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- >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.”
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