Title:           One Year: Day 363- Breakfast is important, don't you think?
Author:          OneYear
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First Edit:      Tuesday 16th of July 2013 09:04:05 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 16th of July 2013 09:04:05 AM CDT

>363 days to go...
 
>The sun was barely a sliver on the horizon. Seemed like a perfect time to get what was needed doing done and out of the way. Barely anyone in town would be awake, and even if they were, they'd likely leave him alone.
>Anon stared out toward the mountains and forest near the house he'd been allowed to stay in the past two days. From what he knew of the wilderness, no body went out there. Which made it a great place for him to go to get away from these ponies.
>Yes, he knew they were ponies. But upon discovering that they hated being called horses, it felt like a small way to get back for bringing him here and essentially killing him. Even if it'd take a year to do it. Mumbling to himself, he shifted the small bag on his back before heading out the doorway.
>Walking along the edge of town, Anon passed the clothing shop, that crazy assed tree they called a library, and stopped in his tracks for a moment.
"No way..."
>That smell. Oh sweet merciful heavens, was that-
"Bacon. I smell bacon in the land of talking horses."
>"We're not horses, you silly billy!"
"OH SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP!"
>Falling backward onto the street, Anon looked up to see a Pink maned pony, enjoying a meal outside what looked like a giant gingerbread house.
>Including muffins and bacon.
"How...where...why are you eating bacon?"
>The pony looked it over for a second and shrugged with a smile.
>"Because hay bacon tastes awesome? Why else would anyone eat it?"
>Hay. Bacon. But it looked and smelled like the real deal. Anon's eyes were locked onto the prize.
"I just thought...you people are herbivores. But it being hay makes sense. In a weird way."
>"What's an Herbivore?"
"Plant eater. I'm stealing your bacon strip."
>There was no lost movement between anon making that simple statement, and the snatching of the porcine scented breakfast food. An instant later, it was in his mouth.
>"Hey! That's my breakfast! You want bacon, sit down and get your own!"
>Anon thought this offer over for a moment. Well...leaving could wait one more day.
>Sitting down at the seat across from the pony, she suddenly got up in a flash and reappeared next to him, standing up with a notepad, pencil, and her hair done up in a bun.
>"What'll it be, sugar?"
"How...never mind, I get the feeling I don't really want to know. Just...breakfast? I don't know what you have."
>"We have muffin, croissant, bagel, donuts, eggs, hay bacon, hash-browns, and juice. We can also get milk, but it might take a bit. Daisy Jo probably isn't up yet."
"Um...eggs, bacon, and toast? With juice?"
>In a quick moment, the pink pony was back with the meal, and sitting back in her chair, watching a rather hungry human eat. Her hooves were crossed under her chin, and head tilted slightly.
"My god...these eggs taste real."
>"They are real eggs. Did you think I used Easter Eggs?"
"Huh. Why would you-"
>"Baking needs eggs. Usually. So, Anon...do you usually try to sneak off first thing in the morning and get sidetracked by food, or is today unusual?"
>And he damn near choked on his juice.
>"Dashie has been following you since you left the house! You didn't think we wouldn't keep an eye out for you without keeping the other eye on you, did you? Silly Anon."
>Well, that settled that escape plan. He was under guard. By ponies that could fly. Even if he had a car, that would still be a tough way to escape.
>Sitting back with a piece of the hay bacon in hand, Anon looked down at his waitress, and pointed it at her.
"You know...you are the first pony that hasn't either zapped me with magic, or tried to keep me cooped up in the house. What's the deal there?"
>"Oh, I just figured you could use a friend! I love making friends! I'm friends with everyone in Ponyville!"
"Everyone? But..why?"
>"Because having friends is fun!"
"I...would love to debate the merits of real friendship with you, but I really should get back to my jail cell,...um..."
>"Pinkie Pie!"
>"Of course, you are. Pink horse, pink name."
>"I'm a pony, not a horse! Horses are in Saddle Arabia, not Ponyville!"
>Anon froze in place.
"Saddle Arabia. Big place, lots of sand and desert ponies?"
>"Desert horses. A few of them came to Ponyville not to long ago, to watch Twilight juggle animals!"
"Tell me, Pinkie... What other cities are in Equestria. Besides Ponyville, I mean."
>Nibbling on a muffin, Pinkie mulled it over, half speaking with her mouth full.
>"Well, there's Canterlot, of course. Manehatten, Fillydelphia, but I've only really been here and back on my family's rock farm."
>Anon sat there blinking, whispering to himself.
"Manhatten, Philly...no way."
>"What is it?"
"Well, they just sound like the names of places on my world. Do you have a map of your world so I can see where these places are?"
>"No...but Twilight does!"
>The purple bird horse and her fat, talking iguana. Great, just the two Anon did not want to see today. But this was now going to eat at him if he didn't know. Part of him knew the worlds wouldn't look the same, but the similar names were too much of a coincidence.
"Well, then let's go pay her a visit. She can show me the map, and maybe I can get better bearing on my surroundings."
>"Oh, silly, it's way too early to go visit Twilight! It's barely sunrise!"
>"At this point, she can deal. She owns me big time, and since she can't send me back, she may as well help me here."
>Scooting the chair back, Anon froze for a moment.
"I didn't even think about it...can I owe you on breakfast? Only thing I have on me was a couple twenties and some subway tokens."
>Pinkie smiled a little, standing as well, and clearing the two plates.
>"Oh, your tab has been covered for three meals here a day. The Palace saw fit to cover your cost, since a member of the Royal Court was the one that brought you here!"
"That's...mighty generous of them. A house, food, and that one pony..Rarity. She tried to hand me clothes when I got here. I miiiight have chucked them into a fountain."
>Pinkie gasped at hearing that bit of news.
>"Oh no! She's probably really mad at you! Clothes are her life, Anon! That'd be like breaking a Pinkie Promise!"
"A...Pinkie Promise. You're yanking my chain."
>"Humans have chains? Where?"
>Pinkie walked around you in circles, while a bus pony came out to clearing the table. With a sigh, Anon half bumped past him, and out into the street, making a beeline for the library tree. Pinkie decided to follow you, which was just as well. The purple one was more likely to be friendly with another pony around.
"Listen, Pinkie, I don't mean to be rude, but you seem a little over excited."
>"Well it's not every day you make a new friend! Especially one that can reach the high shelves in the bakery!"
Stopping in place, Anon looked down at Pinkie, an unamused look on his face. One hand planted on his hip, he pointed a finger an inch from her nose.
"Now listen here.."
>Anon stopped, as the pony looked at him with a very sweet expression. Her eyes as big as saucers, and smile as wide as the sky.
>This was easily the most dangerous pony alive.
"I just need to focus on getting home. I appreciate the offer of being friends, Pinkie, but I'm trying not to be here all that long. I have a life back on Earth to get back to. It's not much, but it MY life."
>"So...then why are we going to look at a map?"
>Anon stared at Pinkie for a few moments and took a deep breath.
"Because, a map might lead me home, or at least give me a clue on where to look."
>Walking again, Pinkie settled on humming to herself while she trotted behind as well, leaving Anon in his thoughts, till they arrived at the Library, and Anon knocked on the door, somewhat louder than most would that early in the morning.
>"Are you sure it couldn't wait. Anon? Twilight is not exactly what most would call-"
>The door swung open, taking both Pinkie and Anon by surprise, and somewhat in shock. Before them stood Twilight, her mane disheveled, her lab coat askew, and various writing instruments stuck in both her mane and pockets.
>"-A morning pony."
>"It is 5 in the morning, you two. And I have been up for most of the night. Unless you two are bringing me news that you found a door back to Anon's world, I'm going to go to bed."
>Anon stood there for a moment, blinking.
"I...I was going to ask you about a map, but damned if you don't look like hell, purple horse."
>"I AM NOT A HORSE!"
>And with that, the door slammed in his face.
>"Anon...I told you, we aren't horses. Why did you call her that?"
"Is there something wrong calling you guys horses?"
>"Well...no, it's just not all that accurate."
"Then I'm doing it just because it pisses her off. Say what you will, but maybe next time she'll be more careful when she works on spells."
>Sticking his hands in his pockets, Anon started walking away from the library door, but stopped a few steps in.
"I have no idea where I am going."
>Pinkie looked up at Anon, and sighed. Tugging a little at his sleeve, she smiled up at him.
>"Wanna help me make cupcakes? I could use some help reaching the top shelf."
>Anon just stared at here for a moment, then shrugged.
"Sure...why not. Not like I have anything else to do right now."
>Heading back toward the bakery, Anon blinked for a moment.
"Say, Pinkie, do you guys have chocolate?"
>"DO WE?!"
 
>Inside the library, Twilight was slumped down at the door, having heard the exchange between Pinkie and that human.
>She knew he blamed her, but she didn't know he blamed her that badly. And from her research, she wasn't going to be able to get him home with magic. She couldn't even determine exactly what happened.
>Tears rolled down her face as she buried it into her front hooves.
>"Dear Celestia...I've sentenced him to death. What am I going to do?"