Anon, The New Assistant: A Humanized CYOA - Day 2

Welcome to Day 2 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. 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

 

And now, let the story begin!

 

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>*bzzt bzzt bzzt*

>You roll over and slap your alarm clock, turning it off and leaving a calming silence on this Tuesday morning.

>You yawn, and check the clock to see that it is 7 AM, you have work in an hour.

>Looking around your room, you notice just how much progress you made with unpacking yesterday afternoon.

>The clutter has settled quite a bit, soon your apartment will be looking fairly nice.

>You throw off your blanket and shuffle your feet over to the bathroom, you need to piss.

>Afterwards, you wash your hands and splash some water on your face.

>Okay, now you're feeling awake!

 

A. Shower

B. Breakfast

C. Sit around for a bit

 

>You walk out of the bathroom and go grab a towel from the closet.

>You put the towel on the counter in the bathroom and hop in the shower.

>5 minutes later, you are clean as a whistle and ready to go eat.

>You walk down the hall and grab a bowl of Frosted Flakes to eat before work.

>While munching on frosted flakes, you start thinking to yourself about yesterday.

>Job wise, everything went great. Spike is pretty cool, and Twilight's cute personality and charming looks kept your mind off of the work you were doing. Of course, it wouldn't be professional to make a move on her, she is your boss.

>But then again, when did you ever care about being professional?

>You finish up your food and put the dishes away, and then turn on the weather to see what it's gonna look like today.

>You watch as an energetic girl with rainbow hair gives her report on the weather.

>Wait, rainbow hair?

>I guess they are far less strict about how the weather people look here.

>Anyways, it looks like it's gonna be a little cloudy out, so you throw on jeans and a light gray sweatshirt.

>Aaaand there's that electronic music from downstairs again.

>You shake your head in annoyance and step outside of your apartment and head downstairs.

>You walk calmly to work with your headphones in, taking in the sights around town.

Anon: "This really is a pretty town."

>You mumble this to yourself as you arrive at Twilight's library.

>Who will you work with today?

 

A. Twilight

B. Spike

C. Alone

 

>You step into the library and catch sight of Twilight carrying around her checklist, no doubt making sure everything is good.

>Then you look over towards Spike, who is groggily hauling around more books, no doubt some of which are the same ones as the ones from yesterday.

Anon: 'Hey Twilight!"

>You call out to her as you walk over, and go pick up some books on the ground near her.

Twilight: "Oh, hi Anon!"

Anon: "What're you doing?"

Twilight: "Just taking stock, making sure we have plenty of supplies."

>Ah, that seems like a good idea.

>You wonder to yourself, does the library get this cluttered every day?

Anon: "How was your thing with Rarity yesterday?"

Twilight: "Oh, it went pretty well, she just needed some leaves for some strange dress she's making. We walked up to Sweet Apple Acres and gathered leaves from some old trees, I was really only there to help carry supplies."

Anon: "Oh, I was wondering where you two were, I was gonna come see if I could help."

>Twilight shows the smallest smile before handing you the vacuum.

Twilight: "Well that's nice of you, Anon! Here, vacuum this area for me."

>While your vacuuming, you glance up to see spike trip and throw inkwells everywhere.

Twilight: "Oh god, Spike, look at this mess!"

Spike: "Don't worry, I'm fine, thanks for asking."

>Twilight completely ignores the sarcastic remark.

Twilight: "Anon, we're gonna need new inkwells, these ones are all cracked and busted. Do you think you could run to the market and get some for me?"

 

A. Go to market

B. Offer to stay and clean the mess instead

 

>You look at her and smile.

Anon: "Sure, I'll get going right away!"

Twilight: "Thanks, here's some money to get the inkwells with. Oh, and here's my number in case you need anything."

>Twilight number acquired!

>You step out to leave those two to their cleaning, and begin the walk to the marketplace.

>A small wind picks up and is just cold enough to make you shiver.

>Nonetheless, the walk is peaceful and gives you some time to relax.

>You turn around the corner of the building on your right to find the marketplace, bustling with busy people each going about doing their own thing.

>The market is quite the gathering spot, on one side, you can see a girl performing an eerie cello solo with people standing around mystified, tossing coins into her case.

>On the other side, a girl is selling her apples and apple accessories.

>She has a small tan over her muscular, but still very feminine, body, and her eyes hold strong with an air of confidence. When she talks and moves, she exaggerates her hip movements, and you catch yourself staring at the hypnotizing sight for a little more than a moment. Her blonde hair is being blown gently in the wind, not moving as much as it could be due to her cowboy hat holding her hair down.

>You continue your search for inkwells throughout the marketplace, eventually finding a pottery stall that sells handmade inkwells for fairly cheap.

>You purchase them, and as you start heading back to the library, you look over at the girl at the apple stand again.

 

A. Walk back to the library

B. Talk to apple girl before leaving

 

>You walk back over to the apple stand and approach the girl.

Anon: "Excuse me? Hey, my name is Anon."

???: "Well hey there Anon, mah name is Applejack, Me and mah family run Sweet Apple Acres, reckon you heard o' us. What can I do for yah?"

>Applejack? Like the cereal?

Anon: "Oh, I was just coming to introduce myself, I'm new in town so I've just been looking for people to make friends with."

Applejack: "Well is that so? Well Ah'm usually pretty busy with the farm and all, but maybe you can stop by sometime for a visit and Ah can show yer the place!"

Anon: "Yea, that sounds great! Here, what's your phone number, that way I can get ahold of you?"

>Applejack takes your phone and puts her number in quickly.

>Applejack number acquired!

Applejack: "There you go, sugarcube, ya'll come back now if yah need anything. Bye!"

Anon: "Sweet, I'll see you around!"

>You smile to yourself as you walk away, knowing that you'll get along well with the Cereal Queen.

>You make your way back to the library to see that Twilight and Spike handled the mess from earlier.

Anon: "Hey Twilight, here's the inkwells you needed, and your change."

Twilight: "Thanks Anon, I knew I could count on you!"

>You smile and thank her, and then finish your work for the day.

>Well, it's 3:00 PM, and you are finally done with work. What now?

 

A. Eat

B. Find someone to hang out with (Give name or I just pick randomly)

C. Go home

 

>Well, you've been hearing about this girl around town, Record Scratch or something...?

>You decide to walk around and ask about where you can find her.

Stranger "Hahaha you mean Vinyl Scratch? How could you not be able to find her, you can hear her from a mile away!"

>Wait, does he mean...

Stranger: "Just follow the bass until you find her, it probably won't be that hard."

>With an idea in mind, you rush back towards your apartment.

>Sure enough, when you arrive you are greeted by the sounds of electronic beats.

>You run up the stairs to your apartment, grab your bass guitar out of it's case and find the box your amp is in, and go down a floor.

>The only thing in between you and Vinyl now is her front door.

>You plug in your amp in the hall outlet and crank it, then place it right outside her door. It's time for a little competition.

>You start playing a calm finger picked riff, not unleashing your full sound quite yet.

>On the other side of the door, you hear the speakers get turned up, and they slowly start to overpower your amp.

>So naturally, you break into a heavier, electrifying riff with your pick, a good deal louder.

>You hear someone shouting from the other side of the door.

Vinyl: "So it's a competition you want, huh? Gimme your all!"

>A second later, you feel a strong blast of bass and distorted synths hit your ears.

>Damn, this girl doesn't mess around with her speaker system.

>You push yourself and play as incredibly loud as you can, your fingers quickly becoming hurt from the crazy amounts of force you are using.

>By this point, you are certain all your neighbors hate you both forever.

>Suddenly, the volume on the other side drops significantly, and you hear footsteps coming towards the door.

>The front door flies open, nearly smacking into you and pushing your amp right out of the way.

Vinyl: "Ohoho man, that was way too much fun! We'll call that a draw for now, but lets get this gear out of the hallway before the police show up with a noise complaint!"

>You pick up your amp and bring it into Vinyl's apartment, and close the door behind you on your way in.

>The room greets you with an abundance of musician posters and speakers next to CD racks. The main stereo runs a cord into Vinyl's laptop, presumably so she can here what she s making best.

>Of course, anything not related to music is a little messy, spare stuff strewn about the room.

>Vinyl runs into the kitchen and you hear her shout back at you:

Vinyl: I'm making mac and cheese right now, feel free to have some! You want anything to drink?

>You ask for a glass of water.

>She comes strolling back into the living room and sits on the couch next to you, a glass of water in one hand and an orange soda in the other.

Vinyl: "You're pretty good with that bass! What's your name, dude?"

Anon: "I'm Anon, I'm actually your upstairs neighbor who just moved in."

Vinyl: "Oh, so that's why I haven't been getting yelled at every day. The old upstairs neighbor hated me. Be right back."

>She runs out into the kitchen and grabs some bowls of mac and cheese and brings them out for you both.

Vinyl: "Well Anon, you seem like a pretty fun guy, so you are always welcome here. You care if I finish working on this track while we talk?"

Anon: "Not at all."

>You watch as she nods and flicks her deep purple shades back on and stares intently at the track laid out on her monitor.

>You take this opportunity to take in her looks, and you immediately notice her bright blue hair.

>Well, if Pinkie doesn't work out, you probably just found another person to party with.

>Your gaze then falls upon her low, tense cheeks and her lips, which are slightly open since she is lost in thought.

>Her nails flash a brilliant blue to match her hair, and her white tank top compliments her torso very well.

>Her jeans wrap tightly around her legs, leaving little to the imagination.

>You imagine her from the backside and are pleased with the results, maybe a little too pleased.

Vinyl: "Anon?"

Anon: "Huh?"

>You blush a bit, realizing that you totally just got caught staring at her while she was trying to talk to you.

Vinyl: "I asked how often you practice your bass."

Anon: "Oh, I haven't been able to as much recently with the move, but I used to play about 5 days a week."

Vinyl: "Well it shows, your forearms are noticeably more muscled than the rest of your arms. You probably have really strong hands."

>You thank her and hold in your spaghetti as you hear the sexual undertone she put on that last sentence.

Vinyl: "Well, it's getting late, so I'm gonna get to bed. Before you go though, here."

>Vinyl number acquired!

>You wave goodbye and head upstairs to your apartment.

>Looking at the clock, you see that it is 9:30 PM already. Wow, you didn't realize how much time you spent chatting with her.

>You check your phone before falling into bed, and see that you have a message from Twilight.

Twilight (text): "Hey, I'm gonna be busy tomorrow and we don't have much to do, so don't worry about going to work tomorrow."

>You smile and lay in bed, and then drift off to sleep.

 

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-End of Day 2

-Met Applejack and Vinyl

-Unpacking: Still 65% complete