Katya (Original)


                                            In January 2016, in the "My Little Progress:Technology Isn't Magic - thread 13" and "My Little Progress:Technology Isn't Magic - thread 14" threads on /mlp/, I wrote the following unfinished one-shot story based on characters mentioned in Liquid_Plasma's (https://pastebin.com/u/Liquid_Plasma / https://poneb.in/u/Liquid_Plasma) Rise of Nova Rohan story. The original paste I made in 2016 on Pastebin was, at some point, edited by myself and changed considerably. I no longer remember how/why I made the edits. I also was not able to post this on Pastebin because of their filters. So I'm reposting the original here as it appears from the archives. Nothing has been done to clean up the abundant mistakes, grammatical or otherwise. The writing is cliched, the pacing inconsistent, and the story is quite awful, but if you knew me back then you'd be amazed that I was able to write this at all. Different posts separated by "--".


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                                            >>26091519


                                            >Your name is Artic Breeze

                                            >You are a border guard

                                            >And you just got lucky

                                            >Unfortunately that doesn't get you a special pass out of work

                                            >But really, all you have to do is stand there and point your guns at the waiting line

                                            >And the boredom ensues

                                            "Gaahh, why can't my shift end already?"

                                            >"Hey, atleast you are gonna get laid" another guard says.

                                            "H-how do you know about that!?"

                                            >"I heard you, dumbass" your comrade says

                                            "Prick.." You mutter to yourself


                                            5 hours later


                                            >The customs booth's clock chimes 7:00

                                            >"Finally!" You think to yourself

                                            >You walk to the locker room to put up your stuff

                                            >You look through the lockers searching for your number

                                            "31, 32... Ahah! Number 33."

                                            >You put your rifle and your helmet inside

                                            >As you are about to close the locker door you notice the note sitting at the bottom

                                            >You recognize the handwriting

                                            >It's Katya's address

                                            >HAPPYDAYS.mp4

                                            >You slip the note into your uniform pocket

                                            >You gleefully trot back to your place to freshen up


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                                            >>26097168


                                            >You are trotting back to your apartment

                                            >It takes a long time just to get halfway to there, sure you could buy one of those fancy cars but you don't trust them, with a greedy shit named "Filthy Rich" manufacturing them.

                                            >You almost walk straight into the street telling yourself how much you don't trust cars

                                            >Awhile later you spot a small puppy with a batch of newspapers next to him

                                            >"Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Nova Rohan to be given another world record!" He exclaims

                                            >Seems pretty interesting, but you remember Katya

                                            >You try to ignore him and walk past

                                            >"Hey Mister! Would you like a newspaper?"

                                            "No thanks." You say

                                            >"C'mon! You don't want to let a kid starve!

                                            >Other pedestrians start noticing

                                            >SHITSHITSHIT

                                            "No really, I'm fine."

                                            >"Please?"

                                            >A small crowd of people start to form around you and the puppy

                                            >"Hey! Just give the kid the money and take the newspaper! A pony yells

                                            >This is getting out of control

                                            "Look, this is none of your business okay?"

                                            >Your statement only angered the crowd

                                            "Look just because you wave a gun around at foreigners doesn't mean you can't take a fucking newspaper!" One of the angering pedestrians says

                                            >Before you can respond you feel a balled fist hit your snout

                                            >Another punch is thrown, but accidently hits a zebra

                                            >The zebra almost immediately begins to bite the hand that hit him

                                            >A massive fight amongst themselves begins

                                            >nope

                                            >You start running the fuck out of there

                                            >Before you can escape the crowd one more punch is sent directly at your right eye

                                            "Fucking hell!"

                                            >You keep running though, only half paying attention to where you are going

                                            >You hear a horn to your left

                                            >You turn your head and see the oncoming car

                                            >Get outta the way!" The driver says as he tries to brake

                                            >You freeze in your panic

                                            >You begin to run, but it's too late

                                            >You fall unconscious as the sloped front of the car pushes you under and the wheels go over your limbs


                                            >You always knew you couldn't trust cars

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                                            >>26098299


                                            >You are floating in an endless black void

                                            >You are alone

                                            >You have no body

                                            >Are you dead?

                                            >Are you alive?

                                            >Is this hell?

                                            >Is this limbo?

                                            >Wait, no it can't be.

                                            >There is no afterlife?

                                            >Your thoughts are echoing.

                                            >The hell?

                                            >You hear something.

                                            "Hello? Anyone there?"

                                            >No response.

                                            >But that noise is getting louder.

                                            >You can almost make it out

                                            >Is that an alarm clock?

                                            >No, it can't be. It's to spaced out.

                                            >"beep....beep....beep"

                                            >HOLYSHIT.JPG

                                            >THE VOID IS TEARING OPEN

                                            >YOU ARE BEING SUCKED OUT OF THE VOID


                                            >What the fuck

                                            >I'm alive?

                                            >Everything is bright and blurry.

                                            >You blink your eyes a couple times to get them adjusted to the light

                                            >You're in a dull white room

                                            >Your body is in a bed

                                            >Half of you is covered up in casts, and the part you that's not is hooked up with wires to one of Anon's machines

                                            >Looks like you found out where the beeping came from

                                            >Wait, you can't be alive

                                            >You must be in heaven

                                            >Because there is an angel sitting at the end of your bed

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                                            >>26100885


                                            >It's Katya

                                            >She is turned the other way and crying

                                            >But why?

                                            >She only invited you over because you did her a small favor.

                                            >Could she possibly have actual feelings for you?

                                            >You were barely friends, and the only times you talked she either said something about the news or teased you.

                                            >But it doesn't sound exaggerated or fake.

                                            >It's genuine sobbing.

                                            >You hear the door opening and closing slowly.

                                            >You close your eyes immediately.

                                            >"Ma'am, your friend has been out for a long time now."

                                            >"I know."

                                            >"Look I just want to make this easier on you, financially. I think we should just stop delaying his trip, if you know what I mean."

                                            >"I-I'm not ready to let go yet."

                                            >"Alright, but we've had cases like this before and trust me, if they don't wake up now, then they won't ever."

                                            >Sounds of movement to the door, which then opens and slams shut.

                                            >You open your eyes.

                                            "Why hello there" you say casually.

                                            >She jerks her head around to face you .

                                            >Her face stained with tears, lights up at the sight of you conscious.

                                            >She runs to your bedside and smothers you with a hug.

                                            "Hey! Your choking me here!"

                                            >She pulls out of the hug.

                                            >"Sorry, I thought I was gonna lose you forever."

                                            "It's was just a small accident."

                                            >She points to your casts.

                                            >"Small? You broke half of your limbs and you went into a coma."

                                            "Really? How long has it been?"

                                            >"Four weeks."

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                                            Then I gave up because I had no idea how to follow this up. I may return to this series in the future, though Liquid_Plasma hasn't been seen since 2018/19.