Aria was bored...

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Like, really bored...

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You’re probably wondering why she’s so bored, right?... Well, to start with it’s been pissing rain all week. Nothing big like a storm, but it was still wet enough to make going out and having fun a pain in the ass. She also lost the remote to the TV and couldn’t be bothered to turn it on using the ancient methods of using the buttons, so all she could do was just slouch on Anon’s recliner and stare at a black screen all day

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So yeah, there’s a few good reasons.

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“Booored...” Aria was legit close to putting a fucking bullet in her skull right now. “Bloody booored!” She absolutely loathed being stuck with nothing to do. She was a free bird! Being caged up like this was driving her bloody mad!... Or at least into mild irritation. But regardless, she was seriously getting more pissed off with each passing minute. “Ugh... So friggin’ boooored... Nothiiiing to dooo!” She sang out in misery, doubling as a weak attempt at getting herself pumped-up. “Wanna get uuuup! Wanna go ooout! Maybe suck some diiick!...” Then her little elegy fell flat like a slashed tire. “Christ, I’m not even in the mood to get my cunt pounded...” Now that’s saying something! “Just one of those days, I guess...” Her breathless quote was followed shortly after by the low rumble of thunder outside. “Siiigh... One of those days.”

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“Tch, my fine ass it is!” Aria planted her hands on the arms of the chair and pushed off to her feet in one swift vault. “Boredom can kiss those bootylicious cheeks while it’s at it! Aria doesn’t give-up so easily!” So, with a new fire flaring in her belly, she deciding to wander the house for something to do before she fucking killed herself. “Now, gotta be something to do in this damn house...” Luckily though, it didn’t take very long for a light-bulb to flicker above her head. “Hmm... Wonder if that faggot’s got something in his room to mess with.” So, completely ignoring his privacy while he was at work, Aria barged into Anon’s room and announced. ”Honey, I’m hooome~!” ...Of course, silence answered her back. Not like she fucking cared, anyway. “Miss me, honey?” The empty bed answered again with it’s unbroken, soulless silence. “Giggle~! I missed you too, Shnookums!” Aria suddenly paused and... Felt weird. “Oh... I... ’gargled burp!’” Her throat suddenly became inflamed as she regurgitated some kind of liquid, then broke into a nasty coughing fit while holding her throat. “Fu-cough! hack! Oh god I-’cough! cough!’ I think I coughed up acid!” She pounded her chest a few times and wiped the water from her eyes, throat still burning like a lit cigarette was in her goddamn trachea. “Fucking-’Cough! Hack’! Fucking burns!” The inflammation in her throat had slowly went cold given a few good minutes of suffering. The coughing had also died along with it much to her relief. “Jesus... The hell just-“ She glanced at her arm where she covered-up her coughing, noticing specks of... Is that blood!? “Oh... Holy fuck.” Well... If one thing was certain, she was never talking like that again.

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Great, now she lost her train of thought. “(Fuck, what was I... Oh yeah, Anon’s stuff!)” First and foremost, she jumped into Anon’s bed face first. The plushness of his sheets, the way his mattress molded to her body, the lack of crustiness and a god-awful stench... Aria couldn’t help but feel envious at this level of comfort, jealous even! “God his bed’s so much better than mine.” She wallowed in the clean sheets for a bit without a care, then ripped a loud, unfeminine fart with an immature snort of laughter shortly after. “A little present for being a selfish fuck... Dunno why you get the comfy bed.” Aria flipped over and stared up at the ceiling, watching the little string from his ceiling fan. “Hm... Maybe I should wash my sheets more.” The pangs of boredom we’re starting to surface, she had to act fast! “Gotta be something... Hm?” Aria noticed a book sitting on his nightstand directly left of the bed, next to it was a picture of Anon with... “Is that a fucking cowboy?” She rolled over to get a closer look. Lo and behold, Aria’s eyes weren’t fucking with her. “Huh... It is a cowboy.” Weird... But she quickly grew bored and snagged the book rather than ponder the picture’s existence. “Wonder what he reads.” The cover had a weird, grey humanoid with what looked like a panther next to it. “Legend of... Drizzt?” She set the book back and laid back down with half-lidded eyes. “Fucking nerd.” She resorted to staring back up at the ceiling until another bright idea eventually surfaced. “Hm... Wonder if I could try cooking.” Well, as good an idea as any, right?... Yeah, probably. So with her mind made-up, Aria rolled off the bed and-... Noticed another string hanging from the ceiling.

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She stared up at it like a kitten stalking foxtail weed, eyes filled with curiosity and temptation. It was left of the ceiling fan, dangling on a weird piece of frame that seemed separate from the rest of the ceiling...

She had to pull it, every single fiber of her being begged her to pull the string.

She reached up as high as her body would allow, standing on the balls of her feet just to get that extra height in. “Ngh! Nnngh!... Dammit.” Seems she was still too short to reach it... From the floor, at least. “Maybe...” She stood up on the bed and reached over for it. “Easy now...” The bed’s plush material made finding her center of balance a bit difficult, but that certainly wouldn’t stop her! “Almost... Got it!” A sudden shift of balance and she was suddenly on one of the world’s thinnest tight-ropes. The string in her grasp gave in under the added weight and the panel it was attached to flipped open, knocking her off of what little balance she was relying on. “Shit, shit, SHI-!”

’Slam!’

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“Ow...” Landed tits-first on the floor, pain running through her body like a bad sunburn. Luckily though she managed to turn her head during the fall and avoid breaking any-

’creeeak...’

“Wha-“

’fwip-THUNK!’

“OWW!” A piece of... Something flipped open and smacked her in the side of the head. “Fucking WHORE!... Augh!” She held her ear in pain, feeling a bump just above her temple and a monster of a migraine surge through her brain. “Ahh... Fucking god in... Ugh!” Once the pain started to weaken to bearable levels she slowly turned to her side, noticing a latter leading up to a rectangular hole in the ceiling.

“Oh... Cool.” In a mere instant Aria’s pain was all but forgotten, as if she’d never been struck by a fold-up latter to begin with. “Didn’t know he had a crawl-space...” She stood up without struggle, until the sudden shift made her brain fucking throb against her skull. “Ahh!... Oww...” She held her temple to try and get it to stop screaming at her, not much help sadly. “Had to crack my damn head open just to open it.” Aria went to the bathroom to scavenge some pain killers, quickly popping two and drinking it down with some healthy, delicious sink water. “Gah... Ugh, fuck my head.” She took a seat on the toilet and just relaxed, letting the pill work some magic. “Well... At least I’m not bored now.” Yeah, even with the injury and crappy sink water taste dampening her mood she couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement welling up from within... Or maybe that was just the pain killers in her blood. Either way though, at least she wasn’t bored anymore! Plus she might find something juicy in that little crawlspace that Anon’s been hiding from her... Aria couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought.

The headache eventually died off, with that out of the way Aria found a flashlight and walked back into his room. “Time to invade...” She clicked the flashlight on... Only for it to flicker and die in her hand. “Cheap fucking...” She gave it a few good hits with her open palm and the light was repaired by her punishment. “That’s better...” Aria originally had a cool one-liner but the flashlight’s failure to deliver had killed the moment... Oh well, not like she really cared. Aria climbed the latter and poked her head in, darkness and dust as far as she could see. “A little light to ‘brighten’ things up.” She chuckled at her own pun and... “Did I really just crack a pun.” She felt disgusted with herself. “Need to wash that filth outta my mouth later... Being in the house is really starting to get to me.” She surveyed the interior from her little entry way, using her trusty flash-... Fuck it went out again. “Piece of shit.” She knocked it against the floorboard a few times and got it to flicker back on. “Probably the batteries...” And it died again. “Fuck.” She looked directly into the nozzle to check the bulb itself. “Stupid... Ah, bright!” Only for it to inexplicably turn back on and fuck-up Aria’s eyes. “Fucking taint!” She waited for the specks to fade from her vision before resuming her search. “Stupid dollar-store brand... Now where’s that stupid switch.” After a solid ten seconds she located the light switch at the left closest corner of the room. “Bingo.” With just one easy flip the cheap flash-light was instantly obsolete. “Cool... Now, what to poke at first.”

The room was covered in a thick veil of dust, various things draped over with tan sheets to protect them from the elements... “Well, that certainly won’t do.” She stepped up to the closest covered object and grabbed the cover. “Aaand behind door number one?” A firm pull and a thick cloud of dust later, we have a very retro TV set, wooden cupboard and... A PlayStation 2? “Hmm...” Aria nodded slowly, visibly intrigued. “Not bad, not bad...” Moving onto the adjacent-facing object, vaguely shaped like a couch. “Definitely...” Big surprise, it was a couch. A lightly stained, rugged, and battered couch. “... Meh, could be better.” Object number three, next to the couch at the farthest corner! Shape was... Odd, to say the least. “Door number three?” Underneath the sheet and dust was, to her surprise, a drum set. Basic jet-black tubs with tan skins, wooden sticks laying on one of the smaller drums... There were other curious objects still covered but... She felt more drawn to this for some reason.

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“Wait...” She looked over the set, behind the big drum where the drummer seat was. Laying on the seat was a faded photo and a VHS tape. “Looks interesting enough.” Aria picked up the photo, blowing off the dust... It was a picture of a very young Anonymous, with lucious, flowing black hair brimming with teenage youth and bad decisions. “Is... No way.” Aria could hardly believe what she was seeing. “No fucking way that’s Anon.” It was, and at the prime of his youth. “Where the hell did all that hair go?” Aria noticed the young girl next to the trouble-maker of the past. She was a raspberry colored little fire-cracker with wild, frazzled locks of pink and lilac. She wore a checkered bandana on her neck with cyan lightning-bold ear piercings. Lime-green eyes stared back at Aria, full of irresponsibility and wild abandon much like her assumed boy-toy. Her brace-lined smile almost made Aria feel sick just looking at it...

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Wait... Why?

’Distant door-slam!’

“Fuck!” Anon was home, and here she was going through his shit! “Um... Uh...” Aria didn’t think, she just fidgeted in place trying to get the gears in her brain to stop meshing against each other. “Um... Fuck, uhh...”

”The hell... Why’s my crawlspace open?”

Okay, Aria turned her brain off. Without even a second of reconsideration she stuffed the items up her shirt and-

“Aria?” She froze briefly, facing Anon. “Aria what the fuck are you-...” Aria stood there with a smile as fake and transparent as Caitlyn Jenner’s tits, simile made even funnier on account of the new rectangular shape Aria’s tits have taken the shape of. “Um...” The photo slipped from her shirt and softly drifted down to the floor.

“... Hi?”

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“Sooo... How’s your day been?” Aria asked awkwardly.

Her roommate was... Visibly confused. “Yeahhh... So, why’s my shit under your shirt?” Aria’s eyes suddenly screamed ‘how the fuck did he notice that quick’, until she looked down and noticed her totally-convincing Minecraft Titties... Yeah, she didn’t look very impressed, either.

“... I was bored?” ... Well she wasn’t exactly lying. “Sooo...” She reached down and picked-up the photograph, holding it up for him to see. “Who’s the chick?” She asked, pointing at the girl in the photo. Then her finger moved to young Anon. “Also, what the hell happened to this guy?”

“He grew up, got his life together, and found a real profession.” Anon answered with a soul-stinging bitterness. “And the girl...?” He walked up and held out his hand. “If I may...?” Aria gave him the photo without question...

Which he then promptly tore in half, to Aria’s surprise. “Oh... Uh-”

“That girl... That back-stabbing, ungrateful little whore...” He paused... Then shook his head. “She’s... Someone I’d like to forget.” He just left down the latter. “Don’t break any of my shit... But while you’re up here, do me a favor.” He requested, descending the latter. “Take that tape and get rid of it, don’t care how you do it.”

“But-“ He was already down the latter, the slam of a door shaking the room. “... Okay than.” Aria looked down at her breasts, pulling the tape out from the neck of her shirt. There was a worn-down sticker on the front with ‘for Che-...’ written in faded blue ink... “What the hell’s got him so moody today... Hm?” She noticed a piece of torn paper on the floor next to her feet, the half of the photo with that girl... This ‘Che’ person, with that damn smile that made her sick to her stomach. She looked so happy, so care-free!

And yet... She felt so disgusted by it...

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So why couldn’t she look away? Why did this smile; this disgusting, rage-inducing grin, attract her eyes so effortlessly?... “(Unless...)” She reached down and picked the paper up, her finger tips heated from the touch alone... “(It is...)” Yes, she could smell it now, almost taste it from the scent...

Pure, naturally formed emotion. More specifically, hatred.

“N-no...” She couldn’t look away, her inner-Siren was stirred and fighting for that emotion. “I gotta... F-fight...”

Whenever great amounts of emotion are stirred by someone or something, it sometimes leaves behind a sort of residue that sticks to the item or person in question. Very few creatures can sense it naturally, of the few that can are Sirens and (to a smaller extent) Changlings.

Aria, being a naturally born Siren, could indeed sense this residue. She couldn’t absorb it though, not since her Siren-Heart was destroyed, but she could definitely feel it. It drove her soul into a frenzy and made her feel starved, sick from hunger... “Oh... G-god.” It made her feel so fucking sick to her stomach. “I can’t...” Her peripheral vision was becoming green and veined from this sick, twisted feeling. “N-... No!”

She needed it... She had to have it...

“(NO!!!)” Aria out-right punched herself and...! She just breathed to herself for a moment. Slowly, steadily... Calmly...

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She looked back at the paper, the green around her vision had faded and her urge was dead as stone. “No...” She crumbled the photograph in her fist, throwing it aside and pulling the video tape out from her shirt. “I’m not like that anymore... I’m not a monster...” Then she started feeling it again, there was emotion in the tape! “No!” She took the tape in both hands and-... Almost broke it over her knee.

“(The feeling in this...)” It was similar, very similar... But it wasn’t hatred. “(What is...)” The photo felt cold and and oppressive, but the tape... It felt watered down, almost luke-warm. The feeling ran through her finger-tips and surged throughout her veins, climbing its way up to her brain and back down to her heart, filling it with something similar to a black, hollow lump that grew and grew and grew and-

’clack!’

Aria physically recoiled from the raw intensity, dropping the tape and nearly collapsing on the spot as she held her chest for dear bloody life. “Oh god... S-so much...” Her body was trying to absorb the energy but had no place to store it. Her red gem, her Siren Heart made physical, had been destroyed years ago... Since the energy had nowhere to go, it grew unstable and pulsed outward throughout her body. “F-fuck!” Her veins, her skin, her very soul; she could feel it all being swamped by the intense wave of emotion being expelled from deep within her heart. “Gh-!... F-... Fuck it-!... It hurts!” The room had quickly become blanketed by a purple deluge of fog. Aria was curled into a ball, wracked with pain and an unbearable feeling of emptiness in her soul.

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Tears fell, pathetic whimpers being repressed with little success. Aria was hurt, bad... But it was over.

The raw emotion had slowly drained out of her. All that remained of the leftover emotion was a hollow pit in her gut and memories of that stabbing pain in her heart. “Oh... ’Cough!’” A dry cough was blocked with her arm, specs of blood dotted her spit... God she hated her body’s abilities sometimes. “Ughh... Oh, Jesus.” She now noticed the fog through her tear-laced eyes. “That’s... A lot of emotion.” She shakily stood up and fanned the fog away the best her weakened body could manage. “No wonder it felt like I was being stabbed... Anon’s got some fucking issues if all that was his business.” She likely assumed love was involved, in her personal experience that ugly little word alone usually brought out all sorts of feelings in people... Plus, an old video tape with a scratched out name on the front, teeming with emotional turmoil no less, was about as dead a give-away as any.

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“Well, can’t crack an egg without a little effort, I guess.” She took the tape and descended the latter, feeling her strength returning as fresh, magic-free air filled her lungs. Anon wasn’t in his room at the moment, buuut something told her that he wouldn’t miss the tape if it suddenly went missing. Out the door Aria went, her day becoming-

’LOUD CRACK OF THUNDER!!!’

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Oookay, maybe she’d crack this egg open tomorrow... Away from the storm... Yeah, sounded like a solid plan. It was getting kinda late anyway.

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Aria noticed that it storms a lot out here in Canterlot. Especially during the worst of times... “Meh, probably just coincidence.” With that, she took the tape into her room and set it on the floor beside her bed, then sat down on the mattress and reached under the bed. “Time for some real magic, hehe...” Aria pulled out a bottle of what one would assume to be some form of alcohol, likely a brand with a bit more kick to it than your more common types. “Bottoms up!” She tilted her head back and fucking chugged, a solid five seconds uninterrupted before the burning in her throat made her cough and hack. When the burning eventually calmed, she looked... Really, really out of it. “Ughh...” She shook her head of the dizziness, pupils tinted red and of different sized. “Frien-... F-friendship is-Buuurp!”

’Thunk!’

She fell backwards onto her bed, out like a NyQuil overdose... Yeah, she’ll be sleeping for a good while.

“You torture yourself, Blaze...” One Aria, currently overlooking a tiny, insignificant Aria, informed with a deep menace. “You torture us... You’re practically dangling a piece of flesh over a starved predator!”

“Yeah, one of the worst migrains I’ve ever felt made that pretty clear...” The tiny Aria sassed. “So what’s with being so big anyway? Compensating for your lack of actual power?”

”Quiet!” The Siren growled, teeth blaring and wet with saliva. “That man... That Anonymous had all that anger, all that delicious resentment packed into one tiny little object...” The siren’s salivation grew as the memories drew her into a frenzy. “'Grrr...' It takes everything in me just to endure the emptiness."

"Guess that's why you're so grumpy tonight, isn't it?" The mighty siren's eye twitched... "Makes you wonder though, what in Equestria caused such a cluster of emotion to stick?"

"Will you stop talking about the emotional run-off!?" Siren Aria yelled in annoyance. "Every mention of it is like a wave of pain and suffering to me!”

“You say that about everything though.” Tiny Aria sassed yet again. “So, any idea why there was so much of it?”

Siren Aria just looked at her half-lidded. “Do I look like an ugly little Changling to you?” Tiny Aria chose not to answer... Sadly. “We don’t feed on emotion directly like those inferior, two-faced insects do... We cause those emotions to bloom, and devour the delicious residue it leaves behind.”

“All the more reason to wonder how it formed if you ask me.” Aria argued. “I mean, a build-up that strong isn’t something you’d just go out and find on the street, right? You at least have to be a little curious.”

“... A tad, maybe.” The Siren admitted. “But I really don’t care enough to want to find out, I only desire to feed.”

“Yeah, too bad you can’t.” Tiny Aria mocked. “You aren’t even powerful enough to overthrow me.”

“One day I will be, Aria.” The Siren bellowed. “When that day comes, I’m going to do everything, and I mean everything, to completely destroy everything and everyone you hold dear to your tiny human heart.”

Aria wasn’t even phased, she just shrugged it off like it was nothing and lounged back. “Siren can dream, I guess.”

The Siren in question looked at her with a deep malice. “A hate you, Aria... With every fiber of my ancient, all-powerful being.” Then she took to the black, murky skies. Legs galloping and tail swaying as if the sky was an ominous, black ocean. Tiny Aria was left to the ground to ponder her friend’s emotional issues, and what she might find hidden away in that dusty old VHS tape...

Maybe, just maybe, on the off-chance that she wouldn’t screw it up... Aria wondered if she could help Anon relieve himself of this emotional baggage.

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“Guess we’ll see what happens after I watch the tape.”

“EXCUSE ME!?!” A familiar voice roared, before-

’CRASH!!!’

HOLY FUCK!

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!” The ground rumbled deep as the Not-so-Mighty Siren spirit dive-bombed and practically crashed into the ground directly behind Aria. “I REFUSE TO BE TORTURED YET AGAIN BY YOUR RASH DECISIONS!!!”

Aria’s hearing deafened as a high-pitched ringing screamed deep in her drums. “WHAT!?” She yelled in her momentary shock. “THE HELL’S YOUR PROBLEM NOW!?”

The Siren took a hoof and comedically konked Aria’s temple, causing her head to literally flip open like a tackle-box. “I said, dearest imperfection of myself...” She started again, speaking into the tiny Aria’s open head. “I will not be the unwilling subject of your emotional self-torture and torment.”

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“Um, in English?” Aria asked, completely lost by the bombardment of complex vocabulary.

“Do not watch that confounded tape, you brainless little monkey.” She re-worded in an annoyed tone. “I don’t like being tormented by you reminding us of our own starvation. It’s already bad enough that I’m forced to watch the pathetic downward spiral of a filthy, alcohol-addicted nymphomaniac.”

“Well, now you’re gonna be forced to watch someone else’s downward-spiral into... Whatever you just said.” Aria stayed as a matter of factly, much to the Siren Spirit’s displeasure. “Nothing you can do about it, either.”

The Siren had never looked more miserably dead inside. “... Grand.” She dryly rang, before taking off again and mumbling death-threats under her breath.

Aria just looked on into the darkness, waiting for her body to wake-up from the alcohol-induced slumber... She wondered briefly what it was like, to not have a demon inside... She often imagined it as blissful silence, yet other times she imagined an intense loneliness or a loss of purpose upon losing what once made you... Well, ‘you’.

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She wondered, maybe, if all creatures had a demon in them... Maybe she was just insane... Maybe...

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Light pierced through the darkness above, the speeding blur of a Siren falling from grace and down into the void below briefly caught her eye. “Guess it’s time...” She looked up at the light, painfully bright and blinding, until she couldn’t feel her body anymore and... Found herself staring at her ceiling through the crack of her eye-lids.

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She felt like complete and utter shit right now, probably looked the part too. “Ugh... God.” She looked at her clock, it read 4:16...

In the damn morning.

“Mother-... Ugh.” She wiped the crust from her eyes and stretched, popping a few joints and getting the gears running. “Well...” She lazily sat up, pulling her hair out of her face and brushing it back behind her ears. “Better go and... I dunno, find a fuckin’ VHS Player or something.” She saw the embodiment of shit starring back at her in her mirror. “Oh... Maybe a shower wouldn’t hurt.”

Anon’s alarm clock rang, disturbing him from his slumber. Clock read exactly 5 A.M. “Mnh, god...” A good stretch, a bit of itching here and there... After a few more rounds of this two-phased routine he rolled himself out of bed, putting on the robe hanging from beside his door. “Pretty sure today’s Wednesday... Yeah, probably...” He mumbled to himself, eyes closed as he semi-blindly made his way to the kitchen... Kinda weird though, the scent of the coffee pot usually hits him while he’s making coffee but he wasn’t making it yet...

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He went ahead and entered the kitchen, hands roaming for his good mug. “Where is...”

“Hey Anon.”

“Huh?...” He recognized the voice quite easily. “Oh, hey Aria.” He eventually found the coffee pot and... Wait, it’s already on... Alright then, no complaints there.

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Anon’s eyes snapped open with the sound-effect of shattering glass. “Wait, what the-“ He turned, seeing Aria setting-up a VHS player in their living room. “A-... Aria?”

“That’s my name, amigo.” She responded.

“How... Long have you been awake?” Anon asked, a bit of concern in his voice.

“Woke up at 4 this morning, went out and borrowed a VHS Player.”

“... Borrowed?”

“Yep!”

“Sweet Henry the Eighth!” Anon jumped at the unexpected voice behind him. Turning around, Pinkie Pie stood in teddy-bear pajamas and an adorable sleeping cap. “Oh god... Nearly gave me a heart-attack, Pinkie.” She moved past him, VHS Tape in hand. “I’m hoping that the Player belongs to you, Pinkie.”

“No, Maud owns it but she lent it to us!” Alright, fair enough... At least he wouldn’t need to worry about cops in the near future. “Well, just... Don’t break anything, alright? Also don’t let the land-lady see you or we’ll all have hell to pay.” He poured a mug of coffee to perk himself up. “You two watching old movies, I’m guessing?”

“Nah, just an old tape Aria found!” Pinkie answered in glee.

“Right, right...” Anon sipped from his coffee, the warmth pouring down his throat pumping life back into him. “Mm, good stuff.”

“All set, Pinkie!” The pink loon rushed over, leaving behind a dust-cloud where she once stood. “Tape please.” She pushed it in, the machine eating the small box followed by the light sounds of internal mechanisms shifting in place to play the video.

The TV screen went blue momentarily, then pitch black... A red dot flashed on the top right-hand corner of the screen with REC beside it. “This... This thing... Ugh.” Anon’s ears caught that voice, which was oddly... Familiar. The screen showed a man wearing a ripped-up, black Tee and tan cargo shorts. Very long, wild, and greasy black hair. He walked to a stool, dragging along a... Very familiar Acoustic Guitar.

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“Oh god no.” Anon quickly set his mug down and- “Shit!” Slipped and fell, face first into the floor. “Fuck, Aria!” He yelled. “Turn it off! Fucking shut it off you fucking whore!” He scrambled up, noticing the looks of confusion on their faces.

”Cheeeerileeeeee!!!” Then their eyes caught the Television set, and the god-awful drunken strumming of a Guitar. ”You tore my heeeeaaart in threeee!... You fuckin cheeeeaaated meee!” They just... Stared. ”I hope you fuckin’ geeeeet the claaaap!... Fuckin’ others behiiiind my baaack!” TV Anon wobbled a bit, taking a swig from a tin flask before falling backwards. The loud smash of an acoustic guitar went with him. ”O-Ow... Fuckin’... Fuck you, bitch!” The camera began to wobble, then the screen was thrown in every direction as the camera fell from wherever it was sitting, hitting the floor with a cracked screen. ”Where’s... Ugh, need a fucking joint or somethin’... Fuck.” Anon just stumbled out, accidentally kicking the camera and forcing it to shut-off. Dead silence followed as the screen turned blue again.

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”PHFFF-AAAAAHAHAHAAA!!!” Cue Aria busting a fucking gut on the floor. “AAAAHAHAHAHA ’snort!’ AAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!” this was quite possibly the loudest she’d ever laughed in her entire life. “Oh-Ohhh my god I’m gonna peeeee! AAAAHAHAHAHAA!!!”

Anon just stood there in shame with a blushed face... Like when you get pants’d in public by the school bully or an older brother, minus the crying. “I told you to burn that goddamn tape...”

Aria either couldn’t hear him over her own laughing or just couldn’t respond, she was too busy banging the floor with her fist trying to get her laughter to stop. Pinkie was laughing almost as heavily, grabbing the couch desperately for support, but Aria’s laughing just overpowered hers by sheer volume and power. “Ohohooo god it fucking huuurts! AAAHAHAHA!”

Anon just marched over and gave her a good kick in the side, didn’t stop her laughing but he kinda felt better after... He ejected the tape and just shook his head. “Should’ve fucking burned you myself.” He had noticed the laughter had quieted down dramatically...

“Yoink!”

“Wha-HEY!” But it was too late, the tape was now back in Aria’s hands.

“No fucking way am I letting this die!” Then she ran for it, Anon quickly giving chase while Pinkie followed behind to spectate.

“ARIA YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD IF ANYONE ELSE SEES THAT! YOU HEAR ME!?” Yep... Just another day in the Anonymous residence.

“Pinkie help! He’s gaining on me!”

Author's Note

Hello lovelies!

Yep, your favorite degenerate posting again!

First and foremost, I am not dead. I’ve been caught up with schoolwork and a nasty writer’s block. Second, I gots lots of new chapters being prepared!

Probably take a few weeks at the minimum, maximum is a few months. Just depends on how badly school decides to make me its bitch.

Anywho, tootles!