Follow Your Heart
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic © Hasbro & Lauren Faust
Dan is a character owned and used by TOOS0BER, if I have misused or he would like him removed I will do so imediately.
By: Blue Spark
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Captured
"MmmHmmmm~ Batman!~"
"What Bane!?"
"Would you like to see my penis?~"
"No Bane, why!?"
*Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
"Bane!"
*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
"BANE NO!!!"
*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip!*
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Hohohoho! Yes Batman!~
And then they kissed.
Ah, don't you just love Game Grumps? Especially all the little animations stuff people make? I find it hilarious.
Anyway, this was all going through my head as I stared blankly at the book in front of me. The thing is though, I seem to have forgotten something important while taking notes...
It's a bitch to do without hands...
I mean, believe me, I tried using the hoof thing again, but it didn't seem to work for some reason. Maybe it's got something to do about doing it subconsciously? Well, that'll be difficult since it's nearly impossible to do something that you know is done subconsciously while trying to do it consciously.
God it makes my head hurt to just try and comprehend this...
I sighed as I continued to scribble in my notes with my mouth... Did you know that pencils taste just as bad as a pony as when your human? Well, this was getting pointless as I wasn't as experienced with... mouthwriting as handwriting. I could kind of make out a few numbers and symbols but everything else was pretty much just random lines. Even what was readable looked like it was scrawled in by a four year old. I might as well as just give up and eat the damned thing.
Speaking of which, not a bad idea since it's almost-
*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!!!!!!!*
Lunch... Well, guess I don't need to do this anymore.
Everyone immediately got out of their seats after putting all their supplies in around a few seconds. They all then proceeded to go single file out of the room and headed off to lunch. I on the other hand was still trying to get my pencil in the stupid pouch...
I let out a huff and frown as I finally put the pencil in but notice that it took a full minute. A FRIGGIN MINUTE!!! This should be taking seconds if I had hands!
I hear shuffling to my left and look to notice that Stripes was standing there, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
*Sigh* "What is it Stripes?" I grumbled as I try to fit my binder in my bag.
He looks at me for a few seconds as I continue to embarrass myself by not getting my binder in my bag. Eventually he just sighed and grabbed my book and binder.
"Wh-!? Hey, what are you-..." My outburst dies in my throat as he proceeds to slip everything in my backpack and holds out the straps for me to grab onto.
"Um... Thanks..." I say hesitantly as I get out of my chair and balance the large bag on my back.
"No problem... I'm really sorry about what happened back there, that stunt I pulled was uncalled for..." He says as he scratches the back of his head and looks away.
I stare at him in shock... No one at school has ever said sorry for making fun of me before, what's up with him?
I turn my head away from him and make my way to the door.
"Oh really? And why all of a sudden do you care?" I throw him an emotionless stare. "From what I know people don't really care about what happens to me."
He gulps a little and looks at me in the eye with a frown.
"It's just... You kind of got a lot on your plate here, seeing as your... Well..." He motions at me before continuing. "I kinda realized that if I was in your shoes then I would probably kill myself, literally... Football is my life, if being turned into a pony happens at all then my life is ruined. But your still going strong, even going to school! Not many people have the guts to do that. So again, I want to say sorry..." He ends by looking at the ground, deep in thought.
Huh, so Stripes was on the football team. I think he mentioned something about that earlier... Still, if what he says is true then he's right, not many would really go on if they were turned into this, it'd ruin your life much less your career. Looking at his eyes though... I don't know but just by looking me in the eye when he said that, I think I believe him. There wasn't even a hint of sarcasm!
I sigh as I walk by him but once I go a few steps I turn my head around to speak to him.
"You know, you really can't be in my shoes anymore since I don't wear any." He glances up, a look that told me he was surprised that I talked to him. If I was still human I probably would have left without a word. I raise a hoof and flash him a smile. "They're called hooves now, Stripes, get with the program."
He chuckles a little and nods. I smile too and then leave the room, making my way to the commons area for lunch.
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It wasn't that hard to get to the lower commons, just start going right for a little bit then take the first left. You then walk until you get to the bathrooms at the end of the hall and take another right. After a quick trot for a minute or two you get to the main bathrooms. Take a left and you'll soon be greeted to the rowdiness and noise of the lower commons.
I stood idly by as I watched students walk by, some going to their next class and other going to eat lunch.
All of them were looking at me as they went by.
I could easily here a few people whispering, I'm not sure what exactly it was due to the noise, but I know for a fact that they were either feeling sorry or talking about me behind my back.
I take a calming breath as I start walking to where I usually sit, a lone table next to a pillar in a corner of the stairs going to the hall across from me.
That's what sucks right now, almost all of the entrances to the lower commons were stairs. There weren't many mind you, around 4 or 6, but remembering my last encounter with them did not bode well with me... A quick glance to my right though settled the issue of steps as I saw the wheelchair ramp that people use sometimes, with or without the wheel chair.
I make my way down the ramp and I am soon in the lower commons where I am in full brunt of the noise. It bothers me a little, my ears rotating back and forth on their own trying to hear what everyone is saying. It feels... Weird... Like having your ears wiggle except they're doing it on their own. As I walk to my table most of the people near me catch sight and their chatter dies down, obviously talking about me. Soon I have quite a few people just staring at me. They weren't even being subtle about it they were just looking at me with those expressions of pity and and hate.
Eventually I made it to my usual spot and sat down with a bit of difficulty. My own little corner of privacy.
If privacy meant loneliness then that's all fine and dandy with me... Better than if HE was here...
Glancing up I realized my mistake.
HE is always here.
I spot a Junior making his way here, his long black hair blending in with his goth like clothes. Goth wouldn't be the best way to describe him really... The way he parts through people and an obvious eye sore out of most other people I relate him to something much more horrifying.
The Reaper.
His all black and Gothic attire hides more cruel things, he takes pleasure on ruining everyone's day, tripping you in the hall, shoving you into your locker, hiding you backpack. The real problem is that he causes enough trouble for him to be a bully but there is never enough evidence or anyone with the courage to send him to detention. Course, even if you did you might find your next day at school full of hidden fists and random kicks by all of his "friends". Fucking asshole though it was a good idea to get all of the school bullies to work together, coordinating their strikes so that they were almost untouchable. You were really only safe if you were one of the popular kids, a wealthy student or had the brute strength to shove them back. Otherwise, may Celestia have mercy on your soul if you ever cross their path...
Because for some reason they always cross mine...
Shit this is not something that I needed to deal with right now! Looking left and right I see most people avoiding eye contact with him and a couple other people I just noticed were with him. I started to panic as I began to think of all the things they could do to me...
They could cover me in glue...
LITERALLY shove me in one of the footlockers in the gym...
Shave me naked...
...
Shave me naked!? FUCK THAT!!!
Eventually I heard a voice in my head screaming HIDE MOTHER FUCKER! and decided to listen to it by diving under the table and huddling there in a fetal position. Eventually I heard footsteps come up to the table and I hold my breath in what can probably only be the most terrifying moment of my life!
Okay, second moment... The first was actually when I first had the gang of bullies chasing me after school but I digress.
Time seemed to slow down as I could hear some of them talking near the table.
"Hey, wonder where tall, puny and lanky is?" I hear one of them say.
"I dunno, he's usually hear by now... Think he decided to eat outside again?" Spoke his stupid counter part... Well, they're both stupid really...
"I don't know and I don't care, he can wait for another day. Right now I want to know where the hell did that... Wait a minute..." As soon as I hear his voice I knew for sure who was talking and what he was looking for, this must have meant they saw me but didn't recognize me.
"Hey guys! Check what I found!" I heard him say as I felt something pull hard on my ass.
Wait a minute, that's not my ass...
oh shit.
Before I knew it somebody pulled me by my tail so hard that I let out a yelp. I soon found myself staring frightfully at the person who was now holding me upside down by my tail and who was also probably my worst nightmare.
"Well well well, lookie at what I just caught boys!"
Staring at me with a large Cheshire smile and eyes that could burn hell I saw my worst enemy...
Dan, the head bully of Sunset High School.