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A Fistful of Derpys (Incomplete)

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This may not be complete, done and full, but make sure to check every couple of days or so to see the updates I've added to this festering shit hole of a story!
>be anon
>just transferred to Canterlot High School.
>The school itself looks rather polished, with shiny floors and the halls looking fairly clean.
>you’ve study the map of the school many times, so you do not fear getting lost.
>You can’t shake the feeling that being the new kid here is going to be a huge pain in the ass.
>All the students here seem to mind their own business, except for one bitch.
>Some orange chick walks up to you. She has yellow and red hair, kinda like bacon.
>you can tell just by the way she walks that she is a huge bitch.
”You must be new here. I’m going to do you a big favor and tell you how things are around he-“
”Fuck off.” Not wanting to deal with some alpha dog bullshit, you push past her and continue walking.
>everyone is just staring at you, like if you were Jesus or something.
>”You did not just do that.” She grabs your shoulder, trying to get your attention. “Listen here, bastard.”
“No, you listen, bitch, go PMS somewhere else, I have better things to do then hear some slut play dictator.”
>You swat her hand off your shoulder and continue walking.
>”You’ll pay for this!” She shouts angrily.
>Lucky for you, not giving a fuck is your special talent.
>Suddenly, people start clapping at you, and offering high fives, congratulating you on your “victory”
>Looks like people legitimately feared her, usually with these kind of things, more often than not, it’s for good reason.
>Seems like you’ll have to keep an eye out for her, whatever she maybe be planning for you.
>Day continues, people staring at you and whispering.
>looks like rumors are beginning to spread, and it’s going to get worse from this point on.
>Seems kind of rude, people glancing at you only to say something to the person next to them, but you do get a thumbs up from a guy or two. So you might become more of a legend then anything.
>you put your concentration at your school work, ignoring everyone and everything else.
>lunch
>From a quick study of the room and its inhabitants, everyone’s cliques are based off of everyone’s personality being nothing more than a stereotype.
>There is a hippie table, some nerds, so on and so forth.
>You sit alone, munching on taco.
>You look across the room to see that same girl from earlier, talking to a couple of sweaty guys
>She notices you staring at her, and she returns with a glare
>She gets up and leaves speed walking away.
>The two guys she was talking to turn around to look at you, and then snicker.
>they get up to leave as well.
>You finish your food and leave the lunch room
>but as you were about to leave, the girl returns with some guy with blue hair.
>why haven’t you bothered to learn anyone’s name?
>He has his arm around her, and he is giving you the look of death.
>She sobs onto his chest, mumbling something about you.
>She turns her head to you, and gives you a mischievous smirk.
>ashitstormisbrewin.jpeg
>He lets go of her and walks up to you
>”You got a fucking problem, bro?”
“I’m guessing you are her boyfrie-“
>you are cut off by a fist. To your face.
>He got you good, but you are still able to dodge his next strike.
>While backing up, of course still facing your opponent, you have a quick look around the room.
>Students have encircled you two, but there is still one table left within the circle.
>You can’t see behind yourself, too much of a risk to check what’s behind you.
>Judging by his physic, he must work out quite a bit.
>You are going to have to make heavy, solid hits; quick jabs aren’t going to cut it.
>Time to take on offensive move.
>you go with the “ol’ one-two”, it being effective enough to stun him.
>While he is still stunned by your attack, you grab him and throw him to where you were standing.
>He quickly catches his balance and turns to you, fist up.
>You take a quick glance and see that behind him is a trash can and a wall.
>Time to wrap this up.
>You make the quick, “come at me” gesture with your hand, ending it with a middle finger.
>As you hoped, he charges with a raised fist,
>you turn to his right dodging, and you grab his arm, placing a hand on his back.
>You throw him at the table.
>now for phase two.
>You quickly grab his head and slam it on the table, three times for good measure.
>you hastily grab him and hurl him at the garbage can.
>the impact sends trash flying, like confetti to celebrate another win.
>You walk up to him, grinning like there’s no tomorrow.
>He is about to get up.
>nope.jpeg
>you deliver a swift kick to the head.
>AND DOWN GOES FRAZIER.
>you bend down, grab his head bringing it to yours.
“Defending the girl’s honor is rather respectable, if she was an actual respectable person.”
>You stand back up, to bask in the glory of your win.
>must you be a narcissistic bastard?
>You see something in the corner of your eye, so you quickly turn around.
>Oh cool, a police officer!
>Wait, what?
>975,000 volts cause you fall to the floor, and do the Harlem shake.
>next thing you know, you are in the principal’s office.
>apparently the cop who tazed you work for the school.
>but now you have to deal with Principal Celestia, and boy, she is fucking pissed.
>you give your side of the story, explaining the how the tactic you went with was to end the fight quickly, etc.
>Some real cops where there later, and it looks like the Douche you were fighting is filing assault.
>Upon hearing the story, your awesome dad is okay with what you did and is going to take care of the trouble you made.
>Cool
>You did get a three day suspension, though.
>Your dad did say that you shouldn’t have been so harsh to the queen bitch, no matter how much of a cunt she presented herself as, so no “gamestation-whatcha-ma-call-it” during the suspension.
>Now that you think of it, you were rather mean to “Sunset Shimmer”, she doing nothing more but piss you off.
>However, with trying to get her boyfriend to do her dirty work, she is proving to be quite the threat to you, and already a threat to the rest of the student populace.
>there is no doubt that she is coming back with a vengeance.
>Shit’s going down, and you gotta be prepared.
> You’ve dealt with a fair share of Machiavellians in your old school, and it never hurts to collect some background info.
> You are going to have to ask some people around about her.
>mostly, victims of her wrath, as they will offer insight to her tactics and forms of scheming.
>this is going to be interesting.
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>Day 1 of ‘vacation’
>You wake up at 8:30ish.
>You would have slept until noon, but your dad getting ready for work wakes you up.
>You are usually at school before he gets ready for his job, so you didn’t know he makes such a racket.
>You walk outta your room to see what he is doing.
>You wince at the smell of burnt eggs.
>Dad never was very good at cooking, unlike you.
>You’re dad was a forensic scientist, so he had all kinds of friends working in the judiciary branch.
>Lawyers, district attorneys, cops, etc.
>How lucky for you.
>One time he dated a judge.
>But she was very stuck up, so he dumped her.
>He gathers his stuff, and opens the door.
>”Remember, Anon, no vidya games.”
>*sigh*
“Yes Dad, but what about the computer?”
>He thinks for a bit.
>”No porn” he says in a joking tone.
>You chuckle as you wave goodbye.
>He shuts and locks the door.
>Now, what do?
>After getting yourself a bowl of cereal, you sit down and watch The Walking Dead episodes that you recorded.
>After you get caught up, you decide it’s time for lunch.
>You grab a cookbook.
>You take a recipe and check if you have the ingredients.
>Apparently it’s a no. you’re missing some chicken and lettuce.
>You walk to the store and get the stuff.
>Time to go back home.
>You come back home and get to work.
>You make yourself a chicken club sandwich.
>Tastes just like the one at Sizzler’s
>You eat it while watching Breaking Bad.
>You continue watching it until dad came home at 6:30.
“Didya have a good day?”
>”Yeah, we are getting a lot closer to catching ‘The Spongebob Serial Killer’.” he says exhaustedly.
>You laugh at the name of this killer.
“pfft, the what?’
>”It’s some weirdo that kills people using a spatula, and then leaves a spongebob toy by the body.” he explains
>The two of you play a quick game of pool before you start cooking dinner.
>You make some Cajun Chicken Pasta, and it taste like the food of the gods.
>”Anon, you know how I feel about cooking. Remember what happened last time?”
>You scoff and look his dead in the eyes.
“It wasn’t that bad.”
>”you set the house on fire!”
“It was just the oven!” you plead. “Besides you’re one to talk, the eggs you made today were more burnt then a Jew at Auswitch!”
>You both chuckle at your joke
>”Touché.”
>You finish your meals and wash the dishes.
>You go on the computer and log onto FaceBook.
>New message and friend request.
>Both from a girl named “Dawnrise Glitter”
>You read the message.
>”you were so cool when you fought Flash and stuff, I’d like to get to know you more ;)”
>You go to her page.
>Most of the info on her “about me” section is either vague or unanswered.
>You download her picture and do an image search.
>Apparently it’s the profile picture for quite a several other accounts, spread to many websites.
>shadyasfuck.jpeg
>It must be an attempt by Sunset Shimmer, trying to get to you using a fake alias.
>You reject the request and delete the message.
>You watch YouTube videos until you pass out.
>Day two
>Wake up at 1 pm with a note next to you.
>” Clean the house, you drunk. Love, Dad”
>So you do as your told, having nothing better to do at the moment.
>Later, dad cooked dinner.
>Chicken and broccoli
>Both were crunchier than a dried out cumrag.
>Work on drawing until you go to sleep.
>Day three
>Wake up at 3 pm.
>Watch Breaking Bad until Dad shows up.
>Eat his Mac and Cheese.
>The cheese was very watery, but the macaroni was dry and the same time.
>How the fuck does someone manage that?
>You workout with a couple of dumbbells until it’s time to sleep.
>Friday!
>Back to school, time to get to work.
>Not just your school work, but also some detective work with this Sunset Shimmer.
>As you walk through the halls, the people look at you, wide-eyed.
>Something is up, so you decide to test your “public relations”
>You walk up to a kid who high-fived you on your first day here.
>You raise your hand for a high five, but he flinches as you do so.
>He gingerly high fives you and walks away.
>Looks like people are scared of you now.
>Let’s put together the puzzle, shall we?
>If Sunset is really the manipulative bitch see seems to be, no doubt she has spread some sort of rumors
>Plus, earlier you heard to girls talking about you.
>”yeah, he broke his nose. Poor Flash”
>Flash is probably playing the sympathy card, with the “I was being a good boyfriend” edge to it.
>You probably have the “Psychopath” label on you now.
>It’s going to make interview the students a lot harder now.
>You need a friend here, some one that can get you the scoop on how things are around here.
>But it appears that you can’t obtain such a luxury.
>You are going to have to let things die down here if you are going to manage that.
>Classes were uneventful, but easy.
>You, of course, direct your focus to the school subjects.
>lunch
>You grab your lunch, but then go to sit outside to eat.
>Another confrontation is going to make things worse for you and your cause.
>Fresh air and time to think will help.
>As you walk to a nice bench to sit, something rams into your back causing you to drop everything.
>CAPTAIN, WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!
>You quickly leap forward, and swing your body around, fists up, ready for anything.
>Instead of sunset shimmer or flash, you see a scared Blonde girl, with her arms up in defense.
>”Oh my god, I am soooo sorry! Please don’t be mad! Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!”
>She is rather thin and fragile, so she doesn’t seem like a physical threat.
>But she could be a mental threat sent by your enemy.
>You decide to give her the benefit of the doubt.
>You unclench your fists, and she slowly lowers her arms.
“Its fine, don’t worry about it. Are you okay?”
>See looks up at you, relieved, but also at the verge of tear-wait a minute, she has amblyopia.
>She quickly looks down at the ground, “S-sorry about your lunch”
“No problem and sorry about yours.”
>She dropped her food when she made impact with you.
>”Yeah, looks like we both have nothing to eat now.” She says softly
“Not necessarily…”
>You reach into your pocket and pull out your wallet.
>8 dollars, good enough.
“Wanna go to Subway? My treat.”
>”You don’t have to….I mean-“
“I insist, neither of us should go hungry.”
>You walk with her to subway, and you both get a foot long to share, along with some drinks.
“I haven’t properly introduced myself, my name is Anon.”
>You offer a hand shake.
>”My name is Derpy, it’s nice to meet you.” She says as she shakes your hand.
“The feeling is likewise”
>She doesn’t seem to fear you anymore, which is good.
>”Are you the guy who…. You know….”
>oh boy
“Fought Flash Sentry? Yes.”
>”yeah I saw that…”
“Yeah…“ You sigh, “Now everyone is scared of me. They pretty much try to avoid me.”
>”I know that feeling”
“Really? Why?”
>”you know…”
>You look at her, intrigued.
>”Everyone bullies me because of my eyes.”
>She sniffles, and you see a small tear escape her left eye.
“That’s it?”
>”Huh?” she looks up at you, shocked.
“It just seems like no reason at all to mistreat someone.”
>”Yeah.” She makes a weak smile at your comment. ”But it seems to be enough of a reason for everyone else. You are very nice, Anon. People shouldn’t hate you, either.”
“Yeah, but they do. All thanks to Sunset Shimmer.”
>You raise your cup and then take a swig.
“To think that all it took was three days and a couple of rumors to get everyone to hate me.”
>”It’s not just what you did, but how you did it.”
>Now that caught you off guard.
>Granted, you strategy was a bit unorthodox, but it did the job as quickly as possible.
“I beg your pardon?”
>”It’s just… the look you have on your face. It was so, viscous, and angry.”
“Oh…”
>The two of you finish your meals in silence and return to the school grounds.
>The bell rings, it’s time to head to fourth period.
>”So, um, thanks for the sub. “
“Thanks for sharing it with me.”
>She blushes at that response.
“I have to go, later.”
>”Yeah, um, see ya later, Anon.”
>You continue to walk to your class.
>Looks like there is at least one person who is willing to talk to you, which is good.
>Latin is difficult for you, since you are more of a visual learner.
>Bell rings, time to go home.
>you were walking from the school when you heard a familiar voice.
>”Hey Anon! Wait up!”
>Derpy runs up to you, but then almost trips
>You quickly catch her, and let her regain her balance.
>The two of you begin to walk together.
>As you walk, the two of you talk about video games and shows.
>Turns out that the two of you actually have a lot in common.
>She laughs and blushes at your jokes.
>Looks like you have new friend, and with her “position” in the school’s society, she could be useful
>She fits all the criteria you need, which makes things a lot easier.
>You arrive at your house.
“You wanna come inside? I have the new Ratchet and Clank game.”
>”Um, no, sorry, I have to get home, but thanks for everything.” She says, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.
“Alright, See you later.”
>You walk in and drop of your backpack.
>Back to the matter at hand.
>You get out a giant piece of paper and you get to work.
>You make a Spider Web Chart, with Sunset Shimmer being in the center.
>Then you start listing who you know at the school besides her, which was just Flash and Derpy.
>You connect them to Sunset and label the connections.
>Sunset—[girlfriend/boyfriend] —Flash
>Sunset — [Bully-Victim] —Derpy
>You are going to have to meet more people to get the full scale of things.
>You are not close enough to Derpy for her to get into detail of her struggles, so that is what you are going to work on first.
>Let the games begin.
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>You decide to start prepping yourself for the future.
>When it comes to large scale attacks, you can’t really prepare 100% without know of it prior.
>The small stuff, though, you can do something about now.
>You grab some money and walk to Wal-Mart.
>You walk in, and grab a cart, making sure to get one with good wheels.
>As you dodge American Hamplanets on motorized scooters, you grab what would help
>you buy a Belt, so you don’t get pantsed.
>A white T-shirt and gym shorts, for an easy change of clothes if you get egged or something.
>A new indestructible case for your phone, so it does not get destroyed. Speaking of which, you added a tracking program on your phone and a new password lock.
>A first aid kit, because you don’t know the full extent of what Sunset is willing to try.
>And a Swiss army knife, for just about anything.
>You pay for these items and return home, to put them away.
>With a bit more peace of mind, you do your homework.
>Saturday
>Much to your surprise, you wake up early.
>Your Dad is not here, since he gets only the every other weekend off.
>You get dress, and eat some cereal, which makes you ask yourself a very important question.
>Why the fuck do kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch?
>Many times you’ve asked you Dad to find out the chemical composition of these things, but he always says no.
>As you are cleaning your bowl, you hear a knock at the door.
>Much to your surprise, Its Derpy!
>”Hey, Anon! I was, um, wondering if you would like to hangout or something.” She says as she looks to the ground, blushing.
“Yeah, sure of course! What did you have in mind?”
>”You said you have the new Ratchet and Clank game?”
>You invite her inside.
>She is wearing a black T-Shirt with an image of a muffin, and some grey skinny jeans.
>On her shirt there are some little cuts and tears.
>You lead her to your room, where you turn on your PS3.
>As you take turns playing Ratchet and Clank: Into Nexus, you noticed a bruise on her arm.
“What happened to your arm?”
>”I um……I like to climb trees, and I must of hit myself on a tree branch or something…”
>You’d believe her, except that the bruise seems to wrap around her arm, like she was forcefully grabbed or something.
>The game maybe playing, but the room feels very silent.
“How about we play something with Co-op?” You say to break the silence.
>”Sure!” She says, with a lot of positivity.
>You turn off your PS3 and turn on your Wii.
>”Super Smash Bros.? Ah yeah!”
>She plays as Kirby and you play as Sonic.
>Gotta go fast.
>Despite your intense buttonmashing, she is actually managing to beat you. Bad.
>Your eyes are glued to the screen, but you can feel Derpy staring at you every once in a while.
>Much to your dismay, Derpy manages to whoop your ass three matches in a row.
“Damn, you are good.”
>”Yeah, well, playing video games is pretty much all I do in my free time.”
“Say, I am getting sorta hungry, what about you?”
>”Um, yeah, I guess I could go for something.”
>You lead her to the kitchen where you make some fajitas from scratch.
>You sent down the plates on the dining table and take a seat next to her.
>You closely watch her take her first bite.
>As she sinks her teeth into the fajita, she seeps into a foodgasm
>”Mmmm! Anon! This is delisous! You are really good at cooking!” She says with a bit of food still in her mouth.
“Yeah, my mother taught me how to cook.”
>”She taught you well.”
>After you and her finish, you clean the plates and put them away.
>”Hey, Anon, I have to go. Thanks for everything.”
>She gives you a big hug and then goes her separate way.
>Later, you decide to cook Dad a roast, cowboy style.
>In other words, you grilled the roast and rubbed it in coffee grounds and white pepper.
>Sunday
>You get dressed and eat some cereal.
>You want to get out of the house today, and maybe do something fun.
>So you grab your jacket and head out the door.
>What do?
>You head down to the park, since you have no money to do anything else.
> You find a nice tree and sit down, leaning against it.
>The sun is warm, and there is a calm, cool breeze blowing against your face.
>The ground and grass is rather soft.
> To be honest, it is very relaxing
>Very relaxinnnnnnnn-
>zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
>...
>You slowly try to wake up, but your eyes don’t want to cooperate.
>Your head is resting on something soft, and you smell strawberries.
>”Hey, you’re awake.”
>You quickly jump and do a barrel roll away from the tree.
>You turn to see none other than Derpy, shocked at your reaction.
“Oh…Hey Derpy” You say, trying to catch your breath. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
>”Yeah, I could say the same about you. I went to your house to see if you were there, but you weren’t. But, low and behold, I found you sleeping under a tree. So I just decided to sit next to you, I’m sorry if I freaked you out or something…”
>She looks down to the ground, sad.
“No, it’s fine Derpy. Um, what time is it?”
>She looks at her watch
>”Uh, its 5:23.”
>sheeeeeiiiiiiiitttttt
“Wow, that was one long nap. You wanna go for a walk around the par-“
>”Yes!”
>As you walk around the park, you and Derpy don’t say much to one another. Instead, the two of you take in the scenery.
>You walk around the lake, the sinking sun glistens orange and pink light off the surface of the blue, vibrant water.
>In perfect contrast, the fresh, energetic green shades of the grass covers the ground.
>The wind sweeps through, making the tree branches and grass wave and flex in unison.
>It looks like the whole park is one living, breathing organism.
>”Hey anon, I wanna show you something.”
>She grabs your hand and pulls you off the trail and into the trees
>She leads you to a big clearing, with a tall, large, oak tree in the middle.
>She stops and stares at it, her breath calming, while she is still holding your hand.
>” I used to come here a lot when I was a kid. I know this tree like the back of my hand.”
>She walks up to it and places a hand on the trunk, feeling every texture of the bark.
“So this is like the tree of your childhood.”
>”Yeah, like my own personal safe haven. I spent a lot of time here alone.”
>You look at her in the eyes, sort of expecting her to say more.
>”Um, let’s just say it’s because of personal reasons.”
>She looks back at the tree, captivated by its size and lost in thought.
>She climbs up the tree and sits on a branch.
>You follow her, getting a splitter in your hand, but not complaining.
>”Look at this”
>She points to a small carving of her name on the tree.
>The lowering sun is front and center, giving the two of you one beautiful display of nature.
>”This has always been my favorite place in the world.” She says as she leans her head on your shoulder.
>You don’t say anything, because you don’t have to. Nothing you can say right now could add to this seemingly wonderful moment.
>Monday
>Back to the chaotic school you go.
>Time to reanalyze what you already know and connect the dots.
>the only advancement to this “war” was Derpy, so that is what you focus on.
>there is that large bruise that wraps around her arm
>Also, she has implied that she was very lonely in her childhood. Probably not with the company of her own parents
>plus, when you first “met” her, she put her arms up in defense rather quickly compared to normal girls.
>Could she have abusive parents?
>God, you hope not.
>In given time, you will find out.
>But now back to the bigger priorities
>You haven’t seen Ms. Shimmer in a long while, which is beginning to concern you.
>You seem to always stress the importance of gathering information, yet you haven’t really done anything significant.
>Derpy has warmed up to you a very considerable amount, so now would be a good time to ask.
>You don’t know her schedule so besides lunch, there is no for sure way to see her.
>You walk down the J-Hall when you notice something.
>Your locker has something sticking out of the little slits on it
>Some pink thing
>Its bologna!
>You open your lock to see that someone has shoved a number of meat slices into your locker.
>Judging by the mold…and the stench, it’s all probably a week old.
>You rarely use your locker, at all, so you would have never noticed until now.
>But this kind of prank is kind of…weak
>weak compared to how supposedly mean and clever Ms. Shimmer is
>This seems like the workings of a couple of retards
>nofucksgiven.avi
>You close your locker and proceed on to your class
>As of now, everyone is ignoring you, but seems to keep a cautious distance.
> Your classes are just a blur of not knowing what the fuck you are doing.
>Seems like this time you are unable to remove the distractions of Ms. Shimmer and what might come out of this conflict.
>Lunch arrives again, finally
>Your breakfast was rather lacking, since you ate just one pop tart and a glass of milk
>Today you get a slice of school pizza
>It is greasy enough for you to regret all of your life choices
>Again, you are sitting outside.
>”HEYA ANON!”
>Sudden surprise Derpy comes outta nowhere, it seems.
>She sits down next to you, and opens a small brown bag.
>She pulls out a muffin, and a plastic bag containing three oreos
“You want this milk carton, you it’d be good with the muffin.”
>”Sure! Here’s an oreo, just for you!”
>She seems to have more optimism as of late.
>You trade the milk for the cookie.
>Though, this may be a sore subject for her, you need to know this.
“Hey Derpy, what do you know of a girl named Sunset Shimmer?”
>Her smile drops and she grows worried look on her face
>”Oh, her. She is just some bully.”
>no, really?
“Do you know of anything she does to people? Like, how she got her reputation?”
>She starts to tear up
>A lot
>”I’m sorry, *sniff* it’s just…”
>She wiped the tears off her eyes with her sleeve
“Its fine, I probably shouldn’t have asked.”
>Well, damn it
>Apparently it’s going to take a little while more until you can get what you need from her.
>In the mists of her sobbing, you place a hand on her back for comfort.
“There…There”
>you slowly and awkwardly pat her back.
>She immediately wraps her arms around you, in a hug that could kill a bear
>”T-th-thank you Anon, you are so nice to me.”
>When suddenly….SUDDEN ATTACK!
>A blue muscle car drives by who you assume to be Flash Sentry, starts launching eggs
>You quickly jump infront of Derpy, shielding her
>But more importantly, you read the license plate
>The car speeds off into the urban wilderness
>You are cover in eggs, but no prob, you came prepared.
>”ANON! What happened? Look at you! You’re covered in yolk.”
>The tone of her voice, it has legitimate concern
“It’s okay, I have a change of clothes in my backpack”
>you go into the bathroom and change into the shirt and shorts you got at Wal-Mart
>Not bad
>You write down the license plate number before you forget
> You didn’t get to recognize the car model, but judging by the paint job and rims, that guy must really like his car…
>You know better than to get too attached to anything or anyone, because when you do, it becomes an easy target for your enemy.
>Flash, you just made things a bit more easier.
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>When you get home, you asked your Dad to have one of his friends to search the license plate number.
>Your Dad’s face when [http://i.imgur.com/q0gwJcG.jpg]
>”Anon, son, what are you up to?”
“At school, a car pulled up and tried to throw eggs at me.”
>Your Dad gets a huge grin
>”I’ll see what I can do, YoungBlood.”
>Later that night
>Football game at school
>You arrive to the school, the street lights illuminating in a mechanical hum
>The the roads are black as a void, only to be outdone by the night sky
>Looking straight up at the sky, it looks like a black hole, glittered by celestial diamonds and edged by the human light pollution, like a red flame encompassing a black coal.
>The football game is in its second quarter, and it looks like the school’s team is losing
>Fuck, get it together, Flash.
>You are not here to look for Derpy or anything like that. She is not the main propriety at the moment
>The parking lot is poorly lit
>Thank you, budget cuts
>Night Vision Goggles activate
>You begin looking for Flash’s car
>After about 6 minutes, you find it
>Time to get to work
>You gently pick the lock, and open the door
>You search the glove box, and find nothing.
>Trunk? Nothing
>Right when you were about to give up, you notice something
>Wedged under the driver’s seat, there is a wallet
>fuckyeah.png
>You take his money, and driver’s license
>one last thing before you go
>you put the wallet back, but don’t lock the door.
>you open the wire circuit under the stirring wheel and examine the wires.
>You cut the right wire
>You run to the back of the car and use a screwdriver to bust one of the tail lights
>you recover the stirring wheel and relock & close the doors.
>Time to leave
>When you go home, you take off your hairnet, wig, and gloves
>Don’t want to leave any DNA evidence, do you?
>With another plan executed seemingly perfectly, you sleep like a comatosed baby.
>Tuesday
>Time to eavesdrop on some more people
>From what you’ve heard, your plan worked
>Flash got pulled over for having a busted light by the cops
>You didn’t expect it to work, since it’s not a for sure thing for a cop to pull you over
>So this is another win by you
>Plus, you got $80
>neat
>INTERCOM: “WILL ‘ANON YMOUS’ PLEASE COME TO THE OFFICE. ‘ANON YMOUS’”
>Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good.
>You go to the office
>Apparently the smell of your locker has gotten so bad, people don’t want go down that hall anymore
>The teachers in that hall have it the worst, since they are suck there
>You explain that you didn’t do it, and it’s just probably some half-assed prank by someone
>and with that, you skip away freely
>On your way to class, you get an unexpected visit by a teacher named Mr. Phoenix
>He has a grin on his face
>”Mr. Ymous, I trust that you have cleaned your locker?”
“No. Why?’
>His smile and optimism: Gone
>He just glares at you as he walks away in a huff.
>You laugh as you proceed with your day
>Math Class
>You are pretty good at math
>You usually finish certain assignments early, giving you time to help others if they ask
>You mainly help the girl next to you, Fluttersomething
>She is always mumbling instead of talking and never looks at you straight in the eye
>You help her out regardless
>”Um, thanks Anon…for the help and stuff”
>She has her face down to her desk
“No problem Flutters”
>She blushes at your nickname
>”So, um anon…you wanna, *gulp* maybe, go out with me? If you want to, it’s entirely up to you.”
>Is she asking you out?
>Seems like it
>Lets quickly list the pros and cons
>Pro: With her extremely passive nature, she is no doubt victim of Sunset Shimmer, so you have more information to retrieve.
>Con: She is not as damaged of a person as Derpy, so the information might be rather lacking in content. You know, Quality vs. Quantity
>You theory is that because of how bullied Derpy is, the more and better stuff you can get out of her.
>Pro: Dem tits and that perfect, round ass.
>Con: Death by snoo snoo?
>Looks like it’s going to be a Yes
>Besides, it’s not hurting anyone, right?
“Sure, I’d love to!”
>She looks up at you, with wide eyes.
>For once she is looking at you in the eyes
>”R-really?”
“Yes”
>”Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshthankyouthankyouthankyou!”
>She hugs you with a tight squeeze, her 36 C cups pressing against your chest
>Dayum
>You smell her hair, it smells like strawberries.
“So…eh,um”
>You try to speak but you can’t get any oxygen to your lungs on account of her grip
>She breaks the hug and smiles
>”Heh, sorry.”
>You regain air in your lungs
“So, what’s your number?”
>”Oh, yeah, um.”
>She quickly writes down her cellphone number on a slip of paper and hands it to you.
>Bell rings
>You both leave class and go your separate ways
>lunch
>You grab your lunch
>You see a familiar face
>It’s Hootershy!
>No, it’s Fluttershy, ya weirdo
>She runs up to you, holding her salad
>”Hi Anon! Where shall we sit?”
>Then it dawned on you.
>With Fluttershy being your new girl friend, you now have something important to you exposed
>Fluttershy could very well become a potential target for Sunset Shimmer
>Oh god, what do?
“Um, let’s sit outside; it’s such a lovely day out.”
>”Sounds great!”
>the two of you sit outside on the grassy fields
>The two of you eat your meals in silence
>You contemplate your next move, should you dump her, for her sake?
>Or should you date her can at least try to protect her?
>This shit is nerve-racking
>Before you know it, Derpy appeared
>You wave at her
>She just stands there, frozen
>She snaps out of it and walks over to you
>”Hi Anon!....and…fluttershy”
>She says Fluttershy’s name slightly bittery
>”So…What’s new?”
“Nothing much”
>FS:”Me and Anon are dating!” Fluttershy says, uncharacteristically loud and cheery
>D: “Oh….Cool”
>Her voice lowers into a whisper
>D: “Welp! I gotta get going. I’ve got…stuff to do… and what not.”
“Sucks, well, nice seeing ya, Derpy!”
>She speeds walk away
>Odd
>You do need to tell Fluttershy the circumstances of your conflict with Ms. Shimmer.
“Fluttershy, there is something I must tell you.”
>She looks at you, intrigued.
“I am in some sort of….at war with Sunset Shimmer.”
>She is in absolute shock.
>”Oh Anon! This is bad! Very bad! Don’t you know what will happen to you, do you?”
“Actually, that’s the thing. I could use some information about her. However, there is something you should know. If you are going to be my....um, girlfriend, you are in the direct line of fire, understand?”
>Her lowers as she goes into thought
>You don’t know what she is thinking, but you can imagine it’s somewhere along the lines of a “Pros & Cons” list.
>Pro: You are one drop dead sexy motherfucker
>Con: More and even worst bullying
>She places her hand on yours
>”Anon, I understand what you are going through, but you must end it as soon as possible. Or else it’s only going to get worse from here on in.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do. So you are going to have to tell me what you know of her.”
>”Alright Anon. I am here for you.”
>She rests her head on your shoulders
>Welp, things are turning out rather nice for you.
>Let’s not count our chickens before they hatch
>You tell Fluttershy what exactly you did to piss of Ms. Shimmer and your fight with Flash, but you haven’t told her anything about your plans of action. Telling her about the whole license plate and stuff sounds rather stalker-ish
>From what you’ve heard from Flutters, Ms. Shimmer is just a name calling bully that likes to raise her tone of voice at people.
>It appears Fluttershy is too much of a doormat to know Sunset’s full wrath
>She doesn’t have much to offer now
>She is cute though, so might as well keep her around
>later, at home
>You haven’t seen Derpy since that odd encounter at lunch, which is odd considering that you’d usually see her in the school halls, which she would warmly smile and wave at you
>You make a homemade pizza for dinner
>Homemade, as in straight from scratch
>Fuck yeah
>As the pizza’s baking, Dad walks in
>”EEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”
>”Whatcha making, sonny boy?”
“Pizza”
>He stares at you closely
>”What kind of pizza?”
“Cheese. With Ham, sausage, and mushrooms…”
>”Awesome, sounds grea-“
“And anchovies.”
>”Oh, you motherfucker”
>He runs up to the kitchen and grabs a big, wooden spoon
>“This is the last time you destroy a meal in this household, Sir Anon!”
>”Prepare to die!”
>He trys to swing the spoon at you but you dodge
>You grab another wooden spoon and assume a fencer’s stance
“En Garde!”
>After some swordplay, you take the pizza out of the oven and serve it
>Once again, the fruits of your labor taste like the food of the gods themselves
>Doesn’t help it that your Dad sits there throwing the little fishes at you
>Not that you are complaining, though
>You’ve always been a man of odd tastes
>”Anon, your license plate numbah came through.”
>He tosses a paper at you
>Low and behold, there is Flash Sentry’s address.
>”Have fun, ya weirdo.”
>You eat your pizza in glee
>Tonight you will do some recon, army style
>awwwwwww yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
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>Nighttime
>10:00 to be exact
>Time for fun
>You are in your room, gathering things you might need
>Night Vision Goggles
>Check
>Binoculars
>Check
>Lock picking kit
>Check
>Balisong
>Check
>You grab some other stuff and jam it into your backpack
>you dress in all black
>With fingerless gloves too
>You feel like a ninja badass
>Time to set out
>You walk out of your house and into the seemingly lifeless outside world
>You begin parkouring over peoples’ fences
>You check the address you are going to
>It’s two miles away
>Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
>You decide to save your stamina
>You use the sidewalk like a normal person
>After that peaceful and long walk, you make it to the neighborhood of your target
>You begin jumping over fences, climbing trees, walking on fences, and walking over rooftops
>Just for fun
>Before you know it, you are at Flash’s backyard
>You are a stealthy badass
>Except for the fact that you knocked over three trashcans on your way here
>Doesn’t matter, along as it wasn’t a car alarm
>That would wake up the whole neighborhood
>You stalk around the house to get a better look
>You go in a counterclockwise path
>It’s a two story house
>Back: There is a glass door that opens to what appears to be a kitchen. Above there are two windows, and one has the lights on. Also, to the right, there are is a door with a small window on the door
>Left Side: Nothing to see here, but a rose bush.
>You piss on the rose bush
>Front: There’s a large garage to the left connected to the house. It has two large windows with a door in the middle, all under awning. The door is a windowed door, and the windows are twin double hung windows. The awning is supported by four columns, two at the corners and two about three feet away relative to the door. The awning itself is about four feet in length. Above the awning are three windows, same as the ones lower but the middle on has a half circle window on top of it
>Right side: Four windows, two the first level, two on the second level. Looking in the two windows, you see a living room and a dining room
>You’ve taken pictures of each side of the house
>You return to the backyard
>You climb a tree to the top
>In the window with the lights on, you see Flash Sentry himself
>He has a lot of football posters
>A lot
>Wait a minute, Flash is masturbating
>Classy
>You whip out your camera and take a picture
>neat
>This will come in handy
>badjokemexican.png
>And with that, you go home
>You upload the pictures to your house
>You brush your teeth and fall asleep, much to the disappointment of your father, who wanted to play Mario Party with you
>New Day
>You walk into the door, with a bit of hesitation
>You hear some guy in a beanie yell something
>”HUUUMMMPPP DAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
>Oh yeah, today’s Wednesday
>You were about to walk to the library when someone stops you
>”Anon, we need to talk.”
>You turn around, and to your surprise, it’s the Gigabitch herself, Sunset Shimmer
>”I just wanted to say, we got off on the wrong foot.”
>The tone of her voice is a bit cheery, which you know is fake
>She gives a clearly fake smile, one that just makes you want to punch her in the face
>”As a formal apology, I am throwing a party on Friday. Please be the guest of honor!”
>She hands you a little envelope
“Hmmm. You know what, I shall appear, thanks!”
>She grows an actual genuine smile
>”Well, that settle that! Feel free to bring a guest. See ya there!”
>She winks at you and then skips away
>”Anon, I really hope you didn’t take that seriously.”
>You turn around to see Derpy, with a concerned look on her face
>You open the envelop and look at the paper
>Just says where and when this suppose party it at
>”Anon! I am serious, don’t even think about it! It’s going to be a trap for sure!”
“It’s okay, Derpy, I wasn’t planning to go anyways. I’m smarter than I look.”
>”Then why did you say yes to her?”
“Just so that she goes on and makes whatever she is planning. You know, just to have her waste her money and resources.”
>”Oh, that’s pretty clever.”
“Thanks”
>You start walking Derpy to her class
“So Derps, what’s your favorite vidya game?”
>She blushes and giggles at the nickname
>”Um, I’d have to say Majora’s Mask”
“Oh really? I’ve never played it before.”
>She grabs you and pushes you against the wall
>”WHAT!?!?!? WHY??!?!”
“I-I don’t know! I just never played it before.”
>”You have to Anon, you have to play!”
“Alright, Alright! I will!”
>She lets go of you
>”You better Anon; it’s the best game ever!”
>She goes on to rave about the game
>She praises every small detail
>Then the two of you part your ways and go to your respective classes
>Lunch time
>You again eat lunch with Fluttershy, meaning that the two of you eat your food in silence
>This time Derpy sits with you, but she is uncharacteristically silent and looks a bit down
>Which, of course, makes things a bit awkward.
>You decide to break the silence
“So, nice day we’re having.”
>They both just nod at your comment
>Still awkward as fuck
>You try to hold back your flowing spaghetti and to break the ice”
“So I heard tha-“
>Some kind of blow to the head cuts you off
>It was an apple
>Instinctively you jump from the bench and turn around, fists up
>FS & D: ”Oh my gosh Anon! Are you oka-“
>You quickly motion both of them to shut up
>Some blonde girl with brownish orange skin walks up to you
>She grabs you by the shirt collar
>”Anon, you better explain ya self right dis moment or else!”
>You swat her hand away
“Watch yourself, madam. I don’t know who you are, or what you think you are accusing me of, but you are the one who is going to do some explaining.”
>”Ma name is Apple Jack. This here is my brother, Big Mac. And I am here ‘cuz I’ve been hearin’ that you’ve been bullying my lil sis Applebloom.”
>”Eeyup.”
>A muscular guy comes from behind Apple Jack, arms crossed
“Hmm, interesting. Nice to meet you.”
>You offer a handshake
>She reluctantly shakes your hand, squeezing it a bit too much
“I have not been ‘bullying’ anyone, and I certainly do not know who your sister is.”
>AppleJack glares at you, studying your face.
>”Is that so?”
“I am a man of my word. Someone is probably playing you, and I think I know the culprit.”
>”Who?”
”Sunset”
>”Oh. Sunset”
>She says that with a hateful growl
“Can you tell me what happened?”
>”Well, mah sis and her friends walked up to me and said that you trashed their club house and started pickin’ on them”
>Now this is interesting
“Can I talk to your sister?”
>”I suppose.”
“Um, girls, just wait here, I got some business to take care of.”
>You follow AppleJack and Big Mac
>”Applebloom, is this the boy whose been pickin’ on you?”
>The little girl looks at you intrigued
>AB: ”No.”
“Ma’am, did you bother asking your sister for a description?”
>Applejack blushes with embarrassment
>AJ: ”No…The moment I heard your name I began walkin’. And I knew what you look like because of your fight with Flash Sentry.”
“Really?”
>AJ: ”I saw it, brutal stuff.”
>BM: ”Eeyup”
>You turn back to the young girl
“Applebloom, is it?”
>AB: “Eyup!”
“Nice meeting ya, little lady.”
>AB: “Little Lady? I’m in high school mister!”
“Hehe, indeed you are, pardon me, ma’am. Anyways, so there has been a big misunderstanding here. I clearly didn’t do all those mean things to ya, but someone did, and that’s not right. Can you tell me what this jerkface looked like?”
>AB: “Tall dude, orange-yellowish skin. Blue hair. Mighty cocky. Black jacket with a red and white stripe on it”
>“Flash…” you and AJ say in unison
>AJ: “Come on, Big Mac, we’ve got work to do”
>Her voice took the turn for the bitterly angry
>It was clear that she was set out for vendetta
“Alright, let’s go.”
>AJ: “Whoa there sugarcube, we appreciate you clearing up the confusion, but we can take it from here.”
“Flash did this trying to frame it on me, probably hoping to get you guess to beat me up or something. So, I think I should be a part of this too. Plus, there is something I want to say to him myself.”
>She thinks about what you said for a second
>AJ: “Alright, lets getta move on then.”
>You help the Apple Family with the search for Flash, which leads you to the football field.
>There was that smug mother fucker, eating a sandwich with some guys that are on the football team, whom you assume to be his friends
>That doesn’t intimidate you in the slightest
>Apple Jack confronts Flash immediately
>She says about the same thing she said to you, but a lot more angry
>F: “Listen, Apple Jackass, your sis and I were just having fun, no need to go into a bitch fit over.”
>AJ: “And tryin’ to frame it on Anon? How cowardly.”
>He chuckles
>F: “Speaking of that little shit stain, where is he? Out with the retard?”
>You step forward, fists clenched
“Hey, Smurf pubes for hair, I have a question for you. Did Sunset Shimmer put you up to this? We all know that she plays you like a fucking puppet. Or was this a product of your own childish tantrum?
>Flash glares at you; you can tell that his blood is boiling
>He gets up and walks over to you
>F: “Why don’t you waddle back to your retard friend before things get ugly.”
“BEFORE things get ugly? Flash, your face is already fucked up beyond repair. To think, the last time I kicked your ass, I just might have made an improvement.”
>His right shoulder is twitching; he must be preparing to throw a punch.
>He is only about a foot away from you; you are going to have to dodge quickly, then back up for another attack and to throw your own two cents in.
>But to your surprise, he begins to back up
>”I have better things to do then talk to some little piece of shit.”
>He turns his back to you and begins walking
“Yeah, I expected as much from Sunset’s bitch.”
>He turns to you, eyes on fire
>3
>2
>1
>FIGHT!
>He runs up to you to tackle
>You use your parkouring skills to sort of climb and jump over him
>As he begins to turn again, you charge to punch
>You get a good strike with your right fist to his face
>Then you punch him with your left
>Then your right
>Then the left
>Right
>Left
>Next thing you know, you got a fucking x10 combo going
>”YOU’RE GOING DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER”
>You hear behind you one of Flash’s lovers coming to you
>With a swift roundhouse kick, you send him to the ground
>Critical Hit; It’s Super Effective!
>DUMBASS Fainted!
>More of Flash’s fuck buddies are coming to aid
>You swiftly run and charge to fight one
>It’s 4 against 1 now
>Until you see Big Mac coming to join the battle
>The two of you fight side by side
>He’s doing some solid hits, but you are ranking up hits faster than fucking Mohammad Ali
>You are laying critical hit after critical hit
>Before you know it, all the guys are face down on the ground, too much in pain to get up
>You walk up to Flash
>You grab his hair and pull his face to yours
“You want to be Sunslut’s pawn, go ahead, but don’t fuck with. I know where you live, Flash, and I have friends in very, VERY high places. I am actually in a very good mood, and believe me; you do not want to see me angry. I am taking Ms. Shimmer down, and if you even try to get in the way, I’m going to personally put you in hell myself, got it?”
>And with that, you drop his head to the ground.
>Time to talk to your impromptu ally
“Thanks for the help; I will take care of anything that happens next.”
>BM: ”Eeyup”
>http://i.imgur.com/rTpXI6K.gif
>You look over to AppleJack
“Yo AJ, everything alright?”
>AJ: “Yeah sugarcube. Thanks, I guess.”
>She looks around sort of puzzled by the bodies on the ground
“Alright, if you need anything, you know where to find me”
>You begin to walk away, but then you notice something in the corner of your eye
>There is a guy standing on one of the bleachers
>He smiles at you then jumps down the otherside
>No more fucking games
>You run over to behind the bleachers
>There is the guy, putting away a camera and a laptop
>You run up to him
“Who the hell are y-“
>He makes three precise hits with his fingers on your chest
>You go down instantly
>”There are greater things then yourself, Anon Ymous. Until next time.”
>He walks away
>You regain your strengths, but he is long gone
>You start walking back to the school building to see Fluttershy and Derpy crying
>Oh god what
>You run up to them
“Girls, what happened?!?!”
>D: “S-s-sunset Shimmmer…”
>After decoding the series of sobbing mumbles, you get the story
>So Ms. Shimmer apparently just started bad mouthing them and threw a drink at them
>Nothing too bad
>You comfort both the girls until they calm down
> You pet and stroke their hair
>They sit next to you, faces buried into your chest, their breaths slowing
>You daww internally
>Once that is settled, all of you just continue chatting until the bell rings
>You go your separate ways
>You can’t help but think about that one guy
>This is getting heavy, Doc
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>be anon
>just transferred to Canterlot High School.
>The school itself looks rather polished, with shiny floors and the halls looking fairly clean.
>you’ve study the map of the school many times, so you do not fear getting lost.
>You can’t shake the feeling that being the new kid here is going to be a huge pain in the ass.
>All the students here seem to mind their own business, except for one bitch.
>Some orange chick walks up to you. She has yellow and red hair, kinda like bacon.
>you can tell just by the way she walks that she is a huge bitch.
”You must be new here. I’m going to do you a big favor and tell you how things are around he-“
”Fuck off.” Not wanting to deal with some alpha dog bullshit, you push past her and continue walking.
>everyone is just staring at you, like if you were Jesus or something.
>”You did not just do that.” She grabs your shoulder, trying to get your attention. “Listen here, bastard.”
“No, you listen, bitch, go PMS somewhere else, I have better things to do then hear some slut play dictator.”
>You swat her hand off your shoulder and continue walking.
>”You’ll pay for this!” She shouts angrily.
>Lucky for you, not giving a fuck is your special talent.
>Suddenly, people start clapping at you, and offering high fives, congratulating you on your “victory”
>Looks like people legitimately feared her, usually with these kind of things, more often than not, it’s for good reason. 
>Seems like you’ll have to keep an eye out for her, whatever she maybe be planning for you.
>Day continues, people staring at you and whispering.
>looks like rumors are beginning to spread, and it’s going to get worse from this point on.
>Seems kind of rude, people glancing at you only to say something to the person next to them, but you do get a thumbs up from a guy or two. So you might become more of a legend then anything.
>you put your concentration at your school work, ignoring everyone and everything else.
>lunch
>From a quick study of the room and its inhabitants, everyone’s cliques are based off of everyone’s personality being nothing more than a stereotype.
>There is a hippie table, some nerds, so on and so forth.
>You sit alone, munching on taco.
>You look across the room to see that same girl from earlier, talking to a couple of sweaty guys
>She notices you staring at her, and she returns with a glare
>She gets up and leaves speed walking away.
>The two guys she was talking to turn around to look at you, and then snicker.
>they get up to leave as well.
>You finish your food and leave the lunch room
>but as you were about to leave, the girl returns with some guy with blue hair.
>why haven’t you bothered to learn anyone’s name?
>He has his arm around her, and he is giving you the look of death.
>She sobs onto his chest, mumbling something about you.
>She turns her head to you, and gives you a mischievous smirk.
>ashitstormisbrewin.jpeg
>He lets go of her and walks up to you
>”You got a fucking problem, bro?”
“I’m guessing you are her boyfrie-“
>you are cut off by a fist. To your face.
>He got you good, but you are still able to dodge his next strike.
>While backing up, of course still facing your opponent, you have a quick look around the room.
>Students have encircled you two, but there is still one table left within the circle.
>You can’t see behind yourself, too much of a risk to check what’s behind you.
>Judging by his physic, he must work out quite a bit.
>You are going to have to make heavy, solid hits; quick jabs aren’t going to cut it.
>Time to take on offensive move.
>you go with the “ol’ one-two”, it being effective enough to stun him.
>While he is still stunned by your attack, you grab him and throw him to where you were standing.
>He quickly catches his balance and turns to you, fist up.
>You take a quick glance and see that behind him is a trash can and a wall.
>Time to wrap this up.
>You make the quick, “come at me” gesture with your hand, ending it with a middle finger.
>As you hoped, he charges with a raised fist,
>you turn to his right dodging, and you grab his arm, placing a hand on his back.
>You throw him at the table.
>now for phase two.
>You quickly grab his head and slam it on the table, three times for good measure.
>you hastily grab him and hurl him at the garbage can.
>the impact sends trash flying, like confetti to celebrate another win.
>You walk up to him, grinning like there’s no tomorrow.
>He is about to get up.
>nope.jpeg
>you deliver a swift kick to the head.
>AND DOWN GOES FRAZIER.
>you bend down, grab his head bringing it to yours.
“Defending the girl’s honor is rather respectable, if she was an actual respectable person.”
>You stand back up, to bask in the glory of your win.
>must you be a narcissistic bastard?
>You see something in the corner of your eye, so you quickly turn around.
>Oh cool, a police officer!
>Wait, what?
>975,000 volts cause you fall to the floor, and do the Harlem shake.

>next thing you know, you are in the principal’s office.
>apparently the cop who tazed you work for the school.
>but now you have to deal with Principal Celestia, and boy, she is fucking pissed.
>you give your side of the story, explaining the how the tactic you went with was to end the fight quickly, etc.
>Some real cops where there later, and it looks like the Douche you were fighting is filing assault.
>Upon hearing the story, your awesome dad is okay with what you did and is going to take care of the trouble you made.
>Cool
>You did get a three day suspension, though.
>Your dad did say that you shouldn’t have been so harsh to the queen bitch, no matter how much of a cunt she presented herself as, so no “gamestation-whatcha-ma-call-it” during the suspension.
>Now that you think of it, you were rather mean to “Sunset Shimmer”, she doing nothing more but piss you off.
>However, with trying to get her boyfriend to do her dirty work, she is proving to be quite the threat to you, and already a threat to the rest of the student populace.
>there is no doubt that she is coming back with a vengeance.
>Shit’s going down, and you gotta be prepared.
> You’ve dealt with a fair share of Machiavellians in your old school, and it never hurts to collect some background info.
> You are going to have to ask some people around about her.
>mostly, victims of her wrath, as they will offer insight to her tactics and forms of scheming.
>this is going to be interesting.
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>Day 1 of ‘vacation’
>You wake up at 8:30ish.
>You would have slept until noon, but your dad getting ready for work wakes you up.
>You are usually at school before he gets ready for his job, so you didn’t know he makes such a racket.
>You walk outta your room to see what he is doing.
>You wince at the smell of burnt eggs.
>Dad never was very good at cooking, unlike you.
>You’re dad was a forensic scientist, so he had all kinds of friends working in the judiciary branch.
>Lawyers, district attorneys, cops, etc.
>How lucky for you.
>One time he dated a judge.
>But she was very stuck up, so he dumped her.
>He gathers his stuff, and opens the door.
>”Remember, Anon, no vidya games.”
>*sigh*
“Yes Dad, but what about the computer?”
>He thinks for a bit.
>”No porn” he says in a joking tone.
>You chuckle as you wave goodbye.
>He shuts and locks the door.
>Now, what do?
>After getting yourself a bowl of cereal, you sit down and watch The Walking Dead episodes that you recorded.
>After you get caught up, you decide it’s time for lunch.
>You grab a cookbook.
>You take a recipe and check if you have the ingredients.
>Apparently it’s a no. you’re missing some chicken and lettuce.
>You walk to the store and get the stuff.
>Time to go back home.
>You come back home and get to work.
>You make yourself a chicken club sandwich.
>Tastes just like the one at Sizzler’s
>You eat it while watching Breaking Bad.
>You continue watching it until dad came home at 6:30.
“Didya have a good day?”
>”Yeah, we are getting a lot closer to catching ‘The Spongebob Serial Killer’.” he says exhaustedly.
>You laugh at the name of this killer.
“pfft, the what?’
>”It’s some weirdo that kills people using a spatula, and then leaves a spongebob toy by the body.” he explains
>The two of you play a quick game of pool before you start cooking dinner.
>You make some Cajun Chicken Pasta, and it taste like the food of the gods.
>”Anon, you know how I feel about cooking. Remember what happened last time?”
>You scoff and look his dead in the eyes.
“It wasn’t that bad.”
>”you set the house on fire!”
“It was just the oven!” you plead. “Besides you’re one to talk, the eggs you made today were more burnt then a Jew at Auswitch!”
>You both chuckle at your joke
>”Touché.”
>You finish your meals and wash the dishes.
>You go on the computer and log onto FaceBook.
>New message and friend request.
>Both from a girl named “Dawnrise Glitter”
>You read the message.
>”you were so cool when you fought Flash and stuff, I’d like to get to know you more ;)”
>You go to her page.
>Most of the info on her “about me” section is either vague or unanswered.
>You download her picture and do an image search.
>Apparently it’s the profile picture for quite a several other accounts, spread to many websites.
>shadyasfuck.jpeg
>It must be an attempt by Sunset Shimmer, trying to get to you using a fake alias.
>You reject the request and delete the message.
>You watch YouTube videos until you pass out.
>Day two
>Wake up at 1 pm with a note next to you.
>” Clean the house, you drunk. Love, Dad”
>So you do as your told, having nothing better to do at the moment.
>Later, dad cooked dinner.
>Chicken and broccoli
>Both were crunchier than a dried out cumrag.
>Work on drawing until you go to sleep.
>Day three
>Wake up at 3 pm.
>Watch Breaking Bad until Dad shows up.
>Eat his Mac and Cheese.
>The cheese was very watery, but the macaroni was dry and the same time.
>How the fuck does someone manage that?
>You workout with a couple of dumbbells until it’s time to sleep.
>Friday!
>Back to school, time to get to work.
>Not just your school work, but also some detective work with this Sunset Shimmer.
>As you walk through the halls, the people look at you, wide-eyed.
>Something is up, so you decide to test your “public relations”
>You walk up to a kid who high-fived you on your first day here.
>You raise your hand for a high five, but he flinches as you do so.
>He gingerly high fives you and walks away.
>Looks like people are scared of you now.
>Let’s put together the puzzle, shall we?
>If Sunset is really the manipulative bitch see seems to be, no doubt she has spread some sort of rumors
>Plus, earlier you heard to girls talking about you.
>”yeah, he broke his nose. Poor Flash”
>Flash is probably playing the sympathy card, with the “I was being a good boyfriend” edge to it.
>You probably have the “Psychopath” label on you now.
>It’s going to make interview the students a lot harder now.
>You need a friend here, some one that can get you the scoop on how things are around here.
>But it appears that you can’t obtain such a luxury.
>You are going to have to let things die down here if you are going to manage that.
>Classes were uneventful, but easy.
>You, of course, direct your focus to the school subjects.
>lunch
>You grab your lunch, but then go to sit outside to eat.
>Another confrontation is going to make things worse for you and your cause.
>Fresh air and time to think will help.
>As you walk to a nice bench to sit, something rams into your back causing you to drop everything.
>CAPTAIN, WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!
>You quickly leap forward, and swing your body around, fists up, ready for anything.
>Instead of sunset shimmer or flash, you see a scared Blonde girl, with her arms up in defense.
>”Oh my god, I am soooo sorry! Please don’t be mad! Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!”
>She is rather thin and fragile, so she doesn’t seem like a physical threat.
>But she could be a mental threat sent by your enemy.
>You decide to give her the benefit of the doubt.
>You unclench your fists, and she slowly lowers her arms.
“Its fine, don’t worry about it. Are you okay?”
>See looks up at you, relieved, but also at the verge of tear-wait a minute, she has amblyopia.
>She quickly looks down at the ground, “S-sorry about your lunch”
“No problem and sorry about yours.”
>She dropped her food when she made impact with you.
>”Yeah, looks like we both have nothing to eat now.” She says softly
“Not necessarily…”
>You reach into your pocket and pull out your wallet.
>8 dollars, good enough.
“Wanna go to Subway? My treat.”
>”You don’t have to….I mean-“
“I insist, neither of us should go hungry.”
>You walk with her to subway, and you both get a foot long to share, along with some drinks.
“I haven’t properly introduced myself, my name is Anon.”
>You offer a hand shake.
>”My name is Derpy, it’s nice to meet you.” She says as she shakes your hand.
“The feeling is likewise”
>She doesn’t seem to fear you anymore, which is good.
>”Are you the guy who…. You know….”
>oh boy
“Fought Flash Sentry? Yes.”
>”yeah I saw that…”
“Yeah…“ You sigh, “Now everyone is scared of me. They pretty much try to avoid me.”
>”I know that feeling”
“Really? Why?”
>”you know…”
>You look at her, intrigued.
>”Everyone bullies me because of my eyes.”
>She sniffles, and you see a small tear escape her left eye.
“That’s it?”
>”Huh?” she looks up at you, shocked.
“It just seems like no reason at all to mistreat someone.”
>”Yeah.” She makes a weak smile at your comment. ”But it seems to be enough of a reason for everyone else. You are very nice, Anon. People shouldn’t hate you, either.”
“Yeah, but they do. All thanks to Sunset Shimmer.”
>You raise your cup and then take a swig.
“To think that all it took was three days and a couple of rumors to get everyone to hate me.”
>”It’s not just what you did, but how you did it.”
>Now that caught you off guard.
>Granted, you strategy was a bit unorthodox, but it did the job as quickly as possible.
“I beg your pardon?”
>”It’s just… the look you have on your face. It was so, viscous, and angry.”
“Oh…”
>The two of you finish your meals in silence and return to the school grounds.
>The bell rings, it’s time to head to fourth period.
>”So, um, thanks for the sub. “
“Thanks for sharing it with me.”
>She blushes at that response.
“I have to go, later.”
>”Yeah, um, see ya later, Anon.”
>You continue to walk to your class.
>Looks like there is at least one person who is willing to talk to you, which is good.
>Latin is difficult for you, since you are more of a visual learner.
>Bell rings, time to go home.
>you were walking from the school when you heard a familiar voice.
>”Hey Anon! Wait up!”
>Derpy runs up to you, but then almost trips
>You quickly catch her, and let her regain her balance.
>The two of you begin to walk together.
>As you walk, the two of you talk about video games and shows.
>Turns out that the two of you actually have a lot in common.
>She laughs and blushes at your jokes.
>Looks like you have new friend, and with her “position” in the school’s society, she could be useful
>She fits all the criteria you need, which makes things a lot easier.
>You arrive at your house.
“You wanna come inside? I have the new Ratchet and Clank game.”
>”Um, no, sorry, I have to get home, but thanks for everything.” She says, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.
“Alright, See you later.”
>You walk in and drop of your backpack.
>Back to the matter at hand.
>You get out a giant piece of paper and you get to work.
>You make a Spider Web Chart, with Sunset Shimmer being in the center.
>Then you start listing who you know at the school besides her, which was just Flash and Derpy.
>You connect them to Sunset and label the connections.
>Sunset—[girlfriend/boyfriend] —Flash
>Sunset — [Bully-Victim] —Derpy
>You are going to have to meet more people to get the full scale of things.
>You are not close enough to Derpy for her to get into detail of her struggles, so that is what you are going to work on first.
>Let the games begin.
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>You decide to start prepping yourself for the future.
>When it comes to large scale attacks, you can’t really prepare 100% without know of it prior.
>The small stuff, though, you can do something about now.
>You grab some money and walk to Wal-Mart.
>You walk in, and grab a cart, making sure to get one with good wheels.
>As you dodge American Hamplanets on motorized scooters, you grab what would help
>you buy a Belt, so you don’t get pantsed. 
>A white T-shirt and gym shorts, for an easy change of clothes if you get egged or something.
>A new indestructible case for your phone, so it does not get destroyed. Speaking of which, you added a tracking program on your phone and a new password lock.
>A first aid kit, because you don’t know the full extent of what Sunset is willing to try.
>And a Swiss army knife, for just about anything.
>You pay for these items and return home, to put them away.
>With a bit more peace of mind, you do your homework.

>Saturday
>Much to your surprise, you wake up early.
>Your Dad is not here, since he gets only the every other weekend off.
>You get dress, and eat some cereal, which makes you ask yourself a very important question.
>Why the fuck do kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch?
>Many times you’ve asked you Dad to find out the chemical composition of these things, but he always says no.
>As you are cleaning your bowl, you hear a knock at the door.
>Much to your surprise, Its Derpy!
>”Hey, Anon! I was, um, wondering if you would like to hangout or something.” She says as she looks to the ground, blushing.
“Yeah, sure of course! What did you have in mind?” 
>”You said you have the new Ratchet and Clank game?”
>You invite her inside.
>She is wearing a black T-Shirt with an image of a muffin, and some grey skinny jeans.
>On her shirt there are some little cuts and tears.
>You lead her to your room, where you turn on your PS3.
>As you take turns playing Ratchet and Clank: Into Nexus, you noticed a bruise on her arm.
“What happened to your arm?”
>”I um……I like to climb trees, and I must of hit myself on a tree branch or something…” 
>You’d believe her, except that the bruise seems to wrap around her arm, like she was forcefully grabbed or something.
>The game maybe playing, but the room feels very silent.
“How about we play something with Co-op?” You say to break the silence.
>”Sure!”  She says, with a lot of positivity.
>You turn off your PS3 and turn on your Wii.
>”Super Smash Bros.? Ah yeah!” 
>She plays as Kirby and you play as Sonic.
>Gotta go fast.
>Despite your intense buttonmashing, she is actually managing to beat you. Bad.
>Your eyes are glued to the screen, but you can feel Derpy staring at you every once in a while.
>Much to your dismay, Derpy manages to whoop your ass three matches in a row.
“Damn, you are good.”
>”Yeah, well, playing video games is pretty much all I do in my free time.”
“Say, I am getting sorta hungry, what about you?”
>”Um, yeah, I guess I could go for something.”
>You lead her to the kitchen where you make some fajitas from scratch.
>You sent down the plates on the dining table and take a seat next to her.
>You closely watch her take her first bite.
>As she sinks her teeth into the fajita, she seeps into a foodgasm
>”Mmmm! Anon! This is delisous! You are really good at cooking!” She says with a bit of food still in her mouth.
“Yeah, my mother taught me how to cook.”
>”She taught you well.”
>After you and her finish, you clean the plates and put them away.
>”Hey, Anon, I have to go. Thanks for everything.”
>She gives you a big hug and then goes her separate way.
>Later, you decide to cook Dad a roast, cowboy style.
>In other words, you grilled the roast and rubbed it in coffee grounds and white pepper.

>Sunday
>You get dressed and eat some cereal.
>You want to get out of the house today, and maybe do something fun.
>So you grab your jacket and head out the door.
>What do?
>You head down to the park, since you have no money to do anything else.
> You find a nice tree and sit down, leaning against it.
>The sun is warm, and there is a calm, cool breeze blowing against your face.
>The ground and grass is rather soft.
> To be honest, it is very relaxing
>Very relaxinnnnnnnn-
>zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
>...
>You slowly try to wake up, but your eyes don’t want to cooperate.
>Your head is resting on something soft, and you smell strawberries.
>”Hey, you’re awake.”
>You quickly jump and do a barrel roll away from the tree.
>You turn to see none other than Derpy, shocked at your reaction.
“Oh…Hey Derpy” You say, trying to catch your breath. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
>”Yeah, I could say the same about you. I went to your house to see if you were there, but you weren’t. But, low and behold, I found you sleeping under a tree. So I just decided to sit next to you, I’m sorry if I freaked you out or something…”
>She looks down to the ground, sad.
“No, it’s fine Derpy. Um, what time is it?”
>She looks at her watch
>”Uh, its 5:23.”
>sheeeeeiiiiiiiitttttt
“Wow, that was one long nap. You wanna go for a walk around the par-“
>”Yes!”
>As you walk around the park, you and Derpy don’t say much to one another. Instead, the two of you take in the scenery.
>You walk around the lake, the sinking sun glistens orange and pink light off the surface of the blue, vibrant water.
>In perfect contrast, the fresh, energetic green shades of the grass covers the ground.
>The wind sweeps through, making the tree branches and grass wave and flex in unison.
>It looks like the whole park is one living, breathing organism.
>”Hey anon, I wanna show you something.”
>She grabs your hand and pulls you off the trail and into the trees
>She leads you to a big clearing, with a tall, large, oak tree in the middle.
>She stops and stares at it, her breath calming, while she is still holding your hand.
>” I used to come here a lot when I was a kid. I know this tree like the back of my hand.”
>She walks up to it and places a hand on the trunk, feeling every texture of the bark.
“So this is like the tree of your childhood.”
>”Yeah, like my own personal safe haven. I spent a lot of time here alone.”
>You look at her in the eyes, sort of expecting her to say more.
>”Um, let’s just say it’s because of personal reasons.”
>She looks back at the tree, captivated by its size and lost in thought.
>She climbs up the tree and sits on a branch.
>You follow her, getting a splitter in your hand, but not complaining.
>”Look at this”
>She points to a small carving of her name on the tree. 
>The lowering sun is front and center, giving the two of you one beautiful display of nature.
>”This has always been my favorite place in the world.” She says as she leans her head on your shoulder.
>You don’t say anything, because you don’t have to. Nothing you can say right now could add to this seemingly wonderful moment.

>Monday
>Back to the chaotic school you go.
>Time to reanalyze what you already know and connect the dots.
>the only advancement to this “war” was Derpy, so that is what you focus on.
>there is that large bruise that wraps around her arm
>Also, she has implied that she was very lonely in her childhood. Probably not with the company of her own parents
>plus, when you first “met” her, she put her arms up in defense rather quickly compared to normal girls.
>Could she have abusive parents?
>God, you hope not.
>In given time, you will find out.
>But now back to the bigger priorities
>You haven’t seen Ms. Shimmer in a long while, which is beginning to concern you.
>You seem to always stress the importance of gathering information, yet you haven’t really done anything significant.
>Derpy has warmed up to you a very considerable amount, so now would be a good time to ask.
>You don’t know her schedule so besides lunch, there is no for sure way to see her.
>You walk down the J-Hall when you notice something.
>Your locker has something sticking out of the little slits on it
>Some pink thing
>Its bologna!
>You open your lock to see that someone has shoved a number of meat slices into your locker.
>Judging by the mold…and the stench, it’s all probably a week old.
>You rarely use your locker, at all, so you would have never noticed until now.
>But this kind of prank is kind of…weak
>weak compared to how supposedly mean and clever Ms. Shimmer is
>This seems like the workings of a couple of retards
>nofucksgiven.avi
>You close your locker and proceed on to your class
>As of now, everyone is ignoring you, but seems to keep a cautious distance.
> Your classes are just a blur of not knowing what the fuck you are doing.
>Seems like this time you are unable to remove the distractions of Ms. Shimmer and what might come out of this conflict.
>Lunch arrives again, finally
>Your breakfast was rather lacking, since you ate just one pop tart and a glass of milk
>Today you get a slice of school pizza
>It is greasy enough for you to regret all of your life choices
>Again, you are sitting outside.
>”HEYA ANON!”
>Sudden surprise Derpy comes outta nowhere, it seems.
>She sits down next to you, and opens a small brown bag.
>She pulls out a muffin, and a plastic bag containing three oreos
“You want this milk carton, you it’d be good with the muffin.”
>”Sure! Here’s an oreo, just for you!”
>She seems to have more optimism as of late.
>You trade the milk for the cookie.
>Though, this may be a sore subject for her, you need to know this.
“Hey Derpy, what do you know of a girl named Sunset Shimmer?”
>Her smile drops and she grows worried look on her face
>”Oh, her. She is just some bully.”
>no, really?
“Do you know of anything she does to people? Like, how she got her reputation?”
>She starts to tear up
>A lot
>”I’m sorry, *sniff* it’s just…”
>She wiped the tears off her eyes with her sleeve
“Its fine, I probably shouldn’t have asked.”
>Well, damn it
>Apparently it’s going to take a little while more until you can get what you need from her.
>In the mists of her sobbing, you place a hand on her back for comfort.
“There…There”
>you slowly and awkwardly pat her back.
>She immediately wraps her arms around you, in a hug that could kill a bear
>”T-th-thank you Anon, you are so nice to me.”
>When suddenly….SUDDEN ATTACK!
>A blue muscle car drives by who you assume to be Flash Sentry, starts launching eggs
>You quickly jump infront of Derpy, shielding her
>But more importantly, you read the license plate
>The car speeds off into the urban wilderness
>You are cover in eggs, but no prob, you came prepared.
>”ANON! What happened? Look at you! You’re covered in yolk.”
>The tone of her voice, it has legitimate concern
“It’s okay, I have a change of clothes in my backpack”
>you go into the bathroom and change into the shirt and shorts you got at Wal-Mart
>Not bad
>You write down the license plate number before you forget
> You didn’t get to recognize the car model, but judging by the paint job and rims, that guy must really like his car…
>You know better than to get too attached to anything or anyone, because when you do, it becomes an easy target for your enemy.
>Flash, you just made things a bit more easier.
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>When you get home, you asked your Dad to have one of his friends to search the license plate number.
>Your Dad’s face when [http://i.imgur.com/q0gwJcG.jpg]
>”Anon, son, what are you up to?”
“At school, a car pulled up and tried to throw eggs at me.”
>Your Dad gets a huge grin
>”I’ll see what I can do, YoungBlood.”
>Later that night	
>Football game at school
>You arrive to the school, the street lights illuminating in a mechanical hum
>The the roads are black as a void, only to be outdone by the night sky
>Looking straight up at the sky, it looks like a black hole, glittered by celestial diamonds and edged by the human light pollution, like a red flame encompassing a black coal.
>The football game is in its second quarter, and it looks like the school’s team is losing
>Fuck, get it together, Flash.
>You are not here to look for Derpy or anything like that. She is not the main propriety at the moment
>The parking lot is poorly lit
>Thank you, budget cuts
>Night Vision Goggles activate
>You begin looking for Flash’s car
>After about 6 minutes, you find it
>Time to get to work
>You gently pick the lock, and open the door
>You search the glove box, and find nothing.
>Trunk? Nothing
>Right when you were about to give up, you notice something
>Wedged under the driver’s seat, there is a wallet
>fuckyeah.png
>You take his money, and driver’s license
>one last thing before you go
>you put the wallet back, but don’t lock the door.
>you open the wire circuit under the stirring wheel and examine the wires.
>You cut the right wire
>You run to the back of the car and use a screwdriver to bust one of the tail lights
>you recover the stirring wheel and relock & close the doors.
>Time to leave
>When you go home, you take off your hairnet, wig, and gloves
>Don’t want to leave any DNA evidence, do you?
>With another plan executed seemingly perfectly, you sleep like a comatosed baby.

>Tuesday	
>Time to eavesdrop on some more people
>From what you’ve heard, your plan worked
>Flash got pulled over for having a busted light by the cops
>You didn’t expect it to work, since it’s not a for sure thing for a cop to pull you over
>So this is another win by you
>Plus, you got $80
>neat
>INTERCOM: “WILL ‘ANON YMOUS’ PLEASE COME TO THE OFFICE. ‘ANON YMOUS’”
>Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good.
>You go to the office
>Apparently the smell of your locker has gotten so bad, people don’t want go down that hall anymore
>The teachers in that hall have it the worst, since they are suck there
>You explain that you didn’t do it, and it’s just probably some half-assed prank by someone
>and with that, you skip away freely
>On your way to class, you get an unexpected visit by a teacher named Mr. Phoenix
>He has a grin on his face
>”Mr. Ymous, I trust that you have cleaned your locker?”
“No. Why?’
>His smile and optimism: Gone
>He just glares at you as he walks away in a huff.
>You laugh as you proceed with your day

>Math Class
>You are pretty good at math
>You usually finish certain assignments early, giving you time to help others if they ask
>You mainly help the girl next to you, Fluttersomething
>She is always mumbling instead of talking and never looks at you straight in the eye
>You help her out regardless
>”Um, thanks Anon…for the help and stuff”
>She has her face down to her desk
“No problem Flutters”
>She blushes at your nickname
>”So, um anon…you wanna, *gulp* maybe, go out with me? If you want to, it’s entirely up to you.”
>Is she asking you out?
>Seems like it
>Lets quickly list the pros and cons
>Pro: With her extremely passive nature, she is no doubt victim of Sunset Shimmer, so you have more information to retrieve.
>Con: She is not as damaged of a person as Derpy, so the information might be rather lacking in content. You know, Quality vs. Quantity
>You theory is that because of how bullied Derpy is, the more and better stuff you can get out of her.
>Pro: Dem tits and that perfect, round ass.
>Con: Death by snoo snoo?
>Looks like it’s going to be a Yes
>Besides, it’s not hurting anyone, right?
“Sure, I’d love to!”
>She looks up at you, with wide eyes.
>For once she is looking at you in the eyes
>”R-really?”
“Yes”
>”Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshthankyouthankyouthankyou!”
>She hugs you with a tight squeeze, her 36 C cups pressing against your chest
>Dayum
>You smell her hair, it smells like strawberries.
“So…eh,um”
>You try to speak but you can’t get any oxygen to your lungs on account of her grip
>She breaks the hug and smiles
>”Heh, sorry.”
>You regain air in your lungs
“So, what’s your number?”
>”Oh, yeah, um.”
>She quickly writes down her cellphone number on a slip of paper and hands it to you.
>Bell rings
>You both leave class and go your separate ways

>lunch
>You grab your lunch
>You see a familiar face
>It’s Hootershy!
>No, it’s Fluttershy, ya weirdo
>She runs up to you, holding her salad
>”Hi Anon! Where shall we sit?”
>Then it dawned on you.
>With Fluttershy being your new girl friend, you now have something important to you exposed
>Fluttershy could very well become a potential target for Sunset Shimmer
>Oh god, what do?
“Um, let’s sit outside; it’s such a lovely day out.”
>”Sounds great!”
>the two of you sit outside on the grassy fields
>The two of you eat your meals in silence
>You contemplate your next move, should you dump her, for her sake?
>Or should you date her can at least try to protect her?
>This shit is nerve-racking
>Before you know it, Derpy appeared
>You wave at her
>She just stands there, frozen
>She snaps out of it and walks over to you
>”Hi Anon!....and…fluttershy”
>She says Fluttershy’s name slightly bittery
>”So…What’s new?”
“Nothing much”
>FS:”Me and Anon are dating!” Fluttershy says, uncharacteristically loud and cheery
>D: “Oh….Cool”
>Her voice lowers into a whisper
>D: “Welp! I gotta get going. I’ve got…stuff to do… and what not.”
“Sucks, well, nice seeing ya, Derpy!”
>She speeds walk away
>Odd
>You do need to tell Fluttershy the circumstances of your conflict with Ms. Shimmer.
“Fluttershy, there is something I must tell you.”
>She looks at you, intrigued.
“I am in some sort of….at war with Sunset Shimmer.”
>She is in absolute shock.
>”Oh Anon! This is bad! Very bad! Don’t you know what will happen to you, do you?”
“Actually, that’s the thing. I could use some information about her. However, there is something you should know. If you are going to be my....um, girlfriend, you are in the direct line of fire, understand?”
>Her lowers as she goes into thought
>You don’t know what she is thinking, but you can imagine it’s somewhere along the lines of a “Pros & Cons” list.
>Pro: You are one drop dead sexy motherfucker
>Con: More and even worst bullying
>She places her hand on yours
>”Anon, I understand what you are going through, but you must end it as soon as possible. Or else it’s only going to get worse from here on in.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do. So you are going to have to tell me what you know of her.”
>”Alright Anon. I am here for you.”
>She rests her head on your shoulders
>Welp, things are turning out rather nice for you.
>Let’s not count our chickens before they hatch
>You tell Fluttershy what exactly you did to piss of Ms. Shimmer and your fight with Flash, but you haven’t told her anything about your plans of action. Telling her about the whole license plate and stuff sounds rather stalker-ish
>From what you’ve heard from Flutters, Ms. Shimmer is just a name calling bully that likes to raise her tone of voice at people.
>It appears Fluttershy is too much of a doormat to know Sunset’s full wrath
>She doesn’t have much to offer now
>She is cute though, so might as well keep her around

>later, at home
>You haven’t seen Derpy since that odd encounter at lunch, which is odd considering that you’d usually see her in the school halls, which she would warmly smile and wave at you
>You make a homemade pizza for dinner
>Homemade, as in straight from scratch
>Fuck yeah
>As the pizza’s baking, Dad walks in
>”EEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”
>”Whatcha making, sonny boy?”
“Pizza”
>He stares at you closely
>”What kind of pizza?”
“Cheese. With Ham, sausage, and mushrooms…”
>”Awesome, sounds grea-“
“And anchovies.”
>”Oh, you motherfucker”
>He runs up to the kitchen and grabs a big, wooden spoon
>“This is the last time you destroy a meal in this household, Sir Anon!”
>”Prepare to die!”
>He trys to swing the spoon at you but you dodge
>You grab another wooden spoon and assume a fencer’s stance
“En Garde!” 
>After some swordplay, you take the pizza out of the oven and serve it
>Once again, the fruits of your labor taste like the food of the gods themselves
>Doesn’t help it that your Dad sits there throwing the little fishes at you
>Not that you are complaining, though
>You’ve always been a man of odd tastes
>”Anon, your license plate numbah came through.”
>He tosses a paper at you
>Low and behold, there is Flash Sentry’s address.
>”Have fun, ya weirdo.”
>You eat your pizza in glee
>Tonight you will do some recon, army style
>awwwwwww yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
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>Nighttime
>10:00 to be exact
>Time for fun
>You are in your room, gathering things you might need
>Night Vision Goggles
>Check
>Binoculars
>Check
>Lock picking kit
>Check
>Balisong
>Check
>You grab some other stuff and jam it into your backpack
>you dress in all black
>With fingerless gloves too
>You feel like a ninja badass
>Time to set out
>You walk out of your house and into the seemingly lifeless outside world
>You begin parkouring over peoples’ fences
>You check the address you are going to
>It’s two miles away
>Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
>You decide to save your stamina
>You use the sidewalk like a normal person

>After that peaceful and long walk, you make it to the neighborhood of your target
>You begin jumping over fences, climbing trees, walking on fences, and walking over rooftops
>Just for fun
>Before you know it, you are at Flash’s backyard
>You are a stealthy badass
>Except for the fact that you knocked over three trashcans on your way here
>Doesn’t matter, along as it wasn’t a car alarm
>That would wake up the whole neighborhood
>You stalk around the house to get a better look
>You go in a counterclockwise path
	
>It’s a two story house
>Back: There is a glass door that opens to what appears to be a kitchen. Above there are two windows, and one has the lights on. Also, to the right, there are is a door with a small window on the door
>Left Side: Nothing to see here, but a rose bush.
>You piss on the rose bush
>Front: There’s a large garage to the left connected to the house. It has two large windows with a door in the middle, all under awning. The door is a windowed door, and the windows are twin double hung windows. The awning is supported by four columns, two at the corners and two about three feet away relative to the door. The awning itself is about four feet in length. Above the awning are three windows, same as the ones lower but the middle on has a half circle window on top of it
>Right side: Four windows, two the first level, two on the second level. Looking in the two windows, you see a living room and a dining room
>You’ve taken pictures of each side of the house
>You return to the backyard
>You climb a tree to the top
>In the window with the lights on, you see Flash Sentry himself
>He has a lot of football posters
>A lot
>Wait a minute, Flash is masturbating
>Classy
>You whip out your camera and take a picture
>neat
>This will come in handy
>badjokemexican.png
>And with that, you go home
>You upload the pictures to your house
>You brush your teeth and fall asleep, much to the disappointment of your father, who wanted to play Mario Party with you

>New Day
>You walk into the door, with a bit of hesitation
>You hear some guy in a beanie yell something
>”HUUUMMMPPP DAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
>Oh yeah, today’s Wednesday
>You were about to walk to the library when someone stops you
>”Anon, we need to talk.”
>You turn around, and to your surprise, it’s the Gigabitch herself, Sunset Shimmer
>”I just wanted to say, we got off on the wrong foot.”
>The tone of her voice is a bit cheery, which you know is fake
>She gives a clearly fake smile, one that just makes you want to punch her in the face
>”As a formal apology, I am throwing a party on Friday. Please be the guest of honor!”
>She hands you a little envelope
“Hmmm. You know what, I shall appear, thanks!”
>She grows an actual genuine smile
>”Well, that settle that! Feel free to bring a guest. See ya there!”
>She winks at you and then skips away
>”Anon, I really hope you didn’t take that seriously.”
>You turn around to see Derpy, with a concerned look on her face
>You open the envelop and look at the paper
>Just says where and when this suppose party it at
>”Anon! I am serious, don’t even think about it! It’s going to be a trap for sure!”
“It’s okay, Derpy, I wasn’t planning to go anyways. I’m smarter than I look.”
>”Then why did you say yes to her?”
“Just so that she goes on and makes whatever she is planning. You know, just to have her waste her money and resources.”
>”Oh, that’s pretty clever.”
“Thanks”
>You start walking Derpy to her class
“So Derps, what’s your favorite vidya game?”
>She blushes and giggles at the nickname
>”Um, I’d have to say Majora’s Mask”
“Oh really? I’ve never played it before.”

>She grabs you and pushes you against the wall
>”WHAT!?!?!? WHY??!?!”
“I-I don’t know! I just never played it before.”
>”You have to Anon, you have to play!”
“Alright, Alright! I will!”
>She lets go of you
>”You better Anon; it’s the best game ever!”
>She goes on to rave about the game
>She praises every small detail
>Then the two of you part your ways and go to your respective classes
>Lunch time
>You again eat lunch with Fluttershy, meaning that the two of you eat your food in silence
>This time Derpy sits with you, but she is uncharacteristically silent and looks a bit down
>Which, of course, makes things a bit awkward.
>You decide to break the silence
“So, nice day we’re having.”
>They both just nod at your comment
>Still awkward as fuck
>You try to hold back your flowing spaghetti and to break the ice”
“So I heard tha-“
>Some kind of blow to the head cuts you off
>It was an apple

>Instinctively you jump from the bench and turn around, fists up
>FS & D: ”Oh my gosh Anon! Are you oka-“
>You quickly motion both of them to shut up
>Some blonde girl with brownish orange skin walks up to you
>She grabs you by the shirt collar
>”Anon, you better explain ya self right dis moment or else!”
>You swat her hand away
“Watch yourself, madam. I don’t know who you are, or what you think you are accusing me of, but you are the one who is going to do some explaining.”
>”Ma name is Apple Jack. This here is my brother, Big Mac. And I am here ‘cuz I’ve been hearin’ that you’ve been bullying my lil sis Applebloom.”
>”Eeyup.”
>A muscular guy comes from behind Apple Jack, arms crossed
“Hmm, interesting. Nice to meet you.”
>You offer a handshake
>She reluctantly shakes your hand, squeezing it a bit too much
“I have not been ‘bullying’ anyone, and I certainly do not know who your sister is.”
>AppleJack glares at you, studying your face.
>”Is that so?”
“I am a man of my word. Someone is probably playing you, and I think I know the culprit.”
>”Who?”
”Sunset”
>”Oh. Sunset”
>She says that with a hateful growl
“Can you tell me what happened?”
>”Well, mah sis and her friends walked up to me and said that you trashed their club house and started pickin’ on them”
>Now this is interesting
“Can I talk to your sister?”
>”I suppose.”
“Um, girls, just wait here, I got some business to take care of.”

>You follow AppleJack and Big Mac
>”Applebloom, is this the boy whose been pickin’ on you?”
>The little girl looks at you intrigued
>AB: ”No.”
“Ma’am, did you bother asking your sister for a description?”
>Applejack blushes with embarrassment
>AJ: ”No…The moment I heard your name I began walkin’. And I knew what you look like because of your fight with Flash Sentry.”
“Really?”
>AJ: ”I saw it, brutal stuff.”
>BM: ”Eeyup”
>You turn back to the young girl
“Applebloom, is it?”
>AB: “Eyup!”
“Nice meeting ya, little lady.”
>AB: “Little Lady? I’m in high school mister!”
“Hehe, indeed you are, pardon me, ma’am. Anyways, so there has been a big misunderstanding here. I clearly didn’t do all those mean things to ya, but someone did, and that’s not right. Can you tell me what this jerkface looked like?”
>AB: “Tall dude, orange-yellowish skin. Blue hair. Mighty cocky. Black jacket with a red and white stripe on it”
>“Flash…” you and AJ say in unison

>AJ: “Come on, Big Mac, we’ve got work to do”
>Her voice took the turn for the bitterly angry
>It was clear that she was set out for vendetta
“Alright, let’s go.”
>AJ: “Whoa there sugarcube, we appreciate you clearing up the confusion, but we can take it from here.”
“Flash did this trying to frame it on me, probably hoping to get you guess to beat me up or something. So, I think I should be a part of this too. Plus, there is something I want to say to him myself.”
>She thinks about what you said for a second
>AJ: “Alright, lets getta move on then.”
>You help the Apple Family with the search for Flash, which leads you to the football field.
>There was that smug mother fucker, eating a sandwich with some guys that are on the football team, whom you assume to be his friends
>That doesn’t intimidate you in the slightest

>Apple Jack confronts Flash immediately
>She says about the same thing she said to you, but a lot more angry
>F: “Listen, Apple Jackass, your sis and I were just having fun, no need to go into a bitch fit over.”
>AJ: “And tryin’ to frame it on Anon? How cowardly.”
>He chuckles
>F: “Speaking of that little shit stain, where is he? Out with the retard?”
>You step forward, fists clenched
“Hey, Smurf pubes for hair, I have a question for you. Did Sunset Shimmer put you up to this? We all know that she plays you like a fucking puppet. Or was this a product of your own childish tantrum?
>Flash glares at you; you can tell that his blood is boiling
>He gets up and walks over to you
>F: “Why don’t you waddle back to your retard friend before things get ugly.”
“BEFORE things get ugly? Flash, your face is already fucked up beyond repair. To think, the last time I kicked your ass, I just might have made an improvement.”
>His right shoulder is twitching; he must be preparing to throw a punch.
>He is only about a foot away from you; you are going to have to dodge quickly, then back up for another attack and to throw your own two cents in.
>But to your surprise, he begins to back up
>”I have better things to do then talk to some little piece of shit.”
>He turns his back to you and begins walking
“Yeah, I expected as much from Sunset’s bitch.”
>He turns to you, eyes on fire
>3
>2
>1
>FIGHT!

>He runs up to you to tackle
>You use your parkouring skills to sort of climb and jump over him
>As he begins to turn again, you charge to punch
>You get a good strike with your right fist to his face
>Then you punch him with your left
>Then your right
>Then the left
>Right
>Left
>Next thing you know, you got a fucking x10 combo going
>”YOU’RE GOING DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER”
>You hear behind you one of Flash’s lovers coming to you
>With a swift roundhouse kick, you send him to the ground
>Critical Hit; It’s Super Effective!
>DUMBASS Fainted!
>More of Flash’s fuck buddies are coming to aid
>You swiftly run and charge to fight one
>It’s 4 against 1 now
>Until you see Big Mac coming to join the battle
>The two of you fight side by side
>He’s doing some solid hits, but you are ranking up hits faster than fucking Mohammad Ali
>You are laying critical hit after critical hit
>Before you know it, all the guys are face down on the ground, too much in pain to get up
>You walk up to Flash
>You grab his hair and pull his face to yours
“You want to be Sunslut’s pawn, go ahead, but don’t fuck with. I know where you live, Flash, and I have friends in very, VERY high places. I am actually in a very good mood, and believe me; you do not want to see me angry. I am taking Ms. Shimmer down, and if you even try to get in the way, I’m going to personally put you in hell myself, got it?”
>And with that, you drop his head to the ground.
>Time to talk to your impromptu ally
“Thanks for the help; I will take care of anything that happens next.”
>BM: ”Eeyup”
>http://i.imgur.com/rTpXI6K.gif
>You look over to AppleJack
“Yo AJ, everything alright?”
>AJ: “Yeah sugarcube. Thanks, I guess.”
>She looks around sort of puzzled by the bodies on the ground
“Alright, if you need anything, you know where to find me”
>You begin to walk away, but then you notice something in the corner of your eye
>There is a guy standing on one of the bleachers

>He smiles at you then jumps down the otherside
>No more fucking games
>You run over to behind the bleachers
>There is the guy, putting away a camera and a laptop
>You run up to him
“Who the hell are y-“
>He makes three precise hits with his fingers on your chest
>You go down instantly
>”There are greater things then yourself, Anon Ymous. Until next time.”
>He walks away
>You regain your strengths, but he is long gone
>You start walking back to the school building to see Fluttershy and Derpy crying
>Oh god what
>You run up to them
“Girls, what happened?!?!”
>D: “S-s-sunset Shimmmer…”
>After decoding the series of sobbing mumbles, you get the story
>So Ms. Shimmer apparently just started bad mouthing them and threw a drink at them
>Nothing too bad
>You comfort both the girls until they calm down
> You pet and stroke their hair
>They sit next to you, faces buried into your chest, their breaths slowing
>You daww internally
>Once that is settled, all of you just continue chatting until the bell rings
>You go your separate ways 
>You can’t help but think about that one guy
>This is getting heavy, Doc
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