"[Filly NMM] Mischief, for the Greater Good"
By 8th-Sin (https://pastebin.com/u/8th-Sin)

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Created on: Friday 9th of October 2015 12:44:46 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 9 of May 2021 08:38:56 PM UTC


>Just like the day before, Anon is slouching into the couch and wasting the day away. 
>You were told only the day after it happened that Anon was let go from Sugar Cube Corner. 
>He seems pretty depressed and has slumped into a lazy mood. 
>The dishes have begun to pile, Anon hasn't taken a shower, and he hasn't even begun to look for another job yet.
>“Anon, I’m hungry,” you whine.
“Alright,” he replies as he climbs out from the cavern his ass has made into the sofa, “What do you want?”
>“I dunno… Risotto?”
“I don’t feel like cooking for lunch.”
>With a sigh, you just grab some cereal yourself while Anon returns face down into the couch. 
>Part of you feels sorry for him, the rest is getting annoyed at how lazy and unproductive he has been. 
>As you chew away on your Krusty Flakes, you stare at the pile of dishes that are going untouched.
>“I spose I’ll set an example,” you mutter to yourself as you place your bowl on the pile.
>Using your magic, you turn on the water nearly full blast then begin searching for the dishwashing liquid. 
>It’s nowhere near the sink and going through each cupboard yields nothing. Then you notice the empty container sitting in the bin. 
>You ponder your predicament for a while, then figure dishwashing liquid is just soap for plates, so you head into the bathroom to grab some soap. 

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>As you’re heading back to the kitchen, you pass by the laundry room where there’s a pile of Anon’s dirty clothes on the floor. 
>The washing machine will take a while to soak all these, so you figure you could turn it on while you do the dishes. 
>Your magic isn’t quite strong enough to lift such a large pile, meaning you have to put all the clothes in one or two at a time. 
>Because you’ve never properly worked the washing machine, you carefully go over the detergent’s instructions before closing the washing machine’s lid and turning the dial. 
>The whole this begins to whir and violently shake once it’s on, causing you to fall off it. 
>You flutter your wings to balance yourself out before you land, then with a proud beam, you pick up the soap you were carrying and head into the kitchen.
“Moonie, what were you doing? I can hear the washing machine.”
>“Just cleaning Sir Bearington. He fell into some mud this morning.”
“Okay then. Just be careful.”
>“A-Anon…”
“Hm?”
>You’re about to speak up when you notice your hooves are getting wet. 
>Looking down, you lift a forehoof to inspect the puddle that’s gathered around you that’s come from the kitchen.
>“Are you feeling relaxed?”
“Eh, I guess.”
>“Good. You stay there. Exactly like that. I’ll go… Get you a drink or something. Don’t move,” you tell the giant alien man before bolting to the kitchen in a panicked frenzy.
>The entire kitchen floor is flooded with the water coming from the sink. 
>You leap onto the counter and begin turning the tap handle the wrong way which causes you worry more. 
>Then the tap handle comes off. 
>You stand there in a daze, holding the tap handle in front of your face as the water is now overflowing even more.
“Moonie, what are you doing?”
>Anon grabs the handle off of you and puts it back on before turning off the water.
>He turns to you and lets out a sharp, disappointed breath.
“Look, go take a bath, while I deal with this here.”
>It’s best not to argue here, so you do as you’re told and go soak in the bath for a while.

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>After you’ve dried off, you head into the kitchen to find out how Anon is doing and probably help him clean the mess you’ve made. 
>The carpet makes a sloshing sound as you push the kitchen door open.
>“Hey, Anon, how’s--”
>The sight to behold stuns you. 
>The puddle is completely gone and Anon just finished washing the last of the dishes.
“Hey, I’m going to go do the laundry. Find a way to keep out of trouble for me, alright?”
>He gives you a quick pet on the head as he walks by you. You’re still in a shock. 
>Just like that, Anon isn’t slouching around anymore.
>“All I had to do was cause trouble?” You grin as the realisation comes to you.
>With an excited shiver you begin looking for what else needs doing around the house.

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>Over the next few days you cause all kinds of trouble for Anon with the goal in mind of getting him to stay on his feet. 
>And it works brilliantly; spilling juice on the beds gets him to change and clean the sheets, drawing with chalk on the carpet got Anon to vacuum, and a stink bomb in the fridge motivated him to clean and restock it. 
>Those are just a few of the long list of what you’ve been up to. 
>Now you’re out and about in the town, looking for what you can do to get Anon out here and find a job.
>“This will be kind of complex, now that I think about it,” you mutter to yourself.
>“Heya Moonie,” chirps a unison of voices from behind you.
>You spin around to see Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.
>“Oh, it’s you two. How are you?”
>“I’m good, Daddy just bought us lunch at the Gilded Giraffe,” she brags with her head held up in pride, “Isn’t that right Silver Spoon?”
>“Yeah, it was divine. I had this vanilla sou--”
>“So, what are you doing?” Diamond Tiara interrupts.
>Silver Spoon was excited to talk about something, but once Diamond Tiara speaks up out of turn, Silver just steps back with an apologetic smile.
>“Helping out Anon with something.”
>“Ah, so you’re busy.”
>“We could help if you want?”
>“Unless you know somewhere that’s hiring, there’s not really much you can help with.”
>“I heard Anon lost his job at the bakery.”
>That annoys you. 
>Not Diamond Tiara being a gossiper, there’s no surprise there.
>It’s that rumours of Anon being fired have already made the rounds of the town, but nobody came with a job offer for him.
>“That’s a shame. Anon was the best baker there,” Silver Spoon chirps up.
>“His cupcakes needed work. They didn’t have the right burst of flavour,” you reply.
>“I like them.”
>“Anyway,” Diamond Tiara interrupts once again in an irate tone, “I don’t think Daddy is hiring.”
>“I had to volunteer at the town office last week for that school assignment, I think they were looking for people.”
>“Perfect. Thanks,” you state before you dart off to the town office, leaving Princess Brat and her parrot behind.

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>Once you’ve arrive at the town office, you begin looking around for something to wreak havoc upon. 
>You push open the door to see a pile of papers that nearly reach the ceiling and from under that pile is a nervous Mayor Mare, frantically scurrying around, back and forth, trying to fill out multiple papers at once.
>“This’ll be easy,” you mutter with a smile.
>Pushing over a few pot plants, you begin to draw devilish symbols on the walls with the potting mix. 
>Then you walk over to the largest stack of papers while an unsuspecting Mayor Mare places another form on top of it. 
>Clearing your throat to grab her attention, you then push it over. 
>The stack then collides with another causing all the forms from both to float through the air like snow around the two of you. 
>Mayor Mare gives you a very annoyed and tired glare before having you sit in the corner to wait.

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>Mayor Mare sent someone to go get Anon who has been stuck in the office with the Mayor for some time. 
>You’ve been forced by Anon to clean up everything. 
>You were kind of proud of some of your drawings, but they’ve got to go. 
>Picking up all the papers was the most time consuming because one pile was complete and the other was empty, so you had to look over each one. 
>Once the job is done, you lie on your back in exhaustion and wait for Anon. 
>A few minutes later Anon leaves Mayor Mare’s office.
>“I’ll see you on Monday,” she says with a wave and a smile.
“See you then. Come on Moonie,” he replies.
>The Mayor seems to be in a good mood, she even looks a little refreshed even.
>Anon also seems to be feeling chipper too, until you step outside, then his face drops into a very cold and stern scowl.
>“I think she likes you,” you tell him in a cheeky laugh.
“Moonie.”
>“Yes?” you reply with an upward inflection.
“You’re going to explain why you’ve been such a troublesome brat the past few days.”
>“Me? A brat? Pft, some gratitude that is. Here I’ve been, working my flank off to get you off your own and this is the thanks I get.”
“Oh, really? You’ve been causing trouble for my benefit.”
>“I’ve always been about the greater good you know.”
“Mhm, well then, you’ll be pleased to know you’ll be getting double chores now.”
>“WHAT?!”
“For the greater good, of course.”
>“This isn’t fair.”
“Oh, yes it is. And if you screw them up on purpose, I’ll start sending you around to other people’s houses to do their chores. Got it?”
>You bite your tongue but it’s not enough to stay it, so you settle for grumbling obscenities under your breath. 
>The Anon you know is back and he has a job.
“What was that?”
>“This is why a being a hero sucks!”
