//------------------------------// // Chapter 4: Why the hate // Story: Hatred of the Anti-Brony // by Angrywritingskills //------------------------------// The next morning I woke up at my usual time of seven o clock. I’m a morning guy so I’m able to get up quickly. I brushed my teeth in a rusty sink that was located near me. Originally I had just let my teeth go to waste in the years before but it was actually Myriad’s forceful orders to start brushing and flossing again. She didn’t like the smell of my breath or something. After I was done I headed back to the meeting room and waited. The other group members didn’t wake up this early so I would have to wait an hour or two. In the meantime I could think about things and fantasize about what’s happened and what would happen next. This was finally it. The time to act and things were now going to change. And if there was action, it means I have something to think about. So I entered that deep thought process. It was relatively easy since I was tired and being tired made me sink back into that deep state of mind more easily. In time I could see the fate of Equestria. Cities falling, people yelling, bodies shot all over the floor, and me playing an important part in all of it. Maybe not a major part, I’ll be behind Discord the whole way, but I’ll be at the side of Bill maybe. Or it might be me and him fighting along. I hope there’ll be fighting. Would be kind of boring just watching it all. Also hope that Kyle would join us. He’s one of my only contacts so it would be nice if he were there. Whatever happens, it’ll be awesome to finally experience that feeling of triumph over these things. As I started imagining the faces of ponies in fear of my actions I was slowly going back to something that kept me going. Why I hate the ponies and bronies? It would be easy to say I just hate them for being different but that wouldn’t cut it in most people’s eyes since it sounds ignorant. I could also say that because of my past I harbor a grudge but unless I was disturbed then I wouldn’t say my past would drive me to act so drastically like I’m about to. But my past interactions with the Equestrian kind have made me bitterer and before that the bronies definitely shaped my opinion. Starting with when I was only in high school I had a strong dislike of bronies; simply enough. They made me uncomfortable but I didn’t do anything about it. When the torment of my friends died off and we just went back to being friends, I learned to tolerate bronies and not get so worked up. That all changed of course when it turned out ponies were real things you could touch. As I’ve said before something snapped inside of me. Yeah I went berserk but I recovered. Even after the incident I wasn’t sure on my position on how I should feel about how the world was changing. But after I started to lose contact with the world because I didn’t feel right, a cold bitterness set into my heart. It didn’t help that the bronies got popular, the same people that I thought would lose their fame as soon as the fandom died suddenly made a huge step into legendary stardom. That definitely drove me a little insane. Maybe it was the unexpectedness of the portals opening or maybe it was how everyone was getting so happy over something they never heard of before. Not everyone knew what bronies were but they soon found out and ended up adopting the culture. Whatever it was I felt detached from the world like I was drowning and everyone could see but they didn’t want to help me. So maybe I’m just a sick man with hatred in my heart or I’m just jealous that everyone found a way to be happy except for me. My eyes snapped open as I suddenly realized something. “I’m a fucking anti brony.” I said out loud. The words felt wrong but I felt as if there was some kind of romantic truth about them. I shook my head. “Fucking anti bronies.” Way back when that was the term bronies used describing haters of the show. Not all bronies used it of course but I remember some videos using that term and then there was some artwork of the “anti brony brotherhood”. Ironically one of my friends used to call me an anti brony. The joke was there was no such thing as an anti brony. The problem with anti bronies was the term implied that there was a separate group specifically designed to antagonize bronies. This group does not exist however and was merely another piece of evidence to show that bronies are all idiots. Think of it like this. Why give name to something that upsets you? To give the thing identity so you can cast blame onto it. Bronies came up with the phrase “anti bronies” so they could acknowledge the hatred towards them. It died out sure but the whole idea just proved that the bronies have a persecution complex. It seemed to me that bronies needed to feel antagonized so they could feel special and loved. I mean why else would there be so many videos on YouTube of bronies talking about how much hate they get? Didn’t help that some haters adopted the title but still bronies brought attention to the fact they were getting hatred. I learned from my father that you’ll go through your whole life with people who will hate you no matter how much good you’ll do and that will never change. But to be constantly on edge about it; frustrated me so much. I shifted around the small place I was confined too. All this thought about my future and my hatred really stirred me up. I was pumped and ready to do work. It only took at least half an hour for someone else to get up. It was thankfully Bill who walked down sleepily and greeted me. We had a quick conversation. He too was excited about getting into action. Soon Myriad came down to join us and to my surprised she didn’t sound as bitchy as usual. Even more surprising was she was even more excited than me to get to do something. “Don’t think you’re the only one who is bored out of their head.” She said. She went on to say that Discord and Zayn had already drawn up plans and such. Turns out we were starting our first mission today and they were going to come down and tell us. My hands shook with anticipation. We talked for at least thirty more minutes. I was kind of surprised since normally the three of us didn’t talk except for a few grunts and sneers. And to tell the truth, when she’s like this, Myriad isn’t that bad to be around. Maybe it’s my fault for being a pervert but just getting to know her was pretty nice. Almost felt like I had a friend. After a while we thought it would be a good idea to wake up Kyle. He probably wouldn’t be doing much to help but he deserves at least to know what’s going on. We all dragged him out of his mattress and dropped him on the ground. For a minute I thought he was dead but suddenly like some kind of insect; he scurried to his feet and then sat back down. It wasn’t long before Zayn joined us at around ten o clock. He greeted all of us in a way I found annoying. I don’t really like seeing him in a happy mood but I won’t let that spoil my own mood. At least he cut right to business, leading us down to where Discord was. We found him in our normal meeting space and he awoke in some comical way. But I expected that, he was Discord. Still didn’t change my attitude towards him. When we were all settled in Zayn turned to us. “Alright everybody.” He said in an energetic way. “Today is the day you’ve all be waiting for.” Zayn then went on to say he was thankful for this agreement and how he knew that we were always going to be the ones to help lead him through this journey. So basically a load of bull shit since he has been looking for new volunteers for months. As my attention to Zayn started to diminish, my eyes drifted to Discord. Gosh I still hated him. But something was off about him today. He looked awake but he seemed kind of freaked out. In fact it was like he was nervous. “But none of this would have been possible if it weren’t for our newest friend, Discord.” Zayn said pointing to the spirit of chaos. Discord seemed to snap to life. “Discord would you like to say something before we get started?” Zayn asked. For a minute Discord just sat still. Finally he spoke. “Yeeeeah about that.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Wow this is awkward.” As he said that, it started to get awkward. What was he talking about? Furthermore why was he acting strange? “Um I don’t think I understand.” Zayn said confused. “Is there a problem?” “Well yes, I mean no, I mean yes but not immediately.” Discord struggled with the sentence. Now I was starting to get tense. I had doubt with this the whole time and now it was coming true. I knew the pony fag wouldn’t hold up or he would do something to screw us over. But I’ll admit I didn’t expect him to bail on us. “So what is it Dischode?” I yelled standing up. Immediately Bill put his hand on my shoulder and forced me to sit. Guess he was nervous that I would ruin relations with Discord. But Discord didn’t say anything and just looked around the room. I was getting very anxious now and ready to do something. That was until Zayn spoke again. “Discord we need to know what’s going on.” Zayn said desperately. It was obvious to me that even Zayn had had doubts about all of this. His voice sounded shrill as if he too was nervous. Myriad stood up and got closer to Discord, so did Bill and for some reason Kyle followed too. I was left alone in the corner the reason being I didn’t want to get too close to that thing they were congregated around. “Alright it’s like this.” Discord said feeling the pressure of the others amounting on him. “I didn’t know how long it would be till they found out. So I kind of thought there would be more time.” That was the breaking point of my paranoia. Now I was really angry, confused, and frightened. But before I could ask the obvious question, Zayn beat me to it. “Who are they?” As he said that the wall in front of us exploded in fire. Everyone except for Discord were looking right into it as it went off. On instinct I moved my arms up and my head to the side. As I did, I spotted Discord just standing there un-phased. As my face continued to move I found myself staring at my three acquaintances that had left my side only moments before. Through the dust that had kicked up from the explosion, I could see them standing there and then suddenly all three of them flew backwards with amazing force and then a succession of rocks smash their bodies. I blinked to make sure I wasn’t just imagining it but I saw each of them fall to the ground and just lie there. It all happened so fast I couldn’t tell what was happening or what happen next. Were they dead? As my confusion started to die out, I realized that there was probably something bad happening and I wasn’t too safe out in the open. Immediately I dove behind a stack of tires. My brain was racing, my heart was thumping, and my breath was quick in succession. I thought maybe this is what it would be like if I took up the offer to be a marine with my friend. To tell the truth I don’t like this feeling. A silence overtook the room and I was starting to get anxious. Cautiously I snuck a peek over the stack of tires. What I saw made me jump out of my boots. Emerging from the dust were the shadows of the group of individuals I hated the most. More specifically the mane six. If I were a brony I would be star struck but I’m not so I’m just awestruck. The mane six is usually never seen outside hotels or wherever they are staying. They are literally stalked by adoring fans which begs the question why they love their new human friends. Really I would’ve thought that the fact their entire lives have been viewed by a bunch of man children would really disturb them. But instead they adored their human fans just as much as humans adored them. But what were they doing here? Out of all the places to be they were here. They could’ve been dining in Canterlot, touring the American west coast, making their way across Europe, or be on one of those talk shows. But instead they were here in a dingy garage on a sleepy morning. I wasn’t the only one who was completely stupefied. Zayn stood with his mouth open as the six ponies approached him. Newsflash on the mane six. They’re all grown up now meaning they look different than their show appearance but not too much. If the Equestria girls painted them as high school students, than if they were to go back to that dimension then they would be young adults around their mid-twenties. Too bad they could never go back to that dimension because the mirror was shattered a long time ago with the return of Sunset Shimmer. But that is a whole other story. Basically now in horse form they looked older and wiser with slightly taller stature and more profound facial construction. From my place behind my tire barrier I could see it all unfold. After the initial shock I could see Zayn had entered alert mode. He took a step back and brought his hands up as if to suspect a fight. To tell the truth I was kind of rooting for Zayn at this point. Sure I don’t like him but I really don’t like his competition. But as the ponies got closer I knew something horrible was going to happen. “Get the hell away from me!” Zayn said backing away. The ponies for a second stopped their advance. “I know what you’re here for!” Zayn said on the border of hysteria. I would be hysteric too if I were in his position. “You want to stop me from achieving my individual rights. Well I’m not listening to your lies! I’m an anarchist! Discord help me!” Zayn looked to Discord but received no support. Then I heard princess Twilight speak. “Discord? Have you been up to your old tricks again?” She sounded like this was some kind of routine. “Oh I was just trying to have some fun.” Discord said. “No harm really done… yet.” “Well thank goodness we found you.” This time Rarity spoke. Still had that uptight fake English accent. “Fluttershy has been worried sick about you.” From behind the group the yellow Pegasus flew straight at Discord. “You have a lot of nerve leaving us in the dark there mister.” She sounded angry. “Well geez I just wanted to have fun.” Discord said sounding almost like he was afraid. Guess he should have been because Fluttershy grabbed him by his ear and began dragging him away, claiming he was going to be in big trouble. I looked back over to where my three acquaintances laid. I couldn’t see them except for the rubble was blocking my view. I had to check if they were alive. Very carefully I leaned to the side of the tires to get a better view. Zayn was still standing there. It was as if they had ignored him. Obviously they hadn’t spotted me yet since they seemed focused on other things. I got on my stomach and inched my way towards the rubble concealing myself in the darkness of the room. Zayn began to back away from the group of five ponies. “Hey where do you think you’re going?” Rainbow Dash spoke up. With her amazing speed she got behind Zayn and pushed him towards the group of ponies. “Stop it! Stop it!” He shrieked. “Is your name Zayn?” asked Twilight. Zayn jumped back in surprise. “How? How?” “Actually we’ve heard a lot about you.” Twilight said. “Discord told us about you.” “W-what do you know?” Zayn stuttered. This time Pinkie Pie spoke. “Your name is Zayn, you were born in New Hampshire, your blood type is AO, your real last name is Keihanaikukauakahihuliheekahaunaele which you changed because it couldn’t fit on your driver’s license, and you want to spread anarchy across all of Equestria and Earth because when you were little you saw the power of government take away your fathers job” She took in a breath “and your family lost everything so you vowed revenge.” See that would’ve been impressive if she did it in one breath. I was still unseen somehow. Guess they’re either blind or I’m just a ninja. As I moved alone the back wall I could still hear the conversation going on. I didn’t like it and I knew where it was heading. Zayn was taken aback by the betrayal of his newest ally, the knowledge these ponies now had, and Pinkie’s ability to explain shit. “I don’t understand.” His breathed starting to enter a state of panic and he was on the verge of panic. After all, the mane six are the leaders of Equestria. They joined the princesses after humanity basically forced them to accept a more liberal form of government. Yeah I use the word force because us humans told how bad monarchies are and how Equestria should be more like us. We’re sickos like that. Anyways I listened to more on the conversation as I continued on my way to the rubble. To tell the truth it wasn’t going the way I wanted it to go. It went with the mane six getting Zayn to lighten up to them. How? By simply being sweet innocent little ponies and making him feel welcome. Doing so would lower his defenses so they could go in for the kill. By kill I mean take the fight out of him. I’ve seen this happen to celebrities back home and it made me sick. Not everyone bought into this accepting of Equestrian culture, in fact, there were some notable celebrities who opposed it. Mostly old guys but there were some younger fellows that opposed dropping everything because Equestria rolled into town. The celebrity I remember the most being opposed to Equestrian culture was Howard Stern. Bronies friggin smashed him and basically openly discriminated him for being against their culture in the past. I heard it was horrible for him and he couldn’t escape getting letters that were all “I told ya so”. After about a month of it, he couldn’t even progress his regular show without it being only about responding to bronies, he made an official apology on live radio and then signed off forever. No one heard from him since and I’ve been waiting to meet a brony that will try and defend their actions. Because to me, it seems they just attacked someone only for the reason of getting personal revenge. Never heard anything about revenge in the magic of friendship. Another thing I remember being effected by bronies was music. More specifically the music that was rather violent in lyrical content. I never listened to metal but I heard from a couple sources when I was traveling that ponies killed the rap game. All those rap songs about guns, drugs, and hoes were in decline during the years ponies were introduced. Either the industry changed or maybe the ponies had a deal in it. Either way rap is dead being replaced by this techno shit with guys that think they’re rapping. Finally I remember the conflict with militia groups throughout the world. At one point I believe the bronies thought they could achieve world peace or some shit. Well that’s a foolhardy goal because there is no way the citizens of Earth are just going to lay down arms because ponies say so. Always wanted to travel to a third world country just to see how they felt about the whole situation. Wonder if they even acknowledge ponies as sentient creatures. Maybe to them, an animal is an animal. At last I finally made my way to the rubble pile. Somehow they hadn’t seen me and for that I’m thankful. Rising to my knees, I peered over the rubble and what I saw made me lose my breath. They were dead alright. But seeing them just lying there made me quiver.