Living in a dorm with my room mate Hank is not the greatest thing in the world, he is an anti-brony who claims he is related to Adolf Hitler in some way, I don't believe him of course but if I tell him I don't I will just start up an argument. I woke up today with a massive headache, probably due to Hank screaming at me almost all night for putting up a picture of Rainbow Dash on my wall "What the fuck are you doing putting that paedophile shit up there?" He said to me, I ignored him of course. When I woke up I saw him sitting on his bed sweating like a fat guy doing jumping jacks, I asked him is anything is the matter but he said no so I didn't push for a proper answer, frankly I didn't want one. I stood up, grabbed clothes and a towel to have a shower. When I got to the dorms showers it was empty "thank god" I said to myself, I am sort of embarrassed to let other men see me naked. I was done within 5 minutes and got dressed. I put my clothes back in my room to be washed later and walked down to the local coffee store to buy breakfast, I had a muffin and a coffee (not a very healthy breakfast but who cares). When I left I started thinking what classes I had today, I checked and it seemed I only had Japanese, I walked to my classroom because it was about to start. The class went for a little over an hour today, I started to walk back the the dorm room when Hank pulled me up "Hey ponyfag."
"What do yo want Hank?"
"Nothing just wanted to call you a ponyfag." He ran away giggling like a little girl, he is the most immature person at this university. I walked into the dorms and up to my room, when I opened the door I noticed something, my poster....it was gone
"WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?"
"I don't know maybe it flew off."
"If you don't tell me I swear to god I will beat the shit out of you!"
"See I said bronies were fags, you want to beat me."
"FUCK YOU." I punched Hank in the nose and he collapsed, he looked at me with tears in his eyes, guess he has never been punched before. He ran out, blood drops on the ground, he must have ran to the nurse. To calm down I started to read my favourite MLP fanfiction, My little dashie. Once I began reading I started to calm down, robcakeran53 sure can write a good story. I finished the story, no longer angry but I am now crying. I check the time, its 11:10 pm! I got into my bed and went to sleep. The next four days were pretty uneventful besides the fact that Hank left me alone for them all. The next day Hank woke me up by throwing a pillow at my then standing on my legs which hurt like hell "Hurry up and go I need to do stuff." He said to me, I end up showering and going into the city since he wanted me gone and I had a free day today. When I got to the city I went to a comic store, I looked around and found a couple of My little pony comics and bought them with the small amount of money I had. I walked back to the dorm and about three, fourths the way there I expected Hank to come out and abuse me like he usually does in that area but he wasn't there, it didn't bother me but it was a bit odd. I was pulled up by one of my professors, we had a small chat and I was on my way back to my room. As I walked up the stairs I saw the light in the room still on which was unusual because Hank can never stay in that room for more than an hour in the day time. I got out my key and turned it, I turned the handle, what I saw in there was the biggest shock in my life.
Hanging there was Hank, he committed suicide. He left a note It read
"Mike I am sorry for the hardships I put you through, I did not mean any of it. I would have wrote this for my family but they hate me. I have one last thing to say, thank you, you were the only person who could put up with me. The letter was too much for me.
It has been three months since Hanks death. I started today normally, I got up, had a shower, and had breakfast. Today though, I decided to go out with my friends because I had a class free day, we went out to the local bar, we each had a couple beers and some fish and chips. When we were done I walked back to my dorm room. I unlocked the door and had a little nap. When I awoke I decided to view the most beautiful image on my computer, a image of Rainbow Dash. I admire her beauty, her coat and her mane. She has her typical smirk on her face. I slowly begin to close the picture admiring her one last time. "See you later Dashie." I almost close the page when I hear a faint voice
"Where are you going?" I turn behind me and I see my greatest dream of all, Dashie, not filly Rainbow Dash like in My little dashie, but an adult one, fully grown and about the same age as she was at the end of season 3. My eyes refused to believe it and so did my brain, but my heart was pounding and it knew it was true, I had my first and my last love.
"So, Mr Human, whats your name?"
