Hate Thy Neighbors

by Simply Sonata

Rating: teen
Tags: King Sombra, Queen Chrysalis, Slice of Life, Tirek, Dazzlings, Comedy, Cozy Glow, Romance, Equestria Girls
Length: 2164

Welcome to Tartarus St! ~ Everybody hates each other here.

Welcome to the neighborhood!

Tartarus St.

Full of folks who just don't like people. That doesn't mean they can't join in on various neighborhood activities!?

Follow a group of people simply living for the moment, perhaps even finding comfort in the company of others.

Or maybe finding love?

Nah! ~ Everybody hates each other here.

Made Popular On 11/30/19

Published 2019-11-30 18:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-12-21 00:21:58 UTC

Kids Today

The sun never really shined on Tartarus St.

A group of dark grey clouds always hovered in the same place every day as if someone were constantly performing a Voodoo Ritual. They blotted out the golden rays of the sun and cast the world below into a sea of apathetic hatred. One such house coated in the shade of darkness was quite large and in dire disarray of repairs.

Towering over the rest of the neighborhood with multiple floors. The grey painted house seemed like something out of a horror movie with vines growing up the side and the fact that several windows were completely boarded up.

The owner of this behemoth was an adult woman of ill repute. She had earned a reputation around the city of Canterlot as somebody very spiteful and a tad bit mean.

Just a smidge.

“Don't think I didn't see that, you pathetic little bastard!” The front door exploded open in a cloud of dust, a slender dark-skinned woman darted out onto her front porch.

She wore a lime green sleeveless top that showed her complete midriff to all who dared to sneak a peek. Tight black colored jeans clung to her wide hips firmly, as waves of elegant emerald green hair waterfalled down her lower back impressively.

“Huh?” Scootaloo came to a halt on the sidewalk near the creepy house confused.

“You tossed a wrapper on my lawn!!” Large green eyes burned like hot coals towards the child.

Scootaloo zipped up her burgundy hoodie with a sarcastic flick of her wrist. “So!?” The child snorted with an eye roll, violet eyes glanced down to a granola bar wrapper crumpled up on the old withered lawn.

“So!? Pick it UP!!” The woman snapped as she leaned against the railing of her porch.

“I'm late for something dude!” Scootaloo began to dash forward on her scooter.

“I don't care if you're late for The Rapture, you've disrespected my property!” She hissed through clenched teeth in sheer anger.

“Trust me Ms.Chrysalis, people will notice your ugly house before my wrapper!!” The child yelled in reply as she vanished into the distance with a series of loud giggles.

Chrysalis stood there in absolute shock from the exchange. The barefoot woman exhaled in defeat of today's current generation, walking across her lawn to pick up the trash. Her home used to be the pride of the neighborhood once upon a time, yet now she had been relegated to obscurity by a world far colder than her heart.

With a shrug of slender shoulders, Chrysalis kneeled down in silence to snatch up the trash. Suddenly a loud wolf whistle pierced the welcomed quiet of the morning, she could feel both cheeks burn a bright red in embarrassment.

“Nice peach!” Her chauvinistic neighbor Tirek chuckled in delight, he was a mountain of a man that she thought was simply more muscle over brains.

Chrysalis dropped the wrapper to the ground, quickly lifting back to her feet as she planted both hands on her hips sternly. “You're an absolute pig!” She scoffed with an eye roll as the large man stood near his mailbox wearing a black tank top and matching jeans.

“Eesh! It's a compliment, I'm saying you have a nice ass!” Tirek flashed a devilishly superior grin.

“Don't you have weights to lift or something!?” Chrysalis huffed as she spun around to walk away.

“So you've been watching me in my personal gym?” Tirek smirked as he casually looked through a bundle of letters and bills.

“Don't flatter yourself! ~ By gym do you mean that hideous garage!?” Chrysalis turned her head with a smirk of her own.

“The area might be a mess, but the equipment is all state of the art!” He lifted an oversized arm and flexed with a wink, his muscles bulged forward in full display.

“Ew.” She scrunched her nose before continuing towards the house.

Tirek glared with dark-colored eyes. Lowering his arm he tossed the letters behind him lacklusterly, the envelopes showered over his filth covered lawn. “Have you seen that brat Cozy!?” His voice boomed across the street in a dismissive attitude.

Chrysalis sighed gently turning to face her neighbor with those dark glowing eyes. “The brat who was supposed to clean my house?” She replied in a calm collected tone as long locks of hair framed her face.

“Yeah! She was supposed to clear out my yard too!!” Tirek grumbled much like an old grumpy bear would after hibernation.

“Let me guess, she told you her mother was sick?” The woman lifted a slender hand to her head, thin fingers massaged her temples slow.

“How did you know?” He looked quite shocked with a quirked brow.

“Because that's what she told me…” Chrysalis clutched her spare hand into a tight fist.

“When I paid her first.” Tirek narrowed both eyes in a fiery rage.

Without a moment's hesitation he slammed a powerful fist into the wooden pole of his mailbox, the weak structure snapped like a twig as it collapsed to the ground with a loud crash. The feminine sound of giggling wafted across the wind, catching the attention of the grumpy bear.

“What's so funny!?” He snapped towards the dark-skinned woman lifting a bleeding hand towards her covered in splinters.

“Heehee, the world.” Chrysalis placed her hand delicately over her lips, sure to hide her mocking grin away from the annoyed man.

“Kids today huh?” Tirek could feel his rage subside slowly, something about her laughter was oddly calming.

“Yeah, complete little brats.” Chrysalis sighed deeply in a sudden silence her hips slowly arched off to the side.

“See you around Chrys.” He turned his back walking towards his house.

“Tirek!” Chrysalis bit her lower lip with uncertainty.

“Hmm?” He looked back to the woman curiously.

“Come inside, let me patch up that hand.” She waved him over towards her yard in an actual genuine tone.

Tirek lifted his blood-soaked hand in surprise as if just now noticing the injury. He wasn't sure if he should, Chrysalis wasn't exactly the gentle-looking type. Though his eyes locking onto her own for a brief second, he could sense something inside her that she'd dare not share with the world.

She was lonely.

“Sure, I'll be right over.” He chuckled sheepishly.

Chrysalis smiled for a moment heading inside, for just a moment she seemed like a very charming young woman.

Sadly it would not last.

Anger Avenue

Chrysalis delicately held the oversized hand of Tirek in her own far smaller one. Dark green eyes locked upon his shredded skin closely, her spare hand clasped a tiny pair of tweezers between her fingertips.

Tirek wasn't too sure what to say in this odd predicament, his free hand firmly stroked the beard upon his chin. He noticed the dreary house was cluttered with old toys, boxes of dusty tattered clothes, and faded photo albums. “Um, this place is quite a mess?” Tirek shrugged both massive square shoulders blankly.

Chrysalis raised a thin brow to this clumsy fool unamused. “Why, thank you.” She whispered sarcastically before she plucked a long splinter out of his knuckle. The overgrown baby winced as if she stabbed him.

“Why?” He asked curiously about this oddly empty house.

Chrysalis huffed with an eye roll as she dug the tweezers deep into an open wound on his hand. The large man nearly collapsed in pain across the table, his spare hand clenched into a fist. “Because I like my godforsaken privacy!?” She twisted the tweezers sharply.

“ARGHHHH!” Tirek reached to grab her wrist.

“I leave idiots alone, I keep to myself, but people just keep annoying me!” She hissed painfully slashing the tweezers upward as the man howled in agony.

Femininely Chrysalis lifted a long crimson-colored splinter up in front of her face with a haunting smile. “Little pricks can cause a lot of pain, hmm?”

“You're a psychopath!” He lifted his gaze to her boiling in anger.

“And you're a nosey nomad!” Chrysalis snatched the metal first aid kit off the table.

“No wonder everybody hates you!” Tirek glared just in time for the kit to come crashing down on his injured hand.

“Son of a…”

Tirek nearly kicked the front door open in a panic. He dashed down the steps as his hand-poured with blood, the angry young woman chased after him clutching a wooden bat. “Come back here and I'll break your legs!” She lifted the bat high above her head.

“You lonely nut!” Tirek dodged the bat flying over his head.

The muscular man soon ran into his own yard. Chrysalis clenched her teeth hating that people around her were such pathetic fools. “You bastard!” She spotted a young pink girl walking down the street on the opposite side of the road. She wore comfy red jeans paired with a frilly pink winter coat, her turquoise curls those of the devil.

“Cheese it!” Cozy screamed in complete shock very quick to take off like the wind.

Chrysalis knew she could catch the brat if she were swift enough on her feet. The barefoot woman cut across her lawn with eyes burning like firey coals. “I'm going to wring your neck!” she screamed, surprisingly quick to close in on the frightened child.

Cozy Glow made a zigzag pattern down the corner of the street. Off in the distance, she could make out Sombra's rose garden, with an adrenaline-fueled dash she leaped through one of the massive bushes hiding inside.

Chrysalis sighed coming to a halt in front of Cozy’s floral sanctuary her hand plunged deep into the leafy bush. ”You owe me...arghh!” She yanked her arm back covered in thorns. The little brat giggled in delight from another in pain.

“Gee, I don't owe you anything!” Cozy spoke in faux concern over the matter.

“I will get satisfaction! ~ Even if I have to break…” Chrysalis suddenly turned to her right a tall annoyed man in a business suit watching her.

“Attacking children?” The man sighed his dark red eyes latched onto the nearby bush, he wore a sleek black blazer with dress pants, his hair combed back neatly.

“That brat…” Chrysalis was surprised when Sombra walked closer, his body towered over her own.

“Is a child, something I fear you aren't.” He clutched her wrist and spun her around, nudging the foolish woman off his lawn.

“Word of advice Chrysalis, act your age!” Sombra ran a large hand through his hair.

“I'm not done with either of you!” Chrysalis hissed standing on the sidewalk, her hips arched off to the side.

“Very well.” He placed a hand into his suit as if reaching for a weapon.

Chrysalis clenched her teeth with dismay. The woman quick to walk away from the confrontation on her own terms, Sombra smirked as he removed a cigarette from a fancy metallic case. He knew insolent lonely people like her were all talk, too afraid to reach out and take what they desired.

“Golly sir, that was amazing!” Cozy snuck up behind the man with a few roses now decorating her bouncy curls.

“You're still here?” He spoke in a calm demanding voice.

“Well, you helped me! ~ Heehee, I bet you're looking for a friend!” Cozy giggled with a devious tone that dripped from her lips.

Without warning, Sombra lifted the young girl up by the hood of her jacket. Much like one would do with a stray cat that overstayed her welcome, in one swift motion the man flung the annoyance into the nearby gutter full of gunk and grime.

Cozy landed face-first into the vile debris with a tiny gag. Her eyes burned with thoughts of revenge of the highest order, Sombra walked in silence back to his massive three-story house, a stream of jet black smoke trailed behind him.

“People are so rude! ~ I like it…” Cozy rubbed her little hands together wickedly.

This morning was a shining example of why she hated this world, Chrysalis clutched her scratched fist at her side in silent rage. Scootaloo was returning from God knows what, quick to perform a sharp turn avoiding the hateful woman.

With a loud crash, Scootaloo went flying off the edge of the cement walkway. The child easily spraining her ankle with a loud scream, her scooter tumbled a few feet in front of her with a loud clang of metal.

“I can't feel my ankle!” The girl curled up into a ball in pain, both hands clutched to her foot.

“Hmm, I'd help…” Chrysalis calmly walked ahead a wide grin across her face.

Her hand lifted the scooter off the ground. She swung the light toy far behind a nearby wooden fence, the sound of metal exploding against bark filled the air. “But I've got somewhere to be, dude.” Chrysalis burst into laughter as she vanished down the road, leaving the brat to the mercy of others.

Why should she give a flying buck?