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Hotline Canterlot

By anonkuru
Created: 2020-11-18 19:42:59
Expiry: Never
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  1. >You are Sunset Shimmers
  2. “Hey girls, you ever wonder why Anon is always alone?”
  3. >You whisper inquisitively despite anon being somewhat far from where you sit
  4. >He was just there as usual
  5. >Wearing a jacket styled after varsity like you see with football players
  6. >Except he wasn’t in any sports, you even checked with every sports team
  7. >As long as you know he was alone, be it lunch or even outside the school, he was a mystery that tugged your curiosity
  8. >Maybe once in a while you and your girls would see him getting a snack at sugar cube corner but that was it.
  9. >“Can’t say much sugarcube, he keeps to himself.”
  10. >“That’s because that guy is a friggin psychopath!” Rainbow added
  11. >You look at anon again, alone and listening to some tunes with his music player. He was a tall guy, well built too. He may be lonely and a bit creepy depending on who you ask but a psychopath?
  12. >“Rainbow Dash!” Rarity chided.
  13. >“Listen.” Rainbow Dash leaned closer to whisper to her friends. “I heard that someone saw him wearing some rubber animal mask and went to a night club.”
  14. >“So he has that kind of…inclination. You shouldn’t judge a person by their appearance.” Rarity chided again.
  15. >“That’s not the worst part, he came out of the night club covered in blood!”
  16. >“Is this some kind of joke?” Applejack asked with a heavy deadpan.
  17. >“I’m serious! I heard from this guy that’s a friend of a friend from a cousin of mine!”
  18. >You didn’t know how she heard that kind of story but it was obvious that it was fabricated.
  19. >You know how that felt, people creating fake stories, the bitter loneliness and the ostracizing glares
  20. >You never wanted to experience that again
  21. >“Uh… Sunset? Where are you going? He might be d-d-dangerous.” Fluttershy asked.
  22. >You shrugged.
  23. “I might as well see which is true or not.”
  24.  
  25. >Be Anon
  26. >Strawberry milk is the fucking best
  27. >In your head was the blueprint of the latest building you made a hit on. Two were already dead, and the up tops weren’t happy about it.
  28. >Your thought is broken and some chick walks up to you the one with the bacon hair.
  29. >Suntits was her name, you think.
  30. >She sits across from you, smiling for no apparent reason. It was kind of creepy but then again she did try to enslave the school.
  31. >“I’m Sunset Shimmers what’s your name?”
  32. “Do I owe you money?”
  33. >“Well… no?” Nice jacket, what does that H mea-”
  34. >You look at the letter H. It was a gift from “Jerry from that phone company.”
  35. “It means piss off.”
  36. >“I’m just trying to get to know you, is that so much to ask?”
  37. “It is.” You reply immediately. “If I don’t owe you money or the hotline you can piss right off.”
  38. > “I’m just trying to be friendly, I saw you being alone most of the times and-”
  39. “Do I look like a fucking pity case to you? Huh? Goddamn bitch.”
  40. >“I’m trying to be fri-”
  41. “And I’m trying to be alone. Apparently you’re too much of a stupid cunt to see that.”
  42. >You pack up your bag and go for the back of the gym, shoving Flash Sentry and his brown nosers out of the way.
  43.  
  44. >You drag the smoke in and blow it out. The buzz occupied your mind for a bit, and you began to think about that hit again.
  45. >That was some good shit. Your palms trembled and your fingers twitched at the thought of it. The rush of adrenaline, warm blood on your skin, and the feeling of absolute superiority. You enjoyed it all, it was like- it was drugs to you.
  46. >You are a fucked up individual. That wasn’t something you chose to ignore the problem with a ten foot pole. You enjoyed hurting others. God knows how much you do.
  47. >You weren’t normal. Sometimes, you wish you were born before the “civilized” times. If you were, you wouldn’t be treated as some psycho.
  48. >The contentment of being alone was perfectly fine for you. You bothered no one and no one bothered you.
  49. >A hand in hand relationship
  50. >You didn’t know why Sunset wanted to approach you. And you frankly didn’t give a shit. She needed to stick her business to herself and no one else’s. If it weren’t for the fact that she was a woman you would’ve bashed her head in.
  51.  
  52. >Inside the classroom you’re only focused on the next call. Anything else really could’ve fucked itself all to hell. Then, your phone interrupts Mr.Doodle’s lesson. Without a hesitation you pick up the call.
  53. >“Hello there, your parcel is ready to be picked up at 85th street room 210. Don’t be late!”
  54. >“Mr.Anonymous is there something so important that you needed to-”
  55. “Fuck you.”
  56. >You picked up your bag and left the room.
  57. >You weren’t fit for school and you sure as hell made more money robbing the gangsters than probably getting a job. You’re not fit for this world. While you’re making an exit you might as well quit School entirely.
  58.  
  59. >The only time that stern mug of yours is fixed is when you go home, The only person that matters for you, your mother.
  60. >The streets were littered with trash and made you see another dead junkie. Happens at least once a month. Or a dead drug dealer from a bad coke deal.
  61. >Skittering rats, trash, and the occasional drug deals were a common sight for you, They say that humans were habitual creatures, and that makes for easy pickings. That is if they know who you were under the mask.
  62. > Mick’s Goods & Pawn Shop was as you expect a pawn shop. Second hand guitars, assorted sports wear clothes, then there were drugs and guns that your little hearts desired. It was a fence for you to sell your shit after each hit.
  63. >“Anonymous, I hope the shit you’re going to sell isn’t covered in blood or comes with loose teeth this time.”
  64. >You slam the bag of gold watches and stoken shit from the mob.
  65. “Yeah yeah. It’s clean this time, though there is a golden tooth.”
  66. >Mick looks over the gold and pays the usual amount. The bills were either crumpled, dirty, or both. Then again you couldn’t be picky in what you wanted. Every little bit counted.
  67. >“Say hi to the missus for me.”
  68. “I’ll see you later Mick.”
  69.  
  70. >You return home, and as always it felt good to be home. You see your mother in the kitchen fixing some food for lunch since you usually skip lunch.
  71. >“Hey, sweetie. How was school?”
  72. “It was fine. I bought groceries by the way.”
  73. >There’s a frown on her face, one with guilt and frustration. You had to bear it since she did that every time you helped her. Her pride as a mother didn’t really like that.
  74. >“Anonymous how many times did I tell you to spend the money you earned how you want? I allowed you to take that part time job so you can have some allowance for yourself!”
  75. >You raise your hand in defense, then pull out a bag of chips, soda, and other types of snacks.
  76. “I did see! Besides I bought some stuff for your casserole since I wanted some today.”
  77. >She sighed. “Fine. You need to treat yourself once in a while Anon.”
  78. You give her a hug again. “Alright mom. I promise. I’ll be in my room.”
  79. >“Ok sweetie. Do you have a job today? I can fix you something if you’d like.”
  80. “I’ll come home by dinner, I’ll just reheat them when I come back.”
  81. >Your home was small, two bedrooms, one restroom, and one kitchen. There was only bare essentials for the house. You were poor but the house was also too small to have other stuff.
  82. >“We may be poor but that doesn’t mean we have to look the part.”
  83. >That's what she said since you were a kid. But one day, you and mom will get out of this place. The secret was that you had your own secret bank account. Only half went to helping your mom and the rest were for her retirement.
  84. >You get your varsity jacket and shove the mask in your backpack.
  85.  
  86. Hotline Miami Soundtrack OST: Perturbator
  87. >Canterlot 11PM, Shine Apartment
  88. >You hear the sound of muffled Russian and some commie pop music. And you can smell tobacco across the hall. The carpet floor silences your footsteps as you get in closer. For some damn reason they always keep the door open. Were all Russians this stupid? Well, it made your job easy at least.
  89. >You smell the rubber on your mask as you put it on. The door was kicked and you begin your mayhem.
  90. >You backstep away from a baseball bat swing then lunge in then punch him in the throat. As he is hacking up for air you take the baseball bat and bash his head in. Once he is down you finish the job. Swing, crunch. Swing, crunch.Swing, splat. Gooey matters of pink and red decorated the floor. White pieces of bones were like unevenly scattered sprinkles on a messy mangled lasagna.
  91. >Somehow (which you really should question) none of them heard you. Which was fine really. You hear two more voices on the next door. You grip your baseball bat hard, breath warming the inside of the mask, and your heart was on a binge of adrenaline rush. Fuck man, you lived for moments like this. The next room was close by.
  92. >Without a moment waiting you kick open the door. The one with a handgun and the closest is batted on the throat with a sickening crunch. The other one with a knife had no chance as you thrust the bat to his stomach then swung the bat up to his chin. Maybe that knife will come in handy.
  93. >You reach your baseball bat to finish them off. It was like seeing a face then smashed cherry pie with pink frostings.
  94. > “что это было?”
  95. >You assume that meant they noticed that you’re here.
  96. >“Какого черта!”
  97. >You’re pretty sure they noticed that you’re here.
  98. >With the newly acquired handgun you slam the door open and unload it to anyone with a gun. The rest three just charged with whatever they have.
  99. >You throw the handgun that was the closest to you. The stab going for your throat wasn’t dodged properly, seeing how you saw the knife in your shoulder now. You’d now have to find a way to lie to your mom on this injury. Provided that she will find out. The knife you saved came in handy, and now inside the mobster.
  100. >You drag the blade across his stomach. All its content spilled, shit, blood, and guts and intestine poured out with a dull squelch to the filthy carpet. Your shoes were now a red mess, and you felt something warm and squishy getting in your shoes. You ignore the human cries of pain as you push him away.
  101. >The second one picks up a rifle. Before the barrel could be aimed at your way you throw the knife into the fucker’s throat. The fucker choked with a shocked look in his eyes.
  102. >The third and final one, still clutching his broken nose is writhing on the floor. Whoever needed to clean this is going to have a bad time.
  103. >You get on top of the last one, and slowly insert your thumbs inside the mobster’s eyes. His pupils widened, then it was gone with your thumbs inside it. You feel your thumb sinking into the warm flesh, ignoring the pleading cries of the mobster. Deeper… deeper… then your thumbs couldn’t reach deeper.
  104. >“МАТЬ ПОМОГИ МНЕ! МАТЬ ПОМОГИ МНЕ!”
  105. >His arm flailed crazily, and even got in your mouth one too many times. One man can have so much patience before biting it off. You spit the tip of his fingers with a groan, fingers don’t taste that great. Each time you bashed his head his flailing arms weakened. Then finally, he stopped moving.
  106. >Silence loomed over all.
  107.  
  108. Hotline Miami Soundtrack OST: Crush
  109. >The adrenaline wears off. Then the pain starts settling in.
  110. “Fucking hell…”
  111. >You trudge to where the restroom is, and luckily you found a medkit. It felt like a videogame at times since there was always a medkit in their restroom.
  112. >You grit your teeth, grab the handle of the knife, then pull the damn thing out.
  113. “FUCK!”
  114. >Things were easier when you were on your adrenaline high. The mirror reflects back to you, a face covered in gore and blood. Your hands too, but with the rank smell of gunpowder. You breathe in, then out… there’s a pain on your lower abdomen. It probably wasn’t anything really.
  115. >You splash the cold water on your face, feeling the fresh moisture as it wakes you up. The fading high gave its last goodbye, and left you with a shitty gift: reality.
  116. >Outside of the restroom you look at the corpses, each with a frozen face of horror and disbelief. Whatever that wasn’t intact were tossed around the room like leftover party favors.
  117. >Shit man, this was a fucking mess.
  118. >Then just to add your luck you hear more sounds. It wasn’t Russian but more hard pronunciations. There was another voice, feminine and rather familiar.
  119. >You open the restroom door slightly ajar, more mobster looking fuckers walk in. They were clearly shocked but then relieved. Those fuckers were armed to the fucking teeth. Nothing like the Russians.
  120. >You see one of them return with a black suitcase
  121. >Fuck, your vision was getting hazy
  122. >Then the pain on the lower abdomen returned. It was really fucking painful this time. You finally look down, unable to ignore the pain.
  123. >There’s a handle sticking out of your stomach.
  124. >Oh. Fuck.
  125. >That’s a knife.
  126. >Your last vision before going dark was a girl you knew.
  127. >What was her name again?
  128.  
  129. >You open your eyes.
  130. >There's an intense pain the moment you try to get up. Then a soft hand is placed on your chest. Your eyes go up, the breath you were going to exhale is stuck on your throat.
  131. “Y-you?”
  132. >You see her blue eyes stare back at you. Her thin and long eyelashes flutter as she blinks A curly blue hair swishing gently. The more you realized who she was the more your eyes widened, more than you could ever have imagined.
  133. >You were left speechless as she gently helped you prop your back on the bed’s frame. Not many things surprised you. But this… this was in the top five.
  134. >Her lips curl up to a smile, a kind and elegant one but in the wrong place, surrounded by armed men. From what they looked and pieced what you heard last night you could guess they were German.
  135. >Holy shit you didn’t even know the German mafia existed.
  136. >“Oh my goodness, you really are a tough one. Are you alright, my dear?”
  137. “Rarity?”
  138. >She nodded, maybe happy to be recognized or knowing that your mind wasn’t scrambled from all that blood loss. Either way you weren’t sure what to do.
  139. >“That’s me!” She cheered on. “Stay here darling I’ll get you something to drink.”
  140. >You look around to see where you were, what you were wearing. This was a hospital, a fancy one at that when it was big as a hotel room with the view of the city. There was even a little table attached to the hospital bed.
  141. >Eventually she returned with the tea and placed the mug on the attached table.
  142. >“How are you feeling darling?”
  143. “I’m not dead so I can’t complain.”
  144. >She chuckled. “An optimist. I don’t see that much often outside my dear friends.”
  145. >One of the men lit a lighter as she placed a cigarette in her mouth. Rarity took a long drag then exhaled, clearly enjoying the tobacco with a relaxed and confident smile. She clearly didn’t care whether you were bothered by it or not.
  146. >From the bed you realized how far you were from the first floor, and that it was night.
  147. >“I assume you have numerous questions, darling.”
  148. “That depends on how much you’re willing to answer. Just tell me what you want, there’s a reason why you chose to save me.”
  149. >“Straight to business, that is quite refreshing I must say.” Rarity wore her coat. With a snap of a finger one of her men retrieved a wheelchair. “Let’s go for a walk, it’s dreadfully stuffy in here.”
  150.  
  151. >The outside air was cold, but it really was nice to be outside again. You smelled the expensive perfume as she pushed your wheelchair.
  152. >“Anonymous, darling. I want you to work for me and leave the hotline.”
  153. You chuckle “You think they’re going to let me go?”
  154. > “Don’t worry your pretty head about that head darling. All you need to know is that you will be paid the amount you deserve. You wanted to make your mother happy no? I heard she’s been sick.”
  155. “She isn’t-”
  156. >She gives you a file, and waits as you read it.
  157. >Your fingers shake, and release the paper to the ground from utter shock.
  158. >Name: Nameless Incognito
  159. >Age: 33
  160. >Stage 2
  161. >Breast Cancer
  162. “What… she never told me about this.”
  163. >Rarity spins around to be in front of you. There’s a wicked smile as she places her hand on your shoulder and another pointing at you.
  164. >“I ensure you will be paid well and your mother taken care of. Work for me and you have my word, darling.”
  165. “And what do I need to do?”
  166. >“Once I make the necessary arrangements you’ll act as my bodyguard, soldier, hitman, and the occasional bed warmer. So what do you say darling?”
  167. >“You think the people behind the hotline are some ragtag people? They’re not that easy you know”
  168. >She clicked her tongue as she wagged her finger. “Like I said, darling. You leave that up to me.”
  169. >“Anonymous!”
  170. >You see your mother running toward you with a petrified look on her face. Now that you realized it her face did look paler than before. She knelt so she could hug you while you were in your wheelchair.
  171. >“Anonymous you’re safe! Thank god when I heard the news I just- I’m so glad you’re safe!”
  172. >You feel the wet hot tears on your shoulders and the pressure as mom hugs you tightly. Your tongue was tied on what to say. Then the file in your hand slipped away from Rarity.
  173. “Mom, did you-”
  174. >“Ms.Incognito, I’m ecstatic to meet you here.”
  175. >Your mom grabs her hand with both of her hands.
  176. >“You must be Rarity, thank you for finding Anon! I don't know how to thank you!”
  177. “Mom… you know her?”
  178. >“Of course I do. You should’ve told me when you get yourself a pretty girlfriend like her!”
  179. >yfw

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