Title:           The Gift That Keeps On Giving
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Wednesday 9th of March 2016 12:51:41 AM CDT
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>"Seriously, you're on the computer again?"
>"You know sunshine isn't fatal to you, right?"
 
*****
 
"Kinda busy right now, Dash."
>Be Anon.
>Be running out of time.
>"You always say that! All week long you've been glued to that stupid laptop. Why don't you wanna hang out anymore, Anon?"
>You look up at her from your sitting position.
"It's not even that, Dash, I'm just busy."
>You look back down quickly. Almost there. You might be in the clear.
>"What's more important than your friends, Anon?" she angrily questioned.
>Less than a minute.
>"Do you just not care about me anymore?"
>A week of waiting all about to come together.
"Dash, I-"
>Suddenly, a blue hand places itself on your laptop, shutting it.
>No no no NO NO-
"WHAT THE FUCK DASH?!"
>Open it quickly. Pray you still have a chance.
>"If you love that thing so much, maybe you should marry it!"
>And with that, Dash stormed away.
>You're panicking.
>Please no.
>Log back in.
>...
>You have been outbid!
>Auction for "Signed official Wonderbolts Sports Jacket" ended.
 
*****
 
>You stare blankly at the screen still in your lap.
>You haven't closed the page, leaving it open to mock you further.
 
>Be Anon.
>Be sitting under a tree just outside the front of the school.
>The day had gone by excruciatingly slowly as you monitored the auction page.
>Under the guise of taking notes, not a single teacher has harrassed you about having it open, of which you were quite grateful.
>Not that it mattered anyway, since you've already missed your window.
 
>An out-of-production, licensed Wonderbolts sports jacket signed by both Soarin AND Spitfire.
>This stupid jacket was closer to a thousand than zero when you first found it. And the bidding war was brutal.
>Eventually, it got too rich for the blood of others, and your bid was the only one for the last few days.
>But you knew that someone would try to beat you last second. It's how these websites worked.
>You were actually going to put an extra hundred down last-second, to trump any other last-second bids.
 
>You were thankful for your jobs, otherwise you'd never be able to afford it.
>In fact, you already couldn't afford it, as it was dipping into your car fund to pay for it.
>But it seemed worth it, at least to you.
>It was the perfect gift, for the perfect friend.
 
>A friend that can't even begin to understand what she had just done.
 
>Even now, as you look up to see her begin walking home, a volatile brew of emotions well up inside you.
>Anger, that you were so rudely wrenched away from your goal.
>Moroseness, that you knew she was feeling shunned by one of her best friends.
>Despair, that the jacket was now forever out of your reach.
>Self-loathing, for having not placed the bid sooner.
 
>You looked back down at the laptop on your lap, the webpage still open.
>You click the red X in the top corner to close the page.
>After closing the laptop, you put it in your back and begin the walk home.
 
*****
 
>Well, look on the bright side.
>You can still afford a car, at least.
 
>You stand up off the ground, brushing off the seat of your pants.
>It wasn't all that bad. I mean it's not like you lost anything.
>Well, besides a week of your time.
>But you came out of it virtually the same way you went in.
>You broke even.
 
>So why do you feel so devastated?
 
>Well, you weren't going to let yourself be miserable over this.
>You begin the trek back home, thinking about what you were going to do upon reaching your home.
>You would probably end up browsing for another jacket.
>Although, the odds of that happening were slim. It was a miracle you found the first one.
 
>Stop thinking about the jacket.
>You lost. Big deal. Focus on something else.
 
>You hope Dash isn't too upset.
>She has a bit of a hostility issue, but deep down, she's one of the most loyal people you've ever known.
>And you couldn't really blame her for being upset. You did kind of blow her off for the entire week.
>But you wanted it to be a surprise! You didn't want her to catch any idea of what you were planning.
 
>But now that you have nothing to show for any of it, it'll take a bit of work to make her happy with you again.
>You could just show her what you were trying to do, but you know she'd never stop beating herself up over getting upset with you over a gift.
>She'd also never let go of the fact that she is solely responsible for her not getting that jacket.
>You don't want to make her as miserable as you feel right now.
 
>It's a half an hour of walking before you finally make it to your house.
>Simple, one-floor. Nothing too ugly, nothing too pretty.
>You open the door and walk inside, kicking off your shoes and tossing your backpack to the couch.
>Immediately, you head into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat, when you feel your phone vibrate.
>You open the phone to see who it's from.
 
>It's from Applejack.
>Oh boy here we go.
 
*****
 
>You answer the call, putting it on speaker phone and setting it on the counter while you searched for something to eat.
"Yello?"
>"Anon? It's me, Applejack."
>You roll your eyes as you open the fridge.
"I know, you're in my contacts. What's up?"
>"I was jus' callin' to ask if y'all were comin' with us to the mall to hang out this weekend."
>Searching the shelves, you couldn't find anything appealing to you, and you shut the door.
"Sure am, AJ. Got the day off work and everthing."
>"Glad to hear it! We ain't seen a whole lot of y'all last week, so I thought I'd check in with ya."
>You open up the freezer door now, sighing.
"Yeah, I've just been occupied with something, that's all."
>"That's fine, sugarcube. Uh, if you don't mind my askin', what was it y'all were busy with?"
 
>And here it is.
 
"It's kinda private, AJ."
>Hot Pockets? Pizza rolls? Ice cream?
>Nope, nope, and nope.
>"That's fine, Anon. But, I think y'all should know that yer... yer lil' bout of seclusion, it ain't gone over with Rainbow so well. I think y'all need to tell her somethin' so she ain't so upset."
>But there ARE two massive fucking slabs of salmon.
>Looks like your parents have something nice planned for dinner tonight.
>You end up voicing your thoughts aloud.
"Ooh, lookin' forward to that."
>"Anon!" came the shocked cry of Applejack.
 
>Fuck, goddamnit.
"No, that wasn't to you!"
>You close the freezer door, clasping a hand over your forehead and cringing.
>"Look, just give Rainbow a call er somethin'," she replied. "Tonight, preferably."
"Yeah, I'll call her. Sorry."
>"Alright. I gotta go, see ya Saturday, Anon."
>And with that, the call was ended.
 
>You shook your head, releasing another sigh.
>That could've gone better.
>But you learned a few things.
 
>Rainbow's really mad at you.
>She obviously vented to AJ, otherwise she wouldn't have called.
>And there wasn't anything to eat in this goddamn house.
 
*****
 
>God damn, you're hungry.
>Time to go find something to eat.
 
>Be Anon.
>Be walking to the gas station at the end of the block.
>Time to get a sunlamp-cooked hotdog and an overpriced fountain drink.
 
>Because you work two jobs, and you've got money like that.
 
>Takes you only a few minutes to get there, and sitting outside in a parking spot is a very familiar black camaro with lightning decals.
>Welp, great. Time to fill your daily quota of "dude's" and "bruh's" with Flash and the gang.
>You could just turn around now.
 
>But fuck that, you're hungry like a vegan Ethiopian.
 
>When you go inside, you're greeted with the smell of gas station roticery food being cooked in a kiosk right next to the cashier counter.
>Oh fuck yeah.
>You approach the kiosk to grab yourself one, when you look across to see Flash himself currently buying a slurpee at the other cashier counter.
>He's talking obnoxiously loud to his friend, some nobody you've never bothered to learn the name of.
 
>"Thanks for covering the slurpee, dude," said the friend, while Flash passed a credit card to the cashier.
>"Bruh, don't worry about it! You're covering my ass all the time, it's the least I could do."
>"Bruh, that's so cool dude."
>"Bruh."
 
>Why do you taste blood?
>Oh, it's because you've been aggressively biting your lip in agitation.
>Well, time to mix the taste of blood with the taste of hotdog.
 
>You slip the dog into a bun, and the bun into a paper sleeve, before taking it to the free cashier.
>"That'll be a dollar thirty-nine," said the cashier unenthusiastically.
>Before you can reach for your wallet, the other cashier speaks to Flash.
>"I'm sorry sir, but your card's been declined."
>Flash's look of shock made your lips curl into a sinister smirk.
 
>"Wait what? ...OH! Oh that's right. Sorry bruh, my bad."
>"I maxed that card out buying something online after school."
 
>...
 
*****
 
>What the fuck did he just say?
 
>Be Anon.
>Be clenching your free hand so hard that you're sure your knuckles are turning white.
 
>"Dude, didn't you JUST pay off that card?" the friend inquired, surprise etched into his features.
>"Yeah, but it was worth it. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, bruh." He then proceeded to swap the maxed card for a different card, extending it to the cashier. "Here, try this one."
 
>The hotdog in your hand is beginning to slide out of the bun with how hard you're squeezing it.
 
>"It was such a close call, too!" he shouted. He SHOUTED. His friend is literally a foot away. Why the fuck did he shout?
 
>"Sir, you're gonna need to pay for that."
>You didn't pay attention to the overweight cashier giving you a dirty look. Ignoring him, you continued to listen to the conversation beyond.
>Your anger only amplifying with each sentence.
 
>"I had to bid last second to even get it, but I won!"
>The cashier handed the card back to Flash, who didn't even put it in his wallet. He put it in his pocket.
 
>You're seething with rage.
 
>"Dude, what even was it?" the friend inquired, sipping from his slurpee.
 
>"Sir, you need to pay for that!" came the raised voice of a clearly-agitated ham planet.
>The hotdog had long since fallen out and onto the floor, the bottom being squashed and mangled like a tranny's penis.
 
>"Dude, check it out... I bought an OUT OF PRODUCTION-"
 
>"Sir, are you alright?"
 
>Your eye twitches.
 
>"-SIGNED-"
 
>"Sir?"
 
>You're quaking with the fury of a thousand autists hearing about their favorite character getting wings.
 
>"-BY LES PAUL STRATOCASTER!"
 
...
 
>He looks over to you and waves.
>"Hey, Anon! What's up, bruh?"
 
>...
 
*****
 
>He comes running over to where you are, with a big grin on his face.
>"What's up, dude?" He then spots the hotdog on the floor, and pats you on the back. "Aw, sucks about your brat, brah. Want me to buy you another?"
 
>You take a deep breath, holding it for a moment, before releasing it, along with what felt like all the tension in your body.
>You felt like you just dodged a bullet.
>A heat-seeking bullet.
>Fired from a gun held sideways.
>That's a kill shot motherfucker.
>And you dodged it.
 
"...Nah, it's cool."
>"You sure bruh? Ain't no trouble."
"Thanks, but it's alright."
>He shrugged. "Anything for my bro, bruh." He patted you once more before removing his hand.
 
>"Yo Flash, I'm goin to the car!" shouted the obnoxious nobody friend.
>"Cool, I'll be out in a sec!" Once the friend had left, he turned to you again. "Hey, did you hear what I was telling Norman?"
>Oh, so Norman was his name.
>What a boring name.
 
"Yeah, I heard. Congrats, man. New guitar, that's nice."
>You catch the glare from the angry cashier, and right before he can say anything, you pull out your wallet and wave it at him as though it were a sword and you were fending off a dragon.
>A really fat dragon.
>"Yeah, it's a beauty..." As you pull out a five dollar bill, he continues. "Hey, um, you're a trustworthy guy, right?"
 
>The question made you do a double-take, and you gave him a look of puzzlement.
"Well I sure fuckin' HOPE so, Flash."
>He waves his hands defensively as you pass the bill to the fuming landwhale.
>"Nah, man! You've got it all wrong! What I mean is, you keep secrets well, right?"
>What the fuck is he on about?
 
"Yeah... Why?"
>You extend your hand out to get your change.
 
>...
 
>"I didn't actually buy a guitar."
 
>Wait what.
>You completely release your grip on the change, letting the money fall all over the countertop.
 
>Ham planet is not amused.
>And neither are you.
 
*****
 
>"Anon, you alright man?"
 
>Your head turns to face Flash so fast that you feel your neck pop.
>But there is no pain.
>There is only despair.
 
"Didn't buy a guitar, huh?" you spat out through gritted teeth and the biggest, most forced smile you've ever put on.
>"Yeah, it was pretty shitty to lie to Norman, but the truth is... well, it's kinda embarrassing." Flash rubs the back of his neck to accent the statement.
 
>"Sir!" was the thunderous cry of the mighty bucktoothed fucking walrus of a man that leered at you. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave now. Please collect your change and-"
 
"You can tell me, Flash!"
>You unclench your teeth, but now your hands are balling into tight fists.
"I promise not to laugh. I mean it."
>And you did mean it.
 
>There would be no laughter if he told you what you thought he would tell you.
 
>"Well... [spoiler]I bought a Wonderbolts jacket. Signed, too!"[/spoiler]
 
>...
 
>"I know! It's such a dumb thing to spend so much money on. It wasn't even in my size!"
 
>...
 
>"But, y'know, things like that are once-in-a-lifetime! How could I just NOT, y'know bruh?"
 
>...
 
>"The thing's only gonna go up in value while the Wonderbolts are popular, right? Would've been stupid NOT to buy it!"
 
>...
 
>Flash clears his throat.
>"Thats, uh... that's not why I bought it though."
 
>Wait what?
 
>For the first time since he Nagasaki'd your hopes and dreams, you blink, and give him an inquisitive look that said, "Que?"
"Why the fuck did you even buy it then? That thing was over a thousand dollars."
>Flash gives you a suspicious look.
>"How do you know how much it was?"
 
>Oh fuck.
>Well, it couldn't really hurt to tell him, could it?
 
"Because, uh, I was trying to buy it too. The signed, out of production one?"
>Flash's eyes widened and he put a hand over his mouth.
 
>"Bruh, no way."
 
*****
 
>"Bruh, I am SO sorry, man. Like, I had no clue you wanted it too, man."
 
>Be Anon.
>Be taking things relatively well.
>You expected to explode with a fiery wrath, but instead, you just kinda deflated.
>Like the sadness was finally overtaking you.
>Coiling around you like a mighty python, squeezing every emotion out of you until there was nothing but despair.
 
"Nah, it's fine man. You won it fair and square."
>"Dude, I didn't even know you were a Wonderbolts fan to begin with," Flash continued. "C'mon, let me get you something to make you feel better. Slurpee? Another hotdog?"
"I'm fine. Really."
>"I feel like trash for doing this to you, man," Flash told you. "If it makes you feel better, it'll be taken care of perfectly. I promise you."
 
>In a way, that comforted you.
>Not really that the jacket would be taken care of. You could actually care less about that.
>It was the fact that Flash seemed to genuinely feel bad about inconveniencing you.
>You two were never close enough to be friends, but you didn't really hate his guts.
>He just annoyed the ever-loving fuck out of you.
>But, knowing that he had a conscience and actually cared about beating you to the punch showed a lot about his character, and you respected that.
>Who knows, maybe you two could even become friends someday.
 
"Thanks, Flash. I appreciate you telling me that."
>You give him a genuine smile as you lean down to collect your change.
>Jabba the Gut left a while ago, it would seem.
 
>"Yep, it'll be treated with the utmost respect by one of the biggest fans the Wonderbolts has!"
 
>You scoop the change all into your hand and stand up.
"Geez, I didn't know you liked the Wonderbolts so much, Flash."
 
>Flash put his hand behind his head again.
>"Yeah, I try to downplay it as much as possible. It's hard not to sperg out about it when it comes up, and it's bad for my image if I do that, y'know?"
 
>You shrug.
"I guess that makes sense."
 
*****
 
>Be Anon.
>Be bummed still, but you're getting over it.
>Yeah, you didn't get the jacket, and yeah, Rainbow was still pissed off.
>But at least you were able to come out of this without losing anything.
>And hey, you may have even gained a friend.
>All in all, everything went fairly well.
 
>"...So what did you think of thier last match?"
 
>Uh wait what.
"What? What're you talking about?"
 
>Flash gave you a confused look.
>"The Wonderbolts match last week. You saw it, right?"
 
>Oh shit he still thinks you're a Wonderbolts fan.
>A big fan.
>Big enough to drop over a grand on a signed jacket.
 
"I, uh, didn't catch it."
 
>"Aw, bummer. Well you can probably guess how Soarin' did, am I right?" He gave you a sly grin, nudging your side with an elbow and snickering. "What with his little 'handicap'."
 
>You have no fucking clue what he's talking about.
"Uh, yeah, I totally get you! Haha, that Soarin' really is a card, isn't he?"
 
>Internally, you're panicking.
 
>"It was SUCH a shitshow, bruh. Fleetfoot couldn't cover his ass this time."
 
>You look at the watch on your wrist and deduce that it is nearing 4:00 pm.
>Oh holy fuck you're gonna be late for work again.
>Now you're panicking externally.
"Oh fuck I'm gonna be late again!"
 
>Flash gives you a worried expression. "What time is it? Do you need a ride?"
 
"A ride would be fucking fantastic actually. You don't mind?"
 
>He pats you on the back once more. "Dude, it's the least I could do. C'mon, Norman's probably bored out of his mind anyway."
>And with that, the two of you leave the store, and you're greeted by the thumping bass of whatever was playing in Flash's car.
>You could see Norman nodding his head to the beat with his eyes closed.
>When Flash opened the driver-side door, you were greeted with an even louder rendition of the song.
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfuCLp8VEng&t=1m42s (Run the Jewels - Run the Jewels)
 
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>Norman looked over to Flash, then to you. You couldn't hear what he was saying to you over the music.
>Apparently he noticed, and turned the music down to a fraction of the ear-shattering level it was prior.
>"Yo Anon! What's up, man?"
 
>"I'm giving him a ride to work," Flash told him, sliding the driver seat forward so that you could get into the back.
>It was an awkward fit, but you were able to slip inside.
>It smelled like dirty laundry and old fast food.
 
>Flash moved the seat back and climbed inside, shutting the door behind him.
>"So where do you work, Anon?" he inquired.
 
"The Plentifood grocery store downtown, by the pawn shop."
 
>"Alright, then let's go!" As he begins to pull out of the parking space, he looks over at Norman. "Hey, play track 5 on that CD, bro."
>Norman obliged, turning a dial on the dashboard and flooding the car with more music.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEOximWoFd0 (Run the Jewels - Lie, Cheat, Steal)
 
>He then turned the volume back up.
>Obliterating your ear drums.
 
>Norman started mirroring the lyrics of the song, relatively well actually.
>"Smoke from the loosie drift, hold it like a crucifix, blow from the nose, I'm a dragon to a gnome-"
>It was fairly entertaining watching him almost perfectly match the pace of the song, not stuttering or mixing up words.
>Must've done this a lot.
 
>You made a turn down the main road cutting across town, and both Flash and Norman jumped in for the chorus.
>"Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, win, everybody's doing it!"
 
>You managed to crack a grin as they both went along with the song, and pretty soon, it was Flash's turn to do the next part.
>"I’m fly like a pegasus, that’s no embellishment. I’m here to p- the whole game, where the Excedrin!"
>He wasn't exactly on top of the song, but he wasn't terrible.
 
*****
 
>Be Anon.
>Be having fun with Flash and Norman.
>Huh. Weird.
 
>Flash really had the faster part of his turn locked down.
 
>"So the question is when Don’s at home with that traitor ass bitch alone"
>"Who’s that voice on the side of the phone that shakes and rattles his bones?"
>"Could it be the man behind the man behind the man behind the throne?"
 
>Flash rolled the windows of his car down, and you couldn't help but join in for the chorus this time around.
"Lie! Cheat! Steal! Kill! Win!"
>Flash and Norman spared a quick glance back at you, the giddiest fucking grins on their faces.
>"Everybody's doing it!" they shouted.
"Lie! Cheat! Steal! Kill! WIN!"
>"Everybody's doing it!"
"LIE! CHEAT! STEAL! KILL! WIN!"
>"EVERYBODY'S DOING IT!"
 
>"FUCK YEAH!" Norman screamed, barely louder than the music even. "That was TIGHT!"
>Do people still say tight?
>Who cares, you're having fun.
 
>"You a fan of Run the Jewels Anon?" Flash asked you as the song died down.
 
"This is the first I've heard it."
 
>"You like it?"
>You don a grin of your own, and he mirrors it. "Then you're gonna love this next one. Norman, track 2!"
>Very soon, the next song was being played.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-S9mtYowPY (Run the Jewels - Oh My Darling)
 
>You noticed that you were getting a whole lot of angry looks from strangers you passed by.
>And for good reason.
>You were destroying the eardrums of every human being within a three-block radius.
 
>"FUCK the law, they can eat my dick, that's word of pimp!" they shouted in tandem.
>Unfortunately, you could see your place of work fast approaching, meaning your fun would be cut short.
>When he turned into the parking lot, Flash turned the music down, parking right in front of the front doors.
>"This the place, Anon?"
 
"Sure is. Thanks for the ride, guys."
>You could barely hear your own voice over the throbbing in your ears.
 
*****
 
>"Dude, we should totally hang out nore!" Norman shouted.
>"When do you get off work, Anon?" Flash asked. "Wanna hang out afterwards?"
 
>You tried to remember if you had anything to do today after work.
>...Nope, nothing really happens on Thursdays besides work.
 
"Sure! I get off at nine though, is that too late?"
 
>They exchange a glance, before cracking up like you had told the funniest joke ever.
>"I'll be back at 9, Anon," he told you.
 
"Sounds good! See ya then!"
>Flash slides his seat forward, and you climb out.
>The door shuts but the window is still down, and you can hear them carry on with the music as they drive away.
 
>You check your watch.
>It's 3:58
>Nice.
 
>You walk inside and are greated by the store's ambient music.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E9s1ltPGQOo (Mii Channel Music)
>It reminds you of something, but you can't remember what it is.
 
>The store is bathed in a pristine eggshell white. The tiles are white with random pine-green tiles scattered about.
>The walls were white but with a pine green and red stripe going along the top.
>The checkout aisles were all to your right as you walked forward, your left walled with windows.
>You could see Flash's camaro racing down the road, and you smiled.
>You were in a really good mood.
 
>"Hey there Anon," said a familiar voice.
>You look over to the only aisle in use -aisle 2- and see the person whose position you'll be taking, Eric.
 
"Hey Eric. I'm gonna clock in real quick."
>You duck around the checkout stands and enter the break room, where you punch in your timecard at exactly 4:00 pm.
>Ooh, fuck yeah.
 
>You put on your green apron, take a drink from the gallon of water you keep in the fridge, and head back out.
"How busy has it been?"
 
>He shook his head. "Dead as usual."
"Crap."
>Fewer customers made the day drag on far longer than you liked.
>And now that you actually had something to look forward to, it would make it even worse.
 
*****
 
>The day went by just as slowly as you had feared.
>You could count the number of customers you had gotten on three hands.
>For a five hour shift.
>God fucking damn.
 
>You ended up either facing the aisles of the store, or chatting with your supervisor.
>Lots of drama about the store eventually closing down, paired with a lot of infighting between employees.
>Seriously, there was a fuckton of drama going on for a tiny little grocery store in Canterlot.
>Honestly, it didn't matter too much to you.
>You didn't even really want this job anymore. You kept working it because it was nice additional income.
>But if it closed down, you wouldn't be too sad.
 
>Enough thinking about stupid work drama.
>You look at the clock. 8:56 PM
>Oh fuck yeah you're almost done.
>You sign out of your register and go back to the break room.
>Your supervisor beat you there, and he's clocking out.
>"Finally get to go home, Anon. You got any plans for the rest of the night?"
 
>Before you could even answer, you could hear the thumping base of heavy speakers quickly approach the outside of the store.
"Yeah, gonna hang out with some friends."
 
>"Well have fun, Anon. See you Sunday."
>You thank him, before heading back out and through the front doors.
>You see the light from the street lamp bounce off of the familiar jet-black camaro, and the passenger-side window rolls down.
>The music was almost muted then, and Norman shoots you a dopey grin.
>"Anon, bro! Get in!"
 
>He pulls his seat forward, and you climb into the back once more.
>As you do so, Flash turns the song volume back up and changes the track.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZUuz9p1RYY (Knife Party - Boss Mode HD)
 
>"Lets get fuckin' CRAZY!" Flash cried as he shifted the vehicle into gear and took off.
 
---
 
>Be Rainbow Dash.
>Be laying in bed, watching TV.
>Be constantly looking over to your cellphone, waiting for him to call.
>If he'll call at all.
>If he even cares anymore.
 
>Feel... betrayed.
 
*****