Windy Whistles Mom & Rainbow Dash Sister by Liquid Onii-Chan


                                            >"And this Christmas~! Will be~! A very special Christmaaaaas-"

                                            >Tapping your foot to the song playing on the radio, your fingers type away expertly.

                                            >Licking your lips, your eyes scan the screen, from end to end, the only things amplifying your focus being the music, and your desire to complete your job.

                                            >Your name is Monochrome Anonymous. Anon to your friends, and anybody who knows you.

                                            >Stopping for a moment, you lean back in your chair, and stretch. During your mini break, you look around your office, admiring how neat, and tidy everything is. Everything is in order.

                                            >Outside, snowflakes fall silently, save for the occasional wind rattling the glass with a muffled rattle.

                                            >NOK NOK.

                                            >"Knock knock! Working hard, or hardly working?"

                                            >Your gaze shifts from the window to your visitor.

                                            >A young woman with sunglasses resting on her head is leaning against your office door frame.

                                            "Oh. Blueberry. What can I do for you?"

                                            >Blueberry sighs, rolling her eyes.

                                            >"My god, Anon! You're so uptight! Can't I come see you, just to shoot it?"

                                            >You cock an eyebrow.

                                            "Shoot it? What're you shooting?"

                                            >Blueberry groans, sitting in the chair positioned in front of your desk.

                                            >"Really? I knew you were somewhat, reserved, but I didn't think you were THIS out-of-touch!"

                                            >You go back to typing, not looking at her.

                                            "If the others hear my secretary talking to me like this, they'll start to disrespect me."

                                            >She waves you off.

                                            >"Who cares what those schmucks think? The only one you need to be concerned with is me! Your favorite employee!"

                                            >She rests her chin on the top of her hands cutely.

                                            >It's your turn to sigh.

                                            "What're you doing in here? Aren't you supposed to be working?"

                                            >"Anon, it's quittin time! Don't you look at the clock ever?"

                                            >You look at the time. 8:00 PM. She's right.

                                            "Oh. Looks like I lost track of time."

                                            >Blue stares at you with a disappointed look.

                                            >"Uh-huh...annnnnd....?"

                                            "And what?"


                                            >She facepalms.

                                            >"The Christmas party! We hold it every year, before we close for the season! Remember?"

                                            >Still not looking at her, you stay quiet, saving your work, and shutting down the computer.

                                            >"You're coming this year, right?"

                                            "..."

                                            >You stare at the screen half-listening, your mind on something else entirely.

                                            >"Yoo-hoo~ Earth to Anon. You still there?"

                                            >A hand waving in your face, snaps you out of your spacing out.

                                            "H-huh? What?"

                                            >Blueberry sighs, shaking her head, as you stand up.

                                            >"You said you'd go to the party this time! Remember?"

                                            "Did I? It must've slipped my mind..."

                                            >You retrieve your coat, and scarf off the back of your chair.

                                            >"You did! In fact, you've promised to do this every year since I started this job!"

                                            >You put on your hat, obviously planning to go straight home.

                                            "Hm. Well. I'm afraid I have to skip it again this year."

                                            >Blueberry pokes out her bottom lip, and lowers her eyelids.

                                            >"Oh really? Got a hot date planned? A little Mistletoe action? Hah? Haaaah?"

                                            "I could write you up for this."

                                            >"You could, but you love me too much!"

                                            "Hnnngh..."

                                            >She can be such a pain, but she's the only person who actually speaks to you these days. She was the only one who spoke to you in High School as well.

                                            >Your personality doesn't exactly scream "Approachable", and "Friendly". Wonder what spurred her to talk to you?

                                            >You shoo her out of your office, locking up behind yourself.

                                            >"So? What is it?"

                                            "What is what?"

                                            >"Is it a hot date? Is there finally a special lady in your life?"

                                            "Nope. I'm too busy for that sort of thing."

                                            >She follows you to the elevator, tilting her head in thought.

                                            >"Say...How DO you spend your holidays?"

                                            "What do you mean?"

                                            >"It's not that complex of a question. I mean, every year around this time you just pack up and leave without so much a hint as to what you're doing! Are you gonna see your family? Go out of town? What?"

                                            "..."

                                            >You don't want to answer. It's none of her business.

                                            >DING.


                                            >The Elevator doors open up to an empty inside.

                                            >"Anon! Don't ignore me!"

                                            >You step inside, Blueberry closely behind like your shadow.

                                            "Grrr..."

                                            >"Don't growl at me either! Just answer the question!"

                                            >She leans in close, staring you in the eyes.

                                            >You try to look away. She's always had the Jungle Book ability like Mowgli. Not the Disney version.

                                            >"Anon...."

                                            "...Okay! God."

                                            >She backs away victorious, and folding her arms.

                                            "I just go straight home, and watch TV specials! There! You happy?"

                                            >Her look of confidence turns to pity quickly.

                                            >"Oh Anon...you poor thing. Do you not have family to spend Christmas with? Wait. Are you like Batman?!"

                                            >You pinch the bridge of your nose.

                                            "My family is alive, and well, I assure you."

                                            >She puts a finger to her chin.

                                            >"Are they....you know...?"

                                            "What are you talking about now?"

                                            >DING. Parking Garage. The automated voice screeches out.

                                            >"Are they like, Redneck Hillbillies?"

                                            "NO."

                                            >You start heading to your car, still being shadowed by the inquisitive Blueberry.

                                            >So then why don't you go see them? You have a couple weeks!"

                                            "Because of personal reasons."

                                            >"Such as?"

                                            "It's called "Personal" for a reason."

                                            >"Anon. It's me. Geez."

                                            >You take a deep breath, ignoring her once again, finally finding your car.

                                            >Unlocking the door, you get in with a grunt. Blueberry gets in on the other side.

                                            "What are you doing?"

                                            >"Waiting for my answer!"

                                            "What? Get out. Don't you have a party to attend?"

                                            >"Aw shucks, Nonny. I always have time for you~!"

                                            >You drag a hand down your face in irritation.

                                            " I swear to god, you're insatiable."

                                            >"I'm your best friend. It's what we do."

                                            >You look at Blue, who is staring at you attentively.

                                            "I...don't really get along with them."

                                            >"Why not? Were they abusive?"

                                            "No. Nothing like that. I just wasn't their favorite child."

                                            >Her eyes widen.

                                            >"WHAAAAT? But-but-you're like super smart, and have an awesome job that pays well!"

                                            >You chuckle.

                                            "Yeah, but I can't play football to save my life, or run fast."


                                            >Blueberry thinks for a second, and opens her mouth.

                                            "No, My family isn't comprised of blue hedgehogs."

                                            >"Uh...I wasn't gonna ask that..."

                                            >She looks away with crimson cheeks. Looks like you nailed it.

                                            "It's like this. My little sister is a super-athlete, and well..my parents just chose to support her more than me. You can't exactly make noise, and wave flags around as your kid takes his SAT."

                                            >"....That's so sad..."

                                            >You shrug.

                                            "It is, what it is."

                                            >"But it explains a lot about you."

                                            "Does it now?"

                                            >She nods.

                                            >"You obviously want the approval and love of your parents! You're emotionless, because you don't want to be hurt or let-down like you feel your family did to you. Right?"

                                            "Are you my secretary, or my Psychiatrist?"

                                            >"I dabble!"

                                            >You roll your eyes.

                                            " I assure you that's not the case."

                                            >"Isn't it, though?"

                                            "No. It's not."

                                            >She curls her lip, unconvinced.

                                            >"Look. You don't have to listen to me-"

                                            "What were you saying?"

                                            >She punches you in the arm.

                                            >"Look at you mister jokester."

                                            "I dabble."

                                            >She grins, but gets back on the subject.

                                            >"Even if that's not the case, I think it would be good for you to contact them. Maybe even go spend this break with them."

                                            "Why is that? I don't have a reason to-"

                                            >"Closure!"

                                            "Closure? I don't need closure for-"

                                            >"Then just to see them."

                                            >She makes a serious expression at you.

                                            >"I think it's absolutely criminal that you stay at home alone during the holidays, when you should be yucking it up with your loved ones! Don't you think you deserve some joy in your life?"

                                            >You lock eyes, sitting in silence.

                                            "What makes you think I'll have a good time seeing them?"

                                            >She shrugs.

                                            >"I don't, but wouldn't you like to try? Just take a chance! I mean, you have nothing to lose, right? If they're shit, just leave with with double birds held up!"

                                            >You narrow your eyes, confused by her slang.

                                            >She sighs, holding up two middle fingers

                                            "Ah. I gotcha."

                                            >You look at the steering wheel, thinking.

                                            "Nothing to lose, huh?"

                                            >"Nothing at all."


                                            >You grip the steering wheel, and let out a deep sigh.

                                            "I'll think about it."

                                            >"Do more than that!"

                                            "That's the best I'm willing to do."

                                            >BB pouts, with puffed out cheeks.

                                            "Now get out. The others are gonna start wondering where you are."

                                            >"Okaaaaay~"

                                            >She opens the passenger door, but pecks you on the cheek real fast before getting out.

                                            >"I'm gonna call you in a couple days to see if you went! Don't let me down!"

                                            "Hnngh..."

                                            >She closes the door,walking off back to the elevators, as you start the car up.

                                            >You pull out, honking the horn a couple times at Blueberry, who furiously waves you goodbye.

                                            >That girl...She's such a..she's kinda right.

                                            >You turn on the radio, as you drive home, lost in thought, almost as if on autopilot.

                                            >When was the last time you even spoke to your parents? Or your little sister?

                                            >What's it been, like 7 years? Time really flies.

                                            >It's not like they don't call. You usually let it go to the machine, but they do call. Just it's always "Our little girl accomplished this" or "your sister did that". It's infuriating.

                                            >What about you? How about how well you did when you too your college exams? Or when you won the National Spelling Bee? One would think parents would be more eager to support the one with academic prominence, over the knuckle-dragging dyke meat head!

                                            >You break out of your internal monologue, feeling your face twisted into a scowl, and your hands attempting to strangle your steering wheel.

                                            >You're home. Looks like you've been home for some time actually. a thin layer of snow has covered your windshield.

                                            >That was...weird. You're usually more in control of your emotions. Especially when you're voicing them to yourself.

                                            >Getting out, you make your way inside of your moderately spacious house. The fruits of hard work to be sure.

                                            >Once inside, your lights automatically come on, and your radio powers up, playing more Holiday music. You toss off your coat, hat and scarf, leaving your soaking wet shoes at the door.


                                            >You're still pondering Blueberry's request, as you plop down into your armchair, flipping on the television.

                                            >Home Alone 2 is playing. It's at the part where Kevin is ordering Room service, and is about to go to the toy store.

                                            "Heh. I remember when I wanted to have a Christmas like that..."

                                            >You're so well off, you could do that, but Jesus. All those sweets, and Pizza would for sure give you Diabetes.

                                            >Kevin's parents are on the screen now, with his siblings. They all have crestfallen expressions on their face at that thought of not being with their child for Christmas.

                                            >You wonder if your own Mother, and Father made such faces.

                                            ".....Hm."

                                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCyhfkOUEqc

                                            >You flash a look at the TV, as this song starts to play.

                                            >"Reunion at Rockefeller center". Is the TV trying to tell you something, or is it just the addled pontification of a madman who's looking for an excuse to talk to people he's cast away for the better part of less than a decade?

                                            >You lean on your elbow, thinking.

                                            >How would you even approach this situation? Hey Mom, and Dad! I know I've ignored you guys, but your baby boy wants to come home for the holidays! How's that sound?

                                            >Yeah right.

                                            "....Sorry BeeBee. I just can't do it."

                                            >And like that you give up. Maybe it's better this way. It's not like you can just pretend nothing happened and extend an olive branch. You're not in the wrong here. They were more concerned with Rain-

                                            >You stop thinking. You're feeling yourself get emotional again. Even saying your sister's name makes repressed feelings bubble up to the surface-

                                            >-and you don't want to expose them to baggage like that! You've done a stellar job of sealing away useless feelings like that for years. No point in drudging them up now! This is what happens when you don't have work to occupy your mental faculties. Stupid Blueberry Cake, making you think of this useless stuff...

                                            >You sink into your chair, letting out a loud mouthy breath.


                                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-g0hkNsZcc

                                            >You nearly jump out of your seat in surprise.

                                            "Oh...It's just the phone..."

                                            >It continues to ring from its place on your end table, until it finally stops.

                                            >Your answer machine clicks on in response.

                                            >"You've reached the Anon household. If you're a business prospect please contact my office number, and my secretary will inform me of your call. If this is a personal call, please leave your name, number and a brief message, and I'll try to return the call. Good day." BEEEEP-

                                            >So professional. Who would have thought in your wildest dreams that you'd be so successful, you could afford to leaves greetings like that?

                                            >You stand up waiting to hear who's calling.

                                            >"-hh! I got his answer machine, hon! You gotta be quiet!"

                                            >"I want to leave a message too!"

                                            >Two familiar voices bicker on your answer machine.

                                            "Is this just cruel irony, or a happy coincidence?"

                                            >The message continues.

                                            >"Hey anon-"

                                            >"HEEEEEY! ANON! It's MOM! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!-"

                                            >You roll your eyes. As energetic as always.

                                            >"I think he can hear you. I-in any case, we were just calling because we wanted to wish you a happy Christmas, and-"

                                            >"It's MERRY Christmas, dear."

                                            >"What? You can say happy too!"

                                            >"That sounds weird. Dashie thinks so too!"

                                            >You grumble in annoyance. There it is. That Dashie worship. Dashie is always right. Dashie is the best-

                                            >"Forget that. We're calling to wish you a happy holidays, and were hoping that maybe you would call us back...It's been so long since we've heard your voice-"

                                            >"Dashie misses you too! You won't believe the things she's been doing as of late!"

                                            >"Ooh yes! She's training for the Town Winter Triathlon! You won't believe the regiment she's-"

                                            >You find yourself picking up the phone. Not because you wanted to speak to them, but because you don't want to hear more about Rainbow's Accolades. That DAMN Rainbow Dash.

                                            >"Hello? Hello?! Did someone just answer the phone?!"

                                            >"Is it Anon? Anon! It's Mom!"


                                            >"It's beginning to look a lot like christmassss~"

                                            "Says you."

                                            >The radio's usual cacophony of Holiday songs does little to settle you mind.

                                            >Last night, you spoke to your parents for the first time in years. It was...weird if you're being honest.

                                            >Despite not being face to face, you could feel how awkward it was-


                                            -10 hours ago-


                                            >"Is it Anon? Anon! It's Mom!"

                                            "Uh...H-hey."

                                            >You hear simultaneous gasps over the phone.

                                            >"An-anon...my boy! I-I-"

                                            >"Is that your voice?! You sound so manly!"

                                            >"Dear, calm down! Let the boy speak!"

                                            >You pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head.

                                            >"Are you still there?!"

                                            "Yes. You don't have to yell.I-I'm here."

                                            >"Oh Anon~"

                                            >Mom's voice quivers and quakes as if she's about to cry.

                                            "Was there something you wanted? I'm afraid, I'm quite busy."

                                            >Watching home alone, and dealing with your issues you mean.

                                            >"R-right! right..."

                                            >You hear shuffling and hushed whispers at first, then some clicking.

                                            >"Hello?? HELLO?!"

                                            >"Honey, I can do this!"

                                            >It seems mom jumped on another phone.

                                            >"You're taking too long! I'll ask him myself!"

                                            "Ask me what?"

                                            >"..."

                                            >"..."

                                            "Hello?"

                                            >Did the call disconnect? Maybe they have a bad signal?

                                            >That's absolutely not an excuse to hang up.

                                            >"Well you see-"

                                            >"The thing is-"


                                            -Present-


                                            >And that's how we've reached now. You stuck on a snowy road, moving at a snails pace, going to your parents house for the holiday, just like Blueberry wanted.

                                            >You didn't even need to ask. They asked YOU. Quite awkwardly at that.

                                            >In fact, the only thing you could make out through the babbling was "Please come home for Christmas" between all the chattering and sobbing.

                                            >You feel a little bad to be honest. Maybe they've changed.

                                            >Or this could be one of the worst experiences of your life.

                                            "...If it's bad, I can just go. Just like she said! The only thing I would have lost is just time, and gas. That's nothing to me...PHOOOO."

                                            >You take a long, uneasy breath, your stomach doing jumping jacks at the thought of going home.


                                            >You continue to ponder if this was the right decision to make, as you turn onto your exit. It'd be pretty nice if your car got stuck in the snow. Just saying.

                                            >Doesn't seem like that'll be the case as not only are they tossing salt everywhere, they even have convicts out shoveling snow.

                                            >The heavens want this to happen. Assuming you're the religious sort.

                                            >You look down at your phone resting on the passenger side.

                                            >It had to be turned off while you were driving. Mom, and Dad just wouldn't stop calling it. It got super annoying.

                                            >You find yourself smiling unknowingly.

                                            >Still....it's nice to see those who care about you be so excited to see you.

                                            >"-All I want for Christmas-Is YOUUUUUUU~"

                                            "Settle down there Mariah. Let's keep it casual."

                                            >You snicker at your own little joke, and you pass by two kids walking into a toy store. One of them has big hair loops on the sides of her head.

                                            >Odd thing to catch your eye, but whatever.

                                            >You'd think that after being gone for so long, you'd have forgotten how to get home. Everything looks so different after all.

                                            >Different buildings. Different shops, and-

                                            "....You can't be serious."

                                            >You pull over to the side of the road, and get out of your car. You had to stop, and get a good look at this.

                                            >A billboard with a picture of the Wondercolts mascot colored to look like Rainbow Dash-

                                            "For an energy drink ad...PHOOOOOOOO-"

                                            >You try to settle down, with a long deep breath, reentering your car.

                                            "Bet I'm gonna hear about that one."

                                            >It's not too late to turn around, and go home.

                                            >Just say your car broke down, and you got towed!

                                            >You got a flat!

                                            >You forgot your toothbrush. ANYTHING.

                                            >No...this is a test. Your willpower is being tested right now. You've been able to repress your feelings all this time. This is no different.

                                            >Deep breaths. Breath in, and out....

                                            >As you get closer and closer, your anxiety rises with each passing second. This is really happening.

                                            >Why is time going so fast? Did it suddenly get hotter?


                                            >Crud. Are you having a panic attack? Not now of all times!

                                            >If things couldn't be worse, you're here.

                                            >Home. Be it ever so humble.

                                            >"AND THIS CHRISTMAS-! WILL BEEEEE- A VERY SPECIAL CHRISTMAAAAAS~! FOR MEEEEHEEEEHEEEE~!"

                                            "You can say that again."

                                            >You park on the street. Just in case you need a quick getaway, and get out of the car. You're gonna keep the bags in the car. You'll return for them once you've gotten an idea of what it's like inside.

                                            >Just gotta get out of the car....

                                            >Out of the car-

                                            >.....

                                            >Annnnnny second now.

                                            >You see the curtains move to the side from in the house, but can't make out who's looking out.

                                            >You've been spotted in any case. Either make yourself known or have the police called on you.

                                            "Phhhhhoooooooo-"

                                            >Another deep breath. Here goes.

                                            >You shakily get out of the car, and slowly close the door. Why're you so nervous? You're a grown man! You're not gonna get beaten up or anything...

                                            >You make your way up the walkway to the front door, taking the knocker in hand.

                                            >nok nok nok

                                            >You knock so softly, there's no way anyone could hear it.

                                            >.....

                                            >No answer. Oh well! You trie-

                                            >The door swings open, your face being greeted by warm air, and the scent of Cinnamon.

                                            >You're meet with a set of big violet eyes, hidden behind tangerine shaded hair.

                                            >Her freckles easily the most prominent feature on her face, slowly rise upwards. She's squinting her eyes.

                                            >She reaches out a hand, touching your cheek.

                                            >"Oh...Oh..!"

                                            >Tears start to slide down her face in an unrelenting stream of joy.

                                            >She closes her mouth, and opens it like a fish out of water a few times.

                                            "Hey M-mom."

                                            >"ANON!"

                                            >She buries herself into your chest, sobbing uncontrollably, arms wrapped around you tightly.

                                            >"I've missed you sooooo much! I thought I'd never see you again! My baby is finally hoooooome-"

                                            >She blubbers hard, giving you a small chest headbutt every few seconds. It kinda warms your heart, bringing a smile to your face.


                                            >Mom lets you go, taking you by the hand, pulling you into the house.

                                            >"You must be freezing! Come on in out of the cold! Come! Come!"

                                            >You can't hide the grin on your face. You weren't expecting such a warm welco-

                                            >What the actual FUCK.

                                            >Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, once through the door.

                                            >A large colorful banner hangs over the Fireplace. "WELCOME HOME RAINBOW DASH" displayed in technicolor letters, with little pictures of wings, and lightning bolts surrounding it.

                                            >The living room is clad in Rainbow Dash merchandise, and pictures of her or pictures of the three of them together.

                                            >There's even a frame with her first jersey in it right next to the entryway.

                                            >You can feel the blood in your veins turning into magma at the sight.

                                            >They weren't waiting for you. They were waiting for her. You're just a happy bonus.

                                            >"Bo! BO! ANON IS HERE!"

                                            >You can hear the sounds of plates from the kitchen in response, but you're just stunned right now.

                                            >Mom doesn't seem to have taken notice of the sudden change in you, as she cutely hops up and down in place like a child.

                                            >Dad finally enters the scene, wearing a Rainbow Dash shirt under a Christmas-themed apron.

                                            >"He's here?! Anon! IT'S REALLY YOU!"

                                            >Dad stumbles a little as he makes his way towards you, pulling you into a big hug.

                                            >He squeezes you tightly for a moment, then holds you at arm's length.

                                            >"Look how tall you've gotten! I can't believe how handsome you are!"

                                            >"He's very handsome!"

                                            >Mom wipes the tears off her face.

                                            "Thank you. Wh-What is all this?"

                                            >You point to all the decorations scattered around the house.

                                            >Dad's face slightly twitches. Was he hoping you wouldn't notice all this?

                                            >"O-oh that? We're just celebrating Dashie coming home as well! It's nothing major! Just a few things..."

                                            "....."

                                            >The room takes a sudden mood shift.

                                            >This was a mistake. This was a terrible mistake.

                                            >Mom cuts the silence.

                                            >"B-but this makes it better! We're all here to celebrate now! We're one big happy family!"


                                            >Mom, and dad look to one another with fearful, forced smiles, but they look like they're about to lose it.

                                            "....I'm going to go to my car, and get my bags."

                                            >Both of their faces fall simultaneously.

                                            >"Y-you don't have to get them, Anon! Bo can get them for you..."

                                            >"Yeah! It's no problem at all, my boy! L-let your old man-"

                                            "No."

                                            >The ice, and venom in those two letters is enough to make mom break out in goosebumps. She brings a hand to her chest with worried eyes.

                                            "I'm going to go to my car-"

                                            >You step towards the door, not bothering to say "And get my bags" to them. They should already have a hint of what you're going to do.

                                            >You grab the doorknob, and step outside.

                                            >"Anon, wait!"

                                            >It's mom.

                                            >You look over your shoulder, fastening your coat buttons.

                                            >"You're coming back....right?"

                                            "....Close the door. You'll let the heat out."

                                            >"But Anon, we-!"

                                            >Dad puts a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head.

                                            >The door slowly closes behind you, as you march back towards your car. You can feel eyes watching you from the window.

                                            >Their hurt looks aren't going to sway your mind.

                                            >You get into your car, slamming the door, and bring the key to the ignition, and a bitter taste in the back of your throat.

                                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xf-QTw615b4

                                            >Your eyes widen for the second time today, as you scramble for your phone, taking it out and reading the caller ID.

                                            >"WIFEY"

                                            "Wh-"

                                            >You answer the phone, completely puzzled to who this is.

                                            "H-hello?"

                                            >"MERRY CHRISTMAAAAAAS!"

                                            "Blueberry?"

                                            >"It's meeeee! Blueberry!"

                                            "Did you set yourself as "wifey" with this ludicrous ringtone on my phone?"

                                            >"Maaaaaaybe~"

                                            >You pinch the bridge of your nose, and sigh.

                                            "Remind me to write you up when we're back at work."

                                            >"Aw hush, you love me."

                                            "A lot less than you know."

                                            >You stick the key into the ignition, while she hums to herself.

                                            >"Oh! Are you going somewhere?"

                                            "Yeah. Home."

                                            >"Home? Like what we talked about home?"

                                            >You look back at the house, with balled lips.


                                            "Eh.."

                                            >"What's going on? You did decide to go, right?"

                                            >You sigh again.

                                            "I'm already here."

                                            >"You are? That's great! Wait...You're there, and you're about to leave already??"

                                            "It didn't turn out like I thought it would."

                                            >"Tell me what happened."

                                            >You open your mouth, but no words come out. You don't want her to talk you out of this decision. To make you feel guilty, and end up staying.

                                            >You also don't want to lie to her. Despite how much of a pain in the ass she can be, there isn't anyone you trust more.

                                            >Leaning back in your seat, you take another deep breath.

                                            "Look...uh.."

                                            >"Yes?"

                                            "I talked to them last night, and agreed to come by, but...uhm..."

                                            >"But what?"

                                            >You feel nervous.

                                            "They had the place set up to greet my sister. Not me."

                                            >You shut your eyes waiting for her to rip you apart.

                                            >"Oh...I see."

                                            >You open one eye.

                                            "You do?"

                                            >"I guess, but I do have some questions."

                                            "Don't you always?"

                                            >You hear the sound of clicking on the other end.

                                            >"Did they set those decorations up, before they called you, or after?"

                                            "They-"

                                            >You think.

                                            "I...don't know."

                                            >"Okay. Were they expecting you to come home this Christmas?"

                                            "Er...No. They were shocked I even answered the phone."

                                            >"Okay."

                                            >Here it comes.

                                            >"So then isn't it possible they weren't expecting you to come home, when they set those up, and maybe got so excited they forgot to take them down or maybe didn't have the time?"

                                            "Aw come on, that's not an excuse! They could have-"

                                            >"The only one making excuses here is you!"

                                            >A part of you imagines her pointing a finger at you.

                                            >"You're just looking for any reason to bail on this, and if you do, I'll never shut up about it! Even if you fire me!"

                                            "I'm not! I just-"

                                            >"Just what? Go on! Tell me why you're going to leave!"

                                            >Why is she so angry? Jesus.

                                            >You frown, and rest your head against your steering wheel.

                                            "I'm just getting my bags."

                                            >Blueberry squeals on the other side.

                                            >"Great! Get to it then!"

                                            "....You're incorrigible."

                                            >"Shut up baby, I know it."

                                            >The call ends.


                                            >You pocket your phone, making a mental note to request a refund for that ridiculous ringtone, and exit the car, with a suitcase in hand.

                                            >You stretch, feeling your bones pop, and creak, taking in a heap of cold air, and letting it slowly flow out like a smoker.

                                            >You used to like doing that as a kid. Seeing if you could make smoke circles with cold air breath. Of course it's not possible as far as you know, but it was still fun to try. Nowadays the kids are all into vaping and stuff like that.

                                            >Heading back up the walkway, you see the door swing open fast, before you're even halfway there. Mom is standing there with a giddy expression, hopping up and down in place again like a child.

                                            >Instead of waiting, she rushes to meet you, taking your bag from you.

                                            "Hey! Calm down! I'm not going anywhere!"

                                            >"I'm just making sure! Come on! Come on! Bo is gonna flip!"

                                            >She locks arms with you, and pulls you forward. You're still unsure if you want to stay, but it's too late now. In for a penny, in for a pound as they say.

                                            >Getting dragged back into the house, you see Dad is back in the kitchen, with a somber expression on his grizzled face.

                                            >"Bo! BO! He stayed! HE STAYED!"

                                            "I-I said I was going to get my luggage, didn't I...?"

                                            >"He's staying? REALLY?!"

                                            >Oh boy.

                                            >You roll your eyes, the novelty of their excitement having long worn off, as the two of them embrace, and cheer in joy.

                                            >You just want to unpack, and maybe lay down...

                                            >Your eyes trail back to the Rainbow Dash banner.

                                            >...Lest you have another panic attack.

                                            >While they babble to one another about what you're all going to do for the holiday, you take your suitcase, and head to your old room.

                                            >"Oh! Anon! Wait a sec-"

                                            >Mom latches onto your arm.

                                            "What is it now?"

                                            >"Y-you were going to your old room, right?"

                                            "Yeah."

                                            >"L-look-uhm...you can't go into there right now..."

                                            "What? Why not?"

                                            >You continue walking, but mom continues to pull on you.

                                            >"It's not decent in there! it's...it's messy!"

                                            "Why? It shouldn't be."


                                            >She looks to dad for support, but he's already retreated back into the kitchen.

                                            >Seeing that she's alone, she starts to sweat.

                                            >You narrow your eyes at here, and continue down the hall to your room, dragging her short self along.

                                            >"non! No! Wait!"

                                            >You get to your room, and fling open the door, to find-

                                            >Boxes, upon boxes of Rainbow Dash paraphernalia topples over on your head, covering you in streamers, flags and a Rainbow Dash knit scarf.

                                            >"Aw...shoot."

                                            "....."

                                            >You look at mom with squinted angry eyes.

                                            "I need to go get my BAGS."

                                            >"Hold on Anon! I can clean it out! I swear!"


                                            ~A couple hours later~


                                            >The last box is placed with a grunt, by dad, as he stands to full height, wiping his brow.

                                            >"There we go. Thanks for helping put all this away, son. I'll make sure it's clear for next time."

                                            >Kneeling by another box in the corner, you close it up, not confirming his comment. This visit isn't going all that smooth, but for Blueberry, you'll give it a shot.

                                            "I'm gonna go lay down."

                                            >"You are? Here? In your room, right?"

                                            "Yeah. Where else would it be?"

                                            >He lets a breath out in relief.

                                            >"Of course. What was I worried about?"

                                            >You shrug, and the two of you head upstairs from the basement.

                                            >That used to be your little hideout long ago. You'd go down there, and play "mad scientist" with Juices, and Kool-aid powder, pretending you were making the super soldier serum. Now...It's just another Rainbow Dash shrine.

                                            >Without so much as a word to dad, you head to your simple room. Just as you remember it-

                                            >Just a lot less pictures of Reed Richards, and Bruce Banner.

                                            >You sit on the bed, and look around. So many memories. Not all of them good ones

                                            >When you graduated from Middle School, your parents missed the ceremony to go to Dash's soccer game-er-Footbowl game. You sat here until it got dark staring at your certificate. You were going to be a freshman at High School, and it was time to grow up.


                                            >You stopped crying that day. You stopped trying to impress your parents that didn't want a smart kid. They wanted a jock, and that simply wasn't you.

                                            >Though the resentment...the anger never left. You just pushed it to the back where you would never have to deal with it. Was this really a good idea? You can feel old things bubbling to the surface...Old, hateful things.

                                            >Crrrreeee-

                                            >You look up.

                                            >"You're still awake?"

                                            "Mhm."

                                            >She quietly enters, and closes the door behind her. She seems unsure of whether to approach you.

                                            >"So...."

                                            "So?"

                                            >"E-ehehe..."

                                            >She lets out a nervous laugh. What does she want?

                                            >"Dad is making a HUGE dinner! It's all your favorites!"

                                            "Oh? Like what?"

                                            >Her face brightens up.

                                            >"He's making things like Taco Casseroles, and Bean salad, and Guacamole and tortilla chips, and-"

                                            "Those are all the things Rainbow Dash likes."

                                            >She stops counting off the dishes with a stupefied gasp.

                                            >"W-what? but you like Guacamole-"

                                            "I'm allergic to avocados."

                                            >".....Ah."

                                            >That once bright smile, drops to the floor practically.

                                            >You find yourself scowling hard at her, making her shrink into herself.

                                            >She facepalms.

                                            >"I'm sorry. I'll go tell Dad to stop-"

                                            >You hold up a hand.

                                            "Don't worry about it. I'll just eat what I can."

                                            >Hopefully, there's a basket of bread.

                                            >Mom stands there looking down at her feet for the longest time.

                                            >This is getting too awkward.

                                            >You pat the the bed, indicating she sit down.

                                            >She happily takes the invite, plopping down next to you.

                                            >Mom looks at you with sad violet eyes.

                                            >"I-We really missed you, Anon. You can't imagine how happy we are to have you home!"

                                            "Yeah?"

                                            >You're unconvinced.

                                            >"Yes. Your sister really wanted to see you. Possibly even more than either of us.."

                                            >Now THAT you don't believe.

                                            "Is that so? Is she coming home too?"

                                            >She nods, keeping her head down, clenching her hands up.

                                            >"Will you be staying for when she's comes...?"

                                            "What? I didn't hear that last part."

                                            >Mom bites her lip.

                                            >"It's...It's nothing."


                                            >She gets up, hugging your head to her chest.

                                            >"I just wanted you to know, we really missed you, and we love you."

                                            "...."

                                            >She lets you go, and leaves your room in equal silence as when she entered.

                                            >You didn't say "I love you too". Was that wrong of you? You don't necessarily hate them, but you don't really love them either. They were just..."There". Not there for you though.

                                            >You lay back on your bed, and stare at the ceiling, not thinking. Just listening the sound of your own heart, until your eyes slowly close.

                                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                                            >Thunder crackles as you head home in your cap, and gown, Diploma in hand.

                                            >The gray skies, rumble and roar, prepared to unleash its downpour upon you.

                                            >It's said when the sky rains like so on bad days, it's angels crying for you to wash away your bad luck.

                                            "If you're gonna cry, at least let me get home first."

                                            >RRRRRRRRMMMMMMBBBB~

                                            "Well thank you. You look pretty sexy yourself."

                                            >You chuckle to yourself, fighting back the pains of sadness.

                                            >Cars drive by honking their horns, with shouts of "Good work, kid!" or "Congrats!". You merely respond with a small hand wave.

                                            >You can't be shocked. This isn't the first time, but it will be the last, dammit. You received a letter from Canter U last week, accepting your application to enter their school.

                                            >Your bags are practically packed, and the scholarship is already dishing out the bucks. A product of hard work, and long hours of studying to be sure.

                                            >You make it home, and trod up the familiar walkway, touching the door handle.

                                            >"...oooo!"

                                            >"....sh! Yo...eat!"

                                            >You can hear cheering and loud talking going on inside.

                                            >RMMMMMMMMBBBBBLEEE~

                                            >You open the door, and go in.

                                            >Mom, and Dad have Rainbow hoisted in the air, who has her lanky arms crossed in smug satisfaction.

                                            >You say nothing. In fact you close the door quiet enough to not warrant any attention.

                                            >"Anon!"

                                            >Shit.

                                            >You sigh, letting your head hang.


                                            >Mom bounds up to your face clad in a Rainbow Dash hat, and matching shirt.

                                            >"You should've been there! Rainbow Dash scored the winning goal at her game! It was amazing!"

                                            >"A-A-A-A-AHEM."

                                            >Rainbow Dash loudly clears her throat from her seat on dad's shoulder.

                                            >"I think you mean to say, I scored ALL the goals."

                                            >Dad bounces her up and down.

                                            >"Yeah you did champ! You were spectacular!"

                                            >She snorts.

                                            >"Yeah! I'm pretty awesome!"

                                            >You roll your eyes.

                                            >Mom locks arms with you.

                                            >"You should have seen it! She was a demon out there on the field! Like a one-girl wrecking crew out there!"

                                            "...."

                                            >"Your sister is a real firebrand, Anon! You just HAVE to make her next game!"

                                            >You say nothing, not wanting to let them see your anger, or hear your voice break.

                                            >"RAINBOW DASH! RAINBOW DASH!"

                                            >"RAINBOW DASH! RAINBOW DASH!"

                                            >Mom, and dad both start a rallying cheer, mom still holding onto you tightly.

                                            >Rainbow looks at you with that same smug look of superiority, arms still crossed.

                                            >The little brat!

                                            >You wrestle your arm out of mom's grip.

                                            >RRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBLLL-

                                            >Mom stops cheering for a moment, to inspect your outfit.

                                            >"By the way, what are you wearing? Did you come from some sort of event?"

                                            >Dad also stops to look you over.

                                            >"Is that why you missed Dashie's game?"

                                            >Dad lowers Dashie to the ground.

                                            "......"

                                            >RRRRRMMMMMMMMMBBBBLLL-

                                            >Rainbow walks up to you taking your gown in her hand, tugging on it a little.

                                            >"He looks like one of those guys with the hammer on Court shows."

                                            >You grab your gown, and yank it out of her hands, only for her to take it back.

                                            "Stop! Your hands are dirty!"

                                            >"They aren't! Stop being a baby!"

                                            >You yank it with more force now, your power causing Dash to fall over on her knee.

                                            >"Ow!"


                                            >RRRRRRRMMMMBBBBBBMBBBBBL-!

                                            >Mom touches Dash's knee with concerned eyes.

                                            >"Anon! How could you do that to Dashie?! She's your little sister!"

                                            >Dad shakes his head in disappointment.

                                            >RRRMMMBMBMBMBBBMMBBLLLLLLLE-

                                            >"She's right Anon. You should apologize."

                                            >Dash sits there rubbing her knee, looking up at you expectantly, but you can feel your vision starting to go red. You've been gripping your diploma so hard, it's crumpled in your hand, causing your nails to dig into your skin.

                                            >Blood seeps into the parchment from your superficial wounds, as your whole body starts to shake.

                                            "No."

                                            >B-B-BOOM-RMMMMMMBBBBLLEEE-

                                            >"What was that?"

                                            >Dad crosses his arms.

                                            "I SAID NO! SCREW HER , AND SCREW THE BOTH OF YOU!"

                                            >KRAKRAKOOOOOOM-

                                            >The thunder cracks outside the house making it rumble slightly.

                                            "APOLOGIZE?! FOR WHAT?! FOR THIS LITTLE BRAT DIRTYING UP MY CAP, AND GOWN I PAID FOR WITH MY SENIOR DUES?!"

                                            >You jab a finger in the direction of mom and dad.

                                            "DUES, NETHER OF YOU HELPED PAY FOR!"

                                            >Mom's eyes are big at your outburst, but it can't be compared to when something suddenly dawns on her.

                                            >"Cap, and Gown...? Was today your fitting?!"

                                            >You bring your balled hands to your eyes, gritting your teeth. Don't cry. Don't cry.

                                            "Fitting? FITTING?! IT'S MY FRIGGIN GRADUATION TODAY! I TOLD YOU GUYS LAST WEEK!!!"

                                            >KRA-KOOOM-BOOOOOM.

                                            >More Thunder breaks the sound barrier outside.

                                            >Through reddened eyes, and a slight trail of drool coming out of your mouth, your posture slumps.

                                            "You missed another important occasion for me, because you were more interested in her little soccer games...again. Now you have the NERVE to take her side when she disrespects something I worked hard to get?"

                                            >"O-oh Anon.."

                                            >Mom stands up, attempting to hug you, but you sidestep her.

                                            "Don't TOUCH me."

                                            >A look of hurt flashes across her face.

                                            >"Come on Anon! I know we missed something special to you, but, she's still your mother-"

                                            >You glare at dad.

                                            "After today, consider me disowned."

                                            >She looks at her knee to see if she's bleeding.

                                            >Mom, and Dad quickly rush to her side, to see if she's okay, and it's just-it's just-

                                            >"What's the big idea, dweeb! I just wanted to look at your dress!"


                                            >RRRRRRRMMMMBBBBBBMBBBBBL-!

                                            >Mom touches Dash's knee with concerned eyes.

                                            >"Anon! How could you do that to Dashie?! She's your little sister!"

                                            >Dad shakes his head in disappointment.

                                            >RRRMMMBMBMBMBBBMMBBLLLLLLLE-

                                            >"She's right Anon. You should apologize."

                                            >Dash sits there rubbing her knee, looking up at you expectantly, but you can feel your vision starting to go red. You've been gripping your diploma so hard, it's crumpled in your hand, causing your nails to dig into your skin.

                                            >Blood seeps into the parchment from your superficial wounds, as your whole body starts to shake.

                                            "No."

                                            >B-B-BOOM-RMMMMMMBBBBLLEEE-

                                            >"What was that?"

                                            >Dad crosses his arms.

                                            "I SAID NO! SCREW HER , AND SCREW THE BOTH OF YOU!"

                                            >KRAKRAKOOOOOOM-

                                            >The thunder cracks outside the house making it rumble slightly.

                                            "APOLOGIZE?! FOR WHAT?! FOR THIS LITTLE BRAT DIRTYING UP MY CAP, AND GOWN I PAID FOR WITH MY SENIOR DUES?!"

                                            >You jab a finger in the direction of mom and dad.

                                            "DUES, NETHER OF YOU HELPED PAY FOR!"

                                            >Mom's eyes are big at your outburst, but it can't be compared to when something suddenly dawns on her.

                                            >"Cap, and Gown...? Was today your fitting?!"

                                            >You bring your balled hands to your eyes, gritting your teeth. Don't cry. Don't cry.

                                            "Fitting? FITTING?! IT'S MY FRIGGIN GRADUATION TODAY! I TOLD YOU GUYS LAST WEEK!!!"

                                            >KRA-KOOOM-BOOOOOM.

                                            >More Thunder breaks the sound barrier outside.

                                            >Through reddened eyes, and a slight trail of drool coming out of your mouth, your posture slumps.

                                            "You missed another important occasion for me, because you were more interested in her little soccer games...again. Now you have the NERVE to take her side when she disrespects something I worked hard to get?"

                                            >"O-oh Anon.."

                                            >Mom stands up, attempting to hug you, but you sidestep her.

                                            "Don't TOUCH me."

                                            >A look of hurt flashes across her face.

                                            >"Come on Anon! I know we missed something special to you, but, she's still your mother-"

                                            >You glare at dad.

                                            "After today, consider me disowned."


                                            >Dad gasps.

                                            >"Wh-What? Anon, what do you-"

                                            >You take a deep nasally breath fighting tears.

                                            "Not that either of you care, I've been accepted into Canter U. Full ride."

                                            >Mom puts her hands to her mouth.

                                            "I told you this the day I got the letter. They were absolutely STOKED to have me. Moreso than my parents finding out I had straight A's through all my grades. Maybe because I didn't throw a ball, or use any muscles other than my brain."

                                            >"A-Anon. That's no true!"

                                            >Mom touches your shoulder, but you pull back aggressively.

                                            "I said DON'T TOUCH ME!"

                                            >"Hey! Calm down!"

                                            >Dad takes a step forward, hand outstretched.

                                            >You step back, and open the door.

                                            "After today, neither of you will EVER have to worry about me, EVER again! From here on, you're just the three of you!"

                                            >"Anon, sweetie, please-"

                                            >"Come back into the house, son. You're upset right now, and we understand, but don't say things that you might regret later-"

                                            >Upset? Try FURIOUS.

                                            >You tear off the cap, and Gown and throw them to the ground with your crumpled diploma.

                                            "The only thing I regret is not getting emancipated when I was 16. I HATE YOU ALL!"

                                            >KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM-

                                            >One last roar of thunder adds the extra exclamation point to your words, as you run off, letting the tears fall from your face.

                                            >You don't know where you'll go. Maybe Blueberry will take you in for a couple days?

                                            >You can hear your name being called as you run.

                                            >"Anon! Honey please! Come back PLEASE-"

                                            ~~~~~~


                                            >"-EEEEEEEEEE!"

                                            >You nearly rocket into the ceiling at the sound of screaming coming from outside.

                                            "Who-What?!"

                                            >You quickly get out of bed to investigate. Did someone get hurt??

                                            >The hall is dark. Night has fallen. How long were you sleeping?

                                            >Rushing to the living room, still groggy from your harsh awakening, you come to a screeching halt.

                                            "WHAT'S GOING ON?! IS SOMEBODY HUR-"

                                            >You stop, and adjust your posture.

                                            >The atmosphere has become instantly thick, and all eyes are on you.


                                            >Mom has her hands clasped together as if praying to some deity, while dad looks extremely unsettled.

                                            >"I told you guys I hate when all this stuff is put up for me! It's embarrassing!"

                                            >A hand pushes the two of them to the sides, and steps through.

                                            >"Why are you two blocking the door? Let me in! It's cold outside-"

                                            >A slender woman in a racing jacket freezes in her tracks upon seeing you.

                                            >"......"

                                            "...."

                                            >She flips her long multi-colored hair, and crosses her arms, giving you a once-over.

                                            >Mom, and dad exchange looks.

                                            >"It's been a while..."

                                            "...."

                                            >You narrow your eyes.

                                            >"You know...I hate these decorations..."

                                            >She walks to the bug banner, and taking a corner of it in her index and thumb.

                                            >"But seeing you here....I think I can grow to like them again."

                                            >She smiles smugly at you.

                                            >"How's it going big bro?"

                                            "...Hello. Rainbow Dash."

                                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ItaZywjMrOM


                                            >There's a long awkward silence at first.

                                            >Dad looks ready to throw up, and Mom's hands are clasped together so hard, her knuckles are turning white. She has her eyes shut tightly, awaiting the explosion of emotions that's sure to come.

                                            >Rainbow Dash takes a few minutes to look you over, running an index finger up and down her chin.

                                            >"So the Prodded Igloo son returns."

                                            >The what?

                                            "Prodded-?"

                                            >Saying it to yourself reveals what she is trying to say.

                                            "Prodigal. Not Prodded Igloo."

                                            >"Whatever. I don't use Egghead words!"

                                            >Though she just tried to use what she considers one.

                                            >"In a-any case, we have the whole family h-here! We should celebrate that!"

                                            >Dad interjects before you can give a response.

                                            >"Right honey! Our little Dashie and our sweet Anon are both home!"

                                            >Mom wraps an arm around Dash's neck, and swiftly swoops you into her free arm, bringing the two of you close.

                                            >You glare daggers at Rainbow, who returns the look.

                                            >There's so many things-Hurtful things, that you want to say to her. To everyone here, but you choke that urge back down.

                                            >You gently slip out of Mom's grasp, and fold your arms, after taking a step back.

                                            >Mom has a look of hurt, but she should understand why you feel how you do.

                                            >"In any case, Dad was just putting the table together! I hope you brought your appetite!"

                                            >Mom leads Rainbow into the kitchen, leaving you with Dad, who approaches you with pleading eyes.

                                            >"Look, I know how you feel about us, and Dashie, and I really appreciate that you took a chance and came here, and-"

                                            "I get it. I get it. I'm not gonna start anything-"

                                            >Dad shakes his head.

                                            >"No. I'm begging you to not respond if Dashie starts something with you."

                                            >Oh? That's an unusual request. You thought for sure he'd take her side.

                                            "Shouldn't you be telling her this then?"

                                            >He looks down in silence, as you head into the kitchen next. Mom, and Dash are already sat at the table.

                                            >Dash is loudly munching on chips, her mouth covered in green speckles.


                                            >The table is covered in food, that she loves. In fact, the only thing there you can even try to eat is a salad.

                                            >You sigh, and take a seat across from Mom, who gives you a small smile.

                                            >Your insides feel twisted, and small. This whole thing is painful, and uncomfortable. You feel like you're either gonna throw up, or start crying. Maybe both.

                                            >Dash stares at you with stuffed cheeks, still eating messily.

                                            >Dad is the last one to sit down, with a forced grin.

                                            >"W-well, we're all here. Let's dig in!"

                                            "...."

                                            >You take the bowl of Greens, and cover your plate in them, as Dad, and Mom watch.

                                            >Once stocked up, you start eating.

                                            >"Is Salad all you're gonna eat, Anon? You should try my famous Guac!"

                                            >Dad tries to steer you towards the green chunks, much to Mom's shock. Seems she forgot to tell him.

                                            >Not even bothering to look up at him, you open your mouth, feeling anger line your oncoming words-

                                            >"He's allergic to Guacamole. He can't eat it or he breaks out into those funny looking bumps."

                                            >Rainbow Dash splurts out before you can say anything.

                                            >Wait, how does SHE know? Your own parents can't remember stuff like that. How can some little brat like her-

                                            "It's Avocados. Not Guacamole."

                                            >She keeps eating not caring.

                                            >"They're the same thing."

                                            "No. They aren't. That's like saying Peanuts, and Peanut Butter are the same thing."

                                            >"But they are."

                                            >Your fists ball up.

                                            "Peanut butter is a food paste or spread made from ground dry-roasted peanuts. It often contains additional ingredients that modify the taste or texture, such as salt, sweeteners, or emulsifiers-"

                                            >"Blah blah blaaah. No one cares!"

                                            >You little BITCH.

                                            >Dad holds a hand to his mouth in surprise.

                                            >"I-I'm sorry Anon. It completely slipped my mind-"

                                            >How about never entered in the first place?

                                            "Don't worry about it."

                                            >A sigh escapes his mouth.

                                            >The table grows quiet.

                                            >"S-so Anon-"

                                            >You look up from your Rabbit food to a desperate looking mom.