//------------------------------// // Chapter 6: Peter // Story: Hatred of the Anti-Brony // by Angrywritingskills //------------------------------// Exiting the building and walking onto the side walk I realized it must be around noon because there were lots of people out. Everyone must be heading out to lunch or to their jobs. Rush hour happens at mid-day in this city. Kind of odd since usually it was morning when I experienced rush hour traffic when I traveled Earth in my younger years. I still remember those days. Just me driving my car around aimlessly in rural America looking for a way to escape the ponies and never finding it, instead I learned more about them than I ever asked through television and occasionally social media and the internet. Now it seems like I will have to return to that way of life except this time I don’t have a car to help me escape today’s society. But in the meantime maybe I’ll use this time to think about things. The chore of coping with today’s events must be done. I would try to clear my head of my troubles but that only leaves me feeling empty inside. I need a motivation to live and I can take loss such as this. After all I did lose every single friend I ever knew in one event and I’m perfectly fine standing here today. I’ll start out with me and Twilight’s conversation. That was certainly something. Not many get to meet her face to face these days other than other important people and ponies. She’s so high and mighty so her life is now crowded with appointments and such. But what stood out the most to me was I didn’t do anything to harm her which absolutely goes against my fantasies about what I would do if I was caught in a situation such as that. I’ve always wanted to get my hands on her or any pony for that matter and that was the perfect chance yet I let myself talking myself out of it. My own paranoia about the possible consequence made me shift my thinking from an offensive approach to a defensive approach. It’s like thinking about it and using logic made me suddenly afraid to even be near her. What can be learned from this? I’m not as willing to just end a life for sake of enjoyment or destiny. Or rather I can’t do something I’m not totally prepared for. But what will that mean for the rest of my life? I’ve always wanted to do something and I was given the chance and I didn’t do anything. I guess maybe the reason I was squatting in an abandoned building is because I’m a failure. Well other than my failure there was something else about that conversation. Something I said to her. I told Twilight I had to get to my mom’s house and her response was unordinary. I expected her to give me some kind of confused response that was the obvious reaction. But oddly she was almost startled at my response and actually looked ready to leave instead of trying to press me for information like she was before I lied to her. What could this mean? It could mean nothing but if I’ve learned anything from watching pony-human relations on the television, it’s that body language and someone’s reactions are a great way get a good picture of their personalities. From the way she moved back when she heard me. She was visibly nervous, almost fearful. I wonder what that could mean since it must take something astounding to give a pony like her the shakes. After all she is an all-powerful alicorn with deep connections in both pony and human relations. She could get the Equestrian guard and ask for the armies of the Earth to help her. That’s just how significant ponies are now. They can get human armies to fight for their cause. This was done so when human armed forces surround the changelings in Ghastly Gorge. But what happened to the changelings is another story. I rounded the corner trying to be mindful to not bump into other people. After thinking about Twilight I think maybe it would be a good time to address my late acquaintances. It would be easy to call them friends but they simply weren’t that. Sure they were the only people I’ve come to know but it’s not like we were close. I barely got to know Kyle and Myriad and I never saw eye to eye until recently. Bill was the only one I could talk to and he was barely around. He had a life outside the group unlike the rest of us. Sure it is tragic that they’re gone but if I really think about it, it is like I lost nothing at all. I’m going to be talking to myself from now on but at least I was still alive. And to boot at least I still know my purpose in life. That purpose of course is to do something to hurt the Equestrian culture. Cause change to really make them panic. Then maybe humanity and ponykind will become enemies like I’ve always dreamed. Still walking down the sidewalk, surrounded by a crowd of people, it became apparent that maybe I should leave this town. There isn’t much to offer me since I’m all alone now. Zayn is probably off with the mane six; I can only imagine what they will put him through. If I had to guess they’ll try to give him some new direction in life and it’ll probably work. Back when this whole thing first started, there were programs that were aimed to help people who were having it rough by teaching them the “magic of friendship”. They selected people who either had no purpose in life or were a menace to society and put them through training that usually gave them some kind of job in the end. I think the preeminence was for humans to “find their cutie mark” which was a metaphor to find their way through life. A couple lucky “winners” got to meet ponies from the show; yippee. It’s just another way they force their culture on to us and make humans less radical and more docile. Kind of hypnotic is you ask me. But enough dwelling on the past because right now I have to think about the future. My goal right now is to get out of this city. I need to get away from these people; they annoy me so much. But to get away I need some kind of transportation. Public transportation won’t work because I have no money and I don’t want to be on a bus with a bunch of ponies. So it looks like I’ll need a car or a motorcycle. Yeah a motorcycle would be badass. Just cruising around, dressed all in black. “Excuse me sir.” I wouldn’t give a fuck and people would know it. “Excuse me sir.” Just chilling that’s what I need right about now. “Excuse me.” I felt a hand touch my shoulder. On instinct I whipped around ready to sock whoever was touching me. I was about to too because behind me was the living embodiment of everything I hate. But I hesitated with my fist in the air a bit. “What?” I said confused. A couple of people bumped into me and I realized I should get out of the middle of traffic. Quickly I bounded to the side of the sidewalk against a wooden fence. The person who tapped me on the shoulder followed me. He was definitely a brony, I can tell by his clothes. Odd that even after all that’s happened they still show their dedication to the now dead show. This brony wore what would be stereotypical of a fan of the show way back when. Skinny jeans and a Wonderbolts hoodie which is out of season because it’s late summer still a little hot out. To top it off he had a friggin fedora with my little pony buttons. Also he was a little on the fat side. What a fag. “So sorry to interrupt you sir.” The brony said. His voice was annoying as fuck. Had a lisp and sounded very feminine. “Umm.” I moaned like an idiot. “Please to meet you I’m Peter.” He held out his hand. “Judging by the A on your back I assume your name is Andy.” “Wow.” I looked away for a second, a slight smirk on my face. Is this guy for real? Maybe I should have hit him. I turned back. “You’re correct I am Andy.” I shook his hand as he smiled. His hands were sweaty; gross. “Oh thank Celestia.” He said excitedly. Gosh this guy. “Um by any chance are you a mechanic?” Damn this guy is on a roll. Well I was definitely dirty and wearing a jumpsuit. I’ll let this one slide. “Yeah man. I’m a mechanic.” I said. This really brightened up Peter’s mood. “Bless Twilight’s lucky stars.” He exclaimed crossing his hands over his chest. God I hope nobody looks over here. “Um can I help you man?” I’m getting impatient now. Who was this asshole and what did he want? If he just pulled me to the side of the walkway to have a friendly chat I’m knocking him the fuck out! “Why yes.” He said. “Could you come over here please?” He beckoned me forward. Reluctantly I followed since I had nothing better to do. Besides maybe he’ll give me a reason to beat the shit out of him. We walked down the sidewalk a little bit. He kept checking to make sure I was following. To tell the truth I have no idea what I’m doing. There is absolutely no point to follow this guy so why am I doing it? It’s because that’s what drifters like me do. We drift off of the current of others. I’m no stranger to being a follower. But if my mother could see me know she would be ashamed. She always told me to be a leader not a follower. After walking about a block we reached a rather cramped parking lot that was next to a parking garage. He walked me down the rows of cars. At this moment I was starting to get nervous. For all I know this guy was setting me up to get mugged. This wouldn’t be the first time something like this has happened though. Lucky for me I’m a fast runner and I escaped. But that was almost two years ago and I doubt I’ll get so lucky this time. Scanning the lot I looked for other people but found none. What if I were mugged by a pony? That would be funny. What would they do buck me in the stomach and stab me with a knife in their mouth? As we walked down the lines of cars we finally stopped at one in particular. A two door Rav4. Now I don’t know much about cars but this one looked kind of new. I also heard from one of my friends that Rav4 are gay. “So um now what?” I said. “Oh um you’re still a mechanic?” I nodded. What kind of question is that? “Well you see I kind of need someone to change my tires. This one happens to have a nail in it.” Peter pointed to the rear right tire. “So why don’t you just drive to the nearest garage?” I asked. Really this guy seemed like he dropped out of school or maybe he’s just clueless. He looked younger than me but I’m just twenty three and this can’t be his first time leaving home. “Well I’m just out of high school.” Peter explained. “And I was gunna call for someone but I saw you and I thought this must be my lucky day. I’m sure you could bring it to your garage somewhere.” This guy is completely crazy. Asking for help from a stranger! God damn you bronies! What happened to minding your own god damn business? Well this guy has to go. Guess the only option is first degree murder. I looked at Peter and his gullible face but then I got an idea. A Rav4 isn’t a motorcycle but it’s definitely transportation, and what do I need right now? This kid has no idea what he’s doing. It would be so easy to manipulate him. It was obvious to me what I’d have to do. This opportunity might not ever come again. No really this is a one and a million chance and fuck yes I’m taking it. “Yeah actually the garage is just down the block.” I said. “We can drive the car right into one of the garages.” “But won’t that damage the tires?” Peter asked. “Not really and we’re changing it anyway.” I said. God how stupid is this guy. No way he has any friends. We hopped into the car. As soon as I entered it I gathered more information on what kind of person Peter is. He actually might not be that bad of a person. The car was very clean on the inside. There was no trash anywhere to be found and looked brand new. This tells me that Peter is at least respectable and cares a little bit about his own image. Even if I disagree with it. I remember my friends and how dirty their cars were. Trash was just piled up on the floor. I kept my car clean as well. Just common knowledge to me. In fact while I was staying with the anarchists I would kind of be the janitor for them. It was one of the ways I showed my usefulness. The ride was pretty short but that was bad for me. I’m nervous since I will have to bluff my way through this. The game plan will be to get the car in, tell Peter the car will be “repaired” later, and then peel off. My obstacles will be the whole scene of the place. It looked abandoned which will make Peter suspect something but I will have to convince him this is legit. Also I will have to hide the huge hole in the wall which luckily for me is just a closed door away. Finally were the bodies. Just would have to close the door. Besides they’re hidden any ways. Twilight was only a couple feet away and couldn’t see them. As we pulled up towards the garage I signaled for Peter to turn into the driveway. He questioned if it was the right place which of course I reassured him. I could feel a knot forming in my gut. This could either go really good or really bad. Bad because he could not believe me and report me to authorities. It would be worse if he found the bodies because to me he seems like the type of person to freak out at things. But it could be good because I’ll get a free ride out of this city. However to achieve this goal I will have to fall back on a skill of mine; lying. Truthfully I’ve always been a decent liar. I’m not Applejack in the slightest and I could pass a lie detector I’m that good. Well maybe not that good but lots of people would believe. There are multiple tricks to lying. One is to come up with a compelling story. This requires imagination and on the fly thinking. It works for situations that involve having to get out of something. Another one and my favorite tricks is to have just a bit of truth in the lie. It makes the lie seem legit but really is bologna. It’s like watering down an alcoholic drink. Some people will be persuaded into thinking they’re drinking hard liquor and getting drunk but they’re really not. Very deceptive of me. I remember I had one friend who could see through my lies like they were windows. Whenever I lied to him about something he would come around and call bullshit. Things would get awkward then but they sorted out. This actually taught me to be more truthful and eventually I learned to only lie when I had to. Telling the truth also boosted my confidence because I learned to tell people things that made them angry but they wouldn’t do anything about it. One time I admitted to kissing this kid’s girlfriend and he lost it. It gave me an excuse to kick his ass. At last we were at our destination. I quickly exited the car. “Are you sure this is the place?” Peter asked again. “Yeah I’m telling you this is it.” I said agitated. His doubt made me nervous but nervousness gave way to annoyance. I walked up to the front of the garage. There were no indications of this being a business. It was just a plain white building. I walked to the front door and opened it. Really hope this’ll work. “After you.” I said holding the door open into the darkness of the room.