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Opt.2: The Girl In Orange, by ss2

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Unnamed story ss2 02/02/14(Sun)23:06 UTC-5 No.16074059
Replies: >>16074956 >>16075180
>You are browsing some good ol' 4chan, for what feels like a few minutes, when something catches your eye.
>'SHIT! It's 4 o'fucking clock'
>Eh fuck it.
>You keep browsing when you come to a thread titled, "Story Time! part 7"
>You read it. Seems like the same old shit as always. Two options.
>Not being bothered to read it, you post,
"Well I'd choose option 2."
>There, short and sweet. Not that it matters. You know this is just so faggots can post stories.
"Well now that I'm done with that shit, let's go to bed."
"I'll need the energy to do nothing but fuck around on the Internet."
>You were right, at least the fucking around part. You really didn't do much.
>Closing the tab of the thread, you turn off the monitor, shut the light off and go to sleep.
Sorry if this is shit. Also the formatting might be fucked up as well. I would love some critique.
ss2 02/02/14(Sun)23:48 UTC-5 No.16074956
Replies: >>16075224 >>16075348 >>16075739 >>16077646
>>16074059
>When you wake up the next morning, you stretch, feeling the unused joints from the night before pop.
>Your cat gets off your bed and runs into the kitchen to be fed.
>After you feed her, you make some eggs and bacon.
> The smell and sizzle of the bacon gives you the weirdest boner you have ever gotten.
>You take a note to slap the shit out of yourself later, but for now, it's eating time.
>As you finish you here a knock at the door.
>'Who the hell knocks at 6 in the morning?'
>You open the door.
"Hello there. What can I do for yo-"
>A big, 500lb man throws a burlap sack at you.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
>You look at the man. He is 6'2" and reeks of cheetos.
>"Have fun." he says.
>And with that he is gone, as quickly as he appeared.
"I need to call the police."
>You make a mad dash for the phone. But before you can reach it you here a moan.
>It's coming from the sack. Last you checked sacks were not sentient beings.
>Walking outside you pick up a stick.
>Poking the sack to see if it is alive you here a voice, still from the bag.
>"Please! No more!" a muffled voice says.
>You open the sack. You close it, and open it again, just to make sure you are not seeing things.
>Then, you think of the post you made on /mlp/.
>It can't be...
"Oh hell no..."
The Girl In Orange ss2 02/09/14(Sun)22:54 UTC-5 No.16209098
Last post.
>When you wake up the next morning, you stretch, feeling the unused joints from the night before pop.
>Your cat gets off your bed and runs into the kitchen to be fed.
>After you feed her, you make some eggs and bacon.
> The smell and sizzle of the bacon gives you the weirdest boner you have ever gotten.
>You take a note to slap the shit out of yourself later, but for now, it's eating time.
>As you finish you here a knock at the door.
>'Who the hell knocks at 6 in the morning?'
>You open the door.
"Hello there. What can I do for yo-"
>A big, 500lb man throws a burlap sack at you.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
>You look at the man. He is 6'2" and reeks of cheetos.
>"Have fun." he says.
>And with that he is gone, as quickly as he appeared.
"I need to call the police."
>You make a mad dash for the phone. But before you can reach it you here a moan.
>It's coming from the sack. Last you checked sacks were not sentient beings.
>Walking outside you pick up a stick.
>Poking the sack to see if it is alive you here a voice, still from the bag.
>"Please! No more!" a muffled voice says.
>You open the sack. You close it, and open it again, just to make sure you are not seeing things.
>Then, you think of the post you made on /mlp/.
>It can't be...
"Oh hell no..."
>>
The Girl In Orange ss2 02/09/14(Sun)22:56 UTC-5 No.16209126
Replies: >>16209151 >>16210516
>It's fucking Scootaloo.
>You are pretty sure it is at least.
>'What the hell am I supposed to do now' you think to yourself.
>'Is this even real? No. I must be high or something.'
>'There is no way in the 9 Hells that there is a cartoon pony in this bag.'
>Well she isn't awake. She must have been talking in her sleep.
>You take her out of the bag and lay her on the floor.
>Nothing seems to be wrong with her. Though she is covered in fur, so you couldn't tell anyway.
>You pull up a chair and begin to stare at her. Your cat comes over and investigates.
>He has always been nosey of everything around him.
>This image makes you smile a little.
"That is pretty fucking adorable."
>You look at the clock.
"Shit, it's 7:OO!"
>7 o'clock is when you go to work.
>But this time you have the equivalent of a 6-7 year old girl in your house.
>This is quite a pickle for you Anon.
>You need to make another choice today.
>Leave her alone with the cat.
>Or call your boss and give him an excuse.
"This is not just not my day is it?"
I'm back!!! For better or for worse.
The Girl In Orange ss2 02/10/14(Mon)00:10 UTC-5 No.16210516
Replies: >>16211464
>>16209126
>>16209151
>With a sigh, you stand up, walk over, and pick up the phone.\
>*dial dial dial*
>You listen intently at the rings of the phone when a voice blares through.
>"This is John Stoll, how can I help you?"
"Hello boss,this is Anon, I'm going to need a day or two off of work."
>"Now why do you need a couple days off?"
"It's a family emergency. My niece's mother had a stroke and got sent to the hospital, and now I need to take care of her."
>You hear silence from the other side. Your boss isn't that much of an ass-hole.
>"Alright Anon. You have the next 3 days off. I added an extra day just in case. Good day."
>He hangs up, and you look down at Scootaloo, who is still lying on the floor.
>'I'm not going to wait for her to wake up.'
>Looking over you see a glass, and think about splashing her like in cartoons.
"Might as well. She's just a filly."
>You walk over and fill it up about a 1/5 of the way. It won't hurt your carpet.
>Splash. Her coat darkens a little as the water hits her.
>Scootaloo shakes her head, water droplets flying every which way.
>She spits out a little water and looks around, frightened by the sudden change of temperature.
"Hello there! Are you all right?" you say, with a bit of cheer in your voice.
>Scootaloo looks at you and says, "Who the hay are you? And while your at it, tell me where I am."
"Well, my name is Anon, and this is my house."
>As you expect she looks around again, this time taking in her surroundings.
>"That's great and all, but where is Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle? We going skiing and I blacked out."
>"Did you bring me here? Take me home!" she stomps her little hooves on the ground.

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Unnamed story ss2 02/02/14(Sun)23:06 UTC-5 No.16074059
Replies: >>16074956 >>16075180

>You are browsing some good ol' 4chan, for what feels like a few minutes, when something catches your eye.
>'SHIT! It's 4 o'fucking clock'
>Eh fuck it.
>You keep browsing when you come to a thread titled, "Story Time! part 7"
>You read it. Seems like the same old shit as always. Two options.
>Not being bothered to read it, you post, 
"Well I'd choose option 2."
>There, short and sweet. Not that it matters. You know this is just so faggots can post stories.
"Well now that I'm done with that shit, let's go to bed."
"I'll need the energy to do nothing but fuck around on the Internet."
>You were right, at least the fucking around part. You really didn't do much.
>Closing the tab of the thread, you turn off the monitor, shut the light off and go to sleep.

Sorry if this is shit. Also the formatting might be fucked up as well. I would love some critique.

ss2 02/02/14(Sun)23:48 UTC-5 No.16074956
Replies: >>16075224 >>16075348 >>16075739 >>16077646

>>16074059

>When you wake up the next morning, you stretch, feeling the unused joints from the night before pop.
>Your cat gets off your bed and runs into the kitchen to be fed.
>After you feed her, you make some eggs and bacon.
> The smell and sizzle of the bacon gives you the weirdest boner you have ever gotten.
>You take a note to slap the shit out of yourself later, but for now, it's eating time.
>As you finish you here a knock at the door.
>'Who the hell knocks at 6 in the morning?'
>You open the door.
"Hello there. What can I do for yo-"
>A big, 500lb man throws a burlap sack at you.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
>You look at the man. He is 6'2" and reeks of cheetos.
>"Have fun." he says.
>And with that he is gone, as quickly as he appeared.
"I need to call the police."
>You make a mad dash for the phone. But before you can reach it you here a moan.
>It's coming from the sack. Last you checked sacks were not sentient beings.
>Walking outside you pick up a stick.
>Poking the sack to see if it is alive you here a voice, still from the bag.
>"Please! No more!" a muffled voice says.
>You open the sack. You close it, and open it again, just to make sure you are not seeing things.
>Then, you think of the post you made on /mlp/.
>It can't be...
"Oh hell no..."

The Girl In Orange ss2 02/09/14(Sun)22:54 UTC-5 No.16209098

Last post.

>When you wake up the next morning, you stretch, feeling the unused joints from the night before pop.
>Your cat gets off your bed and runs into the kitchen to be fed.
>After you feed her, you make some eggs and bacon.
> The smell and sizzle of the bacon gives you the weirdest boner you have ever gotten.
>You take a note to slap the shit out of yourself later, but for now, it's eating time.
>As you finish you here a knock at the door.
>'Who the hell knocks at 6 in the morning?'
>You open the door.
"Hello there. What can I do for yo-"
>A big, 500lb man throws a burlap sack at you.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
>You look at the man. He is 6'2" and reeks of cheetos.
>"Have fun." he says.
>And with that he is gone, as quickly as he appeared.
"I need to call the police."
>You make a mad dash for the phone. But before you can reach it you here a moan.
>It's coming from the sack. Last you checked sacks were not sentient beings.
>Walking outside you pick up a stick.
>Poking the sack to see if it is alive you here a voice, still from the bag.
>"Please! No more!" a muffled voice says.
>You open the sack. You close it, and open it again, just to make sure you are not seeing things.
>Then, you think of the post you made on /mlp/.
>It can't be...
"Oh hell no..."

>>
The Girl In Orange ss2 02/09/14(Sun)22:56 UTC-5 No.16209126
Replies: >>16209151 >>16210516

>It's fucking Scootaloo.
>You are pretty sure it is at least.
>'What the hell am I supposed to do now' you think to yourself.
>'Is this even real? No. I must be high or something.'
>'There is no way in the 9 Hells that there is a cartoon pony in this bag.'
>Well she isn't awake. She must have been talking in her sleep.
>You take her out of the bag and lay her on the floor.
>Nothing seems to be wrong with her. Though she is covered in fur, so you couldn't tell anyway.
>You pull up a chair and begin to stare at her. Your cat comes over and investigates. 
>He has always been nosey of everything around him.
>This image makes you smile a little.
"That is pretty fucking adorable."
>You look at the clock.
"Shit, it's 7:OO!"
>7 o'clock is when you go to work.
>But this time you have the equivalent of a 6-7 year old girl in your house.
>This is quite a pickle for you Anon.
>You need to make another choice today.
>Leave her alone with the cat.
>Or call your boss and give him an excuse.
"This is not just not my day is it?"

I'm back!!! For better or for worse.

The Girl In Orange ss2 02/10/14(Mon)00:10 UTC-5 No.16210516
Replies: >>16211464

>>16209126
>>16209151

>With a sigh, you stand up, walk over, and pick up the phone.\
>*dial dial dial*
>You listen intently at the rings of the phone when a voice blares through.
>"This is John Stoll, how can I help you?"
"Hello boss,this is Anon, I'm going to need a day or two off of work."
>"Now why do you need a couple days off?"
"It's a family emergency. My niece's mother had a stroke and got sent to the hospital, and now I need to take care of her."
>You hear silence from the other side. Your boss isn't that much of an ass-hole.
>"Alright Anon. You have the next 3 days off. I added an extra day just in case. Good day."
>He hangs up, and you look down at Scootaloo, who is still lying on the floor. 
>'I'm not going to wait for her to wake up.'
>Looking over you see a glass, and think about splashing her like in cartoons.
"Might as well. She's just a filly."
>You walk over and fill it up about a 1/5 of the way. It won't hurt your carpet.
>Splash. Her coat darkens a little as the water hits her.
>Scootaloo shakes her head, water droplets flying every which way.
>She spits out a little water and looks around, frightened by the sudden change of temperature.
"Hello there! Are you all right?" you say, with a bit of cheer in your voice.
>Scootaloo looks at you and says, "Who the hay are you? And while your at it, tell me where I am."
"Well, my name is Anon, and this is my house."
>As you expect she looks around again, this time taking in her surroundings.
>"That's great and all, but where is Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle? We going skiing and I blacked out."
>"Did you bring me here? Take me home!" she stomps her little hooves on the ground.

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