TRIGGER WARNING: Self-harm!!
Ponny, still feeling a bit down after yesterday's events with the Brawlers, was occupying herself with the playground equipment outside of the Smash House, which are actually training grounds.
She was at the ledge bars to practice on grabbing the edge of a stage, as if your life depended on it fully. Deep down, she knew what kind of help it did, supposedly by holding tightly.
during her usual bout of simply minding her own business, she felt small trickles of pebbles being thrown her way. Before her, there was Ike crouching. His face was contorted in disgust as if he happened to be facing an enemy of some sort.
The small Primid's eyes were darting across the training yard and then decided to make eye contact with the older swordfighter himself.
"You know, people are going to get tired of you eventually, right?" Ike sneered, his voice as aggressive as to scare Ponny. She never knew how to respond, judging by her condition, so she simply shook her head and smiled a bit.
Ike grabbed a bit of dirt from the ground and threw some at the Primid, blinding her with its dust.
"You're such a freak!" He hissed, and stood back up. He turned around and retreated back to the Smash House, but not without turning his head back to her.
"Can't believe Mario took you in. He knows you Primids are evil, and you never change."
The Swordfighter walked off, his cape swaying magnificently in the wind. Ponny looked down at the ground, her hands cupped together. As she watched Ike walk away, the small Primid started to think about the upcoming days of her abuse.
Knowing full well that the Brawlers would do this non-stop, she already felt an entire rush of horrifying guilt strike her.
Ponny decided to take a different route to the Smash House, in hopes to avoid them if they would've seen her, relieving herself of any more harassment.
The next days at the Smash Academy were a horrifying mush of events happening all at once. Ponny tried to have a good day for once, but couldn't due to this hanging guilt and paranoia that had attached itself to her.
She never wanted this, but it happened nonetheless, and it was a harrowing ordeal of emotional brutality that has been subjected to her.
As Ponny made her way through the halls, she was able to get to her class on time, hopefully without any difficulties getting there. Before she went to take her seat, she made notice that the two Brawlers that sat in front of her weren't present.
Sighing in relief, Ponny sat down in her seat and took out Mrs. snugglefuss in hopes for comfort.
Mr. Aries Frost was at his desk, reading a novel, until he looked up to see the small Primid sitting down. Jolting upwards, he cleared his throat and said, "Ponny, sweetie, I noticed you are placed in the back. I hope you don't mind if you can move up in this empty seat."
Ponny looked at him in a confused head tilt, until the cyan fighting Alloy continued talking.
"The seat right in front of Pokemon Trainer. He's a lot taller than you are, so it's a safe bet." Nodding her head in agreement, the small Primid hobbled over to the desk that was two rows from the back row and sat down reluctantly, hoping for the day to go by.
As the time went by, the other fighters in the classroom were already chatting and joking about, while Ponny remained in her normal state. She prayed that the Brawlers don't continue their ongoing harassment, while also hugging her Eevee plush.
Meanwhile, there were two other Brawl fighters at the very back of class, who eyed Ponny viciously.
Meta Knight sharpened his sword while Pit took out a single piece of paper and folded it into a funnel cone. Stalking up closer from behind her, the Angel chuckled mischievously as he raised the funnel-like cone in his hands and placed it in Ponny's ear.
With no hesitation, he let out a loud scream into the Primid's sensitive earlobes, making her stop and stare out of complete fear. As she stayed paralyzed, Meta Knight was snickering quietly, but Bowser and Mewtwo rushed in to comfort her.
"Ponny! Are you alright?" The Koopa King asked, placing his hands onto her shoulder and giving Pit a cold gaze.
The Angel simply hobbled back to his seat and fist bumped his friend as they both witnessed the poor Primid suffering silently.
As the day dragged on for so long, the usual teasing that Ponny was subjected to turned into something more severe - some of the Brawl fighters were causing her to trip and fall on a broomstick, splashing her with water from the water fountain, and even trying to humiliate her at times.
They even went as far as to give her Eevee plushie a "makeover", and by that, they meant a permanent scar on its left eye.
As Ponny had gotten home later that day, she refused to talk to the Smash Veterans about her experience at school, which she responded with a simple gesture of rejection and rushed to her bedroom.
During the long, dreadful wait of nighttime coming to existence in the sky, the Primid snuck off to the bathroom in the hallways to refresh.
As she stared at herself in the big, horizontal mirror that was above the three sinks that accompanied the bathroom counter, she could feel the reflection of her deep, red Primid eyes staring back at her.
Her hair, mangled and messy everywhere, was sticking out underneath her nightcap as she processed her unwilling existence.
All of this has to end soon she thought to herself. Please, Master Hand, help me!!
Opening up the drawers on the shelves for her toothbrush, she noticed a peculiar tool right next to the brushes and combs - a razorblade. Before her very eyes, an object bearing the image of a blade caught her attention.
Ponny knew it wouldn't be right to hurt herself to ease the pain, but what choice did she have? This entire punishment she endured from the Brawlers for existing is something she didn't want to live with, since all that really meant was that no one would accept her for who she truly is.
With a swifty motion, she took the razorblade out of the drawer and placed it onto the black skin of her arm.
With relative and careful ease, she sliced the edge across her arm, a trickling rain of blood forming around the newly made wound. The crimson river was already glowing in the bright lights of the bathroom as its tears began to soak the white, cement floor below.
Ponny, eyes blurry with the pain she had given to herself, reluctantly grabbed her arm and took in deep breaths, hoping she doesn't lose all of it.
Before long, she started to sob a little while bawling up her fists and rubbing her eyes to wipe away the tears.
Why!? WHY!?! She thought erratically as she started to cry louder. Thankfully, no one in the Smash House took notice of the Primid's looming pain, so Ponny had a good chance to cry.