Title:           Trixie&Anon Stories: Part 3 (3)
Author:          TheCapskyLabs
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First Edit:      Tuesday 2nd of May 2017 01:12:38 PM CDT
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>Equestria, Ponyville, Doctor's clocktower.
>Day 18, 5:49 am.
>God you're glad that you have this huge clock right behind you.
 
>So, Doctor is a time traveller.
>He ended up in Equestria since his time thing broke, and he got involved in some drama.
>It concluded with a pony dying due to being eaten by a manticore.
>Good thing nobody saw that except him.
>Doctor realised that the pony was the guy who was supposed to start the industrial revolution in Equestria, so he had to stand in for him so space-time doesn't tear apart.
>"Do you even know how hard it is to invent "new things" when you already know what they are?"
 
>And well, Doc's not complaining about anything except that, he's living pretty well here, and slowly fixing his time thing.
 
>But you though, you gotta move out.
>Trixie has a show in Canterlot tonight.
 
>Trix&Anon Stories: Part 3.
 
>You glance at the sleeping pony.
>You took off her cape and hat and left it on the other armrest, so it doesn't boil her up through the night in this quite hot place.
>Doc also had some things to do today, so he went to his room somewhere.
 
>You'll let her sleep for a bit more, she hasn't had a good rest for a while.
 
>Right.
>What can you do meanwhile, though?
>You’re pretty sure that Doc is also still sleeping.
>You haven’t seen him come out of his room, though, so the conviction ends on being “pretty sure”.
>Hm.
>You gotta sort out your thoughts, anyway.
>Let’s do that.
 
 
>Just retrace back to what you were thinking about earlier.
>…
>Sorting your thoughts out?
>No, a bit earlier than that.
 
>Well, you made that portal.
>You went through it.
>It was pretty painful, you have to admit.
>All your bones started hurting in one moment; snapping your nerves, rushing through your body, every cell was crushed and remade again in a different place.
>You fell on the grass near the exhausted wormhole, happy, confused, and full of regret at the same time.
>It was a dark and windy night; treetops dancing their captivating and gloomy dance, barely visible against the background of the brown, cloudy nautical twilight sky.
>A strong breeze singing its song, which you never really paid attention to.
>Every stick, every rough corner, every bush seemed like it was staring right into your soul, but turned their gaze away when you looked back.
 
>All your rearranged cells were pleased by the wind cooling them off.
>As were you.
>Even though at first you were really confused.
>Well, you knew the place somewhat.
>You made the portal to here, after all.
>But it was, like, different.
>Somehow.
>You could feel it; it wasn’t the land of magic and friendship that you expected.
>Well, it was.
>But…
>Like.
>Uh.
 
>You felt you brain die a little from that.
>You fell on the grass; the moisture helped you concentrate a little, somehow.
>You never thought of Equestria being the same as your old world.
>You’d mistake it for outskirts of your city, if not for the fresh air and clean clouds, making your body feel like a banana in a milkshake of molecules in the endless world of this Universe.
>Well, it actually is.
>But you never know.
>There’s magic in this place, after all.
>But you don’t know that yet.
 
>It still could be just another place on Earth.
>And you’re here, dressed like an idiot in your heavy-duty suit and a diary hanging off your belt.
>But then…
 
>You saw the lights.
>The fireworks.
>The fireworks, cheering, and the smell of magic coming from somewhere.
>You never knew that magic could smell, but the nanosecond the report from your nose hit your brain cells, you immediately recognised it as magic.
 
>You followed the smell, the cheering, and the fireworks.
>You dragged your feet through the moist grass, your shoes feeling more like lead with every step.
>What looked like a show ended by then; you’ve gone through maybe half a kilometer worth of forest.
>You only stumbled upon a little wagon standing right on the edge.
>A little blue-ish pony was packing something up in front of it.
>You could still see the hat and cape on her, the little yellow cartoon stars shining like real ones in the dark, even with no light from real stars or the Moon, for that matter.
>She’d probably be spooked pretty hard if you just sneaked up on her like that.
>What to do…
 
>You hear the blue pony’s voice through the sound of your mind.
>”Anon!”
>W-what?
>Is she calling you?
>How does she know your name?
>”Anon! Wake up!”
>You open your eyes.