Chapter 1: The knock on the door.

Bored, so fucking bored.  I slowly lifted myself up from my computer chair and drifted over to my router.

I unplugged it, annoyed at its complete failure.  "That's the fourth fucking time today", I said, trying to keep quite.

My parents are asleep, and I'd like to keep it that way.  Waking them up and having them question why I'm still up

at three am wouldn't be a very fun conversation.  Even though I'm sure they know I don't go to bed until six am.  Hardcore, I know.

        After waiting thirty seconds I plug it back in, and again continue my slow drift to my computer chair, music still blaring out of my headphones.  "This is probably how they seem to know what time I finally decide to go to sleep ", I think to myself.  I turn off my music, and shut the computer down, then boot it back up.  I wait for it to get to the log in screen, type my password and give my computer time to load all the necessary things.  I pet my cat who is annoyed at the sudden interruption of her sleep.  She nips at me, and I take the hint and stop petting her.

I open up my browser, and click on the bookmark of Youtube.  I go to my play list titled "REPEAT" and listen to a band called "Scars on Broadway" that I really enjoy.  The forty-four second demo of their song is so good, I needed a lazy way for it to repeat.  Softly singing along to the words I have memorized, I try to find ways to occupy my time.  I could get on my Xbox and see if my friend Stewart is on, but of course that would mean getting up and going through the motions of powering everything up.  Fuck that I think to myself, reading My Little Pony fan fiction is much more easy.

After about half an hour of reading some... Interesting fan fiction.  Fine extremely interesting fan fiction.  O.k sexually explicate fan fiction that involves Fluttershy doing things to Rainbow dash. I have nothing to hide.  O.k maybe I do.  I go on Youtube hoping that my recent restart of my router will hopefully allow it to do the simple fucking task of loading a video.  Thankfully it dose.  I close out the addictive song I was listening to, I troll the videos in hopes of something that will get my attention.  Finally I decide on Day9.  After his entertaining Fun-Day Monday videos, I look at the clock and see that its already 4:15 AM.  Well that was time consuming I think to myself.  My cat then decides to scare the shit out of me and put her paw on my arm.  Startled, I look down already knowing what it was in the first place.  I pet her for a few seconds and follow her to her food dish.  She looks at it with a annoyed look, as if telling me "Do you see this small hole in my food?  If you don’t fill that up, I will have no choice but to annoy the hell out of you until it is filled."  I get out her food and carefully poor a little bit into her dish, and she begins snacking at the food.

After some mindless walking around, I go into my basement, get a drink, and come back up.  On my way up I look out my kitchen window and notice something very odd.  A girl.. Well I think its a girl, is wondering outside in the streets and is acting, well odd.  "Well this is defiantly not something you see every day.  Should I A, go outside and see what is happening, or B.  Should I stay inside, and hope whoever it is out there gets where they are drunkenly wondering to."  "B, definitely B.  B is normally always the right option.  After reading and listening to many creepy pastas, B sounds like the greatest option anyone could ever come up with.  And besides, what could possibly be out in the street that needed tended too right this moment.  Probably a drunken kid who is making his or her way back to his or her house.

*Knock Knock Knock*  "Oh son of a bitch", I said quietly to myself.  Please don't tell me that whoever it is out there has decided that this looked like the best house to come to for aid.  I angered, slowly made my way to the door.  My parents haven’t came out of there slumber yet.  Fuck, the only my dad would want to answer the door, and he is asleep.  I will peer through the tiny window in our door, assess the situation, and decide then on what to do.

"You know I can see you through that tiny window in your door!"  Said a distressed female voice.  "Fuck" I said.  So much for trying to assess the situation.  Well now what.  Eh fuck it, I'll answer the door, if she overpowers and murders me, I probably deserve it for not being able to defend myself against a innocent sounding girl.

I slowly open the door.  "Um, hello?" I say sounding more scared then I meant to lead on.

        "Hello! My name is Pinkie Pie, and I'm uh, kinda lost you could say."  She said sounding a bit too Cheery for a girl in her situation.

Fuck I think to myself.  This is going to be one hell of a fucking night.