Day 7 evening

>You lead Gilda deeper into the store in your quest to find the girls
>As it turned out it wasn't too hard
>You just had to follow the giggles
>They all seemed to be having a grand time modeling certain clothes for each other
>Rarity in the meanwhile explained her vision for each outfit
>They had already attracted a small group of middle aged women
>You didn't want a repeat of the laundromat though
>You send Gilda to the front with your gear and ask her to wait for you there
>Fortunately Twilight was by herself
"Hey, Twi. A word?"
>T: "Oh, certainly. What do you need?"
"I need you gals to hurry it up. Remember what happened last time."
>T: "I'm sure we won't take too long. Some of these ladies want Rarity to-"
"No. Move. Now."
>Twilight looked a bit put off by your bluntness
>T: "Anon, Rarity is in the middle of-"
>G: "Didn't you hear him sister. Move it!"
>You look back surprised that Gilda was still standing there
>G: "And you, who do you think i am your maid?"
>Gilda shoved your duffel back into your hands
>G: "Carry your own junk."
>Damn it, Gilda
"Fine. But Twilight we have to go now. I have...plans."
>T: "What kind of plans?"
>You tried to think of a bullshit excuse to get your out of here faster
>Luckily you didn't have to think hard
>You remember what Toby said earlier in the morning
"I have to meed with Brad. My landlord. He wants me to give him a ride somewhere."
>T: "Really?"
>G: "Yeah, really. I was there when that buttpirate told him so."
"See I wasn't..."
>You stop yourself short and try to contain a fit
>You look back at Gilda with a strained smile
>G: "What?"
>That was enough to push you over the edge and chuckle for a bit
>More amused than anything you dare yourself to ask
"Gilda, where the hell did you learn that word?"
>G: "Huh? I read it. Somebody carved it into a desk at that school. Why? What does it mean?"
"It means a pirate who's trolling for booty."
>T: "Trolling? For booty?"
>G: "Oh, man it's nothing cool is it?"
>You shake your head
>lol nope
"It means a faggot. Or queer. Or a homo."
>T: "Or gay?"
"Yes Twilight, exactly."
>You reach over and pat Gilda on the shoulder
"Good one."

>As soon as the girls are ready they join you on the way to the register
>They seemed really chatty along the way
>Rarity didn't even stop talking when she brought up the shopping cart full of cloth
>She kept talking about dresses and whatnot until you tapped her on the shoulder
"So this is all you need?"
>R: "I'm quite sure anon Now I'll need 8 yards of-
"Just ring everything up for me will ya?"
>The cashier nods at you
>It's the same guy from before
>R: "A-anon. I don't know what to say. Are you sure you can afford all this?"
"Don't worry about it. I just don't want to make a second trip, just in case y'know?"
>Rarity beams at you and hugs you tightly
>You spy Rainbow out of the corner of your eye but can't make her out
"Just go back and wait with the girls. We'll be leaving here in a minute."
>Rarity agrees and lets you go to join the others who had already struck a conversation with a group portly black women
>Apparently they were volunteers from the local church
>They should be safe enough
>Cashier: "Some jacket huh?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Real nice."
>He smiles at you curtly and eyeballs Gilda
>You look over and find her standing a bit farther down looking at gold jewelry
>C: "It looks good on her."
"Yeah, i guess."
>C: "No offense, but i think that jacket would've been wasted on you."
"Dude! Why did you sell it to me then?"
>C: "Because it's my job. Sorry."
>You shake your head
>C: "Hey don't feel bad. We just some new jackets in today too."
"Let me guess, they're totally awesome and won't make me look like Fonzie off Happy Days?"
>The cashier offers up a laugh
>C: "No actually these are motorcycle jackets. Padded armor. If anything they'll make you look like Mel Gibson in Mad Max."
>He pointed up the wall to the jackets
>This guy must think you're an absolute idiot
>Or rich uncle moneybags
>Or both
>Your mind wanders to an all Dew offensive by the Cheetoh clan.
>Personal protection would ensure the safety of the group
>Damn it
"Got any in my size?"


>Once the register rings up your total sum Gilda walks over to you
>G: "About time. Can we leave now? I don't know how much more i can take of that."
>She points over at the gaggle of nigger women making all sorts of ancient communication screeches
>And the girls just egging them on
>G: "Make sure to turn up the radio extra loud to drown them out."
>You weren't sure how loud the speakers were in your new ride
>It would be so much easier if you could just...
"Hey bud, you wouldn't happen to have anything with headphones back there would you?"
>C: "Just my ipod."
>You stare at him and he just stares right back
"You're waiting to see if i want to buy aren't you?"
>He slowly nods yes
>You sigh exuberantly
"How much do you want? Ya scheming bastard."
>He peers at the register
>C: "How much more you got?"
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>$578 later you're all back in the truck and heading home
>Thankfully that asshole back there was a big metalhead
>He loaded the ipod full of whitesnake, iron maiden, slipknot, slayer, and a bunch of other bands he kept listing off the top of his head
>Gilda just stared eagerly at the mention of each new name
>Before long you whipped out hundreds from your pocket like kleenex out of a box
>He told you when to stop
>Fucking asshole
>But at least you could change the radio to your own station instead of a Guitar World just to please Gilda
>Or the news
>You felt your blood run cold as you dared yourself to listen in on the manslaughter your inadvertently caused
>But then there wasn't anything to tie you to those idiots drowning right?
>You take a deep breath and tune the radio
>The newscaster starts spitting out the news about the weather, sports, local happenings
>But the drive home was uneventful
>You pull up to the front of your building and take a moment for yourself while the girls exit
>Really you just wanted to make sure they wouldn't say anything else about 'that' before they went to commercials
>G: "Are you getting out or what?"
>Gilda is staring at you through the passenger window
>You smile politely
"Sure, i was just about to get out."
>??: "Oh, no you weren't."
>Gilda looks as surprised as you are
>She turns around and there he is
>6 feet, 5 inches and 320 lbs of solid muscle
>Buzzed cut receding blond hair, blue piercing eyes, and scowl that would make a grizzly think twice
>Your landlord was wearing a wifebeater and dirty gray shorts
>Beside him was the shit from earlier this morning dressed like a drug dealing thug wannabe
>Brad takes four bounding steps towards your vehicle and pushes Gilda aside
>B: "I'm going to let this one slide you sneaky bastard. But only because you're taking me for a ride."
"Uh, um. O-okay. Where are we going?"
>T: "To the moors, and step on it."
>B: "Excuse me. Did i say you could talk?"
>Tony just stares at the ground
"What are we going to do way out there?"
>Brad takes a seat next to you
>B: "Don't worry about it."
>Well...fuck.

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>Twilight and the girls watched as you drove away with a very intimidating man
>As they did Tony yelled out something and Gilda and he very quickly snapped at him
>They were too far away to hear exactly what he had said but it sounded threatening all the same
>T: "Um, let's just go up and wait for him."
>Gilda stayed still as she watched your truck round the corner and disappear.
>T: "Gilda? Aren't you coming?"
>Gilda continued standing still as she let the music fade away
>T: "Gilda?"
>Gilda is snapped out of her trance by Twilight's annoying voice
>G: "What do you want dork?"
>Twilight was a taken off guard
>T: "We should really just wait for him to come back. Hopefully we'll be able to think of a way to explain our, uh, 'situation', a little better in the meanwhile."
>G: "Pfft. You can do that by yourself egghead. I'm going for a walk."
>T: "But..."
>G: "Relax ya goof. I can find my way around here. Remember i can actually read the streets here, unlike you."
>T: "Well, i suppose. But i really think you should stay with us."
>G: "Listen unicorn, let me put this in a way you can understand. You're annoying!"
>Twilight didn't like that
>G: "If you all could shut up for more than 3 seconds i might consider staying here. But yesterday it felt like my head was going to explode just listening to you all. Thank Guto for Anon's loud snoring putting a stop to your little party."
>T: "Well fine, if you're going to be that way then leave. I just hope you remember where Anon's apartment is."
>Gilda pointed down the street
>G: "You see those street signs? That's the corner of Idon't st. and Givafuck ave. I think i can remember that. In case you ever get a backbone maybe you should too, it's like we're going anywhere. You should step out once in a while too."
>Gilda tucked the ipod into her waistband and waved her off
>G: "Later losers."
>The gang watched as Gilda walked down the same street you disappeared into
>Rainbow Dash just shook her head and opened the door
>RD: "C'mon, if she wants to get lost in this city let her."
>FS: "But Rainbow...
>RD: "But nothing, now let's go. Rarity's got dresses to make doesn't she?"
>R: "Well, yes, or at least i would."
>T: "What do you mean?"
>R: "It's just that all the material i had was still in the truck when, 'they', came. And i was just so nervous i suppose i forgot them."
>RD: "Uuugh!"
>Rainbow Dash opened the door and went inside
>T: "Oh. Then i suppose now we really do have to wait for Anon to get back."
>R: "Indeed. Oh but i suppose i could use this time to build up my energy and creativity. What say we watch another thrilling episode of Downton Abbey? Those period clothes are so inspiring."
>Twilight took one last look at Gilda down the street before turning around
>T: "Alright, let's do it. Maybe we could also check out that Dr. Who series, it seems really educational."
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>Don't shit your pants
>Don't shit your pants
>Don't shit your pants
>You were sitting as straight in your seat as possible
>You're ass was so clenched up you could crush coal into diamonds
>You just reached the city limits and kept a level speed limit
>Because Brad told you to
>He said he didn't want a cop to show up and give you to get a speeding ticket
>At first you thought he was just being nice
>But then you remembered the meth dealer in the back and decided he was just being careful
>The ride was silent
>B: "Do you mind if i smoke in here?"
>Gah!
"N-no. Go ahead..."
>Brad lights up a cigarette and takes a puff
>B: "Do you have a phone?"
>Instantly you dig through your pocket and hand him the sperg's phone
>B: "I just need to make a call."
"Yeah. Sure."
>You try not to listen to the conversation but what else can you do?
>B: "Hi it's Brad. No. Just tell him to have my fucking money, i waited long enough. Then i'll break his fucking jaw how about that?"
>"God, please don't let me forget my rent."
>B: "Alright. I don't care, i'm going to see someone. Never mind who. Because i said so you little fuckwit."
>Brad hangs up the phone and hands it back to you without another word
>You just hold it in your lap in case he needs it again
>B: "In about another five miles there's going to be a dirt road to the right. Take it."
"Ok."
>Five miles?
>It was nearly 8 now, how long before you could get home?
>Wait a dirt road?
>...
>Please don't shit your pants
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>Back home Gilda was just getting bored of her walk.
>She checked the clock on the ipod
>8:45
>She turned around and reset the playlist
>G: "Alright, it was the corner of Idon't and Givafuck. Where am i now?"
>Gilda searched around for a street sign to read
>All she found was graffiti on old brick and mortar walls that read 'Riva City Mafia'
>Under it was another tagline that read 'Tru Niggaz'
>At least that's what she thought the monkey scribble said
>Either way she just had to walk a couple of blocks and turn left at the pawn shop
>Gilda didn't notice the shadows creeping behind her
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>This far out in the country everything was pitch black
>The only thing you could see in front of you was the dirt road
>Sometimes a little further ahead when the car went over a bump
>Still there was nothing else around you for miles
>Once in a while the moon would peek out from behind the clouds
>You would get a good look at the empty fields around you and then were plunged back into darkness
>Brad was sitting calmly beside you staring straight ahead
>Tony was busying himself with his cell phone
>You couldn't do anything but drive
>B: "When?"
>You gulped, figuring he was talking about the girls
>T: "He said he's five minutes out."
>B: "Good. You can pull over here."
>Pull over?
>There wasn't anything but a ditch on either side
>Still you didn't want to disobey him and pulled off the main road as much as you could without going over
>B: "Keep the lights on."
>You keep them on as you twist the keys in the ignition
>You put both hands on the wheel and keep them there as Brad lights up another cigarette
>T: "Hey what's the word on that honey you had this morning?"
>You keep quiet
>T: "Asshole, i'm talking to you."
>Tony slaps you offside the head and your landlord jumps in
>B: "Leave him alone. He'll get his in a minute."
>He took on a drag on his cigarette and flicked the ashes outside your window
>You watch the lcd clock on your dash count up by one
>4 minutes left
>T: "Hey what's all this crap back here?"
>Tony starts digging through Rarity's bags
>T: "What are you a seamstress?"
>B: "Now why would you ask a stupid question like that?"
>Tony came up with a spool of cloth
>T: "He's got like 10 of these things back here. And look!.."
>Tony ducked back for more
>T: "He's got some sashes, and that see through stuff, shoes"
>He kept going on
>B: "Well? Is this going to be the reason why you're goin to be late on the rent this month?"
>Shit
"No, all that stuff belongs to,um, one of the girls. She wanted to use this stuff to make dresses for the dance coming up."
>B: "Oh?"
"Yeah, but don't worry about the rent i got it covered."
>T: "Relax i already told him about all the dough you got."
"Huh?"
>B: "That's right. I know about that car you stole and that troll you're keeping in my basement."
>The words escape you as he looks straight into your soul
>A shiver goes down your spine as you reply in a small voice
"you know about that?"
>B: "Of course i do. Nobody uses that elevator anymore."
>So many questions pop into your head
>How did he know?
>Did he hear the elevator?
>Did Tony tell him?
>Oh God is he going to call the cops?'
>Is he going to beat you?
>B: "I know what you did and when. I was in the apartment with Tony and i heard the gears turning. Tony told me what you did after he saw you, and don't worry i won't call the cops."
>That was pretty concise, except for one thing
>B: "You know i should beat the crap out of you for thinking you could pull off that shit on my property."
>You lean away subconsciously
>B: "But don't worry, I won't. You're lucky i needed this ride today."
>You see a pair of lights appear behind you in the rear view
>B: "I'm doing you a big favor here boy, and now you're doing one for me."
"What do you mean?"
>B: "What i mean is, I'll keep my mouth shut if you keep yours shut."
>Tony found Gilda's old jacket stuffed into one of the folds in the seat
>He pulled out the brown thing and looked it over
>You look back in time to see the lights come to a stop some ten feet behind you
>And to see Tony sniffing it
>T: "Her name's Gilda isn't it?"
>You look over you shoulder surprised
>T: "Yeah that's right i know her name."
>B: "Gilda? Which one is that one? I counted at least 7 outside MY building."
>T: "The one with white hair. How old is that bitch like 90?"
>B: "Excuse me?"
>Tony got a look of terror on his face
>B: "Did i just hear you disrespecting a young lady in front of me?"
>Tony shook his head
>B: "I better not have because i will kick your ass. You respect women around me."
>Tony seemed sorry, it was the only word you could think of
>B: "Put that jacket down creep and get ready. And you-"
>He poked you in the chest with big meaty finger
>B: "Don't fight back."
>Did you just hear that right?
>Fight back? What the hell was he talking about?
>The car opened its two front doors and two identical figures stepped out
>The approached your truck confidently and just strolled right up to you
>They both opened the doors at the same time
>But where Brad was allowed to step out you were forcefully dragged out of the vehicle and dropped onto the dusty ground
>You're manhandled and thrown against the hood of your car
>Surprisingly your brain is working enough to remember Brad's advice and don't fight back
>The guy holds you down by the neck
>He squeezes hard as his hands go all over your body
>Even the areas you wish he didn't
>After the patdown he throws you against the car door and starts going through your pockets
>He pulls out your knife, phone, keys, and your stuffed wallet
>Putting everything on the hood he comes back and pats you down again
>??: Don't move kid."
>You do as he says and stand still
>Across from you Tony is also getting searched, albeit more gently
>Brad is just looking at you, a sadistic smile spread across his face

>You hear another door open and turn to see someone else stepping out of the car
>You can't see very good in the near darkness but are positive he's wearing a hat
>Soon he steps in front of the vehicle accompanied by two more 'gentleman'
>All three are silhouetted by the headlights, one carries a cane
>Brad walks forward and takes his hand to his forehead as he kneels slightly
>The two begin to talk in hushed voices
>T: "Hey, anon? How do you like Thomas?"
>You try to look behind you but the man grabs your skull, slams it against the window pane and holds it there
>You hear Tony cracking up on the other side
>He soon stops after the other guard slaps him
>??: "Shut the fuck up."
>Through your half closed eyes you can see the Brad and the man turn back to their conversation
>They must not like being interrupted
>You start to breathe slower and quieter
>You feel a lump in your throat and swallow to try and make it go away
>Tony psst's you and whispers
>T: "You scared yet?"
>You can't move, and you don't try to
>T: "Hey, Thomas. Thomas. Did he shit his pants yet?"
>He chuckles quietly
>You keep still
>Thomas: "No. He's actually pretty calm, not like your first time pussy."
>You feel the pressure increase slightly on your head as he leaned in to your ear
>Th: "He actually pissed himself his first time."
>You're pretty much scared stiff but offer up a small choking laugh
>Thomas laughs too, but you're not sure if he's laughing with you
>T: "You assholes pulled a gun on me."
>??: "Only cause you were acting like you were hot shit."
>Thomas chuckles a little louder this time
>The man in the hat looks over at the two of you and points
>Brad follows
>B: "Oh, he's one of my tenants. He'll keep his mouth shut if he knows what's good for him."
>The man beckons with his hand
>Thomas rustles you again
>The two of you take a few awkward steps forward before he drops you on your knees
>The soft dirt cushions your fall but that's the least of your concerns
>??: "What's your name boy?"
>You look up feeling slightly nauseated by the pressure in your head
"Anon ymous."
>The man looks at you curiously
>Up close you see he is wearing a stark white business suit complete with hat
>His cane is dark red with a lighter tone as it reached the handle
>??: "Tell me boy. Why are you here?"

>You try to think fast and hard
>You didn't want to say anything funny and get a gun drawn on you like Tony
>But what if he wanted you to say something funny so he could laugh at your misfortune
>The old man taps his cane once and you realize you have to answer NOW
"Brad. Brad told me to bring him here."
>??: "Why?"
"Because i brought home girls i wasn't supposed to, because they were from out of town and had nowhere to stay, because their not really supposed to be here."
>That was as close to the truth as you wanted to get, hopefully it was enough
"And also there was a fat bastard who tried to break into my apartment to get the girls so i hit him with a baseball bat and locked him up in the basement without permission and i was afraid if i didn't bring him here he would call the cops on me."
>You keep quiet and stare at the ground, watching the cane
>After a few seconds you see it twist a quarter of an inch
>Your heart pounded even faster
>??: "No, boy. You don't belong here. With these people, with him."
>You assume he pointed at Brad
>??: "You're nothing like that other hoodlum either. You're not one of us."
"Um?"
>??: "So, I'll ask one more time. Why are you here?"
>You figure he's referring to your position in life
>Why were you here?
>Thinking back only brings back painful memories
"I left home, a couple years back."
>??: "So you're a runaway?"
"I never said i ran away, I said I left."

>B: "Shut up."
>??: "No, it's fine."
>The cane digs further into the ground as he bends his knee
>You look up at meet his eyes
>??: "You're never going home are you?"
>Memories of 'home' flood back to you and you feel your gaze stiffen
>You take a breath and shake your head
>The old man nods and only now do you realize you're looking at his face
>He seemed just like any other old man, wrinkles, gray hair, some unintentional whiskers here and there
>But most of all he seemed plain old friendly
>There wasn't a hint of malice spread across his face as he looked at you
>He stretches out his hand for you to grab
>??: "Help an old man to his feet."
>Brad stoops beside him and tries to pull him up
>??: "Not you."
>The old man spoke coolly as he warned off your landlord
>He nods at you again and you come up off your hands
>You look at his liver spotted old hand wrapped poking out of his stark white sleeve then to your dirty hands
>Wiping your hands on your pants you wrap your arm around his and help him up
>??: "You're stronger than you look son."
"Um, i used to work in a factory. Nothing too heavy though."
>The old man squeezes your arm muscle
>??: "The best way to build muscle, hard work."
>You couldn't disagree, and too were afraid to anyways
>??: "What was your name again?"
>You look to Brad briefly
>He remains tight lipped
>Figuring this meant he was currently talking to you, you have no choice but to answer
"Anon ymous, sir."
>The old man nods in approval of your name before he takes his turn
>??: "Nice to meet you Anon, my name is Malcolm Sebastian the third. But friends call me Mickey."
>Guard: "Boss?"
>MS: "It's fine. We can trust him. Right?'
"Yeah. Yeah, totally. Brad just...promised to buy me burgers tonight."
>B: "Brad did what?"
>Mickey laughs at the two of you
>You share a smile with him

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[Meanwhile back in Anonville]
>Gilda is still walking around the city's underbelly
>Forms seemingly appearing out of nowhere begin to cross her path and even provide rude stares
>Large and increasingly ridiculous looking vehicles continue to pour out into the streets around her
>Gilda is at once at awe and in fear of the growing nigger population around her
>She's not completely alone however, amid the sea of darkness she spots pale faces glowing orange under the street lamps
>They don't seem any friendlier however, and some offer lewd remarks as she passes by
>Gilda turns up the volume to maximum to drown them all out but can do little against the heavy bass coming from the streets
>Spotting a corner store covered in iron bars she makes for it in hopes of finding reprieve
>The little bell clinks above her as she enters the small korean shop
>A voice comes up behind a pane of bulletproof glass
>Shopkeep: "What you want? You no steal! I remember your face!"
>G: "Can it rabbit face, i'm not stealing from you."
>S: "Oh, you no steal?"
>The shopkeeper leans over, abandoning his B&W tv set for a moment
>S: "Aha. I knew it. You no steal, you no black."
>G: "Black? Of course not, do i look like a nigger?"
>The shopkeeper hurriedly shushes her
>S: "What are you stupid? You no say that in front of them. They kill pretty white girl like you for that."
>G: "They would?"
>S: "Of course they would! They no like that word said by us non-blacks. They hate all not black people."
>Gilda looks out the store front window
>It was like plague outside as they herded around each other and followed women
>Several of them had even broken out in a sort of primitive song and dance number across the street
>S: "You no go back outside. Too dangerous."
>G: "Then what the heck am i supposed to do?"
>S: "You stay here, wait for next bus. Bus safer than walking."
>A cacophony of foreign words suddenly filled the air as a back door burst open
>Three aging asian women stepped over each other yelling who knows what
>The shopkeeper joined in the fray and Gilda turned her attention elsewhere
>Anon had let her take the change from the sale earlier "just in case"
>Well the case was just here
>Gilda walked to the back of the store taking in the sight of all the strange new snack foods these people had stocked
>some of these things had strange names she could barely read, others had moonspeak written all over them
>Gilda made her way to the slurpee machine in the back
>G: "Coca-Cola? Hawaiian Punch? Raspberry Fanta? Mountain Dew? What the hell are these even supposed to be?"
>Gilda looked over her shoulder at the bickering Koreans and decided to try them all
>She'd start with the Coke

>Outside three little nigglets began bunching up around the windows
>Spying the commotion inside they see their chance for mischief
>Squeezing through the door they manage to keep the bell from ringing and immediately set to work
>The little urchins start picking the ripest fruits quickly and quietly
>Slowly making their way to the back of the store they stuff their pants with their ill gotten gains to raid the fridges next
>One little nigger boy makes the mistake of reaching too high up on the shelf and lets a glass bottle fall
>The shattering gets everyone's attention
>Gilda is as surprised as the Koreans when they realize they weren't alone anymore
>S: "Aah-ya! You get out of my store!"
>The niggers scramble and start grabbing everything they can on the way out
>Nig1: "Chingy chingy chong, what took you so long?!"
>Nig2: "Ricey, ricey, ricey, no one rike rice cake!"
>Nig3: "Gimme that slushee white bitch!"
>The third little nigger reached for the wrong girls suicide slushee
>Gilda catches the little fucker's arm before he could take off
>G: "Come here you little twerp!"
>Nig3: "Let go o' me hoe!"
>G: "Let go of my cup!"
>Nig2: "Knock that bitch out Tyrone!"
>Tyrone drops his bag of skittles and turns around
>Using his tiny fist he catches Gilda right on the nose
>Gilda lets go of him when he does and he bolts for the door
>Touching her nose she spots a little speck of blood
>Now more than a little pissed off Gilda runs after them
>Before she can step over the threshold though the shopkeeper and his wife are pulling her back in
>G: "Let go of me damn it! I'm gonna pulverize that little weasel!"
>She keeps pulling away from them before the sister steps in to help reel her in
>Nig1: "He caught that bitch! He caught that bitch! He's a gangsta! HES A GANGSTA!!!"
>The little fuckfaces keep laughing as they run while the other niggers look at the shop
>S: "You no go outside. Come back een. Mama help."
>The three of them finally manage to get the writhing, burning teenager back inside the store before locking the door
>The shopkeeper stands in front of her
>S: "You no go! You stay! More niggers hit you next then worse happen to you."
>Gilda shakes off the two older women
>G: "I coulda taken them. And what do you mean by worse?"
>The shopkeeper shakes his head
>S: "You no watch news. It on all the time. Nigger get together and hit women together, no honor."
>Gilda's taken back to the day before when you warned her how they hit women too
>Then she touches her sore nose again. It was true

>S: "They learn young, steal, run, hide. They grow up it all fight, drugs, and guns."
>G: "Guns?"
>The shopkeeper points his finger at her and lifts his thumb
>S: "Pow. Pow. When chinese invent powder they not intend for guns"
>His wife spoke next
>SWife: "They use gun for everything. Monkeys too stupid for talk!"
>S: "It true, they no even fight like man. You stay for now. Mama make dinner, you eat. Then Ping-pong and Chi-chis take you to dojo."
>G: "Dinner? Wait, you guys have a dojo?"
>PP: "We teach kids Muay-Thai. You learn too, come!"
>Ping Pong tugs at her arm
>G: "Whoa, hang on a second."
>S: "You come, i close shop. Mama make Mauentang and Bo-ssam."
>G: "What the heck is that?"
>S: "Uhh, oh spicy fish soup and pork."
>Gilda felt like questioning him but stopped as soon as the aroma wafted down from their upstairs apartment.
>G: "Well, since your offering..."

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[Back at the apartment]

>While Rarity was taking measurements to prepare for her dresses, Pinkie was in the kitchen mixing cake batter
>Twilight and Spike were sitting on the couch after once again transferring your tv from one room to the other
>Twilight was busying herself with an endless stream of documentaries
>S: "Pinkie please, my head is killing me."
>TS: "Well let that be a lesson for you Spike. Don't drink things you find under somepony else's bed."
>S: "But it tasted so good. And it made me feel good."
>TS: "And how do you feel now?"
>Spike covered his eyes with his paws
>S: "Terrible."
>Pinkie dropped another spoon in the sink with a nice loud clang
>S: "Pinkie! OW! please stop..."
>P: "Aw sorry Spikey, but Twilight said it was for your own good."
>Spike turned around and buried his head in the cushions


>Lyra was in the bathroom throwing up
>She had practically been glued to it the whole day
>Cheap wine didn't seem to agree to pony anatomy
>L: "Oh, sweet Celestia. If i make it through this i promise i won't ever touch another cup of cider in my life."
>Lyra backed away from the toilet and turned on the faucet
>T: "How are you holding up?"
>L: "Twilight, how do i know if i'm dying?"
>T: "Usually you don't see it coming. So since you're in a lot of pain I'd say you have a 50/50 chance."
>Lyra moaned and washed her face
>L: "Isn't there some kind of spell you can cast to make me feel better? C'mon you're miss smartypants."
>Twilight took offense but didn't take it seriously
>T: "Well, if human bathrooms are anything like the ours there should some medicine up there shouldn't it?"
>Lyra's horn glowed weakly and the cabinet slowly came loose
>Inside were a few q-tips, some old razors, rubbing alcohol, a can of much used pimple cream, pomade, and pepto bismol
>L: "Will any of these help?"
>Twilight walked over and read the labels
>T: "Hmm, used to alleviate the symptoms of nausea, heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach and diahrrea."
>Lyra's face lit up
>L: "Yes, that. All of that. Give it to me."
>T: "Alright let me just go get a spoon from the kitchen."
>Lyra watched Twilight step out and looked at the toilet
>'It was a fun ride. NOT.'
>When Twilight came back she opened the bottle to Lyra's delight
>T: "Alright no more than two doses."
>Twilight poured the pink liquid onto the spoon and leaned down to Lyra's eye level
>L: "Why is it pink? Why is it so thick? Why does it smell like..."
>Lyra couldn't finish, she needed one more lift for old time's sake


Now back to Gilda
>After a great dinner and a scolding by Mama after Gilda reached for seconds the shopkeeper led her down to his dojo and commenced training
>S: "Oh, yeah run dojo out back. We real close to little Thailand, that's where i met love of my life Chi chis."
>Chichis: "He so shy when we first met at twerth annual mixed martial arts tournament. He no can even look me in eye."
>S: "Yeah cause you make it so black it blue. Still hurts when i touch in right place."
>Ping Pong took Gilda to the center mat
>PP: "Chichis teach me Muay Thai, and i already know Kung-fu. You no can hurt me old lady."
>G: "Hey i'm younger than you!"
>PP: "Maybe, but you have white hair like old maid."
>Gilda became so enraged she actually tried to punch her as hard as she could
>Ping pong side stepped her and guided her body through a dizzying flip onto the mat
>G: "Oof!"
>PP: "See, you no can even touch me."
>G: "Stay still for a second and I'll show you."
>PP: "Okay, i stand  right here! Do your worst Halmoni. Halmoni Korean for grandma if you too stupid to know."
>Gilda again became infuriated and took a swing at her
>As promised Ping pong didn't move from her spot and still dodged her
>Not the least bit discouraged Gilda kept up her attack at the smiling chink standing in front of her, all to no avail
>Finally growing tired of throwing punches Gilda decided to tackle her to the ground and teach her some manners
>After the last shot had been dodged Gilda lowered her body and threw herself at Ping pong
>Gilda pressed forward with all her might and lifted Ping pong as hard as she could
>But nothing happened
>G: "What the hell?"
>Gilda tried again to take her down but asian racist stereotype #1000000003 refused to budge
>PP: "How sad you no have leverage."
>Gilda dared to look up
>PP: "No leverage, no hold. Watch me now."
>A moment later Gilda ended up on her back with the wind knocked out of her
>She honestly couldn't figure out what had happened
>S: "You see, Chichis teach ping pong good. Now Pingpong teach you."
>Gilda livened up
>G: "You're serious? You can teach me to do...That"
>PP: "It no 'that'. It kung fu, i no teach you Muay Thai yet. You need all good bones for that, not broken ones."
>G: "Awesome! When do we start! Can you teach me how to break through a 2x4?"
>S: "No, no. First thing first, you thank Mama for her cooking."
>G: "Ok, thanks lady!"
>Ping pong immediately whacked Gilda with a bamboo stalk
>G: "Yeowch!"
>PP: "Not like that, you thank her properly."
>G: "How do i do that?"
>PP: "Bow, bow. Like this."
>Ping pong showed her how to bow to grandma cook
>When Gilda attempted it she cracked her again and forced her to bow lower.
>G: "Uh, thank you Mama. The meal was delicious."
>Mama: "Girl, stand straight up. We're from New York not Asia."

And finally back to you

>Thomas took you by the arm when the old man was done talking to you
>He wasn't as rough as before though, he was really only tugging hard
>When you got back to your car he let you sit against the hood to get your things together
>Th: "Where'd you get that money?"
"Oh, uh, sold my car...and someone else's."
>Thomas laughed
>Th: "You boosted it?"
>T: "Fuck no. It was that sperg's we got in the basement."
>Th: "I wasn't talking to you short round."
>T: "Hey do i look like a chink to you?"
>Th: "Maybe. Let me get Ronnie he's the leading expert."
>??: "Yeah, he's off his meds right now too. You might actually convince him."
>The other man shook Tony's shoulder before laughing
>Th: "Don't worry Anon, if he comes out of that car just make sure to try and make your eyes as round as possible."
"Heh, yeah ok. Um, what's wrong with him? Is he like a Vietnam Vet?"
>Th: "Korea and 'Nam. Got drafted twice. Lucky son of a bitch didn't even have to pass the physical."
"Damn, that sucks."
>Thomas said nothing but lit a cigarette
>Brad called out and the two musclemen backed away as he came walking back
>B: "Ok, time to go."
>You couldn't be more relieved
>Packing everything back into your pockets you single out the keys
>You look back at the car and see them opening the door for the old man
>He too decides to look at you
>Pausing at the door raises his hand and waves goodbye
>The doors on the other side slammed closed as Brad and Tony get in
>A glance to your interior confirms this
>Your eyes go back to the old still waving at you
>Awkwardly you pick your hand up from your side and open your palm to give him a quick wave back
>As soon as you do he dips inside his vehicle
>Did he smile? You couldn't see through the darkness
>What you did manage to see however was a lighter flick on in the driver's seat
>A third man took a long drag lighting up his eyes in a dim red glow
>You swallow hard and shuffle into your seat
>Before you can start your car Brad speaks up
>B: "Let them go first."
>Taking the key away from the ignition you sit back and stare straight ahead
>The car sped past you a moment later
>B: "Let's just wait another five minutes."
"Okay. But, um, can i at least start the radio? I don't want to get bored."
>Brad nods his head and you do as you please
>Truth be told you just didn't want to be dragged into a conversation, the radio would provide a nice buffer
>T: "Hey anon."
>Damn it Tony
"Yeah?"
>T: "You sure all this froo froo crap ain't for you? Huh?"
"It's not."
>T: "Nah, nah come on. You can tell us the truth. You like to feel pretty don't ya?"
"Tony just shut the hell up."
>Tony shuts up but not for long
>He rummages through the bags and comes back a second later
>You feel his fingers on your ear
>T: "Hey Brad, he looks like he can pull these off don't he?"
>You swipe his hand away and hear a little jingle
>Looking back you see he's holding an earring
>B: "No, he doesn't."
>Oh, great now the big giant bear man is in on it
>B: "But i could sure use them."
>Brad picks them off of him
>B: "You don't mind do you?"
"Uh, no no, go right ahead."
>B: "Didn't you say something about a dance? And about a girl making dresses?"
"Yeah, um, one of the girls...uh...got excited and asked to go shhhopping."
>You didn't want to just say it to his face
>B: "And i'm assuming this belongs to her?"
"Yeah."
>B: "And so do the contents of the rest of these bags."
"Yeah."
>Brad grunts his approval, then turns back to Tony
>B: "So then why the fuck are you going through a school girls bags?"
>T: "What? No, he's the one that-
>B: "I don't give a fuck about 'him' I'm asking you. Why are you going through a girl's bags?"
>T: "Wh- Come on it's funny."
>B: "Is it? 'Cause i'm not laughing."
>Tony stays quiet
>B: "And he's not laughing. So who is it funny for?"
>Tony looks at the floor and shakes his head
>B: "Tony, how many times do i have to tell you to be nicer to people? Someday you might need some help, and you're going to want someone who does something besides laugh at you."
>Tony nodded his head
>B: "I can't stay mad at you when you're like this. Did you learn your lesson sweetheart?"
>SWEETHEART!?
>T: "Yes, daddy."
>DADDY!?
>B: "Hey. Look at me."
>Tony looks at Brad
>Please God let them be blood relatives
>No.
>Brad leans in and plants a kiss right on Tony's lips and they separate with a little wet smack
>You turn ass back to the front of the car and grip the steering wheel as hard as you can
>B: "Okay, just sit back down and be a good little boy, we're about to leave."
>T: "Okay. Can we get a burger on the way back? I'm hungry."
>B: "Oh we sure can. Apparently I'm buying. Isn't that right Anon?"
>You cringe at the sound of your name
"Uuuhhh, y-you know what? Um. How about, um, i pay? Does that sound good?"
>B: "My how generous of you Anon, proceed."
>You slide the key into the ignition and could not have turned it faster


Back to Gilda

>S: "Hana! Dul! Ses! Nes! Hana! Dul! Ses! Nes!"
>Gilda was practicing her kicks with Ping Pong aiding her
>Two low kicks, followed by a strong forward kick, and lastly a spinning kick
>Ping Pong held a soft foam board for her and switched stances accordingly
>The had already covered several basic holds and arm breakers, Gilda excelled at those thanks to her Griffon strength
>Her only weakness were her kicks, she wasn't used to using them much back home
>And though she was improving her spinning kick still wasn't high enough to reach someone's head
>S: "Nes! Nes! NES! Girda why you no kick higher?"
>G: "I'm kicking as high as i can!"
>S: "No, you kick higher! You no have balls! Nothing holding you back!"
>G: "What!?"
>S: "Again! Higher! NES!"
>Gilda kept spinning and kicking until she was too tired to do either
>Several dozen kicks later her knees finally buckled from exhaustion
>PP: "Okay, i think that good for first day!"
>S: "(incoherent ching chong chatter)
>PP: "(talks back louder). Okay, you can go home now. Come back tomorrow for more."
>S: "Ok, go. But you come back tomorrow 2 pm sharp. And bring 50 dorrar."
>G: "Fifty dorrar?"
>S: "I no run dojo out back room for free, you bring 50 dorrar. I already give pretty good discount."
>G: "Sure. Okay, i'll bring you 50 dorrar."
>Gilda had no idea what a dorrar was, but she knew what a dollar was. She'd just bring 50 of those
>Provided you gave them to her before she beat the crap out of you
>S: "Good, Ping Pong teach you well. Next bus due in six minutes, you get going now. It no safe to wait for bus longer than 5 minute."
>Gilda looked at her ipod
11:24
>G: "Whoa, it's really late. How long were we training?"
>PP: "Who can tell? Time really fry in dojo."
>G: "Oh, crap."
>S: "Girda, bus stop just down street. Littre Thairand just three block away. Nigger try bother you, run that way."
>G: "Got it."
>Gilda pulled her jacket on and was just about to leave when she looked back
>G: "Hey, what's your name anyway?"
>S: "Oh, my name Tojo."

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>Gilda stepped out into the cool night air and was immediately assaulted with the smells of a back alley chinese restaurant
>Tojo thought it would be best if the niggers out front didn't see her stepping out of their closed shop
>They usually kept to the streets if they weren't dealing or fucking
>Gilda rushed out of the alley and turned left to the stop
>As she walked along the sidewalk she could feel eyes following her every step of the way
>She stuck out like a sore thumb with her fair skin and pale blond hair
>But there was something else about her, the reason they didn't go near her either
>Her golden eyes seemed to glow in the dark, or at least under the orange street lamps
>Finally reaching the stop she turned and leaned against the post in an effort to look unintimidated
>Doing some quick math in her head though she desperately tried to figure out how much time she had to wait
>It took maybe a minute to get out of the dojo, and two minutes to get to the stop
>G: "Three minutes. Doesn't seem so bad."
>Gilda reached into her pocket to pull out the ipod but then remembered how much money you shelled out for it
>Taking a quick look around she figured these nigger things would probably try to attack her and steal it
>All around her niggers were smoking, showing off their cars or just milling around in front of their house
>More than once they looked her way
>Gilda was hoping they were just looking behind her at something interesting
>But really all that was behind her was an empty lot with a pillar supporting the overhead highway
>??: "What we got here Marcus my old friend?"
>Mr: "It appears a lil bird done lost her way."
>Gilda turned around and found two hilariously dressed niggers wearing near neon colored leisure suits
>Their hats were feathered and crooked, their teeth golden, and they each carried gold topped canes with black shafts
>Mr: "Tiberius i think we just stepped into a golden opportunity
>T: "Mm-mm-mm. I do think you right. Such potential!"
>Gilda watched them look her up and down, undressing her with their eyes
>Gilda was about to shout NIGGERS but was told better
>G: "Hey!..Assfaces, beat it!"
>That's good Gilda just stick general insults
>T: "Looky here, this pussy's got claws."
>Mr: "Sure hope she don't scratch my back, least not too much."
>T: "Nuff bout you man, think about the customers."
>Tiberius gave Marcus a friendly tap on his shoulder with his cane
>Mr: "Guess you right. Can't make money off a white girl keepin er to myself."
>T: "Come on lil girl, i can feed ya."
>G: "I feed myself just fine shit for brains. I don't need some creepy old buzzard like you."
>T: "Oh!"
>Tiberius recoiled as if the insult hurt him physically and Marcus had to catch him
>Mr: "Oh, ain't no ho talk to me like that 'fo. They all call me Big Daddy Slim."
>G: "Why cause you're so old and skinny?"
>Tiberius recovered and dusted himself off
>T: "Marcus do you hear this bitch?"
>Mr: "I hear her."
>T: "Do you believe her?"
>Mr: "I do not."
>T: "Lookit here lil girl. I am the Mac Daddy of the Bottoms, okay? Nobody says no to me."
>G: "Oh, you should've said that. What was it you wanted to ask me?"
>Tiberius grinned
>T: "I wadn't asking nothing. You're coming with me so i can trick you out all over this city."
>G: "Oh, really? In that case the answer is no you Cock sucking faggot bitch."
>T: "Ooh, hell naw."
>Tiberius lost his cool and started waving his arms around practically yelling "Now you fucked up" over and over again
>Mr: "Oh damn bitch! Why'd you make him mad. Now he won't shut the fuck up."
>T: "Marcus, hold my hat. I'm bout to the shit outta this bitch."
>Whoa was all Gilda could think about
>If it wasn't true before, it was true now
>That little bastard back at the convenience store she could understand
>But this grown ass man?
>No way was she going to let this fly
>Gilda let a sly smile slip onto her face, this nigger had no idea what was about to hit him
>T: "Alright bitch you asked for it."
>Tiberius raised his cane and stepped forward ready to smack her in the face
>Gilda saw his attack coming a mile away
>She sidestepped him dodging the cane then grabbed him by the collar and brought him down with a knee to the chest
>Tiberius crumpled to the floor dropping his pimp cane
>Mr: "Oh damn! Ti! Ti you alright!? Bitch what did you do?"
>G: "What's it look like to you?"
>Tiberius was still wheezing when he reached up for Marcus
>T: "Cuuuutt thisss bitch."
>Marcus nodded and pulled out a switchblade from his pants pocket
>Gilda saw the blade and switched to her fighting stance holding her strong hand beside her
>Marcus tried to swipe at her but she caught his hand and twisted the wrist
>Screaming in pain the second pimp dropped his knife
>Gilda didn't wait any longer and punched him in his neck dropping him instantly
>She heard laughter behind her and turned to see a nearby group of niggers pointing and laughing
>Just then the bus pulled up
>She looked back down at the two defeated pimps and scoffed
>G: "How does it feel getting beaten by a girl?"
>The doors parted and Gilda hopped on board
>She was met with rotund black female bus driver
>Bus driver: "You did that?"
>G: "Damn right. Those bastards wanted a fight. So i gave them one."
>BD: "Haha! Yea you did girl!"
>The bus driver raised her hand to give her a high five
>Gilda didn't see the harm and high fived her
>BD: "Them two been runnin they mouths so much they finally got what they deserve. A ass whoopin! Haha!"
>Gilda tried to fish out some change for the bus like Tojo told her
>BD: "Nuh-uh girl, you ridin for free tonight."
>G: "Thanks sis."
>BD: "Go on sit down, tell me all about it."

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Back to you

>You guys didn't hit up the first burger joint you saw when you made it back
>Instead Brad told you about this other spot where he knew the manager
>By knew you assumed they were old buddies
>Instead it turned out that the guy owed him some money and cigarettes
>The funny thing was he didn't step into the restaurant with you, he waited in the truck until after you paid to make his grand entrance
>He made him empty both cash registers and the money from his wallet
>Brad promptly returned $10 to you
>All you could saw was Thanks
>Nigga what else?
>You guys drove around to a not so distant parking lot and ate in the truck
>B: "So your dad was an asshole?
>Ithinkhestalkingtoyou.jpg
"Huh? Oh, um yeah. My brother left home as soon as he could. I was stuck."
>B: "Until what a year and half ago?"
"Almost, yeah."
>B: "Well, what about your mom?"
>Your mother was a touchy issue
"Um, can we talk about something else? Like Tony, I didn't know you were gay."
>T: "That's because i'm not stupid. I'm bi."
"Oh, is that why you were trying to hit on my friend earlier?"
>Tony waved his hand in front of his neck, signalling you to shut up, a futile effort of course
>B: "I'm sorry i thought Anon just said you were hitting on a girl."
>T: "Wh-hat, I'm not dead yet. I'm like 20 years younger than you."
>B: "And that gives you the right to cheat on me?"
>T: "I wasn't cheating on you boo. I just wanted to have a little fun, that's all."
>B: "We can have fun with others now? Okay."
>Brad looked straight at you
>B: "Anon you have very pretty eyes."
>You leaned back so far your head hit the window
>B: "Oh, see now i creeped him out. Don't flatter yourself anon, you're cute but you're not gay cute."
"...um, thank you?"
>B: "Tony just tell me why?"
>T: "Ugh. Look she was a bombshell alright? Not all of us have the same luck with women that you do. Just look at anon he's sharing his place with like ten chicks."
"It's just seven."
>You lie

>B: "Oh, just seven?
>You grip your burger and reluctantly nod
>B: "So where you ever going to tell me about them?"
"Well...to be honest, no. But i had a good reason too. I was thinking of moving out soon."
>B: "You were going to move out?"
"Well not at first, but the girls just showed up and i figured i would need more room if they were going to stay any longer."
>B: "How long have they been staying with you?"
"Um, just a little over a week i think. maybe 8 days."
>B: "And where did they come from?"
>Oh crap the question you've been dreading
"I can't really tell you."
>B: "Why not?"
"Because...because they didn't tell me."
>T: "That's bullshit."
>B: "Tony shut your mouth, I'm trying to enjoy my meal."
"Yeah, dude."
>B: "Don't try to change the subject."
"Sorry."
>B: "Do you know where they came from?"
"Uh, no? Didn't you just ask me?"
>B: "No smartass i asked if they told you, now I'm asking if you know. Two different questions."
>Crap
>You take in a deep breath
"If i told you, you wouldn't believe me."
>B: "And why not?"
"Because I can hardly believe it."
>B: "Oh? Try me?"
>You took a bit of your burger and tried to think of the best way to answer his question
>Should you lead off with the color of their skin?
>Maybe the fact that they know little of human society?
>Maybe just the fact that six of them are magical horses from another dimension transported here by unknown forces?
>You swallow and shake your head, you really should ease them into this
>You sure as hell weren't going to lie to this particular person
"Okay, um, you know about the bermuda triangle and the like right?"
>Brad seemed confused but nodded anyways
"You know Area 51, Dulce base, reptilians, 4th dimension and all that other crap?"
>B: "Excuse me?"
"I said you wouldn't believe me."
>B: "Are you saying that this has something to do with all those conspiracy theories?"
"Yes, the aluminum hat kind."
>Brad threw his hands up in the air
>B: "Forget i said anything then."
"What?"
>B: "No, i refuse to listen to you. I have heard so many conspiracy theories they just started pissing me off."
>Brad took another bite of his sandwich
"Seriously?"
>B: "Are you telling me the honest to God truth?"
>You didn't hesitate when you answered 'yes'
>B: "Then i don't care."
>T: "Bullshit."
>B: "Tony!"
>T: "No, i call bullshit. You just don't want us to know where they came from."
"I ain't lying fuckface."
>T: "Shit, yeah right! I bet you're just saying that because you know Brad hates hearing about that shit."
"Dude seriously? I didn't know about that, if i wanted to lie couldn't i just have said they were my cousins from out of town of some shit?"
>Tony said nothing
"Why the fuck would i try to make up some nutjob story like that?"
>B: "I'll tell you why. It's the truth, and that's all I'm going to say about that. So shut up and eat your dinner it's getting cold."
>T: "Yes, Mom."
>B: "Hey!"
>T: "Whu-?"
>B: "I'm dad, your mom."

Back to your house

>The internet connection went down
>T: "This can't be! I was right in the middle of the third episode! How could this have happened!? How could i let this happen!? What will anon say? What will he do? How can i fix this!?!?!"
>R: "Twilight settle down."
>T: "But Rarity, what if i broke it? The pictures aren't moving. The controller isn't responding. I can't read the error message!"
>Twilight fell to her knees in front of your television
>R: "Honestly Twilight sometimes you can be so dramatic."
>Rarity continued braiding Fluttershy's hair
>Spike crawled out from under the couch
>S: "I don't feel too good."
>Spike hurked and fumbled to the bathroom only to trip over Rarity's feet
>Spike couldn't hold it in any longer and spewed all over the floor and Rarity's boots
>Rarity took one look at the green mess and instantly fainted
>FS: "Spike! You poor thing. Let's get some seltzer in you to make you feel all better."
>Fluttershy carried Spike over to the kitchen to try her home remedy
>Pinkie was still busy cleaning dishes
>AJ: "Any o' ya'll wonderin if anon and Gilda are gonna come home soon?"
>RD: "Who cares if they come back?"
>AJ: "Rainbow Dash! Ah could understand if ya'll still fussin over Gilda, but Anon?"
>RD: "What would you know?"
>AJ: "Alright missy. You're gonna tell us what's been eatin ya these past few days, and you're gonna do it right now."
>RD: "Pshht."
>T: "Rainbow Dash, we have been noticing you're strange behavior all this time. We just didn't want to say anything because we thought you just needed some space."
>Rainbow blew her off
>T: "But now i think it's deeper than that. Anon's been with us from the beginning, what's he done to make you so upset?"
>RD: "What, it's not obvious?"
>Twilight and Applejack shook their heads no
>RD: "Then forget it! I'm not telling you two."
>AJ: "Now hold on there Rainbow, i can't help but notice your little attitude started up just after that night Anon ran out on ya."
>T: "You're not seriously suggesting that..?"
>Rainbow Dash begin glowing like a Christmas tree
>AJ: "What did he do in there?"
>Rainbow exploded
>RD: "NOTHING! ALRIGHT! HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!"
>Rainbow Dash stormed off to your bedroom and slammed the door, waking Rarity
>R: "Oh, goodness what happened? The last thing i remember was..."
>Rarity looked at her boots and fainted again
>T: "Maybe we should all just go to bed. I doubt Anon would want to talk about today's events anyway."
>AJ: "You're tellin me. That big feller he went off with was a might terrifying, and his little friend looked like a scary one too."
>T: "Agreed, who knows what trouble he's gotten into."
>PP: "Maybe he'll tell us himself!"
>T & AJ: "AH! Pinkie!"
>PP: "Sorry girls, but look he's home!"
>Sure enough the girls looked out the window to find you parking in your usual spot in front of the building
>T: "Oh, thank goodness. I was so afraid."
>They watch you get out and start preparing themselves for bed
>AJ: "Ah should get Rarity cleaned up i suppose."
>T: "Great you do that while i try to fix this little problem with the television. Oh, Netflix how could you let me down?"

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>Coming up the stairs you try to stay calm
>Brad hadn't said a word to you since he said "Let's go home"
>And now he you were following behind him and his, um, lover?
>That shit was still weird
>B: "Alright Tony you go in, brush your teeth and get ready for bed. Anon and I have to have a little talk before I go."
>Tony whatever'd him but still gave him a kiss before he left
>Now it was just the two of you outside your door
>You really wanted to just say goodnight and run in and lock the door
>But that wasn't going to happen
>In fact it was quite the opposite
>Just as Brad was getting ready to speak Pinkie Pie bursted out
>PP: "Nonny you're home!"
>Pinkie threw her arms around you, taken by surprise you fall to the floor
>R: "Is anon home now? Oh, good i have to fetch my...oh!"
>Rarity caught sight of your landlord
>R: "O-oh, my goodness. I'm so terribly sorry...I-I..."
>T: "Anon is that y-oh i see...um hello? It's good to meet you sir."
>Brad towered over them
"Uh, girls this is my landlord. His name's Brad. He just wanted to have a talk before we all went to sleep. So if you could all just..y'know?"
>Fuck off please
>T: "Oh, i understand. Come on girls, i don't think we're needed here. It was still nice to meet you."
>Twilight gave him and uneasy smile as she gathered Rarity and Pinkie
>PP: "Wowie, you're really tall!"
>The two unicorns grabbed their inferior sister and yanked behind them before closing the door
>...
"Uhhhh...so uh, yeah. Th-that's them."
>B: "Anon?"
"Yeah?"
>B: "I think you're doing the right thing."
"Huh?"
>Boy this guy was really laying it on you
>B: "I know it isn't easy to take care of people, especially when they're idiots. And you're taking care of seven of them?"
"Well, yeah. I sort of have to."
>B: "I know. Those girls there are too sweet to be from anywhere around here. I'd hate to see what could happen to them if one of them went into the wrong neighborhood."
>G: "She would kick ass left and right."
>Gilda was just coming up the stairs, she hadn't seen the two of you yet
>When she finally makes it to the top she stops dead in her tracks
>Gilda was taller than you by a few inches, but this guys was literally standing head and shoulders above you
>She wasn't used to feeling small
>B: "Is she one of them too?"
"Yesss, i invited her over here too when she, "Arrived"."
>You make sure to use air quotes
"She's not as cute as the other ones but she can take of herself, i guess. Where'd you go?"
>Gilda scoffed and tried to regain her cool
>G: "I was just walking around minding my own business, listening to my tunes. Then before i knew i found myself surrounded by niggers."
>B: "Niggers, huh?"
"She's just copying what i said i swe-"
>B: "The only good nigger is a dead one i always say."
>Oh, he's a racist? Cool
"Um, listen Gilda this is my Landlord. His name's Brad. We were just discussing our living situation."
>You move your head and eyes to the door hoping she'd get the idea and leave you two alone
>You practically broke your neck before she got the idea
>G: "Oh, right? Guess i'll see inside dweeb."
>Gilda closed the door behind her and Brad got to talking
>B: "Alright listen here's the deal."
>Eviction?
>Raised rent?
>Forced to rent two rooms?
>B: "I'm not going to kick you out."
"Really?"
>B: "Yeah, on one condition. You keep taking care of those girls, and don't let them run around anymore, ok?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sure."
>B: "You get me right? I've seen a lot of shit in my life son, and those girls eyes were filled with innocence. I don't want them to end up like me, or Tony."
"Okay, yeah. What about me?"
>B: "What about you?"
"Um, i seen some shit too?"
>Brad shook his head
>B: "You're still a good person. You still have that look like you were made for relaxing on the beach with a cool drink."
>You were surprised
>B: "Besides I'll let you in on a secret, that man you saw out there owns this building. He uses it to launder money, and he likes you too, so i couldn't kick you out if i wanted too."
"Oh, damn. So he's..."
>B: "Don't say it. Just get to bed, I might call you up tomorrow too for another ride. Or the day after, remember we still have a problem to 'deal with'."
>Brad pointed down, at the basement
"Oh, yeah."
>B: "Yeah, so go to sleep. We'll deal with it later."
>Brad turned and left and you nearly collapse against your door
>Today was intense, you were almost out on the street, you met a mob boss, and you were fairly certain you were responsible for mass murder
>You felt hot, sweaty, and tired
>And all this conversation was not helping your mood
>You lean against the doorframe and open the door
>G: "So you don't think I'm cute?"
>Whoa what!
"Gilda? What are you talking about?"
>G: "You told that guy i wasn't cute. Well you're wrong. I'm some hot stuff and you just can't handle it."
"Gilda, that's not what i meant."
>Gilda picked up the magazine and flipped through it
>G: "Jackass!"
>Gilda threw it on the floor and hopped into bed
>The apartment seemed empty
"Where's everyone?"
>G: "I told them to screw off and go to bed. One of them broke the tv anyway."
>Netflix was just frozen, you just turn it off
>G: "I had two guys trying to pimp me out tonight too!"
"What!? Who!?"
>Gilda seemed surprised by your outburst
>G: "Some pimps at the bottoms."
"Oh my God you went to the bottoms?"
>You let yourself fall on the bed
"What were you doing there? That place is dangerous. How'd you get home?"
>G: "I caught a ride on the bus, the driver laughed the whole...she thought i was cute."
"Gilda, i meant you weren't froo froo cute like the other girls."
>G: "-Oh. I knew that."
>Your eyes were slowly closing on their own
"You did?"
>G: "Of course i did."
"Then why did you get upset?"
>G: "I-I, well, i just wanted to hear you say it! I'm not cute like those ponies you got locked up in there."
"Uh-huh."
>And that's it you're out like a light