Previously
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Part 2

>You aren't accustomed to this kind of generosity.
>Most creatures show animosity towards your kind.
>Maybe there's just something about ape-things that makes them inclined to be nice.
>Inside Anon's home, you've taken refuge.
>It's a really nice place, too. The wooden décor is fantastic.
>Guess it matches him, really. He seems like one of the kindest pon- uh, people you've met.
>Right now you are in his room, a place where he hasn't been since you came to the door.
>Luckily for you, he showed you his book closet.
>He has quite the stash.
>Although, you haven't ever heard of most of these authors. And such strange names!
>Who ever heard of a p0ny called Isaac Asimov anyway?
>How do you even pronounce that...
>A lot of these books look boring.
>Pick up another. “Great Expectations”? Nope.
>Throw it to the bad pile.
>”How To Train Your Dragon”? Wow, he actually has a manual for that?!
>Good pile. Definitely gonna read THAT soon.
>...
>There's... quite a lot of books out there.
>Better choose which to read soon.
>Excitedly, you rush over to the pile.

>It's been 2 days since Echo the batpony showed up on your front door.
>She seems to have settled in fairly well.
>And by “settling in” you mean stealing your bedroom.
>As you walk inside, you sigh.
>She's already made a mess of it.
>Books are sprawled all over the floor, and the sheets haven't been made.
>In the middle of the floor she's staring enthusiastically at a kid's book.
>On the front is a doodle of a dragon.
“What have you been doing in here?!”
>She looks up, then cowers behind the book.
>”Uh, uh, nothing! I was just... y'know, reading.”
>You scratch your temples, wishing you hadn't shown her your collection.
“How did you manage to read OVER 50 BOOKS in 30 minutes?!”
>Her cheeks turn a rosy pink.
>”I-uhh, well, you see...”
>She scratches the back of her head with a hoof.
>”...I got nuthin'.”
>Scornfully you put your foot down, in both senses.
“Echo, you'll clean this up right away.”
>”U-uh, sure.”
>She looks at the floor sadly, her amber eyes losing their twinkle.
>Damn, why does she make it so hard to be mad?
>No, you gotta keep a resolve.
>...But, you don't want your guest to feel unwelcome.
“Uh... Look. I'll help if you want.”
>She smiles and nods.
>The pair of you get to it.
“Can I ask, why is it you were reading a kids book?”
>She looks at you with an intrigued scowl.
>”Kids book? I was reading a manual on how to keep a pet dragon.”
>This one. This one right here.
“No, that's a kids book. It's from my home.”
>”Hey, I never did ask ya that. How did you get here?”
>And finally, after so long you get to re-tell the thrilling tale of how you came to Magical Horse Place.
“I come from a place called Earth. It's... really far from here. Maybe another dimension or something. I dunno. But a while back, I was asked to be a test subject for a new experiment. I was broke, so I thought 'whatever, I need money' and they were paying big.”
>She sits there attentively, her eyes huge as she listens to your little story.
“Without the cash I would've been homeless. So before I go in, they say to me 'We can't tell you exactly what we're going to do. It's rather dangerous but no matter what happens you won't be harmed.' Then, they start up this generator thing. There's this blinding flash of white light, and before I know it I'm in Equestria.”
>She looks confused.
>”So, you agreed to something that you had no idea what it would do to you?”
“Yeah.”
>She smiles coyly.
>”You're an idiot.”
“Hey, I was a man in need.”
>”I guess that makes two of us then.”
“Hm. I guess it does.”
>Odd.

>There's a knock on your door.
>It's almost night. Who could it be?
>Upon opening the door you're greeted by a minty turquoise p0ny.
“Oh, hey Lyra.”
>She seems a bit jittery.
>”Uh, hi Anon. I was wondering if you still had that book on h-human history?”
>Well, where else could it have gone?
“Echo? Could you bring down Humanity: A Timeline please?”
>”Sure thing!”
>As you hear the clops of her hooves, Lyra jests.
>”Is that your special somep0ny, Anon?”
>Not again.
“No, Lyra. She isn't.”
>”Does that mean I can be-?”
>Before she can spit it out, you hush her with a hand to her mouth.
>”Here's that book you were looking for.”
>Lyra's pupils shrink in fear, and she freezes to the spot.
>You grab the book from Echo and hand it to Lyra.
>She's still staring at your batpony friend.
“Was that it, or-”
>”Anon, I think you'd better visit me tomorrow.”
>With that, she dashes out the door, slamming it behind her.
>You turn around, but Echo is gone.
>Walk into your bedroom.
>Not there either...
>The window is open.
>Oh no.