- The Fate of Anonymous. - 10 - Out of the frying pan -
- >You face feels wet.
- >Oh god, it must be the blood trickling down your face.
- >It didn't kill you in one bite... Wait, It didn't bite you at all.
- >You open your eyes to find the now smiling Manticore licking your face.
- >The levity of the situation was unknown to you. Instead all hope drained from your body.
- >Your life up until this point had been one disappointment after another.
- >The current circumstances were not better.
- >A creature that could kill you in enough ways it could never get bored from the possibilities, was instead lapping at your face.
- >Fuck. Your. Life.
- >You hear a disembodied chuckle.
- >"The Manticore, A monstrous creature."
- >"Although its docile side is quite the feature."
- "I'm sorry, but what?"
- >The Manticore is still relentlessly trying to lick your face off
- >Speaking out to the voice you get another rhymed response.
- >"It would seem this creature has taken a liking to you."
- >"Respond with kindness, otherwise your bones it will chew."
- >Your mind is blank. You cannot comprehend the full extent of this situation.
- >A vicious creature is currently acting like a dog whilst an unknown voice speaks in rhymes.
- >You've fallen down the rabbit hole.
- >Carefully you push the Manticores tremendous face away from your head and stand.
- >It sits next to you, grimacing a bit when it realises that it still had a cut in its face.
- >For the most part it seems to have completely the battle. Instead taking to being rather friendly.
- >Looking away from the Manticore you stare dead ahead and notice a zebra coming out from the dense tree line.
- >It had a Mohawk and golden rings that shined from the moons reflective rays.
- >Right now you find it hard to give a fuck. It's been a hard couple of days and right now you just want to rest.
- >You're just going to go out on a limb and assume that this Zebra was the source of the voice.
- "Hi. Listen, I just want to go to bed. Could you point me in the direction out of this forest?"
- >"Among the Darkness many things are unknown"
- >"I would be wary of wandering alone"
- >"My humble abode makes its roots this way ."
- >"You may rest there, until the dawn of day"
- >Zebra, you aint the Riddler!
- >Staying at her place sounds like a good idea. Screw walking all the way back to your house.
- >Without a second thought you begin to silently follow her.
- >The Manticore following every step of the way.
- "What's your name?"
- >"Zecora"
- >The rest of the night goes by uneventful.
- >You sleep on the floor of a wooden hut. There was a guest bed, although it was marginally too small for your human form.
- >Though you sleep on the floor, you find solace in your drifting from reality.
- >Dreams don't come to you this night. You spend you unconsciousness in an abyss of darkness.
- >However your peaceful slumber came to an end quicker than you would have liked.
- >The sun's rays peaks through the dense forest. Even in a place as dark as this you was welcomed by the glow of Celestia's work.
- >God damn you hate Celestia.
- >With an aching body you dutifully make your towards the door of the hut.
- >"I would like it if you came back tonight."
- >"Perhaps we could share a drink under the moonlight?"
- >Did she just?
- >Nope.avi
- >Without a further words you sprint like a Kenyan on meth to get the hell out of dodge.
- >You can only imagine a worse hell would somehow involve Pinkie pie... *Shudder*
- >During your mad dash you only manage to catch the end of Zecora's sentence.
- >"It is not a joke!"
- >Fuck, now you knew for sure you needed to get the hell out of there.
- >Like hell it wasn't a joke. You would MUCH rather be caught alive than dating an animal.
- >'Especially a zebra. I mean, of all the animals I could date a zebra is-'
- >Your trail of thought is interrupted by your clumsy ass tripping. You find your face being pitched into a bed of blue flowers.
- "Ow."
- >You spit out the blue flower in your mouth. Damn, it tasted worse than that one time yo-
- >Feeling a colossal weight on your back you can do nothing but yelp in pain.
- "FUCK! Arggh!"
- >Your sudden outburst shifts the weight from your back and you roll to your back.
- >Looming over you was the Manticore from last night. A smile plastered it it's face.
- >Why are you tormented by such cruel reminders of your failures to kill yourself.
- >It licks your face and slightly rotates it's head.
- >Silly Manticore, you're not a dog. You don't even know fetch. Yeah, Better push this thing off so you can continue your sprint home.
- >'If I..'
- >'..Can'
- >'Just....'
- >Trying with all your might, all you manage to do is make the pollen of the blue flowers fly into the air.
- >Good thing you don't have hay fever. Otherwise you could have had a bad reaction.
- >'Hey Anon?'
- >"Yes brain?"
- >'This Manticore seem to think it's a dog.'
- >"Skip to the end brain. We're wasting valuable daylight."
- >'Treat it like a dog.'
- >"Ok, but if this doesn't work, I'm holding you responsible."
- "Down boy..... DOWN!"
- >With the second shout the Manticore hops off and gives you some space. Still smiling like an idiot.
- >"Huh, looks like you did something right for once brain."
- >'Would you look at that, I didn't even think it would work... Although a pet could be good for you.'
- >"Don't push your luck..."
- >Getting up off the ground after dealing with your internal affairs you notice the blue plants have all but been crushed under your weight.
- >You exit the Everfree forest without incident.
- >Thinking the Manticore would leave you alone after exiting the forest was a mistake all in its own.
- >Instead it chose to follow you. All the way back to your house. Which in all fairness was only a three minute walked.
- >Apparently you was the hero that everyone could trust.
- >Trust so much they decided to build your house right next to the most dangerous land they had.
- >Clearly you were trust worthy to the ponies...
- >You sigh as you reach the front door. You didn't bother locking it or taking keys. You didn't think you'd need them.
- >The Manticore comes right up behind you as you open the door.
- >You're not getting rid of it are you.
- >"Nope"
- >Fuck you universe.
- >Leading the Manticore around the back of your house you realise you actually have a nice garden.
- >You've never had a nice garden. Oh, Wait. Looks like you're never going to have a nice garden.
- >The Manticore jumps into the garden and begins trampling all your flowers.
- >Oh well, you never really did like flowers anyway.
- >Turning around you start to walk away. to your dismay you hear the Manticore following.
- >Spinning on the spot you face the Manticore.
- "You need to stay here in the back garden. Ok? Stay."
- >HOW THE HOLY HELL IS IT GIVING YOU PUPPY DOG EYES!?
- >WHY ARE YOU FEELING THIS FEEL!? NO! STOP IT! FUUUU-
- "Just for the moment, then I'll come back."
- >It seems to brighten up at the concept of you coming back and it bound back into the now destroyed garden.
- >Hmm, you need to give it a name.
- "I'll be back in a bit Arty!"
- >You reach the kitchen and grab a glass, pouring water into the clear container you recall that you're actually unsure on the date.
- >Due to twilights spell you haven't really kept track of the last couple of days.
- >You make a mental note to go into ponyville later to check how long you was gone for.
- >If reality serves you well then you remember pinkie pie saying something about a surprise at Sugercube corner.
- >As much as you hate demons and surprises you might as well go there. it's on your way to twilights.
- >After you make your mental checklist you pop up to the bedroom. Finding a note and a package on the bed.
- >Opening the note you begin to read.
- >"Dearest Anonymous,"
- > Your lack of fucks to give that someone came into your house and left a note and package in your bedroom is astounding.
- >"I would like to once again thank you for your assistance in Canterlot."
- >You didn't help anyone in Canterlot. But this couldn't be to the wrong person. It has your name on it. You read on.
- >"To show my appreciation I have left you a present in the package, I hope it can help you on your own quest."
- >The note goes on although already your bored. You open the package.
- >Eyes widening you take in the sight before you. Sliding slowly and comfortably into your hand was a six piece revolver.
- >Opening the six chamber loader you notice one bullet inside it.
- >Hurriedly you raise the note back to eye level so you can finish reading.
- >"You must however play by a set of rules, otherwise the gun wont fire."
- >"You must spin the six bullet chamber before you begin."
- >"You only get one chance a day. Try to do it anymore times after that and the gun wont fire."
- >"It adds a certain level of fun to what would be a horrifying act, don't you think?"
- >Your mind is currently doing laps. How can a gun even exist here?
- >As far as you could tell, the most powerful weapon they had next to magic was spears.
- >More to the point, who the hell knew that you wanted to kill yourself.
- >Who did you help? When did you help them? How did they get a gun? Why the game?
- >Question after question fired around your brain as you finished reading the note.
- >"A gift from your old pal, "
- >" - D"
- >D? That certainly helped you clear things up.
- "Well, no need to tell me twice."
- >You spin the chamber and raise the gun to your head.
- >This was truly a gift from the god. They had to be smiling upon you today.
- >Your thumb deliberately moved. Priming the gun ready to fire
- >Your finger trembled as it moved towards the trigger. Not in fear, but elation, pure and untold.
- >You find your finger almost caressing the trigger of the gun.
- >With a sharp motion your finger snaps back on the trigger.
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