Prompt
>>"So Anon, I heard you like bad girls..."
 
>You look up from your computer screen and see… that.
>Twilight done up like a combination of a cheesy 70’s porno school girl with a bad case of David Bowie hair.
>To say you were impressed with how out of the blue this was would be an understatement.
>She looks around uncomfortably as you just stare silently at her.
“…Really?”
>”Yep!”
>More awkward silence as the rest of the computer lab taps away at their keyboards.
“So what does bad Twi do, exactly?”
>Her expression is kinda giddy as she pulls a chair out and sits next to you.
>”Well for one, instead of doing work, I’m over here talking to you, my hair’s all… punk-ish, and my clothes violate dress code!”
>Well.
>These things are true.
“Seems more delinquent-like than ‘bad’.”
>”Nuh-uh!”
>She reaches into her backpack and pulls out a binder decorated with stickers and really, really, painfully adorable attempts at graffiti.
>”See? I defaced my note-binder with vulgarities and scary stickers! I’m a bad girl!”
>She points to a sticker of a skull and cross-bones with cat ears and a bow.
>Then to a cursively written ‘Down with disagreeable establishments’ graffiti bit on her binder.
>God damn, this is cute.
>Twilight’s beaming at you as she holds the binder.
>”See?”
“Wow, you have all the makings of a bully from ‘Saved by the Bell,’ so you going to steal my lunch money and call me a nerd?”
>Twilight recoils looking at you as if you’ve gone mad.
>”Wh-who would—? Why w-would I—? I’m not a monster, Anon!”
 
>It was at this moment Pinkie was standing over the two of you.
>”What’cha guys talking about?”
>Both of you look at the pink haired girl.
“Twilight’s is trying to be a bully.”
>”This for a friendship report?”
>”Yes.”
>You and Pinkie look at each other before nodding.
>”Twilight, you want a tip?”
>Twilight nods excitedly.
>”Watch.”
>Pinkie places her boot on the main power cord.
>You and Twilight stare at the cord for a moment before you look back to your computer.
“Well that was pointless. Twi, I’m gonna share with you some sagely wisdom about bullying…”
 
>Be Twizizzle Sparkizzle
>Sweet mother of Celestia, how was Pinkie doing that?
>The electrical cable was swelling, like a blocked hose building up.
>”Now you gotta look flossy, you’re gonna need this kinda shit…” Anon spoke, apparently not seeing the blatant violation of physics.
>You look up at Pinkie, who waves at you while smiling.
>Your eye twitches.
>”Now here’s another important thing, you gotta be tough, intimidating, and most importantly a Cunt of Cunts.”
“Anon…”
>”Now, since you’ve got the physical prowess of a middle schooler, you’re gonna need to rely on your brains. Which you’ve got… an acceptable amount.”
“Anon…”
>”Now, your morality is going to be a bit of a problem. You feel empathy. Which’ll get in the way.”
“Anon!”
>Anonymous glares at you before getting in the way.
>You quickly look back at the cord, the color draining from your face.
>It looked like a turgid beach ball had been stuffed into the cord.
>As to how an electrical cord could become as veiny as it had was baffling.
 
“ANON!”
>”Interrupt me again, Spergle! See what happens!”
>It was at that moment that Pinkie lifted her boot off of the cord.
>The electrical backup(?) rushes down the line and up into the computer that Anon was sitting at.
>He turns his head as his computer sparks.
 
POP!
POP!
PAP!
 
>The computer shimmered and Anon whispered something as his eyes went wide.
>”… Woah nelly…”
 
KA-BLAMZO!
 
>Anon went flying into the wall behind as the computer erupted into shrapnel and fire.
>You were knocked back by the shockwave, dazed and seeing stars.
 
>”THAT WAS FOR NOT INVITING ME TO YOUR BIRTHDAY!"
 
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>Still be Twiggity Spiggity
>You decided too walk Anon to the nurse’s office.
>He insisted he was fine, but he did get blasted into a wall soooo…
>”I’m telling you, I’ fine.”
“You were blown away 6 feet and slammed into a wall with enough force to leave a crater in it.”
>”I’M FINE. Besides, I can’t teach you proper bullying methods if the nurse puts me under.”
“She won’t put you under.”
>”Whatever, still need to work on your bullying skills.”
>You roll your eyes, “Alright, lets hear it.”
>”Well for one, bullies don’t take their victims to the nurse’s office.”
“But if you hurt someone, shouldn’t you—?”
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