Title:           Just (Be)Cause - Chapter 1
Author:          lulzies
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First Edit:      Saturday 5th of May 2012 02:26:21 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 9th of April 2015 07:24:42 PM CDT

2
 
>You wake up before sunrise.
>You take a quick shower, get dressed, and go for a morning walk.
>You seat yourself under the big apple tree on a small hill, watching the horizon.
>The sky is dark blue, and a hue of orange light shimmering through the clouds.
>The cool air is soft on your face, you enjoy moments like this.
>”Anon, you up?” Applejack calls.
>You immediately recognize her voice, which has this southern accent on it.
>You turn to Applejack, already getting to work.
>”Sure, yeah.”
>You stand, and walk over to the pony.
>She hands you the basket, which you set down around the trees.
>Soon, she’s bucking away, filling the apple baskets.
>You simply move the apples into the cellar and back.
>If there is a bad apple, throw it out.
>If it’s good, color-code it.
>Rinse, repeat.
 
>Sooner or later, your job is done for the day.
>Then you walk Applebloom to school.
>You watch over the little filly, do stuff in town, and get back home.
>You might spend the day selling apples in the market with Applejack.
>You tried revolutionizing the apple business once.
>That did NOT turn out well.
>The town had to deal with killer apples for a week.
>Both Twilight and you agree that that was the best experiment ever through.
>You sit on your bench again, before you notice the rotting smell of dead pony.
>You look around, seeing no pony.
>You jump back into the clearing, looking over.
>The rot definitely set in by now.
>You ponder on the choice of moving the body at night- risking the surprise of the whole populace or- just ignore it.
>Being the no-fucks-given guy you are- you just find a new bench.
>New-favorite bench now acquired.
>It hasn’t even been an hour yet, and you notice a bookish pony approaching you.
>Twilight.
>”Oh, hey, Anon. Still taking care of Applebloom?” She takes a seat next to you.
>”Yep.”
>”So, Anon- I still got questions on that theory you proposed yesterday-“
>”Uh- huh?”
>”And I just wanted you to come over and test it out.”
>You nod.
>”Cool.”
>Twilight swifts nervously, before heading off.
>Odd. Usually, she’s more talkative.
>While your eyes take in the view of the town that is Ponyville, you spot a pink fluff creeping about.
>Oh no.
>You get up to your battle stance.
>You crouch a little, looking about.
>From your left, Pinkie jumps to you.
>The two of you yell out a war cry, and attack each other.
>Both of your foam fingers are now in cross.
 
>”Seems like I’ve underestimated you- *young* one.”
>”That will be the last mistake today, master.” The pink pony has two streaks of face paint over its cheeks.
>With a yell, she breaks the cross, raising the finger high.
>You saw this coming.
>You tilt your finger to the right, blocking the strike.
>The two of you slide away.
>You are standing erect, foam finger shot upwards.
>You aim at the pony and say;
>”Bang.”
 
>With another cry, the pony lashes out, much more aggressively.
>You have a harder time blocking away her attack now.
>The flurries of swings have definitely improved over time.
>But not enough.
>You strike at the right moment, poking the pony’s chest.
>Pinkie freezes, before falling to the ground, shaking.
>You smirk.
>She gets up and faces you.
>Both of you bow.
 
>”Pinkie, for the last time, I don’t want ninja-pony battles.”
>”But its f-u-n! You like fun, don’t you anon?”
>”Yes, but without the ninja part.”
>Both of you eye each other.
>Both of you share a good laugh.
>”Good round today, Pinkie.”
>”You play quite well- master.”
>You swear there is a Chinese gong going off in the background.
>You smile proudly, and high-five her.
>”So Anon, we’re having a party tonight, you coming?”
>”A Pinkie party? I don’t know, I’m too soft-core for that.”
>”You, soft-core? Phulease!”
>You scrunch your face and draw closer.
>”Remember that time Rainbow spiked the drink?” You whisper.
>Both of you give a horrified expression and stare into the background.
>She leans in closer.
>”Jesus christ how horrifying.”
 
>”So is that a yes?”
>”Pfft, yeah, definitely.”
 
>Soon enough, Applebloom is done with school.
>You walk her home, drop her off with her friends, and set off again.
>You soon find yourself in Twilight’s library.
>You knock silently, and soon answered by that curious unicorn you always knew.
>”Oh hey, Anon. Just getting ready.”
>You ponder for a minute.
>You really couldn’t care less.
>You come in, taking a seat on a corner somewhere.
 
>”You can take off your jacket, Anon.
>You look down to your trusty grey jacket.
>”Nah, I’m fine.” You shake your head.
>Twilight simply shrugs, and brings forth several chemical flasks.
 
>”Now, last time you showed me to mix these two, we had a similar reaction to test number-“
>You hold a small flask in your hands.
>The contents glow in an eerie green glow.
>”Wow! I never saw that before! Where did you get it?”
>You scrunch your face, leaning closer to Twilight.
 
“It’s my pee.” You whisper.
>The look on her face is priceless.
 
>”Actually, it’s just rotten, boiled pee. I believe this is called phosphorus.”
>”A what?” Her curious eyes are starting to form.
>You smile.
>This might be fun, after all.
 
>It is nearly midnight when you return home.
>Everypony is already asleep, you tip toe between the doors.
>You enter your room, made yourself comfortable, and rested.
>Instead of a good night’s sleep, a jab stirred you up.
>It was Applejack.
>The look on her face didn’t really strike you as something good.
 
>”So, I’ve heard you has them hobbies, Anon?”
>She pours some cider into the cup.
>She looks troubled.
>”The poker games? Yeah, I do that.”
>You take your seat, trying to leave out most information.
>”And I also heard you’ve been out ‘doing’ things.”
>She got you there.
>Try to play it cool.
 
>”What kinds of things?”
>”Like, murderin’ ponies.” She emphasized the word, ‘murder’.
>You flinch a bit.
>”Now, now, no need to-“
>”Stop your hollerin’, Anon. I know yer lying.”
>You pause.
>”Ah’m sorry, Anon, I really am.”
>”Sorry for what?”
>”I am the element of honesty, Anon.”
>Son of a bitch.
 
>You try to stand, but an overwhelming force brings you down to the table.
>”Thank you, Applejack. We’ll handle it from there.”
>Two unicorn guards reveal themselves.
>This cannot get any worse.
>One of them glances at your wrist.
>With his magic, he brings up your sleeves, revealing a small mechanism.
>A ring with a string is tied to your finger.
>A small tug is enough to bring out your weapon.
>They test the mechanism for a while, eyeing worriedly.
>”Anonymous, for the murder of several unnamed ponies, you are under arrest.”
>”So let me get this straight.” You feel the magic weakening.
>”You have no proof over me, and you are going to arrest me over a suspicion?”
>The guard shrugs.
>”Pretty much.”
 
>”It’s because I’m human, isn’t it?”
 
>You hear the roar of the jail cell being closed.
>You are not amused.
>At least they could have given you a human-sized cell.
>You lost the feeling on your legs.
>This better be over quick.
 
>Speak of the devil; you hear light clopping on the dungeon corridor.
>To your indifference, it was the princesses.
>Who else?
 
>”Good evening, Anon.” the look on her face is much more stern.
>”Can’t say the same, Princess.”
>”I’ve heard of terrible accusations at your name. Is this true?”
>”Just… Get on with it.”
>”Very well.”
>Celestia comes closer, her horn touching your forehead.
>She did this last time you were here.
>Can’t say it was pleasant, having someone probe your mind.
>Oh shit she’s probably hearing this now.
>Fuck.
>Anon, please do shut up, sincerely, Celestia.
 
>You think she’s somewhere in the poker game.
>You can only guess, as you look around awkwardly as the white alicorn stands near you.
>There is a brilliant white glow from her horn.
>You look over her calm expression turn and twist in your memories.
>Probably of you killing ponies.
>Your eyes are soon met by her deep glare.
>”Anonymous.”
>You raise a brow.
>”Y-you do not feel any remorse?”
>You think back on it.
>”Nope.”
>”Anon, these ponies are-“
>”Useless nooks and crannies fucking up with society, Princess.”
>She seems surprised.
>”Never in my years, Anon-“
>”That’s because you are a benevolent ruler, Princess.”
>You point to yourself.
>”I am none of those two.”
>”But why would you do such-“
>You shrug.
>”Just because.”
>”Just because of what?”
 
>You look over the scared alicorn.
 
>”That’s just it. Just because.”