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Psychotic Anon in Equestria 11

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>You awake to a warm feeling on your arm. As your vision adjusts, you realise you had fallen asleep in the couch, books piled up everywhere. You look down at your right arm to see Octavia snuggled up next to you. A smile grows on your face as you close your eyes to sleep again.
>They barely close when you hear something.
>*BANG*
>’Get yur flank out here, ya home wreckin hussy.’
>Applejack was trying to break your door down.
‘Crap…’
>You jump up immediately, letting Octavia fall onto the couch. The fall wakes her up, and she drearily looks at you, before realising what she did.
>’Anon, I am sorry. I did not mean to fall asleep on you.’
‘Apologise later.’ You say. ‘We have a code red, and you are my number one priority.’
>You grab her cello case and run to the wall opposite the fireplace. You remove a photo of you and Pinkie Pie to reveal a keypad. You type in a few numbers, and a loud hiss can be heard.
>The door upstairs starts to splinter as Applejack throws her weight into it.
>’Anon, Vhat is going on?’
‘Seriously, explanation later.’
>The wall opens up in a small space to reveal a safe room. Octavia walks in and looks at you.
>’Anon, please just tell me.’
>You crouch down, and look her in the eyes.
‘Octavia, I am sorry. There was a p0ny in this town who fell for me, and is very violent and jealous. I didn’t mean to get you tied into this. You will be safe in here, and I will be back to explain it better. Gotta borrow something though.’
>You unlock the cello case, and grab something out.
>As Octavia opens her mouth to speak, you slam the “Lock” button to shut the door.
>Applejack was furious. She had heard from p0nies in town that some fancy schmancy p0ny musician was in town, and she had spent the night at Anon’s house. He was hers to keep, not some p0ny who thought slow boring stuff was music.
>The door flies off its hinges as Applejack runs down the stairs. She hit the bottom and looked everywhere. The bedroom door was shut, so that’s where she ran first. Bursting through it, she saw nothing.
>’Where are ya’s?’ Applejack screamed ‘Ah’ll break ya both like rotten apples. Anon’s mine, ya here. Ah wanted him first, and even if he don’t want it, Ah’ll be the one to buck him first.’ She runs into the kitchen next. ‘And Ah learnt too. Ah’m gunna knock ya out before Ah rut ya. No more dislocatin’ mah hoof.’
‘Sorry, AJ. I’m not a virgin anymore.’ You say from the staircase.
>You immediately run for it as she follows. Leaping over your broken door, you hit the sunlight and enacted your plan.
>Applejack runs outside, she can’t see any sight of you. As she walks forward, she feels something land on her back.
>You hid on your roof, waiting, knowing Applejack wouldn’t look up. You had had enough of her shit, and you were crazy enough to do it.
>Landing on her back, you grabbed her mane for dear life.
>’Git off a me ya stinking varmit. I wanted ya ta ride me, but not like this.’
>She tried to knock you off, but you were having too much fun.
‘Heeyaaah!’
>You whack her with Octavia’s cello bow, forcing her to run forwards to town.
‘Come on AJ. I had baby rides stronger than this at home.’
>’GIT OFF GIT OFF GIT OFF!!!’
>In another dimension entirely, four men sat around a TV
>Monitor: ‘Alright, Universe number 6415643…What the hell? Why is that one riding Applejack like a rodeo, using Octavia's bow to whack her?’
>Lich:’ Is it cos he is Australian?’
>M: No, I have 104 other Australians, none doing something this strange.
>Strelnikov: IZ HE DRUNK ON SOMETHING?
>M: No, he seems sober.
>Don T. Givadamn: Is it cos he is clinically insane as well as Australian?
>M: Possibley.
>D: You gunna let him sleep with that Octavia?
>M: They shouldn't be friends. I planted that he should hate her. He was supposed to see her as too stuck up. He is fucking with my design!
>The Monitor grabs his phone to call up the Doctor Whooves of that universe to deal with it.
>Suddenly another man appears, smashing the phone to pieces.
Mark: Maybe you shouldn't mess with the clinacally insane when he has me around?
>Mon: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET HERE?!
Mark: Dunno, Magic? The point is, Stay away from my Anon.
>Lich: Or what?
Mark: Or I send in my sister, and believe me, she is dangerous.
>Strelnikov: WE NOT AFRAID OF LITTLE GIRLS!!
>Alice skips out of the darkness, and the four men start to laugh.
A: Ooo, what does this do?
>Alice rips a cord from the TV, exploding it in flames.
>Mon: STOP HER!!
Mark: Stop messing with him, and I take her home.
>The Monitor is silent.
Mark: Alice, what does that button marked “DO NOT PRESS” do?
>Alice runs towards the button, giggling.
>Mon: NO! Okay, we promise not to change his life. Just….go.
Mark: Alice, fluffy p0nies at home.
>Alice runs to her brother Squee-ing, and they disappear in darkness.
>After they leave, Don turns to them.
>D: Who wants to laugh at the Weeaboo Sparkle?
>By this point in time, you have rode a very angry Applejack, through town and towards the farm. Pinkie Pie thought it was a game, and wanted to play too, but she had to work. You promised she could play next time.
>’GIT YUR FLANK OFF ME AN’ FIGHT LIKE A P0NY!’
‘Oh, like sneaking up on somep0ny when their back is turned.’
>’THE MINUTE Y’ALL LET GO, AH’M GUNNA BUCK YOU UNCONSCIOUS!’
‘Good point.’
>You drop your left elbow forcibly onto AJ’s neck, knocking her unconscious. She collapses and you both slide along the ground. You stand up, dusting yourself off. You were very close to the farm, so you lift Applejack up and carry her over to the orchard part.
>Grabbing a rope that hung from a fence post, you loosely tie up AJ, before walking back towards your house.
>As you get closer to your house, Alice and Mark turn up next to you.
‘Where did you guys go?’ you ask, stepping over your door.
M: Usual place, Nowhere.
‘Whatever. Could have used your help here, you would have loved it. Rodeo riding Applejack.’
A: Was it fun?
‘Pfft, p0ny rides are for pussies. Real men ride crocodiles.’
>You get downstairs, and type in your safety code. The door released, and opened to find…
>No p0ny.
>Octavia had left, in her place was a small note.
>You walk over and pick it up.
Anon
I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused. I think it better if we don’t see each other again. I don’t want you to get hurt because of my presence. Thank you for the dinner. Goodbye.
Octavia
>Anger built up behind a wave of tears as you ran outside and towards town.
>Applejack was almost out of her bindings.
>’Stupid Anon. Left the ropes loose.’
>Stepping out of the final bindings, she looks towards the road leading into town, contemplating going back again. But then she saw it, a large dust cloud coming for the farm. Applejack was frozen in curiosity, until she saw you leap over her fence and grabbing her mane.
>’BIG MACINTOSH!! HELP, ANON’S GONE FERAL!!’
‘SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!!’
>You wrap a hand around her throat, and she starts to gurgle in pain. You look towards the farm house to see a large red stallion running for you.
‘STOP, OR I SNAP HER NECK LIKE A TWIG!!’
>He doesn’t stop, so you tighten your grip.
>’MAC…STOP!’ Applejack chokes out.
>Hearing his baby sister’s voice, he slowed to a stop, but positioned to attack.
>’How could ya do this to her Anon?’ he growled ‘To us? We treated y’all like family.’
‘Oh yeah, family tries rape attempts on me.’
>He was confused but didn’t drop his guard.
‘She never told you how I broke her hoof really? She tried to rape me, so I fought back. I told her to never do it again or I would do something drastic.’
>’Applejack would neva do that!’
‘Well, funny thing. I didn’t trust her farther than I could throw her, so I installed security cameras.’
>Applejack’s body tensed.
‘She busted into MY house, trying to kill MY guest and I have it all on tape.’
>Big Mac let up, and you slowly loosened your grip to let AJ breathe.
>’Then why are ya gunna kill her? Just get the some guards on her.’
‘I was going to forget it, until the p0ny I had as a guest, who most likely had feelings for me, LEFT ME! SHE CLAIMED SHE DIDN’T WANT TO BURDEN MY LIFE!!’
>Big Mac looked at you, and you could feel tears falling down your face.
‘She didn’t care about my faults. I am insane, I eat meat, I don’t open up easily, I talk to myself. She saw through that, and accepted me. BUT THEN THIS JEALOUS BITCH BUSTS MY DOOR DOWN, AND SCARES HER OFF!!’
>You throw Applejack at Big Mac’s hooves.
‘She will be reported, and if you want to come after me, I say one thing; Who took down the minotaur? Something twice your size.’
>You jump the fence and walk into town; behind you, you hear Big Mactintosh yelling at his sister. Something about ruining a memory of somep0ny. Applejack is crying her eyes out, and you have not a fuck to give.
M: Man that was harsh…
>You want to hurt Mark, just for speaking, but you know he is not who you are angry with.
A: Anon? Are you okay?
‘It’s her fault. I should have killed her the first time. She made me lose Octavia.’
M: Man…I know I said it, but it’s not the best of ideas.
>You silently trudge through P0nyville, not wanting to cause a commotion or yell at somep0ny for doing their job. You eventually find where you needed to go. The Rusty Trough, only bar in town to be open at noon.
>You walk in and order yourself a beer. The minute the bartender places it down, you skull it.
>You hear the front door open and a p0ny walk in, but you pay no attention to who they were. As long as they stay out of your way, they won’t get hurt.
>’Hey Berry. What are you doing in here?’ the bartender says
>The words that came out of the new p0ny’s mouth almost made you spit take if you had beer left.
>’Fuck me, it’s smoko cunt.’
>You look at the new p0ny with shock. She was an earth p0ny, with a plum coloured coat and mulberry mane. Fuck you hated knowing colours.
>’Watcha looking at mate?’ she says, drinking a beer.
‘I’m sorry. You remind me of somewhere.’
>’No worries mate. Names Berry Punch.’
>You get up and sit next to her.
‘Anon. You always come in to a bar this early?’
>’Yeah, it’s fucking smoko. But a’course ya don’t know what “smoko” means.’
‘Lunch time. Smoke break. When we can relax and down a few tinnies.’
>Berry Punch was in shock.
>’How’d’ya know this? You following me or something?’
‘You speak just like the people from where I come from.’
>You chuckle as you order another beer for you and Berry Punch.
>’ ‘scuse me. Mind telling me where ya from?’
‘On earth, it was called Australia. I doubt you have something like that here.’
>’Nah mate. Me parents just spoke like this.’
‘Well how about we put you to the test? Loser shouts next round.’
>’You’re on. How do I win?’
‘All ya gotta do is answer my questions right. First one, if your best friend pulled a dog act, what would ya call him?’
>’A total fucking bastard.’
‘Correct. Is Woolloomooloo a good name for a town?’
>’Oh fuck yeah!’
‘Good work. Final one, What’s a drop-bear?’
>’A fucking killer.’
‘Righto, you win.’
>’Looks like it’s your shout, cunt.’
‘Streuth… That’s fine.’
>You spend your afternoon drinking with Berry Punch, or “Ber”, as you have shortened it. She reminds you of home, yet she knows nothing of it.
>’So what’s put a fly in your fosters?’ (What is wrong?)
‘Ah ya know, some dingo sent me sheila to woop woop all cos she went all poli on me.’ (A girl scared off a potential special somep0ny because she was jealous and lied.)
>’Ah crap mate. Was the spikes as sharp as the echidna?’ (I feel for you, friend. Do you think she was worth everything?)
‘She was the dingo to my Azaria. The Acca to me Dacca. I’m like Skip with no bounce.’ (She meant a lot to me. I feel lost without her)
>’If yeh ever need to get Wombo back to Blinky, just possum through. We’ll grab a gum leaf.’ (???????? …Gum leaf)
‘Thanks Ber.’
>You finish off you 5th beer, and order a couple more.
>’Shiiiiit. How can ya drink so much?’
‘I dunno, always have. Me mentor was a guy named GhostKid, drank so much he almost died twice.’
>’Word of advice?’ She placed a hoof on your arm ‘Don’t turn to babies when you can’t get through the fence.’
‘Sound advice. I should go. Catcha with the Kookaburras?’
>’No worries mate.’
>Twilight was about to close the library for the night. It had been a productive day for her and Spike. They were able to reorganise the books in a reverse alphabetical order of the author’s last name. She was about to lock the door, when there was a knock.
>She opened it to find you, looking a bit upset.
>’Anon, what’s wrong? Are you still angry at me for yesterday?’
‘No…I need to talk to you. Where’s Spike?’
>’He went to assist Rarity in gem sorting.’
‘Okay. I have an urgent message for the Princess. I need Applejack jailed.’
>Twilight was shocked at what you said.
>’What…what happened?’
‘The day I showed you my house, Applejack tried to rape me. I was the one who dislocated her hoof. We had an understanding, she didn’t try that crap again and I wouldn’t report her.’
>’Oh my…’
‘And last night, I had a p0ny stay over because it was too late for her to sleep at the train station. Applejack found out, and busted in my house looking for blood. When I left her at Sweet Apple Acres and returned home, my guest had left, saying she didn’t want to cause my life any hardships and it would be good if we never saw each other again.’
>’But…Anon? Why didn’t you tell anyp0ny?’
‘I told Rainbow Dash, but I thought she learnt her lesson.’
>’Do you have proof of the attempted rape?’
‘I don’t have ones of the first attempt, but I have monitor stones placed around the house. They recorded it all.’
>You pull a red stone out of your pocket, and place it on the table. It glowed to life, bringing up the actions of today.
>As Twilight watched the video, her expression grew grimmer and grimmer. The video stops just as Spike walks in.
>S: ‘Hey Twi, Hey Anon. What are you doing here?’
‘I need to send a let-‘
>Twilight puts a hoof on your mouth.
>’Spike, can you give us a few minutes. I need to talk Anon in private.’
>You reach into your pocket and pull out some bits.
‘can you go get me a salad from the café?’
>S:’ Sure bro.’
>Spike takes the bits and leaves. The minute the door shuts, Twilight looks at you.
>’Anon, I can understand you are upset and…’ She sniffs her hoof ‘Have you been drinking?’
‘Yes I am upset, and yes I have been drinking, but I didn’t drink in excess nor to pass out. Now I am going to send this letter, and Applejack will be dealt with.’
>’Anon, please… I know you are angry at her for everything that occurred today, but isn’t this a bit drastic?’
>You look Twilight in the eyes, you can see she is pleading her hardest to get you to reconsider.
M: Don’t fall for it.
A: Anon, I don’t think this is the right course of action.
>’I know I can’t feel how you felt, but I need you to think for a second.’
>Your face twitches for a second.
M: Do it…
A: No Anon, don’t.
‘You know Twilight. You are right.’
>A wave of relief rushes over her, and you walk closer.
>’Thank you Anon. I will hel-‘
>You grab Twilight’s horn at the base with your left hand, and flip her onto her back. Placing one leg on each side of her, placing all your weight on her.
‘I see that horn glow, I break it off.’
>’A-A-Anon? What are you doing?’
‘As I said, you are right. You don’t know how I feel, so I am going to rape you.’
>Twilight tries to struggle under your weight, but it’s useless. Tears form in her eyes.
>’Please Anon… Please don’t do this to me… We are friends.’
‘Oh like me and Applejack. But didn’t you say I should let it go.’
>You grip her horn tighter as you run other hand across her chest. She starts to whimper more at your touch, closing her eyes.
‘Look me in the eyes.’ She doesn’t ‘I SAID LOOK AT ME!’
>You grab her mouth, forcing her to pucker her lips. She opens her eyes and looks at you, causing more tears.
‘Now I want you to tell me right now.’
>You lean in close to her, faces almost touching.
‘How afraid are you? Of me?’
>’V-very afraid…’
‘And how afraid would you be if I actually wanted to rape you.’
>You let go of her horn, and stand up, walking away from her.
>You turn around to see Twilight ready to attack you. You open your arms like you did when you tried to commit suicide, and a smile crossed your face.
‘Go on. Do it. Might as well. I lost the p0ny I liked because your Element of Honesty lied, and you…You’re the fucking Element of Magic and Friendship? You don’t seem to be a good friend, refuse the evidence because I am not like you.’
>Twilight’s horn stops glowing.
‘What the fuck are you doing? I SAID KILL ME! I HAVE LESS SHIT TO LIVE FOR THAN ON EARTH!!’
>You break down crying, and spin around to punch her front door. Your anger is so grand, you blast a hole right through it.
‘You know what Twilight? Fuck you and fuck your friendship. I am going home to grab a rope, so I can hang myself from your tree.’
>You walk out the busted door to see Spike about to walk in.
>’Hey Anon. I got your salad.’
‘Cheers bro.’
>You smile at Spike like nothing happened, and walk off home, salad in hand.
>As you step through your still broken doorway, you prop it back up, hoping Applejack would just leave you alone. You decide on sleeping in your safe room just to be safe.
>Grabbing a pillow and blanket, you set yourself down on the cold floor.
>You drift off to sleep fairly quickly, and for the second night in a row, you have a dream that isn’t a nightmare.
>You stand in a large room, Mark and Alice at your side. In the room sat one person in a throne and a TV at the centre. He had a large screen for a head, and looked annoyed.
> ‘Oh fuck me. Not only did you return, you brought him too?!?’
M:I told you not to fuck with him. He almost killed a p0ny, and raped another. It’s time you learnt.
>You look at your hands to see a metal baseball bat in them.
>Mark raises his bat to whack something when the Monitor headed guy spoke again.
>’STOP. Look, we didn’t do anything. You smashed my phone. I couldn’t have done shit.’
M:Then why did it happen?
>’I TOLD YOU! He isn’t fitting the system. He shouldn’t have you. That Derpy shouldn’t see you. And he shouldn’t have fallen in love with Octavia.’
>The final words wake you from your thoughts.
‘What?’
>’I said you are an anomaly.’
M: Then what? What do we do?
>’First of all, stop barging in here. You scared off my friends. Secondly, I DON’T KNOW. Nor do I care.’
‘What do you mean you don’t know?’
>’I can’t tell you because I haven’t seen an Australian try to win a Russian p0ny back. It isn’t meant to happen, like a human who can talk to someone across dimensions, or Derpy Hooves being a serial killer. None of this is plausible.’
‘Can you show me one thing? And then we will leave.’
>’What?’
‘If you can see every universe, and everyp0ny from them, show me my Octavia. The one that doesn’t fit.’
>He lifts his right hand to his face and the screen comes to life. A picture comes in to view as you walk closer. Octavia lay in her bed, her room broken and a mess. She was crying her eyes out into a pillow.
‘Is she…’
>’Yes, she is.’
> You reach for the screen and want to be there, to be with her.
‘I’m sorry sir. I will take them home now. I am sorry for any inconvenience we have caused.’
>’It’s alright. For an Australian, you are fairly polite.’
>You nod to Mark, and put an arm around Alice, before walking towards the darkess.
>’WAIT!’ you turn to Mr. Screen-face ‘What is the most dangerous creature in Australia?’
‘Drop-crocs.’
>’Drop-crocs?’
‘Drop-crocs. Salt water crocodiles that live in trees, ambush creature.’
>’But…how do they get up there?’
‘You should be more worried about being in there attack zone. Laters, man.’
>You fade into the darkness away from this confusing place.

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>You awake to a warm feeling on your arm. As your vision adjusts, you realise you had fallen asleep in the couch, books piled up everywhere. You look down at your right arm to see Octavia snuggled up next to you. A smile grows on your face as you close your eyes to sleep again.
>They barely close when you hear something.
>*BANG*
>’Get yur flank out here, ya home wreckin hussy.’
>Applejack was trying to break your door down.
‘Crap…’
>You jump up immediately, letting Octavia fall onto the couch. The fall wakes her up, and she drearily looks at you, before realising what she did.
>’Anon, I am sorry. I did not mean to fall asleep on you.’
‘Apologise later.’ You say. ‘We have a code red, and you are my number one priority.’
>You grab her cello case and run to the wall opposite the fireplace. You remove a photo of you and Pinkie Pie to reveal a keypad. You type in a few numbers, and a loud hiss can be heard.
>The door upstairs starts to splinter as Applejack throws her weight into it.
>’Anon, Vhat is going on?’
‘Seriously, explanation later.’
>The wall opens up in a small space to reveal a safe room. Octavia walks in and looks at you.
>’Anon, please just tell me.’
>You crouch down, and look her in the eyes. 
‘Octavia, I am sorry. There was a p0ny in this town who fell for me, and is very violent and jealous. I didn’t mean to get you tied into this. You will be safe in here, and I will be back to explain it better. Gotta borrow something though.’
>You unlock the cello case, and grab something out.
>As Octavia opens her mouth to speak, you slam the “Lock” button to shut the door.

>Applejack was furious. She had heard from p0nies in town that some fancy schmancy p0ny musician was in town, and she had spent the night at Anon’s house. He was hers to keep, not some p0ny who thought slow boring stuff was music.
>The door flies off its hinges as Applejack runs down the stairs. She hit the bottom and looked everywhere. The bedroom door was shut, so that’s where she ran first. Bursting through it, she saw nothing.
>’Where are ya’s?’ Applejack screamed ‘Ah’ll break ya both like rotten apples. Anon’s mine, ya here. Ah wanted him first, and even if he don’t want it, Ah’ll be the one to buck him first.’ She runs into the kitchen next. ‘And Ah learnt too. Ah’m gunna knock ya out before Ah rut ya. No more dislocatin’ mah hoof.’
‘Sorry, AJ. I’m not a virgin anymore.’ You say from the staircase.
>You immediately run for it as she follows. Leaping over your broken door, you hit the sunlight and enacted your plan.
>Applejack runs outside, she can’t see any sight of you. As she walks forward, she feels something land on her back.
>You hid on your roof, waiting, knowing Applejack wouldn’t look up. You had had enough of her shit, and you were crazy enough to do it.
>Landing on her back, you grabbed her mane for dear life.
>’Git off a me ya stinking varmit. I wanted ya ta ride me, but not like this.’
>She tried to knock you off, but you were having too much fun.
‘Heeyaaah!’
>You whack her with Octavia’s cello bow, forcing her to run forwards to town.
‘Come on AJ. I had baby rides stronger than this at home.’
>’GIT OFF GIT OFF GIT OFF!!!’

>In another dimension entirely, four men sat around a TV
>Monitor: ‘Alright, Universe number 6415643…What the hell? Why is that one riding Applejack like a rodeo, using Octavia's bow to whack her?’
>Lich:’ Is it cos he is Australian?’
>M: No, I have 104 other Australians, none doing something this strange.
>Strelnikov: IZ HE DRUNK ON SOMETHING?
>M: No, he seems sober.
>Don T. Givadamn: Is it cos he is clinically insane as well as Australian?
>M: Possibley.
>D: You gunna let him sleep with that Octavia?
>M: They shouldn't be friends. I planted that he should hate her. He was supposed to see her as too stuck up. He is fucking with my design!
>The Monitor grabs his phone to call up the Doctor Whooves of that universe to deal with it.
>Suddenly another man appears, smashing the phone to pieces.
Mark: Maybe you shouldn't mess with the clinacally insane when he has me around?
>Mon: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET HERE?!
Mark: Dunno, Magic? The point is, Stay away from my Anon.
>Lich:  Or what?
Mark: Or I send in my sister, and believe me, she is dangerous.
>Strelnikov: WE NOT AFRAID OF LITTLE GIRLS!!
>Alice skips out of the darkness, and the four men start to laugh.
A: Ooo, what does this do?
>Alice rips a cord from the TV, exploding it in flames.
>Mon: STOP HER!!
Mark: Stop messing with him, and I take her home.
>The Monitor is silent.
Mark: Alice, what does that button marked “DO NOT PRESS” do?
>Alice runs towards the button, giggling.
>Mon: NO! Okay, we promise not to change his life. Just….go.
Mark: Alice, fluffy p0nies at home.
>Alice runs to her brother Squee-ing, and they disappear in darkness.
>After they leave, Don turns to them.
>D: Who wants to laugh at the Weeaboo Sparkle?

>By this point in time, you have rode a very angry Applejack, through town and towards the farm. Pinkie Pie thought it was a game, and wanted to play too, but she had to work. You promised she could play next time.
>’GIT YUR FLANK OFF ME AN’ FIGHT LIKE A P0NY!’
‘Oh, like sneaking up on somep0ny when their back is turned.’
>’THE MINUTE Y’ALL LET GO, AH’M GUNNA BUCK YOU UNCONSCIOUS!’
‘Good point.’
>You drop your left elbow forcibly onto AJ’s neck, knocking her unconscious. She collapses and you both slide along the ground. You stand up, dusting yourself off. You were very close to the farm, so you lift Applejack up and carry her over to the orchard part.
>Grabbing a rope that hung from a fence post, you loosely tie up AJ, before walking back towards your house.
>As you get closer to your house, Alice and Mark turn up next to you.
‘Where did you guys go?’ you ask, stepping over your door.
M: Usual place, Nowhere.
‘Whatever. Could have used your help here, you would have loved it. Rodeo riding Applejack.’
A: Was it fun?
‘Pfft, p0ny rides are for pussies. Real men ride crocodiles.’
>You get downstairs, and type in your safety code. The door released, and opened to find…
>No p0ny.
>Octavia had left, in her place was a small note.
>You walk over and pick it up.
Anon
I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused. I think it better if we don’t see each other again. I don’t want you to get hurt because of my presence. Thank you for the dinner. Goodbye.
Octavia
>Anger built up behind a wave of tears as you ran outside and towards town.

>Applejack was almost out of her bindings. 
>’Stupid Anon. Left the ropes loose.’
>Stepping out of the final bindings, she looks towards the road leading into town, contemplating going back again. But then she saw it, a large dust cloud coming for the farm. Applejack was frozen in curiosity, until she saw you leap over her fence and grabbing her mane.
>’BIG MACINTOSH!! HELP, ANON’S GONE FERAL!!’
‘SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!!’
>You wrap a hand around her throat, and she starts to gurgle in pain. You look towards the farm house to see a large red stallion running for you.
‘STOP, OR I SNAP HER NECK LIKE A TWIG!!’
>He doesn’t stop, so you tighten your grip.
>’MAC…STOP!’ Applejack chokes out.
>Hearing his baby sister’s voice, he slowed to a stop, but positioned to attack.
>’How could ya do this to her Anon?’ he growled ‘To us? We treated y’all like family.’
‘Oh yeah, family tries rape attempts on me.’
>He was confused but didn’t drop his guard.
‘She never told you how I broke her hoof really? She tried to rape me, so I fought back. I told her to never do it again or I would do something drastic.’
>’Applejack would neva do that!’
‘Well, funny thing. I didn’t trust her farther than I could throw her, so I installed security cameras.’
>Applejack’s body tensed.
‘She busted into MY house, trying to kill MY guest and I have it all on tape.’
>Big Mac let up, and you slowly loosened your grip to let AJ breathe.
>’Then why are ya gunna kill her? Just get the some guards on her.’
‘I was going to forget it, until the p0ny I had as a guest, who most likely had feelings for me, LEFT ME! SHE CLAIMED SHE DIDN’T WANT TO BURDEN MY LIFE!!’

>Big Mac looked at you, and you could feel tears falling down your face.
‘She didn’t care about my faults. I am insane, I eat meat, I don’t open up easily, I talk to myself. She saw through that, and accepted me. BUT THEN THIS JEALOUS BITCH BUSTS MY DOOR DOWN, AND SCARES HER OFF!!’
>You throw Applejack at Big Mac’s hooves.
‘She will be reported, and if you want to come after me, I say one thing; Who took down the minotaur? Something twice your size.’
>You jump the fence and walk into town; behind you, you hear Big Mactintosh yelling at his sister. Something about ruining a memory of somep0ny. Applejack is crying her eyes out, and you have not a fuck to give.
M: Man that was harsh…
>You want to hurt Mark, just for speaking, but you know he is not who you are angry with.
A: Anon? Are you okay?
‘It’s her fault. I should have killed her the first time. She made me lose Octavia.’
M: Man…I know I said it, but it’s not the best of ideas.
>You silently trudge through P0nyville, not wanting to cause a commotion or yell at somep0ny for doing their job. You eventually find where you needed to go. The Rusty Trough, only bar in town to be open at noon.
>You walk in and order yourself a beer. The minute the bartender places it down, you skull it.
>You hear the front door open and a p0ny walk in, but you pay no attention to who they were. As long as they stay out of your way, they won’t get hurt.
>’Hey Berry. What are you doing in here?’ the bartender says
>The words that came out of the new p0ny’s mouth almost made you spit take if you had beer left.
>’Fuck me, it’s smoko cunt.’

>You look at the new p0ny with shock. She was an earth p0ny, with a plum coloured coat and mulberry mane. Fuck you hated knowing colours.
>’Watcha looking at mate?’ she says, drinking a beer.
‘I’m sorry. You remind me of somewhere.’
>’No worries mate. Names Berry Punch.’
>You get up and sit next to her.
‘Anon. You always come in to a bar this early?’
>’Yeah, it’s fucking smoko. But a’course ya don’t know what “smoko” means.’
‘Lunch time. Smoke break. When we can relax and down a few tinnies.’
>Berry Punch was in shock.
>’How’d’ya know this? You following me or something?’
‘You speak just like the people from where I come from.’
>You chuckle as you order another beer for you and Berry Punch.
>’ ‘scuse me. Mind telling me where ya from?’
‘On earth, it was called Australia. I doubt you have something like that here.’
>’Nah mate. Me parents just spoke like this.’
‘Well how about we put you to the test? Loser shouts next round.’
>’You’re on. How do I win?’
‘All ya gotta do is answer my questions right. First one, if your best friend pulled a dog act, what would ya call him?’
>’A total fucking bastard.’
‘Correct. Is Woolloomooloo a good name for a town?’
>’Oh fuck yeah!’
‘Good work. Final one, What’s a drop-bear?’
>’A fucking killer.’
‘Righto, you win.’
>’Looks like it’s your shout, cunt.’
‘Streuth… That’s fine.’

>You spend your afternoon drinking with Berry Punch, or “Ber”, as you have shortened it. She reminds you of home, yet she knows nothing of it.
>’So what’s put a fly in your fosters?’ (What is wrong?)
‘Ah ya know, some dingo sent me sheila to woop woop all cos she went all poli on me.’ (A girl scared off a potential special somep0ny because she was jealous and lied.)
>’Ah crap mate. Was the spikes as sharp as the echidna?’ (I feel for you, friend. Do you think she was worth everything?)
‘She was the dingo to my Azaria. The Acca to me Dacca. I’m like Skip with no bounce.’ (She meant a lot to me. I feel lost without her)
>’If yeh ever need to get Wombo back to Blinky, just possum through. We’ll grab a gum leaf.’ (???????? …Gum leaf)
‘Thanks Ber.’
>You finish off you 5th beer, and order a couple more.
>’Shiiiiit. How can ya drink so much?’
‘I dunno, always have. Me mentor was a guy named GhostKid, drank so much he almost died twice.’
>’Word of advice?’ She placed a hoof on your arm ‘Don’t turn to babies when you can’t get through the fence.’
‘Sound advice. I should go. Catcha with the Kookaburras?’
>’No worries mate.’

>Twilight was about to close the library for the night. It had been a productive day for her and Spike. They were able to reorganise the books in a reverse alphabetical order of the author’s last name. She was about to lock the door, when there was a knock.
>She opened it to find you, looking a bit upset.
>’Anon, what’s wrong? Are you still angry at me for yesterday?’
‘No…I need to talk to you. Where’s Spike?’
>’He went to assist Rarity in gem sorting.’
‘Okay. I have an urgent message for the Princess. I need Applejack jailed.’
>Twilight was shocked at what you said.
>’What…what happened?’
‘The day I showed you my house, Applejack tried to rape me. I was the one who dislocated her hoof. We had an understanding, she didn’t try that crap again and I wouldn’t report her.’
>’Oh my…’
‘And last night, I had a p0ny stay over because it was too late for her to sleep at the train station. Applejack found out, and busted in my house looking for blood. When I left her at Sweet Apple Acres and returned home, my guest had left, saying she didn’t want to cause my life any hardships and it would be good if we never saw each other again.’
>’But…Anon? Why didn’t you tell anyp0ny?’
‘I told Rainbow Dash, but I thought she learnt her lesson.’
>’Do you have proof of the attempted rape?’
‘I don’t have ones of the first attempt, but I have monitor stones placed around the house. They recorded it all.’
>You pull a red stone out of your pocket, and place it on the table. It glowed to life, bringing up the actions of today.

>As Twilight watched the video, her expression grew grimmer and grimmer. The video stops just as Spike walks in.
>S: ‘Hey Twi, Hey Anon. What are you doing here?’
‘I need to send a let-‘
>Twilight puts a hoof on your mouth.
>’Spike, can you give us a few minutes. I need to talk Anon in private.’
>You reach into your pocket and pull out some bits.
‘can you go get me a salad from the café?’
>S:’ Sure bro.’
>Spike takes the bits and leaves. The minute the door shuts, Twilight looks at you.
>’Anon, I can understand you are upset and…’ She sniffs her hoof ‘Have you been drinking?’
‘Yes I am upset, and yes I have been drinking, but I didn’t drink in excess nor to pass out. Now I am going to send this letter, and Applejack will be dealt with.’
>’Anon, please… I know you are angry at her for everything that occurred today, but isn’t this a bit drastic?’
>You look Twilight in the eyes, you can see she is pleading her hardest to get you to reconsider.
M: Don’t fall for it.
A: Anon, I don’t think this is the right course of action.
>’I know I can’t feel how you felt, but I need you to think for a second.’
>Your face twitches for a second.
M: Do it…
A: No Anon, don’t.
‘You know Twilight. You are right.’
>A wave of relief rushes over her, and you walk closer.
>’Thank you Anon. I will hel-‘
>You grab Twilight’s horn at the base with your left hand, and flip her onto her back. Placing one leg on each side of her, placing all your weight on her.

‘I see that horn glow, I break it off.’
>’A-A-Anon? What are you doing?’
‘As I said, you are right. You don’t know how I feel, so I am going to rape you.’
>Twilight tries to struggle under your weight, but it’s useless. Tears form in her eyes.
>’Please Anon… Please don’t do this to me… We are friends.’
‘Oh like me and Applejack. But didn’t you say I should let it go.’
>You grip her horn tighter as you run other hand across her chest. She starts to whimper more at your touch, closing her eyes.
‘Look me in the eyes.’ She doesn’t ‘I SAID LOOK AT ME!’
>You grab her mouth, forcing her to pucker her lips. She opens her eyes and looks at you, causing more tears.
‘Now I want you to tell me right now.’
>You lean in close to her, faces almost touching.
‘How afraid are you? Of me?’
>’V-very afraid…’
‘And how afraid would you be if I actually wanted to rape you.’
>You let go of her horn, and stand up, walking away from her.

>You turn around to see Twilight ready to attack you. You open your arms like you did when you tried to commit suicide, and a smile crossed your face.
‘Go on. Do it. Might as well. I lost the p0ny I liked because your Element of Honesty lied, and you…You’re the fucking Element of Magic and Friendship? You don’t seem to be a good friend, refuse the evidence because I am not like you.’
>Twilight’s horn stops glowing.
‘What the fuck are you doing? I SAID KILL ME! I HAVE LESS SHIT TO LIVE FOR THAN ON EARTH!!’
>You break down crying, and spin around to punch her front door. Your anger is so grand, you blast a hole right through it.
‘You know what Twilight? Fuck you and fuck your friendship. I am going home to grab a rope, so I can hang myself from your tree.’
>You walk out the busted door to see Spike about to walk in.
>’Hey Anon. I got your salad.’
‘Cheers bro.’
>You smile at Spike like nothing happened, and walk off home, salad in hand.
>As you step through your still broken doorway, you prop it back up, hoping Applejack would just leave you alone. You decide on sleeping in your safe room just to be safe.
>Grabbing a pillow and blanket, you set yourself down on the cold floor.
>You drift off to sleep fairly quickly, and for the second night in a row, you have a dream that isn’t a nightmare.

>You stand in a large room, Mark and Alice at your side. In the room sat one person in a throne and a TV at the centre. He had a large screen for a head, and looked annoyed.
> ‘Oh fuck me. Not only did you return, you brought him too?!?’
M:I told you not to fuck with him. He almost killed a p0ny, and raped another. It’s time you learnt.
>You look at your hands to see a metal baseball bat in them.
>Mark raises his bat to whack something when the Monitor headed guy spoke again.
>’STOP. Look, we didn’t do anything. You smashed my phone. I couldn’t have done shit.’
M:Then why did it happen?
>’I TOLD YOU! He isn’t fitting the system. He shouldn’t have you. That Derpy shouldn’t see you. And he shouldn’t have fallen in love with Octavia.’
>The final words wake you from your thoughts.
‘What?’
>’I said you are an anomaly.’
M: Then what? What do we do?
>’First of all, stop barging in here. You scared off my friends. Secondly, I DON’T KNOW. Nor do I care.’
‘What do you mean you don’t know?’
>’I can’t tell you because I haven’t seen an Australian try to win a Russian p0ny back. It isn’t meant to happen, like a human who can talk to someone across dimensions, or Derpy Hooves being a serial killer. None of this is plausible.’

‘Can you show me one thing? And then we will leave.’
>’What?’
‘If you can see every universe, and everyp0ny from them, show me my Octavia. The one that doesn’t fit.’
>He lifts his right hand to his face and the screen comes to life. A picture comes in to view as you walk closer. Octavia lay in her bed, her room broken and a mess. She was crying her eyes out into a pillow.
‘Is she…’
>’Yes, she is.’
> You reach for the screen and want to be there, to be with her.
‘I’m sorry sir. I will take them home now. I am sorry for any inconvenience we have caused.’
>’It’s alright. For an Australian, you are fairly polite.’
>You nod to Mark, and put an arm around Alice, before walking towards the darkess.
>’WAIT!’ you turn to Mr. Screen-face ‘What is the most dangerous creature in Australia?’
‘Drop-crocs.’ 
>’Drop-crocs?’
‘Drop-crocs. Salt water crocodiles that live in trees, ambush creature.’
>’But…how do they get up there?’
‘You should be more worried about being in there attack zone. Laters, man.’
>You fade into the darkness away from this confusing place.

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