Sherm: My Little Anon: Episode 50

>You might not have been a very good human

>You don't know if you were or not

>You worked low end jobs

>You were alone

>You were making it in a small one-room studio apartment

>Living by the beck and call of your seven o' clock alarm

>Yeah, you still remember it

>Six, five, nine

>The most feared numbers in your life

>At least Celestia stopped using it against you

>As far as you know, or care, she's stopped the mind games

>You never did relearn what it is to be human, though

>Other than a brief remembrance of your former life of regimented mediocrity

>Face getting doses of radiation every day from a computer screen

>Coping with angry customers

>You can't even remember what about

>Friendships drifted apart sometime in your middle-teens, you think

>Close family passed away, other family was pretty distant

>Man, going by that, you were a pretty crappy human being

>Trying to substitute everything missing in your life with 4chan

>That you can remember

>Oh well

>You didn't do good there

>And you didn't do good here

>Where do people go when they die?

>Your eyes were creased closed, waiting

>You're Anonymous. You won't back down.

 

>Suddenly, there was a loud crash

>You groan, and there is a sudden panic in the room

>“What the..?!”

>“Look out!”

>Beams come crashing down around you

>You open your eye, and clouds of dust and debris overtake the room

>A splintered wooden piece of roofing comes crashing down just ahead of you

>You squint your good eye, and throw up your arms in defense

>You take a stumbling step back

>It is then that you notice white stallions around you

>Clad in gold armor

>But they weren't alone

>Dark horses, with bat-like armor black as obsidian were prepared to launch themselves at your captors

>Snarling, chomping at the bit

>You clink and then look beside you

>A large, white mare with a beautiful aurora streaming off of her mane and tail stands with you

>Wings standing tall and broad

C..Celestia?!

>“We got your letter, Anonymous.”

>The voice comes from behind you

>You look over your shoulder and jump

>Luna moves forward to side with her sister, and you move out of her way

>You clear them, giving them plenty of space

>And although the opposing troupes snarl and growl at one another,

>Celestia and The Boss merely trade hostile glares

>“Lady Celestia!”

>He finally greets, pulling his cigar from his mouth

>“You're quicker than you were, last time.”

>Celestia lowers her head aggressively

>“I don't abandon my subjects.”

>She continues

>“Where is my student?”

>She less 'asks' and more 'demands'

>But the Boss? The Boss remained cool

>“Nails.”

>He snapped his finger

>“Oh! Right, boss!”

>The gangly freakshow stumbled to the large structure covered in cloth

>He grabbed hold of the canvas covering, and pulled it down

>Inside, you were horrified at what you saw

>A bound, tethered Twilight Sparkle; held up by cables and cords clamped to her skin

>She was crying, this you could make out even from that distance

>And there was a jumper cable clamped down on her horn which lead into a pair of diodes

>She was kept quiet with a muzzle, but her pain was clear

>She looked between you three, and then to Spike

>She was still pale, still pony

>Your God; seeing who you considered a surrogate sister like this?

>It struck you

>Your mouth was agape with unbridled sickness and terror

>But it was nothing compared to the horrible gasp that Celestia emitted as she reeled her head back

>It was the most horrible sound you think you've ever heard, it spoke of anger and sorrow spun into a fine mix

>The Boss was less than impressed

>“What'cha gonna do, Celestia? Make it morning on me?”

>Instantly, she threw herself forward and her horn glowed

>An extremely powerful overpressure washed over you, but otherwise left you uneffected

>The mobsters, though?

>They parted like the Red Sea

>They all slammed into walls, into pillars, with such force that they were all immediately rendered inoperable

>Killed or merely unconscious, you did not know

>“I don't know how you escaped Tartarus, cur!”

>She shrieked

>“But I won't spare you a second time!”

>Her horn glowed and she reared up on her hind lets

>THWIP

>You couldn't track it, your throat was pinched closed in shock

>“Sister!”

>Luna gasped

>A diamond bolt shattered against Celestia's hown, throwing her for a loop and interrupting her spell

>She fell back on all fours, shaking her head

>The Boss held up that damn hand bow of his, and then discarded it before thrusting his hand into his pocket once more

>His expression stone cold

>The guard ponies rushed forward, taking to the air and zipping forward at best speed

>But, with a snap of the Boss' fingers, the exact same fate that befell his own minions threw Celestia and Luna's guards against the same walls

>“Ladies,”

>The Boss spoke

>“You ain't dealin' with the same mob you did so many years ago”

>He explained

>“Tartarus is a hellish place. But you wouldn't know that. Do you really think your Celestial fires can match the abysmal inferno that the Dog Father has seen fit to equip me with?”

>He casually plucked out his cigar, cast it away, and produced a new one

>A strike of his thumb against his arm produced a flame that he used to lite it

>“The Dog Father remembers you two. You tramps ruined a good thing. And Tartarus has had eons to forge his resolve to return and get revenge on the two worthless cunts who did this to him.”

>He shook the flame off of his thumb and puffed away on his cigar

>Celestia growled

>Luna was shocked

>You felt powerless

>“The ebb and flow of his hatred surrounds and courses through me, ladies.”

>He hops down from his pedestal and closes the distance, stopping a good ten yards away

>“You will release Twilight Sparkle...”

>Celestia says threateningly

>“Yeah, right.”

>The Boss responds

>“You see, Celestia, ya really know how to pick em'.”

>“Originally, see, we were gonna use you to power this wonderful little device, here.”

>“But your student? Well, it turns out that she's quite the atomic firecracker. Her magic will be more than sufficient for our needs.”

What does it do?

>You ask, finally being able to speak

>The Dog Father flicks his wrist, and you are thrown against the opposite wall with a terrible strength

>You didn't even know what happened; you just fell on your ass

>“Quiet, you. I'm sick of lookin' at ya.”

>He returns his attention to Celestia

>“But I guess you're wondering.”

>“See, the Dog Father can't get past the gates of Tartarus. Ya did a bang-up job with security.”

>“So we'se going to reach through a dimensional pocket and pull him back into this world. Capiche?”

>Luna gasps, but Celestia just narrows her eyes

>Her maternal rage can be felt wafting against the surroundings

>“The Dog Father is coming back, tonight.”

>He took a long drag of his cigar before lowering his hat over his eyes

>“And there ain't a damn thing you can do about it.”

>The Boss snapped his fingers

>“Start 'er up, Nails.”

>The lanky one wrung his hands

>“Hehe HAHA! You got it, boss! One ritual sacrifice of a child, coming RIGHT up!”

>The one known as Nails turned to face Twilight

>“Give the Boss plenty of juice!! HHAHA~!”

>He leaps over to a large, clunky switch and pulls it down with a slam of metal on metal

>There is an electric humming

>Immediately the room is filled with light, and Twilight writhes in pain that you can only imagine

>She was dying

>And you could do nothing

>She flops around like a fish out of water, and you can hear her helpless whimpering as she is tortured

>Lights trace the mechanisms and lead to the elevated pad

>“NO!!”

>Celestia stomps forward and throws a bolt of compressed heat from her horn towards the mechanism

>The Boss, however;

>He reaches his hand up over his head and clenches his fist

>The bolt explodes into a shower of sparkles

>Celestia reels and gasps, coming to the realization, finally, that she isn't just dealing with a simple gangster

>The Boss took brief stock of his situation

>In particular, he eyed you after looking to Luna and Celestia

>You were a wild card he didn't like

>“Sandy”

>He called out

>“Yeah, Boss”

>“Go take care of that dragon, would'ja? And make sure Miss Rarity and the others get a good look.”

>“Yeah, boss.”

>He knuckles casually out of the room, vanishing into a dark corridor

>You manage, finally, to get to your feet

>You are wobbly, woozy

>You've taken worse beatings, but they really must have just hit you with the best shot of your life

>Celestia stamped a hoof to the ground

>“Anonymous, go help the others.”

But--

>You almost protest

>She looks over her shoulder at you, flaring her wings aggressively

>Those eyes

>You've not seen those eyes since the last time you defied her

>It filled you with a horrific terror that froze you in place, clenching your teeth

>It was like you were staring into the depths of pandemonium

>“Please.”

>She says

>The way she says it, despite your knowing that she was so upset

>It was laced with love and care

>You were able to make yourself move

>You shifted past them, giving Celestia and Luna an uneasy look

>You didn't feel right abandoning them, or Twilight

>But you had a job to do

>You took off after Sandy

>And the Boss made no effort to stop you

 

>A moment later, the Boss shifts the cigar in his mouth

>“Ya know you just killed em', right?”

>He asks

>“We'll see...”

>Celestia says

>Her and Luna spread out, looking down on their opponent, keeping their distance

>The Boss doesn't even bother to track them

>“Cruel as always. Your little puppet, there? He ain't got a chance in Tartarus. Did you see him? He could barely stand.”

>Celestia's horn began to glow

>“He's not a puppet.”

>“...Not anymore.”

>The Boss chortles

>Luna speaks up

>“He'll surprise you. He has a knack for survival.”

>The Boss's jovial chuckle dies out

>“You ain't kidding anyone, blueberry. You ain't helping him, this time.”

>The two Alicorns snarl

>“It'll be really fun, watching Twilight's spirit break before she kicks the bucket. I hope you two are ready.”

>“This little dance?”

>“Thousands of years in the making.”

 

>As you pursue Sandy down the dark halls, the complex rocks on its foundations

>You are nearly thrown off your feet as loud explosions ripple the atmosphere behind you

>It feels like a deep beating in your chest

>But you had your own part to play, and now it was time to get to it