Title:           The Story That Never Was - Chapter 15
Author:          Shermanator
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First Edit:      Monday 17th of December 2012 08:52:12 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 17th of December 2012 08:52:12 PM CDT

>>Cold steel ran across your inner arm
>>You hissed as the blood slowly trickled out and stained the knife
>>There were two other shallow cuts on your arm
>>You were reveling in the pain
>>Another day had passed
>>You're thinking this out
>>How to do it? Who's first?
>>...Who deserves to be first?
>>The light of Luna bears witness to your madness
 
>>There was a knock on your door
>>At first you ignored it, but you could ignore it no longer after the fourth round of knocks
>>You pass the knife into the hand of the wounded arm, your left
>>You put in the combination to your lock
>>Unlock the padlock
>>Unsecure the two bar locks
>>Undo the deadbolt
>>Disengage the normal lock
>>You open the door and look down to find three small ponies looking yo at you
>>Fillies
>>If you are a giant to normal ponies, you are a colossus to these
>>They seem happy to see you
>>“Hi!”
>>The lead one greets
>>She was brown. A Pegasus.
>>“We're the cutie mark crusaders!”
>>The next one spoke up.
>>Earth filly. You've seen her around when you worked at the orchards.
>>Apple Bloom. Yeah, that was it.
>>The third one spoke up, and your eyes shifted to her
>>“Our mission is to work together to find out who we are, and what we're supposed to be!”
>>This one was white. She possessed the swirling horn of a unicorn
>>You are silent for a moment, examining all three of them
>>No trace of a mark on them, but it was possible that you just couldn't get it at this angle
What do you want
>>You have no patience with them
>>Kids or not, you were busy
 
>>“We noticed that you didn't have a cutie mark!”
>>Said the brown Pegasus.
>>“So we wanted to extend a special invitation to you!”
>>Said Apple Bloom
>>“This is Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, and I'm Sweetie Belle!”
>>The white one made the introductions
>>But you just glared down at them
>>They smiled, but they eventually became awkward and forced
>>They were stumped by your silence
>>You shouldn't talk to strangers.
>>You close the door on them
>>Turn the lock
>>Secure the deadbolt
>>Slide the two bar locks shut
>>Secure padlock
>>Snap combination lock closed
>>Turn away from the door when, immediately, there's another knock
>>You halt, look back at the door for a moment, and decide to ignore it
>>You move back towards the kitchen
>>Knock knock knock
>>You halt once more and bite your lower lip
>>Face goes red
>>Tea kettle whistling sound effect
>>What happens next tips you over the edge of your patience
>>Repeated knocks, sounding like an entire class room of kids were throwing baseballs at your front door
>>You put in the combination to your lock
>>Unlock the padlock
>>Unsecure the two bar locks
>>Undo the deadbolt
>>Disengage the normal lock
>>You open the door
WHA-
>>You are cut off when you recoil. The crusaders have taken a formation where they stand on one another's shoulders
>>They don't, at all, match your height
>>But they're trying
>>Sweetie Belle, at the bottom, wobbles back and forth
>>Scootaloo is at the top, eying you
>>How cute, they're trying to intimidate you
 
>>“Hey! That wasn't very nice! You didn't even tell us your name!”
>>You resist the urge to kick Sweetie Belle out from under them
Anon. Now beat it.
>>You start to close the door again, but Sweetie Belle gives out
>>All three of them yell as they fall in to your door
>>The door slams shut behind them
>>You give them the moment they need to re-situate themselves, and they are immediately fascinated by your home
>>“Wow! Everything is so big!” says Apple Bloom, and she walks off towards the kitchen
Don't...
>>Scootaloo starts jumping up and down on your living room couch, using her wings to achieve some air time
>>“Hey! This is awesome!”
GET OFF OF THA-
>>Sweetie Belle trots up your stairs
>>“I bet he has an awesome closet!”
Don't you dare go in my room!
>>Your eye twitches
>>Your shoulders hoist up around your head, very aggressively
>>“Hey! What the heck? There's no food in here!”
>>You hear Apple Bloom cry out
>>“Were these made by my sister?”
>>Sweetie Belle yells down the stairs
>>“Do you live by yourself, Mister Anon?”
>>Scootaloo asks
>>With your free hand, you snatch her out of the air by her tail and set her down on the floor
I do. Now get o-
>>“Hey! Hey girls!”
>>Scootaloo calls, and the others come running in a flash, taking up formation right next to her
>>“Anon lives alone!”
>>Scootaloo reports
>>“His house is a mess!”
>>Sweetie Belle reports
>>“He has no food!”
>>Apple Bloom reports
>>“I know!”
>>Scootaloo has an epiphany, and all three join in a group hug before you
 
>>They all shout in unison
>>“WE'LL BE HUMAN TAKER-CARER-ERS!”
Nope
>>.avi
>>You swipe them all in your grip in one fell swoop, clenching each of their tails in your hand before you start carrying them to the door
>>They all object
>>Verbally
>>Loudly
>>You ponder making them your first victims at this rate
>>But Apple Bloom gasps, which silences the rest of them
>>“Your arm!”
>>She points a hoof
>>A gentle stream of beautiful crimson pours from the three shallow cuts in your left arm
>>They also notice the knife that drips with your blood, the handle of which is now slick with it
>>Your parents would be very upset with you if they knew where you were
>>You put emphasis on the word 'very.'
>>You discard your knife, which hits the floor with a splash of blood
>>You open the door
>>Prepare to toss these kids out
>>You are blocked, however
>>You look up
>>And up
>>A massive, brick-like bipedal canine fills your door way
>>In a deep voice, he rasps
>>“...You the one who took down William?”
>>You look him down and then back up to his eyes
>>The crusaders also look at the figure
Yeah, what's it to you?
>>A massive, boulder-like fist rams into your face
>>You don't even know what happened
>>Dreamless sleep keeps you in its warm embrace
>>The Crusaders all fall in a heap on the floor, only to be scooped up by a gang of Diamond Dogs, >>their mouths stuffed with handkerchiefs to keep them quiet
>>“He was my brother.”
>>You just can't catch a break