I don't know if some of y'all are willing to listen anymore. Life is pretty suckish at the moment, things are just going down the drain since the last two weeks.

Teachers screwed me over til the last minute, but I pulled through.

Anyways, beating a dead horse is useless so I have something new for you guys... it's a lil sitcom that will take a while, something on random events in Manehattan, but... it'll take some time. I'm in the freaking heat with these tests and... I really don't know if I'm going to make these ones. Everyone knows I'm trying, but I don't think my best is making the dent on "Good".

Anyways, I'd be continuing the Slender fic since so many of you love that... and also, here's a preview of a chapter I wrote last Saturday, something that's a bit rough since I lost my groove... but something nevertheless.

Anarchy couldn’t help but reluctantly roll her eyes at his comment, fixing her mane to the side as she came out with a complaint. “You try and teach foals how to draw a bucking circle and then talk to me, Graze…” she paused for a moment and then stared at the mantis-green artist before her. “Chaser, how do you make it look so easy?”

“What? Drawing with my mouth? Well, we are ponies, we just get used to it, I mean, we are pros with our tongues to write, draw, you know, the usual,” Chaser tried to ease the worried mind of the only female in the group. “Don’t worry, they’d get the handle of it sooner or later.” He then looked to Graze whose eyes were dashing back and forth between the stallion and draconequus who sat idle and clueless as to why the writer was cautiously observing them.

Iron Clad sighed and facehoofed as if he already knew what was going through the machinations of the white blot snouted stallion. “Just say it already, you’re beginning to creep us out.”

“Oh, you know, it’s nothing that much, but I just thought this was elementary, my dear Anarchy.” Graze began to smile as allowed the bait to float in the waters of the conversation.

“What’s elementary? That ponies use their mouths for everything?” Anarchy guessed.

“That, and you've gotten the first-hoof experience with lumberjack to your left... you know.” Graze controlled his tongue to wiggle and worm as if he were a snake.

The red and black clothed pony, Iron Clad was disgusted at the perverted pegasus’ action as his jaw dropped with astonishment. “Dear Celestia, Graze! How can you be so… so disgusting?!”

“Pftch, ease it, Clad, there aren't any foals here, not like the last time,” Graze swept away Clad’s shocked remark without a care.

“You mean when you visited Anarchy’s kindergarten and ruined a foal’s life because you saw one of them eating glue?” Iron Clad began to argue.

“Technically, I was trying to save his life… some foals don’t even know what they’re consuming these days. One day you’re drinking milk, the next it’s—

“OKAAAAAY, we get your point, let’s not go back there,” Chaser interrupted.

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Let’s pause for another moment because I want to interrupt. You see, not too long ago, I just had to invite Graze to help teach the class with some penmanship…the whole tongue issue again. He was there to help relate with the foals until the end of that class period… this was where things got interesting. Graze was going to take his leave during recess when he spotted a stallion dipping his hoof into some paste, and the only thing Graze could’ve done was make the poor foal feel nothing more but self-conscious as he laughed and leaned on me. The foal had the bravery to ask him, ”Mister, why are you laughing?”

Graze didn’t want to lie nor tell him the truth, I gave him the stare not to do so. He just looked at the kid, bent down on one knee and whispered into his ear. “When you go home, go to your mother and ask her if she likes to eat glue as much as you do.”

The foal actually did it.

The next day I was surprised to see an angry soccer mom in my presence, and let me tell you, even a draconequus such as myself cannot handle the wraith of one of these Tartarus spawns.

That's all you're getting for now... I'm out. But before I post that, I made a deal to write five chapters since I actually agree with a friend that how I put stuff off is ridiculous.