The Fate of Anonymous. - 7 - Fetish's -

The Fate of Anonymous. - 7 - Fetish's -

 

>You dream of the past

>You dream of events already written

>This isn't a dream, it's a night terror

>You judder, bringing you back to reality in a cold sweat.

>You're laying in a hospital bed, although not a patient.

>Well, I suppose you are, but not this version of you. Not future you, or is it present you.

>Oh god time travel is confusing. You make a note to beat some sense into twilight if you don't succeed with your plans.

>Ponies shouldn't mess with time. I think this is now a given.

>you stretch your back, hearing an audible crack as you get off the hospital bed.

>You begin to recall the events of today.

>Rainbow dash and Fluttershy are going to come by later.

>Then... That's right, they go to get you lunch and you get the pills and...

>FUCKING FLUTTERSHY!

>Rage begins to seethe out of you as you create a new plan.

>Priority one, stop Fluttershy from getting lunch to you.

>Priority two, die.

>Seems like a legit plan, let get cracking anon.

>Just as you're about to get going on your quest to Fluttershys you feel your stomach rumbling.

>New plan. Priority one, food.

>Might as well go and see pinkie pie for some breakfast. Even if she is a forth wall breaking demon that will probably one day feast on your soul.

 

>If there was an initiation for ninja's then this should be it.

>You move like Sam fisher and manage to escape the hospital without anyone seeing you.

>Gazing upon the sky you hazard a guess that it's roughly 10am.

>That gives you an hour before Dash and Fluttershy come to see you at the hospital.

>Ponyville had already sprung into life at this point and people were busy trading and going about their day.

>This only makes things harder. You're the only human. If people see you out of hospital they'll ask questions.

>Sticking to the back alleys is the only thing you can do. It doesn't help that your stomach is making more noise than your feet.

>After ten minutes of slyly dodging ponies you finally reach sugar cube corner.

>Before you can reach out to the door it swings open and pinkie is stood behind it with a grin on her face.

>"Hey Anon, Want some more cupcakes?" She hold out a cupcake in each hand.

>Even in a land with "Magic" this shit is reality breaking.

"I..- How the fuck did you know I was going to be here?"

>"My left front leg switched, my mane puffed up and my nose scrunched."

>...

>...

>...

"what?"

>"I saaaid. 'My left front leg switched, my ma-"

"No no, I heard what you said. I meant, what the fucking actual."

>"It's my pinkie sense!"

"Pinkie what?"

>She bursts out into fits of laughter.  Falling to the floor, apparently you're an idiot for not knowing.

>"My pinkie sense, it lets me know when things are going to happen."

>You know what, you don't even want to know anymore. Nothing in this world makes any sense.

 

>You spend the next thirty or so minutes eating cupcakes and listening to the rambling of a pink pony.

>At least you won't die hungry now. You thank pinkie pie and leave. You're almost certain she didn't even notice you leaving.

>Stand out back of sugar cube corner you ponder the best way to stop Fluttershy from ruining your death.

>Well, pinkie seems to not care about time travel. Maybe Fluttershy will be the same? I could just distract her?

>You make your way over to her cottage. You've never been inside it before.

>Hell you only know where it is because it's just down the road from your house.

>Like a shadow you slip into the house undetected.  That is until a carrot hits your head.

>Looking down you notice the angriest bunny rabbit you've ever seen.

>It pulls a pose like some sort of shaolin monk. This bunny isn't seriously about to tr-

>Before the thought can be finish twenty tons of hurt is laid upon the side of your head

>You go flying to your right straight into the wooden arch of the cottage.

>You regain composure and manage to dodge another oncoming attack.

>You could probably allow this bunny to beat you to death.

>Although there is no way, in Earth or Equestria, that your death will be at the paws of a, fluffy, white, bunny rabbit.

 

>He leaps again. With reflex's that could rival a praying mantis you grab the bunny out of mid air and slam it to the ground.

"TOUCHDOWN!!!"

>The imaginary crowd goes wild! Six points to Anon!

>Your "Victory" is short lived as you're floored by the pure white ball of hate and anger.

>You receive pound after pound to the face. You hear a distinct snap in your nose and see a stream of crimson fly across the room.

>You're sure a capillary in your eye has burst as vision through your right eye turns a slow red. No wait. That's just pure rage.

>ENOUGH FROM THIS MOTHER FUCKER! SOMEONE'S ABOUT TO BECOME DOG CHAOW!

>With the righteous fury known only by those that reach it you grab the rabbit by his throat and choke with a force that could crush diamond.

>The rabbit struggles to no avail as you watch it slowly begin to slip from the conscious world.

>Your revenge would be swift. It would be without mercy. It would b-

>The door to the cottage begins to open. Flinging the rabbit out the window with the momentum of an orbital cannon you get to the floor.

>Time to play it off the bat. You didn't have time to prepare anything. You lay with your eyes closed, waiting.

 

>You hear a gasp and the frantic pitter patter of hooves coming towards you.

>Marshmallowy hooves begin to tap you in the chest.

>"Anon!? Anon!? Wake up Anon!"  You're about to stir awake when you get slapped in the face by a hoof

"Fuck!"

>Fluttershy jumps back from your reaction as you hold your face. Quick Anon, get back into the act.

"Fl-Fluttershy?... Is that you?"

>"Y-Yes, It's me An-" before you can allow her to finish you lurch forward and throw yourself into an embrace.

>If your heart hadn't been torn out by the harshness of your old life the *meep* produced from Fluttershy would have melted it.

"It worked... It actually worked!"

>you gripped Fluttershy tighter as you faked the manliest tears that you'd ever seen.

>Fluttershy seeing that you're distraught just comforts you. Allowing the embrace to continue.

>It's her nature after all, from what you can tell.

"Thank Go-Celestia it's really you...."

>"Anon, what happened?"

 

"I come from a horrible future Fluttershy... One that only you can save."

>"You're from my?"

"That right flutters. It's the distant future and the land has been ravaged. That's not important though."

>"It's... Not?"

"Fluttershy... I-I Couldn't save you... I'm sorry flutters. I love you. Always know that."

>She seems surprisingly receptive to all of this. Clearly these ponies had no concept of deception.

>She wraps here hooves around you and pulls you into a tight hug. Accepting everything you just said.

>You both spend the next ten or so minutes sitting in each other's comfort.

>This is good, if you can keep this up, within 40 minutes your past self should be dead.

>"... So how does it happen?" Fluttershy gazes into your eyes, searching your very soul.

"How does what happen?"

>"H-How do I make you love me?"  Her voice barely a whimper at this point.

>This actually catches you off guard.  You didn't actually have a plan for this.

"Well.. You err... Guessed... My fetish!"

>Guessed my fetish? What the fuck is that?

>"I-Is time travel your fetish?"

>Suddenly it's as if your jimmies from all moments in time are rustled.

>Anon, you have no idea what hell you've just unleashed upon yourself.

 

>Before anything else can be said or done there's a knock at the door, followed shortly by a voice.

>"Come on Fluttershy, We don't want to keep Anon waiting."  

>Before Fluttershy can look up to you you'd already vanished to the back of the house.

>There was no way anyone else should know that you had come back in time.

>Fluttershy gives what you can only assume is a half hearted shrug before grabbing something off her kitchen work surface and leaving.

>Must be your lunch. You need to try and head her off to the hospital and stop her before it's too late.

>Diving out of a window in the back of the cottage you land on a small white ball of fluff.

>Rapidly getting up you notice it's the unconscious form of a rabbit. You may be in a rush, but you have time for this.

>You back up slightly facing the cottage and break out into a sprint before pelting the rabbit with your right foot as hard as you can.

>You could swear you heard several cracking noises as it flew into the window of the cottage. Fucking maniacal rabbits.

>Time to run like a Kenyan racing a shazbot.

>Through some miracle you manage to retain stealth during the run. The hospital is in your field of vision now.

>You start running for a window on the bottom floor. You get close, get ready to jump. OH SHIT!

>The window's still closed although it's too late to stop. You can only watch in slow motion as you make your way closer to the window.

>This is going to hurt. You brace yourself to be showered in a torrent of glass.

>Only inches away you see a pink blur go to the window and open it. Everything slows down to an extremity.

 

>As you fly through the now open window Pinkie Pie is stood there giving the largest shit eating grin you've ever seen.

>"Hiya Anon! Come to sugar cube corner later, I've got a surprise for you!"

>What?

>Time finally catches up with reality and you fall to the shiny surface of the hospital floor.

>Spinning around you notice the window is shut and Pinkie Pie is nowhere to be seen.

>That entire event took less than a second, just how the fuck is that mare so fast.

>It would seem Pinkie knew just how to over rustle your jimmies.

>You just sit on the floor, collecting your thoughts.

>"Uh... Anon?

"Yes brain?"

>"Suicide?"

"Just, Gimmie a second."

>"I'm just saying, time's wasti-"

"I said, give me a FUCKING second."

>"Whoah, ok man,  chill out!"

>It's a shame you're only suicidal, otherwise you would kill twilight for this fuckery.

>Picking yourself off the floor your train of thought is interrupted by the wailing of the patient that you'd just woken up.

"Oh god, here we go."

>Meanwhile, in  another room.

...

>Praise the deity of your choice, they're gone.

>You sit, staring at the ceiling for some time before the nurses wheel a cart into the room and check up on you.

>They look at the back of your head and write something down on a clipboard.

 

>Before they can leave with the cart they hear a yelling from another room and rush out. Leaving the cart next to your bed.

>You rock you head towards the cart unenthusiastically.  In bold writing on the side of a bottle it read "PAINKILLERS".

>Clearly they had no concept of subtlety. Although this gets you thinking. Painkillers, for small horses.

>You reach out to the bottle and snatch it quickly before the nurses return, hiding it under your pillow.

>The nurses return after having dealt with the incident in the other room. They eye you again before taking off.

...

>"HELP ME! SOMEONE'S TRYING TO STEAL MY SLIPPERS!"

"Shut up! I'm not trying to steal you're slippers! I just want-"

>Before you can finish you're confronted by the two most surprised looking nurses you've ever seen.

>BAIL OUT!

>You spin on the spot and launch yourself at the window, forgetting that it was still closed.

>Pinkie Pie, if there was ever a time to prove that you wasn't an evil demon. This would be it.

>Time slows down again as you inch closer and closer to the window. Sure enough...

>The window stays closed and get a full face of glass. Time resumes it's normal thing as you hit the grassy ground beneath you with a thud.

"FUCK!"

>Jumping up you hide in the tree line. Leaving two stunned nurses and once screaming patient behind.

 

>Many of the hospitals guards are scattered around the area searching.

>There was no way you was going to get in now. It's already been about 20 minutes since you escaped.

>Speak of the devil, you notice a crying Fluttershy rushing out of the hospital.

>Crushing despair runs cold through your veins as you realize this means you've failed, AGAIN!

>You seriously can't catch a break. It's as if the universe conspires against you.

>Well only one thing left to do now. You ready yourself and begin to walk to the outskirts of town.

>'Guess I'm off to the Everfree forest.'

>Thanks to Fluttershy you know all about the 'Horrible Monsters' that live in the everfree.

>Surely one of them could help you with your problem. It might be a little bit more painful that you had hoped.

>But fuck it, you're not going to care once you're dead.

>You reach the forest and begin to walk deeper and deeper into the rough.

>You get halfway into the forest before a blinding light flash's in your vision for all of a second before you can see again.

>Looking around you notice you're still in the forest although it's nearly pitch black. It's night.

>It only takes a minute to realize that was the same light that happened when you was thrown into the past.

>By reasonable deduction you guess that you're now back in the correct timeline. Nothing to fret over.

>You bend down and pick up a stick, using a piece of flint to set it alight.

>Before you can even raise it to see in the pitch black that represented your soul, you're thrown to the ground.

 

>Atop of you, a snarling wooden wolf. That's fine. In fact, that's better than fine. That's perfect.

>You close your eyes as the timber wolf wraps it's jaws around your neck.

>You don't know much about human anatomy, but you know having your throat ripped out is a death sentence.

>You can feel the cold wooden splinters for teeth begin to grip into your neck.

>Not quite as peaceful as you'd hope, but at least it doesn't look like suicide.

>You welcome the following sensations, regaining your sense of jubilation.

>You feel the wooden wolf suddenly jerk.

>Then, you feel... nothing...