Opt.2: Fancy Meeting You., by fronk

fronk Wed Jan 29 21:12:15 2014 No.15987725
Quoted by: >>15987804 >>15988028

"Option two."
>You say it clearly, and with clairvoyance you didn't know you had.
>A moment of silence; then chastising.
>Of course it wouldn't work.
>What the fuck are the chances of something like that even being possible?
>Suddenly you aren't in the mood for browsing /mlp/ anymore.
>You shuffle out of your room in no particular direction, mind stuck on no particular topic.
>Maybe pacing a bit with some music will cheer you up.
>Before you can head off and do things only an autist can enjoy, you hear shuffling at the door.
>It's low, but audible, and you find yourself a bit freaked out by it.
>You knew that there generally weren't pests here, but there was a first for everything, you supposed.
>And then, a knock.
>You're a bit surprised; not many folks come by this grubby little apartment.
>You slowly pad off toward the door, for some reason feeling extremely on edge.
"Hello?"
>You call out to the person at your door, hoping to get an idea of who they were before you let them in.
>For a moment, you hear nothing.
>And then, a wheezy gasp.
>"It's OP."

fronk Wed Jan 29 21:25:25 2014 No.15988028
Quoted by: >>15988634

>>15987725
>The man's voice makes you think of musky basements and noodles, and you swear the scent of Doritos is slowly seeping into your house.
"Excuse me?"
>You weren't sure if you had heard him right; OP was here?
>"I've what you want, now open the door."
>Your blood chills.
>This was getting way too freaky.
>"Do you want your thing or not?"
>You arrive at the door, slowly peeling it open, and come face to face with one of the scariest things you've ever seen.
>A hulking man who has to be at least six foot nine and three hundred pounds lumbers above you, dressed in a massive trenchcoat and humorously small fedora.
>You can barely see his face through his cheesy black beard and unkempt hair.
>From behind his back, he produces a burlap sack.
>He slowly hoists it in front of your face before dropping it soundly onto the carpeted floor beneath him.
>A massive grin.
>"Enjoy."
>He lifts his tiny fedora up, which from inside produces a cloud of smog that covers his entire grotesque frame.
>When the smoke clears, he's gone, and you're all alone with the burlap sack.
>That, and whatever's inside it.
>If this guy was legit, and you could swear he was by the ominous entrance and exit...
>You can't help smiling a bit.
>Although it's heavy, you manage to hoist the sack up in a bridal position, kicking the door shut behind you as you bring your guest into the apartment.

fronk Wed Jan 29 21:58:56 2014 No.15988634
Quoted by: >>15989118

>>15988028
>You gently lay your passenger on the couch, and untie the top of the sack.
>Starting to peel the sack downward, you quickly catch a glimpse of indigo hair.
>Your heat nearly stops; this is actually happening.
>You crisply pull of the rest of the sack, revealing the body of a very familiar white unicorn.
>Beaten and bruised a bit, but...
>You freeze for a split second, and then pinch your cheek.
>Very tightly.
>You grimace as you feel your cheek ringing with pain, but you can hardly bring yourself to care.
>OP had delivered.
>You started to remember a lot of things in that instance; the biggest being that this pony wasn't a thing to covet or keep.
>They were a being of their own, and you had to understand that.
>They could also never see another person for as long as they lived.
>Stuck in your home, away from their friends and family forever...
>You started to feel like a huge asshole at that point.
>You had doomed this poor thing to a life of solitude, to only ever know you.
>You look away from the sleeping creature, rife with guilt.
>You had fucked up on this one.
>You know there's nothing you can do, but you swear to make it up to this pony.
>No matter what it took, you would make their life as great as you could.
>Just as you finish making your little pledge, you hear a tired groan from behind you.
>Panic absolutely overtakes you, and you bolt as fast as you can into the other room.
>For a second, the room is silent, but then...
>"What the devil..."

fronk Wed Jan 29 22:26:49 2014 No.15989118
Quoted by: >>15993078

>>15988634
>Oh ferg, he's awake.
>"Is there anyone here? Where am I?"
>You have no idea what explanation you're supposed to give the unicorn, no idea what will make him not want to slaughter you on the spot.
>And with that magic horn, you'd rather not press your luck.
>"Anyone? I'm getting a bit worried."
>...still, he needed help, and you couldn't leave him in his time of need.
>You slowly round the corner, heading back into the living room.
>The moment he sets eyes on you, he jolts backwards in terror.
>"Who in BLAZES are you?! What are you, for that matter?"
>You look at the little tuxedo-wearing pony, and another wave of guilt crashes into you.
>No time to mope though, you suppose.
"Hello Fancy Pants. My name is Anonymous."

more tomorrow, I'm tired

fronk  01/30/14(Thu)13:27 UTC-5 No.15998542Replies: >>15998694
>As expected, he recoils immediately.
>"How do you know my name?"
>This is where the internal debate begins; tell the truth, or lie?
>He's pretty messed up right now, so you don't think telling him everything would be a good idea.
>That, and having the idea of best pony hating you doesn't sound appealing in the slightest.
>But he still needs to know.
"I'll answer all of your questions when you've calmed down a bit.I know things must be really...weird for you right now."
>Fancy cocks an eyebrow, but doesn't argue.
>"Very well then. Might I bother you for a spot of food, though? Dreadfully hungry. Tired, too."
>The black rings around his normally lustrous eyes are even more noticeable now.
"Of course, anything in specific you'd like?"
>"Anything you have."
>You nod sagely, and leave him.
>Salad is the only thing you have at the moment that a horse could presumably eat, so you pull out your little box of lettuce and some carrots.
>Quickly dicing them up, you throw them into a bowl, along with some greens, and toss it a bit.
>Satisfied, you head back into the living room.
>Fancy seems quite relieved to see the food place in front of him, and wastes no time in beginning to scarf it down hungrily.

 fronk  01/30/14(Thu)13:42 UTC-5 No.15998694Replies: >>15999474 >>15999704
>>15998542
"Normally people in situations like these ask if the food they're given is poisonous."
...what.
>You don't know why you said that.
>It was a pretty stupid thought, honestly.
>God you hate how quickly your mouth opens.
>Fancy doesn't even blink, however.
>"If you were going to kill or torture me, you would have done so already. I've nothing to fear from the likes of you."
>A pause.
>"I hope."
>Guilt is making you its bitch today.
>"No, no, I'm not gonna hurt you..."
>You sit down in your recliner, not sure what else to say to him.
>It's weird how big he is, you notice.
>Standing on all fours, he's up to your chest.
>Still, with his face buried inside a bowl of lettuce, he doesn't look like anything more than a big puppy.
>As he surfaces, he lets out a contended sigh, which earns a giggle from you.
>His cheeks flush a bit.
>"Apologies. I don't normally eat in such a manner, but considering the circumstances, I'm sure you understand."
>You nod.
>"So, I believe I'm sufficiently calm now. About where I am, then..."
>Well, you had to do this at some point.
"Right."
>Meeting his curious gaze, you gulp.
"I'm not sure how to tell you this, but...you're not in your world anymore."

fronk  01/30/14(Thu)14:50 UTC-5 No.15999704Replies: >>16000378
>>15998694
>He nods.
>"Alright. Well, where am I, then?"
"Uh, Earth, I guess. That's the name of the planet, anyway. I don't know where we are in the universe."
>Fuck, you're already spilling your spaghetti in front of him.
>"Well, how did I get here? Is there a way I can get home?"
>You bite your lip.
"Umm...no."
>He looks at you in shock.
"Alright, here's the short version. A lot of this might not make sense, but just bear with me. Last night I was...with some friends, and I met a big weirdo. He said that he could bring you here, but the catch was that you could never return to your own world. I didn't take him seriously, so I told him to go ahead, and well...here we are."
>"...how do you know who I am?"
>His stare is intense, but you don't look away.
"I know you because in this world, a bit of your life was shown on a television program."
>"Television?"
>Oh, right, horse.
"It's like a visual book. You can put either moving drawings or recordings of real people acting in it, and it plays them back for you."
>That might have been the gayest explanation that you've ever given, but it seems to satisfy his curiosity.
>"So is there some sort of link between our worlds? Or maybe I'm just...made up?"
"Not in your world, just in this one. It's probably just a huge coincidence that someone made something exactly like you. You're your own being"
>Your nervous laughter doesn't make anything seem better.
>"So I'm part of a moving picture show... That you watch?"

fronk  01/30/14(Thu)15:20 UTC-5 No.16000378Replies: >>16001036
>>15999704
"Yeah, kinda."
>"But why would you want ME of all ponies to be here?"
>It's hard to maintain eye contact at this point, but you continue to do so.
"Well, I saw you onscreen, and I just..."
>Feeling your face go a bit hot, you tell yourself internally to stop being such a huge faggot and continue.
"I like how you're sophisticated, but still down to earth. You don't really abuse the privileges and wealth you have. And you're smart, from the looks of it. You're just...cool to me, I guess."
>You expected the compliments to weird him out, but on the contrary, he seems to relish in the praise.
>"Well, I can't blame you for taking a liking to someone as wonderful as I am."
>You snort.
"Did I mention how modest you were? Oh wait, I mean conceited."
>"There's a difference between being conceited and taking credit for the good qualities you have, my friend."
>You both share a laugh, and you can feel a lot of the tension start to fade away.
>This is good, you want him to at least be comfortable here.
>Still, you doubt that he's fully okay with all of this.
"Look, I want you to know that I'm really sorry about all of this. I didn't know anything would actually happen."
>He shrugs in a weird pony way.
>"I suppose I can't hold you fully accountable. Accidents happen. I suppose I'll cope."
>His tone clouds a bit, and you shift uncomfortably before he starts to speak again.
>"But I am concerned about one thing; where am I to stay, if I can't return home?"

fronk  01/30/14(Thu)16:14 UTC-5 No.16001036Replies: >>16002854
>>16000378
>Oh, right, he doesn't know about the other conditions yet.
"See, that's the thing... You kind of have to stay with me."
>He tilts his head.
"...if anyone else ever sees you, you'll get taken away, forever. And probably not back to your own world, in case you were wondering."
>He goes rigid.
>"So, I'm stuck here? Never to interact with another being again?"
>You want to say something to comfort the guy, but you're not sure that there's anything you can say.
"Listen, I'm...I'm really sor-"
>"It's fine."
>His tone is harsh, and clearly says otherwise.
>"I understand that you didn't mean to do this. You weren't the one to bring me here. I do not blame you, Anonymous."
>He clenches his teeth, and his head sinks a bit.
>"This is just hard for me to take in all at once. You must understand."
>The proud white unicorn looks pretty devastated, and you know you're to blame.
"No, no, of course. Do you need some time alone? I have a room you could lay down in, if you need to."
>He looks up at you, eyes telling you just how weary he is right now.
>"Yes, please."
>You motion for him to follow, and lead him to your little room.
"It's not much, but it's home, hehe."
>"It's fine, thank you."
>He begins to trudge into the room, gently kicking it shut behind him.
>You want nothing more than to comfort him, and make him feel better, but you know he needs time alone.
>But just in case...
>"If you need someone to talk to, I'm here.
>From behind the door, he croaks.
>"I know. Thank you."

fronk  01/30/14(Thu)18:21 UTC-5 No.16002854Replies: >>16003194
>>16001036
>It's been little more than a half an hour since Fancy retired to bed, and you haven't stopped feeling like garbage.
>He's far too nice for you.
>If you were him, you would have beaten yourself into the ground...or something like that.
>Looking around you apartment, you decide to tidy up a bit.
>You couldn't give Fancy riches, but you could sure make sure he was comfortable in this hell.
>For the next little while, you take your mind off of things with some sweeping, mopping, and cleaning.
>As usual, you find things you lost six months ago, see your reflection in things you thought weren't shiny, and realize that you have much more canned food than you'd like.
>C'est la vie.
>You finish cleaning the last little bit of the living room before standing up tall.
>You were actually kind of proud of yourself, this place looked decent!
>You hear a soft beep come from your room.
>More posts in the thread.
>...was it against the rules to talk about your pony?
>Maybe you could ask mulp about what to do with him.
>But Fancy is in these sleeping...
>You're sure you won't wake him up, you'll just be typing.
>Slinking quietly into your room, you jump into your worn chair and check to see what new posts have been added.
>Applesack update, shitposting, yadda yadda yadda...
>You quickly type up a new post.
>"Is it against rules to talk about acquired horse?"

fronk  01/30/14(Thu)18:37 UTC-5 No.16003194Replies: >>16003628
>>16002854
>You wait for a moment.
>Surely the folks down at horsefucker central would have something helpful to say.
>Thinking about the word horsefucker makes you remember the horse in your bed, and you quickly make a mental note; never let Fancy Pants see this website.
>A little beep wakes you out of your trance.
>"No, tell us about horse you got"
>Fantastic.
>"Well, horse is sleeping on my bed, not gonna say which one it is. What should I do with him when he waked up, he seems pretty messed up"
>You press submit, not realizing the fatal mistake you just made.
>The first reply comes; a catalyst to the events to come.
>">RAAAAAAPE"
>Obligatory, you think.
>"fuck it mercilessly"
>Hmm.
>Well, they can't all be posts about-
>"CUM ON PONE, DUBS DEMANDS"
>"DRESS UP LIKE DOLL AND CUM INSIDE"
>"SPANKING"
>"UNBIRTH"
>"FUCK HORSE, ACQUIRE SATYR BABY"
>"STAPLE BAT WINGS ONTO IT"
>"CAREFUL, FLASH MIGHT STEAL YOUR WAIFU"
>You grimace.
>"It's a boy horse, why would Flash even want him?"
>Yet another mistake, holy shit are you retarded?
>"OMG WHAT A FAG"
>"GET HORSE TO CUM IN YOU"
>"ORAL CHECKUP"
>"PROSTATE MASSAGE"
>"CUDDLE BECAUSE COLT :DDD"
>">IMBLYIGN BRAD SENTRY ISN'T GAY"
>"SHOULD WE START MAILING DRAGON DILDOS"
>"DO YOU THINK PINKIE WOULD LIKE ME"
>You close the computer, pinching the bridge of your nose.
>So much for that.

fronk  01/30/14(Thu)19:01 UTC-5 No.16003628Replies: >>16004689
>>16003194
>You guess you're on your own for making Fancy feel at home.
>You leave your room, again being careful to be quiet.
>Parking yourself into your recliner, you sigh.
>You've no idea what to do from here.
>You have to go to work tomorrow, and Fancy probably still feels awful.
>And it's all your fault.
>It's not a good day to be you.
>Still, you think, there's no sense in staying up all night thinking about it.
>House is clean, guest is asleep...
>You guess you can go to sleep now.
>You reach out and pull the comforter you keep on the couch over your podgy body.
>Part of you wishes you could go to bed, but you won't disturb Fancy, even for sleep.
>As far as you were concerned, you had a life debt to him, and you hope that even if he coms to hate and despise you, he would find it liveable here.
>Putting up the footrest, you close your eyes, beginning to drift off to sleep for the night.

fronk  01/30/14(Thu)19:56 UTC-5 No.16004689Replies: >>16005338
>>16003628
>You rise from bed groggily.
>Your body has conditioned itself to wake no later than six am on work days, so you're not worried about being late.
>Yawning, you rise, heading off toward your bedroom.
>You hear the sink running water in the bathroom, which weirds you out.
>Oh, but perhaps...
>You knock on the door, and receive a reply.
>"Hello?"
"Ah, thought it might be you. Just checking. Good morning."
>Fancy grunts, but does says nothing more.
>Serves you right, faggot.
>You walk into your room, undressing.
>You suppose at some point he will love you, as per the OP, but the way things are looking, that won't be for awhile.
>You had forgotten about that, honestly.
>At some point, your guest would actually love you, wholeheartedly.
>The thought alone was enough to make your face red.
>It wasn't even the fact that he was a pony (something that would have terrified you three years ago), but the fact that he was male.
>You didn't really know whether you were gay or not, and certainly hadn't thought about it when you had wished Fancy here.
>Trying to to get too caught up on this issue, you finish getting your clothes on and look into the mirror.
>The same plump brown haired goblin that you see in the mirror every day stares back.
>Your mouth tightens into a straight line.
"You almost done in the bathroom, Fancy?"
>"I'm not indecent, just come in."

fronk  01/30/14(Thu)20:29 UTC-5 No.16005338Replies: >>16005681
>>16004689
>Welp
"Okie doke."
>You open the door, and see Fancy Pants up on his hind legs, washing his face with a handcloth held up by magic.
>His monocle and tux are crumpled up off to the side, leaving the prim unicorn unusually stark.
>You consider telling him to turn off the water, but decide not to bother him as you look for your toothbrush.
>Grabbing it, you look back to Fancy.
>The cloth remains levitated against his cheek, but no longer moves.
>His gaze is hollow, meeting that of his reflection.
>You stare at the pony and his mussy mane, growing increasingly worried.
"Alright there, Fancy Pants?"
>"No."
>He's brutally honest, and you don't mind that, but the tone still makes you wince.
"I'm sorry."
>"It's not really your fault."
>His facial expression doesn't change as he folds the cloth and sits it on the edge of the sink.
>"Is there any chance I could brush my teeth with something here?"
"Yeah there's a red toothbrush in the medicine cabinet I keep for guests. Feel free."
>He finds the toothbrush, but you quickly remember that you have to be at work soon.
"Hate to ask, but could you brush out at the kitchen sink? I gotta shower."
>He nods, levitating his clothes and toothbrush with him as he leaves the bathroom silently.
>Poor guy.
>Shedding your clothes quickly, you turn on the shower tape, waiting for the water to heat up.

fronk  01/30/14(Thu)20:47 UTC-5 No.16005681
>>16005338
>You shower curtly, not wasting much time.
>Your boss hates it when you're late.
>Quicklt toweling yourself, you jump back into your close and zip out the door.
>As you gather your things, you notice Fancy Pants on the couch, idly staring out the living room window.
>You're sixteen floors up, so you're not really worried about him being spotted, but you still do feel bad about how miserable he seems.
>Maybe give him something to do while you're gone?
"Hey, I've gotta head to work now."
>"Aah."
"You can eat whatever you want, but don't answer the door and don't leave. Don't want you to get taken away, haha."
>He doesn't laugh with you.
"Want me to turn on the television?"
>He turns to face you, but says nothing.
>You pick up the television remote off the coffee table, and switch the bulky tv set on.
>Some news segment, or some other bullshit.
"Just use these up and down arrows on either side of the remote to change what's on or make it louder or quieter. The big red one also turns it off."
>He stares at the remote with mute interest, gently taking it from your hands with his magic.
"I should be back later today. Feel better."
>He hums, changing the channel from the news station to some gospel.
>You roll your eyes, and head out the door.
>Fancy doesn't seem to mind being alone much, but you still hope that he doesn't end up feeling lonely at some point.
>Regardless of that, however, you still needs to make a living.
>At the furniture store.
>Sigh.

 fronk  01/31/14(Fri)15:38 UTC-5 No.16020494Replies: >>16020543 >>16020719
>Fuck furniture.
>Fuck people who buy furniture that they're too heavy for.
>Fuck them demanding refunds and screaming at you for denying them.
>You stomp into your apartment, groaning with the force of a thousand discontented American customers.
>You're ready to collapse.
>Coming into the living room, your heart nearly jumps out of your chest as you see Fancy crouched on the couch, still watching television.
>You aren't scared of him or anything, but you're still not used to coming home to someone.
>His face is glued to the screen, and he actually looks...scared?
"Scared me half to death, man. What is it that you're watching, exac-"
>"Then you did that on purpose, you just want to be different!"
>A familiar voice screams from the television's speakers, and you turn your head to watch what Fancy seems to be completely mortified by.
>"What side was that, Private Pyle?"
>You cringe, watching the gunnery sergeant on the tv slap his charge brutally.
>This fucking movie.
>"Are you sure, Private Pyle?!"
>You quickly take another glance at the pony next to you, seeing his ever growing frown.
>"WHAT SIDE WAS THAT, PRIVATE PYLE?!"
>"Could you...turn this off? Please?"
>He's physically disturbed at this point, cringing as you switch off the set as quickly as possible.

fronk  01/31/14(Fri)15:51 UTC-5 No.16020719Replies: >>16021100 >>16039623
>>16020494
>"Is that...what your military is like?"
"Not now, but it was about fifty or so years ago. Things were pretty rough back then, war and whatnot going on..."
>You see him flinch again, and you remember that he's from a world where friendship defeats most threats almost instantly.
>This would be pretty weird to an outsider, and this isn't even the part where they go off to Vietnam.
>"I mean, yes, our military forces are gruff, you could say, but that seemed almost monstrous."
>Jesus, if this made him squirm, you had no idea how the hell he was gonna cope in this place.
"It gets a lot worse than that, I won't lie. This world's history is pretty bloody. Hell, things are still bloody..."
>Fancy's head snaps upward.
"Here though we're fine, not much fighting."
>He crumples in relief, falling to the couch.
"Don't worry, there isn't much to fear here. Even if you are trapped here forever because of me, I'll do whatever I can to make you happy."
>You chuckle dryly.
"I can't provide the whole upper class deal, though, and for that, I'm sorry. I know by now you're probably used to it..."
>"I've already said that I don't blame you for this."
>He pulls himself up, sitting back on his haunches before letting out a little sigh.
>"I do appreciate it, but I want you to know that you don't ever HAVE to do anything for me."

fronk  01/31/14(Fri)16:15 UTC-5 No.16021100Replies: >>16021293 >>16023366 >>16026489 >>16026528
>>16020719
>You close your eyes.
>Way too nice for you.
"I do owe you, Fancy."
>"But I said-"
"I don't care."
>You stare at him somberly, and he silences himself.
"I ripped you away from everything you know, pulled you into a world full of...just, so much shit...and what for? To enjoy the presence of someone who had no idea that even existed?"
>Your mouth tightens a bit, taking in every little verbal stab you give yourself.
"The least I can do is try to make sure that you're happy for the time you have to spend trapped here. I owe you that, and much more."
>Fancy stares at you for a long moment.
>"...I genuinely do appreciate that, even if you think that it's your fault to begin with. I mean, you could have thrown me out and left me to wander, but here you are, willing to do so much for a pony you've never even properly met until now. You're a good man, Anonymous."
>His eyes move downward, and his lips curl into a sad little smile.
>"You get so used to people only doing things for you because you're famous and well known among the aristocrats, but then people like you come along..."
"I'm really nothing special. But I'll do what I can for you."
>This seems to cheer him up a bit.
>He stretches out one of his forehooves to you.
>"All the same; friends?"
>Friends.
>He actually wants to be friends with you, after all you've done...
>Well, fuck if you'll let him down.
>You grab it, giving it a firm shake.
"Friends."

fronk  01/31/14(Fri)22:04 UTC-5 No.16026489Replies: >>16027397
>>16021100
>Even if you deserve it, you're really glad you aren't the object of Fancy's contempt.
>To you, he'll always be best pony.
>You stand up, walking out toward the kitchen.
"I'm gonna make dinner, if you want some."
>"Hmm, it is dinnertime already? I haven't been keeping track of the time."
>You look at the pony in disbelief.
"You've been watching tv all day?"
>The pony stiffens behind you, letting out a scoff.
>"Well, I...can you blame me? Not counting that dreadful program we just saw, there were so man interesting stories! For instance, the one about the...oh, what are your people called again?"
"Humans."
>"Right, humans-the program about the human male who made the monster, Dr. Frankenstein I believe his name was."
>While Fancy talks about his experience with the wonders of the electric you-know-what, you start to prepare dinner.
>Mashed potatoes will have to do, as you really don't have anything else you can give him.
>"I found it fascinating how the monster came back to his creator and requested that he make another monster for him to mate with. Not because it wasn't understandable, no, but because it shows you how driven organic beings are to find a mate, even if just temporary."
>You hum quietly in approval, pulling a pot out from under your sink.
>"Sorry to sound overly dramatic, by the way. I'm a big fan of literature, and analyzing it, for that matter, so this sort of just came naturally. New realm of exploration and whatnot."

fronk  01/31/14(Fri)22:58 UTC-5 No.16027397Replies: >>16027723 >>16041163
>>16026489
"It's fine. Nice to hear some fresh critique. I'm kind of into literature myself. And...well, writing, but it's not that great."
>"Oh, really? You'll have to let me see a piece sometime."
>Your face becomes a bit heated at this.
"Uh, sure, if you'd like."
>"Mhmm. Say, a question I've had for you; do you have a special somepony?"
>Oh boy.
"Uh, no, I don't."
>"Oh. Well, that's unfortunate. Strapping lad like yourself should have someone to come home to, wouldn't you say?"
>Fancy, pls.
"It's not as simple as just GETTING a-"
>"What do you mean? Of course it is!"
>You turn to Fancy, giving him a deadpan look.
>"All you've got to do is project yourself with confidence, Anonymous. What kind of mate would you like to attract?"
>You turn back to your cooking, trying to hide your rosy red cheeks.
"I dunno. It doesn't matter, right now I'm not even looking for a relationship."
>Lies and slander, you are so.
>Fancy doesn't seem entirely pleased with this answer.
>"Ugh, fine, but we will work on that self-image of yours, mark my words."
>You begin to chop up the potatoes to throw into the cooking pot.
"Is that right now?"
>"It is. If I'm going to be trapped in this alien world, I'm going to at least spread my knowledge of the social mind to the poor, unfortunate souls who don't possess it."
>Can you spell 'full of yourself'?
"Gee, thanks."
>"Oh, it's no trouble at all."

Anonymous  02/01/14(Sat)16:46 UTC-5 No.16041163
>>16027397
>You finish chopping up the potatoes and dump them into the pot of boiling water on the stove.
"I'll say this again, Fancy; there's such a thing as modesty. You should try it out some time."
>"I will remind you that I do not claim to be anything that I am objectively not. And as I'm sure you know, I am very socially competent."
"Guess I can't deny that."
>You sit down at the table, motioning for Fancy to do the same.
>It's hard not to laugh at the dignified pony trying to scramble up onto the seat like a little dog, but you somehow manage.
>"That is the secret to the socialite world, Anonymous; flaunt what you've got, hide what you've not. Be desirable. Make others want you, and you will find that your relations with others will skyrocket if they're trying to impress them, as you are to them."
>It's legitimately good advice, but you can't see someone s yourself ever being able to use it.
>Some might call that 'denial', or 'self-fulfilling prophecy', but you just called it 'being realistic'.
>The food doesn't take much longer to finish, and you're glad to see that he's happy while eating your mediocre food.
>Happier in general, actually.
>He's even eating with a fork this time.
>Him being a prisoner of sorts in a universe millions of miles away from his own in the place where he would have to remain forever to avoid being taken away to some soulless black spot in space kind of made that seem a bit null, but you suppose that you have to take what you can get for now.

Anonymous  02/01/14(Sat)19:35 UTC-5 No.16044736 Replies: >>16045911
>>16041163
>After dinner, there really isn't much else to do.
>Middle of the month, so there's no running around, or paying bills.
>Just you and your tv.
>This seems to be just fine with Fancy, who has become pretty smitten with one of the channels he found while surfing.
>"This Doctor fellow is just fascinating, don't you think?"
>O, o ya, totes.
>"Moving through space and time, correcting the wrongs that no one else will...
>This is the best, srsly.
>"Truly remarkable how far your people have come, in terms of entertainment. I'm loving every bit of it!"
>No rly, you're having sooo much fun, can't he tell.
>"And you say this series has been going on for decades?"
>That's something that hurts you to admit.
"Yeah, it's been awhile."
>He gasps at one of the larger explosions, a massive smile overtaking his features.
>"I'll have to go all the way back to the beginning and watch from there. Can we do that? Watch the first one?"
>It's more difficult to smile than you thought it would be.
>Holy moley did the Doctor's escapades ever bore you.
>But still, you owe him.
"Sure, I'll download what episodes there are for you..."
>The smile grows even brighter, which makes it hard to really stay grumpy.
>"Thank you, Anonymous. Just tell me when they're all ready to see."
>He turns back to the tv, intent on not missing any of what he's been missing his whole life.

Anonymous  02/01/14(Sat)20:31 UTC-5 No.16045911 Replies: >>16045977 >>16046740 >>16048125
>>16044736
>It doesn't take long for the good Doctor to finish doing whatever crusade to fix mistakes that he and his people were probably the cause for anyway, and soon enough Fancy is groaning at the credits.
>"A show coming to an end might be the best and worst thing in the world."
>You snicker; for a pony who seems so calm, he sure does get emotionally invested in things he enjoys.
>But maybe that's not a bad thing and you're just a boring fuck.
"If it doesn't make you feel something, it wasn't doing its job, I guess."
>He glances back at you, a thoughtful look on his face.
>"Very true, my friend. Very true. Is there anything else on we could watch? Hopefully something akin to this magnificent specimen."
>Dohoho, no way, it's your turn to watch something.
"Eh, I'll see what's there."
>The program list pops up on the screen, and you begin to zoom through it, aware of the deep ocean of crap you'll have to wade through to find anything.
>Eventually, the decision is made; Dirty Jobs.
>Shit's a'ight.
>"What's this one about?"
>He's apparently taken to laying himself out on the floor, face in his hooves, as close to the tv as is possible without losing eyesight.
>Complete cutie pie.
"Some guy going around and looking at all the disgusting jobs this world needs done to operate."
>"Intriguing. Let's watch."
>You wonder whether or not he'll react to this well, but it's harmless enough.
>He'll be fine.

fronk  02/01/14(Sat)22:32 UTC-5 No.16048125 Replies: >>16048613 >>16049805
>>16045911
>"Why did the chicken cross the road? We all know the answer: to get to the other side."
>Mike Rowe's wonderful voice enters your ear canals.
>Fuck this show is good, you think.
>"But sometimes..."
>You see Fancy recoil from the corner of your eye as the middle aged man strolls across the road toward a dead animal carcass.
>"...the other side isn't all it's cracked up to be."
>"Augh, what in-that's disgusting!"
>You chuckle in spite of yourself.
"Someone's gotta do it, no sense in pretending it doesn't exist."
>"I'm perfectly fine with pretending it doesn't exist, THANK YOU."
"Oh, come on, I watched your thing."
>The unicorn gives you a deadpan look.
>"Are you really going to make me watch this?"
>You give him the best puppy eyes you can, which probably looks more retarded than persuasive, but it still gets Fancy to plop himself back down.
>Mike Rowe is now shoveling dead animals off of the road with other highway workers, making Fancy groan in disgust.
>"Does is get worse than this?"
"You have no idea."
>"Marvelous."

fronk  02/01/14(Sat)22:58 UTC-5 No.16048613 Replies: >>16048818 >>16049183
>>16048125
>Even despite watching Fancy's exaggerated gagging being extremely amusing, you begin to feel tired as the show rolls on.
"Hey, I'm gonna take a little nap. Wake me up soon?"
>"Very well..."
>Listening to him grumble is funny.
"Thanks."
>You close your eyes and fully sink into your couch, letting the sound from the tv become a distant hum.

 fronk  02/01/14(Sat)23:08 UTC-5 No.16048818 Replies: >>16048870 >>16049183 >>16049198
>>16048613
>You wake up.
>The television is on, but...why?
>You pull yourself out of the warm spot on the couch, trying to process what had just happened.
>Oh, something about Fancy Pants.
>He had come here, and-
>...Fancy Pants wasn't anywhere to be seen.
>You blink, the light becoming far less painful on your eyeballs.
>It was a dream.
>...
>Not shocking, you suppose, but still.
>It had seemed so realistic...
>Your mouth tightens into a line.
>A dull, hollow feeling emanated from your chest.
>Back to reality, you suppose.
>Switching off the tv, you hit all the lights and head into your room.
>Check /mlp/ before you go to bed, you suppose.
>You take a seat at your chair, flipping the lid and allowing the screen to light up.
>A thread is open.
>You must have forgotten to close it last time you were on.
>You read the OP, seeing what had to be the weirdest thread you'd ever seen.
>2 options; 1) Go to Equestria, 2) Bring pony of choice to Earth.
>Other conditions that you can't be assed to read are listed, probably some inane rape limitations.
>You roll your eyes, clicking the fat red 'return' button.
>The topic doesn't appeal to you much, just the same hypothetical bologna it always is.
>Nothing you need to get invested in.
>You open up something else; some discussion thread about the latest episode.
>People fighting, people shitposting, yadda yadda yadda.
>A long, slow blink.
>Another day.
>Another thread.

fronk  02/01/14(Sat)23:25 UTC-5 No.16049183
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>>16048613
>>16048818
THIS 100% SHITTY FAKE ENDING IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY:

THE GUYS WHO ARE UNABLE TO GAUGE THEIR WORK QUALITY AND AUDIENCE NUMBERS CORRECTLY

THE GUYS WHO TOTALLY WEREN'T JUST PLANNING A RUSE

AND WHO COULD FORGET, THE GUYS WHO ARE UNABLE TO GET PAST A MASSIVE INFERIORITY COMPLEX WHEN FACED WITH PEERS THEY BELIEVE ARE BETTER THAN THEM

PLEASE STAY TUNED FOR THE REST OF THE STORY

fronk  02/01/14(Sat)23:54 UTC-5 No.16049805 Replies: >>16049875 >>16050321
>>16048125
>It's a long forty five minutes of listening to a combination of Mike Rowe being unnaturally calm while he pushes himself to the lowest possible point for money and Fancy Pants squirming like a little girl, and you enjoy every second of it.
>All good things have to come to an end though, you note as the credits roll.
>"Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. I don't mean to be a lightweight, but heavens above, the man is delusional! I simply don't know HOW-"
>You snicker, letting him rant and rave.
>Only a day here and he seems comfortable.
>Moderately so, anyway.
>You figure that he's still pretty wrecked up inside about it, considering the OP's conditions, but he certainly seems to be bearing the brunt of it well.
>He finishes his titter quickly, settling himself back down.
>"What should we do now? I know I'm a bit restricted on activities, so I'm counting on you. I must be honest; I'm getting a bit antsy, being cooped up inside for this long."
>It hasn't even been a day and he's already getting bored.
>How were you going to keep this up forever?
"Uh, sure, let me just...think something up."
>The unicorn nods.
>"Take your time, we've still some time before the sun falls."
>You glance at the clock, which reads 6:30 PM.
>Your brow creases a bit; you need to pull something out of nowhere for him, and fast.

fronk  02/02/14(Sun)00:19 UTC-5 No.16050321 Replies: >>16051039
>>16049805
"Listen, if we can find some sort of way to get you outside and to my car, I can bring us somewhere. No one will see you, and you can do your thing."
>"Couldn't we just make a mad dash for it?"
"Nah, too risky."
>You slip backward past Fancy and open your closet.
>Quickly spotting a duffel bag, you unzip it and lay it on the floor.
"Hop in."
>Fancy looks at you as though you had sprouted another head.
>"Excuse me? I don't believe that I shall be carted around as...LUGGAGE, like a-"
"Just get in the bag, damnit."
>His upper lip curls at you, but he obliges, positioning himself inside the bag.
>After grabbing your keys, you quickly turn back to Fancy, pulling the bag up around him as far as it will go.
>It barely covers up to his neck.
>Frowning, you zipper the bag, which fortunately keeps it secure around his body.
>There's still a glaring problem, however; his head is sticking out.
>Although it is funny to look at, you know you can't leave with him still visible.
>You look around for some items to cover him up; a sunhat, a windbreaker, a scarf, and a blanket.
>It'll have to do.
>You look back to your 'luggage', who is giving you a look that promises nothing kind.
>"I know what you're thinking. I KNOW what you're thinking, and there is absolutely no way, not a single IOTA of a chance that-"

fronk  02/02/14(Sun)00:53 UTC-5 No.16051039 Replies: >>16051493
>>16050321
>The cruise to the city outskirts isn't as bad as you thought it would be.
>No one saw Fancy, so as far as you were concerned, it had been a success.
>Sure, some old lady had looked at you funny on your way down to the first floor of your apartment building, but she had kept to her own business.
>Now all that's left is to find a spot to hang out where no one will interrupt either of you-
>You cry out in pain as something hard hits the back of your head.
>Looking back, you see Fancy snarling at you.
>"If that EVER happens again, so help me Cel-"
"Oh, pipe down, it got you out."
>You rub the back of your head, picking up the CD case that he had pelted at you.
>The light of the setting sun glints on the glossy cover of this case, which has the title, "Huey Lewis and The News; Fore!".
>You snort.
>References.
>Popping the CD out of the case and into the stereo, you start to bob your head a little as a familiar tune starts to pelt out of the speakers.
>Fancy eventually stops pouting, and looks at the stereo curiously.
>"Your vehicles play music, too? Astonishing...what is this song called?"
>You pick up a bit of speed as you answer him.
"It's called, 'Hip to Be Square', a song so catchy that most people probably don't even listen to the lyrics!"

fronk  02/02/14(Sun)14:34 UTC-5 No.16061962 Replies: >>16062290
>>16051039
>Fancy nods after a moment.
>"I can see why you would say that."
>You cruise haphazardly through the town streets, off to the only place you can think of that will allow your friend a stretch of the legs.
>Although it takes swerving off onto a dirt road and squeezing through a narrow path through some thick looking trees, you finally reach your destination.
>You hit the brakes a little too quickly; Fancy flies out of his seat and falls back into the dashboard.
>He gets angry when you start to laugh, but fortunately doesn't have the gall to blame you for him not putting on a seatbelt.
>Hopping out of the car, you both take a look at the surrounding area
>It's mostly just a lake and some trees, speaking just of what's here because of nature.
>A few picnic tables also lay around the area, and an empty booth is but a short walk away.
>This spot used to be some big tourist attraction, but now you just use it as an escape from the little things that get under your skin.
"This is it, I guess. I come here sometimes when I get a bit frazzled."
>"I see."
>He doesn't speak anymore, instead trotting off in some other direction.
>You consider following him, but you think maybe it's best he has some time alone.
>Gluing him to your side forever isn't something you want to do, if possible.
>With not much else to do for yourself, you're content with just sitting down at one of the worn picnic tables.
>>
 fronk  02/02/14(Sun)14:52 UTC-5 No.16062290 Replies: >>16062579
>>16061962
>The sun is starting to fall beneath the horizon, casting a bit of a darker glow over the area.
>Usually you come into the earlier hours of the morning, so it's weird to see the place in this light.
>Fancy has disappeared from sight, something that concerns you a bit, but it's a little too quick to jump out and search for him.
>He's a big...pony, he can handle himself.
>However, minutes and minutes pass, and when you note that a half an hour has been and gone, you start to feel anxious.
>Questions start to bubble up in your brain, popping against the back of your thick skull.
>What if he got lost?
>What if he got hurt?
>What if someone saw him?
>Panic at that point takes over.
>You move at a brisk pace in the direction Fancy Pants was going, hoping you were just being paranoid.
>Much to your relief, however, as you near the broken down old booth, you see him emerge from some brush.
>His mane is a mess, even sporting some decorative twigs, and his monocle has been abandoned and cast to his front pocket in favor of splotches of mud, which coat his pristine fur.
>Weirdly enough, though, he seems pretty giddy.
"You alright there? You were gone for awhile, thought something might have happened."
>"Oh, I'm fine. Seems that deeper in there's a bit of an incline, fell down and had to climb my way back up."
>He chuckles at this, and begins to walk back towards the car.

 fronk  02/02/14(Sun)15:08 UTC-5 No.16062579 Replies: >>16062993
>>16062290
>"I would continue my exploration of this lovely little area, but it slipped my mind how poor a choice of clothing I had coming out here. It also seems to be getting a bit dark, so...pick your battles, hmm?"
>You nod, jogging after him.
"I thought you would be a bit more upset about getting your mane and stuff all messy."
>Fancy raises an eyebrow.
>"Hair can be fixed, clothing can be cleaned."
"Well yeah, but I mean, the way you were going on before about things being dirty..."
>The giggles come again as he turns to you, nose crinkled.
>"That show was nothing short of disgusting, Anonymous."
"Sure, sure."
>"But really, I don't mind dirt and such. Yes, if there's something important going on, one should always be cleanly, but on your own hours you should do as you please. No sense in not appreciating the scenery you've been provided with."
>You're a bit surprised; guess that's what you get for making assumptions.
>After all, when you ASSUME, you make an ASS out of U and ME.
>You both reach the car soon, where you dig for your keys to unlock it.
>"This was fun, Anonymous. Could we come back sometime, maybe earlier in the day?"
"Sure. It'll have to be sometime on the weekend, but I'll try my best."
>"Thank you. Next time you should come along with me, though. It would have been much more fun."
>Oh.
>Well, now you feel like a bit of a dick.
>"Oh, sorry, I thought you wanted some time alone or something."

 fronk  02/02/14(Sun)15:29 UTC-5 No.16062993 Replies: >>16063389 >>16063835
>>16062579
>"Alone?! I've been alone all day! I need company, Anonymous. I need attention!"
>You almost fall over at the pony leans onto you, bursting forth into clearly fake hysterics.
>"I'm a social creature, I can't be cooped up inside all day like a...like a cat! I need to talk, I need to interact!"
>You want to tell him to get off so that you can get your keys, but it's difficult to get out through the laughing.
>You feel something weird gripping your head and cheeks, and it soon becomes apparent that Fancy has completely engulfed your head in a magic hold, squishing your cheeks inward to resemble a fish's face.
>He leans in toward your ear, crossing his eyes.
>"Anonymous, please."
"Fhncee-"
>"Anonymous."
>The hairs of his mustache graze your earlobe.
>"Pleeease."
>Silence for a moment; and then, laughter.
>You both fall to the ground, completely wracked by the bouts of laughter that were escaping you.
>However, it soon slowed, allowing you to pick yourselves up off of the ground.
>"Hopefully that got the message across to you."
"Loud and clear."
>Clambering into your vehicle, you quickly zip away.
"I do have to say, though; what's with the theatrics? That seems like it's more Rarity's thing."
>"Miss Rarity? Well, perhaps she did provide a little bit of flavor for that performance, hehe..."
>He seems melancholy for a moment, but then looks to do.
>"I suppose it's just nice to horse around with someone who doesn't expect perfection from me every day, though."
>>
 fronk  02/02/14(Sun)15:48 UTC-5 No.16063389 Replies: >>16063670
>>16062993
>Fancy's answer takes you off guard.
"Perfection?"
>"Yes, perfection."
>He sags a bit, the stoic expression revealing the creases in his brow and the crinkles at his eyes.
>"The socialite game is very rewarding, and I won't even attempt to deny that I use it to my benefit, but it's just so...tiring. Wake up, make myself look as flawless as I can be, let the crowd flock to me with requests to go see a show, or a fashion line, or a party...and all simply so that somepony may say that I was there. Never because they want me there, personally, but because I can be used as..."
>He sighs.
>"A label. A brand, something to ensure that the topic at hand is the cream of the crop, the real deal."
>He trails off at this, and you don't dare invade the silence.
>"...but you're different, somehow."
>He straightens a bit, seeming much less miserable.
>"You don't look at me as some sort of idol figure, or a rival. You look at me as an equal. A friend. I mean, you have no ulterior motive for keeping me around, and yet you've volunteered to do so."
>...
"Guilt."
>"Hmm?"
>You swallow, trying to concentrate on the road.
"Guilt. That's an...ulterior motive."
>He frowns.
>"Yes, perhaps guilt is a factor. But that only stretches so far, wouldn't you agree?"
"What?"
>"Watching television with me, laughing with me, that was not because you felt guilt, correct?"

fronk  02/02/14(Sun)16:02 UTC-5 No.16063670 Replies: >>16064625
>>16063389
>You can't argue with his logic, as much as you'd like to.
"Nope. Can't say that it was."
>He nods.
>"Those simple acts alone are more than most of the ponies in my life have ever extended to me. And even if I just met you yesterday, even if it's something you would consider typical...well, I appreciate it. Very much."
>It's hard to form a response to that.
"You're welcome, I suppose..."
>He weakly chuckles at you.
>"Lighten up, Anonymous. Yes, this whole ordeal is still heavy, for both of us, really, but you've no reason to feel bad. Just let it go."
>Just let it go.
>Usually this is the part where you choke up and start to cry, but tonight you're able to not make an idiot of yourself.
"Alright, Fancy Pants. I'll do my best."
>The rest of the trip home is silent, but not awkwardly so.
>There just isn't much else to say right now.
>You're glad some of the tension is starting to dissipate, though.
>You pull into your parking spot behind the building, where Fancy suddenly pipes up.
>"My my, look at how dark it is outside! Certainly moreso than it was before we left."
"Yup."
>"Kind of makes you wonder, 'who could see us right now'? I myself think that the answer would be 'very few' considering what little light there even is left in the sky, and how close we are to the building."
"I see."
>"And of course, it's improbable that anyone is wandering the inside of the building, right? Nope, I doubt that there is any-"
"You're still getting in the bag, Fancy."
>"Drat."

fronk  02/02/14(Sun)16:35 UTC-5 No.16064625 Replies: >>16064918 >>16064942
>>16063670
"I think I'm gonna hit the sack, it's late."
>Fancy turns toward you with pleading eyes.
>"Oh, come now, surely you can fit in one more movie-"
"You said that about the last one."
>You yawn, and he doesn't argue the point any further.
>"I suppose I did, didn't I? Might as well go with you, if that's the case."
>Fancy switches off the tv, and then begins to take off his suit.
>He had cleaned himself up since you had gotten back, leaving his coat the same dazzling shade of white it usually is.
>"You can have your bed back, by the way."
"Hmm?"
>"Your bed. Feel free to sleep in it, the couch will do for me."
>Hah, that's not the way it works.
"No, you're the guest, you take it."
>He rolls his eyes.
>"I can't in good will take permanent residence of your bed."
>Hmm...
"I'll get a new one, then."
>"Don't be so stubborn. Just take your bed back."
"No."
>"Please, Anonym-"
"No."
>"Ugh, will you at least share it with me?"
>The sensation of noodles bunching up in your pocket starts to occur.
>"I would feel positively terrible if you had to buy an entire new bed."
"Fancy, it's fine-"
>"Didn't you say you would do whatever it is that I asked? 'A life debt', in your words?"
>Oh, you sneaky fuck.
"...fine."
>He seems a bit relieved, walking with you to your room.
>After setting your things aside and setting your alarm, you stare at the bed awkwardly.
"Um, after you."
>The unicorn take the offer, sliding under the covers on the opposite side of the bed.

fronk  02/02/14(Sun)16:47 UTC-5 No.16064942 Replies: >>16067131
>>16064625
>You scooch yourself in after him.
>He's warm enough that you can feel it from the other side of the bed.
>This isn't necessarily a bad thing, though.
>Fancy turns off your bedside lamp, the fading glow of his magic just barely showing the rest of his face before everything is cast into darkness.
>"Goodnight, Anonymous."
"Night."
>With that, he turns away from you, nestling himself into the cheap pillows and overly thick blanket.
>It's weird getting used to someone else in your bed, but you think you'll manage.
>Fancy's breathing shallows a bit, and after your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can see his body slowly moving up and down.
>Again, even for a full grown male, he's adorable.
>Your eyelids flutter shut, and as you reminisce over the events that occurred today, you find yourself pretty pleased.
>It's nice to have Fancy around.
>Kind of livens the place up, you have to admit.
>Hopefully there's more to come, you think, before slipping off into dreamland.

I really need to think about where the rest of this is going now, but I guess this is the end of chapter 1? If you can even really say this thing has chapters

fronk 02/02/14(Sun)21:12 UTC-5 No.16071419
Replies: >>16073598

>You really have to say, you miss eating meat.
>Like, it was actually really good.
>But with Fancy here, you've had to throw out all of the meat products you own.
>Ponies are only willing to deal with so much.
>Especially asshole ponies who take advantage of your guilt.
>Tonight, fried rice is what's on the menu.
>You have to admit, even if it's not meat, it's pretty good, especially with Fancy cooking it.
>You look up at the former socialite, who is now trying to make a show out of moving the rice, as per the numerous cooking shows he's been watching lately.
>He's even dressed in an apron, and a sweatshirt you had hemmed for him.
>Biting back the urge to giggle, you decide that maybe cutting down on the meats isn't such a bad thing.
>In fact, it's been a pretty good week and a half, if you say so yourself.
>Fancy thankfully adapted quickly to the schedule you now both had to adhere by, and had began using his time with you to learn things he hadn't had time to do before.
>Cooking being the biggest thing, apparently.
>You won't lie; feeding two people, especially one that's trying to self-learn the culinary arts, is getting difficult, according to your budget.
>Walking to places that aren't too far away and cutting some of your poorer habits (Tim Horton's being the biggest on that list) had left you with enough to rectify that, though.
>Still, you decide, best to be careful with the money you have left.

fronk 02/02/14(Sun)22:45 UTC-5 No.16073598
Replies: >>16074902

>>16071419
>That will probably mean telling your pony friend to calm down with the exotic recipes.
>...
>For some reason, that doesn't sit well with you.
>"Dinner is almost ready, Anonymous."
"Smells amazing, Fancy."
>He beams at you, which further reinforces the idea of not taking this away from him.
>Money was running low though, and you weren't sure what else you could drop.
>You could find a better job...
>You think back to the college certificate you got not too long ago.
>Along with everything that went with getting that certificate.
>You push the topic out of your mind; bad memories you didn't need right now.
>You guess that you would just have to keep cutting corners.
>A plate hitting the table in front of you jars you from your thoughts.
>"There we are. Enjoy!"
>Wiping the thoughts away from your mind, you give him a weak smile.
"Thanks, Fancy Pants."
>Grabbing his own plate, he sits at the opposite side of the table.
>He seems proud of his work.
>Robbing him of that just seems...cruel.
>You take a bite of the spiced rice and vegetables, and sigh.
>It really does taste great.
>Maybe you can like...prostitute yourself.
>You snort at the thought of your ugly ass in thigh-highs, parading around the curb every night, decked out in gold jewellery and makeup in all the colors of the whore rainbow.
>People would probably pay not to fuck you, you remind yourself.

fronk 02/02/14(Sun)23:45 UTC-5 No.16074902
Replies: >>16086094

>>16073598
>Some might call that attitude harmful to one's self-esteem.
>Hell, others might call it toxic.
>But you can't really say that it's not true, at least to you.
>"Are you alright, Anonymous?"
>You look up from your plate and see that Fancy is staring at you in concern.
"I'm fine. Why?"
>Well, you just...you look upset."
>You're becoming upset.
"Eh, I'm fine, just a long day at work."
>That wasn't even really a lie.
>Fuck you hated your job.
>One cranky person after another demanding replaced furniture, or just new furniture.
>It was like the store was a perpetual magnet of despair.
>This wasn't the time to lament your shitty situation, though.
>You had a guest, and you would be damned if you were gonna bring him down.
>...you wouldn't let him down.
>"Alright. I'm here if you need to talk, though."
>The concern he gives you makes you feel funny, like you're undeserving of it.
"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."
>He stays quiet for the rest of the meal, something you can't say that you don't appreciate.
>Soon enough the dishes are tossed into the sink, and you're both staggering out of the kitchen, a little stuffed from the meal.
>Fancy shuffles off to catch his episode of Doctor Who, leaving you to your own devices.
>...it's been a little while, why not check /mlp/?
>Perhaps you can word your question differently, get some advice on what the heck to do with this guy.

fronk 02/03/14(Mon)16:04 UTC-5 No.16086094
Replies: >>16087704 >>16089085

>>16074902
>It only takes a minute to get the thread up, and already you can see that it's exploded with replies.
>Apparently this one is even nearing a 404.
>You scroll down to the bottom, passing a number of amusing replies.
>Someone is writing about their experiences with Luna out in the boonies.
>Another person seems to be getting Applejack irritable.
>Apparently some poor soul ended up with Gizmo as their delivery...
>A gorillion doubles images posted, of course.
>The edgiest Anon you've ever heard of apparently ripped out Princess Twilight's wings during his adventures in Equestria.
>And a guy with a piss fetish?
>Ugh, this was getting you nowhere.
>You quickly type up a post, hoping to heavens that the shitposting that occurred last time doesn't end up happening again.
>Just in case, you word it a bit differently than you did last time.
>"Hey, what would you guys do if you ended up with a pony in a moderately populated part of town? I'm so short on money and in such a shitty location that I'm kind of afraid to ask."
>In retrospect, you kind of wish you had been thinking these things back when you had visited the first thread.
>It doesn't take long to get a reply; oddly enough though, it's a link to an IRC channel.
>Although it's a bit unconventional, you copy the name, opening up your mIRC client.

fronk 02/03/14(Mon)19:06 UTC-5 No.16089085
Replies: >>16089334 >>16089563

>>16086094
>The only user in the channel is someone called TF.
>"Hey, are you there?"
>"Yup. I take it you found yourself a pony?"
>Well, he's to the point.
>"You could say that."
>"I got Trixie. Who did you get?"
>Trixie...well, he had good enough taste.
>"Fancy Pants."
>"...gay."
>":3"
You can't help but laugh, hoping that somewhere across the world TF is doing the same.
>"So, what did you need help with?"
>"Just general advice, really. He's handling the change really well, but being cooped up in my apartment is making him restless, and I don't think he's quite over the whole transition."
>"What makes you say that?"
>"Well, he seems happy for the most part. Sometimes he gets really antsy though. Like, pacing. And other times he just sits by himself, looking miserable. He misses his old life, I know it, and it's all my fault."
>Pressure starts to build behind your eyes.
>You compose yourself before beginning to type again.
>"I want to take him places, but I live in a metro area, so the chances of him getting seen are pretty high. Sometimes we slip out to a little spot in the woods to run around for a bit, but aside from that..."
>"I see."
>"Also, I'm getting really low on money. Keeping him entertained is something I'll do at all costs, but it's getting hard to adjust to having two mouths to feed instead of one. I don't know what to do."

fronk 02/03/14(Mon)19:31 UTC-5 No.16089563
Replies: >>16090445

>>16089085
>"At all costs?"
>"Well, yeah. It's bad enough that he's here, in this shithole. I'm going to try to make his new life as close to his old one as possible. I figure I owe him that, despite what he tells me, haha. Even if he doesn't blame me, I have to take responsibility."
>"Why? It seems like you've taken responsibility enough."
>"What?"
>"How long has he been with you?"
>"Something like a week and a half, why?"
>"Well, think about it. Despite everything that's happened to him, he's not only telling you you're not to blame, he's trying to be happy where you are. It seems like he likes you. Why bother hold him to a debt he doesn't feel you owe him?"
>It takes you a moment to answer this.
>"Because I'm guilty."
>"It's good to know that you feel guilt, but doing this is just going to drive him away. Do you want that?"
>"Of course not."
>Again you feel tears at the back of your eyes.
>You angrily clench your eyes shut, squeezing the building pressure back down."
>"I just keep looking at it from his point of view; he built his whole life, spent it all getting the things that he wanted. He was at the top, everything he could have ever wanted. But then I took that all away. Could you imagine how that must feel?"
>TF doesn't say anything.
>"I can't disappoint him. I'd take all of his anger if it meant not seeing him let down."

fronk 02/03/14(Mon)20:10 UTC-5 No.16090445
Replies: >>16091794

>>16089563
>"Fancy Pants isn't just another Canterlot socialite. I doubt he'll blame you for not being able to provide what isn't humanly possible for you to obtain. From what I can tell, he seems to genuinely like you, and maybe all he's looking for is someone to genuinely like him, too."
>Your conversation in the car surfaces in the pool of your mind.
>A friend, someone who won't using him as a label...
>"I mean, just think about how Trixie feels."
>"Huh?"
>"You said it yourself; Fancy rolls with the blows. A week and he's already making the best of it. He's good at picking up the pieces, and making bonds with people. Now imagine Trixie in the same circumstances. Never able to perform again, her entire life, just gone."
>Well, when he puts it like that...
>"All this, and she's managing just fine. So, someone like Fancy will have no trouble at all. Just relax."
>"Alright...it just feels like there's something else I could be doing."
>"Well, are you working? Maybe you could work two jobs?"
>"I doubt I could manage it. The one I have now is already so consuming..."
>"Do you have parents you could get a loan from?"
>Parents.
>Parents...
>"I counted on you."
>"I just can't believe it..."
>"You know what? Leave. Just leave, and don't come back."
>"You're nothing but a let down."
>Stop.
>Stop stop stop.
>You blot the memories out, shoving them as far back into your brain as you can.
>"No. No, I don't."

fronk 02/03/14(Mon)21:16 UTC-5 No.16091794
Replies: >>16092201

>>16090445
>Another pause, this one significantly longer.
>"I'm really sorry to hear that, I understand what it feels like."
>You don't really need to say anything; nothing would fit anyway.
>The insipid memories slide away, like water down tile floor, and you return your attention to the matter at hand.
>"Say, what's your billing address?"
>The question sets off warning flags in your head.
>"Listen, I really don't need any more dragon dildos than I've already-"
>"I just got a promotion, I figure I can help you out with your money issue."
>You gape at the person that you can't see through the computer monitor.
>"You don't need to do that."
>"I do. You're struggling, and I know what that's like."
>"It's fine, really. I'll make things work."
>"Why are you so reluctant to accept help?"
>This guy is good at catching you off-guard.
>You want to type 'I'm not', but you instead hold off, pondering your answer for a short while.
>From the living room, you can hear Fancy prattling to himself about whatever tv show is on.
>He laughs, and you feel something twitch inside of you.
>You look back down at the keyboard, typing something that you wouldn't even admit to yourself up until now.
>"Because I'm scared."

 fronk 02/03/14(Mon)21:35 UTC-5 No.16092201
Replies: >>16092603 >>16093136 >>16104293

>>16091794
>"Of what?"
>"People thinking less of me for it. I tell them I can do things by myself, and I don't want to let them down. I promised I'd help him, and I have to take money from someone I've never even met to do so."
>"You're not letting him down or failing him by accepting a helping hand. Stop worrying so much, please."
>"I can't help it, the pressure it crazy."
>"Well then, take my offer, and get some of that pressure off. If not for you, for Fancy."
>...he's the best thing to happen to you in awhile.
>Real company, a break from your job, and your solitude, and your thoughts.
>Accepting was in his best interest.
>"Alright."
>You jot down your billing address for the poster, an alien feeling coursing through you.
>"I'll have it to you ASAP. I'm in a bit of a snafu right now, but give me some time."
>Why was everyone so generous?
>You didn't deserve it.
>"Thank you. I really appreciate it."
>"Keep your chin up, take care of him. You're all he has, now."
>Isn't that the truth.
>"I'd like it if we could talk again, at some point."
>"When I can. Trixie doesn't know about the thread yet; she might peek over my shoulder and see."
>Ooh.
>You can imagine Trixie having an existential meltdown over knowing about the show, and consider yourself very lucky Fancy hadn't done the same.
>"I have a call coming in now, I have to go."
>"Alright. Thank you, and be careful, wherever you are."
>"Take care of yourself."
>TF logged off, and once again, you were alone with your thoughts.

fronk 02/04/14(Tue)14:38 UTC-5 No.16104293
Replies: >>16104487 >>16104625

>>16092201
>"Have a good day at work, Anonymous."
>The comment stirs you out of your morning drowsiness.
>You turn to see Fancy, waving a hoof at you.
"Oh, thanks."
>Smiling, he canters into the bathroom, probably to get in the shower.
>He's an early bird, weirdly enough, but you can't say you didn't mind.
>Having someone to wish you well on your way was a nice change.
>The walk to work is chilly, and you can honestly say that at this point you hate the world entirely.
>You would drive, but you don't have the gas to spare anymore.
>There wasn't really time to mope over it, though.
>You still need to go to work.
>Arriving in front of the worn down store, you pull a copper key from your pocket, which grants you access to the fortunately warmer interior.
>You're greeted with the same sight you always see in the morning; boxes that need unpacking, registers that need sorting, and orders that need filling.
>It's enough to make you want to jump in front of traffic, but you endure, hiking on over to the back employee lounge where Lucille is sure to be waiting for you.
>As you approach the banged up doors, you hear laughter pouring out from inside.
>Laughter that is far too loud and annoying to be produced by anything that is fully human.
>And here's where the fun really begins, you think.

>>
fronk 02/04/14(Tue)14:58 UTC-5 No.16104487
Replies: >>16104625 >>16104678

>>16104293
>You enter the room to see your boss at the table, reading the newspaper and giggling hard enough to make her bleached ponytail swish around and all six of her chins flop up and down.
>As she looks up at you, however, her mood sours almost immediately.
>"Good morning, Anonymous."
"Hello, Lucille."
>You honestly just want to go through today without conflict.
>You're here, you're ready to work, you just want to do it.
>Apparently this is the exact opposite of what fate has decided to shovel you today.
>"You're late."
>The amount of disdain in her voice is phenomenal.
>You cast her a weary glance, and then look up to the clock.
"It's six thirty. I'm on time."
>"Six thirty two, Anonymous. I don't pay you to dawdle and come in whenever you please. Your job is to be in this room at six thirty sharp."
>...alright then.
>Too defeated to really argue, you slide behind them and punch in for the morning.
>At this point it seems like she's trying to pick an argument.
>"So, what are we going to do from now on?"
>You're thankful she can't see the look on your face, otherwise you might be suspended pay.
"Show up on time."
>"Thaaaaank yoooooou..."
>The condescension is maddening, but you contain yourself like you're supposed to.
>You need to be good, you need this job.
>"Six couches to unpack, load up that recliner, and get the rest of the order forms dealt with. After that, you can weep the place, it's getting dusty."
>"Can do."

 fronk 02/04/14(Tue)15:13 UTC-5 No.16104678
Replies: >>16104884 >>16105606

>>16104487
>The loading and packing doesn't bother you.
>Cut open the boxes, pull something out, open another box, put something else in.
>Rinse and repeat.
>It was a simple pattern that kept things monotonous and easy for you.
>The movements were preset, and all you had to do was apply the muscle.
>This made it easy to slip off into your own little world, where you could think about whatever you wanted.
>You slice open a box with a boxcutter, revealing a velvety red loveseat.
>Sometimes you thought about what you would do when you got home, although that often wasn't very exciting.
>You pull the seat back to the area it belongs in, reaching for one of the empty boxes left out for you.
>Sometimes you thought about leaving somewhere, going on vacation.
>The recliner slides in easily, and you hoist it up into your arms to bring it to the loading space at the back of the store.
>Sometimes you thought about what things would be like if you weren't stuck here, if you had used the college certificate you had gotten.
>The one you had gotten far too late.
>Your lips go dry; not a good topic to think about.
>You pull over another box, pushing the blade of the boxcutter up.
>Sometimes you thought about writing, and scribbled down ideas for things you wanted to save for later.
>The blade cuts a deep gash into the cardboard of the box, and you see forest green.
>Not that any of your ideas ever made it anywhere but into the trash.

 fronk 02/04/14(Tue)15:28 UTC-5 No.16104884
Replies: >>16105068 >>16105606

>>16104678
>Your tear the box open at the seams, discarding the empty husk for its contents.
>Lately you've been thinking about Fancy Pants.
>The green couch is in parts, and you have to put it together.
>You scrounge around for a wrench, or even a screwdriver.
>Most of the time, it was fun.
>You would think about what to have for supper, what you would watch with him, what new place you could bring him come Saturday.
>You find what you need; a dull silver wrench.
>You start to tighten the nuts on the links, pulling the entire thing into one full couch.
>You had went to the beach last weekend.
>An empty section far from public eye, granted, but you and Fancy had went swimming, and built sand castles.
>It was fun.
>The couch is shunted off soon enough, but this time there's nothing to load.
>The order forms haven't been checked, which means that nothing anyone wants is out.
>This annoys you, but it's not enough to hamper you.
>You'll just cut open the rest of the boxes before starting on those orders.
>You grab your handy boxcutter.
>Today though, LF is on your mind.
>The conversation last night you had with him was unsettling, at some level.
>The sharp tool rises and comes down with more force than necessary, showing you the contents of the box's innards.
>Beige leather chair, stumpy legs.
>Not because of him specifically.
>Getting advice was good for you.
>You drag the chair away, dropping it with the rest of its brethren.

fronk 02/04/14(Tue)15:44 UTC-5 No.16105068
Replies: >>16105230 >>16105606

>>16104884
>He was correct, when you think about it.
>There was nothing to fear, nothing to feel bad for.
>...so why did you still feel bad?
>Another box, ready to be torn open.
>The handle shifts in your hand, and in a heartbeat, the box is nothing but shreds.
>Blue sofa.
>This one is decrepit, you hate it.
>You drop it without gentleness, moving back to the boxes.
>The feeling just won't leave you, a hanging cloud of guilt and loathing and responsibility.
>You want it to stop, you want to be happy.
>You lunge at the next box, ripping and cutting in random places.
>The cardboard flies around you wildly, making screeching sounds along with the tape when the steel cut through it.
>The world seems so much heavier, everyone looking at you as if you owe them something.
>Ready to tear you to ribbons the minute you fail to meet their expectations.
>But it's not them you care about.
>It's the people you like, the people you love.
>Because when you fail, they don't get mad.
>They look at you and sigh, as if expecting it all along.
>You were a failure to them all along.
>The box is gone, and the furniture inside is rendered a blur as you jump onto the next one.
>They tell you it's their fault, they shouldn't have trusted you.
>They tell you that they're disappointed.
>They tell you not to bother them again, because OBVIOUSLY you can't handle responsibility, or keeping promises you make.

fronk 02/04/14(Tue)15:58 UTC-5 No.16105230
Replies: >>16105398 >>16105606

>>16105068
>You twist the sharp tool as you plunge it into the depths of the box.
>Cut after cut, stab after stab.
>You really do try.
>You try so hard, and still nothing seems to ever come together for you.
>And despite the fact that you pour every ounce of effort you had into it, they still look at you with those eyes, those eyes that go right through you.
>Cut.
>Because you failed them.
>Cut.
>Why can't you do anything right?
>Cut.
>First your parents, and now Fancy, both needing things from you that for some inane and ridiculous reason seem larger than life and impossible for you to give.
>Cut cut cut cut
>Now someone wants to send you money, all so you can inevitably disappoint someone who's life you've entirely stolen, all because you couldn't keep your fat trap shut.
>Cutcutcutcutcutcut
>The walls begin to close in, and the air leaves your lungs.
>Why can't you be normal?
>Why can't you not be a huge fuckup?!
>You need answers, but the words won't come to answer them.
>Why? Why why why why why-
>A flash of red, and then searing pain.
>The wound ropes your brain back down to reality, and you register the fact that you've cut your hand open, right between your thumb and index finger.
>Deep.
>Blood trickles down into the palm of your outstretched hand, dripping down onto the floor with a steady pittering.
>Your breathing returns to normal, and you sigh.
>What was happening to you-
>"What the hell?!"

fronk 02/04/14(Tue)16:11 UTC-5 No.16105398
Replies: >>16105606 >>16107501

>>16105230
>Lucille stares at you, mouth tilted in disgust.
>You don't respond for a moment, and she begins to scream.
>"Go get that wrapped up! Better yet, go to outpatients, get it stitched up! For fuck's sake, you're getting it all over the wares!"
>You nod, picking yourself up and jogging out the door.
>"And don't think you won't be filing an accident report sheet for this! I don't have time to be..."
>Whatever her time is better spent on is lost to you as you putter yourself off to the nearby ER

fronk 02/04/14(Tue)18:38 UTC-5 No.16107501
Replies: >>16107729

>>16105398
>"...there we are, all fixed up."
>Three stitches, and gauze, which was to be reapplied for the next three days.
>You're lucky you didn't do more damage in your little fit.
>You give your thanks to the sweet elderly nurse, and make your way out of the sterile room and back toward the entrance.
>You had decided to take the next three days off, considering today's events, and fortunately Lucille didn't argue too much with your choice.
>You can't blame her; you wouldn't want a lunatic around your place of business, either.
>Your walk home is a long one, as you wonder what the hell had just happened.
>Were you losing your mind?
>Your injured hand feels much better now, but it's still hard to move your fingers without feeling a stab of pain rocket through you.
>As your apartment comes into view, you hope and pray to whomever might be watching you that you don't break down in front of Fancy Pants.
>These two days have sucked for you, but you just need to get a grip on yourself, there's no reason to get all crazy in front of him.
>You walk into the cozy little building and jump into the elevator, where a woman and her little boy seem to be on their way to the floor above yours.
>Th doors close, and for some reason, you feel a sense of helplessness, of being trapped somewhere.
>The woman gives you a friendly smile, which quickly falls when she sees your hand.
>"What happened?"

fronk 02/04/14(Tue)18:51 UTC-5 No.16107729
Replies: >>16108407

>>16107501
>You give her a disgruntled look.
"Accident outside."
>"Oh, dear!"
>The woman grabs your hand and begins to inspect it because fuck apparently she must be the hand police, holy shit, whatever even happened to people minding-
>"Just put some ice on it, it should be fine in a few days."
>She gives you another smile, and you nod at her uneasily.
>"Your name is Anonymous, right?"
>Jesus, what the fuck does this woman want?
"Yes."
>The door opens, and it's your floor.
>Thank heavens.
>You take off before the woman can continue her interrogation, wrenching open your door and almost throwing yourself into the safe confines of your home.
>"Anonymous? You're home early."
>"Work closed early."
>You don't go any more into detail than that, hanging your jacket up before heading into the living room.
>Fancy hops off the couch when he sees you.
>"Well, in that case, why don't we talk, hmm? Maybe over a cup of tea?"
>You want to reject the offer to go skulk around by yourself some more, but you think that maybe being alone isn't what you need right now.
"Sure, sounds good."
>The unicorn is pleased with this, and trots into the kitchen.
>"You seem a mite upset. Did you get into an argument with a friend?"

 fronk 02/04/14(Tue)19:29 UTC-5 No.16108407
Replies: >>16109449

>>16107729
>Your keks are at the top.
>You don't really have any close friends beside Fancy, certainly not anyone who would upset you.
"No, I'm just a little stressed."
>"Whatever for?"
>You don't answer him, looking down at the floor.
>What are you even supposed to say?
>He turns back from his spot at the sink, levitating a the kettle above the stove burner.
>"Are you alright, Anonymous?"
>Those eyes, those beautiful eyes, laced with concern for you.
>You can see it now; him looking down upon you with nothing but the utmost contempt and expected failure-
"A-alright look, work didn't actually get cancelled, I just decided I'm taking the next few days off, gonna see if I can stop being so...loopy. It's just stress, I'll be fine."
>Fancy contemplates this answer, but then spots your wound.
>"Oh my, what happened?"
"I wasn't being careful at work, and I cut myself."
>Fancy's magic encapsulates your hands, but unlike the woman in the elevator, his touch isn't unwanted at all.
>He unwinds the bandages a bit, gasping when he lays eyes on the cut.
>"Heavens..."
>He winds the gauze back up, gently letting your hand free from his grasp as he turns back to fuss over the tea.
>"You just sit back, Anonymous. I'll make this the best vacation you've ever had."
"What?"
>"Why, I'm going to take care of you. You've certainly done enough for me, I believe it's my turn now."

fronk 02/04/14(Tue)20:28 UTC-5 No.16109449
Replies: >>16109896

>>16108407
"Take care of me?"
>He nods.
>"Do your chores, get you food, et cetera, et cetera..."
>Your mouth hangs open a bit.
"It's just a cut up hand, it's nothing big."
>He gives you a playful smile, flicking an ear at you.
>"Oh, it's a good enough excuse."
"Really, it's not a big deal-"
>"Please, let me take care of you. I would like to do something for you."
>He pours some steaming water into a cup, and offers it to you.
>"Drink up."
"Fancy-"
>"Oh, come on."
>You flinch when you see his hurt expression.
>"I just want to do something kind for my friend. To be honest, you're the first one I've ever even gotten the chance to do something like this for."
>Wow, holy shit, it's like you can't do ANYTHING right today.
>"You're troubled. Just let me help take the stress away."
>You want to turn him down, but seeing that big smile pointed right at you makes it very difficult to do so.
>You take the cup, taking a short, slow swig of the drink.
>It's a little calming, you have to admit.
"Thank you, Fancy. I appreciate it very much."
>He beams, beginning to list off all of the things he's going to do to make your vacation relaxing.
>Things you don't actually deserve, but that you're going to let him do for you anyway.
>For him, you try to seem just as optimistic.

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fronk 02/05/14(Wed)14:54 UTC-5 No.16124028
Replies: >>16124046

>>16123925
>You take off before the woman can continue her interrogation, wrenching open your door and almost throwing yourself into the safe confines of your home.
>"Anonymous? You're home early."
"Work finished early."
>You don't go any more into detail than that, and hope that he doesn't want to question you about it.
>Fancy hops off the couch when he sees you.
>"Well, in that case, why don't we talk, hmm? Maybe over a cup of tea?"
>You want to reject the offer to go skulk around by yourself some more, but you think that maybe being alone isn't what you need right now.
"Sure, sounds good."
>The unicorn is pleased with this, and follows you back into the kitchen.
>"You look unpleased. Did you get into an argument with your boss, or a friend?"
>Kek.
>You don't really have any close friends beside Fancy, certainly not anyone who would upset you.
>"No, it's not that."
>He fetches the kettle from the cupboard, and begins to fill it with water.
>"Well then, what is it?"
>You don't answer him, eyes glued to the floor.
>What are even supposed to say?
>He turns back from his spot at the sink, levitating the kettle under the facuet's steady stream of water.
>"Are you alright, Anonymous?"
>Those eyes, those beautiful eyes, laced with concern for you.
>You can see it now; him looking down upon you with nothing but the utmost contempt and expected failure-

>>
fronk 02/05/14(Wed)14:55 UTC-5 No.16124046
Replies: >>16124071

>>16124028
"A-alright look, work didn't actually get cancelled. I've just been feeling super overworked lately, and I decided to take the next few days off. Gonna see if I can calm down and stop being so...loopy. It's just stress, I'll be fine."
>Fancy doesn't appear to believe this, but forgets entirely when he sees your wound.
>"Oh my, what happened?"
"I wasn't being careful at work, and I cut myself."
>...it's true enough.
>Fancy's magic encapsulates your hands, but unlike the woman in the elevator, his touch isn't unwanted at all.
>The aura itself is weird, though, kind of like a mixture of water and gel.
>He unwinds the bandages gingerly, gasping when he lays eyes on the cut.
>"Heavens..."
>He winds the gauze back up, gently letting your hand free from his grasp as he turns back to fuss over the tea.
>"Poor thing. You just sit back, Anonymous. I'll make this the best vacation you've ever had."
"What?"
>He places the partially filled kettle onto the stove, where it starts to boil.
>"Why, I'm going to take care of you. You've certainly done enough for me, I believe it's my turn now."
"Take care of me?"
>He nods.
>"Do your chores, get you food, et cetera, et cetera..."
>Your mouth hangs open a bit.
"It's just a cut up hand, it's nothing big."
>He gives you a playful smile, flicking an ear at you.
>"Oh, it's a good enough excuse."
"Really, it's not a big deal-"
>"Please, let me take care of you. I want to do something for you."

fronk 02/05/14(Wed)14:57 UTC-5 No.16124071

>>16124046
>The kettle soon whistles, and Fancy pours some of the boiling water into a cup.
>He dips a teabag into it, blotting the water and making it a distorted brown.
>The cup is then floated to you, allowing you to take in the aroma.
>"Drink up."
"Fancy-"
>"Oh, come on."
>You flinch when you see his hurt expression.
>"I just want to do something kind for my friend. To be honest, you're the first one I've ever even gotten the chance to do something like this for."
>Wow, holy shit, it's like you can't do ANYTHING right today.
>"You're troubled. Just let me help take the stress away. That's what friends are for!"
>You want to turn him down, but seeing that big smile pointed right at you makes it very difficult to do so.
>You take the cup, taking a short, slow swig of the drink.
>It's a little calming, you have to admit.
"Thank you, Fancy. I appreciate it very much."
>He beams, getting his own cup and beginning to list off all of the things he's apparently going to do to make your vacation relaxing.
>Things you don't actually deserve, but that you're going to let him do for you anyway.
>Because he's your friend.
>For him, you try to seem just as optimistic.

_____________________________________________________

A BRIEF GLIMPSE EIGHT WEEKS INTO THE FUTURE fronk 02/07/14(Fri)19:11 UTC-5 No.16162067
Replies: >>16162083 >>16162481 >>16163251 >>16164479

>"Anonymous!"
>Fancy Pants' wail of terror rang through your ears, a light in the cumbersome darkness.
>He gallops toward you immediately, not only gasping but retching when he gets a good look at you.
>Serves you right.
>"Anonymo-WHAT IS THIS?!"
>He doesn't wait for an answer before he magically pulls the offending steel object from your throat cavity.
>Your neck heats up significantly after that, and you suddenly experience the all-too familiar sensation of blood creeping down your body.
>Fancy looks absolutely devastated at this point, and you know he has any right to be.
>You've even managed to fuck this of all things up.
>"A-Anonymous, I'm going to...call the hospital! Tell them to come and get you, you need help YOU NEED HELP NOW."
>He begins to search your room for the phone you keep around.
>Your vision begins to blur, and you don't see him for a few moments.
>Then he bursts back sight, face extremely close to yours.
>"I know you're hurt, Anonymous, but I need you to tell me where the telephone is."
>You want to tell him to stop panicking, that when you're gone he can go back home.
>"Anonymous, Anonymous stay with me."
"Douuun't...woorghy."
>Every moment you spend talking sends another crimson tidal wave cascading down onto your chest, but you don't care.
>You want him to know that this is for him.
>A broad smile stretches across your face, and from it, spittle and blood leak.

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fronk 02/07/14(Fri)19:12 UTC-5 No.16162083
Replies: >>16162481 >>16163251 >>16164479

>>16162067
>Fancy stares at you in horror.
"Isssch...oka-"
>The flow of words stops when the flow of oxygen does, as you are soon rendered unable to breathe.
>You fall over as you spasm from the lack of air, knocking over the various bottles of whiskey and pills that had sat next to you.
>Everything you can see begins to darken at the edges as you choke.
>That last thing you register before the world goes dark is Fancy screaming your name, clinging to you for dear life.
>You hope he makes it back home alright.

 fronk 02/08/14(Sat)17:49 UTC-5 No.16181682
Replies: >>16182068

>"DOVAHKIIN, DOVAHKIIN, NAAL OK ZIN LOS VAHRIIN-"
>"You know, we've dragons back in my native world, and their language sounds nothing like this."
>You nod absentmindedly, not really tuned into Fancy's answer as you boot up your last save.
>After three days, you're almost done with your house, the one near Falkreath.
>It's the third day of your vacation, and things have been alright.
>You won't pretend that you still aren't depressed, or whatever the fuck is wrong with you, but being able to distract yourself with video games and fashion horse is certainly doing wonders to help you cope.
>"Still, perhaps that's only because the dragons I've encountered are domesticated. Do you think that dragons would speak like that in the wild? Their own tongue and everything..."
"S'possible."
>For a moment, Fancy stays silent, watching you scramble around for more supplies to construct the upper portion of the abode.
>"You know you have your appointment in two hours, right-"
"Yes."
>You can't help the venom that seeps into your remark.
>Sensing that something had been wrong with you, Fancy had offered you the suggestion of seeing someone who could help you gather your thoughts.
>Really, he had just harassed you until you had made an appointment at the shrink's office, but he told you not to fret the small details.

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fronk 02/08/14(Sat)18:10 UTC-5 No.16182068

>>16181682
>"I have no idea why you're so worried, it's in your best interest."
>You beg to differ; it's nothing but a waste of your time.
>There's nothing wrong with you that a little R&R won't fix.
>...you hope, anyway.
>The idea of something like what happened at the store happening here scares you, which is probably a factor in you scheduling the appointment in the first place.
>Still, you don't look forward to it very much.
>The roof is finally tacked onto the bigger portion of the home, and you realize that this is the coziest looking house you've ever seen.
>You kind of wish you could have a house like this, way out in the boonies, a beautiful view.
>Not to stay at permanently.
>You need the internet; where else would you satiate the porn intake that you needed?
>But somewhere to run to when the world got too big and scary for you to handle sounded really nice.
>Fancy stays with you awhile longer, but departs after some time, saying something about his show being on.
>Something makes you wonder if he's starting to get a little too attached to the boob tube, but you don't linger on the topic, far too busy stealing from merchants to be bothered with it.
>More time passes, and soon it's only a half an hour until your appointment with Dr. What'sErFace.
>If you could put it off any longer, you would, really.
>Begrudgingly, you save your game in front of your recently built stable and gather your things.

fronk 02/11/14(Tue)21:40 UTC-5 No.16242426
Replies: >>16242676 >>16242953

>After a short walk, you're seated in the waiting room.
>A fidgety man sits across the room from you, all but avoiding your gaze.
>You're not sure if you're more insulted or relieved.
>The minutes are ticking by, slowly to your chagrin.
>Almost ten minutes into the supposed appointment, and she still hasn't shown up.
>You begin to tap your foot in annoyance, which makes the twitchy man jut wildly.
>He shrinks under your weirded out look, mumbling some sort of apology to you.
>A woman comes into the room from behind, and you hope to Christ that it's your doctor.
>"Mitchell?"
>Fuck.
>"Erk!"
>The man stands up-well, more like flails in a way that throws him onto his feet, puttering after the very crisp-looking woman into the recesses of the institute.
>The wait continues, and you honestly consider leaving.
>This person is late for their own damn appointment.
>Just as you begin to gather your jacket and leave, the door again opens, revealing a large dark skinned man with a very gruff looking expression.
>"This way, please."
>He sounds Indian, but you weren't really sure.
>Either way, you nod, following him down the halls into what you presume to be his office.

fronk 02/11/14(Tue)22:07 UTC-5 No.16242953
Replies: >>16243265

>>16242426
>It's cozy, for lack of a better word.
>The air is weirdly heavy in here, almost in a stuffy way.
>You sit on the couch laid out in back of the room, facing his desk.
>You recognize the fact that his desk is located so that he has an escape, in case of a dangerous patient.
>How you know this isn't really what you want to think about now, though.
>For a moment, things are silent between you two.
>He gathers his papers and other assorted files together, seemingly not paying you any mind.
>It isn't really awkward, but you feel...lost here.
>After what seems to be an eternity, he looks up to you.
>"You are here for evaluation."
>The way he words it leaves no room to interpret it as a question; you nod.
>"I begin by asking questions, do not feel to answer them if necessary."
>Shit, this guy's English...
"Alright."
>"Nothing you say will be told to other persons, unless you say you want to hurt others, hurt yourself, or are-"
"I know, I know."
>You remember being given this tidbit of blabber before, and you honestly know it by heart by now.
>He looks at you strangely, but continues.
>"First, say to me; why are you here today?"
"Because a friend made me come here."
>You aren't going to lie, no sense in making the guy's job harder.
>He hums understandingly.
>"Friends are concerned about you, yes?"
>You can't say that Fancy sending you here was anything but concern for you.
"Yup."
>"Well, that is good friends. Keep them close, please."

fronk 02/11/14(Tue)22:24 UTC-5 No.16243265
Replies: >>16248461 >>16254601

>>16242953
>You're not sure what to say to that.
"Alright?"
>Another hum, and a shuffle of paper.
>"Do you feel there is thing wrong with you? Why did friend send you here?"
"Umm, I guess I'm...depressed."
>You almost have to force yourself to say it.
>The words are alien to your tongue, and they linger there like poison.
>Are you depressed?
>You try not to give yourself summary labels, because fuck if you're a doctor, but your behavior over the past few months could be a sign of depression.
>Past few years, really.
>Depression...
>Fuck, you hate that word.
>"Aah, depressed. Do you have thoughts with suicide?"
"No."
>You didn't, really.
>Sure, life was bleak for you sometimes, and your mood often bounced around like a kangaroo with its balls over a spit, at least internally.
>But suicide?
>Nah, hadn't crossed your mind.
>"Mm. Self-harm, other toxic behaviors?"
"Nope."
>"What makes you say that you are depressed?"
>Welp, if you couldn't judge yourself, who could you judge?
"I guess...I place the blame of a lot of things on myself. I'm also a defeatist, if that's the right word. And well, just general feeling like shit."
>You don't know if you're supposed to swear here or not, but he makes no effort to stop you.
>Still, you note, it's best not to go beyond the occasional cuss.
>He says nothing turning from you for a moment to think.
>His face doesn't relay condescension, or boredom, just pure thoughtfulness.

fronk 02/12/14(Wed)16:32 UTC-5 No.16254601

>>16243265
>"Where do you work at, Anonymous?"
>He doesn't turn to face you, but he doesn't seem bored with you.
"Sofas and Pens."
>He gives you a funny look.
"The pen part of the business dried up and we've started selling other bits of furniture, but no one every got around to changing the name. I guess."
>"...I see."
"It's fine, I guess. Pays the bills. The boss is a bit...hard to work with, but I'll live.
>You shift uncomfortably in the couch, as your body had began to sink into the plushy fabric.
>"Do your friends work with you Do you have many of friends?"
"Nah. I only have the one really good friend, and he's...unemployed."
>A pang of guilt.
>Apparently the good doctor notices your brief pause.
>He whirls around in his chair to face you, his dark eyes locked onto you.
>"Does he live with you?"
"Yeah."
>"Is paying a bills hard for you now?"
>You squirm a bit, and he sees this as another victory.
"Yeah, kind of. There isn't really a raise in sight, either. Still, I'm cutting down on some things, and a guy I know is willing to help me out a bit..."
>"Who is this person? Is he friend?"
"Yes, he's a friend. That's as much as I want to say about him, though."
>"Yes, yes."
>He turns away from you again.
>"Tell me about concerned friend, one who sends you here. What is he like, and these things."

it's back motherfuckers and get ready for the fucking drama you have no idea fronk 02/22/14(Sat)21:48 UTC-5 No.16445038
Replies: >>16445927

"Oh, Fanc-"
>You catch yourself almost saying his real name.
"Fan-umm, Faaan, Fran-FRANCIS. His name is Francis."
>The good doctor doesn't say anything regarding your slip, so you continue.
"Uh, he's a good guy. Really cool, kind of what I aspire to be like. Generous, handsome, funny..."
>You lean back into the couch, trying not to be suffocated by the encompassing material.
"He's a bit of an ass sometimes, really full of himself, but that takes back seat to being there for the people he cares about."
>Your cheeks become a bit red, but you can't suppress the goofy little smile that curls across your lips.
"Really glad he's around."
>You hear the man make a clucking sound.
"You know, I never got your name."
>You see a nametag on the desk; Dr. Bobadilla.
>"My name is Doctor Bobadeesha."
>Your eyebrow crooks a bit, and you note that Middle Eastern names are fucking weird.
"Alright."
>The room is silent for a few minutes.
>"Do you smoke?"
>Before you can say no, he produces a blanche white stick, tossing it lightly at you.
>Placing another one into the side of his own mouth, he lights it with a neon blue lighter.
>The plot thickens.
"No, but aren't you not allowed to smoke in here?"
>He actually snorts at you.
>"Your files does not say smoke allergies. I also do not see any of cameras around. Are you going to be telling the authorities?"
>The little white stick rolls into the palm of your hand, and you blink.

 fronk 02/22/14(Sat)22:30 UTC-5 No.16445927
Replies: >>16452655 >>16465009

>>16445038
"This is very unconventional."
>He exhales slowly.
>The lines on his forehead and the bags under his eyes become a lot more prevalent when the smoke clears.
>"All things are unconventional. You and I, every person here, every person ever."
>The porcelain stick between his lips loses its brilliance, smoldering into the tray of ashes it was destined to be.
>"Peace is all in the mind. Conflict is real. This thing drives us. We can only cope and continue."
>You're not sure if he's even talking to you anymore, with the far-off look he has on his aging face.
>It's a bit spooky.
>"And that is why you are here. To cope. Assistance with problems."
>He spins around again.
"Alright."
>You're not sure if you agree with his sentiment.
>Something primal in you believes that peace is the end result of life, of society.
>Peace is what the world should strive for.
>But you really aren't in the mood to tell this man otherwise.
>"So tell me, what made friend come onto revelation of depression?"
"Took a little break from work after cutting my hand, and he said that he thought I had issues. He was worried, so he made me come here."
>"How did you cut your hand?"
"I was fucking around with a boxcutter."
>The memory is bitter, something the doctor seems to pick up on.
>"Please continue, if you can."

 fronk 02/23/14(Sun)21:38 UTC-5 No.16465009
Replies: >>16480453

>>16445927
>You'd really rather not linger on this.
"There isn't much to it. Cut it, got it wrapped up. Felt weird. I went home and I was fine, though."
>"Felt weird?"
"Yeah. Kind of angry, and panicky. It hasn't happened since."
>Silence.
>"Are you going to be using cigarette?"
>You grimace.
"No thanks, you can have it back."
>"Of course I can have it back, it's mine."
>You hand him the stick of tobacco, which he pockets.
>"I think this thing you are experiencing shows that you have the anxiety, too."
>That one you didn't mind so much.
>At least not when compared to depression.
>"Do you feel these before the one where you hurt your hand?"
"Not really, at least not that I can remember."
>Another long puff of his cigarette.
>"Perhaps this is simply the climax of all the building up."
>You don't have a retort.
>He's probably hitting the nail on the head.
>You talk for a bit longer, and by the time the two hours is up, he's already handed you a prescription that he believes with 'stove off the depressions'.
>You wonder whether or not this sort of thing should take longer, but hey, he's the fucking psychiatrist, not you.
>You're rescheduled to see him again two weeks later, in hopes that the medication will be applying some effect to you.
>In all honesty, he seemed tired of having you in his office, so you really didn't plan on getting too much help from him from here on out.
>If you even really needed help.
>It doesn't take long to depart the building and arrive at the pharmacy.

 fronk 02/24/14(Mon)21:19 UTC-5 No.16480453
Replies: >>16480976 >>16552372

>>16465009
>"Good morning, sir."
>The blue haired woman in the lab coat looks as though she may be a living corpse, but you don't allow her attitude or her nasally drawl to annoy you.
"Fill this prescription for me, if you could, please and thank you."
>She rises from the spot where she was slouching over the counter and goes to get you your medication.
>You think that the coat on her couldn't be less fitting, but it's not your place to comment, you think.
>Still, you can definitely acknowledge that she's punk trash.
>If not, she certainly looks the part.
>You've no idea why she works at a pharmacy, but something along the lines of 'cocaine money' is what you presume, mostly due to the electric blue hair and the bony, gaunt face she has.
>And those horrendous fucking piercings...
>Maybe you're being cunty about it, but you're a bit on edge right now, so you can't really help it.
>At least your complaints are all internal.
>It takes a moment, but she arrives back with your pills, wrapped up in a little white bag.
>"Here. One a day, in the morning preferably."
>You take the meds from her, and she smirks at you.
>"Don't take more'n one a day. I was on those fuckers, and...well, let's just say it's a helluva ride."
>You give her a scowl.
"I won't."
>Her smile doesn't fade.
>"That's what they all say, guy."
>You say nothing more to the woman, who is starting to annoy you for reasons you can't even name yourself.
>Storming out of the pharmacy, pills in hand, you head for your car.

 fronk 03/01/14(Sat)13:31 UTC-5 No.16552372

>>16480453
>When you're seated, you pull open the bag, revealing an amber bottle.
>The contents look harmless enough; rectangular charcoal tablets.
>They're cold to the touch, though.
>Like they're made of lead.
>You grimace, but decide that no time is better than the present.
>You down it in a gulp, and feel it sliding down into your stomach.
>A momentary pause; nothing happens.
>That probably should have been expected.
>Nothing happens instantaneously.
>You pop your key into the car's slot and take off for home, ready to put this day behind you.
>That doctor didn't seem qualified in the slightest to be administering pills, and the bitch at the pharmacy was somehow even more annoying.
>And yet, you would be seeing them indefinitely for the next little while.
>Traffic is all but absent today, making it easy to get back to the apartment.
>"Welcome back, Anonymous. How was it?"
>Fancy Pants, again at the television.
"Fine, I guess. Just an evaluation. Got some pills."
>"That soon? My my, that's odd."
"Meh."
>You take a seat next to him, putting the bag of medication onto the coffee table.
>Doctor Who, surprise surprise.
>Fancy glances at you, and a sly smile appears on his face.
>"Perhaps you're simply crazier than the average patient."
>You're silent for a moment.
>Then, before he can react, you slam your fist into his shoulder.
>Hard.
>The uptight horse squeals with a mixture of pain and laughter as he slides to the ground dramatically.
"Fuck you, buddy."
>"Worth it."