"Hey girls, you ever wonder why Anon is always alone?"
>Upon hearing your question, all your friends turn their eyes on the green guy in the back.
>He seems to be typing away on a laptop, minding his own business.
>Surprisingly the first one to speak is Rainbow.
>"Well that's a good one Sunset, he's sitting next to me in history but I've never seen him talking to anyone besides me."
>She's followed by Applejack who's wearing a devious grin on her face.
>"Fella might also be retarded, 'cause he asks Rainbow fer help when he didn't' pay attention. Rainbow. Can you imagine that? He could be talkin' to his desk, that'd get him 'bout as far as he gets with her.
>All she gets is a playful jab to the shoulder by an annoyed Rainbow Dash.
>"I am not sure, but I believe I have math with him."
>Says Rarity slowly tapping on her chin.
>Looking at him he seems pretty average.
>Green skin, short brownish hair, blue eyes and a gray hoodie.
>He looks so normal, so why is it you can't think of a time you've seen him with any of the groups?
>"He could be really shy, maybe he doesn't talk to anyone because he's afraid to do so."
"Well Fluttershy, you might be right, we don't know a lot about him. Pinkie?"
>Pulling a notepad out of her hair she checks the list of names in it.
>You won't even ask where that came from, you stopped thinking about that a long time ago.
>Looking over the list Pinkie lets out a short hum.
>"He's been with us for a looong time, I tried throwing a party for him once but he didn't show up. I even fired my party cannon to show how much I wanted to see him!"
>Applejack gives a groan while facepalming over what Pinkie said.
>"My gut's tellin' me he got spooked by your, special, personality, Pinkie"
>You're still staring at Anon, hunched over his laptop he looks focused.
>Maybe you should talk to him, he's probably only using that thing because he's got nothing to do.
"You know what? I think I'm gonna give it a shot."
>Standing up, you head towards his table.
 
>Be Anon, morally challenged loner of Canterlot High.
>Your finger is hovering over the submit button and you're trying to come up with reasons not to do what you're about to do.
>Should you do it though? If you send this tip now, the FBI is gonna ruin this guy.
>He has no life at all, police officer with no family, no kids, his parents are dead, no friends either. No one's gonna miss him. It's kinda sad really.
>He's a junkie and pissed of the big bosses, now you're the one who's cleaning it up.
>You really don't want to mess him up, but If you don't do it you're as good as dead.
>They don't want him dead that's for sure, otherwise he would've died long ago.
>If you do as you're told, he's gonna get in jail for a long time, they'll probably sell his stuff to cover his debts, when he comes out he's gonna have nothing.
>Still, being homeless is better than being dead right? The answer is clear.  
>Letting out the breath you've been holding you press the button.
>You just trashed his life, but at least you and the guy both get to live for a bit longer.
>You slowly shut down your laptop and put it away.
>Looking down at the table you see the taco on your tray.
>It's taco tuesday and the delicious meaty miracle is just laying there waiting for you.
>Ironically you can't even look at food right now, not after this.
>Pushing it away you lay your head on the table.
>You had no choice right? If you don't do it you're dead and they'd just off the guy, it's easier for them that way.
>What if y-
>"Hi there, you're Anon right? I'm Sunset nice to meet you."
>Looking up you see a red  haired girl pulling out a chair from underneath your table.
>"I was wandering what you're up to, you know, I noticed you're always alone and felt kinda bad. about it soo, I came to check on you. Mind if I sit down?"
 
>What the. Is she serious? Are you busted? Is she like agent or something?
>She has a bright smile on her face and she gives another table nervous glances every few seconds.
>Looking over you see six girls watching you from far away.
>Well you probably don't have to worry about her, they wouldn't send seven agents just to take out a small time criminal right?
>"Anon are you there? You spaced ou."
>Shaking your head you just realized you have yet to say something to her.
"Oh, uh, sure yeah uh take a seat uh, Sunset."
>Smooth Anon, real smooth, didn't sound like an idiot. Not one bit.
>"Alright thanks, so how's it going? I see you chose taco as well. Granny Smith is a genius if you ask me."
>Jeez, got your tryhard panties on aye? You should get rid of her somehow.
"Everything's all right, I guess? Quiet like always and yeah I wanted taco but now I don't feel like eating, my head kind hurts."
>You tap your head and let out a quiet groan to seem cooperative.
>You have to find a way to get away from this, you really started to feel sick.
>"Uh, you alright? I have some pain killers if you need one, I had problems with sleeping these past few days so I brought some with me in case I get fuzzy again."
>No Sunset, painkillers won't cut it for you, this isn't an ordinary sickness.
"Uhm sure but what kind of pills? I'm sorta allergic to Fenoflex."
>Please let them be Fenoflex please god.
>Your prayers are answered as she deflates a bit.
>"I'm sorry Anon but I guess I don't have anything else on me, you should probably see the nurse if it's too bad. She's like  supercool!"
>Ooh? How does she know Redheart so well? You know here because her husband has been in the same situation you are.
"You're right, I think I'm gonna do just that, I honestly feel kind of shit if you don't mind the language."
>Standing up you pick up your bag but Sunset speaks up again.
>"No I don't really mind. Should I come along? This is the most we've ever talked and you seem pretty cool."
 
>Standing next to the table you think about your chances.
>If you let her come with you she might get the wrong idea that you're open to  ... friending? Is there a word like that?
>Anyways you should turn her down and make Redheart send you home, she'll do it, you know her well.
>Turning back you pretend to feel really bad while stroking your head.
"Sorry Sunset but I think I'll go alone, it's like a minute from here, we could meet up after school though. What do you say?"
>You see her smile grow a bit when she hears you.
>"Of course, that's awesome Anon, see you at the statue then?"
"Sure. See ya."
>With that you give her a wave and leave the cafeteria.
>Walking down the hallway you're headed for the nurse's office.
>The school seems empty around this time, even the corridors feel darker without groups of students running around, it's actually preatty peaceful.
>However you feel panic taking over and your head starts thumping hard.
>You're about halfway there when you duck into the toilet and hide into a booth.
>Hunched over a toilet you let out your stomach's content, nausea takes hold of you body.
>You're  shaking horribly even after you flush the toilet.
>When you're done you're just sitting on the ground, looking at the floor.
>You loose track of time, you must've stayed like that for a good five or so minutes.
>That makes what? Four? Just this month? Four lives, gone, Because of you.
>How much more do they want? You have to get away from them somehow.
>If you keep doing this you'll surely go crazy in a year.
>Your legs feel like steel ingots as you get up and walk up to the sink.
>In the mirror you see a shadow of yourself, huge bags under your eyes, you got skinnier as well.
>It's eating away at you, the guilt. There has to be a solution.
>You have the gun at home ... No it's not that bad, it's never that bad.
>Washing your face and mouth you take a few breaths to clear your head and step out to the hallways again.
 
>Stepping through the door you see her typing on her computer, you greet her but she doesn't even look at you.
>"Hello there Anonymous, how may I help?"
>You just slump down on a bed next to her.
"I had to do another one Red ... I .. can you send me home for the day?"
>Now she turns to you, you feel the blue orbs drilling into your soul, she stays like this for a few seconds but takes out a note right after and passes it to you.
>"Get some rest, you did what you had to I'm sure, you just have to sort this out, just like the others."
>You take the note and open the door to leave but she speaks up again.
>"You're a good guy Anon, it's hard sometimes I know, but don't let it get to you, maybe, get someone to talk about it, it helped my husband."
>You stand there for a good minute there, she might be right. It sounds nice to just talk about it but ... how ? You give her a dry, grateful smile.
"Thank you Redheart, it means a lot, have a nice day."
>Giving the note to Principal Celestia you're on your way to home a few minutes later.
>Thankfully your flat is like a ten minute walk from school.
>You just want to get home and go to sleep, that'll give you some time to think.
>When you arrive hime you simply toss your stuff on the ground, lock the door and lay down on the bed.
>The soft hum of your computer helps to relax and you feel the world slowly fade away when you close your eyes.
 
>Be a furious Sunset Shimmer waiting for that dipshit Anon to come out of school the next day.
>"Sunset, darling you said Anon felt sick. Maybe he was sent home by nurse Redheart. Please calm down and be a lady."
>You heard what she said but you're too angry to care about it. You ARE a lady, well sort of. A really pissed one.
"He should've said something at least."
>You waited for him for hours yesterday, you were right to be pissed.
>Oh yes there he is.
"ANON! WHERE DID YOU GO YESTERDAY?!"