Marcus was really having a shitty day. When he had gotten home from school, his mom had accused him of drinking her booze. Then she had slapped him. He had curled up in bed after the only water that would come out of the faucet was the color of rust. He had officially decided at the time: "Yeah, fuck that." He had changed into his pajamas, and gotten on his shitty 125$ bed, hoping that there wouldn't be any bed bugs in their shitty run-down shack of a house. He had curled up, hoping that perhaps tomorrow would be better, that he wouldn't have to see his dad, who would more than likely beat him for fun. Yeah, definitely not looking forward to that.
But he hadn't. There was no stoned, drunk mom waking him up at 7:50, yelling at him to get his "lazy ass" up. There was no school, with assholes he didn't care for, and no ex-girlfriends who were gonna spread bullshit lies about him. There wouldn't be asshole jocks that were going to beat the shit out of him during gym. There wasn't going to be Mr. Walters, who would say he "couldn't do anything", when he knew exactly what was going on, he just didn't give a shit. Best of all, there were no stoner assholes who were going to try and get some weed, or some smack from him. He wasn't going to get bullied into buying more joints, or another gram of meth. He had woken up in a land of talking, flying ponies. And, at the moment, he wasn't quite sure which one was better.
Marcus was thoroughly pissed off. He'd had his ears pissed off by the screaming of these pony things in the last couple of minutes, and he felt like it had broken his eardrums. There was currently a purple one picking up and throwing books at him, continuing to scream at him for, ironically, throwing books. He took what felt to be an encyclopedia to the head when he finally decided that if he was tripping so hard that it was hurting, might as well fight back. "Come on, fight back you good-for-nothing pussy! What the fuck are you standing there for, taking it like a bitch? Is that why you're always gonna get fucked, cause you're a bitch? You're going to spend the rest of your life, getting fucked by anyone who wants. You ain't gonna amount to shit." His dad's words rung through his head. He got angry, a lot. Sometimes for no reason at all, and almost always took it out on him.
Marcus reached for the ground, grabbing one off the dozen books off the ground. It felt thick and heavy in his hands. He looked at the purple pony, but he didn't see her. He saw his dad's shit-eating grin staring at him, smirking, making the "I'm going to beat the shit out of you" look. He cocked it back, staring at him.
"FUCK YOU, I'M DONE TAKING YOUR SHIT!"
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Twilight, had woken up to a normal day. The sun was out, everyone was happy. The market was open, and she was probably going to go visit Applejack, before her and Spike were going to organize the library. But then she had heard the screams. Everypony had been screaming about a monster of some sort out by the fountain. She had written a letter to Princess Celestia, asking for her to send a detachment of guards to Ponyville immediately. By the time she had stepped down the stairs, she had seen something she had never before sitting in her library. Twilight wasn't sure what it was, but it was relatively lanky, and it was really tall. It was sitting down at the moment, opening a book, but it was taller than a normal pony, and a guess would probably put him at as tall, if not taller, than the Princess herself. She thought that with such a calm demeanor, sitting and reading a book, that it might be civilized, and that meant that it was another case of the citizens overacting. "AHHHH. WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!" was followed by the sound of the book hitting the wall. She was angry now. How dare he, she...it throw her books around.
"WHO IS THROWING MY BO-" Her angry, yet logical, argument was interrupted as the creature both looked at her, and stood up. Her voice suddenly turned into a higher-pitch squeal. The creature had long, sharp teeth. It's eyes were bloodshot and it looked nearly feral. And, of course, she had to be correct in her guess that it was taller than Celestia. She considered her options, engaging him in hoof-to-whatever it called it's appendages. Or, since it seemed he lacked a horn, she could throw her most-precious books at it in an attempt to get it to flee. So she made the decision to fight it with books.
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The book left his hand, flying towards the purple unicorn. Before she could react, the dictionary impacted into her face, giving her enough surprise to cause her to slump, a small trickle of blood running out of her now-broken nose. Marcus stood there, panting, staring at his victim. "Don't...fuck...with...me..." The young man panted out. He grabbed his head. To him, the room was spinning, everything had a tint of red to it. He walked over to one of the bookcases and slammed his head into it. He saw a slight red stain on the wooden shelving. "FUCK THIS TRIP!" He yelled, looking around the cluttered library. He walked around, throwing books off the shelves, sometimes at random, sometimes depositing a whole row on the floor. He didn't know why he was such a damn failure. He didn't know why he was tripping extreme balls. He didn't know why his parents hated him, but more than anything else, he wanted to wake up.