>Your eyes snap open
>Toilet. Must find toilet
>You roll off the couch and land hard on the floor
>You look around helplessly for a container of some sort to contain the inevitable outcome of your nausea
>Porcelain friend is too far away to help
>Kitchen sink shall have to do
>You crawl sluggishly to the counter, pulling yourself up just enough to be within firing range
>You let loose, bile going everywhere
>You wipe your mouth and slide, exhausted, into a sitting position at the base of the counter
>Never again
>You recall the events of the previous day
>How you'd behaved towards everyone
>You felt sick, and this time it wasn't just the alcohol
>The way you treated Applejack, not to mention Pinkie, was inexcusable
>But you were going to make things right
>And then you were going to make your preparation to leave Ponyville
>There were too many bad memories here
>You crossed your arms behind sighed your head
>Then grimaced as the smell of your pits wafted up
>You'll set things right
>Right after you take a shower
>You stink of cheap alcohol and sadness
>Oh god, you've turned into your mother
>After drying yourself off and changing into a clean pair of clothes, you make your way into Ponyville
>Sweet Apple Acres is across town after all
>You open the door to find the sun way all up in your shit
>Squinting, you tug at your collar. It's as warm as it was yesterday
>You pass through the centre of town, walking by town hall
>You'd heard it'd had some work done
>You couldn't really tell the difference
>"Mr. Anonymous! Wait!"
>You turned at the sound of your name
>A small brown mare is running across the square
>You attempt to remember where you saw her before
>Oh yeah! She works at town hall. You remember her from when everyone insisted you applied for citizenship
>You figured you'd do it, if only to get them off your back
>What could she want?
>Gasping for breath, she skids to a halt in front of you, her glasses nearly falling off her face
>"Mr. Anonymous, we've allocated an appointment for you and Miss Pie to hear the reading of Carrot and Cup Cake's Will"
>They had a will?
>They'd never mentioned anything like this to you
>"2 o'clock today, Mayor Mare's office"
"The Mayors office? Won't she be using it?"
>She shakes her head
>"The Mayor has been called to Canterlot for a special conference. I, being the Mayors aide, have been selected to fill in. Just for today."
>A thought comes into your head
"So, you're the Mayor-for-a-day? Anything you're not allowed to do?"
>She turns to you, her face dead serious
>"I'm not allowed to fail the Mayor. Not ever."
>You turn to leave
>"Oh, and Mr. Anonymous? Please bring the Cake foals"
>At least now Pinkie HAS to talk to you
>Although you don't know why the twins needed to be there
 
>You reach the outskirts of Ponyville
>The houses and shops have given way to apple trees
>As the barn comes into sight, you hear a deep *thwack* sound
>Searching for the source of the noise, you spot one of the two ponies you came here to to talk to
>One of the two ponies you were dreading talking to
>You stride purposefully up to her
"Uh... Hey, Applejack."
>She doesn't stop kicking the tree. The scowl on her face speaks volumes though
>Off to a great start
>You take a deep breath
"Maybe it's good you're not talking to me, because I'd prefer it if you just listened. Yesterday I said some awful things to you. And I'm sorry."
>She stops working, but still refuses to look at you, instead staring angrily into the bark of the tree
>You sit down, crossing your legs
"Applejack, I know I didn't have any right to snap at you like that. I was just... I was angry. But not at you. Hell, I don't even know what I was angry at... It was like-"
>"You were angry at everythin an' nothin all at the same time"
>She turns to you
>You open your mouth. Then close it and nod
>The two of you sit there for a little while, neither of you saying anything
>Finally she stands
>"Well, come on. From what I hear, you got some straightening out to do with Pinkie as well."
>You uncross your legs and stand up
"We okay?"
>She smiles
>"Fer now, Anon"
>You grin back
>The two of you walk towards the farmhouse
>On the way, Applejack tells you what the foals had been up to
>"...An' Ah know they've only been here a day, but the little scamps have all but turned the house upside down"
>You laugh, and stop as you remember your plans to leave, tucked away at the back of your mind
>You'll miss Pumpkin and Pound, but you couldn't stay
>Not now
>You step into the kitchen, refreshingly cool after the warmth of the day
>Granny Smith sits in her chair, regarding you
>You wonder if-
>"Well howdy there Mr. Anonymous! Come in for a glass of pink lemonade?"
>How you hated that old mare's pink lemonade
"Not today, Granny Smith"
>Applejack motions upstairs
>"Pinkie's up yonder"
>You nod your thanks
 
>Climbing the stairs, you hear laughter
>"Where's Pinkie Pie? Wheeere's Pinkie Pie?"
>You smile
>That stupid game
>As you reach the landing, you see an open door
>With a pink butt poking out of it
>"Wheeere's Pink-"
>Pinkie stops playing when she catches sight of you
>You give a small, awkward smile
"Hey Pinkie"
>She just stands there
>Great, it's Applejack all over again
>Tears form in her eyes
>Let's just get this over with
"Listen, Pinkie, we have- oof!"
>You are tackled, your wind firmly given the eviction notice
>"I'msorryIranoutAnonIjustdidn'tknowwhattodowhenIsawyoulikethatalllyingonthecouchandstuffanddon'tworryaboutthefoalsthefoalsareokaythey'reinherejustdon'tbemadatme-"
>This mare
>This wonderful mare was actually apologising to you?
"Pinkie, just stop"
>She looks up, fear and sadness in her eyes
"You're doing this all wrong"
>She looks up at you from your chest, her arms still wrapped firmly around your middle
>She sniffs and wipes her eyes
>"What?"
"You're supposed to be mad at ME. Then I come in and apologise."
>After prying Pinkie off your chest, you switch to a kneeling position and look her in the eyes
"I'm so, so sorry Pinkie"
>She smiles at you
>Like, really smiles. A Pinkie Pie smile
>You hadn't seen one of those in what seemed like forever
>The Aide's words from before come back to you
>Shit, what was the time?
>You look at a conveniently placed grandfather clock
>One fifty
>Oh, that's not so- Shit you have ten minutes to get across town
"Pinkie, we need to go to town hall. Like, now."
>She looks confused
>You explain the situation to her as quickly as you can
"...Which is why you need to come with me."
>She nods
>The two of you make your way across town with Pumpkin and Pound in tow
>You just hope you hadn't missed the appointment