It was a stormy night outside, rain was pouring down like a hurricane on it’s period. The satellite went dead due to the storm interference so no TV for the time being. Luckily though, Anon could catch-up in some reading while he waited for Aria to get back from wherever the hell she is, whoever the hell she’s riding, or whatever the hell she’s smoking. Though considering the storm chances were she wasn’t gonna come home because she doesn’t have a license, something that Anon’s been meaning to ask her about...

He checked his phone, 11:56 p.m. If that hot mess wasn’t back before 12 he was locking the doors and going to bed, a rule they were both very aware of to avoid any accidental lock-outs. “God, where the fuck is that whore?” He put the book down, marking down the page with an old shred of paper he used as a bookmark. “Haven’t even got a text from her yet, so she’s probably out getting shit-faced or something.” He shook his head. “I better go and lock-up.”

’vrrr!’

Just as he was getting up his phone buzzed. “Hm? Oh, perfect.” He fished it out of his pocket and grumbled. “I swear if that bitch wants me to drive out in that shitstorm...” To his surprise however, it wasn’t Aria texting him. It was an unregistered number that he’d never seen before.

‘Hiya, stranger!’

That was it, just a simple greeting. Anon cocked his head to the side with a raised brow.

‘I love, love, LOVE making people smile!’

Smile?... Okay, starting to get kinda weird... Really weird, actually.

‘It just makes my heart SWELL making people happy, ya know?😋’

Suddenly Anonymous wasn’t feeling comfortable with this stranger by any degree.

‘So what can I do for you to make you smile?😁😁😁’

Well, Anon was given a vague offer by a complete stranger in exchange for a smile... Yep, I think we all know the sensible thing to do in this particular scenario.

Anon pocketed his phone and ignored the texts entirely. “Weirdo...” Yeah, he’s read enough books and watched enough bad television to know that answering blindly to unknown numbers is gonna land him in some deep shit in the future. No telling who was possibly texting him, could’ve been a complete loon behind that screen! Or maybe just a pervert... Meh, let’s go with both.

After locking the door and brushing his teeth, he threw off his pants and shirt then crawled into bed, setting his phone on the nightstand to charge. “Sigh, hello sweetness.” He got nice and snug within the thick cover, if there’s anything he loved dearly in this world it was his bed. King-sized double bed with violet sheets, had a special mattress with memory foam under the sheets that molded with his body, couldn’t remember the brand for the life of him but he couldn’t find the reason to care. All he knew was his bed was big, plush and oh so soft. Hell, if it were possible he’d marry this divine instrument of the gods and-

’Vrrr!’... ‘Vrrr!’... ‘Vrrr!’

..... Seems that Anon’s daydreaming was cut short by his phone going bonkers. “Christ...” Seems that someone was calling him, he answered, too fucking tired and snug to care who was on the other side. “Whozit?... Wha?” Anon rambled with his mind half-asleep. He shook himself awake to at least try sounding coherent. “Aria? Izat you, Aria!?”

“’Giggle’ Nnope!”

..... All of a sudden, Anonymous wasn’t all that tired and sleep-drunk. “Who the hell...”

“Didja like what I sent you, Nonny?” It was obviously a girl’s voice, sounded fairly young as well. Maybe around her late teens or maybe early 20s?... Hmm, yeah that sounded right, though the latter was a big stre-... Wait a diddly-damn minute...

“N-... Nonny?”

“Yeah! That’s your name, right? Anonymous?” Okay, biiig red flag coming up. “Anyways, sorry I f my honkers aren’t all that big, but you can definitely tell I got a trunk full of junk, hehehe!”

Anon just stared at the ceiling, eyes the size of saucers as his face went pale. “I... W-what?”

The voice just laughed. “Aww, no need to be shy! I bet those pictures made you really happy, huh?”

“I-... What!?” He repeated, the caller hung-up. He just stared at his phone for a solid minute. “She knew my fucking name...” He looked at his texts, three new ones, more than likely the ‘pictures’ she’d sent. “How’d she even get my number!?” From what the stranger told him, he’s guessing she sent him some very explicit content. So he again, ignored her. Not because he wasn’t interested in free titty mind you, but because a random stranger that knows his name and number is a big warning sign for trouble that he wanted no part with. Anon Jr. would have to go to bed stiff because Anon Sr. was honestly too scared to even breath normally... Moving as quickly and quietly as he could, he got out of bed and opened up his closet. “Just gotta check...” Eventually he found what he was looking for, a pump-action shotgun. He checked the rounds, four shots inside. “Alright... Better safe than sorry.” He set it back in the closet, hiding it in the corner of the door frame so it wouldn’t be easy to spot. It didn’t completely put him at ease but at least he knew he had some proper home-security if bad suddenly jumps to worse. With that, he snuck back to his bed and closed his eyes, praying to god that he’d survive the night.

..............

’Vrrr!’

Anon’s eyes snapped open once again, he was somewhat tempted to text her back himself so she’d leave him the fuck alone but...

’Vrrr! Vrrr! Vrrr! Vrrr!’

Scratch that, he was chucking his phone out the window. He grabbed it and yanked it off the charger port, glancing through the texts on his lock screen.

‘Hey, you like what I sent? 😘 Huh? Huh?’

‘Hey! Hey!’

‘C’mooon, gimme a smile!’

‘Pretty please? Pretty pretty please?😚’

‘Pretty please with a cherry on top?🙏’

Anon was slightly more disturbed by the rate she was pumping these texts out, she was typing at the speed of a fucking bullet and they wouldn’t stop!

‘Come on, smile!😃’

‘Smile!😁’

‘Smile! Smile!😁😁😁’

‘Pleeeease?😥 I just wanna see you smile!😭😭😭’

Okay fuck slightly, he was very disturbed. He got up out of bed, opened the door, and chucked the device down the hall where it wouldn’t bother him. With that, he trudged back to bed. “Fucking hell...” He slipped back under the covers and sighed in frustration. “Get a grip Anon, you’ll be fine.” He told himself. “Just get some sleep, report the caller tomorrow...” He closed his eyes and eventually embraced sleep’s temptations, falling into a world where bills and responsibilities and crazy nutjobs didn’t exist...

.....................

”Come...... Smile...”

.....................

”Fill my heart... sunshine, sunshine.....”

Anon shifted in bed, still on the threshold of that line between sleep and awareness. For just a brief moment did he open his eyes... Then he let the warmth of the comforter take him away after, disregarding it as nothing.....

”All I really need’s a smile, smile, smile...”

“Mh...” Once again, he was roused from slumber. Did he hear something?..... Nah, he probably didn’t. He mumbled some incomprehensible sleep-talk and fell back into blissful slumber.......

”From these happy friends of miiiine...”

Anon jumped out of his sheets with a short gasp... He looked around, the room was empty just how it was before. The rain was all but a light trickle, somewhat comforting in a way... “Ugh... Must’ve had a nightmare.” He rubbed his tired eyes. “Geez, I’m really letting her get to me.” He fell back into the sheets, letting the hypnotic sound of light rainfall take him back to dreamland.....

’creeeeaaak.....’

Anon’s eyes shot open, his head darted toward the door just in time to see it click shut... He took a hard swallow as a violent chill ran up his spine. He felt cold, a dreadful cold. It felt as if his bones were made of solid ice... “N-no... No, I’m just seeing things.” He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the sand out and to low-key convince himself that he was right about seeing things. “Y-yeah... Just seeing... ’yawn!’ Goddamn what time it it?” He noticed his phone sitting on the nightstand, picking it up he recoiled at the sudden brightness. “Fuck!... Christ.” His eyes adjusted eventually, and after skimming through a butt-load of texts from someone he read, “Three forty-nine A.M...” His head fell back into the pillow. “Dammit... I’m never gonna get any sleep at this rate.” He dropped his phone on the floor and shut his eyes. “You’re just seeing things, Anon... Nothing’s in the house.” He assured himself, or at least tried to... “There’s no crazy killer... There’s no sexual deviant...” .........Well now Anon was scared and starting to grow aroused. “Dammit Anon...” He started thinking about the pics that the chick had sent him...

.............

Anonymous then came to a sudden, frightening realization. “Wait a minute...” He looked back at the floor, seeing his phone still laying there. “I threw you out into the hall...” He picked it back up, just now registering the build-up of text messages. “Twenty-six unread messages...” All of them from an unregistered number. “Okay... Now I’m really scared.”

”Come on everybody smile, smile, smile...”

A big chill shot through Anon’s spine, he visibly shuttered at the ominous singing. ”Oh fuck...” He wasn’t just hearing things, that was fucking real.

”Fill my heart up with sunshine, sunshine...” Slow... Melancholy... and VERY real singing. All I really need’s a smile, smile, smile...

Anon took a dry gulp. “W-Who’s there!?” ..... The next line was never delivered, only dead silence answered his call. “Show yourself!” He demanded, his voice cracking somewhat with fear.

“........ ’Light giggling’...”

Nuh-uh, nope, fuck that, no way in bloody hell. Anon jumped out of bed and booked it to his closet, grabbing the pump-action from the corner just where he left it. “I’m not playing around!” He yelled out, checking the shells. “Either you come out, or I’ll find you and blow your brains out myself!” Still no response, just the deafening silence that rattled him to his core. Anon huffed, hardening himself. “Alright... Hard way it is.”

’Chk-chk!’

Garbed in nothing but his underwear, Anonymous peaked his head out the door and looked down both hallways. The left had the silhouette of a girl of some kind, the right was-WAAAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!!! “HEY!” He pointed down the left hallway, nothing but the wall... “Dammit.”

“Hahaha! ‘Snort!’” That came from his right, he saw a head peaking from the corner quickly pull away. “Come play with me, Nonnyyy!~”

Anon could feel his legs shake in fear. “Why tonight of all nights...” He slowly crept down the hall, his shotgun tight in his grip, a bit too tight that is... “God, I’d rather deal with Aria than some-“

”Hehehe!” There’s that fucking laugh again... “Hide and seeek, hide and seeek!~” The voice couldn’t be traced, it simply echoed all throughout the house.

“Some... Ps-Psychopath.” He shuttered under his breath.

“Bonjoir!”

“OH FUCK!” He felt something wrap him in a tight hold from behind. “Jesus Christ!”

“Got you, got you! Hahahaha!” He struggled against her with everything he had, all the while she just laughed and giggled like a hyena on speed. “Bear-hug!”

“Bear-hug!?” All of a sudden the girl was squeezing him with some serious muscle behind it! “J-!... J-Jesus... Christ!” He could barely get a word out, she was squeezing the fucking life outta him! Eventually she let him go, but not before pushing him down and running passed him. “Fuck!” He scrambled to his feet and chased her. “Is this some kind of goddamn game to you!?” He made it to the Living Room, not a person in sight. “Bloody... The hell did she go this time?”

“Nonnyyy!~” She called out. “Let’s play Tag this time!” Anon felt anger rise within him, he was being played with in this twisted game of cat and mouse.

’Chk-chk!’

“...... Uhh.” Anon didn’t have his shotgun, and it wasn’t on the floor, either... Which could only mean one thing. “Ohh fuck.”

“Hehehe~... I’m it.”

He didn’t think, he didn’t rationalize. Anon just ran for cover, and fast.

’BANG!!!’

Anon leaped to his side as a knee-jerk reaction, his heart racing a mile a minute. “Jesus take the wheel!” He took cover on the side of the couch, holding his chest to get the pounding to slow. “Oh god, oh god, oh fucking god help me!” He quietly shouted. “Sweet baby Jesus I don’t wanna die... Not yet!”

“Sheesh, could you be a little more quiet?” He froze stiff, looking to his side. A girl was sitting next to him, pink skin and long, straight dark-pink hair. She wore a baggy blue hoodie and beige cargo shorts, a pair of vans donned her feet. A rather boyish choice of clothes for a girl but fuck style, she was a psychopath on the hunt! Her pin-prick iris staring into his soul was light-blue, with the other covered by a veil of dark-pink locks. “If you're not quiet the psycho-chick might find you.” She booped his nose with the end of his shotgun. “Silly goose.” They shared a solid ten seconds of unbroken eye contact and utter silence. “You have really pretty eyes.” Anon screamed at octaves equal to that of a little girl and ran away. “Aww, come baaack!” She shouted in a pleading tone. “I just wanna make you smile!”

Anon has no idea how long he’s been hiding, maybe half an hour? Whatever, he didn’t care, all he knew was this hiding spot was fucking ace! Where was he hiding, you ask? Why, the last place a killer would ever look, the victim’s room! He hid in the closet where he kept his shotgun, still in the hands of that pink psycho sadly... Still, he was gonna be found eventually, and he needed a game plan for when that happened.

’SLAM!’

Like right fucking now! “Nooonnyyyyy! Come out, come out wherever you aaare!” Anon held his breath, scooting back further into the darkness. “You under here?..... Hmm, what about... Here!?..... Oh... Hmmm.......” The closet handle turned, Anon’s blatter was about to fail. “What about...”

“ANON! I’M BAAACK!”

The door nob stopped, then slowly turned back. “Oh Jesus no!” He wordlessly mouthed. “Aria you fucking dumbass!”

“Oooh, a new play-mate!” The pink menace left the room, Anon was clenching his fist.

“Mother-!..... No!” He knew leaving his friend to die wasn’t what he’d do, even if she was a free-loader... But then the fucking psycho with the shotgun! Friend, Shotgun, Friend, Shotgun...

“Who the fuck are- Whoa, don’t point that thing at me!”

“Ugh... Goddammit morals!” Anon burst from the closet because fuck him and his own safety, he wasn’t letting Aria bite the dust yet! He high-tailed it to his-

’BANG!’

Anon’s heart had stopped for a solid three seconds, the bang went off just as he grabbed the handle to his room door. “No...” He slowly opened the door, all he saw was Aria’s body with that pink psychopath standing in his way, pointing the gun at him. “You...” He ran right through the halls, knocking her out of the way and yelling “Move!” At this point he didn’t care that she was armed, Aria’s condition was more important. “Aria!” He stood over her body, blood expanding outward in a small pool. “Jesus no...” He dropped to his knees, turning her over. There was a big red mark on what was left of her shirt, which had been torn by the blast and soaked with trailing blood. He nearly gagged at the sight. “No... NOOOO!!!” He was freely crying now, pounding the floor with his fists in a cocktail of wild emotions. “She was so young, goddammit! It should’ve been me!”

He felt something hard press against the back of his head. “What’s the matter? Feeling left out, Nonny?” She sounded so calm and collected, despite having murdered an innocent life in cold blood. This sort of apathy deeply sickened him, and frightened him even moreso. “Wouldn’t be a party without the guest of honor, you know.”

Anon just sniffled and whimpered out. “Why?...” He asked in a shaky, broken voice. “Why are you doing this?... Why are you tormenting me like this!?”

She just giggled. “Wanna know why, Nonny?...” She was so close, he could feel her breath against his neck. “Cause...” She leaned in reeeal close, and whispered... “You just got pranked, bro.”

...............

“No...” Anon shook his head. “No... Don’t you fucking do this to me.”

“’Snort’... Pffhahahaha!” Aria’s supposed corpse had burst into a hysterical laughter, surprising Anon enough to make him fall back. “Oh my god, that was fucking priceless! Baaahahahaha!”

The pink girl crouched down beside him, smiling warmly. “Aria set you up Nonny, and boy did we scare you silly!”

“You... T-this was.....”

The pink girl nodded. “Just a prank!” She pressed the shotgun to his head and pulled the trigger, a very loud bang shook the house but only smoke came out, no pellets. “Smoke-Slugs, good acting, and loooots of watered-down ketchup! I had to cut-up Aria’s shirt but it was totally worth it!”

Anon just stared down, a broken look on his face..... “Heh... Hehe...” Anon slowly grew into a laugh of his own, genuine relief replaced his fear. “Aaahahahaha! Oh my fucking god, Aria!” Which was then overtaken by boiling, bloodthirsty anger. “I’m just sooo happy I could just...“ He leaped at her and started strangling her, a violent twitch in his eye. “Fucking kill you, Aria!”

Despite having her neck wrung-out, she kept her smile plastered on her face. In fact she actually started to blush a little. “Ghk! Ack! H-harder, baby!...”

Anon lost it, he was so sick and fed-up that he was just done. With a frustrated groan he shoved her to the floor and marched off. “Fucking bitch!” He yelled. “You’re un-fucking-believable!” He slammed the door to his room shut.

“’Cough, cough! H-hey! I wasn’t finished!” She choked out. “Come on Roomie, choke me some more! I’ll suck you off if you do!~”

“I’m not cooking for you the entire fucking week!” He shouted, making Aria genuinely gasp in shock.

“No, wait, wait! I’m sorry!” She pleaded. “Come on buddy, don’t let me starve!”

“Fuck off!” He screamed. “I thought you fucking died you cunt!”

“Come oooon!” Aria wined. “Don’t do this to me, dude! I can’t go for a week on crackers and water!”

In the background, the psycho smiled warmly, her hair springing into a poofy, unkempt form. “Looks like my work here is done.” With a satisfied nod she turned and walked out the door, singing a little tune to herself. “My name is Pinkie Pie, and I am here to say~” As she sang, the desperate pleading of Aria could be heard in the background. “I’m gonna make you smile and I will brighten up your daaay.~” Our pink little psychopath skipped down the road, singing her little song without a care just as the sun had began to peak from the violet sky. As for Aria?... Well, after enough ass-kissing and pleading she eventually got Anon to cave and forgive her.

Anon returned from the kitchen, two plates of food in hand. He set his down on the nightstand next to his easy chair while Aria got up and claimed hers. “Thank you very much, favorite Roomie! I just couldn’t make it a day without your home-cooked meals.~” One could practically smell the shit in her breath from this level of ass-kissing. “Did I ever tell you how fucking wet your cooking gets me?~”

“Pushing it, Blaze.” He warned, showing how little patience he had at the moment. “Just eat your damn food already.”

Aria looked a bit saddened, Anon had noticed this but simply assumed it was just her and her old ways. She always used guilt tactics and the like to get what she wanted, and 9 times outta 10 it worked spectacularly... “’siiigh’... Alright, alright.” Like right now for instance. “Look I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.” She looked back at him. “Just eat up, alright? But don’t push your fucking luck after what you pulled.”

Aria’s expression brightened. “You’re such a push-over...” She flopped onto the couch, setting the plate on her stomach for easy reach. “I’m dead serious about the wet thing though, I’d suck dick for this kind of food.”

Anon just shook his head. “Why do I fucking spoil you...”

Aria, with a mouth-full of mashed potatoes, yelled out. “Ause ew ‘ove mee!” She shoveled another spoon of potatoes into her mouth, humming in response to the taste.

Anon rolled his eyes and turned on the TV. “So who was the pink chick anyway?”

Aria looked at him, spoon in mouth. After a few good swallows she answered. “You mean Pinkie?” Aria looked toward the ceiling. “She’s... Hmm.” Aria contemplated for whatever reason, to such a simple question as well. “Pinkie is... A friend, I guess.”

Anon looked a little confused. “You say that as if you don’t even know.” He pointed out. “You two got a history or something?”

She looked down at her food, poking at a slice of ham. “Well...” After some internal debate, she shrugged. “Meh, don’t worry about it.” She finally answered. “Pinkie’s cool, I guess... For a Rainboom, anyway.”

“Rainboom?” Anon cocked his head, but decided not to prod further. He had no business questioning their relationship anyways, nor did he have the attention span to actually care. “You know what, I don’t wanna know...” He just enjoyed his food, watching bad television with Aria to pass the time until he had to call it a night. Yep, just another regular evening with his favorite bum of a roommate...

Author's Note

Apologies for the long wait, Finals have had me by the throat these past few weeks because I procrastinated three different finals..... Don’t fucking judge me because I know you assholes do the same!

Anyways, I bet you lot are wondering about Aria’s relationship with Pinkie. Hell, you’re probably curious about her standings to the rest of the cast! Well, you guys deserve the truth, and I’ll tell you with complete honesty that... I have no clue. But I’ll figure that out eventually!

Toodles!