Title: Anon and the Helm of Domination Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/YtjN5pnh First Edit: Sunday 5th of October 2014 07:23:09 PM CDT Last Edit: Sunday 5th of October 2014 07:23:09 PM CDT You hold up your find to mother >She leans back, in.. Disgust? >"Anon, dear, are you sure you want to put that on your head? It looks uncomfortable.." >You look down at the er.. 'helmet' >Pretty heavy, but it still looks bad-ass >Why not? even if you didn't like it you could always toss it >As soon as you set the helm above your head, your heard something >Faint whispers.. >Eerie whispers at that.. >"Do it..." >"Put on.. The crown.." >You hesitated >But that doesn't mean you won't put it on >You slide the helmet on, and instantly you felt a surge of energy go through your skull >Everything goes black as you shut your eyes at the pain >But you can still see something, in the darkness >Visions of a time long passed >Of a Prince turned King >And that King, turning over his throne >What were only visions seemed like your own memories >You felt a faint glow on your head, like a light just turned on >You opened your eyes, and looked your mother through a dark-green glow >You took a step back, horrified at what you saw >Instead of Tia, you was a rotted walking corpse of an alicorn >Its coat grayed, one cutie mark long since fallen off >"Anon, are you alright?" >You blinked, and tried to wipe your eyes to no avail >But once you uncovered your hands, the figure was gone and Tia replaced it >"Anon, are you feeling fine?" "Y-Yes, mother.." >You paused in horror at your own voice >Your voice didn't have that cheery tone, that was long replaced by a commanding, deep voice of domination >You eyed Tia, both terrified at what has happened..   >3 Months later   >"Anon, when are you going to go out and make some friends?" >You stand up in defiance "I've told you, I have other duties than to make friends.." >You raise and point your sword at her, and then to the door "Please, go mother, and-" >She steps forward angrily >"Anon, you did not point that sword at me, did you?" >You put it back in its sheath and face mother, looking down at her "No mother, but I-"   >"No buts mister! I demand that-" >You unsheathe your sword again, and thrust it into the tile "I shall not be commanded by my mother!" >She steps back in awe >You won an argument with mother? >YOU.. WON.. against mother? >She frowned and gave you 'that' face >No, this was far from over >"As your Mother and as Princess, I ORDER you to go out!" >Suddenly, the room begins to shake >The floor begins to crack and shatter as something irrupts from the tiles >A small, skeletal dragon reaches his hand outward >Poor thing.. >It wasn't even that big, hell, it was only up to your knee piece >You both eye the undead creature "Can I keep it, Mother?" >You drop to your knees and pick it up >For some reason, you felt attached to it >It was like a puppy >She eyed it cautiously >"Fine, but only if you go and make friends and promise to pick up after it and to 'feed' it.." >Well, dragons ate gems, so that wouldn't be a problem... >Picking up after it, well.. If a leg or arm falls off that would be the only thing to "pick up" >But to make friends? >You look at the little dragon, its empty socket stared back >How the hell was that so cute? >You mumble a little bit before answering "Fine..." >The word echoed through the halls, you still couldn't quite get used to your new voice >Maybe Luna could help you, she got over the Canterlot voice, perhaps this is the same.. >Mother clapped excitedly, and made her way out >"Remember Anon, no staying up too late and no stealing corpses" >You stole ONE corpse... >Well, ONE graveyard full... >And she STILL didn't let it go.. >Whatever, at least you still had.. >What would you name it? >Hmm.. >Sindragosa? >Yeah.. Sindragosa for your little bundle of Bad-ass >Just Sin would be alright for now >But.. Where would you go to make friends? >Perhaps Mother could help >You pull the sword from the tile and put it away >You walk out the room to find mother >Instinctively, Sin follows >Please stop, you can only be so loyal and cool >You look around, she's nowhere in sight >Then you hear whispers again >They sound like they're behind you, over your shoulder >"Strike..Her..Down.." >"Become..King.." >"End..Her..." >Your eyes widen at the thought >No, that'd never happen >No one would make you think this way! >You draw your sword and slash through the air behind you >No one behind you except Sin >And you straight up decapitated him within 10 minutes of getting him >Damn.. >You look down in grief >When his bones rattle back to life >His headless body searching the floor for his head >You assist him, and place the skull in his hands >He sets it back into place, backwards, before spinning it forward >No other pet will be as bad-ass as Sin.. "My apologizes.." >You turn and walk down the halls >All the staff seem to cower before you >They'd see you look at them, then turn tail and run >Rude.. >Normally you wouldn't mind, you liked to see fear on their faces >But it was a pain in the ass when looking for Aunt Luna or Mother Tia >Or when in need of directions >Whatever, you had this place memorized like the back of your hand >To the kitchen before you start your journey to find friends..