Chapter 9: Uninvited Guest

John now formed a horribly perverted smile on his face that made me want to strangle him with my belt.  Sadly I didn’t have a belt.  Trixie seemed to read him very well.  Seeing as she started to back off a bit.  Twilight on the other hand...  Well something tells me she doesn’t read into smiles very well.

        “Hey girls.  Want to come back to my place?”  He asked.

        “Are you fucking serious?”  I asked.  “You come over here and annoy the shit out of me, then try to pick up girls from my house?”

        “Aren’t you tired of this douche bag?  Don’t you want to come over to a real mans house?”  John said.

        “How the fuck are you a real man if you still live with your parents?”  I asked.

        “You do too dumb ass!”  He shouted.

        “Yes, but I have two naked girls in my house.  I think that makes up for it.”  I said.

        “That doesn’t make up for shit!  I’ll assume you payed for them!”  He shouted back at me.

        “Wait, what does he mean paid for us?”  Twilight ask, no longer seeming so warm to him.

        “Smooth.  Explain that dipshit.”  I said.

        “Well, aren’t you girls hookers?”  He asked.

        “Hookers?”  Twilight asked.  “What the are hookers?”

        “Girls that you pay to fuck.”  I said.

        “That sounds horrible!”  Twilight shouted.

        Trixie appeared from behind the corner.  “I will not be talked to in such a manner!  I suggest that you leave.  We have a contest to be starting!”  Trixie said.

        “A contest?”  John asked.

        “Yes, and you’re interrupting it.  Now fuck off.”  I said.

        “What’s the contest, I bet I could win it!”  John shouted as I was pushing him out of the door frame.

        “I doubt that.  First of all you would have to have a dick.”  I said.

        “Now I’m staying!”  He shouted, as he pushed me down.  Fuck that hurt.

        I quickly stood up.  Me and my big fucking mouth.  It’s just so hard to pass up moments to hurt his ego.  Damn, how do I get him to leave?  He is an asshole, but a tough asshole.

        “Now I’m scared.  Do something Matt!”  Trixie shouted.

        “Ugh.  John, seriously, fuck off.”  I said.

        “No, tell me about the contest then maybe I’ll leave.”  John said.

        “It’s about who is the biggest faggot.  Congrats, you won.”  I said.

        “One more comment like that, and I’ll kick your ass.”  John said.

        “Don’t threaten my Matt!”  Trixie shouted.

        Aw, she cares.  That’s cute.  Now I really have to do something!

        “‘Your Matt’?  So you guys really are doing something.  I want in on it.  Give me one, you have two hot girls, be a pal and share.”  John said.

        Well this isn’t good.  Annoying piece of shit in my house.  I have no way to get him out.  Wants to take a girl away, and smells pretty terrible.  If only there was like a number to call for assistance... oh yeah, I forgot.  Maybe I’ll get lucky and that one asshole cop will get sent here and beat the shit out of him.  Now to get him away in order to place the call.

        “Let me discuss it with the girls, in my basement, away from you.  Oh, and don’t fucking touch anything.”  I said.

        “What!”  Trixie and Twilight both shouted.

        “Trust me”  I whispered.

        We made our way downstairs and I told them the plan, and how I needed them to distract him while I placed the call.

        “So are you sure calling the police is the best idea?  What if that one violent person shows up?”  Twilight asked

        “That’s what I’m counting on.  You know he has to be dying for something like this.  So you both just go upstairs and distract him.  Hit on him, and do what you gotta do.”  I said.

        “Are you really using us like this?”  Trixie asked.  “I for one, am not to be used in such a manner!”  Trixie shouted.

        “It’s either this, or I have to give one of you away.”  I said.

        “Fine with me.  Twilight, it hasn’t been a pleasure.”  Trixie said turning to Twilight.

        “Ugh, come on!”  Twilight said, dragging Trixie up the stairs.

        I picked up the phone, and dialed 911.  I got connect relatively fast and explained my emergency.

        “Okay sir, we will be sending a unit there as fast as possible, please remain calm and do not anger him if at all possible.”  The operator said.  “Would you like me to remain on the line?”

        “No, this is good.  I doubt he is going to be a problem.  He is kind of fucking stupid.”  I said

        “Uh... okay sir.”  She said, then I hung up.

        I made my way upstairs and heard Trixie shouting.  This doesn’t surprise me.

        “Get off me you mongrel!  Unhand the fair Trixie!.”  Trixie shouted.

        “Trixie?  You talk in the third person?  Wait, that name sounds familiar.”  John said.

        Oh come on!  Please don’t tell me...

        “Oh my God!  Are you Trixie from My Little Pony?!”  John asked.

        “My Little Pony?”  Twilight asked.  “What is that?”  Twilight asked, clearly confused.

        “You should know!  You both are clearly from it, aren’t you Twilight?”  John said.  Fuck, he put two and two together.  Who knew he was capable of complex thought?

        “You know my name?!”  Twilight asked, shocked.  “Explain yourself!”  She demanded, clearly freaked out by the whole situation.

        “You’re from a TV show about magical ponies.  You guys are practically famous!”  John said.

        “TV show?”  Trixie asked.  “Wait, like those horrible reality shows that Matt showed me?”

        “Reality?  No way, you guys are a cartoon, fiction.”  John said.

        I was speechless.  I clearly didn’t want them to know this.  Who would want to find out that they aren’t real?  Damn it John!  Maybe they won’t freak out.

        “We... aren’t real?”  Twilight asked.

        “Fiction?  It can’t...”  Trixie said, depression sinking into her voice.

        They both realized I was present, and turned to me.  It felt like the sadness was leaking from their skin.  Demoralized they both looked defeated.

        “Did you know?”  Twilight asked.

        “I... uh...”  I was stuttering, trying to find the proper words.

        “It’s yes or no.  Did you know?”  Twilight asked, anger now filled her voice.

        I closed my eyes, and then finally answered.  “Uh... yeah.  Yeah, I knew.”  I said.

        Silence.  This isn’t fucking good.

        “You can tell why I didn’t want to tell you right!  I didn’t want this to happen!  It’s not like it matters anyway.  You’re real in this world aren’t you?  Who cares if your world doesn’t exist?  Right?”  I asked, trying my hardest to fix the situation, but obviously failing.

        “Who cares?  WHO CARES?!”  Twilight shouted.  “I do Matthew.  I care that everything I’ve known isn’t real.  I care that everything I worked for doesn’t even count.  Was it even my doing?  Or was it some writer who made me who I am?  How can I even have a sense of self when my personality was probably written by someone else?  Do you even know what it’s like!?”  Twilight shouted as she shot her hate filled questions at me.  “I don’t think you can even imagine that!”

        Trixie just simply walked down the hall and went into a room.  Just as upset as Twilight, but probably too angry for words.  Twilight eventually walked away also, following in Trixies steps she went into the same room, and closed the door.

        “So which one do I get?”  John asked, finally asking something.

        Before I could break his skull open the door opened and a police officer came through, gun drawn, and aimed right at John.

        “Hands above your head, now!”  He demanded.  He wasn’t the same cop that I had been making trouble around here before.

        “I.. what!”  John shouted, in disbelief.

        The police officer walked to him, and handcuffed him.  John was still in disbelief even as he was being taken away.  After the police officer put him in the car, he came back in to talk to me.  He had me fill out a report over what had happened.

        “Do you want to press charges?”  He asked.

        I thought about it.  “No, just get him out of here.”  I said.

        “Alright sir.”  The police officer said, and made his way out.

        I could hear crying from the room Twilight and Trixie had entered.  The best thing to do is to probably let them have their space.  I don’t want to completely fuck up.  I made my way to the couch that I was near and just layed down.  What am I going to do about this?