>You are Anon.
>Man, walking home sucks.
>But you've got to get there somehow, right?
>HomeSleepScene.txt
>You wake up to dawn peeking through the curtains.
CELESTIA, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!
>It's not like anyp0ny can hear you Besides, you hate the sun.
>It's too early for this shit.
>But then again, you remind yourself that this is your own source of revenue.
>Clambering down the stairs after slapping some clothes on, pears sound nioce.
>No they don't.
>You hate pears.
>Who needs food?
>Finally making it down the dangerous stairs, you realize what time it is.
>8 AM on the dot, practically taunting you.
>Late again, but nohorse cares at this point, so why fret over it?
>You skip breakfast anyway, planning to borrow an Apple from Orangestrong. Permanently.
>Yet again you are greeted by your amazing fans of the town P0nyville as you strut along.
>They really do love you. Especially that minty looking one.
>Reaching the Sweet Apple Acres you know and hate, Applejack is waiting, as usual.
>"Well heya there Anon! Wanna come over 'ere and eat a smidge before workin'?"
>Not really.
I'd love to, Applejack, but I can't stay long. I really need to hurry up and get those farther fields cleared.
>"Awh, that's alright Anon. Come back when yer done though. Today's payday."
>She tosses you two red apples.
>Mission success. Apples acquired.
>Bounty in tow, you stuff an apple into your back pocket at munch on the other one.
>Today is a good day.
>You grab a wagon as well as a few buckets, now prepared for the day.
>It doesn't take long for your mind to wander back to that abomination that nearly stole your soul.
>Purple called it a Bat Pony, but your pretty sure she's wrong, trying to lure you into some gnarly trap.
>You stop working entirely, vaguely recalling something...
>'It's a Trap!'
>Ow. That hurt your head just to think about it.
>Putting aside the impending headache of doom, you go back to [spoiler]t[/spoiler]work[spoiler]ing[/spoiler]
 
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> You are now the Bat Horse.
> Dusk approaches as you wake up, the night starting to settle in.
> Oh look. You're up three minutes early.
> You knew the schedule would be off.
> Grumbling, it's now time to play thing waiting game.
> ...
> Now.
 
> You are Anon. That was a pretty nice day.
> Save for the mental lapse of traps.
> But that's alright.
> You get a chance to meet the soul stealing monster.
> Surely that'll get you points with the ladies, right?
> Maybe that one that looks like toothpaste'll accept your invites.
> Whatever. Twilight said to be over in that tornado area at about the same time.
> 'Makin' my way down town~'
> STOP BRAIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING
> You quickly make your way there, furiously shaking your head to remove the thought.
 
> You're a Bat, [spoiler]Harry[/spoiler]
> You've just slashed Jeb and marked the day. What a horrid thing you do every day, simply to mark the time.
> That's okay, though. He always forgives you.
> Time for bed. No. Wait. It's time to view the shadow.
> Perhaps it will be different again?
> Who knows, but it's best to check.
> It is part of the schedule, after all.
 
[spoiler] I can't stop thinking of the remix [/spoiler]
 
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> Now you're Anon.
> So close, yet so far.
> Purple is in the distance, waiting by the tornado. It's actually more like a hurricane at this point.
> "Anon! You're late by a minute and three seconds!"
> You hate her accurate measurements.
I was busy. Doing things. In the place. With the thing. Sorry.
> "That's fine. Just come over here and hold this."
> She holds out a neat little trinket, a mixture of what looks to be gems and metal.
What, did you toss your jewellery into a smelter just to see what would happen?
> "No. It's magic."
> Shitty explanation.
> You take it anyway.
FUCKFUCKFUCK
> You drop it. The thing is hot as hell.
> The object that had the audacity to assault you with heat new sinks into the ground.
> "Thank you, Anon, now we can go in and come back out right here."
> She's smiling. She knew that would happen.
> Oh, she's really going to get it.
> You throw your apple core from earlier at her.
> "Anon! It was for science!"
> Whatever.
> You casually walk past the tornado, knowing it's move sets and using a super-effective [spoiler]Pokemon[/spoiler] tactic.
> "Anon, wait for me!"
> Purple darts forward, trying to get past you.
> Not that you mind. You're too afraid to move.
> There's a shadow right beside you, creeping along [spoiler]and stopping.[/spoiler]
> Oh Buddha. You never believed in him, but you might as well take all the help you can get.
> Your soul is at risk, after all.
> Oh look. It's that weird bat thing. It looks extremely confused.
Bat! Pssst! Bat! Come over and draw the thing away!
> In your attempt to quietly lure the monster to the other monster, your plan backfires.
> The shadow looks angry, or just about as angry as a two dimensional figure can be.
 
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> You are now bat.
> What an odd creature has approached you, waving it's extremely weird hooves at you.
> That's the second day in a row that things have been different.
> You've come to dislike change.
> Oh, looks like the shadow doesn't either.
> It looks at the monster, well, as much as a shadow can look.
> Perhaps you should do something?
> Or trot off. That sounds fine too.
-Squeak-
> What the hell was that?
> Your hoof collides with your face, sliding down.
> I guess that's what happens with extreme voice disuse.
> Instead of beckoning the beast over, you wave.
> It shakily waves back.
> Hm... Pretty social for what seems to be a slave race.
> You grab a nice stick from the nearby grass.
> Yes, this should do nicely.
> Lazily, you trot to the shadow, whacking it with a stick.
> -Whack-
> Ow.
> -Whack-
> Ow.
> That failed miserably. Maybe the shadow transmits it's pain?
> Nevertheless, you shrug.
> Poor pale p0ny. At least you seem to have had a good-
> -SHAZAM!-
> Something purple whizzes by your muzzle, missing by inches.
> Nanos later and your chest burns more intense than the flames of hell.
 
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> You spontaneously become Anon.
> What happened?
> The tornado stopped, so that's a plus.
> Oh, and the shadow disappeared. That's even better, your soul is safe for another day.
> "Anon! Don't just stand there, help that p0ny!"
> Purple is yelling at you for some reason.
> That's when you realize there's a Bat P0ny thriving on the ground in pain.
What happened?
> "That's not important, what matters is that we get her to a hospital!"
> Pushy.
> You pick up the little horse, prepared to walk the umpteen some miles back.
> This already kind of sucks. Whatever. Time to get going.
Wow. This bat is kinda fluffy.
> "She's hurt and that's all you're thinking about?"
> Yes. Yes you are.
Can't you just [spoiler]twilyport[/spoiler] us there?
> "..."
> Score: Anon 1, Purple 0.
> After a bright and temperamentally blinding flash, you're in the hospital.
> "What."
> It's that one white and red horse. You kind of like her too.
Here. Tell me what room she'll be in.
> You hand off the Bat, cloak and all.
> "W-what?"
> Great. Now she's even more confused.
Treat the pony.
> The nurse darts off. Finally.
> You plop down in the waiting room, examining a Play-Pone magazine.
> You're so glad these horses don't care about exposure.
 
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> You are now bat.
> Groggily, you sit up, soaking up the world around you.
> Nice walls, blue in color. You like blue.
> Ugly floors. White is bad.
> Oh, and you're in a bed. That's not your bed, but at least you're the only one in it.
> Ow. Ow. Ow. OW!
> As it turns out, moving more than your head around is a no-go.
> You notice that slave-beast again.
> You remember being picked up and carried before passing out.
> He was warm, oh so warm...
> OW OW OW OW
> Ah. It was only a few clever steps and a hop to get into it's lap.
> Said lap is cozy, as expected.
> It's a good thing the slave is sleeping. You wouldn't want it to wake.
> Now, time for a reassessment.
> You're no longer trapped in that area.
> Jeb is gone. That part irks you quite a bit, but you press on.
> It appears to be night, though the window is quite dank.
> You're in a hospital, one in which that seems to have taken care of your wounds.
> Good thing they didn't toss you out. Most p0nies have a strong dislike of you.
> You're still hurt. That's pretty bad, but you'll heal and survive.
> There's a nice creature that saved you.
> You plan on getting more information from the slave, and possibly releasing it back into the wild.
> Cloak. Where's your cloak?
> It was a gift from a good friend.
> Your breathing becomes shallow.
> A really, really good friend.
-Sniffle-
> You're satchel is gone too.
> You made it yourself when you were growing up.
> [spoiler] [Sniffling intensifies] [/spoiler]
> Huh?
> Oh. There it is. Cleverly placed on what looks to be a night stand.
> And your cloak is behind the slave. You'll retrieve it later.
> For now, you rest.
 
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> You become Anon through.
> What's this?
> That little horse from before is on your lap, clearly satisfied with it's current position in life.
> Well. Time to change that.
> You stand up, carefully setting the bat onto her bed.
> Much better. There'll be no more touching between the two of you.
> "Yawwwwwnnnnnnn"
> Ha. Squeaking, now yawning in that high pitched manner?
> That's a bit cute. Not that'd you'd admit it aloud.
Awake, sunshine?
> "Squeaaaakkkkkkkkkkk"
> She probably needs some water. You grab her some.
> The bat gladly accepts the glass you retrieve, taking a long swig before addressing you.
> "Thank you, slave creature."
> Oh. She thinks your a slave. And she's still squeaky. Probably pretty young, then.
Look, kiddo, I'm not a damn slave. I'm a free, [spoiler] Independent black woman, who don't need no man! [/spoiler]
> "Yes, sure you are. That's why the purple pony hoofed you that object just for it to harm you?"
> Damn it.
No. It was intentional. I was helping.
> Her brows raise.
> "Helping by pain. Now that's quite helpful."
> Whatever. You'll put her on the revenge-list later.
Fine. Whatever you see it as, I don't care any more.
> "You're still talking to me. Obviously you care."
> THIS FUCKING HORSE
> You quickly grab the black, tattered shit she was wearing when you found her, throwing it at the bat.
> "Thank you. I wanted that back."
> THIS
> DAMN
> BAT
 
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