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[PopcornPuffs]

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i was painting feathers :I

[Shivaree]

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[SilverSwirl]

Wall of Text Alert!!!!! Wall of Text Alert!!!!!

Warning: This is NSFW! It's a creepypasta story about Pokemon Red and Pokemon Green!

During the first few days of the release of Pokemon Red and Green in Japan, back in February 27, 1996, a peak of deaths appeared in the age group of 10-15.

The foals were usually found dead through suicide, usually by hanging or jumping from heights. However, some were more odd. A few cases recorded foals who had began sawing off their limbs, others sticking their faces inside the oven, and chocked themselves on their own fist, shoving their own arms down their throat.

The few foals who were saved before killing themselves showed sporadic behavior. When asked why they were going to hurt themselves they only answered in chaotic screams and scratched at their own eyes. When showed what seemed to be the connection to this attitude, the gameboy, they had no response, but when combined with either Pokemon Red or Green, the screams would continue, and they would do their best to leave the room it was located in.

This confirmed the authorities suspicion that the games, somehow, had a connection to these foals and the deaths. It was a strange case, because many foals who had the same games did not show this behavior, but only a few. The police had no choice but to pursue this, since they had no other leads.

Collecting all the cartridges these foals had purchased, they kept them sealed away as strong evidence to look over later. They decided the first thing to do was to talk to the programmers themselves. The first pony they met was the director of the original games, Satoshi Tajiri. When told about the deaths surrounding his games, he seemed slightly uneasy, but admitted nothing. He lead them to the mane programmers of the game, the ponies responsible for the actual content.

The detectives met Takenori Oota, one of the mane programmers of the game. Unlike Satoshi, he did not seem uneasy, but very kept. Explaining that it was impossible to use something like a game to cause such deaths, and also bringing up the point that not all the foals were affected, he brushed it off as some kind of odd coincidence or mass hysteria. It seemed like he was hiding something, but he wasn’t giving way. Finally, he did say something interesting.

Takenori had heard a rumor going around that the music for Lavender Town, one of the locations in the game, had caused some foals to go ill. It was only a rumor, and had no real definite back up, but it was still something to look into.

He directed the detectives to Junichi Masuda, the music composer of the series. Masuda had also heard of these rumors, but again said they had no evidence that his music was the cause. Even to prove a point he played the exact song from the game completely through with no effects to anypony, the detectives nor Masuda himself, feeling anything different or odd. Although they still had their suspicions of Masuda and the music of Lavender town, it seemed they had reached another dead end.

Going back to the cartridges they had seized from the homes of the foals, they decided to take a slightly more direct look at the games. They knew that it was these games that gave the foals the ill effects, so they took extreme caution. Popping in the cartridge and turning the console on, the game screen booted. The title screen appeared, and the option to continue or create a new game appeared.

When they chose to continue the game, stats of that game appeared. They saw the names of the foals who had played, usually “Red” or another simple name. However, the interesting thing was the time played and the number of Pokemon they owned. On every game, the time was very low, and all of them had only a single Pokemon in their inventory. They came to the stunning reality that it could not have been the music from Lavender town that had caused such ill effects in the foals, since it was impossible to reach that part of the game in such small amount of time and with only one Pokemon in their inventory. This brought them to the conclusion that something early on in the game had to be the cause.

If it wasn’t the music, nor the title screen, it had to be something within the first few minutes of the game itself. They had no choice but to turn off the game now and go back to the programmers. Asking for a list of all the programmers from Takenori, they found, surprisingly, that one of the programmers had committed suicide shortly after the game was released. His name was Chiro Miura, a very obscure programmer who had provided very little for the game. Even more interestingly, he had requested his name did not appear in the credits of the game, and so it was not.

Looking over the evidence found at Chiro’s apartment, they found many notes written in bold marker. Most of it was crumbled, or marked out, making it very difficult to read. They few words they could find in the mess was “Do not enter”., “Watch out” and “COME FOLLOW ME” in bold. The detectives were unsure what these meant, but knew they had to have a connection. Further searching, they discovered Chiro was good friends with one of the map designers, Kohji Nisino, and this was probably the only reason Chiro had given a part in making the game.

Kohji Nisino, since the release of the game, had locked himself in his apartment, barely leaving in the dark of night to fetch anything he might need. He told his friends and family he was mourning for his dear friend Chiro, but they didn’t believe this, since Nisino had locked himself up the day the game was put in stores, a few days before Chiro had killed himself.

It was troubling, but the authorities finally persuaded Nisnino to sit down and speak with them. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days, dark rings under his eyes. He stunk, his nails had grown black and his hair was greasy, sticking to his forehead and neck. He spoke in stutters and murmurs, but at least he had something to say.

When asked if he knew anything about the foals who had died after exposure of the game and if it had any connection to the game, he answered them seemingly carefully, choosing his words thoughtfully before answering. He told them that his friend Chiro had an interesting idea with the game, something he had wanted to try since he heard the project was starting. Nisino himself knew Takenori, the director and mane programmer, for a long time, so he could easily get a mediocre programmer in on the project with a little persuasion. It seemed Chiro had convinced Nisino to get him in on the project, and it had worked.

The detectives knew they were on to something. This unknown obscure programmer, Chiro, had to have something to do with it, something… They asked what Chiro’s idea was, why he wanted so badly to have a part in making this foals’s game. Nisino told them that Chiro never told him much about it, other than a few details every now and then. He wanted to insert a special Pokemon in the game, one completely different from all the others. It would serve as an extra, a kind of out of place thrill for the player. It wasn’t, however, Missing No. It couldn’t be. With the gameplay time recorded on the cartridges, it was impossible for the foals to have time to meet that Pokemon.

Nisino, throughout the entire conversation, seemed to break down even more with every question. The detectives pushed him more and more, searching through his mind for any and every scrap of knowledge this stallion had no game and Chiro… and Chiro’s intentions…

It was when they asked about the notes found in Chiro’s home that he snapped. From under the couch Nisino was sitting on he whipped out a pistol, pointing it straight at the police while backing away a few steps. Then, just as quickly, he brought the pistol to his face.

“Don’t follow me…” muttered Nisino as he stuck the pistol in his mouth and pulled the trigger. It was too quick for the police to react. It was done. Nisino had killed himself, repeating slightly differently what was written on one of Chiro’s papers…

It seemed all leads had finally died. The team who had created this original game were splitting up, becoming harder to find. It was as if they were keeping a secret. When the police finally managed to talk with anypony who had parts in the game, even the obscure character designers or monster designers, it seemed they had nothing of interest to say. Most of them didn’t even know Chiro, and the few who did only seen him once or twice working on the game itself. Throughout all of this the only confirmation they had was that Chiro was indeed the one who had worked on the very early parts of the game.

It had been a couple of months after the original foals suicides and the death rate had dropped dramatically. It seemed that the game was no longer giving any ill effects to any foals. The call back of the games that was planned was canceled, since it seemed the game was no longer harming any foals. They had began to think that maybe Takenori was right and it was all just a very odd coincidence or mass hysteria… Until they received the letter.

It was given to one of the detectives himself, quite directly out on the street. It was a mare who gave him the note, a very frail, thin, sick looking thing. She gave him the letter quickly, telling him it was something he needed to see, and without waiting for a response or another word, she disappeared into the crowd. The detective brought it to his office, and calling the others in, he brought it out and read it aloud.

It was a letter written by Chiro himself, but it wasn’t one found at his apartment. They had throughly searched and cleared out the place, so wherever this letter had come from, it wasn’t kept at his home. It was signed to be given to Nisino. It started off quite formal, a hello, how are you, regards to the family, and such. After one or two of these normal paragraphs, they reached a section that requested Nisino to get him into the game team, to get him a programming position in Pokemon Red and Green.

As the letter continued, the handwriting seemed to grow more jittery. He talked about a glorious idea he had, a way to program something unseen in any game before. He said it would certainly revolutionize not only the gaming industry, but everypony. He went on to say that it was a very simple procedure to program this idea into the game. He did not even have to add any foreign programming, but could use what was already given in the game itself. This would, the detectives agreed, make it impossible to notice any obscurities in the programming itself. It was a perfect way to hide whatever this was.

The letter ended abruptly. There was no goodbye, no say hi to the family, no write back, or thank you. Nothing like that. It was just his name, written hard in the letter where the paper almost broke through. It was only his name. “Chiro Miura.”

This was the nail in the coffin for the detectives. They had no more suspicion about the cause. Chiro had programmed something into the early parts of the game, something maddening. To further increase this streak of success, they discovered that the programming team had worked in pairs, even Chiro himself. He had worked with another programmer, Sousuke Tamada.

If anypony knew what the secret in this game was, Sousuke Tamada would be the stallion. This was their final hope of unraveling this mystery once and for all.

They learned Sousuke had provided a lot of programming to the game, and seemed to be an average, good guy and worker. They were easily allowed into his home, a fair place, and they entered his living room where they sat. Sousuke did not sit, however. He stood by the window of the second story floor, looking out onto the busy street. He was smiling a little.

There is no direct witnesses to the events that followed. The only thing from this conversation that remained was found on a voice recorder sitting on the table in front of the two detectives assigned to talk to Sousuke. What follows is the unedited recording:

“Sousuke Tamada, what part did you have in the games Pokemon Red and Green?” asked the first detective.

“I was a programmer.” His voice was light, friendly, almost too friendly. “That’s all.”

“Am I right in knowing that the programmers working on the game worked in teams?” asked the detective.

One could hear the voice of hooves moving on the floor slightly. “You would be right,” said Sousuke after a moment of silence.

“And your partner, his name was--” The detective was quickly cut off by Sousuke eerie voice.

“Chiro Miura… That was his name. Chiro Miura.”

Another silence. It seemed the detectives were a little uneasy about this stallion. “Could you tell us if Muira ever acted strange at all? Any particular behaviors you observed while working with him at all?”

Sousuke answered them. “I don’t know him that well, really. We didn’t meet up frequently, only every once in a while to trade data, or when the entire group was called up for a meeting… That’s the only times I really ever saw him. He acted normal, as far as I could tell. He was a short stallion, and I think this affected his consciousness.. He acted weaker than any other stallion I met. He was willing to do a lot of work to gain recognition, this I do know. I think…”

Silence. “Yes?” asked the detective, pushing for him to continue. “You think what?”

“I think he was a very weak stallion. I think he wanted to prove himself regardless of this point… I think he wanted to make himself known for something special, something that would make ponies forget about the way he looked and pay attention to the powerful mind that lay inside his skull.. Unfortunately for him, however.. heheh.. He didn’t have much of a mind to back up that reasoning.”

“Why do you say that?” asked the second detective.

“Well it’s the simple truth,” answered Sousuke quickly. His hooves could be heard moving across the tiled floor. “He was nothing special, even if he wanted to believe so. You can’t become greatness, even if you believe it. It’s impossible… Somehow, I think Chiro knew this himself, somewhere deep in there, he knew it.”

The detectives were silent again, not sure how to steer the conversation. After a moment, they continued. “Can you tell us what Chiro’s part of the game was? What did he work on exactly?”

Sousuke answered more quickly than before. “Nothing… I mean, nothing important. He worked on some obscure parts of the beginning of the game.” A pause, then a little more information. “It was Oak’s part to be exact. He worked on some of Oak’s parts… When he’s seen first, you see..”

“What else?” pushed the police. They could hear it in Sousuke’s voice. He knew something. “We know you know about the foals and the deaths. We know it was Chiro who did it. He programmed something in the game.”

“What are you implying?” asked Sousuke. It sounded like he was trying to maintain his voice.

“We’re implying that since your his partner, if you’re hiding something from us then you could just as much be responsible for those foals’s deaths as Chiro is himself!”

“You can’t prove anything!” Sousuke shouted.

“Tell us what Chiro did to the game!” they shouted back.

“WHAT I TOLD HIM TO.”

Silence. Complete silence.

“You want to know, huh?” asked Sousuke finally, breaking the eerie silence, but replacing it with his voice. “You want to know what is this all about? Chiro was an idiot. He’d do anything for a bit of attention, anything at all. He couldn’t program worth a **** either. The one thing he could do, however, was be manipulated. You could tell him what to do, and he’d do it. He wouldn’t even question it, he’d do it. Just to hear that ‘thank you’ when you received the finish product, that was his reasons. That’s all he wanted.”

Two clicks from the detective’s guns could heard.

“I could control his flawlessly. He’s a lot like Takenori… Of course none of you knew this, but I was the one who brought up the idea of the game, the idea of the entire operation. I just told the fellow what to do, and he followed me without doubt. He knows nothing, just like Chiro.”

A sound of a window opening could be heard, follow by the detectives.

“Don’t move or we’ll shoot!”

“Let me tell you about a mechanic in the game,” continued Sousuke. His voice was more rushed, but it still held that slyness. “Consider it a hint, alright? If you walk around in grassy areas enough a Pokemon will appear, and you’ll have the chance to go into battle with it. It’s a necessary part of the game overall, you see?”

“Step away from the window! We won’t warn you again!”

“At the start of the game you have to walk into the grassy area before Oak appears and you receive your first Pokemon, understand me? Under normal circumstances, it was programmed that even though you’re in a grassy area, no Pokemon will spawn… I made it different. I manipulated that Chiro, told him what to put in the program, gave him all the instructions on how to do it, and he did it flawlessly. It’s rare, but it can happen.. Stepping into that grass, one can spawn…”

“Sousuke, we don’t want to shoot!”

“Shoot me?” asked Souske, laughing at the same time. “Shoot ME? You’re as dumb as Chiro was! Once he found out the truth, he had to end it! It was his fault after all! He shot himself because of it! If you’re so determined to finish that case of yours, if you want to know, play the **** game for yourself! Roll the wheel, and who knows? Maybe you’ll learn the secret for yourself!”

A shot could be heard, loud enough to distort the audio. Sounds of screaming, murmuring could be heard. The table the recorder was on crashed. Ear shattering distortions. Silence. Then laughing. Sousuke was laughing, and then words. “Come follow me… Come follow me…” And then nothing.

The recorder continued to record until the tape ran out. There was nothing else on it. The police arrived on the scene quickly, and to their horror they discovered Sousuke and the two detectives dead. They had all been shot, but not after struggling. The detectives had been shot multiple times, at least ten each, before dying after being shot in between their eyes. Sousuke himself had clearly died of two shots to his chest, straight through the heart.

This game was causing a massacre. At least a hundred foals were dead. Nisino, the unexpecting friend, dead. Chiro, the manipulated toy, dead. The two detectives, dead. And now, even the creator, the cause of this atrocity, Sousuke, dead. This game was stretching far over it’s original intentions. It was killing anypony and everypony who got involved.

The lead detective had decided to put this case away. He stallion who committed the crime was dead, so there was no longer any reason to continue the case. All evidence, all the cartridges, all the notes, all the letters, they were locked away, kept in the darkness where they belonged. There were talks about the entire thing, small conversations every now and then, but over the years even these began to fade away. Eventually, the case was only a memory in the minds of those who experienced it first hoof.

Ten years passed. February 27, 2006 was the date. The lead detective, the stallion who locked away the original evidence ten years previous, was reminded of the awful event that occurred. Although he was no longer in the force, he still had access to files and was helped when he could. The reminder of the event caused him to look back, to open the sealed container that held all the evidence collected.

He read through the letters and the notes. He remembered the mare who had appeared to him on the street that one day and hoofed him that letter that lead to the change of the entire case. He wondered who she was, and where she had come from. Perhaps she was Chiro’s mother… or maybe Sousuke’s. It was far too late to pursue any of this. Far too late..

Sealing the container again, he saw a second one directly behind it. Pulling it out, he read the note on top of it. “Evidence #2104A” He opened it up, and looked inside. Filling the container were exactly 104 Pokemon Red and Green cartridges, each one in perfect condition, untouched since the day they had last checked them ten years ago.

He reached in and pulled one out, Pokemon Red. He hadn’t seen one in a long time. He didn’t know what he thought next, but he reached in his desk and pulled out an old Gameboy. He received it a long time ago, but it still worked. It was his son’s, but he had died a few years ago. His wife was gone too. That was then though. Popping in the cartridge in the back of the Gameboy he turned on the system.

The title screen. Then the option to continue or start a new game. “Tanaka.” That was the foal’s name, the one who played it first. He was probably dead, along with all the others. He pressed New Game, and started a new game. It was normal, average. He walked around, talked to his mother, went outside. He started walking towards the grass.

In his head, he could still hear Sousuke’s words. Even though he was not there, even though he had never seen the stallion in his life, he could still see him, hear him. “Come follow me.”

He was getting closer and closer, only a step or two away.

“Roll the wheel, and who knows? Maybe you’ll learn the secret for yourself!”

He entered the grass. The screen did nothing at first. Nothing at all. It just sat there, and so did the detective, completely frozen, as if time had stopped just for them. The screen went black. and then lit up again, the iconic green background with black text appearing.

The lead detectives weary eyes grew wide. He couldn’t help but read out what was there in front of him.

“Come follow me, come follow me, come follow me. I miss you dad, I miss you my husband, I miss you so much.”

Tears formed in his eyes, falling down his cheeks. Screens and screens of text appeared and he rapidly clicked the A button to continue it. It was his wife and his foal. They were speaking to him, calling to him, crying with him. They wanted to see him, they loved him, he loved them.

“I love you too,” muttered the stallion in a hoarse, scratching voice.

“Come follow me, become new again. We want to see you and hold you, and be with you forever and ever and ever and ever.”

“AND EVER AND EVER…”

“Don’t stay away. You can see us too.. We miss you.. Come follow me. We love yo--”

A black screen. The detectives eyes grew wide, his jaw dropping. The screen lit back up, and Oak was leading him out of the grass. “Come follow me,” said Oak.

“NO!” shouted the stallion, dropping the game onto the floor. He quickly fell forward, reaching for it, bringing the screen back to his face. “Bring them back, bring them back to me!” The game continued on as usual, not responding to the detective at all. “My wife, my foal, listen to me! Bring them back to me, I said!”

Voices… He heard voices, hundreds of voices. He turned around from his seat, looking behind him, and standing in his small room were foals, many foals. Some had no eyes, some had rings around their throats, some were burned all across their body. They were screaming, reaching towards him.

“Bring back my mommy, bring back my daddy, bring back my pet!” they all screamed out, reaching for the game, their mouths agape with horror and pain. “I don’t want them to go away, bring them back to me, bring them back to me!”

“No!” shouted the detective. “It’s mine! My family is here, don’t touch it!” Horror was across his face.

“Come follow me…” said a voice. The lead detective looked over, and in the corner of his room, next to an old desk, was Sousuke. He stood in the corner, tall, handsome, clean. A smile was on his face, stretching across his face. “Come follow me…”

The lead detective jumped up, stepping back, trying to force away the foals crawling towards him, reaching out for the game held tightly within his hooves. “Wh-what’s going on here!? What’s going on!? Where is my family!?”

Sousuke smiled generously. “I’ll show you. I’ll help you get away from them, you see? Just follow me.” Sousuke reached down, and opened a drawer on the old desk. The lead detective, pushing through the crowd of foals, trying to get away, looked inside.

Siting there, covered with dust, was his old gun from when he was on the force. He had not used that gun in many years and had put it away, not wanting to remember the things he had to do with it. But right now he didn’t see it as something that caused pain or that killed. It was shining, it was light. It was something that could set him free.

“Just follow me,” said Sousuke, picking up the gun and putting it in the lead detectives hoof. He formed his hoof to hold the gun, then brought it up to his temple. “Just pull the trigger. That’s all.”

The lead detective turned around. The foals were crawling at him, grabbing his legs and pulling at him. They reached for the game. He turned back towards Sousuke, and smiled.

“My family… I’ll follow you.” He pulled the trigger. Bang. His brains spread the wall as he fell to the ground, dead.

It was a few days before the body was discovered. It lay on the floor, blood everywhere. In one hoof held an empty gun, and in the other was a classic Gameboy with Pokemon Red on the back. The battery had long died, and only an empty, black screen was left.

This was the final murder that the remaining authorities would allow. The last detective who was ever a part of this case personally carried all 104 cartridges away, and burned them all, making sure not a single one survived. There would taunt no more.

However, this is not the end of the story. The code was said to have survived, and was even passed on to other language versions of the games. If you have an old Pokemon game, you can place the cartridge in the back of the classic Gameboy, turn on the system, and roll the wheel who knows? Maybe you’ll learn the secret for yourself.

[Shivaree]

Evil must exist. For it is only in the presence of evil will heroes come to realize their greatness.

My quote for the "say something philosophical" topic.

[DeepBass]

WALL OF TEXT:It's a chapter of my fanfic. It's only rated T, and i don't know if there's any foul language in this particular chapter. I don't think there is.

Broken Strings Chapter 14: Before the Storm

It was quiet. A pleasant silence, in reality, however silent, nonetheless. Ivory and I had come home from dinner, and relaxed on the couch, with a smooth jazz record, and a bottle of wine. I don't remember much, besides falling asleep on the couch. I also remember waking up to a horn prodding at my stomach.

"Hey, Bass. Wake up. It's like 7 A.M."

I immediately knew who it was. Nopony else, in their right mind would try to wake me up so early. "C'mon, sis. Just a few more minutes… or hours. Yeah, let's go with hours." I should've known better.

"You wanna do this the hard way? We'll do this the hard way!"

I felt an odd tingling as I felt myself being lifted from the couch. After a second or two, the tingling went away, and I was dropped on the hardwood floor. "What the hay, Treb? Was that really necessary?" I sat up from the floor, and looked around. "Where's Ivory?"

"Don't worry about that. Now, I've got news about the tour. It'll really help if you want Vinyl and Flats off the tour."

This definitely caught my attention. "I'm listening…"

Treble grinned. "I knew that would catch your attention. Alright. With the influx of well known groups wanting to fall in line behind you, the record company decided to clear the lineup with the exception of my group, and now, they're going to be holding a musical battle to fill the spots. If you want on the tour, you're going to have to fight for it."

I slowly collected myself from the floor, pushing myself to my hooves. "Sounds easy enough. Who else is going to be in it?"

"Quite a few groups. Of course, the only real competition you'll have is Vinyl and Flats, then another small group. They're actually pretty good."

I tilted my head in slight confusion. "Who is this other group?"

"I don't know them personally, but the two ponies' names are Trik Beatz and Mid Wobble. I only know them on a professional level, and like I said, they're pretty good."

I nodded. "So, you're saying I'm going to need to bring my A game?"

"Precisely. Unlike the Steedston show, you've got three weeks to come up with something that'll rock the record company hard enough to get you a guaranteed spot."

I sighed, and Treble immediately picked up on it. "Something wrong, Bass?"

"Yeah," I chuckled. "All this 'Bad News Food' is gonna drive me broke."

"I highly doubt that, Bass. Besides, it's only bad news if you aren't confident in yourself."

I began to canter toward the kitchen to make myself a glass of coffee, since my sleep was so rudely interrupted. "So where are Octavia and Ivory?" Yeah, when you're that tired, you tend to not notice things like that. I blinked, as I saw that there was already a fresh pot made for me. She had been planning this wake-up all along.

Treble was following behind me, and had taken a seat at the table, as I grabbed a mug from the cupboard, and began pouring myself a glass, being sure to add the necessary amount of cream and sugar. "Well, Ivory said she was running low on food, having to supply four ponies, over her usual one, so they went to the market."

I stayed by the counter, sipping my coffee. "Well, then. Maybe you should tell Ivory."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "And why should I do that?"

"Because, sister, dearest… I've got a glass pot full of hot liquid, and you know my aim is truly impeccable. And I'm going back to sleep."

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A few hours later, I was woken up again, but this time in a more gentle fashion. "Bass, my love. It's time to wake up."

I slowly opened my eyes to a smiling Ivory Keys laying next to me. I gave her a soft kiss, and smiled, wrapping my forelegs around her form. "Mmm. Good morning, sunshine."

"Actually, Babe," she giggled, "it's noon."

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Morning."

She giggled, and rubbed her hoof on my cheek. "So, did you really threaten to throw a coffee pot at your sister?"

I nodded, obviously proud to own up to my actions. "Sure did."

Ivory softly tapped my snout, just as she normally did. "You should learn to be nice to your sister."

I playfully poked the mare in the stomach with a hoof. "Well, maybe she should learn that poking somepony in the stomach with her horn isn't the best way to wake them up."

"Touché, mi amor. Touché. So, how long do we have until this competition… thingy?"

I yawned, still a bit drowsy from my sleep. "She said we have three weeks to come up with a killer track."

Ivory raised her eyebrow. "Only three weeks?"

I planted a soft, quick kiss on her lips, then smiled reassuringly. "Babe, I've pulled off more impossible stunts, before."

She giggled, and rubbed her snout against mine. "I know, baby. I was there."

At this point, I don't even think that I cared about the tour anymore. I just wanted Ivory to be happy. But deep down, I was afraid. I wasn't afraid of failing. No… I was afraid of succeeding. I was afraid of that little demon that lives deep inside me. In fact, I was more than afraid. I was utterly terrified, and I wasn't going to let anypony else know it.

After a few minutes of cuddling my drowsiness away, Ivory and I left the bedroom. I had just gotten comfortable on the couch, when somepony decided to knock on the door.

Treble called out, from the kitchen. "Oh good! They're here!"

I had already gotten up, and started trotting to the door, and called back, "Who's 'they,' Treble?"

"Let's just say that they're your allies in this."

I cautiously opened the door, to the point where I spotted a pair of ruby red eyes, and a giant smile pointed right at me. I know who you think it is, and I thought it too, at first. Until I saw the lavender mane, and heard the high pitched, cheerful voice that I could've swore that I had heard somewhere before. "Hi! I'm Midsy!" I swung the door open, and saw the other pony, a Pegasus with a long, brown mane with frosted streaks, styled in an emo fashion, his eyes covered by a pair of dark red shades, almost the same style as Vinyl's. The only difference was that his shades had the letters "TB" engraved in the upper corners of the frames. His coat was a darker shade of cyan than Dash's, and his cutie mark was a dotted quarter rest. My attention was once again drawn to the bubbly, pale yellow unicorn with the giant smile on her face, when she burst into her joyful rant again. "And this is my brother, Hard Wobble! He likes to be called Trik Beatz, though. I don't know why. Anyways, you must be Deep Bass! Oh my gosh, it's so cool to meet somepony so famous! Is this where you live? Why does somepony so famous live in such a small apartment? Shouldn't you live in a mansion or something? Oh! And did DJ PON-E really che-" She was cut off by a hoof covering her mouth, but she didn't stop trying to talk, which resulted in hilariously muffled attempts.

The Pegasus stallion finally decided to speak up, removing his hoof from the mare who was now glaring at him's mouth. "Sorry, Bass. She tends to get like this when she meets somepony famous… or really anypony ne-… No, really it's just anypony. Anyway, I'm DJ Trik Beatz... If you didn't catch that already. The record company said that Treble requested a meeting, here, so here we are."

I stepped aside, and let the two into the apartment. "Then come on in. Treble's in the kitchen."

"Wow," Beatz grinned. "I never expected a huge rock star to be so hospitable."

The pale yellow mare cocked her head to the side, shooting the stallion an inquisitive look. "Are you calling him fat?"

"Totally, sis."

The reason is because I write my fanfic on the notepad of my iPhone, and copy+paste it to Fimfiction. And it's a good thing I did this, cuz I just found a discrepancy in the story. XD

[MyLittlePonyTales]

syndicat

I was trying to Google syndicate to make sure I spelled it right, but didn't copy the 'e'.

[Volt]

Was responding to a PM, in which I've missed the point of one sentence and afterward got it explained.

[knight]

Red River Animal Emergency Clinic

1401 Oak Manor Ave S

Fargo, ND 58103

(701)478-9299

...my boyfriend is a student there.....hrm....btw, I read that entire creepy pasta--who changed the text to pony-talk?

[SilverSwirl]

Red River Animal Emergency Clinic

1401 Oak Manor Ave S

Fargo, ND 58103

(701)478-9299

...my boyfriend is a student there.....hrm....btw, I read that entire creepy pasta--who changed the text to pony-talk?

It's a script I have for firefox that ponifies web page text.

http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/021/e/b/eb6189460948350fe10c668df5d0c41a-d2wx24g.jpg

[SirShadowdeath]

http://www.halforums.com/xenforo/attachments/perfect_student_by_jcharlesmachiavelli-d4e4sku-jpg.3610/

It was intended for the High Octane Nightmare Fuel thread, but the extension was odd.

Anyway, CAUTION: NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. IT'S A DARK AND REALLY CREEPY NIGHTMARE IMAGE.

[SilverSwirl]

Wall of Text Alert! This is a true story that is mine about my walk around town on Wednesday earlier in the week. It's a great read!

Back from my walk. It was a beautiful day outside and no one gave me any trouble for my Fluttershy shirt that I just got on Monday. Actually, several people I met on the street thought it was pretty boss. Except, for a few teens playing disc golf in cheap Halloween costumes who said I was gay for wearing the shirt. I told them I liked it for it's universal message of love, friendship, and being in harmony with each other. I thought to myself, "They are wearing tight, undersized licensed Halloween costumes with masks. What gives them the right to say I am a homosexual for loving My Little Pony: Freindship is Magic!". With the Lord's wisdom as my guide, I didn't become angry with them; I explained to them a little bit about the show and why I enjoy it. They immediately gave up the crusade of questioning my sexual orientation and saying I am not a real man because I watch the show. That's all I wanted to say about it. Have a great afternoon.

[Noedig]

http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/023/4/e/ponies_dig_giant_robots_by_uc77-d4ncci9.jpg

._.

[Noedig]

http://www.halforums...e4sku-jpg.3610/

It was intended for the High Octane Nightmare Fuel thread, but the extension was odd.

Anyway, CAUTION: NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. IT'S A DARK AND REALLY CREEPY NIGHTMARE IMAGE.

Seen it before, not that scary.

Its just surreal. o_.

[MyLittlePonyTales]

Story: To Trot a Mile In Another's Hooves

For another topic.

[Noedig]

......... Nothing? Okay then....

[DuskShores]

Huzrah nu, kul do od, wah aan bok lingrah vod

Aahrk fin tey, boziik fun, do fin gein!

Wo lost fron wah ney dov

ahrk fin reyliik do jul

voth aan suleyk wah ronit faal krein!

Ahrk fin Kel lost prodah,

do ved viing ko fin krah,

Tol fod zeymah win kein meyz fuundein!

Alduin, feyn do jun,

kruziik vokun staadnau,

voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lein!

And that is how you are epic

[SilverSwirl]

http://www.welovefine.com/1978-5389-large_zoom/magneto-rage.jpg

[Jay]

"He knows math and science and can totally build his own Death Star if he wanted to."

Quoting the awesomeness of Imagination's new totally realistic pony app.

[DuskShores]

"Besides,It's technically 20XX,And there's lots of gay people now"

A quote from Bob and George,one of my favourite

[DeadAccount]

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0306816083/Item-Category-20?ie=UTF8

[DuskShores]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7d4VbfPeYPc

[Noedig]

http://na.leagueoflegends.com/board/showthread.php?t=984775

._.

[Noedig]

[Fawkes]

Okay...

Taking bets...

Who saw that coming?! XD

[[[Looooooooool, Conor :3 ]]]

[DuskShores]

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