Opt.1: CYOA, by Anon [Iknowwhothefuckthisis]

Option 1 CYOA Anonymous 02/22/14(Sat)01:55 UTC-5 No.16427545
Replies: >>16427561 >>16435870

>You are Anon
>While browsing 4chan you come across a thread on /mlp/
>Story Time part 9
>Two options. Like all threads of this type ,both options have stupid downsides. OP’s faggotry knows no bounds.
>You make your choice quickly typing up:
"Option one, it would be less traumatizing to the ponies, and I could get out of it easily enough”
>You add “OP is a faggot”, and with a flourish press enter.
>As soon as you press the key, a minor earthquake occurs, causing the lights to flicker.
“Well that was weird"
>The doorbell suddenly rings, and you turn a bit pale.
"probably just a coincidence”
>You get up to answer the door.
>You don’t normally get visitors at this time, but its not unusual.
>You feel a sense of dread as you near door.
“I don't know why I’m getting all worked Up, probably just one of the neighbours”
>When you reach the door you swear you can smell what may be pasta sauce with hints of cheetos and Mountain Dew.
>You reach for the door, the knob is cold, almost frosty.
>You open with a sense of foreboding.
>The lights dim and the air goes cold as the door swings open.
>Standing before you is a man, if you can call it that. Over 7 feet tall and at least 500 pounds wearing a greasy trench coat and a crumpled fedora far too small for his head.
>What you can see of his face is extremely pimply and appears to have cheeto dust smeared all over it. His massive neckbeard on top of his many chins has small chunks of food in it, along with what looks like the cap from a bottle of mountain dew
>Darkness seems to emanate from him, light seems to almost entirely avoid him
>In a gravelly, yet strangely high pitched voice He asks "Option One?"
>You assaulted by the smell of cheetos and mountain dew along with a breath worse than death
>You timidly agree, thinking to yourself that this was a very bad idea
>His lips curl up into a horrific smile his teeth are yellow and seem to have bits of pasta stuck to them
>"Excellent, so few chose option one"

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Option 1 CYOA Anonymous 02/22/14(Sat)01:57 UTC-5 No.16427561
Replies: >>16427620 >>16435870 >>16486802

>>16427545

>He reaches outwards as you back away.
>You start running.
>You feel something stab into your shoulder. You turn around and fall to your knees.
>The man has his arm outstretched, what looks like pasta coming from sleeve of trench coat.
>Spaghetti starts wrapping around you.
>"Even fewer are brave enough to run away"
>pasta coils up your body, obscuring your vision. You black out to the sound of terrifying laughter.
>You are drifting through nothingness.
>You feel cold.
>Extremely cold .
>Too cold to even shiver.
>Are you dead?
>You gradually feel a slight warmth .
>The feeling of warmth grows stronger, along with a faint noise.
>The warmth reaches the level of a summer day, the sound becoming louder and more defined.
>You hear voices.
>Not just voices, screaming voices.
>You are nearly blinded as your eyes dart open.
>You are covered in a light coating of frost, cut and bruised everywhere. Patches of dried blood are all over your clothing.
>You feel extremely sore all over, almost like a semi-truck has hit you .
>Looking around you seem to be in some sort of town square.
>The architecture is strange, everything is bright and colorful.
>Not realizing how you didn’t notice them before, you see them.
>Ponies.
>But something is wrong.
They are all running around screaming
>None of them even seem to notice you
>You overhear one scream, “I can't feel my genitals!"

>fuck

Your move /mlp/

Anonymous 02/25/14(Tue)05:34 UTC-5 No.16486802
Replies: >>16486813

>>16427561
>>16465632
>You slowly get to your feet, the muscles in your legs quivering in protest. you begin to look yourself over.
>you are wearing shorts and a t-shirt. No socks or shoes, you don't normally wear them at home. The shorts are stained with blood and possibly tomato sauce but are otherwise intact
>The shirt however, is a total loss. stained with blood and grease, covered with rips, its little more than rags at this point.
>You go to remove it when you feel a severe pain in you shoulder. The rest of your injuries are just minor cuts and bruises, but this was much worse.
"Right, that bastard stabbed me, How could I forget?"
>You try and look at the wound, but can't quite see it, just torn fabric and a copious amount of blood. You go to check it with your hand.
>You gently touch near the edge. even with a light touch it still stings. the whole area is wet with blood, you pull your hand away momentarily to check.
>The blood on your hand is still bright red and still fluid. Fresh, but not enough of it to worry about blood loss right now
>Checking the wound again you find its in a roughly circular pattern, multiple small puncture wounds, some with something sticking out of them.
>The center is a large gash, at least three inches long
"shit that's big, I'm gonna have to find a doctor as soon as can figure figure out what the fuck is going on"
>That thought brings you back to the current situation
>Ponies are still running around and screaming
>This isn't helping anyone, so you decide to get their attention and try to calm them down
>You attempt to get the attention of the nearest pony, he either doesn't hear you, or ignores you, you raise your voice but he keeps running
>A nearby mare is trotting by at a slow speed, her eyes glazed over. with a calm voice you try to get her to notice you, you place a hand gently on her withers.
>she takes off faster than pinkie pie on caffeine. This is getting you nowhere.
>You look to town hall and get an idea.

Option One CYOA Anonymous 02/25/14(Tue)05:36 UTC-5 No.16486813
Replies: >>16486820

>>16486802
forgot title
>If you go up to the second floor you can get a better vantage point and shouting will have more authority, someone must notice you then.
>You push open the doors, the interior is empty. You think its strange that no one would gather here in such an emergency, but you realize its only been a few minutes since you arrived.
>There is a set of stairs to the left. You take them up and open the door to the balcony and make your way to the railing.
>You take several deep breaths to prepare your self, You need to be as loud as possible for this too work.
"ATTENTION PONIES: CALM DOWN AND LISTEN TO ME RUNNING AND SCREAMING WILL GET YOU NOWHERE!"
>Finally, a few of the ponies running around the town square notice you heading towards town hall to get a better look.
>This starts a chain reaction, ponies joining the small group forming in front of you.
>Soon, a large crowd has formed beneath the balcony of town hall, terrified mares and stallions staring up at you.
>The look of fear is still strong on their faces, but distrust and anger is starting to replace it.
>You need to defuse this situation quickly before it turns ugly. You start speaking:
"Don't be alarmed, I am just as confused and afraid as you all. I was just thrust into this land injured and alone, in the midst of mass-panic."
>The crowd is silent, still staring at you intently. Still terrified, but their caring nature is starting to shine through. the distrust is still there, but the anger is becoming curiosity
>A mare in the crowd, not one you recognize from the show, speaks up in a wavering, timid voice,"What are you?"
"I am a human, But that's not important right now."
"I need to know if there anyone knowledgeable or important I can speak to, a scientist or leader perhaps."
"I want to figure out what happened to me and what is currently happening. I may be able to offer my help."

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Option One CYOA Anonymous 02/25/14(Tue)05:37 UTC-5 No.16486820
Replies: >>16486826

>>16486813
>You know exactly what's happening and why. not the how, but you aren't going to tell them any of it. You don't want any more distrust, and you definitely don't want them to trample you in anger.
>A few voices in the crowd speak up, they mention that Twilight Sparkle ma be the best option.
>They point off in to the distance, you see a large canopy of leaves over the roofs of some buildings.
>You reassure the crowd to remain calm and recommend that they do the same for others.
>You leave the balcony and head down stairs, now that you know where Twilight’s library is you get some info on the situation
>The crowd is still there. They seem to be calming down a bit, but the are still visibly shaken
>You head toward the library, which happens to take you through the crowd
>Still wary of you, the crowd parts giving you a wide berth. Looks of apprehension and distrust on their faces as they gaze upon your alien and bloodied form.
>The trip to the giant tree is short and uneventful, though you occasionally see ponies darting here and there.
>When you arrive you are treated to an amazing sight. you knew it was large from the show, but seeing it in person was breathtaking.
>You had personally seen some of the largest trees on earth, but this one put them to shame, and the fact that it was an oak tree was even more impressive.
>You reach the door and knock, there is no reply. You figure you can just walk inside considering its a public library
>Opening the door you enter and begin to announce yourself.
>You are cut short when you are suddenly frozen in place mid stride.
>A shimmery purple aura surrounds you, slightly warm with a tingle that feels like static electricity.
>With a sudden jolt, you are lifted into the air, the sudden acceleration aggravating your sore body and renewing the pain in your shoulder.
>Twilight is in front of you several feet away, forelegs in a wide stance for stability, horn aglow with magical aura

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Option One CYOA Anonymous 02/25/14(Tue)05:38 UTC-5 No.16486826
Replies: >>16487306 >>16489868 >>16490213 >>16492540 >>16517872

>>16486820
>Her eyes are full of anger, but a hint of curiosity enters them as she gets a good look at you
>You see spike hiding behind Twi, trying to hide the fear in his face.
>Twilight's eyes narrow as he begins questioning you rapid-fire
>"Who are you, what are you, what did you do, why did you do it change it back"
>Its hard to understand what she's saying with such a fast delivery. She's clearly flustered, Her magic tightening around you with every word.
>The extra pressure is not doing your injury any favors and its getting difficult to breath.
>Thoughts race trough your had on how to best handle the angry purple horse

What do yo say /mlp/? and have any of the others arrived yet?

Also, critique and comments welcome

Option One CYOA Anonymous 02/27/14(Thu)06:45 UTC-5 No.16517872
Replies: >>16517904

>>16486826
>>16489868
>>16492540

>You decide to play it safe, you don't want reveal what you know just yet, it could be fatal.
"A-are you Twi-twilight Sparkle? I was t-told you may be able to h-help me"
>You injury must be worse than you thought, the pain was making it difficult to speak.
>Or maybe it was the fact she was slowly crushing you
>"That doesn't answer my question you, you whatever you are". Her grip tightens.
>You don't think she's doing it intentionally any more. you decide to answer her as best as you restricted lungs allow.
"My n-names Anon, I'm a hu-human. I don't know w-what's happen-ning."
>You take a few seconds to catch your breath
"I just s-suddenly appeared h-here. I was hoping y-you could tell m-me what's going on."
>She seems confused by this information, but she isn't calming down. the aura tightens on you even more.
"T-twilight please c-calm down. You're g-going to kill m-me"
>At that moment your phone decides to receive a text message.
>Wait. How is that even possible? There shouldn't be cell service here.
>Your thoughts are cut short as the strange sound startles purple smart.
>There is a spike of pain in your shoulder and you feel warmth trickle down you back.
>The bitch broke the clot on your wound! You will definitely need medical attention now.
>She begins to question you again, then notices the blood dripping to the floor. Her eyes go wide.
>"Oh no! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you" she say as her anger is replace with concern.
>She instantly releases you in a panic and you fall to the floor head first.
>As you lose consciousness for the second time in what you think is a day, you hear muffled voices and see several colorful blurs rush through the door.
>You slowly begin to wake up, face down on the floor with a splitting headache. You need to lay off the alcohol, you think to yourself.
>You hear strangely familiar voices around you, you don't remember going to a party.
>You suddenly remember everything that happened

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Option One CYOA Anonymous 02/27/14(Thu)06:52 UTC-5 No.16517904
Replies: >>16518001 >>16528929 >>16529026

>>16517872

>Your shirt is gone, but your wound is bandaged.
>The 6 colorful equines must have treated your wound, but then why did they leave you on the floor?
> they may still be hostile, so you decide to weigh your options before you start to get up.

How do you act and what do you say?

Sorry about the short update, this was really hard to write for some reason