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Love Sick

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>You sit in your office, sun streaming through the blinds, the patient sitting in the chair opposite.
>"It's just...I don't know how to tell my wife...it just seems so wrong!" he says, tears in the corners of his eyes.
>He looks at the floor, and seems to just...break. Shame permeates the room.
"Listen, Will, what you're feeling is perfectly normal. Everyone has insecurities about things. Being scared is the usual reaction. But this is something you shouldn't worry about. If your wife truly loves you, she won't care when you tell her."
>A look of mild relief crosses his face, and he pulls his gaze from the floor to look at you.
>His eyes have turned from shame and sadness to a possible feeling of...hope?
>"You really think so doc? She won't be disgusted or nothin? I mean, it just doesn't seem normal, you know?"
>You put down your pad and paper, and remove your glasses.
"Will. Being attracted to...certain things...no matter how different from what seems normal, is just that! Nobody will judge you. Now, I'm sure your wife won't care what you're into, she'll love you for you. But you HAVE to tell her."
>He gets a panicked look, and crosses his arms defensively.
>"I don't know..."
"Trust me. You need to tell her. Better she hears it from you, rather than finding out on her own. It's for the best.
>He stands, and shakes your hand, a small grin on his face. "Thanks Anon. I...I really needed this reassurance. I'll...I'll give it a shot."
>You smile.
"Good. And make sure to come by next week. We'll talk more."
>He walks out of your office, and as soon as he's out of your office, you can drop the charade.
1/?
>Your grin falls away, and your brow sinks back to it's depressed state.
>You are Anon, psychiatrist tired of the worlds problems.
>Ironic, isn't it.
>You finish typing up his appointment notes, and shut your computer.
>It was a bright day outside, and you would normally had been overjoyed to get off work early.
>But today, the weight of the world was especially oppressive.
>Lately, it seemed that everybody's problems were being brought to you.
>Again, ironic.
>True, it was your job to help them deal with this problems, but these problems seemed so simple, so unnecessary for your help.
>This guy didn't even have the common sense to tell his wife he was into weird bondage shit! It's like he doesn't know he should always talk about his problems.
>Shrugging out of the office, you begin to walk to your flat. It was close enough that it was just easier than to wait for the bus or a coworker.
>Walking down the street, you try to collect your thoughts and feelings.
>And then fail.
>Goddammit.
>You're a doctor who deals with feelings! You should be able to at least find some way to deal with this!
>What the hell man! These feelings should be easy to deal with for you, but no! Let's just fuck with your head! It'll figure itself out.
>You decide to follow one of the methods you prescribed to your patients, and find somewhere to relax. It always sounded like bullshit in school, but it's worth a shot now.
>And lucky for you the office was near the city limits, and just gave way to a forest.
>You pass by the alley that goes down to your apartment, and hook a left towards the wilderness.
>After a few minutes the suburbs and urban sprawl give way to forest, and you begin to make your way through the brush.
2/?
>Pushing through plants and overgrowth, your fine dress clothes catch on thorns and twigs, but you honestly don't care. You just need to find somewhere to drop your emotional baggage.
>The drone of cars, and the seemingly endless supply of people's simple to fix problems, soon fade behind you, and the sounds of the forest begins to calm your nerves.
>As you hike deeper and deeper, the trees grow closer and closer together, and less and less sunlight breaks through the foliage.
>You would normally worry about getting lost, but today, you were too wrapped up in yourself.
>You just needed to find the perfect spot to relax, to collect your thoughts, to let it all out.
>Or some other psychology mumbo jumbo.
>Before the sunlight completely stops filtering through, you come to a small clearing. A rock sits in the middle, almost shaped like a chair.
>You approach and wipe some of the dirt and grime away, before sitting down and leaning back.
>Closing your eyes, you begin to think.
"Why am I sad? Why am I angry? What can I do?"
>Being a shrink, you'd never thought these questions would be directed at you.
>As you sit and real talk yourself, you begin to drift off. The appointments, what comes later, bills, social life, everything seems to blur together until-
>You jolt awake.
>Blackness all around you. Cicadas chirp, and the moon hangs over you.
>It takes you a few moments, but you remember where you are.
>As your heart rate lowers from "insane panic" to "concerned" you peer around.
>Shit. You had no idea which direction you came from.
>But hey, at least you didn't feel like shit from your emotional baggage.
>You feel like shit from sleeping on a rock and being stuck in a dark forest at night.
>Fuckin' perfect.
>Groaning, you stand up, and pop your joints.
3/?
>Your eyes, mildly accustomed to the dark, can make out what you'd expect: a bunch of scary dark trees.
>You begin to stumble back through the trees, going you can eventually find your way back home.
>You push through low branches, stumble over roots, and try not to get your nice clothes ripped in an effort to make your way back to the street.
>You slag through the dark foreboding woods for who knows how long. You didn't care, as long as you could make it back home.
>A bed would be much more comfortable than a rock.
>Sweaty, dirty, and tired, you finally break through the last bits of vine and bush, passing the final few trees in the seemingly endless supply in that damn forest.
>A large field lays before you, and in the distance, the street lights twinkle.
"Oh thank god. I'm just so done with this day."
>You trudge onward through the field, and finally make it back onto the...street?
>The street lights you had seen were actually big lamp full of...glowing air?
>Either this was some new dangled art piece, or you weren't anywhere near home.
>Hell, the streets weren't even streets! They were just cobblestone.
>And these houses, they were, different too! There was a house made out of a carousel!
"Where the hell am I?!?!"
>You must've gotten to the other side of town, that's gotta be it!
>The small side of you that was still a rational thinking psychiatrist/complete killjoy reminds you that you're probably just making excuses in an attempt to find some closure, and that you're just completely lost.
>You fuckin' hate that part of you.
>You wander about, attempting to get some sense of where you are. You'd never even seen this part of town and to be honest, you were kinda scared.
4/?
>Passing the weird art houses, you start to make your way to what you assume is the center of town.
>You got you some sense of security telling yourself that you had stumbled into some weird art fest, and that these weren't any real buildings.
>Just another pseudo-reassurance to prove your own false contention to make yourself feel safer when you were in a scared was the tree house that loomed in front of you.
>The lights were on in the windows seemingly coming out of the large oak.
>Who in their right mind would make a house in a tree? It's gotta be some art thing.
>That asshole part of your head again reminds you that you're just reassuring yourself, and in actuality, it could be someone's real home.
>And as if on cue, a shadow passes in front of the window, the yellow orange light providing a nice silhouette for you to see.
>And your frayed nerves become shredded when the silhouette doesn't even look remotely human.
>But, that's impossible. It's just gotta be somebody in a costume, or an animal.
>Then these wouldn't be pieces of art surrounding you, and these are real houses.
>What does all this mean? What the fuck was going on?!?!
>The door swings open, and the silhouette you saw in the window stands a few yards away.
>About waist high, it looks more like a small child, or...large dog.
>Rubbing your eyes, you try to get a better look when a girls voice rings out. "Hello? Are you alright out there?"
>You look around, but see no one. It came from the house, but it couldn't have come from them...
>You move forward a bit, nervous.
"Hello! Yes! I'm...I'm a might lost! Could you tell me where I am, or even who you are?"
>The figure moves forward, and as they approach you see...purple?
5/?
>"Oh, no problem. You're in P0nyville, and my name," the figure says, stepping into full view, but..its not a person! "Is Twilight Sparkle."
>A small horse stands in front of you, but purple, with actual hair, like a persons. And a horn!
"But...horses can't talk! And P0nyville isn't even a real town! And, and...and...oh god. I get it now."
>You slump onto the ground, and just stare at the ground. The world seems to come crashing down upon you.
"Oh god. I've really lost it. I've gone insane in the woods, and now I'm seeing crazy houses and talking horses."
>The purple horse clops up to you, her feet the only thing you can see of her, but you ignore it. It's just some hallucination after all.
>Kinda depressing that you've gone off the deep end after going through all the work of becoming a psychiatrist and landing a stable job.
>The horse stands, and you see her hooves shift around awkwardly.
>"Uh, excuse me? Are you okay?"
>You heave a sigh.
"Oh. It's nothing. It's just that my own crazy hallucinations are now speaking to me and asking about my state of being."
>"But, I'm real. If anything, you're the hallucination! I've never seen anything like you! The fact that another creature who looks nothing like us can even speak is incredible! I can't wa-"
>You tune her out. A hallucination with its own thinking process was something you didn't really feel the need to dwell on. Insanity on its own was soul crushing enough.
>You felt like crying. You just wanted to go to sleep and wait for the morning to find your way out of this nightmare.
>Wait...wait that's it!
>You jump up, startling the purple horse, cutting her off mid-ramble.
6/?
"That's it! I haven't gone crazy, I must be dreaming! A nightmare brought on by stress, that must be it!"
>You start towards the tree house, and the purple horse follows.
>"Yes! Step inside so we can talk about all this! Where you came from, who you are, what so-"
"Yeah yeah yeah, just get me a glass of water."
>There's no way you've gone crazy. Just no way! And that asshole psychological side of you can go stick a stress ball up his ass, this was gonna work!
>A mental break down resulting in full scale insane hallucinations brought on by minor stress was highly unlikely compared to strange dreams brought on by said stress. It made perfect sense.
>You enter the tree house with purple p0ny in tow, and see that the walls are lined with stacks and stacks of books.
>Your subconscious must be projecting the collective knowledge in your head. Quite intricate really.
>The p0ny disappears into an adjacent room, and she talks over the sound of running water.
>"I must say, I've never been quite so excited! Meeting a never before seen creature is a once in an lifetime opportunity!"
>She comes back in, and seems to be levitating the glass of water in a purple aura.
>You remain un-phased. This was a dream after all. Whatever floated your minds boat, as long as you got out of this wacky nightmare.
>She moves the glass into your open hand, and begins to say "I'd like to get th-"
>You unceremoniously dump the water onto your head, causing the mare to stop and stare at your dripping form.
>You shake your head, and look up to see her shocked face.
>"Why, in the world, did you do that!?!?" She asks, a bit of anger in her voice.
7/?
"I was trying to wake up. I see it didn't really work."
>She stares at you incredulously. "But, this is real! You're not dreaming!"
>You chuckle.
"Trust me. There's no way that this is real. I'm just suffering from a strange dream brought on by stress or something. Now, how to wake up..."
>She starts to say something else, but you silence her by slapping yourself. The sound shocks her, and your cheek stings.
"Wake up! C'mon, just wake up! We have work at 8 tomorrow!"
>You begin to smack yourself harder and harder, your face starting to burn.
>The horse begins to look concerned, and starts to interject between slaps. "Listen, please *slap* stop you're gonna really *slap* hurt yourself!"
>Your hands and face hurts, your clothes are soaked, and you're still asleep.
>You stand, a new idea popping into your head.
"In dreams, when you fall a long way, and before you hit the ground you wake up! That's gotta work!"
>The horse now looks scared, and follows you as you climb the stairs, looking for a window.
>"Listen, you really don't wanna do this, you're not sleeping! I'm real! Why can't you believe me?!?!"
>You turn, and stare at her.
"Because, my little dream entity, talking horses living in a library in a tree DON'T EXIST. And I know I can't have gone crazy, so the only explanation I'm willing to go with is that THIS is all a dream. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a window to jump out of."
>You turn, and seeing a full length mirror looking out into the street, begin to run at it.
>Or, you would have, but it seemed that you were stuck hovering a few inches off the ground.
8/?
>You try to touch the ground, try to get moving, but you're spun around, a purple glow keeping your arms and legs pinned to your sides, staring at the purple p0ny.
>She's glaring at you, and her horn has a purple aura around it. "Now you listen here! I will not have you throw away your life just because you don't think this is real! Now this-" she bops your head on the ceiling. It hurts. "Is real! Now you are going to stop fooling around trying to wake up!"
>You stare at her. You're face and head hurt, your clothes are sopping wet, and you realize that she's right.
>And man does that suck.
"B-but...that means...I'm not on Earth...and all my friends..."
>Her features soften, and she sets you down. "Listen, I'm...I'm sorry about this. It must be very hard for you."
>You're past false hopes now, and right now you're emotionally drained. You just take the brunt of it straight faced.
>You trudge back down stairs, and sit on her couch. It's squishy and comfortable.
>Since she's actually real, Twilight, not purple horse, hops up next to you, and puts a hoof on your shoulder.
>"How are you feeling? Are you up for any questions? I'd love to hear about everything."
>You heave a sigh.
"Well. I'm feeling sad, hopeless, confused, and angry. I want to know how I got here, or even why, but I know I'll probably never get those answers. I'm upset that I'll never see my family, friends, people I know. And I of all people should be able to cope, to deal with feelings like this. It was my job! But most of all,"
>You turn and look at Twilight, and let her see the tears streaming down your face.
9/?
"I'm scared. I don't know where I am, who anyone is. Hell, I know nothing of this world. And I'm not sure I can cope with that."
>Twilight leans in, and hugs you tightly. She pushes gently, and you fall onto your back, her still clinging to your chest. "Let's get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning. I can tell you've had enough, and that right now, you need somep0ny."
>She nuzzles her head into your chest, and the feeling gives you a sense of security. That this is real, and safe. That for now, even with your emotions off the wall, you can relax.
>And you do until you finally fall asleep.
-
>As you drift awake, the weight on your chest which helped calm you last night is gone, and opening your eyes, you sit up and look around.
>The suns rays drift through the windows, lighting the library in a soft warm glow.
>Glasses and silverware clink in the kitchen, and you shrug off the blanket places upon you.
>Limping into the kitchen, you see Twilight, floating things around the kitchen, making herself some sort of grass and milk concoction.
>You sit down at the table, and she takes the spot across from you. You give a small smile.
"Thank you for last night. It helped a lot."
>She smiles back. "It's no problem. I...I couldn't let you suffer."
>She was a good pers- er, p0ny, and you were happy to have run into her first.
>And maybe it was time to stop being so selfish. You had occupied her time last night with only your problems, and completely ignored any questions she might’ve had.
"I suppose we should get to knowing each other then. You don't even know my name!"
>She perks up, and her eyes twinkle with excitement. A pencil and paper float in, and you set to work.
10/?
>You start with the formalities. You learn that this is P0nyville, a small town in Equestria. Twilight and her friends are able to wield the Elements of Harmony, and they each demonstrate a characteristic of friendship.
Twilight is magic, which is what she was using. No telekinesis, just magic.
>You do pick up on her changing her posture, and seeming to glance around the room whenever she mentions her 6 friends. You'd mention something, but it doesn't seem to be your place.
>By noon you felt comfortable enough with your knowledge of the new world you had been dumped in that you could begin to answer questions about yourself.
>You tell her you are Anonymous, psychiatrist. You're from a small town, helping others with their problems. No girlfriends, but friends and family worked well enough.
>Then you move broader. You tell her of earth, and the incredible machines and technologies you had. You keep out of the darker side of human history, not needing to shock and appall her. You tell her that you were a doctor on earth, not one for scrapes and breaks on your elbow, but on your mind.
>She seems especially interested in that bit, and you spend quite some time talking about what sort of problems came up, how you helped people, and how you learned so much.
>By the time you’re both satisfied with your questions, it was noon. Your stomachs gurgle loudly at the same time.
>You both share a laugh, and Twilight hops off her seat, floating her stack of notes into a spot on one of her library shelves. “What do you say we visit Pinkie and grab some lunch?”
“That sounds wonderful! Thank you.”
>You follow Twilight outside, and take in the town during normal daylight hours. The houses still remind you of a crazy art piece, but they seem fitting for the p0nies that inhabit them.
11/?
>And speaking of p0nies, as you follow Twilight, a bit timid, they all stop and stare. Its not malicious, simply curious.
>They all have their own specific color pallet, and they each have their own "cutie mark" as you've been told.
>The one with the lyre seems to stare harder than the others.
>You nervously smile and wave, and they all seem to relax, and continue on their way. It seems that they don’t mind a new face, or even a new species, and that gives you a bit of security.
>As long as you're nice, it seems you won’t be shunned out.
>As you both enter the pastry shaped bakery, you start to take in the inside.
>That is, if it didn’t look bright pink, with two blue orbs in the center.
>”Ohmygodwhoareyouiveneverevenseensomep0nylikeyouwhatsyournamewhereareyoufro-"
>Twilight magics her mouth closed, and pulls her off your face.
>Shrugging it off, you grin at her friendliness. It was comforting to see someone so happy and care free. It smothered your own scared psyche.
"My name is Anon, and I'm new in town! Thank for the friendly welcome Pinkie."
>Her eyes ad mouth widen cartoonishly. "OhmygoshyoualreadyknowmynamenowIhavetothrowyouanextraspecialparty!"
>She exploded in a puff of confetti, and you stare at Twilight dumbfounded.
>She just shrugs it off. "We can help ourselves I guess."
>You find a few brightly colored sugary confections, and sit down in a booth.
>Snarfing down your treats, you don't say much until you've finished, and then notice the amount of crumbs and icing on both your faces.
>You both bust a gut, and then sigh, content with each others company.
>"I'm happy I met you Anon."
"I'm glad you were the first p0ny I met. If it weren't for you, I would've thrown myself out of your window in denial. I'm in your debt Twilight Sparkle."
12/?
>And you really meant that. You would’ve hurled yourself out of the window and killed yourself out of denial. And she was able to bring you back, to hold you through the night.
>She blushes. "You know, you're welcome to stay with me Anon, or at least until they find you a home."
>You smile. You weren't sure, but maybe you were developing some feelings for her.
>Or its a false attachment formed from the trauma of entering a completely new world.
>But what does psychology have to do with love?
>It's always been common sense back on earth.
>You reach your hand across the table, and grasp her hoof.
>But was this really common sense? Was this decision the easy and obvious choice?
"I'd like that Twilight. I'd like that a lot."
>You share the moment, staring into each others eyes.
>Right now, you want it to be.
-
>You spend the rest of the day meeting and greeting other p0nies in the town.
>You meet Rarity and Spike after hearing so much about them, and hit it off.
>Rarity, ever the fashionista, insists on making you a very professional new wardrobe.
>Spike seems to warm up to you as well, a guy roommate for a change.
>You also popped in to see the Mayor, to get some formalities out of the way.
>She was very nice and understanding, and was very interested about you being a psychiatrist.
>Maybe you'll be able to have the same job here.
>Twilight said I'd get to meet the rest of her friends later.
>Yet, again I noticed that she struggled to say "rest of my friends."
>You'll say something
>As day turns to night, apparently done by Alicorn princesses, you've lost all feelings of sadness and fear.
13/?
>You feel safe and happy now. You could live here.
>You and Twilight walk up to the door, you put your hand on her back, and smile down at her.
>You think you're gonna like it here.
>You open the door to the darkened library, and st-
>"SURPRISE!"
>The lights flick on, and most of P0nyville jumps out from various hiding places in the library.
>A banner was strung up, reading "Welcome Home Anon!"
>You see all the p0nies you had seen walking outside, plus the few who you had socialized with. Pinkie was the first to bounce up to you.
>”Well? Did you like your surprise welcome party Nonny?”
“Yes Pinkie. It’s wonderful.”
>You look back down, and smile at Twilight.
“I really am going to like it here.”
>You wander about the party for a bit, doing the usual meet and greet.
>You meet Pinkies employers, a nice older couple, the mail-mare Derpy, the local musicians, Octavia and Vinyl, and many others. Too many to remember with the addition of the cider they had.
>As the party gets into full swing, Rarity goes to the top of the stairs, and shouts “Attention everyp0ny…and hooman!”
>We all chuckle a bit, and quiet down. “As a welcoming gift, the gals, myself, and with generous help from Mayor Mare, we were able to get Anon,”
>She uses her magic to pull a string next to the banner, and a picture of a building fall from behind it. “His own office! We’ve got our first ever psychiatrist right here in P0nyville!”
>Everyone cheers, and you’re ushered up by Twilight and Applejack, whom you were chatting with.
“Thank you everyone. I’ve never received such a warm welcome as this! And Mayor,”
>You raise your glass in her direction.
“Thank you for getting me my own office. I hope to never see you in there!”
14/?
>Everyone laughs at your goofy joke, and you step down from the table back into the party.
>As the night goes on, the dancing and drinking begins to blur together, and before you know it, everyone is filing out into the street on their way home.
>You stand by the door and shake each of their hoof on the way out, and you and Twilight sigh as the last guest leaves, and you shut the door.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for bed.”
>”Me too,” she says. You begin to stumble to the couch again, but a purple aura surrounds you.
>”Oh no no no mister, you’re bunking with me!” she says, floating you up the stairs. You stare at her, eyebrow raised. “I-if that’s o-okay…”
>You chuckle, and nod your head appreciatively. The couch was a bit small anyways.
>As you both snuggle into the bed, your arm around Twilight’s midsection, you stare out onto the cool evening night, thinking about the past twelve hours.
>You had entered this world scared and in denial, prepared to kill yourself to escape. And then you were shown kindness and hospitality by the entire town. Any worries our doubts were gone.
>And the mare, impossibly enough, even seemed to have feelings for you!
>And you didn’t care. Maybe you even had feelings for her. You had told other people countless times, it doesn’t matter what they look like, who they are. If you truly have feelings for them, then just go with it.
>And as you drifted off, you decided that’s what you were going to do.
-
>The next morning, after trudging downstairs, you sit down at the table and munch on some toast, Twilight with her hay and milk, Spike with his gems.
15/?
>He was a cool little dude, and you enjoyed the little family you had acquired.
>You were thinking about what to do with your own business, how to set up appointments, when a knock came at the door.
>”I’ve got it!” yelled Spike, before scampering off to the door. A few words were exchanged, before he returned with a few letters.
>”Derpy says hello.” He tosses the letters onto the table. You and Twilight sift through them.
>Most were welcome letters, but one of them was some fancy scroll. “I think it’s from the princess! She must’ve gotten my letter!”
>You raise your brow in question, and she blushes a bit. “I wanted her to know I had found and saved a new species!’
“Brag much?”
>You unfurl the scroll, and begin to read.
>”Dearest Anonymous,
>We have heard that a new species had entered our world, and after hearing what skill you have in the field of “psychology”, we believe that you can help us. One of Twilight’s friends, an Element of Harmony, known as Kindness, has committed quite the atrocity. She raped a stallion, and is so delusional, so involved in her own little world, that we have yet to find the proper way to deal with her. She does not accept that she hurt him, and no matter what we try, she still believes that he loves her, despite the many times he’s told her no. We cannot simply throw her into jail, as that would throw off the balance of harmony and chaos. So, with your specific set of skills, and unbiased view of our world, with advanced prior knowledge, we’d like you to assess her. From what we understand from Twilight, you are very capable, and we find that you are our best chance at a solution.
16/?
>We hope you can solve our problem, and bring Twilight, as well as P0nyville, back one of their citizens from the brink of chaos.
>Yours truly, Princess Celestia.”
>”Well,” Twilight asks, both Spike and her staring at you. “What does it say?”
“Well…”
>Your throat feels dry as sandpaper, and you swallow loudly. This world seemed perfect, without fault. You thought you'd at least get to wet your toes in the pool that is mental sickness, but it seems you're being asked to dive headfirst.
“It appears I have my first appointment.”
17/17
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>You sit in your office, sun streaming through the blinds,  the patient sitting in the chair opposite. 
>"It's just...I don't know how to tell my wife...it just seems so wrong!" he says, tears in the corners of his eyes. 
>He looks at the floor, and seems to just...break. Shame permeates the room. 
"Listen, Will, what you're feeling is perfectly normal. Everyone has insecurities about things. Being scared is the usual reaction. But this is something you shouldn't worry about. If your wife truly loves you, she won't care when you tell her."
>A look of mild relief crosses his face, and he pulls his gaze from the floor to look at you. 
>His eyes have turned from shame and sadness to a possible feeling of...hope?
>"You really think so doc? She won't be disgusted or nothin? I mean, it just doesn't seem normal, you know?"
>You put down your pad and paper, and remove your glasses. 
"Will. Being attracted to...certain things...no matter how different from what seems normal, is just that! Nobody will judge you. Now, I'm sure your wife won't care what you're into, she'll love you for you. But you HAVE to tell her."
>He gets a panicked look, and crosses his arms defensively. 
>"I don't know..."
"Trust me. You need to tell her. Better she hears it from you, rather than finding out on her own. It's for the best. 
>He stands, and shakes your hand, a small grin on his face. "Thanks Anon. I...I really needed this reassurance. I'll...I'll give it a shot."
>You smile. 
"Good. And make sure to come by next week. We'll talk more."
>He walks out of your office, and as soon as he's out of your office, you can drop the charade. 
1/?
>Your grin falls away, and your brow sinks back to it's depressed state. 
>You are Anon, psychiatrist tired of the worlds problems. 
>Ironic, isn't it. 
>You finish typing up his appointment notes, and shut your computer. 
>It was a bright day outside, and you would normally had been overjoyed to get off work early. 
>But today, the weight of the world was especially oppressive.
 >Lately, it seemed that everybody's problems were being brought to you. 
>Again, ironic. 
>True, it was your job to help them deal with this problems, but these problems seemed so simple, so unnecessary for your help. 
>This guy didn't even have the common sense to tell his wife he was into weird bondage shit! It's like he doesn't know he should always talk about his problems. 
>Shrugging out of the office, you begin to walk to your flat. It was close enough that it was just easier than to wait for the bus or a coworker. 
>Walking down the street, you try to collect your thoughts and feelings.
>And then fail. 
>Goddammit. 
>You're a doctor who deals with feelings! You should be able to at least find some way to deal with this! 
>What the hell man! These feelings should be easy to deal with for you, but no! Let's just fuck with your head! It'll figure itself out. 
>You decide to follow one of the methods you prescribed to your patients, and find somewhere to relax. It always sounded like bullshit in school, but it's worth a shot now.
>And lucky for you the office was near the city limits, and just gave way to a forest. 
>You pass by the alley that goes down to your apartment, and hook a left towards the wilderness. 
>After a few minutes the suburbs and urban sprawl give way to forest, and you begin to make your way through the brush. 
2/?
>Pushing through plants and overgrowth, your fine dress clothes catch on thorns and twigs, but you honestly don't care. You just need to find somewhere to drop your emotional baggage. 
>The drone of cars, and the seemingly endless supply of people's simple to fix problems, soon fade behind you, and the sounds of the forest begins to calm your nerves. 
>As you hike deeper and deeper, the trees grow closer and closer together, and less and less sunlight breaks through the foliage. 
>You would normally worry about getting lost, but today, you were too wrapped up in yourself. 
>You just needed to find the perfect spot to relax, to collect your thoughts, to let it all out. 
>Or some other psychology mumbo jumbo. 
>Before the sunlight completely stops filtering through, you come to a small clearing. A rock sits in the middle, almost shaped like a chair. 
>You approach and wipe some of the dirt and grime away, before sitting down and leaning back. 
>Closing your eyes, you begin to think.  
"Why am I sad? Why am I angry? What can I do?"
>Being a shrink, you'd never thought these questions would be directed at you. 
>As you sit and real talk yourself, you begin to drift off. The appointments, what comes later, bills, social life, everything seems to blur together until-
>You jolt awake. 
>Blackness all around you. Cicadas chirp, and the moon hangs over you. 
>It takes you a few moments, but you remember where you are. 
>As your heart rate lowers from "insane panic" to "concerned" you peer around. 
>Shit. You had no idea which direction you came from. 
>But hey, at least you didn't feel like shit from your emotional baggage. 
>You feel like shit from sleeping on a rock and being stuck in a dark forest at night. 
>Fuckin' perfect. 
>Groaning, you stand up, and pop your joints. 
3/?
>Your eyes, mildly accustomed to the dark, can make out what you'd expect: a bunch of scary dark trees. 
>You begin to stumble back through the trees, going you can eventually find your way back home. 
>You push through low branches, stumble over roots, and try not to get your nice clothes ripped in an effort to make your way back to the street. 
>You slag through the dark foreboding woods for who knows how long. You didn't care, as long as you could make it back home. 
>A bed would be much more comfortable than a rock. 
>Sweaty, dirty, and tired, you finally break through the last bits of vine and bush, passing the final few trees in the seemingly endless supply in that damn forest.
>A large field lays before you, and in the distance, the street lights twinkle. 
"Oh thank god. I'm just so done with this day."
>You trudge onward through the field, and finally make it back onto the...street?
>The street lights you had seen were actually big lamp full of...glowing air? 
>Either this was some new dangled art piece, or you weren't anywhere near home. 
>Hell, the streets weren't even streets! They were just cobblestone. 
>And these houses, they were, different too! There was a house made out of a carousel! 
"Where the hell am I?!?!"
>You must've gotten to the other side of town, that's gotta be it! 
>The small side of you that was still a rational thinking  psychiatrist/complete killjoy reminds you that you're probably just making excuses in an attempt to find some closure, and that you're just completely lost. 
>You fuckin' hate that part of you.
>You wander about, attempting to get some sense of where you are. You'd never even seen this part of town and to be honest, you were kinda scared.
4/?
>Passing the weird art houses, you start to make your way to what you assume is the center of town.
>You got you some sense of security telling yourself that you had stumbled into some weird art fest, and that these weren't any real buildings.
>Just another pseudo-reassurance to prove your own false contention to make yourself feel safer when you were in a scared was the tree house that loomed in front of you.
>The lights were on in the windows seemingly coming out of the large oak.
>Who in their right mind would make a house in a tree? It's gotta be some art thing.
>That asshole part of your head again reminds you that you're just reassuring yourself, and in actuality, it could be someone's real home.
>And as if on cue, a shadow passes in front of the window, the yellow orange light providing a nice silhouette for you to see.
>And your frayed nerves become shredded when the silhouette doesn't even look remotely human.
>But, that's impossible. It's just gotta be somebody in a costume, or an animal.
>Then these wouldn't be pieces of art surrounding you, and these are real houses.
>What does all this mean? What the fuck was going on?!?!
>The door swings open, and the silhouette you saw in the window stands a few yards away.
>About waist high, it looks more like a small child, or...large dog.
>Rubbing your eyes, you try to get a better look when a girls voice rings out. "Hello? Are you alright out there?"
>You look around, but see no one. It came from the house, but it couldn't have come from them...
>You move forward a bit, nervous. 
"Hello! Yes! I'm...I'm a might lost! Could you tell me where I am, or even who you are?"
>The figure moves forward, and as they approach you see...purple?
5/?
>"Oh, no problem. You're in P0nyville, and my name," the figure says, stepping into full view, but..its not a person! "Is Twilight Sparkle."
>A small horse stands in front of you, but purple, with actual hair, like a persons. And a horn!
"But...horses can't talk! And P0nyville isn't even a real town! And, and...and...oh god. I get it now."
>You slump onto the ground, and just stare at the ground. The world seems to come crashing down upon you.  
"Oh god. I've really lost it. I've gone insane in the woods, and now I'm seeing crazy houses and talking horses."
>The purple horse clops up to you, her feet the only thing you can see of her, but you ignore it. It's just some hallucination after all. 
>Kinda depressing that you've gone off the deep end after going through all the work of becoming a psychiatrist and landing a stable job. 
>The horse stands, and you see her hooves shift around awkwardly. 
>"Uh, excuse me? Are you okay?"
>You heave a sigh. 
"Oh. It's nothing. It's just that my own crazy hallucinations are now speaking to me and asking about my state of being."
>"But, I'm real. If anything, you're the hallucination! I've never seen anything like you! The fact that another creature who looks nothing like us can even speak is incredible! I can't wa-"
>You tune her out. A hallucination with its own thinking process was something you didn't really feel the need to dwell on. Insanity on its own was soul crushing enough. 
>You felt like crying. You just wanted to go to sleep and wait for the morning to  find your way out of this nightmare. 
>Wait...wait that's it!
>You jump up, startling the purple horse, cutting her off mid-ramble. 
6/?
"That's it! I haven't gone crazy, I must be dreaming! A nightmare brought on by stress, that must be it!"
>You start towards the tree house, and the purple horse follows. 
>"Yes! Step inside so we can talk about all this! Where you came from, who you are, what so-"
"Yeah yeah yeah, just get me a glass of water."
>There's no way you've gone crazy. Just no way! And that asshole psychological side of you can go stick a stress ball up his ass, this was gonna work!
>A mental break down resulting in full scale insane hallucinations brought on by minor stress was highly unlikely compared to strange dreams brought on by said stress. It made perfect sense. 
>You enter the tree house with purple p0ny in tow, and see that the walls are lined with stacks and stacks of books. 
>Your subconscious must be projecting the collective knowledge in your head. Quite intricate really. 
>The p0ny disappears into an adjacent room, and she talks over the sound of running water. 
>"I must say, I've never been quite so excited! Meeting a never before seen creature is a once in an lifetime opportunity!"
>She comes back in, and seems to be levitating the glass of water in a purple aura. 
>You remain un-phased. This was a dream after all. Whatever floated your minds boat, as long as you got out of this wacky nightmare. 
>She moves the glass into your open hand, and begins to say "I'd like to get th-"
>You unceremoniously dump the water onto your head, causing the mare to stop and stare at your dripping form. 
>You shake your head, and look up to see her shocked face. 
>"Why, in the world, did you do that!?!?" She asks, a bit of anger in her voice. 
7/?
"I was trying to wake up. I see it didn't really work."
>She stares at you incredulously. "But, this is real! You're not dreaming!"
>You chuckle. 
"Trust me. There's no way that this is real. I'm just suffering from a strange dream brought on by stress or something. Now, how to wake up..."
>She starts to say something else, but you silence her by slapping yourself. The sound shocks her, and your cheek stings. 
"Wake up! C'mon, just wake up! We have work at 8 tomorrow!"
>You begin to smack yourself harder and harder, your face starting to burn. 
>The horse begins to look concerned, and starts to interject between slaps. "Listen, please *slap* stop you're gonna really *slap* hurt yourself!"
>Your hands and face hurts, your clothes are soaked, and you're still asleep. 
>You stand, a new idea popping into your head. 
"In dreams, when you fall a long way, and before you hit the ground you wake up! That's gotta work!"
>The horse now looks scared, and follows you as you climb the stairs, looking for a window. 
>"Listen, you really don't wanna do this, you're not sleeping! I'm real! Why can't you believe me?!?!"
>You turn, and stare at her. 
"Because, my little dream entity, talking horses living in a library in a tree DON'T EXIST. And I know I can't have gone crazy, so the only explanation I'm willing to go with is that THIS is all a dream. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a window to jump out of."
>You turn, and seeing a full length mirror looking out into the street, begin to run at it. 
>Or, you would have, but it seemed that you were stuck hovering a few inches off the ground. 
8/?
>You try to touch the ground, try to get moving, but you're spun around, a purple glow keeping your arms and legs pinned to your sides, staring at the purple p0ny. 
>She's glaring at you, and her horn has a purple aura around it. "Now you listen here! I will not have you throw away your life just because you don't think this is real! Now this-" she bops your head on the ceiling. It hurts. "Is real! Now you are going to stop fooling around trying to wake up!"
>You stare at her. You're face and head hurt, your clothes are sopping wet, and you realize that she's right. 
>And man does that suck. 
"B-but...that means...I'm not on Earth...and all my friends..."
>Her features soften, and she sets you down. "Listen, I'm...I'm sorry about this. It must be very hard for you."
>You're past false hopes now, and right now you're emotionally drained. You just take the brunt of it straight faced. 
>You trudge back down stairs, and sit on her couch. It's squishy and comfortable. 
>Since she's actually real, Twilight, not purple horse, hops up next to you, and puts a hoof on your shoulder. 
>"How are you feeling? Are you up for any questions? I'd love to hear about everything."
>You heave a sigh. 
"Well. I'm feeling sad, hopeless, confused, and angry. I want to know how I got here, or even why, but I know I'll probably never get those answers. I'm upset that I'll never see my family, friends, people I know. And I of all people should be able to cope, to deal with feelings like this. It was my job! But most of all,"
>You turn and look at Twilight, and let her see the tears streaming down your face. 
9/?
"I'm scared. I don't know where I am, who anyone is. Hell, I know nothing of this world. And I'm not sure I can cope with that."
>Twilight leans in, and hugs you tightly. She pushes gently, and you fall onto your back, her still clinging to your chest. "Let's get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning. I can tell you've had enough, and that right now, you need somep0ny."
>She nuzzles her head into your chest, and the feeling gives you a sense of security. That this is real, and safe. That for now, even with your emotions off the wall, you can relax. 
>And you do until you finally fall asleep. 
-
>As you drift awake, the weight on your chest which helped calm you last night is gone, and opening your eyes, you sit up and look around. 
>The suns rays drift through the windows, lighting the library in a soft warm glow. 
>Glasses and silverware clink in the kitchen, and you shrug off the blanket places upon you. 
>Limping into the kitchen, you see Twilight, floating things around the kitchen, making herself some sort of grass and milk concoction. 
>You sit down at the table, and she takes the spot across from you. You give a small smile. 
"Thank you for last night. It helped a lot."
>She smiles back. "It's no problem. I...I couldn't let you suffer."
>She was a good pers- er, p0ny, and you were happy to have run into her first. 
>And maybe it was time to stop being so selfish. You had occupied her time last night with only your problems, and completely ignored any questions she might’ve had.
"I suppose we should get to knowing each other then. You don't even know my name!"
>She perks up, and her eyes twinkle with excitement. A pencil and paper float in, and you set to work. 
10/?
>You start with the formalities. You learn that this is P0nyville, a small town in Equestria. Twilight and her friends are able to wield the Elements of Harmony, and they each demonstrate a characteristic of friendship. 
Twilight is magic, which is what she was using. No telekinesis, just magic. 
>You do pick up on her changing her posture, and seeming to glance around the room whenever she mentions her 6 friends. You'd mention something, but it doesn't seem to be your place. 
>By noon you felt comfortable enough with your knowledge of the new world you had been dumped in that you could begin to answer questions about yourself.
>You tell her you are Anonymous, psychiatrist. You're from a small town, helping others with their problems. No girlfriends, but friends and family worked well enough.
>Then you move broader. You tell her of earth, and the incredible machines and technologies you had. You keep out of the darker side of human history, not needing to shock and appall her. You tell her that you were a doctor on earth, not one for scrapes and breaks on your elbow, but on your mind. 
>She seems especially interested in that bit, and you spend quite some time talking about what sort of problems came up, how you helped people, and how you learned so much.
>By the time you’re both satisfied with your questions, it was noon. Your stomachs gurgle loudly at the same time.
>You both share a laugh, and Twilight hops off her seat, floating her stack of notes into a spot on one of her library shelves. “What do you say we visit Pinkie and grab some lunch?”
“That sounds wonderful! Thank you.”
>You follow Twilight outside, and take in the town during normal daylight hours. The houses still remind you of a crazy art piece, but they seem fitting for the p0nies that inhabit them.
11/?
>And speaking of p0nies, as you follow Twilight, a bit timid, they all stop and stare. Its not malicious, simply curious. 
>They all have their own specific color pallet, and they each have their own "cutie mark" as you've been told. 
>The one with the lyre seems to stare harder than the others. 
>You nervously smile and wave, and they all seem to relax, and continue on their way. It seems that they don’t mind a new face, or even a new species, and that gives you a bit of security. 
>As long as you're nice, it seems you won’t be shunned out.
>As you both enter the pastry shaped bakery, you start to take in the inside.
>That is, if it didn’t look bright pink, with two blue orbs in the center.
>”Ohmygodwhoareyouiveneverevenseensomep0nylikeyouwhatsyournamewhereareyoufro-"
>Twilight magics her mouth closed, and pulls her off your face. 
>Shrugging it off, you grin at her friendliness. It was comforting to see someone so happy and care free. It smothered your own scared psyche. 
"My name is Anon, and I'm new in town! Thank for the friendly welcome Pinkie."
>Her eyes ad mouth widen cartoonishly. "OhmygoshyoualreadyknowmynamenowIhavetothrowyouanextraspecialparty!"
>She exploded in a puff of confetti, and you stare at Twilight dumbfounded. 
>She just shrugs it off. "We can help ourselves I guess."
>You find a few brightly colored sugary confections, and sit down in a booth. 
>Snarfing down your treats, you don't say much until you've finished, and then notice the amount of crumbs and icing on both your faces. 
>You both bust a gut, and then sigh, content with each others company. 
>"I'm happy I met you Anon."
"I'm glad you were the first p0ny I met. If it weren't for you, I would've thrown myself out of your window in denial. I'm in your debt Twilight Sparkle."
12/?
>And you really meant that. You would’ve hurled yourself out of the window and killed yourself out of denial. And she was able to bring you back, to hold you through the night.
>She blushes. "You know, you're welcome to stay with me Anon, or at least until they find you a home."
>You smile. You weren't sure, but maybe you were developing some feelings for her. 
>Or its a false attachment formed from the trauma of entering a completely new world. 
>But what does psychology have to do with love?
>It's always been common sense back on earth. 
>You reach your hand across the table, and grasp her hoof. 
>But was this really common sense? Was this decision the easy and obvious choice?
"I'd like that Twilight. I'd like that a lot."
>You share the moment, staring into each others eyes.
>Right now, you want it to be. 
-
>You spend the rest of the day meeting and greeting other p0nies in the town. 
>You meet Rarity and Spike after hearing so much about them, and hit it off. 
>Rarity, ever the fashionista, insists on making you a very professional new wardrobe. 
>Spike seems to warm up to you as well, a guy roommate for a change. 
>You also popped in to see the Mayor, to get some formalities out of the way. 
>She was very nice and understanding, and was very interested about you being a psychiatrist. 
>Maybe you'll be able to have the same job here. 
>Twilight said I'd get to meet the rest of her friends later. 
>Yet, again I noticed that she struggled to say "rest of my friends."
>You'll say something 
>As day turns to night, apparently done by Alicorn princesses, you've lost all feelings of sadness and fear. 
13/?
>You feel safe and happy now. You could live here. 
>You and Twilight walk up to the door, you put your hand on her back, and smile down at her. 
>You think you're gonna like it here. 
>You open the door to the darkened library, and st-
>"SURPRISE!"
>The lights flick on, and most of P0nyville jumps out from various hiding places in the library. 
>A banner was strung up, reading "Welcome Home Anon!"
>You see all the p0nies you had seen walking outside, plus the few who you had socialized with. Pinkie was the first to bounce up to you.
>”Well? Did you like your surprise welcome party Nonny?”
“Yes Pinkie. It’s wonderful.”
>You look back down, and smile at Twilight.
“I really am going to like it here.”
>You wander about the party for a bit, doing the usual meet and greet.
>You meet Pinkies employers, a nice older couple, the mail-mare Derpy, the local musicians, Octavia and Vinyl, and many others. Too many to remember with the addition of the cider they had.
>As the party gets into full swing, Rarity goes to the top of the stairs, and shouts “Attention everyp0ny…and hooman!”
>We all chuckle a bit, and quiet down. “As a welcoming gift, the gals, myself, and with generous help from Mayor Mare, we were able to get Anon,”
>She uses her magic to pull a string next to the banner, and a picture of a building fall from behind it. “His own office! We’ve got our first ever psychiatrist right here in P0nyville!”
>Everyone cheers, and you’re ushered up by Twilight and Applejack, whom you were chatting with.
“Thank you everyone. I’ve never received such a warm welcome as this! And Mayor,”
>You raise your glass in her direction.
“Thank you for getting me my own office. I hope to never see you in there!”
14/?
>Everyone laughs at your goofy joke, and you step down from the table back into the party.
>As the night goes on, the dancing and drinking begins to blur together, and before you know it, everyone is filing out into the street on their way home.
>You stand by the door and shake each of their hoof on the way out, and you and Twilight sigh as the last guest leaves, and you shut the door.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for bed.”
>”Me too,” she says. You begin to stumble to the couch again, but a purple aura surrounds you. 
>”Oh no no no mister, you’re bunking with me!” she says, floating you up the stairs. You stare at her, eyebrow raised. “I-if that’s o-okay…”
>You chuckle, and nod your head appreciatively. The couch was a bit small anyways.
>As you both snuggle into the bed, your arm around Twilight’s midsection, you stare out onto the cool evening night, thinking about the past twelve hours.
>You had entered this world scared and in denial, prepared to kill yourself to escape. And then you were shown kindness and hospitality by the entire town. Any worries our doubts were gone.
>And the mare, impossibly enough, even seemed to have feelings for you!
>And you didn’t care. Maybe you even had feelings for her. You had told other people countless times, it doesn’t matter what they look like, who they are. If you truly have feelings for them, then just go with it.
>And as you drifted off, you decided that’s what you were going to do.
-
>The next morning, after trudging downstairs, you sit down at the table and munch on some toast, Twilight with her hay and milk, Spike with his gems.
15/?
>He was a cool little dude, and you enjoyed the little family you had acquired.  
>You were thinking about what to do with your own business, how to set up appointments, when a knock came at the door.
>”I’ve got it!” yelled Spike, before scampering off to the door. A few words were exchanged, before he returned with a few letters.
>”Derpy says hello.” He tosses the letters onto the table. You and Twilight sift through them.
>Most were welcome letters, but one of them was some fancy scroll. “I think it’s from the princess! She must’ve gotten my letter!”
>You raise your brow in question, and she blushes a bit. “I wanted her to know I had found and saved a new species!’
“Brag much?”
>You unfurl the scroll, and begin to read.
>”Dearest Anonymous,
>We have heard that a new species had entered our world, and after hearing what skill you have in the field of “psychology”, we believe that you can help us. One of Twilight’s friends, an Element of Harmony, known as Kindness, has committed quite the atrocity. She raped a stallion, and is so delusional, so involved in her own little world, that we have yet to find the proper way to deal with her. She does not accept that she hurt him, and no matter what we try, she still believes that he loves her, despite the many times he’s told her no. We cannot simply throw her into jail, as that would throw off the balance of harmony and chaos. So, with your specific set of skills, and unbiased view of our world, with advanced prior knowledge, we’d like you to assess her. From what we understand from Twilight, you are very capable, and we find that you are our best chance at a solution.
16/?
>We hope you can solve our problem, and bring Twilight, as well as P0nyville, back one of their citizens from the brink of chaos.
>Yours truly, Princess Celestia.”
>”Well,” Twilight asks, both Spike and her staring at you. “What does it say?”
“Well…”
>Your throat feels dry as sandpaper, and you swallow loudly. This world seemed perfect, without fault. You thought you'd at least get to wet your toes in the pool that is mental sickness, but it seems you're being asked to dive headfirst.
“It appears I have my first appointment.”
17/17
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