Title:           Anon Tried to Kill Himself - Act II, part 4
Author:          Writefag_Roulette
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First Edit:      Thursday 25th of August 2016 01:16:46 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 25th of August 2016 01:16:46 PM CDT

Part 4: Anon Makes a New Buddy (Anon Really Fucking Hates Flash Sentry)
 
"S-sure."
>"All right, right this way, buddy."
>>buddy
>the walk through the castle goes more or less quietly
>you really, really hope this guy doesn't have anything to say to you
>"So I heard you tried to off yourself, buddy."
>what the fuck
>you're a hopeless autist, and even you're pretty damn sure you don't say that kind of thing
"Wh-what?"
>"You know, buddy, when you grab the rope and you tie it off and you do the ol' 'look-ma-no-hooves' dance up in the air."
>holy shitlicking fucking jewniggers
>shut the fuck up
"U-uh…"
>"Don't wanna talk about it, huh? Yeah, man, I feel you, buddy. Some of my best friends tried it too. Can't really blame 'em, you know? We lost some real good stallions in the Battle of Canterlot, and that kind of thing messes with a guy, you know."
>goodness fuck that's some heavy shit
"So why'd you do it, buddy? Were you in some kinda war when you were back at home or something?"
>because you were lonely
>because nobody liked you
>because tfw no gf
>fucking shit that all sounds so fucking trivial in comparison to what he just told you
>how the fuck do you even respond?
"Uh…"
>"Ah, and here's your room right here, buddy. Your stuff should already be in there. Have a good night, buddy."
>>buddy
>he turns away and begins to canter off down the passageway
>you turn to face him with your response
"Y-you too."
>he doesn't seem to hear
>you hastily turn back toward your room
>but you turn too fast, and your feet get caught in one another
>it's too late, you're going down
>you hit the crystal floor hard
>in seemingly an instant, your armored traveling companion is at your side
>"Oh, gotta be careful with this crystal floor, it sure can be slippery. Need some help, buddy?"
>you hastily prop yourself up on your hands
"Nono, I'm good. It wasn't the floor being slippery anyway, it was just-"
>your hand slips on the smooth crystal surface, and you're treated to another face-fuck from the floor
>it doesn't even matter anymore
>you've half a mind to just sleep there for the night
>on the cold, crystal floor
>kept warm in a nest of your own spaghetti