[NEETPone] Floor Bored needs BitBits, by GraveyardShift

>You sat idly in your chair staring into the glow of your monitor.
>Your eyes red and burning as you continue to scroll.
>Your gray sweatshirt covered in crumbs of various snacks you had consumed throughout the night.
>And the night before.
>Not to mention the sweat. You can't remember the last time you had taken it off.
>The curtains pulled over the window the way they had been for the last few days blocking out all sunlight.
>If it wasn't for the digital clock in the bottom right of her desktop you'd have no concept of time.
>Although the foot steps of your roommate were usually a pretty good indicator it was around 6:30am.
>Diverting your eyes from the list of posts to the time. The digital readout displaying 6:32am.
>Almost at the same time there was a knock on your bedroom door.
"Yeah?" You said sluggishly turning your head to the door.
>It was your roommate Anon, as if it would be anypony else.
>"I uh-have you been awake all night again? Anyway I left some money on the table if you want to not eat instant noodles for lunch."
>Your eyes half open and bloodshot.
"Thanks Anon." Forcing a small smile revealing a glimpse of your yellowing teeth.
>"Also I dropped off our rent yesterday, and I'm gonna need you to kick in this month. Half."
>Your eyes open wider gulping and darting your eyes away.
>"Is that a problem?"
"Nope! No I'll have it by the end of the month!" You spat out with a nervous smile looking back to your monitor.
>He stepped out of your doorway returning your door to the closed position and shortly after the opening and closing of the front door.
>Hitting the side of your head with a hoof.
"How am I gonna come up with half the rent in a month!"

>You've never had a job before! You don't even have your cutie mark! What COULD you even do worth being payed for!
>Scratching your oily mane before jumping out of your chair and pacing around your room.
>Wait a minute! Bitbits! You had opened a Bitbit Bag ages ago and bought some with the money you got for your birthday around the same time. Surely they've increased in value since then.
>Hopping happily back into your chair and logging into your Bitbit wallet.
'This is great!' You thought. 'I'll just cash in and I'll have more than just the rent! I'll be able to pay Anon back for all the months he had covered the whole thing!'
>Opening another tab you Swoogled the conversion rate of Bitbits to Bits.
>Quickly reading the boxes that flashed up on the page it looked like 1 Bitbit was about 2,200 Bits.
>And how many did you have?
>0.0001
>Your face scrunching up before letting out a sigh.
"Ok. Bitbits can go up or down dramatically at any time right? So I just wait for when it's enough for my half of the rent!"
>Sitting up in your chair you reach out your hoof and tap the key labeled F5.
>Then again.
>And again.
>And again.
>And again.
>Wait the numbers changed!
>1 Bitbit = 2,198 Bits
"Ugh! This is impossible!"
>Letting your head fall flat on your keyboard.
"How do ponies ACTUALLY make money from this!"

>Sighing again and lifting your head off the hard plastic keys.
>You open a third tab and entering 'how to make money from bitbits' into the Swoogle bar.
>Clicking the first link in the list you scroll until they get to the earning part.
>The first in the list was a Bitbit faucet.
"Sites will just give me Bitbits for being on them!? Sign me up!"
>You quickly get yourself registered on the top 5 Bitbit faucets.
"I think you've earned yourself a snack Floor Bored" You said with a satisfied smile as you made your way into the kitchen.
>Swinging open the cupboard and grabbing the half empty bag of chips.
>The bag between your teeth you strut back to your room not bothering to close the door you just opened.
>Flopping in the center of your mattress with your chips seated beside you.
>Yawning you scoop a hoofful of those cheesy triangles and dumping them into your mouth.
>Chomping and crunching loudly before gulping down the partially stale chips.
>With another yawn you roll over into your usually sleeping spot before passing out.
>Laying peacefully atop your covers warm from your sweatshirt and your cheese dusted hoof on the blanket.

>You wake up slowly rubbing your eyes.
>You feel the grains of cheese dust against your face.
"Eh.."You yawn swapping hooves to rub the sleep from your eyes.
>Dragging your cheesy hoof along the blanket before slinking out of bed.
>Slowly making your way to your computer to see what time it was.
>Hopping up into your chair with a yawn and nudging the mouse with a hoof.
>7:48pm
>Wow you were out for a while.
>At least Anon would be home.
>Might as well check your Bitbits while you were here anyway.
>Tabbing back in to check what you're up to.
>Glancing at the numbers you couldn't believe your eyes.
>Your jaw nearly dropping.
>557.3447 Bitbits.
>You have to tell Anon!
>Bursting through your door and sprinting through the kitchen nearly breaking Anons door down.
"You're never gonna believe it! We're rich!"
>Stamping your hooves and spinning in excitement before the confused human.
>"Just calm down a bit. What are you talking about Floor?"
"Bitbits! I started collecting them through a few faucets this afternoon and I just checked it and I've got like 1.2 million bits worth!"
>You squeal in immense joy leaping up in the air.
>Before you could land you feel a firm squeeze around your mid section.
>You didn't need to open your eyes to know what it was.
>Anon was holding you up with a look of shock and happiness on his face.
>"Holy shit that's amazing Floor! We can get one of those super upscale apartments and never have to work again! We can just spend all day playing vidya together!"
"And eating the best pizza in Equestria!"
>"And fucking"
>A lewd grin on Anons face as he held you off the floor.
"Oh we don't have to wait for me to cash all those Bitbits in for that" Returning the look of arousal to the one holding you.
>Placing your hooves on either side of Anons face you pull yourself closer to him your lips puckered and your eyes closed.
>"Floor.."

>"Floor."
>"Floor!"
>"Floor Bored wake up!"
>Your eyes snap open lifting your head from the pillow.
>A damp spot where your head was. Raising a hoof and wiping a fair bit of drool from the side of your face.
"Hmm..what?" Rubbing your eye opening them up slowly to see the blurry outline of Anonymous.
>"I just wanted to let you know Trixie and I are going out tonight so I'll be back late."
>Indecipherable noises escaped your mouth as you closed your eyes and lay your head back down on the pillow.
>Picking your head up off the pillow once you feel the cold damp spot on your cheek.
"Eh.."
>Flipping the pillow over and driving your head into the dry softness.
>"Night Floor." Anon whispered softly closing her door.
>Laying there with your eyes shut unable to get yourself back to sleep.
>Stupid dream.
>Anonymous doesn't see you like that.
>He wouldn't wanna be your roommate forever.
>You roll over onto your back and stare up at the ceiling taking a deep breath.
>Stupid Trixie.
"Anon would like me too if I was cute...and had a nice mane...and was confident." You mumbled with a sigh.
>Just focus on the rent. Maybe one day you'll work up the courage to tell Anonymous how you really feel.
>Maybe the dream was a premonition!
>Well about the Bitbits anyway.
>You jump out of bed and jiggle the mouse to check how much you've accrued.
>Your eyes wide waiting for the monitor to light up.
".00001 Bitbits." The excitement slowly fading from your face.
>Tabbing to the page of ways to earn Bitbits you scroll down to the next in the list.
"Exchange goods or services for Bitbits."
>Well you can't provide any services anypony would pay you for.
>Turning to your shelves overflowing with figures and various collectibles.
>And no goods you could sell either.
>Maybe theres some human junk around the apartment weirdos would want to buy.
>Maybe you could sell some socks or something.

>Pushing open the door to Anons room. The light from the kitchen creeps in lighting a sliver of the space.
>Reaching a hoof up you flick the switch that illuminates the entire area.
>Looking around for anything that you may be able to sell that Anon wouldn't miss.
>It wasn't the first time you'd been in here.
>Or the first time you'd been in here without Anon knowing.
>Looking around there was a distinct lack of socks and boxers and shirts strewn about.
>Venturing further to the dresser you reached up biting the handle and pulling the drawer out enough to peer in.
>Blushing at the sight of the Anons boxers.
"Jackpot!"
>There's no way he would tell if he was missing a pair or two.
>Snatching 2 pair of socks from the drawer...and a pair of boxers before kicking the drawer closed.
>Tossing the socks onto your desk and carefully placing the boxers under some clothes in your dresser.
>You opened the Bor browser and navigated to one of the common market places to make your ad about 'Authentic Human Artifacts'.
"Sooner or later some weird pony will bid on these and I'll have my have my half of the rent in no time!"

>Snatching the opened bag of chips from the floor you place it comfortably next to your keyboard within easy reaching distance.
>Scooping up some delicious artificial cheese flavored shards and quickly shoveling them into your mouth.
>You chomped them loudly while wiping your hoof off on your sweatshirt.
>Staring mindlessly into the monitor while stuffing your face.
>Normally at this point in the night you and Anon would watch a movie or something out in the living room.
>You couldn't help but feel jealous of the pony Anon had chosen to spend his night with.
>Well what to do now? Your only companion was out and left you here all by yourself.
>Watch one of the anime you'd seen a hundred times over?
>No you already know them like the back of your hoof.
>You didn't want to watch what you and Anon had been watching and spoil it for yourself then have to sit through it again.
>Maybe you could try and find a new album to listen to and just relax.
>After all it had been a pretty hard day trying to figure out how you were going make Bitbits.
>Yeah that's it. Opening up a tab you went to dragonoid.pw and filtered just the music from most recently uploaded.
>'Scum Buck Flower Colt'. A new album from one of that hip hop collective you forgot the acronym for.
>Clicking to download it you went out to the kitchen for a drink.

>Opening up the refrigerator door you pull out the 2 liter bottle.
>Popping the top off you pour it into the special cup Anon had got you.
>It was just a plastic cup with a removable top with a straw through it, but the straw had a ring just under the lid so you could hold the straw in your mouth and drink without having to use your hooves.
>Pouring the bright green fluid into the cup before returning the top to it.
>In typically fashion for you you took the straw in your mouth and walked back to your room sipping with each step while the cup dangled in front of you.
>Climbing up into your chair the rigid straw between your teeth suspending the container.
>You play your newly downloaded playlist of songs fiddling with volume control on your keyboard until it was just right.
>Leaning back in your chair your eyes closed.
>The already nearly empty cup resting against your chest while your teeth and lips hold it there.
>A loud chirp sounded over the beat you had begun to sink into.
>Opening your eyes and leaning forward placing your hooves on your desk.
"A response!"
>Eagerly opening the notification to see how big their offer was.
>Reading it through it looked like the pony was willing to pay .046 Bitbits for it.
>Switching to your Bitbits to Bits converter plugging in the numbers.
"100 Bits for just some dumb socks? This is gonna be easier than I thought!" You mumble while gripping the straw through your teeth.
>After your acceptance of the other users offer you send them your Bitbit Bag link and asking where you should send them.
>'I don't trust mail ponies, we can meet at Hayburger. You give me the socks and you get a hoofdrive with the Bitbits.'
>Hayburger!? Thats half way across town! Not to mention NOT in your apartment AND outside!

>You shudder thinking about how long its been since you've been out of your apartment let alone last time you went outside the building.
>Actually it was probably just before Anon became your roommate.
>You gulp nervously.
>Your eye starts winking and twitching furiously.
"Ok, ok. Deep breath Floor Bored." You say to yourself planting yourself to the carpet.
>Closing your eyes trying to control your breathing so you don't hyperventilate again.
>Exhaling and opening your eyes.
>Hopping into your chair you type out your message agreeing to the other ponies terms.

>After a a couple hours of leisure on the ponynet you heard the front door open.
>Pausing your music you could hear Anonymous and Trixie through your door.
>"Thanks for the great and powerful night Anonymous." The show pony said with her usual inflection.
>"Yeah it was cool. Maybe next time we can find something a bit softer to lay on though." A small laugh escaping from the two of them.
>You lowered your head and growled.
"Stupid Trixie." You muttered under your breath gritting your teeth.
>A few seconds after the front door closed a knock came on yours.
"Come in Mr. Great and Powerful." The words came out snide not bothering to turn your head away from your screen.
>Anon was already half way in your doorway by the time you responded.
>"A little embarrassing you heard that, and also how sore I am after-" You cut Anonymous off.
"I really don't want to know."
>"Uh sure. You know you probably shouldn't be up all night if you're gonna make enough for your half by the end of the month."
>Snapping your head to the side looking over to Anon.
"Actually I already have a plan to get all the money thank you!" You say smugly.
>"Alright Floor. Night." Anon said before closing your door.
"No you!" Calling out through your door.

>You wake sprawled out on your bed.
>Wiping the drool from your lip you turn to see light peeking around the corners of your curtains.
>With a loud yawn you roll out of bed.
>Peeling the sweatshirt from your sweat dampened fur and up over your head.
>Tossing the disgusting garment back on the bed reaching for a dark brown one half on and half off your dresser.
>Slipping your head and legs into it and wiggling it down your body.
>You figured since you were going out you should probably change clothes.
>After all it had been what?
>3? 4? Weeks since you had a change of clothes anyway so it was about time.
>Walking past your desk and slowly opening your door looking to the clock on the wall.
>1 o'clock.
>The money Anon left on the table yesterday was still there.
>Stuffing the denominations into the large pocket on your sweatshirt.
>Since you have to go to Hayburger anyway might as well get something. It was around lunchtime anyway.
>With another yawn you walk into the bathroom looking in the mirror.
>Squinting slightly from the bright light above the vanity.
>The light made the grease on your mane shine.
>It also made the unkempt fur on your neck and what little of your chest could be seen revealed by the old stretched sweatshirt much more visible than dim light of your room.
>Lifting your lips and tilting your head to look at your yellowing teeth.
>You debated for a second on brushing but it was time for lunch anyway.
>Don't want your Hayburger to taste gross from the minty aftertaste.
>Not bothering to close the door you lift the cover of the toilet and climb up to squat over the seat.
>Closing your eyes and sighing in relief as the familiar trickling sound echos off the porcelain.
>Hopping off relieved you walk back into your room stuffing the pair of Anons socks into your sweatshirt pocket.
>Standing in front of your front door you take a deep breath.
>Reaching up you turn the handle and push the door out into the hallway of the apartment complex.

>Lifting your hoof up slowly to take a step.
>Holding it there trembling a bit before reeling back and placing it back down to its previous position.
>Taking a deep breath you hang your head looking to where the the separate carpet patterns met.
>Gulping you take a step into the hallway.
>Then another.
>And another until you're completely out of the apartment.
>That wasn't so bad. There weren't even any other ponies around.
>Closing your door you make your way over to the elevator.
>Reaching up you tap the down arrow and watch as the needle above the doors gradually reaches your floor.
>The two pieces of metal part revealing a pony sitting contently looking back at you.
>"Going down t-"
>Taking a nervous step back you open your mouth to try and reply.
>Nothing comes out.
>Seeing the door to the building stairway you lunge for it pushing past the door and slamming it behind you.
>Breathing heavily you lean against the wall out of view of the small glass slit in the doorway.
>Why was that pony talking to you?
>Did he know you?
>You didn't know him!
>Why was he looking at you like that?
>Was...was he...checking you out?
>You feel your skin burn up under your fur.
>Was a pony interested in you?
>You press you face against the thin glass rectangle on the door looking to the elevator doors.
>You catch a glimpse of the ponies confused gaze before the doors shut.
>Peeling your face from the glass and turning to the stairs.
>You begin your decent down the dim concrete shaft.

>Sweat pouring from your face you finally reach the bottom of the stairway.
>Panting pushing open the door into the lobby.
>If your sweatshirt was any lighter a color the sweat stains would be not just noticeable by smell but sight as well.
>'Ok no ponys looking at you, just get through the lobby.'
>Putting your head down you walk briskly toward to door of the building.
>Squinting your eyes from the sunlight coming through the windows.
>Pushing your head against the revolving glass door you walk the half circle to the outside.
>Picking your hoof up shielding your eyes from the unfiltered sun.
"Ugh Celestia it's hot out here." You mutter to your self heading off to the meeting spot.

>After more exercise than you've had in the last couple years you make it to your meeting spot.
>Approaching the establishment you can see through the windows its packed.
>Seeing all those ponies in one place at once.
>You'd practically be rubbing against them.
>Your heart starts to race and you can feel your skin start to heat up again and you neck starts itching.
>You stop in your tracks.
>Your legs tremble.
>Knees weak.
>Neck sweaty.
>Moms spaghetti
>Taking a shaky step forward forcing yourself to get closer.
>'You can't let Anon think you're just a mooch that's incapable of pulling your own weight.'
>You freeze.
>'THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE!' You scream in your head while you stand paralyzed.

>Is that what Anon thinks of you?
>Just a mooch?
>Just some lazy pony he's stuck with for now?
>What's it been 5 months Anon has payed the rent in a row?
>And not only that but he's always stocking the apartment with food.
>Maybe that's why he's been going out with other mares so much lately.
>Is he looking for a new roommate?
>Or maybe he's trying to find a marefirend and move in with them!
>You audibly gasp lifting your head.
>Shifting your gaze off the ground you realize you've been trembling and mumbling to yourself just beyond the doors of the restaurant.
>Ponies coming in, leaving and just passing by were giving you odd looks.
>Forcing a painfully nervous smile for half a second you forget the place is full and rush through the doors approaching the open space on the counter.
>"Welcome to Hayburger home of the Hayburger may I take your order?" The words from the adolescent pony fell flat and monotone. Her half closed dead eyes seemed to look right through you.
"uh..2 double Hayburgers." Your head down trying not make eye contact.
>"What? You gotta speak up."
>Clearing your throat you repeat your order and try a little louder.
>She gives you your total and you hand over the hoofful of coins from your pocket.
>Your head remained down almost as if you were making an offering to a feared god.
>The money was exchanged for a tray with your food.
>Turning you looked around for the pony you were going to meet.

>You notice a hooded pony in the back corner of the restaurant.
>They're making motions waving for you to come over.
>Looking to your sides you don't see any other ponies near you.
>Walking over you approach the table.
"Uhm...do I know you?"
>"Shh no talking." The cloaked pony said placing a hoofdrive on the table.
>A mint green hoof remaining on the table.
>You look down at the small piece of plastic confused.
"...uhm." Your mouth slightly agape still staring downward.
>"The socks, I'm buying the socks from you, the Bitbits are on the hoofdrive." She said in a loud whisper.
"Wait a minute...Lyra? Lyra Heartstrings?" You tilt your head trying to get a better view of her face.
>Ordinarily you couldn't remember anyone you went to school with aside from your bullies but she was the only one that ever bothered to even talk to you.
>Guess it turns out she was right about all that human stuff.
>"Shhh!" She says placing a hoof over your mouth. "Do you have them or not?"
>You nod your head taking them out of your pocket.
>As soon as they're in view a yellow aura appears around them before the pony and the socks fly out of the restaurant.
>Sitting down you slip the drive into the newly emptied pocket and begin your meal.

>Pushing open the door to your apartment you step in and gladly close it behind you
"Anon! Anon are you home?" You call out having a quick look around
>Making your way to the fridge you open it up taking the bottle of your favorite bright green liquid
>Taking a large swig you plop yourself down in front of your computer
>'Since Anons not home...' You thought to yourself
>Checking your door to make sure its closed before putting on your headphones
>Your hoof slides down your dirty sweatshirt before feeling the sweat dampened fur of your thigh
>Your other hoof scrolling through a list of porn videos as you try and find the right one
>Settling on a squirting compilation you begin to rub your slit
>Slowly at first but gradually increasing as your hoof gets slicker
>Watching the monitor intently you begin to pant
>Your legs spread wide and hanging over the arms of your chair
>Moans and heavy breaths escaping you getting ever closer to climax
>Biting your lower lip and slamming your eyes shut
>You hear the noise of a door open
>Twisting your head so fast to see if it was yours your headphones fly off
>At nearly the same time you rip your hoof from between your thoroughly dampened thighs
>Spinning in your chair to try to snatch one of your sweatshirts to cover up the wet spot on the chair
>Leaning just a little to far you topple over and come crashing to the floor
>Your door flys open after the loud noise
>"Floor are you ok?" Anon questions standing in your door way
>Peering over your fallen chair trying to hide as much of you as possible
"J-just fell asleep in my chair and had a n-nightmare I'm fine" Forcing an uncomfortable smile while panting as if you had run a marathon
>"Well anyway thanks for all the help getting me that 'special juice' Anon" The bright purple pony said before heading off down the hall.
"Who was that?" You ask seeing the pony walk past the doorway
>"Oh that's just Berry Punch. She just needed me for something
"Oh" Looking down at the floor

>"Are you alright? That fall sounded pretty hard" Anon said tying to console the down looking pony.
"I'm just gonna go nap." Slumping down behind your overturned chair and curling up on the floor.
>"You sure we could go get some food my lunch breaks only half over."
"No." The sound lazily fell from your lips.
>You could hear Anon saying something but were too wrapped up in still be on the edge of orgasm and the embarrassment of being caught on the edge of orgasm.

>The arousal had gone but the embarrassment stayed.
>You were laying on the carpet for what seemed like forever.
>Sighing you look over and see the hoofdrive on the floor.
>It must have fallen out of your pocket when you fell over.
>Standing up you plug it into one of the ports on the front your desktop.
"Just gonna transfer these to my Bitbit wallet and get back to wallowing." You say not even bothering to stand your chair back up.
>Your movements were slow and listless.
>Not that your movements were full of pep or energy anyway.
>Unless it was masturbating.
>But given the events of today you'll probably be too traumatized to flick the bean again for at least a day or so.
"Wait a minute...this is empty! Theres no Bitbits on this drive!"

>Was it a mistake?
>Was it intentional?
>She was trying to fuck you over!
>She thinks you're just the same pony as you were back in school.
>Too shy and anxious to ever speak up about anything.
>Well...
>Yeah. You are.
>Your fire quickly dissipating.
>But you needed those Bitbits.
>If you were the reason you and Anon got evicted he wouldn't see you as just a roommate but would hate you too!
>You can't lose the only friend you've ever had or the only place in all Equestria you feel at home!
>Tapping your hoof nervously debating if you should do something or do nothing.
>No why were you even thinking about this?
>Of coarse you have to do something!
>You may still be a spergy, anxious, and otherwise a giant autist but you aren't the same kid that can just get pushed around all the time.
>And Lyras gonna find out just how much you've changed.
>Your fire slowly returning to you.
>But how were you gonna find her?
>Well Lyra and whats her name that owns the candy store have been inseparable for as long as you can remember.
>Looking at the clock it was almost time for the candy store to close.
>Pulling the drive from the desktop you rush out of the door thinking of what to say to Lyra when you see her.

>Your head flooding with things to say and rehearsing possible scenarios.
>Bolting through the lobby your anxiety pushed aside.
>'Who does she think she is?'
>'Thinking she can trick YOU.'
>Storming down the road to Bon Bons candy shop.
>It was new feeling actually standing up for yourself and not being afraid of what somepony would say to you.
>It felt good actually.
>Smiling a little to yourself.
>'I bet she'll be all like 'Oh Floor I'm so sorry'' You thought to yourself.
>Then you'll be all 'Well if you aren't you will be soon!' and you'll really give it to her then.
>Or maybe you could demand more for trying to fuck you over.
>'Yeah you're gonna give me the Bitbits and you're gonna triple what we agreed too!'
>Oh she's gonna be real sorry.
>You can see the candy store off in the distance.
>Your fantasies swirling in your head.
>You approach the door just as Bon Bons flipping the sign from open to closed.
"Wait!" You say from the other side of the glass door.
>She opens the door with a sign.
>"We're closed." Raising her hoof to point to the sign hanging in the door.
"I-I was uhm looking for L-lyra...I-is she here?" You say stuttering after clearing your throat.
>The pony hangs her head and opens the door.
>"She'll be upstairs probably. It's the door with the hand on it." Putting emphasis on the word hand. Saying it almost with disgust.
>She motions to the door in the back of the shop while she starts to clean up the shop.
>On the other side of the door is well furnished living area.
>Certainly much nicer than yours anyway.
>Peering up the stairs you walk slowly up the soft carpet.
>You find the door with the symbol Bon Bon had said to look for.
>It was cracked just enough to see into it.
>Pushing it open a little further you look around.
>It doesn't look like Lyra is here.
>Turning your head to the right you see a wall lined with Apple Pis.
>Staring at what must close to 80 of the devices.

>'With all these I could have the rent in no time!' You thought to yourself.
>Your eyes narrowing with a grin growing on your face.
>Stepping quietly closer to the wall of blinking lights.
>You look over your shoulder to make sure no pony is there.
>One by one you begin to unplug and remove the devices from their racks.
>Stuffing the small rectangular computers into your sweatshirt pocket.
>Quickly filling the limited space available in the one small pocket.
>Stretching your sweatshirt and placing more pieces of the other mares mining rig between your sweatshirt and chest.
>Continuing with increasing speed, loading up on as many of the Apple Pis as you can carry.
>Your sweatshirt visibly lumpy.
>The edges of the small computers jabbing your chest while you move.
>Moving quickly leaving the room.
>Trying your hardest to keep the devices in place while going down the stairs.
>Opening the door to the store you're face to face with the owner.
>"Did you find her up there?"
"U-uh y-yes I r-really havetogonowbye."
>Forcing the words out quickly while making your way to the street.
>Moving as fast as you could with a sweatshirt full of micro-computers.
>'You did it.'
>'You actually did it! You stood up for yourself!'
>For the first time in your life you didn't just take whatever shit somepony pushed on you.
>It was great!

>You rode the elevator up to your floor.
>Unable to remove the dumb grin from your face.
>Happily walking to your door and swinging it open.
>Kicking it closed with one of your back legs.
>Lifting up your sweatshirt over your bed the machines fall out creating a small pile.
>Standing above your bed you count the stolen pieces of equipment.
>33.
>33 things that will save you and Anon from eviction!