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Storyteller Anon Pt.6

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Summary: Anon had adventured across this new world for years, and has reached old age. Still wanting to travel the world but having no money to do so Anon tells stories to get food at each stop while visiting old friends. The traditions, social norms, and political relations of each race are explored followed by Anon telling a story.
Last Chapter: Anon caught up with the Buffalo tribe and met the new Chief. Anon offered a gift in the form of the story How Much Land Does a Man Need.
Posted in Thread 848
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>It is finally time to go back to where it all began.
>You can’t put it off anymore; the journey ahead takes you straight through the pony domain.
>They’ll no doubt try to nag you into finally stopping, as they do every time.
>Sometimes it gets hard to fight their pleas, and they do have such varied landscapes.
>From the hills and mountains to the grasslands and forests, it is a beautiful place.
>Each time you passed through you couldn’t help but go to Canterlot.
>The view from the top of the castle is always amazing.
>You envy the griffons and their keen sight whenever you look out from the towers.
>If you had just half of their vision you could see the curvature of the Earth.
>Down the unused roads you walk, spotting the castle in the distance.
>You could take a train from the border of the buffalo lands all the way to the other end of the pony kingdom, but that would defeat the whole purpose.
>The point of your wandering was to see the world, not cross it.
>It was a trip you had to fight for.
>No one knows for sure how or why you came here.
>Plucked from your home to this bizarre and extravagant place.
>That adequately describes your initial entrance.
>You popped in, for lack of a better word, right in front of Princess Celestia and two guards.
>Each of you just gazed at the other in awe.
>Horses with weapons and armor in a marbled room, a biped with no horns or tail in strange clothes.
>First contact could have gone better.
>They pressed their spears towards you and babbled nonsense.
>You put distance between yourself and them, chattering nonsensically.
>Neither of you could understand what the other was saying.
>In the end, you were led to a room in the castle and the two guards stood watch.
>You were effectively under arrest.
>Wishing to keep your presence a secret, Princess Celestia was the only one allowed to enter the room.
>She implied that she was there to help you learn to talk, but most of the time she was just listening.
>In a sort of ‘brute force the language’ strategy, you began telling her stories.
>Stories from home, of adventure and exploration.
>Your words held no meaning, but the tone, the pace, the motions, the presentation... They all told the story.
>She watched and listened intently. In her eyes, you could see her mind dancing in those foreign lands you spoke of.
>A soft smile often decorated her face and she displayed a sense of longing.
>Those tales helped you as well.
>The only piece of home left to give comfort as you remembered the vast cities and modest villages.
>Recalling how humanity had stretched so far, settling in every kind of biome, cultures shifting to match every environment.
>Who knows? There could have even been humans here, but you had no way of asking.
>One day, Princess Celestia started bringing books.
>History books, folk tales, maps.
>She began matching your stories to hers.
> As you shared with one another without true words, she would press the appropriate book into your hands.
>In this way, you learned to speak the language they know as ‘Common’.
>In this world, ‘Common’ was a simplified version of the major languages to help negotiations and trade.
>Each race had their own official language, though some fully adopted it.
>You never did learn any of them; constantly travelling made it unnecessary and you could get by with just common.
>”Anon.”
>Hmmm?
>Who else would be on these trails?
>Snapping back to reality, you spot two pegasus guards pulling a chariot.
>”We have come to offer you a ride to the castle.”
“Nonsense, I’ll walk. The princess should know better.”
>”Princess Celestia worries for your health.”
“Phooey. I’ve got plenty of strength left.”
>”It would mean a lot to her.”
“I said no and that’s that. Now get going and leave me to my reminiscing.”
>They did just that, taking off to presumably relay your message.
>She always was a worrier.
>Once you could communicate properly, you told her you wanted to see the world.
>She wanted to integrate you more slowly.
>That integration started by bringing Princess Cadence with her.
>For a time, those two were the only ones you talked to.
>Large amounts of questions were exchanged both ways, the two girls often trying to lead you into a story.
>They loved to hear about your world and daydream while you talked.
>They became like children as they would lie down and gaze up at you with unfocused eyes, sometimes even mindlessly swaying their tails.
>To be fair, Princess Cadence was a child—or rather, foal— at that time.
>But that was a one-way road, a fact you weren’t happy with.
>There was so much to see just outside that door and yet you were locked away.
>One night you asked Princess Cadence to leave the door cracked.
>Monsters in the dark and such.
>She did so and you made your escape that night.
>The two guards you first ran into had apparently ended their shift.
>Leaving behind two very surprised ponies.
>Sneaking through the castle was difficult with little to hide behind.
>Since only four ponies had ever seen you, the guards usually looked on in disbelief as you snuck by.
>Once outside, it was far easier to hide in the woods and hills.
>Whenever you were actually spotted the ponies just froze until you disappeared again.
>You actually ended up as a myth for a while, like some sort of Bigfoot.
>That myth both grew and died thanks to Celestia.
>When she first ordered the search, the population got really suspicious.
>They never could find you, but the rumors of ‘sightings’ grew.
>It did your heart good to later hear there were whack jobs in this world, too.
>Except they were on to something this time.
>As the other races met you and your fame grew, Celestia eventually just came clean.
>Then you finally stopped hiding when moving through pony lands, and reconnected with the princesses.
>In front of you now stands Canterlot Mountain.
>Given its importance, there were many ways to the top.
>Travelling the ramps dug into it, similar to the griffons’ citadel, is the easiest path.
>A trek you’ve undergone many times before.
>One time, you scaled the mountain just for fun, but the crowd of pegasus ponies that hovered nearby, fearing you’d fall, killed the mood.
>Once more, a commotion grows where you walk.
>Like some sort of sports team, you are beset with odd requests for autographs and pictures.
>You try to push on, ignoring the flashes that attack your eyes.
>Keeping your head low doesn’t work when everyone is significantly shorter than you.
>You humor them for awhile, your worn hands barely able to offer little more than chicken scratch.
>The ponies are very sociable once they stop running away.
>Horrible at keeping secrets, though; probably part of being so nosey.
> Extremely curious, they could never leave well enough alone.
>How you miss the days when they’d hide at your sight.
“It’s nice to see you all, but please let me be on my way. I need to keep my energy for meeting the princess.”
>”You mean princessES.”
>That voice catches your attention.
>Pink, purple, and vanilla colors.
>Barber pole mane design.
>Wings and a horn.
>Yup, Princess Temper Tantrum is here.
“Princess Cadence, what a surprise. I half expected you to be in the Crystal Kingdom. Don’t tell me you came out here for this old fool. You know I’d come visit you next.”
>”It’s just a pleasant coincidence that I happened to be here when you showed up.”
>The ponies surrounding you make room as you bend down enough to receive her warm hug, though your back threatens to lock up in protest of your idiocy.
>You really wish there was a chiropractor spell.
>”You missed my wedding, Anon.”
>There is a hint of hurt in her scolding, but she tries to stay all smiles.
“Sorry. I was helping the diamond dogs and minotaurs negotiate at the time. If you gave a little more warning, I would have done my best to show up.”
>”It’s for the best, I suppose. It was quite ‘eventful’.”
>There’s the understatement of the year.
>With the crowd now watching from the sidelines, the two of you begin walking the rest of the way to the castle.
>She stands close against you and tries to match your speed.
>A few steps in and you can tell she’s trying to sync the sound of her steps to your stick.
>She’d make a game out of anything.
“From what I’ve heard, things have been ‘eventful’ here for quite a while now.”
>”It really has been. You should probably turn around now before something else happens. With half a day’s head start, you might just make it.”
>Is that a ribbing she’s attempting?
>You hold your impromptu cane for a second, throwing her off balance.
“That’s not a bad idea. I don’t want to be around when another “I’mma hold my breath” crisis arises when the troubled terror doesn’t get her way.”
>She quickly catches on to your cane shenanigans and rejoins its beat perfectly.
>She’s gotten a lot better at reading you.
>”How quickly one forgets the provider of pastries, the sneaker of sweets, the criminal of cookies, and the burglar of bread.”
>You shouldn’t have given her so many nicknames, but she enjoyed the titles you gave her.
>She also seemed to like them more when they followed alliteration.
“The bane of baths, the scourge of soap, the fighter of freshness.”
>Why do kids always hate getting clean?
>”The deceived darling who let her favorite friend escape.”
>Ouch. Low blow.
>You’re pretty sure you cleared all that up.
>Although Celestia was upset at Cadence for what happened, you had a few choice words for the white mare the next time you visited.
>And she apologized, acknowledging her wrongs.
>These ponies could never stay mad and were empathetic to a fault.
>That makes it all the harder for you to hold a grudge against them.
>Seems Cadence beat you this time.
>You both enter the castle in each other’s step.
>”By the way, Anon, there’s a lot of ponies for you to meet here. Aunty Celestia called for the Elements, Shining, and I to do some catching up. And of course, Aunty Luna is here too.
“Aunty Luna?”
>”Celestia’s sister, the mare on the moon.”
“Oh right, right. Now I remember.”
>”She may not show it, but she is very excited to meet you.”
>Coincidentally enough, the ‘Man on the Moon’ and ‘Mare on the Moon’ was one of the first stories you and Celestia connected.
>As you enter the wide room full of ponies you’ve never seen before, their conversation comes to a close.
>It’d be nice if visiting the ponies would be simple for a change.
>Celestia is able to restrain herself from outright bolting towards you, and maintains her practiced composure.
>”Anon, how are you? I was happy to hear you were on your way.”
>No one else says a word as she walks over to you.
>You move in for a hug, but she puts a wing to your chest, gently stopping you in place.
>”Come sit first.”
>She leads you to the nearest chair, the one obviously different from the rest.
>Of course, it’s the one closest to the door.
>As your body meets the wood, a huff of satisfaction escapes your lips.
>That was a lot of walking.
>No sooner had you sunk into the chair did Celestia wrap herself around you.
>Her head rests on your chest, listening to your quickened heart.
>Her wings contain you like a feathery cage and brush against your skin.
>You breathe heavily for want of air while she sighs contently, nuzzling a little further into you.
>The room seems deathly quiet, yet you pay it little mind as you rest your eyes.
>Once your heartbeat settles, she’s content to let you go.
>”You could have taken the chariot, you know.”
>Her voice sounds sullen, perhaps even containing pity.
“I know.”
>That was never really an option.
“I’ll never stop walking, you know.”
>Your voice matches her tone.
>”I know.”
>The rest look on in curiosity, except for Cadence who held an unfortunate smile.
>She is also the one to break the resulting silence.
>”Everyp0ny, this is Anon. Anon, these are Princess Luna”
>”Greetings.”
>” Princess Twilight Sparkle,”
>”Hello.”
>”My husband and her brother, Shining Armor.”
>”Sup.”
>”Rainbow Dash,”
>”Yo.”
>”Fluttershy,”
>”h..hi.”
>”Rarity,”
>”A pleasure.”
“Pinkie Pie,”
>”Hi~!”
“and Applejack.”
>”Howdy.”
>That’s a lot of introductions.
>Celestia steps away and the others take that as their cue to walk up to you.
“I’ve heard a lot about you all, especially you Elements. The whole world’s been talking about your exploits.”
>”Oh, oh, what’d they say?”
>The pink one seems quite excited at that news.
>She’s going to destroy her seat with that kind of bouncing.
>The blue seemed the most interested.
“Well, the changeling attack and the new princess are probably the biggest topics right now. The buffalo aren’t exactly happy with how the moon changed, but they blamed that on me.”
>”Why would they blame you?”
>You just shrug at the purple one’s question, though you know exactly why.
>It always feels weird when you explain you’re on their pantheon.
>”Anything else? Maybe about our super cool adventure in the Crystal Kingdom? Or our wild run-in with Discord?”
>The blue one was clearly expecting more.
“Let’s see... There was some talk about trouble in the north, but it was mostly just considered rumors. The griffons were pretty occupied with a bit of infighting at the time. Did those things really happen?”
>”Yup yup yup!”
>Pinkie liked to talk, that much was clear.
>”Absolutely, and it was dreadful. But we all came together in the end and everything worked out splendidly.”
>The white one made sure to emphasize that they did it together.
>”The buffalo give ya any trouble? They ain’t exactly the most welcomin’, but they usually mean well.”
>Seems the orange one had some face to face time with them before.
“No trouble, really. We have an…understanding. Which reminds me... Celestia, I heard that there was some trouble on the border of the buffalo awhile ago. I told you they hated trees.”
>Celestia gives an ‘I’m innocent’ smile and tries to recall the information.
>”Yes, it seems you did, many years ago. A compromise was reached and things are better than before.”
>Well that’s good; you forgot to ask the buffalo about that.
>”Our sister has told us much about you and your tricks, Anon.”
>The midnight mare presented some papers on the buffalo.
>”We’ve all been briefed. You have some powerful friends.”
>The white guard added some more based on the griffons.
>”I’m gonna have to enter that race.”
>An account of the Zebras dropped from the blue hoof.
>”I’m glad you got away from that dragon.”
>The yellow one had closed the folder almost as soon as she opened it.
>So some of the stories have travelled to the ponies.
“I’ve had my moments here and there. I’m sure both Princess Celestia and Princess Cadence have gone quite in-depth with my history, given their roles in it. From what I’ve seen and heard, you are all quite the growing legends and I’m sure they will tell your tale for years to come.”
>Their exploits are becoming world-renowned; at this point they’re already household names.
“Hundreds and thousands will sing and write about you, and you have so much time to go on even more amazing adventures. Allow me to share but a few moments of your time and tell a story just for the sake of telling it.”
>They all take to their seats, with Celestia and Cadence taking the spot on either side of you.
“Let me tell you of the Nurse and the Orphan.”
“Somewhere on my world, before I came here, two trains crashed into each other. They tore into each other ripping the machines to shreds followed by fire joining the wreckage. When help arrived they only found a single child, a girl covered in scars and burns. They rushed her to the hospital and operated immediately. Three of her four limbs had to be amputated to save her life, and the accident had also permanently damaged one of her eyes. She was lucky to survive, but who can say that’s how she felt.”
>You hated telling the ponies sad stories; they always got invested in a character’s emotions.
“Among those lost were the child’s parents. Some distant family still remained, but with the condition she was in they had no desire to take her in. When the girl was deemed healed enough to leave the hospital she had no place to go. With such intensive needs the usual places couldn’t accept her, yet she no longer required the hospital’s full care. As a rare case she ended up in a specialized nursing home; a place where old people are taken when their family can no longer take care of them. She was alone in a place with no one even close to her age, cut off and forgotten by the rest of the world.”
>It is such a harsh intro to a story, but that’s how it goes.
“A young man had started working as a nurse at the home not too long ago. He was educated in medicine though his job mostly just required handing out pills, and making sure the elderly didn’t have problems through the night. He took pity on the girl, but there were very strict rules in place for how much he could help her. Anything beyond medical concerns was generally frowned upon, and an act of kindness could be deemed inappropriate enough to cost him his job.”
>Some of them gasped and seethed at such a rule.
>It is practically an attack on their very nature.
“Still, the nurse could not just stand by, and so started meeting her on his late night shifts. With so few people around at night he could more easily sneak off and join her in her room. At first he brought her small gifts like chocolate and a teddy bear. They shared their hobbies with each other, and talked about happy things. Slowly the girl started to confide in him her fears and pain. She started to see him as a bit of support, no matter how small it was. This did not go unnoticed by those in charge.”
>They finally start to warm up to the story, though they remain teetering on the edge.
“His job was at risk. They gave him a warning, and consulted the experts who were treating the girl in the day on what they should do. The experts spoke in favor of his actions, revealing that he was having a positive effect on the girl. Her self confidence and determination had risen lately; she felt worth something to somebody again. Convinced the nurse was left with just the warning, and he now hinted at the possibility of adopting the girl.”
>Pinkie was practically doing fist pumps.
“Adoption is a very slow process, and when you are directly involved like the nurse it becomes even harder. While things were set in motion the nurse and the girl would go out on trips every so often. She was still very self conscious about her appearance, and did everything possible to fake being normal. One time he even took her to visit his family, and they all welcomed her. He told them his hope of adopting her and they fully supported him. They were honestly smitten with the girl, and already held her in their hearts.”
>Smiles grew on each of their face with the hints of optimism.
“Life continued with its ups and downs, and the two became more than nurse and patient. When the nurse’s father got very sick she helped the nurse get through the pain. When she felt upset and worthless he reminded her how special she really was. Even though the records didn’t show it, they had become like family.”
>You let that last sentence hang in the air.
>Moments pass in silence as they wait for you to continue.
>Eventually it sunk in that you were done speaking.
>You saw the yellow one move her lips, but you couldn’t quite make it out.
“What was that? I’m a little hard of hearing.”
>”Did they ever let the nurse adopt her?”
“I don’t know, and I’ll probably never know. But what do you think happened? What outcome was there for a pair who has been through so much?”
>”I think they lived happily ever after.”
“Maybe Fluttershy, maybe.”
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Epilogue
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>Age had caught up with you over this long journey.
>Each day your muscles ached a little more; your stamina became less and less.
>Your body served you well these many years.
>You’ve seen more of this world than most of its natural inhabitants.
>You fooled a dragon with marriage.
>You escaped the heat and won the Great Race.
>You became the Earthly representation of a deity to the buffalo.
>You helped a griffon reach the throne.
>Through strength, wits, and a lot of luck you saw old age.
>All of your friends continue to grow old.
>But you were the first to go.
>No one knows when or where; your body was never found.
>They only knew you hadn’t been seen on the trails, and you had not graced any fires.
>Minotaurs and diamond dogs searched the hills and mountains.
>Griffons and dragons searched the sky.
>Zebras called your name during the great race and the buffalo left out offerings during migration.
>Ponies of all types searched for a time, but were the first to stop.
>Celestia and Cadence were the only ones you told the life expectancy of humans.
>They knew the day had come.
>Perhaps in history as a footnote your deeds will be remembered.
>Or a tradition will take hold based on your exploits.
>You had many names and titles; Turtle, Trickster, Treasure, Diplomat, Friend and Foe.
>Yet there was one above them all, for the one who shared the legends of others.
>In books of fiction and non you will forever live on.
>As Anon the Storyteller.
Source: Nurse-kun and Amputee-tan/ Damaged Goods
https://github.com/bibanon/bibanon/wiki/Damaged-Goods
https://encyclopediadramatica.es/Nurse-kun
Origin: 4chan (/b/ December 2006 – June 2007)

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Summary: Anon had adventured across this new world for years, and has reached old age. Still wanting to travel the world but having no money to do so Anon tells stories to get food at each stop while visiting old friends. The traditions, social norms, and political relations of each race are explored followed by Anon telling a story.
 
Last Chapter: Anon caught up with the Buffalo tribe and met the new Chief. Anon offered a gift in the form of the story How Much Land Does a Man Need.
 
Posted in Thread 848
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>It is finally time to go back to where it all began.
>You can’t put it off anymore; the journey ahead takes you straight through the pony domain.
>They’ll no doubt try to nag you into finally stopping, as they do every time.
>Sometimes it gets hard to fight their pleas, and they do have such varied landscapes. 
>From the hills and mountains to the grasslands and forests, it is a beautiful place.

>Each time you passed through you couldn’t help but go to Canterlot.
>The view from the top of the castle is always amazing.
>You envy the griffons and their keen sight whenever you look out from the towers.
>If you had just half of their vision you could see the curvature of the Earth.

>Down the unused roads you walk, spotting the castle in the distance.
>You could take a train from the border of the buffalo lands all the way to the other end of the pony kingdom, but that would defeat the whole purpose.
>The point of your wandering was to see the world, not cross it.
>It was a trip you had to fight for.

>No one knows for sure how or why you came here.
>Plucked from your home to this bizarre and extravagant place.
>That adequately describes your initial entrance.

>You popped in, for lack of a better word, right in front of Princess Celestia and two guards.
>Each of you just gazed at the other in awe.
>Horses with weapons and armor in a marbled room, a biped with no horns or tail in strange clothes.
>First contact could have gone better.
>They pressed their spears towards you and babbled nonsense.
>You put distance between yourself and them, chattering nonsensically.
>Neither of you could understand what the other was saying.

>In the end, you were led to a room in the castle and the two guards stood watch.
>You were effectively under arrest.
>Wishing to keep your presence a secret, Princess Celestia was the only one allowed to enter the room.
>She implied that she was there to help you learn to talk, but most of the time she was just listening.


>In a sort of ‘brute force the language’ strategy, you began telling her stories.
>Stories from home, of adventure and exploration.
>Your words held no meaning, but the tone, the pace, the motions, the presentation... They all told the story.
>She watched and listened intently. In her eyes, you could see her mind dancing in those foreign lands you spoke of.
>A soft smile often decorated her face and she displayed a sense of longing.

>Those tales helped you as well.
>The only piece of home left to give comfort as you remembered the vast cities and modest villages.
>Recalling how humanity had stretched so far, settling in every kind of biome, cultures shifting to match every environment.
>Who knows? There could have even been humans here, but you had no way of asking.

>One day, Princess Celestia started bringing books.
>History books, folk tales, maps.
>She began matching your stories to hers.
> As you shared with one another without true words, she would press the appropriate book into your hands.
>In this way, you learned to speak the language they know as ‘Common’.

>In this world, ‘Common’ was a simplified version of the major languages to help negotiations and trade.
>Each race had their own official language, though some fully adopted it.
>You never did learn any of them; constantly travelling made it unnecessary and you could get by with just common.

>”Anon.”
>Hmmm?
>Who else would be on these trails?
>Snapping back to reality, you spot two pegasus guards pulling a chariot.
>”We have come to offer you a ride to the castle.”
“Nonsense, I’ll walk. The princess should know better.”
>”Princess Celestia worries for your health.”
“Phooey. I’ve got plenty of strength left.”
>”It would mean a lot to her.”
“I said no and that’s that. Now get going and leave me to my reminiscing.”
>They did just that, taking off to presumably relay your message.


>She always was a worrier.
>Once you could communicate properly, you told her you wanted to see the world.
>She wanted to integrate you more slowly.
>That integration started by bringing Princess Cadence with her.

>For a time, those two were the only ones you talked to.
>Large amounts of questions were exchanged both ways, the two girls often trying to lead you into a story.
>They loved to hear about your world and daydream while you talked.
>They became like children as they would lie down and gaze up at you with unfocused eyes, sometimes even mindlessly swaying their tails.
>To be fair, Princess Cadence was a child—or rather, foal— at that time.

>But that was a one-way road, a fact you weren’t happy with.
>There was so much to see just outside that door and yet you were locked away.
>One night you asked Princess Cadence to leave the door cracked.
>Monsters in the dark and such.
>She did so and you made your escape that night.
>The two guards you first ran into had apparently ended their shift.
>Leaving behind two very surprised ponies.

>Sneaking through the castle was difficult with little to hide behind.
>Since only four ponies had ever seen you, the guards usually looked on in disbelief as you snuck by.
>Once outside, it was far easier to hide in the woods and hills.
>Whenever you were actually spotted the ponies just froze until you disappeared again.
>You actually ended up as a myth for a while, like some sort of Bigfoot.

>That myth both grew and died thanks to Celestia.
>When she first ordered the search, the population got really suspicious.
>They never could find you, but the rumors of ‘sightings’ grew.
>It did your heart good to later hear there were whack jobs in this world, too.
>Except they were on to something this time.
>As the other races met you and your fame grew, Celestia eventually just came clean.
>Then you finally stopped hiding when moving through pony lands, and reconnected with the princesses.


>In front of you now stands Canterlot Mountain.
>Given its importance, there were many ways to the top.
>Travelling the ramps dug into it, similar to the griffons’ citadel, is the easiest path.
>A trek you’ve undergone many times before.
>One time, you scaled the mountain just for fun, but the crowd of pegasus ponies that hovered nearby, fearing you’d fall, killed the mood.

>Once more, a commotion grows where you walk.
>Like some sort of sports team, you are beset with odd requests for autographs and pictures.
>You try to push on, ignoring the flashes that attack your eyes.
>Keeping your head low doesn’t work when everyone is significantly shorter than you.

>You humor them for awhile, your worn hands barely able to offer little more than chicken scratch.
>The ponies are very sociable once they stop running away.
>Horrible at keeping secrets, though; probably part of being so nosey.
> Extremely curious, they could never leave well enough alone.
>How you miss the days when they’d hide at your sight.

“It’s nice to see you all, but please let me be on my way. I need to keep my energy for meeting the princess.”
>”You mean princessES.”
>That voice catches your attention.
>Pink, purple, and vanilla colors.
>Barber pole mane design.
>Wings and a horn.
>Yup, Princess Temper Tantrum is here.

“Princess Cadence, what a surprise. I half expected you to be in the Crystal Kingdom. Don’t tell me you came out here for this old fool. You know I’d come visit you next.”
>”It’s just a pleasant coincidence that I happened to be here when you showed up.”
>The ponies surrounding you make room as you bend down enough to receive her warm hug, though your back threatens to lock up in protest of your idiocy.
>You really wish there was a chiropractor spell.


>”You missed my wedding, Anon.”
>There is a hint of hurt in her scolding, but she tries to stay all smiles.
“Sorry. I was helping the diamond dogs and minotaurs negotiate at the time. If you gave a little more warning, I would have done my best to show up.”
>”It’s for the best, I suppose. It was quite ‘eventful’.”
>There’s the understatement of the year.

>With the crowd now watching from the sidelines, the two of you begin walking the rest of the way to the castle.
>She stands close against you and tries to match your speed.
>A few steps in and you can tell she’s trying to sync the sound of her steps to your stick.
>She’d make a game out of anything.

“From what I’ve heard, things have been ‘eventful’ here for quite a while now.”
>”It really has been. You should probably turn around now before something else happens. With half a day’s head start, you might just make it.”
>Is that a ribbing she’s attempting?
>You hold your impromptu cane for a second, throwing her off balance. 
“That’s not a bad idea. I don’t want to be around when another “I’mma hold my breath” crisis arises when the troubled terror doesn’t get her way.”
>She quickly catches on to your cane shenanigans and rejoins its beat perfectly.
>She’s gotten a lot better at reading you.

>”How quickly one forgets the provider of pastries, the sneaker of sweets, the criminal of cookies, and the burglar of bread.”
>You shouldn’t have given her so many nicknames, but she enjoyed the titles you gave her.
>She also seemed to like them more when they followed alliteration.
“The bane of baths, the scourge of soap, the fighter of freshness.”
>Why do kids always hate getting clean?
>”The deceived darling who let her favorite friend escape.”
>Ouch. Low blow.


>You’re pretty sure you cleared all that up.
>Although Celestia was upset at Cadence for what happened, you had a few choice words for the white mare the next time you visited.
>And she apologized, acknowledging her wrongs.
>These ponies could never stay mad and were empathetic to a fault.
>That makes it all the harder for you to hold a grudge against them.

>Seems Cadence beat you this time.
>You both enter the castle in each other’s step.
>”By the way, Anon, there’s a lot of ponies for you to meet here. Aunty Celestia called for the Elements, Shining, and I to do some catching up. And of course, Aunty Luna is here too.
“Aunty Luna?”
>”Celestia’s sister, the mare on the moon.”
“Oh right, right. Now I remember.”
>”She may not show it, but she is very excited to meet you.”
>Coincidentally enough, the ‘Man on the Moon’ and ‘Mare on the Moon’ was one of the first stories you and Celestia connected.

>As you enter the wide room full of ponies you’ve never seen before, their conversation comes to a close.
>It’d be nice if visiting the ponies would be simple for a change.
>Celestia is able to restrain herself from outright bolting towards you, and maintains her practiced composure.
>”Anon, how are you? I was happy to hear you were on your way.”
>No one else says a word as she walks over to you.

>You move in for a hug, but she puts a wing to your chest, gently stopping you in place.
>”Come sit first.”
>She leads you to the nearest chair, the one obviously different from the rest.
>Of course, it’s the one closest to the door.
>As your body meets the wood, a huff of satisfaction escapes your lips.
>That was a lot of walking.


>No sooner had you sunk into the chair did Celestia wrap herself around you.
>Her head rests on your chest, listening to your quickened heart.
>Her wings contain you like a feathery cage and brush against your skin.
>You breathe heavily for want of air while she sighs contently, nuzzling a little further into you.
>The room seems deathly quiet, yet you pay it little mind as you rest your eyes.
>Once your heartbeat settles, she’s content to let you go.

>”You could have taken the chariot, you know.”
>Her voice sounds sullen, perhaps even containing pity.
“I know.”
>That was never really an option.
“I’ll never stop walking, you know.”
>Your voice matches her tone.
>”I know.”

>The rest look on in curiosity, except for Cadence who held an unfortunate smile.
>She is also the one to break the resulting silence.
>”Everyp0ny, this is Anon. Anon, these are Princess Luna”
>”Greetings.”
>” Princess Twilight Sparkle,”
>”Hello.”
>”My husband and her brother, Shining Armor.”
>”Sup.”
>”Rainbow Dash,”
>”Yo.”
>”Fluttershy,”
>”h..hi.”
>”Rarity,”
>”A pleasure.”
“Pinkie Pie,”
>”Hi~!”
“and Applejack.”
>”Howdy.”
>That’s a lot of introductions.

>Celestia steps away and the others take that as their cue to walk up to you.
“I’ve heard a lot about you all, especially you Elements. The whole world’s been talking about your exploits.”
>”Oh, oh, what’d they say?”
>The pink one seems quite excited at that news.
>She’s going to destroy her seat with that kind of bouncing.
>The blue seemed the most interested.

“Well, the changeling attack and the new princess are probably the biggest topics right now. The buffalo aren’t exactly happy with how the moon changed, but they blamed that on me.”
>”Why would they blame you?”
>You just shrug at the purple one’s question, though you know exactly why.
>It always feels weird when you explain you’re on their pantheon.


>”Anything else? Maybe about our super cool adventure in the Crystal Kingdom? Or our wild run-in with Discord?”
>The blue one was clearly expecting more.
“Let’s see... There was some talk about trouble in the north, but it was mostly just considered rumors. The griffons were pretty occupied with a bit of infighting at the time. Did those things really happen?”
>”Yup yup yup!”
>Pinkie liked to talk, that much was clear.
>”Absolutely, and it was dreadful. But we all came together in the end and everything worked out splendidly.”
>The white one made sure to emphasize that they did it together.

>”The buffalo give ya any trouble? They ain’t exactly the most welcomin’, but they usually mean well.”
>Seems the orange one had some face to face time with them before.
“No trouble, really. We have an…understanding. Which reminds me... Celestia, I heard that there was some trouble on the border of the buffalo awhile ago. I told you they hated trees.”
>Celestia gives an ‘I’m innocent’ smile and tries to recall the information.
>”Yes, it seems you did, many years ago. A compromise was reached and things are better than before.”
>Well that’s good; you forgot to ask the buffalo about that.

>”Our sister has told us much about you and your tricks, Anon.”
>The midnight mare presented some papers on the buffalo.
>”We’ve all been briefed. You have some powerful friends.”
>The white guard added some more based on the griffons.
>”I’m gonna have to enter that race.”
>An account of the Zebras dropped from the blue hoof.
>”I’m glad you got away from that dragon.”
>The yellow one had closed the folder almost as soon as she opened it.
>So some of the stories have travelled to the ponies.


“I’ve had my moments here and there. I’m sure both Princess Celestia and Princess Cadence have gone quite in-depth with my history, given their roles in it. From what I’ve seen and heard, you are all quite the growing legends and I’m sure they will tell your tale for years to come.”
>Their exploits are becoming world-renowned; at this point they’re already household names.
“Hundreds and thousands will sing and write about you, and you have so much time to go on even more amazing adventures. Allow me to share but a few moments of your time and tell a story just for the sake of telling it.”
>They all take to their seats, with Celestia and Cadence taking the spot on either side of you.

“Let me tell you of the Nurse and the Orphan.”

“Somewhere on my world, before I came here, two trains crashed into each other. They tore into each other ripping the machines to shreds followed by fire joining the wreckage. When help arrived they only found a single child, a girl covered in scars and burns. They rushed her to the hospital and operated immediately. Three of her four limbs had to be amputated to save her life, and the accident had also permanently damaged one of her eyes. She was lucky to survive, but who can say that’s how she felt.”
>You hated telling the ponies sad stories; they always got invested in a character’s emotions.


“Among those lost were the child’s parents. Some distant family still remained, but with the condition she was in they had no desire to take her in. When the girl was deemed healed enough to leave the hospital she had no place to go. With such intensive needs the usual places couldn’t accept her, yet she no longer required the hospital’s full care. As a rare case she ended up in a specialized nursing home; a place where old people are taken when their family can no longer take care of them. She was alone in a place with no one even close to her age, cut off and forgotten by the rest of the world.”
>It is such a harsh intro to a story, but that’s how it goes.

“A young man had started working as a nurse at the home not too long ago. He was educated in medicine though his job mostly just required handing out pills, and making sure the elderly didn’t have problems through the night. He took pity on the girl, but there were very strict rules in place for how much he could help her. Anything beyond medical concerns was generally frowned upon, and an act of kindness could be deemed inappropriate enough to cost him his job.”
>Some of them gasped and seethed at such a rule.
>It is practically an attack on their very nature.

“Still, the nurse could not just stand by, and so started meeting her on his late night shifts. With so few people around at night he could more easily sneak off and join her in her room. At first he brought her small gifts like chocolate and a teddy bear. They shared their hobbies with each other, and talked about happy things. Slowly the girl started to confide in him her fears and pain. She started to see him as a bit of support, no matter how small it was. This did not go unnoticed by those in charge.”
>They finally start to warm up to the story, though they remain teetering on the edge.


“His job was at risk. They gave him a warning, and consulted the experts who were treating the girl in the day on what they should do. The experts spoke in favor of his actions, revealing that he was having a positive effect on the girl. Her self confidence and determination had risen lately; she felt worth something to somebody again. Convinced the nurse was left with just the warning, and he now hinted at the possibility of adopting the girl.”
>Pinkie was practically doing fist pumps.

“Adoption is a very slow process, and when you are directly involved like the nurse it becomes even harder. While things were set in motion the nurse and the girl would go out on trips every so often. She was still very self conscious about her appearance, and did everything possible to fake being normal. One time he even took her to visit his family, and they all welcomed her. He told them his hope of adopting her and they fully supported him. They were honestly smitten with the girl, and already held her in their hearts.”
>Smiles grew on each of their face with the hints of optimism.

“Life continued with its ups and downs, and the two became more than nurse and patient. When the nurse’s father got very sick she helped the nurse get through the pain. When she felt upset and worthless he reminded her how special she really was. Even though the records didn’t show it, they had become like family.”
>You let that last sentence hang in the air.
>Moments pass in silence as they wait for you to continue.
>Eventually it sunk in that you were done speaking.

>You saw the yellow one move her lips, but you couldn’t quite make it out.
“What was that? I’m a little hard of hearing.”
>”Did they ever let the nurse adopt her?”
“I don’t know, and I’ll probably never know. But what do you think happened? What outcome was there for a pair who has been through so much?”
>”I think they lived happily ever after.”
“Maybe Fluttershy, maybe.”


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Epilogue
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>Age had caught up with you over this long journey.
>Each day your muscles ached a little more; your stamina became less and less.
>Your body served you well these many years.
>You’ve seen more of this world than most of its natural inhabitants.
>You fooled a dragon with marriage.
>You escaped the heat and won the Great Race.
>You became the Earthly representation of a deity to the buffalo.
>You helped a griffon reach the throne.
>Through strength, wits, and a lot of luck you saw old age.
>All of your friends continue to grow old.
>But you were the first to go.

>No one knows when or where; your body was never found.
>They only knew you hadn’t been seen on the trails, and you had not graced any fires.
>Minotaurs and diamond dogs searched the hills and mountains.
>Griffons and dragons searched the sky.
>Zebras called your name during the great race and the buffalo left out offerings during migration.
>Ponies of all types searched for a time, but were the first to stop.
>Celestia and Cadence were the only ones you told the life expectancy of humans.
>They knew the day had come.

>Perhaps in history as a footnote your deeds will be remembered.
>Or a tradition will take hold based on your exploits.
>You had many names and titles; Turtle, Trickster, Treasure, Diplomat, Friend and Foe.
>Yet there was one above them all, for the one who shared the legends of others.
>In books of fiction and non you will forever live on.
>As Anon the Storyteller.


Source: Nurse-kun and Amputee-tan/ Damaged Goods
https://github.com/bibanon/bibanon/wiki/Damaged-Goods
https://encyclopediadramatica.es/Nurse-kun
Origin: 4chan (/b/ December 2006 – June 2007)

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