Title:           Brad's Corndog
Author:          SPITFIRE118xxx
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/n5ybyxji
First Edit:      Tuesday 7th of October 2014 10:47:43 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 7th of October 2014 10:47:43 PM CDT

>"Want a corndog?"
>You sat still on the floor after bumping into the man that lay before you
>No wonder people nicknamed you "Silly Sparkle"
>Brad, at least you think that's his name, just asked if you wanted a corndog
>Was it a type of wedding arrangement?
>Was he asking for YOUR hand in marriage?
"I- I'm flatter, really, but I have to reject your offer..."
>Brad looks at you quizzically
>Did you say something wrong?
>He suddenly smirks
>"That's alright, But I need you to smell something."
>He looks through his backpack and takes out a handkerchief
>Sniff sniff
>Why does it sme-
>THUMP
...
...
...
"Hablaablasba"
>I shouldn't talk right after I wake up
>But where am I?
>The entire area around you is very dark, but you can make out that you're in a hallway
>You look towards the wall
>You're still in Canterlot High
>This is the only place that has the "Stop this Racist, Down with Whitey!" poster on the wall
>Due to the fact that the lights are out, it's probably nighttime
>But why are you at school after dark?
>Let's think back
>A man named Brad asked if you-
>"Want a-"
>You get on your feet quickly and turn toward the noise
>"... Corndog?"
>Ohgodohgodohgod
"Aaahhhhh!"
>You fucking book it away from where the voice came from
>You can't see shit but you hear it
>Why did you step through that mirror?
>Maybe Princess Celestia is trying to make a cruel joke
>You halt in your thoughts as you slam into a door
>You quickly enter the room and shut the door behind you
>Who the fuck was that
>Was that Brad?
>He did make you smell something and then everything kinda
>Went black
>Is this the ritual for marriage in this world?
>You did reject him politely...
>Is he mad?
>Is he going to force you to betroth him?
>You have to find a way out
>Tap tap tap
>"Coooorndoooooog."
>UAHHHH
>There's a window!
>FUCKING RUN
>RUN
 
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>You attempt to jump through he open window
>Cshhhk
>Ow fuck
>It wasn't open
>You now have shards of glass on your hands and arms
>But you're outside!
>You have to run home
>You hear the door of the classroom you were in open
>GOGOGO
>You sprint across the school property to the local housing till you find your house
>You see in the distance that Brad is trailing you
>Open the door, slam it, lock it.
>Safe
>You are now safe
>Home, sweet home
>KCHEEK-KT CHK
>That sounds like a key
>Oh fuck
>You live in Brad's house
>This is it
>This is the end
>Brad walks in
>He slowly
>Ever so slowly
>walks to the front of you
>Kneels down
>You cower in fear, arms covering you face
>You feel a warmth grasp you hand
>Brad had taken a hold of your hand, still holding a corndog in the other
>You relax, he doesn't seem to want to harm you
>"Open you mouth."
>Wh-What?
>"Open."
>Slowly, you widely open your mouth.
>Brad sticks the corndog in your mouth
>He's starting to brush your teeth with it
>Its breaking up in your mouth
>Its getting caught in your teeth
>Oh god this feel gross
>Ew
 
The end