PowerfulStache - Cumpassion (Cadance, Twilight, unfinished)

>Be Anon, going to Canterlot High.
>Middle of May, on a Friday afternoon in English, the final bell of the day.
>While drawing some random shit on scrap paper, I overhear Ms. Tyler mention a writing assignment.

"You're essays on compassion will be due on Monday. I expect them to be at least 3 pages, and to have an interview with a person who knows a lot about compassion stapled on the back."

>Typical Ms. Tyler, giving vague and pointless essays on Friday.
>She continues to blabber on about something else, but at this point I'm not paying the slightest bit of attention.
>The intercom comes on, much earlier than expected for the announcements.

"Anonymous and Twilight Sparkle are to report to the office, thank you."

>I swear, if Pinkie ratted me out for that one time in gym class...
>Grabbing my textbook and backpack, I head out of the classroom, not even being acknowledged by anybody except...

"Ooooh, Anon is in trouble!"

>Fucking autistic Chad.
>Surprised he has managed to survive the entire year without a single person trying to kill him.
>I don't have time for his shit, so I continue out into the hallway, hearing a loud slap and laughs behind me.
>Thank you, random citizen.

>Knowing I have a good 10 minutes before the bell rings, I decide I should drop my book off at my locker along the way.
>Approaching my locker, I can see that somebody else had the same idea as me.
>Twilight is standing at her locker, trying to shove an enormous Algebra book into the minimal storage.
>She notices me walking towards her, and gets back to shoving her textbook violently into her locker.
>I unlock my locker and put my textbook in with relative ease, while Twilight continues to attack hers.

"Having some problems there, Twily?"

"Thanks for noticing, Anon. Do you know why we're being called to the office?"

"I don't know, but I have the strangest feeling that Pinkie is involved."

>Twilight shoves her textbook in her locker one more time, before giving up and tossing it in her back pack.

"You're right. I pulled a favor with Pinkie to get us two out early, so we can start off the weekend on a non-crowded note."

>How had I forgotten?
>Probably because of Ms. Tyler's rambling, but I'd rather not play the blame game.
>We had been planning this weekend for a while now.
>One weekend, the two of us, an old friend of Twilight, pizza, and zombie movies.

"I'm not sure what kind of shit you had to pull, considering some of the things that Pinkie has people help her with, but in any case, let's get out of here and back to your place."

"Agreed."

>Before walking off, she gives the locker a good kick and exits satisfied, while I follow behind.
>Just as we pass through the doors, I hear the bells ring and utter chaos unraveling.
>I silently thank Twilight for saving me from that.

>The walk to her place is filled with chatter between the two us about the weekend ahead of us.

"Anon, you honestly think that Dawn of the Dead beats 28 Days Later? You're going to get some zombie education this weekend."

>Twilight is the closest thing I've had to a sibling for the past 2 years.

"Doing inequalities in math, Twily? Why don't you solve this one? Anything Romero is greater than 28 Days Later."

>If somebody was listening to this conversation, I think we'd seem like the nerdiest pair of friends they'd ever seen.
>But hey, zombie movies and pizza beat high school parties by a landslide.

"False. Romero isn't all he's cracked up to be."

>Rather than getting into the silliest argument of the century, I hold my tongue but can't resist cracking up.
>I can see Twilight's house just past the intersection up ahead, which is surprisingly clear considering school got out about 7 minutes ago.
>We silently clear the gap between us and her house, seeing a car pull into the driveway.

>The car is a two seater, bright pink in color, not having much distinctive details otherwise.
>It's the first time I've ever seen it, in 2 years of being friends with Twilight.
>We walk up to her door, ringing the doorbell.
>Looking back over to the car, I see the driver walking towards the door with us.
>I don't recognize her, but she is a brighter shade of pink than Pinkie Pie in complexion.
>Her multicolored hair blocks half of her face, the rest draping down her back as if she were Rapunzel.
>She adorned a black turtleneck sweater with a tiny tie sticking down from her neck.
>Besides that, her skin radiated in the sun as if she were a streetlight at night.
>Twilight seemed to recognize Ms. Streetlamp over here, running over to her to give her a hug.

"Cadence! I'm so glad you could make it! I was afraid you were going to get caught up in your charity work and wouldn't we able to spend the weekend!"

>I'm guessing this was the friend that she has gone on about forever but I never got the opportunity.
>Don't know why Twilight thinks we need a babysitter, but whatever, I'll roll with it.

"Twilight! It's so nice to see you again, after all these years. Time goes by so fast..."

>Ms. Streetlamp takes a look over Twilight's shoulder at me, looking as if she could barely contain herself.

"...And would this be?"

>Just as I'm about to speak up, Twilight whispers something in her ear, causing Ms. Streetlamp to blush.
>After about 5 seconds, the two break off from the hug and move away from each other.

"The name is Anon. You must be Twilight's old friend that she's told me so much about."

>I don't know the first thing about her, except the fact that Twilight adored her to no end.

"In that case, nice to meet you, Anon. You can call me Cadence. I have a feeling this is going to be a /great/ weekend with the three of us."

>Her voice is warm and full of confidence, but something seems off that I can't put my finger on.

"Let's get inside then, now that you two are somewhat acquainted!"

>Twilight starts to push Cadence inside and I follow behind.
>As soon as all three of us are in, Twilight quickly shuts the door and turns off the lights.
>We set in minor darkness, until the *click* of a projector lights up the room and Cadence.
>Typical Twilight.
>The projector begins to formulate an image on the wall, which is starting to look like a weekend planner.
>As my eyes adjust to the light, I'm able to see what is planned.
>Absolutely nothing.
>Twilight had me there for a second.
>I reach behind me for the lights and switch then back on.
>It takes a moment for my eyes to readjust to brightness.
>Having a quick gaze around the room, Twilight and Cadence are cracking up as if the funniest joke ever was told.

"Twilight, you are a laugh. Now, about those zombie movies, I think we should-"

"Hold that thought, Cadence, but we should probably get some pizza before we even think about movies. Mind if I go pick some up with your car?"

>Cadence looks a little annoyed, but reaches into her pocket and pulls out her keys, handing them to Twilight.

"Don't get yourself killed. We have some movies to watch until we get sick of them."

"I didn't plan on it. I'll be back by 6."

>I look at clock on the wall, seeing that it's around 5:15.
>Don't think it takes 45 minutes to get pizza, but I guess it could.
>Twilight walks out the door, and I can hear the sound of a car pulling out of the driveway.
>And I'm left all alone with some college girl I don't even know.
>Figuring we would be waiting here for a while, I sit down on the couch in the living room.
>Cadence takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch.

>We sit in an awkward silence for about a minute, until that essay I have to do this weekend crosses my mind.
>And the fact that I have to interview someone.

"So, um, would you mind if I ask you a couple questions?"

>Cadence seems a little surprised at my sudden question.
>She pauses for a second, as if recalling an event.

"No, not at all. Ask away."

>What was that essay on again... Compassion, I think.

"Aren't you a charity worker?"

"Yeah, I volunteer a couple miles out at a shelter."

"Cool, cool."

>Fuck, what is that stench?
>Is that me?
>I smell like shit.

"Cadence, I'll ask you some more questions in a bit, but for now I need to go shower."

>She nods, lays down on her side on the couch, and grabs a remote.

"Okay. I'll just see what's on the news for now."

>I walk off towards the staircase, which is just through the kitchen.
>While I'm walking up the stairs, I hear a quiet yelp come from the living room, followed by a soft bump.
>That's a her problem.
>I continue up the short spiral staircase, reaching the top and approaching the large white curtain.
>It always interested me how Twilight's family didn't have a door to the bathroom.

>I walk through the white curtain, which felt dryer than it should have against my skin.
>Aligning with the strange entrance, the bathroom itself was no exception.
>The bathroom was shaped line a cylinder, with a square bathtub smack in the middle with a thick, white curtain surrounding it.
>Off in the corner, there were a good 9 sinks lined up along the wall, each adorned in its own shade of color.
>Downstairs, I could hear "Why Don't You Get a Job?" bellowing through the house.
>Didn't know this girl was a fan of The Offspring.

>Stripping down to absolutely nothing, I climb into the tub, hitting the shower handle conveniently located right on the shower head 8 feet off the ground.
>I take a seat on the edge of the tub, being engulfed in the warm water falling from the shower head above.
>Grabbing some soap right next to me, I clean myself off, leaving a silky smooth texture to my skin.
>Placing the soap down, I stand up with a bottle of shampoo in hand.
>Emptying a good amount of fluids onto my hand, I lather my palms with the shampoo.
>Placing the bottle back on the seat, I begin to move around a bit in the shower as I cover my head with shampoo.

>After pacing back and forth for a few minutes, I feel the sudden urge to go for another round of soap.
>I grip the soap in my hand, but I grip it too hard and it goes flying out of my hands, and out of the curtains, almost comically.


>That's my luck in a nutshell.
>I push open the curtain, seeing the soap tucked under the sink.
>I climb out of the shower, walking over to pick up the soap.

>Crouching down grab the soap, I notice a relatively large puddle of water forming under me.
>I slip in it and knock my head on the sink.
>The next thing I know, I'm sprawled out on the floor with a surprisingly painful headache.

>My vision is blurred and the world is spinning like in on a roller coaster.
>I try to move my arms, but I feel too dizzy to coordinate the slightest movement.
>The most movement I'm able to make is to move my lips.

>I consider calling out to Cadence for assistance.
>So long as she never tells Twilight how much of a fucking idiot I am, I'll be fine.

>I suddenly realize just how bad my situation is.
>Sprawled out on the floor, naked, and in a puddle of water and blood.
>Is there blood in this puddle?
>I hope there isn't any blood.

>The downpour of the shower becomes nothing more than a blur in the back of my mind.
>The headache really starts to kick in, making my head feel like a dumbbell being dragged to the ground.
>I try moving my arms again, just to see if I can move now.
>My attempt is unsuccessful, resulting in nothing more than more struggle.
>The blur of the shower is intruded by a faint voice.

"Anon! What the hell..."

>In my blurred vision, I see Cadence enter the picture and crouch down to my level.
>She pulls up her sleeves to keep her clothes from getting too wet.