Title:           Anon Gets Ghost Kids
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Sunday 13th of December 2015 05:47:59 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 13th of December 2015 05:47:59 PM CDT

>You fall back on the blankets of your bed.
>Your little ghost floats down slowly to your side.
“That was spooky.”
>”Gets your heart racing, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, why should I giggle at ghosties when I could do that instead?”
>”Anon, don’t say things like that! I’ll giggle at you and then you’ll disappear.”
>She wraps her hooves around you, one of them going through you to get to the other side.
>A chill goes up and down your spine as she slips it effortlessly through you.
>”And I don’t want my Anon to disappear.”
>She gives you a cold kiss on the cheek.
>The moment seems to last forever, and then it starts to feel…
>Warm.
“Please tell me that’s not what I think it is.”
>She pulls back, and the feeling disappears.
>”What? -Oh!”
>She scrunches up, and you can hear her straining.
“What are you doing?”
>She continues to strain and concentrate, her see-through face somehow red.
>When suddenly she seems to pop back to normal.
>”Don’t worry about it.”
“Seriously, what was that?”
>”It’s a little trick that keeps our haunted house clean and dust free, now shush and let me be a sleepy spirit.”
>Well, you know when not to let her get her rest, so you leave her to her peace.
>Shutting your eyes, everything goes dark.
>During the night, you felt her cold embrace fade away.
>She leaves to go haunt an object. She says it’s a more comfortable way for her to sleep.
>”Anon, I made a surprise for you!”
>You put your hands on your face and rub your eyes tiredly.
“If it’s another heart-attack, so help me, you know who I’m gonna call…”
>And two unfamiliar voices shriek excitedly.
>”Daddy!”
>what.
>You shoot open your eyes, ignoring the sliver of light that usually burns your eyes, and see two smaller versions of your ghostly partner.
>They look only slightly different, their high voices all too real.
 
>They wrap their own pairs of hooves around your legs, not nearly as cold as their mother.
>They only manage to give you goosebumps, and then a shock of cold hits the rest of your body.
>”So would you rather have the heart-attack?”
“I think this still qualifies as just that.”
>”So you’ll be a ghost with me, finally?”
“How did… Does this mean…?”
>She lets go, and floats down to her offspring.
>”Well, I took a certain little part of you…”
>While the miniatures nuzzle your legs, thankfully wrapped in pajamas, she gestures to the boxers underneath.
>”And mixed it with a little part of me…”
>She wraps her hooves around the pair and your legs, sending your legs into “let’s not freeze off” mode.
>”And found a nice spooky place to make these two.”
>They ignore their larger counterpart and continue to attempt to freeze your bones.
“So, like, ghostly mitosis?”
>”You could say that.”
>You look back down at the trio, what would break other mortal men is...
>Heartwarming.
>Suddenly, she sticks a hoof through your chest.
"Thanks for getting rid of the warm and fuzzy feeling."
>"Anything for the stallion who knows death wont do us part."
 
>You tip toe over to the little brown pot.
“Where are you, my little ghosties?”
>You can hear them giggling, the little pot shaking and glowing with laughter.
“Where could you possibly…”
>You grab the pot, and begin to lift.
>DING!
>Ugh, who could that be?
“You win this time, little wisps.”
>Their giggling continues to mock you, as you leave to open the door.
>”Anon? Anon are you in there?”
>You’ve been spending most your time in your house of horrors, with your little horrors.
>So, you haven’t had time to…Go out.
>”Ah, there you are Anon!”
“Hey there Twilight, what brings you this part of town?”
>It was more like ‘the middle of nowhere’ than a ‘part of town’.
>It was quite a walk away from Ponyville, living up to the stereotypical haunted house.
>Far away, on a hill, two stories high, a broken window or two thanks to a reckless Little League.
>But, in the light of a cloudless day like today, it seemed like a normal house.
>”The girls and I were wondering if you could come out and join us for a picnic?”
>She steps back, and all her friends smile and wave.
>”What’s been coopin’ you up in there for so long, Anon?”
>”Yeah, what gives?”
>”Maybe he’s getting a surprise ready for all of us! Is it a surprise ‘Nonny? Is it?”
>You turn your head, and look at Spooky.
>She looks down at the floor, still a little shy about meeting the living.
>Could she even leave the house?
>A disappointed frown forms on your face as you turn back to the group.
“Sorry, I’m…”
>You look back and see your two little ones being held back by Spooky as she tries to stop them from seeing who’s at the door.
“Busy.”
>”Busy?”
>”What could you possibly be busy with, dear?”
“Well, sorry to point out the obvious but…”
>You point at the obvious.
>Windows, floor, a little bit of roof.
“This place still needs a little more dusting off.”
 
>”Well at this rate you’ll up an work yourself to the bone!”
>”Yeah, really Anon, if you spent all that time working just the interior I think you deserve a well-earned break.”
>Twilight, why do you have to be smart?
“Well, I’m busy with some other things too. Like, uh…”
>A single spider comes down from above like a sign from the heavens.
“Pest control, yeah. Lots of spiders that I need to-“
>”W-well, I could come by after the picnic and round them up somewhere else.”
>A nervous bead of sweat forms on your forehead.
>How would Spooky take this?
>You can’t just leave her by herself with the wisps and what would she think if you went out with six other mares for a ‘picnic’?
>It’d take at least a day, they seem like time isn’t existent.
>You look back for a little help, but she’s still trying her best to hold back the little ones.
>You really got to come up with names for those two…
>”’Nonny, what are you busy with? You keep looking away and looking back at us. It’s like you’ve seen a ghost!”
“Yeah, guess you could say I have.”
>You lean on the doorway and try to block their view in on the inside.
>”Seriously bud, what’s the big deal? A little sun never hurt anypony.”
>”You still didn’t answer us, darling, what you were up to?”
“Well, I have a wife and two foals, so I’m busy with that.”
>Twilights eyes shoot wide.
>Pinkie and Dash chuckle to themselves and AJ simply shakes her head with a grin.
>Fluttershy and Rarity, however, don’t seem to have picked up on the sarcasm you /tried/ to hint at.
>”Really? Who is she? How did you meet?”
>”He was just pullin’ your leg, Rarity.”
>”Well, I CERTAINLY did not hear a hint of a lie in what he said.”
“Calm down Rarity, I was kidding.”
>You turn back, and see Spooky is far more than just a little mad.
 
>You point at your ring-less finger, and silently mouth ‘for now’.
>She glares at you only for a moment, and then realized where rings on humans go.
>Her little muzzle goes red, somehow, and she flies off into the attic after the wisps.
>And idea pops into your cranium.
“How about we just bring the picnic in here? Give you a little tour of the place, relax and chat about current events, all in the comfort of my new home?”
>The girls seem a little surprised, like it wasn’t considered.
>”Well, that sounds just fine. What do you girls think?”
>”T-that’d be nice.”
>”I wouldn’t mind.”
>”Was this the surprise?!”
>”Then it’s settled! When would you like us over? We understand if the place may be a little, heh, dusty.”
>You look at the sun in the distance, slowly falling from its former positon.
“Yeah, give me an hour or two to tidy up.”
>Faint laughter from the wisps diverts your attention, and you turn around expecting heavy damage.
>Pots and furniture still in place…
>Nothing moved.
>What are they up to?
>”Excellent! We’ll see you then!”
>They turn and begin to walk away, and you shut the door and turn around.
>You slide down the door and wait for them to come out.
>But Spooky only pokes her head from the attic, her neck not acknowledging the ceiling.
>”They seem nice.”
“So you don’t mind the neighbors?”
>”Not at all, I mind this house still being dusty, though.”
>You look around, tables and windows outlined with debris.
>”And I think you should be the one to clean up this time.”
“Why me?”
>”Well, I for one don’t think it’s a good idea to herd six ponies, three ghosts, and a human into one house.”
>She pulls herself through the ceiling and floats over to a shelf.
>”Not to mention I didn’t get a single say in any of it.”
>She picks up a duster and floats it over to you and drops it in your lap.
 
>”And I’m the one who had to hold back two restless spirits for you-“
>You wave your hand and grab the duster with the other.
“I got it, I got it.”
>She crosses her hooves as her little ghost-tail curls up.
“Are you upset you won’t be able to eat anything?”
>”N-no, I’m upset that…”
“They’re good friends, no reason to be scared of them.”
>She looks at you unsurely.
“Besides, you could even make a few new friends.”
>And the ghost goes whiter than a ghost, and she flees up back into the attic.
>You look at the duster in your hand and back to the large house.
>”I expect it done by the time they come back!”
>Oh the struggle.