Eighth
Sun, May 24 '20, 02:23
Pat Story by Anon
>Taking a seat down on soft cushion, Octavia let herself get comfortable as the lights began to dim.
>The movies were the only place she could get away from her hectic life.
>As she grabbed her bucket of popcorn, something felt... off.
>The air in the theater room's air felt thick, almost as if an evil spirit had invaded.
>Not paying attention to it, Octavia grabbed a few kernels of popcorn and put them in her mouth.
>A seat behind her creaked, followed by a heavy breathing.
>Octavia chose to ignore it and continue eating her snack.
>The breathing grew thicker as a feint, "Daymn," entered her ears.
>A moment passed as silence filled the room once again.
>"Daymn."
>The voice was a little more than a whisper, but not loud enough to grasp Octavia's attention.
>"Daymn!"
>Now a booming statement, Octavia couldn't help but let her curiosity get the best of her.
>Slowly, she turned her head to find the source of this voice only to meet eyes with an alicorn zebra.
>His crooked smile broke across his lips as his eyes glistened with an ounce of hope as she made eye contact with him.
>Choosing to ignore the zebra, she resumed her position and turned back to the screen ahead of her.
>"Oh daymn! Okay, okay..."
>Octavia began to grow uneasy as the voice grew louder, only short of a shout.
>Shuffling a bit in her seat, she tried her best to ignore the obnoxious zebra.
>"Excuse me, can I talk to you for a minute?"
>Not wanting to bring attention to him, Octavia's eyes stayed glued to screen as she withheld her urge to look back.
>"EXCUSE ME. CAN I TALK TO YOU FOR A MINUTE?"
>There was no way to avoid this now.
>Turning around to face the Zebra, Octavia held the urge to tell him off.
"Surely. What can I help you with?"
>Waving his hooves around like an uncultured buffoon, the zebra sat up in his seat.

>"Uh, yeah. My name Pat-rick. It's spelled like Patrick but it's pronounced like Pat-rick. Uh, yeah, just wanted ya to know: the back of yo head is ridickalis."
>Octavia held back the need to wretch at the zebra's behavior.
"Um, thank you."
>She returned to previous position and continued to watch the previews as they rolled on the screen.
>"Yeah, you are welcome!"
>So close was the vomit from erupting from her stomach.
>From out of nowhere, the zebra took a seat beside her, causing Octavia to jump.
>"So where's your boyfriend?"
>The stench of malt liquor and watermelon cologne filled the mare's nostrils as he attempted small talk.
"I'm sorry, what?"
>"Where's yo boyfriend at? Is he getting you refreshments? Is he tall? Is he getting you Mike and Ikes? You like Mike and Ikes? Is he hefty? Is he coming back? Where yo boyfriend at? Where yo boyfriend at?"
>The questions kept piling on as Octavia attempted to speak.
"I d-don't have a boyfriend."
>The zebra's smile grew wider, sending a chill down Octavia's spine.
>"Oh! You don't? You don't have a boyfriend? Okay. Okay, okay..."
>Something in the back of Octavia's head told her that was not the best thing to tell him.
>"Yeah, so, listen, I was wondering... Can I have yo number?"
>Again, as she tried to speak, the zebra barraged her with the same question over and over again.
>"Can I have yo number? Can I have yo number?"
"N-no. I don't give out my number... in theaters. T-the movie's about to start..."
>Octavia held back the urge to smack herself for such a shitty excuse.
>The zebra nodded his head, almost like he understood.
>"Oh yeah, that's cool, that's cool. I get it. You all into pondering like cinemas and make believes and say you know... yeah, yeah. That's cool. Me too, me too!"
>Lifting himself from his seat, the zebra made way for the aisle.

>Octavia could feel a sigh of relief on it's way as he continued to spit out nonsense.
>As she turned to see him off, he was no longer in the aisle.
>"What's yo name, delicate?"
>Octavia jumped again, nearly falling out of her seat.
>The zebra was now on the other side of her, his odor making her nauseous once more.
"Uh, O-Octavia," she stuttered, not knowing what to do.
>His grin turned near devious as his head cocked back in surprise.
>"Oh, Octavia! Aw, daymn! Hold up! That's a French-ass name, Octavia!"
>This guy couldn't be this retarded...
>"Yeah, my little baguette. My little cheese on my baguette. Yeah. Mmmm."
>Covering her face with her hoof, Octavia tried to hide her shame.
>An awkward silence rang throughout the room as Pat-rick turned back to the screen, taking a sip of his soda.
>"So listen... Can I have yo number? Can I have yo number?"
>So badly did Octavia want to run away, but she knew that would only end with a chase, possibly ending in rape.
"T-this is my day off, and I just want to watch this movie. Alone. I'm sorry."
>Pat-rick nodded his head violently, mostly likely not listening to a word she had just said.
>"Okay, I get it, I get it. I respect that."
>He rose from his seat and disappeared into the aisle once more.
>Octavia peeked out of the corner of her eye and could see him any more.
>She did, however, notice the heavy breathing on her neck.
>Slowly, she turned around to notice the zebra staring at her with his soulless eyes.
>"So I can't have it?"
"No! I don't give it out."
>"Oooooooh, okay. Okay. I get it, I get it. You, uh, you binding all selective because you have a long mane. Right?"
"No."
>"Right?"
"No."
>"You think a lot of stallions can't handle the regalness of a hairdo."
>Octavia, trying her best not to scream out for help, shook her head.

"No, no. I'm not being anything because of my hairdo."
>Pat-rick climbed over the seat and reclaimed his previous seat beside Octavia, shaking his head in disappointment.
>"Tavi, Tavi, Tavi, Tavi, girl, Tavi, Tavi. Don't be insecure, girl. Own that hairdo. Work that mane."
>Scooting over as far in her seat as she could, Octavia let out a nervous chuckle.
"O-okay, I will."
>Pat-rick lipped his lips in the most non-seductive way thought possible.
>"Ah, daymn. You're kinda sexy when you take my advice, girl. I like that."
>Getting up, Octavia moved over a seat to place some space between her and the zebra.
>"So, uh, listen..."
>He scooted over, getting into Octavia's face.
>"Can I have yo number? Can I have it?"
>Moving to the next seat, Octavia tried her best to get away from Pat-rick, only to have him get closer and closer.
>"Can I please receive the secret code that will telephonically which will pass me through to you and get yo beautiful ass number?"
>Again, she moved, only to have him get ever closer.
>"Can I have it? Can I have it?"
>Tears began to swell in his eyes as his voice cracked each time he asked the question.
>"Can I? Can I? Can I have it?"
>He sniffed the air around the mare, sending her into a chaotic state of mind.
>"Can I have it?"
"No! I just want to watch the movie. Alone!"
>The smile returned to the zebra's face as he cocked his head back.
>"Oh, okay! That's cool, that's cool. You keep doing yo thing."
>Slowly, but surely, he made his way toward the door, mumbling to himself.
>"You enjoy yo movie. I'll see you later."
>As he exited the theater, Octavia could have sworn she heard him whisper one last thing.
>"I love you..."

FIN
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