>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