Anon the Lich 2 part 7

Authors Notes: When you reach the line " Higitus Figitus Zomba Ka-Zee! " please open this song in another window and read it while listening. Thank you.

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>You are Anonymous the Lich

>You will stop at nothing to protect those you call friends.

>To most ponies, this was a normal day.

>No major festivals, no important holidays.

>A birthday, maybe.

>To you, this was a day pf horrific gravity.

>Until recently, events had you so enthralled you had nearly forgotten about the approaching fruition of multiple schemes and plots.

>Individually, they were nothing important.

>A duke would find himself visited by a number of old aquaintences who desired recompence.

>The mayor would find that there was no way for her letter to be sent to the Princess this afternoon.

>Together, thousands of over-arching events all collided with one, single objective.

>In twenty-four hours, Equestria would be subject to such a brilliant destabilization, that the government would be helpless as its citizens revolted, rioted, and panicked.

>It was a beautiful, magnificent, and horrifying work of art.

>So many subtle strings plucked, so many events reaching their culmination right on time.

>Despite this, there was nothing on your mind save how best to back-track and stop this.

>You knew how, and you knew where to strike.

>But you did not know what effect this would have.

>Were your actions already irreversable?

>Would the events of one spin out of control without the other to stabilize and guide, as you had predicted?

>There was little time to evaluate the situation.

>As hated as it was, you needed to act, not think.

>At no particular moment before, had you hated your guts more than right now.

>Shouldn't the destruction of life and order give you joy?

>Shouldn't your 'heart' be filled with glee at the prospect of a power void to fill?

>The simple answer was it was not.

>Ponies would be caught in the cross-fire.

>Ones you had grown fond of.

>You'd ensured their involvement, and in equal parts their annihilation for it.

>The answer to this question then, is simple.

>You must act to negate this problems before they reach their culmination.

>It would be eightteen hours now until Applebloom would find a strange pony on the edge of the Everfree, and would be drawn in by curiosity.

>You had fifteen hours to prepare to stop her.

>If that failed, you would have to go to obscene lengths to protect her, lest it cause irreversible damage and set off a wave of cause-and-effect.

>Rising, already planning, you knew what inconsiquential details to correct.

>You would be cutting it close, but if you were sly and quick, you could manipulate the ponies into preventing Applebloom from ever catching eye of this strange figure.

>Your first objective, was to make sure Pinkie Pie could fulfil her cake orders.

>This was not going to be an enjoyable day.

>You approach Sugarcube Corner, and are witness to an ungodly line, the likes of which you'd rarely seen before.

>This was going to be a real pain.

>You enter the Bakery, and receive a warm smile from the Cakes as you approach the counter, but otherwise are left alone.

"May I speak with Pinkie Pie?"

>"Sorry, Anonymous, we're really busy with customers and she's helping with the baking."

>That was kind of my goal here.

"In that instance, may I be of assistance?"

>You receive a cursory nod, and walk around the counter, going back into the kitchen.

>Pinkies innate meta-warping powers are hard at work, as she flashes about the kitchen creating hundreds of delicious confectionery treats.

"Pinkie Pie, it is Anonymous. I have come to lend my aid as best as I am able, my dear."

>She smiles at you and is practically floating in front of you.

>"Oh wowie! Thanks Anonie! That'd be a big hand!"

>You hate that nickname.

"How might I best assist?"

>"I need to get fourteen cupcakes baked, think you can help?"

>You bow slightly.

"It shall be as you desire."

>She bounds off, singing "La-la-la laa" continuing her labors.

>Alright.

>Baking cupcake.

>You really wish you'd spent time on that Fabricate: Cake spell.

>This could save a lot of time right now if you'd taken a few moments to test out the spell and get it perfected.

>No time for moping, time for work.

>You call upon the Arcane forces at your disposal, and with a sigh of real-space melting, you summon an Efreet, a fiery Djinn of immense power and will.

>The bitch fights back at first, but your mental fortitude quickly put the punk in his place.

“Higitus Figitus Zomba Ka-Zee!”

>You raise your hands.

“I want your attention everything!”

>The bowls and spoons in the room, not being used by Pinkie Pie spin and ‘face’ you.

“Hockety Pockety Whockety Whack!”

>A number of bowls fly up from the counters, bouncing around as they fly, spoons spearing through the air.

“Abra Cabra Dabra Nack!”

>A number of flour bags flap open and float into the air, pouring the exact amount of flour into each bowl as it dances past.

“Higitus Figitus migitus mum!”

>Eggs crack into the bowls, the spoons spinning furiously as they fly through the air around you.

“Pres-ti-dig-i-ton-i-um!”

>Salt is added by the ‘Pinch’ to the batter, and the line continues.

“Hockety Pockety-“

>There is a crash, as some bowls begin to crash together, the sugar bowl spoon beating back all the other batter-covered spoons.

“Halt! Stop, stop stop! Now hold on, HOLD ON!”

>You rush over to the problem, and observe the animated spoons.

“Now listen here, little spoon, stop being queer, there’s just no room for any delay in here!”

>Ahem.

>Returning to your position, the Efreet lazily floating in the air, waiting for his job, you clear your spine.

“Ahem. Now let’s start again, let’s start a… Oh.. Now, where was I…”

>Pinkie, enjoying the show as you basically take over for her, pipes up.

>”Oooh! I know! Hockety Pockety!”

“Ah, yes.”

>Ahem.

“HOCKETY PICKETY WOCKETY WHACK!”

>The Conga-line of stirring pots flies through the air at such speeds that it’s almost a blurr, the pots pouring into the pans for the baking of cupcakes and cakes.

>The Efreet, enticed, begins to create a small furnace between his hands, using his magic to speed up the baking.

>Cupcakes and double-layered cakes spring into existence, before dumping themselves on the counters and racks to cool.

>You’re chanting in such a rate that you can only focus on this and controlling the-

>”Wowie Anon! That was Amazing!”

>NO PINKIE! DAMN YOU TO THE NINE HELLS, NOOO!

>”FREEEDOM!”

>That asshole Efreet goes rocketing past you, lighting the air behind him on fire, cackling madly.

>Pinkie broke your concentration, and now the Efreet is lose in Sugarcube corner.

>Fuck this shit, get on your game face Anon.

>The Efreet is laughing is flaming ass off, but quickly srs da fuq up when he realizes you’re right on his ass with a Banishment spell

>Roaring out of the window, you cast levitate and take chase.

>The fucker is bolting around on a flaming trail, putting his all into getting away from you.

>You’re sure as hell not letting an Efreet loose in Equestria, that would be possibly worse with how gullible these ponies are than summoning a Graveborn Titan.

>He banks hard, and flies around a cloud, winding through the sky.

>You fling a pair of magic missiles at him, the arcane energy spearing through the clouds but missing the fire spirit.

>”Yo, Anon! What are you doing up here?”

>It’s Rainbow Dash, thank Nerull.

“Dash, I need your aid. Chase that Efreet towards me! He’ll avoid the clouds, so make sure to keep him from going towards me!”

>”On it!”

>She darts off and streaks deep into the clouds.

>You hold position and wait. It should only be a moment…

 

 

>A Rainbow Dash is You

>You’re blasting through the clouds, following a trail of flaming air as you hunt down this “Efreet”.

>What’s an Efreet?

>Brass if you know.

>Still, Anon needed some help, and you’re always ready to help a friend.

>Besides, the others might have found his return odd, or even spooky.

>They wouldn’t know awesome if it bit them in the flank.

>Just like that, you see a flaming… Thing, floating through the air.

>Anon said these things hate clouds, right?

>Grabbing a cloud, you prepare to toss it, laughing darkly.

“Hey, flame-head!”

>You hurl the cloud, hitting the thing in the back of the head

“Betcha can’t catch me!”

>Blowing a raspberry, you belt off through the open space in the cloud, and can hear the roar of the things flames as it tears after you.

>GOTTA GO FAST.

>This guy’s no match for you, but you slow down to keep him after you.

>Blasting through the opening, you spy Anon right there, and with a cackle, you pull up.

>With a shriek, the Efreet realizes it was tricked as Anon grabs it, and in a flash, it disappears.

>”There. I have returned the spirit to its homeplane. It shall trouble us, no longer. I thank you for your assistance, Rainbow.”

”Eh, it was no sweat.”

>”Good day, Madame Dash.”

>Anon floats back down to the ground, headed towards Sugarcube Corner.

>You still didn’t understand how he could fly.