A story going along the lines of My little dashie, but a bit different.
My life is in shambles. Downstairs behind the fridge I have a noose made, just in case I decide to just quit. Outside, in my personal shed, lies my sanctuary, and my prison. I am a brony. I am proud. But being proud only gets you so far. Past that line that proud draws lies the others. They cross that line, and it almost kills me. No one wants to help. Not even my "Friends" they laugh at me as well. But my life soon changes. I have to lock my shed a lot more often. And I gain a true friend.
Author's note: This is one of my first fic's that isn't a "In one night". If you leave a dislike, please tell why. I need feedback to make this great.
"Faggot! Get your gay ass out of here!" They all yelled in unison. Their reflections on the polished wood floor seemed to be yelling too. In back of the group were my "friends". They yelled along beside the others. I was already on my way out. One of my "friends" came up and tripped me. The group laughed. Time seemed to slow as I fell. I couldn't put my hands out in front of me. I could only watch as my face got closer to the floor. I felt a blunt pain in my nose as it shot through my body. I stayed on the ground for a while. As I stayed there, I felt a hard pain on my left. I looked up and saw people were gathering around me and kicking me. I curled up into fetal position, and took it. I wasn't going to fight back because I would be the only one to get in trouble. I decided to black out, that was the only thing I could do.
When I awoke, the tan walls greeted me. No one was around, and the flourescent lights were off. I realized that It was after hours. My backpack was nearby. I put it on, and started to try to find a way out. The One way gym exit door was nearby. I walked towards it and opened the door. The sun was low in the sky. I started walking home. The two mile walk home.
It was night when I got home. I set my stuff on the table. "Mom, Im home!" I yelled, not like she cared. I looked in the fridge. I wasn't hungry, I just like the light. I did grab a coke, then went to the shed. In the dim light I saw the color scheme, it matched the house, but I really didn't care.
I unlocked the door, and fumbled around for the lamp. My hand made contact, and I turned on the light. The yellow light lit up the shed, next to the lamp was my computer. I didn't bother to check my email, I just looked around at what I see three times a day. The fold-out couch was still in the "Out" position, the bright Cutie Mark Crusaders design on the bedsheet greeted me as I collapsed on the bed. My hands reached for the remote. When my hands found it, Immediate response kicked in and turned it to Hub. There was a night time marathon of MLP going, and I wanted to see it. I grabbed my Scootaloo plushie, and held it close. Scootaloo was my favorite pony, she immediately replaced Twilight in my heart. She just felt like the pony I could relate to. Not being like the other ponies at her age, She couldn't even fly. But she still will always my favorite pony.
I fell asleep at around the second episode of season 2. Glad it was friday. Glad it was summer. But little did I know, when I would wake up, my life would change.
I awoke with a warmth at my feet. I ignored it for a bit as I tried to fall asleep. The golden rays of the sun were shining through the stormclouds making it impossible to sleep. I sat up, and rubbed my eyes. When I looked at my feet I didn't believe what I saw. I rubbed my eyes again, thinking I was still asleep. But no, it was still there. It couldn't be there. It would be impossible, but that didn't change anything. Sleeping at my feet, was a breathing, living filly Scootaloo.
Everything went black as I fainted, my mind not being able to comprehend what was going on. When I woke up from fainting, The pony was no longer at my feet. It was now snuggled up against my body. Its steady breathing could be felt if I stood still. "Where did you come from?" I asked, knowing the answer. "Oh yeah, a cartoon." I answered. I was being stangely calm about it. My mind was racing with questions. "What if I have to take care of you? I dont know what you even eat." I whispered. I slapped myself "Drr, what do they eat in the show?".
I snuck into the house, and looked around for something for her to eat. I decided on giving her oatmeal and some water. It'd do until i could fiigure out what to do. When I walked into the shed, it started to rain, and she was still asleep, snoring lightly. I shut the door and locked it. I had a "Dawww" moment, she had her hooves under her head, and she was smiling, with a bit of sleep drool sliding down her cheek.
Sitting down, I set the food and water next to the bed. Then, the inevitable happened: she woke up. Her purple eyes slowly opened, and she yawned. She tried to get to her hooves, but she couldn't. So she rolled on her back, then looked around. Then, she started crying. "Oh shit!" I said. I picked her up, then started rocking her back and forth, trying to lull her to sleep. "Hush now, quiet now, It's time to lay your sleepy head, hush now, quiet now, It's time to go to bed." I sang, before she fell asleep again.
Scootaloo snuggled her head against my body, and started snoring. Her purple mane was not in the usual "Slightly Dash" style, It was just a mess of tangled hair. I stroked my hand across her head. She was reawoken by a sudden crack of thunder. "Shhhh, everyhing's ok, you're safe in here." I whispered. I set her on the ground, and let her look around. Her wings started flapping, but she didn't lift off the ground. After trying a few times, she sat down, and looked around. She crawled back to the bed. Another crack of thunder sent her under the bed. I got on my hands and knees and had to get her to come out. She looked at me with fearful eyes, and har her ears covered. I crawled under the bed to comfort the filly. When I was under the bed se immediately crawled towards me and buried her head in my shirt.
I picked her up and set her on the bed. "So, do you talk?" I asked. She tilted her head at an akward angle to show she didn't know what I said. I brought the oatmeal on the bed, and held it out to her. She looked at the substance before her, then dove her face into the bowl, making a mess.
The day continued on. When the sun started setting, I heard my mom walk out. "I'm heading to Brandon's, be back in a week!" I heard her say, before she left. I waited to hear her car leave. I then unlocked the shed door, and let Scootaloo outside for a minute. She almost slipped on the wet grass. I walked out, then picked her up for a minute.When her head turned towards the sun, her eyes went wide, the sun was almost as orange as her. her mouth went wide, and I could tell that she was enjoying the sunset. I couldn't help but smile.
The sun soon fully gave way to night. Scootaloo started to fall asleep. I carried her inside, and set her on the bed. I crawled in soon, then fell sleep. I woke later to her curled up by my side. Even through my shirt, I could feel the tickling sensation of her fur. Making sure she was asleep, I turned on the TV. I channel-surfed until I landed on the news. It was the same stuff. I shut off the TV, then fell back asleep.
I woke up again, and saw Scootaloo standing on all four hooves on my chest. The golden light from the sun that reached through leaves reflected off her fur in such a stunning manner. I opened the shed door, and let her go outside for a minute. Before joining her, I looked around a cardboard box for my hammock. When I found it, I went outside. Scootaloo was poking a fallen leaf with her hoof. When the wind blew it away, the initial moving of the leaf made her jump, she then chased the leaf, until it blew over a fence. I strung the hammock inbetween the tree, and a metal pipe that rang alongside the shed. I Grabbed a blanket from the shed, and put it on the hammock. Next went a pillow. I climbed onto the hammock, and at first the blanket felt strange underneath me. I got used to it quickly. I wasn't afraid that a neighbor would see her, all the nieghbors were long gone.
I heard a slight whimpering at my side, and I looked over. Scootaloo was sitting there, looking at me with puppy eyes. "What?" I asked. She held out her forelegs, gesturing she wanted up. So I picked her up, and put her on the hammock. I don't know what was up with her, she just must've liked me. Two days, and she was already acting like I was her parent. She made herself comfy on the pillow, and curled up. I almost had another "Dawww" moment. I walked inside, and went to retrieve some more oatmeal for her. When I walked outside, I dropped the bowl. She was climbing the tree. Then, I heard a Snap! and she started falling.
I sprinted towards the tree at full speed, then dove off the stairs to catch her. She seemed to be falling in slow motion, and I was moving in slow motion. I felt her soft fur in my hands, and immidiately tucked into a roll position for the landing. Now, this wasn't the first time Id done this, I've been thrown from a second story window, and landed fine. I knew I'd need to learn because it would come in handy. Man, was I right.
After I stopped rolling, I uncurled, and looked at Scootaloo. "Don't ever so that again, do you hear me?!" I scolded. She stared at me for a second, then her lavender eyes produced tears. She started crying, and ran from me. I scooped her back up, and looked her in those eyes. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you." I apologized. She gave a sense of forgivness as she buried her head in my shirt. "C'mon, let's get you something to eat." I said, standing up. I then took her into the kitchen for something to eat.
I shared a large bowl of oatmeal with her. She seems to like oatmeal a lot more that vegetable mush. She seems as if she understands the words I speak, she just can't talk herself.
We spent the day outside. I think Scootaloo picked out her favorite toy, an old football my dad gave me before he passed on. She likes to play some sort of catch with it. I started building a step-platform for her to be able to get up on the hammock, or the bed. Chances are though, she will still want me to pick her up. I will still do it.
I decided to sleep out on the hammock for the night. While the sun was still shining, I set up a weather shade above the hammock. When the sun started setting again, Scootaloo stopped playing with the ball, and went slackjawed at the sight again. She was like this until about halfway through the sunset. When she stopped admiring the sunset, then sat down next to the hammock. She started looking at me in the "I want up there" stare. I picked her up, and set her down next to me on the hammock. She made herself comfy, then stared back at me. "Hush now, quiet no-" I started to sing before she fell asleep. Her orange coat started reflecting the sun's rays again. Her mane turned to a golden tone. I fell into the nice grasp of slumber, and joined Scootaloo.
It was my Eighteenth birthday. I was paying rent at my mom's. She announced that she was going on a vacation with Brandon to the Bahamas. She left the day before my birthday. As soon as she left, I ran out to the shed, and unlocked the door. Scootaloo was sleeping on the fold out couch, sprawled out on the pink bedsheet. I had gotten rid of the Cutie Mark Crusaders one for an obvious reason. She had finally run a brush through her mane, well more like held still enough for me to do it. It had been a month since I woke up with her at my feet. She still didn't speak. Scootaloo hadn't grown much, but she had grown.
She woke up, then stretched. "Good morning." I said. She looked at me with her lavender eyes, and tilted her head. I opened the door, and she trotted outside. She always played with her ball in the morning. I sat down on the hammock. I had constructed a hammock for her, but she still liked to sit in mine with me. She trotted up to the hammock, then dropped the ball on the ground like an obedient puppy. I promply picked it up and threw it. While it soared through the air, I looked at the surrounding trees. They were small like the one I strung the hammocks from. I got lost in thought. Scootaloo returned me from the thoughts as her stomach growled.
Since her first teeth grew in, she started eating salad. I had read My Little Dashie enough times to know basic care for a pony from another world. I treated her like my child, she treated me like her parent. I had started adressing her as Scootaloo. It would be best that she learns her name sooner. I had started taking photos, and scrapbooking. I celebrated her birthday as of the day she first appeared on the show, which was soon approaching. I had already gotten her a gift, She seemed to be drawing with the pens and paper in the shed, so I decided on buying her an art kit.
Scootaloo loved it. She couldn't get me anything for my birthday, but she made up for it by drawing a picture for me. When she presented it to me, I couldn't help but bring a tear of joy to my eye.
On the paper was a picure of my hammock inbetween the tree and the shed. On the hammock was a tan stick figure, with an orange and purple stick pegasus lying next to it. The whole thing was colored in a yellow tone, Im guessing that was supposed to be the sunset.
I took the paper inside, and thumb-tacked it to the wall. When Scootaloo wasn't playing with her ball, she was drawing. I spent most, wait, scratch that, ALL my time with Scootaloo. Except for when I was working. I made enough money to get her whatever she wanted. We had regular cable, I had it reverted so she wouldn't find out. She seemed to like Cartoon Network.
One day, my mom decided to move in with Brandon, and left the house with me. I had a god paying job. I could afford the house.
Scootaloo was sleeping in the hammock, So I decided to surprise her. I started moving her stuff into the house, We had soo much more room to live. I moved her into the room that was linked to mine. Her art went upstairs, Except for the picture she made me for my birthday. I got a lot of work done. She woke up when I was moving the last box. She gave me a puzzled look. She got off the hammock and followed me. The box went to her room. She looked around for a minute.
"We have the house. You get a real room now." I spoke in a happy tone. Scootaloo ran up to me and hugged my leg. "Thank you." she spoke. I almost passed out, she was talking! "I-I have been prac-practicing" she stuttered. I picked her up and squeezed her. "This is so great!" I said. I set her down. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked, opening the fridge. She pointed to one of the pre-made salads. We got our food and went downstairs to eat.
I had dinner with Scootaloo. She loved her food. After Dinner, I opened the door that linked our rooms. She yawned as she trotted into her room. I tucked her in, and turned on her night-light. "Good night." I said. "Goodnight. I love you." she said. "I love you too." I said, then walked into my room, leaving the door open. I sat down on the bed. She loves me. I thought. I layed down. She loves me. I thought again, as I drifted off to sleep with a smile.
I woke up to a sharp scream. I jumped out of bed and ran to Scootaloo's room. She was sitting up in her bed. "Scootaloo, what's wrong?!" I asked, turning on her light. "I-I had a bad dream." she said.
"Are you still scared?" I asked. She nodded her head. "Do you want to sleep in my room?" I asked. She nodded again. "Okay." I said. She grabbed her blanket, then trotted into my room. I shut off the lights, and plugged the night-light into a socket in my room. I climbed into my bed, then felt Scootaloo's breathing steady. "Better?" I asked. "Yeah." she replied, then buried her head into my shoulder.
"I can't sleep." Scootaloo whispered. "Do you need anything?" I asked. "You used to have a lullaby, didn't you?" She asked. "Do you want me to sing it for you?" I asked. "Yeah." she answered. I cleared my throat. "Hush now, quiet now, it's time to lay your sleepy head, hush now, quiet now, it's time to go to bed. Driftin' off to sleep, the exciting day behind you, Driftin' off to sleep, let the joy of dreamland find you." was all I needed to sing before she was asleep. I hummed the rest until I drifted off.
I woke long before the sun would rise. I prepared pancake batter, and set it in a pan. I walked downstairs to my computer. I had an online job, so I could be there if Scootaloo needed me. I finished my work, then walked upstairs. I got a drink of coffee, then warmed up Scootaloo's breakfast. She would be waking in about two minutes, she never missed a sunrise.
I looked in the room, and sure enough, Scootaloo was waking up. "Good morning!" I said from the kitchen. She jumped a bit, then looked in my direction. "Good morning!" she replied, a large grin on her face. "To celebrate moving in, I made pancakes." I said. "Pancakes?" she asked, not knowing what a pancake is. "I know you will like them" I said, putting a few on a plate. When I put the plate in front of her, she shrugged, then dove face-first into them. After a few more seconds she finished. She was grinning. "Were they good?" I asked. "No, good doesn't even describe it. There isn't a word for how great they were." she answered.
"Alright, I neet to go get more food for us. I'll be back in a bit." I said, opening the door. I closed the door behind me, then got on my bike. I put the baby-cart on the bike so I could carry more groceries. I got to the store as soon as possible. I didn't waste time when getting food. I raced through checkout, put the food in the baby-cart, then raced home.
I got home, then pulled the bike into the backyard. "Scootaloo, can you help me carry in food?" I said to the filly in the backyard. She raced over and carried a bag to the kitchen. We repeated the process until the last bag, in which I carried up. I then walked outside and closed the gate. When I was putting away food Scootaloo gave me another crayon picture. It was a picture of a Tan stick figure holding an orange and purple stick-pegasus. That isn't what surprised me. There was a pink heart around them, that was keeping out a black mass. But that wasn't it either, what it was, the stick pegasus had a line that went to a purple "Me" and the stick figurehad a line that went to an orange "Dad"
"Dad!" Scootaloo yelled, running down the hall that led to our rooms. She seemed excited, So I set down the book that I was reading and responded with an enthusiastic "What?". "Come out back, I need to show you something!" she said, before running outside, voiding any possibility of denial. When I walked outside, she was sitting on the tree. "What are you do-" I started before she leaped off the tree.
She started falling towards the groud, but then opened her wings and glided. I was stunned, she learned to fly while in my care. She did a corkscrew, then landed at my feet. My mouth and eyes were still in the "Saw something awesome" position, until she tugged at my pant leg with her mouth. "Wasn't that cool?" She asked, shaking me into reality. It was nearing our second year together, and she flew. "Please be careful, but it was awesome." I responded, picking her up. She gave me a smile, then buried her head in my shirt. My thoughts hit me like a bag of doorknobs. If she knows how to fly, she might leave. I pushed it away, knowing the true answer.
Later that day, she presented me with another drawing. Her drawings had gotten more realistic lately, It was of me and her, flying through the sky during a golden-orange sunset. I thumb-tacked this one on my wall. Right next to the first one with me, her, and the hammock.
Scootaloo said that she wanted to go see a movie that she saw an ad for on TV. I told her we couldn't get her in the theater, but we could watch a movie we already owned. So after I removed all the movies that weren't for her, ones with excessive violence, launguage, and other adult content, she picked out a movie, and I made popcorn. Since the only DVD player was in my room, We watched it in there. She had picked out an older CGI kids film. Scootaloo soon fell asleep, So I turned off the movie, and fell asleep beside her. Apparently she was still awake. "Good night dad, I love you" She whispered. "Good night Scoots, I love you too." I said. She drifted off, but I couldn't sleep. She obviously saw the differences in our species, but she still called me her father. No, she is family, even if not biological. She treated me better than anyone has. I do love her, she IS my daughter, even though she is a pony.
Scootaloo woke up screaming again, saying she had another nightmare. I turned on the night-light that was still in my room. She was shaking. "Scoots, look at me. Look at me, I won't let anything bad happen to you, I love you, No matter what." I said, looking into her lavender eyes. She stopped shaking, and stopped giving off the scared vibe. She motioned for me to pick her up, so I did. I started gently rocking her in my arms. "Thanks dad, I needed that." she spoke. "I love you Scootaloo. Whenever you need me, I'll be there." I said, looking into her eyes.
I woke up on my early schedule, finished my work, made breakfast for me and Scootaloo, Ate breakfast with her, went outside and played with her. She was now capable of self-liftoff and flight. Soon the yard was too small for her to play in. Using my college fund, I purchased the surrounding properties. I knocked down the fences, had the houses demolished, and had a perimiter fence built. Scootaloo enjoyed having more room to play. I got two more online jobs to help pay for the area.
(This chapter becomes a bit of a WTF? moment towards the end. The last two chapters before the the last. you can skip if you want)
I was doing work inside. This was the day for about 3 hours. When I finished work, I headed outside to play with her. She has gotten quite large. She is about four feet tall when on all four hooves. It had been six years since I woke up with her at my feet. "Scootaloo? Where are you?" I asked when I walked outside. "In my studio!" She yelled. I walked back inside, then unpstairs towards her studio, and was greeted by the mirror that took up the east wall. She was hunched over a canvas, an array of paints at her side. "Watcha' doin'" I asked casually. "Making your birthday present." she said. I had forgotten all about my birthday. But she didn't. She was hunched over the painting in a way that I couldn't see what she was making.
"Want to take a break and come outside to play?" I asked. "Yeah sure, in a minute." she responded, then put a tarp over her work so I couldn't see. She turned around, there was blue paint on her face. "You, uh have some paint on your face." I pointed out. "What, oh." she responded, looking in the mirror that made up an entire wall. Rubbed it off with her hoof, then trotted downstairs with me. My bike was against the wall, until I walked it to our makeshift track. It used to be a tennis court in a nieghbors yard. Her scooter was already at the track. I had gotten it for her after she saw a commercial for it. I started pedaling the bike once we were at the track. Scoots hopped on the scooter and soon caught up to me. We spent about an hour like this until we got tired. I jumped off the bike and landed in the grass. Scootaloo dismounted her scooter with care, then layed down next to me. "You know I won that." I said. "In your dreams." Scoots responded. We both started laughing. These were the best times of my life.
We eventually went inside. We ate dinner, then watched TV. At about 10:23 Scootaloo went to bed. "Good Night Scoots, I love you." I said before I kissed her on the forehead. "Good night, Dad, I love you too." she responded. I always left the door slightly cracked so if she ever needed me, She wouldn't have to spend an hour tring to open a door.
Something didn't feel right that night. Before I even sat down, a blood-curtling scream came from Scootaloo's room. When I dashed into her rooom, there were two people dressed in black. I could see one's bright red hair. The other seemed to be bald. "What the hell?" the bald one said, looking at Scootaloo. He heached his hand towards her. "Don't even lay one finger on her!" I yelled. The bald one poked her in an act of defiance. Scootaloo bit down hard on his finger. He reared his hand back. "You little fucker!" He yelled. I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to face me. I decked him hard in the face. He went back in recoil. While he ws holding his nose, I landed a kick right where it counted. He fell to the ground. Scootaloo seemed to be cheering me on. Robber #2 ran towards me. My fist met his face. I don't know when I learned to fight like this. It must have been for Scootaloo.
#2 Punched me hard enough to make me fall to the ground. He started kicking me while I was down. Suddenly it stopped. When I opened my eyes, Scootaloo had tackled him. I joined in with her, and helped her beat the fuck out of him. Soon, he stopped resisting, and blacked out. The other one was still on the ground. Or so I thought. when I turned around, he was holding Scootaloo, and had a gun. Soon behind the robber came a tall slender black figure. It soon dissolved into a hand, that grabbed Scootaloo.
"Gah!" I yelled, waking up. I looked around my room. My body was drenched in sweat, and my breathing was erratic. The TV was still on, and some sort of horror movie was on. I shut it off, then looked at the digital clock. 4:30. I sat there for a minute. I checked on Scootaloo. She was still sound asleep. I calmed myself down. I went out to the kitchen, and started breakfast.
I woke up, and continued my usual schedule. That is, until I got a phone call. I was hesitant to pick up the phone. It was an old school land-line, so there wasn't any caller I.D. or whatever. I picked up the phone anyways. "Hello?". "Is that you man?" Said the voice on the other side. "What do you want, last time I saw you, you were kicking me on the ground." I grumbled into the phone. "Hey dude, chill, just wanted too see how my friend was doing, Haven't seen you since high school, what happened man?" he asked. "Uh, let's see, I left school because I was getting fucking kicked, pushed, tripped, and verbally assaulted by everybody. Even you." I yelled.
"Chill I-" he started. "Chill, chill?!" I asked. "No, fuck you, you made my life a living hell! You were supposed to be one of my friends, not a fucking dick!" I yelled, barely holding the phone. "Are you at least coming to my party?" He asked, the first mention of a party. "No, unlike you, I can't spend time partying with assholes!" I said before slamming the phone down. I overreacted a bit, only because memories of high school started flooding back.
I walked outside to see Scootaloo sitting in the hammock. She just seemed to be watching the clouds, I walked up close to the hammock. "Scoots, breakfast time." I said. She almost fell off the hammock. "Dad, don't scare me like that." she said, getting off the hammock. "Ah, so you can be scared." I said, chuckling. "No- I didn't mean it like that." she said, blushing.
We decided to eat outside. Scootaloo spent the morning acting a bit strange. At about noon she asked me to come up to her studio. I Remembered on the way up that it was my birthday. I kept on forgetting my birthday, It wasn't important to me lately. She had finished the canvas, but still had it under a tarp.
Scootaloo removed the tarp, and the art was amazing. It was a large portrait of me and Scootaloo on the hammock. There were green leaves casting their shade on our faces. A shadow of a bird was visible. The lighting and shading made it seem real, as if I could touch it. Scootaloo had an expression in her eyes, the lavender seemed as if it was alive. I looked at the real Scootaloo and hugged her, she hadn't been expecting it. She soon met the embrace. "It-it's amazing, Scoots. I-I love it." I said, hugging her tighter. "Thanks dad." was her response.
I hung the portrait on my wall, near all of her artwork. Then, I heard a car engine. I looked out the window to see some faces I wish I could forget.
I ran upstairs to the studio. "Scootaloo, you have to hide!" I said. "Why?" she asked, setting down her brush. "Because, there are people here." I said. she looked confused. "Why do I have to hide from people?" she asked. "I don't want them to see yo-" I started before she cut me off. "Are you afraid i will embarrass you in front of people?!" she stammered. "I don't want them to see that i have been harboring a pony." I said. "Is-is that all I am to you? A pony? Am I worth less than your friends who treated you like crap?!" she yelled, a tear forming in her eyes. "No I-" I started before she opened the window. "I can tell when I'm not wanted." she said before diving out the window, leaving three orange feathers in the room.
I told them to go home. I didn't want to put my anger with them. I trudged to my room, and collapsed on the bed. "Scoots..." I cried, looking at the art that she had made over the span of the time that she was here. but I I kept looking between two of them. The canvas, and the first drawing. The paper had been up for so long now, It had started to fold. I looked around the room. The door to her room had been blocked on her side by a desk. I got up for a minute.
"Damn it. No, I am not giving up. I am going to find her." I said, putting on my shoes. I grabbed my old camping gear and some canned food. God knows how long I would be looking for her. I walked out the front door, and found that the assholes were still there. One of them tackled me too hard. My school years flashed by. Every beating, verbal assault, and all else against me appeared in my head. "Still weak, just like high school, huh guys?" he said, and the others laughed. I snapped then.
I stood up and faced the one who tackled me. I looked him in the eye. He started laughing again. "Going to stare me to death, is that what those ponies do?" he chuckled, mocking my brony side. "He is still a homo like ba-" he started before I punched him. The others backed off, realizing that I had finally snapped. The one I punched shoved me, making me fall to the ground. He started kicking me while I was on the ground. I had officially had enough of this shit.
I tripped him, got up, then started kicking him. With each kick, I said what it was for. Once I had finished, I kicked him in the nose, then blood streaked out. "Who's next?" I screamed at the others in a rage. They grabbed their friend and left. I made sure the door was locked, then hopped on my bike and rode off into the street, heading the direction that Scootaloo had flown away in.
The foothills were easy, but the mountains were hard. I was about ready to give up when I saw an orange feather lying on the ground. It was too big to belong to any bird, plus it was orange. It kept my hopes up as I continued up the mountain on foot, as the terrain was impossible to pass on a bike.
When the sun began to set, I decided to set up camp. After the tent was up, I decided to eat. I set up a fire, sat by it, then went to the tent. I fell asleep. I dreamed of me and Scootaloo flying through the air. Then she fell, and I couldn't find her no matter how hard I looked. I woke up, the sun hadn't risen, and the fire was still casting light into the tent. I sat up, and heard rustling. A shadow was cast on the tent as something came in between the fire and it. I didn't believe the shape. That is, until it unfurled it's wings.
There she was. She saw me, but apparently didn't register until I had her in an embrace.
"Scoots!" I cried. There were tears in my eyes. And in hers.
"I am so sorry, Please, Scoots let's go home."
Thunder boomed ahead. We both nodded and crawled into the tent.
The wind howled, lightning illuminated the tent. The rain kept us from seeing details from outside. It was cold, even under two sleeping bags. I didn't sleep, neither did Scoots. The rain chilled us in the morning as we packed up. But it kept us going until we reached the bike. The chain had come unhooked, so we decided to skid it across the wet road, making a game out of who could push it the furthest without it tipping.
"Hey! you can't do that!" Scoots playfully said as i dug up dirt and threw it on the road for traction. We shared a laugh when I slipped.
Upon walking into the driveway to the house, I saw Their car waiting up the street. I slid the bike behind the garage, and then rushed Scootaloo inside. It was time time finish this. They pulled into the driveway, then got out with baseball bats. I saw Scoots watching from the window. I rushed for the decorative kayak paddle on the porch.
I had managed to hit one with the paddle, before I got hit in the shins with a bat. I crumpled to the ground, and felt my ribs getting hit.
Then, It stopped. I opened my eyes to see Scootaloo tearing into someone. I smiled a bit, then froze when she was hit.
"Look! Gayboy's pet is trying to protect him!" one laughed as he kicked her.
"Leave her alone!" I yelled as I tackled him. We must have slid a few feet on the concrete. I picked up his bat, then beat the living shit out of the next guy.
The third was on top of Scootaloo, laughing as he hit her. I slid on the ground, sliding into him. He fell to the ground, then I hit him with the bat, making him slide like a hockey puck.
I just threw the bat at the fourth, and then they all ran to their car.
"Yeah! And don't come back!" I yelled as i picked up a bat and shattered their rear window.
I carried Scoots inside, and laid her on her bed. She gave a smile. Her injuries weren't bad, just some bruises.
She asked for something to eat, so I made some mac 'n cheese.
We both believed it was the best dinner we had both had.
I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the snow with Scootaloo. We had just finished sledding down a fairly large hill, I had rolled off of the sled, and landed in a snow drift.
I lifted my head and looked left, where Scoots had her back turned to me. "Hey what are you do-" I started before a lump of snow landed in my face. "Hey, where did you learn to make a snowball? Even I have trouble with it." I asked, wondering how hooves had been able to form a cube.
"Nowhere..." she said, dodging the question. After a few hours of a snowball fight, we returned home.
"Well, I'm going to start dinner, Vegetable stew." I chimed, but only got a loud thud as a response, I skidded out of the kitchen, towards the room where the sound came from. A bright pink pit, the size of a door was on the floor, along with some orange feathers. I felt that maybe she had fallen in, or was dragged in.
"Hold on Scootaloo! I'm coming!" I yelled, diving in. I was greeted by falling on a tiled floor. I looked up, and saw four pairs of white hooves, leading to two unhappy looking royal guards. Then, two spears pointed at my face, followed by a tingling full body sensation.
Next thing I knew, I was in shackles before The one and only: Princess Celestia. I had a bronygasm incoming, but managed to hold it back. She looked displeased. She waved her hoof and the guards left the room. It was just me and her and we both stayed silently, until Scootaloo barged in. She had tears in her eyes.
I ran up to her, and held her, giving her assurance.
"Dad, they-they said that-that" She started before I hushed her.
"Scoots, you have to be strong. You have to shoot skywards and don't look back." I started as guards walked in. They dragged us apart.
"Scoots!" I yelled, then looked to the guard holding me. "Let go of me!" I said as I broke free and ran to Scootaloo. More guards came in, and tackled me. I struggled under the weight of the stallions, but couldn't escape in time.
The massive doors closed, and all was silent besides my grunts. The guards piled off, with a displeased Celestia staring me down.
"Tell me, what is your name?" She asked.
"Tanner." I replied.
"Tanner..." she said, trying it out.
"Well, Tanner, you are charged of kidnapping." She said softly, giving bad news with a smile.
I was thrown into a stone dungeon cell, with an "I hope you rot.". The pegasus in there looked surprised at my human-ness, but for some reason I recognized her. She grabbed my arm and examined it, from shoulder to fingertip. I forcefully took it back and she tackled me with a playful smile. "Hi! I'm, Bright!" she said, then jumped off of me, only to grab my leg. "What are you? I have never seen anything like you before, and trust me, I have seen a lot of creatures." she said, then offered me some sort of sweet tasting food. I just sat there, with a blank expression. At the moment, I really wanted to tell her not to touch me, but couldn't talk. I was too sad for words, then, I laid down and fell asleep.
When I awoke, I wasn't in a cell, I was in the royal hall, with Luna staring me down. "Do you like, hate me, or something?" I blurted out. She blinked in surprise, then turned around. "Why would you think that?" she asked, then brought up a quill and paper. "Earlier in the hall, you seemed angry at me." I answered, standing up. "I was looking in you. To see if you truly did commit the accused crime." she said as she wrote down something. "Tell me, what happened, how did you end up in this mess?" She asked, lowering the paper. "Mess? Mess?! These last few years have been the best part of my life! Better than the rest of it! Probably better than I will ever have! Seeing as you will most likely take her away from me!" I said, tears welling up. "Do you have any Idea how bad it was for me before Scoots?! Probably not as bad as the moon, but still!" I finished, and sunk my head. I soon felt a hoof on my shoulder. I looked up, and Luna stared into my eyes. "Sister believes that you should be thrown in the dungeon, or worse. But I can tell that you are innocent. Sister is too stubborn, so I must be the one to help you, I will see to it that your cell will be unlocked, and that Scootaloo will be unattended for a little while. Move when the moon disappears from the sky. The portal will be open then, and I will handle sister." Luna whispered, then winked at me.
I was returned to my cell, and smiled all the way. The pegasus was gone, replaced by another seemingly similar pony, this one a unicorn. She eyed my clothing, from my beat-up shoes, to my jacket, and kept asking where I got it. I ignored it, until she took my shoes. She hushed me, then returned them to me thirty minutes later, almost brand-new. It was nice of her, then in return she accepted a simple thank you. I extended a hand, and introduced myself. when she was about to speak her name, she teleported out, by a force not her own. I looked out the window, and noticed the moon was gone. "Oh shit!" I whispered, and saw as a shadow whisked past my cell, and the door flung open. I crouched-crawled out, trying to avoid the guards, and easily got out of the dungeon, and next thing I knew, I was in the royal hall, Scootaloo was sleeping on a cot next to the throne. I shook her awake, and she silently climbed onto my back. As we turned to the door, our sight was filled by Two Unicorns, two Pegasi, and two Earth Ponies. I almost shook in excitement, but this was not a good encounter with the Mane Six.
Alpha looked around, his guard shift coming to a close. He let out a yawn as he stopped his flashlight spell, and rested his spear against a wall. About to turn in his helm and armor for a bed and a blanket. A loud boom knocked him to the floor, He reached for his spear, but was hit by a flying Bipedal-thing. He soon saw stars and passed out.
I felt a sharp pain as I tried to get up. I looked to my arm and saw a spear. I thought of a horrible idea that could somehow work. I picked up the spear, and used it to get back up. I charged, spear in front, aimed at Twilight. She got into a stance, and waited for me to reach her. She flinched as the spear was two feet from her, and didn't see it go into the ground as I tried to vault over her. Well, Emphasis on "tried", because I sorta fell flat on my ass. And that's when the elements circled around me.
Twilight's horn started to glow, but was knocked flat by an orange and purple ball of fluff. Scoots got up, and stared at the rest of the elements. She opened her mouth and yelled: "Get away from my dad!". She looked down at me. "Get away!" She yelled louder. She started tearing up, and charged at Applejack. She punched her with her hoof, but it didn't hurt enough to make Applejack notice the filly. Scoots kept on pounding at her, crying and yelling "Get away!", but It was either that Applejack didn't give a shit, or that she was concentrating on my face.
I looked to Applejack. She just stared at me, trying to read me. I slowly sat up, and she kicked me, hard. I fell to the ground, and then watched as a grin came across her face. She kept kicking me and kicking me. The chanting came to my head, bringing back memories of my school life.
It suddenly stopped as a flash of rainbow stopped Applejack. "Go. If you make Scoots happy, then go ahead and continue with what you have been doing." Dash said, helping me up. While the rest of the mane six were stunned by this action, Dash put Scoots on my back. "Go to the portal. Now!" she commanded, and I ran. Scoots held on tight as I reached sight of the portal. I got a running start before a huge push by a fast object. I fell through the portal, with Scoots holding onto my back, and Rainbow Dash pushing me through.
I fell out of the portal, landed on my back, and caught Scoots. She smiled and buried her head into my shoulder. "Everything is going to be Oka-" I started before a blue ball of pegasus landed on me, then bounced off, knocking the wind out of me. I looked towards the ball of fluff, and saw Dash shaking her head, Trying to shake it off. I tried to say something, but couldn't. She extended her wings, and bolted towards the portal. It closed just before she hit it, so she sort of broke a hole into the studio before correcting her path.
"No, no, no, no, no!" she said, scanning the room me and Scoots occupied at the moment for the portal. She landed, then hung her head. "Great. Now I'm stuck here." she said, and I scooted over to help. I saw a tear drop and hit the floor, then hesitated. "It will be ok. I've been through worse, but now they may all hate me." Dash said without bringing her head up. I looked out the window for inspiration, and just saw snow cleaning my home, and covering my yard with snow that almost reached my knees. I looked out to the patio, which seemed to be relatively dry, and started walking out, Scoots following. Next to the door was the scarf I gave her for the weather. She put it on as I swapped my hoodie for my army-style jacket with a private insignia on it along with a red wool cap.
"Who is that lady who came back with us." Scoots asked, rolling snow for a snow-man. "Her name is Rainbow Dash." I said, fumbling with the keys in the jacket, trying to get into my old shed. "Do you know her?" Scoots asked, looking over to me. "I know who she is. I never had truly met her in person." I said as I found the correct key. "Is she going to try to take us back to that horrible place?" Scoots asked. "I don't know, Scoots, I don't know."
I made the bed nice in the shed, and plugged the power cable into the main house. I pulled out the spare blankets and the space-heater, then went to go get Rainbow to show her the temporary home. She trotted in, and said "Thanks, bye." then shut the door.
I tossed a towel to Scoots, and she dried herself off. I looked over to the now cold pot of stew, and heated it up. While Scoots was eating, I brought a bowl out to Dash, and she let me in. She had gotten into the old mystery books under the TV, and had one open on the bed. She tried to hide it before I could see, but I just chuckled. "It's okay. You like reading. I'm dissapointed I don't have any of the books you like." I said. She looked away. "Listen, I just wanted Scootaloo to be happy, and I'm not leaving until I'm sure." she replied. "Fine with me. I'm heading to the store tomorrow. I need to pick up some food, and some other stuff. Do you want some books or something?" I asked. She nodded her head, and then looked to her stew. "There's more inside. If you need anything, or if you get cold, the back door is open." I said. "Thank you. Sorry for earlier, I wasn't told It was Scootaloo, and well, Scootaloo is sort of close to me." Dash replied. "I know. She's close to me, too."
"Oh fuck." I said simply as I saw their truck slowly driving down the road, carrying two assholes in the truck bed. "Scoots!" I yelled, dashing to the studio, where Dash was watching Scoots draw. "Get to the safe-place." I said, seeing the truck pulling in from the studio. Dash got up. "What is it?" She asked. "Well, lets just say it's some people that want to harm me and Scoots." I said. "If they even touch a feather on h-" she started. "They did last time." I said simply. Dash bolted to the door as they started knocking.
They were outside, holding more baseball bats. "Three... Two..." I whispered. I clenched my hand into a fist and opened the door, driving the clenched fist into the closest face, then dug the elbow of the other arm into the spot where the sun doesn't shine. He crumpled to the ground.
I picked up his bat, then swung it at the closest asshole, missing, the momentum from the swing made me spin enough to not see the second asshole hit me in the side. As I fell to the ground, I saw a Rainbow streak land into the second asshole, sending him flying.
The other four laughed at the asshole who got his ass beat by Dash, "Ha! You got your ass beat by a rainbow!" one of them said, looking at the rainbow ball of fluff that was beating the shit out of their friend, not looking at the incoming pissed off brony with a baseball bat. I swung at his shoulders, and heard a satisfying crunch as it connected.
The remaining three circled around me, There was one I didn't recognize, I only noticed this because she tripped me. At that moment, they started beating me with their bats. They seemed to like circling, and between flinches, I saw the first one pick up his bat, and join in the beating. I was on the verge of blacking out, until an involuntary thrust of my legs tripped the female, who toppled over the first asshole, leaving two assholes to help their friends up.
I seized my chance and yelled: "DASH!" as I tripped one of the assholes helping another up. Dash looked over from her now unconscious target, and flew to pick me up. She hoisted me into the air with ease, and I pointed to the decorative paddle. Dash retrieved it, and I flipped it from side to side with joy.
"This is for throwing me out of the history class window in seventh grade!" I said as I swung the paddle into the legs of the one who threw me out of the two story window. His howl in pain made me feel energetic. "Come on! Who's next?" I yelled as I swung the paddle into the arm of the first asshole. The one who was still standing dropped his bat, and made a break for the truck. Dash flew into the path, and he stepped back, afraid of the pegasus, right into me. "Nighty, night" I said as I knocked him out with a clean blow to the head.
As the assholes were still writhing in pain. I asked Dash "What happens if they remember this?". "Well, Twilight once showed me this cool amnesia concoction, maybe if it is enough to work on a cockatrice, it will work on a human." She replied. "Alright. what do you need?" I asked
After getting the assholes their concoction, I drove them to the owner of the car's home, and made the place look like a a huge party had happened, scattered empty beer cans everywhere, threw some chairs, and just dumped them in random spots in the home, and hoped that they thought they just had major hangovers.
"Well, they are home where they will hopefully stay." I muttered. "I scrubbed the blood off of the driveway." Scoots chimed in. "I hid all other evidence that it happened." Dash joked. We all headed inside, and had a nice, warm dinner. Dash read to Scootaloo, And afterwards, Scoots put on my old tattered white jacket, and went to her studio. I walked outside in the crisp cool air, and knocked on the shed door. She invited me in. "Dash, Thanks for the help today. I would have had my ass handed to me on a silver platter if it weren't for you."
"It's called a drive-in theater. You could have Dash show you how to sit on a cloud, and we could see a movie." I said, pointing to the front-page of the newspaper, which had a headline about the almost finished revival of the old-drive in theater. I immediately had her attention, for she had seen another ad for a new movie that would be showing at the theater. Dash thought it would be "amusing" to see.
It was settled, that Thursday, I walked to the drive-in theater, seeing as I had no car, and they directed me to the seats for the people that don't have cars, which made up a lot of the community. I looked ahead and saw a cloud moving extremely fast, and assumed that it was Dash and Scoots. I looked to the people in front of me, no one I knew, one of them had his hood up, and none of them seemed to notice me. I settled into my seat, and scanned the cars ahead of me. The asshole's car was in the front, at least a 45 second run from my location. I looked up again, and saw Scoots poke her head through the cloud, only to put it back a second later.
The movie started moments later. The sound was deafening, and the and the projector sometimes gave that "Burnt" look in the screen. Scoots pointed to me with her hoof, then hid again. When the movie started, I relaxed. I leaned my head back, and what i saw almost made me shit myself.
"Hey there, gayboy." the asshole behind me said. I got up, and walked down from the seats, then broke out into a sprint after seeing them start to follow me. In the dark, I had to react quickly to obstacles on the ground. They were gaining on me, so I took a shortcut and hopped the fence. "Where are you going, gayboy? You can run but you can't hide!" Three of them said in unison as they climbed the fence. I sprinted down an alley, and saw a chance for survival. I ran to a large orange dumpster, and unlatched the two front wheel brakes. They got into the entrance of the alley, and I kicked off the other two brakes, as well as kicking the dumpster towards them. They evaded the obstacle, giving me enough time to climb up the nearest Fire-escape.
I reached the roof quickly. I took a quick assurance breath before running to the edge of the building and jumping on to the shorter Apartment Complex. It hurt landing, but not as much as seeing the assholes reaching the first roof. I kept on running. Upon reaching the edge, I weighed my options: Face the assholes or Try to grab onto the adjacent building's fire escape. I chose option two. I ran, jumped off, and just barely made it.
The metal rungs cut my left hand open, but I kept climbing. The assholes climbed down a maintenance ladder, then were hot on my trail. I looked up and saw an extremely low and fast moving cloud. I reached the roof and saw Scoots gesturing for me to jump on. "I CAN'T WALK ON CLOUDS!" I yelled. "Miss Dash can hold you up!" she yelled back. I saw that I was running out of roof.
I took my chances and jumped to the cloud, where Dash caught me, and slid me onto her back. I was out of breath at that point, and panting. "Don't get any Ideas. This is a one-time occasion." Dash said. "Gosh, those guys hate you. Do you know why?" Scoots asked. "Because I didn't die when thrown out a window, and because I'm different. Well, we all are different in a way, right?" I replied. "Sorry about making you miss the movie, Scoots. I'll make it up to you when it comes out on DVD." I said.
"Lets head home." I said, looking to the slackjawed Assholes, then giving them the bird. We quickly arrived home, and Dash landed the cloud, and when we got off, Dash destroyed it. Scoots trotted off to her room, and Dash came up behind me as I bandaged my hand. "That was some cool running. You know, up until you cut your hand." she chuckled. I dropped the gauze when she spoke. "Sorry. I didn't mean to, you know, scare you." She said. "It's, It's ok." I replied, then wrapped the gauze back up, then placed it in the cabinet. "Thanks again for saving my life. You seem to be doing that a lot recently." I said. "You make Scootaloo happy, that's more than enough for me to save you."
I raced back home, supplies in bag, I had gone to the bike store to get some stuff for repairing a bike. So I was running/jogging about two and a half miles. It was not the easiest thing for me, for I was a bit overweight. The direct path was blocked by a broken sewer pipe, and I don't ever jog through the woods, for it brings back bad memories. I started down the home stretch, slowly scanning for the assholes. With only positive signs, and jogged into the driveway. I stopped on the porch and caught my breath. As I fiddled with the locks, I heard tires rolling over gravel. Without looking, I grabbed the baseball bat that I kept by the door. I turned around as soon as I heard footsteps on the rotting wood. The Vacuum salesman almost seemed to shit himself as I brought up the bat.
"Don't hurt me!" He screamed, putting his hands up in defense.
"Sorry. I have an asshole problem." I said as I tossed the bat to the ground.
"It's okay. It's not the first time." The man said, lowering his arms and standing erect. "Name's Doug. I go door to door to give the offer of a lifetime to keep your home clean." He said, brushing imaginary dust off of his jeans.
"Sorry, again, Mr. Doug." I said, then introduced myself. "Can you give me a minute to put my stuff away?" I asked as I opened the door to the home and put my stuff on the counter. I then ran downstairs and told Dash to hide Scoots.
I ran upstairs and then let Doug in. He looked around at the toys strewn across the house by Dash and Scoots. "Kids?" He asked plainly.
"I guess one could say that" I said.
"Nice place you have here." He said, then looked outside at his car, which he forgot to lock.
"Do you have any, How should I say this; Bad Neighbors?" He asked.
"No. Well, I don't have any neighbors." I replied, slowly shutting my bedroom door.
I showed him around, for some reason. I truly felt that this man was a nice person. I don't know why. He seemed to have something about himself, something familiar. When we got to the studio, his eyes widened. I hadn't truly noticed how amazing Scoots paintings were. "Did you do these?" He asked.
"No. My daughter did." I said, then finished the tour.
On our way out, He handed me a piece of paper with his number on it, then he remembered his original purpose for being here.
"What if I told you this Vacuum could make your house Twenty percent cleaner, in ten seconds flat." He said, grinning.
After some talking, Doug and I walked outside. We had started on the road to friendship. I had been outside of society for long enough to have gotten lost.
"Hey, me and some of my friends are going out for drinks at the club across town tonight, want to come along?" He asked.
I looked up to the studio window and saw the outlines of Dash and Scoots looking down at me through a curtain.
"I guess. I really haven't been out since I turned eighteen." I said, slightly embarrassed at that fact.
"Tanner, you crack me up." He said between laughs. "Meet us at "The poLes" tonight at ten." He said as he turned around, and walked to his car. "Eighteen he says!" He said as he laughed.
I jogged into my home. I waited for his car to pull away, and saw a Dash Bumper sticker. Dash had been watching and chuckled.
"I guess I AM that awesome." She said, as Scoots entered.
"I'm hungry." the ponies said in unison.
I sighed as I pulled out my wallet. I had enough cash to get something.
"What about that Pizza Splice place you two have been nagging me about?" I asked.
They nodded. I started out the door before they tackled me.
"Thanks, Dad." Scoots said, squeezing the life out of me.
Dash just sat on the floor, having helped Scoots tackle me, she had completed her task.
"Thanks." She grunted, holding back a grin.
I pedaled my bike as fast as I could, down to the pizza parlor, the cart behind threatening to come off. I reached the place just fine. I ordered two vegetarian pizzas, and put them in the cart. I then ran to the gas station and got some soda, and then pedaled home. As I got home, Scoots and Dash were waiting, they immediately grabbed their food and went back to the kitchen. It was seven. I got dressed, and then hopped on my bike for the second time.
It was 9:52 when i arrived, I had put my bike on a lock about two blocks away. Doug was already in line.
The music was loud, and felt like someone just pounded a keyboard for notes. I didn't like it. People kept of shoving, having seizures for dance moves, and the smell of alcohol hung heavily in the air. I watched as my new friend got hammered and tried to pick up girls, not seeing their boyfriends next to them. There was a point where he tried to pick someone up, whose face I knew, and Small town, You can guess who she was with.
"Well if it ain't Redneck Dougie!" The asshole said in a fake hillbilly voice, as he shoved him, making the Inebriated man fall over, he hit the ground, and was out cold. I shoved the asshole back, and then again, and again, until I got him to chase me through the crowd. I jumped over a couch or two, and slid under some people, until I got outside to the parking lot.
The asshole burst out of the doors, and charged at me. I held up my arms in defense. It didn't matter, He tackled me, and then pinned me to the ground, using his weight to keep me down. He then started to beat me, it eventually got too hard to see. As I started to close my eyes, I saw a rainbow trail in the sky. It got closer and closer until it deposited an orange payload onto the asshole's back. He collapsed to the side, and then shouted a phrase I couldn't understand, as one of his buddies came out and tackled Scoots, then said clearly: "I don't know where you came from, but you will see your maker soon!" as he pulled out a crude shiv.
I got up, ignoring the intense pain in my face. "You think, you can just keep fucking with me? Ruining my chance at happiness? Well no longer!" I yelled.
"Don't come any closer! I will do it!" He yelled, turning the shiv into her torso. I stopped, but then saw blood. A new thought entered my mind, And I sprinted at him, then tackled him in a heartbeat. I grabbed the shiv from his trembling hand.
"Dash. Get Scootaloo home." I said, and dash nodded. I looked down to the frightened man. "You think that your friends will help you?" I said as his eyes darted to the frightened others. "Go ahead help him." I said, hysterically. They all either stared in horror, or ran. "Go ahead. Do something!" I yelled as one walked forwards.
I stopped for a moment. I returned to my senses. "I-I'm sorry." I said, helping the asshole up. I threw the shiv in a dumpster. I stuck my hand out, and was answered by a baseball bat.
I fell to the ground and looked up, and the asshole that I had tackled was above me. He laughed then stuck the shiv into my stomach. Everything started to spin and distort, and they ran off, with the shiv still in my stomach. the edges of my vision started to cloud, and the last thing I saw was Doug, calling someone on his phone. I blacked out as I heard sirens.