The Fate of Anonymous. - 13 - Explanations -

The Fate of Anonymous. - 13 - Explanations -

 

SWEETIE BELLS PERSPECTIVE

 

>You had recently heard that Anon had been released from hospital.

>Although today you was with the cutie mark crusaders.

>"So I was thinking we could get our cutie marks in bear wrestling!"

>Scootaloo. What the buck?

>"Well ah was thinkin' we could get it in monsta hunting in the everfree!"

>Applebloom. Are you girls trying to get us killed?

"How about we do something not quite as dangerous?"

>They both pout and look at you.

>To be honest you'd rather be seeing what Anon was up to.

>"Have any better plans?"

>Actually...

"We could always be... Human Historians!"

>The both look weary at your idea. If this is to work than you need to make it sound fun.

"Who knows, Maybe he has hidden treasure in a trap door or something!?"

>That got their attention, they're both beaming right at you.

>After a moment's pause the two fillies and yourself shout at the same time.

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS HUMAN HISTORIANS! YAY!"

>As the three of you rush out of the club house and towards Anon's house you can't help but smirk.

>Just as planned...

 

>You reach Anon's house and knock on the door.

>"Mr. Anonymous! Mr. Anonymous! You in!?"

>Appleblooms shouts are met by silence.

"Guess he's not in."

>You can't help but feel a little dejected.

>"Let's go inside and have a look!"

>The three of you walk into Anon's house and immediately begin searching

>You search high and low for what feels like hours.

>Finding nothing of value.

>That is until you spot a diary on the kitchen table.

>You open it and begin to read.

>But... Wait...

>It doesn't make any sense.

>After reading the first page you're left in a complete state of shock

>as such don't even notice Scooterloo and Applebloom at the door of the house.

>"Come on Sweetie Bell, let's go. There's nothing here."

>"Yeah! We can go and find a Monsta to fight in tha everfree!"

>You quickly slip the diary in your saddlebag before they turn around to look at you.

"I-I'm fine girls. I'm.. going to wait here for Anon. You go on without me."

>The two fillies shrug and leave the house leaving you to your own devices.

 

>Once the fillies leave you pull out the diary and being to intently read on.

>You don't understand it though.

>Why would Anon want to do these things.

>Why would he want to kill himself?

>You keep reading on.

>You read of his exploits jumping in front of the cows.

>You read about him going back in time to kill himself.

>Page after page of this horrifying book is read.

>Your eyes water.

>You can't help it. Anon was a friend.

>He was this bad the whole time?

>How could you not know?

>How could he want to?

>You read in the book about something called a "gun"

>You pick yourself up from the floor and go to his bedroom.

>Sure enough, in his bedside drawer there was a device that you'd never seen before.

>Apparently this would kill him.

>No.

>No you wouldn't allow that.

>You hide the gun in your saddle bag and lay on Anon's bed.

>Clutching the diary and crying even harder now, you can't work it out.

>You jump a little bit when you hear a cough come from the doorway.

>Through your blurry vision you're able to make out Anon.

>You have so many questions to ask. Although one dominates the forefront of your mind and finds its way out of your mouth.

"Why?"

 

ANONS PERSPECTIVE

 

>This was not the sort of shit you wanted to be dealing with.

>This filly seems to know exactly what to say to hit you hard.

>Why?

>Never has one word ever cut so deep as before.

>The white filly remained on your bed, bawling her eyes out.

>She's able to repeat herself although you can feel anger behind the words this time.

>"..Why!? WHY!?"

>You don't know what to say.

>What could you possibly say?

"Sweetie bell, I..."

>You what?

>You can't go on the defensive, so go on the offensive.

"What are you doing in my house?"

>She gives you a look as if your stupid.

>The white filly throws the diary to the ground in anger.

>She begins to approach you with an untold confidence.

>"B-but, WHY. I-I don't understand! Why would you try to do these things!?"

>Going on the offensive won't work either.

>Why do you even care?

>It's not like you plan on being around very long.

"Sweetie bell. Go home."

>"No. I'm not leaving you!"

"I said go home. It's getting late."

>"Not until you tell me why anon!"

"SWEETIE BELL! GO HOME!"

>"NO!"

>Sweetie bell sits on her haunches.

>She starts screeching like a banshee

>'I swear to god this is about to become a murder/suicide.'

>Easy anon, she's just a filly.

"Fine."

>She arc's her head up expecting an explanation as to your actions over the last couple of weeks.

>Her face turned to one of disappointment when you turn around and walk back down stairs.

>You think you still have some Applejack Daniels in the cupboard.

>You reach the kitchen and pour yourself a glass, before downing it in one.

 

>laying down on your couch you close your eyes.

>Minutes later you hear the sounds of hooves trotting down the stairs.

>Sweetie bell seems to have composed herself somewhat.

>You don't bother opening your eyes before you speak.

"I'm not explaining anything. You might as well leave."

>"Why not..."

>The most cliché line in the world.

"You wouldn't understand."

>You probably could explain it.

>Although that meant reliving past events

>As well as probably completely destroying her childhood.

>"I thought we were friends anon? But I read your diary and you.. Y-you.."

>She begins to lose her composure again. Her voice cracking at the end.

>She breaks down again and buries her face into your chest.

>Her breaths deep and raspy in between sobs.

>You interject with words that you know she wants to hear.

"We are friends.. it's just..."

>You pause, trying to find the right words. Any words to solve this situation.

>You instead find the next best thing. Looking outside for inspiration you notice the distinct lack of daylight.

"Let's go get some air. Sound good?"

>Sweetie bell slowly nods as you sit up off the couch.

>You throw on a jacket that Rarity was kind enough to make for you.

>Charged you for it though. Apparently even in this world good will has its limits.

>As you and sweetie bell walk down the road you allow yourself a brief moment to reflect.

>You do however keep it brief, as you recollect the countless reasons for the ending of your life.

 

>Every known and again you heard a stifled cry come from the little filly.

>After the initial shock of finding her you was numb to the events.

>However walking in the light breeze that traverses the air around you had cleared your head.

>Now with every sniffle you felt a pang in your chest.

>As if you had just been told again that dad had...... You give a deep audible sigh

>You notice that through your aimless walk you've ended up next to the Ponyville lake.

>You walk towards the lake, ushering sweetie bell with you.

>She obliges and you sit down next to the lake and take in the night sky.

>The stars where so much brighter here than back on earth.

>Almost as if they held the hopes and dreams of all those that gaze upon them.

>Fuelled by the pureness in their hearts and minds.

>You cast aside your frown and replace it with a small, but still viable smile.

>You look over to sweetie bell sat next to you. She had been trying her best to stay calm.

>She looks straight into your eyes, almost searching through your very soul itself.

>Delving deep within to find the answers she so desperately craved.

>She goes to speak although you interrupt before she's even begun.

"It's a nice night out, isn't it?"

>She closes her mouth and looks out to the shimmering body of water that engulfs the immediate area in front of her.

>The moon, dancing on the small ripples caused by the wildlife.

>"Why do you want to... Die?"

 

>You lean backwards, falling softly on your hands as you stare at the moon.

"I don't."

>"But the diary!"

"Only records the actions, not the meaning behind them."

>"Wha?"

>Sweetie Bell looks at you confused.

>That probably did go over her head. After all she's still young.

>"But, it said..."

>Her sentence trails off and she tries to put the pieces together.

>You close your eyes exhale. Drawing another breath you begin to talk in a soothing tone.

"Sweetie Bell, have you ever given any thought about where I came from?"

>She ponders the question for a minute, letting it spin around her thoughts before answering.

>"Not really."

"Well, where I came from... It was.. It wasn't a very nice place."

>You open your eyes as you haul yourself back up. Making sure your message is received.

  "I'm not looking to die. I'm just looking for peace."

>Which death would provide, granted.

>"I-I don't understand."

>You take note of how tranquil the water on the lake is at the moment and have a stroke of genius.

"It's simple, I want to be like this."

>You gesture to the scene in front of you.

>"You... want to be a lake?"

>Seriously?

>Is this Filly Serious?

>oh lawd she's serious.

>You give a small chuckle and ruffle her mane.

"No no, I want to be calm, relaxed."

 

"I don't want to have to worry about anything anymore, or deal with the bad stuff."

>Sweetie bell seems to be getting the picture now.

>The moon is already high in the night sky.

>It must be pretty late by now. Surely Rarity would be getting worried?

"It's late. We should really get you back home."

>You stand up and motion for her to follow you.

>She just stares at you blankly not moving.

"Come on. Not this again."

>"I'll come if you promise me."

"Promise you what?"

>Her eyes that were drying up are now already watering.

>"Promise me you'll still be around tomorrow."

>Not if you can help it.

>Although lying would probably be the better idea.

"I promise sweetie bell."

>"Pinkie promise?"

>You look at your little finger.

>How the fuck do they have pinkie promises?

>You close your right hand into a fist and hold out your pinkie.

"I Pinkie Promise!"

 

>She looks at your hands curiously before producing the faintest of smiles.

"There we go! That's the filly I know!"

>You ruffle her mane a little bit and she giggles.

>God damn it that giggle was adorable.

>You lift yourself off the ground.

>Taking in the night air you breath out a sigh of relief.

>You've just averted a serious disaster.

>Give yourself a pat on the back anon.

>'Well, This was kind of your fault for allowing yourself to get into this sorry state.'

>Come on man, Just give yourself this one.

>'Nope'

>Noting the moons position in the sky above you guess at the time.

"Come on Sweetie bell, I'll walk you home."

>Taking a lethargic walk with sweetie bell at your side back to the carousel boutique you ponder to yourself.  

>The walk was in silence for the most part.

>Everything had already been said and done.

>You reach the boutique to find the mane six all rushing out.

>TWI:"Alright girls, if we split up we can narrow it down faster! Rainbow Dash you fly above and see if you can spot her. Pinkie you can... Pinkie?"

"GAAHH!"

>In a scintillating explosion of pink hair pinkie pie is millimetres away from your eyes.

>You stumble backwards and fall straight onto a sharp rock.

"FUUUUUU-"

>You restrain yourself from finishing the sentence with sweetie bell present.

>Instead you roll onto your front and rest your face in the dirt.

 

>"I found her! I found her! I found her! I found her! I found her!"

>Rarity rushes over to the stunned sweetie bell, trampling you in the process.

"Grrhphgl-"

>You are hardly able to make a complaint with a face full of dirt.

>She sweeps up the little filly in one fell swoop. Clasping her into a near death grip hug.

>"SWEETIE BELL! OH SWEETIE, I was so WORRIED, where HAVE you been!?"

>You attempt to stand, although much to your dismay the others soon joined Rarity.

>You get trampled by Twilight, Applejack and Fluttershy. being able to do nothing more than groan ineffectively.

>"Well, actually I was at Anon's house. He walked me back."

>They all look around curiously, trying to find you.

>TWI:"Where is Anon?"

>RD:"Errr, Twi? You might wanna try looking juuuust behind you."

>The three ponies spin around and gasp in unison at your trampled body.

>Twilight uses her magic to lift you out of the dirt and face the ponies.

>Everything hurts.

>Steadying yourself your able to stand under your own weight.

>Ponies weren't too heavy, but being shocked by one and trampled by four takes its toll.

"T-Thank you?"

>TWI:"Sweetie bell tells us she was with you?"

"Yes, we was..."

>You look at her, then back to twilight.

"Hanging out, Yeah, after going to the park I got home and she had knocked at my house..."

>The ponies raise their eye brows in suspicion.

"Then we played a few games and she read one of my stories I keep at home"

>Sweetie bell shoots you a glare that could kill any other man.

"...We just sorta lost track of time, so then I brought her back here."

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>They just stare at you.

>You stare back.

>This is a battle of wills.

>You can't be the first to break.

>You won't be the first to break.

>You couldn't be the first to break.

>Yo-

"WELL IT'S GETTING PRETTY LATE I SHOULD GET GOING NOW SPEAK TO YOU SOON EVERYONE BYE!

>Before words can be ushered from anypony's lips you're racing out of there with a speed untold of in human history.

>It was a brisk run back to your house, making it there in good time you decide to call it a night.

>You go through the normal routines, brushing teeth, using the toilet, changing into just your underwear.

>Climbing into bed you open up your bedside cabinet. Reaching inside you find.. Nothing.

>Oh god what?

>You search becomes more and more frantic as you don't find the revolver.

>Jumping out of bed you begin your chaotic search.

...

 >Sweetie bell opens her saddle bag and pulls out the object Anon described in his diary.

>Without this he wouldn't be able to kill himself.

>At least that's what she could make out.

>Still, she wondered how it works.

>Analytically she pull the gun to eye level and looks down the chamber.

>It looks like there's something down there.

>Her attention turns to the finger sized trigger.

>Her hooves were too big to pull it, so she got a pencil out from her school bag.

>Carefully she held the gun in her hooves and put the pencil on the trigger with her mouth.

>The barrel points straight at her head, she slowly moved her head down.

>The pencil pushed the trigger on the gun down.

...

>A loud noise from Ponyville causes you to stop your turbulent search.

>Something terrible has happened.