- >You pick up your cane and put on your fake smile.
 - “It was a pleasure being here.”
 - >”Aww please stay. Just for a little longer.”
 - >Your smile turns a little more real.
 - “If it’s alright with Ms. Case.”
 - >”The children want you stay after all.”
 - >You were hoping to get an early start at the tavern.
 - >But it seems fate had another thing planned.
 - “Alright, one more story.”
 - >The children screechy happily as you sit back down.
 - >You’d been working the local orphanage for the past year or two.
 - >Has it really been so long since you left?
 - >Anyways, they mainly just need someone to help repair this and that.
 - >On occasion though, you actually get to see the children.
 - >Since you’re the only human in the known world, they were bound to have questions.
 - >Their caretaker was a kind mare, and she took good care of the kids.
 - >She could only entertain them for so long however.
 - >And that’s where you came in.
 - >You sit down on the couch next to Ms. Cane, the children sprawled out on the floor.
 - “Which story do you want to hear today?”
 - >As an adventurer, you had a novel’s worth of stories at your disposal.
 - >The kids were in awe at your gusto.
 - >They even made their own stories with you, which they’d tell as if it were true.
 - >Those were some good times, but that stuff’s long behind you now.
 - >”How about the one with the dragon!”
 - “Which one?”
 - >”There were more than one!?”
 - >Oh lord these kids are easy to entertain.
 - >A filly pulls at your pant sleeve.
 - >”Umm, excuse me.”
 - >”HEY! We want him to tell us a story.”
 - >You hush her fellows, recognizing the little girl.
 - >She was always the shy one of the bunch, and never talked to you.
 - >Until now that is.
 - “Yes dear?”
 - >”Could you tell us about your latest adventure?” she asks in the sweetest little voice.
 - >Your last adventure…
 - >Why not?
 - >You pull the little filly onto your lap and stroke her mane.
 - “My last adventure. That certainly is a story.”
 - >”Yeah! Tell us that one!”
 - >Ms. Cane looks at you worriedly.
 - >”You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
 - “I know,” you nod, “but they asked.”
 - >Where to begin?
 - >The start is always a good place.
 - “My journey began here, in this very city. I just came from over the Torgal Sea, determind to find my next adventure…”
 - >You make sure to avoid the R-Rated content, as not to corrupt these poor souls.
 - >They cheered for you at the start, and then you spoke of the avalanche.
 - >Their faces turned pale when you spoke of how you were broken and betrayed.
 - >You didn’t use real names, as not to tarnish your enemies’ reputations.
 - >They needed something after all.
 - >And then you spoke of the mane 6.
 - >The mood turned up indeed at that point.
 - >Fluttershy showed you kindness, Twilight empathy, Rarity understanding, Applejack trust, and Pinkie Pie…
 - >Your face turns red, eyes heavy with moisture.
 - >The little filly turns her head to you.
 - >”Is something wrong?”
 - >You put on a fake smile again and choke down the tears.
 - “I think I should stop there for today.”
 - >”But whyyyy?” the children whine.
 - >”Now children, Anon’s had a long day. He’ll be back tomorrow right?”
 - “Yeah…”
 - >You hoist yourself up on your cane, Ms. Cane escorting you to the door.
 - >She shuts the door behind her, helping you down the steps.
 - >Los Pegasus sure is busy at this time of day.
 - >”Are you sure you’re alright? You looked like you were about to break down in there.”
 - “It was a personal story, but one that shouldn’t be hidden.”
 - >”I understand.”
 - >No she doesn’t, but you don’t that against her.
 - >”Let me make it up to you. I know this nice restaurant that just opened up…”
 - >A date? She played it cool, but you could see what it was.
 - “I’d love to, but I can’t, sorry.”
 - >”Oh… That’s alright. Did you have plans?”
 - “Yeah. You could say that. Same time tomorrow ma’am.”
 - >”Same time…”
 - >You escape into the crowd, though it’s hard to blend in when you tower over the inhabitants.
 - >You pull the cloak over your head and head through the back-alleys.
 - >Nop0ny traverses these sections in fear of being mugged.
 - >It’s part of the reason you feel so safe in them.
 - >You find the backdoor to the tavern ajar, the owner loading in a cart of ale.
 - >”Just in time Anon, you mind giving me a hand?”
 - >He always puts emphasis on the word ‘hand,’ his idea of a joke maybe.
 - “No problem sir.”
 - >You hoist a barrel over your shoulder, carrying it inside.
 - >It’s not easy to hold onto with one hand, but you manage.
 - >You load four more barrels into the storage room.
 - >”You sure are *handy* to have around.”
 - “Yeah yeah, laugh it up.”
 - >”Don’t get all sensitive. I’m only joking.”
 - “I know… it just gets hard to laugh at sometimes.”
 - >”Trouble at work?”
 - “It’s all in the past.”
 - >Truer words have never been said.
 - >”Thanks for the help anyways. Drinks are on the house tonight.”
 - “I’ll make you regret that.”
 - >You find your usual seat in the back corner of the main room.
 - >The waitress brings over a fresh mug and biscuit tray.
 - >Weird custom, but you don’t complain.
 - >You rest you head on the table after a gulp of ale.
 - >This isn’t what you had in mind by settling down.
 - >But it’ll have to do.
 - >Tonight you shall live like a king.
 - >With free booze and bread.
 - >What’s not to like?
 - >At least the alcohol numbs most of your body.
 - >It makes those painkillers last a bit longer when you’re not popping them like vitamins.
 - >”Another mug sweetheart?”
 - “I think I’m- Wait…”
 - >You recognize that voice.
 - >”Or do you want something a little special?”
 - >The mare sits next to you, you’d recognize that pearly skin and pink hair anywhere.
 - >”What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
 - “What are you doing here?”
 - >”Just here for the yearly convention.”
 - “Well, this has been quite the surprise Ms. Redheart.”
 - >”Care to buy a lady a drink?”
 - “It depends, are you going to poison mine?”
 - >She reaches into her bag, “Sorry, it seems I left it at home. Rats.”
 - “In that case, I might as well.”
 - >You flag down the waitress who brings a cup for your old friend.
 - >”Thanks for that.”
 - “Your welcome.”
 - >You drink your ale happily, the little slice of your past invigorating you.
 - “So what’s new back at Ponyville?”
 - >”Not much really. Things have been really quiet since you left.”
 - >That takes a load off your mind.
 - >You were worried something had happened in your absence.
 - “Well, that’s good to hear.”
 - >”Not everyone would agree.”
 - “And what exactly do you mean by that?”
 - >”It’s not important.”
 - >Not important?
 - >You slam your fist on the table.
 - “It’s important to me!”
 - >”Alright alright, just calm down.”
 - >She’s right, deep breathes, in and out.
 - >Once you think you’ve calmed down enough you ask again.
 - >”The town has been kinda dead lately, and before you ask, it’s not literally dead. Just quiet.”
 - “That doesn’t sound like the Ponyville I remember.”
 - >”Because it isn’t. Things have changed Anon, and not for the better.”
 - “How’re my friends? Are they alright?”
 - “Yeah they’re fine, except for Pinkie anyhow.”
 - >Shit… shit shit shit.
 - “What happened?”
 - >”She’s really the reason things have gotten so bad. All she wanted to do was make people smile…”
 - >You left her there…
 - >”Now all she wants to is stay in her house. She hasn’t left for almost a year now.”
 - >You did this to her.
 - >You have to go back there.
 - >You made a promise to leave…
 - >But that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t go back.
 - >”Anon?”
 - “I’m going back to Ponyville.”
 - >She laughs openly, “That’s a good one. You almost sounded serious.”
 - >You get up from your chair, leaving your mug on the table.
 - “Because I am.”
 - >She follows you as you head up the stairs.
 - >”You can’t be serious. You know what’ll happen if you go back.”
 - “And what makes you think I care?”
 - >You find your room and start to pack.
 - “I spent the last two years hiding in this hole trying to forget about her. I won’t let her suffer that fate as well.”
 - >She didn’t let go. You fled from her.
 - >And it’s time to go back.
 - >”I can’t let you get yourself killed Anon.”
 - “Since when did you care? If I recall you wanted me dead.”
 - >”I cared since I heard more about you. I know what you’ve been doing here.”
 - >She’s talking about the orphanage isn’t she?
 - “It’s just a job, nothing more.”
 - >She blocks you as you try to move.
 - >”I think you wanted to make up for what you did. There’s plenty of better paying work in this city.”
 - “Maybe this was the only job I could get, but it doesn’t matter I’ll be gone by morning.”
 - >You manage your way past her, pushing downstairs.
 - >”You know what this is? It’s expensive as hay I’ll tell you that.”
 - >Ughh… Adventure ponies. Blind from what’s really important.
 - >”I could buy up every inn in Los Pegasus with this vile, and I got two more like it.”
 - >You recognize that band…
 - >”Want to take another guess old man?”
 - >You take the last step to the ground floor, your cane echoing through the room.
 - “I reckon that’s called Dragon’s Breath, and there’s only one way to get that.”
 - >”And that’s to kill a- a… Anon?”
 - “Did you miss me?”
 - >”You… You died! We…”
 - “Assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups.”
 - >You step towards them, the ponies backing away in fear.
 - “I’m not going to hurt you.”
 - >”And how do I know that?”
 - “Because you’re not use to me dead.”
 - >It was a stroke of luck finding these guys.
 - >You turn to the owner behind the bar.
 - “This should cover my room. It was nice staying here.”
 - >”Sad to see you go. You’re quite handy.”
 - “Indeed I am,” you chuckle.”
 - >You look back to the frozen band of p0nies.
 - “You took what’s mine and claimed it as your own. You owe me a favor I reckon.”
 - >”If you want it back-“
 - “Keep it. I don’t need it anymore, but what I do need is a ride.”
 - >”Anon please listen to me,” Nurse Redheart whispers in your ear.
 - “I appreciate the thought, but it’s time for me to go.”
 - >”Think of the children, you can’t just leave them.”
 - >You can’t leave them on their own, but you can keep them in good hands.
 - >”Give me one of those vials.”
 - >The squire doesn’t hesitate and tosses it to you.
 - >You reach into your pack and pull out your journal.
 - >You give both to Nurse Redheart.
 - “Give these to Ms. Case, it’ll do her good.”
 - >”There’s no convincing you is there?”
 - “I’m afraid not. See you back home.”
 - >You walk out the door, the streets blackened and desolate.
 - >”So where do you want us to take you?”
 - >You walk towards the wagon, your old entourage in tow.
 - “Back to Ponyville.”
 - >You step out of the carriage, a puff of dust lifting into the air.
 - >This place really is depressing.
 - >”Are we free to go?”
 - >You turn back and smile.
 - “Give me your word, all of you.”
 - >”Anything sir.”
 - “I want you to pick up my quest. Go from town to town doing what needs to be done, not for glory, but for what’s right.”
 - >The squire salutes, turning the wagon around.
 - >Ponyville… how quaint.
 - >You walk slowly down the road and into the town.
 - >There’s no rush to greet you, no screams of terror. Only silence.
 - >You pass through the market, stopping to buy an apple on the way.
 - >Big Mac’s at the stall.
 - >He looks at you with his unchanging expression.
 - >”Two bits.”
 - >You pay your dues, savoring the rich flavor.
 - >No one made apple like the Apple family.
 - >”Good to have you back.”
 - “Good to be back.”
 - >You keep on down the road, recalling the scenery.
 - >Twilight’s tree house still stands, though the fall leaves have turned a vibrant orange.
 - >You see the boutique, paying it a ceremonial nod.
 - >But you’re looking for a more specific piece of architecture.
 - >Where the walls themselves are sugar and sweet.
 - >Sugarcube Corner.
 - >It’s just like you remembered.
 - >The ponies stop and stare, a small entourage of ponies closing in on you.
 - >And smack dab in the front is your old friend.
 - “Always a pleasure Filthy Rich.”
 - >”How nice of you to join us again. It saves me the trouble of hunting you down.”
 - “I’m not here to cause any trouble.”
 - >”Then you’re more foolish then I thought.”
 - >You stroke your cane, showing it off.
 - “I may not have a sword or bow to intimidate you with, but this comes off as a close second.”
 - >You hold it out, twirling it in your hand.
 - “Verawood, top-of-the-line material right here. I had a guy who owed me a favor. Polished prim and proper. Great handiwork really.”
 - >You step towards the older stallion.
 - “I could knock a human out in a single blow, and you’re not as tough as I ever was.”
 - >You withdraw your cane, planting it back down on the ground.
 - “But that would be a waste of such workmanship.”
 - >You stand inches away from the stallion, whispering in his ear.
 - “You won’t forgive me for what I did, but do yourself a favor and forget.”
 - >”We both know that as long as you’re here, I will never stop.”
 - >True words.
 - “Then I won’t waste anymore of your time.”
 - >You walk past him, leaving him behind you.
 - >”You were hurt before, you can be hurt again.
 - “And my friends were there for me before.”
 - >He doesn’t attempt to follow you.
 - >He knows better.
 - >His mind game failed, and he’s out of moves.
 - >For now…
 - >But now, you need to find your special somep0ny.
 - >You walk into Sugarcube Corner, the smell of frosting and cinnamon butter absent.
 - >The Cakes see you walk in, unflinching.
 - “Upstairs?”
 - >They nod, “She doesn’t take visitors.”
 - “You going to stop me?”
 - >”We’re just letting you know she may not be what you expected.”
 - >You thank them and head for the stairs.
 - “Pinkie is always full of surprises.”
 - >You place your foot atop the stairs and climb.
 - “Pinkie Pie?”
 - >You heave upwards, advancing.
 - >”Yes?”
 - >You reach the top of the stairs.
 - “How do you do it? Stay happy all the time that is.”
 - >You find her room and open the door, the hinges creaking.
 - >”I think of something I like and don’t let go.”
 - >She’s pale, paler than you’ve ever seen her, sitting on the edge of the bed.
 - >How could you do this to her?
 - >You step inside, closing the door behind you.
 - “And if you do?”
 - >The floor creaks as you walk to her.
 - >”Then you let it go and hope it comes back.”
 - >You sit next to her, wrapping your arm around her.
 - “Just like that?”
 - >She presses into you, her tears trailing down your arm.
 - >”Just like that.”
 - >It’s good to be home.
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 - >You manage to grab the sugar from the top shelf.
 - >Not an easy feat with the cane.
 - >It sure would be nice to start over.
 - >”You gonna pour it in silly?”
 - >You smile and deposit a scoop into the mixing bowl, Pinkie covered in cookie dough and frosting.
 - >But why would you ever want when you already have Pinkie?
 - >You open the oven and slide the fresh rack of dough inside.
 - >Ah, you press a finger to your temple and lean against the counter.
 - >Damn this is one hell of a migraine.
 - “Hey Pinkie can you hand me my pills?”
 - >”Okie dokie lo-“
 - >She freezes as she holds out the bottle.
 - “Pinkie you okay?”
 - >”Anon,” her tail twitches, then her eye, leg…
 - >Her Pinkie Senses have been going haywire lately, but nothing like this.
 - >You hold onto Pinkie as her body begins to spasm.
 - “It’s alright Pinkie I’m here. I’m-
 - >Another spike of pain pierces your mind.
 - >You fall to the floor holding onto your cane.
 - >You grab hold of your bottle, Pinkie settling down.
 - >She looks to you, and you to her.
 - >A searing white light surrounds you, the world as you know it fading away.
 - >Your senses dim to the point of nonexistence.
 - >A feeling of weightlessness takes you, ended by a thud as you hit the cold ground.
 - >Your eyes open to the treetops.
 - >Where- How’d you get here? Where’s Sugarcube Corner?
 - >You work your way to your feet, your pills at your feet.
 - >A shot fire from deeper within this forest.
 - >You’d experimented with guns in the past but they always blew up in your face, this one… it works.
 - >Nop0ny has mastered such creation yet.
 - >There’s only one other species you know of that has such technology.
 - >You know how people can be, how you used to be.
 - >If they’re here, then Equestria’s in danger.
 - >You pick up your pills and head towards the sound.
 - >You can kick ass one last time.
 

