Wallflower Blush walked out of her bathroom and noticed that the Flim-Flam brothers invited themselves into her house and were installing speakers on the ceiling.
“There. I’m wearing pantyhoses. Not sure why they have a metallic waistband, though. Anyway, this is the last time that I’m wearing tight clothes. Can I take them off now?”
“Can you?” One of the brothers snapped a belt around her waste.
She tried to undress, but the clothes were firmly stuck to the belt.
“Electromagnetic belt,” he said. “It’s not as if we don’t trust you. Surely you intend to honor your contract, right? It’s just…”
“We don’t trust you,” the second one added.
“Wait, you expect me to keep wearing these?”
“Only for the duration of the contract.” The first one nodded.
“That’s like a hundred years. And how do you expect me to go to the bathroom if I can’t take them off?”
“We’ve prepared a special public form, which you can fill at any time,” the second one added. “I’ve already bookmarked it on your computer.”
“You were on my computer?”
“Don’t worry, I first backuped your browsing history, including the suggestive My Little Tentacle fanart, onto a public cloud. All your digital history is preserved and freely accessible.”
She stormed into her room as fast as pantyhoses would allow her, and indeed, she saw her computer already turned on with a long form on the screen.
She pressed the ‘submit’ button without even reading any of it.
All the fields turned red, with bold text on top of the page stating, “Fill out the required fields.”
She quickly skimmed among the options under the ‘submitted reason for removal’ and yelled, “There’s no option for: they’re itching me!”
“Indeed,” the first one said.
“It’s not a valid excuse,” the second one added. “Going to 1 or 2 are the only options. If approved, the belt will shut down for a minute.”
“Get out!” Wallflower Blush yelled. “Both of you, get out of my house now!”
“I just put up the last camera,” the first one said. “We can, indeed, go now and watch the numbers go up as the stream goes viral.”
They waved her goodbye and left the house.
“Cameras? Stream? What were they on about?” Wallflower banged her head against the wall from all the confusion and turmoil she’d been through thus far.
“Is she going crazy?” came from the ceiling.
“Who said that?” Wallflower looked around but didn’t see anybody.
“We’re the sound of reason. You haven’t heard from us for a long time.”
“Hearing voices is a symptom of being crazy.”
“I think hearing voices is the least of her problems.”
“Yeah, she’s crazy alright. Nobody in the right mind would wear a dozen pantyhoses for no reason.”
“Who are you, people‽” Wallflower screeched. “I had no choice!”
“You’re just an attention whorse.”
“No, I’m not. The attention is the exact opposite of what I want!”
“*Pantyhose Warrior says while she streams on all platforms…”
“Wait, what?” she pressed her hands against her head. “That can’t be true.”
She quickly opened the search engine Giggle and said, “Pantyhose Warrior” as she wrote it in the text box.
When she pressed ‘I feel lucky’, she saw herself staring back at her.
“Inception!” came from the ceiling.
It was the same comment that appeared in the chat by the stream. And so too were the following comments, read out loud from the ceiling.
“She’s cheating by opening her own stream to add to the view count.”
“I’m not cheating! I don’t even want any of this.”
“Lie to somebody else.”
She stood up and yelled at the ceiling “I’m not lying!”
“Lier, lier, pantyhose on fire!”
“Stop watching me!” she said to the internet, fell on the bed and covered herself with a sheet.
“I wonder what she’s doing under there.”
“I bet she’s getting frisky under the covers.”
“Nobody would want to touch her with a 6-foot poll. Of course she has to take care of it herself.”
“I’m not doing anything!” She threw the covers off herself “Leave me alone!”
“Congrats on the million views!”
Wallflower Blush blushed “A million people are watching me?”
“Why does she call herself Pantyhose Warrior? She’s too pathetic to even be a girl scout.”
“I don’t even call myself that, and I never wear pantyhoses!”
“A dozen pantyhoses you’re wearing say otherwise.”
“Leave me alone!”
“You’re just lying there like a lazy bum you are. Get up and dance for us!”
“I’m not here for your entertainment. Stop watching me!”
“I can’t stop watching now, I didn’t finish yet.”
Wallflower blushed like never before. She assumed a fetal position and pressed a pillow on her head. Yet not even the pillow cooperated. It wasn’t as soft as she remembered it to be. It was as if it had a hard lump in it.
She tried to lose consciousness and escape to dreams from the harsh reality, but the constant and persistent comments kept her awake. She could only ever fall asleep after crying, but the tears wouldn’t stop flowing.
“I’d do her now that she’s hiding her face.”
“I’d do her with a 7-foot poll.”
“I’m new here. Why is she wearing pantyhoses? Is this like her fetish? Grose!”
“If I was her I’d rather kill myself than keep on streaming.”
“I bet her parents are proud of her…”
“I heard her parents are dead.”
“I bet she choked them to death with her pantyhoses.”
“Headcanon accepted.”
“I go to the same school as she does. I’ve heard she fucked with people’s brains.”
“Well, there’s a new fetish I haven’t heard about yet.”
“Neurophilia?”
“Why isn’t she in an asylum?”
“I bet she was too crazy even for them.”
“Did you guys see the memes about her? They’re spreading like wildfire.”
“I’ve just uploaded another autotune video clip of her asking for scissors.”
“Let me get this straight, she broke into the gym to wear pantyhoses?”
“Don’t try to find any reason, she’s clinically insane.”
“Why is she wearing pantyhoses in the middle of the Summer?”
“If she was hot by herself she wouldn’t. But she’s the opposite of hot so she must.”
At that moment, Wallflower Blush’s cell phone rang on her cupboard. It was an SMS from Sunset Shimmer, “Use the memory stone. Erase the day.”
She sat on her bed, trying to interpret the message. As she supported herself with a hand on the pillow, she felt the bump again. “Can it be?” She reached inside the pillow and pulled out the fully intact artifact. “There are people who are wrong on the internet. But I can fix it. I can erace the day from everyone’s memory and fix the internet!”
Her smile quickly dissipated as the rock was pulled. She tried to stop it but it was ripped out of her hands. It flew through the window.
Sunset Shimmer intercepted it and turned to Twilight Sparkle. “Told ya she had it.” With that, she walked off.
“I can’t believe you were right about Wallflower.” She too turned around.
“Help,” was the only thing Wallflower could utter.
Twilight glanced back at her. “Clearly you’re still evil. Erasing people’s memory is one thing, but censorship on the internet? You truly are a vile villain. Reformation will therefore have to take a long time in your case.”
With that, Wallflower Blush was left alone with the internet trolls who would make sure she’d never forget the day or any day after that.