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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />Sickness<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash ran as fast as he could. Glancing behind himself, he barely caught a glimpse of his two pursuers as they rounded a corner after him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were far behind; track paid off. Facing forward again, he runs across the street and into a park.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making his way to the restroom building, he stops and quickly looks around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cost is clear. With that done, he hides himself away in the ladies' restroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking a moment to catch his breath, Flash slumps over in a stall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He didn't understand what was going on. Where was everyone else?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And why was he being chased? Least of all by those two?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They had always been like sisters to him. Crazy and oddly affectionate sisters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And now something is wrong with them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Flash?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His eyes shoot open. They sound close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Flashy? Where are you?&quot; Lyra's voice sings from outside, a tone similar to a mother playing hide-and-seek with her child.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He starts to panic, heart pounding in his chest as another voice sounds from outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you running for? We only want to talk to you for a little while.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bon Bon. Her eerie tone betrayed her words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He gave us the slip...&quot; Lyra sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mm. Oh, well. You know Flash; he'll slip up eventually.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They share a laugh and it sounds like they're about to leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooh. Wait a minute. Gotta drain some clam juice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash could practically hear Bon Bon's nose crinkle and her face contort into a sneer. &quot;That's disgusting.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He almost laughed until he heard footsteps.</span><br /><br />Dime Store Models<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Norman eyes Chloe suspiciously, her hands rubbing together as she smiles.</span><br />&quot;What do you want?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, the girls at the art club commissioned me to gather up some help.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan sighs before taking a sip from his tea cup, his gaze falling upon Norman's cousin for a moment before shifting to Flash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rocker shrugs his shoulders. 'Let's hear her out.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan rolls his eyes. 'As if that is a good idea.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Norman looks at the two; Flash nods at him and Nolan simply stares at his tea.</span><br />&quot;What sort of help?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Chloe's eyes shine, a dangerous glint hidden behind a chipper smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah, they just need some guys to model for them. No big deal.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan speaks up, perplexed. &quot;That's it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And they /paid/ you for this?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep. Not in money, Mister Dolla Dolla. So, don't throw a fit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan scoffs.</span><br />&quot;Then, what'd they pay you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles mischievously. &quot;Let's just say, I've got some story ideas they're going to pencil out.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why us?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good question, Flash! They wanted the most attractive guys and I've got pretty good taste, so I chose you three.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The boys exchange looks and self-satisfied smirks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'GOT 'EM!'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And so they agreed. Chloe leads them to the art room and opens the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gentlemen.&quot; They walk past her and she closes the door before leaving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;15 or so girls are there, with Patricia Melody being the only one who they could put a face to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She speaks up, pointing to the center of the room where a circle of drawing desks are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Stand there and pose.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They do so and the girls draw them in silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Flash?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks at one of them. &quot;Can you take your jacket off? I can't get a feel for your curves.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah. Ok.&quot; He takes his jacket off. The girl licks her lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You, too, Norman.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lose the shirt, Nolan!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excuse me?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls start getting rowdy, demanding more clothes be removed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Norman gets a sinking feeling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three attractive young men surrounded by faceless, demanding women.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He knew where this was going.</span><br /><br />King of Fighters<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Outside the home of one Norman Normal are two young men:</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The aforementioned Norman and his friend, Flash Sentry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Currently, they are practicing some of their fighting techniques on the driveway to a song playing from the garage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They exchange several kicks and punches before back-flipping away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok,&quot; Flash breathes,&quot;I think we got the timing down.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Norman does a stretch before wiping at the sweat trickling down his brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll qualify for sure,&quot; he says, grinning at Flash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah! Can't rest on our laurels, though.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks to a poster hanging in the garage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On it is a picture of several world-renowned fighters, one being Shining Armor: Canterlot's homegrown champion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Steel your hearts and set the skies ablaze! Join the King of Fighters tournament!]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not if we want to be like Captain Armor and the Royal Guard.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And you think you can reach their level?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash spins around, Norman's attention already on the newcomer: a redhead decked in some upper-class workout apparel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you are?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The youth smiles.</span><br />&quot;Nolan North. And you two must be the infamous no-talent rookies.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ARA?!&quot; Norman looks to Flash, pointing an accusing finger at Nolan. &quot;You hear that, Flash-senpai?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I heard it, Norman.&quot; Flash takes a step towards Nolan, eyes narrowed. &quot;What do you want?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan smiles; Flash tenses.</span><br />&quot;What I want...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He takes a fighting stance.</span><br />&quot;...is to test my abilities.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash smirks, arms crossing. Norman chuckles and heads into the garage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This calls for some appropriate music.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reaching for the stereo, he pushes a button:</span><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOAj4zAUZNE<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash and Nolan just stare at him. Frantically, he switches to another song.</span><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=piJQHjmxcHw<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Much better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll take you on first,&quot; Flash says, stretching. Nolan shakes his head.</span><br />&quot;No need. <span class="nu0">1</span> on <span class="nu0">2</span> is fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash scoffs. &quot;You'll regret that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan smiles.</span><br />&quot;I doubt it.&quot;<br /><br />The Worst<br />P1<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was about 6:30pm when Flash Sentry and his camaro pulled into Twilight Sparkle's driveway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks up, the windshield a bit distorted from the light drizzle of rain, and spots a light on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Recognizing it as coming from Twilight's room, he smiles and steps out of his car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Foregoing his usual attire, Flash was decked in black slacks and shoes, and wore a dark blue jacket with his lightning and shield crest on its back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Beneath the jacket, he wore a simple, white button-up shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Perfect for theater-wear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping onto the porch, Flash gives the doorbell two rings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seconds pass by... and nothing happens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He frowns before ringing the doorbell twice more. He hears a noise to his left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His attention snapping, he looks over the bushes before stepping back and looking up at Twilight's window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Barely, he could make out a shadow being cast on the blinds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He squints, but can't see into the room from where he stood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Click!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His attention turning back to the door, Flash quickly combs through his hair and straightens his posture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smiling, he waits for the door to open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seconds pass by... He frowns and slowly reaches for the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As he twists and pushes at the knob, it opens.</span><br />&quot;Twilight?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks about the living room. There's a lamp on, providing just enough light to see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But every other light is out.</span><br />&quot;Twilight? You, uh, ready to go?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He steps into the house, letting the door close behind him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Several taps sound from above him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heading towards the stairs, he flips on the lights and ascends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pauses for a moment as her hears humming.</span><br />&quot;Twilight?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The humming stops. He takes another step up, and the stair lights suddenly turn off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tensing up for a moment, his grip on the guardrail tightening, Flash takes in a deep breath.</span><br />&quot;Very funny, Twilight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He chuckles. Or at least tries. It comes out more as nervous coughing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the lights off, he could barely make out a faint glow from around the corner.</span><br /><br />P2<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Completing his ascension, Flash sees that the glow is coming from Twilight's room, her door slightly ajar.</span><br />&quot;Twilight. C-come on. We gotta go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He says as he draws closer to her room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No response. He reaches for the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The humming resumes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gives it two knocks.</span><br />&quot;Are you decent, Twilight?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hears a husky chuckle. &quot;Better than decent.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feeling a bit more at ease, he opens the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But no one is there. Confused, he steps further into the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door slams behind him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He spins around only to be thrown across the room, his back slamming into the window sill.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reeling from the pain, his eyes slam shut as he barely manages to stay standing, using the sill as support.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His breath hitches as he feels something soft caress his face. The pain dulling, his eyes open and he sees her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wild hair, dark purple skin, and eyes shining with a light-blue hue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm fantastic!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He feels the touch again, his eyes drawn to the black wings extending from her back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Glancing to his left, he sees the right one is stroking his cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Flashy...&quot; The wing slithers behind his head before it forces him to look 'Twilight' in the eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you,&quot; she whispers, eyes half-lidding as her lips curl into a dangerous smirk, &quot;like my new look?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls away and does a pose, her wing wrapping around Flash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His heart beating fast, uncertain and fearful of her intentions, he looks her over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wore a strapless dress, its colors matching her hair's, that hung rather low on her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He couldn't help but let his eyes linger at the base of her neck, his face flushing despite himself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The wing tightened a bit, snapping him out of his gaze and his eyes drift lower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Until...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He lets out a bloodcurdling scream; 'Twilight' responds with a cruel laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He saw them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bright. Green. Ugg boots!</span><br />&quot;WHAT ARE THOOOOOOSSE?!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone stares at Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes dart around, a faltering smile on her face.</span><br />&quot;Ahem. Well, would anyone else care to share a story?&quot;<br />END<br /><br />Balanced Breakfast<br />P1<br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Ding! Ding!]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a yawn, Flash makes his way to the front door of his home, early morning lethargy causing his feet to drag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Dingdingdingdingding!]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grimacing, he shakes his head and opens the door.</span><br />&quot;Morning, Sunset Shimmer.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She frowns at him, arms crossed and foot tapping the ground loudly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What took you so long,&quot; she growls, pushing past him, &quot;Do you know what day it is?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;One of the ones ending in 'y'?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She spins around, fire ready to spill from her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before she can get a shot of, though, Flash raises one of his hands.</span><br />&quot;Yes, Sunset. I remember. You reminded me a /million/ times this week.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fire dissipates. She looks him over, eyes lingering on his hamster themed pajama bottoms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're not even dressed.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's my line. You said we should go at <span class="nu0">8</span>. It's <span class="nu0">6</span>.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;/Be there/ at 8!&quot;</span><br />&quot;The /point/ is that I thought I had some time before you showed up.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stares at him. &quot;Well, we're leaving at 7.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His eyes widen in disbelief.</span><br />&quot;Why???&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To beat the lines.&quot;</span><br />'This is insane.'<br />&quot;Sunset Shimmer, there's no point in doing that! You already paid for the clothes-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not waiting all day just to get them, Flash!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He opens his mouth to speak, but a thought dawns on him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knows what he's going to say; that expectant look in her eyes tells him as much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well,&quot; she asks, nonchalantly looking over her nails, &quot;I'm waiting.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair.</span><br />&quot;I'll wait for you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smiling, Sunset steps towards him, planting a kiss on his cheek. &quot;Good boy! Now, get dressed.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grumbling, Flash begins to make his way upstairs.</span><br />&quot;I'm gonna take a shower. Stay down here. My folks are upstairs and I don't want you getting into a fight with my mom again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not my fault she wants to pick on me despite the fact I haven't done anything wrong.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash shakes his head.</span><br />&quot;I'll be back in a few minutes.&quot;<br /><br />P2<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;20 minutes is not 'a few,' Flash,&quot; Sunset says, eyes narrowing on Flash as he descended the stairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sans his jacket, he was dressed in his usual attire and looking a bit more awake now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ignoring her, he heads into the kitchen and starts to fix up his breakfast:</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A glass of orange juice, scrambled eggs, a bagel with cream cheese, and a bowl of cereal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As he does this, he can feel Sunset staring at him. With a sigh, he turns around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As expected, she is staring (peeking) at him from around a corner.</span><br />&quot;Would you like some?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No,&quot; she sneers before walking over to the living room couch and plopping down on it..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He decides to make her a plate anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;6:40 rolls around and Flash sets the near complete set of food and drinks on the kitchen table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The last items on the list are the cereal. He pours Sunset a bowl of Frosted Flakes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But for himself, he pours out the last bits of Fruity Dyno-Bites: marshmellowy, sugary goodness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking a seat, he begins eating. Sunset joins him not long after, grumbling about how she didn't want anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Other than that, they eat in relative silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's almost 7.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He glances at her. Her plate is clear.</span><br />&quot;We're not leaving until I finish my cereal.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stares at him. He expected more of a fight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shrugging his shoulders, he pours the milk in and begins eating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Flashy...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His ears perk up. Sunset rarely cooed at him.</span><br />&quot;Yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at him, eyes half-lidded with a smile on her face. &quot;Let me have some.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...My /cereal/?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods.</span><br />&quot;No.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smile disappears. &quot;Come on! Don't be greedy.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You already ate yours.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just want a taste, Flash. It's not going to kill you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He grimaces, but begrudgingly relents.</span><br />&quot;One bite.&quot;<br /><br />P3<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles before snatching the bowl away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello there,&quot; she says, staring at the cereal. &quot;Mm. Don't you look nice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He raises an eyebrow; she glances at him, a dark smile on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, Flash? He let me have you,&quot; she whispers, &quot;Said I could taste as much of you as I wanted.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What are you...?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I intend to do just that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She violently stabs her spoon into the bowl's depths, a bit of milk splashing out, and scoops out the crisp, yet moist, flakes of sugary goodness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then she EATS THEM!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmm!&quot; She looks to Flash, chewing in an exaggerated manner, &quot;MMMM!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sunset.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He didn't like where this was going.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She swallows audibly, smacking her lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mm. Oh, what was Flash thinking passing up on you? I can't have just /one/ bite.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Glancing at Flash again, her sinister smile returns, &quot;I have to have the whole thing.&quot;</span><br />'No...'<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She dives in again, taking another scoop and chowing down on it as well.</span><br />&quot;Stop!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He reaches for the bowl. She glares at him. &quot;Or what? Just sit there and watch, Flash.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning her attention back to the bowl, her smile returns. &quot;I'm trying to enjoy my meal.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With clenched fists, he watched the violent scooping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Through gritted teeth, he listened to the rhythmic crunching noises and moans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And through misty eyes, he watched as Sunset made a mess of the table which he'd have to clean up later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mm... Sho good...&quot; Sunset groans as she finishes up, bathing in the afterglow of her binge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking a napkin, she wipes her face and stands up. &quot;Cereal's finished; breakfast is over; let's go now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash just stares at the empty bowl. She rolls her eyes. &quot;I left you some, you big baby. Hurry up, I'll be waiting outside.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she leaves, Flash pulls the bowl closer. With a grimace, he takes note of the state of the bowl's contents.</span><br />'Barely enough for one scoop...'<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gets up and pours it into the sink, washing it down the drain. He wasn't going to have her dirty leftovers.</span><br />'You won't get away with this, Shimmer!'<br />END<br /><br />Horse-women<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sunset Shimmer, how old are you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just stares at Flash, eyes wide and mouth agape as a bead of sweat trickles down her face.</span><br />&quot;Wh-why do you want to know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shrugs his shoulders, a naive, curious look on his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So boyish~</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I've given you a birthday present before, but I don't remember ever being told how old you are. So, I just want to know a little more about my girlfriend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunset silently curses to herself, but her mood calms the moment an &quot;out&quot; pops into her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Folding her arms and putting on a stern face, she lets out a confident scoff.</span><br />&quot;Flash, don't you know it's rude to ask a woman her age?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He stares at her, a deadpan look on his face, before rolling his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'We're in high school and she's already worried about her age? Girls are weird...'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, ma'am.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Mmf...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bites her lip, his mocking slightly backfiring on him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, a thought crosses her mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that he brought it up, she wondered...</span><br />&quot;How old are /you/?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, 17.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her pony instincts kick in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She breathes hard, nostrils flaring as she turns away from him.</span><br />'B-barely legal!'<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Covering her mouth, she tries to calm herself, her tongue flicking across her lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A curious look on his face, Flash watches her, oblivious to her dark intentions.</span><br /><br />Chloe is Passion<br />P1<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Norman stared at the door leading to Chloe's room, the faint sound of music slipping through it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is a simple, violin heavy melody from what he can tell.</span><br />'Probably from some anime...'<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cringing a bit, he reaches out for the door, his fist balled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Knock, knock.</span><br />&quot;Chloe? Uh, Mom brought some pizza.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He waits for a moment. No response, save for the music.</span><br />&quot;It's pretty fresh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He knocks again. No response. She got like this sometimes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He still couldn't help but worry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cooping up in a room for most of the day doing nothing but weeb stuff isn't healthy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's probably Gatorade deprived</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shivering, he knocks again.</span><br />&quot;Chloe, c'mon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Enter.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A bit startled by the voice. Norman stares at the door for a moment before complying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bracing himself for the scent of ramen and sweaty fujoshi, he takes a deep breath and opens the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To his surprise he finds the room distinctly devoid of sweaty smells.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not ramen, though, but whatever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Chloe spares him a glance, eyes briefly looking to him from the sketchpad she holds, before she goes back to drawing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If the drawings scattered about her room are any indication, he guesses that she's drawing another butterfly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He moves to her dresser, picking up some of the drawings, and looks them over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They are of a butterfly, penciled out from various angles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dark gray sketches against the off-color white of the paper are heavily contrasted by the scarlet coloring she used on the wings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The gradient shading seemed to pop out underneath the ceiling light, the butterfly's wings shining as they are captured in mid-flutter, specks of red pollen gently falling away like little stars.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Norman was mesmerized, flipping through several other sketches she had scattered about her room.</span><br />&quot;Wow...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd never really paid much mind to her skill as an artist. Mostly because most of her art called his sexuality into question.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, he couldn't help but smile at the simplistic, pure beauty he saw.</span><br /><br />P2<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was on a walk with Fluttershy yesterday...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks to her, snapping out of his trance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I saw this beautiful little butterfly... It just wouldn't leave my mind.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks to her nightstand, a half-empty bottle of Gatorade sitting atop it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The source of the problem found, and his fears assuaged, Norman nods at her.</span><br />&quot;A good thing, too.These are really good, Chloe.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles at her; her face reddens at bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks... It's nice to hear some praise from you instead of the usual...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes go wide, pupils shrinking to pinpricks as she lets out a throaty noise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Blaaaarrrgghhh!!! Get it away from me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Embarrassed by his previous behavior and her /somewhat/ accurate impression, Norman pulls his beanie over his eyes.</span><br />&quot;Uh, yeah... sorry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Setting her sketch down, she stretches a bit as a smile spreads across her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I got it out of my system now, though. So, I can get back to my real work.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He raises an eyebrow.</span><br />&quot;That being?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile widens a bit and she grabs her sketch, flipping it over so Norman could get a good look at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His eyes widen as, to his surprise, the butterfly slowly peels off the page.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually freed from its binds, it flutters towards him, the red pollen wafting off its wings as it held a piece of paper in its tiny 'hands.'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dumbfounded, Norman just watches as the creature draws near, his mouth hanging open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It reaches and extends the paper towards him, giving him a wink as he takes it before fading out of existence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still in awe, Norman has to force himself to look at the paper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two simple words, written in scarlet, adorn it:</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Shounen Ai]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shoots Chloe the dirtiest look he can manage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just smiles.</span><br />END<br /><br />Letting Go<br />P1<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash and Nolan watched as &quot;he&quot; sits there, mumbling in front of his computer screen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's dead... let it die.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan sneers and takes a step forward, stopping as he feels Flash's hand on his shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash shakes his head.</span><br />&quot;This needs to be done. I grow tired of this nonsense.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash just sighs, eyes shining with sympathy. &quot;Just... go easy on him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan glances over his shoulder at the mumbling creature, his sneer returning.</span><br />&quot;Hmm! No promises.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash lets go and Nolan approaches the creature, his sneer fading into a more neutral look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dead...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan pauses for a moment, his eyes drawn to a yellow shape on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Squinting he sees that it's one of those rubber chickens. He picks it up and bends it a bit, wondering if-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[loud chicken noise]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yep, it's one of those gag chickens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holding on to it, he finally approaches the creature.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just die... please!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan looks at the computer screen, his sneer returning in full force once he sees its content:</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A thread on that rice farmer owned korean basketweaving forum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;DEAD!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surprisingly, Nolan gently grips the creature's shoulder.</span><br />&quot;Listen, <span class="br0">&#40;</span>You<span class="br0">&#41;</span>, stop this nonsense.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The creature doesn't spare him a glance, too entranced by the screen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-but-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, yes, it's 'dead.' Whatever. Look, you need to stop this. If you refuse to do anything actually constructive, then just move on.&quot;<br /><br />P2<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The creature has a dumbfounded look on its face, almost as though it is actually thinking for the first time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Move... on? But... the ride!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan sighs, a tired yet sympathetic one.</span><br />&quot;This 'ride' you speak of is nonsense. It is a cage you have constructed for yourself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan reaches for the hard drive.</span><br />&quot;The door is open and all you need to do...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He presses the power button, the screen dimming to darkness.</span><br />&quot;...is give it a little push.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan pats the creature's shoulder and pulls away, turning to leave.</span><br />&quot;Let's go, <span class="br0">&#40;</span>You<span class="br0">&#41;</span>.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then he hears the computer whir up, lighting up the room again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;M-muh lewds doe...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nolan's teeth clench. Flash tries to get on top of this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nolan-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too late. Nolan swings around, lashing out with the chicken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Ba-KAAAAAAAAAWWWW] it screeches as it connects with the creature's head, sending him tumbling to the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Climbing on top of the creature's back, Nolan starts choking his chicken-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, choking it with the chicken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nolan, stop!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flash pulls Nolan away, the Saint panting heavily as he glares down at the creature's unconscious body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Regaining his composure, Nolan dusts himself off.</span><br />&quot;We're done here. Norman can come and deal with this troglodyte himself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And with that, he and Flash make their exit.</span><br />END<br /><br />Notice Me<br />P1<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Norman lets out a sigh as he walks down the street, the cold night air nipping at his face and bare head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He had been hanging out at Nolan's house when he received a text.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[I found your hat. Meet me down the street. The corner near the barber shop.]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was all it took to get him going.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd been looking for that thing ever since P.E. when he left it on the bleachers for a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a good thing someone found it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He frowns, his pace slowing to a halt as he takes out his phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking at the text, he noticed that the sender was unknown.</span><br />'Weird.'<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, he hears the light tapping of footsteps behind him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Glancing over his shoulder, he sees no one there. Just darkness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He continues to the corner, the lamppost at the end shining brightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The footsteps resume.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time, he keeps walking, his heart pounding in his chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Norman.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He freezes for a moment, the footsteps halting as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, he turns around, just enough so he could see who was behind him:</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing. Save a pair of eyes, pupils like slits, floating in the darkness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then he ran. He ran so far away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The creature gave chase, calling his name and telling him to stop as he draws closer to the lamppost.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He could barely hear the voice over a shrill, sustained scream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He wondered who could be screaming at a time like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Certainly not him, that's for sure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He eventually reaches the light, basking in its glory as though it would protect him from the creature.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Norman?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A futile hope brought on by playing too many video games.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This American Nightmare is real and there is no escape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Accepting his death, Norman turns to face the creature.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only to see a familiar girl in its place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Um, hello, Mr. Norman.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's Vice-Principal Luna's daughter, her lust given form. Or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Norman sorta zoned out on the explanation.</span><br /><br />P2<br /><span class="co4">&gt;His eyes widen in disbelief for a moment, dimming to relief as he lets out a sigh to match.</span><br />&quot;Oh, it's just you, Nig.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nyx.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Right. Sorry...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;His eyes narrow in confusion.</span><br />&quot;Wait, why were you trying to kill me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets out a giggle before rolling her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wasn't trying to kill you, silly.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches into her jacket pocket, obviously reaching for her piece.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Norman raises his hands.</span><br />&quot;Don't shoot!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of a 9, she pulls out his beanie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was trying to give you this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hands him his precious hat, watching with a smile as he happily puts it on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reunited and it feels so good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I would have given it to you sooner, but you ran off screaming when you saw me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He rubs the back of his neck, a bashful smile on his face.</span><br />&quot;I thought you were, uh, something else.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her brows furrow as she tilts her head in confusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Something? You looked right at me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting a bit defensive, Norman puffs himself up.</span><br />&quot;W-well you people sorta just blend into the darkness.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Ah, Mr. Norman's racial prejudice caused his imagination to overreact...'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives him a smile, kind and understanding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I see. No harm done.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles back, patting her on the shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out of all the students at CHS, she's one of the few that treats him with respect.</span><br />&quot;You're one of the good ones, Black.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blushes. &quot;Um, thank you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He nods before pulling his hand away.</span><br />&quot;But, uh, how'd you get my number?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Excuse me?&quot;</span><br />&quot;The text. Did Chloe or someone give you my number?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, she told me where to find you... but, I didn't send you any text.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feeling a chill run down his spine, Norman looks around, his words coming out in a nervous jumble.</span><br />&quot;Then who was phone?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hears footsteps.</span><br />&quot;We gotta go! Fas-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it was too late.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Chloe jumps out at them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;BOO!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shrill scream from before, its source still unknown to Norman, returns in full force.</span><br />END</div></div>




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