[NEETPone] Floor's hard life, by Anon

ACTUAL SPOILER (for shitty green)
[spoiler]Floor had a pretty fucked up, tragic early life.

I'm gonna write Anon as just a generic pone in this one too, instead of a generic human. Because why not? AiE is overplayed anyway.[/spoiler]




"Floor?"
>Nothing. You give her door a few more knocks.
“Floor Bored? I know you're in there.”
>You can hear movement now; the little pony shuffling around inside her den.
“Please. I just want to talk. I'm really concerned about you Floor. Just let me–“
>You can hear the lock turn over and then see the handle turn. The door swings open ever so slightly to reveal a haggard looking little face, staring out at you from the dark.
>Floor sounds tired. Exhausted really. Like she's spent all her energy just getting out of bed for the day. But she always sounds like that...
>“What do you want?”
“Can I come inside, Floor?”
>The little pony looks you up and down for a moment, as if trying to discern your intentions. Not like you hadn't been standing outside her door for the last 5 minutes telling her exactly what they were, but whatever.
>Finally she pulls the door open a little more and steps to the side to let you in.

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>Be Floor Bored.
>Your new roomie is bugging you again.
>You wish he would just leave you the fuck alone.
>You knew it wasn't going to last when PWS relocated your last one to a new apartment, but Celestia dammit you wished it would.
>At least he was pretty good for a while while.
>He gave you plenty of space when he first moved in. You made it pretty clear to him that you weren't interested, and thankfully he took the hint. Seems it wasn't destined to last, however.
>He'd really been getting on your case lately. Trying to get you to hang out with him in the evenings, play video games together, and even share meals and such.
>Sure, he was probably just concerned about your well-being, but you didn't want his fucking concern. He wouldn't ever be able to understand anyway. All you wanted-- all you ever wanted-- was to be left alone.
>As if that was ever going to happen.

>Falling out of bed, you make your way over to the door. Clearly he's not gonna go away until you see what he wants. Annoying bastard.
>You undo the lock and turn the handle, opening the door just enough to look out at the pony standing in front of it.
“What do you want?”
>Anon looks back at you as a slight frown overtakes his face. That was typical of him whenever he got you to talk. It always bugged the shit out of you.
>”Can I come inside, Floor?”
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>But the pony just stands there, waiting for an answer. You could tell by the way he said it that he wasn't just trying to be cute or anything. There was a real concern there. And looking him over, you could see on his face that same sincere look that dad always used to give you when he knew that something was wrong.
>Ahh, buck.
>You pull the door open and step aside to let him in.

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>Walking into Floor Bored's room, you take a moment to look around the place. It isn't very easy to see, the lights are off and the only window is covered by a thick curtain that blocks out most of Celestia's sun, but all around you is evidence of a sad, slovenly lifestyle.
>Trash is strewn about on the floor, varies items and possessions sitting in the midst of it all. There's even a few dirty clothes here and there. It's a mess.
>Floor's bed takes up almost all of the room too. It's obviously way to big for this little space.
>Floor closes the door, giving herself a bit more room to stand in the tiny apartment, and turns around to address you.
>“So what do you want?”
>Right. You weren't here to gawk at her living conditions. You came here on a mission.
“I want-- No, we need to talk Floor.”
>The little mares roles her eyes, but she stands fast, waiting for you to continue.
“You're always cooped up in here. I've tried to give you your space, but you're always so distant. Even when I offer to buy us a pizza or something, I can never get you to come out and spend some time with me; with another pony I mean. It isn't healthy.”
>You shift on your hooves a little. This whole thing was going to be just as awkward and uncomfortable as you had imagined it would be.
“And I've heard the way you talk lately. It isn't so much what you say-- it's how you say it. You sound so tired, Floor. You sound so empty inside. And frankly... i-it scares me Floor.”

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>Normally you would have snapped and driven them out by now, but your new roommate had just come inside and bared his heart to you. He'd hit the nail on the head, too.
>Maybe you could talk about this. It might do you some good. And maybe if he knew what you had gone through, he wouldn't be so insistent on making you do things.
>He was only concerned after all. You could tell him the truth. He really should know.
>You walk past Anon and set yourself down on top of your bed, patting the mattress next to you, inviting him to sit down.
>He shifts around uncomfortably, his right front hoof finding it's way over to his left, resting on top of it shyly.
>”Uhm, no thanks. I'll stand.”
>Suit yourself, colt. You sit up on your haunches, freeing up your front legs to do some gesturing. You point to the question mark on his flank.
“You see that?”
>He follows your hoof to his rear before looking back up to you with a slightly confused look.
>”My cutiemark?”
“That's right.”
>”Well what about it?”
>You stand up on top of your bed and turn to your side. Your flank sits at just about face height in front of Anon so that he can get a good look at it. You ask him another question.
“And what's this?”
>He's getting nervous again. You can see it his stance, and it's painfully obvious in his tone of voice. >”S-so you're a blank flank, it's not a big deal. Lots of ponies ha--”
“Wrong.”
>You cut him off mid-sentence. He winces a little bit at the interruption, but you don't let it faze you.
“It's not a 'blank flank'. It's a scar.”



>You turn around to face him again, and lay back down on your bed, doing your best to settle in and get comfortable.
“I was 9 when my mom died. I won't ever forget it. Dad held me in his hooves, and we cried with each other all day. I had to sleep in his bed with him that night. I couldn't be alone.”
>Memories come flooding back to you as you close your eyes, a quiet rustling indicating that Anon is still there, moving in place. When you open them again, you see the green stallion in front of you staring at a spot on the floor.
“We were never very well-off, and when mom died we couldn't afford our house anymore. We had to sell off the home, along with all of our stuff. Just to afford a one bedroom apartment.”

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>Be Anon, uncomfortably standing in Floor Bored's room as she lays in front of you on the bed. She just dropped some heavy shit on you, seemingly out of the blue. Her mom dies when she's a little foal, and she's forced to live in a tiny little apartment with her dad. What are you supposed to say to that?
>You've never had to deal with anything near that kind of tragedy. How do you even react?
>Floor breaks you out of your thoughts as she continues with her story.
>”We still shared the same bed. It's all we could manage to hold on to from our old lives. But at the end of the day, all we really had was each other, and neither of us was willing to let that go.”
>Poor thing. You're feeling pretty down right about now.
>”I was my dad's entire world from that day on. And he was mine, too.”
>Looking at your roommate, you can see a small smile flash itself across her features ever so briefly before melting back into the sea of sadness.
>”We grew closer and closer together. How could we not? And one day...”
>Oh Celestia. This is only gonna get worse isn't it? Or course it is! What were you thinking?
>”One day we went from sleeping in the same bed together, to sleeping together in the same bed.”
>Wait... what?



>”The two of us were completely lost except for each other. We always slept together in that bed, and as we came to love each other more and more, and I began to grow into a young mare... I suppose it was inevitable.”
>Anon.exe has stopped responding.
>”I still remember that first time we had together... right there on top of that same bed we had shared since we moved out all those years ago. That same bed he and mom had shared with each other when I was conceived, and all the way up until she passed.”
>Restarting.
>”He was always so gentle... so loving. He always made sure that I was happy. And once he was satisfied that I had been taken care of... He would make love to me, and finish inside.”
>Online. You can't believe your ears. Looking at Floor, you can see her gently patting the mattress with a hoof, staring at it dreamily.
>The mattress! Good thing you didn't sit down! That thing's gotta be like 25-30 years old by now, too. Oh Celestia, gross!
>”His scent, his taste. The way he held me in his hooves. A-and when he was inside of me, his cock throbbing with his heartbeat, filling that empty space inside of me... When he would pump me full of his love... I've never been so happy as I was with him. I've never had another stallion in my life, and I never will. ”
>Floor looks up at you again, catching your attention. The scent of her arousal is thick in the air.
>”For a while there, life was beautiful. But things... it couldn't be.”

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“I was going to make him dinner that night, just like mom used to. I knew she'd have been proud of me...
>You trail off there. You need a second to keep your composure.
“I waited for him to come home so that we could eat together. And I kept waiting when he was late. And I kept waiting.”
>Tears start to gather at the corners of your eyes, and you have to wipe them away before the begin to fall down your cheeks.
“The guard showed up with a member of PWS to tell me what happened. He-- *sniff * he was gone, and they were gonna have to take me away. He was all I had left, and now he was gone!”
>You break down as loud sobs wrack your body. You could never think about that night without losing it. That was the end of the best time in your life. And what little remained after was horrid and painful.
>You can hear some noise in front of you, and looking up you see Anon has finally decided to move from his spot glued to the floor. You hold out a hoof and try to choke out a few words at him through all the tears.
“N-no, stop. *sob* I don't-- ...Just don't--”
>Mercifully, the stallion halts his advance, leaving you to yourself. Eventually you calm down enough to regain control of your emotions.
>You wipe your vision clean and look back up at the stallion in front of you. His face is contorted into a sad frown, and his eyes are brimming with tears yet to overflow.

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>Floor Bored looks up at you again from behind her hooves. Her eyes are bloodshot red, and her cheeks streaked with still-wet tears. You're on the verge of crying yourself. This whole thing is bucked, but Celestia Dammit. She sniffles a couple more times and sits up before continuing with her story.
>”I was only 13 at the time, so they were going to have to place me in a home until I was an adult. They took me away from my home again. I was only able to keep the bed because the social worker took pity on me.”
>Floor wipes her eyes again, and then her nose, trying to clean some of the snot away. ...And into her fur. Nasty.
>”When they took me in to do their routine checkup before dumping me in some orphanage to be forgotten, they discovered that I was pregnant. I was so happy when they told me. I knew there was only one pony who could have been the father. For a brief moment, I felt like maybe things would go on. I had lost almost everything, but I was carrying a part of my dad that would always be there with me. Maybe it would be ok.”
>Floor places a hoof on her belly, gently rubbing it back and forth, looking down at it with the expression in her eyes of one who has lost the ability to feel, and has no more tears to cry.
>”They wouldn't let me keep it.”
>Floor's voice is slow and flat now.
>”They said it wasn't safe for a filly my age to have a foal. They took her away from me.”

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“I have never felt so empty in my life as I did that day. I was sick for weeks after. When they cut her out of me, they took away the last little piece of happiness that I had left.”
>You look away from your empty belly and back up to the pony in front of you.
“They cut out my soul that day, and left me an empty husk. I dropped out of school, lost all my friends, stopped caring about the future or some stupid cutiemark. I lost the will to live.”
>Finally Anon has to say something. He can't stay silent anymore, and he moves to approach you again as he speaks.
>”Floor, I'm sorry, I-- I don't know what to say. I don't know what I can do.”
>You stare at him blankly and state, in a cool, flat voice, as matter-of-factly as you can:
“There's nothing you can do, Anon.”

>He stops in his tracks. He looks at you with those eyes of his, and you can see in them an immense pain, and understanding.
“I'm dead inside. I'd have killed myself a long time ago, but then I think about what my mom would think about that, and then I think about my dad, and how he and our daughter would feel.”
>You hop up off the bed and walk past Anon to the door. Turning the handle, you look back at him as you pull it open.
“So please, Anon. I know you mean well. But leave me be.”
>Nodding his head at you, the stallion slowly makes his way out of your room. Stopping just before the door, he turns to you one more time.
>”Floor... I'm so sorry.”
>His voice is quiet and meager. Barely audible, in fact.
>You give him a little smile. A genuine smile.
“It's alright. You're a good pony Anon.”
>You give him a soft little peck on the cheek, followed by a swift smack to the rear.
“Now git!”
>Anon jumps in surprise and lands on the other side of the doorway.
>*SLAM*



>Now finally left in peace, you walk over to you closet and slide the door open.
>Inside, on top of a cheap plastic shelf, sit three papercraft sculptures.
>Each one is folded and glued to look like a different vase.
>They all have unique designs painted on them, different little themes that you thought fit each pony in your life. China and freshly baked foods for your mother. Expertly crafted furniture and fine Canterlot wines for your father. And on the last one-- the smallest one-- the one you spent the most time and effort on: beautiful flowers and colorful rainbows, and hearts of all sizes and colors.
>You could not have hoped to be able to afford to have your family cremated, much less buried, but you promised yourself that you would do something to remember them by.
>It isn't much, and you aren't a world-class artist or anything, but you hope that maybe, in some small way, they would be proud of you, and happy that you chose to honor them.

[spoiler]See? You bastards start talking about incest and depressing stories like Background Pony, and look what you made me do.[/spoiler]