"Uh, I say... Um, 'Thank you.' to him, and I leave?"

Fluttershy nodded slowly. "Very good! You're learning quickly."

I yawned and scratched my chest. "So, how long have we been at this? I want to get passed this stupid thank you bullshit and move on to other things."

She looked at a clock that was hanging from the wall in her living room. "Um, just over two days now."

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, calming my nerves and finding a happy place. "Are you saying that in the last two days... all I've done so far is learn how to say please and thank you?" I asked very carefully. "Is that was you're saying?"

She fiddled her hooves nervously. "Uhm, yes?"

I took another breath, picturing myself on top of a tall mountain, completely alone and carefree. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked, again, very calmly.

Her eyes flitted back and forth between me and a window on the far side of the room. "Uh... no?"

I breathed deeply, over and over again for a few seconds before speaking again. The only thing stopping me from going ballistic was the memory of what happened the last time I lost it. "Fluttershy?" I said quietly.

She didn't respond, so much as squeak fearfully and hide behind her mane.

I slowly took the ammo out of my PKM and set it on the small coffee table in front of me. After I was done I sat down right next to her and gently rested my hand on her head. I looked out the window, seeing a small red bird fly by, chirping happily. "Fluttershy, I don't think I want to be nice any more."

She tried to slowly slide away from me, but I held on to her tightly.

I rubbed my thumb behind her ear and closed my eyes, leaning back on the couch. "I wasn't meant to be nice, I know that now. I think I'll just settle for being tolerably horrid."

She moved beneath my hand, coming closer to me. "Are... Are you sure you don't want to try again? Well, if you want to, I mean."

I scratched behind her ears a little harder, getting a tiny happy noise from her. "I don't want to. I want to go back home so I can be angry and hateful without everybody around me getting mad. I was built for pissing people off, but it's just too damn annoying when those people can piss me off back."

I looked down at her, my eyelids feeling very heavy. "I just want to go back to being how I was, without all this crap backfiring and blowing up in my face."

She smiled at me. "Well, I'm sure the princesses are working very hard to get you and your friends home safely."

I nodded slowly. "Yeah..." I yawned. "I'm sure... I'm sure they are."

I closed my eyes, feeling like they were very dry.

My friends and I were standing on a pile of corpses, and the world was burning. We laughed and joked, firing off weapons into the air in celebration of our victory.

I wasn't myself. I was simply a spectator watching my body. I saw myself fire into the air, laughing and cheering about the death of the world. I was in my bandit skin, but I had my face. At least, I think I did. My face was completely blank, just a white slate. But somehow I could see my own, real life face in the blankness.

My friends were the same. Blank, white faces, with their real faces hidden beneath the surface.

We smiled without lips. We laughed without voices or mouths. We looked over the scorched and dead earth without eyes. We smelled the burning bodies without noses. We heard the roaring of the flames without ears.

I saw myself pick up a head. It belonged to one of the ponies, I wasn't sure which. I stared into its dead eyes and smiled. I said something, I don't know what. A threat, a promise, a wish, I have no idea. All I knew was that I was terrified of myself.

I threw the head at me. My body threw the head towards where I was watching everything. I think it hit me, but I can't be sure.

I gasped, nearly choking on the air coming into my lungs. I fell off of the couch and landed on my knees, clutching my stomach. I fought to not throw up, feeling like my insides were being ripped and twisted by a giant fist.

I tried to call out for help, but I couldn't find my voice.

Tears rushed down my face as I tried to stand but slipped and fell on my side, sending a spike of pain through my body like I've never felt before.

I tried to call out again, tried to get somebody to help me. All that came out was a strangled whisper.

I tried to push myself off the floor, to ignore that pain, to fight it. I screamed as my body beat me back down to the floor, refusing to move.

As I screamed, I felt the contents of my stomach being forced up my throat and out of my mouth. I could taste and smell blood.

I thought I heard screaming, but I wasn't really sure. I could barely hear over the sounds of me puking and the pounding in my head. I also thought I heard a door slam, but again, I couldn't be sure.

My vision kept fading between grey and black, until finally it settled on red, pulsing with every heartbeat.

"Help..." I managed to croaked out.

I used my hands to slowly pull myself towards the door, every inch feeling like a mile. It took me an eternity of intense pain to reach the door to Fluttershy's home, and even longer to force myself up and push the door open.

"Help me!" I called into the night.

I stumbled out of Fluttershy's cottage, every sound feeling like a muffled earthquake, every light blinding me painfully. "He'p mh," I mumbled weakly, the blood in my mouth making it difficult to talk.

I don't remember when I got into the town, but I was leaning heavily on a building trying to catch my breath. "H- hel- he..." I slipped, nearly falling over.

I saw something, then I was on my back. My vision was fading fast, and the pain was getting worse with every breath I took. "He- help... me..."

I heard a voice shouting directly above me. I thought I could make out a call for help, something about being hurt. It sounded familiar, like somebody I knew.

I felt tired. So tired... So tired...

I tried to stand up again but something on my chest was stopping me.

It didn't matter though. I was too tired to move. I was so tired... So tired... So tired...

Whoever was yelling stopped when another voice started.

There were a lot of voices, all of them speaking words I couldn't hear. Shouting things I couldn't understand.

But the voices stopped yelling. Now they were moving me. At least, it felt like I was moving. I couldn't tell; I couldn't feel anything besides the pain very well.

Then I was set down. I didn't remember the trip being more than a few seconds, but I must have faded out at some point.

The voices were back, shouting and yelling. I thought I heard my friends, but, I couldn't be sure.

I reached a hand up to my face and pulled my head wrap completely off. I then took off my knock-off Ray Bans and tossed them to the side.

I laughed, spitting up blood and feeling it run down my face. "Nu's Shy's g-uh tay care o meh... I beh fine..." I laughed again, almost choking on my own blood.

I felt something place itself on my chest and I gripped it as hard as I could. It felt like a plushie toy. Soft, fuzzy, and warm.

I smiled, the blood leaking through my teeth. "I'm r'lly dyin' thi time... ain' I?"

I heard a voice, soft and soothing. Trying to comfort me.

I laughed again, this time not feeling the pain because of the numbness slowly taking over. "Ya said ya'd care. I don' wanna die here."

I looked to my side, and through the blurry vision I could see Fluttershy next to me, my friends right behind her. "I l- love ya guys..." I ran my bloody hand through her mane. "I love ya most. I g'ad I gah to fu' ya..."

My sight left me, abandoning me to a world of darkness. I could still hear everything, but they do say that hearing is the last sense to go when you die.

But I didn't die, or, at least I think I didn't. My body became cold. Very cold.

I groaned and let go of the hoof I was squeezing. I felt like my head was burning from the inside out. I sat up, then I fell on my face.

I lay on the floor, feeling anger build in my gut, replacing the pain.

"Are you okay?!" I heard Twilight ask me.

I rolled over and sat up, scowling at her. "What kind of idiot puts a dying person higher than the floor?!" I growled at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you're fine..."

I pushed myself up to stand on shaky legs. I leaned on the little table they used to fix me. I seemed to be in some kind of make-shift operating room in Twilight's house. "What the hell happened?"

Serpent tapped me on the shoulder.

I turned slightly to fully face him and my eyes went wide. He looked like hell. "What's wrong with you?"

"You know how we're computers?" he asked me.

I raised a brow. "Computer programs, but yeah, I guess. What about it?"

He coughed violently, a drop of blood trailing down his chin. "We're overheating from being used too much."

I groaned. "So? Can't we go swimming or something?"

"That's what I said!" Viking piped up.

Serpent shook his head slowly. "No, we need constant cooling. And even then we're screwed if we don't get some kind of break."

I groaned again and spawned my head wrap and Ray Bans back on. "So, I over heated? How come I went all deathly and you're just sick?"

He thought for a second. "Are you infected?" he asked me curiously.

I snorted loudly, clearing some blood from my nose. "I'm a computer program, I don't get sick," I said angrily.

He shook his head. "No, I mean did your computer have any viruses? Like downloading videos from YouTube or things like that?"

I laughed stupidly. "Does porn have viruses?" I asked dryly.

He gave me a blank look. "How much do you watch it?"

I laughed, louder this time. "How much do you breathe?" I asked him sarcastically.

"Good God," he said irritated. "Yeah, that's your problem, right there."

Viking was laughing loudly next to us.

Twilight cleared her throat.

I looked at her expectantly. "What?"

She gave me a questioning look. "What is 'porn' exactly?" she asked curiously.

I blinked. Then I blinked again. Then I felt myself begin to smile. "Well, it's when you take a camera, a bottle of lube, and your girlfriend..."

Author's Note

Fussan, why do you watch porn?
Because what I'm into scares girls away.
What are you into?
Hehehe, I'll tell you in a few chapters...
Uh, I don't think I want to know any more...
No dice bro! You asked, and I'm telling! Sit back and enjoy the ride, because I know I will!
I'm scared...
Hehehehe... You should be... Oh, yes... You should be...

So, is it a bad idea to add on to the story when I'm angry over losing a match in CS:GO? Yes? No? Maybe so?