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  1. Fimfiction Self Insert
  2. Idea by Newblood
  3.  
  4. >You are Anon.
  5. >You walk out of your last class of the day.
  6. >The thought of getting home and relaxing with some games calmed your irritated mind.
  7. >You glance over your shoulder.
  8. >Flash Sentry is at it again, this time, he's going for the smart purple one and the shy one.
  9. >You grimace. He's always going around bragging about how he had a threesome at his house, or how he banged a chick in the toilet.
  10. >Someone needs to show him up one day.
  11. >You glance down briefly at your body.
  12. >Sure you're not the fittest guy in school, but you had a decent body, nothing really undesirable.
  13. >You shrug and walk towards the exit, casting Dick Sentry a final glance.
  14. >The warm breeze kisses your face, giving you a much needed relief from the hot summer sun.
  15. >You head down the road, casting glances at the houses opposite.
  16. >You pass Rarity's house.
  17. >You're sure you can hear faint moans coming from one of the upstairs rooms.
  18. >You shrug and continue down the road.
  19. >You reach the crossroads leading towards the shops.
  20. >Idly, you cross the road and turn down an alley, it was your favourite shortcut, since it led you straight to your road.
  21. >You hear footsteps from the left.
  22.  
  23. "Over here, stranger."
  24.  
  25. >You glance around and spot a man ducking into a dark side alley.
  26. >Curiosity gets the better of you and you follow him.
  27. >You turn the corner and spot him standing there.
  28. >A large, tattered black trench coat covers his body, a purply piece of fabric  covers his face, leaving only his eyes visible.  A large, sandy backpack is strapped into this back.
  29.  
  30. "Got somethin' that might interest ya'. Heh heh heh."
  31.  
  32. >He opens up his coat to reveal an assortment of random items. Guns, first aid kits, the lot.
  33. >You eye him quizzically, not entirely sure what to do.
  34. >Curiosity gets the better of you and you move closer to inspect the items.
  35. >He pulls out a glass bottle, filled with a still, clear liquid.
  36.  
  37. "Ever wanted to get a girl wet just by lookin' at ya'? This stuff does it for ya'.
  38.  
  39. part 2
  40. >You inspect the bottle. A small label with the word 'wet' is stuck on the side.
  41. >You never had much trouble getting a girl wet, it just took a bit of charm and some well placed fingers.
  42. >You think about Flash.
  43. >It sure would be funny to show him up tomorrow.
  44. >Assuming this stuff works.
  45. >You look at him.
  46. >Something about him makes you think he can be trusted.
  47. >You discard those thoughts and ask how much the bottle costs.
  48.  
  49. "3 dollars."
  50.  
  51. >3 dollars
  52. >Fucking bargain.
  53. >Even if it doesn't work it might make a nice cologne, or fuel for a fire.
  54. >You reach into your pocket and pull out 3 crumpled up notes.
  55. >You hand them to him, and take the bottle.
  56.  
  57. "Heh heh heh heh, thank you."
  58.  
  59. >You pocket the bottle and inspect the other items in his coat.
  60. >First aid, nah.
  61. >Guns, you don't have enought money for one.
  62. >You turn to depart and thank the strange man for the bottle.
  63.  
  64. "Come back anytime."
  65.  
  66. >You walk down the alley once again and inspect the bottle.
  67. >You twist the cap off and take a whiff.
  68. >A myriad of smells floods your senses, completely overpowering everything else.
  69. >You smell flowers, a hint of cinnamon, and all sorts of other exotic ingredients.
  70. >You put the cap back on and pocket the bottle.
  71. >You can't wait to use this tomorrow.
  72. >You turn turn the corner and enter the main street, andspot a small group of girls walking towards you.
  73. >Smirking, you pull out the bottle and open it up.
  74. >The smell emanates from the bottle, tainting the air with it's intoxicating scent.
  75. >You walk past the girls, still clutching the open bottle in your hand.
  76. >They stop.
  77. >Their idle chattering discontinues, and they all stare at you, hungrily.
  78. >You wink as you walk past them.
  79. >You quickly pocket the bottle and walk towards your house.
  80. >You stroll through the front door and lock it.
  81. >You laugh to yourself and walk into your kitchen.
  82. >3 dollars well spent.
  83.  
  84. "Anon, is that you?"
  85.  
  86. >Your mother comes down the stairs, dressed in her fancy clothes.
  87. >You remember that she's going out with your father for a dinner with his boss or something.
  88.  
  89. "I've left some food in the oven for you, and there should be some snacks in the cupboard.
  90.  
  91. >You sigh and walk towards the cupboards.
  92. >You pull on the doors and inspect the contents.
  93. >Jaffa cakes.
  94. >You grab them and practically skip into the living room, eager to dine on you favourite tangy orangy choccy cakes.
  95. >Your mother strolls in to the room, purposefully showing off her new dress.
  96.  
  97. "What do you think Anon?"
  98.  
  99. >you grab the tv remote and click the power button.
  100.  
  101. "Eh."
  102.  
  103. "Eh? Just eh? Really Anon you could at least-"
  104.  
  105. >Your mother stops mid sentence and sniffs up sharply.
  106. >You turn to her and raise a fuzzy eyebrow.
  107. >She sniffs up again, then a third time.
  108.  
  109. "What is that intoxicating smell Anon?"
  110.  
  111. >Suddenly it hits you.
  112. >Oh fucking shit nigger.
  113. >The chair you were sitting on topples over as you bolt out of the door, mentally burning all disturbing thoughts of your mother that flow through your head.
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