//------------------------------// // Chapter 26: Peter, weed, and the Magic Mist // Story: Hatred of the Anti-Brony // by Angrywritingskills //------------------------------// The next morning I traveled with Erik to his new job. We left roughly around eight thirty so we could get there for nine when it started. It wasn’t that much of a hike, I’d say about a mile or so. Personally I thought it was terrible boring and dull to have to walk to work every morning. Then Erik made this joke about the differences in walking distances in America and Europe. America; where three miles is not walking distance. He seemed to get a kick out of that. I almost made a Nazi joke to him knowing he was German but stopped myself deciding it would be better if more people were around. That way if he got too angry someone would hold him back and more importantly there would be an audience to appreciate my humor. When we finally go to the hardware store that was when we parted ways. He told me he would be out by five and we could go back to the shelter then but I told him not to look for me. I can find my way back to the shelter. He was confident walking into that place. This apparently is his first job in Equestria so I wonder if that is just false confidence he’s putting on to impress his Equestrian employers. It’s probably just me being paranoid; he’s probably excited. Before we came here we talked and he told me that this job could get him out of the shelter. So in a month I may not be seeing him anymore. That really depressed me actually. For the most part I enjoyed his company and seeing him go would be like losing a friend. I feel like I should try and convince him to stay but that would come off as weird and I don’t want to hold him back. I just wanna keep what I gained closed to me. I already lost all my friends once and I won’t let the ponies take them again. In the meantime I focused on the reason I was here. I travelled down the road and sure enough there in neon lights was the “Magic Mist” gentleman’s club. It had all the advertising I expected a strip club to have. There were the signs that said things like Live Nudes, XXX, Girls Girls Girls. But what tipped me off that this was a pony strip club was a sign that read “Horny fillies and topless women”. Half of that is disgusting and it ain’t the women part. This was familiar to me since it looked almost exactly the same as the last club I went to. It sat in the middle of a parking lot and was hidden by taller buildings around it. I guess the only difference was this was a grey color instead of the bricks. Odd there are usually a lot of brick buildings around. Fuck ponies! They’ll go all out to make a strip club but hold back on their housing for us lower class. I always knew they were sluts. I know inside there will be a horde of oogly eyed brony freaks worshipping the backside of a horse. It bothers me even as I think about it. But I think what bothers me the most is the fact that this building reminds me of my friend, Lewis. That backstabber had the nerve to treat me as his lab rat and then condescendingly torture me. I hope I never see him again. Actually I hope I do so I can kill him . Anyways this is just what I wanted to advance my plan. I’ve found my target. My plan is simple really; rid the world of Equestrians, especially the ones that are in that club. I guess this plan isn’t really new since I’ve planned to do a mass killing since day one when I bought that Uzi. But this is the first time I’m confident I can do it and even get away with it. Because I’ve had time to think and last night it had dawned on me. Is the Equestrian press really gunna report that in the pure and safe land of Equestria a strip club was shot up and there are lots of people dead from a guy armed with firearms? No I doubt they would. So it looks like I’ll be doing a favor for myself, humanity, and Equestria by wiping out this vile place of sin. I gave it another look before I knew I would have to get back to the shelter. Something tells me I will have to do some preparing to get myself ready for what I will do. It’s gunna be hard but I can do it. Equestria will finally again be reminded that humanity is not their slave. They won’t forget this like they won’t forget Fluttershy. At least two months have passed since I first visited the Magic Mist. In those months things stayed mostly the same. Shelter ran as normal which is to say we got a few more recipients and a few recovered and are doing more important things. My stab wound has fully healed and left an ugly scar that makes me a little subconscious when I have my shirt off. The holiday season had come and gone which I hardly noticed since nothing changed. Equestria doesn’t exactly celebrate Christmas so I could care less. All I know is it got cold and snowed a bit and then warmed back up. Also I visited the strip club often every day. Never went inside though that would be weird. Oh and a miracle happened. Erik is staying with us. I was overjoyed to hear that since that meant I can keep a friend. However the circumstances as to why he’s staying concern me. Get this, there are certain parts of the city that humans aren’t allowed to live in. Erik calls them red line districts because it is a similar tactic that was used in the United States to segregate blacks and whites. This time it’s humans and ponies. Very sketchy stuff that I don’t understand but it infuriated me. It comes down to Erik has to stay in the shelter because he can’t get a house that isn’t so rundown he could fall through the floor. At least he had money now. My relationship with Derek and Rodney has improved also. I don’t go with them to deal drugs but they have warmed up to me. Still call me cracker and honky though. The important thing is we’ve started a new deal. All the thinking about my plan got me really worried and I would start acting kind of strange. They felt bad for me especially since I got stabbed on my first drug deal so they decided to calm me with marijuana. They get it cheap since it is surprisingly easy to get in Equestria, at least that’s what they tell me, and they let me smoke it if I’m feeling down. It works as a distraction to get my mind off the dangers of my plan. Still wonder where they get it cheap. Equestria is supposed to be drug free. I’ve never been a big smoker at all. In fact I only smoked weed with Darius because he was the only one that would share with me. He being so hood and all had to be involved in the dope game. We used to smoke and all but it wasn’t anything hard. Darius never really got into it considering it to be overrated and a waste of money. It was twenty five for a gram and to us twenty five dollars got us much more than a huffy of the puffy. Now I’m just smoking for the sake of calming myself. Or maybe it’s just to past the time. I don’t really like it but what choice do I have? This shit is weak too so it’s not like I’m getting all that high. Actually kind of boring. I want action not to be sedated like some grandma in a nursing home. It was late at night on a street corner and I was standing right under a street light. I found myself close to the strip club where I was smoking a joint. Notably I was smoking openly. Guess I’m not really worried about a cop stopping me. Sure all drugs are banned in Equestria but if Rodney and Derek are proof of the flourishing drug trade than I’m not that afraid. Way I see it everyone here is probably on drugs so I shouldn’t have to hide anything. Usually on these nights I will stare at the club just thinking about what I wanted to do to the people inside there. I think I will get the chance but I need to plan it out first. I haven’t been inside that would be gross but I have gone around the outside. It’s a simple enough layout and I’ve been thinking of ways to go in there and do some damage. I just wish I wouldn’t have to go in there alone. I’m pretty sure it’s gunna work out that Frank gives me the guns and then I’m on my own. It would be nice to have someone to help me. I was just finishing my joint. The effects don’t really get to me like they do some people. Some people just about pass out from this shit but not me. It’s kind of the reason I never really smoked. But the effects are just enough to get my mind off things. Anyways it was the time that I finished my joint that I began to hear what sounded like a skuttle. From where I was, the best I could interpret was someone was being beaten and begging for mercy. Kind of exciting so I threw the remainder of the joint down and ran after the sound. It wasn’t far away turns out it was just a block from me. But what I saw gave me immediate anger. There were these two ponies. Not just ponies though but police ponies. They were wearing the blue officer uniforms with the hats and everything. And what really gave me the shakes was they were stomping someone. This someone was human. Now me being a human, I am used to police brutality. Living in poverty really showed me some more savage acts that people in power can do. It didn’t really bother me; in fact I almost encouraged it. Guess if I’m gunna be honest with myself I would probably abuse power too if I was in a place of authority. But that’s just me. I’m a bit of a scumbag. However it’s okay for a human officer to abuse power because it’s a human and we’ve done that for thousands of years. A pony officer is a whole other story especially if they’re using their power against a human. We humans are bigger, smarter, and stronger than these ponies. There is no excuse for us being treated as inferior. So here I am sitting here wondering how I’m going to conduct this. These two ponies are really giving it to this poor looking guy. He was probably just minding his own business and these two are trying to kill him for being human. I won’t stand for this. But I’m gunna do this smart. By smart I mean I’m gunna kill these two! I charged the two ponies, screaming and hollering as I did so. They didn’t turn fast enough for the attack. I focused on one of them and basically jumped on it; feet first. The pony crumbled under my weight. I bent over it and let loose a hurricane of fists. The feeling of bashing its face was great. Such a release and such an empowering sense over this lesser being, this is how it should be all the time. But in my happiness I forgot about the other officer. His back legs made contact with my left shoulder and although it didn’t send me on my side, it did hurt. I quickly hopped off the pony even though I was winning. I stood in between them and the human. Damn he looked pitiful. Holy shit I’m having empathy! I looked back to the ponies. The one I beat the shit out of was getting up with the help of his buddy. They looked at me with this hatred that I matched. “How dare you assault an officer. Human.” He said it as if it were a curse word. Also it was pretty obvious he was drunk off his ass. “How dare you assault this kid.” I shot back. “Fuck you!” “You got a lot of nerve.” The pony snarled. “You are under arrest.” “I’m right fucking here!” I held my arms open. “You little bitch! I’ll beat the fuck out of you!” They didn’t advance towards me. I may be under average in human standards but in pony standards I’m a giant. And after the beating I gave that one, I doubt they’ll try anything. Better yet these ponies aren’t even carrying guns! What’s the use of a police officer without a gun? I know the answer; a sucker in a uniform waiting to get shot. “Hey we’ll be back you little punk ass!” One of them finally shouted. “I know your face!” “You probably think all us humans look alike pal!” I retorted. The hurt one held his eye and limped away and the other followed close behind. I stared them down until they finally left my site and then I continued to stare into the darkness. It took me a while to regain my perspective of where I was and when I did I was in immediate joy. I just beat the shit out of a pig in a uniform and will probably get away with it. This is a great victory over ponies. It’s especially satisfying because this is like revenge for not breaking up that lynch group at the shelter like the cops should have done. Better yet I’m now somebody’s hero. Wait I forgot about that. I looked back to the human. He looked young I guess. Kind of pudgy but normal looking. Not a brony as far as I could tell. He was covering his face for some reason. I knelt down beside him. “Hey kid we gotta get out of here. I bet those two are calling for back up.” He lowered his hands and I was shocked to discover I recognized him. I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up. I proceeded to kind of drag him away. We crossed the street and traveled a block or two before I led him to an alleyway. Then I slammed him against the wall. “Alright buddy.” I stated. “You recognize me?” “N-no.” The kid gulped. “Well I do.” I released him. “You’re name’s Peter, you’re eighteen, and you drive a Rav4.” I smiled as his mouth hung open. “Can you guess my name now?” “Y-you’re Andy.” He said in disbelief. “Ah, no actually.” I pointed at him. “Andy is a name you gave me. See Peter you’re an idiot.” I paced back and forth. I have something I need to tell this kid. Personally I was hoping this would happen one day. Finally get to take my vengeance on a brony now. “You’re an idiot that ran into a world that knew you weren’t ready for it. So you thought you’d change it to suit you. But, plot twist, that’s not the way the world, works.” “A-Andy I,” He tried to interrupt me. “Hey!” I shouted. “My name is Jim. And if you interrupt me or call me Andy again I’ll knock your fucking teeth in!” That shut him up. “Anyways Pete. Hey I’m gunna call you Pete from now on. Pete you really got to learn that ponies aren’t our friends. Bronies are fucking traitors to all of humanity!” I looked at him again. When I first met him he was an image of everything I hated and I would love to see what he has to say now that his beloved ponies have turned against him. “Got something to say?” I sneered. “Please tell me how good ponies are. If that is what you believe?” Peter gulped and cleared his throat. “Honestly?” He mumbled. “I’ve known about this mistreatment of humans for a long time.” A grimace came across my face. What the hell does he know about this? “Actually it was after you stole my car.” Peter continued. “I ran through the streets yelling for help. But no pony, I mean nobody, tried to help. They just gave me mean stares especially the ponies. Then someone threw something at me and that’s when I realized I was alone.” “Yeah but.” I growled. “Those mane six bitches helped you.” “They did.” Peter nodded. “But it wasn’t because they wanted to. It was all staged. They brought in a camera crew and made me pretend to act like it had happened moments ago or else I wouldn’t get my car back.” “But you got it back.” I added. “Sure but then things went bad.” Peter rubbed his fingers together. “I was overjoyed and a little bit eccentric. I wanted to meet the mane six so badly at that moment; I really did. But they shoved me aside. Well not them their bodyguards and they pushed me into my car and told me to leave. They said if I ever tried to get close to them again I would regret it.” “Pfft.” I snorted. “That’s what you get for being gay for ponies. But it was probably just the bodyguards being douches. They get paid to do that you know.” “I thought the same thing.” Peter squeaked. “But I saw the mane six. They didn’t care despite the fact they were right there. In fact they seemed thankful that I was being abused. I-I just felt so betrayed.” “Really that happened?” I asked. That sounds like something I would expect them to do but not actually do it. “Because if I’ve learned anything. It’s once a brony always a brony.” I’m thinking back to Lewis right now. “Hey now that I think about it.” I poked Peter’s sides. “Have you lost weight? And where are your brony clothes. I’m not complaining I’m just curious.” “Aw well I haven’t eaten well in days.” Peter sighed. “I’m kind of starving. And I threw that shit out once I realized how dumb it looks.” “Good!” I laughed. “You looked like a fag.” “Yeah, heh.” Peter rubbed the back of his head. He’s changed. I can tell by this new persona he’s painted himself with. Not once has he done one of those stupid pony expressions that he did when we first met. I think I like him now. He’s a completely different animal now and not only that but I learned something right now. Just because someone is a brony doesn’t mean that they can’t be saved. Pete is proof of this. I bet I could totally change people back from bronies to normal people. No wait I can’t. Peter turned back because of ponies. So I don’t have the power to do it… directly. Actually I think there is a simple way to return the bronies to my side and make ponies openly hate us. It can all be achieved with my plan. Sure it will probably be a side effect but it will work. Basically it works as a cycle of hate. Humans hate ponies and ponies hate us back. This hate won’t hurt us because we can take it but the ponies will be hurt by it. They’re soft from living lives of comfort for generations. “Hey Jim I guess.” Peter spoke up. I again had to be snapped out of my own thoughts. “What is it? I was thinking about stuff.” I grumpily replied. “I’m gunna go now.” He said. “Go where?” I asked. Seriously there is nowhere to go here. “I don’t know anymore. All I know is I lost my car and I’m out of cash.” Ha that sounds familiar. “You lost your car?” I said. That’s a shock. “I thought you got it back after Rainbow Dash gave it back.” “She did and I had it for a while after that.” Peter answered. “But then I was in a car accident and, well, my insurance doesn’t cover the expenses.” That sucks. “Well that sucks kid.” I shook my head. “But what are you doing in Equestria still? Aren’t you going to college?” Hey that’s right! “Yeah you’re going to college. The fuck are doing? You have your entire life ahead of you.” “About that college thing.” Peter said quietly. “I kind of dropped out before I met you. I’m not smart enough. So I came to Equestria to seek opportunity. So far I haven’t found any.” Wow. I’ve heard this story about twenty million times from homeless in the shelter but to this day I still find it hilarious. “Haha.” I giggled. “Hahahahaha.” Now I was laughing. “Pfffffft. Pete you’re killing me here.” Eventually I was bent over in a laughing fit. Peter took a few steps back. “What is it that’s so funny?” He asked. “It’s just I’ve heard that story so many times that I can now see the humor in it.” I explained. “I mean look. We come to Equestria because we know that ponies are these creatures that exist to help and form friendships. But now we’re learning that is not true.” I continued to laugh for a bit after that. Must really be freaking Pete out right about now. “I thought you got a job though.” Peter said halting my laughter. “I lied you idiot.” I replied wiping my eyes dry. “That was just a cover to get your car. Come on I thought you would have picked up on that?” “I did.” Peter crossed his arms. Fucking liar. “But I just wanted to check. Anyways it was nice meeting you again. I’ll see you around town I guess.” He began to walk away. I quickly caught up to him and wrapped my arm around his shoulders. “Where do you think you’re going?” I asked. I didn’t wait for an answer. “Come on I like you. We’re cool. Let’s go to the homeless shelter.” “There’s a homeless shelter?” Peter asked wide eyed. “And we’re cool?” “Yep and yep. How long have you been here for?” “A couple weeks. But I’ve been living in a hotel until I was out of money. Guess I’ve been broke for a day now.” “That explains it.” I nodded. “Usually there’s this girl that goes around looking for homeless to bring to the shelter. Guess she missed you.” “A girl? Is she hot?” Peter grinned. I ought a smack this kid right now. “She’s out of your league buddy.” I released him from my hold. We were out of the alleyway and walking on the sidewalk now. “Ah that’s probably not true.” He said with a wave of his hand. “I used to get blowjobs in my car all the time.” What this guy? No way. “Bullshit.” I scowled at him. “Hey it’s true.” He replied happily. He lied about going to college so I doubt this is true. He seems the type to date rape a college girl. When we arrived at the shelter the lights were off. That is a very bad sign since I don’t really want to just bring this kid in without telling Jess first. I couldn’t wake her because I’m guessing she’d be pissed for waking her up so late at night. But to my luck, when we went through the door, Jess was still mopping up. She always cleans late at night. I forgot about that. “Hey Jess.” I called out. “You missed one.” “Jim people are trying to sleep!” Jess said in a louder voice than I had done. “Sorry.” I whispered. “But I found a homeless kid. Do I get bonus points or something?” “Oh.” Jess noticed Peter standing there with his hands in his pockets. “Hi I didn’t see you there.” She walked up to him. “What’s your name?” “His name’s Pete.” I answered for him then leaned against his flabby body. “He’s an eighteen year old college dropout.” “My name’s actually Peter.” He murmured shaking Jess’ hand. “Oh good we don’t get too many younger guys like yourself.” She smiled. Hey I’m young still! “What were you going to college for?” “Criminal justice.” Peter answered. “Thought I would be a cop.” “Oh really.” Jess beamed. “That’s great, my dad was a cop. Why’d you dropout?” “I don’t really want to talk about it.” Peter sighed. “Um Jim can you get off me?” I grumbled a bit and stopped leaning on him. Just trying to be comfortable. “Jim could you show Peter the men’s quarters?” Jess asked. “Yeah it’s down that hallway and the first door on the left. You can tell because there’ll be beds with a bunch of dudes bunked in it.” I pointed the way. “Alright thank you so much. Both of you. Really this is great I promise to not be a burden.” He waved and walked off to the hallway. I smiled and gave myself another pat on the back. “Are you fucking stupid?” Jess smacked me hard on the back of my head. “Ow!” I yelped grabbed the place she hit me. “When I said show him the men’s quarters I meant walk him there.” Jess scowled. “You should go to bed too by the way.” She picked up her mop and continued cleaning. “You’ve been up awfully late these past days. You need your sleep.” Well she is right and I would be heeding her words but something is distracting me. Usually she’s done cleaning the floors by now but she must be running late. Also she looks exhausted. Her hair isn’t neat like it usually is with a few strands out of place. She’s still hot thought even in the middle of work. Being a janitor is hard work; I know this better than most. I should help her. I do have plenty experience cleaning so I could probably do this no problem. I wonder if she’ll let me. It would help me concentrate on important things like that strip club. “Hey Jess, lemme clean for tonight.” I said. “Jim go to bed.” She ordered sleepily. But I persisted. “Come on I can do it besides, I’m not tired and you are.” “Am not.” Jess said before yawning. I gave her a look. “Alright maybe a little.” “Don’t worry so much.” I took the broom away from her. “I was usually a janitor when I still worked for a living.” I tossed the broom around a bit. “I have experience.” Jess thought it over briefly but I could tell she wants to just fall asleep already. “Alright if you think you can handle it then go for it.” She began to walk away. “Guess I know why you like that old jumpsuit so much now.” “Yep sweet memories.” I grinned. “Have a good night Jess.” I waved to her as she walked away. The first thing to do would be to finish what Jess started and continue cleaning the floors. I dipped the mop into the yellow bucket and wringer set and began mopping away. Familiarity set in and I was lost in nostalgia. All those good memories of working at a local job with friends came back to me. When I was a janitor I would have to mentally work myself up to deal with stress of the day since it would break a normal man. Every day it seemed that I had to clean up someone’s shit but I loved it. I felt like a superhero coming to the rescue. People needed my help and I answered the call. It was especially excited to hear that “clean up in aisle three” which was pretty much my bat signal. Good times. Except there is something missing from this. Every superhero needs a costume I guess and this job wouldn’t be complete unless I was in uniform. Now where did I put that jumpsuit? I quickly recalled and found it behind the food counter. I forget the circumstances of why it’s behind there but it doesn’t matter. I slipped it on and stood tall. Now I’m a janitor again. Most people, actually everyone, would not take pride in being a janitor. When most people thinks of a janitor they think of a smelly old man that’s grumpy and was probably in a war. I won’t lie that is the majority of the people I’ve worked with as a janitor. They had wisdom to share although most of it was drunken gibberish. But the reason I take pride in being a janitor is because I’m like a silent hero. As a janitor I’m always there to clean up someone’s mess which some may call demeaning but I think it’s a job of valor. All I do is wash their troubles away and they can go on with their lives. Also it takes guts to clean the bathrooms especially after some guy that was high on LSD took a shit there. Always get the new guy to handle it because it builds character for them. That’s a skill I learned first day. Anyways I was mostly done with the floor. Some of these tables had complete slobs sitting at them. I mean there is no reason to leave those disposable milk cartons out and form a pyramid with them. Although I appreciate the artistic impression it’s like dealing with five year olds, which I’ve cleaned up after. Point is when I finally finished the floor it shined. Probably the best I’ve seen this place in a while. This is how it should be all the time but I know Jess is only one human being so I can’t expect a perfect job every time. She can’t possible maintain this whole place alone. Sure she gets help from the girls but she needs employees, something I doubt she could afford but she needs them. Oh look the tables could use a bit of cleaning themselves. Common law of Janitors, clean everything no matter how clean it may look already. I used the rag that came with bucket and wiped down the tables. Sure this will take awhile and I’m gunna be exhausted but what else am I gunna do? Besides this is a good way to thank Jess for a she has done for me. I mean she’s just so great. Everything she had done for me, for everyone, has been to improve the well being of others. That’s something I have never seen before ever. I’ve heard about it but never witnessed it. Then of course there’s the fact she’s so friggin hot. Seriously that ass is to fucking die for. I can understand why she’s suspicious of us guys because she makes heads turn. Alright I should stop myself before I get too out of control. It’s just so easy to admire here. Actually there is a lot more cleaning I could do before I go to sleep. I don’t want to make this a sloppy job or anything. Everything here should be cleaned. Like how Earth should be cleaned of ponies. I must have worked straight into the early morning because the more I worked the more tired I got. But I finished it in the end. Only thing is I didn’t get to really appreciate my work. After I was satisfied I sat down at a table and automatically my head fell into my arms. That is all I really remember from the night. Heh, actually there is something that really bugs me. I don’t dream much anymore. I mean actually fall asleep and dream, not get lost in a thought. Before I ran away from home I would dream frequently. Often they were random and I forgot them by breakfast but I knew they happened. Now it’s just black nothingness. Kind of unsettling but I’m used to it and in fact I’m a bit glad. Everybody knows that Princess Luna can enter dreams. So when ponies were real I thought “oh shit she’s gunna get inside my head”. But very quickly it was discovered that only works on ponies. I don’t know I guess we’re wired differently. All that matters is it came as a relief to me. That bitch has no right going in my head and fucking with me. I don’t get into her business so she can stay the fuck out of mine. Even when I was on the road I didn’t dream. I thought I would after seeing all the things I saw out there. Out there traveling I saw a bunch of weird things that to this day disturb me and I can’t explain. There were people on the side of the road dead when I was driving through a bad neighborhood. I saw drunks staggering through the street late at night practically asking to get hit. I witnessed many kidnapping and many acts of police brutality. What gets me is the noise of someone screaming. I always listen for that tone when it becomes obvious that the person is going hysterical. So I would say I got a lot of good reasons to have nightmares. But even though I saw plenty of nightmare fuel I saw plenty of other things to that would have made me cry if I were a sensitive person. Sitting all alone in an alleyway nobody noticed the homeless man watching them. I saw families reuniting at train station and people proposing to one and another. Real beautiful stuff. That is the type of stuff I want to protect from ponies. They already took so much beauty away from humanity so we must fight for what we still have. Actually I miss traveling now for some reason. Sure this place is a godsend but there’s just a charm about going places you’ve never seen before. I think I get it from my dad actually. He traveled the entire U.S. from coast to coast. Started from West then to the East. I remember thinking about doing that too. I think I thought that maybe a little exploring would clear my head and help me find my place in the world. But when I discovered that highly populated areas are pony-human hot spots I gave up my dream of exploring farther. What’s the point of exploring if you won’t find what you want? Besides I know my place in this new world is to harm ponies, big or small. So I’ll have to stay in one place if I want that to happen. I awoke to being violently shaken back and forth. I didn’t respond all that much and the shaking stopped. But then whoever it was picked my head up and slammed it down on the tabletop. That hurt! It shocked me awake and I held my aching forehead. Whoever did that I’m gunna punch in the mouth! “Rise and shine sunshine.” I heard the unmistakable flamboyant voice of Drake. Alright maybe I won’t smack anyone in the mouth because I know Drake could wipe the floor with me. “Drake, uh, what time is it?” I asked still rubbing my forehead. Gunna have to get him back for this. “It’s six thirty. Why?” Drake asked. “Ah you motherfucker!” I growled turning to him. “I could still be asleep.” “Ah come on there is so much to do in the morning.” Drake grinned. “Like learn people’s morning routines so you can better understand how you can kill them.” So that’s why I sometimes find him watching me while I sleep. “Almost forgot you’re a serial killer.” I grumbled stretching. I’m a little angry that my rest was disturbed so early in the morning. I’m still very tired and Drake’s voice is kind of annoying so early in the morning. Honestly if he was wimpy and not a serial killer, he would totally fit in with the gay stereotype. “Hey did you see the new kid?” Drake asked. I yawned. “Yeah I saw him.” I replied. “I was the one that brought him here.” “You what?” Drake exclaimed. “Yeah you won’t believe how I found him.” I perked up a bit to retell my story. “He was getting beat up by these pony cops. Like literally getting beat up. Like on the ground and taking hits. So I rescued him and brought him here.” “That sure isn’t what I would have done.” Drake pursed his lips. “I would have let them cops beat his ass and then slit his throat and wipe the blood on some windows.” That’s Drake. He lacked empathy, I swear. Who does that to a stranger? Just kill them and think nothing of it. “Well it’s a good thing I’m not you.” I laid my head back down. “Yeah man I need to kill.” Drake said. “Haven’t gotten a victim yet and it’s giving me a nasty shake. I’m heading out now. See you later.” I didn’t bother say goodbye because I was getting comfortable again with my head down. By the time I heard the door close I was starting to doze off again. I think I was in a state of semi sleep when I again was disturbed. This time it was involuntarily. Turns out it was just Jess. I guess she was probably admiring my work. By now I wasn’t in the mood to fall asleep again and instead just sat up. “Oh Jim you’re awake.” Jess noticed me sitting up. Won’t lie it’s kind of difficult to get my balance. Also my neck hurts a little from sleeping in that awkward position. “Hey you did really do all this?” she asked. “Huh?” I grunted. Of course I did all this, she asked me to. “Jim this is amazing I’ve never seen this place so clean!” Jess exclaimed admiring the floor. Geez it’s just the floor. “Yeah I kind of got out of control.” I admitted. “I’ll say. This place looks like how a killer would try and get rid of evidence. Drake showed me that by the way. Everything is totally spotless.” What the fuck? Again I forgot how Jess condones Drake’s activities. So uncharacteristic of a person that loves people so much. “Well I’m glad you like it.” I huffed still tired. “I’ll do it again if you want.” “Will you really?” Jess asked. “Because that would really be a big help for me.” “Oh sure.” I yawned. “It was fun.” “Fun?” Jess laughed. “Please, nobody has fun doing a job.” “Well I don’t know, I just did because I could, I guess.” “What?” Jess smirked. Yeah what the fuck did I just say? Fucking gibberish. “Um I don’t know.” I grinned. “Jesus. How long did you stay up?” Jess took on a concerned tone. “Oh um, uh, I don’t know.” I think it was three or four but that’s not that bad. I used to stay up that late all the time. But I never only had three hours of sleep before. It’s kind of dizzying. Wish I could dream then maybe it would seem like I had more sleep. “Well do you want to sleep or something?” Jess asked. “No I’m fine just need to sit for a sec.” I lounged a bit on my seat. It felt so good to rest my legs. Being a janitor is hard but I guess it’s worth it because I made someone happy. And sure I didn’t get paid but helping to clean is the least I can do for the hospitality Jess has shown me. “Well that’s good.” Jess paused and sniffed the air. “Ah Jim you still have a little weed smell on you.” “I do?” I sniffed a bit too. “I smell nothing.” “Ah it’s all over you. Hold on.” Jess went behind the food counter and got out her pocket book. I began to doze off and found it hard to stay awake. I forgot that Jess knew about my newest pastime. Yeah she found out pretty quickly what I was doing and to my surprise she was fine it. She thinks it’s stupid but she’s fine with it. As I began to close my eyes again, I began getting spraying with something. Immediately I reacted. “Jess, ack! Stop that!” I flailed around a bit but it did nothing to stop her. “Sorry Jim, just trying to get rid of that stench.” She said capping the lid of her pink perfume. “But now I smell like a girl.” I growled wiping my arms a bit where I was sprayed. “Thanks a lot.” “You’re so welcome!” Jess beamed. “You know maybe if you carried some of this stuff around then you could do it yourself. Nobody would suspect a thing.” “I was being sarcastic.” I groaned. “Oh well.” Jess said. “Just a tip. Don’t know why you smoke anyways.” “Don’t know why you allow me?” I retorted. “I ain’t your mom.” She retorted back. True but she can act like it sometimes. Just yesterday she made me made me clip my toenails because I apparently needed to. Who does that? “You can smoke all you want even if it’s a waste of time. I know it’s to clear your head and I would rather have you all idle and calm than bouncing off the walls.” Heh, good points. “Actually Jess I think I’m gunna stop smoking.” I announced. “It’s just not working. In fact I feel tenser than ever.” “Is there something wrong that you want to tell me?” Jess asked. Geez, I feel like I should. This whole idea of a mass shooting is really tearing at me. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m gunna do it but just when and how. I want to survive, that is my goal; I want to see the fruits of my labor. But I fear that this is a one way trip. I feel that by doing this I’m just going to fail like I always do. The reason I’ve been smoking is to really just take my mind away from it all. I just want to find a cozy place and forget about the world of ponies. But I know that I will always return eventually to this world. “Clearly there is.” I suddenly heard Drake’s voice from behind me. I turned to see him leaning against the wall. “So what is it?” He walked to me. “Drake, he’ll tell us when he’s ready.” Jess urged. “Bullshit.” Drake growled. “I can tell something’s up. He’s been acting strange all month. Don’t you wonder why he’s been smoking? He’s hiding something. I can tell. It’s like he’s killed somebody. What is it, Jim?” “Geez Drake way to put me under the spotlight.” I growled at him. He frowned in return. “Fine I’ll just get some peer pressure. Stay right here.” He said and then he dashed off down the hallway to the bedrooms. A couple seconds later there was what sounded like a stampede down the halls. Drake jumped into the room followed by Jones, Derek, Rodney, and Erik. They all were looking around for something except for Drake who was looking right at me. “Hey there ain’t no fire in here, you motherfucker!” Derek exclaimed angrily at Drake. “Yeah, what the fuck you doing, rushing in screaming there’s a fire?” Rodney asked. “Guys please this is important.” Drake insisted. “Jim here is hiding something from us. And we’re gunna find out.” What the hell does he want all of a sudden? “For the love of fuck! You woke me up so the white boy can spill his guts to us?” Derek snarled. “Fuck it I’m interested.” Jones stepped forward amazing everyone. Doesn’t anyone have anything better to do? “Yeah me too.” Rodney joined in. “Jim’s been shady as shit and I want to know what’s on his mind.” They all sat down with me at the table. Even Jess joined in. Drake was sitting right next to me with this devious glare plastered on his face. “Well Jim let’s hear it.” Drake hissed. “Or am I gunna have to start guessing?” “Um…” I’m still really tired and I really don’t feel like talking. “Start guessing?” “You came out of the closet.” Drake concluded. Alright I’m very curious as to why he would think that. “So tell me. How did you embrace it? Did you find yourself crying in a dark corner after you were beaten by those that don’t understand? Or were you trying to find a way to cope with it and only ended up hurting those you cared about?” An awkward silence came. “So does this mean you’re into anal now?” “Drake, shut the fuck up.” Jess slapped the back of his head. “Actually I have an idea of what it could be.” Erik spoke up. He looked at me. “I don’t know if you notice it Jim but I can see you out the window of my job every day. Every day Jim here spends his time looking at a pony strip club about a few blocks from my job. I don’t know what he sees but that’s what I see.” Aw fuck. Well now they know. Personally I would have liked to keep this a secret. I mean it’s pretty easy to get the wrong idea out of context. “Oo so Jim is horny for pony.” Derek sneered. That’s exactly what I mean. “Ew gross no!” I shrieked. “Jim you know it’s perfectible acceptable to be attracted to ponies now.” Jess grinned. “It’s fine really.” “What? No it’s not! They’re animals.” I said. “But…” I groaned. This will be hard to explain. “It does have to do with that place.” “Well now we’re getting somewhere.” Jones said. “Go on Jim, tell us.” “Yes tell us what you’re hiding in your heart.” Drake smiled venomously. “Well I.” I might as well tell them the truth. Actually I’ve always wanted to tell them about my plan. It would have been a form of goodbye. On the day that I would go out to the club I would tell them my plan and say goodbye. Now I guess I’ll just be saying goodbye. “Alright, I’ve been thinking about that place and, now just give me your honest opinions, would it be a good idea to go in there and using the guns Frank has, to kill every pony and human in there?” Everyone stared at me and didn’t say a word.