Java Pone Pt.8 (Enter Winnie)

((You are Anon))

 

“What do you mean another one? There are more?”

>“It’s all over the news! There was a burned down house just on the west end, and when the wreckage was searched, they found a little pony! Just like, well, yours!

>The room felt like it was closing in on you

“Jackie… Zip…”

>Jackie shrunk to the size of your palm

>You stuff her in your pocket and run to your car as fast as you can

>The entire ride home felt like one big panic

>You were constantly looking in your mirror to check if anyone was following you.

>You run inside your apartment and instantly open your laptop

>You don’t ever watch or read the news so you are never really in the swing of things.

>You search up what you had heard about just a few minutes ago.

>Sure enough it was everywhere

>And it happened in your area

>How did you net hear about this?

>Then you see a picture of the poor thing, sealed away in a glass cage

>A cute little blue pony

>After about three minutes of looking at news stories, you see a new story pop up

>There was already a news story for Jackie

>Someone had even posted a video to YouTube

“What do we do now…”

>“Well, Anon, I kind of want to meet this other pony.”

>You look at Jackie with a firm but sympathetic expression on your face

“No.”

>“W-what do you mean no?”

>She sounded like she was going to cry

“Jackie, you see that?”

>You point at the screen

“That... that is the last thing I want to happen to you.”

>“But Anoooonn! People have already seen me! They have already seen you!”

“Yes I know! But-”

>You honestly don’t have anything to say

>You couldn’t have hid her forever

>“Anon? Anon are you okay?” She says, concerned

“I don’t know what to do.”

>She jumps on your lap and stands on her hind legs

>“Come on Anon! It’s worth a shot, just take me out there like a pet!”

“No…”

>She leans in to give you a kiss

“Screw off!”

>You push her off of your lap

>She lands on the floor

>“A-Anon?” She whimpered

“I’m going to bed, goodnight Jackie.”

>You slam your door, leaving her in the living room.

 

((You are Jackie))

 

>You crawl onto the couch, curl up, and start to cry

>You notice the strange wetness forming in your eyes

“Oh that’s right…”

>You grab an archive

>After a few minutes of sobbing on the couch, you grab Anon’s laptop and start surfing the internet

>You then realize something

>You are a computer that can pretty much do anything if given the right software

>You research operating systems

>Linux

>Linux Linux Linux

>But apparently one does not simply choose ‘Linux’

>You research many distros

>Enterprise Support! Just what you needed

>You download CentOS and install it onto yourself

“Perfect.”

>You purge yourself of your sadness

>Instead you now hold a sense of determination

>The ‘Get out of my fucking way’ kind of determination

>You connect to Anon’s wifi

“You aren’t keeping anything from me.” You whisper

>You begin to dig through all of Anon’s news history

>You trace back every single image that had been uploaded

>You start to try and hack your way into the news server

>You must have been at it for hours

>Anon came out of his room and walked to the bathroom

>He stopped, turned around, and stared directly at you amongst your hundreds of windows projected around the room

>“What are you doing?...” He says blearily

“Entertaining myself.”

>Anon walks over to you

>You promptly stop projecting and sort of cower

>To your surprise, he picks you up and carries you back into his room

>“I can’t stay mad at you… I’m sorry Jackie… I just, this is too much for m-”

>You silence him with a kiss

“I’m fine Anon, I have something for us to do in the morning.”

>You finished downloading the location of the photos taken of that… other pony

>You curl up on Anon’s bed, and drift off to sleep, anxious for sunrise...