>"I'm very sorry that I've caused you so much trouble Anon." Celestia says in an apologetic tone.
>She looks over at the petrified surgeons.
>After that battle, they look like they may have shit themselves.
>Celestia motions for them to leave the with her hoof.
>"I'd like to speak to our guest alone, without him fearing another, well, incident."
>You'd be angry as hell if she weren't so polite about almost killing you.
>And because she could kill your ass in an instant.
>As the surgeons begin to exit, they all try to cover up with their scrubs.
>Oh god.
>They actually shit themselves.
 
>"Alright, Anon," Celestia says, in her normal diplomatic voice, "I apologize for what has transpired; however, I still need to learn more about your species."
"You're not going to gut me this time, right?"
>"No, neither I or any of my staff are going to do that."
"No 'invasive procedures', nothing that will kill me, right?"
>"I assure you, I intend to keep you alive and well, Anon."
>That's comforting, even if she was going to torture and kill you only minutes ago.
"So what would you like from me?"
>"Twilight, your new assignment is to study Anon through any means you find suitable."
>"I was going to do that anyway! I have so many questions for him!" Twilight said, lightly bouncing up and down in excitement.
>Questions aren't bad. Definitely not like being eviscerated.
>"Now Twilight, try not to ask him too many questions at a time. I'm sure he's just curious about our world as we are about his."
>My world...
>God damn it.
>Amnesia.
>"Twilight, I'm going to send you and Anon back home now. Try to keep him out of sight of the townsfolk, ok? Wouldn't them to panic, now would we?" The princess said, sharing a laugh with Twilight.
"How are we going to get there without me being seen?" You ask.
>You're a giant compared to them.
>And you're no Solid Snake.
>"Teleportation, of course!" Celestia replies as her horn begins to glow.
>Of course.
>More of that.
>"Make sure to get lots of information, my faithful student!" Celestia chimes.
>Fuck.
>Everything went white again.
>There'd better be an eye doctor in Equestria.
>This shit can't be healthy.
 
>As your eyes adjust for the millionth time, shelves upon shelves come into view.
>Holy shit, this is a lot of books for one person.
>Or rather, one pony.
>"This is my home, Anon. I hope I can find accommodations for someone your size." Twilight said.
>As she climbed the ladder to look for something, a small, reptilian creature walked in.
>"Twilight!" It exclaimed joyfully, "You're ho-"
>It stopped dead in it's tracks, staring at me.
>You could see its eyes widening, its body beginning to tremble.
>"T-TWILIGHT, THERE'S A M-M-MONSTER IN THE HOUSE!" It screamed as it backed up to the wall.
>Twilight peeked over the edge of the upper level.
>"Oh, Spike! I need to introduce you to Anon!"
>It didn't budge.
"Dude, it's cool. I'm not gonna eat you or anything, I promise."
>It eased up a bit, but it kept its distance.
>"Anon, this is my assistant, Spike!" Twilight said cheerfully.
"Sup."
>Still trembling.
>"He's a bit skittish. Well, for a dragon."
>Wut.
>This puny thing is a dragon?
>All of my wat.
>Is EVERYTHING here tiny and adorable?
>"Spike, I assure you he's harmless. Well, mostly harmless."
>What's that supposed to mean?
"What do you mean by 'mostly' harmless?"
>"You don't remember? You saved me from that... thing..."
>You can't remember much of anything, much less something so ambiguous.
>All you can remember is some sort of virus you had, but... What was it?
>You remember some basic things, like history and science, but there's something you can't quite recall about Earth...
>"You saved Twilight? From what?" Spike asked, this time starting to come closer.
"I... I don't remember..." You say, scratching your head.
>"Really? I would have thought you would remembered it." Twilight said, giving you a confused look, "But whatever it was, Anon saved me from it!"
>Spike was no longer trembling, but now he was petrified.
>That's... That's so awesome!" Spike exclaimed, starry-eyed.
>He must really care about Twilight.
>Hmm... Now that he mentions it, you DO feel kind of awesome.
>You've survived a LOT of near death experiences in the past couple of days.
>Wait, how long have you been here?
"Hey, Twilight."
>"What, Anon? Are you ready for some questions?"
>Hell no. We just got here.
"Uh, actually, I wanted to know how long I've been here in Equestria."
>"Well, lets see... You went to sleep in the hospital on the first day, got transported to Canterlot on the second day-"
"Wait, what?"
>"When I told the princess about the ordeal in the forest, she wanted you transported to Canterlot. I think she must have kept you in a catatonic state for a day to run some, well, 'pre-mortem' tests on you."
>Oh God, that has got to be the creepiest thing you've ever heard.
"So today's the third day I've been here?"
>"Yeah, I think so. Why?" Twilight asks, grabbing another notebook off of the shelf.
>Really? Can't that wait just a tiny bit longer?
>But still, three whole days...
>You must smell like ass.
>You smell your pits.
>Ass-smell confirmed.
"Do you, by any chance, have a shower?"
>"Even better, Anon!" Twilight says, her horn slowly lighting up.
>Oh God.
>More magic.
>You close your eyes, anticipating another blinding flash.
>Instead, all you hear is a small 'poof'.
>"There! Not only are you clean, but so are your clothes!"
>Holy shit.
>Your clothes are spotless.
>And they were dirty as hell.
>Like, hobo dirty.
>Speaking of which, how did you get that way?
>What did that virus do to your memory?
>"Alright Anon, question time!" Twilight says, moving a stool right behind you.
>Well, she did just save your ass from a horrible, horrible death.
>Might as well repay her for that.
"Alright, shoot."
 
>"First off, what is with that clothing you're wearing?" Twilight asked.
"What do you mean?" You reply, wondering how they even know what clothing is.
>"Well, I've seen dresses, suits, vests, etc., but I've never seen something like that hooded thing you're wearing," Twilight questioned, looking at you with a puzzled expression.
>"What? You have dresses and shirts, but you've never heard of a hoodie?"
>"So, it's called a 'hoodie'? What's the purpose of wearing it? It doesn't look very formal..."
"Well, it IS casual wear after all."
>"Casual wear? Why do you even need to wear clothes if there's no event you must attend?"
>Oh boy.
"Well, walking around naked is heavily frowned upon on Earth. In fact, it's against the law."
>"Well that's certainly different..," Twilight said, writing all of this down in the notebook as usual,"And what about that bag on your back?"
>Bag?
>I never even noticed I had it on.
>Stupid fucking amnesia.
"It's called a backpack. Didn't you have something similar?" You respond, remembering the two bags she had on in the hospital.
>"We call them saddle bags. We carry all sorts of things in them. What's in yours?
>Good question.
>You open it up and start pulling out items.
"Well, there's a can of beans, some bandages, a first aid kit..."
>Why do you have all this shit in there? What could you possibly need that for?
"...A walkie talkie-"
>Twilight's eyes lit up.
>"Could you tell me what that i-"
>"Twilight, I wanna see the rest first. Can't it wait?" Spike asked, clearly enjoying the show.
>You like this kid's style.
"There's some bread in here, a photo..."
>Wait, a photo?
>Hmm...
>It's a picture of a girl.
>She's bending over to grab something.
>That ass...
>Oh my god.
>You remember now.
 
>Every moment, every detail.
>It all came rushing back.
 
>You remember everything.
 
>"Anon? Hello? You in there?"
>"C'mon man, you're creepin' us out, dude!"
>You snap back into reality.
>Twilight and Spike are sitting there, confused as to what the hell is going on with you.
"Twilight."
>"What is it? Are you hurt? Are you sick? What's wrong?!"
"I... I remember."
>"You remember what?" Twilight said, getting that ever-so-important notebook out again.
"My home. My friends. Why I'm here."
>"That's great! Maybe I can get you back to your home!"
"I... I don't want to go home, Twilight."
>"What? Why not?"
"My home is somewhere no one wants to be."
>"What could possibly be so bad? I don't know what I'd do if I never saw my home or my friends again!"
"My home..," You say, pausing to find the right words.
 
"My home is a living hell."