Twiderp [aka PurpleSmart], by Nope

Pony TBD Nope 01/28/14(Tue)01:26 UTC-5 No.15954699

Replies: >>15954736 >>15954763 >>15955028

 

idgaf

I'm gonna be that one fag that does ANOTHER oprion 2 story, but you asked for writefagging.

Here we go.

>"Well? Hurry up, I haven't got all day."

"I- I uh,"

>"Come on boy, 1 or 2?"

OP was clearly getting upset, as he was unusually anxious to get out of the alley. You were on your lunch break, out back behind the old Pizza parlour. You were lucky enough to have a father as a lawyer, and your mother a finincial advisor, so you were good with your money. Despite the crummy income, you had a very nice apartment, and you knew good ways to save and such. Little did you know how much you were going to be paying for.

The pressure was enormous. A tall man staring you down, pressuring you to make a descision

you didn't want to. The thing you did next was that of which would change your life forever.

"Ah, 2, I guess?"

The man stares into your eyes inquisitively, not saying anythigng and says reluctantly,

>"If you're sure."

He pushed a heavy brown burlap sack into your chest, and you took it. with a swoosh of the man's long trenchcoat, and a tip of his fedora, he was gone.

 

Nope 01/28/14(Tue)01:48 UTC-5 No.15955028

Replies: >>15955097 >>15960262

 

>>15954699 #

You were happier than you'd ever been, ever for the last two weeks. You'd saved and saved and saved, and you'd finally gotten it. The car you'd wanted for 3 years. The Scion FR-S. A little 24k sports car, just what you wanted. Although you weren't so happy now, more confused, really. You set the sack in the passenger seat, and buckled the seatbelt just in case.

Car tuning had always been a hobby of yours, and you'd gone crazy at this new car. The flat 4 cylinder engine in your FR-S, had stock power of roughly 200hp. Now, after some tweaks here and there, and a turbocharger or 2, it was up to 315.

Out of habit, as soon as you left downtown and got on the highway, you opened it up and let all 315 horses run wild.You made it a point to break your record by the time you got to the 'SPEED LIMIT 60' sign, so far it was up to 113.

Not this time.

Not with this cargo.

You kept it at a steady 65, anxious to get home, keeping it in high gear,revvs low, trying not to wake your passenger.

The Apartment building you lived in was small, only 30 residences total. Thankfully, you lived on the second floor, and getting a suspicious-looking sack there shouldn't be a problem. You get it, and, thankfully, no one saw you. You close the apartment door as quietly as you can, and move in and set the bag on your bed.

>momentoftruth.jpg

Eyeing the knot on the bag, you knew it would be forever-and-a-half before you got that untangled. Scissors to the rescue!

You cut the rope off, and pull the bag open.

>wait

>what

>...

>WHAT!?

"You quadruple nigger..."

 

Purple-smart Nope 01/28/14(Tue)12:33 UTC-5 No.15960262

Replies: >>15960598 >>15961477 >>15962379

 

>>15955028 #

You let out a long sigh, and sat down on the bed. Had OP delivered your true favorite pony? Perhaps the one you were thinking of was just a short-time fancy? Because truth be told, you were expecting Applejack. Applejack wasn't purple. Applejack wasn't a unicorn.

No, Applejack wasn't Twilight Sparkle. Dear God, what've you done? Think of the consequences... In their world, too. Guilt overtook you as you stood up and began to pace around the bedroom. Well, let's get this straightened out. Based on what you knew of her from the show, how do you think she would react to this kind of situation? She was a mess, her hair was crazy like in Lesson Zero, (Maybe she'll let me brushie brushie :3) and she looked pretty beaten up. Bruised, but no cuts, thankfully. Back to thinking time. She would be irrational, scared, and Christ knows what she'll do with that magic shit. Sorry for being that one fag, but I'm gonna have to steal someone else's shit Perhaps... Ah! Anti-anxiety to the rescue! You got the pills from back in the cupboard, and a glass of water. Opening her mouth, you drop the pill in, followed by a tiny lil' bit of water, just enough to help the pill down, but not enough to make her choke.

"Down the hatch."

You moved her throat as you thought would be the norm for swallowing, and ta-da! There it went. Now.

>Shit

>What now?

She stirred.

>Oh, shit.

>...

>Good, she stopped.

Okay. Food, maybe?

You were good on vegetables and fruits and such, so, salad sandwich maybe?

Sounds good.

You set to work, getting some italian bread and lettuce and shit.

"Let's see here... so we have.. Lettuce, tomato, carrots, sprouts, and green bell peppers. Ever since you'd started visiting the gym 2 years ago, you'd turned into a fitness freak. Your fridge was almost always crammed with fruits and vegetables, and you had set up a bench press in your bedroom.

>Holy shit.

You better get that bench bar and weighs hidden, or she'll knock you the fuck out.

Next time?

 

Purplesmart Nope 01/28/14(Tue)14:23 UTC-5 No.15961477

Replies: >>15961600 >>15969201

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>>15961007 #

>tfw it's only 1 off from trips

Dear god.

>>15960992 #

>>15960990 #

>>15960262 #

>Rape

Yeah, that's what'll happen to me if I try anything. You went to a website you found, where you put the ingredients you had in and it gave recopies that could be made with them.

"Okay, first, these weights."

You move the Bench bar, weights, and dumbbells into your closet, and close the door.

>"ROOOOW"

"WHAT THE FU- oh, shit.."

Opening the closet door back up, you found Cookie, your Siamese cat in there.

"Goddamnit, how many times do I have to tell you to stay out of the closet. This is exactly why. I close it while you're in it, and your ass gets locked in and yowls till I let you out."

>Gettin' tired of your shit, Cookie.

>Okay, recipe site time.

>Okay, lettuce, tomato, carrots, sprouts, and green bell peppers.

>Tomato-Spice Toast with Peppers comes up

"Mmm, sounds good. Cooked carrots should go nicely with this."

As you begin cooking, your mind trails off to Purplepone in your bedroom. Not sure of when she might wake up, you quicken your pace.

You feel a furry something rub up against you, and excessive meowing.

"There's nothing you'd want here, piss off."

>[Meowing intensifies]

"Goddamnit; fine."

You get some lunchmeat from the fridge and toss it to Cookie.

"That'll shut you up, for now."

The toast was done, and by God it smelled good.

"Here's this."

You walk to the bedroom, and set the plate on the nightstand.

"Still not awake?"

>Sigh.wav

You sit on the and of the bed, and look out the window at the city. The apartment complex was in the suburbs, in a wealthy area, no slums. There was a park around the building, and the city was a great distance away.

The urge to work on your car was tugging at you, but you knew you couldn't right now.

"This is craziness..."

>"H-hello?"

Oh boy.

 

Nope 01/28/14(Tue)15:10 UTC-5 No.15962072

Replies: >>15962175

 

>>15961600 #

>dubs

You turn around, and a strange force overtakes you, causing you to jump over to Purplepone, yelling

HE'LL DESTROY US ALL

repeatedly, while slapping her. She wakes up, her eyes narrow, and a purple field envelops you as you're thrown backwards out the window, and hit a tree.

You are dead.

GAME OVER

 

Purplespart Nope 01/28/14(Tue)22:14 UTC-5 No.15969201

Replies: >>15969351 >>15970175

 

>>15961477 #

 

You turn around, not sure of what to say at first.

"Hello. How're you feeling?"

>"Alright, I guess.."

Good, she hasn't blown the fucking apartment complex up yet.

Thank based anti-anxiety meds.

>"Wh-where am I?"

How do you respond to this?

"Apartment 2C, Cleavland Ohio, United States of America, North America, Earth, Solar System A.1,

Milky Way Galaxy, Galaxy Cluster 342-C, Supercluster 1.3-C, Universe A, Dimension 1."

>You fucking smartass bitch.

>"Uh, well I recognise Galaxy Cluster 342-C and up, i-is that bad?"

"...If you're looking to go home, yes."

She then had the most defeated look on her face, and the guilt was filling you to your eyebrows.

"So, uh, where are you from?"

Playing it dumb like the ass that you are. You had a game plan, though. Never let her know how she got here.

Never let her know of the thread, OP, anything. Never give her a reason to be angry at you.

>"Equestria, not that you know where that is."

"No, sorry." LIES. Well, kindof. Sure, you knew what it was, but where? Pffftch-

Her stomach growls loudly. "Oh, you're hungry then? Good, I've made you some food, there."

>"Oh, t-thank you," she took the toast, and looked it over before eating.

>"What's on it? It smells really good~"

"Oh, It's spiced tomato, uh, just sautee tomatoes with garlic, onions, black peppercorn,

dillweed, and a little salt and smack it on some toast. Recipe I found.

>"Ifs good!" she says through a mouthful of spiced toast.

"Thanks," You smiled to yourself, this was an oppertunity. You never really got to cook

for anyone else, and when you did, it was gratifying.

"I'm glad you like it."

You'd always been a softie, but you never remembered it being this bad.

Just the thought of having ripped Twilight from her home, to come here, where she has to spend

the rest of her days with only one other person, (and a cat,) never to be seen by anyone.

Your eyes were getting hot. You looked down, covering your face.

>"Wuffs wrong?" still eating the toast.

MOAR ON TEH WAI

 

Nope 01/28/14(Tue)22:58 UTC-5 No.15970175

Replies: >>15970346

 

Post incoming.

It's only like half a post, cuz I couldn't fit it in the last, but you asked for it.

>>15969201 #

"Oh, nothing, j-just a little tired."

Bullshit.

Speaking of looking odd, how about her?

"Hey, you look pretty beat up. Can I help?"

>"Wha-? I don-"

"Hang on a sec,"

You go over to your dresser, get a mirror, and hold it out to her.

She takes it, and looks herself over.

>"Oh, uh.."

"Can I help?"

>"I uh, yeah. Do you have a hairbrush?"

"Probably."

As you make your way to the bathroom, you try and concoct

a plan of how to get Purplepone to let you brushie brushie.

>*She's perfectly capable of doing it herself, so she'll probably think I'm weird or someting...*

Wat do, /mlp/?

Should Anon attempt to achieve the brushie brushie privilege?

 

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Twiderp Nope 02/09/14(Sun)18:29 UTC-5 No.16204418

Replies: >>16204473

 

LAST TIME ON TWIDERP

 

>>15960992

>>15960990

>>15960262

>Rape

Yeah, that's what'll happen to me if I try anything. You went to a website you found, where you put the ingredients you had in and it gave recopies that could be made with them.

"Okay, first, these weights."

You move the Bench bar, weights, and dumbbells into your closet, and close the door.

>"ROOOOW"

"WHAT THE FU- oh, shit.."

Opening the closet door back up, you found Cookie, your Siamese cat in there.

"Goddamnit, how many times do I have to tell you to stay out of the closet. This is exactly why. I close it while you're in it, and your ass gets locked in and yowls till I let you out."

>Gettin' tired of your shit, Cookie.

>Okay, recipe site time.

>Okay, lettuce, tomato, carrots, sprouts, and green bell peppers.

>Tomato-Spice Toast with Peppers comes up

"Mmm, sounds good. Cooked carrots should go nicely with this."

As you begin cooking, your mind trails off to Purplepone in your bedroom. Not sure of when she might wake up, you quicken your pace.

You feel a furry something rub up against you, and excessive meowing.

"There's nothing you'd want here, piss off."

>[Meowing intensifies]

"Goddamnit; fine."

You get some lunchmeat from the fridge and toss it to Cookie.

"That'll shut you up, for now."

The toast was done, and by God it smelled good.

"Here's this."

You walk to the bedroom, and set the plate on the nightstand.

"Still not awake?"

>Sigh.wav

You sit on the and of the bed, and look out the window at the city. The apartment complex was in the suburbs, in a wealthy area, no slums. There was a park around the building, and the city was a great distance away.

The urge to work on your car was tugging at you, but you knew you couldn't right now.

"This is craziness..."

>"H-hello?"

Oh boy.

 

I"M BACK BITCHEEES

 

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Twiderp Nope 02/09/14(Sun)18:32 UTC-5 No.16204473

Replies: >>16204504

 

>>16204418

 

>You turn around, not sure of what to say at first.

"Hello. How're you feeling?"

>"Alright, I guess.."

>Good, she hasn't blown the fucking apartment complex up yet.

>Thank based anti-anxiety meds.

>"Wh-where am I?"

How do you respond to this?

"Apartment 2C, Cleavland Ohio, United States of America, North America, Earth, Solar System A.1,

Milky Way Galaxy, Galaxy Cluster 342-C, Supercluster 1.3-C, Universe A, Dimension 1."

>You fucking smartass bitch.

>"Uh, well I recognise Galaxy Cluster 342-C and up, i-is that bad?"

"...If you're looking to go home, yes."

>The most defeated look overtook her, and the guilt began filling you to your eyebrows.

"So, uh, where are you from?"

>Playing it dumb like the asshat that you are. You had a game plan, though. Never let her know how she got here.

>Never let her know of the thread, OP, anything. Never give her a reason to be angry at you.

>"Equestria, not that you know where that is."

"No, sorry."

>LIES. Well, kindof. Sure, you knew what it was, but where? Pffftch-

>Her stomach growls loudly.

"Oh, you're hungry then? Good, I've made you some food, there."

>You point to the toast,

>"Oh, t-thank you," she took the toast, and looked it over before eating.

>"What's on it? It smells really good~"

"Oh, It's spiced tomato, uh, just sautee tomatoes with garlic, onions, black peppercorn,

dillweed, and a little salt and smack it on some toast. Recipe I found.

>Now that you thougnt about it, you should probably have tasted it before giving it to someone.

>"Ifs good!" she says through a mouthful of spiced toast.

"Thanks," You smiled to yourself, this was an oppertunity. You never really got to cook

for anyone else, and when you did, it was gratifying.

"I'm glad you like it."

>"So who're you?"

"My name's Anonymous, but you can call me Anon."

(2/3)

 

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Twiderp Nope 02/09/14(Sun)18:33 UTC-5 No.16204504

Replies: >>16204545 >>16204935

 

>>16204473

 

>You'd always been a softie, but you never remembered it being this bad.

>Just the thought of having ripped Twilight from her home, to come here, where she has to spend

the rest of her days with only one other person, (and a cat,) never to be seen by anyone, ever.

>Your eyes were getting hot. You looked down, covering your face.

>Silence

>Warm salty droplets were falling to the floor.

>How could you do this?

>What kind of inhumane beast would do such a thing?

>"Wuffs wrong Amom?" still a mouthful of toast.

>Much face wiping and sniffing

"Oh, nothing, j-just a little s-stressed."

>Bullshit.

>Speaking of looking bad, how about her?

"Hey, you look pretty beat up. Can I help?"

>"Wha-? I don-"

"Look."

You point over to your dresser mirror.

There were plenty of small cuts and bruises, a particularly nasty welt on her head, but to other obvious damage.

>She eyed you suspiciously.

>"...D-did you do this?"

>"Me? I-I could never!"

>Slow down there..

"Not to-"

>Don't you even... NOT ONE STEP CLOSER...

"someone I love!"

>The words were out before you could stop them.

>There was no turning back now, you just had to roll with it.

>Her face reddened, and she looks away.

>Trying your best to act like the words you just said wasn't a total surprise to you.

>Was she.. grinning? If so, she was doing a shitty job of hiding it.

"Well, let me go get some stuff to patch you up."

>You hurriedly get up and make your way to the bathroom, spaghetti pouring from your pockets.

 

Wat do, /mlp/?

 

PurpleSmart Nope 02/09/14(Sun)21:55 UTC-5 No.16208155

Replies: >>16208297

 

Going off of the most popular (I think) vote on the Chat, Anon has a first aid kit and some basic medical training.

No demigod Anon.

 

>Rummaging through the cabinet, you extract a red plastic box.

>A quick check inside assures that you've got the right one.

>Some bandaids, gauze, medical scissors, cotton balls. Grabbing some neosporin from the cabinet too, you head back to Twilight.

"Okay, I got some stuff here."

>You sift through the box for the right size band-aids, as among the minor scratches and bruises, there are only two cuts that need attention.

>Pulling out two appropriately-sized bandages, you lay them on the bed, and get put a little NeoSporin on each.

>One of the cuts was on her lower-left hip, and the other was on her right face cheek.

>The hip one was a little awkward, and you thought you may have glimsed some marebits.

>'Later,' You thought, hastily moving up to her cheek. Little Anon was a pushy little bastard.

>"Anon,"

"Hmm?"

>"What's that?"

>She points over to your PC, sitting on the desk.

"Oh, that's a computer."

>The look of confusion on her face told you that they indeed didn't have such technology in Equestria.

"It's like, an electronic machine that can be programmed and ordered to carry out various tasks... Say, if you need to.. print out an essay or ssomething."

>She nods slowly, taking in every word.

"It works by sending electronic signals through hundreds of thousands of circuts and wires into and out of different processers."

>Disconnecting the power supply, you take off the side plate of the PC and expose the intricate innards.

"There's the video card, that handles the picture that the computer sends to the display."

>You point to the TV.

"Here, lemme demonstrate."

Replacing the sidecover of the PC, and reconnecrion the power supply.

>You power on the TV, a Westinghouse 40 inch, and the PC Boots up.

>The Windows 7 Logon screen appears, and you sign in.

 

That's all for tonight, folks. Will write moar 2morrowz :3