>Another day gone, another shitty day at school
>As you wake up, you roll off your bed
>You could shower...
>Eh, whatever, it's not like you smell
>You rummage around your wardrobe for clothes
>Sometimes you wish you had normal, sluttier clothes
>Non-tight pants are just too... Scary to wear in public
>Turtleneck, even though it's hot as fuck outside
>You wonder what it would look like with a boob window
>It would be like a window in a shitty apartment in a shitty part of Detroit
>You wouldn't see anything
>Dumb glasses, because fuck contacts (irritating as fuck)
>Put your nasty hair in a bun, again
>Sniff yourself
>Spray some deodorant on yourself
>Good enough
>Go downstairs and put some Pop-Tarts in the toaster
>Feel something nipping at your pants
"Hey there, little guy."
>Spike pants heavily
>He's gotten so fat, barely moves around these days...
>That's what happens when you have a dog since you were, like, a toddler
>Dad's been telling you to 'get ready' for Spike to...
>Whatever
>You scratch his ear and down your Pop-Tarts after they're done
>You dreamt about Anon last night
>And Rainbow Dash
>You seriously thought she was a lesbian, seriously, who dyes their hair RAINBOW?!
>Maybe they'd be up for the 'polyamory' thing
>You walk to school, headphones over your ears, blasting edgy metal tunes like the autist you are
>At the very least, you're happy knowing Sunny's finally going to know what you've been going through
>And without Trixie, you can focus your social skills elsewhere!
>Yeah, today is gonna be a good day!
>The first couple of classes go by much the same as they always do
>Teacher asks fucking retarded easy question
>People mill about and are silent
>Like, 'who is buried in Grant's Tomb?' tier idiot-proof questions
>Always gotta fucking raise your hand to get things moving
>People laugh at you when you do
>It's almost become just an innate reaction
>You speak in class and self-loathing just washes over you
>BUT
>Today is going to be different
>During lunch, your social butterfly wings will open up
>No more Trixie, no more social leech, means no more ostracization
>Maybe Anon will notice you now that Trixie isn't hanging off of you
>Fucking normies
>They'll learn to look up to you
>To want to hang out with you
>They may have been the same people who bullied you in elementary
>But now you'll be covered in Chads and Stacies
>Hanging off your every word
>'oh Twilight, let us have sex with you!'
>'not right now, there's only so much of me to go around!'
>'oh Twilight, you're so hot, almost as hot as Sunset!'
>'*making out sounds*'
>You cross your legs tightly
>Yes, today will be the day
>Sunny will realize what a piece of shit Trixie is, and help you become popular
>Lunch finally rolls around
>You get your disgusting school lunch and head to the girls' table this time
>You don't usually, but fuck, you're feeling good!
>AJ is there, being her usual hillbilly self, eating an apple
>Rarity is there, wearing fucking glasses she doesn't need, probably talking about science for no good reason
>Sluttershy is there mewling and cowering like a retard
>Pinkie is there being a hyperactive fucktard
>RD is there, with Anon...
>Sunny is there, looking hot, as always, that fucker, and—
>What the fuck
>"Miss Shimmer said I should show you guys the magic trick I showed her yesterday!"
>"Yeah, go ahead Trixie!"
>WHAT THE FUCK
>Trixie pulls out a fucking DECK OF CARDS
>How can they stand this total autism?!
>Trixie goes ahead and does some babby-tier magic trick
>You just stand a few feet from their table, looking awkward
>A bunch of fucking 'oohs' and 'ahs' can be heard
>Wow
>Nice taste guys
>Super sick
>Why do you even want these people to like you, again?
>"Now Sugarcube, I'm gonna hafta be honest with you."
>Ha, yes AJ
>Don't go easy on the sperg
>"You got some real talent, there, Trixie."
>Trixie blushes heavily
>Sunny pulls Trixie in for a fucking HUG
>You swear Sunny's breasts rub against Trixie a bit
>THAT COULD BE YOU
>They're fucking CHEERING!
>"M-My dad used to like magic a lot... I've been practicing very hard after he passed."
>Really milking that for all it's worth, huh Trixie?
>Fucking asshole
>Your dad dies and all you do is mention how it affects YOU
>Trixie starts TEARING UP
>AGAIN
>"Oh, Trix—"
>SHE'S TRIX NOW
>What about me, Sunny?
>I only ever get Twilight!
>"—It's okay. We're here for you."
>"Sugarcube, you got some real talent, I tells ya. Not like my good-fer-nothin' sister. She's a lost a cause... You thinkin' 'bout the Talent Show?"
>Trixie blushes again
>"I-I'm not good enough for that..."
>"Oh pish-posh, darling! You should definitely join. We'd all support you!"
>The girls nod in agreement, smiling at that fucking mass of Sperg
>You curl your hands into fists
>Which is bad
>Since you're carrying food on a tray
>And it falls, making a really loud, embarrassing sound
>The girls stop talking and turn to look at you
>"Ha, sick job Egghead. You might need to lift a bit more if you can't manage to handle a tray of food."
"H-H-Ha, y-yeah."
>Rainbow and Anon laugh at you, and you can hear some snickers from the other tables
>Trixie rushes up to you, getting on her knees and picking your food up off the floor
"Trixie, stop!"
>She doesn't listen
>God fucking FUCK
>She must think she's so awesome, stealing your place among your friends!
>You feel it coming
>The anger
>The rage
>You feel yourself shove Trixie to the ground, throwing your lunch that she'd just picked up all over her
>But you stop yourself
>Not again
>You'll just have to suffer this indignity
>Trixie picks up your food, puts it back on the tray
>Mostly packaged stuff, so it's salvageable
"Th-Thanks..."
>"Anything for a friend, Miss Sparkle!"
>Trixie hugs you
>In front of everyone
>You feel your cheeks redden
>"Come on you Egghead, take a seat. And don't spill your shit this time. Lol."
>More snickers
"Ha h-ha. Good one..."
>You take a seat next to Sluttershy
>You bet she smells like cock, whatever that smells like
>For the rest of lunch, the girls talk
>To Rarity about her dumb internship with some stupid fashion company
>To Applejack about, what else? Stupid fucking apples, what a fucking applesperg
>Sluttershy stays quiet most of the time, obviously
>Pinkie about all her stupid parties she has planned
>RD goes on, and on, and ON about her relationship with Anon
>Anon keeps blushing and telling her not to tell the girls 'all that private stuff'
>She calls him a loser and then does something under the table to make him suddenly sit up straight
>Something lewd probably
>Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
>You try to just stay quiet and not cry
>Nothing ever goes your way
>Trixie is all 'cool' now
>You spend your whole life accosted by the freak, but now that she's out of your life you basically have nothing
>Anon, fuck, why did you even like him in the first place?
>Fucking Chad manwhore with that fucking Sta—No, Rainbow is basically a Chad
>You wish you were alpha like that
>She can play the guitar, captain of the guy's football team...
>And of course Sunny can play tons of instruments, gets good grades, is actually smart and not just some grade-grubber
>The only one at the table who even talks to you...
>Probably just pities you
>You must be even lower than Trixie
>You're nothing
>The bell rings and people leave
>Trixie hangs back as the others leave for class
>"Miss Sparkle?"
>Ugh
"Yes?"
>"Would you like to come play with Trixie and Miss Shimmer after school today?"
"W-What?"
>"Trixie would like to invite you along. Miss Shimmer said she is worried you are not 'hanging out' as often as you could."
>You grit your teeth
>Now YOU'RE going to be Trixie's third wheel
>The third wheel to a simpering retard!
>No!
>And Sunny, yeah, she's just worried I'm not 'hanging out enough'
>Whatever the fuck that means
>God, you really are worse than Trixie
>"Well?"
"No, Trixie. I-I'm busy."
>"Okay. Trixie understands. Have a good day!"
>Trixie shoots you a smile and runs off
>You see her catch up to the girls, cozying up with Sunny
>They laugh
>You grit your teeth harder
>Whatever, it doesn't matter anyway
>They'll tire of Trixie soon enough
>The next few classes suck, as usual
>You really wish you didn't always sit in the front
>Today feels like a 'sitting in the back' day, but...
>People would probably make fun of you, or ask for 'their' seat back and you'd end up in the front anyways
>Man, fuck normies
>They don't even like people like Trixie
>They never deal with them, actually
>They just want to feel good about themselves
>'oh I'm such a good person because I posted on FB about homelessness and am nice to retards'
>The final bell rings
>Might as well just head to your locker slowly and hope Anon leaves before you get there
>You shuffle your feet as you head to your locker
>Basically on auto-pilot
>Thinking stupid things to yourself, like
>Maybe Anon will break up with Dash and fall in love with you
>Ugh
>Even in your daydreams it seems retarded
>No, that won't happen
>Hell, Trixie isn't even going to bother you today
>Sunny, well, she has Trixie now!
>Now no one will bother you
>Normies, right? Ree...
>Who needs friends when everyone else is a fucking shithead?
>You approach your locker and...
>Just your luck, Anon is there with Rainbow
>"Egghead!"
"H-Hey, Rainbow Dash. H-Hey, A-A-Anon."
>Rainbow Dash chuckles
>"Have you noticed how much she stutters around you, Anon?"
"W-W-W-What? N-N-No I d-don't..."
>"I think she's in love with you man!"
>You freeze in place
>This can't be happening
"I-I-I-I-I—"
>"I-I-I'm just fucking with you, Twilight. I don't mean nothin'."
"H-Ha, good one."
>Rainbow messes with your hair, trying to be friendly or some shit
>It's more annoying than anything else
>"How could you like this dumb lug?"
>"Hey!"
>"Nah, I can tell by the way you look at me, Egghead. Wanna join us for some hot, kinky action at my place?"
"W-W-W-W—"
>"Never had a threesome before. You'd be up, right?"
>W-What?
>Is she being serious
>You don't say anything
>"Are you actually thinking about it?"
"W-Well, m-maybe—"
>"DUDE, I was just pulling your chain again! Oh my God, Egghead, you're a real freak in the bed, huh?"
>Anon, who had been silent up till now, bursts out laughing
>Rainbow starts laughing too
>You feel yourself tearing up
>You... You have to get out of here
>"Woah, Egghead! I was just playin'! I didn't... Anon, you fucker. You made me laugh too hard."
>"Sorry, RD. That shit was just hilarious is all."
>You can hardly see where you're going
>Just away
>You're such a fucking retard
>Of course she was joking, you—
>You feel yourself crash against another body, bring you both to the ground
>"We really have to stop meeting like this," Sunset says laughing
"S-Sorry..."
>You try not to let your voice crack
>You can't let her see you cry
>You fell in a much more fortuitous position this time
>Like it even matters
>"Oh my God, Twilight, are you okay?"
>Sunset picks herself up the ground and reaches out for you
>You pull away
"W-Where's your new best friend?"
>"What?"
"Just leave me alone, Sunny..."
>"Twilight, what happened? Why are you crying?"
>You hide your face
"I-I'm not."
>Sunset bends down and puts her arm around you
>You don't have the energy to fight her off
>"Twilight, you need to tell me what's going on."
"And why do I have to do that, huh? Just go hang out with Trixie."
>"What? This is about Trix?"
"Yes! No... I don't know." T
>"Twilight, no one can help you if you don't open up. I'm your friend. I WANT to help you!"
>You laugh
>It comes out more like a sob, and Sunny pulls you closer to her
>You ineffectually push at her
>"Twilight—"
"No! Just stop. You're just being nice to me. You only hang out with me BECAUSE I have no one else. You're just such a 'good' fucking person."
>Sunset frowns and is silent
>She puts another arm around you, pulling you into a hug
>"I don't hang out with you because I have to. I do it because I want to. Because I do care, Twilight. I care about you. You worry me sometimes. I know you don't believe me, but I used to be a very lonely, hateful person..."
>Yeah right...
>"But I had someone looking out for me."
>What is this, christfag shit?
>"Even if you don't believe in yourself, know that I believe in you. Things may feel bad now, but you just have to open up. Why don't you come hang out with me and Trixie?"
"..."
>You sniffle and rub at your face
>Maybe she isn't just being nice to you...
>Looking around, you see that some people have gathered around
>Fuck fuck fuck fuck
>No
>You must look so fucking pathetic, being consoled like a fucking child
>You hear a voice
>"Geez Twilight, all this over a fucking joke?"
>"Fuck off, Anon!" Sunny says
>You feel your eyes blur again
>You hear chuckling
>No, you have to get out of here
>You push Sunny away and make a run for it
>She calls after you, but you don't turn back
>You're not going to be her Trixie
>You're not going let her be a fucking tardwrangler
>That's what she must see you as
>Another Trixie
>Some drooling idiot
>'Special Kids Afternoon Out'
>No
>"ASSHOLE!"
>You hear a loud THWACK! sound behind you and then a masculine yell
>You just keep running
>Before you know it, you're home
>You've never run that fast for that long
>You drop your shit as soon as you enter
>Take off your shoes
>"Twily! You're—Is something wrong?"
>You run past Dad and straight to your room
>You slam the door behind you
>Time for internet...
>Woo
>You slump down into your chair, lights off, blinds closed
>The dim hum of the monitor shines on your pathetic self
>"Woof!"
"Hey there little guy..."
>You strain to pick Spike up and place him in your lap
>He licks your face
"Who's my Number One Assistant? Who is it?"
>You rub his back as he snuggles against you
>You feel your heart lower its pace
>Taking a deep breath, you feel as though you can finally stop crying
>God you're retarded
"At least I have you, huh, Spike?"
>"Woof! :3"
>His eyes are cloudy
>He's fat
>But he's yours
"Let's see what's going on today."
>Probably the same shit as every day
>Just like in real life!
>At least now you know Anon thinks you're a joke...
>No, gotta go find random shit to distract yourself
"Maybe you shouldn't be looking at this stuff, Spike..."
>You lower him back to the ground
>You spend hours online, not moving from your chair
>Like most days
>This never would've happened if you just never went to that fucking party
>Parties are for normies
>Are you a normie?
>No
>Then why did you go?
"Anon..."
>Right...
>Some people are made to talk to other people and have friends
>Some aren't
>You're in the 'some aren't' category
>Sometimes, you think about multiple universes
>You used to be a retard and be all
>'oh in some universe I'm a fucking powerful wizard queen who everyone loves'
>but now you set your sights on
>'universe where I have friends'
>Which is gay
>Why do you even care about friends so much if people suck so hard?
>The only people who actually talk to you are literal autists like Trixie
>Or even worse that fucking Moondancer kid when you were REALLY young
>Ugh
>Or people like Sunny who're just disgustingly nice to everyone
>Whatever
>You continue to browse /d/
>God this place fucked you up
>Getting turned on by the absolute most crazy shit
>That's all you can do it to anymore
>This is what happens when you masturbate recreationally, kids
>You slide your pants off and put your legs up on your desk
>Spike's asleep, so, this is okay
>Time to go to your usual sex dreams
>'Oh no, Anon, I've turned into a couch!'
>'I can't move at all and am made of plush cushioning and high quality fabric!'
>'Oh Anon, don't sit on me!'
>'Oh no, you went ahead and did it anyway, oh my goooood~'
>You groan
>Not doing it for you
>Instead you try to imagine if maybe Dash and Anon actually took you with them...
>You image Rainbow's naked body
>What's she have that you don't?
>Her breasts are as not-there as yours
>Just because she's super in-shape and has amazing hips
>You wonder what her body would feel like against yours
>God you're pathetic
>You can't get Anon laughing at you out of your head
>No one cares about you
>Can't even have pretend sex in your head
>Even your imagination laughs at you
>'I care about you'
>'Sunny, when did you—'
>She takes your hand in hers and kisses you
>'Sunny...'
>'It's okay, Twi. I care about you.'
>You feel her tongue work its way into your mouth and—
"Mf~"
>Oh God
>What the fuck
>You pull your pants back up and spin in your chair
>What the fuck
>You can't get her out of your head
>How fucking pathetic are you
>You're not...
>No, it's just because she pretends to like you
>You must be, like, prison gay or something
>Wow, that's totally not pathetic at all
>Fuck
>You throw yourself on your bed
"What the fuck is wrong with me?"
>You feel yourself tearing up again
>Why do you have to be so weird?
>Why were you born this way?
>Why couldn't you be someone else?
>Life sucks
>God, how edgy are you
>Why can't you live in a world where you matter?
>'I care about you'
>You imagine Sunny naked and—
>Stop!
>You toss and turn in your bed
>You hear Spike panting
"I'm sorry to wake you up, boy."
>You rub your arm against your face
>To your surprise, he jumps up onto your bed
>Didn't think he still had it in him
>He settles down next to you
>You run your hand along his fur
>Maybe tomorrow will be better...
>Eventually, you're able to sleep
>You wake up
>Today seems like a shower day
>Afterwards, you put on your clothes, eat, and head out
>What happened yesterday...
>You'll just have to put that out of mind
>Knowing your luck, you'll bump into Rainbow and Anon again...
>You almost hold your breath as you make your way into school
>CHS
>What a dump...
>And wouldn't you know it, there's Rainbow and Anon
>Ugh, you used to like having a locker next to his...
"H-Hey Rainbow, hey A—Jesus!"
>Anon looks like a truck fucking hit him
>A small truck, and just in the face, but still
>Jesus
>A snarl flashes across his face as he looks at you
"W-What happened to you?"
>"Your girlfriend happened."
>"Anon, don't be such a dick or I'M gonna punch you."
>He shrugs a 'whatever' at you
>Who is he talking about?
>S-Sunny?
"I-I'm s-sorry."
>He grunts at you, takes his stuff and leaves
>Rainbow scoffs as he leaves
>"Hey Egghead, I'm really sorry about Douchefuck. I didn't mean to make you cry yesterday, I was just having fun. You know how it is, right? We cool?"
>Nice fake apology
"I-It's okay."
>She pulls you in for a hug and you blush
>"Don't be a stranger, okay? Smell ya later, Egghead."
"See ya..."
>What the fuck?
>Whatever
>Your next few classes pass as they usually do
>Eventually, the lunch bell rings
>You wonder if you should eat in the bathroom today
>As you get your lunch, you hear Trixie calling for you
>"Miss Sparkle! Please sit with Trixie!"
>You sort of crouch down a little, embarrassed
>Only a sperg would call someone out from across a room full of people
>You take your seat
"W-Where's Sunn—Sunset?"
>"She dun got in a fight with Anon yesterday, Sugarcube."
>You notice Anon isn't sitting with Rainbow Dash
>"They suspended her. Sometimes I wonder iff'n that girl'll ever really change. She seems all nice, but you should'a seen her back in the day. Really let the devil out, I tell ya what."
"W-Was it because of me?"
>The girls nod and you're not sure how to feel
>Knowing Sunny did that because of you makes your heart a little warm, but...
>At the same time, she's always so nice
>You don't want her to beat people up because of you
>Even if they are normies
>Rainbow Dash frowns
>"Can we not talk about this?"
>"What, Rainbow? Can't handle knowin' your boyfriend is a dick, but also such a pussy he gets his ass beat by a girl?"
>"Ha ha. That's that Southern wit, huh? I heard your brother was hitting on my boyfriend the other day."
>"I heard he took 'im up on it! I could hear your boyfriend suckin' Mac's dick in the barn!"
>Rainbow Dash scoffs
>"Oh, oh come on! You're gonna give in to my gay joke just to make another gay joke? Low blow, AJ! And gross!"
>"Did you tell yer boyfriend yer a dyke, yet?"
>"That's a lie and you know it!"
>"I can't tell a lie, Rainbow!"
>The two girls rise up from their seats
>"Girls, please! Trixie does not like it when her friends fight..."
>The two grumble and sit back down
>What the fuck?
>Since when can Trixie do that shit?
>Stupid fucking spergerous moe-blob
>'oh i'm so cute and suddenly don't cry 24/7'
>You awkwardly eat your lunch in silence, and eventually things calm down at the table
>"Oh, Miss Sparkle, did you want to hang out with Miss Shimmer and Trixie today? She's suspended, but she said she'll still play with me..."
>Ugh
>Well, maybe you should take her up on it...
"O-Okay..."
>Vomit
>Trixie's eyes light up
>"Fantastic! Miss Shimmer was very concerned about you."
"S-She was?"
>Trixie nods
>You go back to eating
>Maybe this will be okay
>The girls talk about the usual inane shit, and you keep mostly silent
>Sometimes you'll chime in
>Especially when, for no good, reason, they start talking about science
>'oh I totally watched this documentary on string theory'
>Motherfucker, shut the fuck up you normie
>Is nothing sacred?
>And when you DO chime in with something to educate these plebs, like
>'Oh, well, M-Theory isn't an actual, mathematical theory, but more an ad hoc mix of various limits of various string theories"
>Shit just gets quiet
>Even when you try to tell a joke
>Be all 'you know who else did nothing wrong?'
>Well, that didn't go over well
>The joke is that, you know, the comedy comes from disparity and hyperbole
>Fucking normies
>You give up and just shut up the rest of the time
>"Miss Dash, Trixie came to watch your game on the weekend. You are very impressive!"
>Dash does the usual 'of course I am!' shtick
>People laugh
>What the fuck
>And then Trixie talks with them about
>Sports?
>Rev up that fucking REEEEEEEEEE engine, Twilight...
>No, today is going to be better than yesterday
>You decide to wait for the right time to pipe up with something good for the conversation
>How the fuck do people know when to say shit?
>The bell rings before you get a chance to talk again
"Ugh..."
>"Oh, Miss Sparkle, you should fill this up before we play!"
>Trixie hands you a character sheet
>Just go along with it, Twilight
>Otherwise, how're you supposed to hang out with Sunny?
>She's the only one you can sort of talk to sometimes
"Thanks Trixie."
>She nods, smiles, and scampers off
>Motherfucker just assumes you have dice on you to fill this shit out
>So what if you do
>Whatever
>You head off to your next class
>Talking to Trixie, you'd found out she had a wizard
>Obviously
>Sunny had a fighter
>Not a paladin?
>And what should you be?
>It's been a long fucking while since you've played any of this sort of shit
>You don't like to think about it, but you used to be a lot more autistic than you are now
>With definitely-on-the-spectrum 'friends'
>You were always the odd one out, since you actually understood social ques
>Now, you usually just play solo
>When you get around to it
>You're glad you got out
>The Tard Brigade was bringing you down
>Sort of the same reason you stopped liking anime as much
>Get to high school, see the anime club, and it's filled with disgusting vermin
>That's not you
>But back to this stupid character sheet
>Playing with Trixie is gonna suck, isn't it?
>'Trixie's character will do blah blah blah'
>Sick roleplaying skills, man
>You decide that, since they have a Fighter and a Wizard, you'll be a Bard
>Names... It's a good thing you're good with names
>Could do something generic like 'Bubble Shine' or 'Sing Song' or something
>Go for the exotic option: 'Frank'
>And fuck class
>You're filling out a character sheet
>And the good thing is you only have to play with Trixie this one time
>You can just be all slick and ask Sunny to 'hang out' with you
>She'll have the time, and if she's hanging out with Trixie, obviously she'll hang out with you
>Then you can cut Trixie out of your life, for real this time
>Fuck her and fuck her dead dad
>Wait, that's really edgy
>Whatever, you're pumped because today is going to go well, you can feel it!
>Man, rolling around dice is hard to do in silence and without attracting attention
>Some of the other students shoot weird looks at you
>Like they've never had to construct a character sheet in public before
>Oh wait
>They probably have one of those 'lol tabletop games are ghey!' normie opinions
>Or worse
>One of those 'oh it's totally cool, I saw it on Bazinga Theory!'
>You shudder
>"Twilight, why are you rolling dice around in my class?"
>Fuck
>You look up and try to come up with an answer
>Fuck, what kind of realistic answer can you give
>"I think she's playing a dice game by herself or something, lol."
>Just, just play it cool, Twilight
"U-Uh, n-no. I'm u-using the dice to m-make a character sh-sheet..."
>"Like, for D&D?"
"Ugh, no, I'm not a total loser! It's for Pathfinder!"
>At that, the class bursts into laughter
>You shrink down in your chair
>The teacher gives you a stern look
>"Settle down, guys. Just, no more rolling dice around while I'm trying to teach, okay?"
>You nod and try to hold back tears
>Why would you even cry?
>People laughed at you all the time when you were younger
>Stop being such a fucking crybaby about it
>You take a deep breath
>Normie laughter should slough off you like the meaningless garbage that it is
>Plus, you're not a crybaby
>It's probably just an involuntary, Pavlovian sort of response built in to you from your childhood
>So, there's that, you know
>And you're almost done with the sheet!
>After you have on of your programs replace all instances of 'Dusk Shine' with 'Frank' in your old backstory you keep online...
>You laugh to yourself
>He's going to be broken as fuck
>Eventually, you finish Frank up
>You got pretty lucky with your rolls, so he's lookin' fine
>You frown as you think about playing with Trixie
>At least Sunny will be there
>Man, she must look out of place as fuck at a tabletop gaming shop
>Like, tons of spergs, and a random model
>You'll stick you, too, right?
>You're not a sperg
>Yeah, you'll be cool compared to these fucks
>The end of the day rolls around
>You head off to your locker
>Anon's there, as usual
>No Rainbow Dash this time
"H-Hey Anon."
>He shrugs and says nothing
>Just sort of shakes his head at you
>Does he hate you now?
"I-I just wanted to say sorry, again..."
>"No, no, Sparkle, it's my fault, you know, for finding something Rainbow Dash said funny. I'm sorry for having a sense of humor."
"O-Oh. S-S-S—"
>He groans
>"Look, if you can't handle fuckin' jokes between friends, which I thought we were, then grow the fuck up. Don't have your fuckin' guard bitch beat me up while you cry."
>He points his finger at you
>You feel yourself start to tear up again
>Fuck, not in front of Anon...
>"Ugh. Whatever, sorry, I don't mean to hurt your feelings or whatever. It was just a fucking joke. I'm mad because of this."
>He points to his general face area
"S-Sorry..."
>Anon leaves and you swear you hear him mutter
>'Why does Rainbow keep her and that fucking magic girl around...'
>You grit your teeth
>You're not a fucking sperg
>You're not
>Do people actually think about you and Trixie like you're the fucking same?
>You feel the energy leave your body, and lean against your locker
>"Miss Sparkle!"
>Ugh
"Not now, Trixie."
>"Did Miss Sparkle wish to walk with Trixie?"
"I said not now."
>She grabs you by the forearm
>You don't have it in you to push her off
>Whatever
>You let Trixie drag you along
>Jesus fucking Christ
>How far is this place
>Or does it just seem far because Trixie
>Won't
>Stop
>Talking
>"...And this is another character I drew. He can turn into a shadow, and comes from the seventh coil of—"
"Fascinating, Trixie."
>She's just been showing you drawings in her notebook
>For what seems like forever
>Admittedly, she's actually pretty good
>Has her own style
>But this is what happens when you're a no life sperg
>You chuckle to yourself and wonder if that's irony
>Anon thinks you're no different from this... thing
>This blue, magic obsessed, obnoxious ball of autism
>You're the purple recolor, huh?
>You sulk
>Of course, Trixie does not notice
>She just goes on and on and on and on...
>Your mind drifts to ways you could get out of this
>Sometimes a car passes by and you think about jumping in front of one
>Perhaps you thought about it too hard
>But you almost give yourself a scare thinking about it
>Sometimes you tell yourself that's the feeling of another you actually doing it, in some other universe
>"...and I've actually been working on a comic with my characters, and I put it on the internet, and my mom helps me with the website, and people actually follow it! And—"
"Wow Trixie, that's super cool."
>She smiles and pulls you in close to her in a sort of hug
>You groan
>Life isn't fair
>Blue Autist has bigger breasts than you, is actually curvy
>And she's fucking autistic
>Maybe her dad used a monkey's paw to have a 'beautiful daughter'
>And she is, you suppose
>But she's also a sperg who sometimes wears a fucking cape to school
>"Oh, Miss Sparkle! We are here!"
>She's jumping up and down
"Finally... Is Sunny inside?"
>"Oh, most probably! Come, let us go!"
>Trixie yanks on your arm, and you follow
>The air in the shop hits you the second you enter
>Colder than outside, which is good
>You hadn't realized it, but you were pooped from walking
>Fucking hot outside
>Fuck the sun
>But, the shop also had that hint of 'sweaty fat guy' to it
>You can smell the autism
>"Oh, hey Twilight! Been a while since I've seen you here."
"U-Uh, hey Mr. Dancer..."
>He turns to Trixie
>"My daughter and your other friend are waiting for you guys. Have fun!"
>"Thanks!"
>Trixie pulls you along
>Oh God
>Oh God
>You've stepped into a nightmare