http://imgur.com/ti1V4iI >Seemingly random images swirl around you in the darkness >They seem blurry, but as you focus you begin to see them a bit clearer >It’s only as they continue to fade in and out do you realize what they are >Images of the people you know >The people you’ve known >Your life now, and in the past >However every image has one thing in common, they’re all bad memories >Some little things like the multiple times you’ve spilled spaghetti in the past few days >Others though, much more >You can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed with just how many moments in time are on display around you >Like a greatest hits collection, but instead of greatest accomplishments it’s all failures >Through it all though, you get the strangest feeling that you’re not alone >A spine-chillingly familiar voice rings out in your head >”So looking at all this, do you really think they’ll accept you?” >Shadowfright stands above you like an indomitable mountain, but for some reason he feels wrong >Like he belongs with the bad memories swirling around you >”This isn’t really what I was expecting, from even a half-baked hero…” >Shaking his head he walks away his footsteps echoing in the void >”This isn’t all you’ve got, is it?” >As he walks away you realize that you’re staring up at him from the floor >You don’t remember being here a second ago >Pain riddles your slump form as he stares at you impatiently from afar >”Show me what you've got.” >For the first time in wherever you are you feel an incredible amount of emotion besides shame and sadness >Anger, frustration, and resent fill you to the brim >Like a cup overfilling with water you can’t help but let those emotions out >But you feel like the only way to is in defiance >So you try to stand up, but your limbs heavy and numb refuse to obey >Trying once more is met with the same result, failure >You can’t let it end like this >You feel like you have to stand up >That you NEED to >Even if you get the feeling that you shouldn’t >However it doesn’t matter if you can or can’t as you begin to fall into the pool of darkness >Looking up you can see the suited shadow man fade into the distance >Everything feels so quiet and distant as you begin to float in the nothing >You have nothing more to do than keep track of time as a strange wave of melancholy takes over >At first you no longer feel your pain >Then as the seconds turn to minutes you lose feeling in your limbs >As they turn to hours you begin to lose feeling in the entirety of your body >When it finally feels as though days have passed you no longer feel anything >Just the emptiness of darkness >You can’t seem to remember what feeling even was like >It’s only a distant memory as you try to think >However thinking in itself is becoming hard as you try to keep track of time in this void >You think therefore you are, but what happens if you stop thinking in a place where you’re not even sure the other bits of you exist? >You try to focus on this question so you won’t have to find out its answer >Just as the taxing process of thought becomes too much to bear you hear something >The sound of shattering glass it echoes all around you >The darkness that was choking your senses seems to loosen its stranglehold on you >Without anything actually changing the void seems lighter >You still can’t feel your body, but you don’t feel scared for not being able to do so anymore >Sound once again graces your newly returned senses as you can hear what sounds like the rumbling of a car fade in and out >Voices follow with that, but you can only catch bits and pieces >”What---- yo----- she---n-----ering?” >”I---en-------n’t----et----ough---r.” >”Girls----see----seeing?” >”Good lord…” >Straining to listen in further you’re met with nothing before an overwhelming noise assaults your ears >The sound of static seems to increase as you feel, cold? >Your eyes snap open in shock as you awaken with a start >With your heart racing you can feel your body slick in a cold sweat >Staring at the cream colored ceiling you try to wrangle your heavy breathing into a more relaxed state >You’re having trouble doing so as various thoughts race through your head over and over >Mostly the one major thing you took away from your encounter with the shadowy bird man named Shadowfright >You’re not strong, not by a long-shot >Were the past five years for nothing!? >Did you really even focus on improving yourself at all?! >After all thinking back on it, you’ve had this fact reaffirmed more than a couple times already >Once by Chrissy and just the sheer terror she could inspire in you >You couldn’t even muster the courage to move, until your pin helped you >Hell, just meeting Nihilem >It was like being manhandled by a god >Another time by Gilda in the park >Had Trixie not been there… >Once more with Aria and that superhero dude >But you put up a decent fight >Though you probably shouldn’t be too happy as to why >Then there’s finally that smiling man >You don’t even know what the hell he did >Even as what you saw flashes in your mind you can’t see what happened >You ball your hands into fists as you remember every run in you’ve had >You don’t know if what Shadowfright said is right, and honestly you don’t care >You still need to get stronger >Even after how hard you've tried... >The cream colored ceiling begins to blur slightly >Or maybe you just need to find someone else who is… >Streaks of moisture manifest themselves on your face as you clench your jaw in frustration >Maybe you should just stop thinking about this for now though >You sniffle silently as you close your eyes >It’s really not good to cry so much since it won’t change anything >Well, it’s never really worked before anyways >Yea, just need to focus on right now >It's dumb to think you could just beat magic by being physically strong >You're just mad right now >Breathing deeply you start rubbing the tears welling up in your eyes >Only to flinch in pain as you touch your right eye >Oh fuck that’s right >Shadowfright hit you in the face, a lot >You lie there with your eyes closed trying to sort through the almost melting pot of feelings you have >The feeling you get when you wake up from the occasional mini-coma, feelings of inadequacy, and the dull pain of a black eye >Shit, you’re supposed to stop focusing on that stuff >Opening your eyes once more you stare at the creamy ceiling while snorting a bit of snot >Wait, you don’t have cream colored walls like that… >Actually you don’t really remember what happened at the end there >So that brings to light a very important question that you should answer >Where are you? >Maybe sitting up would help? >You always have the brightest ideas >Moving to sit up you instantly start regretting your bright idea >Twisting your torso up you feel soreness spread through your body with a vengeance >You hug yourself in an attempt to relive some of it, but only cause more pain to course through your arms >Yea that was a bad idea >You’d flop back into bed, but you think that’d probably be an even worse idea at this point >Looking down at your tensed body you can see that you are in fact covered in bruises >Well, more peppered with them at this point >Though you suppose you should be happy they aren’t worse >With the amount of bruising you have, you’ll be fine >Probably >Sure, it’ll hurt like a motherfucker to do pretty much any physical activity, but you’ve hurt yourself like this before >It was just before you didn’t have anyone to thank for it besides yourself >Really will have to thank Shadowfright for them >You can feel your mind begin to drift towards your conversation with him >Squeezing your eyes shut you try to force your thoughts away from that >Remember, more important things to worry about >Like the whole where you are, or even more important, what happened to your clothes? >Opening your eyes drift back down to your bruised body >Besides looking like you took a tumble through an ink factory you’re only wearing your tank top and underwear >Though you do recall your armor being pretty beat up last you remember >Looking up you decide to scan the rest of the room instead of dwell on that train of thought >You seem to be on a bed nestled in the corner of the room >There’s a closet sitting between a shelf with a few trinkets and the wall a bit past the foot of the bed >Then there’s also the prominent white wood door and a wood desk on the right wall >Oh wait, there’s a window and a bedside drawer right next to you on the wall behind you >Oh double wait! >Beside the little lamp on the bedside drawer being illuminated by a ray of sunshine is a glass of water, and even better than that, what looks like some ibuprofen! >Those glorious little miracles in the form of pills! >You grab 3 of the little morsels and drown them down the hatch with a drink of water >You can’t help but swallow the whole glass as the icy cold liquid trickles down your parched throat >Ah, nothing hits the spot more than water after you wake from the dead >Letting out a content sigh you place the glass back down on the bedside drawer >Well that’s certainly going to help you with the pain >Check one problem off the ever expanding list >Maybe you should find some more clothes, or answer that where you are thing, or get something to eat cause you’re hungrier than a cannibal in a maternity ward >You stop as you think about that for a moment >Or would nursery be a bett— >You’re startled out of your pondering by the sudden creaking of the door >Swinging open the door you hum the wondercolts theme to yourself as step into the guest bedroom >You stop mid-stride as you see Anon’s up and at em “Well look who’s finally awake!” >He sits there seemingly stunned before looking away >Blinking with a half-smile he quietly chuckles >”Heh, yea; how long was I out?” >You walk over to the foot of the bed and place the towel and toiletries down >Whipping out your phone you check the time >4:05pm >Nodding you crunch your face up with a smile “Just about 12 hours or so.” >He nods slowly before staring at his feet >Blinking he opens his mouth and closes it like he wants to say something >Leaning against the wall you stare at him from the end of the bed “Got something you wanna ask?” >He looks to you before snapping his gaze down to the right >”Well it’s just uhh, so instead of asking how long I was out I probably should’ve just asked what time it is…” >You let loose a giggle at his embarrassment >Here you were thinking something was actually up >You were a bit worried considering the condition he was in this morning >Shaking your head you smile “It’s 4:05.” >Grunting he nods >”So another real quick question, where are we?” >Snapping your fingers you point to him with a finger gun “Well you are in for a treat because you are in none other than the Rainbow Dash’s own abode.” >Waving your hand with a flourish you hold it out as you pose against the wall “I know this room may not impress, but I assure you my room is the epicenter of all things awesome for over 20 miles.” >Anon’s chuckle devolves into a light cough as he holds his side >”Please don’t make me laugh at such a good joke, it hurts.” >Putting on your own wryly smile to match his you fake scoff “Yea whatever, you can say that now, but when I give you the grand tour of the place I’m sure it’ll knock your socks off.” >Pointing to Anon’s covered feet you smirk “Course you’re gonna have put some on first.” >He smiles before closing his eyes >”Like your room is that cool.” >However speaking of socks >You pat the toiletries at the foot of the bed lightly “Before then though, take a shower dude; you reek.” >He gives you a puzzled look >”I do not, I smell fantastic!” >You raise a smug eyebrow as his face grows more uncertain >Looking down at his armpit he lifts his arm up and takes a little sniff >You can’t help but notice the subtle wince he made as he lifted his arm >Hopefully he doesn’t feel nearly as bad as he looks >”Ok, maybe just maybe I could use some soap.” >You cock your head to the side “Really dude? I’ve smelt the end of wondercolt practices that were fresher than you are.” >Putting his arm back in his lap he rolls his eyes >”Well, I guess I really must stink if YOU say so.” >Crossing your arms you step away from the wall “And what’s that supposed to mean, mean green stink machine?” >He scoffs as he grins at you >”Just means that you seem like the smelly type, ya know the kind who smells?” >Your mouth hangs open slightly as you comprehend what he just did “Was that a crappy attempt at a play on words?” >Blowing air through pursed lips he looks out the window >”Pft pffft no, maybe…” >Shaking your head you turn to the door “Take a shower, think of a better reply, and we can continue from there.” >Sighing he chuckles >”Sure sure, where’s the shower and some clothes?” >You point to the wardrobe as you continue towards the door “AJ and Rarity gnabbed a pair of your clothes and your shower stuff.” >Stopping at the door frame your do a 180 “Bathroom is right across the hall, can't miss it.” >Nodding he smiles softly >”Thanks...” “No prob Anon, come downstairs when you’re all freshened up.” >You give him a thumbs up as you moonwalk out of the door frame and down the hall >You watch Rainbow moonwalk out of view before chuckling once more >Hm, you wouldn’t have thought it last night, but boy are you happy Rainbow acts the way she do >Ain’t nothing like a little real life shit-tier bants to lift your spirits when you’re low >Is this why everyone does it in the comments sections? >You sigh with a smile before eyeing the towel with your things on top of it >While you appreciate being able to shower with your own stuff, you don’t really know how to feel about AJ and Rares getting your stuff without you >Honestly the fact that you’ve had so many people over in your place is weird enough, and that’s not taking into account that ALL of them were girls >Though you did sorta beat the shit out of at least two of them… >You shake your head >No, now’s not time for those thoughts! >You gotta shower and meet up with Rainbow >She’s probably actually somewhat hype about showing you her house >After all she was practically like a dog wagging her tail when you let her show you her goal kicking skills >Though this does bring to mind another very important question… >Why the hell did her parents just let her bring an injured guy into her place and NOT call the cops? >Definitely gonna have to ask her about that one >You stiffly swing your legs over and onto the ground >Yep, this is gonna hurt a bit >Breathing deeply you grab the towel care package >Hopefully the ibuprofen kicks in soonish >Though a hot shower should actually soothe you a bit too >Ok, you’ll get up real quick and quickly close the distance between you and the fantastic warm rejuvenating water of the shower >It’ll be easy >Just gotta stand up… >You sit on the couch hugging your legs to your chest as you flip through channels on the tv >You can’t quite nail down what you’re going to say to Anon >After all it’s not like you can just tell him you froze when he was rolling on the ground looking like he was gonna die… >Though he doesn’t seem too or at least doesn’t look like he remembers >You certainly do though >You’ve been in plenty of jams before, but for some reason… >The air of that place, and the look on his face… >It was like you couldn’t move >Heh, and you call yourself a friend >What kind of friend can’t even be there when they’re needed? >You stare into the glow of the tv as you berate yourself >You shake your head as you start to drift off too deep into thought >Hopefully he’ll be up for just hanging out for a bit while the others talk with Celestia and Luna >If you recall you were told you just need to keep his mind off the past few days and help him relax >Though you’re not really big on the whole relaxing thing yourself lately… >The life of a super awesome athlete slash world saving super powered heroine can be tiring sometimes >Maybe after showing him your room you can take a walk to the mall? >It should be sunny for a bit longer, and it is pretty nice outside >Walking will do him good if he aches half as much as he looks like he does >Or you guys could always play some more Super Street Crusher Physic— >You stop suddenly as you come to the news >You can’t help but notice the EXPLOSIONS IN THE NIGHT scrolling across the screen >”In the early hours of the morning several explosions were reported at the Fancy Pants and Co. building on Mane St.” >What?! >The reporter reads off a teleprompter with feigned concern as you focus in >”An apparent fault in the infrastructure of the building is the supposed cause.” >The video cuts to the Fancy Pants and Co. building in a state of ruin >Gaping holes in the side of the building along with collapsed sections of the warehouse greets your eyes >What on earth could’ve happened after you left? >Did Platinum do this? >”Both stationed guards while patrolling the warehouse were injured in the blasts.” >You completely forgot about the guards! >You were so busy dealing with getting separated and then jumped >The footage transitions to several shots of ambulances and other rescue vehicles surrounding the back end >”However, due to the ASC’s on site automated alarm system enabling a speedy response time both officers are now safely in stable condition.” >Well that’s somewhat of a relief >While you and your friends may have been a bit in over your heads at the very least it seems like the guards you went in to help ended up ok >Thank god Platinum was there >Had things kept going like they were, well you don’t know… >Blinking you stare at your rainbow colored toe socks >Wiggling your toes you tune out the news >You’re getting a bit hungry >Not to mention that you have been meaning to get some new running shoes >Your old ones are starting to slip and slide again >Maybe you actually should go to the mall? >What’s the worst that can happen? >The sound of heavy footsteps descending the stairs draws your attention from your thoughts >Oh, didn’t think he’d be done already >Switching the tv off you stand up and look to the stairway expectantly >Oh man do you feel good >You haven’t felt so relaxed in ages >You know it’s probably a combination of the fact you don’t take medicine very often, the past days being literally the most stressful you’ve had, and that fucking shower >Jimmy john Christmas that shower >That shower was unreal >You honestly weren’t sure if that thing even was a shower before you turned it on >Thing seems more akin to belonging in an H. G. Wells book than a bathroom >So many knobs and twisty bits >Not even mentioning the touchscreen controls! >But oh-ho-oh boy when you turned it on >You stop at the foot of the stairs and stare down the carpeted steps >You may feel really good and all, but are you THAT good? >Looking down at your leg you lift it up to hip level >Oh wait a sec, it was your torso not your legs that hurt >Well, neither hurt too much now thanks to the modern miracle of drugs >Shrugging you start your descent down the fuzzy steps >You think you hear a tv or something before silence takes over >Getting down halfway you spot Rainbow standing in what looks like a living room, and HOLY SHIT THAT TV! >That thing has gotta be like 100 inches at least! >Pretending not to notice that monstrosity of a tv you lazily wave to Rainbow “Yo.” >She smirks back at you >”Finally, didn’t think it’d take you that long.” >Hey, that shower was like actual rocket science >It may have been awesome, but fuck if you weren’t fumbling around for a few minutes trying to figure it out >You’re not gonna let her know that though >She’ll make fun of you for it if last night was any indicator >Best to show no weakness lest she pounce on it like a lion >Playing it cool you throw a side-ways smile towards her right “Yea well, some of us actually like to get extra clean; ya know, wash behind the ears and everything.” >Giving you a skeptical smirk and a nod Rainbow points back up the stairs >”Yea ok, well you’re gonna want to just go right back up those stairs.” >You raise your own eyebrow as she walks towards the staircase “Why, I just got here and everything?” >Leaning on the handrail with her elbow she props her face up with her hand as she stares up at you with big lavender half circles >”Did you forget already?” >You forget a lot of things >Some by choice, but mostly because you’re too busy thinkin about other stuff >Though you may need to start considering you might have minor brain damage due to constant violent trauma to the head >Deciding not to pretend you answer as clearly and concisely as possible “Yea probably.” >Her face slides down her head as her jaw hangs open >”I have to show you the most awesome part of the house, my room!” >Oh yea that, you totally didn’t forget >She was going to show you around >Damn, she looks kinda looks like you just kicked over her sandcastle and told her santa isn’t real >Is it that big a deal to her? >Of course it is, you just kinda know Rainbow and you already KNOW how she is >Like a kid who wants to share the coolest thing they have >It’s just that in this case the coolest thing is herself and all her stuff >Time for a bit of damage control “I mean, I just thought you’d save that for last. Ya know, save the best for last and all that?” >Waving her hand around as if to perish the thought she smiles >”Pfft as if, this is a Rainbow Dash tour mi amigo, and you know what that means?” >You don’t, but you get the feeling you’re about to >Holding her pointer finger up with one hand and her other on her hip she proudly exclaims with gutso >”On a Rainbow Dash tour we only see the awesome places starting and ending with the most awesome!” >Only see the awesome places starting and ending with the most awesome? >Wait a second! >You squint your eyes and point an accusatory finger gun at Rainbow “Doesn’t that mean we only visit one location?” >Smiling a wide toothy smile she snatches your finger gun in her hand and steps past you >”Don’t worry about that now, come on! We gotta get started already!” >Gently dragging you up the steps you can’t help but smile and sigh >Guess you’re gonna see her room first >Exiting the stairs you also notice something else as she leads you down the hallway >Her hand is surprisingly soft >Furrowing your brow that you notice that out of all of this you’re brought to a halt before a pristine light blue door >Is that a sticker that says, ”Blaze it” on it? >Rainbow let’s go of your hand and twirls around to face you >Noticing your incredulous look she chuckles as she looks where you are >”That’s just a joke my mom teases my dad with.” >Oh of course >You nod smiling before stopping halfway through and doing a double take “What kind of joke is just slapping a sticker with blaze it on your door even?” >Wait “Actually hold up on that note, why even on your door?” >Here smile gets warmer as she stares down the hall >”Well you see, my dad’s last name is blaze and there was a little joke that he and his friends had in high school.” >You watch her lean back against the door and close her eyes as her smile grows >”See apparently he did a lot of dangerous stunts in high school without thinking twice regardless of what it was.” >Sounds completely safe >”It got to the point that whenever they would dare each other to do stupid stuff they would say to blaze it!” >Doesn’t that already mean something else? >”Supposedly because of one of those blaze it moments my mom and dad met.” >How romantic? >”Mom was looking through their old year book when she saw it scribbled all over my dad’s.” >Rainbow points to the sticker with a snicker >”It didn’t take her long before she found out what it meant. She ran off and printed out dozens of em to stick around the house!” >Wow, that’s some dedication for a joke >Running a hand through her hair her smile turns a bit more smug >”So that’s why if you look around enough you’ll find a few of them hidden here and there.” >While not the weirdest thing you’ve found hidden randomly it’s certainly not something you’d just expect >Wait, all this talk about her parents has got you thinking! “Hey Rainbow.” >She holds a hand up >”You can call me Dash, we’re friends so it’s cool.” >You’ll address that another time, instead for now “Where are your folks anyways?” >Shrugging she shakes her head >”I have no clue.” >Reaching into her skirt pocket she pulls out a folded piece of paper >”They left this on the fridge but I don’t know if it’s real or not.” >You take the note and unfold it expecting some coded message or something >Dear Daughter, we have gone to Florida for an extended vacation love your parents >What? >An extended trip to Florida? >Outta the blue? >Why does this sound familiar? >Returning both Rain-Dash’s shrug and paper you shake your head “Yea I have no idea either.” >Taking the crumpled note back she shoves it in her skirt pocket >”Well whatever, we have more important things to worry about!” >Ah yea, back to the not-really-a-tour tour >Holding a hand out towards the door your smile “Well, don’t keep me in suspense.” >Assuming an odd pose Rai-Dash smiles >”Now I don’t want to hype it up too much here, but let me tell you some stuff in advance!” >Oh boy, you get the feeling what she has to say will be absolutely, riveting >”First, I know what you’re thinking and yes, this is indeed where all the magic happens.” >Not even close to what you had on your mind >”And while I assure you I do enjoy it, I would appreciate it if there was no flash photography in my lair.” >It’s a lair now? >Also with what camera? >Oh shit you left your phone in your tactical vest! >Will have to grab that later >”Oh and one last warning before we do this.” >Oh christ’s sake >Her face suddenly grows very stern as she looks at you with a Clint Eastwood-esque stare >”Inside my domain lies a creature older and stronger than time itself…” >W-what? >Stepping forward she stares up into your eyes a few inches away >”The legends call him, Tank.” >Man, she smells like vanilla >You just make sure to smell girls close to you reflexively don’t you? >Stepping back she rests a hand on the door handle before looking over her shoulder >”Behold!” >Throwing the door open she holds her arm into her room revealing it like a game show host reveals what’s behind curtain number 3 >Taking a step forward through the threshold you can’t help but be at least a bit curious as to what her room looks like >Looking around though, standing in the middle of the room you sweeping your gaze all over Dash’s hyped up lair >Well honestly you’re a bit surprised >It’s not nearly as dirty as you thought it’d be! >Hell, besides the odd discarded bit of clothing hanging off the closet door or chair it’s downright clean! >”So, is it awesome or is it AWESOME!” >Instead of looking to see how dirty the room is you actually give it the once over just to check the aesthetics >Now that you’re paying more attention to that though >You have no idea how you missed all the stuff she had! >There’s a veritable ton of trophies and awards! >Like god damn, if those were all real gold and silver you’re pretty sure R-Dash >If Dash melted them down she would be rich >Stepping up next to you she admires her trophy case with you >”Oh yea, forgot to mention my horde of gold and other precious metals.” >You chuckle a bit at that as you look over at the proudly beaming athlete “You know, the way you’re hyping your room up it’s like you’re trying to paint yourself as a superhero.” >Shaking her head she walks over to her bed turning around to face you as she leans on the foot of it >”Well I’ll have you know that I’ve helped save the school three times already.” >She smirks before falling backwards onto the bed with a *pomf* >Stretching out she yawns >”I don’t mean to brag, but I don’t think I’m too far off from being one.” >You look away from the filled cabinet of awards back at the relaxing Dash “Eh, maybe.” >You walk over to the closet before turning to her peering eyes “But to be a true superhero you need a costume!” >Closing her eyes with a smile she lets out a small chuckle >”Heh, if that’s all I need why don’t you open the closet?” >Open the closet? >You turn to the slightly ajar door >You can’t see in the darkness, but you assume it’s clothes >Though being that it’s her closet you don’t know what to expect >You grab the door handle and slide it fully open >Sliding the door all the way to the right causes a *click* to sound off within the darkness >With an electric hum a bright blue light illuminates the closet >Well grab a marker and color you surprised >The inside of the closet is like a cornucopia of outfits! >There are a few jerseys, tracksuits, and a multitude of different uniforms >It strikes you as a bit odd >While investigating the closet a bit further you tilt your head back to Rainbow “You really didn’t strike me as someone with so many outfits Ra-DASH.” >It’s an impressive collection she actually probably could fashion together a makeshift super suit >”I’m not; Rarity’s hooked me up over the years.” >Should’ve figured as much >Why else would everything be color coordinated to suit her to a T? >You can hear the springs of the mattress groan as she bounces off the bed >”She really went overboard during the Friendship games though, that’s when most of these were made.” >You stop snooping for a moment and turn around with a smirk “Rarity going overboard with clothes; surely you jest?” >She rolls her eyes as she places a hand on her hip >”Yea yea, in other breaking news Twilight likes books, AJ farms apples, and I do the sports more at 5.” >Chuckling you turn back to your inspection of her closet >You can feel her standing behind you as you look around >”Though more importantly Anon, why’d you call me a radish?” >You tense up at her mention of your slip of the tongue >It’s not like you can just change how you address someone on the fly, you’ve gotten used to saying and thinking Rainbow! >Instead of actually saying that though you look for something to segway to >Thankfully you spot something in the corner of the closet >Pointing to it you try to change the subject as smoothly as possible “Uh… hey what’s that!?” >Smooth >You expect Radash to start making fun of you, but to your surprise something else happens >The mound of clothing you pointed to starts to move! “Oh what in the hell?” >You see your blue acquaintance behind you as she pokes her head over your shoulder >”What?” >You point again to the slow moving heap of bike shorts and socks “I know that washing your clothes might seem like an alien concept, but it actually has its uses I swear.” >You back into her as the moving mystery pile moves towards you “Otherwise if you leave them out for too long you get this shit, horrifying creatures made out of your dirty clothes.” >Blowing a mini-raspberry she leans over you reaching towards the moving clothing ball >”Ok first off, I wash my clothes on a semi-regular basis.” >Semi-regular? “What like every other fortnight?” >She gives you a cheeky smile as she grabs the no doubt Gigerian monster of her unwashed wear >”Very funny, but no.” >Bringing the slightly squirming creature from the blue closet she brushes off some of the surface clothes revealing a shell >Holding up the shell in a nest of discarded clothing like a trophy she smiles >”And secondly, this isn’t a monster it’s my faithful sidekick Tank!” >As if waiting for his cue Tank’s head pops out of his shell >You notice a few things as Dash rubs her face against Tank affectionately >One, Tank appears to be wearing little green goggles >They have a blue tint naturally >Two, are those fucking roller-skates on the turtle’s feet? >They better not be >And finally, little dude’s also got flames painted on his shell… >You find it slightly concerning just how not surprised you are right now >Humming satisfaction Dash sets Tank on the ground patting the back of his shell as he starts to slowly roll towards the doorway >Ok there are several questions flying through your mind right now >Like why was her turtle in the closet? >Or how is he moving without actually moving his legs? >Even better, how is he roller-skating across CARPETED FLOOR!? >Brushing her hands off Dash looks back to you >”What’s wrong?” >Apparently you’re wearing your confusion visibly on your face “I have so many questions.” >Dipping her hands into her short pockets she leans back against her bed >”Shoot.” >Where to even start? “Ok, so did you pai—“ >With a shit eating grin she interrupts you right away >”Yea, everyone knows flames make everything faster.” >Should’ve figured “Where is he even going?” >Shrugging she stares at Tank as he slowly makes his way across the carpet like a sailing ship leaving port >”Dunno, he just sorta goes when I’m not hanging out with him.” >You’re starting to wonder if she’s even qualified to look after a pet >Shaking your head you sit on the bed beside her “Well, those were the hard ones anyways, but uh…” >You don't even know if you should ask anymore >Your stomach gives a little rumble as your eyes wander outside the window >Tearing her gaze from Tank she raises an eyebrow >”You hungry?” >Huh, besides the grumble it just gave your stomach has been pretty quiet, but now that you're thinking about it >You're starved >You nod >”Well we can go to the mall; it’s like a 10 minute walk from here.” >It occurs to you just now that besides going there the other day you’ve only gone there a few times for the PNC >Never ate there though >Grabbing something off her closet rack she waves you off >”Go get some socks on and I’ll meet you downstairs.” >Giving a grunt of affirmation you get up off the bed and head for the room you woke up in >Walking in you grab your hoodie off the bed >It looks moderately nice outside and all, but it’s probably going to get chilly once the sun goes down >Slipping into your hoodie brings you a sense of comfort, like you’re no longer naked and you just realized you were before >You make sure to pull it down over your sweat pants before patting your pockets down >You forgot that you don’t have your phone or wallet on you >You almost have a mini-heart attack before you remember you left it all on your swat uniform >You literally just told yourself not to forget that like five minutes ago >Shaking your head with a sigh you walk to the closet >Opening it up and peering inside your damaged and discarded armor sits pushed into the corner >Just seeing it lying there in a crumpled heap is spurring thoughts about last night >Especially the gashes and scuffs of white paint that seem to have accumulated all over >You involuntarily grab your right forearm as your eyes wander to the somewhat indented gauntlet >Man you’re glad you downed those pills now >You feel like seeing what happened being retold through your wrecked protection would just make your pain worse >Getting a grip once more you ignore your nagging thoughts >Squatting down you grab the vest from the pile >Besides the right shoulder strap being a bit cut up it seems more or less fine so that’s something >Fishing out your phone from its pocket reveals that it’s still just as broken as before >Which is pretty lucky all things considering >You’re about to put it in your sweatpants pocket when you notice it out of the corner of your eye >The blue message light just blinked >Who the heck would’ve messaged you? >Oh shit, you were supposed to meet up with Celestia and Luna today weren’t you? >They probably want to know where you are >Well either that or it could be one of the others trying to get in touch >Or would they? >It occurs to you that in trying not to think too hard about your conversation with Shadowfright you completely forgot to ask about what happened after you… >Were out of commission? >Yea that works >Well you know that at least Rarity and Applejack are fine since they went and got you a change of clothes >But what happened to the others at the shipping yard? >You should probably ask R-dash, radish, blue fast dash about that at some point >Though since Dash doesn’t seem too down they probably ended up fine >Blinking you realize you’re just staring blankly at your locked phone >Deciding to get back to what you were doing you press the unlock button to see who left a message >You don’t recognize this number >That’s happening a lot though >Swiping your thumb across the cracked glass you bring yourself to the message >One look and it’s clear that it’s just spam, but something about it does catch your eye >It’s a random text message fortune teller? >Sounds dumb and they probably want your money or something, but you’d be lying if you didn’t say you were slightly interested in what it has to say as you see it’s already sent you a fortune >While it may seem that the world conspires against you as troubles pour atop you non-stop >Be happy that a reprieve from the torrent will conceal you beneath a façade of benign normality >Hm, just nondescript enough that you can pretty much relate to it no matter who you are… >You continue reading as you grab around the vest for your wallet >Your lucky numbers are; 6, 7, 9, and 45 >Great? >Your color, red >Wait; is that like a lucky color or just your preferred color of the day? >This is confusing >Ah, what do you care? >It’s just some spam bot or something >No need to think too hard about it >Backing out to your home screen you check the time and how much battery your phone has left >4:44pm and 57% >Hm, guess your phone will be fine >Snatching your wallet out of the vest you pocket both it and your broken phone >It occurs to you as you stand up that you can probably get your screen replaced at one of the mall kiosks >They have screen repair things there right? >Shrugging to yourself you acquire your socks from the wardrobe >If they don’t you’re not gonna complain >While the cracks make it a bit of a pain to read stuff it doesn’t seem to have done anything else to your phone >The carpet of the stairs tickles your feet as you make your way down them >You can see Rainbow, Dash, Nash, Dashie slipping her shoes on near the door >Looks like she’s ditched the shorts and changed into a tracksuit >Stopping at the foot of the stairs you sit on the last stair and slip your socks on >Turning around she nods with a smile >”Come on Anon, you’re way too slow!” >You roll your eyes with a smirk as you grab your shoes >Looks like clothes weren’t the only things they brought over “Yea yea, it’s not a race blue fast.” >She holds a finger up and opens her mouth before scrunching her face up >”Blue fast?” >Tapping your heels together as you stand up you look up from your feet “Yea, you know cause you’re blue and you’re fast?” >Shaking her head she turns back to the door while waving to her right >”Ok, we’re leaving Tank!” >As she steps out you notice the little turtle wheeling out from behind the couch as he slowly makes his way across the living room >On carpeted floor once more without moving his legs… >Not even gonna get started on that >You step through the threshold into the warm October afternoon https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMX2lPum_pg >”Senny, your friends are here!” >You scrunch your face up as mom calls to you from down the hall with her pet name once again interrupting your think time >Standing up you stretch out as you look for your jacket “Ok, the Fla-I’ll be out in a minute!” >You spot your jacket hanging next to your Sum 41 poster >Hm, it seems like they’re early >You planned to patrol the hunting grounds around 5 or so >Checking your brand name rolex you see that it’s 4:54pm >Your mom stares at you from the doorway >”Are you sure you’re feeling ok Senny?” >Putting an arm through your mondo cool jacket you check yourself out in your full body mirror “Of course the F-I am ma!” >Licking your hand you slide your hand across your floof to make it more floofy >She frowns slightly before putting a hand on her hip and wagging the other >”Alright, but I want you home by 7:45!” >Heh, you’re lookin good today >Who are you kidding? >You look good EVERYday >”We’re having steak tonight.” >AW YYYEEEAAAAA >Steak night is the best! >No way are you gonna miss that! >You tear your gaze away from the mirror and smile at your beautiful mother “Ok ma, I’ll be back at 7:30.” >Chicks always like it when you're early >You can hear your mom’s light chuckling as you make your way out of your room >”Alright, have fun with your friends Cenny.” >You give her a big thumbs up as you make your way to the door “Will do, see ya!” >Just as you’re about to open the door you hear your mom holler from your room >”I looooooovvvveeee you Senny!” >You can already hear snickering on the other side of the door >Gripping the handle you look over your shoulder to see mom batting her eyelashes at you >Why’s she gotta be like this!? >You can’t lose face in front of the guys! “Y-you too!” >You quickly throw the door open and slam it behind you >You eyeball the three snickering goobers in front of you “You got something to say to the Flash!?” >Sandlewood holds a hand up as he tries to stop giggling >”N-nah brah, we’re choka.” >Snips holds his sides as he elbows Snails >”Y-yea, we’re all good in the hood; right Snails?” >Snails ceases his snickering and goes stone faced >”Word.” >Sandlewood and Snips stop their laughing as they see Snips’s stone cold face >Shaking your head you slide your hands into your jacket pockets “Whatever, come on we gotta get going.” >You step past the three as you hear Sandlewood behind you >”Whatever you say, Senny…” >You can hear the giggles starting up again >They’re not going to let this go >You better stop this now >Spinning on your heel you point at the snickering Sandlewood “At least the Flash has a mom!” >The laughing ceases immediately >Snails cringes >”Harsh.” >You frown at all three of them as Sandlwood stares into the sky >Ok maybe that was a bit too far “Sorry bro.” >Sandlewood shakes his head >”Nah brah, I was being a dip it’s ok.” >Sandlewood… >You can see tears starting to form in his eyes “Come on bro.” >You hold your arms out wide “Let’s hug it out.” >With a tear filled smile he gladly accepts your embrace >Patting him on the back you nod “Let’s just put this behind us.” >He just nods before you both mutually break the bro hug >Snips smiles nodding himself >”That’s how real thugs solve it.” >Snails puts his shades on and give you a thumbs up >”Resolve it.” >With a smile you turn away from your bros “Come on let’s get a move on.” >Pointing to the bustling mall down the road you grasp your hand into a fist “It’s time to go on the prowl for more Flashers.” >Walking a bit behind Dash you let your hands hang in your hoodie pouch as your gaze lazily wanders about >The suburban street seems rather peaceful as a gentle autumn breeze blows past you >Doesn’t seem to be any foot traffic beside you and your rainbow haired companion >The silence causes your mind to submerge itself in thought >Though it’s mostly just idle thoughts >Things like what you and Dash are going to eat at the mall >How graceful the spectrum of brown leaves are as they dance off the tree branches >The sudden craving of pumpkin pie rising from the smell that seems to be wafting from a nearby hou— >”Anon?” >Blinking you refocus on your walking companion who glances back at you >”Am I going too fast?” >Uh “No?” >Stopping she turns around stretching back a bit with her hands still in her jacket pockets >”Are you sure, you seem to be lagging behind a bit dude.” >That’s probably because your body went on auto-pilot while your mind took a little hiatus >Considering the fact that the only time you generally follow someone is when they need you to help at school it’s not surprising you just naturally gravitated behind her >With a sudden spark of what you think might be recognition she smirks mischievously >”Or perhaps you’re just enjoying the view?” >View? >What? >Wait >Her smirk goes into a full on toothy smile as your mind slowly churns its gears >Oi! “Are you implying what I think you’re implying?” >Leaning forward on the balls of her feet her smile widens >”I mean I don’t blame you, just look at it!” >Pivoting back and spinning around she leans forward away from you >”Isn’t it just amazing!?” >Now to say you can see her ass better would be an understatement, but you know better >You’re NOT gonna say her ass looks nice, and not just because you didn't look at it >Inhaling deeply Dash stretches back before letting it all out in one fluid motion >She’s now a foot or so away as she hangs her head shaking it side to side >”Isn’t it just so full and vibrant?” >You don’t know if you’d say that >”Why it makes you just want to cuddle up with it on the sofa.” >Ok now you don’t know what she’s talking about >Wiggling around while hugging herself she somehow inches closer to you >By this point her rump is dangerously encroaching on your personal space >”Why you could just reach out and, grab it…” >Signals mixing confusing brain >What's she referring to with it? >The day? >The atmosphere? >HER ASS!?! >What is IT!?! >Standing straight up faster than you thought possible you tense up as she looks over her shoulder at you coyly >”Guess today is just the epitome of a comfy fall day, don’tcha think?” >Ha, of course >Plastering a very obviously convincing smile on your face you nod in slow and measured increments “Mhmm, I would say I concur with that sentiment exactly Dash.” >Stepping away with a chuckle she turns around and lightly punches your arm >”Comon loosen up dude; you’re stiff as a board!” >Pfft no you’re not >You’re as stiff as, construction paper, at most! “Man I just love autumn; I don’t know what you’re on about.” >Her smile softens as she shakes her head >”You really need to work on the whole wearing your heart on your sleeve thing, or keep on doing so.” >Opening her eyes the magenta orbs burrow into you >”After all that’s the only reason I know that you were too busy thinking to be focusing on my ass.” >Cupping her chin she looks up to the sky >”Unless of course, you were contemplating the wondrous mystique that is my ass?” >Leave it to her to describe her ass as not only amazing and wondrous, but as having mystique >Forming your arms into an x you frown profusely “No, no no, NO that is NOT what I was thinking and that is NOT an ass-pull on my part!” >Blowing a raspberry Dash scrunches up her face into her best shig dig >”Really?” >You thought it was funny… >Rolling her eyes with a grin she steps to your side and nudges your arm >”Well for now, I’ll slow down and walk beside you.” >Holding your hand up as if to physically stop what she said you try to correct her “It’s not a big deal I can just speed up if bothers you t—“ >She then waves a hand to stop you >”Nah, sometimes it’s better to take it slow and just soak in your surroundings, ya know?” >Resuming her stride she begins trekking forwards at your pace >You walk with her as she stares at the still sun kissed sky >”Besides you and me Anon, we gotta talk.” >Oh jeez what now? >Throwing you a sidelong glance she smiles >”We haven’t had the chance to just talk much.” >Oh >Well you haven’t really had much time to besides the small chats you had with her so far what with all the shit that’s been happening >That and you’re not much of a talker anymore >You’re honestly a bit surprised you can even keep up anymore considering how long you've been, well not talking for the longest time >You continue to be full of surprises even for yourself >Really makes ya think >A blue pointer finger enters your vision of the pavement >”So instead of looking down there...” >Huh? >You look back up at her as she holds her finger pointing to herself >”You talk to the amazing girl who’s hangin out with you right now.” >Hmmm, that’s hard though >"And what better time then when taking a relaxing stroll?" >That's a good point and all >But then you’d have to come up with something to talk about >Unless… >You look away from the rainbow haired show off feigning a slight frown “I dunno…” >Holding your hands up like scales you tip them back and forth “I’m not really seeing what we even have to talk about.” >Smirking slightly you narrow your eyes playfully at her “If you’re as amazing as you claim why don’t you start us off with something?” >You can already see a glint in her eye as her endless need to prove her own self-proclaimed awesomeness surfaces >With a grin she states matter-of-factly >”Oh, well I already have my own conversation starter.” >Oh really? >You raise an eyebrow “Hit me.” >Pointing a finger gun at you she asks >”So like I’ve been wondering for a bit, but do you watch anime?” >Oh shit, how’d she find out?! >Did Twilight tell her? >Oh God is she like Twilight!? >Pleasedon’tbeaweeaboopleasedon’tbeaweeaboo “Yes?” >She seems to brighten up a bit >”Oh cool, looks like there’s someone else besides Twi, Fluttershy, and I then.” >Oh god she watches it to— >Wait a second? “Fluttershy watches anime?” >Nodding she begins listing off stuff on her fingers >”Oh yea, she watches a lot of stuff like Sailor Moon, Revolutionary girl Utena, Ranma ½, DBZ, Evangelion…” >Ok hold up >You can get Sailor Moon and Ranma ½, but Flutter-wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly-shy likes DBZ? >Not even gonna touch how she likes Evangelion and Utena “Those seem like the exact opposite of what I thought she’d like, especially DBZ.” >Shrugging Dash furrows her brow >”It’s probably because anyone who watches anime has at least seen it once.” >Yea ok, that’s true >It’d be pretty hard to at the very least not know of its existence >Still not what you’d expect from Fluttershy >Speaking of not expecting things though >You mentally brace yourself for the horrid possibility that Dash could be even half as bad as Twilight “So you watch anime right; what kind?” >With a smirk she lifts her head a bit higher than normal while stroking her chin >”Well my tastes are as awesome as they are diverse.” >Oh? >You didn’t take Dash for an avid animaniac >Wait no, that's something else >Ignoring your little mental tangent you continue “So like what?” >Puffing out her chest she gives you a thumbs up >”Oh you know classics like; Eyeshield 21, Kuroko no basket, Air Gear, Hajime no Ippo, Ultimate Muscle…” >Now, you’re not surprised, but uhhh >You seem to be noticing a pattern amongst those listed titles >They all seem to, at least in the most liberal sense, be about sports “Now I’m not a statistician, but I’m noticing a trend here.” >Cocking her head to the side Dash stares at you >”What are you talking about?” >Seriously? “Well uh, all your picks seem to be sports anime.” >Furrowing her brow she looks confused >”There are other types of anime?” >Oi >She literally just listed some when talking about Fluttershy! >Unless like “You can’t tell me that that Utena is a sports anime!” >Looking off to the side she shrugs >”I mean, they are all in an organized tournament for Anthy’s hand in marriage.” >What, but that’s like >That’s like the underlying structure for which the duels are based off but like >No, NO! “That, that’s wrong no!” >How could anyone come to that conclusion?! >You can’t help but gesture your hands like Jackie Chan asking what the fuck “That’s like boiling down Berserk down to; human muscle mass swings sword and yells while his best friend literally does nothing wrong!” >You almost stop walking as you try to wrap your mind around it “In other words… COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY WRONG!” >The sounds of muffled laughing brings you out of your triggered autism >”S-so I guess you really like anime huh Anon?” >Oh fuck >Guess the cat’s outta the bag now >Smirking at you behind a raised hand she tries to contain her laughter >”I’m j-just messing with you d-uude!” >Now fully laughing at you she begins practically hyperventilating >She baited you! >You fell for the bait! >”God you’re almost as bad as Twi ahahaa!” >She's stopped now as she clutches her side heartily laughing at your outburst of concentrated autism >Almost as bad as Twilight? >You don’t know what to feel worse about >The fact that you’re even mildly comparable to Twilight, or that you actually completely swallowed Dash’s bait hook line and sinker >Finally managing to stop her assault on what little shred of dignity you had Dash rubs her eye with a relieved sigh >”Ohh, I’m sorry Anon, but I didn’t think you’d get so worked up about that.” >Oh no it’s fine >It just your autism flaring up about nothing, again >Resuming your casual stroll you begin to silently plead for a swift demise >During your prayers for a quick death she smiles >”But for real, I’ve seen a ton of anime ever since Twilight introduced me to it.” >Twilight introduced her to it? >Well that’s not surprising; she seems like the one likely to attempt spreading the autism to her friends >Though that does leave you with one question “What was it that she introduced you with?” >The glint in her eyes from before comes back, but this time several magnitudes stronger as she stops dead in her tracks >”Why only the most amazing gift to man that’s ever bestowed both to the pages of manga and the screens of computers and tvs the world round!” >If god exists the next word out of her mouth won’t be Naruto >Please don’t be Naruto >Pulling out her phone she points to the screen where a familiar looking girl glares at you in a stoic pose >”None other than Daring Do’s Bizarre Adventure!” >AWWWWW SHHIIIITTTT >You don’t even hesitate as you lean back posing like your favorite doda “Next you’re gonna say you’ve read the entire manga!” >Without missing a beat she assumes another pose proudly exclaiming >”Heh, only 4 times now!” >Now that’s some dedication >You gaze at her glorious tracksuited pose with admiration as you hold yours in solidarity >It only occurs to you as you both stare at each other that you’re both posing randomly on the side walk >It really starts to hit you how weird you must look when you notice a couple kids across the street pointing and trying to mimicking your poses >Dash breaks down about the same time you do causing you both to start laughing while doing your best to hold your poses >Having already failed to keep your pose or composure you both share the laugh as you resume you stroll >You can’t help but smile realizing that you’re in the company of someone with obvious patrician taste >Looking at you in an overdramatic flair as she whips her hair back Dash grins >”Alright so tell me, who’s your favorite Daring?” >You fake scoff as you whip your head away from her “Heh, as if that’s even a question.” >Flexing your arms like your favorite hamon user you smirk "Doseph Daring of course!” >Nodding in approval she adopts a more neutral expression >”A good Do indeed.” >Continuing to hold your flex you look at her expectantly “What about you?” >Running a hand through her hair she stares at you as the strands of her hair wave over her eyes, or well you think that’s what she was trying to do >Really she just sorta flopped her bangs up and they just fell over her eyes somewhat >Brushing her hair back with her hand she tries to look serious once more >Only for a loose strand of hair to drape over her eye >It seems to really bother her as she blows it out of her eye before speaking >”The only daring not actually called a daring, Notte Nicola the super famous Gang-star!” >Ohhh, guess you could see it >Just a bit >You dip your hands back into your hoodie pouch as you relax “I guess it fits you.” >She nods with enthusiasm >”Like a glove!” >You crack a small smile as she happily mimics putting a glove on >It’s only as she does do you see your destination peek over the horizon >Nodding his head upward Anon hums >”Huh, guess you were right. That took like no time at all.” >Of course you were, you’ve only gone to the mall on foot countless times >Looking forward you can see the mall in all it’s nostalgic glory >You nudge Anon with your elbow as he stares at it “What did you think I was lying?” >Smiling wryly he looks away from you >”What, me think that YOU were wrong? Nah I had complete confidence in you, but...” >You snort as he seems to leave his sentence hanging in the air >Tilting his head towards you his eyes look down on you >” I may have thought you were wrong about how long it’d take to get there.” >You cock your head to the side “And why is that?” >Shrugging he refocuses on the sidewalk in front of him >”Hey, I just figured that it took no time for you, which means it’d take no time to, run.” >Stepping over the curb and onto a small side street you give him your best *tch* “I don’t run EVERYWHERE.” >Raising his eyebrows he looks like he wants to say really >”You wore a tracksuit for us walking to the mall.” >Well, that doesn’t mean you NEED to run >It’s just designed to do so “And you wear sweats all the time.” >You poke him in the chest as you both cross over into the grass “Does that mean YOU run everywhere?” >Holding his pointer finger up he opens and closes his mouth like he’s trying to come up with a retort >”Touché, but in my defense, you do run a lot.” >You do, including the route to the mall most of the time, but he doesn’t need to know that >Your phone vibrates causing you to stop and pull it out once more >An unknown number? >You wave away Anon’s peering eyes “I’ll catch up with you, gotta take this.” >Nodding he scratches his cheek >”Meet at the food court?” >You nod as he continues on without you >You answer the phone with a swipe “Hello?” >Silence greets you only feeding your uncertainty >”Rainbow Dash, I believe we need to speak.” >Wait that’s… “Yea, what about Principle Celestia?” >You grumble a bit as you rub your arms >Maybe posing that hard right after you’ve hurt yourself wasn’t the best idea >Besides the fact that pain killers can only numb so much, it doesn’t help now that you realize that you were flexing in your hoodie >The one you purposely got in a bigger size to hide your gains >With a sigh you open the double doors to the mall >How there can be so many people occupying one space has always baffled you >Upon stepping past the threshold you’re hit with the sound of the horde of people all going about their busy day >The noise of grouped soccer moms escorting their kids about the mall, the random assortment of teenage klicks wandering aimlessly, and the subtle mall music playing in the background overhead all it meshes into an oddly organic symphony >It’s enough to put you at ease as you get somewhat lost in it >Taking a few steps to your right you look at the mall map >You don’t think Dash will be too far behind you, hopefully at least >So locating if this mall does actually have a screen replacement kiosk should be your first order of business >Then after that and eating you can make a stop at the PNC >Using your 20/20 vision you can clearly see on the map that there is a kiosk for screen repair >Well fuck yea >It’s nice when something goes your way for once >You quickly memorize its location before setting off in the kiosk’s direction >Weaving your way through the crowd you can’t help but think >If luck is on your side you’ll be able to turn in your phone and get it back before you leave >Though that’s the best case scenario assuming it can be repaired or replaced here >Oh man, you really hope you don’t have to send your phone in to get it fixed >Besides being a pain in the ass to do, you’ll also be out of a phone for god knows how long >Though if it really comes down to that, you might just risk getting shards of glass in your fingers instead “Euughhhhh.” >You can’t help but let out a frustrated grunt of annoyance as you stretch your arms out >You really wish you could’ve gotten more sleep, but nooo some asshole just HAS to crash some dumb warehouse party on a fucking SUNDAY >At least Ms. Zecora was so kind as to excuse you from class today >If only she could excuse you from work… >Guess even after all the stuff that happened in the morning you just go right back to your normally scheduled program >A loud *crack* pops from your arm as you bend it >Even if you do feel like complete and utter shit afterwards >Heaving a deep sigh of acceptance you lean against the counter >Aw well, just another day in paradise >Ever alert you eyeball the crowd to see if anyone’s heading your way >Though you don’t see anybody angrily storming towards you so maybe no one was stupid enough to break their phone for once >You can’t help but laugh at the mere thought >Fat chance, someone ALWAYS manages to break their phone in an increasingly more idiotic way then the guy beforehand >Pulling out your phone you swipe it open to help alleviate your boredom >Maybe you should check in with the others and see how they’re doing with tracking the prick from this mor— >”Hey Sugarcoat.” >You tear your eyes from your phone and redirect them to Neon Lights >Hopefully fully expressing your displeasure at your thoughts being interrupted you reply “What do you want?” >Recoiling slightly at your less than stellar attitude he stuffs his hands in his pocket >”You know you’re not supposed to be messing around on your phone during hours right?” >Of course you do, but you really don’t care right now >It’s not like you have anything to do anyways “And you know you’re not supposed to be taking a smoke break every two hours right?” >Literally wincing slightly he backs off >”I-I’m just going to forget I saw anything and take a little break.” >That’s right he better >You shake your head as your spineless co-worker runs off with his tail between his legs >That guy couldn’t stand up to a paper cut out of an angry frown >You look back down to your phone as your thumb hovers of the group chat icon >Do you really want to check in on everybody right now? >It’s not as if you could do anything if they asked >Well, unless it was REALLY important >You kinda need this job and a— *Ahem* >Your thoughts are interrupted by someone clearing their throat nearby >”Excuse me, you repair phones here right?” >As you prepare to ridicule the idiot for missing the obvious signs plastered all over your little island of phone repair you notice something >It’s him! >The green guy, uh Anon! >Holy fuck does he look like shit >Besides the several small cuts that pepper his face he’s got one hell of a black eye >Did he get his ass beat yesterday? >Guess a better question would be what the hell’s he doing here? >Wait, getting his phone repaired, duh >Gah, you’re so stupid sometimes >Pointing to the sign literally right below you, you adjust your glasses with a sigh “I don’t know, what do you think?” >His eyes sink down to the sign before floating back into contact with yours >Scratching his head he looks over your shoulder “Y-yea, guess that was a dumb question…” >Leaning on the counter with one hand and reaching into his hoodie pocket he pulls something out >As he sets it on the counter you can’t help but notice what looks like more scrapes on his knuckles >Though oddly enough, only on the edge of hands on the pinkie and ring fingers >It only becomes more conspicuous because of that odd detail >As he pulls his hand back revealing his phone Anon speaks >”So, do you think you can fix it?” >Blinking you shift your focus from his hands to his phone and holy shit “Your phone almost looks as bad as you do.” >Closing his eyes he wears a small wryly smile >”O-oi that’s…” >He might be getting angry, better clarify that last statement “Bad as in beat up; you’re a solid 7.5/10.” >He stands there with his mouth hanging open as if he couldn’t believe what you’ve said >He should stop that “You know that’s a good way to get a mouthful of bugs right?” >Clamping his mouth shut with his hand his face goes from incredulous to visibly tired >Sighing he hangs his head slightly before looking back to you >”I, look, can you just fix my phone while I grab a bite to eat?” >Actually grabbing the thing you examine it more closely >The screen’s cracked to hell and back >Looks like it still works though as you look at its lock screen and test it with a few swipes >You’ll probably need to just replace the glass, LCD, and the digitizer >Shouldn’t take too much effort if that’s all there is to it since most phones have em fused together now days >Wait >A sudden realization strikes you as you’re holding Anon’s battered phone >Is there a better way to get some insight into a person’s life then to raid their phone? >Probably not one that will literally walk right up to you like this >You have to take this chance! >Setting the phone down you cough into your hand “I can, but I’ll have to completely replace the LCD, glass, and the digitizer.” >Nodding he smiles >”That’s fine, as long as you can make it so I don’t get glass shards in my fingers before I leave I’ll be happy.” >Nodding the attendant frowns >”Yea, it shouldn’t take us too long, not more than half an hour or so.” >Well great! >You don’t have to worry about money either since you’ve got your debit card on you >Guess you should be happy that Celestia and Luna were nice enough to set it up with you >Well, that and put money in it >You really need to repay them somehow >Clapping your hands together you smile at the admittingly blunt girl “That’s great; I’ll pick it up then.” >Nodding she takes your phone from the wall of counter and to the little workshop island in the middle >Looks like things are turning up Anon now! >It’s about time; it only took you getting beaten to a pulp, what, four times? >You sigh as you turn away from the phone tinkerer >Guess you should tackle the next monumental task on your list, deciding what you’re gonna eat >God do you always hate deciding >As your legs auto-pilot you though the crowds of people to the food court your eyes wander around aimlessly >People wandering their separate ways forming currents of people >That weird massage guy literally giving people massages out in public >A drawn curtain and small crowd forming around what looks like some sorta stage performance >Can’t quite read the sign over it from here >Overall everything seems pretty normal for all intents and purposes >But… >You don’t know why, but you can’t shake the feeling something’s, off >Can’t quite put it to words >It’s not like last night where you had a sense of looming dread in your mind >No, whatever it is, it’s much more subtle >Like a low white noise comparatively to the loud orchestral boom of Shadowfright’s domain >Then again that might just be all the noise of the crowd mish-mashing together >You mentally shrug as you find yourself in the food court >Even if there is something going on, what are you gonna do about it? >You don’t have your pin, and that’s not even mentioning the fact that you’re in no shape to throw down right now >Nah, you should focus on the important stuff right now instead of what may just be your own paranoia >The real important things like what foodstuffs to eat >Stopping at what seems like the entrance to the food court you lean against a wall out of the way of foot traffic >From here you can see pretty much every restaurant available, and you’ll have the added bonus of being discernible for Dash when she finally catches up with you >Until then… >You start eyeballing the separate food places present >Seems to be some actual sit down restaurants and cafes intermingled with the normal built into the wall ones >Nothing really notable you guess though >Most the normal Canterlot establishments are here >Tacos, Burgers, The Feed Bucket, and wait what? >There’s a café nestled far in the corner that doesn’t seem to be very populated >That’s not what gets your attention though >It’s the sign hanging above it that really rustles you >It’s called Tearoom The Noire >You know you’re really indulging your autism quite a bit today, but you can’t help it >That title, it makes no sense! >Why wouldn’t you just use French or English for the whole name? >Why mix the two into a weird combination? >Shaking your head you manage to push past your autism and continue surveying the area >Even though you are hungry you’re running into a problem >It seems you have the worst kind of hunger imaginable >That being, the kind of hunger where you’re starving, but you can’t decide on what you want >Your eyes dart from each restaurant to the next and you still can’t decide >Everything sounds really good right now! >Groaning in frustration that the restaurants seem to refuse to make your mind up for you, you look to the ceiling >Maybe you can foretell a sign from the heavens on what to consume this night? >If only… >You stare through the skylights taking note of the brilliant shade of red color >It really gives the sky a much brighter red tone than it was outside >As the light shines through you can’t help but liken it to a certain red stone in Ddba >Oh dear god >It had occurred to you before, but with that thought it resurfaces >If magic is real, is all spoopernatural stuff? >Like what if you have to fight vampires!? >You don’t know bullshit ripple magic! >Then again without your pin you don’t know any magic >Hmm, maybe you should find out where to buy some UV lamps… >You thoughts are interrupted by a voice >”Yo dude.” >Turning away from the red sky above you see none other than your rainbow haired compatriot >Pulling a hand out from your hoodie pouch you wave to her “Heyo.” >Walking up to you she leans against the wall beside you >”Got an idea of what you want to eat yet?” >Placing your hand back in the pouch and resuming your scan of the food court you smile wryly “Heh, that would require me to actually decide on one thing.” >Out of the corner of your eye you can see Dash smirking >”Oh does the little babby need me to decide for you?” >No! >She’s just trying to rustle you >Don’t fall for it >After all you’re pretty much already man >Ok maybe in like a year, but still! >Feigning offense you look down your nose at her “No, I’ll decide right now!” >You’re gonna take charge and show her! >Just gotta narrow this down logically and you’ll have an answer! >Alright, you can immediately knock off any pasta or pizza place since you just had that last night >Might as well knock off any Chinese places too while you’re at it since Dash had that last night too >”It’s alright dude, I already had a place in mind.” >That only knocks a few off >Maybe you can just knock a few that don’t sound too appetizing right off the bat? >”Dude?” >You know, thinking on it more you really don’t feel like Mexican >So you can probably scratch Tacos out too >”Anon?” >Actually thinking a bit more you do have a craving! >You could really go for a burger right about n— >”ANON!” >You flinch and tense up as the loud exclamation of your name sounds off right next to your ear >The surprise makes you curse out randomly as your ear rings slightly “Jim john fuck damn!” >After popping your ears you shoot a glare over to the worried smile wearing Dash >”I was kidding before, but I did actually have a place I wanted to go.” >Ohhh of course she did >She was just playin ya >Again >Relaxing you furrow your eyebrows at her “Couldn’t have just said that and saved me from a busted ear drum?” >Shrugging and shaking her head her smile intensifies >”Nah, that would’ve been too easy.” >Closing your eyes you hold yourself back from strangling this fool >Thankfully you decide that’d be much more trouble than it’s worth and would rather just continue on “Where did you have in mind?” >Opening your eyes you see her hold a pointer finger out >”Well I was really feeling some burgers.” >Hmm >You smile while nodding “That makes two of us.” >Nodding her head to the side she motions for you to follow >”Come on, there’s a great place that serves the best burgers in Canterlot here.” >Sweet, but it better not just be Burgers >You refuse to believe that place is the best in Canterlot >You follow behind her as she walks into the food court “Wait, what do you mean there’s nothing on it?” >You hold your hand over your mouth as you look into your coffee trying to be as inconspicuous as possible >”I’m telling you, the thing is empty.” >Seriously?! >Who doesn’t use their phone for EVERYTHING now days? >”Unless you want all his music or his pictures listed under /Dontopen/Noreallydont/Lookpleasestop/Itspornok.” >Uhhhhh “Well, did you at least loo—“ >A sigh interrupts you from the other end >”There’s nothing but porn.” >Damn! >You knew that this guy was a bit of a loner from what his classmates said, but you just assumed that was at school >Peeking over your coffee you spy the man in question >Anon sits a few tables over with Rainbow Dash(?) laughing as he goofs around with French fries sticking out of his mouth >He looks like he was in a fight, and if your source is right he had a few charges leveled against him at some point >Were you wrong to assume that he was some violent thug? >Sugarcoat interrupts your personal cloud of doubt >”So besides a few numbers and his whereabouts yesterday after our encounter with him we don’t have much.” >Hmmm, well you can at least solve one problem “Do you still have those tracking devices we used a month ago?” >A bit of shuffling noise on the line and she comes back >”Yea, want me to bug his phone?” >It’ll certainly help you keep up with whatever he’s doing >Maybe you can figure out what he’s up to really by tracing his movements “Do it.” >She goes silent for a moment before you hear a *clap* on the other end >”All done time boss.” >Really? >How many times do you have to say not to call you that!? >You aren’t even the boss or anything! >You’re just higher up than they are >You can’t help yourself as your clench fist hits the table and you blurt out “Stop calling me that, I have an actual name you know!” >OW! >You shake your bandaged hand and curse out a bit too loud as your coffee quivers in its cup >Settling down and looking at it your hand throbs painfully >That’s right; you should probably avoid smashing your fist or any other part of you against anything >You’re still a bit banged up >You almost forgot about that… >As you look at your shaking bandaged hand you notice the stares of quite a few people around you >Oh crap >You can’t help but feel heat rise in your cheeks as you realize how much attention your outburst just gathered >Pulling your hat over your eyes in an attempt to make yourself as small as possible you desperately try to avoid the curious gazes of everyone around you >Sugarcoat’s voice leaks from your phone >”You know, when trying to stake out someone being loud and conspicuous is the exact opposite of what you want, right?” >You frown angrily as you bring the phone closer to your lips to whisper yell “Not, helping, Sugarcoat!” >You cough into your hand trying to maintain some sense of dignity as you sit back up fully >”I wasn’t trying to S—“ >You quickly interrupt with a whisper as you don’t feel like hearing her condescension anymore “Oh, come off it! I’m going to retreat for now and watch them a bit more.” >Closing your open book you tuck it into your satchel and grab your coffee “You just make sure that he won’t find the device, ok?” >Standing up you powerwalk your way out of the food court >”Consider it done.” >Hanging up with a sigh you tuck your phone into your pocket >As long as you avoid bringing anymore attention to yourself you should be able to observe him without his knowledge >You need to gather as much data on him as you can for the inevitable >Whether he’s the mastermind behind it or not he seems to be involved in whatever the Queen’s plans are >After all, it’s just too convenient the amount of pies he has his fingers in >So you need to make sure if he’s an innocent who has the worst luck or an enemy playing the longest metagame you’ve ever seen >”Man, I wonder what her problem is?” >Yea, you too >Turning around to face you Dash shrugs >”Some people huh?” >You nod with your vampire fangs coming dangerously close to falling out of your mouth >Inhaling your fries you notice something out of the corner of your vision >Rising from your seat you hold a hand up to Dash “Oh shit, wait here.” >She raises an eyebrow as she takes a sip of her soda >Moving through the sea of chairs and tables you walk over to where the girl who just freaked out sat >Looks like she forgot something >You lift the forgotten coat off the chair before pushing the chair in >Not only did that girl leave her coat she failed to push her chair in >For shame >You drape the coat over your shoulder as you stroll back to your table >Setting it on the chair next to yours you sit back down in your seat >”Oh I didn’t even notice.” >You nod to Dash as stuffs the remains of her burger in her mouth “Do they have a lost and found here, or did you see where she went?” >Shaking her head as she licks ketchup off her fingers >”Not really, she was heading out of the food court, but maybe we can find her in one of the stores?” >Shrugging you pile the rest of your fries on top of your burger before covering them with the bun “I guess that’s one way to do it…” >Wiping her hands with a napkin as you shove the burger fry combo into your maw she rolls her eyes >”I mean we COULD just drop it off at the lost and found next to Sports right away if you WANT.” >Doing your best to smirk as you chew she grins >”Might as well I guess, I wanted to stop by there anyways for some new shoes.” >Your chewing comes to a dead stop as you stare at her >Are you really going to say it, because you really want to >You notice that Anon has this weird look in his face as he stops chewing >What’s going on behind that twinkle in his eye? >Raising an eyebrow as you grab your soda you ask “What’s up?” >Chewing for a moment he swallows audibly before sighing and shaking his head >”Oh nothing, just thought I was hanging out with the Rainbow Dash and not…” >He smiles like a used car salesmen as he levels his gaze at you >“Rarity.” >Ohhh, now’s he done it >Adopting a more gravely tone you narrow your eyes at him like Clint Eastwood as your hand hovers over your remaining fries “You wanna say that again, punk?” >Narrowing his eyes and wiggling his eyebrows his smile thins >”You heard me…” >Pinching his fingers he traces the outline of a hat before tipping it >“M’lady.” >Wrong answer >As he finishes you fling a few fries at his face “You’re a dork.” >Chuckling a bit he picks up the fries that bounced off his face >”Yea yea, at least I’m not going out shoe shopping.” >You shake your head as he pops the fries into his mouth “My running shoes are getting too worn down, so I figured why not get some new ones while we were out here?” >Chewing he nods before swallowing >“Yea sure I believe you.” >Coughing into his hand he places all his garbage on his plate >His smirk returns as he glances at you >”Shall I accompany the fair lady to the shoe store before I drop off the coat and grab my phone?” >You stare flatly at him as he stands up >He’s not the only one who can pretend to be fancy >Putting on your best rarity impression you run your hand through your hair as you stand “Oh I would be ever so grateful to you if you would do so Mr. Moose.” >You can tell you’ve surprised him as his smirk disappears for a second before coming back stronger >”Please, the pleasure is all mine, m’lady.” >He grabs your plate and puts it on top of his as he pushes his chair in “Thank you ever so much Anon dear.” >You won’t back down first! >”As I said before, it’s my pleasure.” >Anon’s smirk seamlessly morphs into a gentlemanly smile as he offers you an outstretched elbow >You can see it, the challenging glint in his eyes >”Shall we?” >On a scale of back to down, you will not! >Accepting his elbow as daintily as you can you ham it up “Yes, I do think we shall darling.” >He thinks he can keep it up longer than you, but he’s got another thing coming >He throws your garbage away as you hook elbows with him >You won’t let him wiggle out of this till HE admits defeat! >His arm flexes as well while you lead him towards the athletics store >”Isn’t it just a lovely evening for a stroll Ms. Dash?” >You hold your opposite hand over your mouth as you let loose a laugh you think fitting of Rarity “I would agree, but why ever do you think so?” >Chuckling in a slightly deeper tone than normal he looks over your shoulder >”I mean it must be if the entire football team is out and about.” >Wait wha— >Oh ho, he almost got you to look >You squeeze his arm as you plaster the most elegant smile on your face that you can “Quite a funny joke to tell there dear.” >Looking down at you he smiles >”I try my very best to please.” >Yea, you’ll bet he does, but he’ll have to try harder than that to make you say uncle! >Any second now he’ll have to break away! >You just have to put a little pressure on >Squeezing his arm once you look away bringing a closed fist to rest near your mouth “My, with how close we are I guess everyone will think we’re, dating…” >You can feel his back muscles tense as he grunts quietly >It takes him a moment to relax as you get closer to Sports >”I believe we’d more give off the impression of, brother and sister.” >You suck in air through clenched teeth >That was a good save >Insulting you and covering his ass >Damn, if any of your teammates really were here and heard that you might’ve actually conceded >However there’s not much distance left to Sports! >You have to make him fumble before then >Rainbow Dash does NOT do ties! >You’ll have to dig deep and pull out something so utterly AWESOME that even Anon can’t help but yield in the light of its brilliance! >Or just something that would shock him enough that he’d break the act >But what could you say to him to do that!? >You can feel the seconds crawling forward as you advance ever closer to Sports >If you don’t think of something then you may have well have lost >Need something, think, think! >”You know, this is fun.” >Huh? >Stopping just in front of Sports you look up at Anon who seems to have a somewhat familiar wistful smile “What brought that on dude?” >His eyes seem to linger on the Sports front display as he sighs >”Just an old memory…” >Snapping out of what seems like a daze he looks down at you >”Anyways, where’s the lost and found?” >You nod to his right “Big booth with the security guard.” >He twists to look at it before looking back at you slight embarrassment clear on his face >”Guess I just missed it.” >Seems like he misses a lot of things >Unhooking his arm he pats you on the shoulder >”I’ll go turn this in, grab my phone, and come back; then I can show you the only cool thing I know about here as thanks for hanging out with me and letting me crash at your place.” >You feel a bit conflicted that he wants to thank you considering what happened in the morning >Shaking your head you try to grin happily despite the memory “No need dude, friends don’t have to say thanks to each other.” >He opens his mouth as if to say something before closing it and nodding >Walking off he heads to the lost and found >He says the most random stuff sometimes, you swear >Letting a light sigh escape your lips you head into Sports >With the shoes being near the front you don’t have to go far >Standing in front of the wall of shoes you notice you’re near the front enough that you can actually see out the front display >Specifically the one that Anon was eyeballing when he spaced out there >Deciding to take a closer look you move up and actually check out what’s in the display >Just some jerseyed up mannequins and a few soccer balls >Though for some reason the soccer balls stick out >Soccer balls… >Wait, didn’t Anon make that same face when you demonstrated your hat trick on Friday? >Yea he must have! >But why though? >As you’re staring at the soccer balls strewn about the display you notice the man in question move past the window >Guess you could just ask him, but… >He may have become more open to at least trying to be friends, you know that principle Celestia and vice-principal Luna asked him to do that >You’re not too sure how happy Anon would be talking about the past >To say that topic is a minefield is a bit of an understatement >At least if his feelings about his mom are any indicator >You’re still a bit curious about that >As you stare out the window you notice someone rather conspicuous doing their best to sneak by >It’s the bandaged girl from earlier who left her coat at her table! >Maybe she’s looking for it now? >You should probably tell her that Anon turned it in just now >Power walking out of Sports you look for the girl >It only takes you a second as she’s almost comically sneaking around the mall drawing a few stares from those walking past her >What’s her problem? >It’s like she’s trying to spy on someone >Your eyes drift down her line of sight to catch, Anon? >Why the heck would she be watching Anon? >She can’t think he stole the jacket or anything, so why? >You can’t really think of any reasons off the top of your head as you watch her hug the wall following Anon at a great distance >Maybe you should watch her watching Anon? >Is that weird? >Nah, you’ll just be much less obvious and just pretend you were looking for Anon if you’re caught >Shoes can wait, you’re too curious as to why anyone would stalk Anon >Even more so since the girl in question is so bad at it >Oh, she’s on the move! >Doing some sort of crouch run she tails Anon >While that seems like it’d be kinda fun to do, you’ll just walk a bit away while keeping an eye on her >As they continue to make their way across the mall you can’t help but notice that the bandaged stalker keeps talking on her phone >Whether she has co-conspirators or she’s trying to blend in you don’t know >After Anon turns a corner she seems to panic rushing to hug the corner >You pick up the pace a bit to keep up >She seems to be peeking around it >Oh, she just dashed around it! >You power walk towards it, but stop at it as well >Leaning out you try to peek around it only to bump into someone sending you almost toppling over >Luckily you’re able to catch yourself at the last second while hearing a loud “oof!” from the other person >Dusting yourself off you hear one of the last voices on the planet you want to >”Who dares bump into The Flash!?” >Oh great >He makes eye contact with you causing his frown to turn upside-down >Seems like today you’ve been blessed with a chance encounter with the single biggest douche of CHS >Flash Sentry >”Oh, hey there Rainbabe.” >Now you’ll have to deal with HIM MEANWHILE >A groan escapes your lips before you even attempt to open your eyes as you stir from unconscious >Actually opening your eyes is a hard task >Instead of rushing to, you relax for a moment as your aching body slowly breathes >Listening to your surroundings you can hear murmurs of a conversation close by, muffled though they be >Maybe you should get up now >Your eyelids open slowly as if against their will >When fully opened you’re greeted with a familiar sight >The infirmary ceiling >How nostalgic… >How’d you end up here? >Sitting up feels like a starting up an old engine as you inch your way into a sitting position >A dull pain soaks your body to the bone >At least it’s bearable for the most part >You won’t be running any field missions for a bit, but you don’t feel too bad >You inspect yourself to see how bad it looks >Other than the usual scuffs you’d expect you notice that your left arm and leg are heavily bandaged >Oh that’s right… >The memories of the labyrinth of a maze you went through resurface as your eyes linger on your bandaged extremities >It appears you were able to make it out of there in one piece at least, but how you did is hazy >Hopefully Will was able to stop whatever was happening at Fancy Pants and Co. >Looking around the old room you get your bearings >It’s as barren as you left it all those years ago >Besides the bed you sit on, the small nightstand beside it, and the shelves still filled with medical supplies across from you there’s not much here >Crimson light leaks into the darkness from beneath the curtain covered window to your left while a pale white light sneaks in from underneath the door to your right >As you sit there gaze wandering about the room your stomach growls interrupting the silence >Perhaps getting something to eat should be your next objective? >You peel the covers off your legs and swing them over the side >As your feet touch the cold tile of the floor you smile as you see something you over looked on the floor >Looks like your sister was nice enough to get your slippers from home >Thanks Lulu >Slipping your feet into the small suns you test how strong your legs are by shifting your weight onto them while sitting on the bed >Wincing a bit you sigh >At the very least you can do so enough that you’ll get out the door and hopefully some pain killers >You really wish you didn’t keep the shelf in here only stocked with emergency treatment supplies >While you’d love to get relief right now, you’re not sure if seven years old or so morphine is the right fix >You’re not even sure if it'd be any good anymore >Shaking your head you get back to the task at hand >Doing your best to keep your right good hand on the bed you attempt to stand up >Through a bit of willpower you manage to stand on both feet with relative ease >Your left leg throbs a bit, but besides that it looks like you’re fine >It’s only as you stand there in the dark do you realize the state of your clothes >Looks like your sister had to cut your left suit sleeve off completely and your left legging >Even then you can still see some blood stains on your suit and skirt >You immediately expel a sigh upon seeing this >You knew that it was going to be bad, but you still hoped your clothes would be salvageable after it all >Perhaps a bit too much wishful thinking >Walking towards the door you can’t help overhear the conversation on the other side as it becomes a bit more clear >”It was then sister couldn’t keep her composure any longer; leaping into the fray she almost hospitalized a poor senior citizen rushing through the establishment like a wild animal to secure the last cake.” >What >You stop in your tracks as her voice carries through the door >”I wasn’t sure if it was her or the wretched gluttony spirit that had taken hold of her.” >No >There’s no way >Is, is Lulu reminiscing >”I didn’t know that a human jaw could unhinge like that until that fateful day…” >ABOUT THE TIME YOU HAD AGREED TO NEVER SPEAK OF!? >You practically burst through the door in your rush to stop her from regaling whoever was listening to the rest of that tale “LUNA STOP YOU MUSTN’T SPEAK ANOTHER WORD!” >As the door bangs against the wall you’re greeted with the stares of the new generation of CHS guardians and your sister >Their stares all look similar to a worried stare you’d give a deranged mental patient who’s broken out of the psych ward >At least for a moment before Luna gives you the most beautiful smile accompanied with eyelash flutters >”Ah, greetings sister, it is good to see that you are well.” >You, well? >You put on a small smile that seems to calm the girls surrounding your sister while her smile gets more and more worried >Looking at the ground you clench your fists “Oh Lulu, I’m far from well…” >The girls must be able to sense the hostility radiating off of you as they awkwardly look between you and your sister >Narrowing your eyes you glare daggers at your sister doing her best impression of someone who wasn’t violating your sacred pact to never talk about that dark day again “I’m furious.” >Pointing at your sister you quiver your lip before shrieking out barely holding tears back “You said you’d never speak of it to anyyyyyyoooooonnnnnnnnnne!” >Luna scratches the back of her head while doing her best to not look in your general direction >The girls all look at each other with increasing worry before Applejack stands up from her chair >”Aw now don’t be embarrassed, uh principal Celestia, vice-principal Luna was just tellin us about the old days.” >Oh, well that makes sense >You sniffle and wipe your face >Pinkie nods with a big smile >”Yea, it started with VP Luna inviting us here to talk about the stuff that’s been going on lately, that segwayed to the story of how you got this place went to what you guys used to do, then to the most memorable adventures you had with your friends, and then to the time you were possessed by a glutton spirit that made you open your mouth about 4 times larger than a normal human can just so you could devour all the cakes in sight.” >You stand there taken aback at her complete honesty and quick summery of what they were doing >You aren’t the only one it appears as the other girls all look at Pinkie with various states of shock >Rarity’s mouth hangs open as if unable to comprehend what her friend just said >Poor Fluttershy appears to be trying to sink into her seat behind her curtain-esque bangs hanging over her face >Twilight seems to be pondering something as she brings a fist to her mouth with a furrowed brow >Applejack looks from Pinkie to you with her hands on her hips not knowing what to say >Sunset appears to be shaking her head slowly with her eyes closed as if she expected this to happen >Cocking your head towards your ever nervous sister you smile devilishly “So Luna decided to tell you some of our more memorable moments huh?” >Her gaze flicks to you as her pupils shrink to pinpricks “Did she tell you about a certain trip to the beach where she ended up kissing a sire—“ >”Okay Prince-ipal Celestia, let’s just drop the trip down memory lane for now shall we?” >Sunset smiles sheepishly as she stands between you and Luna >You suppose you could drop it, you probably do have much to talk about >Twilight stands from her chair with a serious look >”Before we do I must confirm something…” >She looks from you and then to Luna >”Was it really 4 times larger than normal, because if principal Celestia, assuming she has an average mouth opening of 60 mm, opened it that tall she could swallow almost an entire 10 in tall piece of cake in one bite!” >You glare at Luna as she smiles helplessly at you >You were going to drop it with no retaliation, but now you’ll be damned if you don’t at least get one stab at Luna >Puckering up and doing mock kisses you whisper loudly “Fiiissshhh kissserrrr…” >Before the girls can register what you said Luna stands up like a solider and claps her hands loudly >”What’s that sister, you desire to know more on how things have gone during your rest, it would be an honor if I could catch you up!” >You can’t help but smile as your sister does her best to keep herself together under the scrutinizing stares of the girls >Taking a seat in your chair you nod “Alright, I suppose I can tell them another time, for now I have a few things I’d like to take care of first.” >There are a few things bugging you before you get to catching up on current events >Sitting back down in their original spots everyone’s eyes are on you >Looking around it suddenly occurs to you that several key people are missing “Where are Will, Rainbow Dash, and Anon?” >Luna furrows her brow as her eyes drift to the guest room >”I do not know as of yet if he was successful in his operation…” >Your eyes drift to the guest room as Luna’s voice goes silent for a moment >”It was around 6am that he stumbled in somewhat of a daze, he went straight into the guest room and collapsed into bed.” >What could have happened? >Your own worried gaze meets your sister’s as you look away from the guest room door >”He hasn’t come out yet.” >That doesn’t bode well at all >Applejack clears her throat as her emerald eyes focus on you >”Ifin what vice-principal Luna told us is true, then Mr. Will saved not only our skins, but Anon’s too.” >Really? >You can’t help but smile slightly >Guess he finally got to fulfill a childhood dream… >Rarity stands up nodding >”It was positively gallant how he swooped in and defeated the dastardly hooligans who were tormenting us in the Fancy Pants warehouse.” >They were at the warehouse? >Applejack shakes her head with somewhat of a solemn look on her face >”We were separated from Anon at the time, but when we found him…” >Rarity looks away uncomfortably as she grips one arm tightly >”He was on the ground in pain with some black cloud of magic all around him.” >Black magic clouds? >Applejack sneers in contempt >”Some bird faced feller in a suit and tie was standin there waitin fer us.” >Bird faced man in a suit, black magic… >You aren’t the only one who seems to pick that up as you notice Luna visibly tense >Everyone seems to hang on their words as Rarity bites her thumb and she scrunches her face >”The oddest thing was that he seemed to know Mr. Will, even calling him Willy.” >Willy! >Your grip tightens on your chair causing a sharp creak startling the others >All eyes except Luna’s are on you >You can see Sunset approach you from you periphery, but your eyes are focused solely on your sister >Her breathing has become shallow, fists clenched into tight balls, and her pupils constricted into small slits as they seemingly shake in her rapidly brightening cyan eyes >”Um, principal Celestia, are you alright?” >Sunset’s voice seems to drag Luna out of her thoughts as her eyes flick to you noticeably steadier and back to their original color, but constricted all the same >Exhaling slowly you try to hide the worry on your face as best you can “Yes, yes I am.” >Turning to Sunset you frown “This news is just a bit, jarring.” >You receive several raised eyebrows and questioning looks, but brush them off as you have other concerns “We can delve more in depth on what’s happened when all of us are together.” >While still worried your students all voice their agreement >Applejack looks at everyone >”Ah suppose that’d be better so we don’t hafta repeat ourselves.” >With a sad frown Rarity scratches her chin >”Yes, it would be a waste to do so without everyone since there’s so much we have to say.” >Nodding in agreement Twilight crosses her arms >”Indeed, we have quite a bit on our side to go through as well.” >Waving her arms to emphasize her point Pinkie states >”It was the biggest party crashing I’ve seen EVER!” >Speaking up for the first time Fluttershy’s face hardens >”It wasn’t even just one group crashing it either…” >Shaking her head Sunset sighs >”That’s a whole other headache to talk about though.” >You are curious as to what they’re talking about, but more important things first >Turning to applejack you clasp your hands together unconsciously “So, I assume that Anon and Rainbow Dash are together then?” >Applejack nods pulling out her cellphone >”They are, he just woke up an hour ago or so.” >He just woke up an hour ago? >You can’t say you’re very surprised if he got the alone time with who you think it is >Luna rises from her seat determination clear on her face >”If that’s the case we should go out and bring them here as soon as we can.” >You agree 100% >The two of you need to learn what’s happened to everyone and explain what you know >You hate to admit it, but you’ll all need to work together in order to stop what’s coming >Applejack swipes through her phone >”Rainbow said they were headin to the mall for dinner.” >Ooh, you could use dinner too >Standing up and ignoring the dull pain you nod “Then we’ll go there and pick him up.” >Luna waves her hand dismissively >”I will go and retrieve them; you should stay here with the oth—“ >The creak of the door to the guest room stops Luna cold as her eyes widen >You turn to the guest room as Will stepping out with a heavy *thud* looks out from the doorway >He locks his gaze with yours >Oh god… >He looks absolutely ragged, almost worse than you do >Several scorch marks coat various parts of his superhero costume along with a few actual cuts on him >You don’t remember when the last time he actually came out of one of his sleep comas with ANY wounds, no matter how small >However that’s not the most concerning thing about him >No, the most alarming by far are his eyes >They’re tired, so very weary >As if to break the silence created by the rest of you he opens his mouth >His voice barely croaks out louder than a whisper >”It’s something I abhor, but I’ve failed you once more.” >You stand there silently cursing fate for making you literally bump into by far the sorest loser of all CHS as Flash’s cronies file in behind him from the shop to your right >Doing your best to show just how displeased you are in seeing him you point at Flash “And what are YOU doing here Flash?” >Smiling he straightens his back and puffs his chest out while posing proudly with his fists on waist >”Heh, that’s an excellent question to ask!” >Lifting his right arm up he snaps his fingers >Stepping out from behind Flash, Sandlewood holds out a guitar case as Snips and Snails unclasp the locks carefully >”The Flash was just here to hunt, and to see if his new toy was ready.” >To hunt? >What the hell is he on about? >”And was it ever!” >Flash throws his arm out above the guitar case as Snips opens it dramatically >”ISN’T IT JUST THE MOST FITTING PIECE OF ART FOR THE FLASH IN THE WORLD?!” >You flinch almost expecting a laser or something to shoot out of the guitar case, but instead… >Uhh… >You look between Flash and his guitar >Maybe you’re blind, because it looks exactly the same as it always has to you >Sure it’s nice and all, but not THAT nice >Yours is better by far “I, uh, ok?” >Flash’s face goes from ecstatic to confused as he raises his eyebrows >”Wh-what do you mean ok?” >You shrug as Flash looks to his cronies like you’re crazy >He looks like you not seeing how awesome his guitar is might actually have shaken him >”You guys can see the awesome adjustments that I had installed, right?” >Nodding like the little brownnose he is Snips exclaims >”Yea, of course we can see the new gold plating!” >Pointing at the fret board Sandlewood adds quickly >”Or even the bedazzling diamond studded frets!” >Diamond studding on the frets, wouldn’t that just get in the way? >Flash looks to both of them nodding like a madman >”Yea, yea all the cool stuff The Flash was able to get himself!” >Laughing a bit he holds his stomach >”She’s just playing hard to get ha hahah, HAHAHAH!” >His laughing quickly escalates into full blown howling as his cronies start to whoop and holler along with him >You don’t really know how to feel about it >You’re standing there witnessing all of it unfold as others shopping in the mall stop or slow down to stare at the four as they seem to have simultaneous nervous breakdowns >Maybe you should just walk away now? >Just as you decide to get moving their laughter dies down >Dang >Flash halts his mid-laugh before looking to you with a lopsided smile >”It’s ok, The Flash get it, you’re just jealous of The Flash’s kick-ass guitar…” >Say what? >With his now outstretched hand he grabs his guitar by the fret board >You notice that people seem to be much more interested all of a sudden >Now they’re starting to circle around you and Flash >”The Flash would be jealous too, but don’t worry…” >Pulling the guitar out of its case he dons the strap and cradles the guitar like a baby >What is he doing? >”Maybe if you apologize to The Flash’s number one baby right now, and agree to join The Flash’s ever growing fan club The Flash may allow you the honor of tightening her strings.” >Is, is he serious? >Wait, this is Flash you’re talking about >Of course he is >You sigh with a shake of your head as Flash takes a pick out from his jacket pocket “I’m, just going to forget that I bumped into you and walk away now because you’re causing a scene.” >He stands there as his cronies step back giving him space >The crowd of people around you has actually grouped together forming a wall around you and him as if waiting in anticipation for a rock show >Heh, now you’ve got her right where you want her >Rainbow won’t be able to resist you now that you’ve got your NEW guitar! >Holding your crimson pick up in the air you flip your hair back with a stylish head bob “Causing a scene?” >You look down from the ceiling to Rainbow Dash who seems to be enchanted by your blood-red pick and guitar as they shine in the light >If you were a lesser man the glare from your golden guitar might have blinded you, but you have to see something brighter everyday >Your future “The Flash doesn’t cause scenes…” >You make eye contact as Rainbow Dash looks on in awe >Breathing in a deep breath you prepare yourself >If there’s one girl in this mall that you can dazzle, it’s her >Then, once you do, you’ll be one step closer to your ultimate goal >You’ll get all the rainbooms together, and you’ll get YOUR princess back for leaving you >You exhale like a champ before flashing Rainbow Dash the pearly whites “The Flash IS the scene!” >Bringing your pick down on your shining golden guitar like the hammer of Thor and commence a moment that will be etched into the halls of history https://youtu.be/ATub40Npxik?t=2s >Yes >YES >You can feel your inner rock being channeled through your pick >You can FEEL EVERYTHING! >As you get more and more into it the crowd starts to cheer >You can see people trying to keep up with your fingers in a futile attempt >You can’t blame them >Your skill, your grace, your EVERYTHING >It’s AMAZING >Falling to your knees you continue the single best jam you’ve ever conceived >Rainbow Dash’s face is priceless >She’s speechless as her mouth hangs wide open >You start to put more eumph in your playing >After all, she’s going to be the hardest to impress considering she can play the guitar, but you’re not worried >You’ve impressed everyone in this mall already >She’d have to be absolutely crazy with jealousy to not jump to your feet and start apologizing! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tG4t8AFEes4 >Uhhhhh >Ok this is just plain weird >You stand here in front of a crowd that seems like everyone in the mall decided to drop by with your mouth agape as Flash gives his all to play >Points for effort and all, but he’s kinda missing a bunch of stuff >Like an amp, style, grace, or dignity for that matter as he thrusts his pelvis into the air while on his back >He looks so proud of it too, but that’s not what’s got you so concerned >It’s the fact that everyone around you is eating it up like he’s some sort of rock god given human form >The already barely audible electric guitar is now almost completely drowned out by the screaming people that surround you >If you didn’t know that Flash doesn’t have this many friends you might think they’re pulling a prank on you, but something tells you otherwise >That something being the slight red tinge that Flash’s eyes have >It isn’t as strong as it was on Friday, but it’s visible >As he gets more and more into it you notice something else too >It seems like an almost invisible layer of red fog has coated the floor >Ok, that clinches it, he’s got to be doing something to this crowd >They’re even cheering as he humps the floor/does the worm while playing on his back! >There’s no way that it’s anything BUT magic at this point! >Maybe it’s something like how the sirens were able to pull people under their spell with their music? >But that leaves the question of how Flash learned to do that >As you contemplate on what you should even do Flash begins to cool down and stop randomly spazzing out as he plays >Ending his playing fully he lies panting on the floor as the crowd goes silent >That was definitely an, experience >Though you wonder what exactly he hoped to accompl— >Your thoughts are interrupted by thunderous applause erupting all around you >As you shield your ears from the cracking of hands you watch as Flash stands up fully with a smug look on his face >Upon reaching full height he simply extends his arms out as if basking in the crowd’s attention before something hits his face >Is that, a pair of panties!? >Who even throws those at concerts!? >You don’t know if it makes it worse or better as you notice they still have the price tag on them >Other gifts rain down on Flash as he takes the panties off his face with the biggest grin plastered on his face and puts them in his jacket pocket >Are those roses and a box of chocolates? >Wait, that’s just a wad of money… >His cronies rush up to him and open his guitar case for him as he poses for photos with someone’s baby >Ok, this has gone a bit too far for your taste, it’s time to do something >As he takes his strap off you march up towards him >You’re going to give him a piece of your mind! >This, TOOL, walks in like he owns the place, plays a crappy solo you could out shred with a ukulele, and then uses magic to make everyone else think he’s Jimi Hendrix’s long lost son! >You can handle his bad attitude, even the crappy solo, but you can NOT handle everyone being FORCED to think he’s the coolest thing since the guitar string! “I’ve changed my mind Flash, NOW we gotta talk.” >Placing his guitar into its case like a dainty little girl he smirks >”Of course you want to talk to the Flash after his stellar performance, everyone does.” >Oh you’ll show HIM a stellar performance >Jabbing your pointer finger at him like you’re stabbing him you yell above the crowd “I challenge you to a rock off!” >The crowd goes silent all at once as your voice echoes throughout the mall >Taking a deep breath you hold it for a moment before releasing it as you watch the scene before you unfold >It seems like everyone, literally everyone, the store clerks, shoppers, and even the janitors have all congealed around the exit of the Guitars store >The only exceptions are yourself, the girl who fixed your phone, and a pair of security guards that seem to be watching you as they pass by >What, are you the weirdo here? >It would’ve been nice if the girl at the counter knew what the hell was going on with the loud cheering crowd, but she just shrugged when you asked her about it >Pretty sure she said something about the mouth breathing idiots that shop here will clap for anything? >Don’t know how to feel about someone literally insulting their customers, but you can’t complain your phone looks good as new! >You shrug as you approach the crowd of cheering people >You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a tinsy bit interested in what they’re cheering for, but you’re getting an odd feeling >Kinda like some white noise that’s getting progressively louder and you’re pretty sure it’s not just the crowd >You pop your ears just in case it’s that >However that doesn’t help >Maybe you’re just getting tinnitus? >Nah that shit takes like years of loud noises >Pretty sure you’re not going to get it from hanging out in a mall >As you get closer to the crowd whatever the residual noise was stops >Weird >Finally coming within view of what the crowd is seeing you peek over the heads of the cheering people in front of you >Is that Dash and… >Oh, oh goody >It looks like it’s your most favorite autist in the world >King Autismo in the flesh himself, Flash >You begin to wonder if you can just go one day now without meeting someone or something unpleasant >Maybe you should move after this is all over? >Your thoughts of moving somewhere quiet stop as you notice how mad Dash is starting to get >You’re not surprised, but maybe you should stop before she does something dumb >God forbid she does something that feeds into the egomaniac’s delusions >Wait a second, is that an electric guitar? >Double wait, was this crowd listening to FLASH play an electric guitar with no amp? >You’re not a musician or anything, but isn’t that really quiet? >Your bullshit detector is going off >You move towards the two of them as Dash yells above the sound of everyone >”I challenge you to a rock off!” >Oh for fucks sake >It’s as if the entire place went dead the second she said that >Like actually dead >The before cheering people are all a bit unnaturally still as Flash and his gang stare at the angrily pointing Dash >Maybe you should get in there and diffuse the autism that is sure to spark in Flash? >God, who are you kidding? >You couldn’t defuse that with a bomb squad backing you >As you weave your way through the still crowd you notice Flash start to, laugh? >His laughing quickly intensifies to manic howling before infecting his friends and then the crowd as people beside you start to cackle madly >Oh what fresh hell have you walked into? >”HAHHAaahhh, that’s a great joke Rainbabe, but let’s get real yea?” >You can tell that his words are only angering her just a bit more >Ok she seems about ready to knock him the fuck out, but you’re like that whenever you talk to him so you can’t really tell how bad it is >”If you really want to impress me you don’t need to fight a losing battle.” >Oh, oh no >If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Dash in the short time you’ve known her it’s that she competitive, and that was when it was relatively friendly one v ones >She just straight up got told that she couldn’t compete with Flash in a rock off >That little voice in the back of your head that was worried that Flash might have been in danger yesterday at the hospital is speaking up again >Except this time it’s not from Nihilem or anything else you thought would be a threat >It’s Dash, especially because of the rage on her face as Flash grins cockily >You have to stop her from committing assault or worse in front of all these people! >Deciding that subtlety is overrated you push your way through the crowd >Luckily for your conscious it doesn’t seem that you’ve pushed anyone to the ground as you step into the half-circle of Dash and Flash >It seems Dash notices you as you rush over >Quickly say something to calm her! “Now I can see why you’re angry, but prison is a really long commitment for murder!” >Yep, that was the best you got >Not that violence is wrong, no too many witnesses for her to get away with it! >It’s almost as if your words don’t reach her as her death glare sharpens on the now gloating Flash >”Anon…” >You stop in front of her trying your best to block her vision of Flash “What’s up?” >Her glare inches up to you >Oh jeez that hurts just looking at it >”I can’t let this happen.” >No nonono! >You hold both your hands up defensively “Yes you can, you know that when one stoops to an autist’s level it’s always the autist who’s won right?” >Her glare does not soften >You never were good at persuasion >Ok, you just got to think of something to stop her from killing Flash before he says something stupid or she does it >BUT WHAT!? >You smile to yourself as Anon desperately tries to talk to Rainbow Dash >He just doesn’t get it does he? >You have a personal magnetism that no babe can fight >Even now, Rainbow Dash probably just doesn’t know how to deal with those feelings it stirs inside her properly yet >So she puts up a “fight” by challenging you to a rock off >Heh, classic Tsen-tune-ummm, that thing from those cartoons >Micro Chips was always talking about them >Ah whatever! >The point is that she has the hots for The Flash! >Soon she’ll be yours and you can work your way through to her friends! >It’s only a matter of time before you take all of them for yourself! >Then they’ll take you to YOUR Twilight, and she’ll HAVE to fall in head over heels for the NEW and Improved Flash! >You inhale the sweet air of your perceived victory like a fine soda >Only to stop as inspiration surges through you >If your goal is Rainbow and all her friends… >And SHE just challenged YOU to a rock off… >Why not just go all in? >Yea, like they say; two birds get stoned, or something like that >Doesn’t matter! >This is why YOU’RE the best! >You only come up with the best ideas >Coughing into your fist you flash your wickedly great smile at the still staring Rainbow Dash with a wink “How about instead of just a rock off between the two of us we make it interesting?” >Her eye twitches as Anon looks between you and her in horror >”You, you’re not gonna listen to FLASH right? Like he may actually be, literally, autistic. I can't be the only one to see it.” >Her gaze doesn’t budge from you as she ignores his pleas >”What’d you have in mind?” >Pointing at her with an upside-down finger gun you smirk “How bout we raise the stakes; instead of just The Flash versus you, how about The Flashers versus the Rainbooms?” >Your jaw could not hang lower if you tried >Are they actually serious about this rock off thing? >You know the school’s had a musical competition before, but that was because of the sirens or something >Man, if there wasn’t a crowd of people on Flash’s side, your general pain everywhere, and you had your pin you’d just tell Flash to shove it! >It’s only as the thought pops up in your head how real tough you sound with those words… >Ignoring your own inability to really do anything you wonder if Dash and Flash are really just gonna drag all their friends into this? >Well, guess it’s more Dash doing so since Flash’s friends are basically just his squad >You turn to Dash who’s face has dropped the anger only to adopt a more contemplative stare >She’s considering this >She is actually CONSIDERING taking FLASH up on his dumb offer “You can’t actually be thinking about taking him up on this right?” >You point at the still smug looking bastard as he winks to people in the crowd surrounding you “He’s literally Flash, you know, the guy with an ego second only to the amount of stupid in his head?” >Ignoring you she speaks to Flash >”What do you want if The Flashers win?” >Are you the only one who doesn’t want this? >Flash strokes his chin as he looks off into the distance >”Hmm, how about you all become part of the Flash’s personal entourage?” >While you’re not surprised that’s what he wants, you are a bit surprised he knows the word entourage >Dash nods with a look of disdain before jabbing a thumb towards herself >”And if the Rainbooms win?” >Flash stifles a laugh as his gank squad snicker behind him before composing himself >”The Flash doesn’t think that’ll happen, but if it does, the Flash will do anything you want.” >Dash doesn’t even wait for a second before asking >”Anything?” >Running a hand through his hair Flash laughs gaudily >”Well, The Flash has NEVER broken a promise…” >Gazing at Dash with what you think is supposed to be a sultry smile he winks >”So yes, the Flash means, annyy thing.” >You actually physically cringe at the gaze he’s throwing in your direction >You just got a whole bunch of images of Flash in your head that you didn’t ever even want to consider >Dash brushes past you as you try to mentally bleach your mind >Stopping a few steps in front of Flash she holds her hand out >”Saturday, 6 pm, Galloping Fillies.” >Flash raises his eyebrows in surprise before smirking and grasping her hand >”The Flash looks forward to showing you just what he’s got.” >With a singular firm shake they break off contact >Dash turns to you and starts walking as Flash does the same towards his friends >Snapping his fingers he yells >”You heard her, come see the battle of Canterlot at Galloping Fillies, 6 o’clock on Saturday!” >Standing with his friends he peeks over his left shoulder throwing you and Dash a sidelong glance as the people around you begin to stir with excitement >”The Flash will look forward to it…” >The sounds of excited chatter almost drown out Flash’s words as people resume their lives in the mall blocking him and his friends from sight >When the crowds clear he’s nowhere to be seen >Hey wait a sec, he’s not allowed to be that cool! >That’s some like ninja shit not some high schooler with magic shit! >You sigh as you realize what exactly you just thought and how stupid it was >Dash stands next to you with a determined look on her face as she focuses on the floor >You really should ask what the hell’s wrong with her >Just how to word it… “Look, I know Flash is a dick and all, but doing this?” >Blinking Dash looks up to you with a raised eyebrow >”What, you should be happy dude.” >You should be happy? >Squinting you cock your head to the side “Why?” >Clasping her hands together she shakes her head >”This is by far the best solution to dealing with Flash.” >Battling him in a battle of the bands style showdown at Galloping Fillies? >You shrug furrowing your brow “Yea I’m not seeing it.” >Sighing she holds four fingers up >”There’s four key points as to why this is by far the best situation we could hope for.” >Crossing your arms you lean back a bit “And they are?” >Counting off with her pointer finger she starts >”One, we now know an exact when and where for Flash on Saturday.” >As opposed to having to track him down? >Ok that makes sense >You nod >Now holding up two fingers she continues >”Second, we now have a peaceful way to take down one of the SINs.” >Pointing to you with her other hand she frowns >”If the past few days taught ANYONE anything, especially you, it’s that we can’t literally fight every SIN. So this is by far a better solution.” >You smirk wryly as you avert your gaze from hers >She’s definitely not wrong there >You kinda want to not get your ass handed to you so much if you can >Her face darkens a bit >”The past few days have really made me think about that, you know?” >Her eyes seem a bit distant as they burrow into the tile flooring >”A good friend should look out for theirs…” >Wow that’s, kinda a sudden downtrodden tone she’s got now >You don’t really know how to feel about her sudden seriousness >Before you can say anything she shakes her head >”But besides that there’s two much better reasons.” >Putting her left hand on her hip Dash holds up three fingers on her right >”Thirdly, it’ll keep Flash from stirring up any trouble at least until Saturday.” >Wait what? “What do you mean?” >She waves her hand around as if showing you the mall like a new car salesmen >”You didn’t really think that Flash was able to excite literally everyone in the mall with his lackluster performance?” >Well, you didn’t really see his performance, but you did get a funny feeling near the crowd >Holding a fist up to your mouth you bite the tip of your thumb “Are you 100% certain that he’s doing something?” >Like he could of just bribed everyone, or maybe they’re just mad pranking you? >Ok, that’s reaching, but you probably shouldn’t just assume that Flash is brainwashing people >Even if you could see that happening… >Looking around as if searching for something she speaks >”His eyes were glowing, and unless he had his goons bring a smoke machine with red dye there was some magical fog on the floor.” >Red smoke and glowing eyes >Yea that sounds like the magic stuff he used before, but that still leaves the question… “Why would he stop using his powers just because you’ve challenged him to a rock off?” >Shaking her head with a smile she looks up from the floor and back to you >”You’re not a musician, are you?” >Was it that obvious? “Besides playing a wicked guitar and turntable on the Hero games, no.” >Humming with a small nod she continues >”That’s a bit surprising around here, but the point is that even though Flash has become the biggest prick on the planet he’s still the same guitarist from before.” >That’s not a bit cryptic at all “And so what if he’s the same guitarist still?” >Dash’s smile gets a bit smaller as she seems to stare through you >”He wasn’t always such a dick; back when I used to even be his friend he’d always practice as hard as he could so he could shred on his guitar perfectly.” >You still have a bit of a hard time believing that Flash wasn’t always a dick >”Used to really respect that dedication of his…” >She frowns a bit before blinking >”Anyway, even if he thinks it’s in the bag for him to win, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s practicing till his fingers bleed.” >Man, is that going to take even more effort since he’s got magic now? >Clapping her hands together her face hardens with a smile >”But that brings us to the best advantage we gain from this!” >You stare at her as she pauses for dramatic tension >Pointing at you with both hands she hops up on one leg >”We can plan ahead on what we’re going to do!” >Uhh, well yea that’s a given >She must see the confusion on your face as she stands back on two feet >”Had we not challenged Flash to throw-down, then we’d have to come up with a plan completely on the spot if we came across him.” >So like how you deal with almost everything now days? >”While I may not be one for thinking outside the box, with all 8 of us I’m sure we’ll come up with something totally awesome!” >Hm, that is true you guess >You don’t mean to toot your own horn, but you’ve always done well with time to think >That’s not even mentioning just how many different backgrounds your little group has >Discounting the given fact that Twilight’s a certifiable genius, there’s also the fact that all the girls know how to play music >Who knows, maybe given enough time they can come up with the perfect song to fuck over whatever magic Flash is using on everyone? >Anon’s face is a mixture of wonder and amazement as he nods >”Man, I thought you were just really angry and decided it’d be nice to take Flash down a peg in what he holds dear to him, but you were thinking that far ahead?” >Yea of course, you weren’t just completely fed up with Flash >No, you knew exactly what you were doing all along >You sure didn’t just angrily challenge him and then calmed down when you realized what you had said >Yes sir, you were merely pretending to be angry >Mustering the best smile you can you cross your arms while throwing your head back with a laugh “Of course I was, I mean I am THE Rainbow Dash!” >Throwing your arm out you make it glide smoothly as you look away from Anon ”Everything went according to my plan; it was all smooth sailing the entire time.” >While you don’t think Anon can do that thing Applejack can where she can tell if you’re lying by looking you in the eyes you’re not going to take the chance >”You know I’d believe you weren’t completely full of shit if you were looking at me when you said that.” >He found you out! >You look to him with a shaky smile as panic spreads across your face “W-what do mean?” >He smirks as he crosses his arms >”Come on man, not once have you broken eye contact with me when you brag.” >W-what? >Have you not? >Wait, has he paid that much attention to you? >While you can see why he’d want to, you are you after all, you didn’t think he’d do so closely >”I made that up, but ya kinda confirmed it just now by stuttering and acting all weird when I said so.” >Inhaling sharply you realize what just happened >You’ve been had! >He shakes his head with a small smile spreading across his lips >”Come on, I’ll show you the one cool place here both literally and figuratively.” >You sigh as he starts to walk away >”He’s leaving.” >You sigh before peeking over the counter >Looks like he leading Rainbow Dash away from here >”You know he wasn’t even looking over here right?” >You glare at Sugarcoat “One random glance in my direction and it could’ve been all over!” >Rolling her eyes she pulls out her phone >”I still don’t see why you needed to dive into a trash can instead of a store literally right behind you.” >You can feel heat rushing to your face as you sit down on the cool floor with your back against the counter “Look, everybody was in that crowd, he could’ve look back at any time!” >You hug your legs to your chest as you shiver “I panicked okay…” >You hear Sugarcoat fingers as they tap away indifferently at her phone >”You’re just lucky the thing was empty.” >Looking down at you as if inspecting you she shakes her head >”At least I assume since you don’t smell like garbage, nor do you look any worse than when you arrived.” >You suppose that’s her way of being nice >Should probably just be happy with that >You sigh before standing up off the ground “Did you see what was happening?” >You didn’t get a good view since you left the garbage can and dashed over here as quick as you could >She looks up from her phone before pushing her glasses up with one finger >”They were watching the target from Friday as he enacted some sort of magical mass mind control.” >You tense up at her casual usage of the term mass mind control >How did he acquire that level of ability?! >He was barely even able to register on your radar before Friday, and then that fight with Anon… >He, Flash you believe his name was, clocked in at a level 6 Pawn tier >If only your away team had gotten visual on what he did to ascend to power so quickly that day >Maybe it has something to do with how quickly he’s escalated to now? “When did he start being able to use that level of mental domination?” >Sugarcoat continues to stare at her phone seemingly uncaring as she swipes >”Saturday he was in the hospital all day, but sometime around 9 am on Sunday the floor he was staying in experienced some, difficulties.” >Difficulties? “Care to elaborate further?” >Ceasing her tapping she places her phone on the counter before turning to you >”I do, but it’s my job to; so I don’t really get a choice here.” >You roll your eyes at her predictable snarky attitude >”We don’t know what happened exactly, but with what I got off the big green lug’s phone we know it probably involved him somehow.” >Hmm, you have far too many questions for Anon >You just need to find a way to probe him without his knowledge some way >Sugarcoat continues as you scrunch your face up in thought >”But suffice to say, Flash was checked out and prowling the mall grounds around noon.” >So he was able to recoup that quickly? >Interesting… “Is that when he started to dominate the minds of others around here?” >She nods as she looks out at the mall >”The only difference being that when he started he could only sway a few people at a time.” >Wait, what? >You furrow your brow as your gaze shifts to the display counter beneath your arms “How many is a few?” >Sliding her phone into your view she swipes through a few pictures on the display >They’re all of Flash with a single person, then two, then four, and it keeps doubling there after >”He kept doubling the amount he’d influence until there was no one else left in eyesight.” >Dear god… >Does he get more and more powerful the number of thralls under his control? >He’ll become much more of a problem in the future if you don’t nip him in the bud soon >Swiping a few more times Sugarcoat reveals a few images of the mall’s security guards >”With these two as the only ones besides myself able to ignore his influence.” >What? >You tear your gaze from the phone to her frowning face “Consistently?” >Blinking her eyes focus onto yours before she nods >”Even when it got to the point that everyone else was fawning over the guy, they just continued to mind their own business.” >Leaning back against the counter as she stares through the clear skylight above “I guess you didn’t see them? They were walking past your garbage can after you dove in, gave the green kid the nastiest glares.” >That’s, concerning to say the least >Pulling out your phone you make a note about them “Keep an eye on them and Flash when they’re around here for me, will you?” >Giving a lack-luster salute she sighs >”I live to serve, boss.” >Your face scrunches up reflexively as she smirks “Whatever…” >Hopping over the counter you wince as you land on the other side >Forgot about the whole painful sore body again >Holding your phone up your bear through the pain “I’m going to follow Anon a bit more and hopefully listen into his conversations to see what I can find.” >You glance over your shoulder at Sugarcoat as you stand there “Get some rest while you can, I don’t think the next few weeks will be any easier.” >Turning around you swipe open your tracking app >”Can do, stay safe out there.” >Hm, it’s nice to know she cares >Leading Dash away from the bulk of the people in the mall you head to the more barren nook of the mall >”Where are you taking me Anon?” >You can see why she’d be confused >This part of the mall is pretty desolate for a reason >The most unpopular shops are tucked into the back here >Including the best place in the mall >You wave her concern off as you stop walking in front of your destination >Good old PNC “Here it is the coolest place in the mall.” >You fold your arms together before turning around to her >”The Personal Nutrition Center?” >Ah, good >She doesn’t know about the thing they do here >Would’ve been really embarrassing to hype it up so much only for her to say she knew already >She gives you a raised eyebrow for your troubles >Soon she will know why this is the greatest place in the mall >Nodding your head towards the entrance with a smirk you invite her in “After you m’lady.” >Doing a fake gasp complete with a hand covering her mouth she smiles before rolling her eyes and walking in >Stepping through the threshold to the small shop it appears to be as busy as ever >With that being completely dead >Dash looks around the place like she’s never been here before or something >Wait, she has been here before right? >Out of all the girls you’d think that SHE would have at least visited this place before on a whim or something >”So what’s so special about this place?” >Taking a cursory look at the place she turns back to you >”It looks like a generic nutritional place.” >Seriously!? >You thought she’d be all over this place “Have you ever been here before?” >Shaking her head she places a hand on her hip >”Never needed to, my Dad taught me to shop around online for the best prices on all my supplements.” >You stare at Dash in silence >That doesn’t sound like a bad way to do it per say, but… >Scratching the side of your head you furrow your brow “If you do that, how do you try any new flavors of scoops?” >She furrows her brow in return >”What?” >You scrunch your face up in confusion “What am I the weird one here for wanting to try a flavor before I commit to big tub of the stuff?” >Opening and closing her mouth for a moment before she holds her chin in wonder she stares at you >”Are, are you talking about protein powder?” >You nod at her obvious question “Yea, what else would I be talking about?” >It seems her confusion intensifies as she cocks her head >”Do they just let you taste some of the powder or…” >Shaking your head you point to the empty counter “Come on, I’ll show ya.” >Stepping up to the unmanned counter with Dash you tap the small call bell nestled against the cash register >As the *ding* rings through the tiny shop you hear a *SLAM* from behind the door ahead of you followed by a loud grunt of pain >After what seems like rustling a few curious looks from your rainbow haired sports enthusiast the door opens slowly >Stepping out while dusting off his ill-fitting uniform Bulk adjusts his tiny hat before spotting the two of you >With a wave he smiles >”Ah hey there Anon, how are you doing today?” >You shrug as you notice him eyeing up your black eye “Been better, but that’s why I’m here.” >He nods understandingly before his eyes drift to Dash >”Oh, uh hi Rainbow dash.” >She holds a hand up lazily in response >”Hey Bulk.” >Rubbing your hands together you get down to business >You scan the protein powder jug pyramid stacked beside the counter as Bulk pulls out a blender from below the counter >You haven’t been here in a while so it looks like there’s plenty of new flavors to choose >Though not all of them sound too good >Black liquorice, seriously? >Why would anyone actually want that in shake form? >It’s not the worst flavor you can think of or anything, but there can’t be that big of a market for it >Though judging by the fact that its row in the pyramid is all but gone maybe you’re wrong >Guess some people really are crazy for it, but you’re definitely not one of them >Is that salted caramel? >Well shit, now you can’t not have it >Pointing to the glorious flavor sitting on the top of the 8 foot or so pyramid you voice your choice “I’ll have the salted caramel.” >Nodding he snatches the top jug off the pyramid setting it down beside the blender before looking to Dash >”And you?” >She looks from Bulk to you then to the pyramid for a moment before hesitantly answering >”Uhh, black liquorice?” >Oh wow, didn’t peg her as one to like that >He nods and places the oddly popular flavor next to your tub >Pulling out the ceremonial scoop he addresses you >”The same as last time?” >You simply answer with a nod that spurs him into action >Like a practiced artisan tending to his craft Bulk’s hands move with precision and speed >Starting with two generous scoops of the salted caramel powder he pulls out seemingly random ingredients from underneath the counter >You’ve tried to pay attention to his process the few times you’ve been here, but you just can’t make any sense of it >Like right now, you swear you just saw him add some sort of bullion cubes! >Wait, was that pepper or some sort of poppy seed? >Not like it matters either way though >You tried to replicate the process you saw before only to make a sludge that probably belongs more in Yucca Mountain rather than near people at all >You don’t think you’ll ever fully figure out the magical shake making process Bulk employs >You don’t appear to be alone in that regard as Dash tries to watch the display with what looks like a mixture of confusion and horror >Smiling you nudge her with your elbow “What’s the matter Dash, never seen someone make a shake before.” >Without even missing a beat she chuckles before looking at you with a mocking smile >”Have you?” >Bulk pours out the blender’s contents into a shaker bottle before practically assaulting the thing >Shaking your head as you lean on the counter you raise your hands defensively “No, but then again I’ve never tasted a shake nearly as good either.” >Her head keeps swiveling between you and Bulk working the shaker bottle as she watches in abject horror >”Anon he, he just added a fistful of leaves to your shake…” >Waving her concern with a casual palm you sigh “Trust me, it’s fine.” >You’ve had him make you shakes at least a dozen or so times in the past few months you’ve been here and not once have they been anything but delicious >”It is done.” >Oh, that was faster than usual >Turning around you catch him pouring the light brown liquid a cup >Sending it sliding across the counter you catch it as he nods to you >Turning to Dash he asks >”What flavor ice cream would you like, and how many scoops of protein?” >She furrows her brow for a moment before her face lights up >”Do you have chocolate?” >Eck, everyone knows vanilla is by far the superior ice cream flavor >You take your first sip of the hopefully salted caramel shake >A veritable cornucopia of flavor that somehow enhances the caramel and salt dances across your taste-buds >You can’t help but hum in satisfaction >Bulk is really too good at making these things >He nods as he places a tub of chocolate ice cream atop the counter >Dash stares at the black liquorice powder in wonder >”As for how many scoops…” >Her eyes flick from the powder to your shake before settling back on Bulk >”How about three?” >You can see the beginnings of a smirk on her face as her eyes snap to you >Oh, is she gonna be like that? >Were you a lesser man you might have taken that as some sort of challenge >It’s a good thing you’re above such petty squ-ok she’s going down >You tap the counter lightly “You know what Bulk; I’m feeling really bad today, how bout you make me one too.” >Dash has gone full on Cheshire grin as Bulk replaces the blender pitcher with a larger variant >”Can do.” >You stare down Dash as she leans back against the counter >”Actually, can I get four scoops?” >You purse your lips as you suck air in through your teeth >Is she really gonna do this? >As Bulk starts to pile on scoops into the large pitcher you continue to watch Dash as her eyes wander the shop lazily >Well you know what they say, in for a penny… “Make it four for me too.” >Bulk stops scooping for a moment before looking to Dash expectantly >As blasé as possible she holds up five fingers >“Five please.” >Oh, oh we’re doing this >Bulk looks to you with a visible bead of sweat and uncertainty growing on his face “Six.” >Dash glances at you from the corner of her eye as Bulk begins scooping faster >”Seven.” >You ball up your fist and you place your cup down and turn fully towards Dash “Eight.” >Turning fully towards you she practically snarls >”Nine!” “Ten!” >”Eleven!” “Twelve!” >”Thirteen!” >You stay silent for a moment as she smirks >Oh no she doesn’t! >Now you’ll show her! “ALL OF IT!” >This was a mistake >You’re currently sitting on a bench regretting your recent decision that led to this >You stare into the black void that is your chocolate black liquorice shake >You and Dash may have gone a bit too far… >After angrily chugging your salted caramel shake you suffered a fate worse than death >That being having time to process what a stupid decision you just made >Poor Bulk frantically started mixing in all sorts of stuff after having to quite literally pour the entire jug of powder in >It didn’t take long for even Dash to start looking pale once she realized just how much shake was made >Though you have to give Bulk credit, you didn’t think it would taste good, but boy were you wrong >Chocolate somehow makes black liquorice palatable >Who knew? >But now you’re sitting on a bench with Dash tackling what seems like a gallon big gulp or something >Suppose you should just be glad that the protein powder jug was already half empty when you got it >”It’s pretty good.” >Hmm? >You cast a side-long glance to her as she breaks the silence >She hasn’t talked much opting to instead focus on drinking as fast as she could >Didn’t work out so well considering her jug looks to be about as full as yours “Yea, it’s a bit surprising.” >While staring into the sun dipping below the horizon you notice that she seems to be palming something in her track jacket pocket with a furrowed brow >With how intense she’s staring you might think she’s trying to evaporate her shake with eye laser powers that haven’t manifested quite yet >Doesn’t take a genius to figure something’s bothering her >Leaning back you try to seem more casual to balance out her stressed out pose “Scoop for your thoughts?” >Your words seem to jerk Dash out from her thoughts as she flinches a bit before shrugging >”Oh you know, just thinking about some stuff…” >Wonder what’s eating her? >You’re pretty sure there’s an easy way to find out “You thinking; what’s the world come to?” >Chuckling a little she sets the jug on her lap before directing her gaze skyward >”I know, you’d think everything was falling apart.” >She seems to relax from her ridged posture as she leans back a bit with her arms spread out on the bench as she continues >”You haven’t known us long Anon, but do you think we’re good friends?” >Woah ok wow >That came out of nowhere >Does she mean you and them, or like how much they’re friends with each other? >This question needs a bit of clarification >”I’ve been through a lot with them, even discounting the past few days.” >You can’t help but stare at her from the corner of your eye as you keep your head pointed to the golden red sunlight making its way past the horizon >”Almost all of us were good friends until someone ruined it.” >You can see what looks like the telltale signs of a wistful smile appearing on her lips >”But we became even better friends because of them, to the point that we’re inseparable now even with them.” >That’s obviously Sunset >”I’m even friends with two different versions of the same person.” >Closing her eyes she shakes her head >”Seriously, how crazy is that?” >Considering what you’ve seen in the past few days? >Not incredibly >”And yet…” >Yet what? >She can't just trail off on such a cliche line like that >Contrary to your belief she leaves her words to linger in the air like the steadily disappearing rays of the sun as she stares into the golden abyss >”It just feels, right.” >You feel compelled to raise an eyebrow at Dash’s ambiguous wording >It feels right? >Guess you know that feeling >It’s been a while since the world felt right, but it’s not as though you can’t remember it >She stays silent as the seconds pass by >Does she want to know what you think, or is she done talking? >You’re really not good at this >Better say something “And that’s a good thing, yea?” >She nods slowly >”Yea it is…” >Where is she going with this? >You thought that she was more direct than this, or maybe she’s just thinking out loud? >You do that a lot, though it’s generally by yourself >Standing up suddenly she pulls something out of her pocket >The sunlight catches it causing it to almost blind you with its glint >”Here, catch.” >She tosses whatever’s in her hand towards you >You being the ever smooth and alert operator you are, almost drop the thing in your shake as you fumble around with it >Whatever it is feels really familiar… >Oh shit, it’s your pin! ”Thanks, was wondering where that was.” >No you weren’t, you forgot all about that! >Though that sorta happens when you purposely just don’t think about something >Not that you would know from experience or anything >You heave a sigh at your self-depreciating thoughts before pinning your magical button to your hoodie string >”Come on, let’s get going.” >You look up from your lap to Dash as she sips on her shake >”We have to meet up with everyone to talk about last night.” >Oh, joy >Gripping your cold shake you stand up “Where are we going?” >Shrugging she starts walking off >”Don’t know, they just said to wait for them at home.” >Okay then >You follow behind her as you walk towards the sunset >You sigh as you sip the remnants of your shake >Somehow even after the walk you find yourself craving more of the odd combination of liquorice and chocolate >After getting back you decided to take a load off and bum around on the couch >Dash decided to take a shower after checking her phone >Something about the others needing to take a quick detour before coming over >Honestly right now, besides vegging out on the couch, you’re crashing hard >It’s becoming a real uphill battle to keep awake >Maybe you’re just feeling the effects of the past few days in full swing, or maybe the ibuprofen is really hitting you >Or wait, can you protein overdose? >That sounds really stupid now that you’re thinking about it, but if someone was able to you’ve sure hit the threshold by now >Weren’t you supposed to actually be thinking about something? >You can’t really remember… >It’s growing increasingly concerning how much your mind wanders >Placing your now empty shake on the coffee table you turn off the tv as you think the background noise may have started corroding your brain >Your chest slowly expands and contracts as you close your eyes for a brief moment >Besides the soft hum of the heater kicking in you sit in complete silence >It suddenly dawns on you that if you don’t want to fall asleep you need to actually focus on something >Your eyes wander around the place looking for something to ponder that’ll stave off the sweet embrace of unconsciousness >Though besides a few pictures of what you guess are Dash’s parents nothing really catches your attention >Maybe you should think of what you’ve got planned in the next week or so? >Tomorrow is school time once more >Not like that’s going to be weird considering what the past few days of your life have been >One day you’re fighting the forces of evil, and the next you’re snoring through math >Jesus, you’ve become a regular teen superhero >But you’re getting off track >Besides that you don’t think you have anything planned until Wednesday >Which will be when you hang out with Twi over lunch… >Oh boy will that be an experience >Besides someone for once actually fully elaborating on a question you’ve asked them you get to have some nice alone time with concentrated weeb >Hopefully she’ll be so focused on actually answering your questions that she won’t try to be cool or a massive weeb >Maybe you should just ask her why she’s flipped from what you’re almost certain is a “cool” persona to what you can describe as its antonym >Besides the transition being pretty jarring you do wonder why she’s doing it in the first place >Is she trying to impress you or something? >Definitely have to make a mental note of that >Oh fuck >It’s only as the thought of Thursday enters your mind do you remember that the worst is yet to come >Thursday is when you have to go out with Rarity >To go shopping… >Somehow, you get the feeling it won’t be nearly as enjoyable as your dinner date with Dash >Your eye twitches at the slip of the mind you just had describing hanging out with Dash >You really need to stop being so hung up about hanging out with girls >You are supposed to make friends with them idiot >That means hanging out and going to dinner >In non-dating kinda way >Just friends >Your fri-ehhh >That’s still just a bit… >You don’t think you can do that yet >Leaning back you stare at the pastel blue ceiling >You know that besides the fact you’re probably going to be seeing even more of them in the coming weeks or months or until school’s out, you’ve been through enough with them already that you should be able to at least label them as such >You just can’t bring yourself to do so >Even after they’ve practically bend over backwards just to accommodate you >They… >”Do you really think that they’ll accept you?” >Shadowfright’s words from within the darkness of the jewelry section of Fancy Pants and Co. echo in your mind >Blanking out you stop yourself from going back to what happened earlier in the wee hours of the morning >Instead you stare into the pastel blue ceiling seeking solace in its ocean of comforting color >Even with the calming blue though, you can’t stop some thoughts piercing into your mind >Like that maybe he was right >You can’t even bring yourself to think about what he said without agreeing with him >It’s not like anything he said about you was wrong >Turning over you close your eyes and bury yourself in the couch cushion >If you agree with him and you don’t think anything he said is wrong >Why do you still refuse to believe what he said is RIGHT? >Well you know WHY >You don’t want to just give up and admit that everything you’ve done that everything you’ve purposely abstained from, that it… >It really was all for nothing >You let the thought linger in your mind untouched by anything else >Just you and the words hanging around forcing you to acknowledge them >The silence of the house does little to help you as you agonize over these words alone in your own mind >Putting on some shorts and a t-shirt you check yourself out in your mirror >Looking as awesome as usual! >You smile at yourself as you cross your arms >That shower was just the thing you needed after all! >You're still feeling a bit tired, but that happens when you’ve been up for how long now? >You couldn’t sleep while Anon was twisting and turning like he was having a perpetual nightmare, and then when he finally did look to be getting real rest you had to make sure he was ok >Maybe you should’ve taken a nap then? >Nah, after all you woke up around what, 8:30 yesterday morning when Rarity called you? >What time is it now? >Snatching your phone off your nightstand you notice you have a text message from the blinking light coming from it >Pressing the power button you see that it’s 7:30 >Ok, maybe a nap would’ve been a good thing >Waving that thought away you can’t help question why the others aren’t here by now >Probably has to do with the text >Swiping your phone open you navigate the menus to your new message >It’s from Twilight? >That’s weird >She isn’t usually the one to text you updates about what’s happening “Konbanwa Rainbowchan, many things have suddenly come to the rest of the group’s attention and as such we will be unable to meet up tonight to discuss everything.” >She’s still doing the Japanese thing again… >You continue reading through the wall of text “Worry not about the others though, everything is daijobu, but principal Celestia and the man I believe you know as Platinum Mettle have decided to leave the area in order to recuperate faster.” >Wait, leaving the area as in to a better hospital out of town or? ”Vice principal Luna decided that it’d be best to reconvene tomorrow after school to further discuss what happened earlier today.” >Oh, maybe you weren’t the only tired one? “So until tomorrow give my regards to Anon and oyasuminasai!” >You’re really starting to think she’s using Japanese more and more ever since Anon’s joined up with the group >Is he encouraging her or something? >Shrugging you pocket your phone >There are more important things to worry about right now >So there’s no point in wondering about that or what happened while you guarded Anon for the day right now, you can ask tomorrow at school or something >Better let Anon know he doesn’t need to sit up waiting for the others >Guy probably needs a bit more sleep >Not that you’re one to talk >But you know you can probably keep going for at least another day! >A yawn erupts from your mouth as if to purposely challenge your thought >Ok, maybe you could use some sleep too >Walking out of your room you make your way to the stairs >Making your way down the carpeted steps you notice Anon’s face down on the couch >Oh, did he fall asleep already? >Slowing down your pace you silently sneak over to him >His back slowly rises and falls in tune with a light snoring >Normally you’d just throw a blanket over him and call it a day, but he’s already injured >You don’t think that the position he’s sleeping in will do him any favors when he wakes up >Looks like he was trying to do his best impression of an ostrich or something with how face deep he is in the couch >Squatting down you place a hand on his shoulder >Dang, he’s seems to be a bit sweaty >Not outright sweating, but just enough that his tank top is slightly damp >Must be a bit hot or something >You’ll have to turn the thermostat down just a scoche >As gently as you can you try to rouse Anon from his nap “Hey dude, gotta get up for just a little bit.” >Jolting a bit at your voice he moans >”Euughh…” >You know that feeling “I know it sucks, but you can’t just crash with your neck like that, it’ll hurt when you wake up.” >You try to shake him once more as he tenses up before somehow mashing his face back into the sofa “Ok, come on now; you really have to get up Anon.” >As if trying to deafen himself to your voice he buries his head further into the sofa >That ostrich thing was a joke >You didn’t think he’d really bury his head so far into the sofa >Better bring out the big guns >Moving your hands lower you rest your hands just above his armpits >After initially tensing up at your hands presence he relaxes as you bide your time >The poor unsuspecting fool… >As he breathes out you jab your fingers into his pits and proceed to do the single worst thing available in your arsenal of waking someone up >You tickle him like your mom does to you when you can’t be bothered to wake up, and does it ever work on him just like you >Almost immediately he flails around like he’s covered in bees and curses >”Fuck!” >You back off just as he rolls onto the floor with a soft *thud* >Coughing a bit he opens his eyes as you stand above him “Sleep well?” >Shaking his head he frowns >”I feel like I took a round trip to pain town and stopped by sufferingville on my way back home for a quick visit.” >Yea, he's fine >Even if he doesn't look so hot with his black eye and, wait what? >You can’t help but notice that his actual eyes are a bit red >He must really be beat >Didn’t realize the dude was that tired >Probably because of your own sleepiness >Wait didn’t Anon take those pills you left him? >He shouldn't feel too bad right now >Thought those would’ve lasted at least a few more hours >Whatever >You offer him your extended hand with an apologetic smile “Sorry dude, you were out like a light.” >Grasping your hand you pull him up to his feet before he flops onto the couch like a dumbbell >Stretching out he lets loose a yawn >”I know, if I don’t plan to wake up generally I won’t.” >Rubbing his non bruised eye he looks around slightly confused >”Where is everyone, I thought they’d be here by now.” >You shake your head as you fling yourself onto the couch beside him with a *pomf* “Something urgent came up and now we’re all going to meet up tomorrow after school.” >Nodding with his eyes seemingly half closed runs his hand through his hair >”Ah, ok then…” >His eyes track slowly from his lap to the remote and then to you before he half smiles >”Want to watch a movie or something then?” >Letting out a monster of a yawn before you can respond causes his half smile to morph into a smirk >”Or are you a bit too tired to do that?” >Heh, it seems Anon is learning just how to push your buttons >You almost want to stay up just to show him >Almost >Swinging your legs forward you heave yourself off the couch with the momentum “Sorry dude, any other day of the week and I’d be down to marathon till we had to go to school.” >You cradle the back of your head as you throw him a sidelong glance “But right now dude, I’m pretty beat since I didn’t get to sleep much because of all the stuff that happened yesterday and today.” >Slouching a bit while you tuck your hands into your shorts pockets you shake your head “So I think I’m gonna pack it up and pack it in a bit early tonight.” >It takes Anon a moment to process what you said before he blinks a bit and looks up to you >”Oh, you didn’t sleep while I was out?” >You smirk as a perfect rebuttal enters your mind “And miss out on you airing all your dirty laundry while you sleep talk, as if.” >You lazily point a finger at him as he starts to panic “Also, that thing you do with the school yearbook photos is just wrong and you should get some help.” >You almost think you may have accidentally stumbled upon one of his dark secrets before his panic stricken look of fear clams down into a sly half smirk >”Oh yea, you’re just jealous it’s not your photos that I’m doing it to.” >This guy >You can’t help but smile as you make your way to the staircase “Whatever dork, goodnight.” >You can hear him chuckle before you turn to ascend the stairs >You catch him staring at you before he looks off over your shoulder >”You too.” >You roll your eyes as he turns the tv on and begin stepping up the stairs >Before you can fully climb them though you hear him almost meekly call out >”By the way Dash…” >You stop and look down from your perch a few feet above him >”Thanks for, looking after me, and letting me stay here and stuff.” >You squat down on the step and hold onto the bars of wood that old the railing up >Peering at him through them like the bars of a cage you point a finger at him “Hey, what did I say about that?” >Shaking his head he looks back to the tv and waves you off with a smile >”Fine fine, un-thank you Dash, hope you sleep like shit.” >Standing up you chuckle a bit >While not what you were going for it’s certainly better than having the guy thank you all the time >He’s only done it a few times, but it’s best to nip it in the bud >You stretch as you climb the last stair and head to your room >Better get as much sleep as you can >You get the feeling that tomorrow’s gonna be one of those days https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bztxC9EFfCk&feature=youtu.be&t=38s >Without opening your eyes your hand shoots out slapping the off button on your alarm clock >Stretching your arms out you let out a satisfied yawn >You feel pretty good! >Probably helps that you not only went to bed early, but you set your alarm to go off really late >Opening your eyes you can already see sunshine peeking in through your curtains >Looking over to your clock it reads 6:35AM >Wow, you almost got 11 hours of sleep! >You usually only do that during holiday >Sitting up you pat Tank’s shell as he sleeps next to you on the bed >Little green guy seems tuckered out >Reminds you of another green dude >Standing up you slip into your slippers and grab your phone before you make your way out into the hall >Opening your door you notice that Anon’s door is shut >Should you wake him up now, or maybe make some food first? >If waking Anon from a nap was that much of a chore, the guy might actually give you a run for your money when it comes to the most stubborn sleeper >So with that in mind, food sounds like a good thing to get out of the way first >The serene silence of the morning surrounds you as you venture to the stairs >The silence is only pierced, as you stand at the top of the stairs, by what sounds like the clattering of wood on metal >What the heck? >As you carefully climb down the stairs your nose picks up on the heavenly scent of cooking bacon >Did Mom and Dad get home from, uhh Florida, already? >Your nose seems to think so at least >Didn’t think they’d get back so quickly >Walking into the kitchen as you rub the left-over sleep from your eyes you greet them “Morning Papa!” >You hear a fake sounding gasp as you open your eyes >”Jeez I, didn’t know that you were into that sorta thing Dash…” >You stop dead in your tracks next to the kitchen table as you see Anon in an apron look back at you over his shoulder with a smirk >”Though I guess I am a big guy…” >Turning back to the stove top you swear you hear him murmur something under his breath as you grab a cup from the cupboard beside him “So besides the obvious never speak of that to anyone, when’d you get up?” >You didn’t think he’d get the drop on you for waking up early with how tired you both were >He's even in his usual full hoodie and sweatpants outfit this early >Heck, you thought he would be sleeping right now since you left his door open >Unless the dude just closes doors behind him all the time >He continues to cook some eggs and takes a sip from his mug as he answers >”A bit ago, was getting hungry so I thought I’d make breakfast.” >Oh, ok then >Filling your cup up with ice and some water you notice the almost empty pot of murky brown liquid next to him >Normally you wouldn’t bat an eye at it, but a it looks like it was filled to the brim at one point >That’s not even mentioning the fact that you can’t smell the coffee >How long ago did he brew it? >Taking a sip from your water you place it on the table “Thirsty much?” >Giving a raised eyebrow as he pushes around the scrambled eggs you lazily point to the almost empty pot “How much did you drink man?” >Blinking he nods suddenly understanding before scratching the back of his neck >”It was pretty good stuff, might of gone a bit overboard though; hope you don’t mind.” >That’s putting it lightly >Usually Mom and Dad can down a pot if you give them a few hours >Something about savoring the particular bean blend since it's strong or robust or something, but you don’t know much about that >Never liked the stuff enough to care >You shake your head as you grab two plates “Nah, my dad loves the stuff so he’s got more than enough in the pantry.” >Anon nods as he squats down and checks the oven >”Didn’t know that, just used what was next to the machine.” >You shrug as you stand behind him with plates in hand “Go nuts dude, but first…” >Looking over his shoulder he must see you eyeing the eggs in the pan as you stand there since he chuckles >”They’re just about done anyways.” >Pushing half of the eggs on each plate he nods his head towards the table >”I’ll take the bacon out of the oven if you take the toast out of the toasters, and get the butter wherever that’s hiding.” >Wait, bacon in the oven? >You almost question him on that before he starts wiggling his eyebrows and fluttering his eyelashes causing that train of thought to come to a screeching halt >He keeps doing it silently as you stare at him >Sighing you roll your eyes at his incredible prowess at wiggling his eyebrows “Deal.” >Turing around and snatching the toast from the four slot toaster you pile them on the two plates already placed on the table >Opening up the fridge you grab the butter from its hidden alcove behind the Sunny D >You stop before closing the fridge door all the way and grab the Sunny D >Might as well while you’re at it >Could always go for a glass of that in the morning >Placing the butter and orange drink on the table you go to grab another cup for your golden beverage >As you do Anon seems to be pressing the bacon between sheets of paper towel >Ok, that’s just a bit weird, but whatever it doesn’t look half bad at least >Taking a seat at the table you fill your glass as Anon slaps bacon on your plate >”Bon appitte.” >You shake your head at Anon’s really bad French accent >Seriously, your dad can do better and he only speaks Italian! “Really showing off your French huh chef big shot?” >Anon does that smile that makes you feel like he’s screaming in his head as he sits down >”Oh, if only you knew…” >What? >He notices your confused stare before waving your concern away >”Never mind, eat up; I made the eggs special this time.” >Special? >You eye the fluffy lumps of yellow with suspicion as he butters his toast >They don’t look any different from normal eggs >Well, except that they don’t seem crispy in the least, but not soggy either >Honestly if he hadn’t said anything you might even describe them as perfectly done, but now… >”I know the eggs look nice and all, but are they really that much of a feast for the eyes?” >You blink as you tear your gaze away from the cloud like eggs “What, no they aren’t that or anything.” >Doing a fake gasp he looks away before hanging his head in sadness >”Oh, I see you don’t mince words even for an aspiring chef like myself who put the time and care to feed you such a lush labor of love.” >You don’t say anything just to let him have to think about what he just said >It’s only when he cracks an eye open do you shake your head “And I’m Rarity huh?” >Coughing he holds his pointer finger up >”Damn Dash, are you a butcher by any chance, because you seem to know how to cut pretty deep.” >You chuckle a bit at that before pointing to the eggs on your plate “You should be able to tell me oh master chef, what with your perfect looking SPECIAL eggs.” >Furrowing his brow he scratches his chin >”What, are you wondering what my masterful secret to the perfect looking egg is?” >Blowing a raspberry while doing your best to not look Anon in the eyes “Heh no, I’m just wondering what makes them so SPECIAL.” >He smiles smugly as he shovels a forkful into his mouth >”So, yes you are wondering what my secret is?” >Taking some of the bacon off your plate you bit into it grumbling “Pfft, no…” >Putting his hands up in the air as if showcasing something he says theatrically >”One word, cottage cheese.” >You stifle a snicker upon realizing what he just said “That’s two idiot.” >Pursing his lips with a frown he waves his hand in front of him >”Ok one phrase whatever, you know what I mean. The secret’s cottage cheese ok?” >You look down from the flustered Anon to the cottage cheese eggs >They still look fine, but you doubt why he’d put that in eggs >”They help keep eggs from burning as long as you don’t literally set the eggs on fire and they have the added bonus of adding a bit of flavor.” >Really? >”Besides the other added benefit of packing in a butt ton more protein into the already protein filled eggs.” >You look up from the golden eggs as he bites into another forkful >”I know it sounds dumb and that I’m shilling for them or something but trust me, they’re good.” >Shrugging you stab your fork into the yellow puff >You aren’t that picky or anything >Biting into the tiny yellow pile on your fork your tongue is assaulted with the flavor of, slightly cheesy eggs >Hm, you kinda hoped it would make a world of difference, but it doesn’t appear to be the case >They’re not bad or anything, just slightly above the average egg you eat >But that’s still above average so you suppose it’ll do >Anon nods as you begin to down the eggs too >”See, they’re not the greatest eggs, but they’re a bit better than just plain old eggs.” >You’ll give him that >As you butter your own toast he jabs a thumb back to the stove >”I mostly like to use it so I don’t overcook eggs though.” >Popping the last bit on his plate left into his mouth he hums happily >”Always comes out the perfect consistency.” >Taking a drink of the smooth orange D you shrug “They’re alright I guess.” >He smirks as he munches away at his toast >”Well if you’re saying you can do better, I’d love to see what you can bring to the table.” >You smile wryly at the cheeky doof “Is that a challenge Iron chef Anon?” >Looking down his nose as he cocks his head back like a Daring Do character his smirk only expands >”If you’re as good as you think, it shouldn’t be.” >Oooohhhh >You suck in air through your teeth as you place your toast back on your plate >He’s good, but you’re better “Ok, next time I’ll show you the best eggs you’ve ever had!” >Having himself a giggle he smiles >”I’ll be looking forward to it.” >You shake your head as he seems to be satisfied with himself >He may not realize it, but you’re the number one person in all CHS when it comes to honing yourself to be as perfect as humanly possible at something >And what’s cooking if not training to make something as perfect tasting as possible? >The guy’s taste buds won’t know what hit em! >Focusing in on Anon as he takes a sip from his mug you smile to yourself as you think >Soon, he’ll be sipping his own bitter tears after he tastes your god tier eggs and practically begs you to forgive him for thinking you couldn— https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsYdLeeHiu0 >Hm? >Fishing your phone out of your pocket you see who it is >Twilight, at this hour? >With a swipe you answer it “Hello?” >You hear what sounds like someone taking a deep breath before the line goes silent for a moment >Oh boy, you don’t like this alrea— >”RainbowDashareyoualrightIcamehomewithviceprincipalLunatograbafewthignsfrommyhouseandtoletspikeknowwhathappenedandthat’swhenIdiscoveredsomethingwaswrongandIwantedtomakesureyouwerealrightbecauseIcouldneverforgivemyselfif—“ “Alright I’m a stop you there.” >Anon looks at you with curiosity as he no doubt heard the explosion of words coming from the other end >You couldn’t even think that stream of words was so quick >You’d expect that from Pinkie, but not Twilight >Something really bad must of happened “Calm down and speak slowly.” >You can hear some fumbling over the phone and heavy breathing >Maybe she needs a bit more help? “Go over what happened like going down a list.” >After another deep breath she seems to calm down enough to form words coherently >”Okay, ok.” >Anon’s mouths the words “what happened” >You shrug as Twilight manages to reel herself in >”I came home with vice principal Luna moments ago to acquire some school supplies I left behind, and tell Spike I’d be home late because of the afterschool meet up.” >You nod unconsciously “Uhhuh.” >She pauses for a moment as some papers ruffle in the background >”When I went down to my workshop to get them I immediately noticed the absence of a few important things.” >So she misplaced some techno thingie and she freaked out about it? “What exactly did you not see?” >She lets out a low pitched hum >”Well it wasn’t that I didn’t see them, more so that they seem to have been stolen.” >Oh, that’s a bit more serious “Well, what was stolen?” >Without even pausing Twilight answers >”Every other prototype exo suit I had.” >Your grip on the phone slips causing it to clatter onto the table >Did, did she just say that all her other exo suits were stolen? >Anon looks from you to the phone in abject horror before hesitantly picking it up as you stare into the void >”Hey, what’s the matter?” >You can’t hear what she says, but you can guess as his face goes pale and his jaw hangs open >”Oh, is that all?” >He hands the phone back to you with pursed lips >Accepting it you breathe deeply >”Rainbow Dash, are you and Anon alright?” >You purse your own lips as Anon stands up “Yea, we’re all good here.” >She hums quietly >”Well, would you hand the phone back to Anon, I have to inform him about Jordan…” >What happened to Jordan? >Oh no “You know what Twilight? You can tell him in person.” >In unison you hear over the phone and from Anon >”Huh?” >Setting his empty plate on near the sink he cocks and eyebrow >”We’re going over to Twilight’s house before school?” >You nod as your place your remaining bacon between your slices of buttered toast >”While appreciated, that’ not at all necessary Rainbo—” >You cut Twilight off before she can finish “We’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” >Holding his chin as he furrows his eyebrows Anon asks >”Wait, isn’t her place on the other side of town?” >Oh yea he’s right “Sorry, I meant ten.” >Before Twilight can protest you hang up >You need to see this in person >You don’t know much, but you know it’s practically impossible to sneak into Twilight’s place >You tried >Taking a bite of your makeshift sandwich you point to the garage door as you head for your room “Get your shoes on and get ready, I’ll be down in less than two minutes.” >He stands there dumbfounded as you begin to climb the stairs >”Wait, does that mean you’re going to drive to Twilight’s in less than ten minutes?" >Is he really asking that? >He must’ve never seen your car at school when you drove >Well, you certainly didn’t think that Rainbow Dash would come all the way over here >How much time do they even have? >Sliding your lab coat sleeve back you check the time >7AM on the dot >She said to expect her in ten, so you should have approximately 1 hour and 45 minutes before school starts when she gets here >Better review the security recordings more closely before those two get here >Pulling your desk chair out you set a fresh mug below your coffee maker >You push the brew button as you log into your computer >Ok, since you didn’t get a security warning nor did Spike wake up then that means someone either >A) Hacked into your house’s security system and gave themselves access >While not likely, it’s certainly not impossible >There’s always someone better than you no matter how skilled you are >Or the even more unlikely scenario B) being that the intruders already had access to your abode >But besides you and Shiny, no one else knows the code >Bringing up the list of login times and when someone was allowed entry into the house you notice an outlier right away >Between you locking up before heading out and you coming in 20 minutes ago >1:10AM yesterday >That was when you were at the warehouse party… >Your thoughts are interrupted by the spurting of coffee into your mug >That’s right, not time to think about that right now >You have to see who walked straight into your inner sanctum! >Bringing up the camera records for yesterday you select the front door camera >Typing in 1:10AM you’re greeted with a chilling still image >Two hooded figures standing in front of your door >Their clothing in particular is what catches your eye >It’s very, odd to say the least >It looks to be some sort of dark burgundy sleeveless gi with glowing gold runes of some sort adorned all over them >Besides that they seem to have some bandages wrapping around their arms like mummies >Then black harem pants tied into tabi shoes >Did some sort of ninja infiltrate your home? >An obvious fault only brings itself to your attention as you stare at the still image >You can’t make out their faces >Even though you know you should be able to clearly see their faces in the picture they’re somewhat blurred >Almost like someone rubbed oil over the lens specifically on their faces >Though perhaps that’s a bit lackluster of a comparison considering that for some reason you can’t even discern their skin or hair color either >Playing the video to see if it’s perhaps a glitch startles you >Even when in motion the distortion on their faces follows throughout >Even going frame by frame it follows! >What could that mean? >You take a sip of your freshly brewed coffee >Hmm, not as strong as you’re used to… >You stop drinking mid sip and set the mug down >Wait that’s not right >You look over to your dispenser of single use coffee shots >Counting them your eye twitches >You’re short one >Couple that with a weaker than usual coffee even though you always leave a sealed shot in the dispenser… >Someone had your coffee while they stole your prototypes >Could they have… >As quickly as you can you check the last time you logged into the computer >No >1:15AM! >Not only did they walk into your house with no trouble what-so-ever, they managed to get into your computer?! >That shouldn’t be possible! >You’re the only one who knows your current password, and you cycle through a pool of 20 different ones! >So even if anyone knew your password there’s almost no way anyone could feasibly guess the new one you were using! >Unless whoever did this had some serious ICE breaking tech >But who could’ve even known about your prototypes? >Too many questions and not enough answers >Perhaps you really should take up Vice principal Luna on her offer to use the facilities at her safe house? >The security system there seemed to be even tighter than yours even though the place looked like it hadn’t been used in years >But you should check to see if whoever came in here fiddled around with your computer in any harmful ways >You’ll have run a diagnostic to check if anything’s been changed from your last login >Maybe you could find some way to trace these two if you find something? >For now though… >Checking the security cameras you tail the intruders as they walk through your house towards your basement >They stop near the corner that Spike and Jordan were sleeping in and do, something? >The taller of the two, oddly jittery and lanky, waves his hands over the two causing a pale yellow bubble to form around them >Perhaps that's the cause as to Jordan's current state? >As the shorter more feminine looking figure walks in the taller one sits on the bubble and points to its cohort >They appear to converse for a few moments, but for some reason you can’t pick up anything >Did they cover their tracks by deleting the audio? >Wait, if they got into your computer, why would they only delete the audio? >It should be child’s play to just loop the video footage for however long they were here >Maybe they had some sort of magic that silences their speech? >Your palms are starting to sweat as you watch the taller one pantomime to the shorter seemingly uninterested one >The short one is the one who seems to put their foot down before marching towards the basement >Before you can switch to the basement cam an alert pops up >Suspicious activity outside? >The front lawn facing camera pops up as a loud *SRRRRREEEEEECHHH* explodes from the speakers >You jump little at the sudden burst of noise >Who in their right mind would cause such a ruckus so early in the morning? >Panning the camera you catch a blue blur drift into frame >Oh, OH >Hayai! >Rainbow Dash is already here?! >You quickly glance at the time in the lower right hand corner of the screen >7:07AM >NANI!? >Rainbow Dash shouldn’t be driving THAT fast! >Wait, didn’t she say she hadn’t renewed her insurance yet? >SHE SHOULDN’T BE DRIVING AT ALL! >You need to talk some sense into her >Yes this is somewhat an emergency, but you don’t think anyone is in imminent danger >You can’t say the same though for anyone in her way when she’s driving though! >You still remember the first time you foolishly asked her for a ride >You grip your side as your stomach already feels queasy thinking about it >You’d have to have an iron lined stomach in order to not regurgitate your last me— >ANON! >SHE DROVE HIM HERE! >Why didn't you stop her as soon as she said she'd be here in ten minutes!? >It didn't even register that she would be DRIVING! >He might need emergency attention! >You quickly grab your desk’s first aid kit before running towards the stairs >Rainbow Dash said she was driving casually when she brought you home, and now she thinks she has a reason to hurry! >You almost shudder to think about the g forces he must’ve been subject to >Don’t worry Anon, help is on the way! >“Ha, here in record time; guess I still got it.” >Forcing yourself to do so you manage to actually open your eyes for the first time in what feels like years >Is it finally over? >Has the nightmare ended? >Your hand clamped firmly to the “oh fuck me” bar won’t stop vibrating >Oh god, you think you’re gonna be sick >That shit in anime always looked so cool >You didn’t think you’d turn out to be Itsuki when it came to first hand to high speed drifting, but you did >Though you stopped screaming around the same time you stopped hearing onlookers do so >”Hey, you ok?” >Tearing your eyes from the, thankfully, still road you level them at the rainbow haired Takumi “Like a glove.” >Oh god, that wasn’t right >Did your brain get rattled into stupid? >Furrowing her brow she nods slowly >”Yeaaaaa, riiiiiiight.” >She shouldn’t patronize you >Not after the crime against humanity she just committed >You swear human beans were never meant to go that fast on land >Not to mention that you might be as disabled as Flash is now “I’m gonna get out of the death trap now.” >Shaking her head you hear the speed demon from hell mutter to herself >”Why does everyone always act like that after I drive?” >Why? >WHY!? >You almost slam the door in righteous fury, but think better of it at the last minute >God forbid as a punishment she forces you into the passenger’s seat again >You really don’t want to tempt fate into making you end up as Canterlot's very own Pual Walker >As you step out of the deathmobile into the warm light of the gloriously still morning you spot the ever endearing little weeb in her lab-coat rushing out towards the two of you >”Thank goodness you’re alright Anon!” >Alright? >That’s not a word you’d use to describe yourself right now, but hey to each their own >Striding into the street in a frenzy Twilight yells at Dash >”Why would you DRIVE here Rainbow Dash, don’t you remember what almost happened last time!?” >What almost happened last time? >What the hell does that mean!? >Shutting the door behind her the terrible monster of the road herself shrugs >”You said you needed to tell Anon about Jordan, and besides, I wanted to see the damage myself.” >Stopping next to you with what looks like a first aid kit in her hands Twilight cocks her head to the side as she stares at Dash >”What damage?” >Holding her hands up in confusion Dash looks at Twilight like she’s crazy >”What, are you telling me that someone was able to get inside your house without needing to blow a hole in your wall or something?” >Placing both her hand behind her and rocking on the balls of her feet Twilight avoids looking Dash in the eyes >”While that may have been a bit more, exciting, they sorta just en...” >She trails off as she tries her best to inspect the asphalt your standing on for any imperfections >Dash looks to you as if to ask if you heard her >Shrugging you look at the now somewhat downtrodden looking Twilight “Could you say that again?” >Standing still she groans a bit before looking up to you >”They may have been able to walk in the front door with no problem…” >What, WHAT?! >You aren’t the only one caught off guard as Dash also voices her thoughts >”What?” >That’s what you said! >Looking away from both your and Dash’s stares of disbelief Twilight sighs >”I don’t know how, but the two people who stole my prototype exo suits managed to either hack into my home security or figure out my door code.” >Holy shit >You don’t know the first thing about hacking, but you do know one thing for sure >Twilight is a literal genius >You’re going to go out on a limb here and say that she probably made the damn security system in place on her house >So knowing both these, that means whoever broke into her house manage to outwit HER security system >You blink as you process that unbelievable tidbit of info >You want to go back bed now >Maybe if you sleep right now you’ll wake up back on the couch not having nightmares >Well, discounting this one and earlier >Twilight scrunches her face up into a major frown as she grips her arm >”Though the fiends didn’t stop there, they somehow managed to get into my computer as well.” >God damn >They really bent her over a fucking barrel and just had a field day huh? “Did they fuck with your computer?” >Shrugging she looks towards her house >”I don’t know, I’m going to have to run a full system wide scan to check for sure, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to find anything honestly.” >She shakes her head with a deep sigh >”There’s no telling what they did with unbridled access to my, well everything.” >You don't really want to think about just how much she must have on her computer "Well, you've got copies of the important stuff as a backup elsewhere right?" >Shaking her head she scrunches her face up slightly >"Kind of, I only have one physical backup from the start of the week as backing it up on a cloud would be asking for trouble.” >More so than just on a physical drive? >Wait a sec “Does whoever gives you stipends not even have copies of your current work?” >You can see something in Twilight’s face as her eye twitches at your words >As if a sudden flash of insight struck her >”They might have needed to log on just so they could figure out how to transport and complete the suits safely…” >Looking down with her eyes darting back and forth as if examining an imaginary list she mutters to herself >”Having my door code, being able to hack into my computer, and ignoring everything else besides the prototypes and Jordan…” >Looking over from across the car Dash scratches her head >”Are you on to something there Twi?” >Dash’s words seem to snap Twilight out of her trance like state as she blinks >”Perhaps, but nothing conclusive so I won’t jump the gun for now. Suffice to say I now have a theory.” >That’s certainly not cryptic at all or anything >Clapping her hands together suddenly Twilight nods >”Alright, that can come later, first since you two are here; we’ve got to watch the video recordings of the culprits as they committed the act!” >You guess that’s a good of a place as any to start >Dash nods as she turns to the house >”Always good to get someone else to examine something, the more eyes the better after all.” >It’s becoming less and less surprising when Dash says something somewhat smart, and you don’t know how to feel about that >Walking away from the death car behind the other two you realize you completely forgot the main reason you needed to come here “Oh, by the way Twilight, what’s up with Jordan?” >Flinching Twilight stiffens up as she stops at the gate before turning to you >”About that…” >”And that’s all the footage that I was able to capture of the perpetrators during the morning.” >You sit there staring at the still image on screen >Ninjas >Twilight had a home invasion from fucking ninjas! >”So they’re the reason why none of the alarms went off?” >Ninja’s who know magic too! >Isn’t there a rule or something against this? >”I believe that to be the case; I asked vice Principal Luna about what to do and she said we could discuss it after school.” >Oh wait, maybe it’s not magic but ninjitsu? >You sigh as you lean back in your office chair >”Hm, I guess that’s all we can do for now, we’ll just have to keep an eye out on the shadows.” >You were never a fan of ninjas >Too shifty… >”Spike will keep an eye on Jordan while we’re at school, poor guy feels responsible about what’s happened.” >Still, you can’t help but wonder why the hell magical ninjas would steal or even know about Twilight’s exo-suits >”Hopefully he doesn’t blame himself too much; After all, who'd expect Canterlot had any magic ninjas in it!?” >Not to mention how she has some sort of theory on who did this >”Not that I know of, do you know anyone who could be Anon?” >Has Twilight actually not been a weeb this whole time and actually may have ties to some secret underground ninja society? >”Hang on, I think he’s day dreaming again.” >She did say she got stipends from someon— >Your thoughts are violently interrupted as you’re shaken by the shoulder >”Hey, earth to Anon, are you paying attention?” >Huh? >Blinking you realize the other two are staring at you “Yes.” >Why would you say that mouth? >Raising an eyebrow Dash’s eyes dart between you and Twilight >”Yes you are, or yes you do?” >Uhh “Both.” >Dash’s face goes flat before she gives you what you think might be a look of slight disdain >”So you know someone in town who could be a ninja?” >Oh shit, do you? >Maybe you can pull an answer out of your ass instead of looking like an idiot >As she rolls her eyes you try your best to think as you scan the room for something to spur an idea >Need to think about anyone who strikes you as a ninja who would know their ninja magi— >WAIT A SECOND! >It may not have been the same outfits but you DO know some people who may or may not be ninjas of some sort! >You clap your hands together forcefully as you smile startling both the girls “I actually do!” >They both look at each other before Twilight gives you a curious glance >”Dare ga, Anon-kun?” >Nodding you point to the Super Sentai poster behind her on the wall “The guys I met at the shipping yard on Sunday morning!” >She cocks her head before widening her eyes and nodding >”Hmm, the CPPP group I believe you called them?” >Well Chrissy called them that, but semantics >Stroking her chin she furrows her brow >”You said that they all wore skin tight uniforms and used some sort of magic correct?” >Well you said they wore sentai suits so, yea skin tight >Not to mention the laser they fired at Chrissy when she was hurdling straight into you >Nodding you point to the monitor still displaying the ninja guy sitting on the pale yellow ball of magic “They don’t look exactly the same, but how many costumed magic users could there be in one city?” >You realize how stupid what you just said was after the words leave your mouth >Dash has the smuggest look plastered to her face >”More than you think, but less than you hope; after all, it’s not like we just met one last night.” >Twilight sighs >”Not to mention that we also encountered a group of costumed magic users last night.” >Seriously? >How many people get magic and just go, “I guess it’s time to be a superhero”? >Not that you wouldn’t too if things were a bit less impending doom looming overhead with Nihilem, the SINs, and now the nightmare trifecta of Shadowfright Sombra and Chrissy >At least you assume all of them are working together, but well you know what they say about playing the assumption game >Dash does a double take while you think >”Wait, did they cause that giant orb thing last night?” >Giant orb thing? >What the hell is she talking about? >Twilight shakes her head in a somber manner >”No, that was due to the use of my insurance policy.” >Oh, she just used the little black box >Wait, she EMP’d the shipping yard? >SHE EMP’D THE SHIPPING YARD!?! “Just what the hell happened over there!?” >Shrugging she groans >”Quite a bit, I’d love to regale you with the monogatari, but we all agreed to swap them all at once after school. We didn’t want to leave anyone out of the loop.” >At least more than they already are? >You guess that’s not a terrible idea >Besides, you’d hate to have to repeat yourself ten times for everyone >Not to mention that you don’t know what happened for a good 2/3rds of the time >Though you’re not too happy about the 1/3 you do know >A yawn escapes from within you betraying how tired you are as your mind wanders >Dash glances in your direction before looking back to Twilight >”Well, can you at least tell us about what happened to Jordan now?” >Nodding Twilight pulls open a drawer in the desk revealing a bunch of old manila folders >”Using the sources available to me I can only speculate about what happened.” >Pulling out one of the folders Twilight places it on the desk flopping it open >”Spike was able to regain consciousness sometime around 3 o’clock in the afternoon yesterday.” >She leans against the desk as you look at the dossier laid out before you >It looks like the one from the slideshow two days ago >Just getting a solid look at it gives you the impression of a black ops portfolio >There’s enough redacted lines on that thing to make any conspiracy theorist start pulling their hair >”Having gone to sleep the previous night before we left for our respective missions totals his sleep time to about 18 hours or so.” >Some nap, not that you’re one to talk… >Dash places a hand on her hip as she stands looking over the dossier with you >”Doesn’t Spike have a problem sleeping for very long?” >You look up from the aged document to Twilight >”He does, since he was a pup he usually can only sleep for at most 6 hours at a time.” >Well that doesn’t bode well if he slept for 3 times the amount he normally does “Well, at least we know it’s probably a sleep spell of some kind.” >Her face scrunches up slightly as she looks over the open folder >”Therein lies the problem however.” >What? >Tapping the dossier she adjusts her glasses >”I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, but Jordan’s physiology is vastly different to Spike’s.” >Obviously, ones a dog and another is a magical bug thing from horselandia >Shuffling through the dossier pages she grabs a sheet from the back >”It wasn’t confirmed, but it was theorized that changelings can not only feed off of emotion, but the raw mana from spells as well.” >Feed off the raw mana? >”At least that was before I received the new information from a changeling who confirmed the hypothesis with an added note stating that it was more of a countermeasure for curses.” >Placing the sheet that she took from the back on top of the dossier Twilight continues >”So operating on that new information, Jordan should be able to break down and digest the magic with no ill effects.” >Her gaze drifts towards the stairs >”However, that’s not what happened.” >You furrow your brow as she seemingly dances around the issue instead of just flat out saying what happened >You gently place your hands on her shoulders causing her to stiffen a bit “Twilight, please just tell me what happened.” >You may not be the little buggo’s dad or anything, but you’d be lying if you said it hadn’t grown on you >Even if you tried not to grow attached, since you’re the one who took it from Chrissy you feel a tad bit responsible >Doesn’t help that when it’s not shape-shifted into a hot girl that the little guy’s adorable >Twilight gazes into your eyes for a moment before averting hers >”I don’t know how to explain what happened Anon, but whatever it is I don’t know how to fix it.” >That’s not helping! >Dash pipes up from behind you >”Alright, then just bring us to Jordan.” >Yea, that’s a good idea! >Why didn’t you just ask that? >Twilight nods quietly before walking towards the stairs motioning to follow behind her >The way that she looks like she walking to be hanged isn’t doing wonders for your optimism on the situation >You look to Dash hoping she may offer up a bit of hope in this doom in gloom >She however, seems just as worried as you before she starts to follow Twilight up the stairs >You’re getting a really bad vibe from all this, and it is certainly not helping your morning out at all >You heave a tired sigh as you start walking towards the stairs >You really should’ve slept more >Managing to catch up with the other two on the second floor you stop behind them as Twilight stops at a closed door >Turning around she frowns >”You won’t be shocked by what you see right away, but with a few tiny details I will explain in a moment you may very well faint.” >What? >Dash and you share a look as Twilight opens the door >Creaking like a door straight out of the Spencer estate it reveals darkness >Twilight lets go of the handle before waving a hand into the darkness >”I was informed that changelings like darker areas so I took the liberty of putting up black out curtains on the windows.” >Is she sure it wasn’t to just freak you out? >Because if so, bravo consider you freaked out a bit >It’s not dark enough that you can’t see, but it’s dark enough to at least obscure everything inside >Wait >On the middle of the floor looks like someone is huddled over >You wait for a moment for something to happen only to stand there in silence >Twilight looks at both you and Dash who’s still standing next to you >”Are you going to check on Jordan now or…” >You were waiting for Twilight to elaborate on that tiny detail thing before you went in >You gulp audibly as Dash nods for you to go in “Can I turn a light on first?” >As your voice travels into the darkness the figure on the floor looks up to you as some rather mood appropriate lighting illuminates their face >It’s Sunse-Jordan! >While at first looking a bit, sad(?) its face lightens up upon making eye contact with you both literally and metaphorically >Twilight moves to the side smiling sheepishly after fiddling with a switch >”I installed gentle lighting for this room as it was supposed to be a calming space for meditation.” >Really Twi? >Standing up slowly Jordan’s eye seem to stare into your soul >Discounting the weird mood lighting courtesy of Twilight you feel like something’s off about Jordan >You can’t quite place it >You feel an elbow nudge your side >You turn to Dash who’s cautiously staring at Jordan >”I think Jordan wants to say hello.” >What? >Turning back Jordan stands in the dim illumination with its arms out as if waiting for an embrace >Well, you’re not one to tell the little cuddle bug no… >You feel oddly on edge as you walk towards the little guy >Had Twilight not said that something was wrong you don’t know if you’d had picked up on anything, but now >Now you can’t help feel like something tiny, minuscule even, is wrong >As you pass the threshold Jordan begins to slowly pace towards you >Your heart begins to beat harder as you walk towards what you’re pretty sure is just going to be the normal hug >Yet still your mind races >What’s wrong here!? >What’s the thing that Twilight noticed?! >It can’t be that bad if she’s just letting you go in and hug it but still >You’re just a bit worr— >Your thoughts halt as you feel arms squeezing your torso tightly >You almost flex in response, but are able to fight back the reflex before you do >You weren’t paying attention again! >You really need to fix that >A soft hum vibrates through your chest as Jordan snuggles your neck >You stare at the top of Sun-Jordan’s head for a while with the only sounds audible being its content purr >Walking into the room Dash is the first to break the silence >”I don’t see what’s wrong here Twilight.” >You don’t either >Jordan seems as affectionate as ever >Though you will say you appreciate Twilight putting clothes on for the bug this time >Twilight stands to the side observing the rest of you curiously >”Do you two not see it?” >See it? “See what exactly?” >Dash squats down looking at Jordan’s legs >”That Sunset really needs to build some muscles on her legs?” >Whoa, hold on a sec “Hey now, I think her legs are great!” >Dash grins smugly at you from the floor as you realize what words just left your lips, again >”I’m going to chalk that up to you being tired and give you your freebie for the day.” >A wistful smile spreads on your lips as you gladly take the free pass Dash metaphorically hands you >You really need to get more coffee or something >Twilight stands next to Dash who's staring at Jordan’s back >”Do both of you really not see anything?” >You shrug as best you can in Jordan’s almost vice-like grip “I’m really not noticing anything.” >Dash shakes her head in agreement >Twilight points at your chin >”Don’t you think it’s odd that suddenly you have to turn your head to the side when Jordan hugs you?” >What, wait >Oh yea, you’re way taller than Sunset aren’t you? >Twilight points at your chest >”Don’t you feel that Jordan’s bust is 1, maybe 2 cups sizes bigger than Sunsets?” >Uh, huh? “How the hell would I know that?” >Dash only grins at you as Twilight holds her chin in her hand >”What I’m saying is that Jordan is bigger than Sunset.” >Huh, you guess you can tell from the height “But what’s so odd about that, maybe Jordan messed up in changing because of the spell put on it or something.” >Twilight shakes her head >”I’d agree with you if not for this.” >Pulling the shirt down and exposing Jordan’s shoulder reveals an odd sun tattoo you swear you’ve seen before >”Our Sunset isn’t this big, nor does she have a tattoo.” >Wait but… >Twilight makes eye contact with you as Dash stares wide eyed >”Which can mean only one thing, this isn’t our Sunset.” “That, that doesn’t make any sense!” >Your eyes dart between Jordan and Twilight, who is now pacing back and forth, as you try to mentally grasp how that could happen “How could that even happen?” >Twilight frowns as she stares at the floor before looking back towards you >”I don’t recall if Sunset or I told you, but do you know how Changelings actually change?” >Furrowing your brow in confusion further you look to a now equally confused Dash who speaks for you >”I don’t think you guys have.” >Standing still now, Twilight scratches her chin >”Changelings seem to possess minor telepathic abilities that allow them to skim the surface of other beings minds. Through that skimming, they mimic the visage and personality of those in the memories that are the most emotionally intense.” >Her eyes drift to Jordan who’s stopped humming and chirping opting to instead breathe silently on your chest >”Though for obvious reasons, changelings tend to disguise themselves as those their target has affection for rather than ones their target has a deep animosity towards.” >You can guess why that is, nobody wants someone they hate around them >So it’s probably easier to feed off them positive vibes they’ll get for being someone a person likes >Scratching her head Dash points to Twilight >”Wait, weren’t you the one that said Jordan couldn't do that well because it was a kid; how’d it turn into almost an exact copy of…” >She drifts off at the end of her statement as she stares at Jordan >Twilight shrugs sadly >”Well it’s conjecture on my part as we haven’t been able to confirm yet, but I believe that the process in which changelings disguise themselves is completely instinctual.” >Well that would explain why Jordan turned into Sunset the first time >You won’t deny that you have some strong memories with her now >Well, at least ones that would be fresh in your mind >Twilight grinds her teeth together as she seems to be in deep thought >It’s silent for several seconds before she blinks >”There is the possibility that whatever spell the unknown intruder cast is to blame as well considering that Spike said Jordan has been stuck in this form ever since he woke up…” >So the ninja might have made Jordan look like this? >Wait, you just realized something about this “So wait, regardless of if it was the spell or if Jordan took it automatically don’t they both mean the same thing?” >Twilight and Dash both nod as if they know what you’re about to say “So no matter what, at least the spell casting ninja knows what we assume this earth’s sunset looks like?” >Well that certainly complicates things >You pat Jordan’s head as you all stand there silently >Twilight speaks up with uncertainty clearly visible on her face >”So, if that is indeed what happened, what do we do about it?” >Now that’s the million dollar question >If only there was a friend to phone that you think could actually answer that >Shaking her head Dash crosses her arms >”Nothing for now, not like we can do anything about it.” >Guess she’s not wrong >Whoever the ninja were, they got what they wanted already >Twilight sighs heavily as she bites her lip >”I suppose the best thing to do now would be to take up vice Principal Luna’s offer.” >Luna’s offer? >Biting the tip of her thumb she begins to mutter to herself >”Should I move into there as well until we find out the truth? I wonder if Spike would be alright with staying in a new place for the foreseeable future…” >As she begins to ramble to herself you’re reminded of Spike >Mostly just the question of where the little dude is >You give Dash a plead for help with your eyes and point to Jordan >With a slight smirk she pats Jordan on the back and manages to transfer the hug bug from you to her >Walking over to Twilight as she paces back and forth you try to get her attention by waving your hand in front of her “Hey Twilight, where is Spike anyways?” >Stopping she blinks before looking around >”I, I don’t know, he was downstairs before.” >Walking to the doorway she cups her hand in front of her mouth before shouting into the rest of the house >”SPIKE, Spike come here boy!” >As her voice carries through the house before a scurrying of paws can be heard from down the hall >The scraping of paws on the hard wood floor gets louder as the dog in question skids to a stop in front of the door >”Heya Twi, you need me?!” >Squatting down she pets his head with a smile >”I was just wondering where my little Spikey-boo was!” >Spikey-boo? >You smile just a little bit at the nickname >She scratches him behind the ears as he wags his tail happily >”Oh I, I was just checking the perimeter is all!” >Really? >What’s he going to do if someone tries to break in, bite their shins? >Ok maybe that’s a bit mean; he is literally a dog after all >Standing up with the little pup in her arms Twilight’s smile only widens >”Well thank you very much my brave guard dog, but we’ve got to get going now so can you keep an eye on Jordan for us?” >The excitable pupper quickly salutes like a solider >”Can do ma'am!” >She gives a little salute back before he jumps out of her arms to the floor >Waddling over to Jordan, who’s still hugging a now slightly uncomfortable and shorter Dash, he nudges the now big buggo in the shin with his head >Noticing the purple dog rubbing his face on its shin Jordan stops hugging Dash just long enough for her to step away >Spike is quickly picked up and hugged into a tight embrace by Jordan >Dash raises a closed fist up as she smiles at the little purple trooper >”Thanks dude, it was starting to get a bit too much for me.” >Somehow smiling Spike gives her a claws up(?) >”No problamo!” >You shake your head as the two wave goodbye >As Dash passes you she gives you a finger gun >”I’ll go start the car, hurry up and get down when we’re all good.” >Oh boy you just found a reason to not go to school today! >As you try to say not to bother before she can leave you can already hear her practically stomping down the stairs >Ehhhhh >You really don’t want to do this again >Turning back around it appears Twilight is saying something to Spike >”And you’re sure you remember how to contact me if anything happens?” >Spike nods with a smirk >”It was just a onetime fluke, next time we’ll be ready!” >He looks to Jordan who’s rubbing their face against his purple fur >”Ain’t that right!?” >Jordan nods while letting out a chirp >God, you’re never going to get used to seeing sunset chirping >Especially now that Jordan fully looks like a more uh buxom, for lack of a better word, Sunset >Eyes and all >Nodding Twilight turns to you >”Well, shall we make our way to school?” >You shrug trying to make your unwillingness as plain as possible “I mean, we can wait a bit! I’d rather just take our time honestly…” >Smiling as she walks past you she says over her shoulder >”Don’t worry Anon no tomdachi, I have just the solution to Rainbow Dash’s reckless driving.” >She does? “Is it some sort of invention that forcibly makes crazy road killers drive like sane people?!” >Stopping at the doorway she holds a pointer finger up >”You’ll see, ikuzo!” MEANWHILE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlZ4fba4rzs >Walking into your conjoined waiting area you make your way to your office >You stop just past your office door’s threshold and close it behind you >Walking through the dim beams of sunlight peeking in through your blinds you pull out your desk chair >With a sigh you seat yourself in your swivel chair and put your purse on the desk >Coming into school after the weekend you had like nothing happened makes you think about old times when you used to do this every weekend >You find yourself getting a bit nostalgic just thinking about it >You stifle those thoughts as you open your desk looking for something to focus on >You’re disappointed when you remember you had moved most of your personal effects to the base >Nothing here now except school related paperwork, and since you’re the vice principal that means there isn’t even that much >Well, you suppose you're acting principal now that your sister will be on leave for a few days >You’ll have to inform the faculty about that >As the silence of your solitude kicks in you find your eyes and mind wandering >Your eyes drift over the practically barren state that your office is in >Slight dark discoloration on the walls save for where a few picture frames where a few days ago >Memories stir from the outline of the missing picture frames >Most of them about days that will never return, lost to the constant trudge of time >Many of them about friends that you’ll never see again, lost to things much more malicious than Father Time >It occurs to you that even though Will visited for only a few hours on Friday before the cafeteria incident ensued that was the most time you’ve spent with him in, years? >By god, it really has been years >How long have you been here? >You blink as you stare into your pale blue desk >Why, it seems like just yesterday you were staring at this desk from the other side while being scolded for loitering around on school property after hours without being in a club >That was, 21 years ago now… >Time certainly flies when you, when you… >What have you been doing all this time? >Being a mother to students was always your sister’s goal, but for you? >It was to help pay for your real job, the job you don’t have anymore >So what have you been doing? >If you were to answer that question years ago you could’ve without hesitation, maybe even with pride, but now… >Now you don’t know >You just don’t know anymore >Dust particles float in the sunbeams that stripe your dim office >All the magical activity of the past few months, everything that’s happened to that group of girls it’s been building up a reservoir of old memories >It’s just unfortunate that the dam that is what you thought were feelings of moving on, is so weak >It looks like staring at your empty office after all of this is all it took for the cracks riddled within your sham of a dam to finally burst and let it all rush out like a flood >Why though? >You’re moderately successful >You may not have a purpose really to pursue anymore, a boyfriend, or friends for that matter… >Blinking you suddenly recognize that >It wasn’t that you haven’t just caught up with Will for the first time in years; you haven’t been talking to anyone >You haven’t since… >Placing your hands in your lap you tighten them into loose fists >6 years >It’s been 6 years now >You bring a hand to cradle your mouth as your eyes begin to water >Why haven’t you been able to get over it? >Time is supposed to heal all wounds >Do you just need more? >As you sit there staring at the sun’s gentle rays bathe your balled hand in light you experience an epiphany about your dilemma >You were the one telling Anon to leave behind the past and make some friends >If you recall correctly you told him to open his heart to others to help alleviate sister’s troubles, and yet here you are >Here you are, making trouble for yourself out of sadness that should’ve been abandoned long ago >Stewing in it by yourself >It’s at this point you can’t stop yourself from chuckling wryly through your hand as you lean on the desk >You close your eyes as you smile >Isn’t it just ironic? >Sitting there alone, the only sound you hear is your own sniffling threatening to grow into full on crying at any moment >You, you need to do something >Preferably something productive >Blinking away the moisture that’s building up in your eyes you look to your purse >What time is it? >Slowly, almost painstakingly so, you reach into your purse and secure your phone >It’s 7:30am >That means that for sister it should be around 3:30am now >That means they should have arrived there within the last hour or so >Which means now would be a perfect opportunity to check in >Dabbing your eyes and wiping your nose with a Kleenex you try to get a hold of yourself first >Your sister already has enough trouble, the last thing she needs to do is worry about her baby sister >Taking a deep breath you put on a smile >Even if no one can see you right now, if you keep a smile on your face the smile in your heart is sure to follow! >You can feel your smile quiver a bit as you think that >Remembering that right now, doesn’t help considering who told you it >Dialing the number to your sister you force yourself to suck it up as you bring the phone to your ear >As the ringing tone echoes in the still room you pull out your tiny black box from your purse >Maybe when you’re done talking, you could look at it once more for the first time sin— >With a *click* your sister answers drowsily >”Hey Lulu…” >You cough into your hand as you drop the box onto the desk in a panic “Ah yes, greetings dear sister; I take it your flight went well?” >She groans on the other end of the line for a moment before actually saying something >”I couldn’t get any slllleeeeeep…” >The predictable response of your elder sister brings a small smile to your face as you imagine her pouting face “You really should’ve brought some sleeping pills with you on the plane.” >Your response gets you another groan >”That wouldn’t have helped; you know I don’t get well rested when I’m put under!” >That’s only because of what a chore it is to get her to take them in the first place! “Well, did Will at least enjoy the flight?” >She inhales loudly after you mention Will >”This guy fell asleep after pounding around 10 of those little bottles of vodka he smuggled onto the plane!” >You can hear what sounds like her hitting Will and an “It’s legal!” from him >It elicits an actual chuckle from the mental image of those two together >They haven’t changed a bit… >”But besides that, I guess everything’s fine.” >Good, at least the flight over was safe “How’s the weather over there?” >Laughing dryly she answers >”Honestly, not nearly as bad as when we came here last time; in fact, it’s not even below freezing!” >It’s not? >That’s a surprise “Good, perhaps Will won’t have to plug his ears this time.” >Your sister was never one for cold of any kind >You shake your head as you remember how much she pleaded to stay inside with the crackling comfort of a roaring fire >”Hey, that was 12 years ago; I’m much better in the cold now!” >Really? “Aren’t you the one who wears gloves and mittens the second a snowflake so much as blows by town sister?” >A roaring laughter can be heard over the line as you practically hear your sister’s pouting >”Don’t make fun of your big sister when she’s not around!” >Your smile gets a little bigger as you listen to her berate Will on the other side >However, even if you like taking it easy, you did call for a reason >Interrupting your sister’s tirade you speak up “So tell me, how long do you think you’ll be?” >She stops yelling after you speak and is quiet for a few moments before you hear Will on the line >”Hi Luna, it’s me.” >He always has to introduce himself over the line “Hello Will, I assume you have an answer?” >Clearing his throat he starts to speak >”Yes well, considering we’re two people short, one of us is injured, and it’s been 12 years since we were last there I would saaayyyy…” >You can hear him scratching his stubbly chin over the phone >”It’ll take us less than a day to get to the Empire from Anchorage, but we’ll have to break for a while there. Then it’ll probably take a day of feeling out in the snowdrifts till we find the entrance again, and that covers the easy stuff. Once we’re in it’ll probably take 2 days or so for us to find a safe enough and resource abundant enough spot to set up camp. Then I’d say we need to stay for a good 70, no 80 days just to be sure we get back to snuff.” >So that’s 2 days to get there, then 82 days minimum once they’re there >If that’s the case, it’ll be a close one, unless… “Do you think you’ll be able to get back in 2 days after you get out?” >That could be all the difference between Will and your sister coming back just a second too late >”Hmmm, I know it’s cutting it close, but if we hurry and we’re lucky we might be able to make the return trip in a day.” >That would be the best news you’d have in a while >So assuming you remember correctly… ”So I should expect your arrival sometime this Saturday evening or Sunday morning?” >Taking a moment himself to work it out Will grunts >”Yea, just about if our memory serves us right.” >You sigh a breath of relief at his confirmation >At least that’s one less thing to worry about >”I’m going to go get our bus tickets; I’ll talk to you again in 84 days or so!” >Leaning back in your chair you nod even though he can’t see you as you look at the ceiling “Take care of the both of you Will.” >He doesn’t hesitate for a moment before he answers with a chuckle >”But of course, that’s my job after all.” >A bit of shuffling on the line later and your sister answers >”So by the time I get back you better have a cake ready for my triumphant return to form!” >You close your eyes at your sister’s missed words of confidence >Perhaps missed isn’t the right word though… “Of course I will, do you want marble or yellow?” >Your sister let’s out a hum as no doubt images of the past welcome back cakes you’ve had together dance in her head >”Surprise me!” >One of each it is “Alright…” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnTplu65-0Q >You hear Will shouting in the background as your sister prepares to say something >”Oh, guess we’re on the move already, I’ll see you soon Lulu.” >Yes, she will >You open your mouth as a thought cracks through the surface of your mind “Sister…” >You can hear her footsteps stop as the background noise dulls no doubt to her cupping her hand near her mouth >”What’s up?” >Thoughts of regret bubble to the surface >You know they’ll be fine, but… >But you knew someone else would be fine too once, and now you’re here >It’s getting increasingly hard to keep your composure as the tiny black box on your desk stares at you >Swallowing you try to keep your voice as level as you can “P-please, please come back safe and sound.” >The walls begin to blur as you hear an exhaling of air on the other end >”Of course I will, and Will will too, promise!” >You don’t know why, but when you hear her voice >When you hear that spark of unwavering determination that you always lacked >You somehow believe her >You smile toothily as tears start to stream down your face like a child while trying to talk in-between sniffles “I’ll hold y-you to that, *sniff* my dear sister.” >You haven’t cried for a long time >”Have I ever once not fulfilled a promise to my sweet baby sister?” >You wipe away the tears on your face before answering “No.” >No, no she hasn’t >Not once >”So there’s your answer, don’t know why you were worried in the first place.” >You don’t either >Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh >Have you finally stopped? >You can't feel the engine's vibrations pounding away at you anymore >Fuuuckkk.... >Your stomach feels like a bowl of nausea and unhappiness >With your jittering hands you undo the clasp at your jaw >Managing only after fumbling around with it for what feels like forever you slip your helmet off >Dash and Twilight both stare at you with two separate looks plain on their faces >Dash being slightly concerned while Twilight is excitedly holding onto her notebook with a pen at the ready >”So tell me Anon-kun, how was the MSE™!? Did your symptoms completely disappear, do you think it’s comfortable, oh do you think it’d work on a sea faring ship?” >As you sit there somewhat sprawled on the seat you feel a sudden queasiness >”Did, did he just get greener, or is it my imagination?” >You open your mouth to answer the now moderately concerned Dash only to feel the burn of acidic bile in your throat >Your hand snaps over your mouth as you do your best to fling the door open in time >Seems lady luck smiles upon you today as you manage to get a whole two steps out of the car before you start hurling into the nearby bushes >You can hear the two still in the car both let out a groan of disgust >”I think your helmet didn’t work Twilight…” >As you regain control of your stomach and stop hurling into the nice shrubbery you plop down onto the asphalt behind you >As you wipe the corner of your mouth with your hoodie sleeve the other two step beside you >Dash pats you on the shoulder as Twilight grimaces in the now soiled bush’s direction >”You feeling ok there dude?” >You try to force a smile in her direction before you reply, but fail to do so instead grimacing yourself “Yea, I do this every Wednesday…” >Dash looks from you to Twilight before squatting down to eye level with you >”But it’s Tuesday Anon.” >Oh, right… >Really would’ve helped if you got more sleep >Better say something to cover that isn’t just that you meant to say that “Well, guess I’m ahead of schedule now!” >Smooth >Twilight purses her lips as she focuses on the asphalt >”I was so sure that the MSE™ would work, I don’t know what went wrong…” >She thought something akin to a sensory deprivation chamber in a helmet would eliminate motion sickness? >You’re not seeing it >Standing up shakily thanks to Dash giving you a helping hand you ask Twilight “How was that thing supposed to help anyways?” >Flipping open her notebook she skims through a page with her eyes >”Well my cursory research lead to me finding out that motion sickness is a result of the vestibular and your vision sending the brain two separate signals on whether you’re moving or not.” >You cock an eyebrow as you feel a bit stupid for not knowing her terminology “Vestibular?” >Pointing to her ear she explains >”Think of it as the Inner part of your ear that connects to the brain, basically I hypothesized that by eliminating both the visual and audio stimuli I would effectively eliminate motion sickness.” >Huh, guess that makes sense >Though you can think of a few things that probably weren't accounted for the MSE >Such as just how much you filled up on coffee >Probably shouldn’t have had an entire pot, but desperate times call for desperate measures >Thinking about it really makes you have to take a piss >Wait, her idea was to blindfold and deafen someone during a drive with someone like Dash? “Twilight, have you ever spun around in an office chair really fast?” >Scrunching her face she nods “Ever do it on a full stomach and close your eyes?” >She opens her mouth like she wants to say something before shutting it and biting onto her finger >”I see your point.” >You sigh as Dash shakes her head with a smile >”Maybe you two just need to toughen your stomach up.” >Oi, wot did she just say? >Leveling a mild glare at the reason you vomited you snort “Or maybe you could just drive like a normal human being.” >Waving your comment off she starts walking off away from the scene of your vomiting >”Come on, let’s get inside already; I don’t want to be around when they clean up your toxic sludge, not to mention that I want to ask AJ something.” >You purse your lips as Twilight lightly pats you on the shoulder as she passes by you >”It’s alright; I’ll start a new MSE™ design sometime after we solve our current predicament.” >You’d find joy in that, but you think you’ll just avoid getting into a vehicle with Dash at the wheel >Shaking your head you catch up with the other two walking towards the entrance >Walking behind the two you file into the building >It’s only as you are do you notice something >You’re like the only ones here >Snatching your phone from your pouch pocket you check the time >7:45AM >Well no wonder this place is a ghost town, there’s almost a whole hour before school starts! >As you wander towards the cafeteria you smell the lingering scent of pancakes and coffee >The former is fine, but the second smell just makes your bladder finally awaken >Hastening your step a bit you rush past the other two and towards the bathroom >Waving to them you shout behind you “Hey, I’m gonna visit the restroom!” >Besides feeling like you now may burst at any second you do kinda want to wash out the acidic taste in your mouth >As you turn to round the corner to the bathrooms you see Dash wave with one hand in her pocket >”Alright, hurry up though; we’ll be in the lunchroom!” >You give her a thumbs up as you round the corner >Turning away from where Anon just ducked out you enter the cafeteria >Looks like the breakfast rush hasn’t swept through here yet >Trailing behind you Twilight calls out to you >”Rainbow Dash I was wondering, what it is you wanted to ask Applejack?” >You stop as you the scan the practically empty cafeteria for AJ’s signature hat “Just wanted her to confirm something for me…” >Catching up and now standing beside you, Twilight pushes her glasses up with an inquisitive gleam in her eye >”What would that be?” >You’ve got a hunch that something’s up with Anon >Well, more than normal that is “Just something that’s bugging me about Anon is all.” >You think you spot AJ’s hat in the back near the kitchen as Twilight’s face scrunches up with concern >”Is something wrong with him?” >You scratch your head as you try to put the right words together >Anon’s already a bit weird as it is, but a few things from this morning stick out to you >You’re just having a hard time pulling them out of your mind on the spot >Maybe you should do a list like Twilight? >It sounds dumb, but you’ll try to retrace your morning with him >1.When you woke up this morning he seemed to have drained at least an entire pot of coffee >Not only that, but the coffee had been brewed long enough ago that you didn’t even smell its scent lingering in the air >Even if you don’t know coffee very well, you do know your dad pretty well, and that’s what’s making you worry about that >Especially considering that while he brews coffee the place smells like it for at least 2 hours >Not only that, but even though he likes the coffee at home even he says that besides being a bit too strong for normal drinking its caffeine content is also bit high >Considering that Anon wasn’t jittering around like a wind-up toy he must’ve been nursing that pot for quite awhile >2.You’ve driven enough to know full well that you drive so smoothly that anyone riding shotgun should be fine if not downright comfortable >Even Fluttershy was able to handle how you take turns >Sure, she may have been terrified, but she wasn’t at all nauseated at the end like he was >The second time makes sense since he had that weird helmet on, but the first time >It just doesn't make any sense to you >You're pretty sure that his constitution isn't that weak >Guy looked physically ill too, which you’re pretty sure Anon doesn’t just get motion sick whenever he gets in a car >Hell, he rode in AJ’s rattly pick up a few days ago! >”Rainbow Dash?” >3 and 4, you guess; you didn’t notice until you squatted down to check him out, but his eyes were wrong >They’re still red like the night before, but it’s more than just that >You don’t remember exactly, but you’re fairly certain that he had a— >”Are you alright?” >You notice the purple haired egghead suddenly as she gets very close to you with a peering eye as if examining you >Taking a step back you nod while waving her concern away “I’m fine, just trying to put my thoughts together.” >Nodding slowly she turns and points to the kitchen >”Well I believe I’ve spotted Applejack helping out Granny Smith with breakfast.” >Should’ve figured that’s where’d she be “Let’s go see her then.” >You make your way with Twilight to the kitchen nestled in the back >Man, you really need to make sure never to drink this much coffee in one sitting again >You speedily walk towards where you’re pretty sure the bathrooms are >You don’t know why there aren’t signs leading to them, but you should probably talk to Celestia or Luna about that >Since this place is a maze and it is killing you right now! >Why would the nearest bathroom not be next to the lunchroom!? >Unless it’s just the nearest one you know isn't? >You really regret having all your classes so close to each other now >Now you only know a tiny corner of the school’s layout >What turns did you take again? >You took the first left from the cafeteria and then a right and then another left? >Or was it another right? >Fuck is your mind scatter brained today >Your footsteps echo down the empty corridor of lockers as you try your best to ignore your growing need to relieve yourself >It’s not too bad, but you’d rather not have to hold it much longer >Maybe you can just find someone around and ask for directions? >Wait, what are you saying? >No one’s going to be wandering around the halls like an hour before school >They’ll either be in the library or the lunchroom, and those are on the other side of school! >Maybe peek into a room and find a teacher? >God you hope the teachers here really care enough to come to school an hour early >You don’t really remember any of the faculty besides Luna and Celestia >Oh jeez, what if you find someone but you don’t know their name? >You groan as you rub the ever increasing amount of sleep in your eyes >Screw it, just call them sir or ma’am >You head to the nearest classroom with a light on >Luckily there’s a nameplate on the door >Raspberry Beret? >At least you don't have to guess anymore >Knocking on the open door with your knuckles you clear your throat loudly before speaking “Excuse me Ms. Beret, I was wondering if you could help me with something?” >Stepping in you pray that you didn’t just speak to an empty room >”Oh, Ms. Beret isn’t in right now, but I can help you!” >Wait just a secarino, you know that voice >Popping her head out from behind a large red curtain is none other than Trixie >She freezes as she sees you standing in the doorway >Oh shit, you need to thank her for the other day with Gilda, but you can’t just open with an autistic thank you outta nowhere! >Maybe she’ll say something first! >She’s just staring at you with what you’re almost positive is bewilderment, or wait, is she just waiting for you to say something? >Cause if she is you are really not making it any better right now by silently staring at each other >Should an encounter with someone who saved you be so awkward? >You should probably say something >Waving to her you smile “Morning Trixie.” >Your words don’t seem to bring her to her senses as she still has the deer in the headlights look about her >Keep going? “Am I interrupting something?” >Blinking she coughs into her hand >”Oh nonono, good morning to you Anon, Trixie is sorry, she thought you were a teacher.” >You, a teacher? >Well you’ll give her that you’re probably the least likely guy to be hanging around the school halls before class >You usually just show up 10 to 15 minutes before class starts >She looks from you to behind the stage for a moment before biting her thumb >”Um, could you give Trixie a moment?” >Uhhh, sure? >You nod slowly causing her to smile >Ducking her head back behind the curtain you hear what sounds like the closing and opening of something wooden and creaky >You stand there as the creaking stops and silence once more descends >What’s she doing? >Is she going to some grandiose trick? >Shit, you don’t want to get spooked >Bracing yourself for something surprising you tense up >Only for nothing to happen >You feel as though this has happened to you before >That you expect something weird or amazing and instead you’re left standing around like an idiot >Well that or something happens that widdles away at what’s left of your pathetic excuse for self-respe— >”Boo~” >Breathing tickles your ear from behind halting all thought >If your brain stopped as fast as your mind just did you’d have a concussion, or another one as it may be >As calmly as physically possible you try your best to not piss yourself, literally >Ok maybe not that bad, but you’d be lying if you said the hair on the back of your neck wasn’t standing on end or that your entire body wasn’t more taut right now than the ropes of a shibari maiden >”A-anon?” >Just don’t let on that she spooped you >Chicks dig a guy who doesn’t afraid of anything >Clapping your hands slowly you put on your best smirk “Wow, I’d ask how you did that if I didn’t already know how magical you are Trixie.” >Was that corny? >She laughs in a vaguely reminiscent manner akin to Rarity >”What you say is true Anon; Trixie is certainly magical, but that’s not the truly grand part though!” >Oh? >”The truly grand part is that Trixie’s old stage outfit is all fixed up once more!” >Double oh “What’s it look like?” >Man you’re just going full autist mode right now aren’t ya? >Not gonna just turn around? >Surprisingly, instead of laughing at you she glides out in front of you like a dancer revealing her outfit >”Behold, see for yourself the Great and Powerful Trixie in her Remastered and Imroved Magician outfit!” >Well damn that’s a really... >Fitting outfit for her >Yea, you think she can rock it >Certainly better than just a half cape and hat for sure “Looks fitting of any self-respecting magician!” >Closing her eyes with a proud smile Trixie places her hands on her hips as she laughs >”But of course, only the most flamboyant and whimsical clothing will do for Trixie!” >You know, it’s kinda weird >You can easily draw parallels between the confidence that Flash and Trixie both exude, but for some reason Trixie’s doesn’t bother you as much >Though it’s probably because she’s not nearly as much of an ass >Giving a little twirl as she holds the edges of the cape out she nods >”Since the vile and wretched Gilda ruined the regular stage outfit, Trixie saw fit to repair her old battle of the bands costume.” >Oh, so she wore it at the battle of the bands? >That was the thing with the sirens, yea? >Wonder where they are now? >Wait shit, you were just given an out for saying thank you! >Time to strike “About Gilda Trixie…” >Stopping mid-twirl she cocks an eyebrow >”What is it?” >Don’t be weird now >Just be truthful >Taking a breath before you start you clear your throat “Well, it’s more about a few days ago, I just wanted to say thank you.” >Trixie stands up straight almost seeming transfixed on you >She stares at you with the dead air hanging between you >Did, did she not save you? >Oh god, did you get it wrong? >Correct the record quick! >You scratch the back of your neck as you look away from her “I mean, I figured the hasty retreat was thanks to you, but if I was wro—“ >You’re interrupted by Trixie suddenly waving her arms about >”Oh nonono, Trixie was just thinking that she should, thank YOU!” >Huh? >What is she talking about? >Why would she thank you? >You furrow your brow as her eyes dart around >Oh no! >You know that he cares for you, but mom always said it was up to the boy to confess their feelings first! >Not to mention that you can’t just tell him you feel the same way! >You want to, but you don’t want to actually say it out loud! >That’s really hard, and scary… >You realize you’ve been silent for a bit too long as Anon’s gaze lingers on you >Need to elaborate for him >Just don’t mention everything… >Coughing into your hand and adjusting your hat you smile as bewitchingly as possible “After all, Trixie didn’t see everything, but Trixie does assume you were only there to see her show…” >Yes! >That’s just enough to be believable! >He’s nodding, that must have been a satisfactory answer! >”Yea I brought snacks and everything.” >He brought snacks to enjoy with you? >A romantic getaway in the park with just the two of you as you entertain him with your show? >It’s enough to make your heart swell! >”But the stuff with Gilda was uh…” >You shake your head before and interject before Anon can shrug off defending your honor as no big deal “Was very brave, and gallant, and daring, and and thank you Anon.” >With the hint of a smile on his face he looks down at the ground >”Yea, I still think it should be the other way around, but you’re welcome.” >An idea forms in your mind as you notice his reluctance on accepting your thanks >If he wants to thank you so much, you could perhaps… “If you really do want to thank Trixie that much there is a way to do so…” >Blinking you swear you see a glint in his eyes as his smile widens >”Actually, you’re right; tell me, by any chance are you free tomorrow after school?” >Is he asking what you think he’s asking? >OHGODYOUTHINKHEIS! >You KNEW he liked you! >Well, you knew already for sure, but this is confirmation to you! >You feel like you’re going to explode with excitement! >Calm down, don’t want to get too worked up! >You need to be as cool and collected as possible >Doing your best to keep calm you pull your hat down a little to cover your face with your hat as you pull your phone out >You don’t have any plans, but you don’t want him to think you aren’t a busy magician >Swiping through to your calendar you confirm that your schedule is indeed empty >How shocking >As smoothly as possible you answer while staring at your phone “OF COUR—“ >You cough as you catch yourself responding a bit too eagerly “*ahem* Trixie means that she seems to be free then.” >You peek from under the brim of your hat to see Anon scratching his chin >”Hmm, how about we meet up around 5:30 so we can get an early start?” >HE IS ASKING EXACTLY WHAT YOU THINK HE IS! >You’ll need to prepare! >5:30 is only 2 and a half hours after school ends! >Will that be enough time to get ready!? >You’ve never gone on a date before! >You start to squirm as happiness builds up within you like a rising tide >You nod enthusiastically before squeaking out ”YES, that sounds GREAT!” >Letting out a bit of a chuckle Anon nods as he pulls his phone out >”I knew you were enthusiastic to do so, but I didn’t think you’d be this happy.” >Of course you’re happy! >Who wouldn’t be!? >”Let’s exchange numbers real quick so I can text you a list of things you’ll need.” >Text you a list of things you’ll need? >Is bringing yourself not enough? >You always thought dates were going to a fancy restaurant or seeing a movie? >At least that’s how it is in the movies… >After exchanging numbers with Anon he nods as he pockets his phone >”I hope you’re ready for this, I’m going to make sure you don’t leave until you’re a sweaty wreck and sore all over!” >He, he’s going to what? >Sweaty, sore >He’s not suggesting… >You stiffen up as your grip tightens on your phone >That, that’s supposed to come after you two become a couple… >Unless he likes to go that fast, you don’t know if you can do that though! >You like him, and you know he likes you, but to do something so important so suddenly! >You don’t know if you’re ready for this! >Hugging your phone to your chest you do your best to not look him in the eyes >Or do people do that on the first date now? >Is that why there’s so many shows like teen mom now a days? >As you begin to question whether you’re ready for a commitment like that Anon’s voice brings you out of your downward spiral >”I know the principal won’t mind if we use the gym here at school.” >Use the gym at school? >He wants to use the gym here!? >While scratching his chin he snaps his fingers >”Hey, we can even get a bite to eat afterwards, as my thanks!” >He wasn’t even going to treat you to dinner before doing that in the gy— >Oh, OH >You pull your hat over your eyes as you realize the misunderstanding you just had >You completely forgot that you asked him to help you work out as a way to get closer to him! >With a cough to clear your throat you pull your hat back with a confident smile “Trixie would be delighted to eat out after what Trixie is sure to be a strenuous and spartan exercise!” >It may not be exactly what you thought, and you’re a bit thankful it’s not, but spending time to get close with him and eating is just as good as a date >It’s practically one anyways! >Well this is great! >Got to thank Trixie for saving your ass back at the park, and you set up a work out with her >Maybe you should reread some stuff on beginner’s work out programs >Don’t want to throw her at a wall and just be like dude get up as she lies there limp and sore >Got a be a good teacher and bring her in nice and slow >Blinking Trixie snaps her fingers >”Oh, but what is it that you came here for? Trixie felt obliged to show you her new outfit before she could ask.” >Hm, why you cam— >Oh shit yea, you need to go to the bathroom >OH SHIT YEA, now you really need to go! >Should NOT have gotten side-tracked >Flexing your legs you ball your fists up in your hoodie pocket >Just gotta ask for directions to the nearest bathroom! >You open your mouth before a thought hits you >Are you really going to close such a nice conversation by asking where you can go piss? >Aw fuck, now you don’t want to! >But you NEED to! >You bite your lips as you stand there trying to think of a low-key way to ask where the pisser is >”Anon?” >Now she’s looking at you funny! >Maybe uhh… >WAIT! >Idea! >Nodding your head like you just remembered something you smile awkwardly “Oh yea, just blanked out for a second; I was looking for a someone.” >Trixie furrows her brow at your words >”Who?” >Gonna go all in here “Uhh Rainbow Dash, said she was going to the bathroom and ran off around here.” >Nodding Trixie points out the door >”Just go right out the door, take the first left, and the bathroom’s before the t junction on the left.” >Oh thank Christ! >You nod and give her a little wave “Thanks, owe ya one!” >As you leave she gives you a small wave as well, but you can’t help feel like something's off with her >Weird >As you take the left you see the bathrooms in sight down the hall >Awesome, now for some sweet relie— >Oi >You notice something hanging over head a bit further on right before the split in the hallway >It’s a cafeteria sign >No way, NO WAY! >You quickly scramble down the hall and peek around the corner >That’s the hallway you went down first! >You remember the snack machine and bubbler! >Did you really walk past the bathrooms and get lost that easily!? >Taking a very deep breath you try to calm yourself before you scream >Luckily you succeed in doing so and opt to just berate yourself >God you’re such an idiot at times it makes you wonder how you’re even alive >Shaking your head you do a 180 and walk back to the bathroom >Well, at least you were able to thank and set up a work out with Trixie >Bright side Anon, bright side >You push open th— *Thump* >Oh well, never mind pushing open the door >This time the door pushes you >Stepping back the door to the boys bathroom pushes open fully along with a grunt >”Oh sorry bout that.” >Closing your eyes you wave the apology off “Hey, no problem couldn’t have known I was the—“ >You stop mid-sentence as you open your eyes and see that the familiar voice belongs to none other than Flash >What the hell is he doing here so early!? >Better yet, why the hell is he nose deep in a book!? >The title says, Absolute Essentials of Music Theory for Guitar? >Walking past you he waves nonchalantly still reading his book >What the hell is Flash of all people doing reading an actual book!? >Not only that, but a book that seems like it actually belongs in a high school reading level >Never would have imagined the dude was even capable of reading something so advanced >Especially after the riddle debacle >You shudder just remembering it >But hey, guess Dash was right about him >He must still be a guitarist at heart if he’s taking the rock off serious enough that he’s reading >At school, early no less >Guess there’s just some stuff everybody takes seriously >Though, it’s not like you don’t have stuff you’re serious about >Pushing open the door to the bathroom you quickly make your way to one of the urinals >While there’s nobody here you do still appreciate the fact that the urinals have those privacy separators >Always felt a bit uncomfortable when some weirdo takes the urinal next to you when you’re going >Doubly so if they start trying to have a conversation with you >It’s always old guys who do >You shake both your heads after finishing at the thought >Some people have no definition of personal space >You stand there for a moment after pulling your sweat pants up >You really need to get a nap in or something because you’re getting more and more scattered brained than usual with every passing minute >Turning around you start washing your hands >You focus on them as you scrub suds all over them >You know, since Luna’s here and you got some time, now would be an excellent time to ask her >You don’t think you can ask her in front of the others after school today, and since Celestia is out getting treatment somewhere this is the perfect scenario for you >Maybe you can find out just how much she knew your f— >Your thoughts stop fast enough it could give you whiplash >In the mirror you notice something missing >Mainly your black eye >What the hell… >Blinking you hope in vain that maybe you were mistaken, but nope, what was a big black shiner last evening is now a mild yellow eyeshadow at best >Ok, you thought you’d be the last one to complain about this, but you’re a bit concerned with your seemingly out of nowhere regeneration powers >Honestly if you didn’t already know you had one no less than a day ago you’d think you were just a bit pale! >You bet this is the work of magic! >While half of you is admittingly super psyched about this development, the other half is equally worried >Wait, didn’t Shadowfright say you were running on empty magic wise? >That only fuels the fire that’s currently raging in your head as more and more questions pop up like >To what extent does this shit actually work? >Are you just starting out slow, but one day you’ll be able to pull yourself back together from opposite ends of the earth? >Is this even healthy? >Disregarding the fact you feel better, you don’t think the human body is built to recover this fast even with magic >Are there going to be side effects? >What if the nightmares are one? >Will this have unforeseen consequences? >Oh god, your head is starting to spin because of all these questions >Massaging your now lightly throbbing temples you turn on the faucet you’re leaning on >Splashing some of the running water in your face you cease thinking for a moment to just take a breather >As you calm down you gaze into your reflection’s eyes >Maybe your talk with Luna is going to be a bit longer than you first intended >You don’t know the extent she would know about this sorta stuff, but it’s obvious she has to know something >You’re just hoping it’s enough to help MEANWHILE CLOSE BY >Rubbing your eyes of sleep you sit in the empty café >Can’t believe you’ve been asleep for a whole day and a half >Anon really scared the absolute magic out of you >Who would’ve thought a big softie like him would get so furious just because of the presence of his mother? >Though you can’t help suspect that something fed off the negative emotions your magic was able to initially stir within him >Guess trying to calm someone down while riling them up in a sense was a pretty stupid idea >Not like you had any other choice though… >Tearing open a handful of sugar packets you dump them into your golden brown coffee >You pull out the container of crumpets from your backpack as you dip your spoon into your coffee >Thank the stars above you were able to snatch these things from Sonata before she chowed down on them >You don’t know how Anon got ahold of them, but whoever made these things was NOT joking around >Just waking up to their scent was more than enough to tell that something was off about these seemingly innocuous little cakes >There’s enough aphrodisiac power in these tiny little sponge cakes to make even the most fervent worshiper of Aphrodite blush >Stirring your tea you stare into the swirling liquid >Who knows why Anon was going to eat them by himself >You don’t even want to know how you’d feel if you ate even one of them >Tartarus, if ANYONE ate even one let alone the whole container themselves >There may not be magic in this world, but whatever made these little abominations comes incredibly close >Satisfied with your stirring you place your spoon on the table and take a sip of the liquid >Hmm, just sweet enough >Leaning back in your chair you observe the street traffic, or lack there of >Seems like the corner of town near CHS doesn’t get very busy until after 9am >A smile spreads across your face as you soak in the silence >Besides losing the last day or so, you feel remarkably good >Your dreams were filled with pleasant silence as you comfortably lounged around a beach with a certain green boy >Normally you’d call it quits after one attempt to enthrall someone ends with you getting to meet the business end of fire like that, but for some reason Anon seems so, so, is tantalizing a good word? >It’s almost like the fascination you had upon first meeting the wizards of Europe way back when >Captivated with their ability to use magic in a wasteland like Earth, and then, ironically enough, burned when you tried to capture one of them >However, something about your fascination with Anon strikes you as, worrying >Unlike your past self, who was so magic starved that even some of those glorified circus acts caught your eye, you have a reliable source of equestrian magic now >Yet you still feel, a need for him >Something akin to hunger resides deep inside you for HIM, and you don’t know why… >He’s not that bad looking, but you’ve seen far better in your time >So what is it about him? >Or is it that something happened with you? >You don’t feel like that’s the case… >You haven’t been given alone time to think like this for so long you’re actually starting to worry yourself with what you’re contemplating >It’s a wonderful feeling >Taking a sip of your coffee you check the time on the wall >7:50AM on the dot >Hm, guess you’ve bided your time enough for now >Getting up from your chair you carefully grasp your coffee and empty sugar packets >Discarding the rubbish you make your way into the crisp morning >It’s a bit chilly, but nothing a sweater can’t protect you from >You find your mind wandering to thoughts about your upcoming little get together with your new ally as you gaze at a bundle of clouds overhead >Your meeting is at 8 >It shouldn’t take you long to get to CHS from here so you’re not worried about making it in time, but as for who you’re meeting >Well, you don’t know enough about her >You certainly don’t trust her, but she has already proved to be useful >More so than your sisters have lately, but also twice as dubious >You shall see what it is she wished to speak about before passing your judgement >If you recall correctly she wished to meet in front of that infernal high school >While you may still attend there, you definitely don’t try to make yourself too conspicuous there so the idea of waiting out in front of the place isn’t the most appealing idea >Luckily for you the students don’t tend to come in droves until 8:30ish >Plenty of time for you to make yourself scarce and enjoy a day to yourself before too many people spot you >Perhaps you could visit the mall? >A smile creeps up on your face as you think about it >You could use a place to spend your newfound petty cash so generously donated to you by your masked savior >Sounds like a plan >You scratch your head as you stand in front of Luna and Celestia’s kinda conjoined offices >Maybe you should’ve dropped by the lunchroom and said you’d be paying Luna a visit >What if they start to think you’ve been kidnapped or something? >Your train of thought stops there as you realize how dumb that is >No one’s going to think you’ve been kidnapped at school for being gone a bit too long on the toilet >Shaking your head you grasp the handle and push the door open >The door lets loose a loud *creeeak* as it slowly peels open >You slowly pace into the darkened waiting area >Both the doors to the separate principal spaces are closed, and if the fact there’s no light’s on is an indicator, no one’s home >The place seems empty >Color you surprised >You could’ve sworn that those two said you could chat with them every day before school >Maybe Luna’s just out for a bit? >Walking up to her office door you crack it open a bit and take a peek inside >A few stray sunbeams from her shutters and an empty swivel chair are all that greet you >Huh >Stepping in you check your phone for the time >8:08AM >Should you call her? >Nah, you got time >You can just snoop around the place while she’s not here >You chuckle manically to yourself before actually looking around >There actually doesn’t seem to be much to actually snoop now that you look at everything >Well besides a tiny black box with a green ribbon wrapped around it and what you assume is her purse >While you do feel the irresistible draw of snoopin, you aren’t about to root around her purse >You have more respect for her than that >Though you were hoping she’d have some books or something to page through >Wait, you vaguely remember them scooping all their stuff into boxes back on Friday >Well you didn’t see them packing up with your own eyes, but when Discord(?) let you view the evening through a ghost like camera >That probably explains the somewhat bright assortment of squares and rectangles on the faded walls >Though you don’t really know how they got faded in the first place >You may have only been in this room a handful of times, but every time it’s been dark with the only light of day coming through the horizontal slits on her window shutter >It only occurs to you now that you’re standing in Luna’s office just how different she is from her sister >Whether it’s down to their clothes, offices, or hell even that little symbol thing everyone seems to have >A smile breaks through on your lips as a thought occurs to you >You could say they’re like night and day >Fuck, even you think that one was bad >You’ll have to use that one when you’re with the two of them again >You let out a small chuckle as you walk over to the window >As you pass by the desk you trace the its outline >The pale blue desk’s slightly rough wooden surface tickles your fingertips as you drag them across it >Reaching at the window you adjust the blind so you can see through a small gap in the blinds >Peering outside gives you a view of the horse statue in the front of the building >Don’t really know what you expected there, but you kinda forgot how close you are to the entrance >Though you don’t get why Luna keeps the blinds closed if she could have a nice view of the incoming students >Wait, what if she does view the students, but only through the blinds so they can’t see her? >The mental image of Luna squatting behind her window watching the students like some old man watching the neighborhood kids so they don’t go on his lawn comes to your mind making you crack a smile once more >Maybe that’s why she keeps the lights off? >Heh >Before you quit looking through the window you spot familiar head of hair approaching the school >It’s one of the bj brigade, specifically the cheese doodle one >It’s upon realizing just who you’ve spotted do you feel just a tinge of remorse >Alright, maybe a little more than a tinge >Your guilt is alleviated a bit as you notice her overall appearance >Besides her hair being somewhat more frumpier than the other times you’ve seen her she looks fine, doesn’t have a mark or anything on her so it’s alright >Not even any bandages >You will say you’re surprised she’s in separate clothes though >Instead of her usual combination of Sora’s kingdom hearts jumper thing, leggings, and gloves what she’s wearing is pretty normal >Just a purple hoodie and jeans >It does strike you as a bit odd since most everyone you’ve seen at this high school has several pairs of one outfit they wear week round >Not that you’re any different… >Shaking your head you refocus on the angry looking shorty >Ok, you really have to think for a second on what her name is >What was it, Fromagio? >No wait, pretty sure you just combined the cheese poof’s name with the French word for cheese >You really need to get better at remember names >Isn’t it like uhh, Adagio! >You almost tink the window with your head while nodding to yourself in confirmation >Getting back to watching her through the window like some sorta voyeuristic perv you notice that she seems to be waiting for someone in the shadow of what used to be a the wondercolts statue >At least you’re pretty sure she is what with her impatiently tapping her foot and fiddling with the monster gemstone on her neck >Wow, how have you not noticed that thing before? >Probably since every time you’re around her and her two friends(?) you were either uncomfortable and trying to avoid eye contact, running away, or freaking out >Not much time to notice the hope diamond sized gemstone around her neck >Disregarding her unusual accessory you notice someone walking up to her amidst the trickle of students >You don’t really recognize them, but that’s not very surprising considering how many people you know >If you’re not counting those who either wish to hurt, eat, or dominate you, you know like ten people’s names >You purse your lips as you realize that two of those ten are your guardians too >This is just down right depressing when you think about it >Getting off track >Whoever is meeting up with Adagio is wearing a zip up grey hoodie with the hood up >Real inconspicuous >You examine them futher as they walk in the sunlight towards the remains of the wondercolt statue’s shadow >They also have on black holey leggings that show off their legs more than yoga pants along with what looks like some sort of goth boots >Weird >Adagio seems to be berating them or something while the hooded figure stands there with their back to you >Wow, she seems really worked up over whatever she’s arguing over with the hooded girl >Whoever she’s yelling at seems to be taking it well considering they haven’t moved an inch >Adagio seems to tucker herself out eventually as she calms down >The hooded girl shakes her head which causes Adagio to smile and nod >Apparently coming to some sort of understanding the two shake hands before parting ways >Adagio walks off towards the city while the turns towards the entrance beside you >Wonder what that was about >You start to get a bit of a bad feeling about Adagio meeting some literal hooded figure in the early hours of the day >Hopefully it won’t be something that bites you on the as— >You stop your internal thoughts for a moment as the hooded figure freezes >Wonder what’s her problem? >You can’t make out their face from here >Did they spot a quarter on the ground or something? >As you try to put together why they just stopped in the middle of the courtyard something spooks you >Specifically, when the head of the girl snaps to you! “Aw what the fuck!” >You can’t help but shout and jump back in surprise as you see some sort of green glow from beneath the darkness of the hood >She just snapped her head to you! >Like they locked on to you! >There’s no way that’s not what just happened >You scramble to the window again to check if the freaky hood person is still staring you down >Only to see that they’ve disappeared >Well fuck, that’s for sure another problem >What to list this one as… >Freaky girl in hood freaks you the fuck out as you stand in Luna’s office people watching? >You sigh as you pull out the swivel chair tucked into Luna’s desk >Maybe you should just wait here in this chair patiently >Where you won’t get spooked >That seems like an idea… >As you swivel around in place a bit you get an idea that makes you laugh a bit >Might as well cross an objective off your bucket list while you wait for Luna “I shall personally see to it that the talent show has the right auditorium reserved for next week Ms. Beret.” >You quickly try to close the gap between you and the door to your office waiting room >”Please see to it that you do, I shudder to think about what a disaster it’d be if we had another fiasco like last time we tried using the space.” >You hardly think that accidentally scheduling both the speech class and the acting class’s performances in the same auditorium as a fiasco >It took less than 20 minutes to organize the speech class to the auditorium down the hall >You know that Raspberry is the acting teacher, but you still don’t know why she has to be so dramatic about everything >With one hand on the door knob and another up defensively you try to ease Ms. Beret’s concerns “It will be my top priority, but if you’ll excuse me I have many other matters of which need my attention post haste.” >Not having the energy to deal with Raspberry’s pestering any longer with a respectable amount of grace you quickly slip through the doorway and slam the door behind you >Letting out a sigh you lean back against the door >It’s always when your sister leaves do you find yourself relishing the fact that you’re the vice principal >Thankfully this week is a welcome stroke of luck as far as it’s relatively quiet event wise for the school >So even without your sister being here, you should manage just fine >Standing up straight once more you make your way back to your office >That is unless you’re forgetting about something >You don’t believe so, however… >You suppose it’d be a good idea to make doubly sure that there’s nothing of importance you’re forgetting about this week >Time to recheck the planner! >Opening the door to your office and stepping inside you hear a voice >”Ah yes, I’ve been exp—“ >As someone swivels in your chair something makes a loud *THUMP* >”FUCK!” >Clutching his knee in your chair is none other than Anon >You stand there somewhat surprised by not only his presence, but whatever it is he was attempting >Besides the fact that he’s in your office in the morning being weird by itself he seemed to be trying to surprise you >Only to smack his knee on your desk >Guess like father like son really does have some merit >Groaning he rubs his knee >”Well, guess that’s still on the list.” >With a sigh he finally looks away from his knee to you with a small grin and a wave >”Morning Luna.” >With a nod and cocked eyebrow you greet him “Good morning to you as well Anon; is there something I can help you with?” >Normally you’d be surprised if he did >Anon hasn’t asked anything of you in the past few months he’s been here >Though if he was waiting for you… >With a balled fist pressed to his chin he contemplates for a moment before snapping a finger gun at you >”Would you exiting and reentering so I can try that again be outta the question?” >A smile tugs at your lips as you nod your head >”Well, figured I’d try.” >Walking to your desk you decide to take a seat in one of the chairs across from him >Sitting up straight he begins to stand >”Oh I can sit there you don—“ >Holding a hand up you silence him “It’s fine; I could use a change in perspective.” >Sitting in the same seat you had to sit in years ago gives you not only a warm feeling of nostalgia, but an odd comfort >Anon blinks as he stares almost blankly at you for a few moments >You return his stare with a smile >As you stare at each other in silence you can’t help but take note of his appearance >Being almost the picture of health every time you’ve seen him in the past he looks noticeably, beaten, for lack of a better word >There’s what look like the remnants of cuts scattered across his face and slight bruising around his right eye >Though that seems to be the worst of it besides the noticeable bags under his eyes and redness of said eyes >You can’t say you’re surprised if Anon’s opponent was, him… >Balling a fist up you do your best not to dwell on that and focus back on Anon >It’s obvious that he has something to say, but he seems conflicted >Perhaps you should try to ease him into talking like sister would? >You’re pretty sure you can attempt to emulate her >Crossing a leg over the other you clasp your hands atop your knee “How was your morning Anon?” >Your words seeming to jolt him out of his stupor cause him to cough into his fist >”Uh, it was alright. I made breakfast for Dash and myself.” >So he’s referring to Rainbow Dash as Dash now? >Well that’s good >Adjusting your posture you try to relax into a more comfortable laid-back position “What did you make?” >His eyes drift from you over your shoulder as the gears turn in his head >”Eggs, bacon, toast, the usual.” >Time to ease into the real reason, and you think you have a perfect segway “Sounds good, how’d you sleep?” >A wistful smile spreads across his face as he looks away fiddling with the pin you gave him dangling on his drawstring >”Uhh, well I sure slept…” >You’re starting to get the feeling you know what’s going on with him >You were very similar after your encounter >Man this is not going down like you thought it would >You didn’t even think on how to bring up your dad >Like what are you just gonna be like, “Hey I was watching the time I was knocked the fuck out with the help of the literal embodiment of chaos and I happened to notice that you have a picture of my dad, what’s that about?” >Besides being weird you don’t know how Luna will react >What if she reacts like you do with mom? >As you fidget with your pin in your hands your thoughts are broken by a pair of soft lavender hands grasping your own >”Anon, I’m going to ask you a question, and I want you to answer honestly.” >Oh boy, this already sounds like a fun time from those words alone >Furrowing your brow you nod very slowly >Luna, who’s leaning over the desk propped up by her elbows, stares into your eyes >Like really deep >So deep you’re getting a bit uncomfortable >Being the big coward you are when it comes to ladies you look up at the ceiling after a good 10 seconds have passed >”The man you fought on Sunday, did you catch his name?” >Huh? >That’s not what you were expecting >Then again, you didn’t really know what to expect >Reestablishing eye contact with the intently gazing vice principal you grunt approval >Closing her eyes she brings your hands and hers down to the desktop >”What was it?” >If you weren’t worried before, you are now >You defiantly ain’t the best at reading people, but you’ve seen her face before >Mostly on yourself, and in a more shattered shard of glass version >The face she’s got on isn’t one you wear if they’re isn’t history in what you’re talking about >You get the feeling that whatever history she has with Shadowfright, well it probably isn’t pretty >Getting the feeling that prolonging this is by far the worst option you quickly say the name “Shadowfright.” >The moment you speak the name you can feel something’s, off >Only for a moment though >Luna’s closed eyes twitch before she opens them slowly >”I see…” >Um >She diverts her gaze into the desk >If she stared any harder you’re pretty sure the desk would break >Feeling completely lost, you let the silence hang in the air between you >That is until she breaks it suddenly out of nowhere >”The nightmares are wrong.” >Fucking what? >Needless to say, you’re a bit taken back by this comment coming straight outta left field >Looking back up from the desk she stares into your eyes once more with conviction clear in hers >You know she seems really serious and all, but your mind can’t help but try to derail this instead of going further down whatever this is >The thought that this is by far the longest you’ve held hands with a girl and stared into her eyes in one sitting pops into your mind >Then the thought that said girl is one of your guardians >Then the thought that you don’t really mind that last detai— >Your mind’s attempt to continue off course comes to an abrupt end as you notice something off with Luna’s eyes >Mostly that they are much more cyan than you remember >”I can help you with them if you wish for me to do so.” >Ok, maybe it’s time to man up and do the impossible >Actually speak up for once and not be a wet noodle >Clearing your throat you try to put on your best big boy face “No wait, you’re misunderstanding me, I don’t need help wi—“ >As you try your best to explain that this is all a misunderstanding and that you’re totally fine with losing a bit of sleep she holds a hand up to your lips >”You don’t need to lie; I’ve been through the same thing.” >You blink as you look from Luna’s face to her finger doing a real good job of keeping your mouth shut >While you’d be lying if you said that whatever happened while you slept made you want to stay up no matter what, you don’t exactly know why >You just know that the time you woke up because of Dash and when you accidentally fell asleep later in the night you felt like your heart might quite literally explode it was beating so hard >So while you’d rather not repeatedly wake in a cold sweat with your heart trying to reenact the entirety of Donkey Kong Jungle Beat you can’t really be that scared of something you don’t remember >Right? >Taking her finger from your lips she instead continues to hold your hands as she seems to stare through you >”And I tried to take them alone as well, it didn’t go as planned…” >Ok, that’s fucking ominous with a capital O >Not only is it ominous, but you’re starting to become increasingly more and more curious about her past >Shaking her head she refocuses onto you >”But this time is different, this time I can help you defeat the enemy within you.” >What? >Did you hear that correctly? >Enemy within? >Like xcom shit? >Ok, it’s time to actually take charge, for real this time >And you can only think of one way to do so >Admit the truth the whole truth and nothing but said truth >Eh, it's worked before, kinda “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” >Her serious visage shatters into confusion almost immediately >”I, wait are you not having nightmares?” >You shrug hopefully displaying your own confusion “I mean, I may be, but that is not the reason I came here.” >Luna opens her mouth only to shut it before saying anything >If she gapes anymore like this she might become a fish >She does this once more before actually speaking >”Wait, so you don’t know if you’re having nightmares now, but that also isn’t even the reason you waited for me?” >Ehh “Yep, pretty much.” >Blinking seems to be the only answer she has as she stares at the desk with a blank expression on her face >She seems to process what you’ve said as she finally lets go of your hands and cradles her face in hers >You allow her the moment to collect herself as she sits there silently staring into the void >Apparently coming back down to Earth she speaks once more >”So why did you wait for me here?” >Resisting the urge to answer with, “Because this is your office” you pinch your chin between your thumb and pointer finger “Now while my original reason had nothing to do with nightmares I will say you might be right about the nightmares thing, but I can’t actually remember mine.” >Sitting back up she seems to be even more confused >Better clarify “While I can’t remember my dream, I sure as hell remember that for some reason I REALLY don’t want to go back to sleep.” >Nodding slightly she places one of her hands over her mouth as she hums >”That, makes a surprising amount of sense actually…” >You raise an eyebrow, but she doesn’t seem to notice as her eyes scan nothing >Weird “But anyways, the reason I came here was because I have become painfully aware of a slew of facts.” >Your words seem to bring her out of whatever it is she was doing as her eyes focus solely on you >”And what would those be?” >Time to lay it all down for Luna so you’re both on the same page >With a loud snap of your fingers you hold up your pointer “One, I know that you and my dad have some history.” >You’re pretty sure that’s surprise on her face >Not that you weren’t at first either >You may not remember all the details of being a kid, but you’d have thought that if Luna and Celestia knew your dad that well you’d have some recollection of them >But no, not a single memory of either of them >Snapping once again you flash her the peace sign “Two, he has some history with Shadowfright.” >Her confusion gives way to what you’re pretty sure is anger >You’re pretty sure it’s not aimed at you >Hoping the snapping isn’t getting on her nerves you snap yet again holding up three fingers “And third, you have history with both of them.” >With a sigh Luna nods, somewhat somberly >“You’re right unfortunately, on all accounts.” >It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out >Hell, you were able to notice something was up >Finally leaning back in her chair she assumes a more reserved posture >”So while appreciate finding out what you do know, I can only wager a guess as to what you wanted to ask.” >Looks like the two of you are on the same page after all >You nod in agreeance before leaning forward over the desk “Please Luna, I have to know.” >Propping your face up with one fist you shoot her a finger gun with the other “Just how well do you know my dad, and what the hell is going on here?” >Resting her hands in her lap her gaze seems to drift further and further away as she stares into the aether >”It's, a long story…” >You get the feeling that most everything that has to do with the past is >Still… “Well it’s a good thing that my guardian was able to call the vice principal and explain why I couldn’t attend class today huh?” >Luna seems to pause at your words before closing her eyes and shaking her head slowly with what looks like the telltale signs of a smirk beginning to form >”It won’t take nearly that long, but I may be willing to let you off the hook on one condition.” >Well hot damn, didn’t think she’d actually just let you take the day off like that >Though you already don’t like the, one condition part >Scratching your chin you try to look like you won’t just take the condition regardless of what it is >Cause you really want to know what’s up with your father to the point that it’d be pretty hard to sway you from pursuing any lead you can >There’s only a few things you could think of that’d make you stop and consider not doing it “A condition huh, and what might that be?” >Balling a hand into a fist atop the desk her face hardens >”You let me help you defeat the nightmares he put in you.” >Oh, well that’s not so b— >”By entering into your dreams with you to help you eradicate the magic affecting you.” >And that became a bad idea in less than 5 seconds “Wait, like you’ll actually be IN my dream?” >She nods as her eyes gravitate toward your pin >”While my skills have gone unused as of late, I was quite the expert in dream walking once upon a time, and since I have prior experience with…” >Ok, it kinda makes sense when put that way >She’s beaten Shadowfright’s magic before, and apparently she’s a dreamwalker or whatever >You should be a-okay with this >But you are definitely NOT! >There’s a very small list of things that would make you pause even when it comes to learning about everything that’s happening >Nestled between time travel and kill someone on the list is have someone in your head >While you know that it seems to be becoming somewhat of a status symbol to actually get into your noggin, you really don’t want to add Luna to the list of people who’ve peered into your mind >Though on the flipside you will admit, getting to actually sleep is important, and it is Luna you’re talking about >She’s not only your guardian now, but she’s also supposedly gone through whatever nightmare stuff you’re going through right now >So even though you really don’t like the thought that someone will have access to the deep recesses of your mind, you’re pretty sure she isn’t going to use any knowledge gained from her trip to your dreams to hurt you or anything >And there’s always the fact that you get to skip another day of school >You really don’t feel like going to class right now >Luna, probably noticing your hesitation, tries to reassure you by firmly giving your hand a squeeze >”I know that to let one into your dreams is not something to be taken lightly…” >Well that’s a given >You’re not sure what a dream walker can do, but you’re not going to rule out being able to scour your mind as they please as something >Though there is always the possibility that she's like a dream warrior, which is to say completely powerless >”Which is why I swear to you that no matter what, I will speak nary a word of what I witness to anyone.” >Damn, Luna doesn’t fool around >She skipped right over promise and straight to swearing >Way to put the spotlight on you huh? >Though even with her swearing, you just don’t know how to feel about it… >Interrupting your internal conflict Luna while hunched over speaks in a hushed whisper conspiratorially through a cupped hand >”If it will help sway you, I would also be willing to purchase food for the both of us after all is said and done.” >Well shit >You throw your hands up in surrender to her negotiation prowess >Here you were trying to figure out if you wanted to willingly let her into your head and she goes and offers you food in exchange for touring your head >10/10 would deal with again >You weren’t sure about it before, but now, no contest “Jesus Christ, you really know when to hold’em and fold ‘em.” >With almost child-like hope present on her face she smiles >”So is that a yes?” >God you feel like a jackass for overthinking this >One of the women who more than likely already knows what’s happened to you and still decided to keep supporting your sorry ass is asking for you to LET them HELP you, and you still don’t trust em >Maybe instead of being paranoid you should at least give her a chance and just trust her? >It’s not like she’s your mom or anything >Guess that’s probably a good thing in this case… >Blinking you bring your mind back to the present and make eye contact with Luna once more “Yes, yes it is.” >With a small nod you can see her visibly relax like an unseen weight was lifted off her shoulders as she lightly grasps your hand >”You truly are remarkable…” >Huh? >She elaborates with what sounds like a hint of regret in her voice >”It took me much more time, and many more sleepless nights before I finally allowed someone to help me.” >And there she goes reminiscing about something that you don’t know >Hey if Luna said she’d tell you about your dad and Sahdowfright maybe this would be a good time? >Or wait, would that be crass of you? >Maybe you should just ask for an abridged version of the past and you can have her elaborate on certain stuff sometime or something? >Man, retelling entire chunks of the past has never been your strong suit >Fuck it, just ask her how she wants to do it >Clearing your throat you get Luna’s attention away from her trip down memory lane “Well anyways, before we start on our inception dream happenings, could you give me the brass tacks of you and my da—“ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSP_n_BIe0w >You blink as the codex ringtone sounds off from your pocket interrupting your question >Shit, who the hell could be texting you? >”Phone call?” >You shake your head as you fish the now silent gadget from your pocket “Text actually.” >Swiping it open you check who it is >Dash? >Tapping the message you get >Hey dude, r u dead or sumthing??? “Oh, shit.” >You forgot to tell Dash you’d be checking in with Luna >Or wait, no you just didn’t think you’d be gone for so long >”Problems?” >Blinking your eyes flick from the screen to Luna who looks on curiously at your phone >Smiling sheepishly you shake your head before quickly typing up a response to Dash “No, I just forgot to mention that I’d be dropping in here to the others.” >Making sure the phone is now on vibrate you send your hastily typed message >Clearing your throat in the least awkward way you can you stuff the cell phone back into your pocket “Anyways, getting back on track, you were going to start?” >Letting out a little hum her gaze drifts to the desk >”What did you want me to tell you about first?” >Easy “How well did you know my dad?” >An easy question to answer “Out of all the people I’ve met over the years, I don’t think I can say I’ve connected nearly as much as I have with him.” >Anon seems at a loss for words due to your somewhat zealous statement >Though you can’t quite find it in you to retract what you’ve said >Instead you continue “After our parents met with an untimely end we had to move here to live with our uncle Kibitz.” >You suppose you’re lucky that Kibitz was willing to house two teenage girls that weren’t even his own >Then again, it’s not as though you don’t already know just how far he’s willing to go for you two >Getting away from thoughts of your uncle you resume “It was then when sister and I first transferred to CHS did we met your father, Iggy was our tour guide.” >You can still remember walking through the unfinished halls behind both your sister and him as you were informed of the facilities soon to come >Even then he was positively enthralled with technology >It brings a smile to your face as you think about his impassioned speech on how fundamentally life-changing the computer lab would be >Perhaps it was then that the first kernel was planted inside you… >Blinking your memory vanishes revealing Anon patiently waiting for you to continue >Coughing into your fist you get back on track “Sister, Iggy, Will and I became quick friends, due to all of us seemingly sharing the trait of being, less than popular.” >It’s surprising just how different the school is now that you think back on it >It seems that almost everyone gets along >Certainly not like it was when you went here >Anon interjects as your thoughts retread old ground >”Will?” >Oh yes, Anon wouldn’t know about Will would he? >Nodding you can’t help but smile as the thought of meek Will of the past creeps into your head “Yes, Iron Will, you met him a few days ago I believe.” >Cocking an eyebrow Anon purses his lips >”The only people I’ve met recently are ones I’ve gotten into magical powered fistfights with.” >Really? >You were under the assumption that Anon had only fought with Will and Shadowfright’s minions >You’ll definitely need to be filled in later >For now, you’ll have the pleasure of explaining that… “Well, he is someone you got into a fistfight with…” >Holding his pointer up he looks like he’s going to say something before balling it up into a fist and pressing it against his lower lip >”Well fug, he wasn’t the costumed guy who stopped me from raging against the machine was he?” >Clasping your hands together you do your best to not look at him as you sit there in silence >He, doesn’t take it well >”Well double fug.” >Waving off his concern you smile “Worry not Anon, from what I hear Will found it to be quite an, enlightening spar.” >Smiling wryly he scratches the back of his head >”I guess someone who dresses up in spandex and has a literal alter ego would think that way huh?” >You giggle a little at his observation >He doesn’t even know the half of it >Deciding to stop your tangent you regale him with more about the past “It was after a few months at CHS that strange things started happening.” >The wry smile disappears from his face as he focuses in no doubt conjuring images of what you could mean in his head “We didn’t know it at the time, but every small incident was all due to the portal located underneath the Wondercolt statue.” >But how could you have? “A series of cases started to pop up all over the school including, mass missing items, seemingly random items showing up out of thin air, and even a few cases of spacial dislocation.” >You still feel bad for poor Trouble Shoes >Who would’ve guessed that he actually had no idea why he was suddenly in the girls locker room naked? “Anyway, your father and sister thought it would be a good idea to start investigating all the odd phenomenon that was plaguing the school.” >Furrowing his brow Anon bites his thumb >”So you guys just up and decided to Scooby doo it one day after a bunch of weird stuff started to go down?” >Well, essentially >You nod with a nostalgic smile tugging at your lips “We tried to get to the bottom of all of it, only to learn about the existence of magic.” >Though even learning that was quite the hurdle >You remember how hard it was to actually produce the same result twice with the first magic infused item you found behind the school >Though you can’t forget the excitement on everyone’s faces when you were able to “It was when we figured out that magic was causing most if not all of the problems did we decide to name our little group of magical investigators.” >A name that you’d all use down the road as well, and a name that now… >”What was it?” >You let out a small sigh of nostalgia as you make a rectangle with your fingers just like Iggy did all those years ago “We were the Supernatural Investigation Squad, SIS for short.” >Anon’s posture goes from relaxed to incredibly rigid almost instantly >That’s certainly not what you expected >”Did, you just say SIS?” >You nod somewhat quizzically “Yes, have you heard of us by chance?” >Perhaps the reputation your group built still exists amongst the magical shadows of Canterlot? >Though you wonder where Anon would have heard it from >”Yea, I heard it from Chrissy…” >Leaning forward over the desk a bit looking somewhat more serious he balls a hand into a fist and covers it with his other hand before bringing it before his pursed lips >You don’t know who Chrissy is, but you’re sure she must be no good if Anon’s reaction is anything to gauge it with “Chrissy?” >His eyes flick from his thousand yard stare to you before darting to the desk >”I had the unfortunate luck of meeting her a few days ago at the mall and then later in the night…” >Your eyebrows furrow slightly at his wording >What does he mean by later in the night? >You can’t help notice that he seems to be at a loss for words as he opens and closes his mouth a few times as if he can’t decide what to say >”She’s kinda, well she uhhh, wow how to put this…” >The way he seems reluctant to speak about her is not filling you with confidence >Clapping his hands together in front of his face he breathes in >”Ok yea, she’s actually a changeling queen and I may have attracted her attention and then got shot before getting better and pretty much kidnapping one of her young but the little buggo seems to like me so please don’t bite my head off.” >He >What he just said >You seem to be having trouble processing all of what he said >After all, he said it so fast “Could you repeat that, I believe that I misheard yo—“ >”You didn’t.” >Blinking seems to be the only thing you can do before a single word flows from your mouth “WHAT!?” SLIGHTLY EARLIER >You let loose a yawn as you follow a group of students into the cafeteria >Need to remember to set more than one alarm in the morning >With all that’s been happening you nearly slept too long to get here in time >Rainbow would have a heart attack if you and Twilight couldn’t help her scramble to finish all her homework >You can’t help but smile slightly at the thought of Rainbow scribbling down answers right before the bell >Hopefully the three of you won’t be doing work till the bell again >Alright, maybe you shouldn’t just assume Rainbow didn’t do her homework again even if she doesn’t have the best track record for doing it in the past >Though that was when things weren’t going on outside of school… >Maybe she will need help >Stepping into the cafeteria proper you look for your rainbow haired friend >You notice it almost immediately at a table close to the windows >Was always nice how her hair stood out even amongst the technicolor sea of hair at CHS >Making your way there you notice that she’s huddled over her phone while chatting with Twilight and Applejack >As you get closer you can hear their conversation over the cafeteria noise >”And I’m telling you Anon can look after himself well enough.” >Walking up you give the trio a little wave “Morning.” >Applejack gives you a nod and a smile while Twilight gives you her full attention >”Good morning Sunset.” >Rainbow shakes her head while greeting you and typing on her phone >”Hey.” >You can’t help but shake the feeling you’ve missed something as she finally puts her phone down “What are we talking about?” >Applejack snorts before pushing her hat back while you take a seat next to Rainbow >”Nothing really, Rainbow here was talkin nonsense.” >Twilight shakes her head while Rainbow sits up straight >”I don’t know Applejack, if past events have proven anything; it’s that the school isn’t exempt from unexpected events.” >That’s for sure, but that’s what happens when a magical portal to another world is on the front lawn >Applejack doesn’t seem to buy it though as she frowns >”Ah’m tellin ya, Anon’s probably just taking his time in the bathroom doing, boy stuff.” >Boy stuff? >Rainbow seems to be confused too as she cocks an eyebrow >”What the heck could he be doing in the bathroom for over twenty minutes?” >Almost simultaneously the three of you realize what that sounds like after the words leave her mouth >And again at the same time avoid eye contact with each other before Twilight speaks up >”Well, males of his age are brimming with enough testosterone that he may be in the bathroom to relieve his more carnal desi—“ >Clapping your hands as loudly as you can you interrupt her before she says something, distasteful “Ok wow, so instead of that maybe he’s just tidying up his appearance, how’d he look before he left?” >Crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair Rainbow frowns slightly >”Honestly, better than yesterday, but only because he’s missing the whopper of a black eye now. Otherwise, yea he probably could use with a freshening up.” >Well that’s good enough reason as any you suppo— >Wait, he’s missing a black eye in a day? >Applejack nods with a smirk >”So then it’s possible he’s just taking his time to splash some water in his face or something.” >If he does look that bad then it’s possible he’d need a bit of time to look better >Scratching her head rainbow sighs with a smile >”Maybe you’re right, maybe he’s just doing boy stuff in the bathroom.” >Seemingly satisfied with herself Applejack nods >”I gotta be, heck in the morning my brother takes forever to do his morning routine before breakfast.” >Isn’t that everyone? >Twilight holds her pointer finger out in a like a lecturer >”Again, especially since it’s right as Big Mac wakes up, he too may just need time to relieve his car—“ >All three of you stop her this time >”TWILIGHT!” >Is that the only thing she thinks of when anyone talks about boy things?! >Giving a sheepish cough and smile Twilight shrinks a bit in her seat >”Heh, sorry…” >It seems as the three of you are all shaking your heads as Rainbow speaks with a huff >”Well regardless, I sent him a text so we’ll find out soon if, oh never mind.” >Hm? >Pulling out her phone she swipes it open before reading something out loud >”Sorry, Luna asked me to see her in her office so I had to bail on you. I’ll see you after school, say hi to everyone for me.” >Oh, so he’s going to talk with vice-principal Luna before everyone gets together? >Wonder what he’s going to talk with her about? >Applejack sports a smug grin before pointing to Rainbow >”Ah told ya he was fine, maybe not doing boy stuff, but he’s not kidnapped or replaced by changelings or anything.” >You can’t help notice that Rainbow and Twilight both stiffen up a bit as Applejack mentions changelings >You hope that’s not for a reason >Rainbow waves off Applejack’s gloating while stuffing her phone back in her pocket >”Yea yea whatever, guess I was worried over nothing.” >Wonder what’s got her so worried? >While you know school certainly isn’t off limits for bad things to happen, you don’t think anyone would just drop by and kidnap anyone in broad daylight >Your thought bubble is interrupted by a greeting from behind you >”Hello girls, you will not believe the fashion disaster I just ran into.” >Rarity takes a seat next to Rainbow as everyone gives her a wave >Applejack chuckles slightly as she gives Rarity an incredulous look >”Ah don’t know, you say that about everyone that’s not trendy.” >Setting her purse down Rarity holds a hand up >”No no darling, this was the WORST fall morning outfit I’ve seen all week.” >Rainbow gives Rarity a sidelong glance while propping her head up with a fist >”It’s only Tuesday, and we had school off yesterday, how many terrible outfits can you have seen already?” >That’s a good point >Shaking her head dismissively Rarity smirks >”More than you’d believe, but this one was horrible.” >Deciding to speak up you ask “How so?” >Clasping her hands together in front of her she points them outward >”So I was walking here and in the hallway I bumped into someone, now I don’t know what qualifies as fashion where they’re from, but buckle-clad nightmare boots with torn black leggings and a pastel grey pullover are definitely not fashi—“ >Her spiel on fashion wrongdoings is interrupted by what sounds like a loud yell >”WHAT!?” >You all flinch at the sudden ear assault >Uh oh, that sounded like… >Twisting a fingertip in one of her ears Rainbow chuckles >”Oh man, I wonder what Anon did?” >It’s been a while since you heard Luna use her vice-principal voice >Letting out a short whistle Applejack smiles >”Whatever it was, the vic-principal didn’t like it one bit.” >Rarity scrunching her face up looks to the rest of you >”What was that?” >Adjusting her glasses Twilight frowns slightly >”More than likely the sound of Anon’s imminent scolding.” >Oh wow, so many things running through your head >Like how bad you just messed up >Or how bad that banshee like howl pierced your ears >Seriously, you didn’t know a human could be so loud! >You can hear a slight ringing in the background as silence envelopes the room >You didn’t think Luna would take it well, but you didn’t think she’d be so, furious >Her unrelenting angry stare is starting to make you a bit uncomfortable >Taking a deep breath she pinches the ridge of her nose with a less than amused expression >”I somehow doubt that your answer will be satisfactory, but let me ask regardless, what did you mean you met a changeling queen?” >Oh, is that all that she’s angry abo— >She cuts your optimism short as if she can read your mind >”And no, that isn’t the only issue I have with your recent, confession.” >Shit >With her hands forming a Gendo pyramid on the desk she stares at you with slightly less anger present on her face >Better word this very carefully, and do your best to push all the blame on to Chrissy >Since it is her fault anyways >Holding both pointer fingers out in a hold on a sec fashion you take a moment to think on what you’re about to say “Alright, so it all started when I was whisked away by Chrissy, who was disguised as Pinkie, to accompany her to what I think was a magical drug deal.” >You could see Luna’s eye twitch multiple times in your first sentence >Not the greatest of signs >Closing her eyes as she leans back in her chair you almost think she might be getting even angrier, but that’s not possible, right? >God you hope so >”My first thought is that it's starting to become physically difficult for me to not handcuff you to myself so you can’t get into anymore trouble.” >Is it bad that you are actually mildly ok with t— >Wait no, you need to stay on target >”My second thought however, is in need of clarification on what you mean by magical drug deal.” >It seems like Luna’s actually simmered down now as her steely gaze lingers on you >At least you don’t feel like she’s going to bite your head off or anything >Blinking you try to think back more on the deal “Well I was pretty, occupied, with Chrissy while it was going down, but I do remember some stuff.” >With a raised eyebrow Luna asks with what sounds like a bit of venom in her voice >”Were you occupied eating her with your eyes?” >NO! >Yes… >Her hardened visage softens as she shakes her head >”It’s alright Anon, I’ve more than my fair share of experience dealing with changelings. Frankly, I’m surprised you remember anything at all.” >Really? >Sure you were getting a bit heated and all, but you were still mildly in control of you— >Wait, that was when your dick took the wheel… “Well, it was then that I learned they had some plan that was going down on Sunday after they exchanged some red glowy bag full of stuff.” >She seems to perk up after you mention the glowy bag >”Who was it that made the deal with the queen, did you get a name?” >You got more than that! “Yea, Sombra, tall slender looking dude in a trench coat and fedora, real inconspicuous type.” >Bringing a hand to her mouth she looks as to be in deep thought as she mutters to herself >”Sombra, I don’t recall anyone by that name…” >Her eyes seem to drift off into the distance as her muttering goes into inaudible territory >Is she going to be alright? >You’re starting to get a little freaked out by, whatever it is she’s doing >Clearing your throat through a clenched fist you try to get her attention “Yea, so it was after the hospital incident that we figured out something was going down. Since they were doing something at two locations we all split into two different groups to make sure nothing bad happened…” >And as a result you can confidently say that at least your team failed >Don’t know how the others fared though >Here’s hoping they did better! >”Oh yes, the girls didn’t tell me much, but they did let it slip that you all had to visit Flash in the hospital.” >Oh dung >Her eyes look you over like she’s inspecting you >”They said you were wounded, there and at the Fancy Pants warehouse?” >You nod “Yea, emphasis on the were.” >Not that you’re feeling much better, but at least you can move without pain >She nods to herself as she bites her thumb >”You might be like Will then…” >That’s not ominous at all >Shaking her head she refocuses on you >”Anyways, you’ll be filling me in on all the details later, for now we have work to do.” >Getting up she walks to the door >What does she mean? >Aren’t you going to talk more? >Opening the door she turns to you >”Come on, we can’t do it here.” >Again, she says something not at all ominous or concerning >Getting up from the comfort of the cushy chair you trail behind her as she walks out the door >As you cross the threshold you hear the click of the door lock from across the room >Turning around from the entrance to the waiting area she smiles >”Don’t want anyone to interrupt.” >Is she going to fucking murder you or something? >Jesus Christ you never thought you’d be so anxious to be alone with a woman, and that’s saying something with the women you’ve met lately! >As you stand there like a goober Luna makes her way to the couch you were chilling on Friday evening >Taking a seat on the end she beckons you over with a head nod >”Come, relax with me.” >Oh, alright you guess >As your unsure steps draw you nearer she pats her lap >”Lay down, it’ll make things go smoother.” >It’s that statement and the lap patting that makes you stop >Ok what? >You are suddenly a whole other type of anxious “I’m sorry, what are we doing?” >With her hands balled into fists resting on her lap she closes her eyes before responding like an older sister explaining to a younger sibling >”We can continue on with our conversation later during lunch, for now we must deal with the nightmares you’re having.” >Ok, while you don’t mind doing so you don’t really get why you need to lie down in her lap… >As you think of a way to ask that without looking like an idiot, she put on a small pout >”It’s far easier to enter the dreams of another if your heads are touching, this is by far the most comfortable and easiest way to sleep here, so…” >Patting her lap she looks away >”Rest your head here for the convenience of both of us.” >Well, you guess that makes sense >Sitting at the other end of the couch you prepare yourself to, lie down in Luna’s lap >Yep, still sounds weird even in your head >Opting to conserve what little dignity you have left you lie down facing away from her, and all is well and good >At least for a few moments before you feel a hand rest on your head and someone’s breathing tickling your ear >”Anon…” >The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end while you do your best not to just roll off the couch “Y-yes?” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9E6b3swbnWg >You can both hear and feel Luna as she sighs and drags her fingertips over your ear >”I know that you must be having doubts about letting me into your dreams, and…” >Oh yea, you were, but you figure you don’t really need to worry about that since it’s her and all >You don’t really peg her as one to hold things she sees in dreams against you >You hear some sort of a noise, something like a sparkle as you process her words >”Well, for lack of a better way of saying it, thank you for opening your heart to me.” >Heh >You have a little chuckle at her use of that odd phrase again >It’s still a bit weird to actually say something so corny >You feel a bit drowsy as you think back to, what was it, a week ago? >A gentle hand guides your shoulder turning you over onto your back >You can see the ceiling, and Luner >Her eyes seem to be glowing a weird blue color >Weird in that as far as glowy eyes go, they feel pretty comforting >As she stares into your eyes a smirk grows on her face >”Anon, are you by any chance as hard headed as your father?” >You hold a pointer finger up in as actually manner as you can manage >For some reason it’s getting hard to move “I’d hope so, I drank lots of miiilllkk as a kid, so if muh head wasn’t hard I’d be diser disa, sad…” >Talking is also getting really hard >You feel a gentle grasp on your hand as you struggle to keep it up >”Well I wouldn’t worry too much about that if I were you.” >You worry about lots a stuff these days… >You feel a weight on your chest >Is it your hand? >”Goodnight Anon, sleep well.” >Sleep? >That doesn’t sound half bad… >Darkness overtakes your senses as you drift into unconsciousness >Patting Anon’s head with one hand you clutch his with the other >As you spot your old pin in his grasp you can’t help but compare his sleeping face to his father’s >Even though they both grew up in vastly different situations, he’s still so similar to his father >You can’t help feel a bit happy about it, but at the same time there’s an undertone of sadness tickling your heart >Taking a deep breath you mentally steel yourself >Thoughts about what you’ll see when you dive into his mind surface in the silence of your mind >In order to get to the root of Shadowfright’s implanted corruption you’ll need to go deep into the recesses of his head >If several trips deep into people’s psyche have taught you anything it’s that you’re probably going to see a lot of things you’d rather not have thought about Anon >Hopefully you’re still as good at this as you were after your first encounter with the Shadowfright >That was by far the peak of your dream walking abilities >Taking your head out of the past and back into the present you lean down touching your forehead with Anon’s >The feeling of going head first through a watery membrane into a weightless sea of nothing overtakes your senses >Drifting into the familiar dark you scan for any signs of a dream >If memory serves you right you’ll be able to go deeper after passing through his dream >The real problem will be finding the deeper path itself >Hopefully Anon doesn’t share his father’s tendency to have too complex of a mental structure >While his was very clean and labeled well, its winding sterile white corridors were uncomfortable to navigate to say the least >Your trip down memory lane is cut short as you spot a swatch of color in the distance >Time to see what Anon’s Shadowfright induced nightmare is like >As you soar through the emptiness the color begins to become more discernible >Shapes and outlines begin to form in the color patches >Mostly what looks like monolithic shelves adorned with crates and other nondescript boxes lining them >The ceiling comes into being looking almost indistinguishable from the emptiness previous area, save for what look to be lamp heads overhead dotting the blackness >Continuing forward more detail begins to fill the world around you like the spreading of a flame >As the objects begin to achieve a form that would pass as normal at a glance you begin to hear frantic yelling and heavy breathing >No longer floating you try to rush to the source of the sound as quietly as you can >Your hastened footsteps weave you through the twist and turns of this shelved warren until eventually you come to what looks like the center of it all >A wide open circle with empty counter-top displays littering it like a junkyard >However it’s what at the center of even this that demands your attention >A bruised and beaten Anon clad in some form of riot armor swings a short black baton wildly in all directions at a circle of shadowy figures >Clenching your fist at your side as you peek around the corner of a shelf, you have to restrain yourself as you watch the circle ridicule and attack him >You shouldn’t interfere with the main dream, lest he awake prematurely before you purify the corruption deeper within >Even though he doesn’t seem to remember these nightmares the fact does little to alleviate your growing desire to help him >Be strong Anon >Tearing your eyes from the howling and fruitlessly struggling Anon you scan the surrounding area for anything out of place >Passageways deeper into the mind are always located near the most active parts of dreams, and it’s easy to tell that this is so >Since the dreamscape here seems to be centered on a warehouse theme it should be easy to pick out something that doesn’t belong >Your eyes stop as you spot what looks to be a coil of large barbed razor wire blocking off passage to a row of shelves >Something like that certainly fits the bill >There’s only one problem, it’s located on the other side of the large circle >Alright, you’ll just need to do your best not to draw attention to yourself as you cross >You could probably use the countless counters that litter the circle like discarded rubbish to hide your presence >Deciding that is a good plan you start making your way to the outer edge of the circle >Doing your best to go unnoticed you slowly sneak towards the display cases that seem to line the outer ring >You have to be extra careful as you notice the ground is peppered with shards of broken glass >Even with Anon’s yells filling the void, you don’t want to tempt fate >As you dash between countertop displays you also take note of the things inside them and surrounding them >While they seem mostly empty a few have what seem to be discarded security badges of some sort >It’s always the same one that seems to have much more detail than the rest of the world >Perhaps it’s something from a memory? >You do your best to continue thinking thoughts like this to distract yourself from the constant sound of Anon’s yelling and no doubt pummeling he’s receiving >It feels like an eternity of helpless listening, but you eventually reach the other side and your goal >Crouched in front of the razor wire you examine the row of shelves it guards further >There appears to be no boxes on the shelves, instead there’s coiled razor wire and sandbags stacking them >You notice what looks to be pieces of tattered guard uniforms hanging off edges of empty shelves and fluttering on jutting wire >Very odd >Further investigation reveals the shelves themselves seem to span so far back that you can barely see the end >However, squinting you can just make out the shape of something standing in the middle of the walkway >It’s too hard to make out exactly what it is, but you think it may be a door >Which would be very welcome right now as you don’t wish to spend much more time in this place >Looking down you examine the razor wire for a way to remove it easily >Your search proves futile >It’s too high to jump which leaves you with one option >You may not like it, but you already used magic to enter his mind >You’re sure you can keep control if you use just a little >Now, how did it go again? >A memory, or better described as a snapshot of a time past, is dredged from the depths of your mind to remind you of the moment you perfected it >You can’t help but hope that a dire time like that doesn’t occur once more >Holding your hand out with your palm face up you recite your mantra in a voice barely above a whisper “When I am in need I call out to thee, my blade hidden in the darkness beside me, come to me Dream Cutter!” >Materializing out of a blue spark of magic above your hand a hole rips into existence >It’s clear blue, almost glass like, scrapes its way out of the tear in space followed shortly by its almost nonexistent guard and handle >Willing the levitating blade to do so it twirls around above your palm >Everything’s the same >Same interlocking delicate glass blades shimmering in the dim light of this dream >The dark blue core pieces that run perpendicular with each other >Even the somewhat ethereal glow of magic that makes up the entire sword >However, one thing seems off >It seems, bigger than you remember >As if it’s changed from a one handed sword to a one and a half hand one >Or perhaps your memory of it is foggy >Either way, it will do well for slicing through your obstacle >Flicking your arm downwards the blade swings down upon the razor wire cutting it in half cleanly >The two halves snap to the shelves making your pathway clear >Still sharper than needed, good >The blade floats to your side as you walk forward >It doesn’t look like you’ll need to cut through anything else, so you may as well dismi— >An ear piercing screech unlike the past yells of terror cuts your thoughts down before they can finish >Despite knowing you shouldn’t you come to a halt >A voice inside you spurs you to turn around, and you don’t resist the urge >Looking over your shoulder you see a very familiar muscle bound behemoth >He even has the same smile from before >Your hands tighten into fists hard enough that you may draw blood >The last time you saw that monster… >He’s currently the size of a semi-truck and dangling poor Anon by the arm playing with him like a toy >Anon lets out a whimper in pain as the smiling freak examines him >You can't hear it, but you can read his lips >He's pleading for help >The realization causes the voice to return once more >”You won’t just leave him, will you?” >You should >You can’t do anything that would accelerate the conclusion of this nightmare >You can’t fight his nightmare for him… >The voice begins to speak again, but you ignore it as a glint from your side catches your attention >Your sword… >Wait, that’s not bad at all >You may not be able to fight his battle for him, but you could give him a fighting chance >If anything, giving Anon a weapon capable of fighting back might extend this nightmare >Turning around you swipe your arm upward sending your blade soaring high into the air >As it reaches what you think is the ceiling you sharply cut downward with your arm >Your blade glistens in the lamplight as it hurtles towards the unsuspecting monster of a man >With a sound like shears cutting paper the sword slices cleanly through the arm holding Anon up >He falls to the ground as the sword then embeds itself into the ground at his feet >The smiling man recoils holding his now bleeding stump while letting out an inhuman mashup of noise >Turning around you quickly continue down the path towards what you hope is the doorway deeper >That should be more than enough to help, but not enough to draw attention to you >Even as you tell yourself that you can’t stop yourself from running >After all, if you stay here you may actually end this nightmare >Shaking the thoughts of staying out of your head you can finally make out whatever is sitting down the pathway >Standing in the middle of the path looks to be a large grey concrete wall with a heavy black steel door >You think you may know what Anon’s mindscape will look like >Slowing down you stop in front of the façade >The door seems to be slightly ajar >That’s not a good sign >With a façade like this the door should be securely shut >You don’t like what this may imply >Cautiously you push the door open >A bright light overtakes your vision before fading slowly revealing a circular concrete bricked room >You step through the threshold and close the door shut firmly behind you >Don’t want anyone else to be able to walk in so easily >Turning around your examine the room more closely >It is as you guessed; Anon’s mind has seemed to have taken on a prison like structure >Bright lights hang from the ceiling illuminating this depressing area >The room itself seems to be a large circle with a path that continues forward opposite you >Besides the grey concrete there doesn’t seem to be much here other than a few tables you’d expect to see in a prison lunchroom >Several similar steel doors like the one you just passed through adorn the walls of this almost empty room >The only difference being that each door has a heavy padlock and chains attached to them >All except one >A single door to the right is bare as what you guess are its locks and chains lie on the floor beside it >As you walk towards the blank door your shoes *click* and *clack* echoing throughout the empty expanse >Stopping in front of the door you try to see if it has any indication of where it leads >However, it appears that besides not having a large lock or chains on it there are no discernible markings of any kind >Deciding to first check the other path you leave the door >Making your way towards the other path you take note of what looks to be a few snack wrappers left on the table tops >Odd, you wouldn’t think the mindscape would create trash in this environment >Turning the corner you walk a few feet coming to a staircase leading down >It’s not a particularly long trip to the bottom >Stepping off the last step you’re greeted with what you guess is a security booth >The booth itself and the bars next to it seal you off from continuing >You don’t have the time to look for a way past >Quickly summoning another copy of your sword you strike the bars >Only for your blade to stop an inch or so into the bars >That’s a bit surprising >To think that Anon’s mental defenses are this thick, perhaps you will need to find whatever unlocks this gate >Examining the gate reveals that there’s a small box with a rectangular hole in it on the bars >A keyhole of some sort? >Hmm >Turning around you make your way back up the stairs >Looks as though there’s only one path available to you now >Even if you don’t enjoy the premise of rooting around in Anon’s head without direction >Normally you’d ask any entities inside for directions, but this place… >You stop at the top of the stairs as you scan the room >It’s just so empty >Even your head has at least one denizen residing in it, even if you’d rather they not >You don’t know how Anon’s mind is so barren >Perhaps his thoughts hide behind these steel doors? >You stand in front of the blank door once more >Time to find out you suppose >With care you slowly push open the door and into the other side shutting it behind you >Another bright light greets you before fading out this time revealing, a school room? >You currently stand in what looks to be an elementary school room >Small child-sized tables fill the room along with posters depicting celebrities reading books >Is that Ice Cube? >Looking around you see that it’s devoid of any kids or teachers except for one sitting at a small table far in the corner >A small green child that looks suspiciously like another you once knew MEANWHILE >Walking down the side path to home base you stretch a bit >What the heck could be so important that Rhyme boss needed to call you down during the first hour of the day? >You were looking forward to your calculus induced nap… >Pushing open the door reveals a disheveled Rhyme boss as she runs a hand through her Mohawk and reads an ancient leather-bound tome >Strange, doesn’t seem like anyone else is around >Closing the door behind you, you call out to your boss who seems to be muttering to herself “What’s the word boss?” >Your words snap her back to reality as she looks up from the decrepit tome >”Sit.” >Huh? >Did she just use a one word sentence? >That doesn’t bode well >You quickly scramble to your seat “What’s wrong?” >Taking a deep breath Ms. Zecora stares at you from across the table >”Something has seemed to split.” >What? >Does she need to always be so cryptic? “What split?” >She stares into the rippling mirror that tops the table >”I don’t know, but over our plans it casts a shadow.” >Is this something to do with the October event coming up? >You’re startled slightly by the *SLAM* of the door behind you >Whipping your head in the direction of the door you see Time boss, er S— >”I came as soon as I got your message Zecora!” >Running quickly despite still having a few bandages on she takes a seat next to you with a nod before turning to Zecora >”Quickly, show us what you saw before anything changes!” >Wait, are you three going to view another vision? >Turning to Zecora you see her eyes are already glowing >”I will show you what caused my disillusion; hopefully together we can clear up the confusion.” >You already don’t like this . . . >”Where are they, I’m THIS close to sprinting down to the corner store and buying my own fireworks so we can finally get started without them!” >You look to your impatient friend Rainbow Dash as stamps her foot on the ground >Waving her off Sugarcoat plainly answers her >”You’re being over dramatic; they said they’d be here in 20 minutes, 18 minutes ago…” >Rainbow Dash gives her the stink eye before snorting >”If I said 20 minutes, I’d be here in 10.” >She would be here in 10? >You nudge her with your elbow “It would take you THAT long; I thought you were, SPEED ITSELF!” >As you and Sugarcoat snicker at the memory of Rainbow Dash’s horrible one liner she scratches her arm while looking away with a blush >”It sounded cool in my head…” >Sugarcoat, managing to stifle her snickering for a moment, places a hand on Rainbow Dash’s shoulder >”It was cool Dash, if you were in grade school.” >Staring at the ground Rainbow Dash mumbles while walking away >”I’m gonna go get some punch…” >As she wanders off you call out to her “Aw come on, we’re just joking!” >She doesn’t seem to hear you amongst the clamor of the crowd everyone’s making >Turning to Sugarcoat you share a glance “You go check on her while I go on the lookout for the two muscle heads’ return?” >Rolling her eyes with a smile she adjusts her glasses >”If I didn’t know any better I’d swear you were just trying to ditch the emotional rainbow colored baggage on me S—“ >Before she finishes accusing you of something you’d surely never do you hear someone call out to you >”HEY, TIME GIRL, GET OVER HERE!” >With a sigh and a knowing look from Sugarcoat you shake your head >”I’ll go deal with Dash, you get the thug.” >Now you’re getting the short end of the stick… “Deal.” >Separating from Sugarcoat you weave your way through the crowd to the back-end of the area >Smoking a cigarette in the darkened corner with her usual bomber jacket and slightly too tight jeans is none other than Gilda >You give her a friendly wave “Hey Gilda, you know I have a name right?” >Taking a long drag off her cigarette she shakes her head >”Yea I know, but I’m not using it till I feel like you deserve it.” >Typical, but at least she didn’t throw a casual insult your way this time >You open your mouth but stop from saying anything as you notice something odd >Gilda seems to be, nervous >Is something up? >She refuses to look in your direction as she stares at the colorful explosions in the distance >”Though, I uh, I can think of a way you can earn your name…” >Hm? >This is certainly odd, usually Gilda only comes to these get togethers because of Anon >He seems to be the only one she treats with a shred of respect >So whatever it is she wants you to do must be important if she might be willing to call YOU by your name “What’s that?” >Her eyes dart from the sky to somewhere behind you before finally settling on you >”You uh, you know Rainbow Dash right?” >Nodding slowly you wait for her to continue on >She seems to consider her words carefully before resuming >”Do ya, do you think you could give me some advice on how to talk to her?” >W-what? >You can’t help but stare incredulously at her as she begins to panic >”I mean, not that I NEED help or anything! We used to be really tight, but lately we uhh…” >You hold a hand up to stop her >You don’t know their past, but you can empathize with her “Don’t think too hard about it.” >Lord knows that’s all you’ve been doing until recently >Gilda cocks an eyebrow as she takes her cigarette out of her mouth >”What do ya mean?” >You step closer and put a comforting hand on her shoulder “Sometimes, instead of wondering how you should do something you should just do it.” >She furrows her brow as you turn and point to Rainbow Dash over by the punch bowl >Great, looks like luck is on your side as Sugarcoat leaves Rainbow alone >Giving the somewhat confused Gilda a sidelong glance you smirk “You never know, the person you’re fretting over might just be waiting for you.” >You can’t help but think of a certain nerdy boy as you speak from experience >Looking from her cigarette to Rainbow Dash in the crowd she throws the smoking stick to the ground before stomping it out with the heel of her boot >”Ya know what, you’re right!” >You nod as she starts walking towards the rainbow haired target in the crowd “Go get her!” >Giving a thumbs up as she walks away Gilda melts into the crowd >You don’t know fully what the deal is between those two, but hanging out with Anon these past few months you’ve picked up the gist of what it is >Can’t help but feel it’s a bit similar to you… >Shaking your head you clear the thoughts of the past >Have to focus on the now! >First you have to find those two >Walking towards the entrance to the park you make sure to avoid the bulk of the party goers >However, you notice a familiar trio congregated around a lamp post on the outskirts of the party proper as you circle around the boisterous crowd >You give the three a friendly wave as Zecora waves you over >Deciding that you probably still have a bit of time to spare you walk over to say hi >The other two notice and say hello >The taller one with a lighter complexion, Celestia if you remember correctly, greets you first >”Why hello again little magus, how is the 4th treating you?” >Even though you’ve seen them plenty of times outside of their job clothes it still seems odd to see them so casually dressed >Both her and her sister, Luna you believe, seem to be wearing smart fitting dresses that stop just before touching the floor >While Zecora wears what you think is an African take on a loose kimono >You like the patterns it’s adorned with >Not to mention that she looks like a cool ninja or something with one sleeve tucked into the shirt thing below the kimono >Sometimes missing half your arm looks cool you guess >Joining their little huddle you beam a nice smile “Fantastic, how bout you?” >Shrugging slightly she holds her glass of wine >”One of the best I’ve had in years.” >Luna nods while pointing to Zecora >”Zecora was just telling sister and I about the fascinating process in which she’s able to foresee the future, would you like to join us in listening?” >Shaking your head you hold an open palm up “Um, no thanks, I’ve gotten a bit of first-hand experience with it.” >You sneak a peek at the park parking lot where you see a set of head lights “Besides, I think that the guys we’ve been waiting for just arrived, so I will chat with you all later!” >You begin to jog away as you hear the three shout goodbyes behind you >You hate to leave so suddenly, but those two will need help setting up the fireworks if you’re to actually enjoy them before midnight >Rushing over you see a rather large semi-truck with a few people gathered around the back >Waving to them you call out to them “Took you all long enough!” >Anon is the first to hear you as he turns and waves >”Yea, well we picked up a few stragglers on the way here.” >Jabbing his thumb behind him he smiles >”I assume you know these three?” >Stepping out of the back are the three biggest headaches you’ve had the unfortunate luck of knowing >Those sirens >He must see the almost immediate hesitation present on your face >”Hey, they want to play nice already; it’s been what, 9 months now?” >He walks past you towards another car pulling in >Stopping to boop you on the nose his smile widens >”Can’t hold grudges forever; help get them to set up the bangers while I go check on my little Rarity.” >He sighs before shaking his head >”You know that someone else has to reassure her that her dress is just perfect or she’ll be in the car forever.” >You still remember the Christmas party >Rolling your eyes as you shout after him as he walks off “You owe me for this!” >You can hear him shout even as you turn to the three trouble makers >”What else is new?” >You heave a sigh as you walk towards the three sirens and Iron Will who waves >”Hello again tiny time mage.” >You smirk at the American flag t-shirted muscle head “Greetings to you as well patriot man!” >Grabbing a crate of fireworks he snorts with a smile >”I’ll unload, you get the sisters and round up the help to set these bad boys up.” >You turn to the three sirens who all seem to have varying degrees of not wanting to be here on their faces >The blue skinned one looks around unsure >”So, how can we uh, help?” >Well, she seems to want to help somewhat >With as best a smile you can muster you point to the designated set-up zone “Well, it would be a big help if you could carry the crates of fireworks over there.” >She bites her thumb before smiling >”Well I won’t be very good at it, but I know someone who is!” >Spinning on her heel she grabs the uncaring twin tailed girl by the shoulders >”Ariiiii, help me move the boxes with your big strong man arms!” >Ari doesn’t seem to appreciate the blue girl’s plead for help >”I’m only here to watch some nice explosions not help set the-wait a sec, WHO HAS MAN ARMS!?” >The blue girl pulls Ari over towards the pile of crates at the foot of the truck while bickering with her >”You you!” >”I do NOT have man arms!” >You can’t help but smile at the sight >The sound of someone clearing their throat brings your attention behind you >It’s the third siren, the one with poof poof hair >”I know we don’t have the best history, but I wanted to give you my, sincere, apology.” >Oh? >You didn’t think you’d live to see the day >She clutches what looks to be the remains of her broken gemstone necklace in one hand as she stares at the ground >”I’m sorry for what happened, and I…” >You can tell how hard this is for her >Maybe you should just forget about it? >If someone like Gilda can be sorry, you’re sure even THIS girl can be >Clapping your hands together you smile as big and brightly as you can “Consider it water under the bridge!” >She seems visibly stunned as you grab her by the shoulder “Come on, let’s get this stuff set up!” >You forcefully drag her to the increasingly building stack of fireworks as she tries to speak >The next few hours seem to flash by as you set up all the fireworks >Guess it’s a lot more fun if everyone’s enjoying themselves >You’re pretty sure you caught the grumpy twin tailed siren smile a few times >Just as you get the last of the fireworks set you hear clapping from behind you >Turning around you see it’s Anon “Where were you?” >Shrugging he smiles wryly >”Just managed to get Rares out of the car, anyways you all did a very nice job, I think everyone here deserves a glass of punch on me!” >A glass of punch on him? >The twin tailed girl seems to have the same idea as you >”Isn’t the punch free?” >Nodding he scratches his chin >”Yea, yea it is, but I’m going to pour it for you free of charge!” >You aren’t the only one who groans as you follow him to the party >As you follow behind him you can see that the crowd of party goers has gotten noticeably quieter as everyone awaits the fireworks >Anon snaps finger guns to the four of you with a cheesy smile >”I’ll get to pouring your punch right after a little speech.” >Speech? >Before you can ask he rushes to the small podium atop a slight hill >Clearing his throat your and everyone else’s eyes gravitate to him >Crossing his arms he begins to address everyone >”Hey hey everyone, since someone has to do some sort of speech every time we meet up I figured I would this time around.” >Well, he did organize this one >”Besides the whole birth of our nation thing we’re all here for two very important reasons.” >Holding up a pointer finger he smiles >”To see just how pretty magical fireworks are when they blow up!” >You can hear a few woos from the crowd >Looking over you can see it’s mainly Zap, Rainbow Dash, Gilda, Spitfire, and Lightning Dust >You can see a cheeky grin begin to emerge on Anon’s face as he points to the cheering group >”Ayyoooo!” >Laughing a bit he gets back on track with an almost somber look on his face >”But, there’s a much more important reason...” >He gaze searches out among the crowd >”It’s so, when we see each other, our memories aren’t just black moon flashbacks.” >That’s certainly not what you expected >The crowd didn’t seem to expect it either as a hush sweeps over >He lets the statement hang in the air before elaborating >”Not gonna lie, a lot of shit happened to all of us…” >A tangible silence is emanating from the crowd as your eyes wander to those here, or perhaps looking for those not >You can’t help but wonder if maybe you could o— >Anon speaks up cutting through your thoughts like a blade >”But, we’re all stronger because of it, and not to mention that we’re all friends now!” >That elicits a chuckle from someone in the crowd >Scratching the back of his neck he looks to the sky >”But yea, remember the past yadda yadda, let’s make some more new memories that’ll put the New Year’s party to shame!” >Waving his hand in the air with a flourish he smiles as the crowd regains some of its happier mood >”What do ya say we start with blowing some shit up huh?” >A few people begin to clap and before long everyone is as he steps off the podium >Making his way towards you and the punch he gives you a thumbs up >”What ya think, best speech yet at one of these things or what?” >You shake your head as he begins to pour out punch glasses for you and the sirens >The others respond before you can >”It was the best Anon!” >”Oh yea, real A-list material there.” >”It was fine Aria.” >As Anon hands out the glasses he smiles at who you think is Aria >”Aw come on what’s the matter, Aria still sore about everything?” >Taking the punch Aria looks from her glass to him >”You’re lucky I’m thirsty or this punch would be on your face.” >The blue girl, quickly rushes in taking both a glass and Aria’s arm >”Come on; let’s go get a good spot!” >Grumbling, but not resisting they shuffle off towards the front of the crowd >Taking a glass from Anon Adagio shakes her head with a smile >”Why thank you tall, green, and handsome.” >With a dry smile he waves her compliment off >”No problem, figured I’d get everyone drinks before I go hang out with my GIRLFRIEND.” >Pouting slightly Adagio rolls her eyes >”You’re no fun…” >They share a chuckle as she walks off towards the other two sirens >Taking a glass you sip its golden liquid ”Thanks, remind me that I need to start cashing in all the favors you owe me.” >With a chuckle he pours two more glasses >”Alright, start cashing in all the favors I owe you.” >Smartass “Funny.” >He shrugs as he picks the two glasses up >”Hey, I’m not only known for my fantastic looks and incredible humility, but also my sense of humor.” >Taking a sip of one of his cups he lets out a satisfied sigh >”But if you’ll excuse me, I must go see to m’lady about quenching her thirst, I bid you adieu.” >Tipping an imaginary hat you smirk “Far be it for me to keep a knight from tending to his lady.” >He raises a cup to you before heading towards Rarity and her group >How he and her ended up together you’ll never know >Turning around you try to spot a good spot to sit and watch the show from >You spot a particularly barren spot on the side of a hill where only Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest are chatting >They seem like they’d be good company >You quickly make your way over there making sure to announce your presence as you get close “Hey girls.” >Sugarcoat gives you a slight nod while Lemon Zest waves happily >”Yo time boss!” >Before you open your mouth Sugarcoat cuts in with a smirk >”She has a name you know.” >You all make eye contact before laughter forces its way out of the three of you >Stifling your laughter you take a seat beside the two >Taking a sip of punch you turn to the sky as the three of you enjoy the silence before the show >Lemon Zest surprisingly breaks the silence with something that isn’t her music >”Do you think that Sunny and Sour would believe we’re here?” >Huh? >You turn from the slowly blackening night sky to Lemon Zest who still gazes at the horizon >Sugarcoat and you both share a look behind Lemon Zest’s back before you respond “I think they could.” >Nodding Lemon Zest pulls her headphones off >”Yea, I think so too.” >Raising an eyebrow at Sugarcoat you mouth “Is she O K?” >She shrugs before turning to Lemon Zest >”Where’d that come from?” >Lemon Zest opens her mouth before her face is illuminated by a bright light of color *BOOM* >The fireworks tears your attention from her as they sprinkle the night sky with splashes of color >It’s truly captivating >Though you can’t help but hear from beside you in between the explosions >”I miss them…” >Regaining your regular senses once more you feel your mind ease back into your body >Along with the feeling of suddenly jerking from one vessel to the next you get the normal post-vision headache >However, through the mental pain there’s only one thing on your mind “That was me; the person we saw that through was me…” >Indigo slams the table surface with both palms >”What was that Zecora!?” >Zecora’s face is stone still as she peers deeply into the pool like mirror table >With a screech of the chair against concrete Indigo stands >”You said your visions were always right yea?” >She did, and they should be >You’ve done your research on her >Besides coming from a long line of shaman, you’ve confirmed her visions with your own eyes >Several times you’ve seen events play out exactly as foreseen during the summer no matter what you did to try and alter them >You were beginning to wonder if they’re absolute predictions, but if they are… >Then you don’t know what to say about this deviation >Was it a fluke, or… >The silence in the room is deafening as you try to work out what you’ve seen >Snapping back and forth between you and Zecora Indigo points to the mirror >”If that’s so, then why did we just see what we did!?” >She massages both her temples before pointing to Zecora >”Why are YOU missing an arm all of a sudden, and where are Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet!?” >You don’t want to assume the worst, but given Lemon Zest’s detached nature… >You can’t help but think the worst >Pointing to her eye she seems to be getting more and more distraught >”Why didn’t I have a scar over my eye anymore!?” >She seems just about ready to start tearing her hair out or smashing something in anger >”Even that green guy, Anon or whatever, even he was with someone else!” >Indigo points to you as you stare into your own reflection >”Unless I’m remembering another dolled up diva that looks just like her that was in the crowd at that New Year’s party!” >She’s not, you saw it clearly >Whoever was currently, engaging, with Anon was definitely not this Rarity >You may not know their names or faces well, but you distinctly remember someone being a bit over dressed in the New Year’s party crowd >Not to mention that whoever you were seeing through didn’t have white skin >Pacing in a line Indigo tries to calm down >She however fails to do so as her eyes dart back to you and Zecora >”How are you two so calm when EVERYTHING has changed!?” >Less calm, and more flabbergasted >Though she’s right, you better step up and calm her down “It’s not as though we expected this, quite the opposite actually.” >Both their gazes snap to you as you steadily get up >”So what happened?” >Scratching your chin multiple thoughts on to what you just saw run through your head, but all of them really only reach the same hypothesis >Something happened that changed the future “I don’t know, but whatever it is caused a ripple to change everything.” >The ripples in the mirror seem to stand out even more as you look to them in a vain attempt to garner answers “Whatever it is, it can’t possibly be good…” >You can’t even imagine what could cause such a ripple in time >Until now, you thought time was unalterable >Perhaps it has something to do with the black moon? >Indigo seems to have gotten a bit of a hold on herself now that you’re speaking as she leans over the mirror table supported by the flat of her palms >With a steady gaze leveled at you and Zecora she says the million dollar question >”So then, what do we do about this?” . . . >This place seems nice >Can’t help but notice how at odds it is with the prison look the rest of the place has >Though peering out the large window on the door you can see what looks to be school hallways >Odd >Turning your attention back to the boy in the corner you assume is Anon >Your memory might be a bit hazy, but you’re pretty sure that’s his 6 year old self >He even has the cute chubby cheeks from back then! >You feel the urge to rush over and pinch him rise in your stomach just at the sight of him >It seems like at any moment he look up and say hello to his big sister Lulu! >Letting out a sigh you cherish the memory >It seems like such a long time ago now >You’ve almost forgotten about it yourself, but seeing the mini-Anon seems to have brought up a few old memories >Thinking about them though make you feel just a bit worse with the state of things outside this little bubble >How, until last Friday, Anon had treated you as strangers >Makes you wonder if… >Shaking your head you refocus on the task at hand >Need to find a way through that gate >Giving a cursory glance around the room you don’t see anything you think could help you right now >Everything seems to be slightly detailed, but ultimately closer inspection reveals gibberish and squiggles written where words should be >Well, on everything except the READ poster >Perhaps Anon had a soft spot for Ice Cube? >Looks as though the only thing you can do right now is talk to the young Anon >Walking up you prepare yourself for anything >Just because he’s small and cute doesn’t mean he’ll act like a, wait is he coloring? >Standing a little away from him you get a closer look at his artwork http://imgur.com/WAs1ZUp >It looks to be two stick figures standing around a table >The shorter blue one has rainbow hair while larger green one has on an apron >How adorable! >The green one even has a chef hat on as he puts a plate on the table! >As you internally coo over the small Anon’s childish work of art you feel a sudden faintness >Furrowing your brow you rub your temple before a sudden flash assaults your eyes >Almost like an aggressive force entering your mind, all your senses seem to be overtaken >You can hear a sizzle and smell cooked meat as you open an oven >The scent of fresh toast tickles your nose as you press bacon between pieces of paper towel >With a faint aroma of orange in the air as you sit at the table you squeeze your eyes shut before realizing you’re back in the elementary room standing above Anon >Rubbing your eyes you wonder if that was a bit of the dream leaking into wherever you are >However it doesn’t seem like it as your surroundings stay the same >Well, that was certainly something >You don’t know how to accurately describe what, but it was something >Perhaps you should just ask tiny Anon? >Stepping behind the little tyke you tap him on the shoulder “What are you drawing little one?” >Without stopping his doodling he answers matter-of-factly >”Stuff.” >How, esoteric >Placing a hand on a miniature chair you pull it out slightly before stopping “Do you mind if I sit next to you?” >Giving an uninterested answer he continues diligently filling out his work of art >”Sure.” >With as much grace as you can manage you huddle as comfortably as you can on the plastic stool >You wonder if he responds in one word answers because he’s busy or because he was designed to >There’s an easy way to figure out http://imgur.com/yTpPRS8 >Looking at a few of the other pictures scattered around him you pick one at random off the table “Do you like to draw a lot?” >You brace yourself for another assault on your senses as you further examine the picture you picked up, but nothing happens >Well, you do feel a bit warmer >As if you had a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you >The picture itself seems to be a crude representation of the top of someone’s head as they hug someone >Quite odd >You’re brought out of your inspection of the art by Anon’s childish voice >”I guess so; I like it better than homework.” >You can’t help but smile as he looks up from his crayon with a scrunched up face >”Teacher says I don’t have to do homework if I draw.” >You nod while placing the paper back where it was “A good reason to draw as any.” >He grunts before going back to work on his drawing >He seems to have given it more detail >Instead of just a table it now looks like the beginnings of a kitchen >You quickly look away before anything else happens instead focusing on his head >You don’t seem to be getting anywhere in the “figuring out what these drawings are” line of questioning >Perhaps you should go about a roundabout way of asking? >You scan over the pictures taking note of a few interesting ones >Those being; one that seems to be a hoodie with ominous green eyes in its black hood drawn face, another depicting what you think is a caped wizard laughing, and finally one with another odd face with bright white eyes >Just skimming over the first picture makes the hairs on your neck stand on end, while the second one makes you feel warm, but inside this time >The final picture fills you with a sense of calm >You think you’re beginning to put together what these pictures are, but you’re not sure “Do you have any more drawings?” >Anon looks up from his paper before pointing to the book shelf behind him >”I put them in binders for later, you can look if you want.” >And look you shall >Getting up from the stool you saunter over to the bookshelf >It’s packed to the brim with different colored binders >None of them marked though >Deciding to take one from the lower shelf you set it down on the small hutch beside you >Inspecting the front reveals it doesn’t have any labels as well >Flipping open to a random page you’re met with a simplistic rendition of what you’re pretty sure is a weight room >As you inspect the drawing you feel an alien sensation wash over you once more >The pungent stench of sweat permeates the air as you feel a weight pressing down on your chest >The sight of a loaded barbell raising and lowering enters your vision before the sound of rustling metal plates >Due to the explosive movement of your arms they rattle in place with each rep >It’s as you rack that you hear music begin to seep into your ears https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dHSnqQ-RFWA >Relief washes through you as you sit up >You’re alone in the weight room >Reaching for your trusty water bottle you glug down a mouthful of water before a smile tugs at your lips >Everything will be ok >You can already feel your chest and arms straining from a long day’s effort, but you feel incredible >This, this is something you can do >This is something you will do >Wiping the sweat from your brow you get up to load on more weight >Just you weight, you’ll be the strongest in no time >A chuckle escapes your smile as you grab the tens >In a blink of your eyes you come back to your senses once more >So that’s how it is… >You look back down at the crayon rendition >If all these binders lining the shelf are filled with images like this, well you’re pretty sure you know what they are >Even after reliving the memory you feel the slight afterglow of a good workout within you >This must be an especially good memory… >Closing the binder and sliding it back into place you look over the bookshelf one more time >It only takes a moment, but you notice the binders all begin to change >Some look more rough and bland, while others, particularly the ones near the top right, look vibrant with bright colors >You suppose it’d be hard to think of the past week or so as plain >It’s as your eyes skim the rest of the bookshelf that you notice something out of place >Besides a couple of holes in the wall of binders there appear to be, dvd cases? >Picking one of them up you try to see if it’s labeled in any way >The only label is on a piece of masking tape adorned with “YYH S1” >YYH? >You have no idea what that could stand for >As you turn over the otherwise blank case in your hand Anon speaks up >”Do you wanna watch cartoons with me too?” >Slightly startled by the sudden noise you hug the case to your chest tightly before composing yourself >Turning around you can see the visible excitement on his face as he hopefully stares at you >You almost answer him before you realize something first “Have you watched cartoons with someone else?” >He nods before turning around fully in his chair >”Mhmm, a big kid sometimes likes to watch them with me, and a funny guy has been watching them all the time!” >A big kid and a funny guy? >”The funny guy even watches them until I go home sometimes!” >The mystery man stays until Anon leaves? >That seems rather, peculiar, to say the least >Resting a hand on your hip you ask “Do you know the funny man’s name?” >Scratching his head Anon smiles suddenly >”Yea, Doritos, wait, Dairy Queen, no, donut hole!” >Well, that’s something you definitely only remember now that he’s said it >The boy couldn’t remember anyone’s name unless he was saying all the time >You still remember being called big sis Tuna for the longest time >He seems to realize his failing as his cute little face scrunches up >”Sorry, he brings snacks a lot…” >You can’t help but feel a little like dotting on him when he’s like that >Crouching down you offer up a reassuring smile as you pat him on the shoulder “That’s alright; I suppose you’re hungry aren’t you?” >Looking away he shrugs >”Only when I see him have so many snacks, but he shares em so I guess it’s ok.” >You nod before scratching your chin >So he ddoesn’t know the name of one of two entities that visit him, but you know that the funny one seems to have copious amounts of snacks and likes watching cartoons with Anon >Perhaps he’s the fellow leaving wrappers outside? >Though that does leave you with one more question “Do you happen to know the big kid’s name?” >His eyes light up as he smiles a wide toothy grin >”Mhmm, his name is easy to remember!” >The urge to pinch his puffy cheeks is growing once more, but you manage to keep it in check “Is that so?” >He nods with several grunts of confirmation >”Yep, because he shares my name!” >Oh, well that’s slightly unexpected >Usually if someone has a representation of themselves in their own head they limit it to one >You can’t recall anyone who’s had more than one of themselves in their own head >Besides, arguably, yourself “Wow, do you think he copied you?” >Anon shakes his head with his smile never waning >”No, he said it’s a name for cool guys.” >He points to himself proudly >”So he said that of course we’d both be named Anon!” >Talk about patting yourself on the back >You find a smile of your own pulling at your lips as he hums to himself before getting back to drawing >His childish excitement comes through loud and clear as he mutters something under his breath >”Yea, I’m cool…” >It’s good to see even though his persona has changed with age that his inner thoughts can still be so jubilant >Reminds you of the almost perpetual grin he used to have on his face around Igi >You have to mentally reel yourself in from drifting too far off target as memories try to force their way to the forefront of your mind >You should learn more about both the funny mystery man, and the other Anon >Perhaps starting with other Anon… “So if you and the funny man watch cartoons, what does the other Anon do with you?” >He fingers through the pile of crayons next to him as he purses his lips >”He mostly likes to watch me draw and stuff.” >So the older version watches over the younger? >Is there a reason? “So he likes your drawings?” >Anon younger nods as he picks a purple crayon >”Yea, he looks through my drawings a lot.” >So the other Anon likes to look through his memories? >You’re beginning to wonder just what this older version is up to >Maybe you can find out through the memories he browses? >Only one way to find out “Do you know what his favorite drawings are?” >Anon cuter stops drawing for a moment before glancing towards the large desk at the front of the classroom >”He keeps a book for the ones he said teacher would really like.” >Like a greatest hits of Anon’s memory? >Anon the munchkin’s face seems to deflate a bit as he looks down at his work >”It also has all the ones he said I shouldn’t look at anymore.” >Really now? >Is this how Anon represses memories? >Crouching down you place a hand on the tiny Anon’s shoulder “Would you mind if I had a peek at them?” >His eyes shift from you to the desk before he scratches his head >”I don’t know, Anon said that only he and Teacher should see those…” >Only a teacher or other Anon? >Well you have an easy solution to that “That’s alright, I’m the vice-principal!” >Anon junior gives you a very concerning deadpan stare >”A, what?” >Did he really not know what a vice-princ— >What are you thinking? >He already could barely remember names, remembering the titles of staff he probably never sees isn’t really that likely >Alright improvise! “It’s like, the teacher’s teacher!” >He nods with understanding clear on his little pudgy mug >”Oh ok, that makes sense!” >He points to the desk he looked at earlier >”It’s a big book in the desk.” >You nod before standing up “Alright, I’m going to take a look at your work.” >You notice him somewhat freeze up as you say this >Before heading off you alleviate his anxiety “Don’t worry; I won’t grade it, even though I think you draw rather well.” >He visibly relaxes as you mention not grading him before looking away >With a sigh he looks away with a wry smile >”Everybody says that…” >You resist the urge to pat his head as he stares down at the table “It’s only because it’s true.” >Tiny tot Anon throws his hands up in the air before running them through his hair >”Aggghh what are you Dad?!” >You chuckle to yourself at the somewhat pouty little boy in front of you >That’s definitely something Igi would say >It’s easy to forget that not so long ago Anon was embarrassed like this by everyone >Just seeing Anon as an adorable little tyke trying to shrug off your praise again is really bringing you back >But it’s so hard to resist complimenting such a cute baby bo— >Alright, maybe it’s time to stop >After all, Anon isn’t a baby anymore >Even if this one is… >You wave off his frustration as you turn back to the desk “He’s right you know, but don’t mind me, you can go back to drawing in peace.” >With puffed cheeks he goes back to coloring in something with his purple crayon in hand >You can hear him mutter to himself as you walk towards the desk >Stopping next to the desk itself you examine it >Cluttered atop it are several loosely detailed things you’d expect on a teacher’s desk >An apple, a nameplate with the name smudged, a mug full of pencils, and a placemat with a folder atop it >The nameplate doesn’t really surprise you considering where you are >Inspecting behind the desk reveals a single cupboard door >You pull it open to find a large leather-bound book slumped against the side >Taking the book out you place it on the desk placemat >Upon further examination of the book you immediately notice how detailed it is in comparison to everything else in the room >It’s very weathered with some of the leather seemingly rubbed through revealing the bare book cover beneath >There also seems to be the remnants of what you think was a golden leaf border along with some wri— >Oh god, you recognize this book… >Flipping it over confirms your suspicion as you see a small burn mark near the spine >You completely forgot about this old thing >You thought Igi did too, but he must not have if Anon’s seen it >Running your fingers across the old leather you feel a horde of memories pine for the spotlight in your mind >The pawnshop you eyeballed this beautiful book in, the half smirk of that knucklehead when he gave it to you, the trials you’ve faced with this in hand, the victories shared with friends, the midwinter night’s dream you shared when you finally kis— >A droplet hits the back cover followed by another as your vision becomes fuzzy >Your leaky eyes snap you back to reality >This, this is not something you needed to see right now >Wiping away the tears you try your best to get ahold of yourself >You’re here for a reason; you don’t have the luxury of time to cry >You only have the time to be a big girl >Snorting you turn the book back over as you prepare yourself >You have a feeling these are no-doubt memories about him >Perhaps even the memories of yourself and sister >It’s obvious you won’t be able to stand experiencing so many memories if even a third of them have to do with him >So you’ll need to clear your head and focus if you don’t want to be drawn into the pictures >What were Kibitz’s old sayings? >Closing your eyes you try to recall the old words that helped to sharpen your focus like a blade so long ago >It takes you a moment to recall the dead language >Under your breath you begin to recite the adages of Kibitz’s you can remember “Aliis Vivere…” >Like a sputtering light you can feel your real focus “ignite” like a candle “Si Vis Pachem Para Bellum…” >Your mind begins to clear as your unnecessary thoughts quietly fade away from the light “Allere Flammam Veritatis…” >The flame that is your focus collapses in on itself causing it to intensify in strength “Nam veritas liberabit vos.” >With the final words ringing throughout your mind you feel the concentration of yesteryear fully actualize >Your mind is quiet as the spine of the leather-bound book creaks from your intrusion of its pages >All the familiar markings of the first page are there, but they do not bother you, much >You almost daintily grasp the yellowed page as your eyes begin to wander >With a flex of willpower you jerk them back to your hand >You must not linger >You are here for the pictures, and you will not delay >With a heavy hand you force the page to flip >The first two pictures taped to their own individual pages greet you >They all seem to invite you to get lost in their sensation overriding spell, but you stay resolute as your mind refuses the invitation >It’s after you reject their pull do you notice something odd >These pictures seem to both have vivid photo-realistic qualities >Perhaps, more attention was given to them? >Before you get too caught up in examining them further you begin flipping through the pages rapidly >All cry out for attention, but you deny each of them, instead only processing what they represent before moving on >The bulk of this first chunk of the book appear to be random snippets of a happy Anon with his parents >That, does not surprise you >It appears he really is locking those memories away >As you near the middle you find inter-spliced pictures with quite a few more people interacting with Anon >Friends, you’d wager just by how frequently they appear >Though you do see two more tall figures in the background of a few of these you believe to be hazy renditions of sister and yourself accompanying his parents >Guess you were right about why he seems to treat you and sister like strangers >Not that you blame him, you’re only present with Igi… >Your hand hesitates at the thought, but only for a moment >You resume your quick inspection for the book making note of the change in the pages >The pictures are still the same, but the pages seem to take on a darker hue >What looks like scribbles with black pen can be seen in the slightly darker paper along with a few splotches of ink >The somewhat unnoticeable little chicken scratches that pepper the pages quickly spiral into large angry black clouds of swirled pen strokes that almost encroach on the pictures taped to said pages as you continue >Until, just as suddenly as they appeared, they stop appearing on any of the pages >The two pictures where they stop appear to be of two people standing in front of a long black car and of a ceiling? >Even in your focus you can feel something as your fingers pinch the next page >You can’t quite place the feeling, but it must be quite strong if you feel it >It feels like it may perhaps be some mix of anger and, something? >It’s only a vague feeling, but it’s there none the less >You almost don’t want to turn the page, but you know that to truly understand what the older Anon is you must see all there is in this book >Steeling yourself for whatever may come you flip the page >Oh… http://imgur.com/cMA3R8P https://youtu.be/-YqKyfaipaA?t=1m30s >The sheer sight of what lies on these pages causes a feeling of absolute revulsion to brew within you >Pools of black ink threaten to flow from the pages as the claw like markings of black pulse >The pictures are almost completely blotted out by the various scratches and gouges that cover them >You can make out that these are pictures of a single person, but of who… >The longer you gaze at it you begin to notice what lies atop the ink wounds >Oh god >You don’t know what that is, but you can hear it >*Ch-chunk* >A blob of ink given tangible form that somehow assaults your mind with its heartbeat like pounding >As though it were probing your head with its unbearable screams >*Ch-chunk**ch-chunk* >Spots of neon pink flow from the congealed mess outwards towards the page’s edges as it beats like a corrupted heart >*Ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* >You don’t know how it’s getting through to you so clearly >*Ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* >Its rage >*Ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* >The pure unbridled feeling of animosity >*Ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* >You feel like throwing the monstrous amalgamation away just to put some distance between you and it >*Ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* *ch-chunk**ch-chunk* >The beating causes you physical pain >*Ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk* >YOU NEED TO DO SOMETHING >*Ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk* >ANYTHING TO MAKE IT STOP >*Ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk* >EVeRyONe WILl FeEL mY RAgE >With a burst of lucidity you practically tear the pages flipping past the black ichor >Almost immediately after the page flips the beating stops, along with the foreign thoughts in your head >You stand back from the book as you try to regain your composure >The rapid beating of your heart is making it hard to steady your now trembling hands >You wipe your now sweaty brow as you take deep breaths >A multitude of questions fly around your head in a flurry >The most important one causing the biggest ruckus in your mind now however… >Just what in the hell was that THING?! >You may not have dream walked in a bit so you’re rusty, that’s a given >That THING however… >You don’t remember anything in other peoples’ mind that affected you so, viscerally >You can’t even begin to hypothesize on what exactly it is or where it came from >It’s just so, alien >You stare at the open book your eyes settling on the new defaced pictures >Even under their ink wounds they call out and invite you to partake in them >You stroke your chin with your slightly shaky hand as you contemplate >You’re at least sure it’s a repressed memory, a magically charged one at that >Perhaps this is Shadowfright’s handy work? >No no, this isn’t Shadowfright’s style >Not only that, but considering what Will said about him being weakened, it doesn’t make sense it’d be so powerful either >Not to mention that this thing is buried within the desk >No matter how powerful it is, a repressed memory can only affect someone if it’s actively being visited while they’re conscious >So who could’ve put that there? >For that matter, why even go through the trouble of putting it in Anon’s head? >You’re quite certain that to pull whatever made that thing off it’d require a massive amount of magic >Just what have you been up to Anon? >You shake your head before closing the book >You can wonder about that later, for now you have a much bigger problem >Do you or do you not put this book back where it was? >You stare at the leather-bound book as you grasp it with a steady hand >While you know that taking repressed memories and forcing them back into the regular annals of someone’s consciousness isn’t always a great idea you do think it may help Anon >Or at least you did think so, until you saw whatever that beating thing was >The last time you forcibly reintroduced repressed memories in someone’s mind it didn’t have any notable effects for quite some time >It was only when those memories came up in conversation did they even actually realize they remembered them >Suppose you should look at it as more akin to letting the repressed memories have a much easier chance to spark their flame when the opportunity arises >As opposed to the need for their usual hyper specific trigger that might cause someone to remember a repressed memory >But even with that in mind… >Your eyes inadvertently drift to the burnt corner of the spine >There’s no telling what effects that black beating could have on him >You have absolutely no reference for it >It’d be completely irresponsible of you to force this back into his memories proper >Yet a small part of you can’t help but want to just on the small chance he’ll treat you like he used to >Just to hear him address you and sister with an air of familiarity instead of his usual awkward distance >You’re sure these memories would help make him more comfortable around the two of you, but with that single pair of pages… >Should you really? >No, not until you find out more >You can’t in good conscious expose Anon to the danger whatever that thing no doubt will give >Deciding that it’s for the best you place the accursed book back into its cabinet >Guess it’s time to make your way back to Anon’s mind structure >While you step out from behind the desk your mind can’t help but wander as you ponder what to do >The older Anon is more than likely some sort of manifestation of his rage if those memories are any indication >Hopefully he didn’t cause whatever the mystery thing was >You need to go deeper and root out Shadowfright’s corruption before you can even attempt to deal with the headache both the older Anon and what was in the book will no doubt be >It’s only as you stand in front of the door do you realize you haven’t found a way through that locked gate >You could try to force your way through it, but giving it a second thought, you don’t think it wise to cut through his mind leaving a trail straight through it >If the other Anon was able to get past, perhaps there’s something in this room that’ll give you access to the deeper recesses of his mind? >You have a hunch you just need to find something that’ll fit in that box on the g— >”Are you leaving?” >The unexpected voice causes you to jump a little before you remember that tiny tot Anon is still in the room with you >Need to remember not to forget when you’re in others’ presence so much >Turning around you nod “Only for a bit, I have to, visit the ladies room.” >He nods before pointing to your left >”Don’t forget the bathroom pass then, teacher always has to remind me.” >Bathroom pass? >Turning to your left you notice a bulletin board with several undefined leaflets plastered about it >However, at the bottom of the board there are two hooks >One is empty while on the other hangs a rectangular piece of paper >Taking the laminated paper slip off the hook you take note of its label written out with big bold letters >BATHROOM PASS 2 >Hm, if you were to guess you’d say this might be what you need to get past the locked gate >At least it seems like it considering that not only did cuddly child Anon point it out to you, but that this is the second of two passes >The other pass is nowhere to be found >Maybe that’s how the older Anon gets around? >You stop yourself from thinking further on it and instead trust your gut feeling >Turning back to the miniature artist you give him a smile and a wave “I’ll be back soon Anon.” >He looks up from his paper and smiles >”See you later!” >You cherish the sight of the beaming little Anon for a moment before leaving >It’s always nice to see him smile, even if it is just a representation of his mind’s functions >As you exit out the door into the school hallway the bright light from before blinds you for a moment before the drab prison interior greets you once more >At least nothing’s changed in the short time you left >You can’t stand when peoples’ minds shift around >Speaking of shifting minds, time to focus >You need to see if the bathroom pass fits in that gate >Hopefully you won’t need to resort to other methods of bypassing his mental barriers >You look down to the clipped paper slip on your collar only to find, an id card? >It reads; LEVEL 2 CLEARANCE >Well, you suppose expecting a bathroom pass to open a locked gate in a prison was a bit of a stretch >You shrug to no one as you make your way hastily towards the locked gate >While you don’t think you’re too pressed for time being in Anon’s mind proper and all, you don’t want to take too long >The longer he has to suffer through the nightmare is the longer it lingers on your conscious >After descending the stairs you march up to the still unoccupied security booth and gate >Unclipping the ID card and crossing your fingers you insert the card into the black gate box >A mechanical *Click* emits from the box before the gate swings slightly ajar >Huzzah, it seems that fate smiles upon you today! >Taking the ID card out you push the gate open and stroll through to the other side >You quickly close it behind you before turning the corner in front of you >A long winding hallway adorned with similar doors as to the ones you entered through fill your vision >You can see that at the end of the hallway there appears to be another open area >This is quite the passage >You don’t know whether to peek behind each door or skip past them to the open area ahead >Suppose it wouldn’t hurt to look through one door >While you don’t like the thought of wandering aimlessly through Anon’s mind you do need to get some idea of what’s behind each door >You walk up to the first door on your right >Steeling yourself you prepare for what lies behind the steel seal of his mind >Pushing the door open you’re met with the blinding light for a moment before seeing, your kitchen? >That’s not the only thing you notice as you shiver slightly feeling a bit chilly >Why is it so cold? >Looking down you appear to be scantily clad in a rather titillating pair of lingerie >WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CLOTHES!? >You hear voices to your left as you try and fail to cover yourself >”I know how much you’ve been staring at me since we brought you to Canterlot, and I just want to say that I stare too, a lot.” >”At first I just wanted to beat you, but ever since our fight I can’t help want to beat something else FOR you…” >”I just want to feed my big, strong, sexy man chicken tendies before I chow down on his green tendie.” >”I agree with Dagi, I wanna suck on your tootsie pop until the stick disintegrates!” >”I want you even more now that I know just how POWERFUL of a king you’d be; please consummate your rule over us all right here, right now!” >”Even the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie cannot resist your charm Anon; so please, help make Trixie’s virginity, DISAPPEAR!” >”I couldn’t stop looking at your great bod dweeb, it’s your fault I wanna fuck so much; are you gonna take responsibility?” >”It pains me to say it but I actually agree with the ruffian. I just haven’t been able to focus since I’ve seen just how BIG you really are.” >”Dang right, ah’d say you’re pretty much the only thing on our minds now a days my dear Carlito.” >”How couldn’t he be, Nonnypoo is such a stud muffin.” >”More like a hotty shake with extra protein; I can’t wait to slurp you down like I should’ve after we got shakes at the mall!” >”I’ve wanted him to rub his body against mine ever since I returned his water bottle.” >”Anon-kun use me like an onahole until I have the cognitive function of one!” >”If you’re taking requests could you, pleasetiemedownanddominatemelikeawolfinheatuntilyouimprintyourscentonmeandpaintmyinsideswhitewithyourstickylovejuice… I-if you don’t mind that is…” http://imgur.com/ZkbibAY >Turning towards the horde of sensual voices you spy an equally big horde of sexily dressed women >Wait, you recognize most of them! >There are the girls you asked to keep an eye on him as well as the three sirens that got the drop on you >Even sister is among them! >Though you don’t know who the green haired women with holey knee socks on is >Though you know she needs to wear more than neon green knee socks and band aids! >Is that Ms Lulamooon and Gilda? >In the middle of this mass of women is Anon dressed in nothing but his boxer-briefs >He’s currently trying to retreat from the mob onto the counter >He seems, shinier then you remember >Almost like somebody oiled him up >”No, no don’t do it!” >The gang of women all crowd around him and close in as he waves his arms at them >”No no no…I’m a virgin!” >In a slur of moans and giggles the practically drooling throng takes him down to the ground like a George Romero movie >You can hear him protesting as the only visible part of him, his arm, sinks into the writhing gaggle of women >”Ahhhhhhh, no nooooo!” >Sister seems to spot you and exits the festivities rushing over to you >”Come on Lulu, we’ve got to sink our teeth into him while we ca—“ *SLAP* >Your hand seems to move without your thoughts slapping your sister across the face >With that you turn around and exit >You’re blinded for a moment before you end up back in the white bricked hallway >Taking a deep breath you hold it in for a moment before exhaling slowly >Teenagers… >You’re just going to pretend you didn’t see that >Can’t hold Anon accountable for all the hormones swimming around his head >At least you know not to poke around the doors in this hallway now >As far as dreams in the making that one was pretty tame >All things considered you’re lucky it was so mild for a yet unrefined dream >You still shutter when you think of Emperor Evil and Platinum Mettle’s fight for Canterlot >Shaking the thoughts of the absolute horror that was Will’s thoughts as a teenager from your head you begin to make your way down the hallway >Only the noise of your shoes with their rhythmic *click-clack* fills the silence >As you pass by several iterations of the door you just went through you can see the open area more clearly >Doesn’t seem to be anything in there >Odd >Once you finally pass through the long stretch of hallway you’re greeted with a much larger room than you expected >A brick dome ceiling overhead encases a flat expanse populated only by a few doors spread out widely apart on the wall several yards in front of you >Looking beside you there only appears to be empty wall >Well except for another door >This one catches your attention by virtue of just how much it doesn’t belong here >Instead of a heavy steel door, reminiscent of something you’d see in Alcatraz, it’s a door made of several steel signs and siding welded together >The beat-up graffitied stop sign stands out the most on this makeshift door >You haven’t ever seen a conflicting style in someone’s mind except for once, and you’re pretty sure Anon hasn’t connected his mind with someone else’s >So now you have to add this mystery door to the list of things to keep an eye on for Anon >With caution you creep towards the mismatched door >Besides the obvious physical difference you’re getting something else >Something akin to the connections Igi and you were able to develop during the “golden years” of SIS >Yet something feels, different… >You can’t quite put it into words >The closest way you could describe it is, stronger >There’s a clear feeling of, otherness radiating from the door >Like the otherness from way back when, but perhaps, more refined? >Whatever it is, you don’t like it >As you stand in front of the eyesore and inspect it further you notice something else odd >This door has no handle, or anything to grip for that matter >Giving it a test push to see if it opens you meet heavy resistance as it refuses to budge an inch >You don’t know whether to feel alright because it doesn’t open or even more worried as to why the door that doesn’t open is here in the first place >Best not to dwell on it any longer for now, you can always check up on Anon’s mind later >For now you need to find a way deeper down into Anon’s mind >If Shadowfright is anything like he was in the past his corruption will lie just below the subconscious line >Turning around you head towards the row of doors opposite of you to get a closer look >Crossing over to the other side you can already see one door is slightly bigger than the others >The biggest door sits situated in the middle of the wall with three doors to its left and four to its right >Heading to that one first you look for any signs of what lies behind it >Unfortunately, like the rest of this place, it is unmarked >Though you do make note of a large keyhole located in the middle of the oversized hatch wheel embedded in the door >Seems as though this might be the ticket >Even though you expect you already know the answer you still try to turn the hatch wheel without the key >Locked… >Alright, time to inspect the, seven other doors lined up next to this one >Perhaps you can find the key or the elusive older Anon? >Starting with the one on the immediate left you grab for the hatch wheel only to hear the rustle of chains >Blinking you look down to see something that wasn’t there a moment ago >The hatch wheel on this door has multiple interlocking ethereal chains covering the entire door >Sealing both the chains and door shut is a heavy-duty padlock sitting atop the hatch wheel >Alright, you’re starting to get the feeling that something will stop most of these doors from opening >You peer at the other two to the left and see that they too have a semi-transparent web of interlocking chains encasing them >Turning to the right you look for ANY doors free of chains >All of them seem to be bound with the ghost-like chains keeping them shut with the exception of the farthest door >With a sigh you calmly walk towards the only door you may have the option of opening >As you do though you notice that the only door without chains is directly across from the ill-fitting door on the other side of the room >Another thing to be concerned about you’re sure >Grabbing hold of the hatch wheel you give it a powerful twist, and to your relief, it spins causing the hatch dogs to groan as they unclamp their vice grip >Dusting your hands off with a satisfied smile you nod >Now this is more than likely where the older Anon is >Hopefully he’ll be as pleasant as the smaller cutie >Though if what’s in that book is any indicator… >Suppose it’d be best to be ready for a fight just in case >Gripping the hatch wheel once more you push the door open >Like before your vision is temporarily forfeit as white overtakes it >Before you regain it your ears pick up a distinctive *clang* >It repeats in a steady rhythm as you rub your eyes *Clang* >Blinking away the whiteness you find yourself in what you think is a vestibule *Clang* >You can see a desk a few paces in front of you and a parking lot outside an automatic door behind you *Clang* >What is that noise? >Just as you think that it stops >Deciding to investigate you enter the building proper >A long plain white reception desk stands alone separating you and a doorway to what looks like a children’s play area >The floor has large jigsaw puzzle piece matts and toys strewn about >To your left there’s a small area with shirts and various supplements on display >You almost don’t know what this place could be until you look to the right and see a legion of treadmills lined up neatly >This must be a gym >Through the stillness you can vaguely hear the clink of metal >Following the sound you walk past the treadmills and through a hallway >You pass by a indoor swimming pool and a changing room and stop at a door that’s just cracked open >Peeking through the crack you try to spot the source of the metallic racket >Past a few squat racks and on a bench you can see a green man going through his set >Ah, it looks like you found the bigger Anon >Pushing open the door you walk towards the youth as he finishes up his set >He continues to lie back on the bench and stare at the ceiling as you close in >Stopping just short of standing over him you notice that his eyes are closed >Actually, now that you get a closer look at him you notice something else >His features seem softer, his muscles not quite as chiseled, and his cheeks a bit fuller >You’d wager this Anon is in his early teens >His neutral resting visage turns sour as he opens his eyes >Glaring at you with a discernible intensity present in his eyes he scowls >”What the hell do you want?” >Anon’s certainly chipper >You didn’t really know what to expect from him, but outright hostility like this wasn’t high up on the list >Better approach this gently >Before you do though, you notice that’s not the only concern being raised >It’s almost impossible not to see that his irises are off >Flakes of bright pink color sprinkle his irises like a light dusting of snow >Blinking you realize you need to respond still as he continues to hold his glare >While you think he may on some level appreciate taking the direct route and just asking for the key deeper into his mind, you know from past experience how bad an idea that is >Not to mention you don't know if he recognizes you >No, it’s better to get a feel for how a figment operates first and play along with whatever scenario they've set up for themselves >So for now… “I was wondering if I could work in a set.” >His mouth hangs open for a moment before his face softens as he looks away >”Oh uh, sorry I guess; wait, how are you going to work out in those duds?” >Feigning ignorance as you swiftly alter your dreamself’s clothing you tilt your head “What do you mean?” >Without so much as a flourish your clothes meld into a t-shirt and shorts >Sitting up and rubbing his eyes Anon blinks >”I, never mind…” >He stays silent as he stretches his arms >It’s plain to see that this Anon isn’t having the greatest of times >If you were a betting woman, you’d wager you know what’s troubling him >Perhaps talking with him will get you somewhere? >Leaning against the weight stand next to the bench you prop your head up with a fist “Something bothering you?” >He freezes mid-stretch before relaxing >”Yea, you could say that…” >You could and would >Anon seems to jolt suddenly before standing up hastily >It’s a bit odd to see him shorter than usual >While it's only a few inches, his shorter stature really hammers home the youth of this Anon >”S-sorry, you said you wanted to work in?” >You nod with a smile >Before you sit down on the bench it occurs to you that you should probably take off some of the weights >Don’t want to break the illusion of normality by effortlessly benching what Anon was just doing >Replacing all the weights with a 25 you take your seat on the bench >As he changes the weight on the other side you pretend to stretch while watching him from the corner of your eye >You pay particular attention to his face >The pink in his eyes seem to have dulled somewhat as he stares at the weights blankly >If you weren’t sure before you are now, he seems to be lost in his thoughts as he robotically removes the weights >Even though you’re pretty sure you know what’s bothering him it can’t hurt to make sure >If he’s anything like you were he’ll want to talk >Even if it’s to some random lady in the gym >Coughing into a closed fist you clear your throat as you lean back on the bench >Anon stands above you as he stretches his arms >Doing your best to seem like you’re actually lifting something heavy you begin to bang out a few reps >The sound of clinking metal fills the stillness of the gym >Anon’s eyes follow the barbell as you push it up and down >As you piston the barbell up and down you continue where you left off between reps “So what’s, on your, mind?” >As if you’ve jolted him out of his thoughts he shakes his head a bit before looking down to your face >”You know, stuff…” >Ah yes, it seems that no matter how old Anon certainly has a way with words >Sitting up you turn around and lean on the barbell with crossed arms >He steps back a bit as you study him “What kind of stuff; girls, school, problems at home?” >You can tell that his mood sours at the mentions of home >Anon’s knuckles go white as he grips the weight >”I’d say the last one if I could even call that shithole a home.” >You can feel the venom barely held back behind his words >Looks like you were right, unfortunately >Standing up you re-rack the weights to equal his side >He stays quiet as he takes a few deep breaths on the bench >Perhaps it would do good to listen to him vent his feelings? >Lend him an ear in a time you know he didn’t have any, maybe make up for not doing so before… >You can’t help but feel a pang of guilt as the thought occurs to you “I wouldn’t mind listening if you feel like talking.” >While you can’t see his face you can almost feel him perk up as he raises his head from its slumped position >”Oh yea, why’s that?” >Skirting around your reason is only going to anger him so you’ll just have to tell him the truth >As he rolls his shoulder you reply honestly “Because you look like you need it.” >He stops moving as your voice travels throughout the emptiness of the gym >Was that too much? >Should you have made up an excuse? >Worry hangs over your mind like a cloud as the seconds tick by before he abruptly gets up from the bench >Still facing away from you his voice comes out steadily >”I feel like squatting now.” >Following behind him you reach a squat rack >With an eerie silence he begins to rack various weights onto the barbell >You follow suit behind Anon and rack the weights on the opposite side >You notice that it’s almost as if he’s angling himself so he stays facing away from you throughout the process >Deciding he must not want to face you, you oblige him and stay behind him as he gets ready to squat >While he does a few body-weight squats he finally speaks >”Do you like your parents?” >Your parents? >There’s no question about it “I loved them very much.” >He leans back against the barbell as he looks to the ceiling >”Are they dead?” >Rather astute of him to catch the wording “For quite some time now.” >He nods before getting situated underneath the barbell >”Mine too, kinda.” >He continues between reps >”Dad died a while ago, while mom, might as well have.” >While it pains you to hear that about Jane you don’t really blame him for saying so >You saw the pictures of their house >He re-racks the barbell before shrugging >”I hate my mom.” >He says it so matter-of-factly that it leaves no room for questioning >His stance on the matter is unshakable, and yet you feel like you should say something >Maybe something to help steer him away from the path you once tread >What exactly that is though, you don’t know >Before you can think of something his words bring you out of your own thoughts >”I hate coming home to find her passed out on the couch.” >Simply thinking about that conjures unpleasant images >”I hate that she drinks.” >You can hear his voice becoming heated as he continues between squats >”I HATE how weak she is!” >The clink of the plates separates his thoughts >”I HATE the thought of becoming ANYTHING like her!” >You don’t interrupt him, and choosing to listen instead >”I HATE that she doesn’t even look like mom anymore!” >With a loud *thunk* and a jangling of the plates Anon sets the barbell back on the squat rack >You can hear him faintly between ragged breaths as he runs his hand through his hair >”I hate that I never even got to say goodbye…” >You stare at him as he regains both his breath and composure >With a face resembling a mix between apathy and intrigue he gives you a sidelong glance >”Don’t have anything to say to all that lady?” >What can you say? >You stay silent as he studies you >”Think most people would try to bullshit me and say something like she’s trying her best to be a good mom.” >The pink splotches on his green irises glitter in the fluorescent light as he turns away >”Like that’s something to make me feel better, or a reason to respect her.” >It’s thoughts like these that you were worried buzzed around in Anon’s head >Is his hatred still this intense even now? >You hope it’s somewhat exaggerated simply because of what you think this particular representation of Anon is, but you can’t help but wonder just how strong it is >Or how deeply the feeling runs inside him for that matter >IT’s only as you ponder that do you recall what Will told you recently >Particularly about what triggered Anon’s, outburst >There’s too much you don’t know >It’s to the point where you feel there’s only one option available to you right now >Ducking underneath the resting barbell you walk towards Anon >He seems to be staring off into space as you lay a hand on his shoulder >As he turns around you pull him into a hug >It’s a bit difficult compensating for his reduced height, but you manage not to stuff him into your chest >Unlike your last hug he goes rigid almost immediately “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it better for you.” >Having said your peace you proceed to prolong the embrace for as long as Anon doesn’t attempt to break away >Which is quite a while surprisingly >He buried his face into your shoulder as he tightly clutches your sleeves >You’re not sure if he’s even sobbing, but you do hear his breathing >Along with a few hushed whispers >”It’s not fair Tuna, it’s not fair…” >It’s hard to hear him like this >The tightening of your chest only constricts further when you realize that the emotions this Anon shows are more than likely sedated compared to when he first felt like this >Only instead of having someone to vent to he… >Stroking his head you do your best to comfort him “I know, I know far too well my dear Anon.” >You stand together in the middle of the gym for a time before he breaks away limply >With a pained expression on his face he stares at the floor >The crystal clear brilliance of his green eyes portray the intensity of his emotions as you see tears well up in his eyes >With a clenched fist he rubs the tears away in one quick motion >He tries to make eye contact but can’t seem to before looking away once more >As you’re about to tell him there’s no need to be embarrassed he digs his hand into his pocket >”Here.” >Pulling something out of his pocket he holds a closed fist out for you >Placing your palm beneath his fist you catch whatever it is he drops >”That’s what you came for yea?” >Looking down you see a small keychain-sized id card with this Anon’s face on it >Why would this be wha— >Wait, how does he know you came here for something? >It only just registers as you think that, that he just called you Tuna >You direct your gaze to Anon who’s doing his darndest to not return the gaze “How do you know what I’m here for?” >He furrows his brow with a smirk >”I mean, it’s not like I stick around here all day. I hang out in the kid’s classroom and check out his drawings most the time; I remember you from them.” >The way he words that casts doubt on how much he really knows, but regardless of just how self-aware he is he knew from the start that you were here to go deeper >You’d fault him for that, but you’re pretty sure he needed that hug so you’ll let it slide >It won’t stop him from being angry, but sometimes it’s nice to have something good to look back on >Clutching the id keychain you point to him “So that will get me past the vault door and into the subconscious?” >He shrugs with a slight frown >”Probably, but I’m just assuming that whatever that place is it’s whatever you’re looking for.” >Well that’s a better lead than opening all those doors in the hallway >You’re fairly confident they’re all unfinished dreams >Anon speaks up after taking a step towards you >”Good luck though, only been in there once and I don’t know what that place is but it scares the shit outta me.” >His statement causes a halt in your mental train of thought >He can feel something on the exact opposite side of the Plutchik wheel? >Sadness you can buy since it’s only two ticks away from anger, but fear? >There’s only one other figment you know with a range of emotions like that, and considering that they were also likely born of high levels of magic is not boding well for what this Anon is exactly >Was he only born from whatever that thing was in the book, or was it something else entirely? >More and more mysteries piling atop each other >Again, you’ll have to investigate them later >For now you’ve got what you came for >Along with the small bonus of alleviating both this Anon’s stress and guilt you’ve accumulated >You give him a small nod and a smile “Well, if you ever want to talk know you can count on me to lend an ear once more.” >Not that you haven’t told real Anon that before >It just feels right to let this one know as well >He shakes his head as he waves your offer off >”Nah, I’m feeling back to normal now; so don’t expect any mushy crap like that from me ever again.” >His emerald eyes flick to the floor before making contact with you >”But if you ever feel like working out, I’m happy to oblige.” >He turns around with a wave >”Until then, I’ll be seeing ya Moons.” >Moons… >Now that’s a nickname you haven’t heard in a while >You say goodbye as he wanders off “Farewell Anon.” >With what you need in hand you turn back towards the entrance and start jogging >There’s no telling how much time has passed when you’re dreamwalking >At least not unless you’ve set up something ahead of time, but since this was a spur of the moment thing you have no way to tell >Passing through the automatic doors causes the now familiar white color to wash over you >Blinking you’re back in the room with all the doors >However you do feel something odd in your hand >Looks like the id keychain changed into a rather sizable brass key >Should’ve figured >Sliding the key into the door and twisting causes the heavy hatch dogs groan loudly >Better be on guard, least you repeat the last time you went so deep into the mind >Calling forth another Dream Cutter you feel at ease with it hovering beside you >Time to purge Shadowfright’s creation >Instead of blinding white, swinging the door open reveals only darkness >Much like before when you last ventured this deep into a mind you instinctively halt before entering >You can’t help but stare at the emptiness as you stand at the threshold of the subconscious >A gnawing sense of trepidation rises from within you as you gaze into the abyss >Perhaps it’s the sight of the light from your side flowing into the darkness and somehow brightening the nothingness that is the floor that inspires fear >Or maybe it’s the unease you get from plunging into the depths of the mind no one, not even its owner, truly ever sees that’s set you on edge >Whatever causes it is you manage to overcome the growing feeling of dread that hangs in your mind as you step foot into the darkness >You carefully venture further past the threshold, one step at a time, until you’re fully submerged within the darkness >With a startlingly noisy *SLAM* from behind you find yourself entrenched in almost total darkness as the light from behind you disappears >You find only yourself illuminated by the dim blue light that radiates from Dream Cutter as you peer over your shoulder >Nothing but pitch black whence you entered >It seems you can only press forward into the unknown >As you continue to cover ground in the dark you begin to miss sound >Before at least the hum of the lights and your own footsteps kept you company, but in here there is nothing >Not even your breath, as you don’t need to breathe >There’s no feeling of air rustling past as you move either >The only real use of your senses besides surveying the empty expanse ahead of you is the feeling of solid ground below your feet >Could you not see your feet moving you wouldn’t know if you were traversing any ground >It’s the feeling of sensory deprivation that makes you the most uncomfortable >You don’t know why this place even exists as it is >That being as simply a void >Perhaps it has something to do with how you infiltrate the mind? >Using magic to give the mind itself to forge a world for you to traverse >Maybe instead of a void the unconscious simply paints a canvas that a conscious mind can’t comprehend? >It’s actually quite an interesting thought to mull ov— >”it…” >You stop your attempt to distract yourself with idle meandering as you hear, something >The dying echoes of a voice? >Had it not been for the absence of any and everything you might not have caught it, but any change is enough to notice here >You can’t quite tell what direction it’s coming from, but you don’t think direction really matters here anyway >The best thing to do would be to resume walking, and hopefully you’ll encounter someth— >”ou…” >This time whatever it is seems less faint, enough so that you can tell a general direction in which it’s coming from and be almost sure that it was indeed a voice >Your footsteps increase in frequency as you hurry towards hopefully the source of the voice and the corruption you’ve come to purge >The solid hard ground beneath gives way to a much softer almost carpet-like surface as you stride forth >”ster…” >Another echo of a voice reaches your ears, this time from someone else >The voice sounds similar somehow, and much clearer than the first fragment of sound you heard >”Unforgivable…” >The increasing frequency of different voices renews your vigor as you feel joy brewing within for finding anything down here in the deep >You can see something in the distance >Like a tiny splotch of color on an otherwise black landscape >As you close the distance between you and the unmoving dot you begin to notice other specks around it appearing and vanishing from sight alongside more discernible words >”you?” >”-o that…” >”faker…” >Though what you hear isn’t very cohesive you can get a general feel from their inflection >That being, disappointment >Getting ever so closer you can at least make out the color of the still dot in the distance >”human being…” >Grey and green >That’s probably Anon, or another representation of him >”-l a lie?” >Can’t exactly tell what he’s doing though >While squinting you can tell what seems to be standing around him, or in this case who >It appears to be Sunset >No wait, now Rainbow Dash >”-ess I was wrong.” >Their voices seem to reverb slightly, but you now can match the voices easily as you proceed towards them >Along with being able to hear what they say entirely >”Ah guess he took us all fer a ride.” >Applejack? >It seems as each of them speak they appear in front of Anon before fading away as the next talks >Are they reprimanding Anon? >”Well how great is that, not only does Nonners the terrible take us for a ride he likes to help book his mom for flights too!” >What on Earth is Ms. Pie referring to? >When Anon finally becomes clearly discernible you can see he looks so small compared to the disappearing and reappearing girls >Almost like he’s sitting on the non-existent ground >”A morbid joke Pinkie, but most certainly fitting for a bakemono like Anon-me.” >Even Twilight is verbally lashing him? >Just what’s going on? >It’s only as Twilight is fading away do you notice how twisted her face is by the absolute contempt present on it >The sight is enough to take you aback >Tearing your eyes from the spot she used to occupy you see that Anon is huddled on the floor >His distress is easy to see >Rocking back and forth slowly while pressing his forearms together to cradle his head you can hear him whimpering incoherently >Rushing to his side you kneel down placing a hand on his shoulders >He doesn’t acknowledge your presence >You open your mouth to comfort him, but for some reason the words don’t come out >Something else does though “I would’ve talked sister out of looking after you if I knew the truth.” >Both you and Anon share a look of abject horror as the words tumble out of your mouth with a will of their own >What!? >That’s ridiculous, you know the situation he was in and you’d never hold any feelings he bore from it against him! >Why did you say that? >You try say that you’d never actually do that, but instead "After all, what kind of son does that to their own moth—" >You clamp your mouth shut before you finish that sentence >Why do words force themselves out of your mouth? >Opening it for a moment causes them to spew out once more while you loose control over it “Or maybe I could’ve just mentioned how unlike your father you reall—” >You slap both your hands over your mouth before you say anything else to agitate the situation anymore >It’s obvious that something’s controlling what you can say >You try to inspect your surroundings as your sister appears beside you >”You say that as if his ineptitude compared to his father isn’t clear to anyone that knew him.” >The phantom image of your sister sneers as she looks down her nose at Anon >”If this garbage was even a fraction of the man his father was, well, maybe he wouldn’t be here.” >You can’t help but stare wide eyed at the fake Tia http://imgur.com/08tsk3t >This, this is definitely Shadowfright’s handiwork >There’s no denying it at all now >You ball your fists tightly as the realization finally hits you >The small amount of hope that resided in the back of your mind seems to have all but disappeared along with the twisted visage of your sister >This is just like him >You may have been able to wave off everything else as a copycat of sorts, but the way he torments people… >Turning to Anon you open your mouth hastily to say something, but slap a hand over it at the last moment when you realize you’d probably be unable to control what you’d say >You already know not to play into his game >Drawing on past knowledge you examine the space above Anon looking for anything that stands out in the darkness >You have to consciously ignore the voices of several other people as they lash Anon while you attempt to see through the deception >Sending Dream Cutter into the air directly above Anon you try to light up the nothing >There has to be something there, there always i— >A glint! >A blue glint in the air! >It’s a small thin line like a… >Following the tiny refraction of light up its string like structure causes a twisted entity pulling at the strings to materialize from the aether >That’s, new >The floating monstrosity looks more like a marionette then a marionettist >While its torso seems to be mostly hidden by a cloak of some sort you can see that its arms are seemingly assembled out of different parts and pieces that seem more appropriate for toys you’d see in a museum >That’s not mentioning its mannequin-esque head >The eerie grin painted on its otherwise featureless face that expands to where both ears would be reminds you a bit too much about another of Shadowfright’s minions >Its head and arms jerk about randomly as well elevating it to a whole other level of offputting >You notice its silky white gloved hands move deftly as strings connected to the ends of each finger flick about >Following the strings down back to your level you see that they’re controlling the fake copies of people >Now that you can see their strings the copies look more like marionettes of what they’re copying instead of the real thing >Not surprising considering how Shadowfright’s tricks work >Shaking your head you affix your gaze at the marionettist pulling the strings high above you and poor Anon >Cutting the air with a quick swipe of your arm you smirk as Dream Cutter hurtles towards the warped puppeteer >However, instead of the satisfying dissipation of enemy corruption your sword flies right through the jerking freak >What?! >Stepping back you ready yourself for it to retaliate as you swipe downwards >Again your blade seems to phase right through the thing as its puppets continue to dance around Anon >Is it moving too fast or is your blade ineffective? >Flexing your mental muscles for the first time in quite a while has made you sloppy >You have a perfect way to make up for it though… >Aiming your hand at the floating eyesore you focus this time much quicker than before >This time the whispers that seep out of your mouth are your own “Aut veritatis, aut ENSE!” >With a blue flicker of magic and a snap your fingers you loudly pierce the silence of the abyss >In a flash you amass your blades around the floating manipulator >You’d like to see him dodge this >Balling your hand into a fist your ring of swords close in on the fiend, impaling it from all sides >The twisted puppet-like string puller stops its jittery movements as your swords puncture it like a pin cushion >How is that thing not gone? >The copies of Dream Cutter must have hit their mark, but it’s odd that it hasn’t dissapea— https://youtu.be/dm_zhvJEdVQ?t=13s >As you try to reason why the dark hellion isn’t gone its head contorts suddenly in your direction cutting through your thoughts like a blade >The surprise is enough to catch your currently non-existent breath >You can’t tell exactly because it has no features besides the toothy Cheshire grin, but you think it’s studying you >As though it didn’t even notice you until now >It’s very feint, but through both the silence of the emptiness and your state of alarm you manage to hear and see something >Its head bobs up and down slightly accompanied by, laughter? >Is it, mocking you? >With that it goes back to its jerk movements as the puppet versions of Anon’s companions dance around him >A surge of rage and confusion courses through you as any semblance of levelheadedness is thrown out the window >Dream Cutter was able to easily destroy Shadowfright’s creations before why not now!? >According to Will he was weakened! >Have you really fallen so far without 6 years of practice that you can’t take out something that doesn’t even register magic wise? >No wait, it doesn’t even register >While you know Shadowfright likes to hide things through a very thin layer of magic this thing… >It doesn’t even seem magical >Well, besides its odd form >So how do you rid Anon of it then? >You can’t think of a way that doesn’t use Dream Cutter or another item of your conjuring >”Except for one…” >Your eyes flick to the embodiment of your past >Nightmare Moon… >She steps around in the empty expanse with a form reminding you of your twisted reunion long ago >”Spare me the memories Luna, you know of one way to alleviate Anon’s corruption, don’t you?” >She shouldn’t be here >Fluttering her eyelashes she smirks >”And yet I am, feeling a bit too hot under the collar?” >You’re fine >She steps around the dancing puppets with a ballerina like grace while maintaining eye contact with you >”Quit stalling, you know how to fix this quickly.” >The only other way you can think of is… >Coming to a stop she peers over your puppet sister’s shoulder >”Ding-ding.” >No, that’s out of the question >Not only are you unsure if you can even do it once more, it’s not a solution >Leaping from your fake sister’s side she daintily strolls towards the now still Anon >”Just look at poor Anon…” >Instead of rocking back and forth with his arms covering his head he sits idly staring at the puppets as they waltz robotically around him >His arms lie sprawled out at his sides as he gives his full attention to the performance around him >Sadness taints his face as his eyes leak tears and his mouth hangs agape >Kneeling down Nightmare Moon points to him >”We can’t hear the voices of these FAKERS anymore, but he still can.” >She strokes his head lovingly >”And while I may not always agree with you, we do both want to help Anon, right?” >Of course you do, but… >Teleporting in front of your face your other half furrows her brow >”Then you know what we must do…” >But… >Will you be able to handle it? >With a stretch of your arms you let loose a long yawn >AJ wipes her mouth from behind her burger as she points it to you >”You feelin ok?” >You wave her concern off as you pick your fork back up to chow down “I’m fine, just feeling a bit sluggish due to all the excitement lately.” >Rarity perks up and digs into her purse >”Oh Sunset Darling, I have just the thing. I use it all the time to put a little pep in my st—” *SLAM* >You and everyone else at the table are startled by the backpack being mashed on the table >”OK I have two things to say and only one of them is remotely good.” >Pinkie is the first to bounce back both literally and figuratively from Rainbow’s interruption as she bobs up and down in her chair >”And happy lunch to you too Dashie!” >Rainbow sighs as she takes her seat by AJ >”I’d say it was if I got here in time to really enjoy it.” >She eyeballs AJ’s fries as she frowns theatrically >Rolling her eyes AJ pushes her tray of fries in front of Rainbow as she finishes her burger >You can’t help but smile at the almost regular lunch scene >Fluttershy looks on in concern as she stops nibbling at her pile of steamed lentils >”What kept you behind so long?” >Between chews of a mouthful of fries Rainbow snaps her fingers into a finger gun at Fluttershy >”That’s, mhmm, because of the first thing.” >Beating her chest before letting out a satisfied sigh she frowns once more >”Alright, I’m pretty sure I failed that math quiz.” >Ahh of course, you forgot that was today >It's been a bit since you actually paid attention to math >Maybe you should review a bit between classes? >Twilight puts down her eggroll and raises an eyebrow >”I thought we went over Mr. Procrates’s material the other day?” >Rainbow nods with a half-shrug >”Well yea, but that leads to the second thing.” >The rest of you wait in anticipation as she stuffs a few more fries into her maw >After gulping loudly her demeanor changes from laid-back into very serious as she furrows her brow and hunkers down conspiratorially >Her gaze darts left and right before she continues >”We got to keep this on a need-to-know basis, and vice-principal Luna doesn’t need to know, got it?” >What? >Her tone and body language give you the impression that she’s serious, but that just worries you >What could possibly be so serious right now, and be something to keep from prince-ipal Luna? >The possibilities run rampant through your head as you bite your thumb >The others share somewhat worried glances as everybody at the table hunkers down like Rainbow >With her arms flat on the table Rainbow intertwines her fingers >”Brace yourselves; the band has a new gig.” >Almost as suddenly as it swept over the table all the tension vanishes >The band has a new gig? >Why did she make that out to be such a big deal? >AJ speaks up first while pulling her Stetson back from her forehead >”Now why’d ya have to go get us worked up for nothing?” >You nod in agreement “That’s not a big deal, plus I don’t really see why we’d need to keep a gig secret from Luna.” >Rainbow holds up her pointer finger as the others start to raise their own questions >”It’s not just any gig though, it’s a rock off!” >A rock off? >Wait! >You push yourself up to a standing position as the realization hits you “Don’t tell me the sirens want to settle the score!?” >That would explain why Rainbow was so serious just a moment ago >The others all react differently to your exclamation >AJ with a scowl >”Ah knew they were still rotten to the core.” >They DID never apologize for what they had done >Even if they were practically ran off the stage >Rarity with a deflated shake of her head >”We should’ve figured with what Anon said.” >It hadn’t occurred to you that they may have wanted to reclaim their lost glory >Though you guess nothing’s stopping them now that they have their gems back >Twilight runs a hand through her hair >”Well this certainly poses a new threat.” >No kidding >Fluttershy with a disappointed sigh >”I thought that at least Sonata had turned a new leaf…” >Why would she think that? >Pinkie however, she simply shrugs >”Eh, saw it coming.” >A bit crass compared to her usual reactions >Rainbow shakes her head however >”No nonono, the sirens aren’t our enemy!” >Say what? >She scratches her chin >”Well, at least for the rock off they aren’t.” >Then… >”No, this Saturday at Galloping Fillies, The Rainbooms will take on…” >Looking around the cafeteria she points to the far right corner >”The Flashers!” >Who? >Twisting around in your seat you scan the direction she’s pointing at >You only see Flash reading a book by hims— >The Flashers, Flash sitting alone reading >Whipping your head around you stare at Rainbow in disbelief “We’re having a rock off with Flash?” >Before she can respond AJ scratches her temple >”What kind of a name is The Flashers?” >Rarity flicks her hair as she rolls her eyes >”An uncreative one fitting for someone lacking a flair for spectacle like Flash.” >That’s an understatement >Though it’s not like your band really has the right to talk >You’re pretty sure Rainbow just wanted to work her name into the band’s, though it turned out fine >Twilight beside you pinches her bottom lip between her thumb and forefinger >”Excuse me Rainbow Dash, but why exactly are you rocking off against them?” >You’re wondering that yourself >Rainbow smirks before pointing at Twilight >”What do YOU mean by you, you’re part of the Rainbooms ya know!?” >Way to dodge the question there >Twilight physically recoils a bit while holding her hands up defensively >”Me, oh nonononono, I can’t sing or play an instrument.” >Pinkie shakes her head with a smirk >”Ahhh nonsense Twilly-twally, it’s practically law around here that everyone have some musical skill.” >Leaning over the table she gets in real close to Twilight >”That and I’m pretty sure we heard you singing for help at the Friendship Games.” >What? >Twilight raises an eyebrow along with you >”I’m sorry, what?” >Rubber-banding back to her seat Pinkie coughs into her fist >”Erhm, I mean what do you think Anon plays, I see him as a jaw harp kinda guy.” >Rainbow looks up to the ceiling >”He said he doesn’t have any musical talent, but for some reason I’m getting the weird feeling he’d be really good at the accordion…” >AJ has a big grin on her face as she begins to stare at the ceiling as well >”In a perfect world he’d play the castanets.” >You speak up before anyone else can throw out an idea of what Anon plays “So Rainbow, why are WE having a rock off with Flash?” >Instead of an awkward smile like you were expecting she manages to boast a confident one >”I’m so glad you asked, it’s because Flash is a SIN.” >You cock an eyebrow at the obvious “And?” >Rainbow practically stands up from her chair as she points at Flash >”Look at him, Flash is too busy reading to do anything bad!” >Well you can’t argue with that >Crossing her arms her smile steadily grows >”So not only is he preoccupied, we now have a time and place where we’ll throw down.” >Twilight nods while adjusting her glasses >”And so we can formulate our plan of attack…” >Hmm, that’s actually a good point >Though there’s one tiny problem “Ok, that makes sense, so we just need to win this Rock off and, what will happen?” >Rainbow smiles toothily >”Flash says if we beat him he’ll do whatever we want.” >Oh, guess you could ask him to not do anything bad, assuming he’ll keep his word >Fluttershy speaks up once more >”So, not to sound like I think it will happen, but what if he wins?” >That’s a good question >Rainbow laughs in a painfully awkward way as she looks away from all of you >”Oh nothing too bad, justthatwe’dbecomepartofhispossy…” >Blank stares from all around the table focus in on her >It's not long before she begins to overly enjoy what remains of her fries >”Boy, these are REALLY good…” >AJ slowly slides the tray out from under Rainbow, much to her dismay >It screeches as it drags across the surface of the table >AJ slowly looks her in the eye >”And ya agreed ta that for us?” >Looking at all the now slightly annoyed faces around the table Rainbow holds up her pointer finger >”In my defense, I thought this out completely beforehand and figure—“ >Rarity leans forward past AJ and makes eye contact with Rainbow as well >”You got heated up because he said he was a better guitarist than you, didn’t you?” >Rainbow suddenly looks a lot redder in her face as her breathing gets a bit heavy >”Uhh, I uhh, of c-cours—“ >AJ’s piercing stare seems to glow from underneath the shade of her Stetson >”You wouldn’t lie ta us now would ya?” >You have never seen Rainbow’s lips purse harder >Seemingly giving up she collapses onto the table top >”Ok, I may have gotten a bit angry.” >The table shares a sigh in exasperation >Rainbow bounces back up after a moment with an unsure smile >”But it’ll be fine, we just need to rock his socks off!” >She points to you >”Sure, he pretty much has the same magic as the sirens did, but since you were able to make a counter-spell to that this should be no big deal.” >Sorry what? >Both you and Twilight suddenly become much more attentive as you lock eyes for a moment “Did you just say that he has the same magic as the sirens?” >Rainbow nods slowly like a foa-kid, caught snatching from the cookie jar >”Yea, pretty much; I only saw red stuff from his eyes and a red mist on the floor, but people were going nuts for him.” >You bring your hands together in front of you as you inhale deeply >Twilight speaks for you as she adjusts her glasses >”That’s going to be a bit of a problem.” >Fluttershy furrows her brow >”Why, is that? >You lay your arms flat on the table as you answer her “The counter-spell princess Twilight performed with us was completely improvised, even though she knew that it was the sirens of legend she was dealing with, she had absolutely no idea how to develop a counter-spell.” >Worry colors everyone’s’ faces as what you said hits them >”Darling, are you saying that we, we just got lucky?” >You can only frown “In essence, yes.” >Rainbow snaps her fingers >”Ok, in that case we just have to make a new song that makes us all pony up right?” >You and Twilight both look to each other before shrugging “I guess we could try to and hopefully our raw magic output blows them away?” >AJ peers out from under the brim of her hat as she points to you >”Can ya just tweak the one we used against the sirens?” >Ehh >You shrug with a shake of the head “That was one we sung with princess Twilight, so I don’t know if it’d have the same impact as before.” >Twilight holds up a finger as she interjects >”Not to mention it’s probably not wise to reattempt the same song and hoping it’ll do the trick.” >Fluttershy brushes her bangs out of her eyes as she tries to get your attention >”Are we sure that your world doesn’t have any information on Nihilem’s magic?” >Twilight piggybacks on Fluttershy’s question as she turns to you >”Perhaps his magic was well documented, did the other Twilight learn anything about Nihilem that can help us better understand his magic?” >Well… “Not really, she just recently got back from a trip to Yakyakistan yesterday; so she’s just now looking into Nihilem.” >Pinkie nods rapidly in her seat >”So we just need to make a really good song while we wait for p0ny Twilight to get back to us on magical stuff!” >That’s probably the best plan of action for right now >Rarity takes a sip of her milk before dabbing her mouth with a napkin >”I suppose that’s all we can do for now.” >You guess s— >Wait, there is one thing you can do >You lean forward and stare at Rainbow intently “Why is it that you don’t want to tell Luna about this?” http://imgur.com/UXABslb >Rainbow shies away from your stare >”I, I dunno; I guess it just wouldn’t really help things.” >That’s right; she was looking after Anon all day yesterday and didn’t spend the day learning what you did >Both AJ and Twilight seem to perk up as realization hits them >Twilight smiles as she speaks up >”But that can’t be further from the truth!” >Rainbow scrunches her face up as she looks at the two of you confusedly >”How’s that?” >AJ props her hat up with a flick of her fingers >”It’s cause vice-principal Luna has been studying magic, Equestrian magic, fer almost 21 years now!” >Rainbow looks from you to AJ with her incredulous reaction plain on her face >”Seriously?” >Pinkie bounces in her seat >”Yep, she said she was a part of a group like us who dealt with magic stuff that happened in Canterlot when THEY were in high school!” >Rainbow’s wide eyed response reminds you of a fish gasping for air >”No crap…” >Twilight nods before adding onto the new info you learned yesterday >”Apparently she was also researching all sorts of things about magic from Equestria alongside Anon’s father.” >You sigh before addressing everyone >”So I guess we’ll wait for princess Twilight’s response while we write a good song together and ask Luna if she can help in any way?” >Everyone seems to agree in one way or another as you feel the conversation come to a close >Well that is before Rainbow sighs and asks >”So, do you think I should go get food before we meet up after school? It seems like we’re going to be talking about stuff for a long time.” >Eugghhhhh >Your mouth opens as wide as possible to facilitate the beast of a yawn you let loose >You feel breddy gud >Well except for one thing; why does your forehead feel heavy? >Blinking away the sleep in your eyes you see, purple? >Huh, OH WAIT! >Forgot where you were! >You inhale sharply as you realize that the purple blocking a half of your view is in fact a sleeping Luna >Inhaling was a horrible mistake as you get a nose-full of her scent >Smells vaguely of chamomile with a hint of citrus >Overall pleasant, but that’s NOT a good thing >Your strange tendency to smell girls aside, you now have a problem >While part of you likes lying in Luna’s lap and all as her gentle breath tickles your ear, you can’t just lie here >You’re awake and you’re pretty sure it’d be weird to just lie here waiting till she wakes up >Though you don’t want to move and wake her up >So you appear to be at an impasse >Not to mention that you just now realized you’re also holding hands with her as her face in REALLY close to yours >Luckily besides the forehead touching it’s just an eye overlapping >Maybe if you pretend to be asleep until she wakes up? >Ok maybe that’s not the best plan >As you ponder a way out of your precarious position you can’t help notice the blinking of your lap pillow’s eyes >SHE’S WAKING! >Must quickly act like you’re asleep! >Shutting your eyes and breathing as lightly as you can you do your best to feign sleep >It seems to be working as she lifts herself off your forehead and give your hand a little squeeze >With her other hand she daintily pats your head >Sweet, just need to pretend to be out of it for a fe— >”You know I know you’re awake right?” >Well shit >Peeling open your eyes you give the faintly smirking Luna looming overhead a sheepish smile “How’d ya know?” >Leaning back against the couch her smirk widens >”I was just in your dreams; I only left after you awoke.” >Ok, don’t know how that one flew right past you when you remembered what the two of you were doing >Gonna chalk that one up to her being so close >Defiantly not your fault >Blinking you realize that she’s just staring at you, or maybe through you? >She kinda seems like she’s not fully there >Opening your mouth you have to practically swallow your tongue to not say what first comes to mind >You’ve already embarrassed yourself before with the, “See something you like?” line before, and you weren’t literally lying in that girl's lap >Instead… “Penny for your thoughts?” >She seems to snap back to reality as her eyes drift to yours >”Sorry, drifted a bit; I think instead of you asking me that I should ask you. Do you feel alright?” >On a scale of 1-10? >You nod your head inadvertently rubbing it between her thighs >OK THINKING ABOUT IT LIKE THAT IS A MIS— “Just peachy!” >You faux cough into your hand “I mean, good, feeling good.” >Smoother than peanut butter >Closing her eyes she nods to herself with a little self-contented smile >”That’s very good to hear.” >She opens her eyes slowly before seemingly getting lost in thought once more as she stares into the air >Alright, this is getting a bit weird now >You’d get up, but you realize that’s kinda hard to do when your hand is still intertwined with hers >Not to mention that she’s absentmindedly petting the top of your head >Don’t really know what the protocol is for wanting to stop lap pillow time >Maybe just point out that you’re still holding hands, straight up say it’s time to stop, or maybe just ask what’s next? >That last one sounds like a good option >You do distinctly remember something about lunch >Which is great because now that you think about it, you’re hungry enough that taking a bite out of Pinkie’s hair seems appetizing >That; or maybe you’re just craving cotton candy “So, about the food situation…” >Your words seem to reel Luna back in from wherever her mind wanders as she looks back down to you >”Yes, where would you like to go?” >Oh boy, decisions >You’re so good at those “It’s Tuesday, right?” >She nods as her eyes drill into you with their intensity >You know what; you’ve got a weird hankering for tacos today >Or maybe it’s just the hunger of tacos you denied yesterday popping up once more? >Regardless “How about tacos?” >She shrugs before scrunching her face up >”The restaurant or the food?” >Good question >With a smirk you give her an equally good answer “Both.” >With a quiet chuckle she sighs >”That sounds perfect then.” >Sweet >Now that that’s settled… >Uhh, is she going to let you go anytime soon or uh? >Getting this much attention from anyone isn’t really your style or anything >Even if this does feel strangely, alright >The seconds pass in silence as she shares a stare with you >Maybe you should just outright ask… “So uh, gonna let me go or are you caring me there?” >Your words, once more, tear her attention back down to Earth as she shakes her head >”Oh, um, yes sorry…” >She unravels her hands from yours and gives you the sweet freedom of movement you desired >You sit up before hopping off the couch >Finely standing again after so long you let out a groan as your limbs pop from stretching >Really was some pretty good sleep, but how long were you asleep? >Fishing your phone out of your pocket you check the time >1:35pm >Wow, you got like a whole five or so hours of sleep >Guess it’s better than running on nothing but a full stomach of coffee >You notice that you’ve got a text as well after taking note of the time >Swiping down you see it’s the fortune thingie again >Huh, guess it wasn’t just a one-off spam >Received at 9:15am >Make sure to get as much rest as possible so you can reflect on the past with a clear head >Gathering with friends and close ones can help you feel at ease even in the eye of the storm >What a great fortune? >Your lucky numbers are; 0, 1, 1, 2, and 3 >Is that a typo? >You’re starting to wonder if this fortune text is breaking down in front of your own eyes >Your colors, gold and teal >Oh shit, you get two colors today! >You feel special >Locking your phone you slip it into your pocket >You turn back to Luna who’s, daydreaming? >It doesn’t take a genius to see that she seems really out of it >Can’t hurt to ask if she is “Hey, you sure you’re all there?” >She meets your gaze before looking away >”Oh sorry, it’s nothing to worry about.” >Nothing to worry about? >Papa Neato warned you about this trap >He said that if you ever hear this from any person of the female persuasion, SOMETHING is wrong >Whatever it is though struck a chord enough that she’s spacing out every five secon—oh fucking Christ! >Somebody tell you that she didn’t see something horrible in your dreams! >Luna keeps trying to look at you before her eyes gravitate towards the ground >You know what that means; you’ve done it at least a ten times in the past few days! >It’s as if she can’t actually look you in the eyes >That’s it isn’t it! >You’ve somehow visibly shaken your adoptive mother! >What could your dreams have that would do tha— >She saw something lewd about her didn’t she? >Dear god, what if it wasn’t just about Luna? >You’ve interacted with more girls in the past week than the last 6 years put together, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think the majority of them were pretty hot… >That’s not even mentioning the cocktail of confused feelings the past few days have brought up putting the whole really hot chicks surrounding you all the time thing >Yep, she had to see some sort of lewd dude dream >There’s almost no other explanation >What else could possibly disturb Luna? >Unless she’s having trouble having to confront Shadowfright again? >You only met and were then beaten by the guy once, but… >Well now you really don’t feel like thinking about him >Whatever’s got her spacing out you need to sort this out before you go to lunch, but how to proceed? >You can’t just flat out ask her, or can you? >She is your parent now or something >They’re supposed to be cool with talking about very personal stuff yea? >What are you saying, she was literally just inside your head! >Of course she’ll be fine with you asking some probing questions about your mind >She’s probably weirded out by your apparent lack of questions! >Ok, so instead of just asking something like, “I’m sorry if my dreams contained freaky sex pervert stuff” maybe you should ask what she saw >But do it in a very natural and fluid way >Gotta flow like water >Though speaking of water, you do kinda gotta take a leak >Gonna put that on the back-burner for a sec >Coughing into a closed fist you pace around a bit “So before we get going, care to tell me a bit about the state of my, head?” >Had to physically stop yourself from making a Shinedown reference there >Her eyes snap to yours somewhat shakily >”Oh, you should be good now, no problems what-so-ever!” >Alright first off, you don’t like how weirdly she answered that, and second, why did she say problems with an s? >Thought that Shadowfright was the only problem in your noggin? >Maybe you’re being a bit paranoid again >After all, if you can’t trust your own… >That’s a bit stupid of a phrase to even pretend considering >But whatever; she’s not like your mom >She was in your head and she says you’re all good now >Already gave her the trust to go in, might as well trust what she says considering you don’t see why she’d lie >Maybe she found something Discord did and tidied it up or something >You should be fine >Though you’re still concerned that she won’t meet your gaze for longer than a few seconds before looking away! >It’s really starting to miff you considering how much of a departure it is from her normal body language >Usually she’s all up in your face that it’s slightly uncomfortable even if it is a welcome change >Maybe, instead of pussyfooting around like some dainty little botanist you should bite the bullet and as— >”Excuse me Anon, but I must grab something from my office; would you make your way to the parking lot and wait for me there?” >Huh? >Luna’s eyes seem steady as she stands up from the couch and presses the crinkles out of her pants >Well, guess you can go take a leak now >With a nod you give her a little wave “Sure, I’m gonna visit the restroom first though.” >Humming an affirmative she makes her way into her office shutting the door behind her and leaving you alone once more >You shrug to no one before turning to the school door >It’s only as your hand grasps the cool metal of the door knob do you look back over your shoulder at her office door >Wasn’t there almost nothing in there? >What could she be grabbing? >Maybe the little black box? >Eh whatever, you don’t really need to know >Unlocking the knob you give it a twist and push the door open >Closing the door behind you, you can’t help but feel the silence permeating the air >Wow it’s empty in here >It takes a full few seconds before you realize just how stupid an observation that is >Shaking your head you leasuirly walk to the nearest bathroom >Which is, conincidentally, the only one you know the exact location of >You walk past the empty cafeteria populated only by a single janitor garbed in a dull grey uniform >Kinda odd seeing such a dull colored outfit besides yours >Everyone has such vibrant colors on all the time >Kinda hurts your eyes every so often >Turning the corner at the T you enter into the bathroom >Good, it’s empty >Hate having to piss while someone’s just skipping class >Always looking at you while you do the business >Standing in front of the urinal you release the kraken from its lair so it may let loose a torrent of seawater >Speaking of lairs a thought just occurred to you >Are you going to spend the night at Ra-Dash’s place agin? >Really got to get used to that >But back to the actual issue >Luna’s probably going to make you stay at her place again >A shiver runs up your spine at the thought of it >The last time you went there was, awkward >Yea, that’s a word for it >Admittingly, it’s not as though you were that talkative of a person before you came here, but holy shit was that awkward >The old lady you were living under was content enough to eat in the same room as you in silence, but Luna… >When you first met her you didn’t think that serious visage of hers could turn so child-like so quickly >Sealing the dam up you waltz over to the sinks >Though it’s not as though she didn’t surprise you again today with her slick negotiating skills >As your thoroughly wash your hands you take a peak at your wondrous moneymaker >Shit, looks like your face has healed up noticeably >Again >No bags under your eyes, or a yellow splotch >That really shouldn’t trouble you as much as it does >Was Shadowfright just bull shitting you or… >Wait; didn’t Luna say something about you being like Will? >Add that to the list of lunch conversation topics >Tearing a few pieces of paper towel you dry up your hands >Maybe you should write down an actual list for questions you want answers for? >You can call it, ”please help I have no answers and everything is confusing me to no end” the list >Yea, that sounds good >Pushing open the bathroom door you spy someone turning the corner at the T >It’s Fluttershy >She notices you almost immediately before walking up to you >”Oh, um, Anon, do you have a moment?” >Well shit, you’re not in a particular hurry, but you do have somewhere to be… >Aw hell, you’re sure Luna won’t mind you taking a few moments to help out someone >Especially a, close acquaintance like Fluttershy >Yea, close acquaintance >Not like that’s really wrong considering how little you know her >She hasn’t particularly stood out, though that may just be because of all the stuff that’s happened >Still, gonna wring that label out until you feel comfortable enough to abandon it >Deciding that you’ve left Fluttershy hainging for a bit too long you give her a quick nod as you don a smile “Sure, what’s up?” >Looking down the hallway and back to the T where she entered she asks unsurely >”I don’t suppose you’ve seen Angel here have you? He ran off on his own again…” >Angel, isn’t that, oh wait >You remember this happening before >It was sometime during your second week here if you remember correctly >You were on your way out after your after-school work out when you saw yellow butter peeking into a trash can >While that by itself was enough to strike you as odd, it was the defeated state she was in after not finding anything in the garbage >She looked, well, like she was about to start crying, and even with your general no talking stance it seemed wrong not to ask what was going on >It’s easy to ignore peoples’ attempts to socialize, but you aren’t heartless enough to just ignore someone about to cry while slumped up against a trash can >After stopping and asking her if she needed a hand you quickly found yourself with a bit too big a bite to chew >It took almost an hour to actually see that rabbit, then you had to chase the little rascal throughout almost the entirety of the school! >Overall not a great time >You shake your head much to Fluttershy’s dismay “No sorry, just visiting the restroom after getting done meeting up with Luna.” >She brings a hand to her mouth >”Oh my, I thought I saw you going into her office this morning, is everything alright?” >With a casual wave of your hand you try to alleviate any concern “Yea, we just talked over some stuff for a while.” >It’s only as you say that do you realize how suspect talking from before school till like 1:30 is >Not to mention you don’t want to just drop that Luna scoured through your mind while you slept in passing conversation >Maybe not even bring it up ever >Need to quickly add an excuse to throw her off >You add with a shrug “After a few segways through recent events she wished to discuss she helped me fill out some stuff with my transcripts I’ve had to file since forever.” >Fluttershy nods understandingly as her big blue eyes focus on you >”Oh of course, I know how long filling out forms can take…” >You both bask in the conversational dead-end as she looks back down the hallway once more >Shit, she needs to get going doesn’t she? >She doesn’t have too much time before the next class, and you’re pretty sure finding that fur-ball before then would be better >Ehhh, you should at least offer to help shouldn’t you? >Might not be the coolest thing to do to Luna, but you are supposed to be getting closer to your new group of, buds >Ok, maybe never use buds to describe them again >Regardless, you should offer even if you kinda don’t want to “Well anyway, do you need a hand looking for the little guy, cause I could…” >Fluttershy gives you a happy smile as she picks up what you’re putting down >”Don’t worry about it, Rainbow is helping me look.” >Well that’s a load off >Rainbow didn’t quite strike you as the search and rescue type, but you wouldn’t put it past her >Fluttershy crosses her arms as she rolls her eyes playfully >”She practically jumped at the chance to get out of math.” >Ah >Ok, that definitely seems more like her “Oh alright, figured I’d offer just in case anyways.” >Fluttershy flashes you another smile before furrowing her brow as her eyes drift over your shoulder >”Oh my, if you’ll excuse me…” >Following her eyes and glancing over your shoulder you see a ticking clock >You wave off the apologetic vibe her posture has assumed “Sorry, don’t let me keep ya.” >Nodding she scurries off down the hall once more >Only to stop a few yards away mid-stride >Huh? >Standing at attention she nods to herself >What on Earth… >You raise an eyebrow as she turns back around “Forget something?” >She slinks back towards you with a sheepish half-grin(?) on her face >Makes you think of someone who’s both embarrassed and nervous at the same time, but they’re trying to grin and bear it despite that >She seems awfully interested in the floor tiles as her small fists grab the hem of her skirt >”I, I did in fact…” >You await her to elaborate on that, but she stays silent >Um, do you need to coax it out of her? “And that would be?” >You can see her mouth moving, but you can’t really hear anything >Wait >You strain your ears as you think you catch bits of something >”…your…” >Ok, you don’t know whether to be impressed or concerned that she can talk so quietly >Fluttershy is talking quietly enough that the buzz of the fluorescent lights above and the tics of the clock behind you somehow drown out her voice with their residual noise >You feel like it may not be the best thing to say but you need to >After all, you’re pretty sure the word your is not enough info to guess what she’s saying “Could you, speak up a bit?” >You already feel like a dick as the words seem to distress the already burdened girl >After a moment she nods once more >”I, n….er” >Ok, you can tell she’s givin it all she’s got; she seems to even have a slight tremble going on as she inspects your crispy shoes >But holy god damn if you can’t hear jack shit of what she’s saying >You really don’t want to have to ask again >You hate that shit when someone in class talks to a quiet person and has to ask the quiet guy to speak up after the quiet guy is, well quiet >Can’t help but cringe a bit for em >It’s like you can just FEEL the second hand embarrassment from being in too close proximity >Maybe you should just try to calm Flutters down? >You VERY gently place a hand on her shoulder “Do you need a pencil and paper or something instead of having to d—“ >She puffs her chest as she takes a deep breath causing you to stop talking >You can’t tear your gaze from her as she slowly exhales >With a sudden burst of confidence(?) she spits out words like a machinegun >”I’msorryI’mjustneverousbecauseI’veneveractuallyHADtodothisbecauseeveryoneelsealwaysGAVEmethere’sandit’sabitscaryBUTI’vegottosuckitupandJUSTaskforyournumberPLEASE!” >All you can do is blink at the sudden burst of, not angry yelling? >You didn’t think that that she had it in her to get so, mad or not? >At least you think Fluttershy is, it’s kinda hard to tell >She just looks so intense >She must be aware of your stare as she slaps a hand over her mouth and becomes noticeably meeker >”Oh gosh, I’m sorry; it’s just I’ve never done this and it’s hard and scary and…” >Jeez, she seems really rattled >Better play it off cool like >With as casual of a shrug you can manage you give her an awkward smile “Nah it’s fine, I get ya.” >It seems like some of her jitters flow out of her as she calms down >Good, no one should be THAT stressed over asking someone for their number >Though you can’t help but wonder as you really think about it >Trying your best to look as non-threatening as possible you hold a hand up defensively “Though if it’s uh, this hard to do so why didn’t you just ask someone else for my number?” >She shakes her head so hard it’s a wonder that it doesn’t begin to hover off her neck and fly away >”Oh no, that wouldn’t be polite, and it’s something I needed to work on.” >Well, guess that makes sense >Though… “So you’ve never had to ask ANYONE for their number?” >Casting her gaze downwards she holds her arm >”I, I haven’t been able to even once…” >Oh, OH >Kinda should’ve guessed that one >If she’s having this much trouble asking you, you don’t know how well that’d go over with someone she’s never actually spoke to except for that conversation >Wait >Shooting her a finger gun you raise an eyebrow “Do you not even have the girl’s numbers?” >She fidgets in place as she frowns >”I do, but that’s only because they GAVE me their numbers when they got their phones in middle school…” >Oh, well shit >Wait a sec! >Fluttershy said she got all their numbers in middle school, but what about… “How about Sunset’s number?” >She heaves a small sigh as she diverts her gaze downwards once more >”She gave us all her number during the celebratory party Pinkie threw her after the whole, she-demon thing…” >Aw shit >Ok then, wait, did they have a celebratory party for Twilight when she transferred? >Maybe? >Fuck it, should ask anyways “Twilight?” >Her shoulders slump as you no doubt kill her confidence more with your words >”It was in her packet she handed out after first coming to CHS…” >Oh fuck, that sounds exactly like Twilight >Fluttershy bites her lip before practically exploding in your face >”You’re the only chance I have to ask someone for their number!” >Really getting up in your face! >Don’t know if she’s just really desperate or like, wait >Shit, is she gonna cry? >You wave your hands in front of you frantically as if to physically stop her from doing so “Ok okokokay, you’re fine, I WANT to give you my number!” >With a slight sniffle she furrows her brow >”R-really?” >You literally couldn’t nod your head more vigorously >With what can only be described as a squee she smiles before throwing her arms around you >”Oh thank you so much!” >You do your best not to tense up and just limply return the embrace >The hug’s a bit unexpected, ok REALLY unexpected >Didn’t take her for a hugger >Not to mention that you’re getting a nice whiff of parfum de, pine tree? >Kinda like a cross between a gentle stream and fresh evergreen >But in a good way >Fluttershy stops squeezing for a moment and retreats a few steps >”Oh I’m sorry, I just got so excited and…” >With a smirk and a wave you do your best to dispel any thoughts of awkwardness “I’ll take a surprise hug over a crying wreck any day.” >She smiles once more as you share a warm and fuzzy moment together >You motion to her to get her phone out before anything else comes up >As she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small rectangular flip phone you tell her your number >She repeats it back to you as she taps away at her oddly utilitarian black clamshell >Didn’t take her for the practical type honestly >Snapping her phone closed she nods >”Thanks Anon!” >You return her nod with one of your own >She seems to realize that she has something to do as she pockets her phone hastily >”I’ll see you later; I’ve got to get back to searching for Angel.” >She rushes off down the hallway before you can say goodbye >Here’s hoping she can find him before class starts up >Turning back around towards the T you can’t help but catch what time it is on the clock >1:45pm >Better hurry up to the parking lot >Speeding down the hallways at a brisk walk you listen as your light footfalls provide ambient noise >The lockers blur together until you finally reach the double doors facing the parking lot >Pushing a door open you’re hit with the crisp afternoon air and a bit of blinding sunlight >Blinking your eyes adjust to the bright midday sun >A gentle breeze is the only thing that greets you as you step past the threshold of the double doors >Guess no one’s skipping classes by sitting in their car today >Pretty sure you saw someone doing that once >Stepping out into the parking lot proper you can hear a car idling nearby >Looking among the legion of parked cars one immediately stands out from the rest if only by virtue of just how black it is >You’re still not sure if windows tinted that dark are street legal or not >Strolling towards the running car you can’t help but feel at least a tiny ping of admiration for the sleek design >Drawing near you can faintly hear a muffled electronic beat vibrating from the car https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTKTffKURDY >Don’t recognize it >You blink as you try to peek a view into the car >God, you can’t even tell what’s going on inside the thing and you’re practically in it already >Gripping the door handle you give it a go to see if she left it unlocked >Course she did, is probably waiting for you >As you take your seat you see that Luna nose deep in her phone >Closing the door and buckling your seatbelt you wonder what’s captivating her attention so >She’s like really into it >Maybe a bit too into it as she hasn’t even notice you being here >Coughing into your hand you try to get her attention >She blinks before looking to you >”My apologies.” >She quickly pockets her phone before turning to you >”I got a bit, absorbed in my reading; are you ready to depart?” >It’s starting to occur to you that maybe something Luna saw in your mind really did get to her >But you know how the old saying goes >This is only the second time, so it’s coincidence for now >If she has a major space out again though… >Getting away from your paranoia you gesture forth with an open palm and speak with a mock authoritative tone “By all means.” >Where is Discord? >The pressing thought causes your tail to twitch involuntarily >You had hoped to wind down after all that vigorous practice that Rainbow Dash was forcing you to do >You peer out your window as if expecting Discord to spontaneously appear wearing some sort of odd costume like nothing’s wrong at all >However, you’re disappointed when the only thing that happens is a bird coming home to its little house >You look back at your clock on the wall to check if maybe you had the wrong time >No, he’s just late >He’s never been late for teatime >Jumping off the couch you pace around while you try to think >Did you do something wrong? >Maybe you were a bit colder than you needed to be when you left for Yakyakistan? >You haven’t actually seen him since your departure >Not only that, but you heard from Spike that Discord didn’t take their rejection of him very well either… >Was it wrong to assume that regardless of how he’s feeling that he’d show up for tea? >Maybe he’s feeling too hurt to even attend today? >Your eyes wander to the crust-less sandwiches and their crusts segregated into their own respective piles >You hope that isn’t the case, but it certainly would explain his absence now >Not to mention why he hasn’t been seen by anyp0ny at any of his usual hangouts in the past few days >Maybe you should try to get in touch with him on your own, help him make up with Spike and Big Mac maybe? >He just needs a hand with being a sociable kind of p0ny >Alright, that seems like an idea! >Though now you have to find a way to contact him >Discord was always more the type to just be there when he wished to hang out >You never did get a way to talk to him when he’s out and about >Bringing a hoof to your chin you stroke it gently >How do you get ahold of one of the most powerful beings in all Equestria? >Nothing really comes to mind as your eyes wander the room for inspiration >It’s only as your gaze grazes across a framed photo do you realize the obvious answer >Twilight ought to be able to get in contact with Discord! >Other than the fact that she’s so smart, you have no doubt she has a way to find him no matter what >You nod to yourself before walking to the front door >Asking Twilight for help should’ve occurred to you right away! >As you chastise yourself for not realize that sooner you notice Angel hop out of a small pillow fort by the door >He gives you a raised eyebrow as you open the door “I don’t know where Discord is, but I’m going to go out and try to find him.” >He rolls his eyes before hungrily eyeing some of the finger food you set out “You can help yourself, but make sure not to eat too much! You don’t want to spoil dinner.” >He quickly nods before hopping towards the abandoned snack tray >Stepping out and closing the door behind you, you take a deep breath of the somewhat chilly air >You may have to start wearing a hat soon >Trotting down your pathway you begin the small trip to Twilight’s castle >Luckily for you it’s not too far away from your little cottage >You clip clop along the trail outlining Ponyville proper at a somewhat slow pace >It’s warm enough that the sun can keep the mild cold away, but not warm enough that you want to feel the bit of a breeze that moving too quickly would bring with it >As you circle round near the main plaza you spot Derpy >She seems to be struggling to keep a stack of purple and turquoise clothing upright >At least she was, until the stack collapses onto a nearby table manned by somep0ny you don’t know >Derpy spots you and gives you an excited wave as a group of other p0nies snatch up the clothing happily >You give a small wave to the grey Pegasus and continue on your way >Wonder what Derpy was up to? >You don’t get too long to think about that thought however as you find yourself at the hoof of Twilight’s Castle of Friendship >Even though you’ve visited this place countless times, you just can’t help but feel slightly, intimidated, by the crystalline structure >It’s just so much bigger and, ironically, less friendly than Golden Oaks was >Your hooves clack loudly on the stone steps as you ascend to the door >Making sure to knock on the large golden doors before pushing one open >Twilight’s never minded walking in, especially with how big the castle is, but you always feel better for at least calling out before waltzing in >Poking your head in you call out slightly above speaking volume “Twilight, are you home?” >It’s only as the silence answers you do your realize that wasn’t the smartest question to ask the clearly empty room >Stepping in you close the door behind you as you hear the pitter-patter of Spike’s claws >The tiny dragon himself steps out from the hallway to your right with a smile “Hello Spike.” >Trotting towards him you return his smile >”Oh, hi Fluttershy, do you need to see Twilight?” >You stop in front of him and nod “Mhmm, I need Twilight’s help with a problem.” >He brings a clenched claw to his mouth >”Is it a friendship problem?” >You’re first instinct is to say no, but thinking about it, it is somewhat of a friendship problem “A little.” >Spike gives a knowing nod >”Alright, well she’s in the library; should I get you two anything?” >Do you want anything? >Actually, you still have a craving for some tea >It sounds pretty good considering you didn’t get to enjoy tea with Discord “I would like some tea, thank you.” >Spike waves your thanks off with an open claw before walking towards the kitchen >Turning around you make your way through the winding hallway >Having been here so often you can almost navigate through here with your eyes closed >Your slow pace causes you to take notice of the echo your hoofsteps make >The halls always seems so empty when you travel through it by yourself >Coming up on the library you can see the door is slightly ajar >Peeking around it you see that the library is in a particular state of discord, funnily enough >Books seem to be stacked high atop each other instead of on the shelf >To the point where you can’t see any books on the shelves at all, not to mention that all the stacks are taller than you! >With all the clutter you can’t see Twilight >Stepping in you call out for her “Twilight, are you there?” >A shimmering pink aura floats a single book out of what looks to be a fort in the middle of the room >You’re surprised it’s standing up until you realize it’s halfway built onto the large table >A pair of eyes appears from the darkness of the book fort >”Fluttershy?” >You walk to the miniature book castle as you answer “Um yes?” >The magical aura lifting the single book envelopes the top half of the book mountain and floats them to the side >Sitting on a throne of books is Twilight who looks a bit ruffled >Her hair is frayed and you’re pretty sure there’s a bookmark stuck in her mane >”Oh hi, how’re you doing?” >She blinks at you with a sleepy smile “I’m good…” >As you get closer to her she clears a path for you to the inside of her book fort and sets the moved books into a pile behind her “Are you alright Twilight?” >She rubs sleeps out of her eyes before raising her eyebrows and pointing to herself >”Who me? Oh no, I’m just great; all systems nominal!” >That’s, not very convincing >Standing beside her you can’t help but notice the bags under her eyes >Maybe you should find out how long she’s been, being Twilight >Trying to be as nonchalant as you can you sweep your gaze elsewhere “So what are you reading?” >Her face brightens up somewhat as a heavy decrepit looking tome rises from the table >”Just a little something Sunset asked me to look into; I didn’t get the chance to do so since we were in Yakyakistan, and I’ve been dying to read it!” >Oh, you’d say that she could’ve brought it along with, but between how fragile the book looks and how rough the yaks are… “So why did you stack all theses books?” >She frowns a bit as she sets the tome down lightly >”Unfortunately due to some odd mislabeling I didn’t find the book I needed until this morning.” >She looks around at the towering masses of books that surround the two of you >”So I decided to reorganize all the books I had!” >You should’ve guessed as much >Standing up she stretches her legs and wings before stepping off her book throne >”But when I finally found the book I was looking for I decided to take a little peek at it before I put everything back.” >A little peek? >Didn’t she say that she found the book this morning? >It’s well into the afternoon! “And that’s why you were sitting in a book fort?” >She blushes before diverting her gaze downwards >”That little peek turned into a few more pages, and then into one more chapter, and…” >You roll your eyes with a grin >”It wasn’t only that I wanted to read more, but there are many snippets in this book reference the name of what I’m researching.” >She looks up from the ground with stars in her eyes >”I’m close to the end now and it appears that what I’m looking for isn’t even touched upon at all, isn’t that exciting!” >You tilt your head to the side as she still hasn’t really answered what she’s researching “What exactly are you looking into that even YOU don’t have a book on it?” >With a smile she holds the aging book aloft >”Directly on it to be exact, but ancient mythos dating all the way back to before the unification of the three tribes!” >Oh my, that’s quite far back “So what are you going to do since you don’t have a book on it?” >Her eyes drift over your withers >”Hmm, I suppose I’ll have to look further into it at the Library of Magic in Canterlot.” >Oh, she’s going to have to take a trip to Canterlot now? >You wonder if asking about Discord would be too much of a bother now that Twilight is so fired up to do something >You hear a knock from the door and turn around to see Spike holding a tray of tea and finger sandwiches >He sighs as he looks around before setting the tray on top of a clear spot on the table >”Don’t mind me, just making sure you two ladies have something to drink while you talk about the friendship problem.” >You can’t help but feel a bit happy at your stroke of good luck in the form of your dear little baby dragon friend >Twilight smiles at happily before taking a sip of tea >”Thank you very much Spike.” >Spike quickly darts out of the room with a wave >Though now you’re wondering if maybe Twilight’s a bit too out of it to even recognize what Spike just said >She blinks a few times after taking another drink before almost dropping her cup and turns to you >”I’m so sorry Fluttershy; I completely forgot to ask!” >She sighs before placing her teacup back on the tray >”But since Spike was so kind to remind me, do you have a friendship problem you need help with?” >You shift slightly on your hooves as you think of how to answer “Well, somewhat, but I don’t want to bother you if you’re going to go to Canterlot…” >Twilight’s face softens before she places a wing on your withers >”Don’t be ridiculous, you couldn’t be a bother if you tried.” >You share a warm smile with your friend for a moment before deciding to commit “Well, I’m having a problem with Discord…” >She furrows her brow in worry >”What’s the problem, is he causing trouble?” >You shake your head quickly to defend Discord “Oh no, he’s not causing any trouble; I’m just worried about him.” >Nodding she shifts her gaze around the room before raising an eyebrow >”Did something happen to him?” >You can only shake your head with a limp shrug “I don’t know, I haven’t seen him since we left for Yakyakistan, and I’m worried about him since he even missed our weekly tea party.” >She only blinks as if she doesn’t get how serious that is “Discord hasn’t missed a single tea party for the year I’ve been hosting them.” >Twilight seems to understand the severity of what you said after processing it for a moment >Taking a sip of tea she stares at the rippling brown liquid >”Well, this is a very serious friendship problem then isn’t it?” >Sitting down next to the table on a smaller stack of books you grab your cup of tea and smell its pleasant aroma before nodding “I think it might be, but I don’t know for sure.” >Taking a drink of the golden brown liquid you savor its smooth taste before setting the cup back down on the tray “I was hoping you could help me find him so I could try to talk to him.” >Twilight gives you a curious glance as you feel a bit of shame creeping up on you “I don’t know what’s wrong, but I want to try and cheer him up if he’s sad; and maybe talk some sense into him if he’s being stubborn.” >She scratches her chin with a hoof while thinking aloud >”Hmm, I can’t think of a way to contact him, but I do recall Princess Celestia telling me about a scroll of some sort that allowed her to find him…” >A scroll to find Discord? >She stomps her hoof down with a smile >”I guess I’ll just have to pick that scroll up on my trip to the Library of Magic!” >You sip at your tea as she turns to you >”Would you like to accompany me?” >You’re tempted to say yes, but you promised to help out with buckball “I would, but I promised Rainbow Dash and Applejack I’d play for the Ponyville buckbaall team tomorrow.” >Twilight deflates somewhat before scrunching her face up >”Buckball?” >Finding a booth near the seclusion of the street facing windows you slump into your seat with an audible sigh >Extending your arms in a stretch you stare out the window into the calm streets >Kind of wish there was something to look at besides a few stray cars passing by here or there >God knows you could use something to distract you >However it seems the city cares not for your plight as you find nothing interesting to focus on >So instead you decide to think about your current lethargic mood that seems to be coming into full swing >You know that you’re, at least now, moderately rested, but that energy you had when you woke up seems to have all but vanished on the car ride here >Maybe not enough to fall asleep outright, but enough that you’re tempted to ask Luna if you can take another nap in her lap >With a blink of your eyes you really think about that >You don’t know what’s worse, the fact that sounds like something you would be interested in doing again, or that you don’t seem to have any qualms with wanting to do so in public >Maybe you need to workout… >Have a nice bout of solitude doing something familiar >Too many days of magic happenings and being around girls has sapped you of your mind >Yep, that’s got to be it >Closing your eyes you use the tabletop like a pillow >The cool wood pressing up against your cheek brings you small comfort >That little piece of happiness flutters away quickly as you feel someone’s presence >”Feeling a bit tired?” >You manage to peel your eyes open and look at Luna as she takes a seat across from you "Nah, I heard from Pinkie that if you listen to cut wood real close you can hear the sound the tree made when it fell." >Luna visage takes on a distinctly amused smile >”And what does this table sound like?” >Sitting up straight you furrow your brow in mock wonder “This tree must’ve fell when no one was around, cause I’m not hearing anything from it.” >She lets out a small chuckle as she takes her driving gloves off and stuffs them in her pocket >”Well, if you were feeling a wave of onset exhaustion that’d be completely normal.” >She stifles a yawn as you inspect the little number flag she brought with her “That so? I thought it’d be the opposite from how I felt after waking up.” >There was a little voice in your head saying that maybe something did go wrong and that’s why you were tired and that was making you a bit nervous >Though you do feel a little better now that she seems to be as sleepy as you are >”It’s an unfortunate side-effect of how I induce the sleep, it makes everyone want to pass out after half an hour or so.” >While she takes a sip from her straw she offers another cup to you >”It doesn’t last for much longer than an hour, but ingesting caffeine can help alleviate it faster.” >Deciding to take her up on her offer you grab the lidded beverage >While you don’t usually do soda you think you can make an exception for right now >Slurping the acidic liquid several questions you completely forgot to ask on the car ride here pop into your mind >Setting the vaguely rootbeer drink down you point a finger gun at Luna “So hey, I know we already did the whole dramatic reveal about the past thing, but do you mind answering a few questions for me while we’re alone?” >Setting her drink down she nods >”Of course, I’ll do my best to answer any and all questions you have.” https://imgur.com/T0DeTzt >Alright, time to dig through that list of questions you’ve been dying to answer! >Firstly starting with the one that you should probably be the most concerned with “Can you explain to me the magic regeneration power I apparently have now?” >Because you REALLY want to know if you’re slowly killing yourself with it >You need to know if you have a magic cancer or something >Luna’s face becomes, conflicted >”That’s a, complicated question.” >She bites her lip as she stares into the table before making eye contact with you >”While you have already seen the results of it firsthand let me dispel one misunderstanding before I explain anything.” >Dispel a misunderstanding? >Do you not actually have magic regen? >Her usual focused seriousness shines through as she continues >”While you may recover from any injuries inflicted upon you given enough time and magic, you should never let it push you into unnecessary danger.” >Huh? >With a raised eyebrow you prompt her to elaborate >She leans back as she crosses her arms atop the table >”I’ll explain why, but you should ALWAYS keep that in mind.” >You nod unsurely as she scratches her chin >With an unsure look herself she points to you >”Are you familiar with how a machine gun operates?” >Talk about a tangent “I know the basics from video games, I guess.” >She nods reassuring smile >”Don’t worry; this is a gross oversimplification so that should suffice.” >She stops to think a moment before grabbing a napkin and pen >Taking a moment to scribble what you’re pretty sure supposed to be a rough approximation of a browning machine gun she turns it towards you >”Alright, shooting a gun is an apt metaphor for the act of using energy from the gate.” >The gate? >That’s already there’s another question for ya >You resist the urge to interrupt however as Luna points to the belt >”To begin, we can consider the energy from the gate as the bullets for the gun.” >You do your best following along nod >Opening her mouth she hesitates for a moment >”You don’t know what the gate is do you?” >Well shit, were you that transparent? “Not a clue.” >”Do you know where Ms. Shimmer comes from?” >Ah yea “Yea, the horse-world-thing through what used to be the Canterlot statue right?” >She shrugs with a wry smirk >”The locals refer to it as Equestria, and that place has an energy in abundance not native to our world.” >She takes a moment to consider something before shaking her head >”It’s a bit complicated to explain on the fly, so you can just think of it like the locals of her world do, and simply refer to it as, magic.” >You can almost feel the irritation in her voice as she spits out the word magic “I guess you don’t really agree?” >The malice on her face is beginning to show through >”How any of them can refer to an energy that can almost be classified as a science as, magic, will never cease to amaze me.” >Oh, alright then >Wait “So you’ve been there?” >With a wistful shake of her head she sighs >”No, it’s only recently opened up enough for passage through, back when we were heavily probing the gate things beside magic would fall through all the time including books.” >And more questions >Holding her hands up she claps >”However, getting back to the initial question…” >She points back to the belt >”Now, for all intents and purposes the magic we draw upon from the gate is limitless.” https://imgur.com/EbEX8mg >With a fingertip Luna circles where the belt feeds the bullets into the gun >”Then those bullets are fed into the receiver, in our case…” >She points to your pin as it hangs from your sweater pull string >”The pins that we use.” >You palm the aforementioned pin in your hand as you glance at it >”Just like a gun however, if you use your pin too much it can jam.” >You vaguely recall Discord saying something about that >Something about clogged systems needing to be cleaned? “Like if you’re exposed to too much dark magic?” >You look up from your pin to a surprised Luna who nods >”Yes, that would do it, though I’ve only personally seen that happen a hand-full of times.” >She almost begins to drift into thought but reels herself back in beforehand >”Another way would be from excessive overuse, which is something we’ll come back to.” >Tapping the trigger she clears her throat >”Though even with the receiver and the infinite supply of bullets available no gun would fire without the pull of a trigger.” >She taps her temple with her pointer finger >”And this is our trigger when using magic.” >Our mind? >She crosses her arms with a somewhat dissatisfied frown >”This is where it becomes a bit less than an exact science unfortunately…” >You lean forward over the picture and prop yourself up with a hand on your chin “How so?” >She rubs her temple as she stares over your shoulder >”Igi and I could never agree as to what exactly the trigger was though through countless arguements we were able to determine two main hypotheses we believe trigger magic, even if they are somewhat conjecture.” >She stops to take a sip of her soda and it reminds you to take one of your own >”I hypothesized that it was the use of a being’s agency being exerted that activates a specific magic that being knows. For example, say I wanted a napkin from over there.” >Luna points to the soda machines off on the other side of the restaurant >”The common exercise of my agency would be to simply get up and acquire one, but if I were to only think about doing so I could instead telekinetically float it over.” >She crosses her arms as she leans back in her seat >”Of course, the limitation there is that would only happen if I know how to use magic in a telekinetic way.” >She points to you with an open hand >”But the way you can express your agency through magic is severely limited by your lack of knowledge in magic.” >Leaning forward she palms her chin >”And that’s where the holes in my hypothesis start to show, but where Igi’s hypothesis comes in.” >Yea considering you don’t know how to heal yourself or do that dbz shit you did a few days ago >So how does that factor in? >She pauses for a moment as if rehearsing what he said before nodding to herself >”He believed that instead of magic being used as an embodiment of a being’s agency he thought that magic was purely driven by emotion.” >Hm, you think you can see where this is going already >”In the previous example he said it wasn’t the act of thinking about floating a napkin over that did so, but the desire that forms from wanting it in the first place.” >She stops as a sombrero-clad woman sets down a tray of Mexican delights before you >The two of you say in almost perfect unison >”Thank you.” >The server tips her sombrero before walking off with the little flag >You dip a nacho as Luna unwraps a burrito >”He thought that with an intense enough feeling you would basically brute force your way into magically acquiring those napkins.” >Luna takes a quick bite before continuing >”This of course was limited only by your natural magical inclination.” >Woah woah, hold up >You narrow your eyes as you point a cheesy chip accusingly at her “What’s a magical inclination?” >She furrows her brow and thinks between bites of burrito for a few moments before replying >”Everyone can do what we refer to as basic magic, but everyone who’s actually able to cast magic has their own special way of using it.” >Who’s been able to cast magic? >You’re a bit curious as to just what she means but you file it away for after the rest of this explanation >”In Will’s case, he always tackles things in a head-on way, and relies on split-second decision making in the heat of a fight; which is why he’s able to speed up his thinking with spurts of magically induced spikes of adrenaline.” >Holy shit, that sounds rad as hell >”Though that brings about its own side-effects like the horrible crashes he has if he uses it too much.” >Shaking her head she waves the burrito around limply >”But even though I digress, this is a great time to segue into the barrel of our metaphorical gun.” >She points to you >”The barrel is simply yourself.” >Wait, it’s just you? >She stuffs the rest of her burrito nub into her mouth and takes a moment to chew before getting on with it >”Whether it’s from your feelings or careful consideration of how to use your agency you must conduct the magic into the physical world.” >You stuff a handful of chips into your mouth as she sips her soda >”And like the barrel of a gun, you can acquire wear and tear from the mere action of using magic.” >”That wear and tear can be minimized just like a gun, but it can also be catastrophic as well.” >Luna gets somewhat serious as she leans forward >”An example would be like the excessive overuse from before.” >She sighs >”Now it wasn't until a few years ago that I thought the trigger pull might be both Igi and my self’s hypotheses and every magic user is proof of that.” >While you got the impression they’re both right you have no idea where she’s going with this >She seems to see you lack of understanding as thinks for a second >”Tell me, when you get hurt what usually happens?” >You bleed >Resisting your first impulse answer you say “I get mad?” >She shrugs >”Ok, but what do you do that everybody unless they’re afflicted with a specific condition does after getting hurt?” >Uh, something everybody except specific people do after getting hurt do? >You struggle to think of anything for a few panicked seconds before realizing “Recover?” >She nods with a smile while grabbing a hard-shell taco >”Exactly, do you know why?” >Well, obviously “Because our bodies automatically do that?” >She gives you a slightly amused grin >”That’s a way of looking at it.” >Wait you’re confused “What does this have to do with overuse danger and the barrel of our metaphorical gun?” >She shrugs as she leans back once more >” You could say that when you’re hurt there’s an undercurrent cocktail of emotions that constantly influences you.” >She taps the trigger of the napkin gun with two fingers >”You could also say the body is doing everything in its power to heal a wound.” >Ok? >Where does that lea-oh fuck “Are you saying that my body could unconsciously use magic to speed up the natural healing process?” >She glances at the barrel of the gun >”Do you know what happens to the barrel of a gun after continuous fire?” >Well you’re not an expert or anything, but… “I take it nothing good?” >Luna nods solemnly >”In guns it creates a number of problems from the heat it generates such as making the bore larger, shots less accurate, and the steel of the barrel itself weakening. That’s not even mentioning the increased likelihood of the gun jamming or a round firing off accidentally.” >You don’t really like the sound of that when you try to think of what the human equivalent will be “So if that’s for our metaphorical gun, then…” >She drinks the rest of her soda with a somewhat drawn out slurp >”Almost the exact same thing if we simply add and replace a few words.” >You were really hoping she wasn’t going to say that >She sets her empty soda down before pointing to you >”The magical “heat” will have made your “bore” warp significantly by now; the effects of which will cause you to have less control over any magic you “fire”.” >Oh boy >”Not only that, but you may have ended up weakening your resilience when it comes to how well your body deals with magical punishment.” >She shakes her head >”Considering the fact that you went from basically zero magical exposure to, this, I suppose I’m more surprised that you haven’t accidentally fired off something more powerful than you can handle.” >What? “Uh, can you clarify that for me?” >she drums her fingers on the table rhythmically before replying >”Well, you’re a novice when it comes to any magic, I’m surprised that you were able to pull off what you did with Will without tearing yourself apart.” >That’s a thing that can happen!? >You wonder if maybe you said that out loud as Luna quickly adds >”It is only a possibility I wager because of how much magic you’d have to use in order to acquire blaster based spells like that without ever being taught them before. The amount of magical “heat” must’ve been immense.” >You’re beginning to wonder if maybe there’s some way to reduce that magical “heat” when improvising your way to a spell; cause if there isn’t you have no idea how you got to do dbz and healing stuff >”You’re just lucky that unlike the barrel of a gun, we can recover; at least up to a certain point.” >Well at least that’s one good thing, right? >She heaves a sigh before tearing the wrapping off a taco >”Though that point is the very thing I’m worried you may have slipped past all things considered.” >You’re going to die aren’t you? >You grab a quesadilla before asking “So, on a scale of 1 to 10 how much do you think I’ve hurt myself?” >Taking a bite of her taco she ponders for a moment >”Well, let’s go over all the times you’ve come into direct contact with magic in the past week.” >Alright, that should be easy >Even though everything has gotten a hell of a lot more hectic and magical these days you can say one thing for sure, it’s certainly more memorable than before >So now that you know how the pin works, basically, you can try to view everything with a new eye for detail >You take a moment to go through a quick rundown of your week before as you bite into the cheesy Mexican sandwich >First there was your fist fight with Flash >You slept involuntarily, had a party, slept voluntarily, met Trixie, got groceries, ran away from the BJ brigade, and cooked breakfast >Then you… >Oh yea, got brainwashed by not!Pinkie, ie Chrissy at the mall >Afterwards you hung out at the dinner to get ridiculed before checking out the warehouse party you didn’t get to go to >Then you slept again before waking up and jogging your ass to the shadiest fucking warehouse district there ever was because of magic >Got into a fight with a bunch of mind controlled guys after getting blasted in the back before actually getting blasted with a gun >Thought you were dead before Discord shows up to inform you that Chrissy was trying to drill into your head while healing you >Then he went on abou-wait a second >You blink as Luna begins to look slightly worried >You forgot about that thing that Discord said! >Somewhat loosing yourself in the perceived momentum of your discovery you slam your hands down on the table startling Luna “Tell me something, how can the pin get clogged with dark magic?” >Her eyes drift over your shoulder as she processes what you asked >”Well, it’s most likely because…” >She seems to have an ephiany herself as she nods >”I'm sorry, I completely forgot; how could that have slipped my mind?” >You wait anxiously as she reestablishes eye contact >”I know it’s a longshot, but have you by any chance been scanned for magic by Twilight?” >You nod unsure of where she’s going with this “Yep, she said something about my pin being an island of no magic in a magic sea.” >She frowns as she eyes your pin >”Tell me, did you by any chance see anyone using the magic you used against Will, or anyone using healing magic for that matter?” >Did you see the DBZ stuff you did against Will? >Yea of course, the obvious answer is in DBZ, but thinking back a bit more on it now you can’t help but see some similarities with what you did then and… >Fuck, you just copied Gilda, didn’t you? >Instead of ripping off the hiding an attack behind a fake one from Naruto, you ripped it off from Gilda! >She even did the neon pink ball splitting into buckshot thing you did to Will at the end >So let's say you did get the energy ball stuff from her, where would you have gotten the healing magic? >Wait, you already know where! >Discord said Chrissy was healing you the night he talked to you >So you didn’t see any healing magic perhaps, but it was used on you at some point >You point to an anxious Luna with an outstretched finger gun “Now when you say see, does it count if I couldn’t see it, but it was used on me?” >Her face practically lights up with concern >”Yes, in fact I’d say it’d count for much more if it was used on you.” >Oh, well… >You bite your lip a bit as you look off into the distance “So say, hypothetically, if someone were to have used both healing AND some sort of destructive based magic on me, would that be bad?” >Instead of any dramatic display of concern you’d expect she simply stops eating her taco as she stares through what’s left of your Mexican platter >”Like a sponge huh…” >You feel an overwhelming need for an explanation >After more than what you think is acceptable for leaving an ambiguous sentence like that hanging you try to get her attention “What is?” >She blinks as if just realizing that she was lost in thought before nodding to your dangling pin >”The pins we made, they’re just like sponges.” >You look down to the pin and back to Luna with a raised eyebrow “Care to elaborate?” >Taking a bite of her taco before setting it down she points back to the drawing of a gun >”While that’s an apt analogy for using magic, the pin’s function is admitingly a bit more nuanced than being a simple receiver.” >That’s not particularly surprising or anything >It was supposed to be a “gross oversimplification” after all >Flipping the napkin over Luna doodles your little magical medal and a pedestal? >”The pin not only draws magic from the gate, but filters any it comes into contact with back into the gate.” >Filters it back into the gate, but, wait what? “Weren’t you the one who just said that magic was an energy that we didn’t have?” >She shakes her head >”Not precisely, I said it’s not NATIVE to our world.” >You cock your head to the side in confusion “That makes it sound like there’s boat-loads of magic on Earth or something, but how could there be from just one portal in front of a suburban high school?” >Like you get that Nihilem is giving people magic, but even though you don’t know how he is you assume he isn’t just pulling it out of his ass or anything >She scratches her chin with a smirk >”When did I say there was only one portal?” >Her statement almost makes you choke on the last bit of your quesadilla “*Hack*W-What!?” >You beat your chest and cough some more as she shrugs >”I've seen with my own eyes proof magic slipping into our world from another source that dates as far back as some grecoroman myths.” >Wait, so MYTHS are real too!? “You can’t just drop something so MASSIVE with such a casual demeanor like it’s nothing!” >Are all myths real!? >Does that mean all monsters real, like really real?! >How could everything be real with almost no documented proof!? https://imgur.com/rIXZaNr >”Well it’s not exactly world shattering…” >With how connected the world is there’s no way EVERYTHING could be kept from public view! >Unless… >”Besides, we don’t have conclusive proof that every account i—“ >Were they, right? >Are all the higher ups in governments around the world actually SNEEPLE!? >”Anon?” >No, that’s too crazy, even in your now magic world >Though all of them being changelings… >You feel a hand rouse you from your run away thoughts >”You’re muttering out loud, and no, the government isn’t made up of changelings.” >You blink somewhat embarrassed by your blatant display of conspiracy theorist paranoia >”If it makes you feel better, I’ve personally seen two other gates that have leaked magic into our world and I think it’s very safe to say they pose little to no threat of endangering our world.” >That, kinda makes you feel a bit better >Luna shakes her head >”But to get back to the topic at hand, we made the pins out of material that came from the other world; that material absorbs small amounts of any spells cast around it.” >You flick your nose with your thumb to satisfy an itch as you process that “Well that’s all cool, but I still don’t see where calling it a sponge comes in.” >She scribbles around the pin on the napkin several times encasing it in circles >”Like a sponge, if you were to “dip” your pin into a spell it would soak up some of that spell.” >Ok, you kinda got that already “What does that do though?” >She draws a dashed arrow between what you think is supposed to be the gate and the pin with her pen >”After soaking up a piece of a spell, soapy water, the pin squeezes itself to send the raw magic, or water in this case, to the gate, but like a sponge some of the residual magic, or moisture and soap, stays on board.” “So some of the magic spell or whatever leaves behind magic soap scum?” >Luna nods as she crosses her arms >”That leftover magical residue helps the pin filter out more raw magic from spells of the same type it encounters.” >Well that makes sense, sorta >If it’s filtering a type of magic once it’ll probably see it again, but what if it sees too much of one kind? >”That would be just fine for a filter, but we also use the pins as a receiver for our spell gun.” >Oh shit “So if that’s how it filters it back to the gate, then wouldn’t it go through the process the other way when we draw magic from it?” >She sighs with a content smile as she draws some wavy arrows going towards the gate from the pin side and straight ones on the gate side >”Yes exactly.” >She points to the arrows >”I’m assuming you can guess what that means.” >You’ve got a bit of an idea “It would tinge whatever magic you draw from the gate in whatever magic it had been absorbing.” >You and her both furrow your brows as you mull over what you just said >That’s certainly something you didn’t think about, but… “So while this is interesting, what does this actually mean?” >Sitting up a little straighter she looks you up and down >”Well, before you fought Will did you encounter someone who used the magic you did, and have you been healed magically before?” >You should probably inform her about Gilda, but the healing thing >Well didn’t Discord say he cleaned out your pin? >Why wouldn’t he get rid of any healing magic residue? >Wait, probably because it isn’t some dark magic, duh >You hold a hand up to hopefully abate any interjections “Alright, so maybe I did encounter and fight with someone who used magic like I did against Will before I fought him, and I may have been healed recently.” >Luna takes a very deep sigh while closing her eyes >You quickly add before she says anything “Though while I get the magic residue thing now, I don’t see exactly how I was able to do all that stuff.” >She brings a clenched fist to her lips before replying >”I assume you’ve heard of muscle memory?” >Of course “What about it?” >Her eyes flick to your pin for a moment before she averts her gaze >”Well, you know that to conduct spells into the physical world they course through your body, how different is it really from being cast on you for some spells? >Well, the motions might be similar… >She isn’t? >Nah >Really? “Are you saying I could have some magical memory because I had to conduct the spells?” >She shrugs nonchalantly >”It’s not as unbelievable as you might think, really the only limiting factors besides barring most destruction spells would be that you’d have to be in the same state you were in when the spell was used on you, and since you're practically a blank slate with no ingrained habits…” >Well that... >You know thinking about it; you never had regeneration powers while you were awake >It was only after you woke up >And you know you were ko’d when Chrissy used it on you >But what about the berserk thing! >You can get the rapid healing since it only happened when you were out cold, but you did NOT see Gilda get that pissed >Though, you did use pink magic just like her >The timing and parallels between how you two fought are too much to just over look “That would explain the healing, but when I fought Will…” >You bite your lip as you think about how to properly word it “I didn’t think I could learn how to throw pink fireballs around just because someone chucked them at me for half an hour.” >Luna seems to shrink somewhat as you finish your sentence before she stares glumly out the window >”I, I might have a reason for why that is.”