>"This thread is boring."
>Anon said the words so easily, it was like flicking through the shitty shows on Netflix.
>When was something exciting going to happen in his life?
>Anon looked back up to the OP.
>"Cutealoo thread!" it read at the top, right next to a picture of his favorite My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic filly.
>Anon managed a smile.
>It was small.
>It was partially forced.
>It was one of the few, meagre highlights of his day.
>Anon clicked back to go to the Catalog.
>He raised an eyebrow.
>Scootaloo was... everywhere.
>Anon cocked his head.
>"The fuck?" he said out loud, looking closer to his screen to make sure it wasn't a glitch.
>But it couldn't have been.
>Every single thread on /mlp/ was a Scootaloo thread.
>Every single OP image was Scootaloo drawn in one fashion or another.
>Every single orange-furred, purple-maned filly face made his heart soar.
>Twice in one six hour period!
>"Well whatever's going on, I like it!" he said again.
>Suddenly, the computer screen became black.
>"Shit, my welfare's not in for another week. Don't die on me now!" he begged the presumably defunct machine.
>A high-pitched whir, like the old sound of using dial-up Internet, emanated from Anon's screen.
>He covered his ears.
>The sound got louder and louder until it forced Anon out of his well-worn, torn computer chair and to his bedroom door.
>Anon made for the handle.
>His reach fell short.
>Something was pulling him back toward the computer screen.
>Anon collapsed onto his stomach and felt the mysterious force pull him from his feet, first along the carpet, then it picked him up as if pulling him INSIDE his computer screen.
>"Nooooooo!" Anon screamed, "This is just like those /v/ memes!"
>There was nothing Anon could do.
>His cries quickly became muffled.
>"Something" pulled him inside the computer screen.
>It brought him somewhere else.