Schwartzanigger - Point Blank (unfinished)

“Shit..shit! Oh shit...”
>You scramble out of your car, parking crookedly in the hospital lot, and sprint inside.
>You were working your boring, low pay nine to five as usual when you got a disturbing phone call.
>You push through various hospital workers, to the front desk.
>The receptionist gives you a queer look.
“Miss....please...”
>”Sir, please catch your breath, and tell me what you need.”
>Your childhood friend Magnum, had an attack while working.
“I need to see a patient named Magnum! He called for me and--!”
>She puts her hand up.
>”Please calm down sir. I understand!”
>She immediately gets to work locating his room.
>While working his construction job, he had a heart attack. Fifteen stories up in the fucking air.
>Bastard has Cardiovascular disease, and was instructed to retire.
>”Down that hall to room forty-four!”
>She points down the south hall.
>You thank her, and quickly head down the designated hall.
>You hope you're not being called here to do what you think you're here to do.
>You weave past more visitors, and workers to room forty-four.
>You grasp the handle, and rush in.
>Magnum lays in bed hooked to life support, with his daughters looming around him.
>Sweetie Belle, his youngest, and Rarity.
>You don't see Cookie anywhere.
>That drug-pounding bitch.
>You make it to his side.
>Rarity is uncharacteristically quiet.
>Poor Sweetie hasn't stopped crying since you came in.
>You make it to Magnum's side, and take his hand in yours.
“Mags. I'm here man.”
>He weakly cracks his eyes.
>”You're la-late..”
>You squeeze.
“Yeah. You know a good for nothing slacker like me...never on time.”
>He laughs quietly.
>”Yeah.
>Sweetie Belle hides her face, sobbing.
>Rarity stands opposite you, holding his other hand.
>Her eyes are sadly closed.

>”I...I'm not gonna make it...I need you to do so-something for m-me..”
>”No! No daddy! You're gonna be okay!”
>Sweetie Belle grips the bar next to his bed as if it'll be her saving grace.
>He stares up at the ceiling.
>Rarity bites her lip, and shuts her eyes tightly.
>”Wa-watch my girls..Co-co-cookie can't do it...”
>You feel tears well up in your eyes.
“I'll do it man...I promise. Leave it to me!”
>He cracks a smile, before closing his eyes.
>His life support signals his departure from this world.
>Rarity quietly sobs.
>Girl's trying to be strong.
>Poor Sweetie Belle has just started full out bawling.
>That was a year ago.
>You are Anonymous,
>Adoptive father of Magnum's daughters Rarity, and Sweetie Belle.
“Girls! Come down, and hit the table! Soup's on!”
>You finish setting down two bowls of cereal, and a plate with a pile of toast.
>Sweetie Belle comes bounding down with a beaming smile into the kitchen, with a book bag dangling off her shoulder.
>”Good morning Anon!”
“Morning squirt. Ready for today?”
>Sweetie grins, and twirls in her red outfit.
>”Like it? I'm gonna turn heads today!”
>You chuckle.
>After  Mags died, you fulfilled his last wish, and took in both the girls. Things were a bit rocky at first.
>Well...are still rocky.
>But, it made you grow up.
>You feel like a real father to these girls, and you'd do anything to protect them.
“Just because you start high school today, doesn't mean you're ready for boys yet midget.”
>You laugh, as you pour a glass of juice for yourself.
>Sweetie sits down with a pout.
>”I'm not a little kid anymore! I'm practically grown!”
>You roll your eyes, and lean against the counter.
“Yeah, yeah. Tell me that when you start paying rent.”
>She sticks her tongue out at you, and starts eating.
>They grow up so fast, right mags?
>You know he's smiling down on all of you.
>You can hear the clacking of boots coming down the stairs, and into the hallway.
>Rarity comes from around the corner with a nonchalant gaze.
“Hey Rares. You hungry?”
>You sip your juice.
>Sweetie turns in her seat to watch her older sister's reaction.
>Rarity stops in the middle of the doorway, and looks at you with a look of disgust.
>”I'll eat at school.”
>Sweetie pouts.
>”But, Anon went through all this trouble to--!”
>”Sweetie! Quiet.”
>You put your glass down, and rub the back of your neck.
>Rarity glares at you silently, and leaves the house.
>Yeah..Like you said earlier, things are still kind of rocky.
>Rarity hasn't accepted you yet.
>If she ever will.
>It's quiet in the kitchen between you, and Sweetie.
>”She'll come around Anon..I know she will. She's just a little hung up about dad..”
>Sweetie closes her eyes, and sighs.
>You move over to the little pink-swirled hair girl, and give her a hug from behind.
“It's fine squirt. Even if she hates me, I'll still take care of you two like I always have.”
>Her hand touches your forearm.
>”I know Anon..You've been really good to us. I know you won't leave me...right?”
>And then there's Sweetie Belle-
“Of course. I'll be here forever, and ever.”
>She rubs her cheek against your bicep.
>”I'm glad.”
>You let her go, and allow her to finish her cereal, and toast, while you clean up Rarity's portion she left untouched.
>You wonder what you have to do to get through to that girl.
>Right after work at least.
>Sweetie polishes off her cereal, and wipes her mustache off with her sleeve.
>They look alike, but they have so many differences. It's charming.
>”Thanks for breakfast!”
>She scoots out of her seat, and skips to the door.
>You smile behind your glass of juice.
>You hold up Sweetie's book bag with one hand, and wait.
>You hear the door open again.
“Forget something?”
>Sweetie creeps around the corner, with rosy cheeks.
>You toss the light bag to her, which she clumsily catches.
>”Thanks Anon~”
>She leaves again softly closing the door behind her.
>As you were saying-
>Sweetie Belle attached herself to you at the hip. Her father dying, her mother abandoning them, and Rarity growing cold, and distant affected her deeply.
>You became her anchor.
>Her everything, and all she has left.
“It's not healthy, but  for now it's fine right mags?”
>You say to no one in particular.
>You sigh, and finish off your juice.
>Time to go, and make your peanuts for the day.
>You quickly shower, and get dressed.
>You look at yourself in the mirror.
>You look a little ragged.
>You weren't really prepared to take care of children.
>Though is anyone?
>You look at your watch.
>Time to go.
>Now here's the ironic part.
>You don't carry around a suitcase for your job. That's how stereotypical people do it, but you...
>You're a hip young(ish)-
>BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEP.
>Jesus christ.
>You exit your house.
>Sweetie Belle honks the horn of your car repeatedly.
>You're a teacher at Canterlot high, and have been for about three years now.
>Ironic right?
>”Huuuuuurry!”
>You chuckle.
“I'm moving as fast as I can woman!”
>With that exchange the two of you set off to school.
>You to teach.
>Her to learn.
>Sweetie Belle couldn't stop talking the whole way.
>Anon! I want to be in your class!
>Anon is Canterlot high nice?
>Anon! You think you could get me all “A's”?
>You pull into the lot, and the both of you slide out of the vehicle.
>Sweetie runs around the car, and hugs your waist again.
>You pat her head.
“Stay out of trouble, and have fun midge.”
>She tightens her hug.
>”Will you listen to my day when I get home?”
“With four different ears.”
>She makes a playful grimace.
>”You have two extra sets of ears?”
>You wink at her.
“I do. But, don't tell anyone. It's kind of a secret.”
>She giggles, and waves you bye, as she heads to the front of the school where two other girls stand waiting.
>You smile, and head in through the faculty entrance.
>”Oh Anonymous! Good morning.”
>You're halted in your tracks, hand on the door by your boss.
“Morning Principal! How're you?”
>You turn your body partways to allow her passage.
>The tall, flowing hair beauty walks past you, her clacking heels moving in an unknown soft rhythm,
>When did you get so poetic?
>She smiles at you warmly.
>”Such a gentleman.”
>You pretend to be offended.
“You're just finding that out now?  After working together for three years? How neglectful on your part boss lady.”
>She winks at you.
>”I must watch you more carefully then.”
>You fight the creeping blush, as she sashays past.
>Your relationship with the Principal is a complicated one.
>The two of you flirt with each other when no students or other staff members are around, but when there are it's all business.
>You would make a move on her, but some quoted words from Mags comes to mind.
>”Don't eat where ya poop eh?”
>You never got that.
>You've eaten sandwiches while on the can before.
>Nah, you know what he meant.
>It sucks though. You're sure she's into you, but you can't act on it.
>She's your boss after all.
>You follow her in, into the staff breakroom, where fresh coffee brews.
>This is your favorite place.
>The smell of coffee, and butter is intoxicating.
>”Morning Mr. Anonymous.”
“Mr. Doodle.”
>The obviously bald-guy-wearing-a-cheesy-toupee teacher sits by himself at a lone table nursing a cup of the java himself.
>He gives you the look of a disgruntled bus riding old fogey, who just saw a black man step on.
>You don't like this faggot.
>Celestia pours herself a cup, using a bland white clean mug kept in the shelves for the various teachers.
>Her soft, beautiful lips wrap around the rim of the chinaware.
>Oh god..to be that coffee right now.
>She slowly whirls around, and leans against the counter.
>”So Mr. Anonymous, how are things going with the girls?”
>You cross your arms, and walk around the room a bit.
“As well, as could be expected. I'm not exactly dad material.”
>Doodle snorts from his seat, as if saying “No shit.”
>You cock an eye at him.
>Celestia sips again.
>You feel your lips quiver.
>”I think what you're doing is an amazing thing. The fact that you're a teacher as well only hammers that point in.”
“Yeah? How so?”
>She cradles her mug in both hands.
>”You can make sure they get a proper education. And I can help you if ever you want me-”
>You look at her with  cocked eye, and coy grin.
>Celestia stops for a second, and suddenly realizes what she just said.
>She quickly waves her hands frantically.
>”I MEAN IF YOU NEED HELP! WITH THE GIRLS! PROFESSIONALLY!”
>KER-RASH
>You watched the mug fall to the ground in slow motion, as she tried to explain her words.
>”Oh shoot--!”
>She scrambles to gather some napkins to clean up the mess.
>Doodle gets out of his seat, and grumbles under his breath.
>”---Like Teenagers...”
>He exits the staff room slamming the door behind him.
>Old people be hatin.
>You bend down, and help Celestia clean up the coffee puddle.
>She stares down, refusing eye contact, her red cheeks noticeable on her face.
“But, uh...thank you for your offer. I'll keep it in mind.”
>She finally looks up, and smiles at you.
>You could totally touch her hand right now.
>They're near each other, and she has it on a napkin.
>You could just say, “Oops! My bad! I didn't mean to-”
>The bell rings out loudly stopping your romantic plans.
>Celestia looks up at a nearby clock on the wall.
>”Well...we better get going. The school isn't gonna run itself, and I don't want Luna coming down on me.”
“Sure..! Okay.”
>Fail.
>Epic fail even.
>She cleans up the rest of the mess, and broken mug pieces, and discards them into the wastebasket.
>”I'll see you later Anon.”
>She gives you a finger wave, and leaves the breakroom.
>You rub your neck, and adjust your tie.
>Fuck. You're so milquetoast.

>Though, she's right. This school won't run itself.
>You leave the breakroom next, and hurry to your homeroom class, zig zagging through groups of students to your class.
>Room 305.
>English.
>Lucky for these kids, it's just homeroom right now.
>You head inside, to the sight of students scattered around the class, chatting with one another.
>You have no idea who any of these kids are.
>That's sad, but hell it's homeroom. You just take attendance according to seat, and let them go do whatever it is they go do.
>Over the loudspeaker Celestia's motherly, warm voice booms out with the request to stand for the pledge, and the daily announcements for the day.
>Nothing of real attention, other than welcoming the students to a new year.
>You wonder how Sweetie is doing right now.
>You'd wonder about Rarity, but you get the feeling she'd get angry from you just doing that.
>The announcements end.
>You hope you won't be asked what was discussed.
>Well shit. Now you're definitely gonna get asked about it.
>The bell rings out, and the students exit, carrying sheets of paper, no doubt their schedules.
>Good luck young ones. You'll need it.
>Especially you.
>After some time passes, students begin to pile back into your room.
>Amongst them a familiar face.
>Rarity.
>You both lock eyes for a moment, before she gives you a harsh scowl.
>Great.
>This is gonna go swimmingly.
>They all take random seats, Rarity ironically taking a seat right in front of the class.
>She leans back, with arms crossed.
>The bell blares out as everyone takes a seat.
>You clap your hands together, and pace around, before coming to a stop at your desk, and sitting on top of it.
“Welcome to the first day of this semester everybody.”
>You get no replies.
>Of course.
>A lesser teacher would have crumbled under that one instance, but you're a pro!
“So Let's skip all the talk of what I expect from you, and just get on with the introductions.”
>A hand raises into the air.

>You follow it to the wielder.
“Yes?”
>It's Rarity.
>”I have to go to the bathroom.”
>You know what she's doing. She doesn't want to be here. At least not with you.
>But, right now you're her teacher. Not her caretaker at this moment.
“You're in English class missy. That's not how we word questions.”
>You give her a smirk, which is matched with a frown.
“But, since you've been so kind to volunteer, we'll start with you.”
>Rarity gives you a wide-eyed glare.
“So, your name is--?”
>You say in a singsongy sarcastic tone.
>She clenches her hands, as the other students watch on.
>You roll your wrist.
>”Ahem..”
>She stands up, and looks around the room.
>”My name is Rarity darlings. I am a budding fashionista, and plan to take my designs on the road someday. I have a sister who is starting today, and I stay with a useless, incompetent, replacement of father.”
>Some of the students snicker.
>Others look confused.
>You're just getting a little hot under the collar, but your poker face wins out.
“Thank you Rarity.”
>You look to the next student.
>”Wait! I need to go to the bathroom!”
>You give her a narrow eyed look.
“Word it properly miss Rarity, and I'll consider letting you go.”
>She huffs audibly.
>”May I please go to the restroom!”
>You cross your arms.
“That's not a question.”
>Her eyes bulge out angrily.

>Through gritted teeth she tries again.
>”May. I. Please. Go. To. The. Restroom?”
“No.”
>Her jaw drops.
“Next one please.”
>Rarity glares daggers at you, but to no effect.
>The students introduce themselves one by one.
>A few of them you'll make a note to remember.
>Rarity raises her hand again.
>You decide to ignore it.
>You apologize to Magz in your mind, but you're sure he's telling you you're doing the right thing.
>The rest of the class goes with you telling the students of how you operate, your curve for grading, and other things.
>Rarity went ignored.
>Before you knew it, the bell went off signaling for the students to head to their next class.
>They all pile out except one.
>”What did you think you were doing?!”
>You sit at your desk looking over your roster for the period after this.
“I'm afraid I don't know what you mean Rarity. You best get to your next class.”
>She slams her hand down on your desk.
>”You ignored me throughout the whole class, after putting me on the spot!”
>You put your book down, and look at her sternly.
“Don't you have to use the restroom?”
>”Don't toy with me darling!”
>You cross your arms.
“If there is something you want to say Rarity, it can wait until after school.”
>She groans.
>”It's bad enough that I have to have you as my guardian, but I have to have you as a teacher too? Get me a transfer!”
>You cock an eyebrow.
“No.”
>”WHY NOT?!”
>Her outburst makes a few passing students peek in.
“This is your first day of a new semester Rarity, also your dad would have my head if he knew I let you have your way like this, when it wouldn't help you.”
>Rarity gasps.
>”Don't talk about my father like- like-”
>You frown now.
“Like he's alive?”
>Rarity looks at you with hurt angry eyes.
>She groans again, and stomps out.
“Make sure you come straight home. Dinner's at six.”

>She looks at you with a glare over her shoulder.
>”I'll be home when I'm home.”
“I'll call the police.”
>”I don't care.”
>She stomps out of the class, the wind making your door slowly waver towards her.
>You put your face in your hands.
“Magz...what do I do..?”
>The bell rings out for the start of the next period.
>This Rarity thing started right after you moved them into your house.
>It took Sweetie a few weeks to even speak to you.
>Rarity has remained the same since.
>She feels you agreed to watch them too quickly. Like you were envious of Magnum, and relished in his death.
>She couldn't be more wrong.
>No matter how many times you set her straight, she'll always see you as “the guy who replaced her father”.
>Soft rapping on the frame alerts you to the presence of a new visitor.
>You peer through your hands.
>”So how was your first class of the year?”
“Principal.”
>She strolls in, and sits on one of the desks.
>To be that desk right now..
>”We're alone. Call me Celest.”
>You take a deep breath, and lean back.
“It went alright. I suppose.”
>”You suppose?”
>You give her a suggestive look.
>”Rarity.”
“Bingo.”
>She puts a hand to her mouth.
>”She still hasn't gotten used to you? I figured she would have by now.”
“Then you'd figure wrong. She still hates me.”
>Celestia shakes her head with a disappointed look.
>”I'm sorry to hear you two aren't getting along. I could talk to her for you if you like.”
>You crack your neck.
“Nah. This is something I have to do. Magz would get angry at me if I didn't.”
>”Magnum. Their father right?”
>You nod.
>Celestia smiles at you.
>”You really admired him, didn't you?”
>You nod again.
“Magnum was a great guy. He was wise beyond his years, and smarter than anyone I know. He had the family I always wanted.”
>Celestia gets off the desk, and moves to yours.
>”Maybe it was more like you wanted to be a part of it yourself?”
>She puts her hand on your shoulder.
>You lick your lips.

“I am part of it. I just don't think I've ever got used to the fact I have to be a part of it without him."
>She nods knowingly.
>”The hardest part of a death is for the ones left behind.”
>It's been a year, and you almost expect Magz to come through your door, and say “Hey buddy! Let's go get some brews eh?”.
>”You didn't come this far to give in now Anon. I think that's why he left them in your hands. Your capable hands.”
>She eases a hand over yours.
>Your breathing speeds up a little.
>”I believe in you. Just remain strong, and believe in yourself.”
>She smiles at you.
>The two of you lock eyes for a long while.
>She leans down towards you.
>She's gonna kiss you...
>She's finally going to—!
>”OH ANON! YOU WON'T BELIEVE HOW LONG I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOUR CLASS!”
>You, and Principal Celestia both jump.
>Sweetie Belle skips into your class room with a wide smile.
>Celestia practically leaps away from you straightening herself.
>She clears her throat.
>”Well then! I'll speak to you later Mr. Anonymous, to follow up on your progress!”
>She speed walks out of the class, making Sweetie's hair flow a little.
>You wipe your head.
“H-hey Sweetie. What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in class?”
>She puts her hands behind her back, as she kicks your door closed.
>”Who was that Anon?”
“That was the principal. Now answer my question. Aren't you supposed to be in class?”
>She skips over to your side, and sits in your lap.
“Sweetie! What are you doing?”
>She puts her hands on your shoulders.
>”I had to see you. I didn't expect to see you with another woman though. I thought you said you'd never leave me?”
>You give Sweetie a look.
>This side of her never showed before.
>At least not to this extent.
“Sweetie. Go to class.”
>”No.”
>She cups your cheeks.
>Things are getting pretty tense.
>You wonder what Magz would say.
>Sweetie places her little lips on yours.