"AddictAnon - Part 2 (Rehabilitation)"
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AddictAnon - Part 2 (Rehabilitation)

>You step out of Celestia's office, hands firmly put in your pockets.
>That was the most gut-wrenching, heart to heart...
>Bullshit you've dealt with in your time here.
>You go back over it in your mind.
>"I can't believe you'd do this Anonymous, what would your family think?"
>"You'd better be grateful I'm not expelling you!"
>She also said something involving "the Canterlot Highschool Code Of Ethics", but you weren't paying attention.
>You weren't someone who worried about the consequences of your actions.
>Not against yourself, at least.
>You never wanted to involve other people in your stupid antics. You didn't like the feeling of guilt that came along with shit like this.
>And now, your new partner-in-crime looks like she's gonna cry.
>Her hands stay firmy planted in her lap, overlapping one another.
>They're shaking, and she's not hiding it well.
>Fuck. This is why you don't like involving other people.
>Letting out a long sigh, you take a seat beside the girl and look at her.
>She looks determined to stay calm, even though her eyes are tearing up and her lips are quivering.
>Damn, she doesn't even look half bad-
>Fuck off. Now is not the time.
"Hey, I'm sorry for getting you caught up in this."
>Your voice comes out unnaturally nice, to your surprise.
>She looks at you for a moment before biting down on her lip, in what you can only assume is anger.
>"Don't."
>The feeling of guilt washes over you even more.
>Well, you tried. So much for being nice.
>The silence is unnerving, and only gets worse as the seconds go by. 
>...
>It's your fault she's like this, it's your fault she's gonna get in trouble.
>This is all your fault.
>Own up to it. You ruin whatever you touch.
>...
>Great, that's back again.
>You reach for your earbuds, to try and block it out.
>Only to find them missing.
>FUCK
>Calm down, it's gonna be fine.
>You can handle this for a bit.
>...
>IT IS NOT GOING TO BE FINE
>YOU CANNOT HANDLE THIS FOR MORE THAN A BIT
>"Sunset Shimmer, please come into my office."
>Celestia has stepped out of her office and is standing in the doorway, staring impatiently at the girl.
>So, that's her name. 
>You look at her hair.
>It fits, you guess. Not what you'd have named a kid, but then again your name is fucking "Anonymous".
>Dad must've been high when he named you.
>Like father, like son.
>'Sunset' gets up, heading towards Celestia's office with a quivering smile on her face.
>"Yes, Principal."
>After a nod and a slight smile towards Sunset, the Principal's magenta eyes suddenly move to glare at you.
>That gaze, it gave you shivers down your spine.
>Fucking horror-movie level chills.
>"And, you."
>Ouch. Her voice was cooooold.
>Like, Lake Everfree freezing over, cold.
>Except you couldn't skate around this shit.
"Yeah?"
>"Remain here, until I've finished talking to Ms. Shimmer."
>You were in no place to refuse her, but you really needed a way out of here.
>Soon, rather than later. Things with this "situation" were just going to get worse.
"Alright."
>Leading the downtrodden girl into her office, Celestia finally takes her eyes off you and closes the door.
>You look around the area.
>Wow, this place needs an SRO or something.
>There's no cameras, for whatever reason, and no security around.
>Nobody else.
>Just you, alone with your thoughts.
>...
>Oh fuck, you have to let Vinyl know what happened!

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>"Now, Sunset, before we start, I want to let you know-"
>Your words come out in a flurry of nonsense, interrupting Principal Celestia before she finishes
"I'm so sorry I just found him and I didn't realize he was doing that but I'd never do that I'm past that and I know you might not-"
>"...I know you didn't do anything."
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>It takes a few seconds to register with your brain, but your visible confusion speaks for itself.
"If you know I didn't, then..."
>"Why did I bring you in here?"
>
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>"I..."
>Moonrunes aside, Celestia looks visibly disappointed...
>Or, is that guilt?
>"I need you to help m-help Anonymous, I mean."
>You've never seen Principal Celestia look so hopeless.
>And it scares you.
>...Also, his name's Anonymous?
>"You saw for yourself what was...going on with him. Luna and I, we aren't dimwitted. We noticed too."
>Celestia looks down, intertwining her fingers with eachother.
>"And, it's just been getting worse. We saw his demeanor, his eyes, everything pointing to it: but we had no way to stop it."
"Until now, now that he's been caught."
>You understand where she's coming from. Principal Celestia has always cared an exuberant amount about the students; so much that it seemed like she took it personally when any of them stepped out of line.
>That's a bad way of phrasing it, but...
>"Exactly."
>Something still confuses you, though.
"Haven't you tried contacting his parents?"
>Principal Celestia lets out another long sigh, fidgeting with her fingers in a more intense fashion.
>"Yes, but to no luck."
>You and the Principal sit in silence as you reflect on...
>Everything, really.
>You know how Anonymous feels, to an extent. You think you were like him. Yet...
>You never resorted to substances to get by. You can't imagine the toll that would have on someone.
>And you can't imagine how bad the world must be for someone to live in a constant state of drug-addled dissociation.
>You think back to your first sight of him.
>His eyes. You knew something was wrong, but those weren't the eyes of someone who has only used marijuana.
>Celestia coughs, before continuing.
>"Sunset Shimmer. You understand his situation more than anyone, correct?"
>You nod, your mind still racing.
>"Yet, you returned to the light from the darkness you used to relish in. You are the best example of redemption I have ever come across."
"Thank you, Principal Celestia."
>Celestia lightly smiles at your semi-audible response, before regaining the same worried expression as before.
>"I have tried helping Anonymous, to no avail. With your..."
>Celestia stops for a moment.
>"Experience, I believe you can help him more than I."
>So, she's asking you to...put him on the path to recovery?
"You want me to...help him curb his addictions?"
>"Yes. If you would rather not, I understand, but..."
>You take a moment to think it over.
>It wouldn't be easy to convince him to stop, and you had no idea how to help someone with something like this.
>The power of friendship was a strong force, but the power of narcotics is equally as strong.
>But, you didn't want to give up on someone who clearly needed help.
>If the Elements weren't there for you, you'd have ended up worse than Anonymous.
>Who were you to deny someone the chance to change for the better?
>"If you-"
"I'll do it."
>"Alright, I-you will?"
>Celestia genuinely seems shocked at your answer.
"If the Elements weren't there for me, I'd be in a worse state than him. I don't want to see anyone end up like me."
>You've never seen Celestia relieved like this, wow.
>The smile across her face is noticeably large, and she lets out a long sigh once again.
>"I can't tell you how glad I am that you've agreed."
>That smile is contagious. You sport a similar, albeit smaller, one in response to her.
"Now, Principal, I uh...don't know how to help, though."
>Celestia looks befuddled for a moment.
>"Oh."
>"Well, I was thinking..."

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>Fuck, what's taking them so long?
>Your phone is about to die, and your back is actually fucking cramping up at this point.
>Leaning back yawning, you almost don't notice the door to Celestia's office opening.
>Almost.
>"Now, miss Shimmer, you can go."
>"Okay, Principal Celestia."
>You raise an eyebrow at how much better she looks than before.
>Better, as in mood. She still isn't your type, nothing has changed on that front.
>A glare from Principal Celestia brings you out of your thoughts.
>"Anonymous, let me set this straight. If I even get a scent of...that, again, I am not going to let it slide. You're on very thin ice."
"Understood, ma'am."
>She looks like she didn't expect a polite answer.
>"Ahem. Anyways, you can go now. I expect you on your best behavior from now on, Anonymous."
"Thank you, ma'am. I'll be off, now."
>You nod and go to leave, satisfied that you've rustled the Principal's jimmies hard enough.
>Fuck, where did you leave your earbuds? They were in your pocket as you were walking to Celestia's office, and the route you took was from-
>"Anonymous!"
>FUCk
>You jump a little, hands shaking as you turn your head to glare at one Ms. Sunset Shimmer.
>"I've got a bone to pick with you!"
>Her hands are on her hips in what you think is supposed to be a menacing pose.
>But holy fuck it's hilarious.
"Calm down, there's no need to bring my bone into this."
>Judging by the sudden blush on her face, that threw her off.
>Payback for the spook.
>"I...ugh! You have first lunch, right?"
>Hmm?
"Yeah, why?"
>She points to the clock in the corner.
>Were you really in Celestia's office for that long? Damn, you thought you'd at least be back in time for 3rd period.
>You actually enjoy Culinary Arts, unlike most of your other classes.
"What makes you think I'm going to the lunchroom?"
>Did her eye just twitch? 
>"My friends wanted you to come...hang out with us, which is why I was approaching you this morning."
>Oh.
"Oh."
>"Yeah. And then this whole mess happened."
>That's on her, for leaving the door open when she confronted you.
>You mull it over. 
>It's not like you have any friends here.
>Well aside from Vinyl, but she's barely here anyways.
>And Papa always told you to do things outside of your comfort zone.
>You shudder. That doesn't make you feel any better.
>With a sigh of defeat, you put your hands back in your jacket pockets and start walking beside Sunset.
"Fine. Why not. But if they're all preppy thots, I'm out of there."
>She looks at you with confusion in her eyes, but says nothing about it as you both walk to the cafeteria.
>...
>It's a bit of a silent walk there, at least until you get closer to the cafeteria.
>The roaring sound of highschool kids starts rising the closer you get to the double doors, until you're standing right outside of the area.
>You haven't been in here since the start of the year, and you weren't really planning on coming back.
>Not that the food isn't good, just-
>"Come on, move it already Anon!"
>Did this bitch just
>1) Push you
>and, 2) Call you Anon?
>Stumbling inside the cafeteria, you remember why you don't come around here.
>Everyone stops what they're doing in your immediate area and just looks at you.
>Not out of malice or anything, just out of confusion.
>You catch yourself and glare at Sunset, who is currently sporting a smile of complete embarassment.
>"Heh, heh...sorry, Anonymous!"
>Okay, bitch, keep blushing.
>Revenge is coming.
>Sunset rushes up to continue walking beside you, her face flushed a bright red.
"Nice of you to push me into the fray there, Sunny."
>"Sorry, I just..."
>She stops her sentence and looks around, a smile crossing her face as she waves to a table on the far side of the cafeteria.
>"Alright, my friends are over here. Come on!"
>She grabs your hand and starts almost dragging you over towards the table.
>Her hand is soft against your rough palms, it's odd.
>You've never held hands with a girl before.
>Questioning if this disqualifies you from reaching wizardhood, you quickly let go of her hand as soon as you can.
>She doesn't seem to notice as you both reach the table.
>Now, who the fuck are these bitches?
>"Oh, oh! Sunset, you brought him! Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie! I really like parties, and cake, and cupcakes! Do you like cupcakes? I'm really good at making them! I work at a cupcake shop! You should come by sometime. Not to try to advertise or anything. You don't have to come by if you don't want to! But if you don't-"
>Christ almighty it hurts
>You didn't need to know who the fuck this bitch was that badly.
>Luckily for you, Sunset interjects and cuts the pink girl off.
>"Haha, yeah, Pinkie, I'm sure he'd love to go down to Sugarcube Corner sometime!"
>Peace be upon him.
>*Her
>Whatever.
>The motley crew at the table before you stares daggers into your soul.
>The silence is broken when, after a couple moments of looking at eachother, one of the girls decides to speak up.
>"If nobody else wants to introduce themselves first, I'll just do it. I'm Rainbow Dash, nice to meet you."
>You instinctively go to fistbump her, but think it through and instead try to go for a handshake.
>She does the exact same thing.
>Silence.
>...
>Then you both burst out laughing, and actually fistbump eachother.
"Oh my god, that was hilarious. I'm Anonymous, but you guys can call me Anon."
>You smirk.
"Sunset coined the nickname."
>From the corner of your eye, you can see her getting embarassed again.
>Anonymous does not forgive. Anonymous does not forget.
>After the whole debacle with Rainbow, the others begin introducing themselves.
>Surprisingly, there's only 1 preppy bitch; she isn't bad at all, but this confuses you even more on how Sunset became friends with this group.
>There's a preppy nerd girl, shy girl, country girl, rich girl, tomboy, and the classic party girl. You could probably sell to her.
>Scratch that, she probably has her own dealer already. The entire time you talk to the group, she stays more hyperactive than a lightweight on Vyvanse.
>Regardless, you're surprised at how down to earth these girls are. They genuinely seem like good people.
>Or, they're hiding it well. You don't know their true end goal, because it's not like they're just doing this our of the kindness of their heart.
>It's probably out of pity that they invited you.
>"Anon? You alright?"
>You brush away your thoughts to look a concerned Sunset Shimmer in the eyes.
"Oh, uh, sorry. Just thinking about stuff. I'm good."
>Thankfully the other girls at the table seem to be talking amongst themselves, completely oblivious to you spacing out.
>"If you say so."
>"Hey, Anon!"
>You instinctively jump about 6 inches into the air, turning around with your fists ready.
>Instead of an attacker, your eyes fall upon the pink party girl
>"We were gonna have a party after school, you're invited!"
>Wasn't Pinkie just...
>You look over to the empty seat across the table from yours.
>You swear, on your life, she was just there.
>The invitation that's quickly pushed into your hands only serves to further baffle you.
"Uh, I'll...try to show up?"
>You've known her for all of 10 minutes, and she has an invitation for you.
>How.
>She didn't have anything at the table that she could've made this with.
>She couldn't have made it before now, because she learned your name today.
>"Yes! We're gonna have cupcakes, and streamers, and-"
>You manage to cut her off before she starts her rambling.
"Pinkie, how did you..."
>You struggle to find words for it.
"Teleport? From your seat?"
>Looking to the girls behind you for support, you just get a collection of apologetic looks.
>Is this the norm?
>Pinkie looks confused, but gives you a smile.
>"Silly! I don't teleport. It's not like I'm magic or anything!"
>You look her straight in the eyes, before letting out a long sigh.
>It's probably just a side effect of the shit you were smoking, or something.
>You go to sit back down, right as the ear piercing sound of the bell assaults your ears.
>"Ah guess lunch is over. Hoo-boy, that went fast."
>Applejack looks like she hasn't even finished half of her lunch, though you can't imagine being able to finish 5 portions of apple-based food products yourself.
>"Remember Nonny, party! Be there or be square!"
"I know, I know. I'll be there, Pinkie."
>Her smile grows wider.
>"I knew you would. The plot demands it."
"What?"
>"Nothing! I'll see all you guys after school!"
>Pinkie Pie bounds off to her next class, bidding everyone else at the table goodbye.
>Everyone starts to bid eachother goodbye, leaving one by one until it's just you and Sunset at the back of the group exiting the cafeteria.
>She glances at you, smirking.
>"So, were they 'preppy thots' or no?"
"They were nice. Don't know how you ended up with them, though."
>A melancholy look crosses her face; her sudden chuckle sounds forced.
>"Yeah, I guess I really don't deserve them, huh..."
>Oh, great. Now you hurt her feelings.
>How does one man fix this.
>What did Ben Shapiro say?
>Who's Ben Shapiro?
"Hey, don't say that. I don't know how any of you ended up as friends, you all just seem so much different from one another."
>That seems to have lifted her spirits, at least a bit.
>"Oh. Yeah, uh. They invited me into their group, the same as what happened with you basically."
>She's stammering, but she did just seem on the verge of crying.
>"They're too nice for their own good..."
>The waterworks aren't going yet, but you feel a flood coming.
"Sunset."
>She looks at you, tears in her eyes.
"They're friends with you for a reason. Don't try to convince yourself that they pity you or anything like that."
>Since when were you this motivational?
>Is this you or the THC talking?
>You're unsure, but at least Sunset looks a lot better.
>"...I never thought of it like that."
>She's either flattering you, or absolutely fucking daft.
>"Thank you, Anon."
>After a couple seconds, you move forward into the hallway.
"No problem. See you after school."
>Heading up the stairs to your next class, you don't notice the smile going across your face.
>Y'know, today is going pretty well.
>"Hey, Anonymous. Making new friends?"
>Fuck.