Title: Short Change Chrysalis CH 4 Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/z0f2hMZF First Edit: Monday 12th of September 2016 02:11:52 PM CDT Last Edit: Monday 12th of September 2016 02:11:52 PM CDT ( CH 3: http://pastebin.com/NX1QtJc4 )   >5 months in >Chrysalis has gained back her power from before and then some >Though, naturally, she still refuses to use it >You've passively been letting her take more love from you >Not much else has happened >Until- >*BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEE-* >*SLAM* >You rise from your comforter "Fuuuuuck me, what time is-" >10:30 AM >...ZAWA...ZAWA...ZAWA...ZAWA... "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" >You bash your door open, and head to the bath room, making sure to take as quick a shower as possible >FUUUUUUUCK >YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR WORK >MR. JONES HAS BEEN ON YOUR ASS LATELY >LAST THING YOU NEED IS TO BE LATE FOR WORK! >You dash out the bathroom when Chryaslis comes from her room, yawning >"*Yaawwwn* Anon, what's wr-" "I'M LATE FOR WOOOOOORRK!" >You grab a piece of toast in your mouth >You grab your wallet >You grab your phone >You grab your Chrysalis, forgetting that she's perfectly fine staying at home >"a-ANON! WAIT!" >In your mad rush to grab your things, you can't even notice that you've grabbed her >And are now throwing them (and her) in the backseat >"ANON, IT'S ME! YOU'RE THROWING ME IN- DAMMIT ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" >You drive to work, still hoping beyond hope that you have a job   *A FEW MINUTES LATER*   >You arrive at work, parking your car >You turn around to tell Chrysalis to wait here since you don't know what to have her do while you- >"ANON, SNAP OUT OF IT!" >Like that, you're out of it... >...and you take in your surroundings, realizing that you've just taken Chrysalis with you to work >'MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, AIN'T TODAY GOIN' JUST DAAAAAANDY ANON?' You think to yourself in the voice of Mr. Meeseeks >You sigh, letting the mistakes you've made so far today soak in as you rest your head on the car's steering wheel >'RIGHT YOU ARE ANON! TODAY'S JUST BEEN A-M-A-ZING!' >You don't even bother looking up and at Chrysalis as you open your door and step outside >'HEY ANON, I WAS THINKIN' OF COMMITIN' SUICIDE LATER! YOU WANNA JOIN IN?' >You peer inside at Chrysalis, whose gone from confused, to angered, and now to concerned "I, uh, I'll try and get you back home during lunch, okay?" >'WHY SURE, ANON. THAT SOUNDS ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL!' >You close the door before Chrysalis has the chance to speak >'WHAT KINDA SUICIDE DID YOU HAVE IN MIND?' >Still gripping your car door's handle, you violently shake it, eventually raising your hands and giving up >'I WAS THINKIN' ABOUT HAVIN' MYSELF A GOOD OLD SHOTGUN SANDWICH.' >You walk into work with the worst expectations and no hopes >'I'VE NEVER HAD A SHOTGUN SANDWICH, BUT IT SOUNDS DEEEEEEEEELISH! MMMM MMMMMMMMMMMM!'   >Well, didn't expect Anon to do that >You've always wondered how stressful his job was >Whenever you brought it up, he didn't really elaborate >Just shrugged and said "It's a job" >Is it though? >Anon had been a bit more stressed than usual lately >But when did this start? >You think back ov- >Wait, it's obvious >He's been letting you take more love over time >That's probably tiring him out more >It was like that with Shining >He also started getting more fatigued >He needed 3 cups of coffee just to get to the altar! >Maybe you should keep it at a set level >You may be trying to head home >But there's no need to kill the person housing you as it is >You look over the back seat of Anon's car to see him enter the restaurant >Not a bad place, quite classy actually >You then see Anon get approached by someone in a tie   >"Anon, could you see me in my office, please?" >'OOOOOH GOODY. THE BOSS IS GONNA BE TALKIN' DIRECTLY TO YOU ANON! AIN'T THAT WONDERFUL?' >You don't even bother putting up any sort of resistance >'YOU BETCHYER BOOTY IT IS!' >You trudge over to the office with Mr. Jones, your head hung down like a slave with a chained collar being pulled to the whipping post >'WHATCHA THINK IS GONNA HAPPEN NOW ANON?' >He opens the door for you and you slink in, ready for unemployment >'I'M BETTIN' ANON'S GONNA GET FIRED, ANON.' >You sit on the chair opposite to his desk, ad he sits in it, rubbing his forehead and pulling his short black hair back >"Alright Anon, you have to understand..." >'HERE IT COMES, ANON. YOU READY?' >"I know that no one can ever be at their peak all the time..." >'HOW'S IT FEEL BEIN' TALKED DOWN TO BY MR. BOSS MAN, ANON?' >"But, I'm sorry, your performance has just gone down the drain..." >'FEELS PRETTY GOOD, ANON. FEELS PRETTY GOOD' >"I know you're a hard and reliable worker, Anon..." >At this point, the Mr Anonseeks had just died off, now replaced by your anxiety for the future and a deep pit >"And I just have to wonder, what's going on?" >Oh if only it were that easy >'Well Mr. Jones, I'm currently housing and feeding my love to an insect-equine hybrid known as Queen Chrysalis from the popular TV show "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic"' >Instead you offer- "I couldn't tell you if I wanted to, Mr. Jones..." >"*sigh* Well then I'm so-" *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* >Mr. Jones looks up from you to the door and shouts "Come on in." >And In walks.. >A tall, slender woman with alabaster skin... >Pitch black hair that went down to her shoulders, with dark green highlights... >Forest green lipstick and nail polish... >...Wearing a green and black plaid shirt and skintight jeans. >Wait, she can turn into a human? >You didn't doubt her ability to change, since that's her race's trademark, but... >She probably wasted shit tons of magic to get into that form! >Why? >"Are you Mr. Jones?" >"Yes. May I ask who you are? >"I'm Christina-" >Good choice of name, Chrissy >"-Anon's current roommate." >"Well, could you please wait outside? I'm currently-" >"May I please say my piece?" >"What? What piece?" >She points to you >"About Anon." >... >"*sigh* Fine.You have five minutes" >She takes a deep breath >"I understand that Anon hasn't been working all that hard, and I know why." >"And why might that be?" >"You must understand, this young man took me in five months ago when I had nothing." >Mr. Jones watches her vigilantly, his hands gripping each other in front of his face >"I was thrown out of my parent's house with nothing. They wouldn't even let me grab an extra set of clothes, just threw me onto the street. I had just graduated high school, I didn't know how to get a house or apartment, I wasn't confident enough to get a job, so all I could bring myself to do was scavenge. I had been out there, sleeping on sidewalks, begging for change, doing what I needed to to get by." >Tears start running down her face >Not a river though... >...A very calm stream >She's putting on just enough sadness to be believable >"Then one night, I'm raiding through his garbage can, and next thing I know, Anon is at his door. I had feared he would chase me out, but then he invites me inside. He offers me a chance, tells me I can live with him if I start looking for a job." >"I had never known such kindess, such generosity, until I had met this..." >She turns to you, gripping your hand in hers >"...this brave young man..." >She turns back >"...who willingly let a stranger into his home, sheltered me, fed me and gave me another chance. This young man may not be perfect Mr. Jones, but I ASSURE you, he is worth every single minute of your time..." >She turns back to you with a genuine smile >"...Just as he's worth every minute of mine..." >... >...Your heart melts... >...before reconstituting itself into the meaty chunk of flesh it's supposed to be >She was just saying that to win your boss over, that's all... >...Yeah, that's it... >...She's just trying to help you get your job back... >...so you can help her get back home easier... >Yep... >No feelings of attraction here... >Just... >...d-did she mean that? >After a minute of pondering, Mr. Jones finally comes to a decision. >"Alright, while I don't tolerate any sort of slacking off, or anything less than 100% dedication..." >"...it's clear to me that you've been having to take care this young woman, and as such, you've been burdened on both sides." >"So, while I'm expecting you to get your act together...I'll let you keep the job." >Chrysalis smiles wider than ever before >"Do you mean it?" >"Yeah yeah yeah, I do." >She then grabs onto you and pulls you into a hug, causing you to give a blush and a happy, if embarrassed, smile >"Now if you'll excuse him, HE has to get back to work." >"Oh, of course! See you after work Anon!" >She waves and heads out the door, presumably back to the car >... >"Well, what are ya waiting for?" "Oh, sorry sir." >You get out of your chair and are about to exit his office when he stops you as you're grabbing the handle >"...You're a good kid Anon." "Uh-thank you, sir." >"No problem. Now get back to work." "Yes sir."   *AFTER WORK*   >You pull into your driveway and head inside to find Chrysalis doing her usual jog on the treadmill... >...in her human form, but now with a loose white tank top and baggy gym shorts, both of them yours >You thought she would have changed back when you brought her home at lunch >But she hasn't >Hold up "Where did you get those clothes from when you were in Mr. Jones' office?"   "Magic." >The phrase 'Fuck off with that horseshit' was practically written on his face "100% Serious. Hell, they were more of a hit to my reserves than transforming." >"Wait, how could making clothes with magic be more taxing than transforming into a human?" "I... may have practiced a bit before." >"Weren't you the one adamant about not using any magic, so as to save it all up?" "Well, yes, but I figured if I'm going to be stuck here for a year or two, there's no point in spending it sitting alone in this house." >"...Okay, good point." >He looks as if he's about to go to his room when he stops himself >"One more thing." "Yeah?" >"Did you mean it?" "Hmm?" >"When you said I was... worth every minute of your time?" >Yes Anon "Well-" >That was the absolute truth "I was trying to convince your boss to keep you-" >He really means THAT much to you >"-and I figured that would do it." >If only you could tell Anon about your feelings... >that you tOTALLY DON'T HAVE >NONE OF THOSE FEELINGS AT ALL >NOPE >YOU SIMPLY APPRECIATE THAT HE WOULD GO OUT OF HIS WAY TO HOUSE YOU >AND YOU HELPED HIM IN RETURN >NOTHING. MORE >IT'S NOT AS IF YOU CARE ABOUT HIM >IT'S... It's not like...You think he's nice or anything >You slow down on the treadmill >It's not as...as if he's caring...or charming >...or funny...or >... It's not... like you'll...like >You stop moving and turn of the treadmill >... it's not like you'll miss him or anything... >... >... "I'm going to bed," you state weakly, transforming back into your old self >"Chrissy? You alright?" >He gives you a concerned look >No, Anon "Yes, I'm fine." >You're not fine >You head for bed, getting under the covers >... Because I don't want to leave you >You silently weep yourself to sleep >...Because I really do... >...love you...