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// Chapter 2: Where I 'm now 
// Story: Hatred of the Anti-Brony 
// by Angrywritingskills 
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	I’m twenty three now and it’s been a year since I joined the anarchist revolution or whatever they call it. The old shack in the forest that had been their headquarters was moved to the city and now we live in a garage. I wasn’t too happy since it's closer to ponies but I’m never happy anymore. I only seem to wear a black jumpsuit and a black trucker hat pointed backwards since it was the only outfit I had left to wear. Adorned on the back of the jumpsuit is a red anarchy A which is our symbol. 

This building is abandoned so I’m basically a squatter but since nobody has come looking for me I'm safe here. As for what’s inside, it’s pretty much a big concrete room with some tools around. That’s what tipped it off as a garage. Also there are these tires and cardboard boxes around some filled with stuff like car parts and some not. So when I first came here I figured it wouldn’t be so bad but I soon found out that this place has nothing to offer me in terms of opportunities.

Actually the reason we all moved to the city was so we could cause a little chaos on the population. However it was about ten months ago when I realized this little movement I joined was just the false dream of a lying man. We are kind of a group but it would be hard to tell considering there are just five of us counting me. The other members seem to believe in something but with the absolute no progress we’ve made I don’t. This group was literally made when I joined meaning that it was originally just a bunch of people who somehow met and decided to quit their everyday lives and pursue a life of anarchism. Guess the leader thought that more people would come flocking to the scene but they didn’t. In conclusion I made a stupid decision joining a worthless cause and should have stayed drifting. Too bad my old car is gone because I was taken by the cop.

So to pass the time I let my mind drift and I’ve gotten pretty good at it. Just letting myself be overwhelmed by deep thoughts and images is how I get time to spin by. It's also a good way to really discover myself. That is how I discovered exactly how deep my hatred for bronies is and how I was influenced all those years ago. Yep just some soul searching and my mind was clear and set. Problem is it gets boring thinking when there’s nothing going on. So I make up events and scenarios to give me some kind of excitement. I’ll admit I can get eccentric with it. Like how one time I acted out what I would do if I saw Princess Twilight herself every come down to this town. When someone walked in they were surprised to see I was pacing back and forth and trying to imitate a girl’s voice. 

So today I'm just doing what I always do. I've begun to notice I'm lacking creativity in my little fantasies. I always go for the bare hands route. Maybe throwing in a chainsaw would liven things up. Oo or maybe a machete! As I finished my thoughts on how I’m gunna strangle one of the mane six, one of the other members walks in.

“Morning Jim. You’ve been here all day?” Bill greeted me. His dirty blond hair was gleaming in the low handing lights. He still had that moustache going that made him look like a cop. Bill the officer was the one who recruited me to the cause. Bill was nice to me as he was with everyone. Whenever I felt down Bill had come to save me from slumping back into that mood I had contracted from the world going insane. He had to quit being a cop since it distracted him from his mission. I wonder what he does now? He sure doesn't uphold the law anymore.

“Yeah I’ve been here all day.” I replied. “Don’t think it’s a good idea to walk around with this on.” I held up my arms to show off the jumpsuit.

“Eh true.” Bill said taking a seat next to me on a cardboard box. “So what have you been up to? Haven’t seen you in a week?” Bill asked. Even though he wasn’t a cop anymore Bill was the only member to actually get out and see what was happening around town. Out of all of us he was the one that acted the most normal. I mean compared to the rest of the gang and he’s the most approachable. I'm a bit unhinged and I act like it so that usually repels people away.

“I’ve been up to nothing Bill.” I said stretching. “Just waiting for something to happen.”

“Ain’t we all?” Bill agreed. We sat in silence for a moment but soon our peace was interrupted by the sound of heels walking towards us. Just the bitch I didn’t want to see. 

“Bill.” She greeted. “Jim.” She glared at me. Her name was Mariah something, she told me once and I forgot. But she insists that everyone call her Myriad for some dumb reason. She basically hates me and I hate her back. It seemed that she was the stereotypical detached from society wackos when I first met her and I was right. She wears her braided ponytail with a black leather outfit. It seemed like a slutty outfit to me so that’s why when we first met I hit on her. Big mistake on my part. I mean sexy black girl and I’ve been off my game for at least seven years. To top it off turns out she’s a lesbian. Yeah and she’s fully able to kick my ass. Anyways I always felt that she’s just an idiot who is looking to stand out but her idea of standing out is to be nasty about everything. Reminds me of the bronies and their need to emphasize that they are a brony to everyone.

“Zayn wants to speak with us.” Myriad stated. “Meet us in the main room.” 

“Okay.” Bill said standing up. Myriad glared at me like she always does. She still won’t forgive me for grabbing her ass. But she shouldn’t tempt a man with a weapon like that wrapped in those jeans. 

“Jim.” She said biting down on the word.

“Yes.” I smirked.

“Go get Kyle from whatever hole he’s dug himself into.” Kyle is an interesting character and Myriad hates him too. But she hates me more. 

“Uhh but Kyle’s scum. Can’t I just let him smoke his brains out?” I groaned. Myriad grabbed me by the collar and stood me up.

“Now!” She said forcibly pushing me away. I groaned and walked away. Finding Kyle wouldn’t be too hard since he was usually just lying around. Our group stoner was usually alone getting high. My only question was where he got the drugs and how he paid for it. All of us are pretty much dirt poor but with no bills or anything we get by. 

As I rounded a corner I found Kyle lying down on a pile of boxes with smoke coming out of his mouth. His yellow and black outfit smelled of weed and his long blonde hair was frizzy and unclean. I hate seeing him like this. He should be on his feet at all times and be trying to accomplish something. I don't but at least I try. All he does it swamp his brain in THC.

“Kyle!” I said rather loudly. “Kyle wake up you lazy douchebag.” I gave him a good kick on the shoulder and he collapsed on the floor.

“Hm what? No I don’t want to submit to a drug test.” He said in slurred speech. I rolled my eyes and grabbed him by the arm.

“Kyle shape the fuck up!” I ordered like I had any authority over him. Kyle shakily got onto his feet and gazed around the room. He was probably trying to figure out why it was melting. He finally turned to me and I could smell his rank breath. 

“Oh hi Jim. Wow.” He grabbed my face and moved his thumbs over it. “Your skin is really soft.” I swatted his hands away.

“Come on Zayn has something important to tell us.” I said sarcastically. 

“You know you two are always fighting with each other.” Kyle stated holding his hand out as if to feel what was in front of him. “You know if you two just acted more… more.” Kyle never finished his thoughts.

“Acted more peacefully towards each other to further benefit the welfare of others and maybe actually get this group into motion.” I finished for him. 

“Yeah that.” Kyle smiled dopily. I sighed. I decided to try something again that I usually try when I’m talking to Kyle. Try to get him off the drugs. Problem is I use reasoning and in his world there is no reason.

“Kyle.” I said getting his attention. “I’ve told you before that the reason this group doesn’t work is because we are dysfunctional. The lesbian bitch doesn’t work with anyone except Zayn. So she’s basically a carpet munching dog. Zayn doesn’t want to take action because he's too big of a pussy to do anything. And you’re always high so you’re completely fucking worthless.” Kyle began to stagger and I ran over to catch him. Clearly he wouldn’t be walking. I resorted to just giving him a piggy back ride. “You see Kyle.” I continued with him now on my back. “The only ones who are ready and willing to do anything are Bill and I. So over half the team is useless. Especially you. At least Mariah could do something if she wanted to act. You’re too high to be useful.” I know I’m being cruel but Kyle really had a problem and he is more of a liability than anything else. In fact he hasn’t helped at all. Not even when we moved here. I had to carry his blond ass into the moving truck.

“Yeah well.” Kyle said burying his face into my back. The material of the jumpsuit must feel good on his face. “At least I fucked more bitches than you.” 

“Heh yeah.” I laughed. “Well you got them high and all so that really doesn’t count. For every bitch I’ve fucked she counts for ten of yours.” I carried him on my back across the complex. The garage was actually part of a bigger abandoned building but we stayed on ground level. So yes we are homeless but at least we got a roof under our heads. Equestria is strict on keeping a clean environment so the homeless aren’t really ignored like on Earth. In fact the ponies are enthusiastic to help solve human problems like homelessness. Of course I would never accept help from a pony. Not that they’ve come looking around here for trouble. In fact I've never once been asked for help from a pony. It’s odd but I don’t really care enough to question it. As I rounded the corner again I found that our little group was already set. I dropped Kyle on a set of tires and he rolled behind them. 

In the center of the room stood Zayn. He’s a real asshole but not the kind where he can still be a friend. From the ceiling a light was cast on him since he feels people need to notice him. To tell the truth it would be hard not to. He dressed like a friggin hipster, skinny jeans, high tops, fingerless gloves, and a scarf. He thankfully didn’t wear fake glasses or a fedora but still. He’s actually what I expected the leader of a cult to look and act like. This guy is unfucking believable.  He held his arms open as if he was about to get a hug.

“Friends and family.” He said in his usual annoying speaking voice. “We for so long have been oppressed by the norms of corporation, government, and society. Each day we try to bring these weaknesses of man down and show the people, what they are truly capable of.” For the love of Christ! This is one of the things I hate about Zayn. He talks like he’s some sort of prophet and it’s all the same.  Everyday all we do is sit around here and wonder what our leader is planning. When we do find out he gives another speech like this. I’ve sat for nearly a year waiting for some action. The reason I joined them was to really cause havoc. I was told we were going to bring an end to society which of course meant lots of people would get hurt. And by people I mean ponies. My theory is if society crumbles then humans and ponies would get drawn apart or they would turn on each other. Either way there would be a lot more dead ponies. “But soon this will end.” Zayn continued. “Soon everything that has kept humankind from achieving true unity will die. And from it.” I couldn’t take it anymore. The same thing over and over again and I’m siting here expecting shit to change. I stood up.

“Um excuse me.” I interrupted. Zayn’s mouth was still open when he turned to me. I walked down to join him in the light. “It seems to me that we’ve heard this song and dance already.” This wouldn’t mark the first time I’ve spoken out. But this time I was really going to make a fuss. The whole anarchy thing has been told already and by now even Myriad was bored of it. But as the leader we had to respect him and all that bullshit. “Come on Zayn old pal. When are we gunna do something?” He looked at me with contempt. Everyone knew there was tension between us but it was a common thing. Still, Myriad moved behind Zayn as the rest watched. 

“I don’t feel like I should be addressing this subject right now.” Zayn said with a slight bit of annoyance in his voice. He was pretty good at hiding anger in his voice but his facial expression says it all. 

“Well I think you should.” I said. Myriad shook her head in disgust.

“Alright first.” Zayn turned to me. “Thanks for wearing your uniform.” I smirked, flattered that he noticed. “But second. I can only tell you what I’ve always been telling you.” I rolled my eyes.

“You’re going to say we have to bid our time and strike when society is at its most vulnerable.” 

“Good you’ve been listening to me.” Zayn said but I could tell he was unimpressed. “Now would you please just sit down? There is something important I have to say.” 

“Then say it!” I spat raising my voice. My increase of volume must have sent him over the edge. He gritted his teeth. 

“Listen, shut the fuck up! It seems that every time you always wanna start something! Well I’m sick of it.” 

“Then do something to shut me up!” I roared. 

“No!” He yelled back. “We mustn’t be fighting amongst ourselves. So I’m gunna ask you one more time.” He pointed his finger at me. “Sit the fuck down.” I laughed a bit. A hysteric laugh that you laugh when you know no one is listening to you. 

“You’re still the same. You’ve always been the same!” I said smiling shaking my head. “Even after a year you still sit on your ass and do nothing.” My anger was rising. “If you were a good leader you would have made sure your followers are happy. You couldn’t lead the bronies to Bronycon. You worthless motherfucker.” My anger spilled over and I swung my fist at Zayn. Of course everyone in the room saw this coming, so I missed Zayn’s head by about a mile as he ducked. The worst part came yet as the guard dog, Myriad, grabbed my forearm and twisted it. I cried out in pain and my face winced as the agonizing pain of my wrist bending shot up my arm. Myriad had been trained how to fight and her training was good. Don’t know where she got trained from but it must have been some kind of Asian guy. She knocked me on the ground with her leg and I collapsed on the ground right before she dug her heel into my kidney. Zayn looked over me and smiled triumphantly.

“Maybe you need to go for a walk to remember what you’re fighting for.” He looked to Myriad. “Escort him to the door.” He ordered. Myriad nodded and picked me up by my bad arm. 

“Let’s go punk.” She muttered walking me to the door. I gritted my teeth at the pain but that wasn’t all I felt. These walks Zayn would make me do were just frustrating. He, like everyone else, knew of my hatred for the ponies. In fact I’m sure he’s been manipulating me through that hatred to make me stay. It might be one of the reasons why we moved to the city so I could be at my full potential. After all if you use the logic, hate equals rage equals power, then maybe I’m an asset worth keeping. But these walks make me frustrated because everywhere I go there would be nothing but bronies and ponies. And gosh I hate them, but I’m smart and I know I can’t do anything unless I want to go to jail. When we reached the door, she paused to unlock it.

“Tight grip ya got sweetheart.” I said. She unlocked the door with the key and began to push me out. “Kind of want to see what else you can do with them hands.” I smirked and she held me in the doorway. She smiled something I rarely see, and put a hand on my inner thigh. 

“Oh the things I could do to you.” She said seductively running a finger up. Then at the last second her hand turned into a fist and she jabbed me in the balls.

“But I’m gay.” She spat thrusting me out of the building where I landed on the dirt. She slammed the door behind me as I withered on the ground. 

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Myriad returned to the group where she took a seat. Kyle was passed out so the group was smaller than usual. Zayn let out an exhausted sigh; it’s what he did when he had to deal with Jim’s anxiety. Bill, who had watched the whole thing in silence, spoke up.

“He’s got a good point though.” He said grabbing Zayn’s attention. “We do only sit here and wait for you to make us do something. There must be something we can do or even I am going to get angry.” 

“I was going to get to that.” Zayn said exasperated. He cleared his throat. “Anarchists! I would like to show you our ticket to spreading chaos throughout the land of Equestria.”  


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I forced myself to my knees as I gently held my ball sack. Somewhere in the back of my mind told me to not try arguing. But I did, and now I was experiencing pain. Myriad was always a bitch but that wasn’t my concern. After I while I got on my feet and stumbled off. I walked down the little dirt back alley; dusting my back off. My hand brushed the red A and I cursed myself for still having this on. Swallowing my paranoia I walked out onto the sidewalk, hoping no one would give me weird looks for wearing an anarchy symbol on my back.