SciTwi & Anon Part 1

The writing prompt was Twilight asking: >"Uhhh, mmm... Anon? W-what are you doing after school?"

"Not much. Probably gonna check out that new club that opened up. Lily knows the guy who owns the place, so I should be able to get in easily enough."
>The new kid wrings her hands nervously.
>"O-oh, I see."
>Your phone buzzes, and you pull out out of your pocket.
>New Message (1): From Lily
>"sry anon. cant make it tonite. change of plans LOL ;)."
>Fucking lesbians. Count on them to be total bros until a hot slut comes around and steals them from you.
>Twilight seems to notice your frown.
>"Is something...wrong?"
"You're damn right something is wrong. Fucking Lily bailed on me. Probably eating Daisy's carpet as we speak."
>"Why would she eat--"
"So my plans for tonight are up in smoke. And I really don't want to waste another night coming to terms with my life and confronting my feelings. Maybe I could sneak in by pretending to have a vagina or something."
>Wait a minute.
"Twilight, you're a girl, right?"
>She hesitantly looks down and examines her body, as if unsure of the answer.
>"I think so. I have developing breasts, and last time I checked I don't have a Y chromosome..."
>You wave your hand to cut her off.
"That's great. Maybe you could be my ticket in for tonight."
>Twilight looks around to make sure that you aren't addressing anyone else, then points to herself.
>"Me?"
"Yes, it'll be perfect. You'll easily get in because you're a girl. I'll get in because I'm with you, and we'll both have a great time. What do you say?"
>The new kid looks down and holds her hands together, thinking it over.
>"A great time? Together?"
"Yep. Don't worry. I don't bite. I think."
>"Uhh, okay. I-if you say so--"
"Great!" you shout triumphantly, fist pumping like an idiot.
>You start to make your way back home.
"I'll meet you there at 8! And who knows? You might even find yourself some new friends, or maybe even a boyfriend!"
>"Y-you too..."

>Muffled club music emanates from the building as you wait in line to enter.
>Where the hell is Twibright? Er, Twilight.
>She seemed nice enough to not stand you up. But then again, girls seem to be an expert in being two-faced jerks.
>One moment she's giving you a hug and telling you she loves you, and the next moment she's blowing Chad while giving you the finger. Just because you texted her a minute later than she wanted.
>Well fuck you bitch. You don't need her.
>You are definitely not sad right now thinking about this definitely hypothetical slut that completely crushed your poor hormone-saturated heart.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar face wearing a rather tight dress. It seemed odd seeing her like that. Usually she looked so...nerdy.
"Hey, over here!" you shout, waving her over.
>She makes her way towards you, almost tripping on her heels.
"Not used to wearing those?"
>"N-not really. Do I look okay?"
>You scan her up and down.
"Yep, that's a girl. We're good to go."
>It's hard to notice in the dark, but she's blushing from your "compliment," albeit a tad bit confused.
>After what feels like forever, you finally arrive at the entrance. The door guy blocks your path.
>"IDs please."
>You pull out your fake ID and he pretends to examine it.
>"Are you sure that she's a girl?"
>It takes all your energy not to scoff then and there.
"Am I sure? She's a girl."
>The door guy puts a finger to his chin.
>"We need to be absolutely sure. There have been some single dudes trying to sneak in disguised as girls. Traps, if you will."
"Traps?"
>"And thankfully, I am an expert in identifying traps."
"That's wonderful, man," you say as you roll your eyes. "But she doesn't have a penis."
>The entire time this exchange has been going on, Twilight has been looking to the side, holding her hands together. She must not be used to being the center of attention.
>"I'll need proof."
>Proof? Is this fucker trying to see some tits or something?
"Like what?"
>"Something...firm," he says with a smirk.
>Oh for fuck's sake.
>Before you can make a witty comeback, Twilight speaks up.
>"I started my period yesterday."
>"What?"
"What?"
>The eavesdropping couple behind you dry heaves a bit.
>"I can prove it to you," she says as she starts to motion towards her nethers, as if to pull out her "proof."
>"Err, you guys are good to go."
>The door guy opens the door as the two of you enter. Hot, stuffy air and blaring music immediately hit you.
>"Have fun."
"We will. Don't worry."
>You enter the club, and it's crowded as fuck.
>Strobe lights shoot from the ceiling, and the dance floor is crowded as the DJ blasts his "remix" of various hit songs.
>All that plus the limited visibility and stench of alcohol, sweat, and vomit, it was definitely your typical club.
"Fucking pervert. I'm sorry about that whole fiasco, Twi."
>You make your way to a conveniently empty table in order to talk to her.
"Usually the door guys are total bros."
>Twilight seems to be a bit less nervous now.
>"I-it's fine."
"But we're in, all thanks to you."
>A thought crosses your mind.
"Are you really on your period?"
>"Not really."
"Wait. You were bluffing?"
>"It's statistically proven that guys tend to be weirded out by periods and other related bodily functions that females have to go through."
"Twilight, you're a genius," you say as you raise a closed hand.
>Your plus one lightly bumps your fist.
"Now as a way of saying thanks, let's get you a drink. I'm buying."
>"Oh, I don't really--"
"Don't be ridiculous. No one can enjoy themselves at a club unless their minds are either numb or non-functioning. Nobody in their right mind would spend their time at a place like this. Trust me. Just one drink."
>"Just one?"
"Sure. Now what'll it be. A beer or a shot?"
>Before she can reply, you get out of your seat.
"A shot? Two shots? Okay, I'll be right back! I'm getting a whole bottle!"

>You are Twilight.
>And this is rather exciting.
>Well, sure, the music's loud and you can't possibly comprehend how anyone could actually enjoy being here.
>Maybe they're masochists. Or maybe you're just weird.
>It's probably the latter. All that time spent by yourself did quite a number on your social skills.
>What's left of them, anyways.
>But hey, maybe your life is going to turn around now.
>After all, you now have a friend.
>Anonymous is your friend now, right?
>He doesn't seem hate you or try to avoid you, even though he did use you to get in.
>And he's even buying you a drink. Girls seem to brag about that sort of thing all the time.
>Maybe you're not as far gone as you thought before.
>"Excuse me? Is this seat taken?"
>A rather large figure looms over the table. He's smiling.
"Not currently, no," you respond automatically before you can catch yourself.
>He takes the other seat and extends a hand.
>"Now tell me, what is a pretty girl like you doing all by yourself?"
>You look away, hoping he doesn't see you blush.
"Y-you really think I'm pretty?"
>The big guy leans back and gives a hearty laugh.
>"Of course. I wouldn't make my way all across the floor just to lie to you."
>He does have a point.
>"So...how about we get to know each other a little better?" the large gentleman asks as he gets up and extends a hand.
>Although he seems friendly, you have to admit that you're a little intimidated right now.
"N-no thanks. I'll just sit here?"
>"And waste a perfect? Don't be ridiculous," he says as he grabs your hand. "Let's dance!"
>You try to fight back, but he's far too strong.
"Please let go!"
>But he doesn't seem to hear you, almost dragging you out of your seat.
>Your eyes dart frantically across the room, searching for Anon.
>Where is he?

>You are Anonymous, and you are admittedly a little buzzed.
>Fucking bartender conned you good. Made you pay double the price for a bottle of vodka just because he was cunning enough to identify a fake ID, which he also took and will probably sell later that night.
>The bastard even rubbed his hands together as you counted up the money.
>You swear, the first chance you get, you're breaking his freakish beak of a nose.
"Hey, Twi!" you call out even though you know she can't hear you. "I got the bottle. It cost me an arm and a leg, though, so we better finish it. I took a couple swigs already, so hopefully you're not afraid of germs. The alcohol would kill them though, right? I dunno, I never paid attention in bio...the heck?"
>The table was empty, meaning one of a few possible scenarios happened.
>One, she needed to go to the bathroom.
>Two, she found a hookup.
>Three, she bailed altogether, in which case, more happy juice for you.
>Or four, someone's stealing your date. But that's unlikely to ha--
>"Anon!"
>Well fuck.
>Using your slightly inebriated sense of hearing, you locate a very panicked Twilight trying to pull herself away from...a big guy.
>It's really hard to see in here. You might as well be colorblind.
>Damn it. You came here to get shitfaced, not to be a hero in some girl's storybook. Those stories never end well for the guy.
>He would save her from a fire-breathing dragon, then she'd thank him, then they'd get married, then she'd divorced him ten years later with her taking half the man's possessions, including his soul and the children.
>Bedtime stories just ain't what they used to be.
>Being the intelligent drunk you are, you rush over to the table to safely store the bottle before things get messy.
"Don't move, precious. I'll be right back," you coo to the bottle.
>Now it's time to be the cliche hero. Here goes nothing.
"Hey you!"
>The dragon of this story doesn't respond. Music's too loud.
"HEY YOU! THE GUY WITH THE CUTE GIRL!"
>The date thief and a few other guys look in your direction, and the girls whose dates don't look scowl at their partners.
"YES, YOU!" you shout, pointing at the guy holding Twilight. "LET GO OF HER."
>The man tilts his head and gives you a funny look. His expression seems to say, "dis nigga serious?"
>He lets go of her and makes his way towards you.
>You know he looked big from afar, but...shit dude. What have you gotten yourself into?
>"Is there a problem?"
"Yeah," you say, trying not to sound like a total pussy. "S-she's mine."
>Not "sir, that is my date, and I would appreciate it if you would take your hands off of her."
>Not "look, I think there's a misunderstanding here. Let's be adults and discuss this like civilized people."
>You had to say "she's mine."
>Hopefully he doesn't take it the wrong way. The both of you are men of intelligence, right?
>"I saw her first. Back off, fuckboy."
>Of course.
"I don't think you understand. I came here with her."
>The big guy picks you up by the collar, like all big guys seem to do when intimidating someone.
>Your feet are no longer touching the ground. That doesn't feel so good.
>He turns to Twilight.
>"This faggot with you?"
>She's frozen in shock. Doesn't really like the spotlight, does she?
>Come on, say something. Nod your head. Twi, I'm begging you. That bottle is waiting for me to come back to it safe and sound.
>"I...err..."
>He smirks and turns back to you.
>"Looks like you were lying, fuckboy. I hate lying."
>It looks like things are going to turn very ugly, very quickly.
"Please put me down," you ask in one final attempt at peace.
>"Or else what, fuckboy?"
>Man, he really liked to use that word.
>What do you do now, Anonymous? Your world is about to end.
>Fuck it.
>You bring your head back and smash it into his temple, causing him to drop you and clutch his face in pain.
>"Ahh, fuck! You done it now, fuckboy!"
>You get up and assume a fighting stance.
>A crowd forms a circle around you as they eagerly watch the most exciting thing to happen this night.
>"Fight! Fight! Fight!" the chant.
>But you don't want to fight. You want to drink and be happy for a few fleeting hours.
>Perhaps girls are bad luck magnets.
>Twilight is nowhere to be seen.
>Hopefully she's protecting that bottle for you.
>Your opponent step up to you and quickly throws you a jab. You try to move out of the way, but it still hits the side of your chest.
>Thankfully there's some alcohol in your system to dull the pain.
>Unfortunately that also means you're slower to react, which is really bad given that you're not a fighter.
>You try to retaliate with a punch to his core, but he only flinches a little as you make impact.
>Dude must work out.
>Well shit. You can't punch him to death. One strike to your head would probably knock it clean off. And you're running out of time. You probably have half a minute, tops.
>You try to swing another punch to his jaw, but he grabs your arm in a tight grip.
>Out of instinct, you try to break free with a kick, but he catches that with his other hand.
This is totally not good.
>He pick you up with little effort, your smaller frame dangling helplessly over his head.
>The crowd cheers.
>You say your prayers.
>Fueled by his rage and his massive gains, he throws you several feet across the room.
>People move out of the way as you skid and roll over, stopping just short of a table.
>You're not gonna lie. Everything hurts right now. Can't even see straight.
>But a familiar shape forms next to you. A sense of calm washes over you, and a little bit of the pain goes away.
"I'm glad you're still safe," you say with a hoarse voice.
>You pick her up and clutch her tightly against your chest.
"I know our time together was short, but I just want you to know that I've enjoyed every little second we shared."
>Your heart is starting to break.
>The big guy is making his way over. You don't have much time left.
"What I'm about to do is not going to be pretty. You're going to get hurt, and I'm going to lose what little dignity I have left. I just hope that sometime in the future, you'll find it inside yourself to forgive me."
>You unscrew her top and take a big swig of the liquid courage inside, holding it in your mouth. The stuff burns your tongue and makes your cheeks feel numb, but you don't swallow.
>"Your drinks aren't going to save you now, fuckboy," he jeers as the distance between the two of you closes.
>You fumble a little as you reseal the bottle.
>Just when he's within arm's reach, you spew the contents directly into his face.
>"What the fuck?"
>He covers his face as the strong liquor threatens to work itself into his eyes.
>This is your chance. Now or never.
>Flipping the bottle over so that the opening is facing downwards, you grip the handle and swing it like a bat against his lower thigh.
>The big guy grunts in pain as he falls on his knees, hands still covering his face.
>You swing the bottle again, this time against his head.
>A crisp clinking sound is heard as you deliver the devastating blow.
>The crowd cheers.
>Your opponent crumples to the ground, completely dazed.
>It worked. You can't believe it worked.
>You'd be jumping for joy right now if your everything doesn't hurt.
>Now it's time to finish this.
>Just as you're about to end this fight, a hand grabs your shoulder.
>You turn around to face a very unhappy security guard.
>Another appears and yanks the bottle from you. You now notice that there's some blood on the surface.
>Welp, busted.
"Come on guys," you joke. "Can I at least finish him? The fight's almost over, I promise."
>"No, sir," he responds firmly. "It's over now.""
>He and his buddy grab your arms and begin to forcefully escort you out. The crowd boos them for ruining their entertainment.
>Looking back, you see another guard checking on the guy who you just beat. From the looks of it, he'll live, although he probably has a concussion.
>But where's Twilight?
"Twi? Where are ya, Twi?"
>"Shut the fuck up, pal."
"No, you don't understand. I came here with--oof!"
>They reach the entrance and throw you out into the dirty alley before re-entering the building and shutting the door.
>You push yourself back up and bang against the closed entrance.
"Let me back in! I just need to grab my friend and I'll leave! I promise!"
>But there's no response. At least from inside the building.
>"Your 'friend.' I suppose that's me?" a voice from behind you asks.
>Startled, you turn around to face your plus one.
"Twilight? How did...where...huh?"
>"I suppose this social event is over for us?"
>You lean on your knees and take a breath, careful not to hurt your lungs.
"I guess, yeah. Where were you?"
>"Looking for help," she responds unamused with crossed arms.
"Help? You mean the guards?"
>She nods.
>You scoff, which causes you to cough painfully.
"Come on, Twi. That wasn't really necessary. I had it all under control."
>"I assure you, things were definitely not under control. You could've gotten seriously hurt!"
>You shrug.
"I'm a guy. That's what we do best."
>"How can you joke about this? You're covered in bruises, and probably have a few cracked ribs and who knows what else!"
>You can't help but laugh a bit at her reaction, which causes more pain to spike in your chest. You're fucked up worse than you originally thought.
>"What so funny?" she demands.
"I'm sorry. It's just that I didn't know you had such a backbone. It suits you. Really. Did you take mine after the other guy knocked it out?"
>"That's not funny."
"Alright, alright."
>More pain comes searing up your side as the alcohol starts to wear off.
"In all seriousness, if you could help me get to the nearest hospital, I'll owe you one."
>Twilight seems to think it over for a few seconds.
>"Come with me. My home's not far from here."
>She grabs your arms and starts to lead the way.
"Twi, I said hospital. I need a doctor. Or a gun. Any way to end this misery because shit's starting to hurt pretty bad right now."
>She doesn't respond as the two of you exit the alley and make your way down the street towards her home.
"Okay then, but if I die, it's your funeral."

>Twilight opens the entrance to her home and you stumble in after her.
>It's getting harder to breathe and hold your balance, and she grips you tightly as you steady yourself.
>"How are you feeling?"
"Not too hot."
>"Okay, careful now."
>She lowers you gently onto the living room couch. Some springs groan under your weight.
"Hopefully you have a way to unfuck me?"
>"I'm sort of an expert in biology. And chemistry. Just about anything scientific, really."
"So, that's a yes?"
>"I believe so."
"Good, because if I die, my parents are going to kil--"
>A sharp pain shoots up your side as you find yourself unable to breathe or speak. You feel as if a morbidly obese elephant decided to have some tea and use your chest as its unwilling seat.
>Twilight doesn't seem to panic as all this is happening.
>"You're suffering from pneumothorax. Good thing it happened now instead of earlier. We have to move quickly if you want to live."
>Is she crazy? Oh man, you're going to die, aren't you? You beat a guy who was way bigger than you, only for him to get the last laugh. Well fuck you, big guy.
>"Stay right here. I'll be right back."
>Not as if you can move anywhere.
>Your hands claw at your throat as if they could somehow stop the suffocation.
>The agony. Oh man, the agony. It hurts to live right now.
>If you survive this, you're definitely going to have nightmares later.
>A faint hissing sound can be heard down the hallway, as if a mechanical door opened then shut itself.
>Each second feels like an eternity.
>Black spots start to cloud your vision, and soon you find it almost impossible to see.
>But after a while, the pain starts to recede.
>Is this what it feels like to die? You know what? It isn't so bad.
>Your life flashes before your eyes as your final moment draws near.
>Ah, good times. Hanging out with your friends, your first date, that one time you beat up a guy with a bottle of vodka.
>Feels like it happened only recently.
>Just as you're about to surrender your life to the heavens above, a sharp but dull pain pokes at your arm.
>Then a couple seconds later, more pain follows. A lot more pain.
>Is this some sort of cruel joke?
>You start to scream as your body biologically unfucks itself at an accelerated and extremely painful rate.
>Your bones and various organs fix themselves back to their original states, and you seize up as hot searing pain washes over you again and again like waves on the beach.
>Twilight covers your mouth with a hand, muffling your voice and preventing the neighbors from suspecting that a murder is taking place.
>After what feels like another eternity, everything gradually calms down. You no longer feel pain. In fact, you feel as if you just woke up.
>You shakily move her hand off your mouth.
"What the hell was that?"
>She picks up a handheld syringe pump.
>"Something I invented. Causes the body to fix any damage at an accelerated rate with the cost of temporarily overworking your biological energy-production cycles."
"Huh?"
>"It fixes you up, but you'll be pretty tired for a while after."
"Tired? I don't feel..."
>Then fatigue hits you like a train, as if it was waiting for you to say that sentence.
"...tired."
>Silence follows the next minute or so, you looking at the ceiling and Twilight looking at you.
>"Why, Anon?"
"Hm?"
>You turn your head to see a rather teary-eyed Twilight.
>"Why would you put yourself in danger just to save me?"
>It takes some time for you to think of an answer.
"To be honest, I don't really know. It was sort of instinct, I guess."
>"Instincts usually are geared toward self-preservation."
"But some are also meant for the protection of others, even at the cost of its own safety."
>Twilight laughs for the first time you can remember.
>"So you do pay attention in biology."
"Hey, you're not the only one who wants to graduate."
>More silence.
"Look, don't think this is your fault. It was my idea to go to that dumb club, and it was wrong of me to use you to get in. If anything, I deserved it."
>"And it was my choice to go with you," she replies. "You can't hog all the blame for yourself."
"Now who's the smartass here?"
>The both of you share a weak laugh.
>After some more awkward silence, Twilight speaks up.
>"Well, you're in no shape to make it home. So you can stay here for the night."
"Don't mind if I do," you mumble, sleep starting to work its way into your brain.
>"I'll be in the other room if you need anything."
"Mhmm."
>Your host gets up to leave, but then hesitates.
>Suddenly, she bends over and plants a gentle kiss on your cheek before breaking into a sprint down the hallway.
>That same mechanical door you heard before quickly opens and shuts, and her footsteps disappear. A faint smell of lavender fills your nose.
>The air feels a bit cold where she just kissed you, but you don't mind. Your face suddenly feels hot anyways.
>There's no point in fighting it as you drift off to sleep, the events of the night replaying in your head.
>Just before you fall unconscious, you wonder what's going on in that secret room of hers.
>And if she has anything that could help you easily beat that big guy in a fight.
>Or at the very least generate cheap booze.