"Cake (WIP)"
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Created on: Monday 14th of January 2019 10:46:34 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 05:39:28 PM UTC


>”Hey girls, you ever wonder why Anon is always alone?”

>Be Anon, new kid on the block [spoiler] please don’t go girl [/spoiler]
>You can feel them staring at you, and you’re not sure if you should feel good about it or not.
>You’ve eaten alone for the last 3 weeks, and it’s become a cherished ritual.
>Get food, take a seat, bust out the phone, shitpost. Rinse and repeat every single day.
>And while you’d rather not ruin this time-honored tradition of anon’s everywhere, it would be nice to have SOMEONE to talk to.
>But you’re sure as hell not gonna initiate that shit.
>You feel a tap on your shoulder.
>And as you turn, your eyes are blasted by pink
>You squint
“H-hello?”
>The Pink Menace reveals its second weapon: the Banshee Screech 
>You’re so glad you have earbuds in.
>”HI I’M PINKIE PIE AND YOU’RE ANON AND I WAS HOPING I COULD BE YOUR FRIEND SINCE I’M ALREADY FRIENDS WITH EVERYONE ELSE,” it wails, shattering any and all glass within a 20 meter radius.
>You look back at your phone and check the time.
“Uhhh, yeah. I gotta go,” you excuse yourself and move to stand.
>Another voice enters the fray
>”Don’t mind Pinkie here, darling. She’s a bit,” she pauses, searching for the right word to describe the beast before you. “Excitable.”
>You turn to look at the newcomer
>Boy are you glad you did.
>You know of this girl. Her name’s Rarity, and fuck she’s hot.
>And she’s talking to you.
>Sweating.exe
>You rub the back of your neck
“It’s fine, but I do have to go,” you say, glancing at the clock.
>Rarity looks taken aback
>”O-of course,” she says, putting a hand on the sad, pink demon. “Let’s go Pinkie. Talk later?” She asks, looking to you.
>You glance at the clock before nodding.
“Meet me here after school, if you want,” you say, picking up your tray and throwing it out.
>”Will do,” Rarity winks.
>F-fuck
>You shake off the wink and head out the lunchroom.
>You can only pray you aren’t late.

>He was… nice?
>You’re Rarity
>And you’re intrigued.
>Where-oh-where could he be going?
>He rushes his way out of the lunchroom, bumping into some people on the way out.
>Maybe that’s why he has no friends.
>You sigh and shake your head, turning to the girls’ table.
>Pinkie still looks down in the dumps, but you’re optimistic
“He seemed like he was in a hurry, but he invited us to meet him here after school!”
>AJ looks to you with a smile.
>Rainbow celebrates with a fist pump.
“It’s not like you to be so happy about something like this, Rainbow.”
>She laughs. “I’m not! AJ just lost in our staring contest!”
>Applejack rolls her eyes. “Ah’m glad he’s reaching out, Sug’.”
>You look back at the door he ran out of with a smile.
“Yeah… me too.”

>You pound on the door, checking your phone.
>Fuck, you’re late.
>Fuck fuck fuck
>You hear the door unlock, and open
>”You’re late.”
>Before you stands Twelfth Round, former Heavyweight Champion of the World and Gym teacher.
>He’s pissed.
“Yeah, some uh, some girls wanted to talk to me.”
>He raises an eyebrow.
>”I’ll believe it when I see it,” he says, before peeking his head out to check if the coast is clear. “Alright, hurry up and get in here, we’ve only got 30 minutes left.”
>He opens the door, letting you rush past him before he slams and locks it.
>You take your shirt off and open up your bag.
>He puts his punch mitts on, shaking his head. “You’ve really gotta find a better time to do this, kid.”
“We’ve been over this, 12. Now you gonna help me, or not?” you ask, getting into a stance.
>He nods, getting into his own.
>Suddenly, he barks. “LEFT!”
>You slam your left fist into his awaiting glove.
>The training continues for a while. “LEFT, LEFT, RIGHT, UP, CROSS.”
>You perfectly slam your fists into his gloves, but just as you establish a rhythm, he steps back.
>”Keep your head moving, leave no room for the opponent to counter. Keep it low and covered. And don’t square your feet, you look like a street fighter.”
>You make note of his adjustments and nod, taking a deep breath.
>”CROSS, DUCK, UP, BACK, LEFT. Good.”
>Soon, the bell rings and you lower your hands.
>”You’re getting faster, kid. Keep doing rope exercises,” he says, patting you on the back. “Now go, before you’re late for class.”
>You nod, grabbing your shirt and heading across the hall to the bathroom.

>You’re Rainbow Dash, and holy shit.
>That Anon kid just came out of Twelfth Round’s office, and he’s RIPPED
>Like, he’s the buffest dude you’ve ever seen in real life.
>And he’s dripping with sweat.
>He must’ve done a workout with Mr. Round.
>B-but, he said he doesn’t do that for anyone!
>If he did, he’d be giving you workouts for soccer!
>You’re suddenly suspicious of this whole situation.
>You make your way to the office door and knock.
>He unlocks the door and peeks his head out, grumbling. “It thought I told you not to bother me Rainbo-”
>He stops and give an upnod to a figure behind you.
>You spin and see Anon, with a baggy hoodie on.
>He must be hiding his physique. But why?
>”Thanks for the make up sheet, Mr. Round,” he says, holding out his hand.
>Round nods, shaking it.
>Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.png
>”Get it to me by Friday, or it’s your ass, Anon.”
>Anon chuckles.
>You give him a closer look.
>He’s at least a foot taller than you, probably 6’6. He might be the tallest dude in the school. And yet, he doesn’t play basketball. What a waste.
>His baggy clothes hide his massive frame.
>He’s less sweaty than before, but you still see little drops on his forehead.
>Anon gives you a polite nod before taking his leave.
>You’re cheeks redden a bit before nodding back
>I-it’s not like you think he’s h-hot or anything!
>You turn back to Roun-
>The door slams in your face.
>Well shit. You needed a make up sheet too.

>You’re Anon, and fuck that was close.
>Rainbow showed up RIGHT after you left the office.
>You just hope she didn’t see anything.
>You glance down at your chest.
>You won't deny that you’re in amazing shape, but you know you’ve gotta keep your ambitions hidden
>For one, you don’t want to have to knock out every ‘tough guy’ in this school.
>But more importantly, your mom hates combat sports. If she knew that you’re training to be a fighter she’d start homeschooling you.
>No, it’s better if she thinks you’re a shut-in.
>You make it to History right on time, as Sombra calls your name.
“Here,” you say, putting your bag down and sliding into your seat in the back left corner of the room.
>He nods to you and continues down the list.
>”Fluttershy?”
>A thin, pink haired girl raises her hand.
>She’s dainty.
>You would probably snap her in half with a hug.
>You look to your arms, and it looks like you’re gonna need to get a bigger hoodie.
>Your arms are stretching the fabric a bit.
>Well shit.
>Sombra puts his glasses down and stands, writing on the whiteboard
>It reads: “Group Project - 2 people, any subject post WW2. 6 page essay on political impact, and a 15 minute presentation. When groups are formed, come see me for the rubric.”
>Everyone, excluding you and Fluttershy, start making plans and forming groups.
>Whelp, you kinda hoped someone would pick you out of pity.
>Fluttershy looks around the room for anyone not paired up.
>Upon seeing you and realising you’re the only one left, she lets out a cute little “eep!” and snaps her head back to the front of the room
>You sigh, standing up. Looks like it’s up to you to save the day, and your grade.
>You head over to her desk and tap her shoulder.
>”EEP!” She hides behind her hair some more.
>Christ, this doesn’t bode well for the presentation.
>You squat down to her level.
>You decide that a nice whisper is the correct approach. She’s like a scared puppy.
“Since everyone else seems to have a partner, do you want to be mine? That’d make me happy,” you whisper, giving a gentle smile.
>She doesn’t respond, but looks at you for a moment.
>Finally, she nods.
>Your smile broadens and you stand, weaving through the sea of heads to Sombra.
>He looks past you to Fluttershy, and then up to you.
>He lowers his voice before saying, “You know, she’s not the best at presentations.”
“I am, don’t worry,” you say, taking the rubric from his hands.
>You turn back to Fluttershy, shaking your head.
>She politely smiles behind her hair.
>You hand her a copy and sit next to her, holding out your hand.
“I’m Anon.”
>She lightly takes it and smiles. “F-Fluttershy.”
>The bell rings, and people start packing their shit.
>You smile to her one more time before grabbing your shit and heading out.

>You’re Rarity again, and you’re touching up your makeup using the mirror in your locker.
>You must, bring ‘your A game’ as Rainbow would say, for this meeting.
>You don’t want Anon to be friendless forever!
>That’d be awful.
>You close your locker and look to Pinkie, who’s locker is directly across from yours.
“Are you ready, Pinkie?”
>She turns and nods, looking rather serious.
>”It’s time to commence operation Snag Anon!” She shouts, applying black paint below her eyes.
“Darling, it can’t be THAT serious! I’m sure he wants to make new friends as much as we do.”
>She squints at you. “Making new friends is ALWAYS this serious,” she says, pressing herself against the wall.
>You shake your head. You just hope she doesn’t scare him off.

>You’re Anon, and you’re waiting for your new friends.
>That feels weird to say. You moved here for some very specific reasons; making friends wasn’t ever one of them.
>You glance at the clock and sigh.
>You kinda figured they’d forget, they’re pretty popular, afterall.
>Suddenly, you’re tackled from behind.
>OH SHI-
>”PINKIE! UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT!”
>So it must be Pinkie sitting on your back right now.
>They didn’t forget.
>A great weight lifts off your back, and you push yourself to your feet.
>”You’re not very soft, Nonny,” Pinkie quips, with a giggle.
>You turn to face them
“Maybe that’s a good enough reason to not use me as a pillow,” you respond, rubbing your lower back.
>The girls both laugh, and Rarity puts her hand in front of her mouth
>She really is straight out of a movie, isn’t she?
“Alright, I’m free ‘til 5. Where’re we goin’?”
>Pinkie bounces in place. “Sugarcube Corner!”
>Sounds like it’ll give you more diabetus than this girl.
“Alrighty, but I can’t eat anything there.”
>Both of the girls frown.
>”Aw, why not Darling?”
“I’m, uh,” you pause.
>SHIT. Think of something that isn’t retarded.
“I’m Diabetic.”
>Rarity nods in understanding, but Pinkie…
>Pinkie looks fucking shattered.
“P-Pinkie?”
>She actually starts crying, giving you a spine shattering hug.
>Shit, you hope she doesn’t notice your hidden gains.
>”THAT’S SO SAAAAAAAAD!”
>Rarity rolls her eyes and gives you a smile, trying to tug her off of you.
>Eventually, Pinkie relents.
>You thank Rarity before you all head out.

>You’re Rainbow Dash, and AJ is going DOWN!
>You send everything you’ve got into your arm, finally managing to slam her wrist against the table.
“Ha! Gotcha again!”
>She lets out a huff. “Ah’ll get you next time, ya varmint.”
>As if.
>The bell at the entrance rings, and you see Rarity and Pinkie walk in, followed by…
>ANON?
>Why is he here?
>You think back to lunch
>Oh shit, now you remember.
>Rarity and Pinkie decided to invite him here.
>Great.
>He gives you all a wave, and you just roll your eyes.
>You don’t get why your friends have to drag all of the new guys here. It never turns out well.

>You’re Anon, and Rainbow looks none too pleased to see you.
>As far as you remember, she has no reason to dislike you.
>Maybe… Maybe she saw you leave 12’s office?
>W-with your shirt off?
>And she thought it was gross or something?
>Either way, you’re just gonna have to tough it out, Rarity and Pinkie seem nice, and Fluttershy is here too!
>You take a seat at the end of the table.
>Rarity decides to introduce you to them.
>”Ladies, this is Anonymous,” she smiles to you.
>You wave.
“I enjoy long walks on the beach.”
>Most of the table giggles at that one.
>Nailed it.
>The Blonde in the Stetson goes first.
>”Ah’m Applejack. Pleasure to meet ya’ partner.”
>You nod to her.
>Next up, the girl in the leather jacket.
>”I’m Sunset,” she says with a smile.
>She’s fucking cute.
>Rarity turns to you. “Ignore anything you hear about her, Anonymous. This school loves to spread mean rumors.”
>Rainbow buts in, “I’ll say,” she says, looking to you. “There are a lot about you, Anon.”
>Rarity sighs. “And that, is Rainbow Dash.”
>You chuckle.
“Like, what?”
>She stops, flushing a bit. “L-like the scars on your face! I heard that you mugged someone, and the cops gave you those scars when you got arrested!”
>Jesus, really?
>No wonder people avoided you.
>Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie gasp.
>Applejack and Sunset try to look disinterested in your answer, but you can tell they care.
“I’ve never been arrested, Rainbow,” you say, chuckling.
>Everyone at the table visibly relaxes.
>Applejack squints, however.
>”How DID you get them, then?”
>You rub the scars in question.
>4 big scars. 2 on your left cheek, one on your chin, and one above your left eye.
“I fought a lot as a kid,” you say, not technically lying.
>AJ releases her squint and smiles.
>”Well, Big Mac and ah went a round or two as kids, can’t be too mad atcha.”
>Thank god.
>Rarity looks to Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy gently waves at you.
“We’ve met,” you say to Rarity, waving back.
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>After watching the girls eat and listening to their conversations you get that itch.
>That itchy itch that feels… itchy.
>The itch to work out.
>You stand up.
>All of the girls look to you.
>”Where you going, Anon?” Rarity asks, glancing at the clock.
“I’ve gotta get home. My mom gets worried when I don’t text her.”
>RD scoffs. “Then text her, dumby.”
“See, I would if my phone weren’t dead,” you sigh, holding out the culprit.
>Her cheeks take on a hint of red.
>”W-well, before you go, we’ve gotta arm-wrestle!”
>What?
“Wh-”
>Rarity sighs. “She does this with ALL of the new kids.”
>You think for a minute.
>Should you?
>You sigh, resigning yourself to it.
“Fine,” you say, sitting back down across from Dash.
>AJ chuckles. “Good luck. She hasn’t lost yet.”
>You sigh and shake your head, rolling up your sleeve juuust a bit.
>Dash takes off her jacket, slamming her arm on the table.
>You do the same, just less forcefully.
>Is this gonna be hard? You were planning on maxing tonight.
>You grab her hand and boy is she sweaty.
>Is she nervous?
>AJ counts you down.
>”3, 2, 1… GO.”
>The girls crowd around and watch as you…
>Pretty easily beat her.
>It takes a bit of effort, more than you expected, but it only lasts about 10 seconds.
>All of the girls are stunned, and RD is absolutely baffled.
>You sigh and stand, grabbing your stuff.
“See ya later, girls.”

>You are Rainbow Dash
>He destroyed you.
>You figured he’d win but…
>He slaughtered you.
>Sunset pats you on the back.
>”H-he got you by surprise?”
>You look to AJ
>She shrugs.
>”He’s just plum stranger than you, Sug’.”
“H-holy shit.”
>That was hot

>The next day.

>You open the door to the lunchroom and get in line.
>Fuck your chest hurts.
>Maxing does that.
>You pick up a tray and grab your Mystery Meat™ and Various Veggies™
>Not like you’re gonna eat it anyway. Just the veggies.
>You feel a tap on your shoulder. “Hey, Anon.”
>You turn to see the biker chick, Sunset.
“Oh, hey Sunset.”
>”The girls and I were wondering if you wanted to sit with us.”
>Well, you kinda figured this would happen.
>You nod.
>”Great!” She says, grabbing your wrist and basically dragging you to the table
>There, all the girls greet you.
>Except RD.
>In fact, she won’t even look you in the eye.
>Maybe she’s just salty you beat her.
>Whatever. If she wants to be a cunt, let her.
“Hey, girls.”
>”Heya, Nonny!” Pinkie exclaims, latching onto your arm, dragging you into the seat next to her.
>You’re still not sure if you like that nickname, but you just know no matter what you say, Pinkie’s gonna keep calling you that.
>Sunset sits to your other side, smiling.
>Jesus, are these girls clingy.
>Pinkie begins to feel up your arm.
>You lightly tug it away, pointing to Fluttershy.
“We need to decide what topic to do for Sombra’s class.”
>She shrinks under the spotlight, nodding.
>”Okay. I won’t mind if you pick it…”
>You sigh.
“It’s a collaborative effort, Fluttershy. I need your input too.”
>”Just pick the fucking topic, Anon. Is it that hard?” RD snaps, surprising everyone at the table and making Fluttershy jump.
>You glare at RD, before checking your phone.
>You look to Fluttershy as RD gets chewed out by Rarity and Sunset.
“We’ll figure it out later, okay? I gotta go.”
>She nods as you stand.
>Pinkie clings to your arm again. “Where ya goin Nonny?”
“I have to return a library book.”
>You throw out your lunch. You really should stop getting it if you’re just gonna toss it.
>You knock over some blue-haired dude on the way out of the lunchroom.

>You’re Rainbow, and after that verbal lashing from Sunset and Rarity, you decide to follow Anon, muttering some lame excuse toy your friends.
>You don’t get why they think he’s so awesome.
>Like, sure, he beat you in an arm wrestle, but is he really that cool?
>You’re gonna find out.
>You tail him to the hallway from yesterday.
>A-HA! You knew he was lying about the library.
>He knocks and the door opens, before Twelfth Round sticks his head out.
>OH SHIT
>You duck behind the corner
>That was close.
>You hear the door close, and you slink back around the corner into the empty hallway.
>You slowly make your way to the door, and before you even get there you can hear loud slams.
>L-lewd?
>You peek through the small window into the room.
>Anon is shirtless again.
>He has… boxing gloves on?
>And Twelfth Round has on those flat hand glove thingies
>You don’t watch boxing.
>Anon is shredded still, and upon further examination he’s got scars all over his body.
>Holy shit he’s fast.
>Every time his fist connects with Round’s pads you flinch.
>He’s powerful too!
>You gotta tell the girls!

>You’re Anon, wiping the sweat from your brow.
>12 takes his gloves off and smirks at you.
>”You’re getting better every day kid. You’ll be ready for your first fight soon.”
>You nod in thanks, taking some deep breaths.
“Do you know someone who can set it up?”
>He tosses his pads into your bag and thinks for a second.
>”Yeah, I know a guy. He’s a real prick though,” he says, taking out his phone.
>You take out yours, and hand it to him.
>He puts in the number as you finish packing up.
>You thank him and open the door to leave.
>You bump into something.
>Or, someone.
>You turn to see Rainbow on her ass; Rarity, Fluttershy, and Sunset behind her, staring at your exposed upper body; Applejack blushing and tilting the brim of her hat to hide it; and Pinkie literally drooling. 
>Fuck
“Uh… Hey girls!”
>Rarity faints.
“W-what’s up?”
>Rainbow clambors to her feet. “Dude. What’s all this,” she motions to your entire being, “about?”
>There’s absolutely no way out of this, is there?
>You sigh.
“Alright, I’ll tell you. Just, let me get changed first.,” you say, pushing past Dash.
>Sunset moves Rarity out of the way as the rest of the girls make a path for you.

>You are Sunset Shimmer, and OH BOY is Anon fit.
>Rarity slowly opens her eyes in your arms.
>You smile to her.
“Welcome back, Rarity!”
>She grabs your cheeks
>”Was that real?”
>You nod in her hands, glancing to the door of the Bathroom
“Yeah, he’s real.”
>She lets go of your cheeks and sighs, standing up.
>”Why would he hide THAT? He’s HOT!”
>You shake your head. 
“He’s gotta have a good reason.”

>Rarity thinks you’re hot.
>Nice.
>You open the door, shirt now equipped, and awkwardly smile.
“So, I guess you want me to explain, yeah?”
>They all look at you with raised eyebrows.
>You sigh. 
“Alright. Fine,” you say, taking your bag off of your back and opening it.
“When I was a kid, I had,” you pause, trying to think of a good word for it. “Problems.”

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>Be Kid Anon.
>5th Grade, what a time to be alive.
>You see the kid you wanna fuck up sitting alone near the tetherball pole, drawing in the sand.
>You approach him and throw your bag at him
>BOOM, HEADSHOT
>You rush him before he can recover, tackling him to the sand.
>Some other kids start crowding around you
>Fuck em, this kid deserves it.
>You manage to mount him and start punching his fucking face
>You hear a crunching as he grabs at your arm and face
>Must’ve broken his nose.
>You grab his arm and put his fingers in your mouth, biting down as hard as you can.
>You know that myth that it takes the same amount of force to bite through a finger as a baby carrot?
>It’s not a myth.
>Your teeth meet little resistance as they come together.
>The taste of copper fills your mouth, and a blood curdling scream fills your ears like the sweetest music.
>You grin and spit his fingers back out at him.
>You continue punching him until he’s nearly unrecognizable.
>You finally feel yourself getting yanked at from behind.
>You relent and stand before getting hooked under the arms and dragged away.
>You look to your victim and grin, spitting a mixture of your saliva and his blood at him.
“Don’t EVER talk shit about my mom gain, bitch.”

>Rainbow interjects. “Was he okay?”
“I never found out what happened to him, but considering I’m not in prison right now, I’d say he’s at least alright.”
>You shake your head, pointing to the scar above your eyebrow.
“Every single one of these is from a fight, some more recent than others.”
>”How barbaric!” Rarity exclaims, shock in her tone.
>The girls all look like deer in headlights
>Rarity and Fluttershy both back up a bit, but you notice Rainbow slightly smirk
>Jesus, what a freak.
“Anyway, I got kicked out of nearly every elementary school and middle school in the county. Kinda became a self-fulfilling prophecy. I’d end up somewhere new, the kids would spread rumors, some tough guy would talk shit, and I’d fuck him up.”
>Pinkie frowns. “That’s not very nice of them… or you Nonny.”
>You chuckle.
“Yeah, I know,” you subconsciously rub the scars on your cheek. “Well, I ended up in a school for troubled kids, you know the type. Mandatory counseling, ‘special guests’ from the county jail, the whole nine yards.”
>All the girls, except Fluttershy, nod knowingly.
“Well, one day, when I was in 10th grade, this guy comes in. He was a tough looking mother fucker. Like, 6’4, 250; built like a Mac Truck. My councillor pulls me out of class to meet him after I got into another big fight,” you continue, digging through your bag for your wallet.
>You find it and hand it to Sunset.
“His picture is in there somewhere. Anyway,” you say as they dig through to find it. “He sits me down one-on-one in the principal’s office, and at this point I’m only a little smaller than him, so I’m not that intimidated. He does the dad thing where he turns the chair around and sits in it backwards and he says: ‘Boy, why the hell are you fighting people for free?’”
>All of the girls except Sunset look to you in confusion.
“He says: ‘I was just like you when I was a kid. I hated everything and everyone. The only thing I liked was fighting, because I was GOOD at it.’”
>You smile.
“‘Boy,’ he says, ‘I’ve seen some of the things you’ve done to the kids around here, and you are damn good at fighting.’ And that got to me. It was the first time someone other than my mom told me I was good at something, y’know?”
>The girls frown, and Rainbow interjects again. “You’re good at armwrestling!”
>You laugh, cheering the girls up a bit.
“Anyway, we talk for a while and he starts talking about boxing, and at this point I’m completely hooked. I mean, getting paid to fight? Fuck yeah.”
>Rarity rolls her eyes, but AJ and Rainbow nod.
“So, he tells me he’s gonna pull some strings and help me out, and a couple months later he sends me here and tells me to look for a ‘Twelfth Round,” you say, pointing to the door across the hall.
“He vouches for me, and 12 agrees to help me train, on the condition that I hide both my training and my body from the rest of the students... and my mother. I agree, and badabing, badaboom, I’m enrolled here. I do perfectly fine for about 2 months, nobody talks to me, nobody cares, my mom’s happy I’m not fighting anymore, and all of a sudden... you happen,” you say motioning to the girls.
>All of them look at you apologetically.
“So yeah. That’s it. That’s the whole story, and I’d appreciate it if you kept it to yourselves,” you say, grabbing back your wallet and zipping up your bag.
>You look to Fluttershy.
“Can you pick a topic for us? Tell Sombra I went home sick,” you say, grabbing your stuff.
>”Where are you really going?” Sunset asks.
”Home. I got stuff to take care of.”

>You open the door of your home and smell a wonderful italian aroma.
>Dropping your bag next to the door, you make your way to the kitchen, leaning against the archway.
>Your mother stands at the counter, chopping onions. Next to her, a pot of sauce slowly heats.
>She notices your presence and sighs.
>”Shouldn’t you be in class?”
>You smile.
“Yeah. I should.”
>She shakes her head and continues to chop onions silently.
>You kick yourself off the archway and make your way downstairs.
>Your basement isn’t massive, but it could be worse.
>It is fucking cold though.
>You open the door to your room and take out your phone.
>Looking through your contacts you find the new number.
>You dial it up and it rings thrice before you get an answer.
>”Whoizit?”
“Uh, I’m Anonymous. Twelfth Round told me you can get me a fight.”
>You hear some rustling on the other end of the phone.
>”Round sent you, huh? Well, I can get you a fight, but it ain’t gonna be classy or nothin. And the pays gonna be dirt.”
>You smirk.
“That’s fine with me.”

>You’re Rarity, and Anon’s story made you feel funny.
>He’s a brute! A veritable barbarian!
>But he’s also your friend, and he hasn’t hurt anyone you know.
>You sigh, idly taking notes in your math class.
>You look to Sunset Shimmer sitting a couple seats away.
>If you can give her a second chance, why not Anon?
>Then again, Sunset never caused someone grievous bodily harm.
>She just tried to take over the school.
>N-not nearly as bad, right?
>You shake your head.
>You don’t know what to think.
>It’s times like these that you normally throw yourself into your work, sketching new designs with a nice glass of red wine in your hand.
 >You turn to a new page in your notebook and decide to do something productive!
>Your mind keeps wandering to Anon’s bare c-chest.
>You decide to sketch something for him!

“What’s your name, by the way?”
>The man on the other end coughs.
>”Name’s Ring Side.”
>You nod, jotting it down.
>You hear pounding echo through the gym.
“And your boy? Is he any good?”
>There’s a small silence on the other end.
>”He’s got Twelfth Round vouching for him.”
>You smile. Perfect.
“Alright. I’ll take it. How’s November 11th sound?”
>”I’ll get back to you on that one. Make sure your boy is ready.”
“He always is.”
>You hang up, turning to the ring.
“I got you a fight. Some nobody.”
>Heavy Hitter doesn’t look to happy at the news.
>He slams his sparring partner with a right cross, making him stumble back.
>He turns to you.
>”You know I don’t want to fight a fuckin’ nobody. I need a real fight.”
>You shake your head. Ungrateful shit.
“You need a record for people to even consider you, Heavy. You’ll be 8-0 after this, you’ll get your fight.”
>He points his glove at you.
>”I’d better, or it’s your ass.”
>You nod, letting him go back to work.
>The poor sod who’s gotta fight him is gonna be in for a rude awakening.

“Oh, suck my dick,” you sigh.
>You died again.
>Game is hard.
>Your snapped out of your game trance by a phone call.
>You snatch it up and answer.
“Hello?”
>”Kid. I got you a fight. Meet me and Round at Speed Bag’s Boxing Gym downtown,” Ring Side says, not giving you a chance to respond before hanging up.
>Oh shit, he did it.
>Alright then.
>You throw on a shirt and run upstairs.
>You pop your head into the kitchen, where your mom stirs the sauce.
“Hey mom, I’m heading to the gym. I’ll be back later.”
>She nods, not bothering to look at you.
>You sigh and grab your shit on the way out.
>It takes about 20 minutes to get to the gym, and by the time you do 12 is already there.
>He nods to you and follows you into the gym.
>”Good to see ya kid. You ready?”
>You nod.
“How hard is it gonna be?”
>”What, the training or the fight?”
“Both.”
>He shrugs. “Depends on you kid,” he yells over the sounds of the gym.
>You both break through to the other side of the tunnel leading to the ring.
>An older, chubby man stands in the ring, smoking a cigarette and watching a sparring match.
>The two fighters are smaller, maybe lightweight.
>You and Round lean up against the ring and watch.
>The fighter in the red headgear is slightly taller than the other, but the blue headgear looks more fit.
>Red dances around Blue with his guard down, almost taunting him to throw a punch.
>Blue gives in, rushing Red and throwing a right cross.
>Red dodges left, throwing a left hook counter, nailing Blue right in the jaw.
>Red uses this to advance, moving in to get body shots.
>As Red moves in closer, Blue recovers, and you can see he’s plotting something.
>Blue keeps his gloves and head low, letting Red get in the shots he wants.
>Suddenly, just as Red gears up for a right hook, Blue launches his attack, rocketing his left fist into Reds body.
>Red’s eyes shoot open, and he groans, stepping back.
>The old man in the ring nods, tossing his cigarette out of the ring to the floor.
>”Alright, that’s it. Nice job, Thunder. Good read.”
>That must be Ring Side.
>He glances down to you and 12.
>”So, Round, this your boy?”
>12 nods. “Yeah. What do ya think?”
>Ring nods for you to get in the ring.
>You climb up into the ring and he looks you up and down.
>”You’re built like a brick shithouse, kid,” he says, nodding. “Can you fight?”
>You nod.
“All I’ve ever done.”
>He squints. “We’ll see about that,” he turns to Red. “Give me your shit.”
>Red nods and hands his equipment over.
>Ring tosses it to you.
>”Suit up. You’re going against my boy here,” he says, pointing to Thunder.
>12 frowns. “Anon outweighs him by at least 100 pounds, Ring.”
>Ring nods. “Should be easy, then.”

>You adjust the equipment to fit you better before putting it on.
>Ring slips out under the ropes and moves to his fighter in the corner, whispering something to him.
>You decide to get some advice yourself, so you turn to 12.
“Gimme something here.”
>He looks over to Thunder. “He’s observant. Don’t let him get too comfortable, switch things up. Don’t let him get close to you. You’re nearly a foot taller than him, use that to your advantage. And for the love of god,” he says, looking you in the eyes. “Don’t get cocky.”
>”And here,” he holds out a mouth guard. “Don’t want you to get brain damage; you’re still in school and all.”
>You nod and adjust your headgear before taking it.
>It’s got a crown on the front.
>Classy.
>You slip it into your mouth and smile.
>Time to get serious.
>Ring pats Thunder on the back and looks to you. “Alright kid, here’s how this is going down. A three minute round, no holds barred. I wanna see what you can do, and this is a good test for Thunder. Round starts when the bell rings. Questions?”
>You shake your head and furrow your brow, sizing up your opponent.
>He’s about 5’8, weighs maybe 130, but there’s almost no fat on his body.
>You wouldn’t be surprised if he had a single digit body fat percentage.
>Ring nods. “Alright then, let’s get this show on the road.”

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>Both of you head to your corners and soon, the bell rings.
>You approach your opponent and touch gloves with him, hopping back into your stance.
>Thunder’s eyes examine you, like your a boss and he’s finding your weak point.
>Don’t let him get comfortable.
>You shoot in and give him two jabs to chew on.
>He’s short enough that you’re literally punching down.
>His guard absorbs them and he starts backing up.
>You keep advancing, throwing your left at him until he’s against the ropes.
>He slips to the left and gets around you.
>Jesus he’s fast.
>Is he toying with you? 
>Are you toying with him?
>You meet back in the middle of the ring, shaking your head.
>Thunder smirks before shooting in on you.
>You react just in time to slip is lead jab, stepping back and throwing your right to counter.
>It connects and backs him up.
>First clean punch of the fight, and it looks like it hurt.
>He sits back, content to let you approach him.
>Fuck this.
>You throw a lead jab, forcing him slip it.
>Suddenly, his face meets your follow-up right cross with his full momentum.
>His body goes limp, and he collapses to the mat.
>Oh shit.
>You knocked him out!
>The bell rings again, snapping you out of your trance.
>A couple of people around the ring are clapping.
>You feel a hand on your shoulder.
>”Well kid,” Ring says as you turn your head to look at him, “I think I can work with this.”