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Anon is Legend

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1)
>The radio crackles and sputters into life once again, a single orange LED casts a faint glow into the otherwise dark room
>You pick up the microphone once again, and bring it up to your mouth.
"Hello, my name is anonymous, if anyone can hear this, please, come and meet me at the spaghetti restaurant opposite the clock tower"
"I have food, and I can keep you safe"
>You pause, hoping to finally get a response.
"Please, if you can hear this, anybody, please... I-
>Your words are cut short as the radio crackles loudly again.
>You smack the top of the casing with your hand for a while, before giving up and turning it off.
"Piece of shit" You mutter to yourself.
>You place the Mic back in its holder again.
"I'll try again tomorrow"
>The last slithers of sunlight are beginning to fade
"Dinner time"
>You pull the rucksack off your back and rummage through, pulling out 2 food cans.
"Hmm, should I have store brand Beans, or fancy brand beans"
"I'll have fancy brand, I feel like treating myself"
>You force a smile onto your face.
>Out comes the trusty can opener, you open the can with the familiar dull grinding sound.
>After your fancy meal, you retreat to the inner regions of the restaurant, into the meat locker, and close the heavy door behind you.
>You sit on the floor, back against the wall, at the far side of the room.
>You don’t even bother trying to get comfy
"Sure is cold tonight"
>A light chill envelops the room
"I've got just the thing"
>You pull out a bottle of whiskey from your jacket, and quickly take a swig
>The burning warmth fills your empty body with a cosy glow
"Almost like a hug"
>You look at the bottle in your hand
"Maybe just a little bit more"
>Before you know it the whole bottle's gone
>You're exhausted.
>You turn your head to your left, looking at your faithful rifle leaned up against the wall beside you
>You check the chamber
>5 rounds
"Just in case"
>You lift your head up and stare at the ceiling
"Maybe tomorrow will be better"
>The combination of tiredness and drunkenness quickly overtakes you and you fall asleep.
...
"Is that... giggling"
"Probably hearing things again"
>You slowly force your eyes open, expecting nothing as usual
>To your surprise, a small creature stands in front of you
>it's about half your size, and standing on 4 legs from what you can tell
>The room is incredibly dark, so you can make out much else
-"Whatca' doin'?" the creature asks
>you sigh
"Waiting"
>The creature cocks its head to one side
-"What for?"
>You stare blankly at the far corner of the room for a moment that seems to last forever
>You respond eventually with a simple shrug
="Y'all don’t have t' fight any more, Anon"
>Another voice appears, different to the first
>Along with it, another creature, steps out from behind one of the shelves
>It slowly walks up to you, before stopping just in front of your outstretched legs
="We're all waitin' for ya dear"
+"Yeah!"
>A third creature jumps down from a nearby counter, and stands beside you
+"We have so many awesome things to show you!"
The first creature giggles again
-"Yeah, we've got parties, and balloons, and cake, so much cake"
>Is it, dancing?
>The second creature extends a limb towards you
="Whatdya' say sugar? Why don't you come join us?"
>Despite the bizarre circumstances, you feel strangely at ease
>And, for the first time since this all began, heck even since before that, you don’t feel so... alone.
>The outstretch limb still beckons you
>You just want to reach out and grab it, hold it, and never let go
>You're so tired you can barley move...
>You black out
...
>Morning comes once again, and you can hear the usual bird songs.
>You sit and listen for a while
>your thoughts drift back to last nights events
"Must be going crazy again"
>You turn to your left
>Your faithful rifle stands against the wall, as always, waiting for you
>You check the chamber
>5 rounds
"Just in case"
>You pull yourself up from the cold floor and stand upright, your joints cracking and aching all over like some kind of old man
>You pull open the heavy door and gaze into the glaring sunlight
"Maybe just one more try"
2)
>It's raining again, pretty heavily as well.
>Not that it matters, your clothes haven’t been clean in weeks.
>You stumble aimlessly down the same city streets as you always do.
>You'd think you would of seen everything by now.
>You don’t need any more supplies, so why are you even out here?
>You sigh
"Maybe I’ve missed something?"
>As you reach the end of the street, you turn left, for no particular reason.
>It's the same as last time, the same burnt out cars, the same broken windows, the same grey backdrop.
>You reach the end of the street
"Dead end"
>Just before you go to turn around and head back, something catches your eye.
>A fancy suit shop, seemingly untouched by the tragedy that ruined everything else.
>You know there won't be anything useful inside, but you can't take your eyes off it.
>A single mannequin stands guard at the window, staring at you, unflinching.
>It seems awfully familiar,and it's about your height.
"Mind if I come in" You ask with a small grin.
>He doesn't mind
>The door creaks when you open it, and a little bell rings.
>You almost expect a store assistant to come running up to you.
"It's alright, I'm just browsing"
>You begin pacing around the store, there's so many different suits around
>You grab one that takes your fancy.
>A simple black suit/white shirt combo, classic
"Mind if I try this on?"
>They won't mind
>Feels good to get out of those old clothes, how long since you last changed?
>You don't remember
>You approach a full body mirror, and wipe the thick dust layer off with your old jacket
"Looking pretty good, but it's missing something"
>A Fedora!
"Perfect"
>You look like something between a savvy detective and a moron
>That makes you chuckle.
~"You look like a true gentlemen darling!" says an elegant voice from behind
>You turn to locate the source
>It's one of those...
>You're not quite sure what it is, but it's pretty.
>It's fur is a brilliant white, almost like seeing an angel, compared to all this brown.
>It looks at you, a bit confused
>How long were you staring?
>You straighten your back and adjust your collar
"Why thank you, m'Lady"
>M'lady?, where did that come from?
>You're pretty sure it is a girl at least
>She smiles at you
~"I think it needs just a little something more"
>She gestures over to a tie rack
>As you rummage through them, one seems to stand out a little, with a faint blue glow
>A simple red tie
"This one?"
>She nods
>You quickly put it on and admire yourself in the mirror once again
~"Perfect! You look marvellous dear!"
>A big smile appears on your face
>You turn around to thank her
>There's no one there
...
"I guess she went ahead, I’ll have to catch up to her"
>You pick up your things head outside
>The rain's stopped
>A rainbow begins to appear ahead of you, and the city doesn't seem so dark any more
"Thanks guys"
>Who are you talking to?
>It doesn't matter
>Today was going to be a good day.
3)
>Pretty nice weather today
>The sun is shining, and there's not a cloud in sight
>You give a big yawn
>You haven't slept well recently, too many nightmares
>But it would be a shame to waste a day like today in bed
>So you decided to go out for a walk
>You reach your destination, the city park
>A car has crashed into the front gate, and there's wreckage everywhere
"That's a daft place to park"
>you look around for the cars owner, but he seems to be missing
"He'll probably get a ticket for that"
>You hop up onto the bonnet, and down off the other side into the park.
>The grass is wild and untamed, almost waist height
>The path is cracking up, and weeds are growing through
>You walk slowly to the centre of the park, admiring the scenery
>You come to a large fountain, although it's long been dry
>It's full of old pennies
>All those wishes... you wonder if any came true
>You rummage through your various pockets, and pull out a penny of your own
>You remember when you were little, you'd used to wish for silly things, like a new bike.
>Of course they never happened
>But it was different now
"I wish for-"
>You quickly stop yourself
"Can't say it out loud silly, it won't work then!"
>That was close
>You silently make your wish and toss your penny in.
>You stare at the sea of pennies that have amassed in the fountain
>what would make your wish stand out among so many others?
>You don't deserve a wish
>You give a heavy sigh, and place a hand on your forehead
>Your daze is interrupted by a loud rustling sound
>It's coming from the bushes up ahead
>Whatever it is, it's big
>You hear it grunt
>You ready your rifle
>The rustling continues
>Your heart's working overdrive, and you can hear it in your ears
>What the hell is this thing?
>After a long stand-off it finally steps out from the bushes
>You realise how stupid you are
>It's just a cow, escaped from the petting zoo
>It's even still wearing an ear tag
>You laugh a little to yourself, getting scared over nothing
>Although, you haven't had meat in a long time
>You take a prone position to steady yourself
>You raise your rifle up again
>You place the cross-hairs over the cow's head
>She's very skinny, you probably won't get much meat off her
>But it's better than nothing right?
>She's all alone, poor thing
>It's just an animal, pull the dam trigger!
>Your aim begins to shake
>DO IT YOU PANSY
>You try and refocus, lining the shot up once again
>But your shaking too much, there's no way you'll hit it
"I just can't do it"
>You let out another sigh, and remove your eye from the rifle scope
>Strangely, there's a hoof rested on your arm
>it's attached to an adorable yellow pony
>Pony, that's what you've started calling them
>Like some kind of little girl
#"Th- thank you"
>She speaks so quietly and soft, it could lull you to sleep
>She looks over to the cow
#"I- I knew you'd be a good one"
>You adjust your position and sit upright
"I'm not sure I’d call myself that"
>She turns her head back to you and look at you, eyes full of understanding
#"It's OK, you're doing you're best"
>You reach out a hand towards her
>She flinches away from you
>Very slowly, and very carefully, you place hand on top of her head, and give her a light petting
>She's so soft... how can something this soft still exist?
>Realising you're not going to hurt her, she calms down a bit, and gives you a small smile
>You feel like you could sit here like this forever...
>You're interrupted by a yawn, and take your hand away to cover it.
>She seems a little concerned
"I’m alright, just a little tired"
#"Oh dear, that's not good at all"
>She goes into thought for a second
>She gives a tiny cough to clear here throat, and begins to sing
>Almost like a lullaby
>Your eyelids begin to close on their own
"Just a quick nap"
>Maybe wishes do come true after all.
4)
>You Cough and splutter for the hundredth time that day
>You've somehow managed to catch a cold
>At least, you hope it's just a cold
>You haven't started vomiting yet, so you think your OK
"Don't start being paranoid now"
>Regardless, you're in no state to go out today
>You sit in a small apartment, staring out the kitchen window
>The city, sits motionless, staring back
>You stand up and walk to the bedroom
>A single bed, next to a single desk with a single chair
>It's pretty musty in here, and the carpet has dark stains in several places
>Various posters cover the walls, although most are torn to pieces
>You're pretty bored, so you decide to rummage through the draws
>Apart from the occasional sock, most are empty
>You check under the bed
>you find a box
>It's a chess board
>You empty the contents onto the floor
>You examine the pieces, What where they called again?
>There's a horse and a castle, and this pointy one
>You check the back of the box, and set it up accordingly
>The pieces line up rank and file, awaiting the commander's orders
>Now you just need someone to play against
>You hear a knock at the door
>How strange, you weren't expecting anyone today
>You get up and hobble over to the door
>Waiting for you on the other side, is a purple pony
>She looks up at you with equally purple eyes
>She's pretty cute actually
*"I heard you was ill, so I brought you something"
>At her feet is a brown paper bag, tied with string at the top
>You open it
>There's a bottle of cough medicine inside
>Children’s cough medicine
>You could never handle the strong stuff
"Thanks, I really needed this"
>She smiles
*"Of course, what are friends for?"
>Friends?
>That's a strange choice of words
>Looks like you've found your chess opponent
>You lead her to the bedroom, and each sit at your respective sides
>You go first, deciding to be extra tactful and move a pawn a whole 2 spaces
>Now it's her turn, what cunning strategy would she employ?
>She reaches towards the board, but stops before she touches the pieces, and looks up at you
>Of course, she doesn't have hands
>You'll have to move the pieces for her
>It's not a problem, you can tell where she wants to move them
>The game begins to unfold
>It starts out in your favour, as you manage to take out both her bishops
>But the tide soon turns
>You end up with only a king and a pawn, while she has most her army
>Looks like you've lost
"Good game"
>You reach out and shake her hand
>Well, hoof
>She stands up
*"I have to go now, Anon"
>Your heart sinks
"oh..."
>You give a frown
*"But this was fun, maybe we can do this again sometime"
>You'd like that
>You follow her to the door and let her out
>She trots down the corridor
>You watch her slowly fade out
>She disappears in a cloud of sparkles
>You raise your hand and give a pathetic wave
"See you soon..."
>You swallow the lump in your throat
"Friend"
5)
$"Come on Anon, catch up!"
>The tiny pony jumps up and down ahead of you
>She moves fast for someone so small
>You're having trouble keeping up
>You slouch onto a bench to try and catch your breath
"No need to rush now, there's plenty of time"
>You feel something tugging on your trouser leg
>You look down at the little bundle of joy.
$"You can't sit here, we're gonna miss it!"
>Her voice cracks a little
>You smirk
"It's not going to get up and walk away now, kiddo"
>She paces on the spot, looking up and down the street
$"But we're almost there!"
>You pull yourself up and continue on
>You arrive shortly after
>The fairground
>A large colourful sign welcomes you in
>You approach a ticket booth
>You pull out your wallet, and hand a couple of notes over to the counter
>Luckily kid's go free
>You take your change and pass through the barrier
>Your miniature friend runs up ahead, unable to get into the fair fast enough
>She bounces up and down
$"Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh, where do we go first?"
>You kneel down and pick her up, under he armpits
>She's warm and squidgy, like a marshmallow
>she gives a little squeal
>You place her up on your shoulders
>You hold her legs tightly
>Don't want to lose her now
>You wander around the funfair
>It's very quiet today
>Most people are probably at work today
>Good, that means no queueing
$"Oh oh, that one, I wanna ride that one!"
>She points to the spinning tea cups
"Nice choice"
>You let her down and she bounds over to one of the over sized cups
>You stroll over and take a seat next to her
>You hold onto the seat in anticipation
>Come on, start the ride already!
>You stand up and go to the operating station
>Peering in the window, you can't spot anyone inside
"Typical, the one day we visit it's out of order!"
>You walk back over to the cup where she's sat
"Sorry Sweetie, but it's not working"
>Her smile quickly vanishes
>You can't disappoint her
"But that won't stop our fun!"
>You grab the side of the cup, and begin spinning it around
>She giggles and screams
"What's that, you want to go faster?"
$"No! No!"
>You push with all your might, spinning at full speed
>You think she's had enough, and slowly stop the maniac spinning cup
>You peer in
>She's dizzy and shaking, but still has a smiler wider than her face
>She giggles again
$"That was fun! What now? what now?"
>How does she have so much energy?
>She runs off ahead and around the corner
>You sprint after her
>Can't let her leave your sight
>You turn the corner
>She's still there
>You give a sigh of relief
>She staring up at a large stuffed bear, hanging from one of the stalls
>Looks like it used to be blue
>The stitching is coming lose, and stuffing is falling out
>But if she wants it, you'll get her it
>You won't let her down
>The stall is hosting one of those can games
>Knock down all 6 with 3 balls to win
>Sounds simple enough
>You place your money on the counter and pick up a ball
>20 throws later, and the cans still stand, mocking your poor throwing skills
>You check your wallet
>Empty
>Not giving up that easily
>You bring your rifle round in front of you, and lean it on the counter
>You aim at the cans
"Bet they never saw this coming"
>You pull the trigger
>The gunshot echoes throughout the city
>Needless to say, the cans are no more.
>You triumphantly re-holster your rifle and claim your prize
$"Ohmygosh! you got it! you're the best Anon!"
>She grabs your leg and hugs you
>You stand, stunned for a few seconds
>You crouch down and hug her back.
>Finally, you did something right
6)
>You need drink
>You know you shouldn't, your liver's going to hate you for it
>You approach your favourite bar
>A man sits motionless at the side of the door
>You pass some money down to him
"Good luck out there"
>Inside the bar, your seat beckons you
>The stool nearest the bar
>You go behind the bar and grab a beer bottle
>Better make that six bottles
>You slump down to your stool, and crack open the first
>It's going to be a long night
>The empty bottles gather beside you
>You're face down on the counter now
>Today's events play on repeat through your head
>Maybe if you'd been faster
>Maybe things would of been different
>A tear starts to emerge
>You quickly shake your head and stop it
"Men don't cry"
>You raise the bottle to your mouth again
>Empty
>Better open the next one
>The door opens, letting the cold night air in
>Someone walks in, and takes a seat next to you
>Your face remains firmly rooted to the bar
="I'll have a bottle of ya' finest cider, please"
>Do you know that voice?
>You sit upright and turn to look at her
>An orange pony in a Cowboy hat looks back at you
>Can't let her see you like this
>You quickly stand up
"The service is terrible here"
>You go behind the bar and pull out a cider bottle
"This one OK?"
>She nods
>You open it and place it in front of her, then return to your seat
="What y'all doin' in a place like this anyway?"
>You try not to look at her
"Nothing, just doing... nothing"
>She looks at the empty bottles
="That's an awful lotta beers for doin' nuthin'"
="Is everythin' alright, Anon?"
>You slam your bottle on the counter
"I'm fine!"
>She flinches away from you
>You don't want to scare her, but you really want to be alone right now
>You finish your beer and open the next one
"I'm fine, everything’s... fine"
>You sit in awkward silence for a while
>She'll leave soon
>You hear her shuffle on her chair
>She must be going home
>You listen for the door
>But you don't hear it open
>Instead, an arm gets placed around your shoulder
="What happened today, Anon?"
>She speaks much quieter now
>You let out a long sigh
"I messed up"
"This morning, the radio picked up something"
"Some people just outside the city"
"They were in trouble, and needed my help"
"So I went out to find them"
>You pause for a moment
"But when I got there..."
>Your voice trails off
"I wasn't fast enough"
"I couldn't help them, it was already too late"
>Your thoughts race back to the scene
>Woman and child, side by side
>You had to do it, it wasn't fair to leave them suffering
>You start crying again
>She pats your back gently
>You don't try and hold it back any more
>You collapse into her arms, and cry into her shoulder
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry..."
>She pats your back again
="It's alright, everything’s going to be OK, ya'hear?"
>You tighten your grip on her
"Please, please stay with me"
="I will, Anon, I promise"
="We all will"
7)
>You walk with a spring in your step
>Today was your birthday
>Your friends surely had something planned for you
>They had told you to meet them at them at the diner
"Remember to act surprised"
>You reach the diner
>It's colourful red design had faded long ago
>The windows are all boarded up
>You approach the front door and grab the handle
>You smirk, and slowly edge the door open with a creak
"Anybody in here?"
>You turn and flick the light switch
>The lights hum and flicker into life
-"Surprise!"
>An assortment of colourful ponies jumps out from behind the counter
>You do your best "surprised" face, but you can't help but grin like a madman
>Everyone’s here
>The room is crudely decorated with an assortment of tacky things
>Christmas lights hung from the ceiling
>Old birthday cards tied together into makeshift streamers
>And a dirty banner, reading "Happy birthday, Tim!", "Tim" has been crossed out, and "Anon" is written above it
>It's far from perfect, but it's yours
"Wow... thanks guys, this is amazing!"
>You're overcome with joy, almost to tears
="Aww, shucks, it's nothin' really"
~"Only the best for you, darling"
>The pink one jumps onto a table beside you
-"Let's party!"
>She throws her arms into the air and cheers
>Everyone joins in
>You switch on the cassette player sitting on the table beside you
>Only one speaker works, and you've only got one tape
>It's your favourite though, so you put it on loop
>You begin your awkward dancing
>You must look like a moron
>But you don't care
>It's your special day
>Nothing's going to ruin it
>The music begins to slow, until it's nothing more than an unintelligible mess
>You switch it off
>Batteries never last long enough
>You turn back to your friends
>They all stare back with adoring eyes
-"Presents! Time for presents!"
>She grabs your arm and leads you over to a table
>On it, are your birthday presents
>Weirdly shaped packets, terribly wrapped in newspaper
>Must be hard when you don't have hands
>You take a seat, and begin opening the first
>You take your time, relishing every moment
>This might never happen again
>A hip flask
>A new tie
>A can of spaghetti hoops
>And various other junk
>You don't mind though, you didn't give them much notice
>You look around the table, at the faces of each of your friends
>The best friends you could wish for
>You begin tearing up again
"I..."
>You make the best smile you can manage
"I love you guys"
8)
>You are in a field on the outskirts of the city
>You don't usually come out this far
>You're looking for flowers
>They don't grow in the city
>You wanted to surprise your friends with a present
>It would be winter soon, so you didn't want to miss your chance
>You kneel down by a group of red and yellow ones
"They'll like these"
>You carefully dig them up and place them in a small plant pot you brought with you
>As you return to your feet, a flock of geese flies overhead
>You raise a hand to your forehead and salute them
"See you next spring"
>It's getting pretty dark, so you best head back
>You hop over the fence and onto the road, beginning the long trek back
>You imagine the look on their faces when you show them the flowers
>You smile
>They're surely missing you
>You hear a noise in the distance behind you
>You turn around to look
>Two bright lights are approaching you, at speed
>You stand, completely dazed
>The noise gets louder, a loud roaring noise
>You place the plant pot by the side of the road
>You remove your fedora and place it against your chest
"I'm ready"
>The lights get closer
>Any second now
>The lights are almost upon you now
>But with a loud screech, they stop
< "Oi, you alright there mate?"
>The lights dim slightly, revealing a large 4x4
>A figure is leaning out the side window
< "You wanna lift back to camp mate?"
>The passenger side door opens
>You return your fedora to your head, and slowly approach the 4x4
>Inside, a man wearing dirty camo grins at you with yellow teeth
< "Hop in mate"
>You climb into the passenger seat and close the door
>The man shoves the gear stick forward with a jerk, and the 4x4 begins to move
< "You look bloody knackered, mate, 'ow long you been out here?"
>You jump in your seat, and try to form a response
>But you just can't make words come out
>You stare at the passenger foot weld
< "No worries, you'll be alright once we get back to camp"
>He gives a nervous laugh
>You remain silent
>He glances over to you again, then turns the car stereo on
>After an awkward drive, the car finally stops
< "'ere ya go mate, we're 'ere"
>You climb out the 4x4 and look ahead
>It's a holiday camp
>Several log cabins are scattered between the trees, and a large cafeteria is in the centre
> "Oi, Bill, look what I found!"
>A large man in a trucker's outfit approaches you
¬ "Well looky here, if it ain't a live one!"
>He extends a hand out towards you
¬ "Name's Bill, nice to meet ya"
>You stare down at the outstretched hand
>A hand, not a hoof
>Are you supposed to do something?
>He steps forward and grabs your hand
>He shakes it up and down, quite roughly
>He finally releases you and puts a hairy arm around your shoulder
>He points to a lone cabin in the corner
¬ "You can 'ave that one"
>The he points to the cafeteria
¬ "Everyone's in 'ere, come inside and meet tha' gang"
>He drags you to the cafeteria
>About a dozen people sit around various tables
>He stands on up a chair and shouts
¬ "We got ourselves a new recruit fella's!"
>He grabs your hand again and raises it into the air
¬ "What's your name, kid?"
>"uh, I-, umm..."
>Everyone looks at you with confused expression
>"My name is Anon"
>The crowd mumbles various greetings, some give you half a wave, or a nod
>Then they all return to their conversations
>He jumps down from the chair and points over to the counter
¬ "Grab you'self a bowl, our treat"
>You walk over and pick one up
>You turn back around and survey the room
>Everyone sits in their little groups
>A Mother, Father and child sit at one table
>The father ruffles his kids hair
>At another table, an old couple
>Deeply rooted in quiet conversation
>And over at another, a group of men
>Talking loudly, with occasional interruptions of laughter
>You decide to sit alone
>You peer into the bowl in front of you
>Fresh vegetables
>You pick up a steaming carrot and pop it in your mouth
>You forgot how good things are fresh
>It's the best meal you've had in ages
>But it's not the same...
>You gaze at the empty seats around your table
>...When there's no one to share it with
>You quickly finish up and head outside
>You walk over to your designated cabin, and close the door behind you
>The moon casts a dim light across the empty room
>Nothing in here but a single bed
>You lay down and stare at the ceiling
>This is what you wanted, right?
>You close your eyes, and try your best to sleep
*"Anon..."
>A faint voice is calling you
*"Anon... where are you Anon?"
>You try to call back, but you can't make a sound
*"Anon... please come home"
>Home
>This is your home now
*"We miss you..."
>You awake with a jerk, and throw yourself upright
>Your face is soaking wet
>You jump out of bed and go to the window
>It's raining heavily
>You look over to the city
>To the clock tower, in the far distance with the moonlight reflecting off it's face
"I miss you too"
>You pick up your bag and your rifle
>You put your fedora in it's rightful place atop your head
>You open the door and look into the darkness
>It was time to go home
9)
>The freezing rain stings your face
>You can barely see where you're going
>You just keep walking towards the clock tower
>Were they're waiting for you
>You come to a large mess of crashed cars
>Without even a moment of hesitation, you climb up onto it
>No time to waste
>You slip and fall amidst the mass of crumpled metal
>A sharp pain pierces your leg
>It's cut, and bleeding quite badly
>You get straight back up and keep going
>Now hobbling, you jump down from the wreckage and keep going
>The wind pushes against you
>A voice in the back of head keeps telling you to go back
>You can't feel your feet any more
>But you keep going
>You have to get to them
>You arrive at the field from before
>The flowers you selected still sit in their pot
>You pick them up, covering them with your suit jacket
>You shiver from the cold, but you have to protect them
>You continue on your journey
>Step by step, you stumble
>You look towards the city
"I'm coming guys"
>You hope they're alright
>Not looking where you're going, you trip over some rubble
>You instinctively hold the flower out of harms way
>You land flat on your face
>You hear something crunch
>Your nose is broken
>Blood trickles down your face
>You groan in pain
>You try and lift yourself up
>Your arms wobble, and you collapse back down
>You reach out towards the city
>Just a bit further
>You begin to drag yourself across the floor with your free hand, still clutching the flower with the other
>You don't make it very far before you collapse again
>You can't just give up
>What will they do without you?
>But you can't move another inch
>Your face is a mess of blood and tears
"I'm sorry"
>You lay face down in the road
"I'm just not strong enough"
£ "Anon!"
>A loud voice bellows at you from above
>You look up to see a tall, majestic pony
>She glows with a radiant blue light
>She stares down at you in your pathetic state
£ "What are you doing out here?"
>She looks over at your leg
£ "You're not going to let that stop you are you?"
>You attempt to get up, but quickly collapse again
£ "I see"
>She lowers her head down to you
>She whispers something in your ear
>A wave of energy washes over you
>Your leg doesn't seem to hurt as much now
>You manage to pull yourself off the ground
>You clamber to your feet
>You look over to your saviour
"Thanks, I-"
>She covers your mouth with a hoof to silence you
£ "There's no need"
>She looks over to the city
£ "Hurry now, they're waiting for you"
>You turn and continue your journey, hobbling with newfound strength
>You finally make it to the city centre
>The sun is beginning to rise
>You stumble over to the spaghetti restaurant
>You force open the heavy doors with your whole body
>You stand in the open doorway, completely out of breath
>You made it
>Your home
>Your friends
>It's all still here
*"Welcome home, Anon"
10)
>The snow continues to fall gently around you
>A thick white blanket lays across the city
>You'd never know what was underneath it
>A parting in the clouds creates a beam of light ahead
>In it, stands the bright pony with the rainbow mane
>She looks at you with a mischievous smile
+"What's up, Anon? Your legs frozen or something?"
>You throw your scarf over your shoulder and jog over to her
+Oh, so you CAN move fast when you want to?"
>You catch up and stand beside her
"No need to rush now"
>You ruffle the top of her mane
"We've got all the time in the world"
>The two of you continue your walk at a leisurely pace
+"So Anon, I was wondering..."
>You look down to your side
>She's got that look on her face again
+"Bet'cha can't hit me with a snowball!"
>She dashes off ahead
"Oh yeah! It's on then!"
>You bend down and begin moulding some snowballs
>Although they aren't very ball shaped, just lumpy
>You return to your feet with your icy ammo in your arm
>Now where could she be?
>You scan the scene around you
>A multicoloured tail pokes out from behind a fence, betraying her presence
>You do your best stealth mode and sneak over to it
"I have no clue where she's gone!"
>You hear a giggle
>You reach the fence and jump over
"I've got you now!"
>You unload your snow barrage upon her
>She's too damn fast, and dodges every single one
>She jumps back over the fence and runs off again
"You're not getting away that easy!"
>You hop over after her and begin pursuit
>Ducking and weaving between the various scattered wreckage
>Your catching up to her
>You reach out your arms to grab her
>But she turns at the last second and avoids you
>You collide with a lamppost and fall over backwards
>You gaze up at the sky
>Since you're down here anyway, you decide to make a snow angel
>Your colourful friend stands above you, still panting
+"Told you... I'm un... untouchable"
>You smirk
"I should of known better than to accept a challenge from the master"
>She beams with pride
>You climb to your feet and admire your creation
>It doesn't look much like an angel
>The exposed ground leaves a stain of brown on the perfect white snow
>You kick some snow over it to cover it
+"Where to now, Anon?"
>You look over to the setting sun
"I know just the place"
>You walk over to a tall apartment block
>You place your hands on the cold steel bars and begin climbing
>It's a long way up
>It's easy for her though
>She peers down from the top of the ladder
>Silhouetted against the fading sun
>She stretches out her wings
>She looks almost divine
>You quicken your climb
>You finally reach the top and clamber over
>You walk over to the edge of the roof and sit down, legs over the edge
>You pat the space next to you
>She walks over and sits beside you
>The two of you gaze into the setting sun
>You reach out an arm and place it over her shoulder
>You pull her in close
>She jumps a little, but quickly relaxes
>She rests her head on your shoulder
>In that moment
>At that time
>You couldn't be happier
>For a second you could almost believe
>That you were in heaven.
11)
>You walk down the empty streets once again
>It's dark and it's cold
>Everything around you sits lifeless and grey
>Even the sun can't seem to brighten up today
>You need to find some food
>But there's nothing left for you here
>You pass by some places you remember fondly
>So many happy memories were made here
>You smile in quiet remembrance
>You reach a bridge, and peer over the rail into the murky canal waters
>A rusted shopping trolley sits at the bank, and a broken tree branch floats past
>You stare into the depths
>The surface flickers a dim reflection
>You can see something...
>An image starts to appear
>You watch in awe as a crystal clear picture begins to emerge
>You see a small town, bright and cheery
>You've never seen the place before, though it feels very familiar
>You reach your hand down to it
>It feels so close, like you can almost touch it
-"What are you waiting for?"
>You turn around to see your friends standing opposite you
>You both stand silent for a few moments
="We've had a mighty fine time here in your world, Anon"
~"Really, it's been grand"
+"We'd love to return the favour"
#"If th- that's OK with you"
>They each take a step forward as they speak
>You slump down with your back against the cold steel railing
>You look down at the rifle in your hands
*"Haven't you waited long enough?"
>They all stand much closer now
>You lift it up and check the chamber
>5 rounds
>You only need one
>You slowly turn it around to face you
>Your hands are trembling massively
>A hoof get placed on your shaking hand
>Followed by several more
>Your friends look down on you with understanding smiles
>You can do this
>It was time
>You bring the barrel up and place it against your head
>You gaze around at your friends faces once more
"See you soon"
>You close your eyes and take a deep breath
>You reach your finger over to the trigger
>The wait was finally over
~END~

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1)

>The radio crackles and sputters into life once again, a single orange LED casts a faint glow into the otherwise dark room
>You pick up the microphone once again, and bring it up to your mouth.
"Hello, my name is anonymous, if anyone can hear this, please, come and meet me at the spaghetti restaurant opposite the clock tower"
"I have food, and I can keep you safe"
>You pause, hoping to finally get a response.
"Please, if you can hear this, anybody, please... I-
>Your words are cut short as the radio crackles loudly again.
>You smack the top of the casing with your hand for a while, before giving up and turning it off.
"Piece of shit" You mutter to yourself.
>You place the Mic back in its holder again.
"I'll try again tomorrow"

>The last slithers of sunlight are beginning to fade
"Dinner time"
>You pull the rucksack off your back and rummage through, pulling out 2 food cans.
"Hmm, should I have store brand Beans, or fancy brand beans"
"I'll have fancy brand, I feel like treating myself"
>You force a smile onto your face.
>Out comes the trusty can opener, you open the can with the familiar dull grinding sound.
>After your fancy meal, you retreat to the inner regions of the restaurant, into the meat locker, and close the heavy door behind you.
>You sit on the floor, back against the wall, at the far side of the room.
>You don’t even bother trying to get comfy
"Sure is cold tonight"
>A light chill envelops the room
"I've got just the thing"
>You pull out a bottle of whiskey from your jacket, and quickly take a swig
>The burning warmth fills your empty body with a cosy glow
"Almost like a hug"
>You look at the bottle in your hand
"Maybe just a little bit more"
>Before you know it the whole bottle's gone
>You're exhausted.
>You turn your head to your left, looking at your faithful rifle leaned up against the wall beside you
>You check the chamber
>5 rounds
"Just in case"
>You lift your head up and stare at the ceiling
"Maybe tomorrow will be better"
>The combination of tiredness and drunkenness quickly overtakes you and you fall asleep.

...

"Is that... giggling"
"Probably hearing things again"
>You slowly force your eyes open, expecting nothing as usual
>To your surprise, a small creature stands in front of you
>it's about half your size, and standing on 4 legs from what you can tell
>The room is incredibly dark, so you can make out much else
-"Whatca' doin'?" the creature asks
>you sigh
"Waiting"
>The creature cocks its head to one side
-"What for?"
>You stare blankly at the far corner of the room for a moment that seems to last forever
>You respond eventually with a simple shrug
="Y'all don’t have t' fight any more, Anon"
>Another voice appears, different to the first
>Along with it, another creature, steps out from behind one of the shelves
>It slowly walks up to you, before stopping just in front of your outstretched legs
="We're all waitin' for ya dear"
+"Yeah!"
>A third creature jumps down from a nearby counter, and stands beside you
+"We have so many awesome things to show you!"
The first creature giggles again
-"Yeah, we've got parties, and balloons, and cake, so much cake"
>Is it, dancing?
>The second creature extends a limb towards you
="Whatdya' say sugar? Why don't you come join us?"
>Despite the bizarre circumstances, you feel strangely at ease
>And, for the first time since this all began, heck even since before that, you don’t feel so... alone.
>The outstretch limb still beckons you
>You just want to reach out and grab it, hold it, and never let go
>You're so tired you can barley move...
>You black out

...

>Morning comes once again, and you can hear the usual bird songs.
>You sit and listen for a while
>your thoughts drift back to last nights events
"Must be going crazy again"
>You turn to your left
>Your faithful rifle stands against the wall, as always, waiting for you
>You check the chamber
>5 rounds
"Just in case"
>You pull yourself up from the cold floor and stand upright, your joints cracking and aching all over like some kind of old man 
>You pull open the heavy door and gaze into the glaring sunlight
"Maybe just one more try"

2)

>It's raining again, pretty heavily as well.
>Not that it matters, your clothes haven’t been clean in weeks.
>You stumble aimlessly down the same city streets as you always do.
>You'd think you would of seen everything by now.
>You don’t need any more supplies, so why are you even out here?
>You sigh
"Maybe I’ve missed something?"
>As you reach the end of the street, you turn left, for no particular reason.
>It's the same as last time, the same burnt out cars, the same broken windows, the same grey backdrop.
>You reach the end of the street
"Dead end"
>Just before you go to turn around and head back, something catches your eye.
>A fancy suit shop, seemingly untouched by the tragedy that ruined everything else.
>You know there won't be anything useful inside, but you can't take your eyes off it.
>A single mannequin stands guard at the window, staring at you, unflinching.
>It seems awfully familiar,and  it's about your height.
"Mind if I come in" You ask with a small grin.
>He doesn't mind

>The door creaks when you open it, and a little bell rings.
>You almost expect a store assistant to come running up to you.
"It's alright, I'm just browsing"
>You begin pacing around the store, there's so many different suits around
>You grab one that takes your fancy.
>A simple black suit/white shirt combo, classic
"Mind if I try this on?"
>They won't mind
>Feels good to get out of those old clothes, how long since you last changed?
>You don't remember

>You approach a full body mirror, and wipe the thick dust layer off with your old jacket
"Looking pretty good, but it's missing something"
>A Fedora!
"Perfect"
>You look like something between a savvy detective and a moron
>That makes you chuckle.

~"You look like a true gentlemen darling!" says an elegant voice from behind
>You turn to locate the source
>It's one of those... 
>You're not quite sure what it is, but it's pretty.
>It's fur is a brilliant white, almost like seeing an angel, compared to all this brown.
>It looks at you, a bit confused
>How long were you staring?
>You straighten your back and adjust your collar
"Why thank you, m'Lady"
>M'lady?, where did that come from?
>You're pretty sure it is a girl at least
>She smiles at you
~"I think it needs just a little something more"
>She gestures over to a tie rack
>As you rummage through them, one seems to stand out a little, with a faint blue glow
>A simple red tie
"This one?"
>She nods
>You quickly put it on and admire yourself in the mirror once again
~"Perfect! You look marvellous dear!"
>A big smile appears on your face
>You turn around to thank her
>There's no one there

...

"I guess she went ahead, I’ll have to catch up to her"
>You pick up your things head outside
>The rain's stopped
>A rainbow begins to appear ahead of you, and the city doesn't seem so dark any more
"Thanks guys"
>Who are you talking to?
>It doesn't matter
>Today was going to be a good day.

3)

>Pretty nice weather today
>The sun is shining, and there's not a cloud in sight
>You give a big yawn
>You haven't slept well recently, too many nightmares
>But it would be a shame to waste a day like today in bed
>So you decided to go out for a walk
>You reach your destination, the city park
>A car has crashed into the front gate, and there's wreckage everywhere
"That's a daft place to park"
>you look around for the cars owner, but he seems to be missing
"He'll probably get a ticket for that"
>You hop up onto the bonnet, and down off the other side into the park.
>The grass is wild and untamed, almost waist height
>The path is cracking up, and weeds are growing through
>You walk slowly to the centre of the park, admiring the scenery

>You come to a large fountain, although it's long been dry
>It's full of old pennies
>All those wishes... you wonder if any came true
>You rummage through your various pockets, and pull out a penny of your own
>You remember when you were little, you'd used to wish for silly things, like a new bike.
>Of course they never happened
>But it was different now
"I wish for-"
>You quickly stop yourself
"Can't say it out loud silly, it won't work then!"
>That was close
>You silently make your wish and toss your penny in.
>You stare at the sea of pennies that have amassed in the fountain
>what would make your wish stand out among so many others?
>You don't deserve a wish
>You give a heavy sigh, and place a hand on your forehead

>Your daze is interrupted by a loud rustling sound 
>It's coming from the bushes up ahead
>Whatever it is, it's big
>You hear it grunt
>You ready your rifle
>The rustling continues
>Your heart's working overdrive, and you can hear it in your ears
>What the hell is this thing?
>After a long stand-off it finally steps out from the bushes
>You realise how stupid you are
>It's just a cow, escaped from the petting zoo
>It's even still wearing an ear tag
>You laugh a little to yourself, getting scared over nothing
>Although, you haven't had meat in a long time
>You take a prone position to steady yourself
>You raise your rifle up again
>You place the cross-hairs over the cow's head
>She's very skinny, you probably won't get much meat off her
>But it's better than nothing right?
>She's all alone, poor thing
>It's just an animal, pull the dam trigger!
>Your aim begins to shake
>DO IT YOU PANSY
>You try and refocus, lining the shot up once again
>But your shaking too much, there's no way you'll hit it
"I just can't do it"


>You let out another sigh, and remove your eye from the rifle scope
>Strangely, there's a hoof rested on your arm
>it's attached to an adorable yellow pony
>Pony, that's what you've started calling them
>Like some kind of little girl
#"Th- thank you"
>She speaks so quietly and soft, it could lull you to sleep
>She looks over to the cow
#"I- I knew you'd be a good one"
>You adjust your position and sit upright
"I'm not sure I’d call myself that"
>She turns her head back to you and look at you, eyes full of understanding
#"It's OK, you're doing you're best"
>You reach out a hand towards her
>She flinches away from you
>Very slowly, and very carefully, you place hand on top of her head, and give her a light petting
>She's so soft... how can something this soft still exist?
>Realising you're not going to hurt her, she calms down a bit, and gives you a small smile
>You feel like you could sit here like this forever...

>You're interrupted by a yawn, and take your hand away to cover it.
>She seems a little concerned
"I’m alright, just a little tired"
#"Oh dear, that's not good at all"
>She goes into thought for a second
>She gives a tiny cough to clear here throat, and begins to sing
>Almost like a lullaby
>Your eyelids begin to close on their own

"Just a quick nap"
>Maybe wishes do come true after all.

4)

>You Cough and splutter for the hundredth time that day
>You've somehow managed to catch a cold
>At least, you hope it's just a cold
>You haven't started vomiting yet, so you think your OK
"Don't start being paranoid now"
>Regardless, you're in no state to go out today
>You sit in a small apartment, staring out the kitchen window
>The city, sits motionless, staring back
>You stand up and walk to the bedroom
>A single bed, next to a single desk with a single chair
>It's pretty musty in here, and the carpet has dark stains in several places
>Various posters cover the walls, although most are torn to pieces
>You're pretty bored, so you decide to rummage through the draws
>Apart from the occasional sock, most are empty
>You check under the bed
>you find a box
>It's a chess board
>You empty the contents onto the floor
>You examine the pieces, What where they called again?
>There's a horse and a castle, and this pointy one
>You check the back of the box, and set it up accordingly
>The pieces line up rank and file, awaiting the commander's orders
>Now you just need someone to play against

>You hear a knock at the door
>How strange, you weren't expecting anyone today
>You get up and hobble over to the door
>Waiting for you on the other side, is a purple pony
>She looks up at you with equally purple eyes
>She's pretty cute actually
*"I heard you was ill, so I brought you something"
>At her feet is a brown paper bag, tied with string at the top
>You open it
>There's a bottle of cough medicine inside
>Children’s cough medicine
>You could never handle the strong stuff
"Thanks, I really needed this"
>She smiles
*"Of course, what are friends for?"
>Friends?
>That's a strange choice of words

>Looks like you've found your chess opponent
>You lead her to the bedroom, and each sit at your respective sides
>You go first, deciding to be extra tactful and move a pawn a whole 2 spaces
>Now it's her turn, what cunning strategy would she employ?
>She reaches towards the board, but stops before she touches the pieces, and looks up at you
>Of course, she doesn't have hands
>You'll have to move the pieces for her
>It's not a problem, you can tell where she wants to move them
>The game begins to unfold
>It starts out in your favour, as you manage to take out both her bishops
>But the tide soon turns
>You end up with only a king and a pawn, while she has most her army
>Looks like you've lost 
"Good game"
>You reach out and shake her hand
>Well, hoof
>She stands up
*"I have to go now, Anon"
>Your heart sinks
"oh..."
>You give a frown
*"But this was fun, maybe we can do this again sometime"
>You'd like that
>You follow her to the door and let her out
>She trots down the corridor
>You watch her slowly fade out
>She disappears in a cloud of sparkles
>You raise your hand and give a pathetic wave
"See you soon..."
>You swallow the lump in your throat
"Friend"

5)

$"Come on Anon, catch up!"
>The tiny pony jumps up and down ahead of you
>She moves fast for someone so small
>You're having trouble keeping up
>You slouch onto a bench to try and catch your breath
"No need to rush now, there's plenty of time"
>You feel something tugging on your trouser leg
>You look down at the little bundle of joy.
$"You can't sit here, we're gonna miss it!"
>Her voice cracks a little
>You smirk
"It's not going to get up and walk away now, kiddo"
>She paces on the spot, looking up and down the street
$"But we're almost there!"
>You pull yourself up and continue on
>You arrive shortly after
>The fairground
>A large colourful sign welcomes you in
>You approach a ticket booth
>You pull out your wallet, and hand a couple of notes over to the counter
>Luckily kid's go free
>You take your change and pass through the barrier
>Your miniature friend runs up ahead, unable to get into the fair fast enough
>She bounces up and down
$"Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh, where do we go first?"
>You kneel down and pick her up, under he armpits
>She's warm and squidgy, like a marshmallow
>she gives a little squeal
>You place her up on your shoulders
>You hold her legs tightly
>Don't want to lose her now

>You wander around the funfair
>It's very quiet today
>Most people are probably at work today
>Good, that means no queueing
$"Oh oh, that one, I wanna ride that one!"
>She points to the spinning tea cups
"Nice choice"
>You let her down and she bounds over to one of the over sized cups
>You stroll over and take a seat next to her
>You hold onto the seat in anticipation
>Come on, start the ride already!
>You stand up and go to the operating station
>Peering in the window, you can't spot anyone inside
"Typical, the one day we visit it's out of order!"
>You walk back over to the cup where she's sat
"Sorry Sweetie, but it's not working"
>Her smile quickly vanishes
>You can't disappoint her
"But that won't stop our fun!"
>You grab the side of the cup, and begin spinning it around
>She giggles and screams
"What's that, you want to go faster?"
$"No! No!"
>You push with all your might, spinning at full speed
>You think she's had enough, and slowly stop the maniac spinning cup
>You peer in
>She's dizzy and shaking, but still has a smiler wider than her face
>She giggles again
$"That was fun! What now? what now?"
>How does she have so much energy?
>She runs off ahead and around the corner
>You sprint after her
>Can't let her leave your sight

>You turn the corner
>She's still there
>You give a sigh of relief
>She staring up at a large stuffed bear, hanging from one of the stalls
>Looks like it used to be blue
>The stitching is coming lose, and stuffing is falling out
>But if she wants it, you'll get her it
>You won't let her down
>The stall is hosting one of those can games
>Knock down all 6 with 3 balls to win
>Sounds simple enough
>You place your money on the counter and pick up a ball
>20 throws later, and the cans still stand, mocking your poor throwing skills
>You check your wallet
>Empty
>Not giving up that easily
>You bring your rifle round in front of you, and lean it on the counter
>You aim at the cans
"Bet they never saw this coming"
>You pull the trigger
>The gunshot echoes throughout the city
>Needless to say, the cans are no more.
>You triumphantly re-holster your rifle and claim your prize
$"Ohmygosh! you got it! you're the best Anon!"
>She grabs your leg and hugs you
>You stand, stunned for a few seconds
>You crouch down and hug her back.

>Finally, you did something right

6)

>You need drink
>You know you shouldn't, your liver's going to hate you for it
>You approach your favourite bar
>A man sits motionless at the side of the door
>You pass some money down to him
"Good luck out there"
>Inside the bar, your seat beckons you
>The stool nearest the bar
>You go behind the bar and grab a beer bottle
>Better make that six bottles
>You slump down to your stool, and crack open the first
>It's going to be a long night

>The empty bottles gather beside you
>You're face down on the counter now
>Today's events play on repeat through your head
>Maybe if you'd been faster
>Maybe things would of been different
>A tear starts to emerge
>You quickly shake your head and stop it
"Men don't cry"
>You raise the bottle to your mouth again
>Empty
>Better open the next one

>The door opens, letting the cold night air in
>Someone walks in, and takes a seat next to you
>Your face remains firmly rooted to the bar
="I'll have a bottle of ya' finest cider, please"
>Do you know that voice?
>You sit upright and turn to look at her
>An orange pony in a Cowboy hat looks back at you
>Can't let her see you like this
>You quickly stand up
"The service is terrible here"
>You go behind the bar and pull out a cider bottle
"This one OK?"
>She nods
>You open it and place it in front of her, then return to your seat
="What y'all doin' in a place like this anyway?"
>You try not to look at her
"Nothing, just doing... nothing"
>She looks at the empty bottles
="That's an awful lotta beers for doin' nuthin'"
="Is everythin' alright, Anon?"
>You slam your bottle on the counter
"I'm fine!"
>She flinches away from you
>You don't want to scare her, but you really want to be alone right now
>You finish your beer and open the next one
"I'm fine, everything’s... fine"
>You sit in awkward silence for a while
>She'll leave soon
>You hear her shuffle on her chair
>She must be going home
>You listen for the door
>But you don't hear it open
>Instead, an arm gets placed around your shoulder
="What happened today, Anon?"
>She speaks much quieter now
>You let out a long sigh
"I messed up"

"This morning, the radio picked up something"
"Some people just outside the city"
"They were in trouble, and needed my help"
"So I went out to find them"
>You pause for a moment
"But when I got there..."
>Your voice trails off
"I wasn't fast enough"
"I couldn't help them, it was already too late"
>Your thoughts race back to the scene
>Woman and child, side by side
>You had to do it, it wasn't fair to leave them suffering
>You start crying again
>She pats your back gently
>You don't try and hold it back any more
>You collapse into her arms, and cry into her shoulder
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry..."
>She pats your back again
="It's alright, everything’s going to be OK, ya'hear?"
>You tighten your grip on her
"Please, please stay with me"
="I will, Anon, I promise"
="We all will"

7)

>You walk with a spring in your step
>Today was your birthday
>Your friends surely had something planned for you
>They had told you to meet them at them at the diner
"Remember to act surprised"
>You reach the diner
>It's colourful red design had faded long ago
>The windows are all boarded up
>You approach the front door and grab the handle
>You smirk, and slowly edge the door open with a creak
"Anybody in here?"
>You turn and flick the light switch
>The lights hum and flicker into life
-"Surprise!"
>An assortment of colourful ponies jumps out from behind the counter
>You do your best "surprised" face, but you can't help but grin like a madman
>Everyone’s here
>The room is crudely decorated with an assortment of tacky things
>Christmas lights hung from the ceiling
>Old birthday cards tied together into makeshift streamers
>And a dirty banner, reading "Happy birthday, Tim!", "Tim" has been crossed out, and "Anon" is written above it
>It's far from perfect, but it's yours
"Wow... thanks guys, this is amazing!"
>You're overcome with joy, almost to tears
="Aww, shucks, it's nothin' really"
~"Only the best for you, darling"
>The pink one jumps onto a table beside you
-"Let's party!"
>She throws her arms into the air and cheers
>Everyone joins in
>You switch on the cassette player sitting on the table beside you
>Only one speaker works, and you've only got one tape
>It's your favourite though, so you put it on loop
>You begin your awkward dancing
>You must look like a moron
>But you don't care
>It's your special day
>Nothing's going to ruin it

>The music begins to slow, until it's nothing more than an unintelligible mess
>You switch it off
>Batteries never last long enough
>You turn back to your friends
>They all stare back with adoring eyes
-"Presents! Time for presents!"
>She grabs your arm and leads you over to a table
>On it, are your birthday presents
>Weirdly shaped packets, terribly wrapped in newspaper
>Must be hard when you don't have hands
>You take a seat, and begin opening the first
>You take your time, relishing every moment
>This might never happen again
>A hip flask
>A new tie
>A can of spaghetti hoops
>And various other junk
>You don't mind though, you didn't give them much notice
>You look around the table, at the faces of each of your friends
>The best friends you could wish for
>You begin tearing up again
"I..."
>You make the best smile you can manage
"I love you guys"

8)

>You are in a field on the outskirts of the city
>You don't usually come out this far
>You're looking for flowers
>They don't grow in the city
>You wanted to surprise your friends with a present
>It would be winter soon, so you didn't want to miss your chance
>You kneel down by a group of red and yellow ones
"They'll like these"
>You carefully dig them up and place them in a small plant pot you brought with you
>As you return to your feet, a flock of geese flies overhead
>You raise a hand to your forehead and salute them
"See you next spring"
>It's getting pretty dark, so you best head back
>You hop over the fence and onto the road, beginning the long trek back
>You imagine the look on their faces when you show them the flowers
>You smile
>They're surely missing you

>You hear a noise in the distance behind you
>You turn around to look
>Two bright lights are approaching you, at speed
>You stand, completely dazed
>The noise gets louder, a loud roaring noise
>You place the plant pot by the side of the road
>You remove your fedora and place it against your chest
"I'm ready"
>The lights get closer
>Any second now
>The lights are almost upon you now
>But with a loud screech, they stop 

< "Oi, you alright there mate?"
>The lights dim slightly, revealing a large 4x4
>A figure is leaning out the side window
< "You wanna lift back to camp mate?"
>The passenger side door opens
>You return your fedora to your head, and slowly approach the 4x4
>Inside, a man wearing dirty camo grins at you with yellow teeth
< "Hop in mate"
>You climb into the passenger seat and close the door
>The man shoves the gear stick forward with a jerk, and the 4x4 begins to move
< "You look bloody knackered, mate, 'ow long you been out here?"
>You jump in your seat, and try to form a response
>But you just can't make words come out
>You stare at the passenger foot weld
< "No worries, you'll be alright once we get back to camp"
>He gives a nervous laugh
>You remain silent
>He glances over to you again, then turns the car stereo on
>After an awkward drive, the car finally stops
< "'ere ya go mate, we're 'ere"
>You climb out the 4x4 and look ahead
>It's a holiday camp
>Several log cabins are scattered between the trees, and a large cafeteria is in the centre
> "Oi, Bill, look what I found!"
>A large man in a trucker's outfit approaches you
¬ "Well looky here, if it ain't a live one!"
>He extends a hand out towards you
¬ "Name's Bill, nice to meet ya"
>You stare down at the outstretched hand
>A hand, not a hoof
>Are you supposed to do something?
>He steps forward and grabs your hand
>He shakes it up and down, quite roughly
>He finally releases you and puts a hairy arm around your shoulder
>He points to a lone cabin in the corner
¬ "You can 'ave that one"
>The he points to the cafeteria
¬ "Everyone's in 'ere, come inside and meet tha' gang"
>He drags you to the cafeteria
>About a dozen people sit around various tables
>He stands on up a chair and shouts
¬ "We got ourselves a new recruit fella's!"
>He grabs your hand again and raises it into the air
¬ "What's your name, kid?"
>"uh, I-, umm..."
>Everyone looks at you with confused expression
>"My name is Anon"
>The crowd mumbles various greetings, some give you half a wave, or a nod
>Then they all return to their conversations
>He jumps down from the chair and points over to the counter
¬ "Grab you'self a bowl, our treat"
>You walk over and pick one up
>You turn back around and survey the room
>Everyone sits in their little groups
>A Mother, Father and child sit at one table
>The father ruffles his kids hair
>At another table, an old couple
>Deeply rooted in quiet conversation
>And over at another, a group of men
>Talking loudly, with occasional interruptions of laughter
>You decide to sit alone

>You peer into the bowl in front of you
>Fresh vegetables
>You pick up a steaming carrot and pop it in your mouth
>You forgot how good things are fresh
>It's the best meal you've had in ages
>But it's not the same...
>You gaze at the empty seats around your table
>...When there's no one to share it with
>You quickly finish up and head outside
>You walk over to your designated cabin, and close the door behind you
>The moon casts a dim light across the empty room
>Nothing in here but a single bed
>You lay down and stare at the ceiling
>This is what you wanted, right?
>You close your eyes, and try your best to sleep

*"Anon..."
>A faint voice is calling you
*"Anon... where are you Anon?"
>You try to call back, but you can't make a sound
*"Anon... please come home"
>Home
>This is your home now
*"We miss you..."

>You awake with a jerk, and throw yourself upright
>Your face is soaking wet
>You jump out of bed and go to the window
>It's raining heavily
>You look over to the city
>To the clock tower, in the far distance with the moonlight reflecting off it's face
"I miss you too"
>You pick up your bag and your rifle
>You put your fedora in it's rightful place atop your head
>You open the door and look into the darkness

>It was time to go home

9)
>The freezing rain stings your face
>You can barely see where you're going
>You just keep walking towards the clock tower
>Were they're waiting for you
>You come to a large mess of crashed cars
>Without even a moment of hesitation, you climb up onto it
>No time to waste
>You slip and fall amidst the mass of crumpled metal
>A sharp pain pierces your leg
>It's cut, and bleeding quite badly
>You get straight back up and keep going
>Now hobbling, you jump down from the wreckage and keep going
>The wind pushes against you
>A voice in the back of head keeps telling you to go back
>You can't feel your feet any more
>But you keep going
>You have to get to them

>You arrive at the field from before
>The flowers you selected still sit in their pot
>You pick them up, covering them with your suit jacket
>You shiver from the cold, but you have to protect them
>You continue on your journey
>Step by step, you stumble
>You look towards the city
"I'm coming guys"
>You hope they're alright
>Not looking where you're going, you trip over some rubble
>You instinctively hold the flower out of harms way
>You land flat on your face
>You hear something crunch
>Your nose is broken
>Blood trickles down your face
>You groan in pain
>You try and lift yourself up
>Your arms wobble, and you collapse back down
>You reach out towards the city
>Just a bit further
>You begin to drag yourself across the floor with your free hand, still clutching the flower with the other
>You don't make it very far before you collapse again
>You can't just give up
>What will they do without you?
>But you can't move another inch
>Your face is a mess of blood and tears
"I'm sorry"
>You lay face down in the road
"I'm just not strong enough"

£ "Anon!"
>A loud voice bellows at you from above
>You look up to see a tall, majestic pony
>She glows with a radiant blue light
>She stares down at you in your pathetic state
£ "What are you doing out here?"
>She looks over at your leg
£ "You're not going to let that stop you are you?"
>You attempt to get up, but quickly collapse again
£ "I see"
>She lowers her head down to you
>She whispers something in your ear
>A wave of energy washes over you
>Your leg doesn't seem to hurt as much now
>You manage to pull yourself off the ground
>You clamber to your feet
>You look over to your saviour
"Thanks, I-"
>She covers your mouth with a hoof to silence you
£ "There's no need"
>She looks over to the city
£ "Hurry now, they're waiting for you"
>You turn and continue your journey, hobbling with newfound strength

>You finally make it to the city centre
>The sun is beginning to rise
>You stumble over to the spaghetti restaurant
>You force open the heavy doors with your whole body
>You stand in the open doorway, completely out of breath
>You made it
>Your home
>Your friends
>It's all still here

*"Welcome home, Anon"

10)

>The snow continues to fall gently around you
>A thick white blanket lays across the city
>You'd never know what was underneath it
>A parting in the clouds creates a beam of light ahead
>In it, stands the bright pony with the rainbow mane
>She looks at you with a mischievous smile
+"What's up, Anon? Your legs frozen or something?"
>You throw your scarf over your shoulder and jog over to her
+Oh, so you CAN move fast when you want to?"
>You catch up and stand beside her
"No need to rush now"
>You ruffle the top of her mane
"We've got all the time in the world"
>The two of you continue your walk at a leisurely pace
+"So Anon, I was wondering..."
>You look down to your side
>She's got that look on her face again
+"Bet'cha can't hit me with a snowball!"
>She dashes off ahead
"Oh yeah! It's on then!"
>You bend down and begin moulding some snowballs
>Although they aren't very ball shaped, just lumpy 
>You return to your feet with your icy ammo in your arm
>Now where could she be?
>You scan the scene around you
>A multicoloured tail pokes out from behind a fence, betraying her presence
>You do your best stealth mode and sneak over to it
"I have no clue where she's gone!"
>You hear a giggle
>You reach the fence and jump over
"I've got you now!"
>You unload your snow barrage upon her
>She's too damn fast, and dodges every single one
>She jumps back over the fence and runs off again
"You're not getting away that easy!"
>You hop over after her and begin pursuit
>Ducking and weaving between the various scattered wreckage
>Your catching up to her
>You reach out your arms to grab her
>But she turns at the last second and avoids you
>You collide with a lamppost and fall over backwards

>You gaze up at the sky
>Since you're down here anyway, you decide to make a snow angel
>Your colourful friend stands above you, still panting
+"Told you... I'm un... untouchable"
>You smirk
"I should of known better than to accept a challenge from the master"
>She beams with pride
>You climb to your feet and admire your creation
>It doesn't look much like an angel
>The exposed ground leaves a stain of brown on the perfect white snow
>You kick some snow over it to cover it
+"Where to now, Anon?"
>You look over to the setting sun
"I know just the place"
>You walk over to a tall apartment block
>You place your hands on the cold steel bars and begin climbing
>It's a long way up
>It's easy for her though
>She peers down from the top of the ladder
>Silhouetted against the fading sun
>She stretches out her wings
>She looks almost divine
>You quicken your climb
>You finally reach the top and clamber over
>You walk over to the edge of the roof and sit down, legs over the edge
>You pat the space next to you
>She walks over and sits beside you
>The two of you gaze into the setting sun
>You reach out an arm and place it over her shoulder
>You pull her in close
>She jumps a little, but quickly relaxes
>She rests her head on your shoulder

>In that moment
>At that time
>You couldn't be happier
>For a second you could almost believe
>That you were in heaven.

11)

>You walk down the empty streets once again
>It's dark and it's cold
>Everything around you sits lifeless and grey
>Even the sun can't seem to brighten up today
>You need to find some food
>But there's nothing left for you here
>You pass by some places you remember fondly
>So many happy memories were made here
>You smile in quiet remembrance
>You reach a bridge, and peer over the rail into the murky canal waters 
>A rusted shopping trolley sits at the bank, and a broken tree branch floats past
>You stare into the depths
>The surface flickers a dim reflection
>You can see something...
>An image starts to appear
>You watch in awe as a crystal clear picture begins to emerge
>You see a small town, bright and cheery
>You've never seen the place before, though it feels very familiar
>You reach your hand down to it
>It feels so close, like you can almost touch it
-"What are you waiting for?"
>You turn around to see your friends standing opposite you
>You both stand silent for a few moments
="We've had a mighty fine time here in your world, Anon"
~"Really, it's been grand"
+"We'd love to return the favour"
#"If th- that's OK with you"
>They each take a step forward as they speak
>You slump down with your back against the cold steel railing
>You look down at the rifle in your hands
*"Haven't you waited long enough?"
>They all stand much closer now
>You lift it up and check the chamber
>5 rounds
>You only need one
>You slowly turn it around to face you
>Your hands are trembling massively
>A hoof get placed on your shaking hand
>Followed by several more
>Your friends look down on you with understanding smiles
>You can do this
>It was time
>You bring the barrel up and place it against your head
>You gaze around at your friends faces once more
"See you soon"
>You close your eyes and take a deep breath
>You reach your finger over to the trigger

>The wait was finally over

~END~

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