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- >You are Anonymous.
- >You are fat.
- >Not chubby, not big-boned, not stocky, just fucking fat.
- >There is no justification for this, you just like to eat, and who could blame you with so many damn delicious types of food out there?
- >You want to exercise, but there's no motivation to. Your office job doesn't require you to be in shape, and your friends have no fucks to give.
- >Sometimes living on your own gets kinda lonely, but you always call up your bro to go hang whenever it gets to you.
- >For a fatass you lead a pretty good life.
- >You've got a car, an apartment, internet, vidya, TV, and your aforementioned friends.
- >Problem is you aren't really going anywhere.
- >You figure, why get a doctorate in something when you can just keep working for a living?
- >Still, it bugs you every now and again, kind of like it is right now.
- >You just got off the bus from your workplace, and you're looking around at all the construction going on in front of your apartment complex.
- >There's an entire chunk of parking lot just pulled out of the ground where you usually walked towards the building, and a bunch of dudes in reflective crap are running around screaming at each other.
- >Your jimmies are pretty rustled, but that part of the parking lot WAS crap, so it's not that big of a deal.
- >You decide to just suck it up like a man and make your way around the orange tape cutting you off from all the work.
- >Then you hear it...
- "AAGGGHH!"
- >Looking towards the scream, it only takes you a second to process that a man was on the ground bleeding, a jackhammer stuck in the ground next to him and going apeshit without anyone to hold onto it.
- >You move like a man possessed, ducking under the tape and waddling to the injured man with a speed you thought you lost long ago.
- >By the time you reach him you feel like you're about to collapse and die.
- >'God,' you lament to yourself, 'Why do I have to love Twinkies so much?'
- >The guy is in bad shape. He's holding onto his leg and screaming like a little bitch, and you can't blame him because that's fucking bright red blood gushing out of his lower thigh.
- >You're not a doctor, but you know that means he hit an artery, and he only has a few minutes left to live.
- >The man's life is literally in your hands.
- >You're not even sure how the injury happened in the first place.
- >"HELP!"
- >You see a couple more construction workers start to run over, but the guy has stopped screaming.
- >He looks like he's about to pass out.
- >Not good, if you don't do something NOW he'll die.
- >"Shitshitshitshitshit."
- >You fall to your knees next to him and grab that gay ass reflective gear he has on.
- >You're in full on panic mode as you rip the reflective vest from him.
- >Jimmies at maximum rustle.
- >Heart beating like the wings of a God damn humming bird.
- >The vest finally gives and you pull it tight in your hands before wrapping it around his upper thigh.
- >The construction workers finally make it over.
- >You growl in frustration, "Get me a fuckin' stick or something!"
- >You don't know who, but someone shoves a small metal pry bar into your hands.
- >You waste no time tying the tournaqit and pushing the pry bar through it.
- >You're about to pass out now, but you hold strong, giving the pry bar a few hard twists.
- "The bleeding stopped!"
- "I'll call an ambulance!"
- >You take a deep breath, falling back on your ass as the construction workers scramble about to pick up where you had left off.
- >You start to laugh.
- >Never in a million years did you think this would happen to you.
- >Then you see it...
- >One of the workers goes to turn off the jackhammer that was going apeshit.
- >With a loud clunk the tool stops dead in its tracks, the sudden force of the stop dislodging a piece of asphalt and sending it straight at your face.
- >Fuck your life.
- >BRAIN.exe has stopped working.
- -------
- >You like to think there's a place people go after they die, but honestly, who can be sure?
- >Trying to make sense of things that are bigger than you isn't a good pass time in your opinion.
- >Especially considering how big you are.
- "... is that?"
- "...ever... like it."
- >'I almost died today, maybe I should start exercising.'
- "Oh, it moved."
- >'Maybe I am dead, in which case I won't have to exercise. Then how am I thinking this if I'm dead? Does that mean this is heaven... or hell?'
- "Fluttershy, don't get too close, it might eat you!"
- "Oh Rainbow Dash, it's okay, he looks hurt and might need our help."
- "How the hay can you tell it's a he? It looks like a blob with a face to me."
- "Oh please Darling, you of all people know about Fluttershy's experience with animals."
- "This isn't your run of the mill animal."
- "Rainbow is right, I've never seen anything like this, even at the library in Canterlot."
- >It's around this time you deduce that yes, those voices are talking about you, and yes, you are awake.
- >Which means you're alive.
- >You draw in air, and realize that your laying on grass.
- >When you open your eyes, you're face to face with wide blue irises.
- >Wider than humanly possible.
- >And the pink.
- >Oh God you haven't seen so much pink since that feminist came to lecture at your workplace.
- >God that woman was a cunt.
- >Then you associate the pink with the fur, and the poofy mane, and the tail, and the muzzle.
- "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie! Wanna be friends Mr. Blob?"
- >"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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