Title:           The Adventures of /r9k/ Twilight: Part the Second
Author:          EqGWritefag
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First Edit:      Friday 24th of July 2015 12:08:58 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 28th of August 2015 03:52:07 PM CDT

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Part 1: http://pastebin.com/D9Hdz4WD
 
>Stress begins to lurch through your body, almost as if it could wrap itself around your chest, constricting you
>Discord?
>Fuck, you...
>Seeing another person die, running some fucking errand
>You just want to get away from all this shit, all of HIS shit
>That's not a possibility, though
>You don't have any power here
>Better reply to him
"[Do you have another job for me?]"
>"[Work, work... Is that all I'm good for? You can visit for fun, you know.]"
>You frown
>So he just... Wants to hang out?
>It's never that simple...
"[So you want me to meet you, then?]"
>"[Just a suggestion. I have something FUN planned for the three of us.]"
>Three of—
>Ugh
>Well, this is one of those suggestions that are more of a demand
>Not going could end badly
"[When?]"
>"[As soon as possible :) ]"
>You put your phone down and lean back in your chair, rubbing at your face
>Can't keep doing this shit
>Need to find a way to get away from Discord, but that just doesn't seem possible right now
>For now, just focus on the task ahead
>Which could be fucking anything once you get to that stupid pizza arcade
>You sniff yourself
>Haven't showered in fucking days, or even changed your clothes
>As soon as possible...
>There's no time to do anything but leave
>You grab a snack to eat on the way and head downstairs
>"Twilight?"
"Dad, not now."
>You continue to walk past your father, who is sitting down at the table drinking his morning coffee
>"Twilight, why are you brushing me off again? Staying in your room all day?"
>You stop and sigh
"I'm going out now, arent' I?"
>"But—"
"I'm sorry, something happened, and... Look, I'm just dealing with stuff. Don't worry about me. I'm fine."
>You leave without listening to his reply
>Getting sucked into a conversation when Discord is waiting for you wouldn't be a good thing
>Sometimes you really wish you could drive...
>As you walk, you can't help but begin to think about everything that's happened
>Some of the good stuff
>The slumber party; the way it felt to fit in somewhere, if only just a little
>Trixie and Sunset and Rainbow and Treehugger, your Dad, the people who've been good to you
>Some of those people more pleb than others (looking at you, Screamo Dash)
>But it just seems outweighed and petty in comparison to all the negatives
>Still a fucking nothing of a loser who belongs online more than they do in reality
>Sunny... Just thinking about what she's doing, what could happen to her, hurts
>How every slight mistake you make just brings back memories from middle school, which bring back memories from elementary
>The things you've seen, the fact you can't do anything but watch all this happen around you
>A plaything for a bored psychopath is what you are
>You're a fucking doll...
>This is why you hate walking
>Or anything other than shitposting
>You can stop thinking about all this shit when you're shitposting
>Continuing to ruminate, you make your way to Discord's Pizza N Play
>You make your way inside, that telltale smell of bad pizza hanging in the air, and make your way to the door in the back
>Fuck, you don't know the fucking knock password thing for this
"[How do I get in?]"
>You wait, getting no reply
>Well, what the fuck are you supp—
>The door creaks open, Fluttershy poking her head out, clearly not happy to see you
>She pushes it open for you and waves you in
>What the fuck is she wearing?
>Extremely short shorts
>Flame pattern bra
>Scarf
>Leggings
>Skull hairpin
>Wait, why is she fucking Yoko
"Is that... Cosplay?"
>Fluttershy scowls at you
>"We're going to some anime convention."
"W-What?"
>Fluttershy snaps at your confusion, stomping on the ground with a snarl
>"Just shut up and follow me, okay?"
"Fine, fine..."
>Why would...
>Discord hates retards, right?
>You know, the kind of people who fucking go to anime conventions
>How could he stand to be around a bunch of smelly pleb autist sperlorgs poorly dressed as their favorite fictional characters?
>Maybe, at one point in your life, you thought it would be cool, but you never actually DID IT
>You follow Fluttershy, who, despite being a total psycho and cunt, definitely works really well as Yoko...
>She pushes open the door to Discord's room and...
>"There's my Simon!"
>Discord's standing in front of a fan, cape billowing, classic Kamina glasses on his face, in a high-end cosplay get up, holding a katana...
>Wait...
"What do you mean 'there's my Simon'?"
>Discord chuckles
>"I found something useful for your boyish body, Twilight. I have your outfit all ready to go. Then we can head out to Canter Con!"
>You grimace
"Discord, that place is a cesspool of degeneracy and autism."
>The words just come out of your mouth, and you immediately regret it
>Instead of becoming angry, he just chuckles more
>"Oh, I know! That's why we're going! And don't call me Discord. You should be saying 'Aniki' when referring to me. Now go get your outfit on."
>Discord nods his head towards his couch, and you see clothes hanging over it
>Man, this shit is so fucked up
>It's Discord, so that's how it always is, but you have to fucking be early Simon the Driller?
>Not wanting to keep Discord—'Aniki'—waiting, you head over to the clothes
>There's even a core drill necklace, and it is very, very nice
>Well... If you're going to head into a den of autists, at least you're going to look spiffy
>Even if you're fucking cosplaying a dude...
"Uh, where do I put this on?"
>"There's a bathroom over there."
>You take the pile of clothes and head into the bathroom
>Very well kept and pristine, surprisingly
>Or not
>Not sure what's surprising to you anymore with this guy
>Well, here it goes...
>These goggles seem really nice
>Core drill necklace is great
>Shorts, bandages, shoes, shirt
>It's missing the part of Kamina's cape that Simon wraps around his—
>Oh, never mind, guess you're the canonically shittiest version of Simon, basically
>At least Discord has attention to detail with his cosplay, you suppose, even though that's pretty fucking autistic
>You look in the mirror and realize you don't have an undershirt
>And of course you don't have a bra because you don't have need for them
>Can't be walking around like that...
>You're flat as fuck, but you're still a girl, even if you're cosplaying a dude
>Walking around a pit of horny autists with your chest essentially exposed?
>Not sure even Discord could—
>Your hands in the pockets of the shirt, you find some body tape
>Guess Discord thinks ahead...
>You fasten the shirt to your chest
>This really isn't good enough, but Discord's probably autistic enough to care about what is and isn't 'character accurate' or some shit
>Looking yourself over in the mirror again, you hope you don't pull off the reverse trap thing very well
>At the very least, you're going to be in a public place, so this really just... Be a day out in a terrible place filled with terrible people
>You exit
>"Team Gurren's all here!"
>You fidget with your costume
"I... This still doesn't seem like something you'd do, Dis—"
>He shakes his head
>Ugh...
"Aniki..."
>Hopefully you don't see anyone you know there
>"If you must know, I'm delivering a keynote at the convention. It'll be fun, but I don't expect you to attend."
>Jesus fucking Christ
>You spot Fluttershy off to the side toting a large sniper rifle
>Not a real one, you hope
"Well... When are we leaving?"
>"Now!" Discord says with fervor
>Fuck
>Canter Con, here you come...
>Discord drives you and Fluttershy out to the convention center
>In a car with a fucking Team Dai Gurren paintjob
>It's a cringe thing to think, but you hope he's just so flippant with cash he just had the thing bought and done over within the last week
>Otherwise, he's had a car sporting anime all over it for more than a fucking week, which is just...
>The closer you get the convention, the less okay you get
>Sweating, shivering, fucking nerves... They're autists, but a large group of any kind of people fucks with you, especially when you're in fucking Simon the Driller cosplay
>"Something wrong, Simon?"
>Jesus Christ
"I'm just nervous."
>"Don't be."
>He grins and chuckles
>"I believe in you!"
>Fuck
>You're going to get the whole fucking spiel at some point, aren't you?
>Fluttershy grunts
>"Don't be such a fucking pussy, Twilight. Are you seriously nervous over this?"
"A-Aren't you supposed to be the shy one, anyways! It's in your name for fuck's sake!"
>Discord holds his hand up between the two of you
>"Please, girls... It's fine. Fluttershy shouldn't be nervous. That wouldn't be in character! And Twilight, you should be nervous. And then I'll be there to give you the obligatory pep talk and boost your spirits ever twenty or so minutes."
>You and Fluttershy both shrug
>This is going to be fucking horrible
>For the rest of the ride, you fidget with the core drill around your neck as Discord blasts music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNQvLECht08
>Eventually, you pull into a packed lot
>Wouldn't think there'd be anywhere to park, but apparently Discord had that taken care of
>Looking out your window, there's autists as far as the eye can see
>This is what you get for living in the fucking capital city with shit tons of people in it, while shit tons of people from all over also come for this shit
>Canter Con is the single largest degenerate sperg gathering you can think of
>Fuck this is going to be awful
>Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
>"Well, let's roll!"
>You timidly follow after Discord and Fluttershy
>They're both strutting around, their weapons over their shoulders, while you waddle around holding onto your necklace
>People all over
>The smell of autism is already hitting you dead in the face as you make your way into the grand hall
>Spergs are fucking EVERYWHERE, bustling all around, most in shitty cosplay
>Some are running around spouting the lines from whatever franchise they're from
>Costumes made from fucking cardboard, worn by living pustules of cringe
>And every single one of those morbidly obese girls dressed up as hot characters makes your fucking blood boil
>As your group walks by, people sometimes stop and stare, and some even take pictures
>Your cosplay IS miles above everything else here, but... Still cringe as fuck
>You're shaking like shit, there's just way too many people
>Some fat guy in... Ugh... In a fucking Satsuki Kiryuin cosplay runs up to Discord
>"DUDE! That's an amazing cosplay!"
>Discord tugs on the collar of his cape
>"Thank you, I made it my—"
>"I haven't seen a Mikisugi cosplay that cool before!"
>You see Discord's fist clench his katana handle tighter
>Fucking spergs who don't know anything outside of their fucking favorite anime
>Especially the fucking cross dressers
>You might be a fucking smelly cross dresser right now, but still, you don't mistake characters from one series for ones from another!
>Discord clears his throat
>"Just who the hell do you think I am?"
>"Like I said, man, that's a cool Mikisugi outfit!"
>Discord's face falls flat, his knuckles whitening from the tension of squeezing his blade
>"Well, thank you. But I must be going."
>"Can I have a picture with—"
>Discord pushes past the sweaty, neckbearded Satsuki
>You rush up to his side
"Dis—"
>"Tut tut."
>Fine
"Aniki, why would you come here if you hate these people as much as I do?"
>"There is still some fun to be had here. Fluttershy come and play a game every year, and now you're going to join in on the fun!"
>You frown
"And what game would that be?"
>"Well, we go people watching, and at the end of the day, we report back on who disgusted us the most. It's a bit of a hunt."
>You laugh
>That sounds easy
>And really, not fun at all
>Being surrounded by these... Things... Just to find out which one is the WORST?
>That's fucking torture
>Fluttershy just stands by in a classic Yoko pose, rifle running across her back
>You didn't take her for much of an anime person, or any sort of nerd shit person
>Maybe Discord forces his autism on her like Trixie has to you in the past
>You turn slowly in a circle, letting your eyes soak up the horror that is Canter Con
>Mobile blobules everywhere in terrible cosplay so disgusting you're almost as mad as you are nervous
>And this is just the entrance area!
>There's room upon room in this fucking place, there's fucking panels, hell, Discord apparently has a fucking panel for some god damned reason
>People will have their own little sections to congregate in in terrible groups, both from clubs in the city and groups from out of the city
>Finding Sperg Prime is going to be a difficult task, and one you don't want to undertake
>Finally, you finish your circle, once again facing Discord as he strikes a distinctive crossed-arm Kamina pose
>"Well?"
"I mean, I guess I can do that..."
>He pats you on the shoulder and laughs
>"Okay! Let's split up, then, and see who gets the worst catch at day's end!"
"Woo..."
>Discord hops in the air and begins to rush off like a fucking autist
>A fucking autist, man
>Fluttershy slowly walks past you
>"Good hunting, Twilight..."
>Why does that sound ominous?
>Fluttershy disappears into the crowd, many she passes by gawking luridly at her
>Well, fuck
>You're now alone in a sea of people
>If you're shit at parties, then what now?!
>Just be cool, Twilight
>Time to hunt
>You begin to talk through the huge convention area, trying your best not to brush up against anyone else
>The odor in the air is absolutely horrendous, and conjures up the image of sweaty fat rolls that haven't been washed in so long they begin to invite moss or even dead animals
>Have these people never heard of a fucking shower?
>Like, yeah, maybe you're not the most hygienic person here, either, but... Still, you know? It's disgusting
>And fuck, this place is HUGE
>Looking up, you can see that this place has multiple floors, elevators all over the place, and even up near the top floors you can still see wandering autists
>And around where you are, there's just constantly flowing river of the things
>Autists lining up to play arcade cabinets that line the halls
>Autists in booths, selling spergerous shit to other autists
>Autists lying in huge puddles to get their horrid pictures taken
>Autists in the rooms you pass, some just hanging out, some with panels for...
>Woah, those are the voice actors for Kill la Kill!
>Maybe you should—
>Don't be a fucking faggot, Twilight
>You're not here to end up finding the biggest sperg on the hunt was yourself or some shit
>There's a sudden flash and you blink hard, covering your eyes
>"That's an awesome Simon cosplay, man!"
>You reopen your eyes to find some slubby chubster dude in a white, collared shirt with a red tie standing in front of you with a cellphone
>If it wasn't for the shoddy "Death Note" in his other hand, you wouldn't really be able to tell who he was supposed to be
"U-Uh, thanks..."
>The Light Yagami cosplayer raises his eyebrows
>"Wait, you're a girl?"
>You scowl
>Maybe your body shape isn't feminine at all, and maybe you're walking around without a shirt, but you don't look like a fucking dude
"Obviously!"
>"That's so k—"
>You brace yourself
>If you're going to be here, you're going to hear this word a lot...
>"—awaii!"
>You try not to vomit, and realize that, at the very least, you have a candidate for Sperg Prime
"Right."
>This Light Yagami, who clearly ate a few too many fucking potato chips, takes a step towards you
>"So, uh, come here often? I'm a bit of a Canter Con veteran myself."
"Fascinating. No, I don't usually come to these sorts of things."
>You crinkle your nose as he enters your fucking personal space, the air you're breathing becomes slightly more rancid
>Why the fuck don't autists understand when people don't want to talk to their smelly, spergy selves?
>As he sweats, it only makes the air more unbreathable
>"I'm Schooner. What's your name?"
>You back away
"Twilight Sparkle... Can you just leave me alone?"
>"Oh, sorry... I just thought we could t-talk, or something? You seem really cool, and p-pr—
>You groan, feeling what seems to be a physical disgust wash over your body
>Is this guy serious?
"Why don't you go gravitate towards another lardball and leave me alone?"
>"Th-That's kind of rude..."
"You're kind of overweight."
>Seems like you struck a chord
>Whatever, you want minimal contact with these shits
>As you walk around the Light cosplayer, he opens his Death Note and begins to fucking write in it
>You turn to face him, a deadpan look on your face, almost amazed at the autism you're experiencing
"Go kill yourself, my man."
>"IT WILL BE YOU WHO WILL BE—"
>Yeah, you're not listening to more sperg speeches
>Moondancer's have been enough for you
>Keep this guy in mind for later if you don't find anything worse, though
>Canter Con, here for a few minutes and already great fun...
>You wander around the packed convention for a while, not entirely sure of what you should be doing
>Actively searching for a sperg?
>After the last encounter with one, you're not so sure you'd enjoy that
>Plus... What are you supposed to do?
>Just start talking to people you don't know?
>The thought alone gets you to sweat, it's just not a possibility
>As you wander around, you're hit by strong sperg fumes every once in a while
>Can't fucking believe these fatasses walk around with no deodorant and probably without having showered in fucking days
>In your case, you didn't know you'd be here, but if you did, maybe you would've showered!
>You lower your head slightly as you walk to sniff yourself
>Eh, you don't smell THAT bad
>Most people who spent a whole school week doing nothing but browsing /r9k/... And /d/... Would probably be a lot worse off!
>Nothing like these disgusting fucks
>You try to ignore the autists that comment on your Simon cosplay as you pass by them
>An obese Misty passes by you, rubbing their grease-slick body against you, and you grimace
>Fuck this place, man
>And why are the hallways so fucking packed?
>Whole fucking place is packed, and people are just standing around in fucking lines for stupid panels
>You peek into one of the panels, which seems to be an auditorium, and see... Shit, is that Team Four Star?!
>How fucking lame, maybe you used to like that kind of shit before, but you grew out of your autism, unlike everyone else here...
>You walk by a lot more people, and a lot more rooms for panels
>Every once in a while, you spot some people in legitimately "awesome" cosplays, but, they probably spent a ton of time on them, which is pretty gay
>Your cosplay might be good, but you didn't—
>"Twilight?"
>You turn around
"Lyra?"
>Jesus fucking fuck, you were hoping not to see anyone you knew here
>Of COURSE Lyra would be here, too
>She's got an elaborate cosplay going on, steampunk corset thing that excentuates her bust, goggles on her head, the word "Vi" 'tattooed' under one eye, and a pair of large, papier-mache gloves
>You know a LoL character when you see one, from back when you were lame enough to actually try that stupid MOBA shit out
>Actually got very good at it after a good number of months, but ASSFAGGOTS are for autists
>Next to Lyra is a girl you remember from Pinkie's party, with the pink and blue hair, creamy skin, and she doesn't look incredibly thrilled to be here either
>Also has a steampunk vibe to her, corset, top hat, shitty sniper rifle, so she's Caitlyn, you suppose
>Knowing this doesn't say anything about you
>Lyra gawks at you, up and down, smiling
>"Dude, that Simon cosplay is so awesome! Really went all the way with it, huh?"
>Her eyes linger on what would be your cleavage, if you had any breasts, for a little too long
"Um... Thanks..."
>"Dude, did you see Fluttershy? I saw her walking around earlier. Can't believe she's even into this stuff, but man is her Yoko HOT!"
>The girl next to Lyra rolls her eyes and exhales, looking generally unhappy
"Um, yeah... I guess so..."
>Lyra puts a hand on your shoulder
>Huh, that's a pretty well-made glove, even has articulation and shit
>"Dude, you should totally come to our panel! CHS' Anime Club's been doing a panel here for a while, and since you've never come, it would be fun to see you there! I mean, it's not really much of a panel, just an excuse to party in a big room for an hour, but still!"
>The thought of being locked in a room of frothing autists for a whole fucking hour causes you to freeze on the spot
"I-I-I d-don't know..."
>Lyra laughs
>"C'mon, Twilight! It's been forever since you've come to Anime Club!"
>She pats you on the shoulder, puts an arm around you, and the long walk to imprisonment begins
>Just take a deep breath, Twilight
>Be cool and you can make it through this
>As you breath, you notice that you're not noticing any sort of smell...
>Fuck, do they know that you haven't bathed in fucking forever?
>Fuck fuck fuck, yeah, not as bad as the hamplanets around, but fuck, shit
>When they mention it it's going to be spaghetti as fuck, god damn it
>The walking goes on for a bit and you look from side to side, at Lyra and her friend, but no one says anything about it
>Okay, this is okay...
>Lyra begins to make an autistic version of small talk with you as the three of you head to whatever godforsaken place it is you're going
>At the very least, you'll have a lot of spergs to choose from for Sperg Prime
>"So, you like Gurren Lagann? That's a really great cosplay!"
"Um... Yeah, but..."
>Like a lot of things, it was incredibly cool at the time, but looking back, it's a bit cringe
>Stupid 'power of friendship' and 'believe in yourself :^)' nonsense meant to appeal to manchildren by throwing explosions at them
>"But what? Gurren is so great, man! You look just like Simon, it's crazy. And that core drill—"
>Lyra holds the drill on your necklace gently with her large gloves
>"—haven't seen one this good. They're usually papier-mache. This must've been crazy expensive!"
"I-I guess..."
>You look to your other side
>The Caitlyn cosplayer, Lyra's friend, doesn't speak much, does she? Looks so fucking dour
>People brush up against the three of you as you walk, still smelling as shit as ever, and you notice that the three of you, with your relatively good cosplays, seem to be getting some attention
>Probably mostly Lyra, showing herself off
"So... How did you get a cosplay like that?"
>Lyra chuckles
>"Don't tell anybody this, but the Anime Club treasury might be a bit dry now because, you know, getting a panel is just SO expensive."
>She winks at you
>Gotta admit, taking a bunch of money from autists for you own shit sounds hilarious
>The girl next to you shrugs
>"Club funding shouldn't be used on your flights of fancy, Lyra."
>"Oh, you're the one who helped me make this outfit! C'mon Bon Bon, you know it's totally worth it. Just look at me! Kakkoi as fuck!"
>Bon Bon rolls her eyes again, muttering as she hefts her rifle over her shoulders
>Lyra reminds you of Rainbow Dash a bit, though if she were more autistic, and almost assuredly with a better taste in music (you don't know this for sure, but you're willing to bet)
>"So, Twilight, why'd you stop coming to Anime Club, anyways?"
>You shrug
>That shit was, like, a year ago, and you only went a few times to boot!
>Being exposed to literal fucking weaboos, a whole group of them, well, that's when you swore off anime (mostly)
>But you can't just SAY that
>Fatass McLardface was a different ballgame; Lyra's President Sperg, but this is different
>You actually know her, so just telling her off could be bad
>Just make something up...
"I-I was just focusing on school stuff, I guess..."
>"That sucks. Anime's WAY better than school. You know, I've been lobbying for them to use anime in some of the classes, but I haven't gotten far on that. School's full of baka gaijins."
>Jesus Christ
>"You should totally start coming to Anime Club, man. We have parties all the time, watch tons of anime, learn about superior cultures... It's pretty awesome."
"Yeah..."
>You shudder as you remember how your younger self used to try and find a way to connect your bloodline to the home of anime
>Lyra and Bon Bon walk you into a somewhat large room, some food and punch set up in the back, a screen up front, and plenty of chairs, mostly filled with autists
>The two girls next to you are definitely not representative of the rest of the club of mostly fat-to-obese kids in shit cosplay
>Immediately, you're filled with disgust
>"Ta da! Here we are. Shit's gonna be fun, man!"
"R-Right..."
>The door to the room closes, and immediately the shadow of dread creeps over you
>Lyra waves goodbye and runs to the front of the room, presumably to set things up
>Bon Bon follows after her
>You look through the room, dozens of spergs throughout, and the humidity and smell of the room finally hits you
>Yeah, these are the people who made you quit Anime Club, and in general
>In one group, you see a bunch of girls, about your age, snacking on Pocky, holding fucking paddles, yapping about how much Naruto and Sasuke should've fucked and how great it would've been if they fell in love
>Almost all of them in that group are dressed up as Naruto characters
>Sakura, Temari, Ino (best girl in the show, fattest one here), Hinata...
>The fucking plebs
>They're just way too fat to play anything but female Chojis
>Seriously, who even fucking watches Naruto anymore?
>Especially now that the series is over, why would you admit to having ever liked such shit?
>You try to choke back the vomit as you scan the rest of the room
>Some guys dressed as Gurren characters, and you even see a Simon in there
>Fucking losers, what shitty cosplays, it's almost pathetic how much better you look than they do
>And then there's even that one guy just sitting by himself
>That is, if you count someone sitting with a dakimakura of fucking Miku Hatsune as 'by themselves'
>Talking to Lyra a bit, she seems cool, and you definitely owe her for saving you from total embarrassment at the party
>Her friend doesn't seem to be an unholy autist either
>So they're fine
>But the rest of the people here?
>How could anyone want to be around these fucking subhuman fucks?
>The lights in the room dim slightly, Lyra walking out to the front with a mic, looking hyper
>You grab a cup of punch and just stand in a back corner, alone, trying to stay far away from all this autism
>"Hey guys! So, thanks to all of you who were able to make it to Canter Con this year!"
>Lyra take a beat to let the audience whoop for a few seconds
>"And at the last meeting, all you guys decided we'd play some Kill la Kill, which is an awesome choice!"
>'Awesome' is a big word for something that's just a Gurren ripoff, even if it was 'fun' or whatever
>You shrug as the whooping continues, and take a sip of your punch
>Doesn't taste so great, but what can you expect from a fucking Autism Convention?
>"Anyways, we've got this room for an hour, so let's party! And I want to see all of you at the rave tonight, okay? Okay!"
>Oh boy, a fucking Anime Club party...
>You think back to the Pinkie party, and the horrible, horrible sights you'd beheld of these very same people...
>Fuck
>Well, at least this is a public place and won't devolve into such things
>Kill la Kill begins playing at the front of the room, though no one seems to be paying attention to it
>Instead, people get up, walk around, eat, drink, chat...
>Jesus, this is hardly any different from a normie shindig
>You lean back in the corner and continue sipping on your drink, gazing disdainfully at the spergs having their 'fun'
>Minutes pass by and you hear all sorts of talk on new animes, old animes, how Hollywood is ruining anime, 'idols', etc
>No one comes up to you, but they're probably intimidated by your great Simon cosplay or something, right?
>At least you're not the only one alone, that fag with the dakimakura is probably—
>You spot him chatting up some people
>Well, whatever...
>Autists hardly count as people anyways!
>You cross your arms and finish off your drink, heading for a new one at the punch table
>Pouring yourself a drink, you hear Lyra calling your name behind you
>You turn
"U-Uh, yeah?"
>"Twilight, come talk with us. You've just been standing in the corner."
>You timidly make your way to Lyra, Bon Bon, and a few others
>"Think we couldn't see you or what? Not invisible, man."
"Y-Yeah..."
>You turn your head down, but she pats you on the back
>Bon Bon smiles slightly at you
>"How long did it take to put that together?"
>You gulp
>Every time someone's mentioned your costume you've realized that you're a bit 'exposed', and you blush
"U-Uh... A, um, a friend made it for me, so..."
>She nods
>"I know how it is to be the friend making cosplays for other people. They did a good job. I'm sure you appreciate it more than this one does..."
>Bon Bon glares at Lyra, who simply chuckles
>"Bon Bon, you know I appreciate you."
>She wiggles her eyebrows up and down, eliciting a shrug and crossed arms from Bon Bon
>You sip from your punch cup, feeling somewhat awkward right now
>Not sure what's going on, but it seems off
>Lyra turns back to you and begins talking about, what else, anime
>Seems like that's all these fucking people care about
>Yeah, maybe this is an anime club, at a convention, so it's to be expected, but still
>You mostly keep to yourself as they talk
>The only solace is that Lyra's anime conversations aren't as cringy as some of the others that you've overheard, and she seems to actually know shit about what she's talking about
>Continuing to sip on your punch, as everyone else seems to be doing, you begin to feel a lot more relaxed
>You're skin feels a bit flushed as well
>This isn't so bad, is it?
>And all these autists, well, they're just doing something they like, and honestly, how much better are you if you're—
>You remember feeling like this before...
"Lyra..."
>Lyra turns to you, smiling
>"Yeah, Twilight?"
"Is there anything in this?"
>She winks at you
>"No, but things might start getting freaky!"
>Your heart begins to pace in your chest, and you feel positively... Positive, warm, like you just need to take a nice, deep breath
>Maybe you're even a little turned on and—
>FUCK
"I-I think I should go..."
>"What? We've still got like forty-five minutes left! Party, man!"
>Turning around, you put down your punch on the table and begin to try and leave before you see anyone naked
>Got to get out of here
>Walk around the, oh fuck, the undressing mass of spergs
>Your senses are starting to heighten, things are starting to feel good...
>Fuck, mind over fucking matter, Twilight!
>This shit will only get worse, probably last all fucking night
>FUCKING PUNCH
>NEVER AGAIN
>DRANK TWO FUCKING CUPS OF THIS SHIT
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nvp4kzUoww
>The music in the room begins to feel fuller in your ears=
>Someone grabs you by the wrist, the sensation of touch rippling through you, causing a tingle in the back of your neck
>"Twilight, come on, this'll be fun!"
"S-S-Sorry, but no!"
>Lyra frowns, the touch of her hand on your arm sending a buzz through you
>Don't fall for it!
>Mind. Over. Matter
>Maybe your complete and utter contempt for everyone in this hellhole will keep you from being a total creep once you get outside
>"Please stay?"
"S-Sorry! You're not so bad, but the rest should be sent to the ovens."
>"W-What?"
>You rip your hand out of Lyra's grasp
>Run!
>Run while you're still in total control of your inhibitions
>Don't lose your fucking way
>Keep those hate levels up
>You make a mad dash to the door and fling it open, trying to ignore the sperg mating call you hear behind you
>Charging into the flurry of cosplayers before you, you leave the anime club to their own mind-boggling devices
>Fuck that place
>Heart rate seems to be rising, you're sweating, and your worldview is becoming less misanthropic...
>This is totally not good
>You run down the hallways, and spot a large group of greasy neckbeards exiting a room labeled "Panel on the Intersectionality of Anime and MtG"
>Absolutely, absolutely terrible!
>Wait... Fuck, you recognize some of these people
>It's the fucking Reddit Brigade from the shop
>"Miss Sparkle! What a wonderful costume!"
>You're blind-sided by Trixie, who tackles you into a hug
>Staggered and nearly falling to the ground, you find yourself pushed up against a wall by Trixie
>Life isn't a fucking anime, don't tackle people like that, fuck
>Trixie has a white wizard's cap on, with a red cape, and a revealing white robe with blue leggings
>Seems like that Shiny Chariot character from Little Witch Academia
>You feel the urge to return the hug, but this already feels very nice, bodies pressed up against—
>"W-What's wrong?"
>You push Trixie away from you
"Trixie, I've been drugged and I'm starting to enjoy myself!"
>She cocks her head to the side in that same cute sperg manner she always does
>Man, this place is just filled with people trying to enjoy themselves
>Autism, maybe, but you don't hate Trixie
>You don't hate the ones you know
>They're all just people in the end, aren't—
>You shake your head, rubbing at your face
>Breathing's getting heavy
>The people here are objectively the worst humanity has to offer, keep your head on!
>"Miss Sparkle, what's wrong? You're acting weird."
>Her cosplay's really nice
>Trixie approaches you and takes your hand in hers, sending a shiver down your spine
>You sigh and smile
>Is it getting hot in here?
>"Miss Sparkle, Trixie's friends invited her here. Would you like to hang out with us?"
"S-Sure..."
>Trixie strings you along behind her, your chest beginning to feel some sort of fullness to it
"You know Trixie, I was always jealous of how pretty you are."
>Doesn't seem like she heard you
>Looking around, you realize that, maybe the cosplays are shitty, but these people put a lot of love into—
>No, stop!
>Trixie stops in front of a large grouping of people, off to the side of one of the larger halls
>"Do you remember Miss Sparkle?"
>The fucking Redditors
>None look happy to see you
>And there's fucking Cheeto Dust, or whatever the fuck he's named, dressed as fucking NIA from Gurren, his fat, hairy legs exposed
>Almost enough to make you vomit on the spot
>Exactly what the doctor ordered!
>They all look very uncomfortable, all in their terrible assortment of shitty costumes
>Obligatory Naruto characters
>Obligatory Bleach characters
>And, oh fuck, there's one guy dressed up as Pepe
>If only murder were legal!
>Let the hate fucking flow through you
>Only person worth shit here is Trixie, her hand still gripping yours
>You rub your thumb along her palm and, man, palm skin feels pretty good against thumb skin
>Cheeto walks up to you and Trixie, frowning
>"If you really have to, Trixie, I guess it's okay..."
>He turns to you
>"Nice Simon. Really nice, actually."
"Th-Thanks. I like my cosplay too. Despite being fat, the actual cosplay you are wearing itself is very nice."
>Wait
"Also, go fuck yourself."
>Cheeto throws his hands up in the air, and Trixie turns to you
>"M-Miss Sparkle, why are you being like this?!"
"Trixie, you don't understand! If I don't force myself to be mean, I'll have no choice to be nice!"
>Everyone there looks at you like you're fucking crazy
>Maybe this reservation you have over giving these autists a chance isn't healthy
>Your skin begins to redden, and you notice you're sweating a lot more
>Things are even starting to become a bit blurry
>These people can't be that bad can they?
>FUCKING SNAP OUT OF IT
>You turn to one of the Naruto cosplayers
"TELL ME ABOUT KAKASHI. WHY DOES HE WEAR THE MASK?!"
>Like the socially unobservant ass burger that he is, he literally begins recounting Kakashi's backstory
>Fucking Naruto fags should all be hung from cranes along the highways
>Trixie pulls you into a hug
>Why?!
>"Is Miss Sparkle sad again?"
"N-No..."
>Taking a deep breath, you realize that Trixie smells pretty good, and you put your arms around her
"You're awesome, but I hate all of your friends."
>You feel like you could almost melt right now in her—
>"—And then, when he was 5, he graduated from the top of his class in the ninja academy..."
>Fucking autists, can't fucking shut up about Naruto!
>You push Trixie away
>Trixie looks distraught, and you immediately regret breaking the hug
>That was a nice hug, but you were falling into a fucking mind trap
>The air passing through your nostrils, fuck, you can just feel it along its journey through your body
>Hell, the air brushing against your bare stomach and chest is almost delightful
>Everything feels good
>Twilight, what's it matter if people like Naruto, or dress like Pepe even if they don't really get it?
>You're losing your fucking way!
>Who the fuck would make a fucking drug like this?!
>Cheeto walks back up to you, seeming less hate-worthy than just a few moments ago
>Yeah, maybe he's overweight, but that doesn't detract from his innate humanity
>Would any of the philosophers you actually enjoy agree with your ad hoc hatred?
>No
>Cheeto Nia sighs and looks at you with concern
>"Twilight, I really want to be able to like you. Can we just start over?"
>He holds out a hand
>Handshake?
>Handshake
>You reach out your hand, giving him a nice, firm shake
>Though fatty, sweaty, greasy, and all things ungood, Cheeto's shake is pretty firm as well, and that similar tingling sensation runs through you at the touch
"I-I'm sorry for being a bit of a bitch. I'm just under the influence."
>Cheeto laughs
>"What?"
"I'm on E right now, and things are starting to feel good and nice and I don't like it."
>Man, this stuff makes you really straightforward
>Cheeto chuckles again, the reverberations of his laughter pouring through your ears in an almost ticklish manner
>It causes you to blush and—
>SNAP OUT OF IT
>You rip your hand from Cheeto's and wallop him in the face, the sound of a crunch cutting through the loud bustle of the convention hall
>Cheeto recoils, holding his face, and you can tell his nose is bleeding by all the blood
>Looking down at your fist, you also notice blood
>Didn't mean to hit him that hard
>"What the fuck!"
"S-Sorry!"
>Oh man, oh man, you shouldn't have done that
>Cheeto's just a guy who wants to be nice to you
>His handshake felt good
>Too good
>Punching him also felt good!
>Lots of good feelings all around
>Trixie rushes up to you, teary eyed, and shakes you by the collar
>"Miss Sparkle! Why are you doing this?!"
>You can't help but stare into her violet eyes, which is a nice color for eyes (not that you're biased)
"You're a great friend, Trixie."
>Taking her face in your hands, you pull her towards you and give her a peck on the lips
>A shudder goes through you, and you can literally feel it wave over your face and end in a spot at the back of your head
>"W-Why did Miss Sparkle kiss Trixie?!"
"I-I'm sorry! I don't hate you, so I didn't have a choice! I'm just feeling really open right now!"
>No, you need to get out of here and surround yourself with people you hate ONLY
>This fucking ecstasy, you're reaching the high point of its effects, and if you remember correctly, it'll stay there for HOURS
>Can't be doin' with this
>You step away from Trixie and turn to Cheeto, who's being aided by his swath of neckbeards
"Sorry about your nose! But if you try to touch me again I'll wreck you, okay?"
>One of the autists comes up to you and grabs you by the forearm
>"Hey, you can't leave! We have to get secur—"
"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF OF ME, YOU DAMNED DIRTY SPERG."
>"M-Miss Sparkle!"
>Trixie's voice rings in your head, but in a soothing manner, settling your mind—
>GOTTA GET AWAY
>GET AWA-A-AY
>HOLY DIVER
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaSQjP9T_Qs
>The people around you begin to blur in your peripheral vision as you run through the convention
>If you just run, then you won't have the time to fuck up and get touchy-feely with any of these greasy subhuman apes
>Holy fuck, you're starting to feel really, really hot
>Like, overheating, oversweating hot
>Fuck, this is really—
>You careen into someone, sending you both to the floor
>"FUCK! Dude, what the f—Egghead?"
"W-W-What are you doing here?"
>Rainbow looks... Scared
>"N-Nothing... Don't tell anyone I was here!"
>Rainbow picks herself up and offers you a helping hand
>You take it, shivering, both at the feeling of her hand, and with how fucking hot you are
>That can't be a good thing
"Th-Thanks..."
>Looking at Rainbow, it seems like she cut her hair short, and is wearing a rather dapper suit and tie with some sort of badge on it
"Is that an Ouran High School Host Club cosplay?"
>"N-No it's not! I don't like girly shit like that! But, uh... Nice cosplay. Isn't that a dude character?"
>You nod
"Isn't your character a girl that looks like a dude?"
>"Th-That's different, though! And it's not!"
>You flinch as someone knocks into you, walking down the hall
>So noisy and cramped in here
>You're forced against the wall next to Rainbow
>She's really pulling off the Haruhi Fujioka look,
>That sort of cute, dreamy look
>You lean yourself against her shoulder, rubbing into her, and sigh
>"U-Uh, dude? What are you doing?"
"You feel nice."
>Rainbow pushes you back with one of her hands
>"Woah, dude, you're sweating a LOT. What's up with you? And what's that smell?"
"Uh... I was drugged with E and I'm freaking out. And... I don't know what you're talking about."
>Rainbow's eyes widen
>"Woah, they have E here?!"
"WRONG FOCUS, MAN! But it's okay, I like you."
>You begin to lean back against her, letting the tingle run through your body
>She's a pleb, but she's a nice pleb
>"Dude!"
>Rainbow pushes you away
>"Get a hold of yourself!"
"I don't know, Rainbow. Maybe everything's better than I let myself think it is. You know, despite your musical faults, it's pretty impressive how good you are at shit. I like you."
>Rainbow shakes you by your shoulders
>"THAT'S THE DRUGS TALKING!"
>Fuck, she's right
>Well, maybe
>But seriously, why can't things just be nice and—
"Quick, talk to me about metalcore!"
>"I just started really listening to Pierce the Veil, and I think they're great!"
>You let out a scream, alerting some of the people nearby, but they keep going on their way past you
"I HATE YOUR TASTE IN MUSIC!"
>"I know! I've known for a while, but I keep playing it for you to try and get you to like it!"
>You rub at your face with your hands
"That'll never happen because I don't have shit taste! Yeah, maybe some of it isn't really that bad, and I sort of take pleasure in disliking metalcore as a whole for no good reason, but still!"
>Oh man, you're starting to feel your face go flush as you stare at Rainbow's face
"If you like it, though, can it really be that bad? Can I really—"
>Rainbow slaps you across the face
"Ow!"
>"S-Sorry. Egghead, I think slam metal is the future! I wish there was more nu metal!"
>You grit your teeth, trying to keep yourself of right mind
>Slam metal is fucking garbage that requires no talent at all
>Those people should be fucking shot
>Nu metal ruined metal for like a fucking decade
>Fuck 'em!
>Though, the experience of coming together in a band, just having fun, doing what you love, even if it's not the most musically serious, well, where's the harm?
"I-It's not working!"
>Rainbow shakes her head
>"I'm not a doctor, dude! I don't know how to calm you down!"
>On one hand, you're starting to feel... Amazing
>Obviously why they call it ecstasy
>Every sense is telling you that the world around you is a great place
>That maybe you don't need to be so self-conscious
>But at the same time, you're starting to burn up on the inside, even panting a little
>Fucking side-effects
>Hell, fucking all the effects, you didn't need this shit today!
>You hear people around you shouting about a rave, people flooding in from all sides and into a nearby door
"W-What's going on?!"
>"Shit! I was waiting here for the rave, dude!"
>You and Rainbow feel yourselves being pushed and tumbled along by the massive crowd
>Of fucking course this was going to happen!
>The stampeding horde of autists pushes you and Rainbow Fujioka into a darkened, huge arena of some sort
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcG17zKWMl4
>Music is blasting, some sort of anime dubstep garbage which sounds REALLY good, just like, yeah
>There are technicolor lights all over the place, lots of flashing lights, people dancing all over
>And where the fuck is everyone getting these fucking glow sticks?
>You're still being pushed around like you're at a fucking death metal concert, in some stupid mosh pit
"Rainbow!"
>"Egghead!"
>You can barely hear her over the music, fuck, can't even see where she is!
>Lost at sea
>That's what you are
>Holy fuck, you feel like you're going to die
>The beat of the music is thrumming inside of your body, pounding away inside your chest
>Everyone around you is jumping around like fucking idiots
>Can't hear yourself think, fuck fuck fuck
>There's fucking strobe lights in here, makes the whole place look like a dance scene running at a shit fps
>Despite every urge in your body telling you jump around like a fucking idiot along with everyone else, you need to press on
>Need to get out of here!
>Anything that could get you to dance is a bad thing!
>Well, except that one time with the girls
>That was fun
>Wouldn't this be?
>FUCK, JUST GET OUT OF HERE, TWILIGHT
>You push your way through the crowd, people swearing at you as you try to find the exit
>Where's the fucking exit?
>How fucking deep in this shit are you?!
>"TWILIGHT?!"
>You trip into fucking Lyra, nearly pushing her over, if it wasn't for the fact you were packed in here like sardines
>Oh God, she smells like a locked room that just underwent a sperg orgy
>"DUDE, I KNEW YOU'D COME TO THE RAVE!"
"W-Wait!"
>Lyra takes you by the hand and begins jumping up and down with you
>Fuck, you're in the middle of the fucking Anime Club, in the middle of a fucking rave, in the middle of fucking Canter Con
>"ISN'T THIS AWESOME?!"
>The beat is working its way inside you, FUCK
>You can't help yourself
>The music
>The dancing
>The people
>Fuck it, just be a fucking dipshit and jump around, Twilight
>Once you let yourself let go, it feels as though a great tension were lifted from you
>There's amazing sense of relief welling within you, along with the thumping music of the rave
>You begin to jump up and down with Lyra, who seems to have taken her over-sized gloves off, and who also seems to be giving you a lurid look
>There's that tell-tale blush those dilated pupils of the effects of E in her body, and she looks way more out of it than you
"WOO!"
>Even screaming at the top of your lungs you can't hear yourself
>The sight around you, with the strobe lights and the dancers, fuck, it's surreal as all hell
>A rave filled with fictional characters
>Fuck, whatever, this is fun!
>Everything is awesome
>You feel a body pressing up against your body from behind, grinding against you...
>It causes your arms and legs to go weak, fuck, all of this just feels so great
>Lyra spins you around, her eyes peering into yours, and you begin to sweat even more
>Then, you get a whiff of what could be sperg scrotum off of her
"NO!"
>Twilight, you're losing yourself!
>"Egghead!"
"RAINBOW!"
>You stumble into Rainbow, squished against her and Lyra
>Too many fucking people here...
>"MISS SPARKLE!"
"T-TRIXIE?!"
>You feel her glomp onto you, your body being juggled between her, Rainbow, and Lyra
>I-It's way too fucking much for you
>The feel of hands against your skin, the music, the sweat in the air—
>No, get the fuck out of here!
>You try to move away from the group, only to have another hand land on you, this time on your shoulder, gripping tightly
>Can't... Fucking... Pull... Away!
>"SPARKLE!"
>You spin around
"NOT YOU."
>"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS FIND ME!"
"OTHER WAY AROUND!"
>Hatred begins to rise up in your body, blocking out the effects of the ecstasy
>You give Moondancer the bird
"GO FUCK YOURSELF, BITCH!"
>She lets out a shriek and tackles you
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULQgMntenO8
>You fall hard onto the floor of the rave, people shouting in as you knock into them, Moondancer landing squarely on top of you
>The music in the arena blares in your ears and through your bones, and you watch as Moondancer raises a fist, almost looking as though she's moving in slow motion due to the strobes
>A fist comes hurtling towards your face, and you barely dodge out of the way, her fist impacting the tile instead
>She recoils, gripping her hand, and you push her off of you
>A circle of onlookers has formed around you and Moondancer: Trixie, Rainbow, Lyra, the Anime Club, and fucking all of Canter Con it feels like
>Part of you just wants to run, not fight, not like this, but...
>Another part, probably the E, is saying JUST DO IT, pumping you up beyond all heck
>Moondancer dusts herself off, snarling red, and you finally get a good look at her
>Jesus Christ
>She has the same cosplay as you
>Simon the Driller
>Only nowhere near the quality, and she opted for a fucking non-canon shirt rather than a show-accurate bare chest, the fag
>"Y-YOU COPIED ME! WHY WON'T YOU JUST STOP ANTAGONIZING ME!"
"YOU'RE JUST THE SHITTY VERSION OF ME!"
>Neither of you can really hear each other over the music, but it seems like your words enraged her
>Moondancer charges at you, fist held high
>Time to remember the basics of CQC, just like Sunny taught you!
>You dodge to the side as Moondancer throws a hefty but clumsy punch, delivering your own to her gut
>Didn't really put much energy into it, and she doesn't seem to flinch
>Fuck, get your shit together and really fight, Twi—
"FUCK."
>Moondancer lands a haymaker on your cheek, causing you to stagger into the wall of bodies behind you
>Holy SHIT that hurt
>Is this the tard strength that everyone talks about?!
>This isn't a fucking video game or an anime, this is real life
>Beat that fucking tard into submission!
>You push yourself out from the crowd and into another punch
"SHIT!"
>You yell, staggering into more bodies
>Nearly falling, Rainbow grabs onto you, keeping you on your feet
>"EGGHEAD, BEAT HER ASS!"
>"No, Miss Sparkle, violence is bad!"
>You can barely hear Rainbow, and Trixie is totally drowned out by the noise of the crowd and the music
>Holy fuck your heart is beating like shit, you are beyond energized right now
>And beyond fucking mad
>YOU CAN DO THIS, JUST DO IT
>THAT FUCKING BITCH DESERVES IT!
>You tried the forgiveness route, and you tried ignoring her, but FUCK
>Rainbow pushes you back into the ring, and you bob your head away from another punch
>You reply with an overhead fist, straight into Moondancer's cheek
>This time, she flinches, gripping at her face
>"BITCH!"
>You dash towards her and take a hold of her shoulders with both hands, readying yourself to knee her in the stomach
>Instead, she grabs a hold of you as well, and lets her weight bring both of you to the ground
>The people watching have their phones out, filming, dancing, laughing, hollering
>Simon vs Nega Simon, two autistic spergs going at it at a fucking rave at a convention
>You and Moondancer roll around, battering each other with knees and elbows
>It feels like she's hurting you a lot more than you're hurting her
>What the fuck?! Why is she so fucking tough?!
>Taking a beating, you roll yourself on top of her, trying to beat at her head, but she's guarding herself well
"YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING HASSLE!"
>Moondancer drops her guard, and you start to go in for the—
>She spits in your face
"FUCK!"
>Absolutely disgusting!
>You step off of her, trying to wipe her phlegm off your face, the fucking bitch
>Moondancer follows after you, and you feel her grip at your coat
>You're dripping with sweat at this point, the tape connecting your body and your clothes together already starting to slough off
>Finally getting her spit out of your eyes, you open them just in time to see Moondancer pull your jacket open, revealing your completely bare chest
>At that moment, almost everyone in the circle takes out their phones
>Everyone but Rainbow and Trixie, both of whom look away, thankfully, but...
>All eyes are on you, pictures are being taken, videos still going on, Lyra's eyebrows, you can see, have risen on her face
>Moondancer has stopped fighting and has begun laughing in triumph
>You try to cover yourself up, blushing heavily, your ecstasy-perked breasts probably being shown to people all over the world
>This is it
>Time to kill yourself for real now
>People are leering at you, laughing
>Tears are welling in your eyes, powered on by shame and embarrassment, even through the affects of the E in your system
>You collapse onto your knees, holding your coat together as well as you can
>Thing's too fucking small to go across the whole of your chest, fuck...
>Moondancer crouches down in front of you, grinning from ear to ear
>"Guess who gives a shit about what I do now?! I told you I'd get my revenge for what you did to me!"
>You clench your fist
"Fuck you."
>At that, you sucker punch her in the face, her hair falling down her face in a tangled mess
>You follow after her, tearing at her cosplay, your coat billowing open, though you don't notice
>The only thing on your mind is getting back at Moondancer
>Gripping her from behind, you try and get your hands under her shirt, which is tucked into her shorts
>Your fingers slip down until you finally find the edge of the shirt, Moondancer's sweaty, struggling body struggling against yours
>Pulling up hard, you bring her shirt above her chest, groping aimlessly for her bra to bring along with it
>'THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!'
>People in the crowd cheer you on, though you can hardly hear them
>Fuck, you can barely see through your tears, but what you do know is that you're showing Moondancer off to everyone in front of you
>Lyra diligently records everything as it goes on
>"GET OFF OF ME!"
>Moondancer is crying now too, fucking bitch
>Shrieking and flailing in your arms, the two of you smack into some of the people in the crowd
>Moondancer throws an elbow at you, so you disengage
>Her momentum causes her to spin, her elbow colliding straight into someone's face
>They try to retaliate against Moondancer, but everyone's so tightly packed that they end up knocking someone else over
>It's then that all fucking hell breaks loose
>What was a rave was now a spergerous mob of fighting, everyone in the arena far too pumped up, many far too drugged up, to do anything but give into the fight
>The circle around you becomes a fucking mosh pit for real this time, and the bad kind where people actually hurt each other
>"EGGHEAD!"
>Fuck, you... You better get the fuck out of this place!
>You turn and begin running to Rainbow and Trixie, before being knocked down to the ground
>The wind is completely knocked out of you, the whole of your naked chest pressed against the floor
>Fucking A this is gross
>Turning around on the ground, you see a frothing mad Moondancer, her sizable breasts hanging out of her cosplay
>A worse you in every way, but you suppose that's the one thing she's got on you
>"NOT SO FAST, SPARKLE!"
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!"
>You pull on her costume, bringing her head down on yours for a headbutt
"FUCK!"
>You shout in unison
>That hurts WAY more than you thought it would
>Someone, somewhere in the crowd, is sent stumbling back and over you and Moondancer
>This place is getting fucking crazy!
"GET OFF OF ME!"
>Instead, Moondancer collapses on you, either from exhaustion or from the headbutt
>She's awake, but clearly unable to do anything
>The world's still spinning around you from that fucking headbutt, too, and you lack the energy to push this sperg off of you
>FUCK
>How are you going to—
>You feel yourself being pulled by your collar, out of the fray, Moondancer still on top of you
>"C'MON, EGGHEAD!"
>Rainbow single-handedly drags you and Moondancer out of the fight
>Fuck, you can hardly see, hear, fucking anything!
>The music and the lights and your throbbing head are disallowing you from doing anything but lay on the floor
>At the very least, the pain seems to be pushing the affects of the ecstasy to the side, which is fucking great, because you'd HATE to be turned on right now with this fucking cunt on top of you
>Unable to really do anything, you feel arms pulling you up, and see that some people are also dragging Moondancer around as well
>It's Rainbow, Trixie, Lyra... The Anime club, they're all helping to get you guys out of this fucking dark hellhole
>Passing into the light of the convention hall you have to squint, the eardrum shattering beat of the rave still pulsing in your body, and the shouts and screams of fighting losers carried on underneath the music
>Eventually, you're set down against a wall, dehydrated out of your fucking mind, covered in sweat and bruises
>"Here."
>Lyra hands you a bottle of water, and you shakily accept
>Drinking the water, you notice Moondancer not too far away, getting a similar treatment
>Fucking cunt doesn't deserve that
>Should've just been left to get stomped to death in the fracas
>Fuck this water is good
"Th-Thanks, L-Lyra..."
>Trixie rushes to your side, crying
>"Miss Sparkle! Are you okay?!"
>You nod, though pain soon washes over you
"Not really..."
>Trixie throws her arms around you, fire shooting through your body at her touch
"OW ow ow ow!"
>Fuck
>You're probably not hurt that bad, you hope, but you're definitely not used to being in any sort of fight
>At least now you can say you were in one
>Fuck, everyone's going to know since your picture's going to be everywhere...
>"S-Sorry... Why does Miss Sparkle always fight with Moondancer?"
>You laugh, hurting your ribs
"Moondancer is an asshole, that's why."
>Trixie frowns
>"She is not like that when it is just her and Trixie..."
>Trixie hangs out with Moondancer?
>You'll forgive her treason
"Well, she's like that around me, so. Trixie, I know it's sort of your thing to be nice to everyone, but Moondancer? Fucking cunt."
>Trixie clasps her hands over her mouth
>"Miss Sparkle's language is very coarse!"
>You roll your eyes and take another sip of water
>Looking over at Moondancer, you see that she's glaring at you as she's tended to by, what seems to be, the Redditors
>At the very least, her Simon cosplay has gone back to hiding her disgusting body
>Turning your own head down to yourself, you realize your coat's a little too open
>Tape isn't sticking super well, but it's enough to keep it in check, you hope
>Trixie is frowning at you on her knees, her eyes staring into you
"What?"
>"Trixie does not like seeing you hurt. Nor does she like seeing Moondancer hurt. Trixie's friends should not fight!"
"She's your FRIEND?!"
>Trixie crosses her arms and nods
>Is she actually acting stern towards you?
>Not your freakin' mom
"Moondancer started it!"
>"Well, Miss Sparkle called Moondancer a bad word, and told her to go... Trixie cannot say what Miss Sparkle said! Both of you are always mean to each other!"
>You sit yourself up against the wall and finish off your water
"Trixie, trust me, amends with Moondancer are impossible. Not only that, I don't want to do it! You saw what she did! Ripped open my shirt in front of everyone!"
>Trixie looks away from you at the mention of that
>"Miss Sparkle also did that to her."
"Yeah, but like I said, she started it!"
>"When Miss Sparkle is not there, Moondancer is nice!"
>You shrug
"I can't not be around Moondancer when I'm around Moondancer, so she's never going to be 'nice' when I can see it, I guess."
>Rainbow Dash slides in next to you and Trixie
>"DUDE! THAT WAS SO SICK! YOU WERE IN A FIGHT!"
>You frown
"It wasn't really that 'sick'..."
>"Nah, you did good, dude!"
>"Fighting is not good!"
>You and Rainbow roll your eyes
>The Anime Club lingers nearby, chatting
>You wonder if people are still fighting
>Music's still blaring, so maybe
>"Dude, can you stand?"
"Maybe..."
>You try and push yourself up against the wall
>Fuck, this is hard...
>All the adrenaline that was pushing you through the fight is gone, and now everything hurts
>But, you're able to stand
>As you rise, you see Moondancer snarl and begin to stand herself
>Your eyes meet, and you can see that she's not through with this
>Well fuck, then, neither are you
>Fucking sperg piece of shit cunt
>"Miss Sparkle?"
>You shamble forward, barely able to stand, and Moondancer does the same
>Her Simon cosplay is covered in dirt, probably from the floor of the rave, and you notice that you are as well
>There's some swelling on her face, the goggles on her head are shattered...
>You probably don't look so hot, either
>"Sparkle."
"Moondancer."
>The people around just look on as you meet in the center of the hall
>Trixie rushes in between the two of you
>"Please! This is... Dumb! Neither of you should fight!"
"Trixie, get out of the way! We have to finish this!"
>"Yeah!"
>Rainbow walks up beside you
>Come the fuck on
>"Trixie's right, dude. Why would you two even fight?"
"To... I don't know! When we stood up, there was a silent agreement to fight!"
>Moondancer nods her head
>Everyone around you just gives you weird looks, and you start to feel a little spaghetti coming on
>Rainbow puts a hand on your shoulder
>"Egghead, the two of you fought. It's over! Got it out of your system, didn't you?"
>You shrug
>Fuck
>Maybe you were being a bit stupid...
>Life's not a fucking anime
>This wasn't going to be a tired brawl to the finish, power within type of thing
>Just a sperg and a slightly-less-spergy sperg falling over each other...
"Fine."
>You and Moondancer frown and cross your arms
>Trixie and Rainbow begin to escort you back to your side of the hall
>You hear Moondancer mutter to herself as you leave, stopping you in your tracks
"What did you just say to me, you little bitch?"
>"You fucking heard me, Sparkle."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abjE9Qx0O60
>You didn't
>But you don't fucking care at this point
>Rainbow and Trixie are too late to stop you as you turn and sprint for Moondancer
>Fist held high, ready to smack straight into her stupid Moondancer face
>You yell as you throw the punch, missing her face, but still hitting her square on the shoulder
>Moondancer yelps and begins to tear up
>Fuck, that hurt your fist like shit
>The two of you stagger from the impact, both of you walking on legs made of spaghetti at this point
>Gritting her teeth, Moondancer returns a hard punch to your cheek
"SHIT."
>You stagger back, Moondancer waving her hand in the air, the sting of her punch affecting her own hand
>That fucking hurt
>Tears well in your eyes now as well
>Barely able to make a fist, you limply throw a hand at Moondancer, connecting on her face
>She returns the favor
>Holy fucking FUCK this hurts more than the fight you were just in, what the fuck
>Your whole body is in pain, and you fall to the floor on your knees
>Moondancer falls next to you
>You hold out your arms in front of you and begin slapping
>Wildly, but slowly and with almost no energy
>Moondancer flails her arms as well
>When your arms do collide, both of you wince, tears streaming down your faces
>The people watching just shake their heads, looking embarrassed
>Even Trixie is watching, nonplussed at the meek display
>Holy shit, this is so fucking pathetic, and hurts so fucking much
>After a few more seconds of waving your arms around like a retard, you've run out of energy
>You fall forward along with Moondancer, your heads colliding once more in a soft 'thunk'
"Ow..."
>"Yeah..."
>Well...
>That was gay
>Rainbow walks up to you and Moondancer
>"You guys done?"
>You and Moondancer grunt
>Too tired to be angry, or even embarrassed
>What fucking spergs you guys are...
>Nobody bothers to help the two of you up this time
>So you just lay there, in silence, save for the chattering Anime Club and Redditors, and the soft thrumming of the rave through the walls
>You inchworm forward a little, bringing yourself eye to eye with Moondancer, the two of you laying alone in the middle of a hallway
>God you two are fucking retarded
>It might be the residual effects of the ecstasy, now that you don't have any energy to fight it, but you're starting to think that all this wasn't worth it
>Both of you are defeated in every sense of the word
>Nobody came out better from this shit
>What, you both got beat up and have pictures of your breasts floating around online now?
>Fucking not worth it all...
"This is stupid."
>Moondancer grimaces in pain
>"Maybe..."
"Not maybe. Definitely. Why are we even fighting?"
>Moondancer grunts and blows some hair out of her face
>"Because... Because you're a bitch."
"Y-You're the bitch."
>You can see Moondancer begin to try and lift an arm, maybe to hit you, but she simply doesn't have it in her to do so
"Why didn't you just fucking accept my apology during Pathfinder?"
>She scoffs
>"If I accepted your fake apology, you would've just done something to make fun of me. I outplayed you..."
>Well... That's honestly not totally unlike you, and you can't say for certain you wouldn't have done that
>You were planning your whole character around fucking with her in the first place
"So... All this over a fucking party? Are you happy now?"
>"It wasn't... Just a party, to me. And... Not really..."
>Finally gets her revenge, and doesn't even care
>Fucking cunt...
"Moondancer... You're stupid. Childish... A fucking autistic idiot."
>"F-Fuck you..."
"But, you know what?"
>You roll onto your back
"I am, too."
>Moondancer rolls onto her back
>"This was... Dumb."
>You both nod
>Everything hurts
>Fuck
"We're retarded."
>Rainbow Dash stands over you and Moondancer, arms crossed
>"You guys can't just lie down in the middle of the hallway, you know."
>Lying on the floor in a public space is pretty autistic, but you don't have much in the way of energy to do much about it
"Too tired to move..."
>"As am I..."
>Rainbow Dash sighs
>"Well, we're all thinking of heading to the food court to eat, so... Please don't make me carry you guys again, man. It's tiring."
>You mutter under your breath
>"Trixie can help Miss Sparkle and Moondancer!"
>Trixie leans down and offers both of you a hand
"Th-Thanks..."
>"Are you both done fighting now?"
>You and Moondancer nod
>"For now."
"Y-Yeah, it's just a momentary truce is all..."
>Trixie pulls both of you up to your feet
>Guess she's a lot stronger than she looks, or you just weigh nothing
>Probably more the latter
>Standing is a bitch, but you think you can deal with it
>Your chest is still rising and falling quickly, out of breath as fuck
>Moondancer doesn't seem to be in great shape either...
"OW OW OW OW!"
>Lyra throws an arm around you, and you're forced to start walking as you notice that the whole of the Anime Club, along with Trixie's Redditor friends, moving down the hallway
>"I've never seen a fight in real life before, Twilight. That was so cool! And don't worry about the whole 'breasts broadcast to the whole internet' thing. Doesn't matter. Fight was still awesome!"
>You'd almost sort of forgotten...
>Bon Bon walks along the other side of Lyra looking grouchy, though, she tends to look that way, you feel
>"Anyways, did you say you went on /x/? I don't remember. But man, it's so—"
>Ugh
>You try to drown her out
>Hearing about the SCP Foundation again would hurt you mentally as much as you've already been hurt physically
>After a few minutes, you and the huge gathering of autists make your way to the Food Court, which is bereft of people
>Probably because everyone at the con's still at that rave
>Not a huge amount of choices here; dingy little Mexican outlets, Italian, Thai stuff...
>You realize that you're pretty fucking hungry, so you just take a random pick of food
>Everyone's sitting, eating, talking...
>Not a lot of open spots that wouldn't be by yourself, and the ones that are there would be next to disgusting spergs
>Walking around the tables, you try and find a good place to sit
>This reminds you of lunch at school before you settled into the girls' table...
>"Miss Sparkle!"
>Trixie waves you over to her table, an assortment of neckbeards and anime cosplayers filling it up
>And next to the empty space was Moondancer
"Um, I-I don't know—"
>Trixie smiles brightly at you
>Ugh
>It's shit like this that makes you almost regret warming up to her
>Almost
>You decide to take your seat at the table
>Looks like one of the Redditors is cosplaying as a stereotypical neckbeard, with the unshaven, patchy facial hair, the fedora, the fingerless gloves, the—
>'—just wish I'd had the time to make a cosplay!'
>Even when you give them the fucking benefit of the doubt
>Not feeling horny anymore, which is good, but maybe it's the E that's keeping you from blowing your lid
>That, or just the fact that you're so exhausted that anger isn't swelling within you quite so easily
>'I totally know what you mean! Everyone using facebook and stuff, they're just sheeple, man. They haven't discovered critical thinking. Just look at television here in the west versus the east! Look at how philosophical animes like Bleach are, then compare that to HBO garbage like Game of Thrones.'
>'Yeah, everyone here's such baka gaijins. Anime is the one true art form!'
>Most at the table nods in agreement
>Just
>Stay
>Cool...
>You hear a low 'REE' off to your side
>Turning, you see that Moondancer is sitting glumly, beaten, eyes twitching as she seems to be focusing on the conversation of the others at the table
"Ree?"
>Moondancer turns to you and frowns
>"It's a meme, you dip."
>You laugh
>Of all the people...
"Have you heard of that Pepe meme from Reddit?"
>Moondancer's eyes flare
>"Oh of COURSE you think that, Sparkle..."
"What, you use Reddit, don't you? It's where all the dankest memes are made! Or... Are you a baka gaijin?"
>On the inside, you cackle, but, on the outside, you try your best to hold composure
>Moondancer, on the other hand, looks like she's going to pop a blood vessel
>She opens her mouth to speak, but stops herself and sighs
>"I shouldn't have expected any better from you."
>Oh
>OH
>You're not going to let Moondancer sit around thinking she's superior to you
"I was being sarcastic. I go on the slash-b all the time."
>"Ironic shitposting is still shitposting..."
>The cackling on the inside moves outward, and you burst out laughing
>JESUS FUCK LAUGHING HURTS
>Moondancer chuckles along with you
>This is literally the first time in your life you've ever met someone with similar sensibilities
>And it was a disgusting autist
"Why are you such a fucking sperg if you know how fucking terrible that is?"
>"ME?! You're the one who acted like our duel at the Game Shop was an episode of Yu-Gi-Oh! And Trixie told me all about what you did to her at that party."
"You're the one who was acting like it was some dumb anime, Miss 'I dedicated my life to vengeance'."
>Both of you cross arms
>Thinking back... You know you've spaghetti'd a lot
>And with the way you've acted in front of her, well, you were usually at your worst...
>Maybe it was the same with her
>You honestly can't imagine a Moondancer that ISN'T a total sperg
>All her encounters with you, well, most people think you're autistic
>Anon literally asked you if you were autistic
"We really are retarded."
>Moondancer shrugs
>"I guess we might be. This never would've happened if you'd just came to my party."
>This AGAIN
"That was forever ago! How can you care so much about that?"
>"I told you why!"
>You don't remember that
>Oh, wait...
>No, you just didn't listen to her
>You squint at Moondancer, and remember that Trixie and Sunny were literally tearing up over whatever her sob story was
>Well, why would you have listened?
>Moondancer was this total sperg who'd attached herself like you to a parasite as a child, and you'd held a bit of a grudge against her after—
>Ohhhhhh
>No, okay, holding grudges since childhood was exactly why you thought she was a sperg
>More and more you see that, maybe, you were both being a little autistic
>Or, no, maybe that's just the ecstasy and its affect on your mind
>You hold up a finger in front of you
"Maybe I acted a bit like an autist towards you. I'm not exactly sorry, but... I don't know."
>Moondancer rolls her eyes
>"Okay, well, I'm not sorry either."
"Are we even?"
>She sits still for a few moments before she nods and you give her a slight smile
>You're just glad that you have one less problem to worry about
"Seriously though, all this over one birthday party? I know it's both of our faults, in a way, but why did it matter so much to you? You're a big girl."
>Moondancer groans
>"/tv/ memes? Really?"
"Fuck you, baneposting is transcendent."
>Moondancer leans onto the table with her elbows, holding her head up with her hands
>"It just meant a lot to me, is all. I thought about it a lot afterwards, and... Seeing that I'd been so hung up, for years, over a complete autist... That made me go crazy."
"I'm not the autist! And I literally just had no idea what you were talking about."
>"You seemed pretty fucking autistic at the Game Shop, Sparkle. I thought you were pulling an 'M. Bison from the Street Fighter Movie' on me on purpose... That it didn't matter at all to you still hurts a little, but it was mostly your autism that made me mad."
>You shrug
>Truth be told, Moondancer's explanation makes enough sense to you
>Hatred of autism burns deep
>'The world would be such a better place if I had a Death Note!'
>The two of you sigh
>Something begins to buzz in your shorts, causing you to jump as it vibrates against your thigh
>You shoot your hands into your pockets and pull out a...
>Pager?
>[Bring your catch to 324-G after costume contest]
>Fuck, Discord's stupid hunt
>Whatever, it doesn't matter
>Just a fucking harmless gag competition conjured up by that asshole...
>"What's that?"
>Moondancer has one of her eyebrows raised
>Sheesh, you'd never really realized how fucking bushy those things were
"Do you want to be my Sperg Prime?"
>She looks insulted
>"'Sperg Prime'?"
"Just... It's a dumb thing, but you could be my, uh, catch. Or whatever. We could head up to one of the rooms upstairs, 324-G. After the costume contest tonight."
>Moondancer's face turns from insult to confusion
>"Y-You want us to what?"
>Is she deaf or something?
"Head to a room. Upstairs. Me 'n you. After the costume thing."
>"I... What? I-I-I thought we were still sort of, I don't know, not on good terms or something..."
"Yeah, I know. That's point."
>Does she not understand that you're making her your Sperg Prime as a joke?
>Light Fagami is probably the worst offender here, but it might be something to chuckle about
>'Ha ha, yeah, you're the worst!'
>Or is she taking it seriously and thinking you've gone back to that autistic rivalry between the two of you?
>Moondancer shakes her head
>"That's the point?"
>You can see clearly that she's thinking pretty hard about this, though you don't know why
"Do you want to do it or not? I can find someone else if you don't, it's fine."
>"No, no... No, I guess I can... Yeah..."
"Cool, sounds good."
>Moondancer blushes, though you don't notice; her face is already pretty red from the fight
>You turn to your food and begin to eat
>Fuck, it's cold now
>Not really looking forward to the contest
>Bunch of spergs in what's essentially a cosplay pageant?
>Yuck
>But this should be a show of good faith between you and Moondancer
>AND you'll have played Discord's stupid game
>You finish up your food, or, at least what you can eat of it
>Which is about half
>Cold Asian food is disgusting if it's not supposed to be that way
>"Miss Sparkle, are you participating in the costume contest?"
"Nah, I'm just going to watch... I don't want to get up in front of a bunch of people after the rave."
>Trixie nods
>"It will be much fun! Even if just to watch."
>You shrug
>At best, you're not going to hate yourself and the world while it's going on
>Trixie smiles at you before going back to talking with the Redditors and the Anime Club fags
>You wonder how she can tolerate all these people
>Guess that's just Trixie being Trixie
>Moondancer on the other hand has been keeping to herself, letting out small "REE"s after particularly heinous statements by the other spergs at the table
>She turns to you, pushing some of the hair away from her face
>"Um, so, Twilight... I was wondering—"
>"DUDES, THE CONTEST IS HAPPENING SOON, WE GOTTA GO!"
>Rainbow pulls you out from your seat
>"YOU HAVE TO BE THERE WHEN I WIN!"
"You? You're cosplay is just a suit."
>"Uh, it's HIGHLY show accurate, and so is my hairstyle. Rainbow Dash doesn't do half-assed. I'm gonna win, you're gonna watch."
>Moondancer frowns as you're dragged away, the rest of your now huge group getting up for this stupid contest as well
>This is gonna be cringey as fuck, isn't it?
>Dash pushes you along the convention floor, thrusting you into an auditorium with a fuckton of chairs
>The smell in this place is AWFUL
>Rainbow sits you down next to her, near the front
>Spergs everywhere, and...
>You spot Discord off in the corner, talking to someone
>It's hard to make out, but you're almost certain that she's dressed as Shinobu from No More Heroes...
>Wait, Zecora?
>Why would the queen of the homeless be at Canter Con?
>Unless... That was the whole point of Discord coming here
>Being able to talk to her on neutral, public ground
>Somewhere no one would look
>"Dude, are you even listening?!"
"What?"
>"Man, never mind..."
>Rainbow frowns
>Maybe you should pay better attention to the shit people say to you
>It seems to cause you problems
"S-Sorry, I was just... Distracted."
>"It's fine, Egghead. I just don't really have people to talk about this nerd shit to."
>Nerd shit?
>Now she's sounding like Anon
>Why even be here if you just think of anime as 'nerd shit'?
>Fucking normies
>"I just thought, you know, you being YOU and all... You'd want to just talk about anime or something?"
>What's she think you are, some fucking autist?!
>Anime is for...
>You sigh
>Right
"So, what was it exactly you wanted to talk about, then?"
>Rainbow shrugs
>The ambient noise in the auditorium rises as it begins to fill up with people
>"I just wondered what you thought about Ouran High School Host Club. You know, since I 'm cosplaying as Haruhi."
"Um... I secretly like it, but I would never tell anyone."
>Rainbow nods
>"Sort of my feelings too, but it's okay when I'm at cons, I guess."
"You... Go to cons? Regularly?"
>She nods again
>"People here aren't as judge-y about your hobbies. Kind of nice to not have to be Rainbow Dash, the girl everyone man wants and every woman wants to be, 24/7."
>You can barely hear her now
"I... Guess that might make sense."
>"What?"
"That makes sense!"
>"WHAT?! Fuck, sorry Egghead, gotta go head to backstage!"
>As Rainbow gets up to leave, you notice that Moondancer takes the other seat beside you
>"H-Hey, Twilight..."
"Hey!"
>Oh man, are you, like, friends now?
>Today's been a fucking weird day
>"Twilight, I just... I just wanted to ask you if—"
"WHAT?!"
>So fucking loud in here!
>Music begins to play, and some sperg with a lisp begins announcing the start of the contest
>"I JUST WANTED TO—"
"WHAT?!"
>Moondancer shrugs
>You turn your eyes to the stage
>Oh God this is going to be cringe
>At least you have someone to laugh about it with
>As the contest goes on, you realize this is far, far worse than anything you'd have imagined
>You thought, hey, just some autists walking out in front and showing their cosplay off
>No
>It's that, PLUS a lot of the autists doing little skits "in character"
>About four rasengans later, you're beginning to feel suicidal ideation come on
>Somewhere around thirteen autists in, a fat man in a shitty Super Saiyan Goku outfit comes on stage
>He takes center stage, squats, and begins screaming
>Jesus fucking Christ
>'KAAAAAME...'
>You grit your teeth
>'HAAAAAAAAME'
>Why are these people allowed to live...
>The guy throws his hands forward
>'HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'
>You feel the urge to vomit
>Moondancer recoils along with you, and you can almost hear her whimpering
>And the fucking announcer has the GALL to ask for a round of applause after that
>Your Prime Sperg turns to you, and pretends to gag
>You let out a laugh, which neither she nor you can hear, and she joins in
>Moondancer reaches her hand out and grasps yours, smiling
>What?
>Well, you know girls as friends can be a little more touchy-feely than you might think is normal
>Girls hold hands all the time
>That, you're pretty sure of
>Though, after the slumber party, you know that's about the extent of it
>'Making out' isn't a normal friend thing
>And, obviously, you and Moondancer aren't exactly on great terms
>So what else could this be than a friendly hand-hold?
>Like, the two of you disgust each other, but now it's just in a fun way
>You turn back to the contest, and, Jesus fuck, this is the worst thing in the world
>'I'll take a potato chip... AND EAT IT!'
>Oh God, it's that fat Light Yagami idiot
>Moondancer leans to your ear, practically yelling
>"I THINK HE'S BEEN EATING A FEW TOO MANY POTATO CHIPS!"
"THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING!"
>Man, your guys' humor is so on par
>Maybe you've even shitposted with each other and not known it
>The contest goes on, and, while cringe as all fuck, it's at least fun to basically 'MST3K' it with someone
>Makes it bearable
>And, SOME of the cosplay is actually pretty amazing
>Even if cosplay is still pretty spergy
>Rainbow Dash's odds don't look very good, honestly
>She did fine when she came up, but you still just think she's not a lot more than a girl in a nice suit
>You and Moondancer continue to make snide comments as the contest goes on, until, FINALLY, it seems to come to a close
>'And now, to announthe the winner... BUT, before that, let'th give out the contholoathion awarth!'
>UGH
>You don't think you can sit through a bunch of fucking 'wacky' prizes
>No, you're done with this
>You lean over to Moondancer's ear
"HEY, WANNA GET OUT OF HERE?"
>"N-NOW?"
>You nod, and she looks away from you girlishly
>Man, when she's not acting as autistic, it seems like she's awfully girly
>Wouldn't expect that from a memelord
>You stand up to leave, Moondancer still holding onto your hand, red in the face
>The two of you leave the auditorium as the announcer gives out the 'Most Kawaii' prize to some fat uggo bitch dressed as Hello Kitty
>Moondancer rolls her eyes and giggles
>As you exit, you can finally hear again
"Fuck was it loud in there! Man, fuck spergs."
>"I know, right?! Did you see Cheeto Dust in that Nia outfit? I wanted to scoop my eyes out of my head!"
"Same, man."
>The two of you share some laughter, walking through the empty halls towards the room Discord had paged you about
>Eventually, the topic of 4chan comes up, though, you wonder why Moondancer is being so coy right now
>Nervous about the Sperg Prime thing?
>"—don't even know why I go on /mu/ anymore... Everything's just shitposting, and you're not actually allowed to like anything."
"That's every fucking board! Liking shit makes you gay and autistic."
>"Y-Yeah... M-Maybe it's okay to like things, though."
>She smiles slightly and looks into your eyes
"That's what I've been thinking."
>You've said it before, but it's true every time
>This place is fucking huge
>Eventually, you and Moondancer make it to an elevator
>Assuming 324-G is on the third floor, and all
>Stepping inside, Moondancer seems awfully jittery
>And her palms are sweaty
>One could assume her knees were weak, and her arms heavy
"Something wrong?"
>"Um... No, not wrong, just... Today's just been so crazy. We were basically fighting to the death not that long ago."
>You shrug
>Body still hurts like fuck
>Face?
>Still stings
"You definitely punch harder than I thought you would."
>"Y-You too..."
>She squeezes your hand
>The elevator stops on the third floor
>Shouldn't be too far now, the two of you making your way to the room
>Moondancer's just shaking more and more, and it's honestly starting to annoy you
"Moondancer, what are you so nervous about?"
>"I... I've never done anything like this before... It's n-not like I d-don't want to, I've th-thought about this a lot, but... It just seems so sudden..."
>Why would she have thought about being the biggest sperg at Canter Con 'a lot'?
>"After... I know I focus on it too much, but after you didn't come to my party, and once you just stopped talking to me altogether, I..."
>Moondancer shakes her head and looks away from you
>Now you actually are feeling a bit sorry for being a shit to her back at the Game Shop
>You've really got zero idea why the party meant so much to her
"It's okay, Moondancer. I'm not going to just brush you off this time. I'll listen to what you have to say."
>"Well... It just made me feel... Worthless... I know it's stupid, but, you just meant so much to me."
>You're starting to see the importance of friends, so you get that
>"I never really thought you'd ever... Feel the same way."
"The past is in the past, I guess. I like you just fine, Moondancer."
>She squeezes your hand again
>Man, imagine what Sunny would think, this is more than making up!
>Maybe you can coordinate shitposting for fun after all this
>The two of you turn into a hallway, which you think is the G section—what with all the 'G's and everything—and begin approaching Discord's room
>308-G
>310-G
>312-G
>Moondancer's shaking so much it's starting to make YOUR arm tired
>Don't judge her too much, Twilight
>You've been like that when doing social things
>Huh, it's strange to think that you might be the more socially prepared in comparison with, well, anyone
>Odd feeling, really
>"T-Twilight... I-I'm not sure I can do this?"
"What? Be my Prime Sperg? You know I don't think you're actually a Prime Sperg, right?"
>"N-No, I know, but... D-Don't you think this is... Too fast?"
>You laugh
"There's no need to be so worked up over this, Moondancer."
>She blushes, which you notice now as the redness of her face has died down
>That's... Odd
>"I... I guess... D-Do I look okay?"
"What? You look fine. Still a bit roughed up, but fine. Why, do I look bad?"
>"N-No..."
>Moondancer smiles at you, coyly
>Hm...
>Nah, it's nothing, Twilight
>Don't make this weird
"Well, here we are!"
>You push open the door, opening it up into a hallway, a door on one side, a closet on the other, and a door at the end
>The one on the end is probably the one you want
>You move forward, and find yourself stopped in place by Moondancer
>She's still standing outside the door, holding your hand tightly, looking sheepish
"C'mon, Moondancer."
>"O-Okay..."
>You tug her along with you and open the door into the next room
>Inside, you spot Discord, Fluttershy, and—
"W-What the fuck?! W-What's going on here?!"
>"Simon! Welcome!"
>There's some dudebro looking guy in the room, popped collar and everything, along with a massive hamplanet in a Yoko cosplay
>Both are bound and gagged on the floor, looking at you with muffled screams for help, Discord sitting on the bed, watching TV and waving to you
>Fluttershy walks briskly over to you, ripping Moondancer's hand from yours and pulling her into the room
>Moondancer yelps
>"T-Twilight, w-what's going on?! Help!"
>Fluttershy smirks
>"I remember you. Good pick, Twilight."
>Discord scratches his chin as Fluttershy violently shoves Moondancer to the floor
>"Isn't that Moondancer? You know, Simon, typically I wouldn't allow the catch to be someone I'm hanging over someone else's head, but... I can make an exception for you!"
>You stand, frozen at the door as Fluttershy begins tying Moondancer up next to the other
"Y-Y-You never said anything bad would happen to the people we picked!"
>Discord looks at you with incredulity and laughs
>"What did you think would happen? This isn't fishing! We don't just throw 'em back into the water all willy-nilly! The whole point is to remove these things from the gene pool and let off steam."
>Moondancer whimpers as Fluttershy manhandles her on the floor
"Stop! I... I brought her here as a joke. Sh-She's not really that bad!"
>You spot the knives on the nightstand next to Discord
>What the FUCK were you thinking?!
>Of course Discord would do some fucked up shit, but... You're not the kind of person who'd even fucking THINK this shit up
>Discord points to the dudebro
>"You'll love this, Twilight. I can't believe you can even find people like this at Canter Con, but it's the genuine article. I hated guys like this back in my college days."
>Fluttershy, finished with Moondancer, kicks the hamplanet in the gut
>"She told me to 'eat a hamburger'. I fucking hate these kinds of people," she says, spitting on her face
>Your whole body feels as though it's shutting down on you
"I-I-I don't want anything to happen to Moondancer. I quit this stupid shit! This is just... Fucked up!"
>Discord groans and crosses his arms
>"You're being a real bummer. I brought you here so you could lighten up! You've seen Footloose, with Kevin Bacon, right? It's like that! Loosen up, man!"
>He stands up, a doting smile on his face, and walks over to you
>"Maybe you don't believe you can do this, but I do."
>Discord puts his hand on your shoulder
>"Listen up, Simon. Don't believe in yourself. Believe in me! Believe in the Kamina who believes in you! Let's carve up some pigs! They deserve it, don't they? I mean, after having to deal with Moondancer at the Game Shop, I can see why you chose her."
>You push him away from you, and his demeanor instantly changes from that friendly, fire-blooded Kamina act to a dead stone face
"NO! I... I didn't bring Moondancer here because she deserves to-to die! It was, you know, like a joke! Like, 'ha, you're SO bad'!"
>"Well, the whole point of this exercise was to get you to stop being such a pussy. Sometimes that means getting rid of people you might not want to."
>Discord's circling you now, his eyes peering down on you, sending chills through your body
>"If you don't do it, I will. AND then, oh, I don't know. You know, I never liked that Treehugger. Always seems to be stealing away my girls. I think I'll go for her first."
>You drop to your knees and clasp your hands together
"PLEASE! Please don't! This is wrong! Just... Just killing people for being, what, the kind of people you don't like?!"
>Discord shrugs dramatically, throwing a forearm across his forehead
>"Oh how terrible! Just get up, Twilight. It's embarrassing."
>Fluttershy is sitting on the bed, eyeing her prize, flipping a knife in her hand
>"Can you two wrap it up? I'm getting bored."
>Discord kneels down in front of you
>"CAN we wrap this up?"
>You look over to the bound sacrifices
>Unlike the others, Moondancer isn't screaming, but just peering through teary eyes at you, through you...
"Discord... If you really think we're anything alike, if we ARE alike, then... Then you have to know this is wrong! That... That just holing yourself up, and-and letting your misanthropy fester... It's not what we really want! It's just... Easier to distance yourself, to the point of thinking everyone else is shit, but... You have to see that this is wrong! W-What about Fluttershy and I? W-We're y-your friends, and d-doesn't that prove that—"
>Discord bursts out laughing, louder than you've ever heard him
>It echoes throughout the room
>"Are you seriously giving some monologue about, what, the power of 'friendship' or something? That's rich. It really is."
"B-But... I-If I'm wrong, th-then you're wrong about me!"
>"No, all you have to do is loosen up. You're drinking the kool-aid of the masses."
>FUCKING THINK, TWILIGHT
"Sh-She's the daughter of someone who works for you! Th-That's bad for business or something!"
>"I never liked her anyways, and Safety Dancer still has a wife to worry about, too."
>Fluttershy stands from her seat on the bed and scoffs loudly
>"This is taking too long!"
>She flips the knife in her hand, smiling, and eyes the hamplanet
>Next thing you know the knife in her hand comes slamming down into—
>You turn away and close your eyes, the sound of muffled screaming and a hilt meeting flesh over and over filling your ears
"STOP!"
>Fluttershy cackles, sitting atop the bulbous now-corpse
>"I told you she was a pussy."
>Discord pats you on the shoulder and stands up
>"You're up, kid!"
"NO!"
>"I'm getting awfully tired of this, Twilight."
>Fuck, what the fuck can you do?!
"L-Let me substitute someone else for her! Please! I-If I have to do this, at least give me that!"
>Discord scratches at his chin, and you hope he's actually thinking it over now
>"I guess we CAN take baby steps..."
"G-Great!"
>Fluttershy shrugs and crosses her arms, caked in blood
>"You're always giving her outs..."
>"Baby steps, Fluttershy... But—"
>Discord turns back to you
>"—If you don't come back with someone, and if you don't get some hands on experience... Well, I would hate to be your friends and family."
>You nod grimly
"Great..."
>"Fluttershy, untie Moondancer, please."
>She gives a minor tantrum before complying, cutting the duct tape from Moondancer's wrists and feet and removing her gag
>Once her mouth is free, Moondancer begins to cry out, heavily and loudly, a sort of mixture of screaming and sobbing
>Discord raises his eyebrows at you
>"Well? Get her out of here. And I want you back here quick. No dilly-dallying, young lady."
>He turns to Moondancer
>"And you. No talking about this. I'm sure you can think of the reasons why it would be a bad idea."
>You crawl over to Moondancer, and she swipes your hand away when you try to help her up
>"G-Get away from me!"
"Moondancer, please, I'm trying to help!"
>She curls up into the fetal position, unable to deal with the situation, her back covered in the blood seeping from the body lying next to her
>Discord shrugs
>"I'm going to change my mind soon..."
"Moondancer, please!"
>No response, she simply continues to sob wildly
>Not knowing what else to do, you try and scoop her up in your arms
>She kicks at you
>God damn it, just let me save you!
>You're going to fucking die if you don't let me do this!
>You grab a hold of one of her arms, and begin dragging her across the floor
>"Why?! W-What the fuck?!"
>Moondancer mutters to herself as you pull her, every muscle in your body threatening to shut down from the exertion and bruises of earlier
>Fluttershy rolls her eyes
>"This is just pathetic."
"Moondancer, please!"
>You try to get a better hold of her, wrapping your arms below her armpits, finally dragging her out of the room as she goes limp, no longer willing or able to fight you
>Pushing your way through the door to the outside hallway, you finally free Moondancer from room 324-G
>She's still in hysterics, though there's no one around to hear her
"Moondancer, please, you have to calm down... I know... I know this was fucked up, but you have to calm down for both of our sakes!"
>"Why?! I-I-I thought y-you, w-we... But..."
>She continues sobbing
>You kneel down to try and comfort her, but she pushes you away
"Moondancer, please, let me help—"
>She clutches her head in her hands and shrieks.
>"I-It's like you fucking exist just to torture me! Just get away from me!"
"Moondancer—"
>"STOP!"
>You fall back onto your rear, Moondancer splayed out and crying before you, her cosplay covered in blood
>Fuck, if she just stays here... That could make your attempt to save her moot
>And she definitely has to get rid of the bloody clothes
"Moondancer... You have to pick yourself up. If you're wailing like this, if you bring attention to yourself, if you ever tell anyone about this... Your family, your friends, YOU will be in danger... You HAVE to pick yourself up!"
>"Twilight, p-please. Just leave me alone. I can't... I can't even..."
>You stand up and grab her Simon the Driller coat, and begin trying to remove it from her
>"S-Stop!"
"Moondancer, you have to! I'm trying to keep you fucking safe, okay?!"
>The coat comes off over her head, leaving her with her undershirt, which isn't too obviously coated with anything
>Fuck this is so fucked up
>You bundle the coat up into a ball, and plan to throw it away in the next garbage can you can find
"Now you have to get out of here. Please!"
>"I-I can't. I can't!"
>She just mumbles that over and over to herself
"If... If you don't, then I'll have to bring you back in there!"
>"NO!"
"I'll have to!"
>Face stained with tears, Moondancer is finally fear-stricken enough to stumble onto her feet, running away without looking back
>Bluffing with something like that... You didn't have a choice, did you?
>You watch glumly as Moondancer runs down the carpeted hallway in hysterics, veering out of sight not too long after
>Right now, you suppose you'll just have to hope that she's either too shaken up to talk about this, or has the good sense to do as you said
>She just saw someone die, right next to her, and YOU put her in that position
>It's not a fun experience, though...
>You take a deep breath, Moondancer's bloodstained coat in your hands
>Watching someone die, well, you just did that as well, and while you're shaken, freaked out, you're not... Collapsed, or freaking out beyond control
>That scares you a little
>Right now, you have to find someone to... Offer to Discord
>Fuck, you're not sure you can even do this
>Everything's so fucked, but...
>No, just walk, do what you have to do
>You walk down the hallway, making your way back down to the main area
>On the way there, you toss Moondancer's coat into the garbage, and hope it gets lost in some dump forever
>The costume contest seems to be over, most people milling about in the large entrance area of the convention
>While many people have left, there's still a sizable number of people still here
>Oh fuck, what are you even supposed to do...
>Pluck someone out for death?
>That...
>Maybe you can just walk around the convention floor and hope to find it in yourself to bring someone with you
>All these fucking spergs...
>In their Naruto cosplays...
>Talking about slash fiction...
>You can't even get mad right now
>There's a buzzing in your pocket
>"[Don't keep me waiting TOO long, Twilight]"
>You stop in the middle of the convention hall, a sense of impending doom lolling over you
>This... How are you supposed to do this?!
>Letting out a distressed sigh, trying not to let your composure slack too visibly, you spot someone staring at you, alone and far away off in a corner to themselves
>Zecora
>As in the Everfree Park, so too here, her stare gives you the creeps
>She knows Discord, she came here to speak with him
>Fuck it, maybe she can help you
>It can't possibly make things any worse
>There's not much else you can do...
>You make the walk over to Zecora, somewhat secluded from the others
>In this corner, you can barely hear the chatter of the horde of spergs behind you
>Zecora, despite being dressed as a slutty schoolgirl samurai, has a definite air of authority around her
>You stop a couple feet in front of her, unsure of what to say
>There's a silence between the two of you before she straightens up and looks into your eyes
>"You are unlike Discord's other... Pet."
>She puts some disdain into that final word
>"You are not a pet of his at all, are you? Despite how he may speak of, who I assume is, you."
>You're not quite sure what she's getting at
"I-I don't..."
>Zecora stares off past you
>"What is it that you want?"
>Why did you even come over to her?
>If she's doing the whole 'creepy staring' thing, maybe she wants something from you...
"H-Help... And what do you want from me?"
>"There are many who wish to see him gone..."
>Is she saying she'll help you?
>Or something?
>You explain the situation to her
>Discord's insane 'hunt', and that he's threatening you if you don't comply, but nothing more
>She scoffs indignantly
>"There is no sense to that man..."
>Zecora turns back to you and sighs
>"In this situation, you must do as he wills."
>That's no help at all!
"But—"
>"Simply go with the yellow one next time. Perhaps you will not be put in these situations forever."
>Zecora turns away from you and walks away
"But... Wait!"
>She ignores you and disappears into the throng of autists
>FUCK
>That was no fucking help at all, fucking cryptic striped mixtape dropping—
>"YOU."
>On your right side, you spot the extremely overweight Light Yagami
>"You're supposed to be dead!"
>He begins madly scribbling in his Death Note, clearly straining as he writes your name down with showy pizzazz
>Even if this guy is total sperg piece of shit who deserves to die
>That doesn't mean he literally deserves to die
>The dude's just extremely autistic!
>Fuck
>As NotVeryLight Fagami finishes, he looks up at you, peeking over his notebook, panting
>After what's probably 40 seconds, he looks confused
>"WHY?!"
"It's not a real fucking Death Note you idiot!"
>The guy goes back to scribbling...
>It's then that the pager in your pocket goes off again
>"[Tick tock]"
>FUCK
>Okay, maybe this guy doesn't deserve to die, but...
>Him, or you and all your friends and family?!
>Ugh, is this Light Yagami logic supposed to be ironic or some shit?
>Fuck fuck fuck... There's no getting out of this, is there?!
>"Twilight Sparkle: Heart Attack."
>You breath in and out, deeply
>This guy...
>He stomps his feet as, miraculously, you survive another attempt on your life
>"YOU... YOU SLUT!"
>What the fuck did you fucking do to this guy, aside from reject him harshly?!
>Fuck it, if the guy's willing to, in his own mind, literally try and kill you...
>Just don't think, Twilight
>You walk towards him, pushing your way past him
>"Hey!"
"Go fuck yourself."
>You turn around, the guy following after you, constantly writing
>Jesus, maybe this guy has some sort of literal brain condition, and—
>No, don't think about it
>Just lead him up to...
>This... You're not doing anything wrong...
>It's...
>"TWILIGHT SPARKLE: AFTER REJECTING SCHOONER, SHE IS RACKED WITH GUILT AND COMMITS SUICIDE BY HANGING"
>Schooner continues following you, through the convention
>You enter the same elevator that you'd been in with Moondancer, though, this time you know full well what for
>What the Prime Sperg really was
>This whole hunt
>Discord... It's almost like he just wants you to be another him
>Or that he thinks there's some psychopath bubbling under your skin
>There isn't, though, is there?
>You... Maybe you're bringing this Schooner guy up to...
>But...
>You wouldn't if you had any other choice!
>This isn't your fault...
>No, it is...
>Fuck, you don't know what to think right now
>Schooner stands in the opposite corner of the elevator, still writing in his fucking notebook
>At this point... It's not anger inducing
>It's not even vicarious spaghetti
>Just incredibly sad
>You try to get a hold of yourself as your breathing becomes more erratic
>"Is it happening?! Is it working?"
"What is your problem?"
>"Twilight Sparkle, I was kind to you at first, but you have incurred my wrath!"
>Before you can say anything, he goes back to writing frantically
>At this point, you're almost certain he's, at best, a literal sperg
>God, there was a point in time when you'd, at least in your imagination, gladly be doing this sort of shit
>The elevator door opens
>You hesitate, but...
>It's this, or everyone you care for will...
>Without thinking, you find that you're already outside the elevator
>Somehow, you end up in front of 324-G
>No...
>Fuck...
>You can't do this
"Schooner, just go away..."
>"NEVER! NOT UNTIL I HAVE WROUGHT MY WRATH!"
>His hand criss-crosses across his Death Note, pen in hand as he cackles
"Please! Just get out of here! I—"
>The door behind you creaks open
>Fluttershy pops her head out looking miffed, as usually
>"This fat fuck, huh?"
>Schooner growls
>"IF I HAD THE SHINIGAMI EYES, YOU TOO WOULD BE DEAD YOU YELLOW WHORE."
>At that, Fluttershy strides out into the hallway, shoving you aside
>"TWILIGHT SPARKLE: AFTER—"
>Fluttershy socks him in the mouth, causing him to fall onto his back, stunned
>"Help me get him into the room."
"N-No! I-I changed my mind! I-I-I can't do this!"
>Fluttershy rolls her eyes, Schooner gripping at his face
>You just stand, dumbfounded and paralyzed, as Fluttershy drags the fat cosplayer by the legs and into the room
>Fuck, she must be stronger than she looks, even if she looks pretty in shape to begin with
>No, is that even the thing to be thinking about right now?!
"Look, I... I brought someone, so..."
>"And now you have to see it to the end. That's the point," she says, finally dragging Schooner into the room in full
>With no other choice, you shuffle into the room after them
>Discord is lying back on the bed watching television, two corpses at the foot
>That dudebro guy...
>Must've happened while you were gone
>"Twilight! My, what do we have here?"
>"WHEN I GET THOSE SHINIGAMI EYES, I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!"
>Discord pauses, then breaks out into uproarious laughter, wiping away tears
>"Twilight, I've done this hunt often, and... Well done. You win this year's hunt, by far. By far!"
"I... I don't want to do anything more than I already have..."
>Discord shrugs
>"Too bad."
>Without warning, Discord tosses a knife at you
>You scamper back and to the side, barely getting out of its way
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
>"You were supposed to catch the thing!"
>Discord looks on at you expectantly as Fluttershy begins taping up Schooner, who is screaming about the Death Note the whole while
>Looking down at the knife, you can't bring yourself to pick it up
"I... I can't do this!"
>You bring your back against the wall, sliding down it slowly
>"Do you want Treehugger's head in a bag or in a box?"
"NEITHER!"
>Discord throws his hands up in the air
>"Then I guess you know what you have to do!"
>Schooner is writhing on the ground, now gagged
>The knife is at your feet...
>You pick it up in your hands, trembling, and look over at Schooner
>He... He's not even afraid, simply frothing mad, blubbering through his gag, eyes of pure sperg rage peering into yours
>"Well? Just do it!"
>Fluttershy shrugs
>"You're wasting our time! You're so fucking uncool."
"I-I..."
>God, what the fuck does 'cool' have to do with any of this?
>Just another one of her 'you're too lame for Discord' things again?
>Standing yourself back up on wobbly legs, you shamble towards Schooner, blade in hand
>He's able to
>No, this is wrong
>This is too fucked up
>There's no way you can...
>Schooner is able to lather enough spittle onto the duct tape around his mouth to slide it off
>"YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL ME WITH PETTY GAIJIN WEAPONRY LIKE THAT! YOU FOOLS! EACH OF YOU WILL BE PUT INTO MY DEATH NOTE!"
>Fluttershy growls
>"SHUT HIM UP, TWILIGHT!"
>You bring the knife in front of you, pointing downwards, holding it in both hands, ready to plunge it downwards
>Fluttershy and Discord watch as you falter, unable to go on
>"Twilight, really... You're going to choose him over yourself and everyone you know? You know he's already dead, right? What's it matter if it's you?"
>Discord chuckles
>"Don't believe in yourself. Don't even believe in the me who believes in you. Believe in the you who believes in yourself! You can do it!"
"I... I can't!"
>You turn the knife on yourself, no intent to DO anything
>Discord wants you alive, right?!
>Discord laughs
>"Oh, yes, go ahead."
"Y-You don't think I will?!"
>Discord stretches on the bed, giggling to himself
>"YOU BAKA GAIJINS WILL ALL PERISH! TWILIGHT, THIS YELLOW SLUT, AND YOU TOO, KAMINA!"
>Fluttershy grits her teeth
>"Twilight, just do it before I do!"
>You look down on Schooner, your view obfuscated through tears
>"ALL OF YOU! DEAD! BAKA GAIJ—"
>Schooner's voice turns from a yell, to a gargled scream, to a foaming moan, a knife lodged deep in his throat
>It doesn't take long for him to become completely silent
>The only sound in the room is that of a knife hitting flesh, over and over, along with Discord watching National Lampoon's Vacation
>"FUCKING ANNOYING PIECE OF SHIT!"
>Discord groans
>"Fluttershy," he says, drawing her name out in a whimper, "what was that for?!"
>She doesn't respond, straddling Schooner's body as she drives the knife through his blobby flesh over and over, scowling and shrieking with a mad look in her eyes
>You stumble back and drop your knife before falling to the floor
>Discord sighs and turns to you
>"Fluttershy, you know her... A bit impulsive at times. That's why you ought to do things quick, Twilight!"
>No, fuck...
"B-But..."
>Panting, Fluttershy slides off of Schooner, caked in a fresher layer of blood
>Jesus Christ...
>"That looked like a bit of a work out."
>Fluttershy frowns
>"He wouldn't shut up... Twilight took too long. Discord, I told you about her... Now you have to punish her. I told you! She isn't like us!"
>Discord crosses his arms
>"Do I really HAVE to do anything, Fluttershy?!"
>"YES! You saw! She hesitated!"
>She glares at you with a twisted sense of victory
>"Let me do it! Oh, how about her dad! Discord, you—"
>"Fluttershy, I didn't realize you were the one making the rules around here!"
>"N-No, but..."
>Discord turns to you
>"Twilight, I've decided that you can't really be held at fault here. I'm sure you were right on the cusp of doing it..."
>"BUT—"
>"Fluttershy, the whole point of all of this was to help Twilight loosen up. Like Kevin Bacon! And look what you did. You hogged all the fun. How can I blame Twilight for something YOU did?"
>Fluttershy clenches her teeth and begins walking towards you with knife in hand
>You recoil and close your eyes
>"Fluttershy."
>She shrieks
>"WHY?!"
>"Because you ruined what could have been the perfect end to the perfect day... I'm very disappointed."
>Fluttershy turns to Discord and scampers off over to his bedside and kneels down
>"Please," she says, her voice now much more meek, "Please, you have to punish her! What can she do that I can't?! Why won't you just—"
>Discord places an index finger against Fluttershy's lips
>"Shush, please. Just so you know, I WAS going to do something, but... Your behavior, right now, well... I'm very disappointed in you, young lady."
>You watch from the floor, confused and quivering, as they talk
>What the fuck...
>In a way, you can almost thank Fluttershy for being her usual cunt self
>And Schooner...
>You're disgusted with yourself, but you're feeling extremely relieved
>Unlike the last times you'd seen someone die, right now, you're fine
>It's just... It's just the shock, and the overwhelming feeling of knowing everyone's still safe, for now
>Except for Schooner, but...
>Discord finishes talking to Fluttershy, you hadn't paid attention to what they were saying
>"Twilight, what do you say we all sit back and watch some Chevy Chase in his prime?!"
"I... I don't have a choice, do I?"
>He shakes his head, smiling
>You crawl towards the bed and up onto the mattress
>"Ah, ah. Twilight, you'll be on my right side this time. Fluttershy, scooch over, will you?"
>"B-But..."
>Fluttershy whimpers as she complies
>You settle down next to Discord, squirming as he puts an arm around you and Fluttershy
>"Now this is the good life! Sitting back, watching classics with my girls!"
>Fluttershy doesn't reply, too busy...
>Sobbing, apparently
>Softly, but you can still hear her
"Y-Yeah..."
>At least...
>At least you made it through today, if only by the seat of your pants...
>At the cost of...
>Don't think about it
>You watch as Clark Griswold heads on his cross-country journey across the country to Walley World
>A trio of corpses at the foot of the bed, just out of sight
>The movie seems to drag on forever as you huddle against Discord
>You're not exactly feeling the comedy of the moment
>Throughout the entirety of the film, Fluttershy whimpers quietly to herself
>Once the credits roll, Discord lets out a long sigh
>"You know, I'm thinking we should go on a vacation of our own!"
>He pats you on the shoulder
>"Let's all take a field trip. What do you say?"
>What CAN you say?
"O-Okay..."
>Fluttershy nods passively
>Discord hops to attention off the bed
>"Well?"
>You slide off the bed, trying to avert your eyes from the pile of bodies
>Fluttershy follows after Discord, still soaked in blood
"Y-You're not going to... Get rid of the... Or, what about Fluttershy?"
>Discord chortles
>"The fun is in the hunt, not in the tidying after. I have clean-up for that! And Fluttershy can just wipe herself off with a towel. But please, both of you hurry up."
>You stand by awkwardly as Fluttershy cleans herself up
>Her cosplay isn't too stained, though, there wasn't much to stain in the first place
>Once she's finished, she picks up her rifle, toting it on her shoulder
>"And now, let's go!" Discord says
>Trailing behind Discord and Fluttershy, you exit the room, leaving Schooner and the rest to rot in this hotel room until Discord's people 'clean them up'
>They'll just... Disappear from existence, impending cold cases
>And you had a hand in part of it
>Even if you didn't want to, you... Someone is DEAD because of you
>And Moondancer... Who knows how much tonight is going to fuck with her head
>You?
>You feel like you should be more disturbed, viscerally, but...
>Passing through the convention hall, you notice that there's still quite a lot of people here, chattering in large groups
>"EGGHEAD!"
>Rainbow Dash rushes over to you, a trophy in her hands
>"I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU!"
>She turns to Fluttershy, first confused, then ecstatic
>"Dang... Awesome cosplay, Fluttershy! Seriously! And... Random guy. Nice Kamina."
>Discord smiles
>"That's quite an accurate Haruhi you have. Congrats on the win."
>"Worked on it myself. Rainbow Dash doesn't do anything half-assed."
>Rainbow smiles back at Discord before turning to you and Fluttershy
>"Anyways, I'll catch you two later."
>You all wave Rainbow Dash off
>Discord nods to himself as Rainbow heads back to Trixie and the Anime Club
>Rainbow points you out to them, and they all wave and smile at you
>You wave and smile back
>"You guys didn't tell me you had a friend with so much spunk! Rainbow Dash, huh? I like her."
>Oh fuck no
"I... Don't think you should..."
>Fluttershy nods
>"Rainbow... No, you wouldn't like her."
>"Oh, we'll see, I suppose... Anywho, let's head off!"
>You follow Discord out to his gaudy, anime laden car
>Fucking hate how he just gets to toy with you
>Already did the whole fucking Canter Con thing...
>Now a road trip?
>Once you get inside the car, you ask him a question
"Where exactly are we going?"
>"Oh, nowhere far at all. But I think it'll be a place you like."
>The car starts up and begins playing more music from the Gurren Lagann OST
>You just want to go home and forget all this shit ever happened
>Get out of this fucking cosplay
>Staring out the window, you watch as Canter Con disappears behind you
>As the car ride continues, Discord blabbers on about why he likes Gurren Lagann
>His thoughts on the first half versus the second half
>You don't really listen, and—
"That's..."
>The buildings around you are starting to look familiar
>Too familiar
>Once the car pulls up outside Treehugger's apartment, you begin to feel the way you thought you should've been feeling this whole time
>In complete despair
>"Here we are! I know you girls like this place."
"D-Discord! I thought you were going to leave her alone!"
>"I never said anything of the sort! I've only met with this Treehugger once, and if she's just so GREAT that both of you run off to her, well, she must be a swell lass. We can all hang out, have a good time... Now come on, let's all head inside! Don't want to keep her waiting."
>Discord smiles and heads out of the car
>Fluttershy follows, looking annoyed
>You try to keep yourself from falling to pieces
>Otherwise... That might be the state you'll find Treehugger in
>If you don't play along with Discord, only bad things can happen
>Hopping out of the car, you follow Discord and Fluttershy up into the apartment and to Treehugger's door
>Maybe this will just be another flight of insane fancy, but this time—unlike all the other times—no one will die!
>Fuck, please, no!
>Why!
>"Twilight, are you crying? There's no reason to cry. We're visiting a friend! Now go on, knock on the door."
>Discord stands off to the side with Fluttershy and gives you a thumbs up
>Trembling, you look on at the door
>You brought that fucking autist to Discord...
>Now you're bringing Discord to someone you actually care about
"I..."
>"It's just knocking on a door, for God's sake. Twilight, I believe in you!"
>This time he gives you two thumbs up
>If you don't do this... Something worse than whatever it is Discord's planning will happen
>That much you do know...
>You knock on the door and wait
>A few moments later, it creaks open, revealing a smiling Treehugger
>"Spark Bug! Been a while."
>She looks you up and down
>"Woah, neat clothes. Really diggin' it. Come on in!"
>Treehugger opens the door wider to welcome you
>Discord walks over to your side with Fluttershy, placing a hand on your shoulder, beaming at Treehugger
>"Hello again, friend!"
>Her smile dissipates immediately, though she tries to hide her fear
>"H-Hey, man..."
>"You're going to let us in, aren't you? We drove a long way."
"Treehugger, I-I'm so sorry..."
>Discord laughs, pushing himself through the door, you along with him
>"Sorry? I'm sure we're not inconveniencing her TOO much. Are we?"
>Treehugger stands aside, letting you all into her apartment, the thinnest veneer of pleasantry at surface while a bead of sweat runs down her forehead
>"Not... It's no problem at all, man."
>She closes the door behind you and walks off briskly to her couch
>"Uh, have a seat, guys. N-Need anything?"
>Discord takes a seat on a chair off to the side of the room
>"Oh, no, we're all fine."
>Fluttershy takes a seat on his lap
>"Twilight—'Spark Bug'—why don't you take a seat with your friend over there."
>You gulp and turn to Treehugger, deep regret strewn across your face
>Not wanting to fuck this situation up any more, you walk over to Treehugger and sit next to her
"I'm so sorry..."
>She puts an arm around you
>"Everything's fine. You didn't do anything wrong. We're all... We're all friends here, right?"
>She laughs uneasily
>However, she stops laughing when Discord pulls the gun out, pointing it at the two of you
"Hey! Please, I did what you wanted! Discord, please!"
>"Can I ask you a question, Treehugger?"
>You can feel her bones chattering as she shakes, pulling you closer to herself
>"Shoo—Sure..."
>Discord chuckles slightly
>"That would've been a fun little accident... But, no, what I wanted to ask is—"
>He moves the gun from side to side, slightly, Fluttershy frowning slightly on his lap as he does so
>"—which one of you should I shoot?"
"Discord, please! She didn't do anything, I—"
>You shut your mouth as he brings the gun over you
>Both you and Treehugger are trembling in each others' arms
>Fluttershy mutters to herself
>Probably about how he should shoot you...
>"I wasn't asking for your input, Twilight. Though, it is appreciated. ANYWAYS—"
>Discord stands from his seat and walks over to you and Treehugger, gun at his side
>"—what should I do, Tree Embrace?"
>Treehugger puts her arms across your chest, and takes a deep breath
>"Fuck you, man... And fuck your negative ass vibes. Do what you want. Just leave her alone."
>Discord laughs, gripping at his sides
>"Vibes?!"
"Sh-She didn't mean it! Just... Don't—"
>Discord brings the gun to Treehugger's head, pushing her back into the couch
>You yelp, and try to push him out of the way, but he holds you back with his free arm
>"Twilight, please, you're making such a big fuss out of this!"
>Tears are streaming down your face, and Treehugger's
>"Spark Bug, it's okay, man."
"PLEASE, PLEASE! DON'T!"
>Fluttershy yawns and rolls her eyes, looking at you with condescension
"Sh-She's your friend too! Y-You can't just—"
>"Can't just what?"
>FUCKING FLUTTERSHY
>FUCKING DISCORD
>FUCKING YOU
"STOP!"
>Discord sighs
>"REALLY. You're making this so much bigger than it needs to be."
>He smiles and peers into Treehugger's eyes
>"Now. What would your last words be? Please, try and be creative."
>"Please don't, man..."
>Discord smirks
>"'Please don't'? That's pretty weak. I mean, it makes sense..."
>"Don't hurt her."
>Discord bobs his head from side to side, considering Treehugger's new words
"Discord, please, just stop!"
>"Twilight. I'm thinking of a number between one and ten. Pick a number, and if it's the one I'm thinking of, I won't shoot."
>FUCK
"Uh... Seven?"
>Discord makes a buzzer noise
>"Spark Bug, it'll be—"
>He pulls the trigger
>Smattering Treehugger's face with water
"What... What the fuck!"
>"You should've seen the look on your faces! Priceless! PRICELESS!"
>Discord nearly doubles over in laughter
>Beside you, Treehugger slumps into the couch, shaking, her face streaked with tears and water
>"You—You really thought it was all over! Bang! Like that! Ha!"
>He brings up the gun and begins squirting both you and Treehugger with water, giggling as small spurts land on your faces
>You bring your arms up to your face
>This... Things are always surreal with Discord, but the constant shit he's putting you through...
>You're relieved, beyond relief, that Treehugger is okay, and you're not even able to feel anger or terror right now
>Discord gives a few more pulls of the trigger before sighing and resting his hands on his hips
>"You know," he says, smiling at you through his Kamina glasses, "I think I see why she's been stealing you girls away. Willing to die for you! Woo, that is crazy."
>In the corner, sitting on her chair, Fluttershy is quivering in anger
>"Are you actually going to kill her now?"
>"What? Why would I do that?"
>Fluttershy stands up and slowly approaches you, drawing out a knife
>You slide over into Treehugger
>"It's not fair!"
"I-Isn't she your friend too!"
>"She means more to you than to me! You're always fucking up, but Discord doesn't..."
>She lets out a growl and raises her knife, staring daggers into Treehugger
>"Tsst," Discord hisses, squirting Fluttershy with his water gun
>"Bad Fluttershy. No," he says in a babying tone
>"But—"
>He squirts her again and her arm falls to her side
>Then, she collapses to the ground, letting out a harsh, guttural cry
>"WHY! SHE HASN'T EARNED ANYTHING!"
>On hand and knee, she begins to grope for Discord's crotch, only to receive more water in the face
>This fucking yellow psychopath only seems crazier and crazier every fucking time you encounter her
>Discord turns to you and Treehugger, frowning
>"Yikes, am I right?"
>He lets out a breathy chuckle
>"I'm sorry about her. Fluttershy's usually great around people!"
>You look down at fluttershy as she shudders with her whole body in a terrifying display of absolute despair
>If you were in the mood for wry observation, you'd probably be thinking about anti-spirals right now
>But you're not
>Instead, you are simply glad that Discord has such a hold on Fluttershy
>And it seems like the more she's acting out, the more it puts you in his good graces
>As little as you want to be in anything of his
>You word your next words carefully—telling Discord what to do hasn't been going over well for anyone, lately
"Fluttershy is... Making this awkward..."
>He nods
>"This was supposed to be a fun outing, but I suppose Fluttershy wasn't finished being a disappointment. No you weren't, no you weren't!"
>He talks to her like she's a pet, squirting her playfully
>She doesn't seem to react
>"Treehugger, I know I'm cutting this short, but I'm afraid we'll just have to continue this later. Fluttershy needs some attention."
>He slings the yellow psycho over his shoulder, and she just hangs limp and sobbing
>"I think it would be best if I just left you here. Fluttershy likes to be alone when she gets all DRAMATIC. You understand, don't you?"
"Um... Yes, yes I understand..."
>He smiles brightly and gives you a wave
>"Remember. Believe in the you who believes in yourself! And don't let anyone tell you Gurren Lagann is bad. You know, I've sort of understood why the second half might turn off some people, but—"
>Discord stops himself and laughs
>"I'll be here forever if I start on this."
>You try to laugh
"Y-Yeah..."
>"I'll see you girls later. Toodles!"
>With some finger waggling he exits, Fluttershy's loud wailing echoing into the apartment from the hall
>You just sit down with Treehugger, neither of you talking nor doing much of anything
>Both of you just need some time to... Take in what had happened
>Fluttershy's sobs eventually fade out completely
>Treehugger stands, shaking as she paces
"I'm... I'm sorry."
>"For what?" she stammers
"For... This. For everything."
>She sighs harshly, wiping her face dry with her shirt
>"I don't think you brought that fucker here because you wanted to... Fuck, I need to..."
>Treehugger disappears into another room for a few moments, before returning with a joint and a lighter
>She lights it and puts it to her lips, inhaling deeply
>It doesn't seem to calm her down much, still jittering as she walks back and forth in front of you
>"Fuck, man..."
>She falls beside you onto the couch, shaking her head
>"I really thought that was going to be it, man... Fuck." Treehugger takes another shaky puff, then holds the joint out in front of you. "Want to?"
"N-No... It's okay..."
>You slump into Treehugger, letting your entire body go slack
>Today...
>After a week of returning to your hikikomori lifestyle, listless and grungy, today hit like a fucking sledgehammer
>There was no escaping from this shit
>Hell, trying to escape, not visiting Discord... That could've spurred on all of this shit
>Now here you were, in some stupid anime cosplay, after almost seeing your friend get her brains blown out
>Maybe it's luck that Discord is as crazy as he is
>It could have been a real gun, after all
>Treehugger continues to tremor, and you can't tell how much of your own shaking is hers and what's your own
>After a whole fucking day of running around, fighting, and everything else... You must smell awful
>Does she notice?
>Fuck, why even think about that right now?
"Treehugger?"
>She turns to face you as you lean against her shoulder
"Why would you... Why would you do what you did? You could have died, and... I'm not worth that."
>As she puts her arm around you, you feel that familiar sense of calm fall over you, though she is still trembling herself
>"I just did what I did, Spark Bug. I didn't really think about it."
>You nuzzle yourself against her chest, taking a deep breath
>That hazy, drug-infused air of her apartment has almost become reflexively soothing
>It was "her smell", you suppose
>Sounds creepy when you put it like that
>Treehugger pulls you in tighter and sighs sharply, looking tense
>Her eyes are drawn over your clothing as you fiddle with the core drill on your necklace
>"So... What are you wearing, exactly?" she asks, trying to move past what had just occurred
"It's a Simon the Driller cosplay... Discord... He dragged me to a convention for some fucked up shit... I... I tried to do what he wanted, to keep you—everyone—safe, but he still came here... It's my fault..."
>"Spark bug, it's okay," she says, rubbing her hand along your arm. "What happened? Or... Do you not want to talk about it?"
>You shift, lying your head down onto Treehugger's lap, looking up at her with your legs hanging off the arm of the couch
>Talking about this...
>You got somebody killed
>At the time, you weren't overwhelmed with guilt
>'Everyone would be okay', you thought
>Now, you see that whether or not people will live or die is all up to Discord's fickle whims
>Perhaps that's why he drove out here with you and Fluttershy
>Schooner's death was meaningless
>And who knows what's going to happen with Moondancer...
>No, you shouldn't put that on Treehugger
>She's done enough for you, hell, she was willing to put her life above yours
>There was a silence between the two of you and she frowned
>One hand ran along your arm, the other against her lips as she smoked
"I... I keep thinking that there has to be some way through this..." you say, staring at the ceiling. "Things feel hopeless."
>"A little," she replies with a small smile that fades slowly into a subtle frown
>Your breath sharpens slightly as fingers run through your mangy hair
>"Things might be okay, Spark Bug..."
>Treehugger's voice was infused with melancholy
"Might..."
>"Yeah."
>There's a swelling inside of you—of stress, exhaustion, anguish, threatening to burst out of you, splitting your skin if it must to escape
>You hold it back
>Too much crying today, this week, this month...
>Crying isn't going to do anything for you, for Treehugger, your family
>Someone cries because things could be better, but if you somehow made it out of this Discord thing, then what?
>What real connections have you made?
>No matter how much you try to reach out, you'll always be in a no man's land
>A phantom trying to grasp at the real
>Normal people, the way they FEEL with one another...
>That's not something you've felt, is it?
>Maybe you know more people, have had your experiences with them, but there's still that gap
>One, you assume, that's wider than it should be
>It's not that you're heartless and cruel, like Discord—you want to be where everyone else is—but you feel blind and fumbling when it comes to finding where that is
>You reach up and grab one of Treehugger's locks in your finger tips
>It feels surprisingly like rope, you find, as you let your arm fall back down to your side, her fingers still gently gliding through your hair
"I'm sorry... For everything, like I said, but..."
>"But?"
"All I've ever done to is throw my baggage on you," you say, frowning. "What else do I do when I'm here, but ruin your day? It's never a happy occasion when I'm here, or whatever... It's... I-I'm using you, aren't I? Isn't that what it is? Because you're a good person, and I'm not. I'm just... Awful."
>Treehugger's eyes peer into yours with a faint warmth
>"Do you spend all your time away from here thinking of new ways to beat yourself up?"
>She grips your arm, as if to try and reassure you
>"You can only do what you can do, you know? People being there for you... That's not a ding against you, Spark Bug. The shit you've been through... Fuck, you're the one going out there for everyone else. How's that using?"
"I don't know... Maybe I am just saying stuff to, to make myself feel bad or something, but it feels true to me. None of this would have happened if I just stayed inside like I was supposed to."
>"C'mon, Spark Bug. This stuff again? Why're you supposed to be all by yourself?"
>You shrug as her thumb brushes against the top of your forehead
"It's the same stuff, but... Different. Everything I did to get myself in all this trouble, as stupid as it sounds, I did it to be popular. Well-liked. To 'be cool'. I didn't care to, you know, actually know or care about anyone else. It was all to make me feel better about myself, or something gay like that."
>Shifting once more, you move yourself upright, your legs forming a tent over Treehugger's as you lean against her
>You think about how much your life has changed as of late, and how much it hasn't
>All the surreal criminal element shit, all the violence...
>Put that aside, and you still feel basically as trapped within yourself, even if you have more 'friends' now
>How well do you even really know some of them?
>Sunny's going to get herself killed because of what you've done, you have such strong feelings for her, but... How much to you really know her?
>How much have you cared to really know about her?
>You were always only ever complaining to her about meaningless shit until recently
>She cared about you, lots of people did, and maybe that's just the way people work
>And you don't know what's keeping you from doing the same
>It was always, 'just be cooler, 'just be hotter', 'just do some other stupid shit to get people to flock to you'
"I'm just worried that things haven't changed... That I'm just going to be stuck forever. That maybe my head's just been put on wrong and I don't know what it's like to—Ugh, this is just dumb stuff that I'm blabbering about."
>"It's not dumb," Treehugger says, holding you to her chest. "Like I said before, Spark Bug, no one who beats themselves up so much can be a bad person."
>You feel so autistic for piling your self-loathing musings onto her
"I don't know... If I was a good person, I would be where I am, would I?"
>"Here?"
"You know what I mean..."
>She chuckles softly
>"I know what you mean... If you don't believe in yourself, Spark Bug, you're just going to have to trust that I believe in you. A lot."
"I thought you didn't know what I was wearing."
>"I don't. Why?"
>You smile as you nestle against her
"Never mind."
>"Maybe you don't think it, man, but I'm glad every time I get to see you. Like, yeah, not a fan of the crazy guy, but that's not your fault. And even now, you've still got such a glow to you, Spark Bug."
>You frown, feeling as though you don't deserve any of her positive feelings towards you
>"Before all this, what was I doing? Flutters bringing over some guy or girl every now and then—before I knew what a bitch she was—that was my life. That, and buying from my dealer, and getting high and other shit."
"What about all the traveling and stuff?"
>She shrugs
>"Back when I was still going to real college... Yeah, those were good times, but online's all I got after getting into shit for the things I did recreationally..."
>Oh, you'd thought she was still going to the university in the city...
>Guess you never really bothered to talk to her about this sort of stuff
>"No matter how much you try to think that you just need to be 'okay with yourself', just being okay with yourself isn't enough. That's what you showed me, man."
"That doesn't sound like a good thing..."
>She laughs and runs her hand through your hair roughly, and you laugh as well
>"You've gotta have people you like around you as well. Gotta have both. The more the merrier, right? I'm always happy when you're around."
>Treehugger's smile engenders a warmth inside you
"I guess... I just feel like I don't really have either. I mean, I like you... You're great. But I'm just scared I'm not doing that right..."
>"Why?"
"Just a fear, I guess."
>"I don't think that's anything you need to be afraid over. You're worried you don't care as much as you could? Maybe that's just because you have so much to give, Spark Bug... I can see that in you."
>You rustle in her arms
"How can you... 'See' anything in me? Or people's auras or whatever? What's that mean?"
>"It's just a feeling I get about people. And I feel really good about you," you she says, touching a finger tip to your nose. "Let yourself feel good for once, man. All this negative stuff... It can't be very healthy."
"Yeah, probably not."
>She laughs
>"Or do you need more 'stoner wisdom' from me?"
"I'm always up for that," you say with slight cheer
>You look at the joint between her lips
>Maybe you could go for a little something right now to calm yourself
>She notices you watching her smoke
>"Changed your mind?"
>Treehugger holds the bud out and you take it
>Haven't done it this way before, but you put it to your lips and inhale
>The second it hits your lungs, you begin coughing
"I... Didn't expect it to be like that," you say, clearing your throat
>Treehugger chuckles
>"I like eating it more. Smoking it just gets you high faster."
>You try again, taking a smaller puff
>Not as bad this time, but that's definitely a feeling that takes getting used to, you think
>A tingle goes through your body
>Definitely weird feeling like this with such immediacy
"I think I'll stick to cupcakes and brownies..." you say, handing the joint back to her
>Treehugger smiles and takes a long drag
>Thinking about it, this was one of those 'indirect kiss' sorts of things
>You blush slightly as it crosses your mind
>This friendship with Treehugger... You feel close to her, but you're not quite sure what you feel
>At the very least, you know that everything else, all your worries, feel so much further away when you're here
>The rest of the day really does start to melt away
>You and Treehugger huddle against one another, smiling faintly
>Looking around the room, you notice there are still bits of soil all over the place
>You and Rainbow Dash really messed this place up... But Treehugger cleaned everything up pretty well
>Maybe she still has some of that punch left, just to help put everything in the back of your mind even more...
>Nah, it's fine, you think
>The slight buzz and Treehugger are more than enough
>Even your self-loathing recedes slightly as the high settles in, relieving you like weight lifted off your shoulders
"Thanks for being... You, I guess," you say, laying your head against her chest. "I-I don't know why you put up with me, but I'm glad you do."
>"I just want you to see what I see, is all. You're a good kid."
>Still hard to take that kind of idea seriously, but it doesn't sting this time
>Though, you can still think of a cornucopia of reasons you're a fucking autist
"I'm still a pretty big loser... Like, did you know I can recite the entire opening scene to The Dark Knight Rises by heart?"
>Treehugger laughs
>"Really?"
>If you weren't a high, you probably wouldn't be doing this
>You start making the sound of a jeep speeding along, bringing friends it shouldn't have
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>"Dr. Pavel, I'm CIA," you begin
>Line by line, you go through the whole scene, Treehugger looking rather amused as you play it all out in front of her
>When the big lines come up, you really sell them
>And you'd never do the Bane voice in front of people normally, but you honestly are pretty proud of it
"NO ONE CARED WHO I WAS UNTIL I PUT ON THE MASHK."
"If I pulled that off, would you die?"
"IT WOULD BE EXSHTREMELY PAINFUL"
"You're a big guy..."
"FOR YOU."
>You even do all your own sounds effects, throwing your hands around to emphasize explosions
>The whole time, you kind of want to kill yourself, but for you keep going up until the last line
"Um... So, yeah..." you say, flushed with embarrassment
>Treehugger claps lightly for you, laughing
>"That's some dedication, Spark Bug. Though, can't say I know what any of that meant. I haven't actually watched that movie."
"It's not that good, honestly. It's actually kind of bad."
>She chuckles again
>Something about it causes you to smile, still somewhat red in the face
>"Why would you memorize the entire opening of a movie that's not good?"
"Um..."
>That's a good question
>Going into the dank memeology of the infamous scene would be WAY too spergy
>Suicidally spergerous
>But apparently, weed makes you unable to contain your power level, so you literally start talking about /tv/ and 'baneposting'
>Treehugger just sort of sits there as you ramble at her
>God... Is this shitposting in real life?
>If you have to be on drugs to be autistic, well, then you probably weren't REALLY autistic, right?
"And, you know, life imitates art and shit. Like, this guy crashed a plane—4U—with no survivors, and essentially baneposted in real life."
>"Dude, that's kind of morbid."
>You nod
>It kind of is
>Thinking about it, it is pretty messed up how completely hilarious you found that at the time
>Laughed so hard you scared Spike awake
"I guess this is my way of trying to prove that I'm, like, lame I guess."
>Treehugger messes up your hair, and you let out a playful shriek
>"Nothing wrong with being a little eccentric. Better than being like bland tofu or something."
"Don't you like tofu?"
>"Bland tofu is still BAD, man. Most people don't get how you're supposed to use it..."
>For the first time since you've met her, the two of you talk into the night, not about 'pressing matters' or anything, but just about random stuff
>It's nice to just have a friend to talk to
>Or... Whatever she is to you...
>You both eventually fall asleep on the couch together, the events of Canter Con almost—but not completely—out of mind, for now
>In the morning, you wake to an acrid smell
>Fuck, you and Treehugger stayed up so late...
>It hurts to even open your eyes
>And what's that smell?
>Some kind of crazy hippie food that's being cooked up or—
>You sniff again
>Oh, no, that's just you
>A week of unwashed status, plus all the running around, fighting, and sweating you did while on ecstasy yesterday...
>How the fuck did Treehugger even stand this?
>Taking another sniff, though, you can tell Treehugger is making something in the kitchen
>Smells like pancakes (vegan, of course)
>Still clad in cosplay, you try and roll off of the couch
>FUCK
>Okay, that beating you took yesterday is really starting to hurt now
>You're sore all over, but especialy on your forearms from that stupid slapfight you had, and on your cheeks, which are probably still red
>Regardless, you're going to have to get up, so you do, limping past a few of Treehugger's potted plants—and you're pretty sure what kind of plants they are, if you know what you mean (you do)—and into the kitchen
>"Mornin', Spark Bug!" she greets you with a smile
>It looks like she just started
>Definitely don't want to smell like some NEET no-life loser during breakfast, so...
"Um... Is it okay if I take a shower? I-It's, um... Been a while..."
>"No problem, man. As long as you're out before the pancakes are cold," she smiles warmly
"Thanks!"
>You walk out of sight and...
>Don't actually know the layout of her apartment at all
>Too late to go back and ask; that would be spaghetti, and after last night, you've had enough
>This place isn't so big
>You walk into the hall where her room was, the door slightly ajar
>There are two other doors
>You pick one and...
>Jackpot!
>Treehugger's bathroom is pretty small—barely enough room for the toilet, sink, and walk-in shower
>You enter and begin stripping down, closing the door behind you
>If you could set this fucking cosplay on fire, you would... Never wearing this shit again
>Entering the shower naked, you turn the knob on the wall
>Water sputters out from the shower head weakly, off and on for a few moments, before jetting out with more power
>Your turn it to just hot enough for you to handle—you want to be pretty thoroughly clean
>Treehugger has... 'Organic' soap
>Looks more like some kind of weird cheese or something, with lots of little specks in it
>Wait, is it okay to use someone's soap?
>Or is that weird?
>Man, how do normal people know the protocol for every situation
>Most people would know what do here...
>Fuck it, you need to be clean, you're using the soap
>You could think something weird about how Treehugger has used this stuff on herself, but you don't
>After a few minutes of steamy hot showering, you finish up
>Consequences be damned, you use the sole towel in the room and wash yourself off
>You can't be damned to put your hair in the usual bun, so you just dry it and let it hang loose
>Tying the towel around yourself, you realize that you don't have anything to wear but your cosplay...
>The thought of putting that back on causes you to physically wretch
>Too many bad memories associated with that thing
>Hell, you'd rather eat with just the towel on, though, you'd really rather not do either
>You open the bathroom door, cold air rushing into the room and blowing across your skin
"Um, Treehugger?" you call out. "C-Can I wear something from your room?"
>"Sure, man!" she replies from the kitchen
>Woo!
>You enter her room, still as messy as the last time, clothes all over the place...
>Finding the last outfit you picked out in this mess is going to take forever, so, you pluck out some denim skinny jeans, a loose v-neck of some hipster band you've never heard of, socks, and...
>Wearing someone else's underwear is weird, but...
>Just don't think about it too weirdly or anything
>You try to comb your hair a bit with your fingers
>Never liked having it out like this, but it doesn't matter
>Time for food!
>Treehugger nods approvingly as you enter the kitchen
>"Dang, Spark Bug. I like your hair like that. Looks pretty cool!"
>You redden and brush some strands of hair behind your ear
"Th-Thanks."
>Putting your hair in a bun wasn't easier than keeping it free—the latter didn't require you to DO anything, but...
>Having it in a bun felt safer, and after a few instances of kids saying 'nice hair', but in an insulting way, in like third grade, you did what you could to change it to something 'safe'
>So, the bun!
>In your warped mind, even that crazy punk hair you tried out for a day was somehow more comfortable than having it like this
>But Treehugger liked it, so you were okay
>You could be comfortable just... Being yourself, as silly as that sounded
>Here, at least
>You'll change it back once you're home
>Pancakes sit in a stack on Treehugger's card table, so you take a seat
>You hadn't realized it before, but you were starving
"Man! These are a lot better than I remember."
>"Thanks, Spark Bug," Treehugger says, taking a seat across from you
>The card table shakes, moving from one foot to another, as you eat, though Treehugger quickly fixes this by sliding some paper that had slipped out from under one of the legs back in place
>Maybe you're crazy, but these vegan pancakes really do get better every time
>Something to them
>The texture, maybe
>"Really chowin' down there, huh? Told you they were good, man."
>Not really thinking, you sort of blurt out this next part as you eat
"You know, this reminds me of the breakfasts my mom used to make."
>Then you sort of feel yourself sink, and your fervent eating slows heavily
>"Used to? Outgrew pancake breakfasts or something?"
"N-No, um... She left when I was a kid, is all. I-It's nothing."
>Your stuttering makes it pretty clear it's not 'nothing'
>"Spark Bug—"
"It's... We don't have to talk about that. I already, you know, let you deal with enough..."
>Your chest feel constricted, but... It's bearable
>Mom is just another thing to push into the back of your mind with everything else
>Better not to dwell on any of that, right?
>Treehugger sighs and reaches across the table for your hand, exuding warmth as she always does
>"It's fine if you want to talk about it. And it's fine if you don't."
"Well... I don't... She doesn't care about me. I don't care about her. That's just how it goes..."
>Treehugger nods
>"My parents don't really talk to me anymore, man. They didn't approve of my 'lifestyle'. Like I told you, dad's a cop, so... Haven't really talked to them since I went off to college. They wouldn't narc on me, but wouldn't support me either. Got a brother and sister they care a lot more about."
>She takes a long sigh
>"Harshed my vibes anyways... And, you know, it's fine, really."
"Oh."
>You're not really sure what to say
>Never sure what to say when people tell you something like this
>Maybe just... Talking about this stuff would help
"My mom left the summer right after I finished fourth grade so she could go on a cruise with her boyfriend... She never really liked me..."
>You took deep breaths, not wanting to be a constant, bawling wreck around Treehugger
"I... I kind of hate being a 'Twilight' because of her, you know? I'm Twilight Jr., but... I don't want to be anything like her. I-I don't want to think about her. I don't want to... I don't even want to remember the good times..."
>Like the way she would make you pancakes every morning before school
>Or—at least when you were younger and before you started disappointing her—how she would always tell you all the amazing things she thought you could be
>Generic 'my kid's so smart, she can President some day!' stuff, but... It meant a lot at the time
>Before you started getting beat up and bullied
>She was upset at first, but found you pathetic not too long after...
"I didn't have a lot friends... Kids didn't like me… I wasn't good enough for her, I wasn't destined to be Prom Queen like her, normal... Like she expected me to be a little version of her. That's why she slapped her fucking name on me, right? W-What kind of… I-I don’t think I ever really meant anything to her. It’s like I’m just some broken toy..."
>You sigh
>This...
>You're just wasting Treehugger's time with all this nonsense
>What's it fucking matter?
>What kind of loser complains about being bullied by their mom?
>So what if your own name reminds you of your cunt of a mother, giving you a slight sting every time you hear it?
>So what if you tried so hard to make her like you again after the beatings and teasing in elementary?
>So what if all those stupid awards for 'academic excellence', or the science fairs, or children's card game tournaments meant nothing to her?
>Right?
>People get divorced all the time
>People have shitty parents all the time
>You weren’t some edgy fuck who was just going to sit around and complain about how much their ‘parents sucked’ or whatever
>Who's mom hasn't called them 'defective' to their face before?
> You didn't want to—you're trying so hard not to—but you cry
>Treehugger moves out of her seat and kneels down next to you, embracing you
>"Spark Bug..."
>Why...
>Why does Treehugger deal with you?
>You're always like this around her...
>You're not fun, you're a terrible friend
>There's a humming, a vibration, moving through you, soothing you in her arms
>The sobbing subsides and you wrap your arms around her
>You think back to the first time you'd met Treehugger, and how that all ended up...
>You blush thinking about the things you did together
>Things you definitely enjoyed at the time…
>Maybe, the feelings you had for her... Did you like her?
>But you liked Sunny... Right?
>You were definitely attracted to Sunny, and being with her was different from being with Treehugger
>All this time, you haven't really thought of Treehugger in a 'lewd' way, but...
>Fuck, all this ‘feelings’ stuff is so fucking complicated!
>What even was it that you felt?
>Well, you definitely feel comfortable with Treehugger
>Both of you cared about each other
>For some unknown reason, she saw something in you, and she valued you as a human being, and...
>It felt like this was the right place to be; here with her
>Maybe...
>You look up at Treehugger and time almost seems to stop as your eyes meet
>Everything about her calmed you, felt... Pleasant, and reassuring
>The red eyes, the tattoos, the dreadlocks, her voice
>You place a hand against her face, trembling, but…
>This felt right
>Closing your eyes, you leaned in until your lips met, sending a soft tingle through your body
>It was a warm kiss, soothing like everything else Treehugger did—it almost felt as if you could melt away with her
>You could feel her exhale, warm air running against your face as you pulled away
>Treehugger rubbed a hand along the nape of your neck, her cheek pressed against yours
>"I'm here for you, Spark Bug."
"Th-Thanks, Mom."
>You froze and your heart stopped as you uttered that last word
>Why the fuck did you just—
>Now would be a good time to kill yourself
>"S-Spark Bug..."
>There's a hesitance to Treehugger's voice and she is still in your arms
>Fuck, you made this so fucking awkward
>Why would you...
>Why the fuck would you even say what you...
>God, fuck fuck fuck
>You wish you could disappear
>Treehugger is going to think you're some kind of weird freak
>That's what you are, anyways
>You fucking called her 'mom' and you don't even fucking know where that came from
>The entirety of your body is shaking, trembling
"I-I-I..."
>Brusquely, you stand up, jolting out of Treehugger's hold, and rush over to the kitchen's rusted sink and heave
>Nothing comes out, but better safe than sorry
>Your eyes sting as you dryly gag—it's almost like you're trying to force your breakfast out at this point
>You're such a fucking embarrassing piece of garbage
>Who fucking kisses someone and then calls them 'mom'?
>Treehugger places her hand on your shoulder
>You shake her off
>"Spark Bug, it's okay! I... You..."
>She's at a loss for words
>Fucking great
>Fucking Twilight
>You can feel your skin crawling under Treehugger's eyes
>Can't be here
>Had to get out
>You dart out of the kitchen, making your way to the exit
>"Spark Bug! Wait! It's—"
>Slamming the door behind you, you start dashing down the dank, beige hallway, but stop once you come to the stairwell
>How exactly did you think you were going to get home?
>Fuck...
>"Spark Bug?"
>For some reason, you really thought she wouldn't follow you outside
"I-I'm..."
>You slump against the stairwell wall, sliding down until your reach the floor
>Treehugger sits down across from you cross legged, head turned to the side, away from you
"I-I... I'm sorry..."
>"Spark Bug, you didn't do anything to be sorry about."
>You grunt and throw your head in your hands
"You can't just keep saying that!"
>Treehugger now puts her own head in her hands and sighs
>"Fuck, Spark Bug... I don't know, I just..."
>She shakes her head from side to side and leans forward, elbows on her knees
>"I just want you to be happy. I just thought you..."
>Shrugging, she lets out a prolonged breath, looking down the hall at nothing in particular
>Knees pulled to your chest, sitting in your little corner, you peek up at her from behind your crummy glasses
>You can tell she's thinking about something, gritting her teeth like she's holding something back
>"Am I... What am I to you? Like a mom? I guess... I guess that would make sense..."
>She presses a palm against her forehead and sighs
"I... I don't know. I don't... I don't know where that... I'm just..."
>Treehugger doesn't look at you, looking everywhere but where you are
>Down the stairwell
>Up
>At the hallway
>She whimpers slightly, trying to hide it behind a sigh
>"Spark Bug, man... Fuck, I always just thought that... I-I think we're just feeling different kinds of love for each other, huh? Guess I was reading those vibes wrong, right?"
>Treehugger tries to laugh through a wavering smile
>She gives up and mutters a 'fuck' to herself
>Your chest stops moving
>You're holding your breath, and the churning in your stomach makes you want to try and vomit again
"I-I'm sorry, Treehugger... I..."
>You gasp as you hold back a sob
"I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I fuck everything up. Th-That's what I do."
>If you could set yourself on fire right now, you would
>You're not even sure you entirely understand the situation you're in
>Treehugger... Loved you?
>What the fuck was it that you were feeling for her?
>"What do I keep telling you about being sorry, man?" she says, wiping at her face. "I... If we're... If what we, you know, if you need me to fill a void or whatever, if that makes you happy..."
"Y-You're not just something to... Fill some void, you... I... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."
>You can't get the word 'kiss' out of your mouth
>It won't even give you the decency of fighting for it, making itself stuck in your throat
"I fucked up. I didn't want to—to hurt you..."
>"Fuck, man, it's fine. It's fine," she says, as measured as she can, trying to get the words out without stifling them with coughing or sobbing. "D-Do you think... I'm sorry, Spark Bug, but I think I fucking love you, man."
>Treehugger's lips are quavering, taking shaky breaths as she looks into your eyes
>Like she's waiting for you to say something
>Anything
>Instead, you just glumly enter into silence and watch as Treehugger breaks down in front of you
>Seeing her like this...
>She's only ever been calm, and warm, and loving, and look at what you've fucking done
>Why are you so fucked in the head?
>Why can't you just... Feel what she's feeling for you?
>Isn't that why you kissed her in the first place?
>In the middle of the morning, Treehugger sobs in the dark apartment stairwell, alone
>You move to comfort her
>You try, to, at least
>But you just sit in your corner, unable to bring yourself to do anything more
>All you do is fuck things up
>What were you going to do?
>'It's okay that I'm a piece of shit and used you or something, here's a hug'?
>It felt like the muscles in your body were trying to crush you, constricting as wails slithered into your ears
>Without whimpering, without moving, you let tears stream down your face, resigned to this oppressive feeling that almost seemed to keep you physically trapped where you sat
>Shivering, Treehugger tries to hum to herself, but her voice breaks in her throat
>After a few minutes, you feel completely, emotionally drained
>Treehugger has been mostly quiet for a while now, but breaks the silence
>"W-We sh-should... Y-You need to get home, don't you? I don't... Want to worry your dad or anything, Spark Bug."
"Y-Yeah..."
>Treehugger makes it onto her feet and stretches her back
>After wiping away some tears from her face, she exhales and puts on a muted smile
>"C'mon, Spark Bug. It's... It's fine."
>It doesn't feel like you can move from your post, like you're chained down
>Or like you're in a straight-jacket
>You just have your arms wrapped around your knees
>Treehugger extends a hand out to you, but you don't take it
>You lay your head onto your knees and stare at the denim enveloping your legs
>Stare past the denim with blurred vision, more like
"I'm so sorry."
>Treehugger gulps before kneeling down in front of you
>"Please, man. If you don't... You can't force yourself to, you know, feel something if you... You know what I'm trying to say. It's fine, and I just... I just want to give you what you need, right?"
>It doesn't sound like she completely believes what she's saying, her voice cracking slightly on her final few words
>When she puts her arms around you, you instinctively hug her back, nearly knocking her back
>Treehugger ran her hand down your back, her palm running over your loose hair
>"I-It's okay, Spark Bug."
>The shackles seemed to come off and you nearly collapse, shaking heavily
>But you felt okay, like you always did in her arms
>You felt safe, calm... Small
>And now you felt guilt, as well
>On the car ride home, Treehugger tried to keep things light
>Talk about movies with you, but... Neither of you were really able to lighten up, really
>When she dropped you off, she gave you a lingering hug punctuated with a shudder she probably didn't want to let out
>She smiled and waved you off, and you wished you didn't know her well enough to see through the smile
>Treehugger told you things would be okay, but they weren't, were they?
>Entering your home, your dad is sitting at the round kitchen table, as you usually find him when he's not working
>It doesn't look like he's slept, and his hair is frayed and disheveled
>Spotting you, he lets out a sigh of relief and takes a sip of coffee
>"Hole up in your room for a week, go out and don't come home... Twilight, you're killing me... And what are you wearing?"
>You look down at your body, at your loose v-neck and skinny jeans and remembered your clothes were at Discord's Pizza N Play
"I was... At a friends, and borrowed their clothes."
>"Is this that friend with the drugs? The one Shining talked about? The one who..."
>Your father's face is across between stern, angry, and frightened
>Just another person in the long list of people you're ruining the lives of by existing
>There's nothing you can really say, so instead you shrug
>Your dad puts down his coffee, shaking his head
>"Twilight... I don't understand what's going on in this house anymore. I don't know what's going on in your life at all these days. I don't understand why you'd... Run off with someone who would... And a girl at that, I... Not that..." He pauses. "I don't understand, Twilight. Won't you just tell me what's going on?"
"I... It's not like that, I—We..."
>You stare at his coffee mug rather than meet his gaze
"Just know that she hasn't done anything wrong... I did. And we aren't... I don't want to talk about this, Dad."
>"I don't either. It hurts just thinking about it! But... Not knowing, that's driving me crazy. Not knowing where you're going, what you're doing, Shining going on about your safety. I'm so out of the loop, Twilight. Whatever worst-case-scenarios I'm dreaming up, if you just tell me what's going on, it'll help. Just let me know that you're safe and that I don't have to worry myself to death every time my little girl leaves the house."
>You stare into his eyes and lie
"I... I'm safe, Dad. There's nothing to worry about. I'm just... Acting out, I guess."
>Your dad opens his mouth, as if to speak, but frowns and sighs instead
"I'm the last person who needs to be worried about, Dad... It's everyone else. I just ruin everything I touch. Everyone. I'm poison. I'm... Defective."
>"Twilight, don't say that."
>He isn't looking at you now
>At the mention of that word, he turns to his black coffee mug and stares into it
"That's what Mom called me. She knew to get out when she had a chance."
>"Twilight—"
"Dad, it's okay. I would... I would honestly rather have you hate me right now. I'm lying to you about what's going on, and... I can't stop. Everything about me is just off. Mom was right, wasn't she?"
>Your father fiddles with his thumbs
>"No," he mutters, "she wasn't."
"But—"
>"Twilight, no. Your mother... I could never hate you. I'm not a terrible parent. Human being."
>You stand still at the other end of the table as he pauses
>Looking up at you, he says, "Velvet, she... You're the perfect you, Twilight."
"That isn't saying much..."
>"It's saying a lot, to me."
"I don't want to be told I'm worth something. That I'm 'great' or anything. I'm tired of that... Dad, you can't really see anything in me, can you? Can't you just hate me like Mom? Look at her life... It's amazing, and I'm not part of it. That's not a coincidence, is it? I'm... Human quicksand. People struggle, trying to find something good, but all I do is hurt people. I'm tired of it."
>After a few moments of shared gaze, you turn away
>"Twilight, finding the good in you isn't a struggle. You're my little girl."
>His words leave you feeling empty—kind words aren't what you need right now
"I'll be upstairs," you say, shuffling past your father and up to your room
>Pushing into your room, Spike rushes up to greet you, rubbing himself against your calves
>You kneel down and hold his face in your hands
"Let me guess. I'm not so bad?"
>Spike licks your face, panting and waggling his tail
>You frown, but give him a nice back rub anyways
"Good boy..."
>You'd almost forgotten what you were doing when you'd hiki'd up in your room for the last week
>The days where'd you just stay in your room, one hand on the mouse, the other somewhere else...
>Those were never good days
>You remember the time you'd tried to give up masturbating because you'd read that doing it too much could make you depressed
>Or something
>It didn't last long
>Didn't want to lose out another one of requisite NEET cornerstones, right?
>When you were turned on, all this insane /d/ shit was great, but, right now?
>Looking at this shit was making you grimace
>You closed out your tabs until just the 'safe for work' tabs were open
>'ey b0ss, i'm just on the 4chanz, so it's safe work! don't want to lose muh job!' kind of 'safe for work'
>What were you even doing right now?
>Right, Treehugger
>Your fingers clacked away on the keyboard as you entered in the online college she was enrolled in
>Perhaps they had some sort of registry or something, or...
>After a few fruitless minutes, you realize you're being retarded
>Facebook exists
>Why you wouldn't just go there first...
>You find Treehugger pretty easily, but you need to 'friend' her or whatever to get her info
>Something holds you back from attempting that
>'Hey, it's me, Twilight, the girl who just broke your heart'?
>Fuck, even if you had her number, would you really call her or something?
>It's just that you can't see her in person, right?
>You'd talk to her in person and try to work everything out, right?
>Spinning once more in your chair, you ended up staring out into your bookshelf
"Fuck..."
>Treehugger... You loved, her right?
>You wanted to love her
>And not in some fucked up Oedipal way
>You stood up from your chair and let yourself fall face first into your bed
>It was hard to breath with your face in the pillow like this
>Maybe you should try that screaming thing people do
"Fuck."
>You're pathetic
>There was more buzzing coming from your desk
>Fucking Rainbow...
>Blindly, you reach up with one hand and grope at your desk until you reach your phone
>Pulling it down, you turned onto your back and held the phone above you
>It was... An unknown number
>Your jaw clenched and you felt your chest constrict
>Was this Discord again?
>Images you violently killing yourself flash through your head, like a coyote chewing off their arm to escape a trap
>Can't you go without this shit?
>Trapped under this guy's thumb...
>Don't want to keep him waiting, whatever it is this time...
>"[I shouldn't be reaching out to you, but I wanted to tell you: I'm sorry, Twilight, if I've hurt you.]"
>What?
>You stared at your phone
>Was this...
>Was this Sunny?
"[Sunny?]"
"[Please stop.]"
"[I just want to see you again.]"
>No response
>After a half an hour, still nothing
>You send out a few more texts, but already know that you're not getting anything back
>Here you were, lounging in your room, while Sunny was out there doing God knows what
>For plenty of reasons, sure, but also partially for you
>Why can't your friends just hate you like everyone else?
>She'd be so much better off...
>The muscles in your arms tense, like you were to chuck your phone against the wall
>You don't, though
>You just think about it before letting your arm hang over the bed's edge
>The phone drops to the floor in its casing with a dull clunk
>No matter how much you want to try and forget everything, it seems the world doesn't want you to
>Every fiber of your body wants to act out, you want to scream, but you just lie on your back with a loose face and stare at the ceiling
>You just wanted to hold Sunny in your arms
>And you just wanted to be held in Treehugger's...
>What is wrong with your fucking head?
>When you hear vibrating on the floor, you bolt for your phone and—
>'Message from: Rainbow'
>It's a link
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPoaKxm4wDg
>FUCKING RAINBOW!
>You chuck your phone across the room
>It's still blaring "music"
>'It’s nine a clock on the dot at the spot and I’m hanging with her friends again!'
>'Great taste beautiful place and you’re fashionably late (Hey!)'
>Even within the sanctity of your own fucking house you can't simply think in peace
>Oh God your skin is fucking crawling
>You don't think the snarl on your face could get any more bitter
>Too engrossed with your rage to go get your phone, so you decide to let it play to the end
>Thinking back on this morning...
>You look down at your body, at Treehugger's clothes, and wish—
>'Don’t talk that crap when you call me back as a matter of fact don’t act like that!'
>Balling your fists tightly, you try and block out this stupid fucking music
>'Everybody knows you’re right everybody knows I’m wrong :('
>God, Rainbow's normie life and total obliviousness to the weight of what's going on with you right now
>Her sending this fucking godawful tripe to you after you were already ignoring her
>'It’s got nothin’ to do with how you look'
>You're trying to sort out your fucking life, while she's prancing around the city to see shitty bands and send you stupid videos
>'Just another excuse to write a hook'
>Why do you even like that fucking obnoxious retard?
>'I’m letting you know she liked my post up on my Facebook :3'
>Jesus Christ!
"Should've fucking brought Rainbow to that stupid fucking room..."
>The breath you were taking stops in its tracks
>You didn't mean that
>The song comes to a close, and once more you find yourself limp and exhausted in a silent room
>Fuck, you didn't actually think that, did you?
>It was just, you know, like telling someone to kill themselves online or something
>Doesn't actually mean anything
>Your mind flashes back to the convention
>To the blood, the gurgling, the Chevy Chase movies
>And you try to force yourself to hyperventilate over it
>In and out
>That was fucking traumatizing shit, and...
>Why aren't you more scared?
>It's just shock, still, from that night is all
>For a while, you just lay there
>God, how are you supposed to fucking juggle your social life, your pseudo-love life, and your fucking Discord shit?
>The harder, more callous person that you have to be to get by with him...
>It's leaking into places you don't want it
>Why can't things ever be easy?
>Your body feels like it's being tugged in every direction, emotionally drawn and quartered
>Sunny just texts you out of the blue...
>That almost makes you mad
>You can't do anything to get her back
>You can't talk to her
>You can't do anything but wait for the worst, because, what good could possibly come from what she's doing?
>If she could just be here with you right now...
>Sunny would probably wriggle out of your arms, and leave you feeling wrecked
>Maybe she has feelings for you, you're not sure
>Everything's been so confusing
>Being around her—just thinking of her—enflamed something within you
>Gave you a blush, made you shake
>Even now you found yourself crossing your legs
>Why did you feel like this about her?
>Why couldn't you feel like that about Treehugger
>She's actually there for you, and cares about you, and...
>Fuck, should you 'want' to feel like that about multiple people?
>It's called 'oneitis', not 'multiplitis'...
>You tossed in your bed
>Treehugger has done so much for you, and she's in pain because of you
>Can't you just... You care about her, but it's different
>Not like Sunny, but more like she's...
>A pacifying shudder moves through you as you think back to being in Treehugger's lap, and—fleetingly—the thought of maternal protection makes its way into your mind
>You let out a grunt and slip under your sheets, throwing them over your head
>Twilight, this shit is too /d/eviant, even for you
>Fuck, it's not even sexual!
>That's the problem
>If you could just make yourself like Treehugger in a different way, then everything would be fine, right?
>Maybe...
>You picture Treehugger in your mind as you slip a hand between your legs
>Brushing your hand lightly between your legs, you close your eyes
>Okay...
>'Sun—'
>Wrong girl
>Just think about her so much when you do this you guess that's just where your head goes...
>'Treehugger, I...'
>'Shh, it's okay, Spark Bug'
>You furrow your brow as you try to make her do something lewd in your head
>It's your fucking imagination
>C'mon, don't you owe this to her?
>Treehugger stands awkwardly in front of you
>'Spark Bug. Let's, uh, fuck?'
>'Yes...'
>This all feels dead
>You purse your lips
>Maybe if you just go at it a little more down there...
>This feels wrong
>So, what?
>Treehugger bawled in front of you because of what you did
>And you can't just fucking think about her in a lewd way?
>You've fucking thought lewd thoughts about basically every semi-decent looking person at CHS
>Hell, you've even done that autistic 'try masturbating to THIS' shit on the internet
>In your mind, you see Treehugger sobbing with that same piercing cry
>Now just this, but less crying and more naked
>It's not happening
>She's still there with that bandanna and those simple, stoner clothes, sobbing
>Brute force this, Twilight...
>You've seen her naked, and you fucking had sex with her before
>Think about her mouth on yours, her tongue, her hands on your body...
>Breath quickens as you bite down on your lip, imagining your hands running along supple curves
>After a few long minutes, you clench up in a shuddering orgasm
>And realize the girl in your head is Sunny
>Not that that's a bad thing, but...
"Ugh."
>Throwing the blanket off of you, you sit up on your bed
>Maybe things will change...
>Should they even?
>Fuck, you really just don't even know what you want
>You bring your hands to your face and shrug, and immediately regret bringing your hands to your face
>Whatever
>You look over to your phone across the floor
>Maybe you'll go out with Rainbow Dash and the girls after all...
>Get out of this place
>Wiping your slick fingers against your shirt, you hop out of bed and stumble over to your phone, legs still a bit jerky and tense
>Picking the purple-encased smartphone, you rub off some paint specks from one of its corners
>There was a slight dent in your wall now, but nothing serious
>Hardly even noticeable, really
>Okay, time to message Rainbow Dash
>You were going to regret this, weren't you?
"[Hey, so, do you think I could go to that thing you were talking about?]"
>Leaning against your bookshelf, you await a reply
>It's been forever since you've a read a book front-to-back
>Felt like you didn't have the focus to do that anymore
>Not to mention, most of the books here made you gag
>Why did you still have this shit?
>Multiple complete sets of various manga series, Star Wars fanfictions you'd printed and bound a few years ago
>Naruto self-insert fanfiction that you'd written, printed, and bound a few years ago...
>Glad you weren't like that anymore
>The vibrating in your hand snapped you away from the bad memories
>"[DOOD I NEW UD GO]"
>"[pckn u up soon k wil txt whn im thr]"
>It takes you a while to actually understand what it is Rainbow's trying to say
>English is as dead a language as Latin at this point
"[Okay. See you soon.]"
>Right now, you still had your hair down, the ends brushing at the belt line of the skinny jeans you were wearing
>Should really get this shit cut
>You briefly consider changing out into your normal clothes and putting your hair back in its bun
>However, if Rainbow's taking you to see a band, chances are you'd stick out even more if you wore the usual shit
>No, right now, you looked like the kind of girl who'd go out to see some people play some music, in public, surrounded by other people
>Save for the heavy bags under your eyes and the huge glasses
>So, basically, you looked like a huge pleb who'd go and see whatever auditory vomit Rainbow Dash was taking you to see
>Why were you doing this again?
>After a few minutes of shitposting on /co/ about 'capeshit' sucks, you get another text
>"[hre]"
>There comes a point when all these fucking shortenings of words stop making sense
>Rainbow means 'here', but who knows, maybe she just REALLY wants to talk about the Holy Roman Empire
>Hearing her voice in your head was making you cringe, but there was a car outside waiting for you
>As you head downstairs, you spot your father, glumly sitting and drinking coffee, a newspaper laid out in front of him
>"Twilight? Where are you going?"
"Out with Rainbow and the girls."
>"Dressed like that?"
>You nod
>"You guys aren't going to—"
>You just shrug and turn to leave
"I'll be home later probably."
>"Twilight, wait—"
>His voice is cut off once you shut the front door behind you
>Rainbow leans out of her blue muscle car, waving
>You briefly wonder if she thinks the lightning bolts on the sides make it go faster once her dumb grin hits your face
>Faggy ‘music’ booms to the point where it almost feels like it’s echoing in your chest
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgWr2nln83s
>"EGGHEAD!"
>You wave back and head to her car
>Can barely fucking hear anything once you get to the door
"CAN YOU TURN THAT DOWN?!" you say, taking your seat
>"WHAT?!"
>You take your thumb and forefinger, holding them apart in front of you, before closing the gap
>"WHAT?!"
"TURN DOWN THE FUCKING MUSIC!"
>Rainbow Dash smiles and, you assume, laughs to herself—it's too loud to hear her if she did
>"WHAT?! WOAH, MAN, HEY HEY—"
>You turn down the volume knob to zero with a violent twist, slightly stunned as your hearing comes back
>"I'm just messing with you, dude," she says, punching you in the arm. "Did you get my link? This band is hilarious!"
"Do I look amused?!"
>Rainbow eyes you up and down
>"Definitely looking hotter than usual,” Dash says with a shrug. “What's with the get-up, anyways? It’s sick! You’ll fit right in a the club we’re playing.”
>'Hotter'?
>You groan and roll your eyes
"I'm still 'me', you know."
>"I know, but you're not dressed like a thirty-seven year old, homely librarian-slash-cat lady like you usually are."
>She grins, as though that wasn't a somewhat shitty thing to say
>"You look cool, is all. Not as cool as ME, but, hey, that's to be expected."
"Right."
>Rainbow pulls out of your driveway and begins driving towards downtown Canterlot
>She turns the music back up, but thankfully it's kept to a minimal level
"So, you said you were playing at this club or whatever?"
>"Yup! In my band. The Rainbooms."
>The name sounded stupid when she texted it to you
>And now you know why
>At least it's slightly more clever than you'd expected from her
"Not 'Rainbow Dash and the Not Rainbow Dashes'?"
>Dash laughs
>"Oh, yeah, that was one of the names we considered," she says sarcastically
"Metalcore?"
>Another laugh
>"DUH. But we make everything I've shown you look like SHIT, dude."
>This time, you laugh, and Rainbow joins in
>"But seriously. We're opening for a popular act in the city that's about to go big, so this is kind of important. I'm glad you could come, Egghead. I didn't think you would."
"Neither did I," you say with a shrug
>Stretching a bit in your chair, you take a look around Rainbow's car as the conversation comes to a lull
>It looks how you'd expect
>Somewhat clean, but there's still random garbage here and there, and a shirt in the back seat—probably for some sport-thing
>Rainbow takes a deep breat, creases her brow, and takes another breath
>"Smells weird in here."
"Probably your sweaty shirt in the back."
>She shakes her head
>"Nah, man. I know what sweat smells like, Egghead. It smells like someone just got done masturbating or some shit."
>You let out some weird wheezing sound instead of a laugh
"It's probably, uh, you know... Not that?"
>Dash snorts
>"Dude, I was just fucking with you. But... I guess I wasn't."
"Let me out of the car."
>"What? We're on the highway!"
>You turn to your door and seriously consider jumping out before being tapped on the shoulder
>"Dude, calm your tits. It was just a joke," Dash says. "I pull that one on Anon all the time. I think he thinks I have some crazy sense of smell or something, but I just like fucking with people and sometimes I get luck. I'm sorry. I'm Rainbow Dash, I'm too good at being hilarious."
>It dawns on you that you're trapped in a box with Rainbow Dash
>Planting a firm hand on your face, you take a protracted sigh
"That's a really fucking weird joke, Rainbow Dash."
>"Well, the point is that it makes people feel weird. Just don't usually try to jump out of the car afterwards."
>Why would anyone WANT someone else to feel weird?
>Fucking Dash
>"So... What got you worked up, huh?"
>You're fucking trapped in here
>What the hell was going through your mind when you accepted this?!
"Dash, I really don't want to talk about it."
>"Egghead, it's fine. I know what it was, anyways."
>What?
"H-How could you know?"
>"It was me, wasn't it?"
>Oh, of course
>Rainbow Dash lets out a laugh as she zooms past another car to pass them, going twenty over the speed limit
>This was how you were going to die
"You were the exact last thing on my mind."
>"Was it Sunset?"
"WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I THINK ABOUT?!"
>Dash shrugs as she veers across multiple lanes to get onto an off-ramp
>"Girl talk?"
"Well girl talk is retarded! God, let's talk about anything else! Fuck!"
>You're almost pulling out hairs at this point, feeling your skin crawl as you squirm in your seat
>What is wrong with this girl?!
>"Egghead."
>You shrug
"What?"
>"Anime talk."
>You start laughing, bending over in your seat and laying your head on the glove box
>"I'll take that as a yes! Anyways, I TOLD you about my cosplay, man. I don't do NOTHING half-assed. You said you watched Ouran High School Host Club, right? Anyways..."
>As Rainbow spergs about anime, you writhe in your seat like you're being exorcised
>An endless agony of '...are totally my OTP's and '...learning Japanese so I don't need to read the subtitles's batters your mind and body
>If she was going to talk about how into fucking soccer or football she was, you'd be annoyed, but it wouldn't be this utter despair that you're feeling right now
>"...And I'm like, 'Boruto'? What a shitty ass name, man. I don't even KNOW why I followed Naruto all the way to the end. But actually—"
"Can you not see that I haven't been listening this whole time?!"
>"Nah, I know."
>Rainbow briefly turns to give you a smirk
>She knows exactly what she's doing
"Then... What the fuck, man!"
>"I'm just fucking with you. More. I'm sorry, it's just too easy, man."
"It's hurting my SOUL."
>Rainbow Dash erupts into riotous laughter, and you can't help but follow suit
>Everything about her made you want to shread your own skin off with a cheese grater, but she wasn't so bad, somehow
>"Why do you get so worked up over anime, though, man? Lyra says it seems like you've been avoiding her and Bon Bon like the plague because they're in charge of Anime Club."
>You shrug
"I don't know. People knowing I like anime is embarrassing. Even if the only person is me."
>"But anime is awesome."
"It's really not."
>Rainbow raises her eyebrows incredulously
>"Then what do you like that you AREN'T embarrassed by?"
>There's a hint of condescension in her tone
>Like the answer's going to be 'nothing'
>You like plenty of stuff
"Well, there's..."
>You pause
"Uh..."
>Rainbow careens her car down one final off ramp and takes a screeching break at a red light as you enter downtown Canterlot
>Fucking hell
>"Dude, you can't get so worked up about what's embarrassing. If I went by that logic, we wouldn't be friends."
"What's that supposed to mean!"
>"Lol, dude, I don't mean it like that. If everyone is less cool than me by comparison, I can only be less cool by association. That's, like, 'coolness' osmosis."
"I'm surprised you know that word..." you mutter
>Dash chuckles as you enter a traffic jam
>Peering out the window, you see row upon row of cars, moving at a collect no-miles-per-hour
>This is why you didn't drive (and lots of other reasons)
>"It's just the truth, Egghead. Gotta just do shit. You're in, like, my top 5 awesome people I know that aren't me. No reason to be so self-conscious. There's always going to be cool shit that's less cool than you."
>There's something missing from her little speech
>Dash subtly nods to herself then adds one more thing
>"Especially for me."
>There's the Rainbow you know...
"Right," you say brusquely
>The car lurches forward a few more feet before settling to a stop
>"Well, duh, of course I'm right. I'm—"
"Rainbow Dash."
>"Exactly!"
>She pounds her chest with one hand, nodding in self-affirmation
>This girl...
>Fuck, she's got to literally have Asperger's or some shit
"So... How exactly am I in your 'top 5'?"
>Dash smiles
>"Not many people can make me run around naked thinking I'm a jet."
>Oh, right, THAT
"The 'sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll' thing?"
>"I've got almost all the boxes ticked. Like, I'm not a virgin, obviously, but I still haven't been in any crazy sex stuff, man. Maybe after tonight."
>What fucking retarded goals
"I'm not sure being the opening act for an almost-famous band is going to get you what you want."
>Rainbow Dash shakes her head as the car inches forward a little bit more, this time stopping first-in-line at a stoplight
>"That's pessimistic stuff, man. Can't think like that."
"I know it's cliche, but it's not pessimism. It's being a realist."
>Rainbow Dash scoffs smugly
>"Nah, man. I'm awesome. Awesome things happen to me. It'll happen. If for some reason it doesn't, it will eventually anyways. that's just how life works."
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. 'Awesome things' don't just fall out of the sky."
>"They do, though! Just gotta realize that they're awesome and not have shit-tinted glasses on all the time, man."
>'Shit-tinted glasses'
>Right
>If she wasn't the head She-Chad of CHS, with tons of friends, who's 'great at everything', she wouldn't be saying that
>Rainbow screams a few profanities as a green Prius cuts your car off, nearly clipping the car
>A few more metalcore songs play out as you slowly make your way through town, and you feel as though you're nearing your destination once you start seeing a lot more clubs and bars to your sides
>Thankfully, Dash wasn't trying to talk to you right now, so you actually had time to think
>Talking to her was draining as fuck
>And who does she think she is?
>You know, aside from "Rainbow 'Fucking' Dash"?
>Trying to give you life lessons and some shit like they apply to YOU
>Almost nothing that's happened to you since you went to that fucking party has been 'awesome'
>Nothing's been falling on you but shit
>Discord, Sunny, Treehugger, Moondancer...
>What good has happened to you was far outweighed by the bad
>"Egghead, you're looking pretty glum, man."
"No, I'm doing 'awesome', man."
>"C'mon. Relax! The girls are all gonna be there, there's gonna be music... No drinking for us, but still! It's gonna be sick. And you get to watch ME perform the music! What could you NOT like about that?!"
>Rainbow's narcissism bordered on the pathological
"I get to watch the Rainbooms, oh boy!"
>"That's the spirit!" she says, patting you on the shoulder. "Oh, and by the way, if ever you wanna maybe do some 'girl talk', I'm there. I'm basically a love doctor."
>She waggles her eyebrows at you
"You're not a fucking love doctor. If anything I'M the love doctor for patching up your relationship..."
>Rainbow holds a finger in the air
>"An example of an awesome thing happening to me, because I know awesome people. And YOUR example is tonight, man."
>You groan and think about jumping out of the car again
>After a few more minutes, Rainbow pulls over to the side of the road between two other cars
>"Here we are, dude!"
>You peek out your passenger window to find a dingy-looking club called 'The Dead Horse'
>A neon sign bearing the name accompanied by a prone-horse logo signals the entrance, which is a flight of stairs downwards
>Rainbow is bouncing in her seat
>"Well, let's go!"
"Don't we need to grab your equipment or whatever?"
>"Nah, man. I got Anon on that. Frontman don't worry about that shit."
>It looks like she's already got the 'egotistical vocalist/lead guitarist' thing going for her
>For a passing moment, you feel sorry for Anon
>Both of you hop out of Rainbow's car and head into 'The Dead Horse'
>As you enter, you're hit by the strong smell of alcohol along with a chalky mist of what's probably cigarette smoke
>There were quite a few people here, most of them sitting at the counter against a wall being tended to by a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard
>Aside from the bartender, though, everyone else seemed to be in their early twenties
>Lots of ear gauges and tattoos and thick rimmed glasses
>God you hated the modern metal scene
>More than the dislike you felt of being in the presence of these people, though, you felt concretely out of place—even with Treehugger's clothes
"We're allowed in here?"
>"As long as we don't sit at the bar, drink any drinks, or basically do anything but watch the acts and/or play in the acts, yeah. Oh, and we can't stay past a certain time or something, but that's probably not that strict, you know?"
>You wave a hand in front of you and cough
>This place was going to give you fucking second-hand lung and liver cancer
>Following Rainbow, you came to a large table near the stage housing all of the girls
>When they notice you and Rainbow Dash, they wave, and you wave back
>"So, dudes, where's Anon?"
>"In the back," Applejack says, "helpin' the sound gal set up."
>You and Rainbow take your seats
>Trixie is seated to your left and surprises you with a hug
>"Miss Sparkle!"
"Oof! H-Hey, Trixie."
>She gives you a giddy smile and nuzzles her head into your shoulder
>"Trixie was worried about you."
>You look around at the rest of the table, somewhat flustered, but thankfully the rest of the girls are just talking amongst themselves
"Why were you worried?"
>"Because of the convention! Miss Sparkle was acting so strange. Punching Trixie's friend, kissing Trixie, punching more of Trixie's friends..."
>You close your eyes and let out a long sigh
>The good work you'd done in putting Canter Con behind you was being undone, but it wasn't her fault
>And you kissed her?
>Barely remember that shit
>Literally never drinking anything you didn't pour yourself ever again...
>Trixie finally breaks the hug and sits up straight in her chair, hands in her lap
>"Is Miss Sparkle excited? Trixie is excited!"
"About Rainbow playing?"
>"Mhm!"
>She nods
"I thought you said her music was 'scary'?"
>Trixie puts her hands to her face and nods
>"Yes, but sometimes it's okay to be scared. It can be fun! And Miss Dash said this was very important, so Trixie is here to root for her!"
>You smile
>How did you ever hate Trixie?
>You honestly don't really remember why you hated her so much before
"Well, I guess I'm here to root for her, too."
>An arm is thrown around you, and Rainbow Dash shoves her head past your shoulder, her cheek rubbing against yours
>"So you're rooting for me unironically now, huh, Egghead?"
>You can't see her, but you KNOW there's a shit-eating grin on her face
"For a few seconds there, but you've guaranteed that I'm going to be unironically gagging."
>"Psh, when I start playing you won't be able to take your eyes off of me. You can idolize me, but don't fall in love with me. I'm taken. That goes for all of you," Rainbow says, a finger running its way across each of the girls
>"Right. We'll try and not do that, Rainbow darling."
>You shake Rainbow off of yourself and sigh as the rest of the girls snicker
>"Anyways, I must be off to powder my nose. I'll be back."
>Rarity stands up to leave, but yelps as AJ lands a firm smack on her rump
>Flushed in a severe red, she scampers off to the bathroom without looking back
>You squint at Applejack, and notice she's watching rarity walking away with rather heavy focus
>Rainbow Dash turns slightly to you and raises her eyebrows, clearly seeing the same thing as you
"Uh, Applejack... What was that?"
>She rolls her eyes
>"Do we gots'ta do this again? Y'all said you'd known for a while back at the slumber party..."
"I said I knew that you two argued a lot and that everyone knows you don't get along."
>Applejack shakes her head and pushes her stetson down onto her head
>"Don't do the whole 'clever' thing with me t'night, Twi. Y'all told me ya knew me 'n Rarity were, you know..."
>Woah, what?
>You take a glance at Rainbow, then Trixie, then back at AJ, your face blanched with confusion
"Uh... No, man."
>"Right. So, when y'all interrupted us, y'all thought what?"
"That you guys were arguing again and being annoying."
>AJ leans forward and stares at you, then sits up muttering to herself
>"Y'all can't really be..."
>She takes a deep breath and holds her face in her hands
>"Y'all're serious, ain't ya?"
"If you and Rarity were a 'thing', I mean, what the fuck? Why would I think that just because you two were arguing in bed—Oh fuck."
>Rainbow slams her fist against the table laughing, and you laugh as well
>Trixie leans into Pinkie, who is also laughing
>"What is so funny?"
>"NO idea! But it must be funny!"
>Applejack is silent through the laughter, and then silent still once it stops
>"Twi, I ever tell you that I don't like you?"
>You nod
>"I don't like you. By the almighty in heaven, the Lord never dun made a girl as terrible as you. Jesus Christ. I... I came out to my Granny because of you! Dear Lord. Dear Lord..."
>Rainbow tries to stifle a laugh, and it pushes you over the edge, the two of you erupting once more