Opt.2: The Girl In Orange, by ss2

Unnamed story ss2 02/02/14(Sun)23:06 UTC-5 No.16074059
Replies: >>16074956 >>16075180

>You are browsing some good ol' 4chan, for what feels like a few minutes, when something catches your eye.
>'SHIT! It's 4 o'fucking clock'
>Eh fuck it.
>You keep browsing when you come to a thread titled, "Story Time! part 7"
>You read it. Seems like the same old shit as always. Two options.
>Not being bothered to read it, you post,
"Well I'd choose option 2."
>There, short and sweet. Not that it matters. You know this is just so faggots can post stories.
"Well now that I'm done with that shit, let's go to bed."
"I'll need the energy to do nothing but fuck around on the Internet."
>You were right, at least the fucking around part. You really didn't do much.
>Closing the tab of the thread, you turn off the monitor, shut the light off and go to sleep.

Sorry if this is shit. Also the formatting might be fucked up as well. I would love some critique.

ss2 02/02/14(Sun)23:48 UTC-5 No.16074956
Replies: >>16075224 >>16075348 >>16075739 >>16077646

>>16074059

>When you wake up the next morning, you stretch, feeling the unused joints from the night before pop.
>Your cat gets off your bed and runs into the kitchen to be fed.
>After you feed her, you make some eggs and bacon.
> The smell and sizzle of the bacon gives you the weirdest boner you have ever gotten.
>You take a note to slap the shit out of yourself later, but for now, it's eating time.
>As you finish you here a knock at the door.
>'Who the hell knocks at 6 in the morning?'
>You open the door.
"Hello there. What can I do for yo-"
>A big, 500lb man throws a burlap sack at you.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
>You look at the man. He is 6'2" and reeks of cheetos.
>"Have fun." he says.
>And with that he is gone, as quickly as he appeared.
"I need to call the police."
>You make a mad dash for the phone. But before you can reach it you here a moan.
>It's coming from the sack. Last you checked sacks were not sentient beings.
>Walking outside you pick up a stick.
>Poking the sack to see if it is alive you here a voice, still from the bag.
>"Please! No more!" a muffled voice says.
>You open the sack. You close it, and open it again, just to make sure you are not seeing things.
>Then, you think of the post you made on /mlp/.
>It can't be...
"Oh hell no..."

The Girl In Orange ss2 02/09/14(Sun)22:54 UTC-5 No.16209098

Last post.

>When you wake up the next morning, you stretch, feeling the unused joints from the night before pop.
>Your cat gets off your bed and runs into the kitchen to be fed.
>After you feed her, you make some eggs and bacon.
> The smell and sizzle of the bacon gives you the weirdest boner you have ever gotten.
>You take a note to slap the shit out of yourself later, but for now, it's eating time.
>As you finish you here a knock at the door.
>'Who the hell knocks at 6 in the morning?'
>You open the door.
"Hello there. What can I do for yo-"
>A big, 500lb man throws a burlap sack at you.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
>You look at the man. He is 6'2" and reeks of cheetos.
>"Have fun." he says.
>And with that he is gone, as quickly as he appeared.
"I need to call the police."
>You make a mad dash for the phone. But before you can reach it you here a moan.
>It's coming from the sack. Last you checked sacks were not sentient beings.
>Walking outside you pick up a stick.
>Poking the sack to see if it is alive you here a voice, still from the bag.
>"Please! No more!" a muffled voice says.
>You open the sack. You close it, and open it again, just to make sure you are not seeing things.
>Then, you think of the post you made on /mlp/.
>It can't be...
"Oh hell no..."

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The Girl In Orange ss2 02/09/14(Sun)22:56 UTC-5 No.16209126
Replies: >>16209151 >>16210516

>It's fucking Scootaloo.
>You are pretty sure it is at least.
>'What the hell am I supposed to do now' you think to yourself.
>'Is this even real? No. I must be high or something.'
>'There is no way in the 9 Hells that there is a cartoon pony in this bag.'
>Well she isn't awake. She must have been talking in her sleep.
>You take her out of the bag and lay her on the floor.
>Nothing seems to be wrong with her. Though she is covered in fur, so you couldn't tell anyway.
>You pull up a chair and begin to stare at her. Your cat comes over and investigates.
>He has always been nosey of everything around him.
>This image makes you smile a little.
"That is pretty fucking adorable."
>You look at the clock.
"Shit, it's 7:OO!"
>7 o'clock is when you go to work.
>But this time you have the equivalent of a 6-7 year old girl in your house.
>This is quite a pickle for you Anon.
>You need to make another choice today.
>Leave her alone with the cat.
>Or call your boss and give him an excuse.
"This is not just not my day is it?"

I'm back!!! For better or for worse.

The Girl In Orange ss2 02/10/14(Mon)00:10 UTC-5 No.16210516
Replies: >>16211464

>>16209126
>>16209151

>With a sigh, you stand up, walk over, and pick up the phone.\
>*dial dial dial*
>You listen intently at the rings of the phone when a voice blares through.
>"This is John Stoll, how can I help you?"
"Hello boss,this is Anon, I'm going to need a day or two off of work."
>"Now why do you need a couple days off?"
"It's a family emergency. My niece's mother had a stroke and got sent to the hospital, and now I need to take care of her."
>You hear silence from the other side. Your boss isn't that much of an ass-hole.
>"Alright Anon. You have the next 3 days off. I added an extra day just in case. Good day."
>He hangs up, and you look down at Scootaloo, who is still lying on the floor.
>'I'm not going to wait for her to wake up.'
>Looking over you see a glass, and think about splashing her like in cartoons.
"Might as well. She's just a filly."
>You walk over and fill it up about a 1/5 of the way. It won't hurt your carpet.
>Splash. Her coat darkens a little as the water hits her.
>Scootaloo shakes her head, water droplets flying every which way.
>She spits out a little water and looks around, frightened by the sudden change of temperature.
"Hello there! Are you all right?" you say, with a bit of cheer in your voice.
>Scootaloo looks at you and says, "Who the hay are you? And while your at it, tell me where I am."
"Well, my name is Anon, and this is my house."
>As you expect she looks around again, this time taking in her surroundings.
>"That's great and all, but where is Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle? We going skiing and I blacked out."
>"Did you bring me here? Take me home!" she stomps her little hooves on the ground.

The Girl In Orange ss2 02/12/14(Wed)22:31 UTC-5 No.16259798
Replies: >>16259869

>>16210516
I've got a delivery of shit for you!

>Scootaloo looks pissed. Rightfully so. She was just plucked away from her home.
>You can't help but think her hoof stomping is cute.
"ANSWER ME!" she screams.
"Well technically, I, didn't bring you here. Some fat man did."
"And as far as I'm concerned, you're stuck here."
>There's a pause, most likely she is letting those words sink in.
>Her mood quickly shifts from angry to saddened.
>"Wait, I can't go home? I can't see my friends anymore?"
"Nope."
>She isn't crying, but her voice is raspy.
>"I-I need to be alone." she manages to speak.
>Well she knows how to control her feelings.
>You watch as Scootaloo walks into the hallway.
>Turning on the TV, you feel nothing.
>'It's just a cartoon.' you think.
>'I'll wake up in the morning and she'll be gone.'
>There's nothing interesting on, so you turn it off.
>You look up at the clock. Half past 7.
"Well, I'm sure she'll calm her self down."
>A yawn escapes your mouth.
>That's a good enough reason to sleep.
>The world goes dark as you close your eyes.

 ss2 02/23/14(Sun)17:05 UTC-5 No.16460422

Recap!
>Anon tells poor Scoots the cold hard truth that she is stuck on Earth.
>She goes into another room to be alone.
>Anon goes to sleep, not caring about what he has induced on the poor filly.

Now back to the shit I think only one person cares about.

The Girl In Orange ss2 02/23/14(Sun)17:11 UTC-5 No.16460528
Replies: >>16460551 >>16460591

>You are finally sending Scootaloo back to Equestria!
>You don't know how you were able to find OP again, or why he agreed to send her back.
>These questions mean nothing to you, as she is going back to be with her friends and family again.
>The details of your time with her are really fuzzy for some odd reason. You put that aside for a moment to say goodbye to Scoots.
>"Well Anon," she says through a tear struck voice. "Thanks for taking care of me. I want you to know that, despite us being different, you'll always be my friend!"
"You're welcome Scoots. The last three months have been some of the best, even if we did fight sometimes."
>Her face shows signs of embarrassment with the mention of fighting.
>Your face gives a weak smile at this, and she picks this up as an apology.
>You stroke her mane and you can feel the warmth coming off of her head.
1/2

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ss2 02/23/14(Sun)17:12 UTC-5 No.16460551
Replies: >>16460591 >>16461360 >>16464758

>>16460528
>Wait, she just turned cold. Like, been in the freezer all day cold.
>The world around you begins to twist and distort.
>Scootaloo's coat darkens to a deep shade of red, almost crimson.
>Her eyes lose all colour in them, only the white remaining.
>She cracks a dark and twisted smile, her normal teeth being replaced by razor sharp fangs, proceeded by rotting and falling out.
>The inside of her mouth is just black, cold, emptiness.
>Scootaloo' body starts to crack and melt.
"What the serious fuck is going on?!"
>You look in the direction OP was standing.
>He is looking at you, with the purest form of malice on his face.
>You can't move. It is as if your joints have been welded together.
>Breathing becomes difficult, impossible even, as OP walks closer to you.
>Closer.
>Closer.
>He is now standing in the pool of what Scootaloo used to be.
>You can feel every organ in your body slowly shut down, as you gasp helplessly for air.
>OP smiles.
>He then grabs your head and stares into your eyes, giving you a good long look at his face.
>Actually you can't tell if that is his face or not, because he quickly uses his other hand to grab one of your eyes.
>The pain is intense. He is sticking his fingers into your socket.
>One string tears with each tug. He proceeds with the other.
>You belt out a scream, before your vision goes red, then dark.
2/2

The Girl In Orange ss2 02/23/14(Sun)21:23 UTC-5 No.16464758
Replies: >>16464771

>>16460551
>You are woken up by the sound of your own screaming.
>The bright glow of the TV doesn't help much with your panic.
>Sweat rolls down your forehead as you observe the surroundings.
>'Damn, that was one hell of a nightmare.'
>You lift your upper body and stretch.
>Pulling out your phone, you see it is 7 o'clock.
>Did you really sleep for that long?
>You walk over to the light switch and flip it on.
>*Click*
>All of the lights turn on, finally letting you see everything.
>The living room wasn't very big, but it suited your needs.
>You didn't make a lot of money, so you had an average TV.
>There were a few chairs clustered around the room, with a few around the pathetic thing you call a coffee table.
>An average ceiling fan spins with the introduction of electricity.
>Now, why did you go to sleep?
>If there were cogs in your brain, they'd be turning.
>You remember something about ponies.
>'Oh! That's right! Scootaloo!'
>You decide it would be a good idea to check up on her.
>Then you remember what you said to her.
>'Will she even talk to me now?'
>The confusion turns to sadness.
>A lump forms in your throat, and your eyes begin to sting.
"I'm such an ass-hole for saying that."
>Might as well still check on her though.
>You slowly walk down the hallway she went down, apprehension creating a lump in your throat.
>Checking every single door, you finally find her in your bedroom.
>Your tiny bedside lamp is still on from when you woke up this morning.
>Her mane is an absolute mess, and her fur is ruffled up.
"S-scootaloo?" you nervously ask. "Are you okay?"
1/2

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ss2 02/23/14(Sun)21:24 UTC-5 No.16464771
Replies: >>16465230 >>16513595

>>16464758
>The little filly doesn't respond at all.
>The nightmare you had makes you think the worst.
>You walk over to her, praying silently that she isn't.
>Your heart is going absolutely nuts at this suspense.
>Her back is rising and falling at a semi-steady pace.
>ohthankgod.mp3
>Relived at this discovery, you sit down next to the filly.
>You sit there for what feels like an hour.
>That's when the room's cold temperature gets to you.
>Your eye spots a blanket.
>You pick up the blanket, and cover up Scootaloo with it.
>There that should keep her warm. Take that cold winter!
>You shut of your lamp, and close the door.
>Walking back to the living room, you sit on the couch.
"Well Anon, you now have a pony on your hands."
>'Oh shit, you've got a pony on your hands.'

The Girl In Orange ss2 02/26/14(Wed)23:13 UTC-5 No.16513595
Replies: >>16513627

>>16464771
>The faint glow of the morning sun illuminates the dark sky.
>You have been up all night, surfing through TV channels.
>Nothing was on past midnight, save for infomercials that you somehow enjoy.
>Scootaloo was in bed, leaving you to your thoughts.
>Mostly, they consisted of trying to solve the mystery of that horrible nightmare.
>You came to the conclusion that it was guilt and pity that caused it.
>The sound of your stomach growling interrupts your deep thinking.
>'It must be time for breakfast then.'
>You stand up and make your way to the kitchen.
"I think pancakes are in order for today"
>*creak*
>The sound of a door opening, followed by hoofsteps, lets you know that Scootaloo has woken up from her slumber.
>She walks into your living room, not seeming to notice you standing at the entrance to the kitchen.
>You decide to take the friendly route.
"Good morning Scootaloo, how are you doing?"
>She jumps from the noise.
>"Oh! Um, good morning. I guess."
"I'm going to make some pancakes, would you like some?"
>"Sure, pancakes sound good." she mumbles.
>'Great, it seem like friendly Anon is winning. Though, she's probably just drowsy.'
"Alright then, I'll make some!"
1/3

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The Girl In Orange ss2 02/26/14(Wed)23:15 UTC-5 No.16513627
Replies: >>16513659

>>16513595
>You get out the stuff you need. Mix, a bowl, spoon, and pan.
>As you mix all the ingredients, you take a glance at Scoots.
>She seemed to try and smooth out her mane before she left your room, and failed miserably.
>After you're done mixing, you pour it into the pan, and let them cook.
>Some time later, you have two servings of pancakes.
>You grab two plates and put the round food on each.
>Syrup, butter, and two small glasses of milk.
>Both of you sit down at the table and begin to eat.
>'Maybe I should try and talk some more.'
"So, did you sleep well?"
>She nods her head, but doesn't make any sounds.
"That's good. You like the pancakes?"
>Scootaloo gives the same response, and looks really uneasy.
>You realize what's going on in her head real quick.
"Are you still upset from what I said yesterday?"
>"Yeah, a little." she says quietly.
>Oh great, now you feel bad again.
"Look, I'm sorry for saying that. I wasn't trying to make you sad or anything."
>"It's okay Anon. I know that."
>She gives a small smile to let you know that she's sincere.
2/3

The Girl In Orange ss2 02/26/14(Wed)23:16 UTC-5 No.16513659

>>16513627
>The rest of breakfast goes uneventful.
>You pick up the plates and glasses, and put them in the dishwasher.
>When you look back at Scootaloo, she's staring at the TV, her jaw hanging open.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
>"I've never seen anything like this before. I mean, we have movie theatres back home, but none this small!"
>"And they usually had a little spinney thing with lights that project the picture! You just have a little box!
"Well, that's a Television. It lets you watch moving pictures that are sent through the air."
>"That is so cool!" she exclaims.
>Well, she got over the previous conversation real fast. That thread must have meant really fast.
>You decide to show her some cartoons that you used to watch.
>You walk over to the shelf of DVD's and pull out a classic.
"How would you like to watch Spongebob?"
>"That sounds awesome!"
>Luckily, your TV has a DVD player.
>You put the disc in, and the show begins.
>Too bad it's shit nowadays.
"Want me to watch with you?"
>"Sure! I'd love some company!"
>Damn, it's a little creepy how quickly she seems to have warmed up to you.
>What did OP do?
>The show goes on as Spongebob gets into the usual antics he always does.
>She is really enjoying this, as you expected.
>As soon as it ends, you pick up another disc.
>This time it's Ren and Stimpy.
>But first, you need your morning coffee.
"Hold on Scootaloo, I need to get some coffee."
>"Okay Anon, I can wait!"
>You walk back into the kitchen, and fill up the coffee maker.
3/3
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