Damaged Goods, by Doc_SH

Damaged Goods Doc_SH !wo3x02pFrs 02/26/14(Wed)23:11 UTC-5 No.16513564
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>A boom of thunder echoes overhead as the light of the screen dances across your face
>The sounds of grunts and flesh meeting metal emanate from your television as your staring intensifies
>Another deafening roar tears open the sky with a flash of lightning quickly chasing it
>The lightning lights up your room to reveal a large shadow hanging over you
>Tossing your PS2 control away from yourself you jump off the edge of your bed, spinning around
>In front of the window you see Gram-Gram's old Victorian coat rack, along with your coat hanging off of it
"Fucking relic... That's enough Silent Hill for tonight. Play Silent Hill he said... It'll be fun he said... "
>Mumbling to yourself, you shut down the PS2. Fuck finding a save point, your nerves cant handle this shit right now
>Looking around the room you sigh
>Gram-Gram left you her old Victorian house --in the middle of Georgia-- in her will, as well as a hefty inheritance
>Though with all good things to fall into your lap, there was a catch
>You could not sell off the house, you actually had to live in it and take care of it to even touch your money
>Ah well, besides the house freaking you right the fuck out, it was a nice gesture. Plus its not so bad...
>During the day
>Shaking your head you come to the conclusion that you need a drink, time to venture to the kitchen
>Opening the door of your bedroom you step out into the darkened hallway
>Fuck this shit this ain't no horror movie, you pop on the lights via the switch and are greeted by glorious none natural light
>'Bueno', you think to yourself as you walk down the hall to the stairs, popping on every light you come across
>Your bastard of a friend was a horror nutjob who's been trying to get you to play Silent Hill for the last few years
>You eventually succumbed to his demands since, during the move, he sent you with with his copies of the series
>God damnit you hate how far the kitchen is from your room in this place

Damaged Goods Doc_SH !wo3x02pFrs 02/26/14(Wed)23:16 UTC-5 No.16513644
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>>16513564
>Upon finally arriving you smile, knowing your reward awaits you
>The kitchen is mostly empty, which is a shame because you remember how it looked when Gram-Gram had it all decked out
>Usually you just cook your meals with the few pots and pans you brought with you and flee back to your room
>Striding across the kitchen, you reach your favorite cupboard of all time and swing it open
>Glorious rows of hard liquor meet your eyes, Gram-Gram knew you love drinking
>Shit you missed the old bat
>After grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a glass, you begin to make your way make to your room
>While shutting off the lights as you go you begin to notice the pitter patter of rain on your windows
"Well it's about time, was sick of just hearing thunder."
>The rain has always calmed you, something about it is just so soothing
>Reaching your room you plop down into your computer chair
>You spin yourself once for shits and giggles, and then take notice of how hard your chair and desk clash with the rest of the room
"Well, at least she kept this room furnished. Makes sense I guess, she must've known I wasn't gonna decline her will."
>'You really gotta stop talking aloud', you think as you poor a glass full of whiskey
"To Gram-Gram!"
>You down the whole glass, shaking your head and subsequently clearing your throat afterwords
"Good shit!"
>As the buzz sets in you decide to counteract Silent Hill's mental mind fuck by being a complete autist
>And going on /mlp/
>Circlejerks, CYOAs, attempts at rule 34 threads, boring
>Wait a minute this is new you think as you read the OPs post
>Two options, Option one being go to Equestria, but the ponies dont have junk and you can't get frisky with them
>Fuck that, you read over option two
>Get favorite pony, they lose their shit a bit, fall in love and get laid but no one else can no she exists, and of course the guilt of having brought her here
>Option two is more tempting, so you post

Damaged Goods Doc_SH !wo3x02pFrs 02/26/14(Wed)23:22 UTC-5 No.16513736
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>Just a small post how you would love to have pre-alicorn Twilight
>You skim the thread after that, read a few writefags stories and continue to drink
>After a while sleep begins to overtake you, so you shut down the comp and lumber into bed, leaving the bottle of booze and glass on your desk
>Kicking off your shoes, you plop into bed and let sleep's loving embrace take you
>...
Ding mother fucking dong
>OH GOD THE NAZIS
>You flail and fall out of bed, still buzzed from earlier
"What the bleeding fuck..?"
>Did some one just ring your doorbell
>You glance at your bedside clock
>It's 3:33 a.m., and your nearest neighbor lives 3 miles always, and town is another 15 miles away
>Maybe it was just your imagina--
Ding god damn dong bitch
>'You fucking hate your doorbell', you think as you get to your feet
>You turn on your bedroom light and pull a bat out from under your bed
>Not gonna live in the middle of no where with out something to bash some ones skull in
>After a bit of mental prepping you make your way into the hall
>Upon passing a window you notice the storm has decided to skull fuck your neck of the woods
>The wind blows the trees around, and rain is coming down so hard it almost looks like a waterfall from the sky
>Oh right, front door
>Snapping out of it you head down the stairs and arrive at the large door to your home
"Who is it?"
>No reply
"Serioulsy, who the fuck is there?"
>Still silence
"Fine! Don't bitch at me when you get your face smashed in!"
>Still no reply, you begin to shake a bit
>You'd probably be shaking more if you had been sober
>Screw it, you throw open the door expecting someone to be there
>Luckily there isn't and a large sigh of relief escapes you
>But then something catches your eyes
>A radther large burlap sack lays at your feet, the bag itsself seems old, with small holes and an overall beat-to-hell look
"Haha, what?"
>Slowly, you stick your head out the door and look to your right and left

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Damaged Goods Doc_SH !wo3x02pFrs 02/26/14(Wed)23:24 UTC-5 No.16513761
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>No one, but you swear it smells like spaghetti on your door step
>After a bit of thinking and a shrug you look back at the sack
>Eh, what's the worst thing that could happen?
>Dragging the sack inside and shutting the door you notice a large stick on one part of the bag
>It reads 'Damaged Goods'
"Damaged goods? The fuck's that supposed to mean?"
>As if to answer, the bag shuffles
>You stare at it as if it just tried to touch you in a no-no place
>The bag moves again more agressivley this time and you hear a quiet pained moan from inside
>Having reaqcuired your bat you are tempted to start smashing the bag, but curiosity is getting the best of you
>Thoughts begin to spin through your head
>What if its a child in there?
>Or a midget?
>or maybe a midget child!?
"Oh shit!"
>Dropping the bat you undo the top of the bag and just about explode at what you find inside
>In the bag is none other than pre-alicorn Purplesmart, but something seems off
>On her left cheek it looks like her fur is missing, exposing what looks like a burn
>Looking down to her side you see she has slightly red gauze wraped around her, with a large square absorbant patch under it
>Forcing your eyes back to her face you two make eye contact
>The world seems to freeze as you two stare at each other
>This is quickly ended as Twilight jumps out of the bag and rams her two front hooves into your chest sending you onto your back
>"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ANON!?"
>You have no idea what's going on anymore, but you do notice Twilight raise a hoof in what you can only assume is an attempt to hit you in the face
"Oh shi--!"
>Being bigger than her you push her off you getting to your feet
"H-hey, woah calm down!"
>Twilight has put space between the two of you and now has her head lowered, scuffing with one hoof at the floor
>It seems she is about to charge you
"Give. Me. Back. ANON!"
>"Watch ponies", your buddy said, "It'll be fun" he said