Anon of Canterlot High

Chapter Eight: Game On

You chose not to stop by Twilight’s house yesterday, you weren’t in the mood for it. You simply shot her a text and said you weren’t feeling well and you were gonna go home and rest. There was no way in hell you trusted her enough to tell her what really happened in the parking lot.

You sat alone with your thoughts in bed, chilling in your boxers and smoking a cigarette. It was currently six in the morning, you had woken up earlier than normal, even with how restless you were from the night prior. As you lay in your domain with your legs crossed, a thought hit you: it’s game day.

“Fuck,” You muttered to yourself, sitting up and leaning your back against your headboard. You shivered slightly upon the cold plywood touching your bare back.

You didn’t sleep a whole bunch so the thought of a football game in the afternoon slightly worried you. You cared about your performance, you were extremely competitive and wanted to win. Sighing, you took a moment to ponder with solutions to your potential problem. Zoning out and staring at your wall for five minutes got you nowhere. Throwing your legs over to the floor, you put your feet down and stood up, taking one last drag from your cancer stick before extinguishing it in the ashtray on your nightstand. You stretched with a yawn, letting your muscles loosen up from the tension developed over the little sleep you got. Looking around your room, you spotted a pair of shorts laying on your floor. You walked over to them, bend down and grabbed them clumsily. Grabbing the waistband, you lowered them and brought one leg up and brought it down into your shorts. You did the same with the other leg and pulled the waistband up, completing your morning fit. With another yawn, you walked to your bedroom door, opening it and walking out to the kitchen. Your Uncle Shaw was already awake, sitting in his recliner and watching the morning news. He had heard your footsteps, as he turned around to face you. A smile appeared on his face and he nodded to you.

“Morning.” He said, turning back to the TV. “You look like hammered shit.”

“You’re one to talk.” You said, opening the fridge to find something to rid you of your cottonmouth.

“I can tell you didn’t sleep.” Said Shaw, still focused on the news. “Never good, especially for you with that game today.”

“I’ll tough it out.” You said, moving the refrigerator’s contents around in search of some juice.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Huffed Shaw. “Want my advice? Drink Redbull. Shit works like a champ.”

Redbull huh? Alright. You were never one for energy drinks, but if your uncle recommended it then it had to be the good shit.

“Noted.” You said, finding a juice box in the back of the fridge. You reached in and pulled it out, closing the fridge and turning back towards your room.

On your way to school, you stopped by a gas station and picked up six Redbulls. That should be enough, right? You’ve never really bothered with energy drinks before so you had no idea what to expect. Pulling into the school parking lot, you parked your car in your usual spot. Turning your car off with a sigh, you leaned back into your seat. You stared at the gray morning sky for a moment, slightly zoned out. You then remembered the Redbulls sitting in your passenger seat, ready to be consumed. Reaching over to the front seat, you reached into the plastic bag from the gas station and grabbed yourself a drink. Cracking it open, you brought the cold can to your mouth and took a couple chugs. Bringing it down from your lips, you scrunched your face in disgust. The shit tasted like nuclear horse piss. Not that you’ve tasted it before, that is. Staring at the can in your hands, you thought to yourself for a moment. As much as you didn’t like the taste, you really needed to be awake today. So fuck it. You were gonna be a man and drink this shit. You brought the can back to your lips and chugged the rest of the foul-tasting liquid down. When you finished, you pulled the can away from your mouth and let out a disgusted “Ehhhhh”. Crushing the can and throwing it out the window, you opened your car door and stepped out.

“Let’s get it.” You said to yourself as your began your walk across the parking lot.

***

You can’t stop tapping your foot. It’s been a few hours and the amount of energy you have is unreal. Shaw was right, Redbull does give you wings. Throughout the school day, you were oddly attentive to everything your teachers said. Hell, you even finished all your work in class. You made a mental note to watch your intake so you don’t get addicted and die of a fucking stroke. You shook the thoughts from your head and continued to listen to coach’s lecture before the game started. Everyone including you were already stretched and warmed up, in football pads and ready to go. You didn’t really care for what he was saying, you just wanted to go out and play some damn football.

“And with that being said, let’s go kill em!” Coach said, wrapping up his lecture. “Huddle up everyone, arms in and Canterlot on three!”

You and the team stood up and brought it in, giving a “One, two, three, Canterlot!” Before jogging out to the football field. You threw on your helmet and turned for the door, but coach grabbed your shoulder and held you back.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“You better bring your A-game out there.” He said with a smile.

“I should smack you for saying that.” You said flatly.

“Atta boy!” He said with a hearty laugh. “Go get em!”

With a nod, you turned back to the locker room door and jogged on out. Upon leaving the locker room, you heard the loud roar of the crowd in the bleachers, ready for the first game of the season. Your team was standing by the field entrance, waiting for you to join him.

“Hey, hurry up man!” Called out your QB. You find it funny that you still don’t even know his name. “We got ass to kick!”

“Don’t gotta sugarcoat it like that.” You said with a smile. “Cmon, let’s get this shit.”

He nodded and lead you and the team out onto the field. And the crowd goes wild, with their roars increasing significantly in volume upon seeing their team about to play the first game of the season. You looked up at the bleachers and smiled to yourself. It’s a new feeling. A good one.

The quarterback jogged to the middle of the field while you and the rest of the team went to the sidelines to wait for the coin toss.

Sitting on the sidelines, you felt a hand tap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw it was Flash.

“Hey, you know what to do out there?” He asked.

“Yep.” You say, turning back out to the field.

“Alright, just checking.”

“I’m starting for a reason, Flash. I’ve got it in the bag.”

He remained silent. As he should be. You watched the referee flip the coin, then look at the visitor’s quarterback. Damn, they won. Your quarterback and theirs gave a nod to the ref, then turned around to return to their sideline. As you watched him jog back to you, you were nearly shaking with anticipation. God, you wanted to play. When your Q neared the sidelines, he called out to you and the team.

“They’re receiving! Return team, get out there!”

You weren’t on the return lineup, so you stayed back as the designated squad made their way out to the field. The referee has set up the ball already, leaving the team to get into their positions for the play. With the kicker in position, he glanced over to the ref and gave a nod, signaling that he was ready to go. The ref returned the nod, reaching up to the whistle around his neck. And just like that, he brought it to his lips and gave it a blow.

Game on.

The kicker raised his arm in the air, showing the team that he was gonna kick. He ran forward, making contact with the ball and sending it downfield. It soared through the air, and you watched it like a hawk. As it came down, you saw the receiver in your peripherals, arms out and ready to catch. When the ball landed in his arms, he decided to knee it. Pussy. The referee blew his whistle, ending the play.

“Alright defense, let’s go!” Called out coach. When’d he come out here? Whatever, that was your queue to head out to the field.

You threw your mouth guard on and jogged onto the field with the rest of the defensive team. You were nose guard, so you took your spot right in the middle of the line. Getting down on your knees, you watched the offensive huddle and waited for them to finish.

“Give em hell, you hear?” Said Bulk from behind you.

“Dude, relax.” You said, turning back to him. “Literally no worries here.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by the “ready, break!” From the offense. Bulk backed up to his position. You immediately noticed the center as he jogged up to the line of scrimmage. He was a big guy, and you don’t mean buff. This guy looked like a human dough boy. When he reached the line, you got off your knees and got into your stance. When he got down into his, he looked at you and chuckled confidently.

“You find a piece of candy in your pocket?” You said, slightly muffled by your mouth guard.

The center stopped laughing, but instead gave you a death glare.

‘Yeah, get mad.” You thought. ‘Makes it all the more enjoyable for me.’

“Red!”

You smirked at big boy, who looked ready to kill.

“Set!”

“Bring it, dough boy.” You said. He replied by huffing through his nose.

“Go!”

The ball was snapped, and you and chunky cheese rose in unison, ready to attack. He however, had no idea as to what you were going for. With his arms out, he came at you with full force. In one swift motion, you gave him a little swim move (yes, swim move), throwing your arm out and making a swimming-like motion with it to throw him out of the way. And of course, it worked. You easily managed to throw him out of your way, giving you a full view of the wide-open QB. Without hesitation, you made a B-line to him, who seemed unaware of your presence, as for he was looking for an open receiver. You charged at him, and by the time he noticed you, it was too late. You got low and wrapped your arms around his waist, picking him up for a brief moment before bringing the both of you to the ground. Something was off, though. Yeah, the quarterback was down, but the whistle didn’t go off. You heard the crowd grow louder. You felt the vibration of feet running passed you in the opposite direction than the ball was being played. That could only mean-

You quickly got up from the ground and looked up, only to see your defensive end running the ball down the field. No fucking way. First play of the game and you got a sack, leading to a fumble, which got turned over. You stood there and watched as the ball carrier ran the ball down the field, all the way to the end zone for a touchdown. Good fucking lord.

The ref blew his whistle and raised his arms, confirming the score. The crowd was nearly deafening at this point. You heard an angry “Fuck!” From the QB standing next to you, which made you smile. You turned and jogged your way back to the sidelines, and was immediately greeted with slaps to the helmet and good words. Man, you were a fucking machine. First play of the game, baby. You felt like a better version of Rudy. Coach nearly leapt onto you and clung to your body when he saw you.

“ANON YOU BEAUTIFUL SON OF A BITCH!” He called out with happy laughter.

“Relax coach, before you ejaculate all over me.” You said with a smirk, getting a laugh out of the team. He punched you in the chest plate and congratulated you, saying basic happy coach shit. Again, you smiled. Feelsgoodman.

*Twilight POV*

You screamed with joy as you saw Anon sack the quarterback, causing the ball to fumble and get picked up by your team. The crowd followed you, as they too began to roar with excitement. The screams continued, even after the touchdown was made.

“Yo, who the hell is that?!” Asked Rainbow Dash, who was sitting beside you.

“Which one?” You asked.

“The one who got the sack, who else could I be talking about?”

“Oh, that’s my friend Anon!” You replied happily.

“Who?” Replied RD with a confused look. AJ on the other hand, smiled.

“Ya know, I’d expect nothing less outta Anon.” She said with her Southern draw. You were surprised, Anon liked to lay low so you wouldn’t expect him to try and talk to anyone.

“How do you know him, AJ?” You asked.

“He works for me on the Acres, real hard worker n’ quite a character if I do say so myself.”

She got the character part right.

“How come I’ve never heard of a fellow athlete that can play like that?!” Exclaimed Rainbow. “I know like everyone on the team!”

“I don’t believe I’ve heard of him either.” Said Rarity. Fluttershy and Pinkie agreed.

“Oh, you girls totally have to meet him after the game! He’s really great!” You said with enthusiasm. “He can be difficult at times and a little stubborn, but he’s overall a great friend!”

“I agree. I ain’t known him for very long and I already consider him a good friend.” Said Applejack.

“Well if you girls approve, I’d definitely like to meet this Anon.” Said Rarity with a smile.

“Can we throw him a party? Bake him a cake?!” Asked Pinkie.

“I don’t know if he’s all for the attention, Pinkie.” Said AJ. “I don’t even know if he could handle yer energy.”

“Trust me, he’ll love it!”

“Does he like animals?” Asked Fluttershy.

“Maybe?” You shrugged. “I haven’t really asked him.”

“I can’t wait to find out!” Said Fluttershy softly.

You smiled with happiness. You couldn’t wait to introduce your friends to Anon. He may not be the most social or charismatic guy on the planet, but you were convinced that he would warm up to you and your friends with enough time. Besides, you figured Anon could use some more friendly faces to interact with. You were snapped out of your thoughts by Rainbow Dash shouting.

“Holy shit!” She shouted. She turned to you and shook you by the shoulders. “Your friend just slammed that guy and gained like twenty yards!”

*Anon POV*

And that’s that, last play of the game finished. You took a knee in the end zone, having finished the final touchdown of your first game. With only three seconds left on the clock, you knew it was safe to relax. Besides, even if the visiting team managed to score in those three seconds, it’d be for nothing. You had already embarrassed them enough with the one hundred and forty seven to nothing score. What a fucking beat down. As your team ran up to you from down the field, you got off your knee and stood up, holding your arms out and nodding.

“Yeah, yeah?” You called out. “Y’all like that shit?!” You were met with rough hugs and slaps to the helmet and shoulder pads. Looks like you were the star of the game. You laughed and gave play punches and high fives to your team to join their celebration. You and the team’s hype was cut down a notch by coach joining in.

“Holy fuckin shit!” Cried coach, jumping in excitement. “That is the most intense beat down Canterlot High has ever given! Anon, you beautiful bastard, I fuckin love you!”

“It’s a team effort, coach.” You said, taking off your helmet. “Someone has to block the line, and someone else has to throw me a pass. Couldn’t have done it myself.”

That was probably the most humble shit you had said in years.

Coach smiled and gave you a pat on the shoulder pads.

“Alright, son.” He said. “You played perfectly today. Go home and get some rest. That goes for all of you!” He said to the rest of the team. You all gave a “yes, sir!” In unison and began jogging back to the locker room. You followed you team across the field, feeling slightly tired as your adrenaline began to wear off. Throwing on your helmet, you figured the pressure on your head would keep you up long enough to get out of the school. Thankfully, you had one last Redbull sitting in your backpack. You even began calling it “the water of the gods” halfway through the day when you really began feeling the effect. You chuckled to yourself with the thought of today.

As you ran through the fence gate to the locker room, you were stopped by someone calling out to you. Looking over to your right, you saw Twilight, Applejack and four others leaning against the fence surrounding the bleachers. Those two were friends? No way.

“Anon!” Called out Twilight. She and AJ were beckoning you to come over to the fence and greet them. You had already glanced at them, so you couldn’t act like you didn’t hear them. Damn you, Anon. Oh well, at least AJ was there. With an exhausted sigh, you turned and jogged over to the fence. The floor to the bleachers was elevated above the ground, so you had to look up slightly to talk to them.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Yeah? What do you mean yeah?!” Asked the Blue skinned girl. “Dude, you fuckin kick ass!”

“So I’ve been told.” You said.

“I’m Rainbow Dash, the fastest and coolest S.O.B. you’ll ever meet!” She said smugly, pointing her thumb to her.

You opened your mouth to reply, but was cut off by the voice of Satan herself.

“HIMYNAMEISPINKIEPIEBUTYOUCANCALLMEPINKIEYOUPLAYEDSOGOODOUTTHEREDOYOULIKECAKEIHOPEYOULIKECAKEOHANDPARTIESTOOBECAUSEIMGONNATHROWYOUAPARTYFORBEINGSOGOODATFOOTBALLANDWE’REGONNABEBESTIES!”

Oh no. You knew only one bitch that was that energetic and annoying: the donut girl. You shivered now knowing she goes to your school, even more due to the fact that she was friends with your most acquainted peoples here at CHS. AJ must’ve noticed your silence, because she spoke up, knocking you out of your panicked thoughts.

“Don’t mind her, partner.” She Said with a laugh. “She can be a lot at first, but you’ll warm up to her.”

Yeah right.

“Good evening, darling!” Said a rather posh voice. You looked up at the girl standing on the far right, who was wearing an outfit that probably cost more than your car. “I must say, you played very well out there, Canterot has been needing a hero on the football team for quite some time. Glad to be of your acquaintance, dear.”

This chick talked to you like she was your fucking grandma. You tried not to laugh.

“Cmon, Fluttershy, speak up!” Said Rainbow Dash, nudging the yellow girl’s shoulder. Damn, first the pink crackhead and now Shy Shelly the animal shelter girl? Twilight and AJ appeared to have poor taste. Well, aside from Rainbow Dash. Someone with her vulgarity in words and ego seemed like someone you could get along with.

“D-do you like a-animals?” Asked Shy Sally, A.K.A. Fluttershy. What kind of a fucking question was that.

“Sure?” You said, raising an eyebrow. “Odd question, but I guess I do.”

She looked down at the floor shyly and played with her thumbs. Alright then.

“Anon, will ya take off the darn helmet?” Said AJ. “Show some respect when we’re talkin’ to ya!”

You reached up and grabbed the sides of your helmet, lifting it off your head. You shivered a bit when the cool night wind hit your sweat soaked hair. “I don’t see how it’s disrespectful, but alright, mom.” You said sarcastically.

Pinkie’s face lit up when she saw yours. Oh no.

“OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH!” She exclaimed, hopping up and down. “IKNOWHIM!”

“Unfortunately.” You added.

“HECOMESBYSUGARCUBECORNERALLTHETIME!”

“You’re pretty ugly for an all-star jock.” Added Rainbow Dash with a smirk.

“Blow me.” You said, returning the smile. She laughed and flipped you off. She’s definitely cool by your standards.

“Rainbow!” Said Rarity, punching her arm. “I apologize, Mister Anon. I’ll have you know she’s only joking, you’re a very handsome man if I do say so myself.” She said with a blush.

Jeez, the queen of fucking England was hitting on you already.

“Why thank you, m’lady.” You said, mocking her accent. She didn’t seem to get that you were being sarcastic, because she giggled and blushed even harder. Anon, you’re fucking retarded.

Fluttershy remained silent, and you were fine with that.

“Nice meeting you all, but I’m gonna split.” You said, pointing a thumb over your shoulder. “I’m exhausted and I gotta get home. If I stay any longer I’ll fall asleep while driving home.”

“Fair enough, I’ll see ya at the acres tomorrow?” Said AJ.

“For sure.” You smiled.

You said your goodbyes and headed back to the locker room to get showered up, changed, and head home.

***

You entered your front door, nearly collapsing from exhaustion.

“Hey there, buddy!” Said Shaw from his recliner. He raised his beer bottle to you. “You tore their asses open like wrapping paper on Christmas morning!”

You laughed tiredly. Never heard that one before.

“I take it you watched the game?” You asked, walking into the living room and collapsing onto the sofa.

“Of course I did!” Exclaimed your uncle. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’d give you a beer, but you seem a lil out of it. I take it the Redbulls worked?”

“Like a champ.” You said, muffled as your face was buried in a pillow.

“I was gonna come over and talk to you, but you looked busy with all your girlfriends.” He said with a laugh, taking a sip from his beer.

“Please,” you said, raising your head from the pillow. “All but two are more of an inconvenience to me. I know one because she gave me a job on her ranch. The other I just worked on a project with. The rest don’t really mean anything to me.”

“Heh heh, whatever you say kiddo. Why don’t you hit the sack? You need the rest.”

You sat up, getting up from the sofa and heading to your room. “Gladly.”