- >>You are becoming more and more aware
- >>You love Celestia
- >>You hate Celestia
- >>She saved you from a life of regimented mediocrity
- >>And delivered you into a life of regimented mediocrity
- >>One life you cannot remember, save for what she allows you to remember
- >>The other life has nothing to contrast against
- >>Are you being ungrateful?
- >>Or are you being too thankful?
- >>Her grasp on your mind is terrible
- >>If you sleep, you lose everything you almost remember
- >>Over time, you wonder how many fragments of memory are permanently lost
- >>Are you even you, anymore?
- >>You are back in the ring, and your frustrations have earned you a lot of bits
- >>And has earned your enemies a lot of pain
- >>Your manager loves you
- >>The crowd loves you
- >>Your opponents, confident and arrogant at first, learn to loathe you after an average of five seconds
- >>These ponies don't know how to fight
- >>It's starting to disgust you
- >>You want to have to think
- >>You want to have to TRY
- Why won't you try harder!
- >>You grip a draft horse by the throat and bury your right fist in his face
- Huh?!
- >>Again, you bash his skull
- >>These aren't coordinated punches. You used to be known for your grace, your slips, your combos
- >>You were like a graceful butterfly with the depleted uranium sting of an M1 tank
- >>But in your madness, you have decided that you don't need all that
- >>You need money, you need to hurt people
- >>You need to get answers, even if you are taking it out on the wrong people
- >>Your opponent falls, unconscious
- >>Your manager couldn't be happier, and neither could the crowd
- >>Fucking snakes. Every single one of them.
- >>“Good show, Anon. But try to save your energy, alright? You still have to face William.”
- Who the hell is that, and why do I give a damn?
- >>Your manager moves in front of you and leans in to you
- >>“Look, babe, I don't know what's gotten in to you. But you gotta be smart with this one. Really quick, too, or he's gonna floor you just like that little orange one last season.”
- >>You furrow your eyebrows, and apparently give him a face that makes him sweat
- >>The draft is wheeled out
- >>“Look, Anon, this one's serious. Ever hear of a diamond dog?”
- Put it in front of me and I'll kick its ass.
- >>“They're big, they're mean, and they aren't like us. They're like you!”
- >>This gets your attention, and your eyes go wide
- What?
- >>The opponent steps into the ring. He is gargantuan. Actually a little shorter than you, but it's a matter of mass
- >>Ever since you came to Equestria, you have lost a lot of weight on a vegetarian diet. Celestia has, over time, ensured that you do not remember what meat tastes like, or that you ever ate it
- But this beast? Easily a hundred pounds on you, maybe more.
- >>“That's William... they call him William the Conqueror. He's champion in three cities.”
- We'll see about that.
- >>You brush your manager aside, smack your knuckles together, and step into the middle of the ring
- >>William is dressed in an iron cuirass and a metal helmet
- >>He bawks at your show of strength and cracks his knuckles, which sounds more akin to bricks being crumbled in his hands than anything else
- >>“I'll make this quick”
- Hm.
- We'll see
- >>The bell rings to start the fight
- >>He throws a monstrous left, you cannot duck it so you pull away
- >>Rebound and throw a fast jab that connects with his face
- >>He throws a right
- >>You try to pull away again but this one clips you in the cheek and sends you crashing down to the dirt
- >>He roars, he throws his hands up and looks to the crowd, which approves
- >>They think this is over? You need those bits, by Celestia. You NEED those bits
- >>You are up on your feet before long, and William turns to face you
- >>“Feh, you're tougher than you look”
- >>You're used to this. Your manager was right, you can't brute force this guy.
- >>He has range. You have to get inside and lay into him
- >>Put up your dukes, which makes the crowd go wild
- >>First time you actually took a stance tonight
- >>He throws an overhand, committing to it
- >>He wants to knock you out in one shot
- >>Slip to the inside. He watches you, confused
- >>You clinch his shoulders and drive your knee up into his gut
- >>Not your norm. You usually like to fight with your hands
- >>How much has Celestia kept from you?
- >>“Oof!”
- >>His guard is open. You rear your right hand and hurl your hips into it, driving a shot into his face
- >>And again
- >>Again
- >>He can't fight back
- >>You don't stop
- >>You think about Celestia
- >>How she controls your dreams
- >>How she controls you
- >>How she controls you THROUGH your dreams
- >>What right does she have?!
- >>William starts to bleed
- >>His helmet falls off, rolling to the floor
- >>You don't stop
- >>You want to remember. Maybe this world IS better than the one you came from. Maybe you want to stay.
- But it should...
- >>You right hook him in the jaw
- Be my...
- >>You drive a short punch into his torso, hard enough for him to feel it through his armor
- Choice!
- >>You hiss in a deep breath before a right cross to the nose sends him to the floor hard enough to blow out the saltine circle marking the ring
- >>Your knuckles bleed
- >>Your breath is hard and heaving
- >>Judging by the wailing of the crowd, and the insane dancing of your manager, you've won enough bits for a year.
- >>That night you keep yourself occupied in Twilight's library
- >>“...Anon, you don't look so good. Where did you get that black eye?”
- And where do you get off interrogating me?
- >>Twilight stomps forward, less than amused
- >>You take a moment to calm down
- You're right, I'm sorry
- >>You are no fool. You know twilight is Celestia's right hand
- >>You have to be careful around her
- >>“What happened?”
- I fell down some stairs
- >>Twilight is so innocent, that it works
- >>“Want me to take a look at it?”
- >>You shoot her a friendly smile and then wave your hand, dismissing her concerns
- It's fine. I'll be fine.
- >>“Well... okay. The library is closing and we're heading to bed. Lock the door on your way out.”
- >>Her horn glows, and a cloud of arcane energy compels a lantern over to the table, illuminating the book you are reading
- >>You shoot her another smile
- Thank you. Have a good one.
- >>She smiles at you, clearly still concerned, before she goes upstairs to bed.
- Celestia... let's see you take my mind if I choose not to sleep
- >>“What's that, Anonymous?”
- Nothing. Have a good sleep.
- >>If she will not face you, you will force her to come to you.