Ass Anon Oneshot

>You are Anon.

>For some reason, you live in Equestria.

>It's nice here, the sun tickles your skin with its warmth, and the birds sing their lovely song.

>The idyllic scene soon is interrupted by none other than Twilight fucking Sparkle.

>Oh man you hate the bitch. You hate her so much.

>There's barely a joke that doesn't completely go over her head, and she takes everything way too serious for your taste.

>"Anon! There you are. I need you to run some errands for me!" she greets you.

>Good morning to you too, bitch.

"Don't you have your little closet-homo dragon for that?"

>Twilight seems confused by your moody response.

>"Wow, did someone stand up on the wrong foot this morning?" she inquires.

"Why would you care?" you reply.

>Twilight sighs.

>"Fine, be an unhelpful prick, not like I expected different from you." she concedes.

>Twilight turns around the leave.

"Then why would you even ask me for help when you know I'm not going to be your bitch?" you ask her.

>She stops, looks back at you, and says

>"Anon, you used to be a good person, and I'd like to imagine that some of that good is still within you, deep down. But it seems like I'm fighting a losing battle. You've changed."

>Her face is left in a sad expression.

>You intently stare at your feet.

>"You know I've always defended you when you came up as a subject, but I don't know if I'll be able to do that anymore."

>You feel your heart sink, but you don't want to accept that this just made you feel bad.

>No, you're right. They're the ones who are wrong.

"I'm not buying into your bullshit, Twilight. I know your tricks." you throw at her.

>"Then so be it." she concludes and walks off.

 

>You look after her walking away for a while, and then close your eyes.

>Leaning back, you try to take a nap, but thoughts of remorse torture your mind.

>No, you're not at fault here. You shouldn't have to change for them, they should accept you for who you are.

>They're just being way too sensitive about everything. That's not your fault.

>Tears fill your eyes, and you press your eyelids together trying to hold them back.

>Like a dam you break and start to just let it out.

>Sobs shudder your body as you try to understand why you're crying in the first place.

>They're wrong, aren't they? You're right.

>Conflicting thoughts race through your mind, and you'd love to open up to someone and just let it all out.

>But there is no one.

>Everyone you've considered to be a friend is now gone.

>And it was your fault, not theirs.

>You sit up and press your hands onto your eyes.

>All that could've been, now out of reach.

>What did you do?

>You roll onto your stomach and wallow in your own pity.

>Eventually you fall asleep, right there in the grass.

>Sleep usually proved to be a nice way of escapism for you, but this time, dreams of remorse, loss and helplessness plague your mind.

>With just one hand you're holding onto a root, twenty meters below roars a wild river.

"Help! Anyone! Please!" you shout.

>No answer.

"Please, I can't hold on for much longer. Help me!"

>Tears fill your eyes. You're going to fall and die.

>And no one will mourn for you.

>All because you couldn't swallow your own pride and admit defeat.

>"I'm sorry, it's all my own fault, I'm such an idiot. I probably deserve this, but please give me just one more chance!"

>Someone appears on the edge of the cliff and looks down at you.

>It's Princess Luna!

"Oh thank the heavens you're here! Princess, please, help me!" you shout.

>"You've had enough chances already, Anon. And you've wasted them all." she says in a booming voice.

"No, please, I am so sorry about everything!" you cry, tears running down your face.

>Luna raises her left hoof and smashes onto the root you're holding onto, kicking you off.

>You fall, and fall, everything goes dark around you.

 

>You wake up screaming.

>Phew, it was just a dream. But it felt so real.

>Your heart is pounding and you feel sweat run down your forehead.

>Night has fallen while you were asleep, and the moon paints the landscape around you in a soft silver.

>Suddenly, you remember what took place this afternoon.

>Tears begin to fill up your eyes again.

>How could you be so stupid?

>Looking over to Ponyville, you still see some lights in the windows.

>Hoping that Twilight still is awake, you make for the long walk to the library.

 

>You arrive in front of her door.

>Light still shines through her window.

>You feel a knot form in your chest, but you know you have to do this.

>You knock on the door.

>One.

>Two.

>Three.

>And then you wait, listening for movement on the other side of the door.

>Fear fills you as you hear hoofsteps from inside.

>The door opens, and Twilight stands in the doorframe.

"I'm so sorry about everything I've said and done, I just wish to apologize" you begin.

>Twilight looks at you, her face set in stone, not revealing a single emotion.

"I know I don't deserve it, but I wish to ask for another chance. A new start, so to speak."

>Twilight remains silent.

>You can hardly hold back your tears, and begin to scrape your foot along the dirt impatiently.

>Finally, she breathes in heavily, and says

>"No."

"What?"

>You're shocked by her response.

>"No Anon. I've had enough. We all had enough of you. And you had more than enough chances to redeem yourself." she elaborates.

>The reality hits you in the face, as cold and hard as it could.

>"I don't have anything to say to you anymore. Good night, Anon."

>You don't reply, standing there with your mouth agape.

>Twilight closes her door in front of you.

>And the world comes crashing down onto you.