Crystal PREP

by Arial Blaze

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Twilight Sparkle, Fleur de Lis, Gore, Dark, Other, Romance, Drama, Suri Polomare, Trenderhoof, Equestria Girls, Crossover, Sex
Length: 2667

High School. The greatest challenge of Twilight's life.

Twilight is the sole goth at Crystal Prep Academy. All around her are nothing but filthy preps!! She must learn to survive in the most inhospitable environment possible for a goth like her!

Published 2016-08-27 01:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-10-12 20:12:20 UTC

CHapter 1: Twilight Sparkles

RRRRRRIIIIIIING! That was the sound of the final bell of the school day. It was time for Twilight to leave this cursed place, and head to her very favorite store: Hawt Topic! She was going to get herself some new clothes for the Freindhip games.She could get some pretty good goth clothes there. They weren't quite authentic, but they were good enough for this school. It was n't like there were any other true goths here to complain. She was currently wearing a tattered black and pink dress, with similar stockings. Her hair was still pinned up, but the pin was spiky. Her dark black shoes were spiked, as were her similarly dark glases. She thought the glasses were a nice touch, even if she didn't actually need them; she already had red contact lenses in that made her eyes look like glowing demonic cat eyes. She went to the bus stop in front of the school, wehre her prep arch-nenemeis Fleur de Lis was w8ing for her. Fleur didn't even need to use the bus (she had her own, expensive, pink and preppy limo) she just wanted to antagonixe Twilihgt.

Fleur was all, like angry when Twilight cam out. "You shouldn't even be her you fuckin goth".
"This school is called Crystal PREP after all"

"I didn't even wont to go here. Ugh. My fucking parents did." Twilight sassed.

"Well, then just don;t show up! Problem solved!" Fleur sassed as well, but harder.

Twilight stormed away, into the bus that had just arrived to bring them to the hot Topic. Fleri got on the bus too, as did her friends Trenderhoof, Suri Polomere, Jetset, Uppercrust, Sour Sweet, and the Shadownolts. Twilighte bumped into Jetset by accident.

"Hey watch 'ere you'r going you prep" he said, sassily and britishly. His girlfriend Uppercrust said she agreed with him asd well, snootily.

"You fucking prep I wish you would just die in the fires of hell," Twilight yelled.

Jet set took out a switchblade. He switched it to to on. Twilight took out her wepon, a sacrificial nife passed down though generations of goths, engraved with flowers and lace and pentagrams and bats. It was sharp enough to cut through steel beams. She had tested it, bck in the fell. It was 3 whole feet long, not including the handle, which was normal knife handle length, and stored the bullets.

She pointed it at him and fired, the bullet shooting the kinfe out of his hands. It spiralled and got embedded in a window. She put away her gun. Its mission was so done. Fleru took this oppurtunity and walked up to Twilight and kneed her in the gut. Tweilight yelled.

"YOU FUCKING BITH"

Twilight got up and took her knife out again but the bus stopped (it was at ht Topic), so she fell on top of Fleur insted, accidentally glomping her. Fleur blusshed, and so did Twilight. Twilight and fleur unentangled themselves and got hup, still blushing because they totally weren't gay or anything. They didn't notice, but Jestset had taken a picture of the two of them and was currenTLY tweeting it to all his bitchy prep friends on twitter.

They all got out and twilight and fleur and jetset went to hot topic. The others went home, probably. Maybe they were preparing for the friendship games or something? IDK, and Twilight didn't know or care either.

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Jetset went into the mens section, leaving Twilight and Fleur alone.

"WE NEVER SPEAK OF THAT AGAIN," said both Twilight and Fleur in tandem, although Fleur said it somewhat more sassily, because she was always the sassier one because she was French. Fleur flipped her pink hair, picked up a few of the rare shirts and skirts and stockings that weren't particularly gothy and went to the checkout, still a bit too shaken to be properly antagonistic. Twilight bought a spiked collar, a Suicide Squad shirt (her favorite new movie, so gothy), some tattered black shirts, a varsity jacket with spikes on it (even though she didn't play football; it was also perferect for the friendship game though she wasn't actually thinking about that when she picked it out), and a lot of lacy black underwear, and also a really short skirt, just because you can never get enough of those. Jetset went to the counter at the same time. "Maybe yu're not as bad as I though you were. Your clothes are pretty hardcore, he said britishly and seductively, and strangely, slightly gothily. Twilight wondered if maybe he had a secret, but then she noticed that he wasn't actually buying anything and just wanted to talk to her. What a creep, she thought. She turned to leave, and sod did he and the bumped into each other again. Twilight blsushed and so did Jetset. There was clearly something there, even if they both refuse to admit it. They both left. Jetset asked Twilight if she wanted a ride in his car, in a voice so british and so seductive that she couldn't possibly resist. (Because British accents are kindaa hot lol)

His car was a '66 black Impala, like the one from that TV show, which made Twilight appreciate him. It didn't have a license plate, and was modded to have red front lights. She suspected it had a more powerful engine in it than the stock one, a suspicion that was confirmed when he got in and started it, the resulting roar surprising her with how powerful it was. It wasn't the kind of car a prep would drive at all. Twilight got in, and sat in the passenger seat, which, like all the seats was made of black leather.

Jetset turned on the radio. Immediately, Evanescense's Bring Me To Life began to play, a song that was far too gothic for the ordinary prep she had originally believed him to be. He was kind of cool. And the more she thought about his cover, the less it made sense. Why would a prep have a switchblade? That was totally a goth move. Twilight looked at his face, and found that it was a face she could fall in live with. She didn't, though.

"See you at the Friendship Games" said Jetste as he let Twilight aout of his awesome car at her home. Her house was all edgy and purple, perfect for a goth even if her paerents didn't know that like at all. Her parrents were qsuares. They wanted her to compete in the firendship games, but that was for prprs, so she wouldnt do it. In fact, she was planning to sabotage the games with a plan of hers.

Prologue

By the light of Celestia's blessed sun, as it slowly rose, Twilight Sparkle (the pony, not the human), gazed through the mirror portal. iot had been a while since she had lest went therough it to fight the dazzlings. She wonderred what her human friend s were doing, though not quite enough to go through it. She wondered if there was perhaps andother of her on the other side. She wondered what the other Twilight was like. Obvioudly, she wouldn't be an alicorn. Would she be just as nerdy? Would she be a prep or a goth? Would she be a good person?

As soon as she thought that, Twilight realized that the answer to the last one was really actually quite simeple: "Probably not". Twilight used her magic to pull a curtain over the [portal, and left the room, rejoining her friends who had been waiting for her outside of the poirtal room. They all went to rarity's'; rarity had prepared a new set of outfits for them to try; they were part of some strange gothy line she called "Ponymania".

Chapetr 3; Twilight's Plan

Twilight kenw that her plan had to be strealthy t suceed. She had to saboutage the friendship Games at all costs. Those preprs couldn't be allowed to win this gamke yet again. Canterlot High School was a goth school on the other sidfe of thoen, but it always losts to Crystal Prerp,
probably because the preps actually got a propee aeducation. Da Gofh ASchool, as ashe called it, was da best school (or at least that's what twilight thought, because she was a goth) and didn't dersreve to loose to a lamp prerp schools every single year. Her plan was to sneakily saboutage all of the preps equipment so that it would kill them except for jet set (AN: Not ythe Jest Set form the Sage Painting game) b/c she liked him now and he might nopt actually be aprorp after all. Sadly, fleru waswn't going to compete sho shw would survive the friendhsip games. Twiiligh ate breakfasdt (le goth ceareal, death pebbles) and weeent to schop. She was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday because she didn't feel like she dneedded to change her outfit today. The glasses really maed it.

At the bus, the bus, TWEILIGHT ran into Fleyr and Hey Sey. Fleir was juist as antagonixtic as alwayas. "GTFGO, u faking bithc," Twiliught saidd dramaiticatlly and gothily and sassily. She didn;t respond like normal and just loioked at her feet. He blushed. Jet Ste said "Stpon] picking on her, plesse. She doesn't wnet to fight you anymore and j.ust want to be frends and wants you to join the friendsgip ganes", he said brutishly and sassily and seductively. Twilight tdtdintn care, like at all. "No, dhe is still a fucking perpe and an bitch!" Hhsyet bSet looked at her disappointedly and pretty britishyly. Ouch/ Her rriondhiop was going terrib,y .eelwt. "Anywyay I'm not a prep anymore. Hawt Topic showed me that there's more to life than being a prep."
"So you're a goyh/?:"
"No, I'm not a goth. I'M A CONNUNIST." Fleur wase all frenchily ans sassily and impotrantly (AN: BRITANY FRENCS IS TEH LANGAGE OF CVOMMUNISMS!!!")
Twilight was le scared.
Brittany just shrugged and walked away with HEY SEY. She was totally stealing twiightes BOyfried. (An thast what u get brintANNY!!)

Author's Note

i wrote thid with one hand and uside down, so plsese pitty me guise.

Also. fuck you brittany from school. Communisms not cool.

chapter the third: the nineleven war

she remembered everything.

"i have three wolves in my soul;" except hius soul was the wolves because hs soil no longer existed.
he chagred in. sounds of guns blazing all around him. I'm ready, he said trumphantly.
The nine 11 war had raged on for gthe past six hours, (thanks obama XD ) thanks to osama bin trottin'. After the quiet came the silence. Dust fell. Windows rusted. The air caught fire- the nineleven was happening. After piloting too nukes into the world trot center, obama bin trottin' lagued evilly. "ha ha ha," he said. Sinning armoire raised his knife and fired two grenades into the rusted windows, making them explode and also catch fire, burningly bright and hot. Like Him. ( hes so hot... uwu)this scared oobma. Sinning armoire was wearing wearing a grey and black jean vest covered in flames. he had six bandoliers filled to the brim with razor blades. He had tattoos of the american flag, gothily printed onto his hair. i've been "waiting" for you. oobma destroyer of words proclaimed. "no your've not. i just walked in," said sad armoire."
he fired two shots. they bounced off and hit each other in his eyes. copious blood flowed from the gaping wounds, coating the floor with a crimson tide of sin. in the aftermath, all was peaceful. it was over. amore had won, at what cost. he had fallen as well, leaving his sword impaled within his own chest for Perfect Cuddle to find years later. He had become a national hero, and would later have his face carved

into mount rushmoar. (XD see what i did)
twilight woke up from her future trance. her wife was beside her. "whast wrog honie! wake up from yuor asleep" he sad as shaking her waifu. Perfect cuddle was a curvy & thick scandanavian woman. she had quadruple big sized titie, hanging from from her chest like oiled melons. her beautiful raven black hair with blomde roost hung from her. She was wearing gold black longeray with pink purple lace and high heels like a striper (BUT SHE WASNT U SICKO). she was a teacher at crystal prep, in her 40s. (AN: SO WGAT UF TWILITG LIKES MILFS YOU CANT TELL HER WAT TO DO!!!!!!!!)
"Just a flashback....." said twilite sprinkle. "stay in bed witf me honie... ill make the pain go away..." saidn cuddle as her fingers traced wilight's inner thigh. "babe..,. you know we cant do this. your a teacher." and your wife,s aid prefect cuddel. "i geuss its okay...." said nightlight, giving her body to her lover. The crevice opened. Cuddle stretched her fingers inside, scraping. Distant trumpet song. Solid emotion. Limpid love rolled down twilight's legs like rain or fresh tears. her whole body screamed in unison. coddle pushed back. again. again. again. only Cuddle could make her feel like a true goth and get her closer to god. Metallic flashes, glimmeringly crosses her line of sight. A perfect summer, only for seven minutes of heaven to be postponed until another spring anew. The feeling of plant life growingly spiralling upwards towards the sun. She was coming.

And then they had sex

letter that morning, twilite aired for her day. (it wuz like preparing, but without the prep XD ) she put on her new clothed from hot topic. that she bought with jet seth. She put them on, letting her sister Perfect Cuddle drive her to the school they both went to. it was an important day.

chaper 6th: THE COMMUNISN

Author's Note

AN: Btirany, if yer reading this, know that I'm wathcning your every move.
Aslo, I'm trying some things with the fotrnatting, t make it mote likr a reasl book.

chaper 6th: THE COMMUNISN

So, like whan Twilight was at school, she ahd classes. First up was Economics. Fleur's favorite class noe that she was a ommunist. She liekd to argeu with the professuer about what system of economics whas better. ecayde she didn't see the flaws with the commusins. And it was happening again.

"Even if commusim isn't perfect, it's still better than what we have. As the ;ate Carl Marks said, "The course of true love never did run smooth."" SAID fleure, incredibly sassily and frechily and comumistily.

Twilighted injectrd: "No it's not."

The professer was moderately annoyed by thesd two but she had learned a long time ago that the best way to deal wit these two was to just let tem fight.

Fleur was all annotated by what twilight said: "How scan you even say that?!! You didn't even hav a soerc!" Fluer took out her weapon of choice, a pocketknife with a sniper rifle's scope under the second blade. It was also a fuctioning sniper rifle. She shor the bullets at Twilight, who deflected them with her gun. FUER responded to that by shooting the second blade at twilight. It would have hit her and killed her, except that jet set jumped in front of the blade at the last minit. Twilight was ass. She was thakful for his sacrifice, but it was still a vbasd thing that he got shor.

"Twilight... fleur isn't evel. don't hate her for this. in fact, don't hate her at all. also, remember, I love you..." Jets Set said with his dieig bret, just as britishiliy and sexily as always. twas a bitt beter for twilght whaen he said that. Fleure was frekking out.She didn't mean to kil one of her freiends, or anone. Not even towilight did she even realy want truely ded. It was emotional.

Flereu and Twilight jsut started crying simultaneously. The treacher set Jet Set's body on fire and started to give him a funeral. It was sad.