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>Twilight finally calms enough to TK the tiara off of her head and takes a look at it
>The nine point head piece is pure diamond, absolutely seamless and engraved with small motifs of unicorns along with waving patterns throughout the whole thing, each point tipped with a small cut diamond
>You feel strangely proud of how the jewelry astonished her
>People liked art right?
>It wasn’t your best work but it is still pretty
>Twilight gathers her wits and asks “Anon, how did you do this?” she asked almost breathless
>You just shrug
>She sets the tiara on a nearby desk and thinks for a moment
>”Anon, I’ll be back in a bit, I want to get my friends and ask their opinion on all of this”
>She gets up and heads for the door
>”I’ll be back soon, feel free to read whatever you want” she calls back as she leaves
>Alone once more, you begin to ponder your situation
>All at once, the shock wares off
>You gasp and almost fall to your knees
>These p0nies, they could talk and feel…
>What would they think of you?
>You feel your heart begin to race as fear slowly overtakes you
>What if they didn’t like you?
>You feel yourself begin to hyperventilate
>What if they wanted you gone?
>The sudden stab of loneliness forces you to stifle a pained cry
>What if…you had to be alone again?
>The last thought almost brings you to tears
>You’re surprised you can even talk, after the countless years you had spent in silence
>The feeling of communication is almost indescribable
>Knowing that someone else has listened and understands what you think…
>Let alone having the ability to talk back…
>You would trade everything you had ever found in your mines for it
>And now it’s right here, right in front of you
>The thought that it could be taken away is almost enough to sent you into hysterics
>No!
>You need to calm down!
>You would frighten them like this
>Its been over 700 years since you have had something so many take for granted
>Friends…
>You let out a shuddering exhale and blink the unshed tears from your eyes
>Taking a deep breath you close your eyes and think
>How could you get them to like you?
>From what you remember, being pleasant and polite works good
>Appealing to the interests of others works too
>…Not appearing like an unstable nut-case should be thrown in there as well
>You open your eyes and nod
>Be nice, find out what they like and indulge them with the subject, and don’t let them know that your age and previous situation may have made you ill in the head
>You can’t help but feel bad about the last one
>Lying isn’t right…
>But from what you gather these p0nies don’t live as long as you do and as such they won’t understand
>You are glad you got that out of the way as Twilight comes back in with 5 others in tow just as you did
>”Girls, this is the creature who was seen around town for a few days, meet Anonymous”
>Feeling rather shy and unsure under the stares of the 5, you just nod and say “It’s nice to meet you all”
>The pink one’s face explodes into a grin and she bounds up to you
>” Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie!”
~~~~~
>After several introductions, most of which you had to force yourself not to stutter through brings you to your current situation
>You had also been introduced to Spike, Twilight’s young reptilian assistant
>All of them decided today would be a nice day to just hang out and talk, about you mostly, and had gathered and settled around you and Twilight to do so
>Although you are a bit uncomfortable being the center of attention you still do your best to accommodate them
>”So darling, I was won…der…ing…” Rarity stops mid sentence to drop her jaw as she spied the tiara you made sitting on the desk nearby
>Uh oh, had it been a mistake to make it?
>Surely it couldn’t right?
>”T-t-twilight, what is that?” Rarity asks pointing to the tiara
>Twilight looks back and sees it, then smiles
>The others look and see it as well, gasping when they see it
>No no no! what had you done?
>”You all remember when I said Anon has some strange powers right?”
>They all nod, sans Rarity who is still looking at the headpiece with her jaw touching the ground
>”Well this is one of them! He can transform things from one form to another.”
>They all snap their heads around to stare at you
>Oh god the urge to fidget is killing you
>The silence goes on for almost a full minute before Rainbow Dash breaks it
>”Nuh uh, prove it!” Rainbow says with an accusatory expression
>In an instant all your worry disperses in favor of annoyance
>She had the gall to question your abilities?
>Well then…
>You frown and hold out your hand, a lump of iron appearing in it in a flash and crackle of energy
>Just that makes them all but Twilight jump some
>Your hands light up with energy as you visualize what you want the iron to become, your powerful mind conjuring up the image flawlessly
>Crushing the lump between your hands, the iron melts into a glowing blob of liquid before writhing and twisting around itself
>With a flash, a hand sized figurine of a posing iron Rainbow on a pedestal is left in its place, looking just as real as the p0ny in front of you
>You relish in her shocked expression
>You smile and hand her the figurine
>Rainbow takes it in her hoof numbly and inspects it
>Not one thing out of place
>She looks at it, then to you, then back at it before she begins to shake
>Your worry rushes back to you, you really don’t want to offend them, had you done so?
>Rainbow finally stops shaking rushes up to you, her face hardly a few inches from your own
>”Dude that’s… SO AWESOME!” she shouts “And you can do this with anything?”
>Starled, all you do is nod
>”Oh OH! Me next!” Pinkie exclaims as she crowds up to you as well
>Soon all of them are up close, expressing their amazement, even the aptly named Fluttershy forgetting her most prevalent trait
>Inwardly you feel relived, they appreciated art here, 700 years of doing nothing else had turned visual art creation into your favorite pastime
>And now, you had an audience to look at it all
>You smile a true, genuine smile for the first time in almost a hundred years
>After the p0nies had calmed down some Rarity addressed you
>”Anon darling, these powers of your work an anything right”
“More or less”
>Her eyes seem to shine “Would you mind coming to my boutique sometime? If I could get some help with certain projects of mine I would be very grateful”
>You think it over, and see no reason not to
>Plus it would give you some time to learn of Rarity one on one
“It would be my pleasure”
>Rarity ‘squee’s and rushes up to you, wrapping you in a hug
>You freeze
>Rarity is touching you?
>Why?
>What is she doing?
>You know the name of it…but you still can’t seem to remember
>Rarity takes notice of your tense body and releases you with a worried expression
>”Something wrong darling?”
>Her voice snaps you from your thoughts
“Oh um, yes just fine, you surprised me is all…”
>She looks at you skeptically “If you say so”
>Twilight gasps and looks like she just forgot something awful
>”Oh NO! I forgot to send the letter the princess!”
>She hops up and runs about the library, looking for paper and a quill
>You were about to get up and help her before you see the unimpressed looks of her friends
“This happen a lot?”
>Applejack nods “Sure does sugercube, Twi tends to git worked up over nuthin when it comes to the princesses”
>Hmm, maybe Twilight had, what’s it called? OCD?
>What did that mean again?
>Occur Color Duffus?
>No…
>Over Concealed Dildos?
>No…
>Obsessive Compulsive Disorder?
>That sounds right
>Twilight finally finds her paper and quickly jots down something before rolling it up and levitates it to Spike
>The young dragon takes it and burns it to ash with a breath of fire, the ashes flying out of an open window towards a castle in the distance
>Weird, but you had no room to voice such
>Calm, Twilight returns to the group
>”Well, the princess should be here in a little bit to meet Anon”
>You can’t help but feel uneasy at that
“Er, Twilight, I don’t mean to be rude or anything but it that the best idea”
>”There’s no need to be worried Anon, Princess Celestia is the nicest p0ny around, if you’re worried about her doing something to you then there is no need. A few questions is the most likely thing you will get” Twilight says with conviction
>It does ease you some, but you still can’t help but feel this will end badly
>Conversation turns to small talk, nothing of importance said and the topic changing often
>They treat you as one of their own, even without knowing you for any real period of time
>Concealed behind your poker face is an emotion nothing short of elation
>After some time Pinkie runs off into town and returns with a box of cupcakes after hearing several of her friends stomachs growl
>”Here Anon! Try one!” She says in her bubbly voice, tossing you one of the bright colored pastries
>You deftly catch it and give it a look
>No time like the present
>You take a bite
>Almost instantly it feels like your mouth had an orgasm, the sweet flavor crashing over your taste buds like a wave over a beach
>You swallow the bite and look to Pinkie
“Pinkie, did you make these?”
>She smiles and nods her head vigorously
>You share her smile
“Looks like I will be seeing more of you then”
>She beams and the others share some laughter
>Is this what having friends is like?
>You could get used to this
>Just as you finish that thought a knock sounds at the door
>Twilight hops up and answers it
>In through the door walks a tall, radiant, p0ny sporting both wings and a horn along with a white coat and multicolored mane and tail
>”Princess!” exclaims Twilight, who falls into a bow
>The others rise to their hooves and follow suit
>Panicked, you rise as well and fall heavily to one knee
>”Now now my little p0nies, there is no need for that” Celestia says, her voice motherly and regal
>They all right themselves
>Feeling foolish, you stand as well
>Seeing you, Celestia gracefully strides over
>Stopping several feet from you she gives you an appraising look
>”You must be Anon, am I correct?”
“Yes your highness…”
>”There is no need for that, Celestia works fine behind closed doors”
“Yes yo- Celestia”
>She smiles warmly before her face falls back to its usual aloof expression
>”Anon, I would like a more in-depth look at you, Twilight?”
>”Yes princess?”
>”May we use an unoccupied room?”
>”There is one right upstairs”
>”Thank you my faithful student”
>Celestia turns to you “Please come with me”
>Mutely, you follow the monarch, the bad feeling in your stomach growing with every step
>Finally upstairs the two of you inter the guest room and turn to each other as the door closes with a push from Celestia’s magic
>Just as the door closes Celestia motherly expression drops into one of complete impassiveness
>The change is so abrupt that you can’t stop yourself from flinching
>”Anonymous, I am sorry that I must do this, but I cannot allow a potential threat to wander my country without being sure of your intentions”
>Her horn lights up
>”This hurts me much more than it will you”
>Faster than you can react it flashes and sends you into unconsciousness
~~~~~
>Celestia walked around the vast mindscape of Anonymous, taking in the sights of the abstract and rolling landscape as she pondered where to start the memory scan
>The space of his mind is so much larger than a p0nies, is he long lived or just intelligent?
>Let’s find out
>Deciding the beginning would be the best, her horn lights up and the scenery around her fades to black, Celestia herself submerging into the memories
>…
>…
>…
>Dark…
>Dark and warm…
>It’s nice here
>No worries
>No danger
>But your favorite thing of all is the voice
>You don’t know what it’s saying or where it is, but just the sound of it makes you happy
>It’s melodic, reassuring, and so full of love
>For the longest time you are here, resting in the warm darkness, listening to the voice
>Then it happens
>The whole world rumbles, voices other than your favorite babbling incoherently at a fast pace
>Another rumble, fright overtakes you
>The voice screams in pain
>Even more fright
>You knew this would happen eventually
>But something is wrong
>You knew you would have to leave the warm darkness at some point but not like this!
>Thunk!
>Light floods the area, hurting your eyes
>The light gets bigger, but it’s coming from the wrong direction
>Suddenly you are seized
>No matter how much you fight the strength is irresistible, and you are taken from your home into the light
>Cold!
>So cold!
>Too bright!
>Make it stop!
>Where is the voice?!?
>The voice can make this better
>You turn as best you can in the hands of your captor
>There!
>You see her
>The owner of the voice
>…
>Whats wrong?
>Why is she not moving?
>Why won’t she save you?!
>Help!
>With no other option, you voice your distress
>You cry
~~~~~
>You’ve lived at the orphanage for as long as you can remember
>Given the name Anonymous from one of the nuns who attended it
>Always a bit of an outcast, you tend to get in trouble when the bullies pick on you only for you to fight back like a cornered lion
>You stare at the ceiling from your bed, wondering what life was like outside
>Finally you get up and get ready for the day
>Going though your small trunk you find…it
>The only picture of your mother…
>8 months pregnant with you as looking just as happy as can be
>Your heart throbs painfully as you gaze upon it
>Running your thumb along her face, you put it back lest a bully finds out about it
>After the classes the nuns teach are over you head back to your room
>Only to see a pack of kids run out as you approach
>…
>No…
>You run in and tear though your trunk
>Its gone!
>The bastards!
>You run full speed out of your room and towards the collection of kids near the end of the hall
>Seeing you, they all run screaming away, scattering
>You get to their spot and notice bits of paper on the ground
>The photo…
>With no other option, you voice your distress
>You roar
~~~~~
>The last day of your sophomore year in college
>It’s been tough over the years, but you made something of yourself
>The last you saw of the old orphanage bully leader, he was pumping gas at some ghetto gas station
>Sweet sweet karma
>Parties had sprung up all over campus and you were on your way to one
>An education, a job, a life ahead of you.
>Nothing could stop you now!
>Or that’s what you thought before a drunk driver ran a red light and T-boned you
>You died on impact
~~~Day 1~~~
>Wha?
>Where?
>You jerk awake
>Looking around you see that you are in the middle a field
>But?
>You rise and begin to walk
>It would be a week before you realized you were lost
~~~Day 40~~~
>Ohhhh
>Food…
>There is almost none
>Your stomach ties itself into a knot in pain
>For over a month you have been here…
>For a week you’ve had no food
>The monsters at night only made it worse
>You need to get out of here
>You need help
~~~Day 264~~~
>For the longest time you’ve avoided the ones you had dubbed “Creepers”
>Tall green things that serve no purpose other than to kill other things via suicide bombing by an unknown means
>You had avoided them well
>Not well enough however…
>You foolishly left your shelter open
>You will pay for it
>ssssssSSSSSS!
>?
BOOM!
>A scream rips out your throat as a blast and heat overtake you
>You can only lay numbly on the now ruined ground as you look at your charred arm
>Why?
>Why are you here?
~~~Year 59~~~
>Lonely,
>No one…
>For three days you had been staring at the wall
>Waiting
>Waiting for anyone
>But no one would show…
~~~Year 246~~~
>You wiped your brow as you dug
>Mining for new materials had become as easy as breathing and a great way to kill time
>You dig a bit further, your pickaxe reducing boulders to dust in only a few strikes
>Wha?
>Is the wall glowing?
>Curiosity overtakes you, the prospect of finding something new killing your reason
>With one swing the wall collapses
>And reveals red hot lava
>With a gasp you turn and run down the mineshaft
>Not fast enough though
>The lava runs down and engulfs your leg
>Unspeakable pain shoots up your being
>Despite this you run
>It hurts…
>It hurts so much that you want to die
>But you go
>Every step feels like lightening lancing up your leg
>When the lava finally stops you fall to the ground and look at your leg
>The skin is melted to your actual leg and blood oozes out of the whole thing
>Shakily unstoring a health potion, you open it up and pour it onto the leg
>A primal scream leaves you as the cooked flesh writhes and heals
>Almost 10 agonizing minutes pass before its done
>Dazed, you idly wonder it would have been better if you just let the lava run you down
~~~Year 577~~~
>You had made something quite wondrous today
>Paint!
>The powers you learned all those years ago had helped immensely
>In your modest stone house you set up some canvas and simply let your mind wander as your hands dance across the canvas
>Several minutes in you stop and take notice of what you had made
>It’s a portrait of a woman
>Hmm, who is she?
>How funny, you could have sworn you know her from-!
>A voice comes to you, melodic and warm
>It’s her…
>Mother…
>What could have been…
>You drop your brush and paint, going to your hands and knees as tears spring to your eyes
>Why?
>Why are you here!?!?
>You curl up, wishing for your own death
“M-mommy, please…Anyone…Please, I don’t want to be alone…I’m scared! M-make it stop! MAKE IT STOOOOOOOP!”
>SNAP!
>With no other options, you voice your distress
>You scream
~~~~~
>Celestia watched, horror struck as every moment played before her, forcing her to experience every pain Anonymous has suffered
>How? How had he survived?
>As the last one played, the spell ended
>Feeling her cheeks wet and her knees shaking, the alicorn lets herself fall harshly to her stomach as she looks to Anon
>Anonymous stood there, passed out yet still on his feet
>Slowly but surely, his eyes brightened as he returned from his forceful slumber
~~~~~
>Whoa,
>What just happened?
>You shake yourself awake and look at Celestia, who was on her knees
>Oh no…
>Had you hurt her?
“Princess, all you alrigh-!
>Without warning she lunges at you, bowling you over as she buries her head into your chest and weeps hysterically

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>Twilight finally calms enough to TK the tiara off of her head and takes a look at it
>The nine point head piece is pure diamond, absolutely seamless and engraved with small motifs of unicorns along with waving patterns throughout the whole thing, each point tipped with a small cut diamond
>You feel strangely proud of how the jewelry astonished her
>People liked art right?
>It wasn’t your best work but it is still pretty
>Twilight gathers her wits and asks “Anon, how did you do this?” she asked almost breathless
>You just shrug 	
>She sets the tiara on a nearby desk and thinks for a moment
>”Anon, I’ll be back in a bit, I want to get my friends and ask their opinion on all of this”
>She gets up and heads for the door
>”I’ll be back soon, feel free to read whatever you want” she calls back as she leaves
>Alone once more, you begin to ponder your situation
>All at once, the shock wares off
>You gasp and almost fall to your knees
>These p0nies, they could talk and feel…
>What would they think of you?
>You feel your heart begin to race as fear slowly overtakes you
>What if they didn’t like you?
>You feel yourself begin to hyperventilate 
>What if they wanted you gone?
>The sudden stab of loneliness forces you to stifle a pained cry
>What if…you had to be alone again?
>The last thought almost brings you to tears
>You’re surprised you can even talk, after the countless years you had spent in silence
>The feeling of communication is almost indescribable
>Knowing that someone else has listened and understands what you think…
>Let alone having the ability to talk back…
>You would trade everything you had ever found in your mines for it
>And now it’s right here, right in front of you
>The thought that it could be taken away is almost enough to sent you into hysterics       
>No!
>You need to calm down!
>You would frighten them like this
>Its been over 700 years since you have had something so many take for granted
>Friends…
>You let out a shuddering exhale and blink the unshed tears from your eyes
>Taking a deep breath you close your eyes and think
>How could you get them to like you?
>From what you remember, being pleasant and polite works good
>Appealing to the interests of others works too 
>…Not appearing like an unstable nut-case should be thrown in there as well
>You open your eyes and nod
>Be nice, find out what they like and indulge them with the subject, and don’t let them know that your age and previous situation may have made you ill in the head
>You can’t help but feel bad about the last one
>Lying isn’t right…
>But from what you gather these p0nies don’t live as long as you do and as such they won’t understand 
>You are glad you got that out of the way as Twilight comes back in with 5 others in tow just as you did
>”Girls, this is the creature who was seen around town for a few days, meet Anonymous”
>Feeling rather shy and unsure under the stares of the 5, you just nod and say “It’s nice to meet you all”
>The pink one’s face explodes into a grin and she bounds up to you
>” Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie!”
~~~~~
>After several introductions, most of which you had to force yourself not to stutter through brings you to your current situation
>You had also been introduced to Spike, Twilight’s young reptilian assistant   
>All of them decided today would be a nice day to just hang out and talk, about you mostly, and had gathered and settled around you and Twilight to do so
>Although you are a bit uncomfortable being the center of attention you still do your best to accommodate them
>”So darling, I was won…der…ing…” Rarity stops mid sentence to drop her jaw as she spied the tiara you made sitting on the desk nearby
>Uh oh, had it been a mistake to make it?
>Surely it couldn’t right?
>”T-t-twilight, what is that?” Rarity asks pointing to the tiara
>Twilight looks back and sees it, then smiles
>The others look and see it as well, gasping when they see it
>No no no! what had you done?
>”You all remember when I said Anon has some strange powers right?”
>They all nod, sans Rarity who is still looking at the headpiece with her jaw touching the ground
>”Well this is one of them! He can transform things from one form to another.”
>They all snap their heads around to stare at you
>Oh god the urge to fidget is killing you
>The silence goes on for almost a full minute before Rainbow Dash breaks it 
>”Nuh uh, prove it!” Rainbow says with an accusatory expression
>In an instant all your worry disperses in favor of annoyance
>She had the gall to question your abilities?
>Well then…
>You frown and hold out your hand, a lump of iron appearing in it in a flash and crackle of energy
>Just that makes them all but Twilight jump some
>Your hands light up with energy as you visualize what you want the iron to become, your powerful mind conjuring up the image flawlessly
>Crushing the lump between your hands, the iron melts into a glowing blob of liquid before writhing and twisting around itself
>With a flash, a hand sized figurine of a posing iron Rainbow on a pedestal is left in its place, looking just as real as the p0ny in front of you
>You relish in her shocked expression
>You smile and hand her the figurine
>Rainbow takes it in her hoof numbly and inspects it	
>Not one thing out of place
>She looks at it, then to you, then back at it before she begins to shake
>Your worry rushes back to you, you really don’t want to offend them, had you done so?
>Rainbow finally stops shaking rushes up to you, her face hardly a few inches from your own
>”Dude that’s… SO AWESOME!” she shouts “And you can do this with anything?”
>Starled, all you do is nod
>”Oh OH! Me next!” Pinkie exclaims as she crowds up to you as well
>Soon all of them are up close, expressing their amazement, even the aptly named Fluttershy forgetting her most prevalent trait 
>Inwardly you feel relived, they appreciated art here, 700 years of doing nothing else had turned visual art creation into your favorite pastime
>And now, you had an audience to look at it all
>You smile a true, genuine smile for the first time in almost a hundred years
>After the p0nies had calmed down some Rarity addressed you
>”Anon darling, these powers of your work an anything right”
“More or less”	
>Her eyes seem to shine “Would you mind coming to my boutique sometime? If I could get some help with certain projects of mine I would be very grateful”
>You think it over, and see no reason not to
>Plus it would give you some time to learn of Rarity one on one
“It would be my pleasure”
>Rarity ‘squee’s and rushes up to you, wrapping you in a hug
>You freeze
>Rarity is touching you?
>Why?
>What is she doing?
>You know the name of it…but you still can’t seem to remember
>Rarity takes notice of your tense body and releases you with a worried expression
>”Something wrong darling?”
>Her voice snaps you from your thoughts
“Oh um, yes just fine, you surprised me is all…”
>She looks at you skeptically “If you say so”
>Twilight gasps and looks like she just forgot something awful
>”Oh NO! I forgot to send the letter the princess!”
>She hops up and runs about the library, looking for paper and a quill
>You were about to get up and help her before you see the unimpressed looks of her friends
“This happen a lot?”
>Applejack nods “Sure does sugercube, Twi tends to git worked up over nuthin when it comes to the princesses”
>Hmm, maybe Twilight had, what’s it called? OCD?
>What did that mean again?
>Occur Color Duffus?
>No…
>Over Concealed Dildos?
>No…
>Obsessive Compulsive Disorder?
>That sounds right
>Twilight finally finds her paper and quickly jots down something before rolling it up and levitates it to Spike
>The young dragon takes it and burns it to ash with a breath of fire, the ashes flying out of an open window towards a castle in the distance
>Weird, but you had no room to voice such
>Calm, Twilight returns to the group
>”Well, the princess should be here in a little bit to meet Anon”
>You can’t help but feel uneasy at that
“Er, Twilight, I don’t mean to be rude or anything but it that the best idea”
>”There’s no need to be worried Anon, Princess Celestia is the nicest p0ny around, if you’re worried about her doing something to you then there is no need. A few questions is the most likely thing you will get” Twilight says with conviction
>It does ease you some, but you still can’t help but feel this will end badly 
>Conversation turns to small talk, nothing of importance said and the topic changing often
>They treat you as one of their own, even without knowing you for any real period of time
>Concealed behind your poker face is an emotion nothing short of elation
>After some time Pinkie runs off into town and returns with a box of cupcakes after hearing several of her friends stomachs growl
>”Here Anon! Try one!” She says in her bubbly voice, tossing you one of the bright colored pastries
>You deftly catch it and give it a look	
>No time like the present
>You take a bite
>Almost instantly it feels like your mouth had an orgasm, the sweet flavor crashing over your taste buds like a wave over a beach
>You swallow the bite and look to Pinkie
“Pinkie, did you make these?”
>She smiles and nods her head vigorously 
>You share her smile
“Looks like I will be seeing more of you then”
>She beams and the others share some laughter
>Is this what having friends is like?
>You could get used to this
>Just as you finish that thought a knock sounds at the door
>Twilight hops up and answers it
>In through the door walks a tall, radiant, p0ny sporting both wings and a horn along with a white coat and multicolored mane and tail
>”Princess!” exclaims Twilight, who falls into a bow
>The others rise to their hooves and follow suit
>Panicked, you rise as well and fall heavily to one knee
>”Now now my little p0nies, there is no need for that” Celestia says, her voice motherly and regal
>They all right themselves
>Feeling foolish, you stand as well
>Seeing you, Celestia gracefully strides over
>Stopping several feet from you she gives you an appraising look
>”You must be Anon, am I correct?”
“Yes your highness…”
>”There is no need for that, Celestia works fine behind closed doors”
“Yes yo- Celestia”
>She smiles warmly before her face falls back to its usual aloof expression
>”Anon, I would like a more in-depth look at you, Twilight?”
>”Yes princess?”
>”May we use an unoccupied room?”
>”There is one right upstairs”
>”Thank you my faithful student”
>Celestia turns to you “Please come with me”
>Mutely, you follow the monarch, the bad feeling in your stomach growing with every step 
>Finally upstairs the two of you inter the guest room and turn to each other as the door closes with a push from Celestia’s magic
>Just as the door closes Celestia motherly expression drops into one of complete impassiveness
>The change is so abrupt that you can’t stop yourself from flinching
>”Anonymous, I am sorry that I must do this, but I cannot allow a potential threat to wander my country without being sure of your intentions”
>Her horn lights up
>”This hurts me much more than it will you”
>Faster than you can react it flashes and sends you into unconsciousness
~~~~~
>Celestia walked around the vast mindscape of Anonymous, taking in the sights of the abstract and rolling landscape as she pondered where to start the memory scan
>The space of his mind is so much larger than a p0nies, is he long lived or just intelligent?
>Let’s find out
>Deciding the beginning would be the best, her horn lights up and the scenery around her fades to black, Celestia herself submerging into the memories 
>…
>…
>…
>Dark…
>Dark and warm…
>It’s nice here
>No worries
>No danger
>But your favorite thing of all is the voice
>You don’t know what it’s saying or where it is, but just the sound of it makes you happy
>It’s melodic, reassuring, and so full of love 
>For the longest time you are here, resting in the warm darkness, listening to the voice
>Then it happens
>The whole world rumbles, voices other than your favorite babbling incoherently at a fast pace
>Another rumble, fright overtakes you
>The voice screams in pain
>Even more fright
>You knew this would happen eventually
>But something is wrong
>You knew you would have to leave the warm darkness at some point but not like this!
>Thunk!
>Light floods the area, hurting your eyes
>The light gets bigger, but it’s coming from the wrong direction
>Suddenly you are seized
>No matter how much you fight the strength is irresistible, and you are taken from your home into the light
>Cold!
>So cold!
>Too bright!
>Make it stop!
>Where is the voice?!?
>The voice can make this better
>You turn as best you can in the hands of your captor
>There!
>You see her
>The owner of the voice
>…
>Whats wrong?
>Why is she not moving?
>Why won’t she save you?!
>Help!
>With no other option, you voice your distress
>You cry
~~~~~
>You’ve lived at the orphanage for as long as you can remember
>Given the name Anonymous from one of the nuns who attended it
>Always a bit of an outcast, you tend to get in trouble when the bullies pick on you only for you to fight back like a cornered lion
>You stare at the ceiling from your bed, wondering what life was like outside
>Finally you get up and get ready for the day
>Going though your small trunk you find…it
>The only picture of your mother…
>8 months pregnant with you as looking just as happy as can be
>Your heart throbs painfully as you gaze upon it
>Running your thumb along her face, you put it back lest a bully finds out about it
>After the classes the nuns teach are over you head back to your room
>Only to see a pack of kids run out as you approach
>…
>No…
>You run in and tear though your trunk
>Its gone!
>The bastards!
>You run full speed out of your room and towards the collection of kids near the end of the hall
>Seeing you, they all run screaming away, scattering 
>You get to their spot and notice bits of paper on the ground
>The photo…
>With no other option, you voice your distress
>You roar 
~~~~~
>The last day of your sophomore year in college
>It’s been tough over the years, but you made something of yourself
>The last you saw of the old orphanage bully leader, he was pumping gas at some ghetto gas station
>Sweet sweet karma 
>Parties had sprung up all over campus and you were on your way to one
>An education, a job, a life ahead of you.
>Nothing could stop you now!
>Or that’s what you thought before a drunk driver ran a red light and T-boned you
>You died on impact
~~~Day  1~~~
>Wha?
>Where?
>You jerk awake
>Looking around you see that you are in the middle a field
>But?
>You rise and begin to walk
>It would be a week before you realized you were lost
~~~Day 40~~~
>Ohhhh
>Food…
>There is almost none
>Your stomach ties itself into a knot in pain
>For over a month you have been here…
>For a week you’ve had no food
>The monsters at night only made it worse
>You need to get out of here
>You need help
~~~Day 264~~~
>For the longest time you’ve avoided the ones you had dubbed “Creepers”
>Tall green things that serve no purpose other than to kill other things via suicide bombing by an unknown means
>You had avoided them well
>Not well enough however…
>You foolishly left your shelter open
>You will pay for it
>ssssssSSSSSS!
>?
BOOM!
>A scream rips out your throat as a blast and heat overtake you
>You can only lay numbly on the now ruined ground as you look at your charred arm
>Why?
>Why are you here?
~~~Year 59~~~
>Lonely,
>No one…
>For three days you had been staring at the wall
>Waiting
>Waiting for anyone
>But no one would show…
~~~Year 246~~~
>You wiped your brow as you dug
>Mining for new materials had become as easy as breathing and a great way to kill time
>You dig a bit further, your pickaxe reducing boulders to dust in only a few strikes
>Wha?
>Is the wall glowing?
>Curiosity overtakes you, the prospect of finding something new killing your reason
>With one swing the wall collapses 
>And reveals red hot lava
>With a gasp you turn and run down the mineshaft
>Not fast enough though
>The lava runs down and engulfs your leg
 >Unspeakable pain shoots up your being
>Despite this you run
>It hurts…
>It hurts so much that you want to die
>But you go
>Every step feels like lightening lancing up your leg 
>When the lava finally stops you fall to the ground and look at your leg
>The skin is melted to your actual leg and blood oozes out of the whole thing
>Shakily unstoring a health potion, you open it up and pour it onto the leg
>A primal scream leaves you as the cooked flesh writhes and heals
>Almost 10 agonizing minutes pass before its done 
>Dazed, you idly wonder it would have been better if you just let the lava run you down 
~~~Year 577~~~ 
>You had made something quite wondrous today
>Paint!
>The powers you learned all those years ago had helped immensely
>In your modest stone house you set up some canvas and simply let your mind wander as your hands dance across the canvas
>Several minutes in you stop and take notice of what you had made
>It’s a portrait of a woman
>Hmm, who is she?
>How funny, you could have sworn you know her from-!
>A voice comes to you, melodic and warm
>It’s her…
>Mother…
>What could have been…
>You drop your brush and paint, going to your hands and knees as tears spring to your eyes
>Why? 
>Why are you here!?!?
>You curl up, wishing for your own death
“M-mommy, please…Anyone…Please, I don’t want to be alone…I’m scared! M-make it stop! MAKE IT STOOOOOOOP!”
>SNAP!
>With no other options, you voice your distress
>You scream
~~~~~
>Celestia watched, horror struck as every moment played before her, forcing her to experience every pain Anonymous has suffered 
>How? How had he survived?
>As the last one played, the spell ended
>Feeling her cheeks wet and her knees shaking, the alicorn lets herself fall harshly to her stomach as she looks to Anon
>Anonymous stood there, passed out yet still on his feet
>Slowly but surely, his eyes brightened as he returned from his forceful slumber
~~~~~
>Whoa, 
>What just happened?
>You shake yourself awake and look at Celestia, who was on her knees
>Oh no…
>Had you hurt her?
“Princess, all you alrigh-!
>Without warning she lunges at you, bowling you over as she buries her head into your chest and weeps hysterically

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