Author's Note

Because why not have some Character development that may or may not actually stick?

Aria’s Still a Mess (After-Events to the Maud Arc)

A car pulls up to the Anonymous residence, a red corvette blaring muffled music behind sealed windows. The back door opens and out flops Aria, reeking of bad decisions and currently ‘seeing-triple’ levels of shit-faced. "Auugh... H-hello floor... I'm... Hurp-!" Aria’s stomach tried making an emergency evacuation of its passengers, but she wasn’t having it. She swallowed the bitter vomit back down and gasped out. "Gah!... 'pant'... Oh god, my brain’s swimming so hard right now..."

"Hey, you sure you don't need help, Aria!?" A guys voice asked, trying to overpower the loud rap music. "You don't look so good, just sayin'!"

"I'm fiiiiine!" She shakily got to her knees, then began crawling to the door to prove her point. "J-just gotta... Ohh, so dizzy..." She grabbed onto a nearby bike rack for leverage. "Go on home Emblem!... Pretty sure I'll be fine!" After a moment, the car door slammed shut and the expensive car sped away. Now Aria was alone with her helpful bike rack, crickets and other insects playing the melody of the night along with passing cars for additional background noise. “Okay girl... J-just...” Aria steadied herself, waiting for the world to stop spinning. “Ooooh... Bloody Christ." So far no progress, in fact it seems like it’s getting progressively worse the longer she stands. "Oh god... Ohhh, that's the last time I cross-fade before getting home." With the steadiness of a one-legged kangaroo, Aria stumbled her way (hopefully) toward her door. Her vision wasn't in the best condition right now but she could make out a '13' on the door... Yeah, she was pretty sure that ‘hotel number 133131’ didn’t actually exist... Or was it 3313311?

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Her vision wasn’t getting any better with the spinning numbers so she just decided to try her luck. “Fuhk, where’s my... M-my key.” She checked her pockets the best she could manage, nothing in those. Next she unbuttoned her pants, dropped them then and there. “M-maybe I... I put it in here?” Then, in front of god and everybody, she stuck her hand down her heavily-stained panties. "O-Oooh~!” She jumped in shock, her legs shivering a bit as she struggled to keep herself from collapsing. “Fucking c-cold.” Her face and tongue contorted as she dug around, not in pleasure but in ‘where the hell are you, you little bastard’ or something of the like. “Come on... Stupid thing.” She bend down a bit to get a few more inches in her ‘secret pocket’. “Ugh, fucking d-dammit.” She pulled her hand out and flicked the sticky liquid off her fingers. “C’mon Aria, think..." She head-butted the do- “AH!”

’Thunk!’

“... Ow.” Turns out the door was never locked in the first place, or completely closed for that matter. Smooth, Aria. “Fucking...” For her stupidity she was awarded with a nice crack to her face, courdesy of the floor. “Ah... K-kinda felt that." Which means that's gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning, a very nice bonus to the... Oh yeah, sirens don't get hung-over...

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But then again, she did drink a lot of alcohol... Like, a lot, even by her own standards. Hell, if not for that siren liver or magic or whatever she'd probably be dead right now.

“... Why am I still on the floor?" She slowly rose to her knees once again, noticing her vision was at least somewhat more stable. Maybe that conk on the head was just what she needed. "Alright... Alright, Aria." She pushed off of her hands, trying very hard to keep her balance so she could maybe stand up-right. "Steady, girl... Don't move too much..." Once she found her equilibrium she moved onto one knee, so far so-Wait, FUCK!

'Thump!'

"... Oww." She definitely felt it that time. “Agh... Stupid...” She settled for the safer route and just laid there like a sick dog. She just wasn’t sober enough to go on two legs. Her brain felt like it was swimming in her head right now and the smallest move made all that water swish and... Ohh, she felt sea-sick just thinking about it. "Ughhh... Aaaanoooon!" She moaned out in frustration. "Come help meee!"

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Not even a reprimanding insult? "Anooon!" After several moments of silence she gave up. "Where is that jack-off..." She rolled her head to the side to get a look at her surroundings. The floor was littered with empty take-out bags and beer bottles, which was very unusual considering Anon likes his house clean.

.......

“Wait...” Slowly, but surely, her memory was coming back to her.

“.......”

Anytime now...

“..... Oh yeaaah!” There we go. “Yeah, yeah... Anon’s still at the hospital.” Gold fucking star, Blaze. Anonymous has been held in legal custody by the closest hospital since he was delivered there a few weeks ago. Aria couldn’t remember the details of his injuries but she was fairly certain she remembered the number ‘3’ being involved with his foot and something about his shin and shoulder-joint... Well, whatever it was, it apparently made him unfit to work. So Aria’s been surviving on her own ever since... Emphasis on ‘Surviving’, I should mention.

So yeah, probably explains why the house was a total wreck...

And the smell... Ugh...

Aria slowly crawled her way toward the couch, which had her blanket and pillows laid out. The items were stained with everything from alcohol to body fluids, so much so that the scents were powerful enough to be distinguishable from each other. Right now her room was dubbed a 'red-zone' which basically meant it was too trashed to be considered habitable. Thus, she moved into the living room maybe... Two days ago? Right now the living room was a 'yellow-zone', infected but still livable for the time being. The kitchen was showing symptoms of going yellow but for now it was a 'green-zone'. Pretty self-explanatory what green was, right? Same goes for the bathroom minus the shower, that was strictly quarantined after what happened four or five days ago...

As of now, the only pure green-zone was Anon's room, which strictly serves as a last-resort bunker if Anonymous' recovery takes that long (and because Anon would skin her alive if she fucking destroyed his room). After that, she may need to phone in Pinkie for temporary refuge...

So, you fine fillies and gents may be wondering to yourselves, 'What the hell happened!?', right? Well if you may refer to the title of the chapter, Anon had sustained many injuries along with Maud pie during that little 'Blockbuster Fiasco' a few weeks ago. So many, in fact, that it was nothing short of a miracle that the two had survived even a day outside of the wreck. With Anonymous unable to watch the trouble-maker he was given no choice but to... Trust that she could live on her own for a while. He armed her with his wallet and a serious, very thorough explanation of all the things she was not allowed to do but would probably do anyway, then sent her off with what little confidence he had toward her.

Yeah, needless to say she wasn’t too confident herself. She was surviving, if you’d call it that. Still breathing, not mortally wounded or ill, somewhat sound roof over her head... She hoped and prayed Anon would make a full recovery soon, she was so miserable without his care and she didn't wanna resort to... Moving in with Pinkie until he recovers.

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The girl was fun, don't get her wrong! It's just that Pinkie was extremely random and undeniably bipolar. Car theft, cop chases, random bursts of arousal... Aria could only take so much at a time, you know? Hell, she half-expected that her sister's stoicism was a defense mechanism! Either that or the pink gremlin stole all her other half's emotions in the womb...

The sad part was Aria honestly wouldn't doubt either as true considering the pink maniac she was referring to... Kinda made her feel sorry for Maud, having to deal with such an irresponsible girl on a daily basis... Not like she could relate though, Aria wasn’t a burden on anybody, as far as she knew...

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So yeah... Pinkie is a last-last-resort if need be. With that thoroughly established let’s continue with the misery of our favorite siren, hm?

Aria slipped off her shirt and-... Oh yeah, her pants were outside... Anyway! She undid her twin-tails and crawled into the sheets, the warmth of the crusty covers putting her in a much needed veil of warmth. “Mmm~... Sooo nice...” She felt as calm and content as a nursing mother, shivering lightly as a tingling warmth ran up her spine... The scent, as horrid and rancid as it was, had lulled her mind into a state of tranquility. Smelled almost exactly like her room did, being only a tad more powerful than normal... The smell just... It made her feel protected, she felt truly at home here. It made her body feel light, warm, loved... And the slightest bit horny.

Yes, even in this pit of despair Aria could still find enjoyment in playing with the human body. She started playing with herself, fondling her breast while her fingers traced her clit. “Mm~... Just a... A quick one.” She reached under her pillow, deep within the crack of the couch cushions to pull out a slim, grey vibrating dildo. She threw off the covers (they were soiled enough and she knew it) and pulled her panties down. Her purple pussy was dripping and twitching a bit, nothing soaking but still a nice start. “Take my mind off...” She licked her lips and sucked on the toy, gagging it while she worked her fingers on her nub. ”Nnngh~!” She made sure to get it nice and coated for where it was gonna go, living it up with her tongue and throat while she pulled and rubbed her clit to get herself worked up. After maybe a minute she pulled it out, then spread her legs out to get more room to stick it inside. She dragged the plastic dick over her lips, caking it in another layer of lube. Then, she lined it up with her butthole...

Yep, it was all thanks to Pinkie that Aria discovered how fun her ass was. She never played with it back then, she knew humans often did it but the prospect of sticking something in there never interested her. Poop comes out of there after all, and Aria wasn’t a big fan of Scat. But ever since that car ride with Pinkie... She’s been pretty addicted.

She pressed the tip into her asshole, feeling the usual resistance. “Gh!... Fuckin’ tight.” She twisted and squirmed the tip enough to get it in, splitting pain shooting throughout her body and making her toes curl. “Mmh... Fucking stings.” She slowly pushed deeper, the pain fading somewhat and being replaced with an odd feeling of satisfaction... She could never really describe the feeling. It wasn’t exactly ‘pleasure’ since the butthole didn’t really have any pleasurable nerves in it, but it was strange enough for her to want more of it. “Ah... Mm~, fuck.” She got it as deep as it would go and then some, nearly taking the entire toy into her asshole. She turned the dial on the bottom of the device and- “Ah-Aaah~!” The toy rumbled to life, causing Aria to thrust her hips a bit from the sudden weird feeling. “God, yes~!” Her pussy was gaping slightly and visibly writhing for something to milk. “Y-yes... Haaah, yesss~!” Juices were leaking madly, she squeezed her titties without remorse as her stink was tickled by her beloved toy. “So good!... Fff-Fuhk~!” She hadn’t laid a finger on her pussy the entire ordeal, and it was driving her bloody crazy. Her hole squeezed and dripped against the empty space, clit fully erect and desperate for attention... But no, Aria would restrain. She wanted to cum from this alone, the anticipation made her feel so hot and desperate. “Aah~! Fuck me, fuck me please~!” She weakly humped the air, pinching and teasing her breasts as she tried to make herself cum. “Yeah, yeah, mmm fuck me, fuck me baby~!” She was dripping down to her asshole now, and her nipples were so fucking hard. God how she loved the human body sometimes~... “Ah~! Oh fuck me! Fuck me, daddy~!” Her hands jumped straight for the dildo, weakly thrusting it to further stimulate herself. “Nngh, yesss~!” Her toes curled with the new feeling and- “Gh-!...” Oooh, that’s a fucking sweet spot she just hit. ”Gaah, FUCK!” She clenched her teeth and left eye, the other eye rolling up into her head. She hit that spot over and over, a bit of drool escaping from her clenched teeth. “Please~! Don’t stop, don’t stop~!” Her stomach flexed against her, legs folded back and spread as far as they could physically go. “R-right there~!” She moaned, squeezing her breast. “Touch me more, daddy! Pinch and squeeze my tits~!” Pinch and squeeze her tits she certainly did, the soft flesh molding between her fingers with the hard nipple rubbing against her palm. “O-Oh fuck... Oh fuck~!” A familiar building tingle made her quiver. “Yes... Y-yes... Yes~!” She could feel the room spinning more and more, and not just from the booze in her blood. She held the arm-rest behind her and prepared herself. “F-fuck... Fuck!" She imagined a dick thrusting in and out of her, which really got her going. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, ffff-... ‘Squeak~!’” She imagined the cock relentlessly fucking her, then slowing down to a crawl. Her vibrator slowed in sync, grinding against that sensitive little spot that she loved. “C-... Cum inside me.” She whimpered, completely immersed in her fantasy. “Please... I want it so bad~!” She imagined the cock in her pussy twitching briefly, then splashing her cervix with hot cum. She instinctively clenched and fooled herself into thinking she was being impregnated, imagining the embracing warmth flood her pussy and... “I-I’m... NNGH!” With a sudden thrust of her hips her little pussy shot a thin stream of juices straight into the air, soaking herself and the couch in her hot fluid. “Ack-!... ’G-GASP!’” After that, a wave of electricity centered at her pussy surged outward throughout her body, causing her to violently shudder and squirm adorably as she rode out an especially hard orgasm. ”Ohohooo my god!” Her pussy was convulsing madly with occasional squirts, restlessly milking the empty air for the semen Aria pictured in her head. The image of her cum-splattered cervix and creamed womb made the orgasm so much more intense. ”Ahh~! Ah! Ohh fuck I’m cumming s-so hard... NNNGH~!” She held onto the couch for dear bloody life, her asshole being pushed to its limits by the toy lodged inside...

The shaking ended eventually, though metaphorical electricity still rocked her hips and pussy into occasional spasms. When she regained her mind from the clutches of orgasm she discovered the vibrator was dead. She hadn't even noticed due to her numbed senses... Not that she really cared anyhow, her mind was still on cloud-nine. “Ah... Ahh~... Mmm..." The vibrator slowly slipped out on its own, rolling off the couch and clacking onto the floor. Aria rubbed her pussy to make the descent back to Earth slow and soft. "Fuck... That was so... Mm! So fucking good.” She didn’t know what it was with her asshole that made it so sensitive but she didn’t really care. If anything she was ashamed of herself for never trying this in the first place! Her orgasms were just sooo much hotter and harder when her butt was involved! But... There were also drawbacks.

Aria had finally fallen from her moment of heaven, and after a good few moments laying idle she started to notice changes... Ugh, she could smell it already, that rancid scent of her cunt in the air. “God it fucking reeks...” Anal was fucking fantastic, but the messes they produced weren't. Anal makes her cum hard, which makes her squirt hard, and vaginal juices do not smell like roses. Starting to get the big picture?... Yeah, and it didn’t help that she hit herself with it as well, now she’d have to shower in... the...

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The shower... Which was a Red Zone... “Fuck...” Yeah, this was pretty poorly planned, she wouldn’t lie. Oh well, could always be worse. She could’ve accidentally made a Mud-Monkey pulling out that...

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“Uh-oh.” Aria couldn't clench her asshole... She gulped. “Please, no...” She hesitantly leaned up and- “Aww! Fucking Christ!” Spoke too soon... “Mother-... Ugh, it's fucking everywhere!” Yep, Aria made a Sloppy-Joe right on the center couch cushion, and boy was it runny. The anal must’ve turned the brownie into hot-fudge if ya catch what I’m throwing... Yeah, it’s fine, I wouldn’t wanna catch that hint either. “Fucking-... Fuck.” She rolled off the couch, crawling away from the mess as fast as her half-drunken body would allow. She was making good time until her butthole started to itch.

.......

“Whyyy!” She pathetically groaned, halfway toward the kitchen with an itch she couldn’t scratch. “Goddammit, why does this crap happen at the worst times!?” She eventually lost the strength in her limbs and collapsed; the alcohol, unbearable itch, and exhaustion of her orgasms doing her body in. She weakly reached for the blanket that was thrown onto the floor earlier and just covered herself, the warmth of her blanket providing some comfort from the cold and the crushing realization of just how dependent she was of her roommate. But, that comforting warmth couldn’t scratch that itch between her cheeks... She felt that there was some kind of symbolism to this, like some kind of sick irony or sappy poetry-thing or something at play...

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You know, Aria never really noticed before, but hitting rock-bottom half-sober really stung...

Was this what she was reduced to?... The once mighty Siren, one of the only few left of her kind, reduced to a... A drunkard? An indecent, zero-standards whore of a once mighty and proud race?

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“D-Dagi...” Aria felt the tears start to trickle. “You were right about me...” She heard her voice echo in her head.

’The both of you are so incompetent!’

’Useless! Immature! Peanut-Brained Monkeys!’

Aria visibly flinched at the voice. “N-no...” She felt an overwealming cold freeze her to the very bone, the room literally oozing and melting away into a thick, black tar. “Not again...” She clenched her eyes shut, but no matter how tightly she closed that image still haunted her. The sight of the ooze gathering into a thick clot and... Changing, molding into...

“N-no...” Aria was utterly paralyzed. “No... No, no, no, no, NO!” She wanted to run but found nowhere to go, she wanted to escape but saw no place to hide. The tar had finished molding itself, forming a humanoid shape with glowing white eyes...

This... This thing was mostly bland, no hair or defining features or anything like that. Yet Aria knew it all too well... “Your hopeless...” This demon that whispered these degrading things from everywhere and nowhere... It was her self-doubt. “You’re nothing but a burden...” It was... A nightmare. “You wallow in your restless lust and bodily waste... You’re just an ugly little pig with a bad temper...”

“Shut-up!” Aria demanded, her voice weak and frail.

“Shameless failure...”

“I said SHUT-UP!”

“You’re undeserving of our blood...” The voice started to change, from a foreign whisper to... Her voice... “You deserve to be a human...” That voice... It just made Aria’s blood boil simply hearing it aloud. “You don’t deserve to be a Siren after that pathetic display...”

“Sh-Shut-up...” Aria was openly crying now in a mix of blind fury and self pity, with the figure walking closer and closer to her helpless form, hushed whispers tormenting her to tears all the while. “Stop... T-talking!” She angrly sobbed, until... She felt something inside her finally snap. “You..." Her voice was growing powerful. "You..." Her anger peaked, and with clenched teeth she finally screamed. "YOU AREN’T ANY BETTER THAN ME, ADAGIO!” The figure halted... “I DON’T CARE ANYMORE! I JUST DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT EQUESTRIA!!!”

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“I... I don’t need you anymore, Adagio." Aria bellowed. "I’m done dealing with your bullshit, both of you!” Aria felt herself grow, becoming stronger and stronger as her anger boiled. “I’m fucking done being bossed around by a bitch-faced Barbie-doll reject, and I’m fucking DONE with Taco-Brain and her annoying fucking... E-everything!” Aria slowly stood up and faced this demon, eyes clenched shut in absolute fury! “If you’re so high and fucking mighty Adagio, why don’t you and the Ditz go find Pony-Land by your GODDAMN SELVES!? BECAUSE I’M DONE WITH THIS WHOLE FUCKING MESS OF A-... Of a...”

.......

These words... She remembers these words. “Wait...” Aria opened her eyes, now noticing a drastic change in scenery... She was in a back-alley, wearing an ugly green hoodie. What stood in front of her was Adagio, wearing a similar hoodie with an expression of utter... Shock. "I-I..."

’clatter-clatter...’

Ruby-red shards fell from her eldest sister’s hand. Aria instantly recognized them, that unmistakable blood-red hue, the light scent of the ocean...

The light presence of negative emotions from the gentle glow...

This was the night again, that fateful night when...

“If... If that’s how you really feel...” Adagio turned to leave, revealing a frightened Sonata who was hiding behind her big sister. “We’re leaving Sonata... This traitor has made her decision perfectly clear.” The poor thing... She looked so hurt, like she’d just burst into tears if you even looked at her the wrong way. ”Now!” She jumped with a light squeak, and... Hesitantly turned with a slumped head...

But not before saying one last thing.

“Y-You’re... You’re the worst, Aria.” Then she followed Adagio out of the alley.

“I... N-no...” Aria reached out, but as soon as contact was made with her light-blue sister the entire scene vanished into dust. “D-don’t...” Now she was alone, once again. “Please... I’m sorry.”

“Those were really your words, huh?” A voice whispered, the black figure stepping out from behind her. Aria remained silent, looking down at her hands... The figure placed a hand on her shoulder, it’s black skin revealed to be... Purple. “Why did you say such things?... Do you not care about your own blood?”

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“I...” Aria began to tear up. “I never-... I didn’t mean all those things.” Aria whimpered, wiping her eyes of the tears. “She just... She just kept saying those nasty things, and I just...”

“You were done...” The demon finished. “All hope was lost that night... Your ability to feed off of negative energy was destroyed, as were your Siren powers of hypnosis and seduction.” It continued, stepping forward to reveal it’s true face... Was none other than Aria herself. “Once whole, we are now separated by magical influence...”

“... Why the hell do you always tell me this?” Aria asked in annoyance. “Why the hell do you torment me? Why the hell do you even exist!?” There was a tense silence... “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

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“Aria...” The being spoke. “You know very well why I continue to torment you.” She reminded, an evil glint in her eyes... “I’m what’s left of your former self... I’m the tiny, tiny hint of Siren spirit that lays trapped in a filthy, disgusting human form that you call your ‘new’ self.” The shadowy veil fell over the Aria, molding and shaping her into something much, much more frightening... She towered over the human, taking the glorious form of a true Siren seductress. “I enjoy seeing you suffer... I enjoy seeing everyone suffer!” She exclaimed. “I am a Siren after all, the negativity of others is what fuels me, what fuels us!... And you enjoy it just as much as I...” Aria said nothing, ignoring the intimidating Siren completely. “Hmph... As stubborn a Siren as ever, even when you’ve fallen so despicably low.” Aria continued to ignore, choosing to instead stare at the black abyss that made up the floor. “You know, there’s always more than one way to skin a pony...” Siren Aria started again. “I bet if you really looked hard enough, we might be able to find a way back-“

“I already said it before you stupid cunt.” Interrupted, and taken aback by the insult, the Siren simply stared... “I don’t care about that place anymore.”

“LIES!” The Siren hissed. “You lie to yourself, you’re always lying to yourself! We both know you miss your home dearly!”

“It’s not fucking worth it anymore...” Aria grumbled. “And neither are you.” She stood up, facing this demon head-on. “And you know what?... I’m glad you’re fucking gone.”

“LIES, LIES, LIES!”

“I don’t fucking need you, or Adagio, or Equestria in my life... Not anymore!” The Siren, once mighty and proud, now knelt down powerless to the former Siren. “All I need are my friends to feel complete... And my favorite roommate to make this warped hell of Equestria enjoyable.”

The Siren had literally shrunk in power, now barely reaching Aria’s chest in height. “You... C-can’t avoid me forever, Aria...” The weakened Siren threatened. “One day... When the world is new, and everyone you love is dead in a withered grave... Heheheee...” The Siren laughed breathlessly... “I... I wonder what... He would think...” Aria flinched, glaring at the Siren. “He will find out... One day, he will find-“

”WAKE UP!”

A vicious light flooded the void, the Siren screeched in pain as she was ripped from the nightmare and pulled into the darkness below, her voice fading as she fell deeper and deeper into the abyss...

’Smack! Smack!’

“OW, FUCK!” Aria screamed. “God-... Oww!” Her cheeks felt pained, tingling against her jaw in red, uncomfortable-

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY HOUSE!?!”

Oh, Anon was finally back... Or maybe the Land-Lady, honestly they both sounded so similar sometimes. But whoever it was, how fucking rude of them to slap her awake.

“ARIA YOU LITERALLY SHIT ALL OVER MY GODDAMN COUCH!!!”

Hmm... Yep, definitely Anon. His anger had a bit less kick compared to the Land-Lady's, but-... Wait, why was he in a wheelchair?

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"(Oh yeah, the hospital thing...)" Aria sat up, still half-asleep and without anything covering her but the panties clinging pathetically to her left ankle. "Hey Roomie..." Aria jerked her head left, a loud pop causing her face to contort briefly. "Gah... One sec." Jerk to the right, another pop from her neck. "There we go..." She sniffled briefly, then plugged her left nostril while blowing air out the other, a snot-rocket flying out at high speeds and splatter on the floor. "So whatcha bitching about today, mother-dearest?" Aria sassed, cleaning out her ear lazily.

Anonymous was, for a lack of better words, unimpressed with her behavior. But, a small part of him saw this attitude coming, as sad as that may sound. “I expected a burning goddamn building in all honesty, but this...!?" He motioned behind her, toward the couch covered in stains with flies buzzing all around it. "This is a fucking new level of low, even for you.” He nagged on, Aria already losing her already short attention-span. “Jesus in bloody hell, I would’ve preferred you burned the damn house down! Now I gotta get a new bloody car AND a couch!”

“Hah! You haven’t seen the bathroom yet, have you?” Aria couldn’t have chosen a worse sentence to say in that moment in time. "You want bad, go check that mess out. I've been burying my shit in the backyard ever since that spawn of filth was created!"

Anon just... He just shook his head, slumping into the seat of the wheelchair.

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“Sooo... Who’s gonna clean up?” Aria asked, her Roommate responded with one of the most intense ‘ask me that again and I’ll bash your goddamn brains out’ glares she’d ever seen. “So uh... Me?”

"... Yes, you." The fucking resolve of a Buddhist Monk, fillies and gents. He turned his chair around, and rolled out the door. “I’m going to stay at my parents house to recover fully, and when I get back..." Finger at the Couch, shit-stained and heavily defiled by cunt-water. "That couch, along with every fucking mess you’ve made these past two weeks; better be cleaned, burned, or thrown-out before I get back.” He glanced back at her briefly. “Or else you’ll be living outside, on a leash, from now on.” Jesus Christ, Anon was furious, even Aria was starting to straighten up from feeling its intensity! “Are. We. Clear?”

Aria nodded, standing at attention like a good soldier, even going as far as to give a proper salute.

“Hm...” He wheeled himself out, where he waved down an unfamiliar car, likely his parent’s car. “Spotless, Aria!” He yelled one last time. “Don’t let me down, or you can kiss your bed goodbye!” With the help of his folks they drove away, and Aria was alone once again...

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“Sigh... Better get the gas keg.” She looked toward the bathroom with a shudder. “Got a lot of burning to do...” She looked down at the floor briefly... More than briefly... "One day..." She whispered, lost in thought. But shortly after she shook her head. "But not today." With a firm nod she found her shirt and tied it over her mouth and nose like a bandana. "Alright Blaze, no more complaining. You're thousands of years old... So it's time to act like it and take some responsibility for once." Pep-talk complete, she made her way to the closet to prepare for all-out germ genocide. She will purge the filth with oxyclean and gasoline, and it will be awesome...

(Author's Notes 2: Electric Boogaloo)

Welp, alls well that ends well! Aria’s still the same disaster we all know and love and a little bit of her past was revealed! Will she legitimately clean the house and commit mass Germ-Armageddon? Honestly it's a coin-flip's chance, but either way Anon would come to forgive because he's the universe's biggest pussy. Hugs and kisses all around, a pan of Chick Nuggies for her hard work, and a new rule that strictly states Aria is to never be left alone in the house for any longer than a week.

I’d call that a good chapter, yeah?... Yeah...