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Crooked Eyes, Twisted Mind
This is non-canon to "A Fistful of Derpys". It is more or less a spin off. Think of it as an 'alternate universe'. If it helps wrap your head around it, this is a universe that branches off after "A Fistful of Derpys"'s chapter 6. Enjoy!
CHAPTER ONE: THE GENESIS OF WRATH
>You are Anon
>You’ve been working to liberate the students of Canterlot High for about 2 weeks now
>The tyrant that resides in these halls is named Sunset Shimmer
>She herself is a very opposing threat to the people here and their wellbeing
>With your self-righteous valor, you’ve taken upon yourself to take her down
>Do said task has been entertaining, if not painful
>You’ve fist fought her boyfriend (and a group of his friends), but not herself
>It seems like she doesn’t do physical confrontation
>or at least she will, when the time is right
>Recently you’ve gotten the fact that she might be stalking you on your way home
>That would be very, very dangerous
>So, you’ve decided to test if that was the reality of things
>You told Derpy that you have to stay afterschool for about an hour
>You said it loud and clear for any eavesdroppers
>And you know for a fact that Sunset was listening
>Derpy goes to her house, rather disappointed, and you start walking to the school
>In the corner of your eye you see Sunset hiding behind the statue in front of the school
>Figured as much
>You make a quick turn to the side of the school, and you take cover behind the brick wall
>Peering over the corner you see Sunset talking to two guys
>They are the guys from that one time, at lunch
>Moments before you fought Flash for the first time
>You can’t hear what they are saying, but she is pointing them in a certain direction
>The direction where you live
>here we go
>They stop talking and go their separate ways
>You make sure Sunset is gone until you begin following the plebs
>You have your disguise on, wig, glasses, baseball cap
>Plus you are about 40 feet away from them
>As they walk, they just giggle and mumble like retards
>Which, of course, is annoying the ever living shit out of you
>Finally, they reach your house
>You duck behind the neighbor’s fence as you watch them
>Instead of picking the lock, they just barbarically use a screw driver to pry open a window
>It takes a while for the fat one to get into the window, though
>Once they are in, you make your move
>You put your back against the wall next to the window, leaning your ear to listen to what they are doing
>”Uh, lets first start with his room.”
>”Yeah. Hueheuehuehue.”
>You hear them move to the next room, that’s when you step into your house
>They begin fucking up shit in your room, not stealthy at all
>Time to take care of them
>You sneak to the basement
>You and your father never use it; it’s just full of Christmas decorations. You’ve got some old stuff, but nothing really important
>You unlock and open the door
>The basement is pitch black, you can barely see the stairs that lead into it
>You take out your phone
>You set the alarm on it to go off in two minutes
>You place the phone down in the door frame, right in front of the flight of stairs that lead into the basement
>You jump behind of your couch, waiting
>After what feels like an eternity, the alarm goes off
>”WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”
>”I dunno man! Check it out!”
>”Hell no! You do it!”
>”F-fine…”
>One of them emerges from your room, and approaches your phone
>It’s the lanky one
>”What is this?”
>As he bends down to pick it up, you sneak up and push him down the stairs
>His tumbling and bone breaking is loud as fuck
>”AAHHHHH GOD!”
>Shit, even his screams of pain are annoying as hell
>”SNAILS!”
>The fat one comes to the rescue
>”Snails! What happened?!?”
>The skinny one can’t respond, he is in too much pain
>You walk up behind the fat one
>You whisper into his ear
“This is Sparta”
>He turns around quickly, but you kick him down even quicker
>He falls down like a sack of bricks
>You casually step down to the basement
>The retards on lying on top of each other, unable to move, but very much alive
>You kick both of their heads, subjecting them into unconsciousness
>Needless to say, you are pumped
>Some sort of adrenaline is strong in your blood
>It feels good, really, really good
>You go back upstairs and close & lock the basement door from the inside
>Using your phone as a flashlight, you find and turn on the basement light, a lonely bulb drilled into the ceiling
>you have them tied to chairs, with your old electroshock therapy equipment rigged to both of them
>You take everything they had in their pockets
>Flash drives, phones, some cash, and gum
>Fucking pineapple flavor
>When they began awaking, you play them a song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxJrjV4PNXA
>you sing it as you walk around them, encircling them
>It may look a bit corny, but they are shitting bricks now
>When the song ends, you quickly punch the skinny one right in his fucking face
“WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!?!”
>”I uh-“
>you give both of them a 4 second shock
“Answer the fucking question.”
>”I am S-Snails, and he’s Snips”
“Good, what are you doing in my house?”
>” Shimmer sent us.” Snips says
>Another 4 second shock
“I know that. What are you doing in my house?”
>”Sunset wanted us to…search through your stuff. She wants us to find some dirt on you. That’s it, we swear! Please don’t hurt us!”
>Now, you are beyond pissed
>How dare that pathetic bitch try to infiltrate your home
>For some reason, you are getting really angry
>Rage is filling your blood
>You give them a 6 second shock
>Then another
>And another
>You are starting to feel better, a couple more couldn’t hurt
>Wait, you must think logically
>You shouldn’t get too wrapped up with revenge
>Then what should you do with them?
>These loathsome bastards have learned their lesson, right?
>Perhaps you should send her a message
>You pull a knife out of a drawer
>You taunt the poor souls, lightly brushing the blade against their faces
>This turns them into nothing more than crying messes
>More delicious tears from your victim
“Listen up, I need you to do something for me.”
>”ANYTHINNGGG, PLEASE!”
“I need the two of you to tell your leader to resign from her tyrannical throne, or else.”
>As you say those last words, you lightly press the blade against Snips’ neck
>Not breaking the skin, of course
>”Y-yes sir.”
“Make that two things, stop helping her please? Or else I am coming for you too.”
>You give them a 5 second shock, just for fun
>You untie them and remove your equipment from their heads
“Leave. NOW.”
>They hurry and run up the stairs
>The fat one trips
>top kek
>You go back upstairs and into your room
>It’s not that bad, the drawers on your dresser are all open
>And your desk is a bit ransacked
>No real complaints though
>You sit at your desk chair, contemplating what happened earlier
>Intimidation is an excellent motivator for getting what you want
>Sunset of all people should know that
>But there was a certain thrill you had with it
>It felt…good
>It’s such an odd thing that you enjoyed what you did
>You are going to keep this to yourself for sure
>Maybe it’s just the adrenaline talking
>Right?
“Listen up, I need you to do something for me.”
>”ANYTHINNGGG!”
“I need the two of you to tell your leader to resign from her tyrannical throne, or else.”
>You feel a shockwave of pleasure as you scrap the knife against Snip’s neck
>The look in his eyes is…priceless
>You savor the moment as you turn the knife to its blade
>”Y-yes sir.”
“Actually, as a matter of fact, you don’t need to say a single word to her. This will be a sufficient message.”
>You swiftly cut his throat, blood shooting out like a sprinkler
>You begin to be drenched in his blood, but you do not care
>If anything, it’s enticing
>Some gets in your mouth
>The iron taste is so, so fulfilling
>It taste like chocolate
>Even better than chocolate, if anything
>The other pig is crying even harder
>It’s like music to your ears
>You walk up to him
>So much fear in his eyes
>His pupils are nothing more than specks
“Tsk tsk tsk.”
>You grab the electroshock equipment control panel
>12 second shock
>Why not go all out? You’ve earned it
>You quickly run up stairs
>If you are going to step it up, you’re going to need more juice
>You return with a car battery and some jumper cables
>You hook them up to the battery
>You tap the two cable ends together
>Sparks fly
>you can’t help but laugh, this is fun
>You grab Snail’s head and pry his jaw open
>God, he has such bad breath
>You jam one cable into his mouth
>You grab the other one and hold it right in front of his eye
>Slowly, you move it closer and closer to his skin
>Without thinking, you press it into his skin as hard as you can
>you do this only for two seconds, but it looks like your plaything was in so much pain
>You turn off the car battery and remove the cable from his mouth
“Boy, that was shocking, huh?”
>That was a shit pun, but you laugh anyways
>You quickly disconnect the cables off the car battery
>You clip the cables onto his wrists
>You grab your radio and put on a certain song
>At the right moment, you reconnect the cables
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t30E6QR6qtU
>His boy twitches and jerks as the energy pulses through him
>His skin boils and burns, turning red then black
>The air begins to fill with smoke
>You can’t help but breathe it in
>You can’t help just chuckle
>You jump awake
>You could not believe the dream you just had
>You quickly grab your dream journal and write everything down
>That dream was all too real
>You rush downstairs to the basement
>Everything looks normal, except your electroshock therapy equipment is out
>You sit on a crate and think
>If memory serves you correctly, Snails and Snips were hear
>But you certainly didn’t kill them, right?
>You couldn’t have
>You get ready for school in a hustle
>As you walk through the cold, vacant streets, you keep your head down
>Contemplating everything was turning you into a nervous wreck
>You just gotta use reasoning to think things through
>Your mind goes deep into thought, blocking out the rest of the world
>So, it is not a surprise that you got smacked in the face by a certain blonde girl you know
>”Anon! You zoning out there, buddy?”
“Oh, hello derpy.”
>You say flatly
“When did you get here?”
>Her eyebrow raises, intrigued
>”Like two minutes ago. I tried talking to you, but you just kinda ignored me. Is everything alright?”
“Of course Derpy, I am fine, just had something on my mind. How are you on this…’blessed’ day?”
>”Um, I am doing pretty good! Actually, I wanna show you something!”
>She opens her backpack and pulls out a paper in a plastic folder
>It’s a drawing of a muffin with angle wings, flying into the heavens
>You chuckle
“That is lovely. Did you make it?”
>”Yes siree!”
“Is it for Art class or something of that nature?”
>”Uh, no. It’s just a doodle that I did.”
“Oh, well it’s very cute.”
>She smiles and gleams
>”Thank you!”
>The two of you arrive to the school
>You hesitate to walk in, for some reason
>”Are you sure everything is okay, Anon?”
“Yes…I am sure.”
>The two of you go your separate ways
>You turn your head to the left and see Snails and Snips
>Their faces turn pale and they run away
>”What did you do to them?”
>You turn to the right and see Sunset Shimmer, in all of her despicableness
“I beg your pardon?”
>”My…friends suddenly don’t want to talk to me, much less be around me.”
>She said the word ‘friends’ bitterly
“What makes you think I have anything to do with that? Perhaps it’s just your personality.”
>She glares at you with the force of a 1,000 suns
>”I would watch my fucking mouth if I were you.” she says through her teeth
“You watch yours, and then maybe someone here might find you bearable.”
>She walks away in a fit
>looks like your encounter with the douchebag duo was real, but they are alive
>That sets you at ease a bit
>But what if…what if you had killed them?
>You must stray away from such thoughts, but you can help it
>You never really were a violent person
>Plus, you could never do such a thing
>Right?

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Crooked Eyes, Twisted Mind
This is non-canon to "A Fistful of Derpys". It is more or less a spin off. Think of it as an 'alternate universe'. If it helps wrap your head around it, this is a universe that branches off after "A Fistful of Derpys"'s chapter 6. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE: THE GENESIS OF WRATH
>You are Anon
>You’ve been working to liberate the students of Canterlot High for about 2 weeks now
>The tyrant that resides in these halls is named Sunset Shimmer
>She herself is a very opposing threat to the people here and their wellbeing
>With your self-righteous valor, you’ve taken upon yourself to take her down
>Do said task has been entertaining, if not painful
>You’ve fist fought her boyfriend (and a group of his friends), but not herself
>It seems like she doesn’t do physical confrontation
>or at least she will, when the time is right
>Recently you’ve gotten the fact that she might be stalking you on your way home
>That would be very, very dangerous
>So, you’ve decided to test if that was the reality of things
>You told Derpy that you have to stay afterschool for about an hour
>You said it loud and clear for any eavesdroppers
>And you know for a fact that Sunset was listening
>Derpy goes to her house, rather disappointed, and you start walking to the school
>In the corner of your eye you see Sunset hiding behind the statue in front of the school
>Figured as much
>You make a quick turn to the side of the school, and you take cover behind the brick wall
>Peering over the corner you see Sunset talking to two guys
>They are the guys from that one time, at lunch
>Moments before you fought Flash for the first time
>You can’t hear what they are saying, but she is pointing them in a certain direction
>The direction where you live
>here we go
>They stop talking and go their separate ways
>You make sure Sunset is gone until you begin following the plebs
>You have your disguise on, wig, glasses, baseball cap
>Plus you are about 40 feet away from them
>As they walk, they just giggle and mumble like retards
>Which, of course, is annoying the ever living shit out of you
>Finally, they reach your house
>You duck behind the neighbor’s fence as you watch them
>Instead of picking the lock, they just barbarically use a screw driver to pry open a window
>It takes a while for the fat one to get into the window, though
>Once they are in, you make your move
>You put your back against the wall next to the window, leaning your ear to listen to what they are doing
>”Uh, lets first start with his room.”
>”Yeah. Hueheuehuehue.”
>You hear them move to the next room, that’s when you step into your house
>They begin fucking up shit in your room, not stealthy at all
>Time to take care of them
>You sneak to the basement
>You and your father never use it; it’s just full of Christmas decorations. You’ve got some old stuff, but nothing really important
>You unlock and open the door 
>The basement is pitch black, you can barely see the stairs that lead into it
>You take out your phone
>You set the alarm on it to go off in two minutes
>You place the phone down in the door frame, right in front of the flight of stairs that lead into the basement
>You jump behind of your couch, waiting
>After what feels like an eternity, the alarm goes off
>”WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”
>”I dunno man! Check it out!”
>”Hell no! You do it!”
>”F-fine…”
>One of them emerges from your room, and approaches your phone
>It’s the lanky one
>”What is this?”
>As he bends down to pick it up, you sneak up and push him down the stairs
>His tumbling and bone breaking is loud as fuck
>”AAHHHHH GOD!”
>Shit, even his screams of pain are annoying as hell
>”SNAILS!”
>The fat one comes to the rescue
>”Snails! What happened?!?”
>The skinny one can’t respond, he is in too much pain
>You  walk up behind the fat one
>You whisper into his ear
“This is Sparta”
>He turns around quickly, but you kick him down even quicker
>He falls down like a sack of bricks
>You casually step down to the basement
>The retards on lying on top of each other, unable to move, but very much alive
>You kick both of their heads, subjecting them into unconsciousness
>Needless to say, you are pumped
>Some sort of adrenaline is strong in your blood
>It feels good, really, really good
>You go back upstairs and close & lock the basement door from the inside
>Using your phone as a flashlight, you find and turn on the basement light, a lonely bulb drilled into the ceiling
>you have them tied to chairs, with your old electroshock therapy equipment rigged to both of them
>You take everything they had in their pockets
>Flash drives, phones, some cash, and gum
>Fucking pineapple flavor
>When they began awaking, you play them a song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxJrjV4PNXA
>you sing it as you walk around them, encircling them
>It may look a bit corny, but they are shitting bricks now
>When the song ends, you quickly punch the skinny one right in his fucking face
“WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!?!”
>”I uh-“
>you give both of them a 4 second shock
“Answer the fucking question.”
>”I am S-Snails, and he’s Snips”
“Good, what are you doing in my house?”
>” Shimmer sent us.” Snips says
>Another 4 second shock
“I know that. What are you doing in my house?”
>”Sunset wanted us to…search through your stuff. She wants us to find some dirt on you. That’s it, we swear! Please don’t hurt us!”
>Now, you are beyond pissed
>How dare that pathetic bitch try to infiltrate your home
>For some reason, you are getting really angry
>Rage is filling your blood
>You give them a 6 second shock
>Then another
>And another
>You are starting to feel better, a couple more couldn’t hurt
>Wait, you must think logically
>You shouldn’t get too wrapped up with revenge
>Then what should you do with them?
>These loathsome bastards have learned their lesson, right?
>Perhaps you should send her a message
>You pull a knife out of a drawer
>You taunt the poor souls, lightly brushing the blade against their faces
>This turns them into nothing more than crying messes
>More delicious tears from your victim
“Listen up, I need you to do something for me.”
>”ANYTHINNGGG, PLEASE!”
“I need the two of you to tell your leader to resign from her tyrannical throne, or else.”
>As you say those last words, you lightly press the blade against Snips’ neck
>Not breaking the skin, of course
>”Y-yes sir.”
“Make that two things, stop helping her please? Or else I am coming for you too.”
>You give them a 5 second shock, just for fun
>You untie them and remove your equipment from their heads
“Leave. NOW.”
>They hurry and run up the stairs
>The fat one trips
>top kek
>You go back upstairs and into your room
>It’s not that bad, the drawers on your dresser are all open
>And your desk is a bit ransacked
>No real complaints though
>You sit at your desk chair, contemplating what happened earlier
>Intimidation is an excellent motivator for getting what you want
>Sunset of all people should know that
>But there was a certain thrill you had with it
>It felt…good
>It’s such an odd thing that you enjoyed what you did
>You are going to keep this to yourself for sure
>Maybe it’s just the adrenaline talking
>Right?
“Listen up, I need you to do something for me.”
>”ANYTHINNGGG!”
“I need the two of you to tell your leader to resign from her tyrannical throne, or else.”
>You feel a shockwave of pleasure as you scrap the knife against Snip’s neck
>The look in his eyes is…priceless
>You savor the moment as you turn the knife to its blade 
>”Y-yes sir.”
“Actually, as a matter of fact, you don’t need to say a single word to her. This will be a sufficient message.”
>You swiftly cut his throat, blood shooting out like a sprinkler
>You begin to be drenched in his blood, but you do not care
>If anything, it’s enticing
>Some gets in your mouth
>The iron taste is so, so fulfilling
 >It taste like chocolate
>Even better than chocolate, if anything
>The other pig is crying even harder
>It’s like music to your ears
>You walk up to him
>So much fear in his eyes
>His pupils are nothing more than specks
“Tsk tsk tsk.”
>You grab the electroshock equipment control panel
>12 second shock
>Why not go all out? You’ve earned it
>You quickly run up stairs
>If you are going to step it up, you’re going to need more juice
>You return with a car battery and some jumper cables
>You hook them up to the battery
>You tap the two cable ends together
>Sparks fly
>you can’t help but laugh, this is fun
>You grab Snail’s head and pry his jaw open
>God, he has such bad breath
>You jam one cable into his mouth
>You grab the other one and hold it right in front of his eye
>Slowly, you move it closer and closer to his skin
>Without thinking, you press it into his skin as hard as you can
>you do this only for two seconds, but it looks like your plaything was in so much pain
>You turn off the car battery and remove the cable from his mouth
“Boy, that was shocking, huh?”
>That was a shit pun, but you laugh anyways
>You quickly disconnect the cables off the car battery
>You clip the cables onto his wrists
>You grab your radio and put on a certain song
>At the right moment, you reconnect the cables
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t30E6QR6qtU
>His boy twitches and jerks as the energy pulses through him
>His skin boils and burns, turning red then black
>The air begins to fill with smoke
>You can’t help but breathe it in
>You can’t help just chuckle
>You jump awake
>You could not believe the dream you just had
>You quickly grab your dream journal and write everything down
>That dream was all too real
>You rush downstairs to the basement
>Everything looks normal, except your electroshock therapy equipment is out
>You sit on a crate and think
>If memory serves you correctly, Snails and Snips were hear
>But you certainly didn’t kill them, right?
>You couldn’t have
>You get ready for school in a hustle
>As you walk through the cold, vacant streets, you keep your head down
>Contemplating everything was turning you into a nervous wreck
>You just gotta use reasoning to think things through
>Your mind goes deep into thought, blocking out the rest of the world
>So, it is not a surprise that you got smacked in the face by a certain blonde girl you know
>”Anon! You zoning out there, buddy?”
“Oh, hello derpy.”
>You say flatly
“When did you get here?”
>Her eyebrow raises, intrigued
>”Like two minutes ago. I tried talking to you, but you just kinda ignored me. Is everything alright?”
“Of course Derpy, I am fine, just had something on my mind. How are you on this…’blessed’ day?”
>”Um, I am doing pretty good! Actually, I wanna show you something!”
>She opens her backpack and pulls out a paper in a plastic folder
>It’s a drawing of a muffin with angle wings, flying into the heavens
>You chuckle
“That is lovely. Did you make it?”
>”Yes siree!”
“Is it for Art class or something of that nature?”
>”Uh, no. It’s just a doodle that I did.”
“Oh, well it’s very cute.”
>She smiles and gleams
>”Thank you!”
>The two of you arrive to the school
>You hesitate to walk in, for some reason
>”Are you sure everything is okay, Anon?”
“Yes…I am sure.”
>The two of you go your separate ways
>You turn your head to the left and see Snails and Snips
>Their faces turn pale and they run away
>”What did you do to them?”
>You turn to the right and see Sunset Shimmer, in all of her despicableness
“I beg your pardon?”
>”My…friends suddenly don’t want to talk to me, much less be around me.”
>She said the word ‘friends’ bitterly
“What makes you think I have anything to do with that? Perhaps it’s just your personality.”
>She glares at you with the force of a 1,000 suns
>”I would watch my fucking mouth if I were you.” she says through her teeth
“You watch yours, and then maybe someone here might find you bearable.”
>She walks away in a fit
>looks like your encounter with the douchebag duo was real, but they are alive
>That sets you at ease a bit
>But what if…what if you had killed them?
>You must stray away from such thoughts, but you can help it
>You never really were a violent person
>Plus, you could never do such a thing
>Right?

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