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In progress/unfinished stories will be posted and updated here.
These stories are mostly unproofed and unedited, read at your own discretion.
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Spontaneous Twilicorn Story (Line 21)
About: It's just as the title says. Less than spontaneous now, however.
Leaving (Line 84)
About: More or less the would-be ending for the Spontaneous Twilicorn Story.
The Donor (Line 131)
About: Twilight creates Anonymous with her own intentions.
Return to Sender (Line 152)
About: Anon pls go.
*Because of You (Line 196)
About: Rainbow says something to Anon while drunk.
Not-So Q&A (Line 228) [Not a story]
About: I ask myself questions and answer them.
*Added on Aug. 16, 2013.
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Spontaneous Twilicorn Story
>Yes, you had a crush on Twilight Sparkle.
>Maybe it was her looks that had enticed you.
>It could have been her intelligence.
>Or perhaps, it was because she was unlike any pony you had ever met in this world full of those creatures.
>Despite her bookishness, she was an open and kind mare.
>She had a certain sophistication about her yet at the same time it was not completely alienating.
>Yet you could not stop yourself from being intimated.
>After a number of months, you finally built up the courage to ask her out.
>All of the normal excuses had passed through your mind.
>She’s out of your league.
>You’re out of her league.
>She’ll never say yes to the only member of a foreign species.
>But she did.
>Twilight Sparkle said yes.
>Those regular library visits had not been in vain.
>And so, you spent the following time preparing for your date.
>You were determined to start a relationship with her.
>Even if the date didn’t go well, maybe the two of you could just continue on as friends.
>Yeah, you were kind of a nervous wreck.
>But there was no time to be a beta faggot, you had a date to get ready for.
>You had a new pair of some more ‘formal’ attire made just for the occasion.
>The perfect restaurant in town had been chosen and your reservations were made and ready.
>It was going to be a wonderful night, and you were going to be ready for it.
>But oh, that Twilight Sparkle…
>She just had to go and become a fucking princess.
>Seriously, what the hell was up with that?
>It just came out of nowhere for you.
>Who knew the princess could just create other alicorns?
>Whatever, those pointless details didn’t matter.
>The point is it fucked everything over for you.
>Once Twilight became an alicorn, she moved to the castle in Canterlot immediately.
>And that was that.
>You were just left there, waiting for a date that wasn’t even in town anymore.
>It made you feel more than just embarrassed when you left that restaurant.
>After asking around town you’d learned about what happened.
>About everything.
>Twilight becoming a princess.
>Her moving to Canterlot.
>The coronation you weren’t even invited to.
>That probably hurt the most.
>And the confusion it sprung was poisonous
>But you two still had to be friends, right?
>Sometimes, you wondered…
>You hoped that you’d hear from her, but a week your fear of just being forgotten completely overtook you.
>That’s why you had boarded the express train to Canterlot, and were currently headed there right now.
>No more sitting around, you had to be the one to pursue this relationship.
>Maybe you really did have that big of a crush on her, or maybe you were that desperate for someone.
>Either way, you were bringing the situation back to her attention.
>Of course this wasn’t entirely about a missed date.
>Twilight and you had been pretty good friends before all this.
>She had played a vital role in your life adjustments.
>Perhaps it was then that you realized you harbored feelings for her.
>When she said yes, you were certain she shared those same feelings.
>Yet here you are, alone on a train to Canterlot, chasing after a mare that left without a single word.
>Not a single notice.
>Why hadn’t anypony bothered to tell you?
>Why hadn’t you been invited to that damn coronation?
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Leaving
>The air hung still in the air, holding with it a specific heaviness.
>Shallow puddles reflected the clouds on the streets, their grays bleeding into each other.
>Sounds filled the air: common chit-chat, friendly laughter, the stepping of hooves, even the quietest of hushed whispers met your ears, yet they were not welcomed in.
>You gave no heed to the noise or to the passing glances that stayed in your direction.
>Let them stare and wonder.
>It was solely you and her as you walked down the station platform.
>Twilight Sparkle, you, and the silence that connected the two of you.
>The dreariness was yours, or perhaps yours was the dreariness instead.
>All the waiting was agonizing; you did not believe patience to be a virtue.
>But the inevitable had come, and every due realization had come upon you.
>Just at that time, a whistle sounded out, blowing smoke from its opening.
>Minutes remained; perhaps even less time than that was left.
>Many of the ponies began their movements towards the train cars.
>Yet you turned away, but not from which you would have liked.
>You stood, head tilted ever so slightly towards your dear acquaintance.
>It's the title you found most appropriate after all that had transpired.
>As always, she opened her mouth first to speak, yet she found that the words would not come.
>For you however, it had finally become easy to move your mouth.
>Every due realization had come upon you.
>You knew the words, and the reasons for which you would say them.
“This is goodbye then.”
>The words passed through plainly in an attempt to not let your emotions pass through.
>“Anonymous… you don’t have to leave.”
>Her words were still coated with the remains of every apology she had offered upon you in the past number of days.
“Twilight, I need to go home, back to Ponyville.”
>Perhaps there was truth in your words, but she wouldn’t accept them.
>“Anon, please… why are you going?”
>Because you’re not the same anymore.
>You’re not the mare I…
“It’s just… not working. Us.”
>She challenged your words further.
>"So after one little mistake you're already deciding we're incompatible?"
>Even though you knew you still didn't want to admit it.
"Twilight…"
>"Tell me the truth Anonymous."
"You've changed."
>"What do you mean I've changed?"
"You're not the mare I knew, at least… it doesn't seem that way."
>"Anonymous, you can't be serious."
>You were certain.
>"So what? Now that I have wings I'm a different pony than when I didn't?
"It's much more than that Twilight."
"You're a princess now,
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The Donor
>Walking briskly through the halls of Canterlot Castle, the young princess was lost in her thoughts.
>Her shoes tapping against the marble floor reverberated throughout the corridors.
>There was a slight falter in her steps and a tenseness had seized her.
>She was going to try something extraordinary today.
>Normally, she’d be excited about such an experience, yet for this experiment in particular, she was nervous.
>Not only did she not want to explain herself, she didn’t want to be found out at all.
>Turning a corner, she was moving for her room, the place she’d feel most safe.
>A quick visit to the Canterlot archives provided the information she needed.
>Research was something she was most skilled at, and she had taken no liberties.
>Today, Twilight Sparkle was very nervous.
>After all, she was going to create life.
>It’s Funny how doing something so astronomically wrong can make one so paranoid.
>Another look over her shoulder and the alicorn princess can once again confirm she is not being followed.
>Of course there was no reason to think anyone suspected her, it was only natural to worry.
>All she needed to do was make it to her room.
>The rest of the components had already been assembled; the only thing missing was her and her magic.
>Normally a trip which was so casual was now one that resulted in large paranoia.
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Return to Sender
>It was another fine day in Ponyville, more than fine actually. You'd found that just about every single day in Equestria was gorgeous since the pegasi controlled the weather. You couldn't have asked to be sent to a more serene place.
>Not that you had asked in the first place anyways.
>You had just finished up your errands in the marketplace. They weren't really your errands though, Twilight had asked you to go out and fetch some things that she needed. It wasn't like you would just say no to her, you felt obligated to do any menial task she asked you to. She deserved it after all she'd done for you, and you didn't know if she realized it.
>As you made your way across town the ponies of Ponyville would wave and say hello to you. You were the residential oddity after all, so they had been naturally curious. A human amongst sentient ponies was no ordinary occurrence, but somehow eventually they treated it as one.
>You’re name was Anonymous, and there wasn’t much of a story to be told. You remembered being at the apartment you lived in, doing nothing of interest. Suddenly there were ponies everywhere, and you had been brought before the princesses. That was a fun two months of learning about Equestrian history and society whilst overcoming the realization that you would never be returning home. It always seemed to bother Celestia more than you.
>Then you had decided that you needed to get out of Canterlot Castle and see Equestria for yourself. Things had become too complicated back there for you…
>Four and a half months later you were still in Ponyville living in the residence of one Twilight Sparkle, Princess Celestia's personal student. That was why she had chosen for you to go to Ponyville when you requested admittance from the palace. Celestia knew you would be well kept in her student’s care.
>You tightened your grip on the bag and continued through town taking a left turn. Thinking about back then isn’t something you like to do for too long.
>You just had to think about happier things.
>You had managed to get along with Twilight Sparkle really well. At least it felt that way. If you had been a nuisance to her you’re sure she would’ve kicked you out of her place months ago.
>She had taken the liberty to introduce you to all of her friends as well. It certainly made settling down easier for you.
>They were all alright, but man could they tire you out easily.
>Rarity was the kindest pony you’d ever met. That didn’t mean much considering the small amount of ponies you knew, but she was definitely more generous than any humans you had known before.
>Fluttershy was so damn quiet, you didn’t know what to think of a pony you’d never had a real conversation with before. She was supposedly really kind though, but you always thought it was because she was a pushover.
>Rainbow Dash was awesome, no doubt about it. She was a real bro and all, but damn if she couldn’t be stubborn or irritating in her own right sometimes.
>Pinkie Pie, oh man Pinkie Pie. You’d learned not to expose yourself to her presence more than was absolutely necessary. She did no good things for your brain. Whether it was her never ending sentences or how she constantly broke the laws of physics she always found a way to make you say “what” in a different manner than you had ever said it before.
>And then there was Twilight…
>The change in thinking material had helped pass time. It felt odd giving yourself all of this exposition. The road had now widened out into a circular clearing; the library was right in front of you.
>The library itself was an old giant tree that had been hollowed out. Not your first choice in building design but you thought it was pretty cool nonetheless.
>You grasped the bags with your left hand, freeing your right. Moving your hand to the doorknob you turned it to open the door, you didn't need to knock.
>Pushing the door open you stepped into the library. Unsurprisingly, nothing had changed since you left. The main room was empty, Twilight was most likely upstairs.
"Twilight, I'm back." you said loudly enough so that where ever she was she would hear you.
>With bags in tow and front door closed you made your way into the kitchen. You figured you would start putting the things you bought for Twilight away. Ponies had different preferences in food compared to you, they were pretty much miniature pastel Earth horses anyways. Dietary changes were another trial you had to go through to settle in Equestria. You managed so far.
>As you were putting the food items away you heard the tapping of hooves, Twilight was probably coming downstairs now. You turned to see her come into view through the kitchen doorway; her head was down as she approached the kitchen's entrance.
"Hey." you said turning back around and putting your attention onto the things that needed to be put away. The hoofsteps stopped, and she finally spoke up.
>"Anonymous,” her voice was slow, “she- Celestia, she- finally did it. She found you a way home."
>Whatever canned good you were holding in your hand was on the floor in seconds. You slowly turned to face Twilight, processing what she had just said: that there was a way for you to go home.
>Your eyes were open wide in surprise. You thought the princess gave up long ago on trying to send you back to Earth. You thought there had been a mutual agreement that you would just spend your days in Equestria quietly with no trouble whatsoever. Why had she bothered to do this? How did she even do it?
“Oh, really?” was all you had finally managed to force out of your mouth. Twilight wasn’t having an easier time handling the situation.
>“Anonymous, you can finally go home. That- that’s great. Isn’t it?”
>Was it? Home. You could go home. But why? You’re happier here, life’s been better to you. It was a fresh start and you loved it. Or you thought you did. What are you thinking? Of course you do.
>You needed to calm down. Think logically Anon, Princess Celestia wasn’t going to force you to go back to Earth and she couldn’t anyways. Well, actually, she could, but that didn’t matter.
“Well, uh, I guess,” You were fumbling over your words; there was something you had to make clear to Twilight though, “but I don’t want to leave. I already left one life behind, it’s not worth picking back up again if I’m going to lose another.” Yeah, that sounded like it got the point across.
>Twilight’s eyes looked over away from you. What could she possibly be worried about? Soon she looked back to you and said, “Anon, you… You can’t stay here.” She had been unable to keep her eyes fixed on you and they trailed to the floor.
“Where? In Equestria? Why not?” You started questioning Twilight. This was not going anywhere good fast.
>”No,” she started answering, “here, in the library with me. You have to go back to your world.”
>Like hell you did.
“Like hell I do. You can’t force me to go back! Why can’t I stay? Are you sick of me?” She wouldn’t face you, “give me an answer Twi!” You were determined to sort and this mess and figure everything out.
>Her gaze made its way back to you again. You narrowed your eyes at her and she winced in response.
“Twilight, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I’m not leaving.”
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Because of You
>The night is cool and crisp, perfect for a late night walk around town.
>Most stragglers have returned to their homes for the night, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
>You quite preferred it this way, personal time was something you didn't get a lot of these days.
>For no reason you had found yourself by the Ponyville bar, and much to your bad luck the doors were kicked right open as you started to walk past.
>There's some shouting and cursing, looking over at the spectacle you see somepony getting thrown out into the street.
>That's when you recognize her.
>Rainbow Dash, out for another late night of drinking most likely, and things did not seem to be going her way tonight.
> It's at this moment you have to decide whether or not to help her...
>Again.
>Her grumbling s loud and she's making a symphony of other unintelligible noises.
>Stopping in your tracks you look her over.
>It's a pity the slump she's gotten herself into really.
>You sigh and mentally prep yourself for another night of drunk-sitting.
"Get kicked out again?"
>"Dose morons dunno who their messin wif!"
"Right..."
>Rainbow gets up from the ground and dusts herself off.
>She's a little wobbly on the hooves, as is to be expected.
>This conversation is going to go nowhere fast.
>Skipping a few steps ahead you get straight to point.
"Too drunk to get back to your house?"
>"Issat a challenge?"
>You don't care to find out if she can or not, as far as you're concerned she's given you your answer.
"Come on, you're going back to my place."
>"Thanks Anon, Ikun always count on you."
>Unfortunately so.
>You solemnly gesture for her to follow, and she does so, trying her best to keep steady.
>Nobody else is out right now thankfully; you'd rather not be seen.
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Not-So Q&A
Q: What does 'VisiTi' mean?
A: Visitation Time.
Q: Why does 'Days' have its own paste?
A: Because hindsight.
Q: More OPC when?
A: When I stop being a faggot.
Q: Were you that one drawfag that promised art?
A: Yes.
Q: What art?
A: This art: http://imgur.com/a/TncA4
Q: More art when?
A: When I stop being a faggot.
Q: You suck.
A: Thank you.
Q: How do I contact you?
A: Why the fuck would you want to do that? Anyways, you can yell at me here: [email protected]
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In progress/unfinished stories will be posted and updated here.
These stories are mostly unproofed and unedited, read at your own discretion.

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Spontaneous Twilicorn Story (Line 21)
	About: It's just as the title says. Less than spontaneous now, however.
Leaving (Line 84)
	About: More or less the would-be ending for the Spontaneous Twilicorn Story.
The Donor (Line 131)
	About: Twilight creates Anonymous with her own intentions.
Return to Sender (Line 152)
	About: Anon pls go.
*Because of You (Line 196)
	About: Rainbow says something to Anon while drunk.
Not-So Q&A (Line 228) [Not a story]
	About: I ask myself questions and answer them.

*Added on Aug. 16, 2013.

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Spontaneous Twilicorn Story

>Yes, you had a crush on Twilight Sparkle.
>Maybe it was her looks that had enticed you.
>It could have been her intelligence.
>Or perhaps, it was because she was unlike any pony you had ever met in this world full of those creatures.
>Despite her bookishness, she was an open and kind mare.
>She had a certain sophistication about her yet at the same time it was not completely alienating.
>Yet you could not stop yourself from being intimated.
>After a number of months, you finally built up the courage to ask her out.
>All of the normal excuses had passed through your mind.
>She’s out of your league.
>You’re out of her league.
>She’ll never say yes to the only member of a foreign species.
>But she did.
>Twilight Sparkle said yes.
>Those regular library visits had not been in vain.
>And so, you spent the following time preparing for your date.
>You were determined to start a relationship with her.
>Even if the date didn’t go well, maybe the two of you could just continue on as friends.
>Yeah, you were kind of a nervous wreck.
>But there was no time to be a beta faggot, you had a date to get ready for.
>You had a new pair of some more ‘formal’ attire made just for the occasion.
>The perfect restaurant in town had been chosen and your reservations were made and ready.
>It was going to be a wonderful night, and you were going to be ready for it.
>But oh, that Twilight Sparkle…
>She just had to go and become a fucking princess.

>Seriously, what the hell was up with that?
>It just came out of nowhere for you.
>Who knew the princess could just create other alicorns?
>Whatever, those pointless details didn’t matter.
>The point is it fucked everything over for you.
>Once Twilight became an alicorn, she moved to the castle in Canterlot immediately.
>And that was that.
>You were just left there, waiting for a date that wasn’t even in town anymore.
>It made you feel more than just embarrassed when you left that restaurant.
>After asking around town you’d learned about what happened.
>About everything.
>Twilight becoming a princess.
>Her moving to Canterlot.
>The coronation you weren’t even invited to.
>That probably hurt the most.
>And the confusion it sprung was poisonous
>But you two still had to be friends, right?
>Sometimes, you wondered…
>You hoped that you’d hear from her, but a week your fear of just being forgotten completely overtook you.
>That’s why you had boarded the express train to Canterlot, and were currently headed there right now.
>No more sitting around, you had to be the one to pursue this relationship.
>Maybe you really did have that big of a crush on her, or maybe you were that desperate for someone.
>Either way, you were bringing the situation back to her attention.
>Of course this wasn’t entirely about a missed date.
>Twilight and you had been pretty good friends before all this.
>She had played a vital role in your life adjustments.
>Perhaps it was then that you realized you harbored feelings for her.
>When she said yes, you were certain she shared those same feelings.

>Yet here you are, alone on a train to Canterlot, chasing after a mare that left without a single word.
>Not a single notice.
>Why hadn’t anypony bothered to tell you?
>Why hadn’t you been invited to that damn coronation?

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Leaving

>The air hung still in the air, holding with it a specific heaviness.
>Shallow puddles reflected the clouds on the streets, their grays bleeding into each other.
>Sounds filled the air: common chit-chat, friendly laughter, the stepping of hooves, even the quietest of hushed whispers met your ears, yet they were not welcomed in.
>You gave no heed to the noise or to the passing glances that stayed in your direction.
>Let them stare and wonder.
>It was solely you and her as you walked down the station platform.
>Twilight Sparkle, you, and the silence that connected the two of you.
>The dreariness was yours, or perhaps yours was the dreariness instead.
>All the waiting was agonizing; you did not believe patience to be a virtue.
>But the inevitable had come, and every due realization had come upon you.
>Just at that time, a whistle sounded out, blowing smoke from its opening.
>Minutes remained; perhaps even less time than that was left.
>Many of the ponies began their movements towards the train cars.
>Yet you turned away, but not from which you would have liked.
>You stood, head tilted ever so slightly towards your dear acquaintance.
>It's the title you found most appropriate after all that had transpired.
>As always, she opened her mouth first to speak, yet she found that the words would not come.
>For you however, it had finally become easy to move your mouth.
>Every due realization had come upon you.
>You knew the words, and the reasons for which you would say them.
“This is goodbye then.”
>The words passed through plainly in an attempt to not let your emotions pass through.
>“Anonymous… you don’t have to leave.”
>Her words were still coated with the remains of every apology she had offered upon you in the past number of days.
“Twilight, I need to go home, back to Ponyville.”
>Perhaps there was truth in your words, but she wouldn’t accept them.
>“Anon, please… why are you going?”
>Because you’re not the same anymore.
>You’re not the mare I…
“It’s just… not working. Us.”
>She challenged your words further.
>"So after one little mistake you're already deciding we're incompatible?"
>Even though you knew you still didn't want to admit it.
"Twilight…"
>"Tell me the truth Anonymous."
"You've changed."
>"What do you mean I've changed?"
"You're not the mare I knew, at least… it doesn't seem that way."
>"Anonymous, you can't be serious."
>You were certain.
>"So what? Now that I have wings I'm a different pony than when I didn't?
"It's much more than that Twilight."
"You're a princess now,

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The Donor

>Walking briskly through the halls of Canterlot Castle, the young princess was lost in her thoughts.
>Her shoes tapping against the marble floor reverberated throughout the corridors.
>There was a slight falter in her steps and a tenseness had seized her.
>She was going to try something extraordinary today.
>Normally, she’d be excited about such an experience, yet for this experiment in particular, she was nervous.
>Not only did she not want to explain herself, she didn’t want to be found out at all.
>Turning a corner, she was moving for her room, the place she’d feel most safe.
>A quick visit to the Canterlot archives provided the information she needed.
>Research was something she was most skilled at, and she had taken no liberties.
>Today, Twilight Sparkle was very nervous.
>After all, she was going to create life.
>It’s Funny how doing something so astronomically wrong can make one so paranoid.
>Another look over her shoulder and the alicorn princess can once again confirm she is not being followed.
>Of course there was no reason to think anyone suspected her, it was only natural to worry.
>All she needed to do was make it to her room.
>The rest of the components had already been assembled; the only thing missing was her and her magic.
>Normally a trip which was so casual was now one that resulted in large paranoia. 

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Return to Sender

>It was another fine day in Ponyville, more than fine actually. You'd found that just about every single day in Equestria was gorgeous since the pegasi controlled the weather. You couldn't have asked to be sent to a more serene place.
>Not that you had asked in the first place anyways.
>You had just finished up your errands in the marketplace. They weren't really your errands though, Twilight had asked you to go out and fetch some things that she needed. It wasn't like you would just say no to her, you felt obligated to do any menial task she asked you to. She deserved it after all she'd done for you, and you didn't know if she realized it.
>As you made your way across town the ponies of Ponyville would wave and say hello to you. You were the residential oddity after all, so they had been naturally curious. A human amongst sentient ponies was no ordinary occurrence, but somehow eventually they treated it as one.
>You’re name was Anonymous, and there wasn’t much of a story to be told. You remembered being at the apartment you lived in, doing nothing of interest. Suddenly there were ponies everywhere, and you had been brought before the princesses. That was a fun two months of learning about Equestrian history and society whilst overcoming the realization that you would never be returning home. It always seemed to bother Celestia more than you.
>Then you had decided that you needed to get out of Canterlot Castle and see Equestria for yourself. Things had become too complicated back there for you…
>Four and a half months later you were still in Ponyville living in the residence of one Twilight Sparkle, Princess Celestia's personal student. That was why she had chosen for you to go to Ponyville when you requested admittance from the palace. Celestia knew you would be well kept in her student’s care.
>You tightened your grip on the bag and continued through town taking a left turn. Thinking about back then isn’t something you like to do for too long.
>You just had to think about happier things.
>You had managed to get along with Twilight Sparkle really well. At least it felt that way. If you had been a nuisance to her you’re sure she would’ve kicked you out of her place months ago.
>She had taken the liberty to introduce you to all of her friends as well. It certainly made settling down easier for you. 
>They were all alright, but man could they tire you out easily.
>Rarity was the kindest pony you’d ever met. That didn’t mean much considering the small amount of ponies you knew, but she was definitely more generous than any humans you had known before.
>Fluttershy was so damn quiet, you didn’t know what to think of a pony you’d never had a real conversation with before. She was supposedly really kind though, but you always thought it was because she was a pushover.
>Rainbow Dash was awesome, no doubt about it. She was a real bro and all, but damn if she couldn’t be stubborn or irritating in her own right sometimes.
>Pinkie Pie, oh man Pinkie Pie. You’d learned not to expose yourself to her presence more than was absolutely necessary. She did no good things for your brain. Whether it was her never ending sentences or how she constantly broke the laws of physics she always found a way to make you say “what” in a different manner than you had ever said it before.
>And then there was Twilight…
>The change in thinking material had helped pass time. It felt odd giving yourself all of this exposition. The road had now widened out into a circular clearing; the library was right in front of you.
>The library itself was an old giant tree that had been hollowed out. Not your first choice in building design but you thought it was pretty cool nonetheless.
>You grasped the bags with your left hand, freeing your right. Moving your hand to the doorknob you turned it to open the door, you didn't need to knock.
>Pushing the door open you stepped into the library. Unsurprisingly, nothing had changed since you left. The main room was empty, Twilight was most likely upstairs.
"Twilight, I'm back." you said loudly enough so that where ever she was she would hear you.
>With bags in tow and front door closed you made your way into the kitchen. You figured you would start putting the things you bought for Twilight away. Ponies had different preferences in food compared to you, they were pretty much miniature pastel Earth horses anyways. Dietary changes were another trial you had to go through to settle in Equestria. You managed so far.
>As you were putting the food items away you heard the tapping of hooves, Twilight was probably coming downstairs now. You turned to see her come into view through the kitchen doorway; her head was down as she approached the kitchen's entrance.
"Hey." you said turning back around and putting your attention onto the things that needed to be put away. The hoofsteps stopped, and she finally spoke up.
>"Anonymous,” her voice was slow, “she- Celestia, she- finally did it. She found you a way home."
>Whatever canned good you were holding in your hand was on the floor in seconds. You slowly turned to face Twilight, processing what she had just said: that there was a way for you to go home.
>Your eyes were open wide in surprise. You thought the princess gave up long ago on trying to send you back to Earth. You thought there had been a mutual agreement that you would just spend your days in Equestria quietly with no trouble whatsoever. Why had she bothered to do this? How did she even do it?
“Oh, really?” was all you had finally managed to force out of your mouth. Twilight wasn’t having an easier time handling the situation.
>“Anonymous, you can finally go home. That- that’s great. Isn’t it?”
>Was it? Home. You could go home. But why? You’re happier here, life’s been better to you. It was a fresh start and you loved it. Or you thought you did. What are you thinking? Of course you do.
>You needed to calm down. Think logically Anon, Princess Celestia wasn’t going to force you to go back to Earth and she couldn’t anyways. Well, actually, she could, but that didn’t matter.
“Well, uh, I guess,” You were fumbling over your words; there was something you had to make clear to Twilight though, “but I don’t want to leave. I already left one life behind, it’s not worth picking back up again if I’m going to lose another.” Yeah, that sounded like it got the point across.
>Twilight’s eyes looked over away from you. What could she possibly be worried about? Soon she looked back to you and said, “Anon, you… You can’t stay here.” She had been unable to keep her eyes fixed on you and they trailed to the floor.
“Where? In Equestria? Why not?” You started questioning Twilight. This was not going anywhere good fast.
>”No,” she started answering, “here, in the library with me. You have to go back to your world.”
>Like hell you did.
“Like hell I do. You can’t force me to go back! Why can’t I stay? Are you sick of me?” She wouldn’t face you, “give me an answer Twi!” You were determined to sort and this mess and figure everything out.
>Her gaze made its way back to you again. You narrowed your eyes at her and she winced in response.
“Twilight, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I’m not leaving.”

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Because of You

>The night is cool and crisp, perfect for a late night walk around town.
>Most stragglers have returned to their homes for the night, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
>You quite preferred it this way, personal time was something you didn't get a lot of these days. 
>For no reason you had found yourself by the Ponyville bar, and much to your bad luck the doors were kicked right open as you started to walk past.
>There's some shouting and cursing, looking over at the spectacle you see somepony getting thrown out into the street.
 >That's when you recognize her.
>Rainbow Dash, out for another late night of drinking most likely, and things did not seem to be going her way tonight. 
> It's at this moment you have to decide whether or not to help her...
>Again. 
>Her grumbling s loud and she's making a symphony of other unintelligible noises.
>Stopping in your tracks you look her over.
>It's a pity the slump she's gotten herself into really.
>You sigh and mentally prep yourself for another night of drunk-sitting.
 "Get kicked out again?"
>"Dose morons dunno who their messin wif!"
"Right..."
>Rainbow gets up from the ground and dusts herself off.
>She's a little wobbly on the hooves, as is to be expected.
>This conversation is going to go nowhere fast.
>Skipping a few steps ahead you get straight to point.
"Too drunk to get back to your house?"
>"Issat a challenge?"
>You don't care to find out if she can or not, as far as you're concerned she's given you your answer.
"Come on, you're going back to my place."
>"Thanks Anon, Ikun always count on you."
>Unfortunately so.
>You solemnly gesture for her to follow, and she does so, trying her best to keep steady.
>Nobody else is out right now thankfully; you'd rather not be seen.

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Not-So Q&A

Q: What does 'VisiTi' mean?
A: Visitation Time.
Q: Why does 'Days' have its own paste?
A: Because hindsight.
Q: More OPC when?
A: When I stop being a faggot.
Q: Were you that one drawfag that promised art?
A: Yes.
Q: What art?
A: This art: http://imgur.com/a/TncA4
Q: More art when?
A: When I stop being a faggot.
Q: You suck.
A: Thank you.
Q: How do I contact you?
A: Why the fuck would you want to do that? Anyways, you can yell at me here: hospitalsandvisitationtime@gmail.com

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