Kindling Fire, by Science Mango

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Kindling Fire Science Mango  02/01/14(Sat)00:15 UTC-5 No.16028614Replies: >>16039623
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>>16018714
Welp, here goes nothing.
Before I get into it, Let me just say that I am writing this story in 3nd person.

>Red hot embers smolder on the ground.
>A building stands tall, engulfed in dark pillars of smoke and flames.
>An Intense amount of heat emanates from it’s walls, harshly welcoming anyone who dares to enter.
>”Let’s go! come on!” the Chief shouts before diving into a column of smoke.
>3 others, including anon, follow closely behind.
>the blaze continuously roars, drowning out the stomping of boots.
>This once elegant little apartment is reducing itself to nothing more than ash.
>Heavy clouds of darkness hang around the 4 man battalion.
>Apart from the dim glow of fire, the surrounding area was completely obscured.
>Radio chatter sounded off near anon’s ear
>teams reporting their locations, or calling up EMTs to “fire up the grill,” as one had said.
>Anon silently chuckles at the, somewhat ironic, joke.
>”Anon! Henstein! You’re up!” The Chief yells, motioning to the door before him.
>Henstein, the towering giant, walks up to the door, axe in hand.
>Henstein pulls the axe back and proceeds to burst through the door with little effort, sending pieces of wood flying.
>The two of them get on the floor and slowly enter the colorless room.
>”Fire Department!” Anon cries out, but only gets a reply from the crackling flames.
>Anon and Henstein feel their way through the entire room, leaving no crevice unchecked.
”Room’s clear!” Anon calls out.
>”Got it,” The Chief sounds out, quickly placing a shimmering yellow flag near the door.
>The group scampers out of the room and onto the next.
>The floorboards creak in protest as the unit rushes to it’s next objective.

(1/4 ?)
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 Science Mango  02/01/14(Sat)00:17 UTC-5 No.16028649
>Swiftly, the group checks what seemed like countless number of rooms, with little to no intervention
>”You’d think we would have found someone by now” The chief chimes in
>”But there is not a soul.”
>The gang makes it to the last door of their current hallway.
>The smoke grows thicker by the second.
>Thick effort to start seeping through the filters.
>The taste of burnt wood and metal hits Anon in the mouth, but it does not deter him from his duty.
>With two swings of his axe, anon breaks the door, just enough to swing it open.
>Globs of darkness pour from the room, further hindering any vision.
>With each step that Henstein and Anon take, the heat intensifies.
>A dull glow can be spotted across the room
>’What is that?’ Anon questions himself
>”FIRE DEPARTMENT!” Henstein bellows, the expression rumbling through anon’s chest.
”Got a wall over here,” Anon exclaims.
>The pair transverse the room, eventually reaching that mysterious glow.
>At this point, Anon was close enough to make out it’s shape.
>Anon stared into the square of light, before realizing the object.
”A laptop!” Anon enthusiastically exclaimed.
>”Great! Now we can unlock the door to the boss!” Henstein sneered.
>’but why would anyone leave a laptop behind’ Anon thought.
>Anon tried to make out what was on the screen, but it was covered in layers of haze.
>Regaining focus, Anon turned to continue his search, but was immediately halted by a pair of boots.
>He and Henstein followed the boots up to the wearer's body, staring at the towering figure that loomed of them.
>A deep, yet crackled voice emerged from the shadow.
>”Option 1 or Option 2?”

(2/4)
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 Science Mango  02/01/14(Sat)00:18 UTC-5 No.16028677
>Dumbfounded, Anon lets out a confused “um.”
>”Sir, are you alright?” Henstein asks, reaching for him, but the figure slides away.
”Um, hey Chief! I think we got one!” Anon calls out, springing back from the confusion.
>The figure’s back was tall enough to reach the roof, forcing it to hunch over.
>It’s choice of attire? A trench coat.
>One that was as devoid of any color whatsoever, as if looking into a void of sorrow and depression.
>”What’s his status?” The Chief questioned.
>Anon turned to Henstein, and Henstein to the figure.
>”Sir, I’ll ask again; are you o-”
>”Option 1 or Option 2? Do hurry, we don’t have much time.”
“He needs a lot of help.”
>“On it.” The Chief pulls his radio to his face “we got a survivor over here and……”
>The figure wore a fedora as dark as it’s coat, with a single stripe of silver going around.
>”I already made a transaction today, and I am more willing to make anotheeer; choose.”
>The crackling of fire increasingly grew in noise, as if it was in desperate need of attention.
>Henstein’s face twisted in frustration, as he tried to size up the fedora wearer.
>”Listen here, we’ll play whatever sick game you’re playing, but we got to get out here first!”
>Trench opened his mouth, but the sound was not his.
>It was a horn; a horn that might as well be played by satan himself.
>The horn blared 3 times before the team’s radios came to life.
>”ATTENTION ALL UNITS; EVACUATE THE BUILD IMMEDIATELY. STRUCTURAL DAMAGE DETECTED.”

(3/4)
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 Science Mango  02/01/14(Sat)00:20 UTC-5 No.16028714Replies: >>16028773 >>16039623
>The radio, and the room, fell silent
>”ANON, HENSTEIN, GET THAT FUCKER AND LETS JET!” The Chief anxiously yelled.
>The ceiling starts to crumble and crack.
>Anon and Henstein lunge at Trench coat, but it manages to escape their grasps.
>”Option 1 or 2?”
>”Y-YE- YES, YEA.” Anon stampers.
>The cracking becomes audible.
>”OPTION 2!” Both simultaneously scream.
>Trench gives a sinister smile, one that is capable of piercing through the thickest of smoke.
>Pieces of rubble start to fall from the deteriorating ceiling.
>Trench opens up his coat, revealing a seemingly never ending void with in.
>It shuffles it’s arm around in the coat, pulling out a large duffle bag from thin air.
>”Here we are” Trench chuckled, throwing the weighted bag at anon.
>The force of the bag causes Anon to stumble backwards.
>The roof started to rain down on the 3 of them.
>”Don’t let anyone, other than the 2 of you, see what’s inside.” It hissed.
> With it’s final words, the ceiling caved in, flooding the room with dust, support beams and rubble.
>It all came raining down on trench, easily crushing him like a bug.
>”ANON! HENSTEIN!” The Chief shouted out.
>Anon could not help but stare at where trench once stood, clutching the bag with all his might.
>“We’re fine!” Henstein assured.
>”Come on buddy,” Pulling Anon to his feet, “let’s get the fuck out of here.”
>The two of them tackled through the smoke, regrouping with the 2 others.
>Anon’s limbs felt limp.
>His vision was blurred (not like he could see clearly anyways).
>A ringing paraded around in his ear.
>He could hear Chief talking, but the sound was incomprehensible and muffled.
>Before Anon knew it, he felt the blinding light of the sun, pummel his eyes.
>The ringing slowly subsided, as he felt the contents of the bag stir.

(4/4)
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 Science Mango  02/01/14(Sat)00:22 UTC-5 No.16028773Replies: >>16028874 >>16029013
>>16028714

Pretty much it.
Critique if ya want, and if you guys like it I can continue.

I don't know how you bastards do it; those 4 little parts took me nearly all day to do.
forgot to quote them to each other; will do that next time

Kindling Fire Science Mango  02/02/14(Sun)18:18 UTC-5 No.16067155 Replies: >>16067179
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>>16028614
>>16028649
>>16028677
>>16028714
>>16028773

Continuing my writefaggotry

>Blue sky.
>The clouds danced in the air, swaying around, forming a variety of shapes.
>It was always there, the sky, but there was something off about it.
>Something had changed, and it wasn’t the smoke that occupied half of the view.
>A quiet whisper emerged from the back of Anon’s mind:
>’there's something in the bag.’
>He nervously looks around, trying to regain all his bearings.
>EMTs and Paramedics rushed around in a blurred haze, tending to the wounds of the survivors.
>Flocks of people surrounded the blazing building, pointing, shouting, recording.
>Cries of sadness filled the air, as residents watched their home crumble.
>Anon frantically turned, in hopes of spotting what had changed
>”You alright there Anon?” Bellowed a voice.
>Anon spun around faster than a top, and came face to face with the muscular body that was henstein.
>”You seem a little out of it.”
>'there's something in the bag.'
”Yea, I am fine,” sighed Anon.
”I just can't stop thinking about that guy..... Have they found his body yet?”
>”Well, the fire hasn't really gone down much; might be a while till they do the second sweep.”
>Anon and Henstein stared at the imaginary void that lay upon the ground.
>”But hey, at least there is one less creep in the world, right?” he chuckled
>'there's something in the bag.'
>Henstein's attempt at humor went straight over Anon, causing Henstein to scrunch his face up a bit.
>”Hey Anon, you're grabbing that bag pretty tight...”
>'there's something in the bag'
>”what's in it anyways?”
>'there's something in the bag'
>Anon looked up at the smoldering building, watching the smoke become less dense.
>Anon was mesmerized by the steadily rising smoke, nearly disregarding Henstein's presence.
>In his dazed stupor, Anon simply replied with closest words around.
”There's something... In the bag.”

(1/4)
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 Science Mango  02/02/14(Sun)18:19 UTC-5 No.16067179 Replies: >>16067230
>>16067155

>Anon's eyes widen after catching the statement.
>His face jumped to Henstein's, who's confusion was now visible.
> Anon's voice became much sharper and quicker.
”There's somethin in the bag!”
>”Yea, kinda what was asking; I take it that you haven't looked?”
”No.” Anon swiftly replyed.
”I should do that.” Placing the bag on the ground.
>But as rapid as he placed the bag, he brought it back up, cradling it slightly.
”No, can't.” He eyed the crowds of people.
”Not here at least.”
>”What? What are you talking about?” Henstein questioned, trying to spot the same imaginary danger.
”That thin- that man, said not to let anyone one but us see what's inside.”
>Henstein was now flustered. ”Are you serious Anon?”
>”That guy was fucked up the head!”
”We need to find some place safe.” Anon's grip tightened.
>”You're really going to listen to the guy?!”
>Silence fell between the two, but the world around them kept shouting.
>”Give me the bag Anon” Henstein calmly pleaded, extending his arms toward the bag.
”What? NO!” Anon snapped, trying to dodge Henstein's grasps.
>But it was in vain, for Henstein already got a hold of the bag, and was pulling.
>”Give me, the bag!”
>The pair go back and forth, fighting over the bag as if it were made of gold.
>At this rate, Anon knew this was a fight he would lose, especially against Henstein.
>So he did what any other anon would do.
”Let. Go. Of. The. Bag!” Exhaling sharply at the end, Anon swung his leg forward, planting it straight on Henstein's nether regions.
>Henstein, letting out an audible ”hhhrrrmpp,” flinched ever so slightly, but it was enough for Anon to make his escape.
>”Where are you going Anon!” Henstein shouted, panting between words.
>Anon made no effort in looking back, running as if he just committed murder.
>”That was a cheap shot, you know that, Anon?” Henstein’s fading voice chimed in.

(2/4)
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 Science Mango  02/02/14(Sun)18:21 UTC-5 No.16067230 Replies: >>16067256
>>16067179

>Somewhere between all the chaos, Anon managed to hail a taxi.
>Anon’s head was clouded, and buzzing, desperately trying to piece everything together.
>”Where to, my friend?” A russian man drawled.
>Anon spoke as best he could, but the words came out in slurs.
>To Anon’s surprise, the scenery started to move.
> The driver shifted in his seat, trying to shake off Anon's strange vibe.
>”So did ya hear about that riot in that prison? Many dead, and one missing. It so crazy, because I actually meet the guy. He-...”
>The driver droned on
>Anon’s head was too busy trying to figure out what was in the dull, green bag next to him.
>The urge to open it and revievel it’s forbidden contents was great.
>However, his restraint was greater.
>Before long, the cab pulled up at the front of Anon’s apartment.
>He grabbed his item and made his way out.

(3/5)
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 Science Mango  02/02/14(Sun)18:22 UTC-5 No.16067256 Replies: >>16067300
>>16067230

>The apartment was naturally quiet, borderline somber.
>Anon sighed in relief, knowing that he would not be questioned about the bag, or get strange looks.
“Almost there.” He spoke, comforting the bag.
>Anon raced up the stairs, making his way to his door, second floor.
>Anon picks up a brisk pace, bag on shoulder, keys jingling in hand.
>Suddenly, the door parallel to his starts to creep open.
‘shit shit shit shit shit’
>A young, luminous woman steps into the hallway, back towards Anon as she closes the door.
>Her raven, silk-like hair glowed in the dim-lit corridor.
>She turns, unknowingly facing Anon.
>Her face lights up with a smile when she sees Anon.
>”Hey, Anon!” She squeaked. “You sure are home early; you alright?”
>Her voice chimed with concern on the last part.
>There wasn’t any defining curves on this petite lady, but something about her made Anon inflamed with desire.
>’God she is so hot.’
>’there’s something in the bag.’
>”You seem a bit, spacey” She chirped, motion her hands around her head, on the word “spacey.”
>Anon flashes a smile.
“Yea...yea, I’m fine. I just had a long, weird day.”
>The bag’s contents move slightly at the end.
>Anon positions himself to where he is obstructing the bag’s view from her.
“But, I would do it hundred times if it meant I could talk to you.” His smile widens.
>’Dayum Anon, you smooth ass motherfucker.’
>The women’s eyes glimmer with light, as her face softens a bit.
>For a moment the 2 stare into each other’s eye, silently pondering what is to come from this moment.
>But the moment is broken by the ringing of a phone.
“Um...I think that’s your phone…” Anon motions to her pocket.

(4/5)

Science Mango  02/02/14(Sun)18:24 UTC-5 No.16067300 Replies: >>16067335
>>16067256

>The vibrant lady is awoken from her gaze, quickly snatching the phone from her pocket.
>”Oh, um…. Hello? No, no, no, I am on my way right now. Yup in the car as we speak.” She starts to walk away.
>The women pulls away from her phone, covering it carefully.
>”Sorry Anon, I really have to go; We’ll catch up later, okay?” She beamed.
“Alright, catch ya later Stef.”

FUCK THESE CHARACTER LIMITS

(4.5/5)

Science Mango  02/02/14(Sun)18:26 UTC-5 No.16067335 Replies: >>16067401
>>16067300

>Anon stood watching the luscious lady sway her hips back and forth, down the hallway.
>He perked up, and quickly made his way inside the room.
>Only the ambient light from the setting sun illuminated his living room.
>Usually, Anon would stay near the doorway, taking in the sight; but this time was different.
>The bedroom door swung open, as he rushed inside, his large bed silently greeting him.
>But instead of his usual self, he threw the bag onto the mattress.
>Anon paced around on the side of the bed before propping up a chair to sit in.
>He silently gazed at the bag.
‘Just open it’
>The wind whistled softly outside.
‘That’s the worst thing that could be in there?’
>After what seemed like hours of contemplation, Anon rose up and approached the bag.
>’I can just throw it out.’
>He latched on to the zipper.
>’or take it somewhere, somewhere far away’
>The slider made it’s way down, unlatching each tooth.
>’but...’
>The bag was half way open.
>’I can’t help but feel….’
>The binding was undone.
>’Attached to it.’
>The silence was threaded through the air, and anon took one last look outside.
>The Sky was painted red, as well with an assortment of other colors...even blue.
>Anon, with slight hesitation, lifted the flap upward, revealing the contents that lay inside.
>A white body occupied the space.
>Apart from the occasional raising and falling of the chest, the creature looked motionless.
>It had voluminous, violet hair protruding from it’s head, and what seemed to be a rump.
>And it wore 3 shimmery, blue diamonds on said rump.
>Anon silently analyzed the pony, trying to make sense of it all.
>Right before releasing the understatement of his year:
“What the fuck?”

AND, that's it for today.
Thoughts anyone?

Kindling Fire Science Mango 02/04/14(Tue)00:35 UTC-5 No.16096323
Replies: >>16096389

IN COMING SUM POSTS (no pic. this time, because it's late).
PasteBin just in case anyone missed a part or something: http://pastebin.com/kRAZW2Nj

>Anon analyzed the small mare, perplexed by its very existence.
>Its shimmery coat broke up in several matted areas.
>These spots were usually accompanied by a bruise or two.
“What is this thi- Is this a pony?”
>Anon shifted to get a better view of the mare, glancing at its horn.
“WAIT, It’s a unicorn?!” combing his hands through his hair.
“No.” Anon protesting, studying the protrusion carefully.
“The top looks…..weird” He exclaimed, eyeing the jagged top.
>Anon paced around the bed, never taking his eyes off the unicorn.
“Is this real?”
>Anon carefully reached out to touch the pony's mane, not knowing if it would lash back.
“So...soft,” He cooed.
>The pony fidgeted in place, causing Anon to spring back.
>But Anon miscalculated the jump, tripping over the chair behind him.
>His back slammed against the floor, eliciting a massive “THUD.”
>The mare’s eyes fling open, adjusting themselves to the low-lit conditions.
>With great caution, the unicorn rose up, simultaneously studying her surroundings.
>Anon was rolling on the floor, holding his back as if were to fall off.
>He jerks his head up, locking eyes with the white horse.
>The 2 stay silent, afraid of breaking it’s fragile nature.
>The unicorn’s lips are visibly trembling.
“.....hi?”
>Without warning, a high pitch scream erupts from the pony’s mouth.

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Science Mango 02/04/14(Tue)00:38 UTC-5 No.16096389
Replies: >>16096450

>>16096323

>Anon springs up, trying to orient himself
>”Who are you?! WHAT are you?! Where am I?!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!”
>The pony tries to squirm out of the bag, falling over in the process.
“It’s okay,” Anon raises his hands in surrender. “I am not going to hurt you.”
>Anon motions slightly closer to the mare.
>”Don’t you dare take another step!” a frizzled blue aura engulfs a nearby pillow, erratically bringing it into the air.
>”I’m warning you!”
>Anon’s mouth is agape, words trapped on his tongue.
>A small spark emits from the unicorn’s horn, causing her gaze to drift upward.
>She lets out a sharp gasp, slowly raising her hooves to her mouth.
>”Mm...my….my horn.” the mare sniffles.
>’Son of a bitch.’
>”IT’S RUINED!” She allows herself to collapse, curling up as tight as she can.
>Broken sobs echo throughout the apartment.
>Though the confusion was at it’s all time high, Anon could not help but feel sorry for the damaged mare.
“Hey, i-it’s ok; you’re safe.”
>Anon peered into the unicorn’s watery, blue eyes; a glimmer of sun, occupied the edge.
>’Jesus, they’re beautiful...wait, where the fuck did that come from?’
>”How can you be so sure!? After all, I was safe in poonnyviiilllllle.” the sob was louder this time.
>The floating pillow instantly picked up speed, propelling through the air, its target in sight: Anon’s face.
>When the pillow made contact, Anon’s entire body was sent backward.
>The world was spinning; each part of Anon’s mind was screaming.
>’Today was fucked up.’
>Anon slammed into the floor, unconscious.

(2/3)

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Science Mango 02/04/14(Tue)00:41 UTC-5 No.16096450
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>>16096389

>The thud thundered across the ground
>The white coated mare broke away from her sobs, cautiously watching a motionless Anon.
>Several moments fly by.
>”He-hello?” She sniffles.
>The pony finds the strength to pull herself up, and plods over to Anon.
>”Excuse me?” She pokes at Anon’s still form.
>The unicorn lowers herself down to the ground, coming face to face with the man
>”Is anybody in there!?” She shouts, but silence is the only response.
>”Oh dear Celestia, what have I done?!”
>The mare nervously looks around, ready to silence any witnesses.
>but none are around, allowing her to dart into the living room.
>”There has to be an-” She spots the front door, “Exit!”
>The horse eagerly rushes up to the door, examining it’s every feature.
>’It’s so similar’ She turns the deadbolt.
>A transparent, blue glow falls over the doorknob, jiggling it ever so slightly.
>”Come on magic, work!” *CLICK* “Yes!”
>The door creaks open, revealing a sliver of the hallway.
>The small mare turns over to look back at Anon.
>His position has not changed in the slightest.
>A flood of guilt looms above the pony.
>”I can’t just leave him there….” Tears start to gather around her eyes.
>She peers out the door, seeing that the world beyond is less welcoming and darker.
>The violet maned mare turns to Anon, Slamming the door behind her.
>’what are you doing Rarity?’
>She trots over to the unmoving man.
>’You need to leave, NOW!’
>The mare gently slides the pillow underneath Anon.
>’but...’
>She eye’s Anon’s strange, bulky, human form.
>’He’s the only lead I have.’
>Rarity makes her way over to her original, fallen location.
>She huddles up, and cries herself to sleep, praying that it was all just a terrible nightmare.

(3/3)
Brutal honestly is welcomed.

______________Rewrite____________
Science Mango 02/06/14(Thu)03:10 UTC-5 No.16135474
Replies: >>16135500

>>16096450

So I rewrote this part, mainly because I didn't like the way Rarity acted at the end; not the best Rarity writer, but It I didn't feel like her.... So reposting with slightly new ending.

>The thud thundered across the ground
>The white coated mare broke away from her sobs, cautiously watching a motionless Anon.
>Several moments fly by.
>”He-hello?” She sniffles.
>The pony finds the strength to pull herself up, and plods over to Anon.
>”Excuse me?” She pokes at Anon’s still form.
>The unicorn lowers herself down to the ground, coming face to face with the man
>”Is anybody in there!?” She shouts, but silence is the only response.
>”Oh dear Celestia, what have I done?!”
>The mare nervously looks around, ready to silence any witnesses.
>but none are around, allowing her to dart into the living room.
>”There has to be an-” She spots the front door, “Exit!”
>The horse eagerly rushes up to the door, examining it’s every feature.
>’It’s so similar’ She turns the deadbolt.
>A transparent, blue glow falls over the doorknob, jiggling it ever so slightly.
>”Come on magic, work!” *CLICK* “Yes!”
>The door creaks open, revealing a sliver of the hallway.
>She peers out the door, seeing that the world beyond is less welcoming and darker.
>”Well Rarity, back to Equestria,” the mare unsteadily exhaled.
>The ‘clip’ of her hoof echoed down the hallway.
>The hall passed the point of view, curving with the Earth.
>The dim lighting illuminated rogue dust clouds, circling around the tiny horse.
>Towering walls of an offbeat, earth-brown enclosed the area.
>A moan (came from) a familiar direction.
>It was Anon; he was stirring in his dormant state.
>For Rarity, it was enough reason to jump back into the room, closing off the strange outside world.

(1/7 ?)

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Science Mango 02/06/14(Thu)03:13 UTC-5 No.16135500
Replies: >>16135549 >>16138280 >>16138844

>>16135474

>The man's lungs give way to the toxic smoke, polluting his body ever so slowly.
>”FIRE DEPARTMENT” Anon yells out.
>the man wheezes, struggling to respond.
>But it was too late.
>The clouds of darkness had already taken their toll.
>Anon spots the man, sprinting over to his downed body.
”Don't worry sir; I've got you” Anon claims, lifting the limp man to his feet.
>Henstein rushes up, grabbing the man’s legs
>The fire chuckles at their worthless feat, but the two push on.
>Though the view was covered in smoke, Anon could see vibrantly every step he took.
>The fire fighters swiftly calculated their steps, escaping the blazing structure in no time.
>Gasps and sharp sobs flowed into the air, as the man exited the building.
> a couple of paramedics rose up and took the man out of the fighters' grasps.
>Before diving back in the hostile building, Anon turned back to the paramedics.
>They'd stopped.
>The man still lay motionless on the ground.
>Anon abruptly turned back to the building.
”I can't stop, not now”
>But his movement was interrupted by the tall, void-like figure from before.
>”Rise and shine, Anon,” it bellowed. “Rise and shine.”
>”None can know of her existence, ‘less you want to void our contract.”
>A mind-throbbing darkness engulfed Anon, blocking all sight.
>”but trust me, that won't end well..... for you at least.” It gave a gut retching laugh.
>The voice faded, leaving Anon in insanity inducing silence.

(2/7 ?)

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Kindling Fire Science Mango 02/06/14(Thu)03:18 UTC-5 No.16135549
Replies: >>16135561

>>16135500
>Didn't title the first post.
>Dubs get.

>Anon jolted upward, forcefully gasping for air.
>He sat on the floor, surveying the immediate area.
>Sweat skurried down his chin, dripping onto his chest.
>His vision blurred as a drum like pounding over-took the entirety of his face.
>The mare stood in front of him, noticeable concerned, but she just appeared as a white blur to Anon.
>”Thank heavens, you’re awake!”
>Anon brought his hands to his face, attempting to soothe the pain.
>”I didn’t know what to do, or if I should of called for help; and then you started tossing and turning an-
>Anon out stretched his hand, gesturing for silence.
>A side from the eye gouging pain, Anon’s mind was surprisingly less cluttered.
>He fidgeted around, trying to get one foot on the ground.
>”Here, let me help you” The pony instantly drew closer.
“Don’t worry, I got it” Anon assured, lifting himself upward.
>He towered over the small mare, looking straight down at her.
>Rarity’s heart skipped a beat, preparing to dash out incase Anon attempted anything.
“Huh, so this is what Henstein must feel like.” Anon quietly muttered.
>”I beg your pardon?”
“Oh, nothing. It’s...nothing……….. Um, I’m Anon.”
>He shot his hand out attempting to greet his guest.
>But the motion caused Rarity to flinch slightly.
>”...well, I’m Rarity; very nice to meet you Anon.” She exclaimed, gently placing her hoof in Anon’s hand.
>’God damn, her hoof is angel soft’
>The white mare loudly cleared the passage of her throat.
>”Formal greetings aside, if you could be so kind as to point me in the direction of Ponyville, I would forever be in your debt.”
“...errr….”

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Science Mango 02/06/14(Thu)03:19 UTC-5 No.16135561
Replies: >>16135571

>>16135549

>”My Sister and Friends must be worried sick over my sudden disappearance, and it is in utmost importance that I get there as soon as possible!”
Anon hesitated “I’ve never even heard of ‘ponyville.’”
>Rarity stared blankly into Anon’s eyes before regaining her composure.
>”Oh, well that’s not a problem; surely you know of Canterlot?”
>Anon looked around the corners of his eyes before initiating a slow shake of the head.
>”E-Equestria, you’ve heard of Equestria of course?” Traces of concern tag along her voice.
“No…” Anon admitted.

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Science Mango 02/06/14(Thu)03:20 UTC-5 No.16135571
Replies: >>16135584

>>16135561

>”No? NO? What do you mean 'no' ?!” Shock preceded her voice.
> Anon lifted up from the bed, staggering towards the doorway.
>”Wh-Where are you going?”
>She tailed Anon like a lost puppy.
”Getting ice for my face.”
>Anon digged through his freezer, extracting the frozen liquid into a baggy.
“Look…”
>He sealed the bag, placing firmly on his face.
“I don’t really know who you are, what you are, or where you even came from-”
>”Likewise” Rarity rebuttled.
>Anon casted a firm glare before continuing.
“But, I’ll tell you everything I know.”
>The White horse attentively eyed Anon, capturing every word from his mouth.
“I was on duty -volunteer firefighter by the way- and….”
>Anon looked at the ground, trying to recall those seemingly ancient memories.
“There was this man, an impossibly tall man, darker than death.”
>Bells rang across Rarity’s mind.
>Anon glanced up at mare.
>A puzzled frown plastered upon her face.
“He had you in that bag, and….he gave it to me; why me, I don’t really know.”
>Rarity shut her eye, composing all the information that had been given.
>”I-I saw it as well, the man; it was just a glimpse, and it happened so fast, I could hardly process it.”
>” ‘Darker than death...’ “ She mimicked.
>”I’ve heard of slimming blacks, but his figure was ridiculous!” the mare lightly chuckled.
>It was possibly the lamest joke Anon had heard, but he couldn’t stop the smile that overtook his face.
>Silence caressed them, as they studied each other’s form(s).
>A damp grumble pierced through the air.
>Rarity’s cheek flowered a deep red, while Anon let out a hearty giggle.
“I take it that you’re hungry.” Anon beamed
>The mare slumped her head down slightly, retaining a light smirk.
>”*ahem* food would be appreciated, thank you.”

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Science Mango 02/06/14(Thu)03:21 UTC-5 No.16135584
Replies: >>16135591

>>16135571

>Anon flung the fridge door open, the cool air eagerly rushing to the floor.
’that went a whole lot better than expected’ he thought, scouring through the packets of vegetables.
>
>Rarity stood in the living rooming, head and body turning as she caught sight of every detail.
>It was a quaint, little room; big enough for many, but small enough for one.
>A couple of couches and one wide coffee table, occupied the room’s center.
“Hey, you only eat fruits and veggies, right?” Anon shouted.
>”There’s no greater food, my dear” -’did you just call him dear?’-
>Anon scoffs to the claim, and Rarity responds with a silent eyeroll.
>The largest couch stood out the most
>Its threading was much more intricate than the others.
>Patterns flowed from one corner to the other.
>The seams appeared as natural as they were outspoken.
>The couch stood in a vibrant glow, persuading the viewer to rest upon it.
“Here ya go.” Anon placed a plate of salad before her.
>Rarity looked up, locking her dazzling eyes with his.
>”Thank you, Anon.” sincerity traveling through her words.
“It’s nothing; we’ve both had a long day.” he slumped down into the chair beside him.
“Besides, it’s the least I can do for you.” he assured, flashing a smile.
‘Why are you helping this thing?’
>”I don’t think I can thank you enough.”
>The mare turned to her plate, eyeing the green leaves in-front of her.
‘It could have killed you!’

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Science Mango 02/06/14(Thu)03:23 UTC-5 No.16135591
Replies: >>16135602

>>16135584

>”You’re an omnivore, aren’t you Anon?” Her gaze was unmoving.
“Huh?”
>”The way you scoffed at my expression, it sounded as if you preferred another choice: meat. Yet, you’re eating the same meal as I.”
>She turned to Anon, waiting for a reply.
“Or, I’m fattening you up for my next meal.” He winked.
>Rarity blushed slightly before quickly turned back to the salad.
‘God damn it Anon, you misunderstood, sexual deviant...wait, am I the devian-’
>”You know,” The mare’s mouth straightened “My friends and I used to pick random restaurants each week, and just dine at them. I, for the most part, enjoyed the elegant ones, but it didn’t really matter; as long as I was was with them, everything was perfect.”
>Tears formed at the rims of her eyes, transversing the side of her face.
“Rarity…”
>The mare jumped a tad bit at the sound of her name, directing all present attention to Anon.
“Don’t worry; we’re going to find out how to get you back home, I promise.”
‘Don’t make empty promises Anon.’
>Rarity nodded her head, wiping tears away from her forehooves.
>The soft skinned mare faced her plate once more, this time (sans the use of magic) digging into the salad, and chunking the leafy greens into her mouth.
>”Not bad, for a savage meat eater. Not bad at all” She winked.
>The remainder of the meal was spent in wordless smiles, and gestures.

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Science Mango 02/06/14(Thu)03:24 UTC-5 No.16135602
Replies: >>16135632

>>16135591

>Rarity elicited a yawn as Anon picked up their empty plates.
>She gently slumped over the side of the couch.
“Whoa, whoa whoa, you’re not sleeping there.”
>”I’m not not?” She squeaked.
“Of course not! I can’t do that to a guest; you’re sleeping in my bed.”
‘Jeez, might as well adopt her.’
The small mare fell back to the couch.
>”I can’t do that to you, Anon. You should sleep as you *yawn* normally do.”
“I don’t mind it.”
>Rarity studied the bulky man.
>”You’re as good as they come, anon; luckily, so am I.” She stood up, stretching her hind legs over the couch.
>The mare trotted her way through the bedroom before disappearing.
>It was finally time to get some restful sleep.
>But sleep did not come to them quickly.
>It was anxiety that washed over Anon, as he pondered of the consequences in voiding his “contract.”
>And it was with doubt that said “contract” even existed.
>Melancholy took hold of Rarity, as she tossed and turned into the late hours of the night.
>was it truly possible, that she was stuck here?
>She shakes it off as an impossibility, but the thought won’t stop gnawing at her.
>Regardless, the two eventually find their centers, and drift away.
>For a short while, there are no worries.

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