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>You feel the light clopping on the floor.
>From the sound of the EEG, you’re in a hospital.
>That probably means you’re alive.
>Probably.
>The world, your world, comes back into view.
>You are in a hospital.
>Ten points to Gryffindor.
>You try to bring yourself up, only to flinch over the white bandages over your abdomen.
>Well, that’s one hole filled.
>You try to move around, noticing another pony in your room.
>Through the curtain, you can make out a purple coat and…
>Twilight.
>Holding back your tears, you pull the curtain open.
>Twilight has two front hooves wrapped in bandages.
>She’s asleep, a book on her chest.
>She looks so peaceful.
>“I’m so sorry, Twilight.” You sob a little trying to reach your student and friend.
>”What’s that, Anon?” Twilight gets up immediately, ears shot upwards.
>She seems to be happy.
>”You’re finally up! You’re- Are you crying, Anon?”
>You turn back.
>”No.”
>Twilight turns you back with your magic.
>She sees the tears flowing.
>”Aw, you really are!”
>”Shut up, Twilight.”
>Ah, like teacher like student.
>”Why are you crying Anon? Is it because of that hole?”
>”No, your legs- your legs-“
>”My legs?” Twilight eyes them over.
>”Oh, they’re fine! Just few broken bones that’s all.”
>She gives you an innocent grin, which only worsens your guilt.
>”Well, if you say so, you turn, I was going to do you favors and all…”
>”Wait, ‘favors’, Anon?”
>”Yeah, like do your dishes, or clean up the house.”
>Twilight pauses for a moment.
>You threw the bait.
>”Ohmycelestia, Anon, my legs are killing me! Someone please help this poor mare!”
>There’s the pony you know.
>Soon enough, the room is full of ponies bidding you good health and asking around.
>Apparently, you’ve been out for days.
>Funny.
>Celestia finishes her talk with Twilight and comes over to you.
>This cannot end well.
>”Anon.” She catches your attention. “I am-“
>”Sorry, Princess.” You bow your head low.
>”No, Anon, it’s just that-“
>”I couldn’t control myself! I was under this and that and-“
>”ANON!” The hospital shook.
>You decide it is time to shut up, and listen to Celestia.
>”Anon, what you did back then- was- drastic- but you amended your actions. However, another problem rises to the current situation…”
>Okay?
>”Ever since you- well- killed Discord, we’re in need of a new chaos god.”
>All your whut.
>Twilight has your surprise as well.
>”What do you mean we need a new god?” the two of you shout in unison.
>”Life is a balance.” Celestia goes over to the bowl of fruit, and floats it around, toying it.
>”Without chaos for harmony to balance, everything will fall to a ruin.” She turns to you.
>”You see where I’m getting at.” Celestia is near you now.
>”You are to be the next chaos spirit.”
>”Are you sure? I might go nuts like Discord.” You ask.
>”Really, I find you quite sane.”
>What the devil.
>”The essence of chaos is still in you, Anon, just a little bit. And that is enough.”
>You glance over to Twilight, who is wide eyed, just like you.
>”Well, Twi?” You ask for approval.
>She smiles to you, and she nods.
>You smirk to Celestia, and you nod.
>Trumpets, trumpet everywhere.
>Fucking blow-instruments.
>You walk towards the lighted balcony, accompanied by both Celestia and Luna.
>You stand proudly, looking over the ponies who had gathered to celebrate your position.
>Wait, what was your new position?
>You feel something weigh down your hair, then to your head.
>There is a small crown.
>Celestia and Luna take a few steps back.
>”All hail Anon, the prince of chaos!”
>Not a real good thing to hear, but damn, you’re a prince.
>You look back.
>Your previous life is gone now.
>You had your misadventures as a pony-lover.
>You had your downfall.
>You had your singing.
>You shudder at the thought-
>This is a fucking Disney movie.
>And they lived happily ever after.
>Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.
END

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>You feel the light clopping on the floor.
>From the sound of the EEG, you’re in a hospital.
>That probably means you’re alive.
>Probably.
>The world, your world, comes back into view.
>You are in a hospital.
>Ten points to Gryffindor.

>You try to bring yourself up, only to flinch over the white bandages over your abdomen.
>Well, that’s one hole filled.
>You try to move around, noticing another pony in your room.
>Through the curtain, you can make out a purple coat and…
>Twilight.

>Holding back your tears, you pull the curtain open.
>Twilight has two front hooves wrapped in bandages.
>She’s asleep, a book on her chest.
>She looks so peaceful.

>“I’m so sorry, Twilight.” You sob a little trying to reach your student and friend.
>”What’s that, Anon?” Twilight gets up immediately, ears shot upwards.
>She seems to be happy.
>”You’re finally up! You’re- Are you crying, Anon?”
>You turn back.
>”No.” 
>Twilight turns you back with your magic.
>She sees the tears flowing.
>”Aw, you really are!”
>”Shut up, Twilight.”
>Ah, like teacher like student.
>”Why are you crying Anon? Is it because of that hole?”
>”No, your legs- your legs-“
>”My legs?” Twilight eyes them over.
>”Oh, they’re fine! Just few broken bones that’s all.”
>She gives you an innocent grin, which only worsens your guilt.
>”Well, if you say so, you turn, I was going to do you favors and all…”
>”Wait, ‘favors’, Anon?”
>”Yeah, like do your dishes, or clean up the house.”
>Twilight pauses for a moment.
>You threw the bait.
>”Ohmycelestia, Anon, my legs are killing me! Someone please help this poor mare!”
>There’s the pony you know.

>Soon enough, the room is full of ponies bidding you good health and asking around.
>Apparently, you’ve been out for days.
>Funny.

>Celestia finishes her talk with Twilight and comes over to you.
>This cannot end well.
>”Anon.” She catches your attention. “I am-“
>”Sorry, Princess.” You bow your head low.
>”No, Anon, it’s just that-“
>”I couldn’t control myself! I was under this and that and-“
>”ANON!” The hospital shook.
>You decide it is time to shut up, and listen to Celestia.
>”Anon, what you did back then- was- drastic- but you amended your actions. However, another problem rises to the current situation…”
>Okay?
>”Ever since you- well- killed Discord, we’re in need of a new chaos god.”
>All your whut.
>Twilight has your surprise as well.
>”What do you mean we need a new god?” the two of you shout in unison.
>”Life is a balance.” Celestia goes over to the bowl of fruit, and floats it around, toying it.
>”Without chaos for harmony to balance, everything will fall to a ruin.” She turns to you.
>”You see where I’m getting at.” Celestia is near you now.
>”You are to be the next chaos spirit.”
>”Are you sure? I might go nuts like Discord.” You ask.
>”Really, I find you quite sane.”
>What the devil.
>”The essence of chaos is still in you, Anon, just a little bit. And that is enough.”
>You glance over to Twilight, who is wide eyed, just like you.
>”Well, Twi?” You ask for approval.
>She smiles to you, and she nods.
>You smirk to Celestia, and you nod.

>Trumpets, trumpet everywhere.
>Fucking blow-instruments.
>You walk towards the lighted balcony, accompanied by both Celestia and Luna.
>You stand proudly, looking over the ponies who had gathered to celebrate your position.
>Wait, what was your new position?
>You feel something weigh down your hair, then to your head.
>There is a small crown.

>Celestia and Luna take a few steps back.
>”All hail Anon, the prince of chaos!”
>Not a real good thing to hear, but damn, you’re a prince.

>You look back.
>Your previous life is gone now.
>You had your misadventures as a pony-lover.
>You had your downfall.
>You had your singing.
>You shudder at the thought-

>This is a fucking Disney movie.

>And they lived happily ever after.
>Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.

END

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