AiE CYOA - The Life (and Death) of Anonymous - (Anon x Luna)

[nervous laughing intensifies]

Here we go.

This is a little something that I threw together for a CYOA thread.

 

>Be Anonymous

>Yup, that's your name

>Who would have guessed it?

>Not you, that's for certain.

>Events beyond your control have ended up with you being teleported to Equestria

>It's been 4 months since you've ended up in this place

>You live in a small house in the middle of Ponyville, and you pay the rent with the money that you receive from your job over at Sugarcube Corner

>Pinkie Pie and the Cakes were pretty cool for letting you work there as a baker

>None of the other ponies seemed to trust you yet

>You don't blame them, you probably wouldn't trust an alien from another world that magically appeared in your world either

>You still remember when you first stumbled into Ponyville

>Everything was all panic and chaos at the very sight of you

>You suppose that you did possess some intimidating qualities

>Heh

 

>After convincing the royal sisters, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, that you didn't mean any harm, you were eventually sent to Ponyville to start your new life

>You met some "friends" there, one in particular took an interest to you

>Twilight Sparkle

>She was constantly studying your eating habits, monitoring your social behavior, all of that jazz

Aside from Twilight's never-ending research and Pinkie Pie's acceptance for all living creatures, you were pretty much alone

>You probably would be liked more if you weren't always in such a bad mood

>Being the only one of your kind, never seeing your family again, suicidal thoughts and actions, you name it

>You basically shunned everything and everyone and it was getting worse every day.

You pass by Applejack's apple stand on your way home and buy an apple

>Nothing like a good apple to take your mind off of things, Anon

>You sigh and bite into the apple

>Maybe things aren't so bad after all

>You reach your house and go inside

>You want to do something before you return to your boring life of work in the morning

>After taking a shower and freshening up, you have a decision to make

>You can either give up, put on your nightclothes, and go to bed

>Or you can put on your Michael Jackson suit that you commissioned from that white pony, and take a midnight stroll.

 

>Oh, you'll probably regret this in the morning

>You grab the suit

>It's time to don the clothes of the King

>Goddamn you're fresh

>One helluva Smooth Criminal

>Body spray from head to toe

>Can't afford cologne

>Oh well

>Look in the mirror

>Damn, there's no way that these ponies will be able to resist your charm

>Slicked back hair, glimmering suit

>You grab your pimp cane and head out the door

>You were always a fan of the night life

>It seems that you're the only one out and about on the streets, however

>You walk around town for a bit before spotting a club

>It looks like a happening place

>If you go in there, you'll probably end up drunk

>You don't need a hangover tomorrow

>You should probably continue walking

 

>You decide that it's a bad idea to get wasted this late at night

>It's nice to see that you still have a conscience

>You were never really a fan of alcohol anyway, so it's not a very hard decision

>The bouncer outside the club is eyeing you with suspicion

>Probably because you can't stop moonwalking since you put this damn suit on

>Moonwalk past the club

>There's not much to do at night in Ponyville

>All of the good shops are closed

>You pass by one pony on the street

>She is infatuated with your style

>Smooth Criminal is emanating from your body

>Moonwalk the fuck over her head

>Keep on shufflin'

>Without realizing it, you've moonwalked to one of the far edges of Ponyville

>Better turn back and get home before morning comes

>You've already wasted 2 hours walking about

>As soon as you are about to turn heel and head back to your cottage, you see somepony sitting on a park bench

>You identify the dark figure as Princess Luna, one of the royal sisters

>Damn, what's she doing out here?

>Shouldn't she be at her castle?

>You don't really know much about her, but you had been introduced to her briefly when you first arrived in Equestria

>Decision time

>Do you swagger over there and ask why such an important pony is all the way out here at night

>Or do you dismiss it and return home to get some sleep?

>It's not really any of your business...

>But you're curious

 

>It's already 2 AM

>You should really go home

>You're going to end up drowning yourself in coffee in the morning just to get to work

>Curiosity killed the Anon

>You start to moonwalk over to the princess

>Stop

>You think to yourself

"Is this really a good idea?"

>It's probably not, if Luna is anything like the other ponies

>She'll probably make some weird excuse to get the hell away from you as soon as you say hi

>[courage intensifies]

>Come on Anon, you can do this

>You're all brains, brawn, and brass balls

>Start moonwalking towards the princess again because you can't walk normally

>She doesn't notice you yet because you're approaching from behind

>You can still turn back

>But you're not going to

>Reach the bench

"Princess Luna?"

>She jumps at the sound of your voice

>Great, go ahead and give her a good scare, Anon

>What a way to start a conversation

>She looks at you with a stern expression

>"Anonymous the human... you startled us"

>Oh shit

>Back out before you fuck it up more, Anon

>Shut up, brain

>Decision time

>Do you be cautious and run away like a scared little bitch

>Or do you continue the conversation like a sane human being?

 

>She's intimidating

>She's royalty

>She could probably have you beheaded for sneaking up on her like that

>But does she know the evil of the Thriller?

>You think not!

"Sorry about that Your Highness, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just wondering what such an important per- uh, pony was doing all the way out here at this hour."

>She seems to brighten up at your words

>She smiles

>"I could ask you the same thing, Sir Anonymous"

>That wasn't so bad, was it Anon?

"Oh, I was just going out for a midnight stroll. I guess it got a bit later than I had anticipated"

>Informal meeting with royalty accomplished

>"We see. Do you enjoy the night, Sir Anonymous?"

>Oh yeah, the night time is the right time

"Yeah, I guess I am a bit of a night owl"

>She smiles at this

>"It's nice to see that somepony enjoys the night as much as we do. If I may ask, what ARE you wearing?"

>She looks at your suit and barely contains a snicker

>It's not supposed to work like that

>You're supposed to be irresistible in this thing

"I am wearing the clothes of the King"

>She seems intrigued by this

>"A king? Do you speak of a king from your homeworld?"

>Decisions

>Sing Thriller

>Sing Beat It

>Or just briefly explain to her who Michael Jackson was

 

>Oh princess, you just had to ask

>You just had to

>It's go time

>Prepare to be 2spooked

>You just brought the Thriller down upon yourself

>Bad move

>Grab your pimp cane

>The top half has a built-in microphone

>It's reminiscent of Freddie Mercury's bottomless microphone stand

>It's happening

"I'm talking about the King of Pop"

>She starts to inquire further, but you shush her

>You just shushed royalty

>You're invincible right now

>Crotch grab

>It's time for a Thriller

>Cue music

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4V90AmXnguw

>Start singing

>Gettin' all 2spooky up in this place

>It's a foggy night

>How fitting

>Dancing like no one but the King himself

>Rubbing your microphone like it's a small boy

>Luna seems enticed by your singing

>Finish song

>Do a 180 and turn to Luna, still sitting on the park bench

>Not shaking with fear

>Not hiding under the bench

>Not pleading you to never sing that song again

>She merely clops her hooves together in applause and says

>"Well done, Sir Anonymous! How entertaining!"

>Oh yeah, you're doing it right

"Did you really think so? You're supposed to be 2spooked"

>She giggles at this

>"We are not a filly anymore Anonymous, such tales of monsters do not intimidate us"

>She's pretty brave

"I know few beings that can laugh in the face of the Thriller. I may have underestimated you"

>Decisions

>2:15 AM

>Do you say goodbye and go home

>Or do you keep talking to the princess despite your body's protests?

 

>Fuck it, you're staying out a little longer

>You're still young, Anon

>Stop being such a wimp

>"We found your spooky song quite entertaining. Is it the work of this 'King of Pop' that you speak of?"

>You're doing just fine, Anon

"Yes it is"

>She seems to ponder on this for a moment

>"Humans are so strange. You treat musicians as one would treat royalty"

>You smile

>You really can't argue with that

>She continues speaking

>"You should sing this 'Thriller' when the next Nightmare Night is upon us, Sir Anonymous"

>Oh yeah, you're hitting it off

>Being called "Sir Anonymous" is slightly annoying, however

"Well, I'll certainly consider that, Your Highness. Also, if you don't mind..."

>Here it goes

"Could you just call me 'Anon' instead of Sir Anonymous? Everybody that I know does, Your Highness"

>She smiles once again at this

>"As you wish, Anon. You could call us 'Luna' if you would prefer to"

>Not bad for your first real conversation with anyone

"Sure thing, Luna. If you don't mind, I'd better be going. I have to go to work in the morning and whatnot"

>"That is fine, Anon. We should be getting back to our castle as well. It was nice to spend the night with somepony else. It is not often that this happens"

>Oh Anon, you silver-tongued charmer

"I had a nice time too"

>You still don't know what she was doing out here in the first place

>Probably just thinking

 

>Luna flies off to the Canterlot castle and you start moonwalking back home

>Both of you are returning to your duties

>It's 3 AM now

>You've stayed out far longer than you should have

>At least you had a nice time and don't feel as depressed as you had been

>You can still get about 4 hours of sleep before work

>You return to your house, take off the suit, and throw on a t-shirt

>Holy shit, you can walk normally again

>Feels pretty good

>You ungraciously flop down on your bed and fall asleep almost instantly

>Morning comes far too soon

>There's your good old friend, Mr. Alarm Clock

>Making sure that you don't get any well-needed rest

>Generic alarm clock smash

>That's better

>Get out of bed

>Almost

>Try again

>Almost

>Third time's a charm

>Nope

>Literally roll out of bed

>There we go

>Too tired for your morning S, S & S routine

>Coffee time

>Make coffee

>Put some in a thermos

>You're going to need it

>After getting dressed, running a comb through your hair, and dousing yourself in bodyspray, it's time to face the day

>You swear that Pinkie Pie's comedy is the only thing that keeps you going to work each day

>Walk to Sugarcube Corner

>Here we go

>Work

>Work some more

>Fall asleep at work

>Scolded

>Anon used coffee

>It's super effective

>Work some more

>It's closing time for the day

>You're free

>That wasn't so bad, was it?

>Who are you kidding? You could hardly keep your eyes open

 

>Wave goodbye to Pinkie Pie

>Leave Sugarcube Corner as usual

>Stumble back to your house

>The 7-9 shift usually wasn't this hard on you

>It's dark and you are really, really tired

>The only things stopping you from going to sleep right now and staying asleep until morning are the memories of last night

>You wonder...

>Is there any chance that Luna could be back at that park bench?

>It wouldn't hurt to check, would it?

>It would

>Still

>You could do it...

>Decision time

>Go to sleep

>Or go back to last night's meeting place

 

>Once again, curiosity gets the better of you

>You stumble through the doorway to freshen up

>You drink a small bit of leftover coffee just to keep yourself going

>You walk over to your bedroom and grab the Michael Jackson suit

>It seemed to be a hit last night

>Once again don the suit

>It's time to dance

>Despite your exhaustion, you're still stuck in moonwalk mode whenever you put the suit on

>Moonwalk out the door

>Moonwalk up the street

>Moonwalk under the moonlight

>Moonwalk to see the Moonbutt

>Moonwalk some more

>Destination reached

>You look over at the bench

>No Moonbutt

>Where did you go wrong?

>You take a look around

>Nope, no sign of Luna

>You sigh

>You should have figured that she wouldn't come back to the same place

>The chances are that you won't make it home awake in your current state

>You have a few options

>Fall asleep on the ground

>Fall asleep on the park bench

>Or try to make it home

 

>You can make it home, Anon!

>Woooo, let's do this!

>Start moonwalking

>Stumbling a bit between steps

>Stumbling a lot between steps

>Barely stepping at all

>Encounter a bridge

>Why is there even a bridge here?

>The stream is like 5 inches deep

>You try to moonwalk over the bridge

>Pass the fuck out in mid-stride

>Fall off of the bridge

>Land in the stream face-first

>Never wake up

>Drown

>No one ever finds your body in the 2-foot ditch because they don't bother to look down

>Bad end