Title:           Opt.2: {tfw you can't make title} , by Celestiafag
Author:          FrankHogs555
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First Edit:      Monday 3rd of February 2014 04:53:49 AM CDT
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Celestiafag Thu Jan 30 05:31:50 2014 No.15995472
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So.. I'll try writing Celestia. Hopefully I can cement her character, shouldn't be too hard.
 
>Drinking alone at 3 am.
>Scotch; Mculland, good stuff, strong as you would expect.
>Browsing /mlp/ whilst downing it slowly.
>Thing about you is, you do decisions hastily while intoxicated, though it's a Friday night, the boys at the factory wont need you until Monday.
>Some goofy thread about how you'll get your favorite pony sent to you.
"Option 1: Be sent, but no sex -- Option 2: get your favorite sent you you, but no human can see her."
>Haha. How senile, I doubt this would ever come true. "Okay, I wish for option two."
>Typing into the message box: "Celestia please, oh GREAT OP!!"
>A loud knock, one like if your house was on fire and the fireman would be smashing it down with an axe is heard.
"The fucking hell is that?!" I fell out of my chair, spilling my scotch all over my chest.
"Who the fuck is it?!"
>Bolting upright, I run to the door, only to find a fat, greasy screw-up of a man looking at me with pure red eyes, he looked me over and said nothing and opened his trenchcoat.
>"Here you go."
>He out of nowhere whizzes off into a puff of smoke, making little no sense at all.
>I look around out of my apartment door, looking for anything, there was nothing out there, just an empty hall.
"Cold night in hell, eh?"
>Slipping back in, you fail to notice a white object on your floor, close to the couch.
>Nearly tripping over it, you catch your self quickly and recover from the near fall.
"O-oh.."
>Your heart is going berserk, before you is what you asked for jokingly.
>"Calm yourself, Jones..."
>Breathing exercises you have to calm your nerves. You look at the demi-god before you. You touch her cheek, brush your hand through her mane.. and look a little TOO far back on her flank.
"Well it's certainly real."
>'How will she react?'
>'No, she's a millenia old being, she's perfectly rational in the show.'
>you look back at her form, she's rustling.. Oh god.
 
Celestiafag Thu Jan 30 05:46:50 2014 No.15995530
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The creature look at you with a frown on plastered on her face and anger in her eyes.
>Celestia's horn is white hot. If she goes for it, she'll take me down in an instant.
'She's going to kill me.. SHIT, REACT NOW!'
"Whoa. WHOA. STOP!"
"Please."
>Somewhat hunched a good distance away from her, you put your hands by your side trying to appear small considering you just shouted at her.
>"What is going on here then?"
>Her voice is as of silk, though it's filled with a hate you haven't seen.
"You're not on Equistria anymore. You're on my planet, you're on Earth. And I didn't do this to you, I-I thought it was a joke--"
"-A-A JOKE?! Is this what it is to you?!"
>Good god, her voice is loud, in such a small apartment it burns your ear drums.
"No! Let me explain.. I was browsing this thing call the internet."
>She stares at you with a frown, with contempt in that gaze of hers, though ever inquisitive.
>"I am listening."
"Right, so I was on this internet. I found this.. look, it's a thing I thought no way would be real, so I wished for you to come here but I'm not directly responsible."
>she closed her eyes. Contemplating what I had said. If there was ever a time I felt this way about a situation it was with my first love. My heart was going berserk, like a fat kid after a mile of jogging.
>"You are not the one who did this, I believe you. You seem sincere and your body tells me your story is truth."
"But---"
"O-okay.. I-I.. I'm tired I don't know what to say, I'm sorry.. I'm so..so, sorry. I did the wrong thing, again. I fucked up. I'm so stupid.."
>"No. You said it was not your fault. What is your name?"
"CJ."
>she closes her eyes once more, this time with one of a sincere smile on her face.
"I'll explain this all tomorrow.. I've had a stressful week, and this has tipped me over the boat, so to speak."
"I'll show you to my room, you can use it for tonight."
>"Thank you.. JC: We shall talk once you are ready."
'How is this chick so understanding?'