The Big Bad Anon - Brad

"Give me the fucking guitar Brad, I'm not gonna ask again!"
>Your yell echo's through the empty gymnasium as you reach for the neck his the guitar, but Brad pulls it away before you can touch it
>"No Anon! I already told you my dad gave me this and he'd be pisse-"
"I don't fucking care! It's either you give it to me, or that cute little photo album of your bitch's upskirts you have on your phone will be paraded through the entire school!"
>A shock of surprise crossed his face as you poke his chest with your thick, calloused fingers
>"I- uh, what-"
>Oh fuck you got him now
"Yeah, you should probably keep a lock on your phone if you have that kinda shit on it, you're pretty retarded aren't you?."
>Without a response, you pace around him with your arms behind your back
"It really bugs me though man, ain't she yours? She don't put out enough so you gotta sneak a creepshot whenever you get the chance? That's pretty fuckin pathetic dude, but I mean, if you want some help with that all you gotta do is ask buddy!"
>Still nothing from Brad
"Heh, I mean, for a dork she's got a pretty nice ass. I wouldn't mind cracking that shit open for ya, hell I liked it so much I just had to keep a souvenir!"
>Pulling out your phone, you press a button to display the main page and shove it in his face
>Brads face immediately changes from shock to pure rage
>You just can't help but appreciate how that Twilight chicks ass fits so perfectly on your screen
>Shit nearly brings a tear to your eye
>But before you can get emotional, it seems that Brad wasn't sharing the same feelings you had as he shoves you away
>"Fuck you Anon! I'm so sick of your shit asshole!"
>Man, does nobody in this school know how to throw a punch?
>You read his left arm a mile away and narrowly bob your head to avoid his punch
>Really you could take a million of Brads hits and not feel a damn thing
>But you're not gonna give him the satisfaction of touching you
>Punishing the whiff, you jab Brad right in the stomach hard, causing him to bend over and groan in pain
>Using this opportunity you rush him and slip yourself to his back, then wrap your arms around his waist tightly
>Just like you practiced
>Make them the arch, take the back, arms around the waist, and...
>LIFT!
>Suddenly Brad is taken to the air and over your head as you back arch suplex him onto the hard linoleum floor
>Fuck, lucky nobody was in here or else they woulda thought you just killed him with how loud that impact was
>Unfortunately it just seemed to rock his world a little bit
>You climb on top of his limp body and give him a few slaps to the face
"Hey hey! We ain't done yet, now I'm gonna give you a deal here just cuz I'm feeling extra goddamn nice today."
>You grab him by the collar and bring his head closer to your face which causes him to cringe and look away
"Now, I take the guitar and go about my merry fucking way, or you keep being a stubborn shithead and spend the rest of lunch in here with me, now which one will it be? I suggest you choose very fucking wisely here friend cuz they got Frito pie in today and that's my fucking shit!"
>You bring him closer to your face and stare daggers through his skull
"And booooy if I don't get some of that pie I swear I'll beat the every loving fuck out of whatever kept me from it!"
>Wow he looks like he's about to cry, jeez what a whiner
>"Ugghh... just, just take it man! Take it and get the hell outa here!"
>Hm, bout time he came around
"Alright alright now was that really so hard little Bradley? You got a good head on your shoulders there, would be a shame if something happened to it."
>Finally, you lift yourself off Brad and straighten out your shirt. He just had to make this harder than it shouldn't have been didn't he?
>Fuck it, you got what you wanted so you're done here
>After grabbing the guitar, you start to take your leave
>But not before...
"Hey Brad?"
>Hesitantly, Brad raises his head to meet your eyes
>But all he sees is you charging him and delivering a swift kick to his stomach
"Don't you EVER tell me what to do."
>You are Anon
>And you like to say you're a nice guy
>But for some odd reason, you've been labelled as Canterlot High's primary big bad wolf
>A bully, if you will.
>It's just too bad for these little pigs that their walls are no match for you
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>Later after a long day of being you and terrorizing other students at school, you were finally home and able to relax
>Luckily your mom wasn't home to bitch and moan at you to turn your music down, so you had all the space to play with your new toy
>Unfortunately your room doesn't have a lot of space, but you guess that happens when living in a larger than normal closet
>Taking the guitar off your back, you hook it up to your amp/TV stand and brush off some rust with a few chord practices
>It's a good thing you actually know what you're doing with this or else you'd feel like a total asshole for stealing it from Brad
>Or you coulda just sold it, but after you "accidentally" smashed your guitar busting a hard ass solo you knew it was time for a replacement
"Alright, let's see if still got it..."
>Fuck this will be some finger practice, but it's worth it
>For the ladies...
>Popping a CD into your old CD player, you lower the volume just enough to hear your playing over the song
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqNbnZGm7JU
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