Hatred of the Anti-Brony

by Angrywritingskills


Chapter 3: Hatred for the ponies

Walking downtown always makes me sick. This is supposed to be the bad part of town but compared to Earth this place is the nicest hood ever. Everyone lived in apartments sure but it was peaceful. I wasn’t in the residential area though I was on the main street. Main Street is highly active so I hate going there but it is the only way to make a complete circle back to the garage. I hate every minute I stay here. Everywhere I look is a fucking rainbow of colors. Ponies of every kind on the sidewalks and in the air surrounded me. Of course there were the bronies; I consider anyone who would want to live here to be a brony. I’m not a brony not by a long shot even though I technically live here. My hatred for them makes me as far from one as possible even though I did watch the show.

Alright I’ll admit it but I did keep myself updated on the the show up until it was cancelled mid season eight. It’s a secret that I've kept from everyone but I discovered the show and the bronies way before any of my friends did. For a while I was actually convinced I liked it. At the time it had some kind of charm to it that made me happy. But as time went on, one of my other friends discovered the show and suddenly he came out of the stable. My friends of course shit on his life but one by one he turned them in brony dogs. When it finally became my turn they turned their hungry eyes on me and started the procedure of trying to get me to watch. For some reason I lied and said I’ve never heard about bronies. I guess I felt different about the whole situation since most of my friends started really getting into the show and referenced it on a daily basis. I guess it lost its charm and I never felt the need to spread “love and tolerance” around and actually found it annoying that they were so flamboyant about the whole thing even though it really didn’t impact their lives. So maybe I denied bronyhood just because I was jealous that my friends didn’t see things like me.

But this denial only fed the fuel for them to torment me to no end. Now what really irks me is that they did it just to get a reaction out of me. They never cared if I became a brony; they just wanted to see me furious. Eventually I did look at a few pony related things to appease them but there was a certain mother fucker who was out to get me. Yeah one of my friends started targeting me to join the fandom, like full out join not be a moderate. I would have told him to fuck off but he was one of my better friends. With that trust he deceived me by telling me one thing and then other people different things. In the end I looked like a fool because I trusted someone. I still had some who were on my side but those soon turned against me too.

I guess what I’m trying to say is I hate bronies from personal experience. Not a good reason to hate every brony but good enough reason to stay on my toes when their name is mentioned. Oddly I never hated the show itself. I mean I can be reasonable and there is no way I was going to blame DHX for doing their jobs. But all of my past opinions matter little now since everything has changed. Now it is the creators’ fault for the world being how it is today and bronies went from a nuisance to a screaming in my head that won't go away.

Every day I can see and hear them. Who would have thought that a dumb group of idiots could become some kind of figure heads for peace? After Earth and Equestrian relations started up the Equestrians began getting ideas from the bronies. I call it brony imperialism. Since Equestria is so 'good and pure' and Earth is so 'vile and wicked', bronies decided to spread their message of love and tolerance through Earth by means of the internet and public speeches. Now I’m not saying they changed the Earth for the better and ended all conflict, but they did leave a lasting impression on Earth’s culture.

For that the bronies must pay. I can’t stand them and my hatred for them drives me to think of villainous things to do to every one of them I meet. But I know that if I try anything then I'll waste any chance to drive them out for good. If I did try then I would just end up in jail.

About jail, there are no jails in Equestria. If a pony were to do something bad then punishment would be to learn from their mistake. If it was something really bad then the princess would probably hear and dish punishment out personally. Ponies aren’t inheritably bad so there are literally no pony criminals or that's what I've been taught. Even the villainous of the show who are supposed to be so evil aren’t considered bad by human standards or that's what I've been told. I mean after what happened to the villains when the bronies came I doubt there’ll ever be another villain to rise again in Equestria.

But of course there are plenty of human criminals. When Equestria and Earth started to blend, we promised that we would take care of any bad humans in Equestria. So now there are human police all around the place. Sometimes I feel like Equestria is under martial law but nobody knows it yet. If caught committing a crime then the human is arrested and sent to a human jail on Earth. Guess ponies don't want prisons subtracting from the purity of their country.

But back to bad ponies. There is something people don’t know about ponies. They’ve changed since humans arrived, and they’ve changed negatively. Nobody knows about it because it’s a conspiracy. The ponies from that TV show are now very different from when the show ended. Now that I think about it; I’ve always had a masochistic relationship with the show. I hate it with all my heart but my brain tells me that I have to keep reminding myself why I hate it. Stupid brain.

But anyways, yes the ponies have changed and I can tell just by looking at their body movement and speech. It’s disturbing looking at what we done to them. Humankind introduced to them the seven deadly sins. But they were the ones that submitted to it. That's how I know that ponies are the bad guys. They're like sponges that absorb evil.

With the introduction of big business ponies now experience a new drive to run businesses; greed. I’m pretty sure we can thank the introduction of human paper currency for the rise of new corporations in Equestria. The question I have is who runs them. Human or pony?

Food in Equestria used to always be all natural and not processed but that changed when fast food restaurants introduced an overabundance of food and gave Equestria obesity; gluttony. Those corporations bought out all the farms, I’m pretty sure, and now like Earth food is mass produced.

Ever complain that something is too sexualized and ignores everything else but to promote sex? Equestria barely knew what sex is but humans’ sure do; lust. Hear about them but never seen one. I heard from a few whispering lips that you can now buy your own pony hooker. That really disturbs the fuck out of me but I don’t believe it. Also there might be strip clubs in the more populated cities but again just a rumor.

Jealousy in Equestria has been present but not in the way humans feel it; envy. This one was harder to see but if I look closely I can see how ponies now hold each other in contempt. Gone are the days of being happy for one and other. The mares of Equestria are now reminiscent of some kind of high school drama. A while ago after I heard that pony and human schools were merging, I also heard that some of the kids weren’t so open to sharing their schools with animals. Almost put hope in my heart for the future’s generation.

I remember that Applejack in the show always promoted a hardworking attitude. But why work when you can get everything more conveniently now; sloth. All I can say is convenience stores and a more widespread delivery system made Equestria into a complete consumer nation. Remember those cutie marks and how they represented a special talent? Who needs talent when everything is already covered? No need to succeed just lay back and try to find an easy job.

I’ve seen ponies get mad but it’s always been frustrated anger. Not so angry you want to personally take it out on someone; wrath. Violence in Equestria? Pfft! No violence but I’ve seen these things lose their temper and it ain’t always adorable. In fact I’m still waiting for one of them to get so mad they stab someone to death. Will definitely reveal their cutie mark.

The last sin is perfectly personified by Rainbow Dash but even she could control it; pride. Remember the celebrities? Brony, pony, they’re basically the same in which they pride themselves in being “bold and stepping outside the boundaries of masculinity”. Difference is the bronies want to be ponies and I hate both of them.

My only problem is I can never prove ponies are now scum. They're monsters that want to enslave humanity because they saw how much we've suffered in the past and they want to bring that back. I just can’t convince anyone that ponies aren’t these sweet adorable creatures anymore. They shouldn’t get this attention and they shouldn’t be treated as friends or equals for that matter. But one day maybe I’ll be able to prove it to everyone. It will be awesome.

As I waited at an intersection I was soon surrounded by ponies and bronies. Situations like this usually put my hair on end and with my uniform on I was especially nervous and angry. Lucky for me the Equestrian populace was as ignorant as peasants and aren’t plagued by superstition. They didn’t see me and they didn’t care. To my right was a pony smiling like they always do. One difference between ponies and humans are ponies’ faces were stuck in constant smiles. No really humans keep neutral expressions all the time and we flex our muscles to frown and smile. Well for ponies it takes muscles to frown and have a neutral face. Weird shit and people actually did research into this stuff. I remember reading about it in one of those magazines at a grocery mart.

As I looked at the pony I began to feel my anger coming on like it always did when I am near these things. It started in my stomach and spread throughout my body. It reached my fists and I shoved them into my pockets to prevent myself from striking the thing. I resisted the urge to contort my face and I tried to take my eyes off it. But I couldn’t. It was just so fucking stupid. Fuck Lauren Faust and every one of her fucking bronies! Fuck them all! I have to stomp on its face, I have too! But if I do then I’ll just end up in jail and nothing will get done. But if I don’t do anything then this bullshit will go on!

It took me a while to realize but people started to move around me. I looked up to see that the walking signal was on and I crossed the street with the rest of the faggots. By the time I was across the street my forehead hurt from the stress I exerted on my brain. I continued to follow my usual trail and think my usual thoughts.

I know how I think. If I think about things that make me angry then I get angry. So I think about things that make me happy. And nothing makes me happier than fantasizing the downfall of pony kind. The concept would actually be a beautiful thing if you’re like me. Just picture it, self-righteous bronies running in great masses as their beloved ponies are exterminated. Of course I don’t know how to make this happen but I have an idea. I joined the anarchists to cause death and the way I see it is if I can bring out the worst in humanity then the ponies will reject us. If I can just show them how nasty we can be then I can maybe make them hate us like I hate them.

What's great is I learned that you can't fight hatred. The more hate you create the more others will come to hate you. So if ponies can hate us then maybe they'll die off. And I know that if I were to fight back against ponies then they would fight against me. The only way they could defeat me without defeating themselves would be to use peace against me but they'll never do that.

Continuing to walk I saw the building that was my home. I walked back to the door and proceeded to perform the knock to gain entry. Zayn for whatever reason doesn't trust me with a key so I have to knock. I mean I can understand Kyle not getting a key because he would probably sell it for drug money but me? The knock was two slow taps then a fast succession finished off with a hit with the elbow. Simple enough for me. I performed the steps and waited. A little slot opened right in front of my eyes and I could see Myriad’s eyes peeking through.

“Sup sweetheart.” I smiled. I saw her role her eyes and then close the slot. The door opened quickly after and I stepped inside. At first glance it seemed like nothing had change since I left. Everyone was where they were when I left. Myriad closed the door and walked back over to Zayn. I admired the view of her back end for a few second but she must be psychic because she turned back to me. I quickly adverted my eyes to the corner of the room. Last time I was acknowledging the scenery I wound up with bad handwriting for weeks. I walked my way back to where Bill was seated. He had grabbed a beer which kind of made me irritated that he didn’t tell me we had beer. For a moment we sat in silence until the fag himself spoke up.

“So did you cool down?” Zayn asked. He was obviously still annoyed with me which was typical. That bitch couldn’t let things go.

“No.” I said stubbornly. “If you know that ponies make me mad, why would you think that being near them would calm me down?” My question was something I regularly asked and I always got the regular answer.

“Because you don’t hate ponies.” Zayn answered with the same answer I’ve heard for a year. “You hate society like the rest of us. Ponies are just part of the bigger picture.” What was this guy’s problem? He’s so absorbed in his own thing he forgets to think about us. I mean doesn’t he know that Kyle is only here because he wants a place to stay. This whole set up has always reminded me of my situation with my friends back in high school. They never understood my views. They would just hear what I say and refute it as me being a closet brony. Really made me angry back then but that is nothing compared to what I feel now.

“Anyways I hope you’re ready to listen to the rest of what I have to say.” Zayn said.

“Whatever.” I said not caring anymore.

“Well, he insisted I do this just for you. So here it goes.” Zayn held his hand up and pulled a flash card out of his pocket. “Lady and gentlemen, presenting the king of chaos himself. The one and only Discord!” From out of the shadows a birthday present slid into the light. A ticking noise filled the room and the box’s lid suddenly exploded and from it a giant puppet of Discord sprang from it. It wore a grin and was made of fabric. It started to stretch towards me and Bill. Bill was unimpressed and sat there bored. I was almost shitting myself. As it came closer towards me, things went weird. It came closer and closer until it got to the point of almost touching my face. But as soon as it got uncomfortable, it sprang backwards and the real Discord was shown to be controlling it with his hand.

“You probably thought that was alive. Nope!” The spirit of chaos flung the huge puppet aside. “It’s just discord.” He laughed his normal annoying cackle; throwing his head back in the process. I was beginning to lose control like I always do except it was worse this time. I know that Discord is technically not a pony but he’s related to this universe and that makes him just as bad if not worse. To tell the truth I actually used to harbor a hatred for Discord back before this all started. Discord was always popular amongst bronies for reasons I don’t know why. To me he’s nothing but a mediocre villain with an irritating voice and concept. But to bronies he’s the shit and the best villain character they’ve ever seen. He’s actually the reason one of my friends really enjoyed the show. Yeah I hate him a little bit more since it is personal.

“So is this whom we were waiting for?” Discord asked. His body stretched until he was face to face with mine.

“Yes he is.” Bill said putting his hand between me and Discord. “And he prefers personal space.” Bill put one
finger on Discord’s forehead and pushed gently. His head retracted back to his body. My head was racing with what I could do to kill this joke in front on me. But again I couldn’t act for some reason. If I did then maybe I’ll upset something, but if I didn’t then this joker will still be here.

“Ah yes the pony Hitler needs space to cool down.” Discord said but there was something odd. Not the fact that he knew about Hitler since human history lessons were pretty well taught to the Equestrians but normally Discord says things that are humorous or are meant to be taken lightly but this time he said it in a bored manner. Pissed me off and immediately my hands got ready to strangle his neck off.

“I’m going to kill that mother fucker!” I growled. Bill put his arm around my shoulders.

“Hey let me talk to Jim real quick alright.” He said to Zayn who nodded. Bill quickly turned me around and we began walking away. We passed Kyle who was upside down in a pile of tires. Bill led me around the corner and sat me down at the place we were sitting before the meeting was called.

“Listen.” He began.

“No you listen.” I threw his arms off of me. “You know, you know how I hate those things!”

“I know.”

“And you know if I ever get the chance. Well you know what I’m going to do.”

“I know.”

“Then what the fuck?” I threw my hands up. Bill had a sorry looking expression on his face like he wanted to apologize but he knew he was right.

“You know what Discord is right?” Bill asked.

“Gay.” I responded. Bill shook his head in a mix of pity and frustration. Yeah I pissed him off with my hatred but it was something he also shared some kind of pity for. One of the reasons he recruited me. He pities me.

“Discord represents chaos which is basically disorder.” Bill explained. “Anarchy is the state of disorder. See the connection?” I stood up and looked away. Bill stood up and grabbed my shoulder. “Look on the bright side. With Discord here, Zayn is going to get the courage to actually do something.” I pushed his hand away. To tell the truth I was conflicted. On one hand I was being betrayed; no doubt about it. Zayn did this on purpose and he was doing it to make me angry. But on the other hand I couldn’t just walk away or try and kill Discord. I may be mad but I’m not crazy. Discord is a god and I’m just some guy with a hateful opinion. He could turn me into a pancake and eat me up.

“Hey.” Bill spoke up. “Did I ever tell you why I became an anarchist?”

“No.” I muttered. “You were gunna tell me though before you left last time.”

“Well then.” Bill sat down. “How bout I tell you.” He patted the box next to him prompting me to sit. I sighed and did so. “Now.” Bill began. “I served as a cop for fourteen years. They were the worst fourteen years of my life. I honestly hated everything about being a cop.”

“Then why’d you sign up.” I asked. Bill shrugged.

“To tell the truth I was young, had some kind of sense of justice, and wanted to help people. Let me start out that being a cop is not a way to help people.” Bill seemed serious.

“I don’t know about that.” I said doubtfully. Truthfully I always thought cops were braver than most individuals. Brave because not many would stand around in inner cities with a target on their chests. Still bravery must mean they were good right?

“No it’s true.” Bill said. “You see I learned my first year what it means to be a cop. It means to uphold the law and maintain order. Doesn’t matter who gets imprisoned or who gets hurt. If order is maintained then nobody cares.”

“You still haven’t answered why choose anarchy?” I said dryly.

“You know you sound like you don’t like this idea of anarchy.” Bill said accusatorily. “Why not?” Now it was my turn for an explanation.

“If my only reason for being here is to kill then you know I must not have a good answer.” I started out. “But seriously the whole chaos engulfing the land just sounds stupid.” I leaned back a bit. “I mean a place without law and order sounds to me like a bad idea. People running around with no consequences will only equal death. And death is bad.” I looked to Bill to make sure he was listening. He was, which is another reason why he was now my new best friend. “Anyways.” I said getting back to my explanation. Then an idea popped into my head. “It would be like the Dark Ages.” Bill scrunched his face in confusion. “Lemme explain.” I said quickly. “In high school I used to love to study history. Still do but I’ve put that on hold. But the Dark Ages were a time where it was just anarchy.”

“Wait, wait.” Bill said stopping me. “It wasn’t anarchy back then. There was still some kind of governments.”

“True. But it was still crazy.” I argued. “Sure there were kings and such but people could live how they wanted. Just ask the barbarians. I mean if anarchy equals the destruction of government then it would be like the fall of Rome and everyday would be a life or death situation. I mean come on Bill.” I looked at him. “Use logic, without a way to govern ourselves then what will stop some guy with a gun from shooting me down in the street.” Bill looked off in the distance for a while. Eventually he breathed out and faced me.

“You know I would have thought the same thing at your age.” Bill admitted. “But after I saw that even with our high social governing, there could still be that guy with a gun shooting people down in the street.”

“Yeah but people like that go to jail.” I said.

“Yeah but then another person just like that person does it tomorrow and so on.” He was getting lost in memory I could tell. He’s told me a couple cop stories before. They’re all about how he had to respond to some guy shooting at someone else. Bill was a cop who was unfortunate enough to have to patrol the bad side of the city he was in; must have seen some pretty wild things to want to turn to anarchy.

“You know what.” He finally said. “If this deal with Discord works out and anarchy does sweep through the land. Well we still have that Uzi locked up.” Bill was right. My Uzi had been confiscated by Zayn who told me it was now property of the Anarchist revolution. It was now locked in some drawer somewhere.“Guns aren’t common in Equestria so we could get some local influence.” Bill explained. “I bet we could gather some citizens and form our own little society where people can truly live freely.”

“I thought there was no society in total anarchy.” I smiled.

“No not like now.” Bill said. “In my anarchy people aren’t bound to anything so people are free.”

“Free to kill motherfuckers.” I muttered.

“Trust me. People will learn quickly that they have to cooperate if they want to survive.” Bill said. I found this unlikely then I remembered something.

“Heh.” I smiled. “Your idea kind of reminds me of this game I used to play a long time ago; Fallout. It basically was a wasteland where people set up in little communities guarded over by usually some sort of self-dignified lawman.”

“Sounds like my kind of place.” Bill said. There was another pause. “Ah fuck it.” He exclaimed. “You know what.” He turned to me. “If you want, our society doesn’t have to include ponies. We can exile them.” Actually this didn’t sound too bad. If I could live my whole life free of ponies then I would die happy.

“Plan still seems kind of farfetched though.” I said still with some doubt. “I mean we’re gunna basically threaten people to cooperation and then rule our own little kingdom like kings.”

“No.” Bill said. “Not like kings. I don’t plan on being a dictator like those two sisters in Canterlot. The gun’s just for protection if we run into barbarians. We’ll be more like guardian angels. But seriously you still in?” Bill held out his hand. At this point I could see two paths. One was I left this stupid cause and pursued my own dream. On the other path I stain some of my days with cooperation with a pony. I decided to fall back on my go to strategy; logic. Leaving now I have no plan and would probably be lost and wondering like those years before I came here. But if I stay it will require concentration and self-control on my part but I might have a chance to get what I want. After some time of thinking; my logic won in the end like it always does.

“Alright.” I said shaking Bill’s hand. “I’m in.” Bill smiled.

“That a boy.” He patted me on the back. “Now let’s go see what Zayn has planned.” So we went back to the little meeting. I’m actually proud of myself since I was able to keep my cool believe it or not. Sure Discord tried to toy around with me but after he didn’t get any kind of reaction he decided to lay off. That’s when I realized that really he is just a big bully. I’m not sensitive or anything but he really is a bully. Sure if you followed the fanfics back when you might of thought him the victim. But really he’s just a bully, trying to get some attention.

For a while I was actually kind of jealous of Discord. Everyone seemed to like him. Zayn was brownnosing him but I expected that. Myriad even smiled, something I’ve never seen her do before. Then Kyle had again taken another hit from whatever he was on and Discord had a field day with him. Even Bill partook in some of Discord’s odd games. These games were basically Discord doing little pranks and entertaining his new playmates. I waited in the shadows for what would happen next. As time went on Zayn eventually lost track of time. He decided that tomorrow we would take action. Finally satisfied I retreated back to the place I slept. Collapsing onto the dirty old mattress that I called my bed, I laid awake for some time wondering what would happen now before I finally fell asleep with the knowledge that things were going to change.