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[RGRE?] NERDS AREN'T REAL
By AnalPlugAnonCreated: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-01-14 15:56:12
Expiry: Never
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>>35208736
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>Nerds don't exist
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"Babe, I'm back!"
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>"Hiiii!"
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>You let Applejack walk into your house, and walk in behind her.
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>She hasn't said a word since you left Moondancer's place.
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"I showed Applejack my O&O game, just like I said!"
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>From the kitchen, you can hear Minuette shout back at you.
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>"How'd it go?"
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"Pretty good! It was a short game this time because Lemon Heart had to catch a train to Canterlot, so we got home early."
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>"Tell them I'm free to join them again next week, okay? And don't let them do anything weird to my character!"
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" 'kay!"
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>You lightly nudge Applejack with your leg, and she jerks away from your touch.
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"How'd you like it, Applejack?"
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>Applejack just looks up at you.
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>She looks scared and worried.
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>She licks her dry lips before speaking.
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>>"It.... It, uh..."
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>D'aww, she's worried about offending you!
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>You can't help but smile.
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>Oh, man, you guess this sorta nerd shit just isn't for her.
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"I get it if you didn't find it very exciting, Apples. It's not for everyone."
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>Applejack just... stares at you some more.
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>The easy grin on your face slips away, and you start to feel a little anxious.
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"Apples?"
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>>"...Anawn, nopony was there."
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>You frown.
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"A few players had other business, so I guess things were sparse. But I wouldn't say that nobody was there."
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>Applejack gulps loudly, the sound louder than it should be in the silent hall of your entryway.
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>>"No, Anawn," she reasserts firmly, "Nopony was there."
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>You feel a scowl stretch your lips.
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>Okay, now she's just being rude.
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"Hey, now. If you didn't like the game, that's fine. Sometimes they're slow-going, bu-"
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>Applejack suddenly rears up and plants her hooves on your shoulders; you take a few steps back under her weight, and Applejack meets you step for step.
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>>"Anawn!" she barks hoarsely, "Nopony was there! Y'all sat at the table like a stump in the yard and talked at NOPONY!"
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>You blink in confusion.
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"Wh-what?"
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>>"Y'all rolled dice, and y'wrote on some paper, and y'moved around yer 'lil plastic mare and acted like you was talking to a big ol' group of ponies! You were ALONE!"
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"I-"
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>>"By yerself!"
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"Would you-"
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>>"Y'all were literally the only living critter in that there room, other than me!"
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>...what?
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>Applejack's huffing and puffing, and you can feel her moist breath on your face.
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>You shove Applejack away, heart pounding in your chest.
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>She stumbles away from you, barely recovering and nearly falling on her rump
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>This puts her on the other side of your door; she's now standing just outside your house.
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"What the hell are you talking about? If this is some shitty horse version of April Fools, then it's not funny."
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>Applejack stares up at you, expression unreadable.
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>>"I'm the element of Honesty, Anawn," she croaks, voice shaking noticeably, "Y'all know I'm about as good at lying as apples are at not bein' delicious."
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"I don't... What?"
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>You feel dizzy.
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"I-I-I..."
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>For not the first time this evening, Applejack looks concerened.
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>>"Anawn, what's going on with you? Are y'all feeling alright? You don't look so good."
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"I..."
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>You feel funny.
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>Like you're drunk, but also completely sober.
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>You have tunnel vision, but you also don't.
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>It's impossible to describe.
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"I need to go to bed now," you hear yourself mutter, reaching for the front door.
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>It sounds like your voice is coming from far away, like someone else is saying it.
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>In the split-second you can see her before the door slams shut, Applejack's eyes widen in surprise, and she reaches out with a hoof.
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>>"Anawn, DO-!"
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>SLAM
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>CLICK
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>You lock the door, just for good measure.
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>Applejack pounds on the door a few times, and you lean your back against it.
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>She's shouting something, but you can't make it out.
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>The words coming out of her mouth don't make sense.
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>It's gibberish.
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>Once the pounding on the door seems to fade, you slide down until you're sitting on your ass.
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>You're still breathing pretty heavily from your altercation with Applejack.
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>"Anon?"
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>Minuette's voice emanates from the kitchen, clear as crystal.
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>It acts as a balm on your confused mind, and you feel your pounding headache recede.
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"Yeah, Minnie?"
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>"Who was at the door?"
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>You just told her, but whatever.
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"Just Applejack."
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>A familiar tinkling laugh greets you.
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>"Was she trying to sell those rotten apples to you again?"
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>You laugh too, feeling almost giddy.
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>Finally, the world feels normal again.
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"Minnie, I keep telling you - she didn't know they were rotten! You're just mad that we only found out because YOU took a bite of one."
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>More laughter bounces off the walls from the kitchen, and you join in again.
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"Need a hand in there?"
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>"No, it's fine. I'm just about done with dinner, anyway."
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>Minuette was always a weird mare.
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>She was the only mare you know who acted like knowing how to cook and clean wasn't the gayest shit in the world.
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>She acted more like a normal girl than most of the other mares in town.
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>Same with your O&O mare friends, for that matter.
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>They were like little slices of home, connections you desperately desired to everything you left behind.
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>These mares were the only thing keeping you sane in this strange, backwards world.
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"Oh yeah? What'd you make?"
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>"..........."
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"Minnie?"
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>"..................."
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>You feel the smile slide off of your face.
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>The house has an oppressive quietness, now.
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>It's heavy and sinks into the corners of the room, and you feel almost afraid to break it.
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"Minuette? You cool in there?"
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>"............................"
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>You slowly get to your feet, feeling oddly weak in the legs like you just ran a marathon.
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"C'mon, answer me."
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>You're still breathing pretty heavily.
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>Your heart is still pounding from your argument with Applejack.
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>In fact, that's not the only thing that's pounding - someone is banging on your door.
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>Probably some asshole trying to sell you something.
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>There's more shouting from the other side - more gibberish that makes your head hurt even more.
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"Are you holding something in your mouth?"
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>She's a unicorn, but she does things the earth pony way half the time; that's why she doesn't speak to you sometimes.
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>That's why the house is so quiet sometimes, even though you know she's there.
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>You grab onto furniture on your way towards the open doorway leading to the kitchen, leaning onto the wooden frame of your couch for support.
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"J-Jesus fuckin' CHRIST, Mins... Y-You cookin' something?"
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>Why is it so goddamn HOT in this room?
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>Did Minuette turn the heat on again?
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>Why does that mare like it so damn HOT?
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>Christ, you're sweating like a pig.
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"M-Minnie?"
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>You reach out with a weak, shaking hand and grab onto the doorway as you finally reach the kitchen, and you peer inside.
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>Empty.
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>The kitchen is completely empty.
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>The stovetop doesn't have anything on it; the table is bare; it doesn't look like anybody's used it since you made you and Minuette lunch before you left for O&O with Applejack a few hours ago.
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>The plate's still in the sink.
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"...Min? Min-max?"
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>You lean heavily against the doorframe, shoulder slamming against the wood.
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>Hard; harder than you intended or expected to hit it.
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>This is the ONLY entrance to the kitchen.
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>The window doesn't open at all - it's not designed to.
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>There's no way that Minuette could have left the room without you knowing.
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>So where is she?
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"Min'nuette?"
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>Why does your tongue feel too big for your mouth?
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>God, your head is pounding.
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>Your heart's beating a mile a minute, and the sound of hooves on your damn DOOR is getting more and more frantic.
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>It's like a jackhammer on your brain.
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>Your legs are like lead and jelly at the same time, and to your surprise, you find they can't support your own weight anymore.
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>You start to slowly slide down the doorframe until your ass comes in contact with the ground.
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"I..."
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>Christ.
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>You...
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"I c-can't breathe..."
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>Your vision swims, and you can't keep the room from prancing and dancing and twirling.
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>Why is...?
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>Why is the room...
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>"...ood thing you got him here when you did, Applejack. As it is, he nearly didn't mak..."
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>"...umor the size of a golfball right on his fronta..."
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>"...ucinations and delusions are common with this sort of thi..."
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>"...u mares telling me he's been all alone this entire ti..."
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>"...ho the RUT is Moondancer? I've never heard of her, let alone some mare name Minu..."
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>"...uilt-up magic in his system. It's simple biology. He's just not built to handl..."
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>"...n't help but feel responsible, mares, we could have checked up on him. We could have done a lo..."
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>"...ho wants to be the one to break it to him? I can't think of nopony who'd react well to being told their best friends don't exi..."
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