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MageAnon 14: The Winter of Our Discontent

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>It’s three in the morning.
>Your still awake.
>Can’t sleep.
>Watching terrible p0ny television programming.
>An advert comes on.
>Billy Brays, selling some sort of cleaning product.
>You take a sip of your AppleJack Daniels.
>This shit is weak.
>You tried looking around for something more potent, but you can’t find anything in this small hick town.
>Not that you don’t love this place, and you love your friends here dearly, but it’s just you.
>Ever since Nightmare Night when you had that bit of a heart to heart with Celestia, you’ve been down in the dumps again.
>It happens every few years or so, and they told you it would be normal.
>Fucking Doctors always trying to tell you how to feel.
>They could never understand how you felt.
>Only she did.
>Which she?
Not now brain.
>Man, you really are messed up.
Why do we, I mean, I do this?
Enough with the internal narrative.
>You drain the rest of your glass and reach for the bottle.
>Empty.
>You toss it in the trash next to your armchair.
>It clinks as it bumps against the other one already in there.
>You were hitting the booze hard tonight.
>You were doing this a couple of times a week now.
>You never really even left your house for the last few days.
>Your friends came every once and a while to check on you.
>You put on a happy smile and assured them everything was fine and dandy.
>You’re not sure whether or not they believed you, but at the moment, you didn’t care.
>You get up slowly, and head to the kitchen.
>You nearly stumble on a fallen box of cereal.
>That shits supposed to be on the table.
>It helps keep your morning’s stable.
>You upright the box of cereal and place it on the dining room table.
>You search your pantry for more libations, but come up empty handed.
>It looks like you have drained your entire stash.
>Fucking wonderful.
>You plop down in the oaken dining table.
>You felt a thirst that only alcohol could quench.
>Fuck your mind,
>Fuck you thinking habits,
>And most importantly?
>Fuck the fucking fuckers.
>You open the box of cereal and take a handful into your mouth.
>It tastes terrible.
>Where are you going to get more liquor at 3AM?
>You’re not entirely sure, but that’s not going to stop you from looking.
>And so you head out into the early morning air.
>On your quest for a bottle of scrumpy.
>Your search for the sweet nectar of the gods leads you to the middle of p0nyville.
>Nothing’s open now, and most likely everyp0ny is asleep.
>Ain’t gonna stop you though.
>You’ve got a fist full a bits, a stomach full of booze, and a head full of empty.
>No one stopping this one man army tonight.
>And then you puke.
>Right into the water fountain in the middle of town.
>Oh god, there’s chunks of fritter in there.
>You nearly vomit again at the sight of your half-digested dinner.
>You back away slowly, wiping the bile from your mouth.
>Rarity would be pissed if she found out you got crap on her nice clothes.
>IF.
>IF she found out.
>You start to feel sober.
>This is not the feel you were looking for, but it’s what you’ve got.
>May as well walk along some more.
>The fresh air is making you finally feel sleepy.
>That, and the fact that your head was now splitting from a migraine.
>You ran out of Advil already, so you were shit out of luck.
>You head up one of the more quiet streets, and notice the hospital.
>You remember Rainbow talking about how she spent a few days there after spraining her wing.
>Maybe they could give you something for your head.
>You walk up the small winding trail, and open the doors.
>There’s a single nurse still on duty.
>”Oh hello there Anonymous. What are you doing up so late?”
“Hey. Got anything for a splitting headache?”
>”Sure thing.” She says, heading into the back room. “I’ll grab you something that’ll help.”
>You sit down in one of the waiting room chairs, and grab a pamphlet.
>It looks like a travel brochure.
>”Come see the Wonderful sites of Hollywood!”
>Hollywood?
>As in Movie-Stars and tabloid’s land?
>You flip open the booklet.
>Sure enough, it is.
>It’s almost exactly the same, and it does not look like it’s too far south from where you are.
>About 3 hours train ride.
>It showed pictures of Sun, sand, beaches, and many other tropical locations.
>”Hello Anonymous.” You hear called from the other side of the room.
>Looking up from the brochure, you see one of the Doctors headed your way.
>A doctor was the last person you wanted to see right now.
Putting on your best smile you say “Hey Doc. Ran out of painkillers, and I’ve got a wicked bad headache.”
>”Mhmm, and how much have you had to drink tonight?”
>Fuck.
>You didn’t think about that.
“Not much...” you say looking away.
>”Anonymous, it’s not good to lie to a Doctor, especially if there is something wrong.”
“THERE’S NOTHING WRONG.” You snap.
>He jumps back a step at the tone of your voice.
“Wow, uh, sorry Doc. I’ll just be going.” You say, standing up from your chair, stuffing the brochure in your pocket.
>He eyes you strangely as you take off.
>You leave the hospital in a worse mood then before you started drinking.
>What the fuck is wrong with you?
>These p0nies always getting up in your face about your problems.
>Why couldn’t they just accept that sometimes there are things that people don’t want to talk about.
>You port yourself home, accidently arriving about a mile north.
>Fucking headache.
>You start walking towards your home, as your stomach continues to lurch.
>You forgot the cardinal rule of teleportation.
>Dont do it while drunk.
>Seriously.
>One time, your old buddy and you went drinking late one night.
>Too drunk and stupid to call for a cab, you tried porting home.
>You wound up somewhere in the subway system and didn’t get out till morning.
>That was a fun night.
>Your finally on your doorstep.
>Opening the door and heading upstairs, you dive straight into bed.
>Your head hits the soft pillows and you stare out into the night sky.
>It seems like it has clouded over.
>And it began to snow.
>The next morning...
>Your head still hurts a bit, but not as bad as last night.
>You slowly climb out of bed.
>The day is cloudy, and it is still snowing ever so slightly.
>It’s still light outside, but thankfully not enough to put a strain on your eyes.
>Your room is a mess, and you really couldn’t care.
>You strip down, and hop in the shower.
>The warm water rushes over your skin, helping sooth the dull throbbing in your head.
>You rub the shampoo through your salt-and-pepper hair.
>The only thing that could give away anything about your age.
>Luckily, you haven’t told anyone about your actually age, and even when you told your friends your story, you redacted the date.
>Why the hell where you so hung up on this?
>You doubt it would actually change their perception of you
>Why was it so hard all of a sudden?
>You turn off the shower, grabbing the towel from the rack.
>You dry off, and get to brushing your teeth.
>Your beard has pretty much come in full now.
>It’s black with a few streaks of silver in it.
>Now you really look weird.
>Not like you care anymore.
>Finishing up your morning routine, you don your robe.
>It was still the most comfortable piece you had in your collection, and it did keep you rather warm.
>You did not have any plans for today, much like the last two weeks.
>In fact, you have not done much of anything but lay around your house.
>Maybe a walk in the cool air will clear your head.
>You open the door to be greeted by the frigid air.
>You step out into the snowy wonderland, your shoes crunching the soft powder beneath.
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>It was quiet.
>Just how you wanted it.
>You decide to walk down to p0nyville.
>You pass by the boutique.
>You peek through one of the windows.
>No lights were on, Rarity and Sweetie Belle must still be asleep.
>You continue your quiet stroll, taking in the sights of the winter’s morn.
>None of the shops were open yet, it must still be too early.
>You check your watch.
>7:15AM
>Yep too early.
>Perfect time for some leisurely exercise though.
>You spot the familiar park bench in front of the town hall.
>Someone must have cleaned up your mess from last night, and the fountain has been turned off.
>You would normally feel sorry for the p0ny that had to clean that up.
>Not today though.
>You were in full existential mode, and nothing was going to drag you out of it.
>You conjure up a cup of coffee.
>Magic food always tasted like shit too you, but it had caffeine.
>And caffeine was awesome.
>You take a sit of the warm beverage, as you brush the snow off the bench.
>You sit down, watching the snow slowly fall.
>You love winter time.
>Always so quiet and peaceful.
>Sure, sometimes the stillness would get to you, but you loved it all the same.
>Thinking back, you remember one time you and Mira went to the countryside for the holidays.
>You spent much of your time walking around the woods, just enjoying the snow-laden trees, and the quiet atmosphere.
>You walked for hours one day, just enjoying each other’s company.
>Without a care in the world.
>It was shortly after you came back from South America as well, so you needed to work your newly reformed muscles.
>She was heartbroken when you came back all in a cast.
>You didn’t have the heart to tell her what happened.
>You just couldn’t.
>You were going to tell her eventually, you had too, but no one else knew.
>The friends you placed your trust in were dead because of you.
>Your family was distant at best, and both of you hated your in-laws.
>It was literally the two of you against the world.
>How could you just out and tell her, “Hey honey, guess what? I’m never going to grow old with you! Surprise!”
>You can just imagine that conversation going over well.
>You were never one to pour your emotions into things or onto other people.
>At that point in your life, you savoured every moment.
>The short time you were able to spend together when you were not working was bliss.
>“Time is not the most friendly companion is she, old boy?”
>You snap out of your dream world, and the Clock Doctor is sitting next to you.
“Oh, hello Doctor, what are you doing out and about so early?”
>”I came to check in on a friend who looks like he needed someone to talk to.”
>Suspicious...
“Don’t you have a phone booth to get back to Doc? Some timey-wimey stuff to take care of?”
>”No, this is where I come to relax, and take a load off for a while. Being immortal, you tend to do that every once and a while.”
>Your shocked.
“So. Those shows. Back Home. They were real?”
>He laughs.
>”Oh dear boy, when you gallivant around existence like I do, ideas tend to spread to the strangest places. No, not all of it is true, but some of it is.”
>THIS.
>IS.
>FUCKING.
>AWE-Crazy.
>”I can tell by the look on your face that you’re having a hard time registering this.”
“Ya know? I’m actually not. Here I am, talking to a time-lord disguised as a p0ny. Two immortals sharing a cup of coffee.” You say, making another cup appear from thin air.
>You sit in silence for a few minutes.
“You know, the doctors told me I would get used to it. My mind would adapt to the knowledge.”
>”Well, have you come to accept the fact yet?”
“I don’t think I ever will. I tried to adapt with the changing years, but it got harder every decade or so.”
>”I know the feeling. One time, I was using 1970’s earth terminology in the 1800’s.”
>you laugh
“I’m sure that went over well.”
>”I assure you, the results were most hilarious. Now, how have you been doing?”
“Well Doc, I dunno anymore. It’s been harder than usual. I’m not sure why.” You say, leaning back in the bench.
“Normally I would just go on a trip, or go do something dangerous. But with everything around here, I don’t know anymore.”
>You pull out your locket, and look at the picture.
“Even after all these years I still miss her.”
>”Anon, dear boy, she’s never left you.”
>You look at him quizzically.
>”She’s been right there. This whole time. She never left you in spirit.”
>You glance down at your locket.
>You remember the cool Fall day you were wed.
>You remember the warm summer morning she gave birth, welcoming your daughter into the world.
>You remember watching her graduate high school.
>You remember the crash.
>You remember the scream of metal on metal,
>You remember the blood,
>You remember looking down as your severed leg slowly bound itself back together,
>You remember pulling the drunk out of his car,
>You remember the sickening crack his neck made when you spun his head like a top.
>And you remember the funeral.
>Short.
>Your parents tried to console you,
>Her parents blamed you.
>You still swear you died that day.
>A single tear drops down onto the photo.
>”Are you alright Anonymous?”
“I just need a minute Doc.
>”Who’s Doc, it’s me! Pinkie!”
>You look up, and sure enough, Pinkie is standing there.
>You look around, and can’t spot the Doctor anywhere.
>Did...
>Did you just imagine that?
>Pinkie hops up next to you and puts a hoof over your shoulder.
>”Are you feeling ok Anon? You haven’t come around town at all lately.”
“I-I’m fine. Thanks Pinkie.”
>”You don’t look fine to me silly filly. It looks like someone needs a party!”
>This mare.
“No, Pinkie, I don’t need a party. I need something no one can give me.”
>She looks a bit defeated, but smiles on anyways.
>”Oh come on Anonymous! It’ll be fun! What did someone forget your birthday?”
>Heh.
>Funny thing.
>You forgot about her birthday.
>It was today.
>No wonder you felt so shitty.
“Funny thing. I forgot someone’s birthday, and it’s today.”
>She squeals with excitement.
>”OHMYGOSH! ISHOULDBAKEACAKEANDTHROWAPARTYANDDECORATEYOURHOUSE!”
“Pinkie, pls no.” You say, making the crazy mare sit down.
>”But why not? Everyp0ny loves Birthday parties! Whose birthday is it?”
“No ones.”
>”What do you mean no ones? How could you forget no one’s birthday?”
“It’s not like that. Besides, you don’t know them.”
>You needed to get out of here.
>”But I know everyp0ny in town! Everyp0ny!”
>You laugh as you walk away.
“No, no you don’t Pinkie.”
>She looks confused at first, and then chases after you.
>”What do you mean Anon? Did someone new arrive? Are they a friend of yours?”
“NO. There is NO ONE NEW. SHE’S GONE. CAN I JUST HAVE SOME TIME TO MYSELF? IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?” you snap.
>She looks crushed.
>”A-alright Anon. Sorry for bugging you.” She says walking away
>Oh fuck, now look what you’ve done.
>You seriously just fucked up in the worst way.
>All she wanted to do was help.
>And you just acted like a complete douche bag.
“Pinkie!” you call back to her.
>She turns her head.
“I’m sorry.” You say.
>You barely catch a glimpse of a half smile as you port back home.
>You were leaving.
>You needed to get away from all this for a while.
>You head up into your bedroom and grab your suitcase.
>You grab your clothes and toiletries, and stuff them into it.
>Placing your locket on your dresser, you open it up, staring into your beloveds eyes.
>You still remember the morning of the crash.
>It still haunts your dreams.
>How you escaped, only thanks to that fucking stone.
>The mangled...
>You punch the dresser mirror in frustration.
>It shatters, and the cuts run deep along your hand.
>The skin slowly begins repairing itself.
>You can’t even finish the thought without experiencing blinding rage.
>You grab a quill and ink off your nightstand and pen a letter.
>It would be for your friends so they do not worry too much.
>You hate doing this to them, but you also do not want them seeing you like this.
>You quickly scratch out the letter, signing your name at the bottom.
>You open your sack of bits.
>You’ve still got around 150 or so to your name.
>Should be enough to get you somewhere.
>Anywhere.
>An idea strikes you.
>You rummage around in your nightstand and find that pamphlet from last night.
>Maybe it WAS time for a holiday.
>T:”Going? Going where?” Twilight asks as Spike reads a letter.
>S: “It doesn’t say...”
>Twilight grabs the note from Spike reading it over.
>It says: “Twilight, I haven’t been feeling myself lately, so I’m taking a holiday. I’m taking the next train out of town, so I should be either on my way, or just leaving when you get this. I should be back soonish. Don’t hold me to that though. Last time I did this, I wound up on a missing person’s report for two years. I know that sounds rather bleak, but do not worry, I can take care of myself. Apologize to Spike for me skipping out on his training. I know you’ve been watching it, so if you could keep him on his toes every once and a while, I would be most appreciative. I will try to write if I can, but don’t hold your breath. Say goodbye for now to the others. Yours truly, Anonymous.”
>S:”It doesn’t say anything at all?”
>T:”Nothing! What could have caused him to just up and disappear like this?”
>S:”I don’t know Twilight. He did seem a little down lately though. Whenever I would ask him about it, he changed the subject.”
>T:”Spike, take a letter, the princess will want to know.”
>”ALL ABOARD” the conductor yells.
>The train begins hissing to life, steam rising from its stack.
>You grab your single bag, and file onto the first class car.
>It looks like you where to only one headed out today.
>You take a seat one of the chairs in the back.
>It has more legroom.
>You turn on your mp3, and play a tune.
>The ticketp0ny comes and checks your ticket.
>”Rough day buddy?” he says, seeing you sipping on a glass of rum.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
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>You watch the snowy landscape begin to shift in your view.
>You peer out the window, relaxing beverage in hand.
>And it was only 10 in the morning.
>The fuck do you care right now?
>It took a lot to get you hammered anyways.
>Let the festivities begin.
>P0nyville proper slowly comes into view, and you see a purple mare running towards the train.
>She didn’t.
>You open the window, and see Twilight struggling to keep up.
“I’ll be back!” you yell, closing the window.
>You could almost make out her tearing up.
>Where you telling the truth?
>Who knows.
>At this point?
>You didn’t know what to feel.
>A waitress comes along, with a trolley full of drinks.
>”Would you like anything sir? It’s a long trip to Hollywood.”
>You grab a bottle of AppleJack Daniels and toss her a bunch of bits.
“This’ll do. Thanks.”
>She looks a bit disgusted, but shrugs it off.
>You don’t wanna remember today.
>You open the locket, and place it on the seat beside you.
“Happy Birthday love...”
>You are Princess Celestia, and you are currently under siege by a mountain of paperwork.
>So many things to do, and you have little to no desire to do any of it.
>Luckily, it’s winter, so many dignitaries have gone home for the holidays.
>This will be the second year you get to spend with your sister.
>It felt nice to finally have someone for the holidays.
>Even if they were only kin.
>You sigh, getting back to stamping the forms with the royal signature.
>Just then, a letter arrives.
>It looks like it’s from Twilight.
>It has been a while since the last letter.
>You could use a bit of good news around now.
“Dear Princess Celestia,
“Today I received a startling letter from Anonymous. Inside, it said that he was “going away” and that he did not know where he was going. I have included the note along with mine, as I believe there is something very wrong with him. I will pack my bags and follow him as soon as possible, and I thought it best if I let you know about this.”
“Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.”
>You toss the your students note on the table, and grab Anonymous’ letter.
>You read it over.
>He was still hurting.
>And after that night...
>You just made it worse.
>He said he reminds you of her, and he did the same to you...
>How could you do that to him?
>You write a quick letter to your student.
>”Dear Twilight Sparkle, Do not pursue Anonymous. I will handle this myself.”
>You send it off in a puff of smoke.
>Luna enters the room.
>“I’m headed to bed Sister,” she spots the pandemonium around the room “The human causing you more trouble?”
>You toss her the letter he wrote.
>”You know he is trouble. I do not understand why you are so infatuated with him.”
>It’s because you know how he feels.
>She doesn’t know.
>She was too young.
>That, and it was a well guarded secret.
“I am going after him. He could be dangerous if he goes too far.”
>”Dangerous to whom? The people or you?”
>You glare at your sister.
“I will return shortly. Take care of these papers.” You say disappearing in a flash of light.
>You had a train to catch.
Epilogue:
A few days earlier...
“Are you ready to apologize now?”
>The statue in the royal gardens blinks furiously.
“Good. But before I let you out, you need to promise me something.”
>The statue blinks again.
“You will NEVER. SPEAK. ABOUT. THAT. AGAIN. “
>The statue blinks slowly.
“Alright. You know where to find me, and you know the plan. Mess with his mind, keep him off his toes. I need him AND her away from here while I do a bit of recruiting.”
>The statue of a mad god cracks, freeing its prisoner from his stony embrace.
“I suggest you get to work, and be rather quiet about your actions. It will not be too long before they find that the statue is a decoy.”
>The serpent-like creature stretches and flexes its body.
“I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you how to mess with him, and I’m also sure you’ve already done a number on his psyche.”
>The hybrid creature places a talon on the skeletal mages head.
“You killed his family? My, my, that is dark. Even for you. Don’t get any ideas here though. It’d been much too difficult to play off as a freak accident.”
“Just how far back did you go?”
>The creature responds, “Oh, just enough where I could constantly plague him with doubts, keep his mind wandering into the darker pockets of his psyche.”
“You were always better at manipulation then I was.” The mage says turning away.
>An obvious lie.
>”Yes well, I guess I should get to work shouldn’t I?” said the amalgamation of creatures.
“Yes. You should. You know where I’ll be. Make sure everything goes according to plan for Hearth’s Warming Eve” he says disappearing into the night.
>The serpentine creature laughs, flying through the night sky, enjoying his new found freedom.
>It was time for a little chaos in a certain human’s world...

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>It’s three in the morning.
>Your still awake.
>Can’t sleep.
>Watching terrible p0ny television programming.
>An advert comes on.
>Billy Brays, selling some sort of cleaning product.
>You take a sip of your AppleJack Daniels.
>This shit is weak.
>You tried looking around for something more potent, but you can’t find anything in this small hick town.
>Not that you don’t love this place, and you love your friends here dearly, but it’s just you.
>Ever since Nightmare Night when you had that bit of a heart to heart with Celestia, you’ve been down in the dumps again.
>It happens every few years or so, and they told you it would be normal.
>Fucking Doctors always trying to tell you how to feel.
>They could never understand how you felt.
>Only she did.
>Which she?
Not now brain.
>Man, you really are messed up.
Why do we, I mean, I do this?
Enough with the internal narrative.
>You drain the rest of your glass and reach for the bottle.
>Empty.
>You toss it in the trash next to your armchair.
>It clinks as it bumps against the other one already in there.
>You were hitting the booze hard tonight.
>You were doing this a couple of times a week now.
>You never really even left your house for the last few days.
>Your friends came every once and a while to check on you.
>You put on a happy smile and assured them everything was fine and dandy.
>You’re not sure whether or not they believed you, but at the moment, you didn’t care.

>You get up slowly, and head to the kitchen.
>You nearly stumble on a fallen box of cereal.
>That shits supposed to be on the table.
>It helps keep your morning’s stable.
>You upright the box of cereal and place it on the dining room table.
>You search your pantry for more libations, but come up empty handed.
>It looks like you have drained your entire stash.
>Fucking wonderful.
>You plop down in the oaken dining table.
>You felt a thirst that only alcohol could quench.
>Fuck your mind,
>Fuck you thinking habits,
>And most importantly?
>Fuck the fucking fuckers.
>You open the box of cereal and take a handful into your mouth.
>It tastes terrible.
>Where are you going to get more liquor at 3AM?
>You’re not entirely sure, but that’s not going to stop you from looking.
>And so you head out into the early morning air.
>On your quest for a bottle of scrumpy. 

>Your search for the sweet nectar of the gods leads you to the middle of p0nyville.
>Nothing’s open now, and most likely everyp0ny is asleep.
>Ain’t gonna stop you though.
>You’ve got a fist full a bits, a stomach full of booze, and a head full of empty.
>No one stopping this one man army tonight.
>And then you puke.
>Right into the water fountain in the middle of town.
>Oh god, there’s chunks of fritter in there.
>You nearly vomit again at the sight of your half-digested dinner.
>You back away slowly, wiping the bile from your mouth.
>Rarity would be pissed if she found out you got crap on her nice clothes.
>IF.
>IF she found out.
>You start to feel sober.
>This is not the feel you were looking for, but it’s what you’ve got.
>May as well walk along some more.
>The fresh air is making you finally feel sleepy.
>That, and the fact that your head was now splitting from a migraine.
>You ran out of Advil already, so you were shit out of luck. 
>You head up one of the more quiet streets, and notice the hospital.
>You remember Rainbow talking about how she spent a few days there after spraining her wing.
>Maybe they could give you something for your head.
>You walk up the small winding trail, and open the doors.

>There’s a single nurse still on duty.
>”Oh hello there Anonymous. What are you doing up so late?”
“Hey. Got anything for a splitting headache?”
>”Sure thing.” She says, heading into the back room. “I’ll grab you something that’ll help.”
>You sit down in one of the waiting room chairs, and grab a pamphlet.
>It looks like a travel brochure.
>”Come see the Wonderful sites of Hollywood!”
>Hollywood?
>As in Movie-Stars and tabloid’s land?
>You flip open the booklet.
>Sure enough, it is.
>It’s almost exactly the same, and it does not look like it’s too far south from where you are.
>About 3 hours train ride.
>It showed pictures of Sun, sand, beaches, and many other tropical locations.
>”Hello Anonymous.” You hear called from the other side of the room.
>Looking up from the brochure, you see one of the Doctors headed your way.
>A doctor was the last person you wanted to see right now.
Putting on your best smile you say “Hey Doc. Ran out of painkillers, and I’ve got a wicked bad headache.”
>”Mhmm, and how much have you had to drink tonight?”
>Fuck.
>You didn’t think about that.
“Not much...” you say looking away.
>”Anonymous, it’s not good to lie to a Doctor, especially if there is something wrong.”
“THERE’S NOTHING WRONG.” You snap.
>He jumps back a step at the tone of your voice.
“Wow, uh, sorry Doc. I’ll just be going.” You say, standing up from your chair, stuffing the brochure in your pocket.
>He eyes you strangely as you take off.
>You leave the hospital in a worse mood then before you started drinking.
>What the fuck is wrong with you?
>These p0nies always getting up in your face about your problems.
>Why couldn’t they just accept that sometimes there are things that people don’t want to talk about.

>You port yourself home, accidently arriving about a mile north.
>Fucking headache.
>You start walking towards your home, as your stomach continues to lurch.
>You forgot the cardinal rule of teleportation.
>Dont do it while drunk.
>Seriously.
>One time, your old buddy and you went drinking late one night.
>Too drunk and stupid to call for a cab, you tried porting home.
>You wound up somewhere in the subway system and didn’t get out till morning.
>That was a fun night.
>Your finally on your doorstep.
>Opening the door and heading upstairs, you dive straight into bed.
>Your head hits the soft pillows and you stare out into the night sky.
>It seems like it has clouded over.
>And it began to snow.

>The next morning...
>Your head still hurts a bit, but not as bad as last night.
>You slowly climb out of bed.
>The day is cloudy, and it is still snowing ever so slightly.
>It’s still light outside, but thankfully not enough to put a strain on your eyes.
>Your room is a mess, and you really couldn’t care.
>You strip down, and hop in the shower.
>The warm water rushes over your skin, helping sooth the dull throbbing in your head.
>You rub the shampoo through your salt-and-pepper hair.
>The only thing that could give away anything about your age.
>Luckily, you haven’t told anyone about your actually age, and even when you told your friends your story, you redacted the date.
>Why the hell where you so hung up on this?
>You doubt it would actually change their perception of you
>Why was it so hard all of a sudden?
>You turn off the shower, grabbing the towel from the rack.
>You dry off, and get to brushing your teeth.
>Your beard has pretty much come in full now.
>It’s black with a few streaks of silver in it.
>Now you really look weird.
>Not like you care anymore.
>Finishing up your morning routine, you don your robe.
>It was still the most comfortable piece you had in your collection, and it did keep you rather warm.
>You did not have any plans for today, much like the last two weeks.
>In fact, you have not done much of anything but lay around your house.
>Maybe a walk in the cool air will clear your head.
>You open the door to be greeted by the frigid air.
>You step out into the snowy wonderland, your shoes crunching the soft powder beneath.
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>It was quiet.
>Just how you wanted it.
>You decide to walk down to p0nyville.
>You pass by the boutique.
>You peek through one of the windows.
>No lights were on, Rarity and Sweetie Belle must still be asleep.
>You continue your quiet stroll, taking in the sights of the winter’s morn.
>None of the shops were open yet, it must still be too early.
>You check your watch.
>7:15AM
>Yep too early.
>Perfect time for some leisurely exercise though.
>You spot the familiar park bench in front of the town hall.
>Someone must have cleaned up your mess from last night, and the fountain has been turned off.
>You would normally feel sorry for the p0ny that had to clean that up.
>Not today though.
>You were in full existential mode, and nothing was going to drag you out of it.
>You conjure up a cup of coffee.
>Magic food always tasted like shit too you, but it had caffeine.
>And caffeine was awesome.
>You take a sit of the warm beverage, as you brush the snow off the bench.
>You sit down, watching the snow slowly fall.
>You love winter time.
>Always so quiet and peaceful.
>Sure, sometimes the stillness would get to you, but you loved it all the same.
>Thinking back, you remember one time you and Mira went to the countryside for the holidays. 
>You spent much of your time walking around the woods, just enjoying the snow-laden trees, and the quiet atmosphere.
>You walked for hours one day, just enjoying each other’s company.
>Without a care in the world.

>It was shortly after you came back from South America as well, so you needed to work your newly reformed muscles.
>She was heartbroken when you came back all in a cast.
>You didn’t have the heart to tell her what happened.
>You just couldn’t.
>You were going to tell her eventually, you had too, but no one else knew.
>The friends you placed your trust in were dead because of you.
>Your family was distant at best, and both of you hated your in-laws.
>It was literally the two of you against the world.
>How could you just out and tell her, “Hey honey, guess what? I’m never going to grow old with you! Surprise!”
>You can just imagine that conversation going over well.
>You were never one to pour your emotions into things or onto other people.
>At that point in your life, you savoured every moment.
>The short time you were able to spend together when you were not working was bliss.
>“Time is not the most friendly companion is she, old boy?”
>You snap out of your dream world, and the Clock Doctor is sitting next to you.
“Oh, hello Doctor, what are you doing out and about so early?”
>”I came to check in on a friend who looks like he needed someone to talk to.”
>Suspicious...
“Don’t you have a phone booth to get back to Doc? Some timey-wimey stuff to take care of?”
>”No, this is where I come to relax, and take a load off for a while. Being immortal, you tend to do that every once and a while.”
>Your shocked.
“So. Those shows. Back Home. They were real?”
>He laughs.
>”Oh dear boy, when you gallivant around existence like I do, ideas tend to spread to the strangest places. No, not all of it is true, but some of it is.”

>THIS.
>IS.
>FUCKING.
>AWE-Crazy.
>”I can tell by the look on your face that you’re having a hard time registering this.”
“Ya know? I’m actually not. Here I am, talking to a time-lord disguised as a p0ny. Two immortals sharing a cup of coffee.” You say, making another cup appear from thin air.
>You sit in silence for a few minutes.
“You know, the doctors told me I would get used to it. My mind would adapt to the knowledge.”
>”Well, have you come to accept the fact yet?”
“I don’t think I ever will. I tried to adapt with the changing years, but it got harder every decade or so.”
>”I know the feeling. One time, I was using 1970’s earth terminology in the 1800’s.”
>you laugh
“I’m sure that went over well.”
>”I assure you, the results were most hilarious. Now, how have you been doing?”
“Well Doc, I dunno anymore. It’s been harder than usual. I’m not sure why.” You say, leaning back in the bench.
“Normally I would just go on a trip, or go do something dangerous. But with everything around here, I don’t know anymore.”
>You pull out your locket, and look at the picture.
“Even after all these years I still miss her.”
>”Anon, dear boy, she’s never left you.”
>You look at him quizzically.
>”She’s been right there. This whole time. She never left you in spirit.”
>You glance down at your locket.
>You remember the cool Fall day you were wed.

>You remember the warm summer morning she gave birth, welcoming your daughter into the world.
>You remember watching her graduate high school.
>You remember the crash.
>You remember the scream of metal on metal,
>You remember the blood,
>You remember looking down as your severed leg slowly bound itself back together,
>You remember pulling the drunk out of his car,
>You remember the sickening crack his neck made when you spun his head like a top.
>And you remember the funeral.
>Short.
>Your parents tried to console you,
>Her parents blamed you.
>You still swear you died that day.
>A single tear drops down onto the photo.
>”Are you alright Anonymous?”
“I just need a minute Doc.
>”Who’s Doc, it’s me! Pinkie!”
>You look up, and sure enough, Pinkie is standing there.
>You look around, and can’t spot the Doctor anywhere.
>Did...
>Did you just imagine that?
>Pinkie hops up next to you and puts a hoof over your shoulder.
>”Are you feeling ok Anon? You haven’t come around town at all lately.”
“I-I’m fine. Thanks Pinkie.”

>”You don’t look fine to me silly filly. It looks like someone needs a party!”
>This mare.
“No, Pinkie, I don’t need a party. I need something no one can give me.”
>She looks a bit defeated, but smiles on anyways.
>”Oh come on Anonymous! It’ll be fun! What did someone forget your birthday?”
>Heh.
>Funny thing.
>You forgot about her birthday.
>It was today.
>No wonder you felt so shitty.
“Funny thing. I forgot someone’s birthday, and it’s today.”
>She squeals with excitement.
>”OHMYGOSH! ISHOULDBAKEACAKEANDTHROWAPARTYANDDECORATEYOURHOUSE!”
“Pinkie, pls no.” You say, making the crazy mare sit down.
>”But why not? Everyp0ny loves Birthday parties! Whose birthday is it?”
“No ones.”
>”What do you mean no ones? How could you forget no one’s birthday?”
“It’s not like that. Besides, you don’t know them.”
>You needed to get out of here.
>”But I know everyp0ny in town! Everyp0ny!”
>You laugh as you walk away.
“No, no you don’t Pinkie.”
>She looks confused at first, and then chases after you.
>”What do you mean Anon? Did someone new arrive? Are they a friend of yours?”
“NO. There is NO ONE NEW. SHE’S GONE. CAN I JUST HAVE SOME TIME TO MYSELF? IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?” you snap.
>She looks crushed.
>”A-alright Anon. Sorry for bugging you.” She says walking away
>Oh fuck, now look what you’ve done.
>You seriously just fucked up in the worst way.
>All she wanted to do was help.
>And you just acted like a complete douche bag.
“Pinkie!” you call back to her.
>She turns her head.
“I’m sorry.” You say.
>You barely catch a glimpse of a half smile as you port back home.

>You were leaving.
>You needed to get away from all this for a while.
>You head up into your bedroom and grab your suitcase.
>You grab your clothes and toiletries, and stuff them into it.
>Placing your locket on your dresser, you open it up, staring into your beloveds eyes.
>You still remember the morning of the crash.
>It still haunts your dreams.
>How you escaped, only thanks to that fucking stone.
>The mangled...
>You punch the dresser mirror in frustration.
>It shatters, and the cuts run deep along your hand.
>The skin slowly begins repairing itself.
>You can’t even finish the thought without experiencing blinding rage.
>You grab a quill and ink off your nightstand and pen a letter.
>It would be for your friends so they do not worry too much.
>You hate doing this to them, but you also do not want them seeing you like this.
>You quickly scratch out the letter, signing your name at the bottom.
>You open your sack of bits.
>You’ve still got around 150 or so to your name.
>Should be enough to get you somewhere.
>Anywhere.
>An idea strikes you.
>You rummage around in your nightstand and find that pamphlet from last night.
>Maybe it WAS time for a holiday.

>T:”Going? Going where?” Twilight asks as Spike reads a letter.
>S: “It doesn’t say...”
>Twilight grabs the note from Spike reading it over.
>It says: “Twilight, I haven’t been feeling myself lately, so I’m taking a holiday. I’m taking the next train out of town, so I should be either on my way, or just leaving when you get this. I should be back soonish. Don’t hold me to that though. Last time I did this, I wound up on a missing person’s report for two years. I know that sounds rather bleak, but do not worry, I can take care of myself. Apologize to Spike for me skipping out on his training. I know you’ve been watching it, so if you could keep him on his toes every once and a while, I would be most appreciative. I will try to write if I can, but don’t hold your breath. Say goodbye for now to the others. Yours truly, Anonymous.”
>S:”It doesn’t say anything at all?”
>T:”Nothing! What could have caused him to just up and disappear like this?”
>S:”I don’t know Twilight. He did seem a little down lately though. Whenever I would ask him about it, he changed the subject.”
>T:”Spike, take a letter, the princess will want to know.”

>”ALL ABOARD” the conductor yells.
>The train begins hissing to life, steam rising from its stack.
>You grab your single bag, and file onto the first class car.
>It looks like you where to only one headed out today.
>You take a seat one of the chairs in the back.
>It has more legroom.
>You turn on your mp3, and play a tune.
>The ticketp0ny comes and checks your ticket.
>”Rough day buddy?” he says, seeing you sipping on a glass of rum.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
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>You watch the snowy landscape begin to shift in your view.
>You peer out the window, relaxing beverage in hand.
>And it was only 10 in the morning.
>The fuck do you care right now?
>It took a lot to get you hammered anyways.
>Let the festivities begin.
>P0nyville proper slowly comes into view, and you see a purple mare running towards the train.
>She didn’t.
>You open the window, and see Twilight struggling to keep up.
“I’ll be back!” you yell, closing the window.
>You could almost make out her tearing up.
>Where you telling the truth?
>Who knows.
>At this point?
>You didn’t know what to feel.
>A waitress comes along, with a trolley full of drinks.
>”Would you like anything sir? It’s a long trip to Hollywood.”
>You grab a bottle of AppleJack Daniels and toss her a bunch of bits.
“This’ll do. Thanks.” 
>She looks a bit disgusted, but shrugs it off.
>You don’t wanna remember today.
>You open the locket, and place it on the seat beside you.
“Happy Birthday love...”

>You are Princess Celestia, and you are currently under siege by a mountain of paperwork.
>So many things to do, and you have little to no desire to do any of it.
>Luckily, it’s winter, so many dignitaries have gone home for the holidays.
>This will be the second year you get to spend with your sister.
>It felt nice to finally have someone for the holidays.
>Even if they were only kin.
>You sigh, getting back to stamping the forms with the royal signature.
>Just then, a letter arrives.
>It looks like it’s from Twilight.
>It has been a while since the last letter.
>You could use a bit of good news around now.
“Dear Princess Celestia,
“Today I received a startling letter from Anonymous. Inside, it said that he was “going away” and that he did not know where he was going. I have included the note along with mine, as I believe there is something very wrong with him. I will pack my bags and follow him as soon as possible, and I thought it best if I let you know about this.”
“Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.”

>You toss the your students note on the table, and grab Anonymous’ letter.
>You read it over.
>He was still hurting.
>And after that night...
>You just made it worse.
>He said he reminds you of her, and he did the same to you...
>How could you do that to him?
>You write a quick letter to your student.
>”Dear Twilight Sparkle, Do not pursue Anonymous. I will handle this myself.”
>You send it off in a puff of smoke.
>Luna enters the room.
>“I’m headed to bed Sister,” she spots the pandemonium around the room “The human causing you more trouble?”
>You toss her the letter he wrote.
>”You know he is trouble. I do not understand why you are so infatuated with him.”
>It’s because you know how he feels.
>She doesn’t know.
>She was too young.
>That, and it was a well guarded secret.
“I am going after him. He could be dangerous if he goes too far.”
>”Dangerous to whom? The people or you?”
>You glare at your sister.
“I will return shortly. Take care of these papers.” You say disappearing in a flash of light.
>You had a train to catch.

Epilogue:
A few days earlier...
“Are you ready to apologize now?”
>The statue in the royal gardens blinks furiously.
“Good. But before I let you out, you need to promise me something.”
>The statue blinks again.
“You will NEVER. SPEAK. ABOUT. THAT. AGAIN. “
>The statue blinks slowly.
“Alright. You know where to find me, and you know the plan. Mess with his mind, keep him off his toes. I need him AND her away from here while I do a bit of recruiting.”
>The statue of a mad god cracks, freeing its prisoner from his stony embrace.
“I suggest you get to work, and be rather quiet about your actions. It will not be too long before they find that the statue is a decoy.”
>The serpent-like creature stretches and flexes its body. 
“I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you how to mess with him, and I’m also sure you’ve already done a number on his psyche.”
>The hybrid creature places a talon on the skeletal mages head.
“You killed his family? My, my, that is dark. Even for you. Don’t get any ideas here though. It’d been much too difficult to play off as a freak accident.”
“Just how far back did you go?”
>The creature responds, “Oh, just enough where I could constantly plague him with doubts, keep his mind wandering into the darker pockets of his psyche.”
“You were always better at manipulation then I was.” The mage says turning away.
>An obvious lie.
>”Yes well, I guess I should get to work shouldn’t I?” said the amalgamation of creatures.
“Yes. You should. You know where I’ll be. Make sure everything goes according to plan for Hearth’s Warming Eve” he says disappearing into the night.
>The serpentine creature laughs, flying through the night sky, enjoying his new found freedom.
>It was time for a little chaos in a certain human’s world...

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