"So, tell me about Thorax."

Chrysalis let out a loud yawn as she lounged on the comfortable pink couch, using a freshly chewed nail to pick at her teeth to get a bit of food out from between her sharp canines. Why the hell did they have to meet after lunch? She wanted to take a nap in the supply closet.

"What about him? Just some guy I hang out with." She answered once the stem of the apple she had eaten was finally plucked free and promptly tossed onto the expensive floor. The question was strange in her opinion, why would Cadance want to know about Thorax?

The pretty pink principal just gave her a patient smile while folding her hands on top of that expensive desk of hers, eyes holding a softness in them that put Chrysalis on edge.

"Well, I know you don't like to be around people in general, so to see you hanging out with someone, who doesn't even go to Crystal Prep, simply caught my eye." Her voice was as sincere as ever, and it made the junior student on the couch roll her eyes.

"Geez, if you want to know so much about him..."

She paused for a moment, eyes staring up at the ceiling as she organized her thoughts, lips pulling into a slight frown.

"He's..."

Dry, dark black skin with small divots in the flesh.

Disgusting green eyes with narrow pupils.

Reaching up with a far too thin arm and spindly fingers, she touched the fangs that poked out the top of her lips before hooking her finger under her lip and pulling up. Yellow teeth were what greeted her, most of said teeth being pointed and making her look like a diseased shark. Parting her teeth, she had her tongue slip out, the muscle being a luminescent green and even forked.

‘As if I didn’t look enough like a fucking alien.’

For just a second, she swore she could hear her principal’s voice in her head, berating her for thinking of herself in such a negative light. It just made her growl while pulling her hand away from her mouth so she could reach down and grab a pair of heavy sweat pants that rested in front of her full body mirror. As she got dressed, however, a shiver ran throughout her body as the morning air slipped through her window and over her briefly nude body.

A cold office. A colder woman. Abusive hands and venomous words. Memories that were supposed to stay buried attempted to resurface but she squashed them back into the depths of her mind, and let the groan of her stomach serve as a distraction.

‘...should get some food.’

While the idea of eating wasn’t very appealing, she knew that she had to eat something if she was gonna make it through the day. With a sigh, she stepped out of her barren room and into the hallway, eyes glancing at the three other doors that occupied the walls.

Walking towards the stairs, she paused as she passed the door which led to her father’s bedroom, simply listening for a moment. But she heard no snoring or hint of movement, and so continued on her way downstairs and into the spacious living room. From the large tv to the expertly carved wooden coffee table and a plush black leather couch, it was obvious the house had money.

Not that Chrysalis cared much, it was all her father’s after all.

Making her way into the kitchen, she wrenched the fridge door open and slowly looked over the well-stocked shelves. After a minute she reached in and grabbed a plastic carton of strawberries, using her leg to shut the door before heading into the living room, flopping down on the couch and popping open the carton to grab one of the sweet-tasting berries.

Sitting on a comfortable couch, in a wealthy living room, she looked rather out of place. Wearing a raggedy pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt with a band she didn’t care about which she may or may not have stolen. Opening the container of the sweet-smelling berries, she grabbed one and popped it into her mouth, the taste instantly covering her tongue and she couldn't help but groan in pleasure.

'Fuck these strawberries are good.'

She was just about to toss another berry into her mouth when the sound of their fancy doorbell rung throughout the house and caused her to pause, berry inches away from her maw. Letting out a growl, she dropped the berry into the container before standing and making her way towards the door, wanting to know who the fuck was at the door seeing as her father wasn't even home.

Grabbing the doorknob and not even bothering to look through the peephole she pulled the door open and glared at the person standing there, mouth open and ready to let loose a venomous 'greeting'--

"Hey, Chryssie!"

--only to promptly snap her teeth shut as she found herself staring at her...friend, Thorax.

The best way to describe Throax was colorful. Despite his sleek grey skin, he liked to wear all kinds of colorful outfits that made Chrysalis's eyes burn, and today was no exception. He was wearing a tie-dye shirt and over it was a green and purple jacket that just hurt to look at. Not to mention he had on a pair of green pants and...those stupid fucking orange crocs.

'I'm going to burn them like I did the others.'

Besides his outfit, appearance-wise, he was a tall, lengthy teen like her and his face was honestly rather cute, especially with the makeup he had decided to wear, simple lipgloss and eyeshadow giving him a magical look while his sleek red hair was pulled into a ponytail, some of his bangs allowed to slip free and hang in front of his face.

He was as colorful as they came, and the smile on his lips combined with the kind spark in his purple eyes made her lips curl into the faintest of smiles.

"Hey Thorax...didn't know you were coming." Her greeting was far from welcoming, and yet his smile seemed to only get wider as he leaned down and placed a kiss right on her cheek, making her tense up ever so slightly

"Well duh, I wanted to surprise you!" He chuckled, smile dampening a small bit as his nose gave a small twitch. "...though maybe I should have come over a bit later. No offense Chryssie, but you smell...really ripe."

Chrysalis could feel her cheeks heat up. She doubted she smelt the best, cheap perfume could only do so much after all, but she didn't appreciate having it pointed out either.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion on how I fucking smell." She snapped, eyes narrowed and lips curling into an ugly sneer. Yet, despite her temper flaring up, Thorax just shook his head while stepping inside, looking like a fashion disaster while standing in the expensive living room.

"I'm just saying, may want to take a shower before we head out." That caught her attention, thoughts screeching to a halt as his words registered in her head.

"Wait, wait. Who said anything about going somewhere?" She asked with obvious confusion written all over her face, and she did her best to ignore the spike of anxiousness that struck her heart.

"A couple friends of mine are holding a movie night at their house, and she wanted me to bring you along!" Thorax said with a toothy smile, showing off perfect pearly whites that made Chrysalis clench her jaw, sharp teeth slotting perfectly between each other behind her lips.

And she couldn't help but ask, with no small amount of skepticism, "Why the hell would she want you to bring me along. I don't know shit about your Canterlot friends and they don't know me."

If they did, that invitation wouldn't have been offered in the first place.

That just got a scoff out of the flamboyant teen, and he walked over to throw his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into a one-armed hug.

"Sweetie, I talk about ya all the time! You're my bestie!" She let out a grunt as he started dragging her towards the bathroom, her eyes narrowed and not pouting. "So they'll know what to expect when we show up!"

"For one," She growled, trying to squirm out of his grip, only to find she wasn't getting free of his surprisingly strong grip. "I never said I was going. And two, I don't feel like taking a damn shower!"

Thorax, of course, just ignored her as they stepped into the sparkling bathroom, a sigh leaving his lips once he closed the bathroom door and let her go and crossed his arms with a small frown on his lips.

"Hmph, if you're not gonna shower, which you really should, then will you at least let me clean your hair? It's more greasy than the fast food place my brother works at."

The idea of only having her hair wash made her relax...slightly. She wouldn't have to strip down or anything and she actually...well trusted him. But the idea of getting water in her eyes, having to close them, and lose her sight just didn't sit right with her.

Jesus, she was paranoid...

"Fucking...fine. Whatever." She grumbled and ignored how the flamboyant teen brightened up almost instantly, that sparkle of his returning to his eyes.

"Atta girl! Let me go grab a chair real quick and we'll have you looking fresh as a daisy!" He exclaimed with a clap of his hands, and Chrysalis caught sight of the purple nail polish on his perfectly maintained nails that she hadn't noticed before and watched as he rushed out of the bathroom to grab a chair.

Despite the nervousness in her chest at the idea of someone touching her hair, of the simple possibility of having to close her eyes around another soul for longer than a second, she found herself able to hold the faintest of smiles. Because she knew, deep down, she did trust Thorax and knew he would never do anything to hurt her, and that thought made her chest feel rather warm.

"...he's alright."

A lackluster response, but there was obvious warmth in her voice as she said it which she was sure Cadance wouldn't miss. At the same time, she reached up to run her hand through her perfectly clean hair, teal locks shimmering as if they held miniature diamonds when the light hit it just right instead of a greasy sheen.

She liked her hair likes this, it made her feel as if she didn't look like the love child between a xenomorph and horse.

Cadance, however, just smiled and seemed to scribble something down on her clipboard. "Well, if you ask me, I think he sounds like a great friend to have around and I'm glad he was kind enough to stay by your side even when he left for Canterlot High."

That was something she was honestly glad about, not having the flamboyant teen at Prep. It meant she didn't have to try and hide her attitude or violent tendencies and he could be happy at his new school without worry of her dragging him down. But that didn't mean she didn't miss eating lunch with him or cheating off his homework.

"So, how did that movie night go?" Cadance suddenly asked, and Chrysalis frowned at the question while she moved to sit up, blowing a lock of floaty hair out of her face.

"Uh...it went well, I guess..."

"Did you have to be so fucking rough!?"

"Honey, your hair was like running my hand through a swamp. I had to."

"It fucking hurt, you asshole!"

"And it was well worth the pain and your scathing words."

Chrysalis let out a huff while crossing her arms over her chest, glaring out the window and ignoring the clean bangs that hung in front of her face. It had taken Thorax a good hour to not only clean her hair but also properly condition and style it to his liking. He had settled on a braid that reached the middle of her back and, just like his own long ponytail, let two bangs rest in front of her face.

Why he did that, she'd never know.

It had then taken another hour for him to actually choose an outfit for her because apparently sweats and a stolen band t-shirt weren't fashionable. Ignoring the fact that he looked like a walking fashion disaster 90% of the time, she'd gone along with it and found herself in a dark violet sweater and black skinny jeans along with her usual buckle boots.

She'd refused to wear any kind of makeup, that was something that she fought tooth and nail about before Thorax finally relented.

A splash or three of strawberry perfume later to cover up her apparently ripe smell and they were hopping into Thorax's little red beetle car, on their way to his friend's house.

"Still wish you would have let me put some green eye shadow on you, it would make your eyes pop!" He whined behind the wheel, making Chrysalis growl.

"I'm not wearing that shit, it makes my skin itch!" It wasn't a total lie, her skin hated a lot of makeup and would get itchy and slightly inflamed after about an hour. But there were other reasons she hated the idea of wearing makeup, reasons that were her own, and no one else's business.

"A small price to pay for beauty, dear." He said while fluttering his long, mascara coated eyelashes, and Chrysalis couldn't help but grin while shaking her head.

"So, who is this friend, and who else is gonna be there?" She asked, something she had forgotten to do thanks to all the hair washing and clothes changing. "And what are we watching? Cause if it's one of those stupid romcom movies, I'm leaving."

Thorax rolled his eyes while taking a turn. "Please, you know I don't watch that garbage either. And we're going to my friend Rarity's house, and I think her girlfriend is gonna be there too but I don't know who else is coming."

"Rarity? She sounds posh, I hate it." She said while pulling out her phone. "And we have to be around...gays?"

That little remark got her an unimpressed glance. "Seeing as there's one in my passenger seat right now, I don't wanna hear it."

"I've come to accept my demons I'll have you know."

"Whatever you say Chryssie."

The two then fell into a comfortable silence, Thorax focusing on the road while Chrysalis messed around on her phone. It was a relaxing drive, that would have been better if it were night and not the middle of the day but that didn't stop her from enjoying the drive.

After about ten minutes, Chrysalis noticed the fancy houses they were beginning to pass. Nowhere near as rich-looking as her own home or the ones surrounding it but it was obvious there was money in this neighborhood. And then Thorax pulled into the driveway of a two-story house with a purple roof and almost spotless white wooden walls.

"Come on, Rarity and Applejack are already inside." He said with a smile while stepping out of the small car. She, however, took a moment to calm herself, heart racing at the idea of meeting Thorax's friends. Chrysalis wasn't a pleasant person to be around, it was just how she was but that didn't mean she wanted to risk hurting her best friend's relationship with his Canterlot High friends.

'Just gotta tone down the attitude and not insult them too much. Easy.'

Nodding her head, she stepped out of the buggy and shoved her hands into her pockets before making her way over to Thorax's side, and she may or may not have been standing closer than normal as they walked towards the porch of the house, her heavy boots impacting the ground with a soft 'thump' that matched her heart in pace. Once in front of the door, Thorax gave the doorbell a ring.

"Coming~!" A flowery, slightly accented voice called out, one that sounded as posh as Father's friends when they came over for lunch, and only one thought filtered through her head as the sound of footsteps grew closer to the door.

'This is gonna be a lot harder then I thought.'

Author's Note

Ayy, chapter 2. I was actually able to make more than one chapter, which is nice.
Uh, anyway, I hope you enjoyed. My Thorax is slightly based off of Twinkletail's from their Snuggly Buggly story, thought it would be cute if he was more flamboyant to make up for the metamorphosis in the show.
Anyho, comment and like, helps keep me motivated to keep writing this random trainwreck!