"AddictAnon - Part 1 (Downward Spiral)"
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Created on: Wednesday 25th of September 2019 08:16:33 PM CDT
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AddictAnon - Part 1 (Downward Spiral)

"Hey, girls, you ever wonder why that kid is always alone?"
>The other girls at the table look at you, confused.
>"Now that I think about it, I've never seen him hang out with anyone. You don't suppose he has no friends, right?"
>A couple seconds of silence follow AJ's question, before you turn your head to look at the green-skinned loner two tables away.
>He's clothed in dark blue jeans and an army green jacket. It's too far away to tell anything else, but it seems like he's actively trying to fly under the radar.
>From the corner of your eye, you can see the others taking glances at him.
>Rarity seems especially focused on him; or, rather, the clothes on his back.
>"Why is he wearing a military jacket like that? It clearly doesn't fit with his jeans."
>After a couple seconds, Rarity turns her attention back to everyone else at the table.
>"Anyways, we shouldn't keep staring, girls. It's rude."
>Slowly, everyone turns back to look at each other with confusion in their eyes.
>"But what if he's alone, what if he's sad because he has no friends?"
>Pinkie's hair flattens a bit, a small frown taking place of the smile normally on her face.
>You mull it over for a few moments. There's only a couple minutes left before school starts; if you are going to talk to him, you should do it now.
"I'll go talk to him, girls."
>You flash your most convincing smile to the rest of your friends, only Pinkie reciprocating one back.
>"Ask him if he wants to hang out sometime, maybe he's just a new kid or something."
"Will do, Dash."
>Getting up from your seat, you start slowly walking over to the loner's table.
>BRRRRING
>The ringing of the school bell reverberates throughout the cafeteria, jolting the kid up as he looks around.
>Your eyes meet, and you see his face for the first time.
>He looks incredibly tired, the black bags under his eyes contrasting completely with his skin. His jacket reaches down below his waist, obviously too big for him, and it looks old and used.
>What hits you hardest, though, are his eyes.
>He looks tired, yes. But it looks like more than just sleep deprivation.
>He looks like he's tired of everything.
"Wait, I-"
>Your eyes lock with his for a split second, before he flips his hood up and quickly walks away with his hands in his pockets.
>The sea of highschoolers flooding the halls blocks you off from catching up to him, and the hood of his jacket quickly disappears from your sight.
>Mission failed. You were so close, too!
>You curse yourself for not approaching him quicker.
>Well, hopefully, you'll have another chance tomorrow morning.

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>You are a certain green-skinned human named Anonymous, and you're freaking the fuck out.
>Why was that girl approaching you? Was she a narc? She didn't look like someone who'd need to buy from you.
>The way your eyes locked, it made you feel like she was looking into your soul or something.
>You knew you should've avoided the cafeteria this morning. Fuck, what if she rats on you?
>Calm down, Anon.
>...
>Fuck, you can't.  Celestia probably sent her. 
>That girl exudes preppy energy, she'd snitch on you in a second.
>Looking around the classroom, you see all your classmates in various states of boredom.
>Attempting to listen to the teacher reveals the source of the problem. Ms. Harshwhinny keeps rambling on about some stupid history shit you've all heard before. Something, "Canterlot's history reveals a lot...", something, "the people who founded our city...".
>Fuck this.
>The second she mentions the word "important", you fish your earbuds out of a pocket in your jacket and plug them into your phone.
>Turning your phone on reveals a flood of notifications.
>Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, this doesn't matter-
>Oh. Text from Vinyl.
>"Hey, meet me when you can. Out in the parking lot. You know my car."
>Shieeeet. She's chill enough.
>Continuing to tune out the lecture, you text her back.
>"aight, ill be there next period"
>Vinyl is one of your best "customers", and probably the only person you can consider a friend in this shithole.
>First time you sold to her, she was in the parking lot blasting some music you'd never heard before.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9r7PQyQJl0g
>After taking the most LSD you've ever taken, you and her "bonded" over music and the dumb shit both of you have done while under the influence.
>Good times, good times. 
>Your reminiscing of the past gets cut off by the ear-piercing ringing of the bell, signaling the end of first period. 
"Finally. Fucking god."
>You're too shaken up to care if you said that aloud or not.
>Most of the other kids in your class have woken up, and are too busy yawning or getting up to notice your expletive.
>"Remember, homework is due tomorrow!"
>Fuck you, Harshwhinny. Suck a horsecock.
>You put your music on shuffle, getting up and slinging your backpack over one shoulder.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8gCS_XP47U
>Heh. Fitting.
>Wading through the sea of pastel-colored highschoolers, you start walking to the library.
>Virtually nobody goes there during the school day, and there's an easy exit to the back of the school from there.
>Thank god you found that exit. Celestia and Luna aren't stupid; when you kept exiting out the front for "family emergencies", they were bound to catch on eventually.
>You feel like shit. Ugh.
>Next period is English, so you're fine with skipping that. You won't miss shit.
>You were going to try to be present in every period today, to take the Principals' attention off of you, but bros before prose.
>First, you need something to get your mind off of that red-haired girl.
>Then, you'll go chill with Vinyl.
>She'll understand.

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>Wow, you're glad first period is done. You could barely focus at all, what with your mind continually drifting to the green-skinned kid and the sheer look on his face when you confronted him.
>You haven't told any of your friends about it, but it scared you.
>He looked so...numb. Like, he didn't care about anything.
>How someone would live their life without caring about anything, you don't know. 
>Well...
>Humans are a lot different from ponies. You know that for sure.
>You've seen a lot of things in your time here, maybe you shouldn't be surprised by...him.
>Wow, you don't even know his name.
>So much for becoming his friend.
>Shaking the thought out of your head, you try to root yourself back in reality with a look around the school.
>The halls are flooded with the normal slew of students; most are just standing and talking by their lockers or holding conversations while walking to their second period classes.
>You don't focus on their conversation, you don't need to know what they're talking about. 
>You do, however, look around for Twilight or any of your other friends. You probably should've tried to find them earlier, but you got swept away by the amalgam of students rushing to their respective classes.
>Walking past the library, your gaze drifts inside. Twilight would probably be in here between periods, that egghead.
>You don't see Twilight, but you do get a glimpse of a familiar hooded figure walking to the back of the library.
>You stop.
>Is that him?
>Why is he in the library? You didn't coin him as someone like Twilight, and it's not like he's in here for a class.
>Against your better judgement, you start tailing him. You feel an intense need to get to the bottom of this, and you can explain the situation to Celestia or Luna later.
>Now, you're not good at following people. Your limited experience comes from Daring Do movies and manga.
>There is a reason you aren't the person to rely on in these situations.
>So, you lose track of him after only 15 seconds of following him. You are frustrated, but unsurprised.
>Knowing the layout of the library, there's a couple places he could've gone.
>One: To the other side of the library
>Two: He walked to his class, and you were overthinking it
>Three: He used the double doors in the back to leave school grounds
>You don't want to assume the worst, but maybe he has something important off school grounds?
>Slowly walking to the exit, you can't help but feel guilty.
>He doesn't even know he's being followed. He'd hate you for this.
>Reaching out to the handle of one door, you brush that aside. It's his fault for leaving school grounds! You can say you were sent there by Celestia, because he left before you could talk to him before school...
>Opening the doors, a gust of wind rustles your hair around.
>Two things immediately catch your attention.
>The kid, and the thing he's smoking.

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>Looking down at your phone, you take a drag of your blunt and blow out the smoke.
>You feel a lot better. Even with the risk factor involved, it's still /comfy/ as fuck to just smoke and scroll through your phone.
>The double doors open beside you, and you freeze.
>That bacon-hair bitch that was looking for you earlier comes out of the door, and looks straight into your eyes.
>...
>The sound of wind blowing through the trees, the faint sound of cars, a dog barking in the distance.
>It's not silence, but it conveys the same thing.
>The girl is the first to break the silence, disappointment crossing her face.
>"What are you doing?"
>You take the blunt out of your mouth and blow the smoke into the wind.
"What does it look like?"
>She opens her mouth to form a response, and then closes it.
"Are you gonna take me to Celestia, or what?"
>You're gonna get suspended.
>Fuck.
>Dad's gonna be so fucking pissed, he's gonna...
>"Why would I?"
>What
>"If you want me to, I mean I can-"
>You cut her off immediately.
"No, no no, please god no."
>In your fervor, you drop your blunt.
"Fuck."
>Looking back up at her, she lets out a long sigh.
>"May I ask why you're doing this?"
>That's a good question.
>You let out a sigh, almost mimicking hers.
"Look, I barely know you, I just nearly had a panic attack thinking you were here to get me suspended, and-"
>From beside Sunset, you hear another voice as someone else steps outside.
>"Now, why is this-"
>Ms Cheerilee looks at Sunset, who looks at you, and you look at Ms. Cheerilee before her eyes look to you and the blunt on the ground beside you.
>Again, there isn't complete silence. It still conveys the same idea.
>That you're fucked.
>In the ass.
>So much for keeping a low profile today.