Chapter 1: Contacts (part 2)
 
>Scott wasn't satisfied with his new toy
>All the data from his old phone had been transferred to his new one
>It took him a while but he pulled it through
>He tried to see as many of the phone's features before he put himself to sleep
>But his new phone did not include the additional contacts he thought he didn't lack
>Pinkie's words were making his mind itch intensely down to its core
>His bed could only do so much to keep the restlessness at bay
>Yet the words still echoed with a slight delay inside his head
>"You're in a real need for contacts"
>he didn't even have Norman in his contact list yet.
>The most despised of all Plebs
>and the only one guy that kind of listened to him despite Scott's severe criticism of his disco era fashion influences
>why would he want a hypocrite in his contact list?
>or anyone else for that matter?
>why would he even need that stupid pink parrot as a contact?
 
>His face subconsciously displayed a natural displeasure for the Pink-one's mockery.
>It stung severely on his pride
>The pink plebeian had no business putting doubts on his social skills
>There was only one solution to that issue
>Scott proceeded to thumb open the slide to "<3<3Pinkie Pie<3<3:);D:3's Contact Information."
>His finger hovered over the Delete button.
>Right before he made the last move, this 'Pinkie' sent a miraculous message that seemed to have been timed to counter Scott.
>The banner swiftly flashed at the top of the newly acquired device, and read:
"I hope you had fun today Scottie :) Just sending you a txt to say goodnight! Okay, here it goes;
Sleep tight and don't let the bugs bite you <3 Goodnight! ;D"
-Pinkie Pie
>He closed the Edit Contact slide and went directly to the messages to look at it with more attention.
>He read it carefully as he pondered how it stopped him at the right moment.
>It was a bit mind-boggling
"Thanks"
>An austere thank was his only reply
 
>He gazed at the screen with an awkward feeling.
>He was well aware he didn't have to answer, but he did it anyways.
>He then took a small glance at the clock on the top of the display, and read 11:48 PM on it
>The device was finally put to rest for the day.
>It was time to sleep
>Scott carefully placed it on the night table next to an awkwardly shaped lamp
>The light on the Skull Shaped lamp with glasses was shut dead, but his mind was set ablaze with worry.
>What was he so worried about?
>The Pink Pleb harassing him?
>His presumed lack of interpersonal relationships?
>Or just the fact that he replied when he thought he didn't want to?
>The last guess made him doubt even more than the second.
>Whichever it was, it was hijacking his sleep.
>His eyes were shut, but he wasn't sleeping.
>And now, weather he liked it or not, Pinkie had entered his life, and no matter how small or big of a role she played in it, Scott knew it was going to be one hell of a ride.
 
>Scott felt a squeaky voice yelling "hey!" from a distance
>The holler eventually grew near his face, completely disrupting his precious slumber.
>He noticed that he was wearing a green cap on a matching tunic and a pair of boots.
>It felt very much like Déjà Vu.
>The ungodly screams came from an annoying pink-colored-luminescent insect.
>"HEY, LISTEN!!"
>It was a punishing noise that repeated every quarter of a second.
>And every time sounded even louder that the previous.
>The "Heys" and "Listens" began to slowly transform into the sounds of an alarm.
>Scott became conscious of his hallucination, realizing it was nothing more than a lucid dream.
>with very little will to move or wake up, he reached out to snuff the demonic sounds
>His desire to regain his beloved sleep was the main incentive to shift and accomplish the task with success.
>He proceeded to comfortably bury himself in the sheets of his bed.
>And so he drifted once more into Morpheus's arms
>He took a deep breath and opened his eyes to the day
>The light of late morning slipped throughout the blinds of the bedroom's windows.
>His armed stretched once more to reach for his phone.
>He clicked on the sleep button to see the time.
>11:14 A.M. and 34 messages from <3<3Pinkie Pie<3<3:);D:3 on the display; the last message read "Don't worry Scottie, I'll save you!!"
"Jesus Fucking Christ"
 
>Scott was once again in the dilemma where he could not tell what was worse.
>The fact that he had overslept, or that the psychotic girl that followed him home had sent 34 messages, each containing 40 words or less; without him even replying.
>At the analysis of the situation, Scott had practically made his mind, and decided that the pink horror was far worse than a week's time in detention for tardiness.
>But he had to get going, regardless of weather there was or wasn't a Panko- Penku- Ponka, or whatever.
>Phone calls from school were not exactly Dad's cup of tea.
>The bed sheets went flying across the bed surface as he ran inside his closet.
>A hand full of clothes flew across the room and landed on top of the undone bed.
>Just as soon as his garments landed, Scott launched off like a rocket out the door.
>He dashed out of the closet and into the bathroom, which was across the hallway.
>The water on the shower was turned on.
>But the water still needed to warm up and it usually took 10 to 12 minutes to do so.
>Scott was getting more and more anxious with every second
>And much more late to school than usual.
>Now he had to make the most of the time he had left, if he still had any.
 
>He picked up his phone from the lamp table and jogged back into the bathroom.
>It might as well take a bit of pressure off his back while he took of his night-time clothes.
>Now with a bit less of focus on his task, Scott began to skim through the text messages.
>The second most recent text read;
>"Where are you?! we're in 3 period already! Are you sure you're okay! I know you don't want to reply, but what if something happened to you? What if you were kidnapped on your way to school! or what if...
>His attention was cut short half way through the wall of letters of the idiotic message.
>He looked at the other ones as well.
>It seemed as if she was having a conversation with herself rather than with Scott.
"heh, 'I'll wait for you in front of the Equine Statue.' "
>Read one of the earliest messages
"Sure..."
>The sound of the 'sure' he let out ringed with a heavy tone of sarcasm
>And just as he decided to carry on, his journey to the bathroom concluded with his shirt half way his neck and him halfway down the hall.
>The sound of the front door opening made his mind rush like a bullet train.
>Who else would dare come into someone's house that way, but the pink devil.
"Okay, whatever the fuck you're doing, its getting a bit out of hand. You need to get out here, Princess"
 
>He had jumped into conclusions and thought of the worst.
>a tall dark-blue haired figure of resemblant skin color to his, stood in front of him, instead of the expected goofy-smiled-pink-headed girl.
>"I think the only one who's got to get out of here, is you Scottie"
>Scott just sighed in resignation, venting out his shame, avoiding eye contact with the man
"Morning, Bill"
 
End of Chapter 1 part 2