>You awake to the sound of somep0ny calling out your name.
>’ANONYMOUS! MR ANONYMOUS!!’
>You sit up and realise you spent the entire night asleep in your panic room. You stand up and stretch your muscles before hitting the “OPEN DOOR” button. As the door opens, you see two white unicorns in golden armour walking through your house. Celestia’s royal guards.
‘I’m awake. Stop shouting.’
>They both turn to you.
>’ Princess Celestia has sent us to take you to Canterlot’ said one.
‘Pardon? She demands me?’
>’ Princess Celestia has sent us to take you to Canterlot’ he repeated.
‘Are you sure she didn’t something along the lines of “Tell Anonymous that I request his presence here.”’
>’Listen monkey. She is our Princess, so you will do as we say, got it?’ said the other.
‘Ooo…Bad choice in words.’
>You leap the stupid guard, grabbing him around the horn. His friend prepares a spell, and you chuckle.
‘You really think I give a fuck. I committed suicide to get here, I seriously have nothing to live for. But I hope you realise if you shoot, your friend will be hit first.’
>You lift the unicorn up onto his hind legs, using him as a shield. The unicorn didn’t drop his spell.
M: Man, you might want to stop this.
>Why?
M: Cos I can hear something.
>You turn your head sideways, and listen for the sound. Sure enough, it’s there. A soft chuckle.
‘Alright, you had your fun. Get out here Celestia, or your guard may die.’
 >A slight breeze wisps past your head, and Celestia reforms in you and the guard readying an attack.
>’Hello Anon. It is nice to see you.’
‘First things first. Call off your dogs.’
>Celestia waves a hoof, and both teleport out.
 
>’Anon, you should know better than to attack the Royal Guards.’
>Celestia takes a seat on your couch.
‘They started it. I couldn’t give a crap if you said “Capture Anon”; busting into my house and demanding I go is not a good idea. Neither is calling me a monkey.’
>’I do apologise for them.’
‘Are you here to arrest me?’
>Celestia smiled ‘And why would I do that?’
‘Might as well tell you. I attacked Twilight last night. I threatened to kill myself on her tree because she stood up for her p0ny friend when I had evidence against her.’ You look at Celestia and she still smiles ‘But you already knew I had attacked her. You just wanted to see if I was brave enough to confess.’
>’Yes, but I am not here for that. Twilight Sparkle did send through that evidence, so I came take you to Canterlot so I can get your side of the story, and what you would like to be done.’
‘Fine… Give me a minute.’
>You walk into your room, and pack a bag for the trip.
A: Are you going to try and find Octavia?
‘Maybe…’
A:Okay, cos I had an idea…
‘What is it?’
A: Piano…
>You eyes go wide and you smile. You grab a few more items, and sling the bag over your shoulder.
‘Okay Celestia. I am ready.’
>’Okay Anon. Hold on.’
>Celestia’s horn begins to glow and you are both teleported to the Canterlot throne room.
 
>You land in the throne room with a thud, your face smashing into the tiled floor. As you stand back up, Celestia is already sitting in her throne, a smile never leaving her face.
‘Always such a gracious host, Princess.’
>’So, start from the beginning. When did this start?’
‘About a month after landing here. I had just shown everyp0ny my house, and I thought they left, until I heard a door slam, and there she was. She attacked me, and forced herself upon me. I dislocated her hoof in self defence.’
>’And why didn’t you report it?’
‘I thought to myself she was my friend, or so I thought. I told her if it happened again, I would. I thought it was over with, until…yesterday.’
>’Can you tell me what happened?’
‘She busted in my door, went looking for me. I took her back to the farm and left her there. After I came home, my guest…was gone.’
>’And that’s when you snapped?’
‘Yes, I threatened to kill Applejack for what she did to me. She ruined my life, and I… I can’t take it anymore.’
>’So, that’s it?’
‘Yeah, whatever.’
>’Anon, I think it would be better if you took time to think about all of this. I can understand how upset you were at Miss Applejack’s actions, and I do not blame you for the way you acted.’
M:You’re damn right you won’t
>’I believe you should spend the night here. Have a vacation from all of this trouble.’
‘And my work with Rarity?’
>’I will send word that you will be indisposed at this time. Now, do you want something to eat?’
‘Thank you, but no thank you. I think I might take a nap. Good Day Princess Celestia.’
>’Good Day Anon.’
 
>You find your way to the chambers Celestia prepared for you, and you immediately crash on the bed, slipping into dreamless sleep.
>You awake a few hours later, and stumble from the guest chambers through the halls of Canterlot castle. You didn’t know the time, you didn’t care either. You needed food, and wanted to talk to Celestia.
>You eventually find the throne room, and walk in without knocking. You immediately realised you dun goofed. Instead of a room bathed in the glow Celestia’s sun, the room was lit by the light of the moon. Sitting on her throne was the dark blue Alicorn princess herself.
>’AH ANONYMOUS, WHAT…*ahem* We mean, What a pleasant surprise?’
‘Good evening Princess Luna. I have not seen you since they dragged me away to the town of coloured p0nies.’
>Luna giggled.
>’Thou mustn’t mean that?’
>’You look around the empty room, noticing no other p0nies in there.
‘Wanna do me a favour?’
>’Pardon?’
‘Can you hold off the regal tone when it’s just us? I don’t have my peasant to sovereign translator book.’
>Luna giggled again.
>’Of course, Anon. What brings you around the castle at this time?’
‘I needed a walk and food.’
>’I can call for the chef-‘
>you hold up your hand.
‘No thank you. I will most likely take a walk through town. Did Celestia inform you on why I am here?’
>’I do not need to see Celestia to know your troubles. I see everything that happens under my night sky.’
‘But…it happened during the day?’
>Luna face hoofs ‘I was trying to be mysterious, you idiot.’
‘Then don’t be so fucking mysterious. I mean fuck, I thought you were better than your sister.’
>Luna just stares at you with a quizzical look.
‘Fine, fucking banish me. Might as well, I lost everything else.’
 
>Luna keeps staring at you, and you get tired of this. You walk over to the window and open it.
‘Alright, since you can’t kill me yourself, I’ll do it.’
>You step up on the edge and prepare to jump, only to be surrounded by a blue aura.
>’I did not say you could leave.’
>She levitated you back in front of her, and you just sit on the ground.
>’Did you mean what you said? About my sister?’
‘Well yeah, kinda.  I mean talking to her about this whole mess, she just played ignorant. You on the other hand, I thought you were smart. You created fucking constellations in the sky, you’re an artist.’
>Luna blushed and smiled.
‘Great…another rapist p0ny.’
>’You may leave my presence.’
>You walk towards the window again, and Luna laughed.
>’Do you want some advice on where to go for what you are looking for?’
‘You have hamburgers here?’
>Luna laughed again ‘Go down the mane street, and take the third left. The place is a small café that is open this late.’
>You smile at Luna, and walk to the door before stopping.
‘What did you mean “what I’m looking for”?’
>’As I said, I can see everything under my night sky.’
‘Creepy night p0ny. Good night Luna.’
>’Good night Anonymous.’
>As you walk down the streets of Canterlot, you feel the cool night air blow through your hair. There isn’t a lot of p0nies out at this time, fairly deserted. It makes you feel calmer, not having to deal with crazed p0nies, whether they knew you or not.
A: Gosh, remember when we were here last?
‘Yeah…I pissed off Octavia.’
M: Look how that turned out.
‘Life’s a bitch.’
 
>You turn down a small side street, and see a light on halfway down the street coming from a small café. You stroll down the path towards the café. Hopefully they have food. You open the door, and immediately you smell coffee. Atleast you can get some coffee here.
>The music reminded you of the old film noir movies you watched in the psyche ward. The Maltese Falcon was the best.
>You sit at a table towards the back, not wanting to attract attention.
>A waitress p0ny, cream with a black mane with a red stripe, very nice and very pregnant, takes your order.
>’Hi, what can I get for you?’
‘Cup of coffee, black with 2 sugars. Do you have any food?’
>’Yeah, I think we still had some pastries left.’
‘I’ll take one of them too thanks.’
>She gives you a smile and walks off.
>You look around and notice you are the only being in the café.
M: Must be cos it’s so late.
>The waitress comes back with your coffee and pastry.
‘Thank you, Miss…’
>’Raspberry Mocha.’
‘How long until…’
>’Oh, about a month now. My husband Red Tux and I are excited.’
‘Do you know if it’s a filly or a colt?’
>’A little colt.’
>You reach into your pocket and pull out a small bag of bits, putting it in her apron.
>’Sir, you pay at the counter. And that looked like too much.’
‘It’s not for the coffee. It’s for you. You shouldn’t be working your hooves off.’
>Tears formed in Raspberry’s eyes, and she smiled.
>’Thank you sir.’
‘Just raise the colt with love.’
>She smiles again and walks away.
 
>As you sip your coffee, you notice the band start to slow the music, so you stand up and walk to a seat closer to the stage, as you get closer, you notice the instruments. A piano, a saxophone and a small drum; none of which were being played. The music was coming out of a phonograph. The only instrument that as being used was a cello being plucked by a familiar grey p0ny.
>The music finishes and you softly clap. She turns around to see you sitting there, and blushes.
>’Please leave. I do not vant to cause you any more problems.’
‘Yeah, no. I sorted out everything. And I owe you a new bow.’
>’Pfft. I can get new bow. I think it better if you leave.’
‘Hmmm…. I have an idea. You versus me on an instrument I choose. Winner is the one who plays it better.’
>’Zee judge?’
>You turn to see Raspberry Mocha cleaning a table.
 ‘Hey Raspberry? Can you judge our concert?’
>’Okay.’
>You turn to Octavia with a smile.
‘So, do you accept?’
>’Da, if I must.’
‘Okay. Piano. You can play first, but please understand I can only play one actual song.’
>Octavia laughs and walks over to the piano.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FTZPkdM084
>She starts to play a Russian folk song, hitting every key perfectly. The melody brought to mind a land of snow, with p0nies running and playing in it. To some it sounded sad, but you felt happiness as Octavia gently tickled the keys.
>She finished playing and looked at you with a smug smile. Raspberry Mocha clapped at the song.
‘Yeah, make it hard.’
>’I do not see vhy I should lose just to ruin your life.’
‘And me not having you in my life makes me better off how?’
>She looks at you in silence, and nods.
 
>You walk up to the piano and look over to the two mares.
‘Please forgive me if I don’t do good.’
>You start to tap keys, making a few mistakes. Octavia doesn’t giggle at this, both offer you a reassuring smile. You take a deep breath and try again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mVW8tgGY_w
>You play the piano, guided by Alice’s fingers over yours, like you did a thousand times before. As you play, you remember why you did this.
‘Prove to others you are not useless’ you whisper to yourself.
>You hit each key perfectly, like you trained yourself to do. If a deaf man could compose this, an insane man could play it.
>Tapping on the final keys, you stand up and smile.
>Raspberry gives you an applause, but Octavia was in utter shock.
>’But how?’
‘I said I knew one song,’ you say as you walk of the stage. ‘I spent an entire year learning it. Always wanted to use it in a piano-off.’
>You sit down with Octavia and Raspberry, and chuckle.
>’Zat was cheating.’
‘Nope. I did what I had to do to talk to you again. Who won?’
>Raspberry looked between you and Octavia.
>’It doesn’t matter. You both want the same thing, no matter what you say.’
>Octavia blushed, and you smiled.
‘Octavia, would you like to go for a walk? I assume Raspberry has work to do.’
>She looks at you and her blush deepens in colour.
>’Umm…yes. I vould like zat.’
>You stand up and help Octavia out of her seat, and you both walk out the door.
 
>You and Octavia walk through the streets of Canterlot, enjoying the night air.
>’So, vhere did you learn to play piano so well?’
‘Another goal from the psyche ward. I wanted to prove to the doctors that I wasn’t totally useless, so I said I will learn that song in a year. They said I was insane, and I told them I knew that. I mean, why else would I be there?’
>Octavia giggled, and you blushed.
‘So everyday, I practiced and practiced. I worked hard to know one song that was so complicated; I was told it was impossible. Don’t tell me that something is impossible when you can’t measure the human spirit.’
>’Well, it vas beautiful.’
‘Thank you. I assume you are wonderful at every instrument.’
>Octavia chuckled ‘No, not all. But I try my best.’
>You both stop outside a house, and Octavia looks at you.
>’Zis is my place here…’
‘Oh… well it was nice to see you again.’
A: Ask her.
‘I umm…. I hope to see you again some time.’
A: ASK HER!
>’Oh. Okay zen…’
>Octavia looked disheartened.
M: Oh for fucks sake…
>Mark grabbed your head, taking control for a few seconds.
‘Octavia, would you go out with me?’ she forced you to say.
>’Pardon? Did you just ask me out?’
‘I…I guess I did.’ You swallow hard ‘Yes. I did ask you out.’
M: You only fail when you don’t try.
>’I vould like zat Anonymous.’
>Octavia smiled and you blushed again.
‘O-okay then. Let’s say tomorrow night, I will come round at about 7?’
>’It sounds vonderful.’
>You smile and say goodnight, before walking towards the castle.
 
>You slip into the castle’s large doors and try to creep down the hallway as silently as you could.
>’Did you have fun?’ comes a voice.
>You spin to see Luna standing behind you.
‘Oh…yes. Thank you Princess Luna.’
>’Did you get what you needed?’
M: No, no poon-tang.
>You stifle a giggle, before shaking your head.
‘I almost didn’t. I was too afraid to ask, but my friend forced me.’
>’And I assume it worked out good?’
‘Well, I am not throwing myself off a cliff.’
>Luna chuckles.
>’Good night Anon.’
‘Night Luna.’
>You creep to your bedroom and fall onto the bed. You toss and turn for a bit before staring at the ceiling.
‘Yes, thank you guys. I am glad I have you as friends.’
M: Night man
A: Nighty night Anon.
‘Night guys.’
>You roll over and fall asleep, not even considering how stressful tomorrow will be.