Title:           Eldritch Anon Loves Panko
Author:          Omnee_Potent
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First Edit:      Thursday 26th of February 2015 12:09:32 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 26th of February 2015 12:09:32 AM CDT

>You are Anonymous the Sovereign God.
>And you have just professed your infinite love to this small pink wonder of a horse.
>To your absolute shock, she seems to have had feelings for you as well.
>For the longest time you'd thought that no one could love or even like you, eldritch freak that you are.
>None of the ponies in town had ever shown gratitude or kindness towards you when you helped them.
>Perhaps it was instinctual.
>Maybe they could feel just how innately wrong you were, a black stain on the pristine fabric of space and time.
>It wasn't your fault.
>Your soul was forcibly seized by the Old Ones, and subjected to unspeakably horrific experimentation.
>You were granted a physical form again, gifted with the unholy powers of the formless abominations that drifted through the Ether.
>So you drifted as well, neither living nor dying.
>After eons without contact, you ended up here: a single future stemming from a past with limitless possibilities.
>Ponyville.
>The reception was frosty at best and outright hostile at worst.
>The local princess was immediately disgusted with your presence, and she spent the whole introductory meeting looking as though she were about to vomit.
>She never tried to speak with you again.
>Her friends weren't much better about expressing their feelings towards you.
>Rainbow Dash was outright hurtful, swooping down from the sky hurling insults and rotten food in your general direction.
>Fluttershy refused to even make contact with you, locking herself away in her cottage and hiding behind her hair when you approached her in the market.
>Rarity made a sign that she hung outside her boutique, reading "No Two-Legs Allowed!"
>It was a very fashionable sign, but the sentiment burned deeply.
>Applejack scowled at you when you attempted to see her, sometimes refusing to acknowledge your presence, other times running you off her land with her brother in tow.
>Only the pink one didn't seem to mind you.
 
>She had been very openly happy to have you in the little village, had given you the first food you'd had in ages, and had thrown you a "Welcome to Ponyville!" party that no one else attended.
>Her efforts gave you hope amidst a tide of never-ending despair.
>The hatred the rest of the village so clearly expressed towards you had driven you to the brink of self-destruction.
>The constant shaming and looks of disgust day after day wore on your soul.
>Twice, you had given in to your desire to be free from your torment, and twice you had failed.
>The first time, your body simply grew a new heart when you stabbed the old one.
>When you felt the beating in your chest restart, liquid black sorrow rolled down your cheeks.
>The second attempt was just a few hours ago.
>Pinkie hadn't stopped by for your weekly get-together, and this had been a particularly bad week.
>You were under a lot of stress, having dealt with Rarity and Rainbow in public two days ago, and bumping into Applejack in the marketplace just this morning.
>The whole town had seemingly redoubled it's efforts to make you leave, calling you a "disgusting ape" and a "filthy abomination."
>Fruit and spit flew as you walked by.
>And finally, Pinkie failed to show up on time for your little get-together.
>So the darkness closed in, tendrils wrapped around your heart, and whispered in your ear.
>"No one wants you, just leave."
>"This world does not need a disgusting freak like you."
>"Kill yourself, they would celebrate if you finally left."
>The nails were sitting in your closet.
>A bit oversized, about twelve inches long, but they were perfect for what you were about to do.
>They were right, you deserved to suffer, deserved to die in the most painful way possible.
>No one watched as you rammed the nails through your feet.
>No one heard your gurgling screams as you punctured your own lungs.
>No one smelled the copper that flowed from your eyes and ran down your chin, or tasted the grey fluids that came dribbling out shortly after.
>You lost consciousness within minutes.
>However...
 
>She was merely running late.
>A quick glance at the clock in the middle of a busy shift reminded her of her promise to you.
>So she rushed out of the local bakery, mane flying behind her as apologies formed on her lips.
>You had left the door unlocked, just in case anyone was curious.
>She had found you, slumped over on the floor, nails driven through every square inch of flesh as an unnecessary attempt at penance.
>Frozen in terror and consumed with guilt, she did nothing but sit down across from you and stare.
>When the first nail forced itself from your foot with a clatter, she shot up in search of the noise.
>For the next half hour, she sat and watched as the metal was pushed out of your body onto the floor.
>The sight of your body repairing itself would be one she'd remember for the rest of her life.
>When you started breathing again she put her head on your chest and bawled her eyes out.
>You regained consciousness some time later to find a pink mess splayed out across your torso, sobbing quietly in terror and relief.
>When you lifted your hand and ran it slowly through her soft mane, her face was filled with awe and joy.
>Her eyes glistened and her lips quivered with a single question.
>"Why?"
>You felt a stirring in your chest.
>A blossoming warmth spread across your torso from your heart.
>It was delightful.
"Pinkie, I'm sorry. I thought that you'd..."
>Her eyes are bloodshot.
>"Abandoned you?"
"Yeah."
>"Anon, you big dummy!"
>She lept forward and hugged you around your chest with all her might.
>"I thought I was gonna lose you forever!"
>Your hands found their way to her mane, toying with it.
>Her eyes were so captivating, and she smelled amazing.
>Like somepony you could be with forever.
>Everything she'd done for you came rushing back.
>Every late night cupcake baking session, every friendly voyage to the edge of the Everfree.
>She gave you her heart, and you had almost permanently crushed it.
>So you gave her yours.
 
"Pinkie, I think I love you."
>The shock is evident on her face.
>"What, after all that you just say you love me?"
"Of course. You mean so very much to me. If you weren't here I'd have left a long time ago."
>Her forelegs wrap tightly around your shoulders and she rests her head next to your own.
>Something wet falls onto your shirt.
>"D-do you really love me, Anon?"
>It's difficult, but you manage to lay your arms across each other on her back.
"Yes Pinkie, I really really love you. But can you move your mane out of my face?"
>Confused, she sits up and looks down at you.
>She opens her mouth to object, but the huge grin on your face and the viscous black streaks coating your cheeks convince her to close it.
>You prop yourself up with both arms and bring your lips to her muzzle.
"I love you, Pinkie Pie. Thank you."