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This one time me and some friends were hanging out at the video game store. I’ve mentioned the place before. Anyway, there was this guy I’d seen a few times before there too. He was kinda athletic and funny and he was kicking everypony’s behind at Smash Bros. The original. He asked me out and I said yes. Everypony giggled like immature foals.

As I was walking down the alley to meet him the following night, I got real nervous ‘cause I realized where I was. This wasn’t just an opposing gang’s territory, as I was a forced member of a gang at the time. This was the heart of an opposing gang’s territory. I might as well have been walking into the inner sanctum. I eventually wised up, but it was too late. Some tough looking ponies recognized me and “directed” me further on.

Before they gagged me, somepony must have heard my screams because a blue hoof reached out from the darkness and smashed one of their heads against a wall before dragging him into the shadows. The other three grabbed me and backed into the light. Evidently this had happened before, because the colt nearest to me threw me to the ground and placed his hoof on my head. I couldn’t understand much because of the intense headache I was getting from the pressure he was applying, but there was something about whoever attacked leaving or he’d crush my head!

Other than the ringing in my ears, it got real quiet. For several minutes there was nothing. The other two started to fan out a little, probably to look for the guy that was dragged off. They walked into the darkness. A few more minutes passed and they hadn’t come back. The last guy had lost all his energy pushing on my head, so he was literally standing on me by this point to make sure I was immobilized. When that blue colt came down from the warehouse rooftop on top of him, I heard his ankle snap before he could even fight back.

When it was over. The blue colt helped me up; the side of my face was bleeding from being forced down on a small rock the whole time. He asked if I was alright and told me to run; that his rescue had taken too long and more would be here soon. If I just booked as fast as I could down the straight path, I’d get out before more could encircle the area. I wanted to ask where he came from, why he was here, and why he saved me, but I wouldn’t get that chance for a good long while. I was more afraid than I was curious, so I turned and ran. I wouldn’t see him again for close to a year.

That was the first time I met my second coltfriend.