Say cheese!by Ninjachris01ChaptersPrologue another dayChapter 1 start of a new careerChapter 2 first costumersPrologue another dayAnother day another violent awakening by my father's screaming. The fucker is always drunk off his ass so he'll use any excuse to yell at me. All the yelling made me late to school yet again. No doubt he'll scream at me for that to. But of course he doesn't have the decency to drive me so I have to rush to get dressed and run a couple miles to get to school. Once I get into school I go to my first block with Miss Harshwhinny. Since I missed the majority of the class Miss Harshwhinny decided to spend the last 10 minutes of class yelling at me for my tardiness. The school hallways where a nightmare all by themselves. It was either I go out there and I'm fine or the bullies find me and beat the shit out of me. Honestly it's a flip of a coin if I'll get caught or not. I'm barely passing any of my classes. Let's be honest here, I do have potential, but no one cares so why should I. But of course the Principles Luna and Celestia are always on my case. Luna just yells at me while Celestia looks at me disapprovingly. But I've gotten used to them by now. They do this at the end of every day and yet their rants are never the same. I swear they are scripted. The other students never seem to notice me though. They see me, but they can't hear me. I've grown used to that too but there is one thing I will never get over. They all ignore me and just keep having their fun. Their laughing ticks me off so much. They never notice me all the while flaunting their happiness and their family that they are so close to. The worst of them all is those six students that just spout bullshit about love and friendship all day long. The hours just pass by at a snail's pace. When I get home I see my father passed out drunk. That was rather lucky for me. It saved me a lecture. This time though my mother is home watching TV. She doesn't acknowledge me in the slightest. But that was usual for her. Ever since I learned how to walk she has neglected me. But my sister on the other hand was always pampered and smothered with everything. They say your not supposed to pick favorites, but my mother clearly didn't hear that one. My sister is just an arrogant pretty princess and her friends are even worse. Although she is a pain in my ass, Silver Spoon can be nice sometimes. I'm willing to admit there are times I feel like I've grown a little attached. But most of time she's just an asshole. My father is a gambling alcoholic that will sell anything of mine to keep his addictions a float since mother cut him off. My only saving grace is that my bedroom is in the attic and that slows the old man. He can only get up there when he's sober enough because he can't climb my ladder drunk. Living in the attic has very little upsides, but it's better then focusing on all the bad. Laying down on my old mattress on the floor all I can think about is having control of my own life. Everyday is pain for me and the only reason I'm still around is because it would look bad on my mother if I were to disappear. She only cares about her business and that's what she is molding Silver for. But not a single dime will go to me because to her I'm just a failure. Lately my mind has been going into dark places lately. Looking at my emotions and my mirror they both seem to agree. I'm just that antisocial kid who will one day end up doing something we'll all regret. To be honest I don't mind that line of thought. When I was younger I might have been concerned, but now my hatred has grown too much. Now I just can't bring myself to care and I blame everyone else for it. God I can't keep my eyes open for much longer. Midnight is the only time I can be alone. My parents screaming downstairs disturbs my solitude but it's the best I'm able to get. They'll stop eventually and go to their room. Which I should mention is exactly below me. Then they'll have very loud angery sex which really just sounds like fighting with moans. I always try and fall asleep before that though. It's hard to sleep through that cacophony. Well goodnight me. I hope the nightmares don't come tonight. Chapter 1 start of a new careerNormally on Saturdays my father ruins it by beating and yelling at me. The only way I can actually enjoy what I have left is to wake up earlier then him. That way I can just leave a note and be gone all day and come back when he passed out. When I leave the house I am normally able to steal a few dollars to do something from mom. But this time she was awake and alert like the she-devil she is. So today I have no money just a hope for something good to happen to me. But nothing ever does at least I can get some fresh air. Walking around the alley ways is just asking for trouble for some people but not for me. These alley ways are my little maze where I cannot be found and I can enjoy the silence. Here is the only place I feel free and in control. No one lives in here I made sure of that all the entrance are locked by me. Plus I laid out some traps just in case. Speaking of traps I walk past my bear trap it's in a little hole with cardboard covering it. Does this put my morals into question sure but fuck that these Alleys are mine. Walking to the center of this maze of mine there is my little home. There is a garden on the outskirts of my home. But then all over the walls are my spray paintings. Near the center are a table with four chairs incase of visitors. no matter how unlikely that may be it's better to be safe then sorry. Then there's my couch it's covered in a tarp because bugs tried to get into it. Then my bookshelves that hold all my important things I own. There's pictures of the family when we all got along. Then there's my piggy bank filled with change I find. Then there are books about survival, how to make things, and stuff like that. Next are my knifes and other weapons for self defense of course. Bags of marijuana and some antidepression and antianxity pills just in case. That should have been it but I notice a Polaroid camera just sitting there fairly damaged and some burn marks. Before I touch the camera I grab a big knife and go and check my traps or if someone got in. But I checked and tried again looking for some clues but nothing. Going back to my home I look back at the camera and examine it closer. There seems to be some burn marks and the metal around them melted a little. There seems to be a little damage on the camera like it was dropped a hundred times. Well I guess this is mine now I might as well see if it can actually take pictures. Walking out I first go to this sky scraper like building. I get close to it get on the floor and take the picture in an upward angle. Not even looking at the picture I print it and move on. Next is a bridge crossing a big river nothing fancy just took the shot. Printing it I started to head back I see a cat and take one more picture. Looking at the cat picture to see if it blurred it showed something completely different. Looking at it I grow a sense of horror as I wanted to vomit. The cat looked like it was gutted and someone tried to turn him inside out unsuccessfully. Looking away in disgust I see it again but not from the photo this time. The healthy cat I saw earlier was now just like the photo. Panicking I look at the other two pictures and they were messed up to. The sky scraper was set completely ablaze not any part of the building was safe. The bridge collapsed at the midpoint and took out the rest of the bridge with it. Running as fast as I could I had to confirm if this was happening. When I arrived to each site they were just like the photos. I'm not even going insane because other people are panicking to. There are some sirens in the distance. Dazed and confused I walk back to my secret home. Making it back I sit on one of the chairs and think of what I've done. Thinking of what the camera can do. No that can't be confirmed yet but if it is the real deal i couldn't wait. For most of my life it's been nothing but sadness and suffering. But with this I finally have the control I've always wanted. This camera can do amazing things but I have to remember one thing. That this is still a camera. This camera can be broken into a million of peaces. This camera can be taken from me at any point of the day if I'm not careful. This is my first opportunity I had for a good life so thank you. To whoever gave me this amazing game changer thank you with all of my heart. Chapter 2 first costumersCanterlot high the friendliest school or so they claim. Most of the school is like this but the ones who aren't are hidden away. No one knows my name and I don't even know the others who fell in the cracks. Maybe I'm the only one but everyone has the entire schools students name, birthdays, excetera excetera. Ranting is the only thing I seem to do anymore but in my defense not much I can do walking to school. . . . I'm still in shock aren't I? Looking down at the camera hanging from my neck I wonder what I can do with it. Killing randomly might lead it back to me since I took there picture beforehand. But is any of this real and if it is what the hell is this? riiiing Looking back up I see the school was being swarmed by people. Better hurry up or ill be late again so I have to join the swarm. Everyone went to there respective classrooms so fast that it was just me and some delinquents. "Hey" speaking of delinquents this is dumbbell a bully that has taken an interest with me. "I'm talking to you Rich boy." But yet he doesn't know my name. Typical. Two of his lackey's sitel up next to me. These three are a disgrace to humanity in every way shape or form. These three might be useful in someways now that im thinking about it. Yes those scum won't be missed by anyone I just need to play my cards right. Putting my best con act I can I say "I've been looking for you three" they looked at me confused but I March on. " Look I know that I'm your favorite punching bag and all but I want to offer putting a stop to all of this." They laugh at me realizing what I'm trying to do. "Hehe tell me why would I bargain with you when I can just take it." That sadistic grin will be put to an end if this works. "My father is constructing a club for the elites only I could get you in if you leave me alone." Trying to hide a quiver in my voice I had to admit to myself that I was scared is that this doesn't work I am dead man walking. Not the other way around like I hoped for. "Really now?" He questions excitedly while the other two glanced at each other with a shit eating grin. "Y - yay all you need is your photo on the wall to get in. B - but you can't pick on me if I - I do this." Letting my fear show through I stutter just for good measure. "Deal we won't pick on you just use that camera and get us in." that was the worse poker face I've ever seen but that's useless info. Backing up and taking the picture I nod and started down the hallway. They did most of the work for me honestly. They were dumb enough to let me take the picture that was their first mistake. Mistake number two was to do it in the hallway with no cameras operational. Lastly they trusted that I would do something from them. HA what a joke, I'd rather die before helping them. But the moment of Truth was about to be decided on a photo. Looking down at the photo I smiled ear to ear. The lights have blown out and there was glass everywhere. Next thing I notice is the lockers crumbled up into a ball. Cracks we're all over the floor and the walls like they were about to collapse. Maybe with practice I'll find a way to minimize the damage to Just the person. But the camera has worked its magic looking at the center of the picture where once where three guys standing side-by-side was now a monstrosity. They were whering each others skin like they we're attempting and failing at being one being. None of them fit and there body parts had broken free of their confinements. There heads were no where in sight but you could see the outline of one of them. Glancing back to confirm what happened. they seemed to be alive but the blood was pooling out fast so it wouldn't take long. Making my way to class the teacher screamed at me for being late. But unlike all the other times my smile never left my face. This was just the first of many to come. I wonder who will find them first?
Prologue another dayAnother day another violent awakening by my father's screaming. The fucker is always drunk off his ass so he'll use any excuse to yell at me. All the yelling made me late to school yet again. No doubt he'll scream at me for that to. But of course he doesn't have the decency to drive me so I have to rush to get dressed and run a couple miles to get to school. Once I get into school I go to my first block with Miss Harshwhinny. Since I missed the majority of the class Miss Harshwhinny decided to spend the last 10 minutes of class yelling at me for my tardiness. The school hallways where a nightmare all by themselves. It was either I go out there and I'm fine or the bullies find me and beat the shit out of me. Honestly it's a flip of a coin if I'll get caught or not. I'm barely passing any of my classes. Let's be honest here, I do have potential, but no one cares so why should I. But of course the Principles Luna and Celestia are always on my case. Luna just yells at me while Celestia looks at me disapprovingly. But I've gotten used to them by now. They do this at the end of every day and yet their rants are never the same. I swear they are scripted. The other students never seem to notice me though. They see me, but they can't hear me. I've grown used to that too but there is one thing I will never get over. They all ignore me and just keep having their fun. Their laughing ticks me off so much. They never notice me all the while flaunting their happiness and their family that they are so close to. The worst of them all is those six students that just spout bullshit about love and friendship all day long. The hours just pass by at a snail's pace. When I get home I see my father passed out drunk. That was rather lucky for me. It saved me a lecture. This time though my mother is home watching TV. She doesn't acknowledge me in the slightest. But that was usual for her. Ever since I learned how to walk she has neglected me. But my sister on the other hand was always pampered and smothered with everything. They say your not supposed to pick favorites, but my mother clearly didn't hear that one. My sister is just an arrogant pretty princess and her friends are even worse. Although she is a pain in my ass, Silver Spoon can be nice sometimes. I'm willing to admit there are times I feel like I've grown a little attached. But most of time she's just an asshole. My father is a gambling alcoholic that will sell anything of mine to keep his addictions a float since mother cut him off. My only saving grace is that my bedroom is in the attic and that slows the old man. He can only get up there when he's sober enough because he can't climb my ladder drunk. Living in the attic has very little upsides, but it's better then focusing on all the bad. Laying down on my old mattress on the floor all I can think about is having control of my own life. Everyday is pain for me and the only reason I'm still around is because it would look bad on my mother if I were to disappear. She only cares about her business and that's what she is molding Silver for. But not a single dime will go to me because to her I'm just a failure. Lately my mind has been going into dark places lately. Looking at my emotions and my mirror they both seem to agree. I'm just that antisocial kid who will one day end up doing something we'll all regret. To be honest I don't mind that line of thought. When I was younger I might have been concerned, but now my hatred has grown too much. Now I just can't bring myself to care and I blame everyone else for it. God I can't keep my eyes open for much longer. Midnight is the only time I can be alone. My parents screaming downstairs disturbs my solitude but it's the best I'm able to get. They'll stop eventually and go to their room. Which I should mention is exactly below me. Then they'll have very loud angery sex which really just sounds like fighting with moans. I always try and fall asleep before that though. It's hard to sleep through that cacophony. Well goodnight me. I hope the nightmares don't come tonight.
Chapter 1 start of a new careerNormally on Saturdays my father ruins it by beating and yelling at me. The only way I can actually enjoy what I have left is to wake up earlier then him. That way I can just leave a note and be gone all day and come back when he passed out. When I leave the house I am normally able to steal a few dollars to do something from mom. But this time she was awake and alert like the she-devil she is. So today I have no money just a hope for something good to happen to me. But nothing ever does at least I can get some fresh air. Walking around the alley ways is just asking for trouble for some people but not for me. These alley ways are my little maze where I cannot be found and I can enjoy the silence. Here is the only place I feel free and in control. No one lives in here I made sure of that all the entrance are locked by me. Plus I laid out some traps just in case. Speaking of traps I walk past my bear trap it's in a little hole with cardboard covering it. Does this put my morals into question sure but fuck that these Alleys are mine. Walking to the center of this maze of mine there is my little home. There is a garden on the outskirts of my home. But then all over the walls are my spray paintings. Near the center are a table with four chairs incase of visitors. no matter how unlikely that may be it's better to be safe then sorry. Then there's my couch it's covered in a tarp because bugs tried to get into it. Then my bookshelves that hold all my important things I own. There's pictures of the family when we all got along. Then there's my piggy bank filled with change I find. Then there are books about survival, how to make things, and stuff like that. Next are my knifes and other weapons for self defense of course. Bags of marijuana and some antidepression and antianxity pills just in case. That should have been it but I notice a Polaroid camera just sitting there fairly damaged and some burn marks. Before I touch the camera I grab a big knife and go and check my traps or if someone got in. But I checked and tried again looking for some clues but nothing. Going back to my home I look back at the camera and examine it closer. There seems to be some burn marks and the metal around them melted a little. There seems to be a little damage on the camera like it was dropped a hundred times. Well I guess this is mine now I might as well see if it can actually take pictures. Walking out I first go to this sky scraper like building. I get close to it get on the floor and take the picture in an upward angle. Not even looking at the picture I print it and move on. Next is a bridge crossing a big river nothing fancy just took the shot. Printing it I started to head back I see a cat and take one more picture. Looking at the cat picture to see if it blurred it showed something completely different. Looking at it I grow a sense of horror as I wanted to vomit. The cat looked like it was gutted and someone tried to turn him inside out unsuccessfully. Looking away in disgust I see it again but not from the photo this time. The healthy cat I saw earlier was now just like the photo. Panicking I look at the other two pictures and they were messed up to. The sky scraper was set completely ablaze not any part of the building was safe. The bridge collapsed at the midpoint and took out the rest of the bridge with it. Running as fast as I could I had to confirm if this was happening. When I arrived to each site they were just like the photos. I'm not even going insane because other people are panicking to. There are some sirens in the distance. Dazed and confused I walk back to my secret home. Making it back I sit on one of the chairs and think of what I've done. Thinking of what the camera can do. No that can't be confirmed yet but if it is the real deal i couldn't wait. For most of my life it's been nothing but sadness and suffering. But with this I finally have the control I've always wanted. This camera can do amazing things but I have to remember one thing. That this is still a camera. This camera can be broken into a million of peaces. This camera can be taken from me at any point of the day if I'm not careful. This is my first opportunity I had for a good life so thank you. To whoever gave me this amazing game changer thank you with all of my heart.
Chapter 2 first costumersCanterlot high the friendliest school or so they claim. Most of the school is like this but the ones who aren't are hidden away. No one knows my name and I don't even know the others who fell in the cracks. Maybe I'm the only one but everyone has the entire schools students name, birthdays, excetera excetera. Ranting is the only thing I seem to do anymore but in my defense not much I can do walking to school. . . . I'm still in shock aren't I? Looking down at the camera hanging from my neck I wonder what I can do with it. Killing randomly might lead it back to me since I took there picture beforehand. But is any of this real and if it is what the hell is this? riiiing Looking back up I see the school was being swarmed by people. Better hurry up or ill be late again so I have to join the swarm. Everyone went to there respective classrooms so fast that it was just me and some delinquents. "Hey" speaking of delinquents this is dumbbell a bully that has taken an interest with me. "I'm talking to you Rich boy." But yet he doesn't know my name. Typical. Two of his lackey's sitel up next to me. These three are a disgrace to humanity in every way shape or form. These three might be useful in someways now that im thinking about it. Yes those scum won't be missed by anyone I just need to play my cards right. Putting my best con act I can I say "I've been looking for you three" they looked at me confused but I March on. " Look I know that I'm your favorite punching bag and all but I want to offer putting a stop to all of this." They laugh at me realizing what I'm trying to do. "Hehe tell me why would I bargain with you when I can just take it." That sadistic grin will be put to an end if this works. "My father is constructing a club for the elites only I could get you in if you leave me alone." Trying to hide a quiver in my voice I had to admit to myself that I was scared is that this doesn't work I am dead man walking. Not the other way around like I hoped for. "Really now?" He questions excitedly while the other two glanced at each other with a shit eating grin. "Y - yay all you need is your photo on the wall to get in. B - but you can't pick on me if I - I do this." Letting my fear show through I stutter just for good measure. "Deal we won't pick on you just use that camera and get us in." that was the worse poker face I've ever seen but that's useless info. Backing up and taking the picture I nod and started down the hallway. They did most of the work for me honestly. They were dumb enough to let me take the picture that was their first mistake. Mistake number two was to do it in the hallway with no cameras operational. Lastly they trusted that I would do something from them. HA what a joke, I'd rather die before helping them. But the moment of Truth was about to be decided on a photo. Looking down at the photo I smiled ear to ear. The lights have blown out and there was glass everywhere. Next thing I notice is the lockers crumbled up into a ball. Cracks we're all over the floor and the walls like they were about to collapse. Maybe with practice I'll find a way to minimize the damage to Just the person. But the camera has worked its magic looking at the center of the picture where once where three guys standing side-by-side was now a monstrosity. They were whering each others skin like they we're attempting and failing at being one being. None of them fit and there body parts had broken free of their confinements. There heads were no where in sight but you could see the outline of one of them. Glancing back to confirm what happened. they seemed to be alive but the blood was pooling out fast so it wouldn't take long. Making my way to class the teacher screamed at me for being late. But unlike all the other times my smile never left my face. This was just the first of many to come. I wonder who will find them first?
