//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 // Story: My Little Plushie // by Thunder Chaser //------------------------------// My Little Plushie Chapter 1 Finn woke up to the static sound of some awful Rihanna song emanating from his clock radio, his hand sluggishly reaching out and slapping the snooze button to remove the noise, then immediately turned off the device. He slumped over and put his hands on his face, annoyed by the sluggish possession of insomnia over his mind and the inevitable oily feeling of acne developing on his nose. He went to his nasty restroom and began splashing his face with cold water and drinking large gulps of it. He put on his paint splattered jeans and left the apartment, walking over to The Lamplight. Finn took a seat at the back of the restraint, far away enough from the other patrons and close to a window and the smoking section. He stared at the window, becoming increasingly focused on a bird perched on a jeep. “Uh sir, sir!” A waitress yelled at him He suddenly whipped back, terrified and surprised at this unexpected surprise. He laughed a little with the waitress in a rather nervous fashion. “Um, some coffee to start,” he said, staring at the menu. The chunky, cute waitress sauntered off and came back to pour his coffee. “What can I get for you Finn? She asked him. He began to think about his breakfast options; he had been coming into the restraint, every morning for the past two years and had been ordering Belgian Waffles for the past four months. Now if he ordered his usual, he wouldn’t be disappointed, also he didn’t want to talk to the waitress and figured that if he tried something new, the woman would react strangely. He couldn’t think clearly and he answered, “A Belgian Waffle with Apples, please,” he said dryly. “Boy, you’re one creature of habit, I have a nephew just like that, of course he has Aspergers, and do you know what Aspergers is?” He responds to this sudden query of questions by smiling lightly in a rather contrived fashion that still seemed sincere enough to fool the woman. She left. ''There’s no way to shut up that cow!” He said under his breath, stacking the little jelly containers into a tower. He soon became fixated on this tower and was considering stealing containers from other tables, just when the waitress snuck up and surprised him again. “Here’s your waffle sir.” Knocking down his tower in surprise, he muttered irritably, “Charlene!” He looked back at her and apologizes profusely; embarrassed at the show he’s put on for the other diners and the staff. He eats his breakfast quickly and leaves very fast, tipping generously. He wandered home then, his hands flapping vigorously. He was humiliated and knew he could never go back into that diner. What’s worse, he had worked in an hour. He quickly left his home to go to his desk job at TetraTech. Riding in his cab, he listens intimately to his driver’s accent as he speaks in some strange tongue. The tower is soon before him. He once loved looking at monoliths like these and dreamed of becoming an architect. Five years of his job through, and the tower now symbolized the dark side of adulthood; he felt his soul shrivel a little it at the buildings sight. The day was spent primarily with him getting small amounts of work in his amazing dull job between periods of staring down at his desk and getting up to go to the water cooler, interspersed with the humorously chauvinistic tit comments coming from one of his coworkers at the water cooler. Finn wandered home, deciding to walk. He stalked on home, feeling strange and nervous. He finally got home, slamming the door behind him and heading to his room. He pulled down the blankets on his bed and revealing his Pinkie Pie plushie. He said, "There you are," and hugged it to his body, weeping a little bit. The plushie reminded him of his mother; it had been a year since she had passed. His subconscious anger toward his deadbeat father melted away for a little bit as he hugged the cupcake loving equine to his body. He smiled a little bit when he heard the door to his apartment open up. He crammed the plushie under his blanket and left his bedroom. It was his brother, Ziggy. "Hey Zig man," he said slapping his brother’s hand. Ziggy was a taller, older boy, aged 25 with seemingly unrecoverable grime to his body, his arms lined with tattoos and always smelled like smoke, old beer and sometimes reefer. Finn loved his brother, but avoided him when possible. "Look bro, I need you to help me move some shit, I’ll give you 10 bucks" Ziggy said, pulling out an oz. of dro from his pocket. "You know, I’m really quite busy right now, Zig." Finn said, not feeling ready to risk his ass. Ziggy began to walk towards Finn intimidatingly, pressing him against a corner saying, "Now look here you shit, mom said that we have to look out for each other now that she’s gone." Guilt seized Finns body, remembering the times in the cancer ward. He said, "Fine," and took the dro, feeling terrible. It was a dirty house, where Finn was to sell the weed. He pulled up on his bike, feeling strange and nervous. He had been robbed and beated doing shit like this. He had even been arrested once before, which while it wasn’t a big deal to Ziggy (Ziggy was one arrest away from a 20 year sentence and used this to guilt Finn into doing stuff sometimes). Finn knocked on the door, to see a friendly looking black man at the door. He wore some Trukfit stuff, was about 250 pounds and had a big smile. "Here’s your stuff, sir" Finn said, handing over the bag of weed and putting out his hand to receive the 150$ “Thank you, Sir! Hehehe. Shoot, my names Willie," he said well naturedly, while having a laugh at Finns strange mannerisms, whilst shaking Finns hand in a way that seemed very good natured and kind, yet had the drug money inside. The money changed hands and Willie said, "Hey, what’s your name?" "Finn." "You want to smoke a fat one here, Finn?" He asked, smirking. "Naw, I’ve got to get home" Finn said leaving for his bike. "Well alright Finn, but you swing on by whenever you want to smoke or chill or whatever. I’m making cupcakes tonight!" Finn rode away on his bike, smiling about this awesome man. When he got home he found Ziggy sitting on his armchair, eating the last Swiss-Miss pudding in the fridge that Finn was looking forward to. He shrugged it off and threw the 150$ to Ziggy, removing ten for himself. Ziggy looked at his money and said, "Alright, now let’s flame up!" pulling out his bowl and beginning to take a hit. Finn than reached over and took a hit for himself. As the night proceeded, both of them had smoked copious amounts of reefer. Finn, in a raspy voice said, "Now here’s something you’ll love" and put on My Little Pony. "What is this faggy shit?!" Ziggy said. "Dude it’s My Little Pony! Haven’t you heard of it?" ‘’Oh yeah, I've heard of it and all the fags like you who watch it." "Dude give it a-" "Oh what’s that, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of you being gay!" "But-" "Gay’’ "That’s really quite." "GAY!!!" "Fine, well just watch sports center."He said as he put on the Bulls game. He really wanted to watch that day’s episode (The Ticket Master) but his brother would’ve to leave for him to do that. They watched the basketball game for an hour until Ziggy left, without offering a thanks for the food or service. He looked at his cat wall clock and realized it was 12:04 AM. "Jesus, I better get to bed," He walked towards his room when he saw his Pinkie plushie sitting at the edge of his bed. "Hey Pinkie." he said amusedly "Hi friend!" "Holy Shit!" He yelled stumbling backwards. "That shit was laced," he thought to himself. "I’m Pinkie Pie, what’s your name?" It said, leaping at him. "Well, I might have fun with this bad acid trip," he muttered to himself, "I’m Finn" he said, hugging this plushie. "Great, what do you want to do Finn?" "Uh, I don’t know Pinkie, what do you want to do." "Party!"