[SFW] NN - At the new beginning


                                            >After 3 years of being gone, it was time to visit home

                                            >As you manage to make the thread, a post appears

                                            >It was from Axel: come to your home, Brad is gone

                                            >You follow a link, and go to your old house

                                            >While digital, it feels like you hail a cab to Canterlot City. You wonder how much has changed

                                            >A few pings before your house, a firewall appears

                                            >Janitors, and one mod

                                            >"You, the IP, leave the link"

                                            >You do as told

                                            >"Now, lift incognito mode"

                                            >You show your "phisical" shape: everything was black. Sneakers, jeans, and a black jacket. Only one thing had color: a green beanie

                                            >"Now, come here"

                                            >You get close to the mod, and the janitors inspect you

                                            >>"I found something!"

                                            "Leave that, those are just greens"

                                            >"NSFW greens probably"

                                            >The mod smiles with sarcasm at you

                                            >"So, Norman, been a long time. You didn't forgot us, didn't you?"

                                            "No Scruffy. I was just about to ask you for a quick rundown"

                                            >"Take him with us"

                                            >>"You, the link: fuck off!"

                                            >The link goes away

                                            >>"Stupid glimmerfag"

                                            >The other janitor looks at him angry

                                            >>"Oh, sorry"

                                            >The warning sign appears, and the janitors take you away


                                            >"So, Norman, what brings you to /mlp/ again?"

                                            "I've been here and there, seeing old friends"

                                            >"Good, good. What've you been up to?"

                                            "Nothing. Now I just appear on old screencaps in Derpibooru. I'm clean, legit"

                                            >You look around you

                                            >The threads move faster, but most images are the same

                                            >Some from eqg, others from a pink and purple pony

                                            >And generals. Lots of them

                                            "What do you want? Where are you taking me?"

                                            >Scruffy shows you a porn post with viruses

                                            >"Now see here Norman: this was a post made by you just 10 minutes ago, infecting the pc of a good mod I might add"

                                            "You know I just made the thread"

                                            >"Don't bullshit me Norman! I should ban you!"

                                            "Fuck! What do you want from me?!"

                                            >"Nothing. When I need you, I'll find you. Until then, stop ruining the image of the board"

                                            >The mod's link makes a hard turn

                                            "Hey, you can't leave me here! It's a shitposting thread!"

                                            >"What's the problem norman? You stopped posting all together, you don't 4chan"

                                            >Scruffy lifts your warning, and drops you in the shitpost thread

                                            >"Goodbye no hooves"

                                            >The laughs are the last thing you hear

                                            >As you stand, you start walking

                                            >Worst place in the world: /mlp/'s shitposters threads

                                            >You stopped representing eqg threads for 3 years, but they won't give a shit


                                            >As you walk around, shitters looks at you menacing

                                            >"EqG is for fags"

                                            >"/a/ is two boards down"

                                            >"Fuck you no hooves"

                                            >You don't pay them any attention

                                            >One stands in your way

                                            >"Who teh fuck r u? OC?"

                                            "Move newfag, I don't want to be here"

                                            >"Fuck you! REEEEEE!"

                                            >You try to move around, but he moves fast, and it's ready to post

                                            >Before you had to defend yourself, another shitposter goes in front, and post a link

                                            >The retard looks at it, and starts screeching and run around while spaghetti and shit drops from his pockets

                                            >"Fucking redditfags, one porn pic and they are gone"

                                            >The anon turns around to see you

                                            >"I though you were dead"

                                            "..."

                                            >He sighs, and show you a pin: a small green beanie with /nn/ encarved on

                                            "... I though nobody remembered me"

                                            >"There aren't many left, but trust me: we still remember you"

                                            "Thanks I guess. Look, I need a link"

                                            >Anon retrieves an old link from his pocket. An archive link

                                            >"Maybe this can help you"

                                            "Thank you"

                                            >You active the link, and see a portal to Canterlot High

                                            >"I'm happy you came back"

                                            "Don't be. I'm not planning in staying long"

                                            >You enter the portal, and you are back in the school

                                            >Canterlot City: home

                                            >Or at least it was before everything fucked up


                                            >Archive links don't last long before the reality catches up, so you move fast

                                            >All the guy salutes you and compliment your dark clothing

                                            >You don't respond. They are just illusions of old stories

                                            >You enter to Celestia's office, and retrieve your file. You find the old link adress and put it back

                                            >As you leave the office, you bump into Rarity

                                            >"Oh! Excuse me!"

                                            >You stand there looking at her

                                            >"Norman! It's good to see you. Interesting choice of clothing"

                                            "..."

                                            >"Do you feel ok Norman?"

                                            >A tear rolls your eye

                                            "I love you rarity"

                                            >In a sudden move, you kiss her right in the lips

                                            >She struggles, of course, until you release her

                                            >"You ruffian! Who d-d-d-do y-y-you th-think-"

                                            "I need to go"

                                            >As you run away, you see the students paralized. Some dissapearing

                                            >The archive is wearing off

                                            >After a small run, reality sets in and it's 2018 again

                                            >You don't look back at the school. Men don't live from memories

                                            *Whistle* "Taxi!"

                                            >A cab stops, and you point at the address


                                            >A drive later, you are back at your old house

                                            >The place is on sale

                                            >Nonetheless, you enter

                                            >The house is almost empty. Expected actually

                                            >You never closed the door the day you were gone. Local robbers probably took everything small. Only a few chairs and a table are there

                                            >As you walk inside, voices come to your head

                                            >Your old friends, stories, and posts

                                            >A chaos rumbling inside your mind

                                            >Without notice, you step on an old photo

                                            >You take the picture, and sit on one of the chairs, remembering the old days

                                            >Trying to organize yourself, you remove your beanie and leave it on top of the table

                                            "Forgive me friends"

                                            >A small sound is heard from the kitchen

                                            "Uh?"

                                            >Axel comes blanding his axe

                                            >"Another one?! I told you to not come back!"

                                            >You stand up and raise the chair to defend yourself

                                            "Hey! Axel, don't! It's me, Norman!"

                                            >"Lier! Norman would never be without his beanie"

                                            "It's on top of the table!"

                                            >He looks at the table, and sees your beanie

                                            >For the first time, he is surprised

                                            >As he takes it, he walks up to you and put it on you

                                            >His face lights up, and he hugs you

                                            >"Holy Drokk, is you! I can't believe it, it's YOU!"

                                            "Hey Axel. Been a long time, isn't it?"

                                            >For a moment, Axel remembers his position as protector of justice, and stops

                                            >"Excuse my sudden burst, Mr. Normal. An upholder of the law shouldn't act like this"

                                            >You pat him on his shoulder

                                            "I missed you too Jones"

                                            >He tries to keep stoic, but the smile is clearly visible

                                            >Sadly, you were about to cut it

                                            "What happened to Brad?"

                                            >The smile is gone

                                            >"Brad... Mr. Sentry is no longer with us. He was replaced"

                                            "How?"

                                            >"After EqG 4, he went through a transformation. Sadly, that went with his memories. I heard some rumors, and I made some investigations. I discovered that when a character changes, the superiors delete his presence. I always felt that other Norman wasn't you"


                                            >You are not happy to hear this. Your old friend may as well never existed

                                            "You know where are the others?"

                                            >"Yes. But you drive, I don't know how to do it"

                                            "I though you could. You'll do anything for justice"

                                            >"But this isn't a job for justice. This is personal"

                                            >You two leave your old home, but you stop at the porch

                                            "Wait, I forgot something"

                                            >You take the picture off the frame

                                            >To Norman from all your friends: thanks for keeping our lives "normal"

                                            >"Mr. Normal, we need to go"

                                            "Uh, yeah! I'm coming out!"

                                            >You stash the picture inside your jacket, and leave the place

                                            >Outside, both go to the garage; Brad's car was inside

                                            >Or the "Bradinator" as he called it

                                            "He would never allow anyone to drive this. How did you get it?"

                                            >"Take it was easy. They replaced everything in his life, including stolen cars"

                                            "You don't know how to drive"

                                            >"But I can carry it"

                                            "Hehe, you were always a crazy one"

                                            >Both of you go inside the car, and drive to a cementery


                                            >As you walk to a grave, you see some familiar faces

                                            >"Don't worry Norman, they will be happy to see you"

                                            >A few feet later, you see them

                                            >There's Pete Pasta, Sophie Sophisticata, and Nolan North

                                            "Hey guys. It's been long"

                                            >Everyone looks at you surprised

                                            S: Norman, it's good to see you

                                            >She hugs you softly

                                            >If everything was like before, she probably would have screamed and glomp you, but now, the feeling is gone

                                            >Pete and Nolan don't answer. At least Pete waves his hand

                                            >Nolan instead keeps looking at the grave

                                            [In memory of Flash "Brad" Sentry. Keep being bradical]

                                            >You let Sophie go, and look at the grave

                                            "I can't believe he is gone. I didn't told him goodbye"

                                            N: Another thing you didn't said goodbye. Just like the general

                                            >You look at Nolan

                                            "Hey, he was my friend too"

                                            >He looks at you angry

                                            N: Not for the last 3 years asshole!

                                            S: Nolan, don't say that

                                            N: Fuck you Sophie. You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Axel

                                            >Sophie is surprised, and then walks away

                                            N: Where are you going?!

                                            S: Fuck you Nolan, I'll go with Fingerbang

                                            N: The Hell you'll do! You know they only repost green after green, writting the waifu of the week!

                                            S: At least they will write about me instead of leaving me

                                            N: At least I keep with my fans

                                            S: And that makes you a great character? Screw you. Norman, tell him

                                            N: Norman tell me shit bitch

                                            "Let her go. If they write about her, fine. If they don't, we'll pick her up"

                                            N: Don't get involved like if this is your problem

                                            S: You and amy stopped being a couple. Get over it, idiot!

                                            >Sophie goes away, hailing a cab


                                            "Wait, Amy and you stopped dating?"

                                            >Nolan doesn't answer. He only remains stoic

                                            "Huh, Nolan?"

                                            >"ARRRRGGHHHHH!!! Fuck this graveyard! Fuck you Axel Jones! Fuck you Pete Pasta! Fuck you Sophie Sophisticata!"

                                            "Hey Nolan, calm-"

                                            >"And fuck you Normal Norman. You should have dissapeared"

                                            "Hey, this wasn't my fault! I just left"

                                            >"Oh yeah? And look what that gave us! Humanized threads, fetish generals, CYOA, EqG main character threads. Don't you see? We were forgotten!"

                                            >He punches at your chest

                                            >"Forgotten! Forgotten! Forgotten!"

                                            >He fells onto his knees

                                            >"My friends... oh Faust.... my friends were forgotten"

                                            >Nolan always took his friendships to heart

                                            >They were the only testimony he could be more than another custom Saint's Row character

                                            >You crouch, and hug him

                                            "I know. I'm sorry Nolan. I never wanted this to happen"

                                            >As you console him, Axel and Pete look from afar

                                            A: We should say something?

                                            >Pete only negates with his head

                                            A: I though Norman here would help you speak again. I guess I was wrong

                                            >Pete shrugs

                                            A: Well, 3 years of silence were good. More won't hurt


                                            >With Nolan calm, everyone leaves the graveyard

                                            N: Wait. Something is wrong

                                            "What do you mean?"

                                            N: My driver isn't here

                                            >Suddenly, a purple sedan drives fast

                                            >It's full of shitposters

                                            N: Drive-by! Take over!

                                            >You jump with Pete away. Meanwhile, Axel takes Brad's car and launches to them

                                            >The hit is perfect, but they weren't alone

                                            >Two shitposting vans comes closer

                                            >Nolan shoots them, making them drive off

                                            N: Quick! Grab a link!

                                            >You take a vehicle image. Sadly, it only spawned bikes

                                            "You have to be kidding"

                                            N: We'll complain later. Grab a bike and pedal, you can't even forget that

                                            >All 4 of you pedal as fast as you can while the vans get closer

                                            N: Crazy times! Like the old days, eh Norman?

                                            "I guess! Why are they here? I though this was our writefags' turf!"

                                            N: Do I have to remind you?!

                                            "Ok! Stupid question, I get it! Move!"

                                            >All the group tries to avoid the shitposting, but they are catching up slowly

                                            A: Ok, I had enough!

                                            >In one jump, Axel raises his arm and his axe comes flying

                                            >He slashes both vans, killing all passengers inside

                                            >This obviously attracted the attention of the janitors

                                            A: Go! I'll deal with them!

                                            >The rest of you run away


                                            >After a lot of pedaling, you stop at your home

                                            >"We are here"

                                            "Yeah, thanks Nolan. We would be goners if you didn't had those links"

                                            >"Whatever.... When are you going away?"

                                            "Well, I had nothing planned. I though I could stay. We have history here after all"

                                            >"Well, the last thing the board needs are oldfags deluded in nostalgia"

                                            "At least let me try. What can we lose now?"

                                            >Nolan keeps quiet

                                            >"Fine, do whatever you want. I don't think there's much to do anyway"

                                            "Thanks nolan"

                                            >He waves and pedals away

                                            >You look at Pete now

                                            "Hehe, I'd invite you, but I just came back, you know?"

                                            >He smiles, and waves himself goodbye as he goes away in the bike

                                            >You enter to your house only to find the roof destroyed by a axe-shaped hole

                                            >The disgust doesn't end there because then Axel falls from the sky, destroying whatever was left

                                            >"Haha, janitors and mods can't stop the power of justice!"

                                            "What the hell Axel?!"

                                            >"What Mr. Normal? I came back home"

                                            "Home?"

                                            >"Justice can rest his head wherever it wants"

                                            "Let me guess, Sophie has guests"

                                            >A small tear runs his cheek

                                            >"The guys at fingerbang really like the background girls"

                                            "Oh, sorry. Well, I can't speak neither. I had nowhere to go too"

                                            >"Neither a hotel?"

                                            "Scruffy took my greens"

                                            >"Oh. What a sad encounter of misfortunated events"

                                            "It's ok. Do you have a few extra matresses?"

                                            >"Yes, let me get them"

                                            >A moment later, you made a simple soft place to rest

                                            >While he sleeps, you look at the sky

                                            >A lot of things changed, there's a small bunch of people who remembers you

                                            >Maybe they can help you out