Anon, The New Assistant: A Humanized CYOA - Day 12

Welcome to Day 12 of Anon, The New Assistant! This is a Choose Your Own Adventure story following the life of Anonymous as he adjusts to life in his new town, Ponyville, and at his new job, as Twilight's library assistant. The story is written day by day, usually around 21:30-22:00. Choices will be made off of a vote for different options, and majority rules, unless I state otherwise. In the situation of a tie, I go with whichever option was voted for first. Feel free to vote for something other than provided, but I am ultimately the final judge of whether or not those options will be picked. Also, feel free to tell me to text someone, your contact list is in the pastebin.

 

Fat E.T.'s Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/Fat_ET

 

Message of the Day: Fuck this shit man

 

And now, let the story begin!

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>*bzzt bzzt bzzt*

>You feel Vinyl's arm smack you in the face as she reaches across you to turn the alarm off.

>God damnit, Vinyl

>She turns it off and then goes back to sleep.

>You get up out of bed, still feeling pretty great from yesterday.

>Your stomach rumbles, so you head out to the kitchen to grab some food for breakfast.

>You look in the fridge and see a carton of eggs.

>Your thoughts drift to the amazing scrambled eggs you made a few days ago

>Now it's time to replicate.

>You grab the eggs and a frying pan and get to making the best god damn scrambled eggs in the world.

>I bit later, they are finished and you sit down to enjoy your masterpiece.

>And....

>These fucking suck, what happened?

>You put the scrambled eggs on a paper plate and carry them to your window that points out the front of the building.

>You open up the window and lean out.

Anon: "PONYVILLE, PREPARE YOURSELF! THE SCRAMBLING IS UPON YOU!"

>You throw the scrambled eggs out the window and watch them plummet to the ground.

>They fall for a bit and then land on a scruffy looking man in a janitor uniform, covering him in scrambled eggs.

>You duck back inside before he can see you.

>You go to the cabinet and grab some cereal, then sit down an eat that instead.

>You hop in the shower and get cleaned up really quickly, hurrying because you have to make up for time lost during The Scrambling

>After showering, you get dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

>You head out the door of your apartment, heading downstairs.

>You do all that you can to hold in your laughter as you pass by the janitor, who still has bits of egg all over him.

>You head out the front door of the complex and see that it is snowing very lightly.

>What the fuck is this

>[spoiler]mfw this is what happened to me this morning[/spoiler]

>You start walking to work, grateful of the sweatshirt you decided to wear today.

>As the library comes into view, you remember that tomorrow is the dinner with Spike and the Apple family.

>And you also remember that Vinyl's gig is at the same time.

>Fuck. You still haven't decided what to do about that, you need to figure it out soon though.

>You step inside the library and look around, taking in the usual sights.

>The library is always so calming in the morning.

 

A. Work with Spike

B. Work with Twilight

C. Other

 

>You walk over to Spike to start a conversation with him.

Anon: "Hey Spike, how's it going?"

Spike: "I'm good, I'm good.You?"

Anon: "Pretty good man. You hype for tomorrow? Nervous at all?"

Spike: "A little nervous, I'm glad you'll be there to back me up dude."

>Fuck

>Abort mission

>Or should you?

Anon: "You'll do fine man, you'd get that Apple ass whether I was there or not, I know it. And I've been right so far, so I think I know what I'm saying."

>He gives you a suspicious look, at least that's what you think

>He is seeing right through you

 

A. Break the news

B. Ease it into conversation slowly

C. Run away as fast as possible

D. Other

 

Spike: "What are you talking about Anon?"

>You know that he knows

>Spaghetti starts slithering out of your pockets

>Your mind rushes to find a way to change the subject.

>The most genius ruse of all time pops into your head!

>But you are so nervous that all you can stutter out is

Anon: "L-Look out f-f-for da tri-monkey"

>And there it goes

>The spaghetti is everywhere, you are swimming in it

Spike: "What?"

>You take a deep breath and retract your spaghetti as best you can.

Anon: "Look man, I'm in kind of a situation here. My roommate, she just her first gig in forever, and it's really important to her, but it's tomorrow night. Same time as our dinner. I promised her I'd come see her show as soon as she got one forever ago, but I didn't know it would be tonight. But I don't want to blow you off and I'm kinda fucked."

Spike: "Huh."

 

A. Ask Spike's opinion

B. Tell him you'll be at dinner

C. Tell him you won't be at dinner

D. Other

 

Anon: "What should I do man? It's only fair that I hear what you think."

Spike: "...You sure that everything will go fine? What if we've misread her feelings or something?"

Anon: "Okay, I wasn't gonna tell you this, but Apple Bloom was at the market the other day buying perfume for tomorrow night. So she could impress you. I talked to her while this happened. She's been trying to prepare to impress you, just like we've been doing."

Spike: "Really?"

Anon: "Yep. So you'll do awesome man, don't worry."

Spike: "...Okay. You don't need to come, I guess."

>Now is the moment of truth

 

A. Dinner with Spike

B. Vinyl's gig

C. Other

 

Anon: "I'm gonna go to Vinyl's gig, but don't worry man, you'll do awesome. If you guys want, you can come to the show after dinner."

>You give Spike Vinyl's number so he can figure out the location and shit.

>You guys work the rest of the work day, and then finally finish up at 4 PM.

>Damn, working late today.

>Must be because [spoiler]I'm tired and have a headache but fuck that shit, I'm finishing this today god dammit[/spoiler]

>You step outside after work has been finished and look around for a minute.

 

A. Text someone (Contact List: http://pastebin.com/VcBaYhi8)

B. Wander

C. Back to apartment

D. Other

 

>You decide wandering has potential.

>While wandering, you pass by some autistic fatass shouting to himself about his CYOA

>Whatever the fuck that means

>You keep wandering, and a minute later you spot a middle aged man doing something strange.

>You watch from a distance to what he is doing, it appears he is painting the grass in front of Rarity's boutique.

>Painting it purple.

>Why the fuck

 

A. Investigate

B. Leave

C. Other

 

>You pull out your phone and go to Rarity's contact, and then hit the call button.

Rarity: "Hello?"

Anon: "Hey Rarity, are you home?"

Rarity: "Yes Anon, why?"

Anon: "There's some guy painting your grass purple, you know about that?"

Rarity: "Him again?"

>Rarity hangs up and you see her run outside.

>The man runs away, laughing his ass off.

>You look at the grass and the only spots that aren't painted spell out "Top Kek"

Anon: "What the fuck was that?"

Rarity: "The local hooligan, Discord. This is his lamest prank yet."

Anon: "Local hooligan? That guy was like 40."

Rarity: "He refuses to grow up."

Anon: "Why don't you just wait around for him to show up if this happens so often?"

Rarity: "He's too good at this stuff, he's become unpredictable. The only thing that's consistent is that he causes trouble."

>You like this guy.

>As you are about to leave, you notice a folded up piece of paper on the edge of the grass with your name on it.

>You pick it up, it reads, "I saw what you did with the scrambled eggs. I like your style kid, I'll keep in touch. -D"

>You aren't sure if that's a threat or not.

 

A. Continue wandering

B. Stay with Rarity

C. Other

 

>You say goodbye to Rarity and start making your way home.

>You are walking through town back to your apartment, and you realize you are really hungry

>You spot a small pizza shop and head in to grab some food.

>You walk inside and see Scootaloo behind the counter.

Anon: "Hey scoots, I didn't know you had a job."

Scootaloo: "Just got it, I need to make money for life and stuff."

Anon: "Cool. Can you get me a pepperoni pizza?"

Scoot: "Sure, one sec Anon."

>You wait, get your food, say bye to Scootaloo, then make your way back to your apartment

>This pizza though

>Smells so good

>You are tempted to eat it on the way back but hold out until you reach your apartment.

>You walk in the apartment and put the pizza down.

>Vinyl's sitting on the couch with a notepad.

Anon: "Hey, I brought pizza. What'cha doing?"

Vinyl: "Just making sure my setlist is ready for tomorrow."

>You look over and see a few song names written down and like a million doodles around it.

>You look at her questioningly.

Vinyl: "...I'm gonna be up late doing this."

>You grab some plates and load up on pizza, getting some for Vinyl too.

>You sit down next to her and write on her notepad when she puts it down to grab the pizza.

>You wrote, "That one song, the one with the wubs and shit."

>You are so clever

>Not

>You faggot

>Vinyl picks it up and looks at your suggestion.

>She puts a star next to it.

Vinyl: "You're a genius, Anon."

>The sarcasm is dripping off those words.

 

A. Go to bed (End Day 12)

B. Make move

C. Dick around

D. Other

 

>You're watching Vinyl work, but you quickly become distracted

>Time to get smooth...

>You pull the classic yawn/arm stretch

>The only move you know

>God damnit

>Vinyl looks up at you.

Vinyl: "Anon, please, I'm busy."

Anon: "Busy on this dick."

Vinyl: "Bite me, cunt."

>You lean down and gently bite the top of her ear.

Anon: "Like that?"

>She blushes a bit.

Vinyl: "Anon, you know I'd love to, but I really am busy with this."

>You sigh.

Anon: "Yea, I guess you are right."

>You get up and go grab your bass and plug it into the amp.

>Time to jam, nigga

>Get funky

>You've barely been practicing as of late, but you've been busy so it really isn't your fault.

>It's not like you lost any skill anyways.

>Implying you have skill to lose

>You practice for a little while, switching between scales and improv.

>That groove though

>Now you remember why you started playing this damn thing.

>You get into the moment, and start really enjoying yourself.

>About a half hour in, your fingers start to hurt, but you don't mind.

>This is your art, and you will suffer for it.

>Because no matter how tough it is to keep up with sometimes, you love it and will continue to do it for as long as you can.

>[spoiler]In case you didn't figure this out, I'm using Anon's bass playing as symbolism for this CYOA. Thanks everybody for giving me something to look forward to every night[/spoiler]

>You stay up late with Vinyl, playing bass the whole time, lost in your own world.

>You and Vinyl don't say a word, but there is no need.

>She understands how you feel; You may have completely different styles of music, but she recognizes when you are in the zone.

>Though it's been hours and it's time for the two of you to sleep, you feel it's only been 10 minutes or so.

>You know you need to stop for the night though, so you unplug the amp and head to the bedroom.

>Laying down in bed, you feel the exhaustion you fought off that whole time creeping up on you, and you fall asleep.

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-End of Day 12

-Sort of met Discord

-Vinyl Bro level increased

-Finished Spike Prep

 

Alright, that's it for today, thanks everyone for participating! I'll be back tomorrow night, and I'll spend the day getting hyped to write so I can make tomorrow great.

 

And again, thanks for making a faggot's day by giving him something great to do.