>It's a cold, windy day as you carry your groceries back to your apartment.
>This is why you need a fucking car.
>Trying to take some shortcuts, you cut through an alley in order to get back before it starts to rain.
>You are Anonymous and today is the day that your lifelong monotony changes.
>A burning feeling begins to well up in your shins, but you are too close to slow down now.
>Maybe you can consider this working out for today.
>Just as you exit the alley, a massive BANG from behind you makes you drop to the ground.
>A feminine scream rips through the air around you and the sound of trashcans falling over fills you with dread.
>No... no way.
>A few trashcans begin rolling towards the exit of the makeshift street.
>Did someone just get shot?
>You drop your bags and try to sneak into the alley.
>People always tell you that you shouldn't be the hero, but you can't help it.
>If someone is hurt, then you have to help them.
>It's just in your nature.
"Are you alright in there?"
>The only answer is the rush of wind through he narrow alleyway.
>You edge closer to where you thought the scream came from.
"My name is Anon... I want to help."
>One of the trashcans stops rolling in front of you.
>Thats when you begin to see them.
>Scorch marks all over the concrete and the brick walls.
>In the middle of them sat... a weird purple creature.
>It almost looks like a tiny horse.
>You tip-toe your way towards it, but it doesn't even flinch.
>It's eyes are shut and seems to be out cold.
>Looking up and down the alleyway, you ponder taking care of this weird creature.
>Who else would do it?
>Probably nobody.
>You weren't really one for friends either.
>Picking up the unconscious creature, her hair moves away from her forehead, revealing a small horn.
>No way.
>This is a unicorn?
>That doesn't make sense.
>They aren't real.
>You wrap the tiny unicorn up in your coat and grab your bags.
>How will you take care of this thing?
>You barely have enough to take care of yourself.
>Fumbling with the keys to your apartment building, you head inside and towards your home.
>Maybe you shouldn't get too hasty.
>Things will work out.
>They always do.
>That's what your therapist told you.
>Pushing open the door to your home, you set the bags on the counter and take the purple unicorn to Rebecca's bedroom.
>No. The guest bedroom.
>That's it's name now after the accident.
>They told you not to try not to think about her anymore.
>You set her down on the bed and look around at the room that you rarely touched.
>A small amount of dust is beginning to form on everything.
>You should probably take care of that.
>Putting your fingers to the unicorn's throat, you feel a weak pulse.
>She doesn't look to be hurt, but she is probably weak.
>You head to the kitchen and get a bowl of water and a package of oatmeal from a cupboard.
>After putting the oatmeal in a separate bowl, you move back to the room and put them on the ground.
>For now, she might just need rest.
>You will check on her in a little bit.
>Time to put some groceries away.

>You sit on your couch, reading a book.
>Was this the 20th time?
>Who knows?
>It's a good book.
>Who needs the Internet?
>Not you!
>Plus it's too expensive.
>Your thoughts continue to drift to the unicorn in the other room.
>Check the clock for the fifth time since you got home.
>It's only been a half hour.
>Maybe you should check on her.
>Setting down the book, you head down towards the hall and open the door to the guest bedroom.
>For a split second, you swear you see your little girl again.
>You blink and she is gone.
>Replaced with a purple unicorn who is gently beginning to wake up.
>"Ugh... my head."
>It can talk?
>Did it seriously just talk?
>She sits up and pushes your coat off of her.
>"W-where am I?"
>She scans the pink room and affixes her gaze on you.
>Her eyes are filled with confusion and terror.
>"Who are you? What are you?"
>This can't be happening.
"Uh. I'm Anon and I'm a human. This is my apartment. What... are you?"
>"My name is Twilight... Twilight Sparkle. I'm a unicorn. Are you saying there aren't unicorns here?"
"No. Not really. Not quite you."
>She stretches out her tiny form and climbs off the bed.
>"So... does that mean you haven't heard of Equestria?"
"No... I can't say I have."
>She sits down and thinks carefully.
>"My teleportation spell must have went haywire then. I'm on a completely different world."
>She looks back up to you.
>"Well then. Sorry about the inconvenience. I'll just try to head back now. Nice meeting you Anon."
>Her horn begins to glow with some form of purple light.
>Is she really leaving?
>You were just getting to know each other.
>Surely she can't go yet!
>She closes her eyes and her horn glows stronger, but the light dies out.
>Opening her eyes, she looks around the room again and back to you.
>"It seems that my magic is weak here... Maybe I need to get the herbs necessary to amplify my magic and get home."
>A part of you feels happy that she can't leave yet.
>"I'm sorry Anon... maybe with your help I can find somewhere to stay and get some bits and-"
"You can stay here Twilight. It's fine. We will get you what you need."
>She smiles.
>"You don't have to do that. I'm sure that if I got out there that I can fend for myself."
"I don't think that you wanna do that. People out there are pretty..."
>Flashes of the civil rights movement fill your head.
>You remember the countless wars and atrocities that are shown on the news.
>The way the nobody would help you when Rebecca was hit by a car, and you tried to get help.
"Cold."
>"Surely it can't be that bad.
"Well. Let's take it slow. How about we make a list of what you need, and we will try and get it for you?"
>"Okay Anon. Thank you so much."