Title:           Anon Tried to Kill Himself - Act II, part 2
Author:          Writefag_Roulette
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First Edit:      Thursday 25th of August 2016 01:10:41 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 25th of August 2016 01:10:41 PM CDT

Part 2: A Shitty Fucking Evening
 
>you don't know how the fuck this happened
>this is the second royal banquet hall in which you've sat down to a meal
>you feel fancy as hell
>you're pulled out of this thought when you hear someone reference you
>"Hey, Twily! You didn't say you were coming over. Who's your friend?"
>"Oh, um, Anon? He's just, uh, you know."
>the stocky, blue-haired chad pony apparently doesn't know
>he stares at Twilight to get her to make him know until it becomes apparent that she's unwilling to elaborate any further
>thanks for the glowing introduction, you purple bastard
>"Okay then. Well, Anon, I'm Shining Armor. Twilight's brother. It's nice to meet you."
>you intended to say something that didn't sound severely socially retarded
"Y-you too."
>but it just didn't come out that way
>fortunately, the important folks have much more important things to discuss as dinner is brought out on platters
>oh boy, various grasses and flowers
>de-fucking-licious
>Twilight is anxious to get down to business right away
>"So Cadance, care to explain why he's here?"
>in obvious reference to Sombra
>"He showed up a couple of weeks ago. We were going to banish him to the frozen wastes, but his mother pleaded with us to let him stay. He doesn't seem to have his dark powers anymore, so we put him on a sort of probation."
>"Cadance, that stallion is a war-criminal and a despot! Dark powers or not, he's too dangerous to just be let loose on the Crystal Empire."
>Sombra's mother butts in
>"He's a good boy! He's just always had a hard time ever since his father and I broke up. Conquering the Crystal Empire was just a cry for help!"
>she's talking about a grown ass adult like he's a little boy
>Sombra himself doesn't seem to care about the apparent slight, busying himself with the arrangement of the blue flower petals on his plate
>Cadance puts out another case for Sombra
>"Twilight, don't be so quick to judge Sombra. It's my understanding that you're good friends with at least one war criminal and attempted despot yourself."
>"W-well, Discord is more Fluttershy's friend than mine…"
>fucking Discord
>what kind of cuck nation lets multiple would-be-conquerers walk around free within its borders?
>aw shit they're bringing out the deserts now
>it looks like something you can digest this time
>brownies next to hot coacoa
>awww yeeee
>the princesses continue their discussion, ignoring the bountiful cache laid out on the table
>only you and Sombra go to grab any
>unfortunately, your hand finds its way onto one brownie that Sombra has already magic'd
>"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
>you don't fucking know how this happened
>you're under heavy fire from brownie projectiles
>general quarters, general quarters, all hands man your battle stations
>warning status: red
>you're normally too much of a beta pushover to get mad
>but this is too fucking much
>you attempt to beat the shit out of the little shit
>perhaps fortunately for you, you find yourself whisked away to another room in a bright flash of purple
>Twilight is glaring daggers at you
>"ANON"
>time to get bitched at, son