Unforeseen Consequences - Anon vs The sixth graders

>Yeah, now you were frikin’ pumped, son! You don’t know where it came from, but you feel a lot of determination running through your horse veins! Just what you needed to help every single student of this school! Even those massive jerks of the sixth graders!
>Yeah! You don’t even mind that they… pushed a little colt in one of those bathrobes into a puddle… yeah… and they just took his saddlebag and tossed all of its contents into the puddle too…
>Hmmm, what to do, what to do… if you outright pickup a fight with them, you can only see this having a horrible aftermath for you, and- Nah! What were you saying?! You can’t stand there while those jerks are still picking on a colt that is like half their size! Nah, son! You were filling pumped…for some reason!
>You didn’t even care that your mothers will ground you for a whole month for what you were going to do. Nah, son! You are a Prince! And you have to protect ponies from jerks like these! Those guys are going down! DOWN, YOU SAID!
>You march towards the group of jerks and before they can notice your awesome presence, you focus and cast a freezing spell, effectively immobilizing those three stooges.
>”Mmnnnn! Hnnnnn! Bros! I can’t move!”
>”Me neither bro! W-What is going on, bro?!”
>”I-I don’t know bros! I think that this school is haunted, bros!”
>”Please be joking bro! I hate g-g-ghosts bro!”
>”M-M-M-Me too Bro! They are all spooky and not alive bro!”
>”I’m scared bros!”
>The small colt quickly gets up and frantically starts picking up his stuff, and of course, he starts laughing at the bullies while he was at that ”Hah! All of you arrogant fools are wrong! Hear me! The Great Crayola has spoken! And its colors do not show kindness to the ponies that attack the Great Crayola’s friends! No! Instead of the colors of friendship! The Great Crayola has chosen to punish thee with… with… that weird magical aura!”
>You can’t help but to laugh at their ignorance in advanced magic. But oh well, you guess that is time to finally speak up
“Oh, come on mates! I know that I’m good, but there’s no need to label my magic as “supernatural” well… to be fair, you wouldn’t be the first one to make such mistake, after all I’ve been told that my talent is far from natural”
>”W-W-Who said that bros?!”
>”I-I-I think it was the ghost, bro!”
>”We better run, bros!”
>”Hnnnnnn! I-I-I-I still can’t bro! I think the ghost wants to gobble me, bro!”
>Since those three bullies couldn’t move thanks to your spell, they of course couldn’t see where your voice was coming from, but seriously? They were still thinking that it frikin’ ghost after you clearly told them that it was YOUR magic the one responsible of keeping them from moving? C’moooon!
>But of course, that wasn’t the case with the little colt whose eyes starts sparkling hope as soon as he saw you, his tail swinging back and forth from the happiness “Be wary villains! Because the colors of the almighty Crayola has shone upon this colt! Behold! A true hero who has come to…”
>That moralistic almost religious tone of the colt, goes away in the immediate moment when he sees that all of his notebooks and paper sheets were ruined thanks to being thrown into the puddle “Awwww, man! C’mon! Those were my doodles, man! Awww, not fair dude! I worked super hard on these! How am I supposed to- … I-I mean!”
>The little colt blushes and clears his throat, rising his front legs up in the air “The almighty Crayola doesn’t take kindly these acts of vandalism! You have attacked the very manifus…manafas… Whatever is that fancy word that the grown-ups use! The Great Crayola likes to being offered tons of colorful doodles because the Great Crayola is a chill enough dude as show us how its wonderful colors reflects in everypony’s life in exchange of cool, colorful doodles! And-“
>”Just shut up already with your stupid crayon, bro! You are making my head hurt, bro!”
>”A crayon ain’t a bro, bro!”
>”I actually liked the part of the colors and- I mean, errr… shut up, bro!”
>As funny as you found this little scene, you decided that it was time to make your move, so you walk past the three frozen jerks and stand in between them and the little colt.
“I think that he means that there’s no ghost or other supernatural stuff going on around here, just me… and let me tell you mates, you’re in a world of trouble…”
>Well, it seems like you lack Cherrywood’s talent at spooking ponies, because as soon as you stepped in, the colts’ fear went away, replaced with confusion and a baffled expression… man, that filly really was something special, you wish that you had that kind of talent at scaring ponies and not caring in the slightest if they will be mad afterwards…
>Hmm, you wonder what she’s doing right now. Is she thinking about you? Is she spooking some innocent pony? Is she thinking about you while spooking some innocent pony?
>Sadly, all of your day dreaming would need to be put on hold since those three jerks decided to interrupt your wonderful thoughts about your wonderful girlfriend…
>”Yo, who’s the little filly, bro?”
>”I dunno bro, but she kinda has a weird voice…”
>”And why is she messin’ with us, bros?”
>What did they say? Did they call you… a filly?! A FILLY?! Those little imbeciles! AGH! YOU ARE NOT A FILLY!
“I’m not a filly you brain dead idiots! I’m a colt! For Pete’s sake! Are you blind or is your brain so useless that you can’t tell the difference between a filly and a colt?! Sheesh!”
>”Yo, what’s the filly sayin’ bros?”
>”I think she wants to say that she ain’t a she but a he”
>”Oooooh! And here I was thinking that this was the ugliest filly I have seen since my cousin’!”
>You slap your face and groan, that is, until one of those imbeciles calls to you
>”Yo, you seem familiar… aren’t you like the only colt in fifth grade?”
>You look at the jerks and raise an eyebrow. Well, it seems that Ruffle wasn’t the only colt in sixth grade who didn’t bother to ready the news, or… ready anything at all. But hey, at least one of these idiots recognized you for something!
“Seems like you are not THAT dumb… yes… that blessed colt is me alright”
>The three colts look at each other, chuckling maliciously as all of them gives you an almost sinister grin.
>”So you are the nerd who messed with our captain! Heh Heh Heh! I knew that you looked familiar, bro!”
>”That doesn’t matter, because soon yer are going to be in big, big trouble, bro!
>”Yeah! Do you know who are you even messin’ with, bro? You better start runnin if ya know what’s good for ya, bro!”
>You sigh and nod, giving the colts a smug smirk
“Oh, how scaaaaary! Hah! Please, What are you even going to do? You guys can’t move a single hoof! And yes, you can bet your untalented flank that is my magic the one to thank for that. But I’ll guess that you will want my name, and you’re in luck because I’m actually going to give it to you, I’m Anon and-“
>But the little colt who you were trying to protect jumps in front of you, dancing and laughing at his previous aggressors
“And he just taught a lesson that you will never forget! Never try to intervene with the will of the Great Crayola or you will suffer its colorful wrath! Remember it well, my friends, because now my savior and I have to go and enjoy our new found friendship under with the guidance of the Great Crayola and it’s colors that guide us all, now good day!”
>The little colt rushes to you and starts tugging your leg, clearly wanting to leave this place as soon as possible. But you weren’t done with those idiots yet, so you gently push him away and give him a pat on the head
“What are you talking about, mate? I’m not leaving, at least not until these knuckleheads learn their lesson”
>The little colt starts looking frantically at every direction as if he was expecting someone or something to arrive, and then he gives you a desperate look
“B-but, sir! I think that-“
>You chuckle and pat the little colt on the head once more
“Now, now, those bullies won’t do anything. As I said, I’m keeping them on hold with my magic, so don’t worry my little friend, it’s just that these three need to understand that they can’t go around and picking on smaller ponies like yourself. Besides, I want to have some fun, maybe doddle something in their faces or give them a good scare, how does that sound… eeeeh …hmmm… what is your name by the way?”
>”Scribble Scrabble, b-but sir!” The little colt pulls your leg frantically once more, his desperation increasing by the nanosecond… man, he seriously needs to lay off the coffee “Please listen to me! We have to go now before-“
>And just like before, you gently push the little Scrabble away. You give him a pat on the head and turn to the three idiots with an arrogant smirk on your face
“Now listen, here’s what’s going to happen... Oh…”
>And when you do, your smirk banishes completely, because right in front of you was…
>”Yo! Wha ya think  ya are to mess with the Ruffle’s friends, huh?! Ya think that ya can walk into the Ruffle’s turf and not get Truffle’d?!” … it was the leader of the sixth graders himself… Ruffle Truffle…
>And he wasn’t alone; at least other five sixth graders were joining him… all of them colts who were unnaturally big for someone their age
>Okay, this got a little bad, but not that bad as you not being able to handle it with a bit more of your magic. Thanks again, Moon Dancer’s lessons! You just needed to change tactics.
>You feel Scribble Scrabble gently pulling you, his voice was a little more shy this time “S-Sir, I think that is time to go…”
>You gently push him to the side and give him a confident smile
“Hey, don’t worry, I have this under control, trust me…”
>You just have to act calm and collected, Ruffle Truffle is an idiot, but you’re sure that he will listen to reason, so of course, you do the most logical thing…
>…You chuckle and give Ruffle Truffle and his friends a super annoying, smug grin
“But what do we have here? If it isn’t Mr. Ruffle “I’m a crying baby” Truffle! What brings you over here, mate? Want another taste of my magic?”
>Ruffle Truffle’s left eye twitches as he stomps his left front hoof on the ground “What did ya say? Do ya really want the Ruffle and his awesome bros to give you the Ruffle’s special treatment? Because lemme tell ya nerd! If ya won’t stop with this then yer going to get Truffle’d really hard!”
>…Okay… you don’t know why you said that, but the guy hasn’t used the violent solution just yet, maybe you can still talk your way out of this one…
>Scribble Scrabble tries to pull you once more “S-Sir, please… m-maybe if we run now, the Great Crayola will display its great colors in the form of a beautiful blue mercy coloring a form of protection that will impede these ruffians from ever finding us until our parents come to pick us up.”
>You sigh… okay, let’s calm down a little and think about what your mothers would do… well, they wouldn’t tease their rivals like you just did… maybe… then again, your mom Celestia was more smug than you could ever hope to be, and your mom Luna wasn’t exactly humble when she faced Discord…
>Still, they have told you many, many, MANY times, that part of your duty is to protect those who can’t protect themselves, that’s what a member of Royalty should always do…
>If your mothers were in your situation, you were sure that they wouldn’t let a small, frightened colt to stick around. So, even when you were having your share of fun by making those idiots mad… you had to do your duty as a Prince…
“Scribble…”
>”Y-yes, sir?” The little colt asks with a meek voice
“Run, let me handle these idiots, trust me, everything will be fine, but I need you to go to a safer place than this…”
>The small colt look at the school’s entrance and then to you ”B-But, what about you sir? Aren’t you coming too?”
“Are you asking if I’m going to run away? Nah, I’m a Prince, mate. Royalty doesn’t run away from the bad guys, we take care of them. But I don’t want you to get hurt, so please, lemme handle this, okay?”
>”Y-You are a Prince?! WOW! The Great Crayola surely was extra colorful today if it decided to send such an awesome help! O-Okay sir! I will do as you say! B-But don’t worry! The Great Crayola followers don’t forget about anypony who protects the great colors of life that the Great Crayola grants us!”
>And with that, the little colt dashes away faster than an Olympic athlete… and he forgot his stuff…
>But this little scene just served as amusement for Ruffle Truffle “Would ya look at that? Not even those third graders weirdos want to be around your super nerdness! HAR HAR HAR! The Ruffle will Truffle him later. Right now, yer nerd flank is going to become the Ruffle’s property! Isn’t that right, bros?!”
>The unnaturally big colts huff and nod while stomping their hooves together… sheesh, they really looked strong… maybe they were actually midget minotaurs in disguise
>You walk towards Ruffle Truffle, looking him directly in the eye. Meanwhile, you were considering your options. Yes, you could continue your little display of quality smugness, but could only end up in you getting your flank kicked by a bunch of idiots and getting grounded until you became old enough to vote…
>Or... there was also the chance that maybe if you talk to Ruffle Truffle he will listen to reason and let you go, ask for forgiveness or something like that.
>That way, you still get to keep your teeth, your mothers won’t give the scolding of your lifetime, and you will look like a great diplomat! Yeah! This sounds like a reasonable option that would satisfy everyone!
>You just have to be calm and collected when you talk to Ruffle and his friends, and above everything else, you need to be nice and polite…
>So of course you gave him a smug smirk! Why not! To Tartarus with diplomacy! Diplomacy usually fails, anyways! You ain’t going to get humiliated by this gray imbecile! But this time, you didn’t direct your royal smugness to just Ruffle Truffle, oh no, you also took care to give some to the five unnaturally big colts too…
“I can see that you brought your girlfriends too! Sheesh Ruffle, I’ll have to give credit where credit is due, because lemme tell you my gray friend, I already had you in a low standard, but the fact that you are dating these mutated gorillas has made you achieve a new kind of low.”
>One of Ruffle’s friends actually growls at you, as in he actually growled like a dang rabid dog
>But you just shrug and laugh
“D’awww, did I make Ruffle’s special somepony mad? Don’t worry mate, after I teach you your lesson, you, Ruffle and the rest of your gorillas can go and enjoy that “special treatment” together!”
>Ruffle Truffle’s left eye twitches, but he does his best to keep his composure intact, letting out a fake chuckle and turning away from you ”Are ya fer real?! Ya know, fer a nerd you really are the dumbest! HAR HAR HAR! But you better keep yer lame mouth shut, or the Ruffle will shut it for ya!”
 >You roll your eyes and laugh
“Oh, yeah? You and what army?”
>The grey idiot turned to you with a smirk on his face and said with an arrogant voice “That army” while pointing with his hoof towards… towards…the entirety of the sixth grade that was now surrounding you
“Oh…”
>You don’t know when they got here, or how they did it without you noticing them, but boy what you did know was that all of them looked really angry… at you.
>But hey! Like Cadence always says, let’s look on the positive side! You could see a clear, discernable pattern with this grade too! All of the fillies were dressed as cheerleaders while the colts had jackets with the school’s symbol…
>Oh man… jocks and cheerleaders, your natural enemy… now you know why you were acting so aggressive… well, they can hug a cactus! You hate jocks!
>All of the sixth graders started surrounded you in a circle, effectively cutting any possible escape route that you might have.
>The unnaturally big colts were now starting to get pumped, the colts were starting to walk towards with a menacing look on their face, the fillies started to do…well, cheerleader things to support their male classmates…
>You could see that Ruffle was enjoying the moment, but he did his best to not show it, instead, he asked in a serious tone ”Now what, nerd?! Are ya goin’ to use your nerd magic to freeze all of us?” well, as serious as Ruffle Truffle could get
>You shake your head
“Nope, so far I can only freeze a maximum of like six ponies, anything higher than that and the spell becomes unstable and eventually fades away… taking a good chunk of my magic with it…”
>And that actually made Ruffle Truffle laugh “HAR HAR HAR! I told ya nerd! I told ya that if ya mess with the Ruffle then ya get Truffle’d!”
>You let out a sigh
 “Well… it’s like they say, you win some, you lose some… or something like that”
>That made the colts laugh and cheering from the fillies to increase… and while it was odd that no teacher has approached to stop the large group ready from beating you. You also remember that the sixth graders did get a lot of preferential treatment, or at least that’s what you deduced from Sunny Hill’s way to speak about them.
>And honestly? This really wasn’t that different from how school was back on Earth… well, at least how it was before you met Catherine.
>As for Ruffle, unlike the rest of his classmates, he wasn’t smiling, he wasn’t laughing. Ruffle Truffle just walked to you and but his head against yours, angrily whispering ”Any last words, nerd?”
>So let’s analyze the situation that you were in: right now you were surrounded by a bunch of jocks who really wanted to punch your pretty face, no way to escape, and you were also hungry…
>Man, you just needed to be drunker than an Irish man on Friday’s night and this would be Tijuana all over again…
>You give Ruffle Truffle one last smirk and even a gentle pat on his shoulder
“Actually, I do have something to say, my gray friend…”
>You dispel the freezing spell, letting the three original bullies to be free. And immediately after that, you teleported away from Ruffle Truffle and casted a shield spell that surrounded you completely.
“Hnnng!”
>The freezing spell… you didn’t end it in the proper way… it short-circuited, you could just feel that horrible electrical sensation on your horn… Moon Dancer is always telling you to cut that spell with the proper termination spell… but you didn’t think or focus fast enough…
>And just like Moon Dancer is always telling you… every time that a high tier spell misfires or short circuits, it will always end up draining a very significant amount of the unicorn’s magic… just like how it happened to you right now…
>Right… so far, you really haven’t been very diplomatic with the sixth graders. Maybe if you choose the right words… nah, you know what? Screw it…
>You shake your head and regain your composure, glancing at all the sixth graders; you bring your best smug grin so you could yell at them
 “The sixth graders are a bunch of losers who like to eat dirt! Your cheerleading stinks and you are the worst hoofball players in all of Equestria! And ya’ll are so lame that you have to gang up on me! Well, guess what losers! You will need to double your numbers if you want to have a chance against me!”
>You look directly at Ruffle Truffle and narrow your eyes, giving him grin
“Now give me your best shot, sassafras! And try not to cry this time!”
>Well, if you’re going down, you’re going down smug…
>The sixth graders colts start to charge at you and… well; none of them could even put a dent into your all-mighty bubble shield of awesomeness! Yeah! Take that! Nerds 1 – 0 Jocks! Wait... did you call yourself a nerd? Ah, man….
>But that certainly didn’t stop these idiots from trying. They were stomping their hooves against your shield as hard as they could, some of them even used their honestly weak magic to try to break it in different ways, some threw their saddlebags at the shield, others threw hoofballs, and others were simply yelling at you…
>Like Ruffle Truffle, who kept charging and smacking his head against your bubble shield “Hnnng! Quit hiding like a nerd and fight the Ruffle like the nerd ya are!”
>You laugh at the little grey idiot and reply with a sarcastic tone
“Great line there, mate. You came with it on your own? Maybe if you hit your head a few more times you will actually stop stinking at hoofball!”
 >”That’s it! Yer gonna get so Truffle’d that yer gonna dream with the Ruffle for the next month! Aaaaaaaah!” Ruffle Turffle charges against your shield again, but just like the other times, he just manages to bounce off and land on his butt “Ohfff!” And of course, you laugh at him harder than before
>You know, that is seriously impressive, anyone else would have gotten their head split into two after so many hits, but no Ruffle Truffle, oh no. He had a head that was harder than diamonds and a brain that was smaller than a peanut.
>Thinking about it, the entire sixth grade wasn’t giving up on their attacks. The colts kept tackling your shield, the fillies kept cheering for their classmates…and you were starting to feel a little tired.
>You can’t keep this forever, not after the freezing spell drained your magic so hard. You needed to dispel this shield soon or otherwise you were going to start  suffering from some serious magical over exhaustion, and that just plain stinks
>And you can’t really run away either, it’s not like you can’t teleport away…it’s just that you weren’t going to give the sixth graders the pleasure of making you run away like a coward, no, you rather get beat down than being called a coward!
>Then again, they were decided to harm YOU in a serious way… man, you really need to get better at improvisation, because it seems like you just trapped yourself…
>But just when you thought that you had run out of options, a very young voice thunders across the mayhem ”You better stop that!...”
> You and the sixth graders look up to see who was the source of that yell…
>And there he was… rising from above the playground, that funny colt and his weird guys that you met during your escape from detention. They were looking down on the chaos that was happening, and you gotta admit, they looked kinda cool, even heroic if you have to admit it
>And they weren’t alone, a large group, similar in size to the sixth graders was joining them…was that what their grade “society” was about? Being heroes or something similar to that?
>Their leader… what was his name? Double Cottage… Triple something… oh yeah! Double Ocean! Yeah, that guy jumped from the top of the swings and landed in a somewhat clumsy way on the ground… well, he fell flat on his face, but the little guy quickly stands up and yells to his comrades “Secret Agent Foals! Battle positions!”
>The new group doesn’t hesitate for a single second and starts throwing marbles and stink bombs at the sixth graders, causing enough confusion among the older foals so that Double Ocean could quickly run to where you were
>Double Ocean frantically starts tapping your shield “Sir! Please remove the weird magical bubble and come with me! We don’t have much time!”
>You nod and quickly dispel the shield bubble
“Hah, just in time my friend! I was starting to ge- urk!”
>You forgot that your rescuers were throwing stink bombs at the sixth graders… a lot of stink of bombs, and they stank… a lot
>It seems like Double Ocean had some sort of resistance against the smell of dead cats, because he was taking that horrible smell like a true champ “Hurry up, sir! Our super mega stink-dunk bombs won’t distract these jerks for too much longer!”
>You were sure that your face was greener than the greener grass, your head was dizzy and your stomach was partying harder than Discord on chaos’ steroids…but despite that, you nod and try to thank your little savior
“T-Thanks…urk! Just…lead the way before I puke my entire insides…urk!”
>Double Ocean gives you a military salute and points to a breach in the sixth grader’s circle “We can escape through there! Follow me, sir! We need to get you inside the school building!”
>You decide that you were having none of that running non sense; part of you wanted to stay in and take advantage of this little distraction to at least show Ruffle Truffle who is boss, but on the other hand…
>The place stank harder than your mom Celestia’s attempts at being “hip”, nah, let’s get out of here. You will take care of Ruffle in another occasion. You hold Double Ocean before he can run away and focus your magic, teleporting the two of you out of the little skirmish and into the school hallways…
>Which they stank in their own way thanks to the staggering amount of posters with Ruffle Truffle’s face plastered all over the place, but hey, at least they didn’t smell like a wet hobo, and they had the plus of having a healthy low amount of ponies who wanted to push your teeth in.
>You lean on a wall to catch some breath… that was close, too dang close… and why did you act so hot headed? That wasn’t really you… then again, watching those sixth graders idiots to bully smaller foals was something that made you angry just by thinking about it…
>But Double Ocean seemed to be completely fine since he starts hopping all over the place, tail swinging back and forth and he was looking with an adorable cheerfulness ”Oh man! That was an awesome escape! Geez-Lois, I didn’t know that you could teleport too! Man, being a Prince must give you super-duper awesome powers, huh sir?”
“Gi…ve…me…. A mom…ent… please….”
>You were still out of breath… the interrupted freezing spell, that shield and the teleportation made you a bit tired. But after a few minutes, you were able to speak again
“I’m just good at magic, my friend. Now… why don’t you tell me more about you and your friends, huh? I would like to know more about my little saviors, oh… and… wait…”
>You take a series of breathing techniques that RD taught you to regain some of your stamina, and finally speak again
“I would also like to know if you perhaps known about a colt named Scribble Scrabble, kinda short, dressed in a bathrobe, and never shuts up about a great and powerful crayon or something like that…”
>Double Ocean nods “Oh yeah! The leader of the followers of the Great Crayola… he was the dude who told us that a prince was “being tested by the enemies of the Great Crayola colorfulness” or some mumbo-jumbo like that… and after asking our official translator, he told us that Scribble meant that you were in trouble…”
>You were going to ask Double Ocean to take you to Scribble, but before you can do that… the bell rings, marking the end of the recess…
“Awww, C’mon!”