It was already a few months that I had now been a closet Brony. I hadn't told anyone other than Jesse that I was a Brony. I had been keeping up with the Brony fandom online and watched all of season 1 of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I thought it was finally time to tell my friend Butch about it. I confronted him at football practice after talking a bit.

"Hey Butch, do you remember that show we used to laugh about? My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic?" I asked. He started laughing already. "Ha, yeah, how could I forget something so stupid?" he said. After that, I was thinking of not telling him but I knew I had to. I couldn't keep it a secret forever. "Well I sorta watch it now." I blurted out. He didn't believe me at first. "Yeah, like you would be one of those gay fatties who watch ponies all day." That really ticked me off. "I'm NOT gay. I am a Brony." I said, determined to convince him. He was actually starting to look worried. "Are you serious? No man, you can't be. We're men. You remember that. We play football. Not watch a show about unicorns and the magic of friendship. You got that!" "It's not what you think. You have to watch it to know what it's really like." I said, realizing that I myself might be turning someone else into a Brony now. Butch just stared at me for a few seconds and then said "Loser.". "You know that the Brony's motto is to love and tolerate everyone. So no matter what you say, you're not going to get a reaction out of me. I'm going to love and tolerate you to the best of my abilities." I told him. He stopped at first but then decided to ignore met and ran back into the game to continue practicing.

I sat on the bench realizing that in by exposing my Bronyness, I might have just lost a friend. Then again, if he could get so upset as to stop being my friend just because of a show I watch, then he was probably never my friend to begin with. Eventually, it was time to go back home.

The next day at school, I was in for a huge surprise. Nothing out of the ordinary at first. I went to my first period class and then went to the bathroom at passing time. When I was done, I started walking out and I saw a huge crowd of students there. I stupidly thought they were all there for the bathroom because Butch stepped behind me in that direction. Soon, another huge flood of students surrounded the first crowd. It probably wasn't but it looked as though half the student body was there. Then I felt someone push me to the ground. It was Butch.

"Hey! What was that for!" I yelled about to get back up but Butch kicked me back down. He didn't even care to answer me and instead spoke to the crowd. "Yep! This is the guy who watches My Little Pony!" he said. I suddenly heard everyone talking. It seemed as though every second I heard gay, faggot, or queer. Then it struck me. Someone's foot that is. And another. And another. Soon everyone was kicking me and I couldn't get up. Even at my head I felt kicks. So much pain was flooding through me. My vision started to go blurry. I tried to yell out Love and Tolerate but the only thing that came out was mumbled words. I continued trying to say Love and Tolerate, each time softer and softer until I eventually passed out.