NST Shorts: Fun For the Family

A collection of short, wholesome NST vignettes

PROMPT: Homeless Twilight Green

>The city was cold at night, especially in the winter, and nobody ever tells you that newspaper blankets don't work so well in real life
>At night, you'd wander the alleys on the east side and find a dumpster with enough bags of garbage to make a warm little fort for yourself
>There was a time in your life where you wouldn't even wash the dishes without wearing rubber gloves, for fear of the grime and germs on the plates and glasses
>Anything that could be described as "pungent"—your soups, chilies, casseroles—was not something that would ever grace your tongue
>It's been years since then, though, and you've had to grow up
>Twilight Sparkle, the Canterlot High valedictorian and Most Likely to Succeed, she, well...
>All that stress to be perfect, to be the best, to be something more than you actually were was a bit too much
>Long story short, you got kicked out of your university after getting in a bit too deep with some illicit materials
>Never believed in that 'gateway drug' shit before then...
>Right now, you were just someone who was going to have to scrounge around with their bare, frostnipped hands in the gutter to get by
>And do some other unsavory things...
>You get used to it, sort of
>If you just close your eyes when you do it, sometimes you can almost forget where you even are, and the money's worth it anyways!
>Plus, you wouldn't have this thick winter coat if you weren't willing to do that kind of thing, or this cap
>Both were ragged messes, stained to hell and back—you didn't know with what, probably trash water, mostly—but the horrid, burnt shit smell was unnoticeable after a few days
>So, here you were, on the dark, wintry streets of Manehattan
>You huddled yourself against the green alley-way dumpster, resting in a pile of soggy, stuffed garbage bags
>This was one of your favorite spots—the graffiti here was particularly impressive, and it kind of made you feel like an art collector hanging a piece above their bed

>Exhaling, you watched as your breath swirled in the air before you
>Despite how cold it was, you were sweating right now and the pockmarks on the inside of your left arm were itching
>Time to take your night time medication
>Otherwise you'd probably wake up in the middle of the night vomiting
>You had to ration this shit out to every three days—any longer and life would be hell
>Man, it was a good thing you stole those spoons from Panera, because otherwise this would be a lot like the time you had all that heroin but lost your spoon
>Nearly died, so, backup spoons were important to have
>You wiped the mucus running down your face before rummaging in your coat for your spoon, lighter, and what heroin you had left
>'Be prepared'
>That's what you learned in the Girl Scouts, right?
>You put the small chunk in the spoon and spit on it
>Okay, time to—
>The lighter isn't working
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..."
>Letting out a scream, you throw the spoon against the brick wall in front of you, but quickly scramble out of your garbage pile to look for the heroin
"FUCK, oh fuck, come on come on!"
>In a pile of sooty snow, you found your prize, stuffing it back in your jacket
>You already felt yourself trembling, sweating—it was already giving you flashbacks to the last time...
>Rushing out of the alley, you headed to the nearest place that was still open at this time of night
>Just had to borrow a lighter from someone
>There was a small used-book store, 'The Cracked Spine', that seemed good enough
>The lights were on, so
>As you hurried your way inside, a bell rang
>This place was a lot warmer than the outside
>"We're closed," a cream colored woman said, face stuffed behind a book, not bothering to look up at you
"H-Hey, I-I-I j-just... D-Do you have a l-lighter I c-could use quick?"
>"What?"
>She glimpsed over her novel, glowering at the site of you
>"Get the fuck out of my—"
>The woman does a double take
>"Twilight?"

PROMPT: Pregnant Twibuse

>"HOW LONG DID YOU THINK YOU COULD HIDE THIS FROM ME?!"
"S-Stop! Y-You're hurting me!"
>Twilight reeled as another hard smack came across her face
>"You're getting rid of that fucking baby, you hear me? I can't have my... I can't have you being pregnant! I have a fucking reputation to uphold, here, Twilight. I don't need you ruining that."
>Pushed up against the wall, hands around her neck, Twilight gasped for breath as tears streamed down her face
>"If you don't go and get a fucking abortion, I will do it MYSELF, okay?"
>The high school freshman gulps, unable to speak
>"Did you hear me, Twilight?"
"No..." she muttered
>Her assailant stopped in their tracks
>"Excuse me?"
"I-I'm keeping the baby! I—"
>She screamed as she was shoved onto the floor
>"You're getting rid of it whether you like it or not. Don't make me do anything drastic."
"NO! Y-You don't own me! You—"
>Then came the blows to her stomach
>Kick after kick
>Twilight spasmed on the floor, shrieking madly as she felt a life leave her body
>"This is for your own—"
>Kick
>"GOOD!"
>Twilight shuddered and vomited onto the carpet, a mixture of stomach acid and blood pooling by her open mouth, a low, whispy croak of a cry oozing out along with it
>She flinched as a face came into view in front of her
>"Why do you always have to make things so difficult? All you had to do was fucking use protection or get on the pill if you were going to go around fucking boys. If you're not going to give me a daughter I can be proud of, you can at least be one that won't destroy my standing..."
>Velvet stood back up and went to leave Twilight's room, but stopped at the door
>"What happened here tonight?"
"I-I f-fell down th-the s-stairs..."
>Twilight's voice was barely audible
>"The gala is in a few months. Don't get pregnant again before that."
"Y-Yes Ma'am."
>"Great. Goodnight, Twilight."
>Velvet switched off the lights and hurried outside
>Didn't want to be late for tonight's get-together!

PROMPT: Happy, Successful Twilight

>"And I said, '"Liquor"? I hardly know her!'"
>You giggled heartily in the passenger's seat of Rainbow's minivan
>This was the only way to fit you and the rest of the girls in one vehicle
>"That there's a mighty shit joke, Rainbow."
>Dash rolled her eyes, though you wished she would focus on the road
>"You're just jealous you're not a Goddess of Comedy like me."
>"Mm, THAT'S it."
>You all giggled once more
>"Now, girls... I'm very glad you all decided to support Fluttershy and I at the fashion show today. It... It means a lot, to the both of us."
>"Y-Yeah..."
>You turned to face the back seats
"Of course we would support you! You're our friends."
>"YEAH! And after the show, we're gonna PARTY!"
>Pinkie Pie took out some 'confetti cannons'—small tubes filled with, you guessed it, confetti—and set them off
>A thick cloud of multicolored paper filled the inside of the van
>With the forward aim of the cannons, most of it has now clung to the windshield
>"PINKIE WHAT THE FUCK!" Rainbow yells
>She begins to swerve to and fro as the car spins out of control
>You and all the girls scream
>The van crashes
>An airbag smacks you in the face like a boxer's glove
"Fuck..."
>You're... You're okay
>"PINKIE! You're lucky we were in a fucking parking lot. Fuck, who did I hit?"
>"Sorry, I just got excited!"
>Dash hops out of the car, and the rest of you follow
>It looks like she hit a REALLY nice convertible
>"DAMN IT PINKIE!"
>Rainbow looks about ready to explode, moving towards Pinkie with rage-filled eyes
>"D-Dashie, it's okay!"
>"NO IT'S NOT!"
>You move between them
"Girls, stop—"
>There's a buzzing
"What? Since when do people call me? One second, don't do anything stupid."
>Dad?
"Hello?"
>"[Twilight...]"
>Your father's voice cracks
>"[I-It's your brother... He's...]"
>Your heart stops
"He just got shipped out!"
>"[I'm sorry...]"
"B-But... But he said nothing bad would happen! H-HE PROMISED!"
>You drop your phone, shaking, and fall to the asphalt
>"Twilight?"

PROMPT: Twilight Sees NST

>It was 5am and you finally finished with your latest update
>All your adoring fans would definitely read up on your Nightly Scilight Thread
>The place where you'd post all your adventures through space and time, or—on your more 'off' days—bleak stories that ended up a lot like your own, only actually interesting, if depressing
>Self-insert friendfiction...
>Starting all of this after watching Rick and Morty made you feel retarded, but, somehow, it made you happy
>No, that was the wrong word...
>It gave you something to do, aside from think about killing yourself
>There were stories about all sorts of girls from high school
>You even made up backstories for some of them
>Sunset Shimmer was the one with a dark past
>Moondancer, she was your spurned childhood friend
>And when you felt like having a male love-interest—when you were feeling guilty about all these shameful stories—you brought in an all-purpose character you'd (uncreatively) named "Anon"
>Maybe you didn't know any of these girls in real life—just saw them around, Sunny (that's what you call her) was your lab partner once
>Here in the multiverse, though, you'd all had such amazing adventures!
>And sure, maybe you were the only member of the forum
>And maybe you replied to yourself
>BUT it was fun!
>The room still had that strong musky smell from when you were updating your Sunset love story...
>She didn't even know your name...
>None of them did
>The story you'd written about your Asperger's was the closest to your actual life, but even then, you didn't have any friends...
>And there were no adventures
>No fun
>No feels
>You didn't have anything but your stories
>Rolling up your sleeves, you unveiled your scar-riddled arms and picked up a razor
>Sometimes you'd get carried away—not the single clean cut like in the story; that was wish fulfillment
>You pressed the blade against your wrist and thought to yourself
>Which tonight?
>Across the road or down the street?