>"Anon, what exactly are you doing?"
"Shh. I'm harvesting the nails. They're coming in nicely this season."
>Twilight smacks her face with her hoof, groaning in pain once it connects.
>"Ow! Applejack is going to be furious that you're prying the nails from her barn."
>You look at her from your perch, with your trusty multitool in one of your hands, and a small pile of nails next to you.
"Quiet you. I need them more than she does."
>A quick tug, and the multi-tool is gently pulled from your grip.
>"What in the wide wide world of Equestria do you mean? What did you do with the rest of your stipend?"
>Yeah, so the Princess was cool enough to grant you a "Thank the Sun and Moon There's Only One of You" monthly stipend.
>She figured it would keep your hands occupied, and that you'd drink yourself into a coma within the first month.
>You raise your finger triumphantly in the air.
"BUT SHE THOUGHT WRONG!"
>Twilight narrows her eyes at you.
"WHO are you talking to?"
>You eye her suspiciously, stick the nails in your pockets, and jump.
>Landing face first, you raise you head, shake the mud and blood off your face, and grin at her.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
>She raises one eyebrow at you, and sighs loudly.
>"Okay, no. I can't deal with you when you get like this. You got so worked up over your 'secret project' that you've been acting crazier and crazier every day."
>You slither towards her.
>Like some kind of snake or something.
"Oh Twilight, Twilight, Twilight."
>You stand up, and give her a bear hug.
>She squeaks as you hug her, but then returns the hug, purple hooves squeezing your broad human shoulders.
>You whisper into her ear.
"Want to make out?"
>"WHAT?!"
>You grin at her.
"Maybe you didn't hear me. I said, would you like to see my big project?"
>She takes a step back and looks at you hesitantly.
"Uhhh. Sure?"
 
>The two of you make back to your house.
>Well, when you say house, you're not really giving it its due respect.
>With your own two hands, you expanded it.
>It now boasts a rather large workshop area, where you tinker with stuff.
>Occasionally ponies would complain to Madame Mayor about the loud noises, ticking, and banging that emnate from your house at night.
>Thankfully, the mayor explained that you were eccentric, and probably slightly insane due to being the only member of your species in Equestria.
>Twilight is trotting next to you while humming some kind of tune.
>The two of you stop in front of your door, and you place your hand on Twilight's chest.
>She's very fluffy.
>She looks up at you.
"Now, I've never shown this to anyo- anypony before. You have to -promise- you won't say a word!"
>She nods solemnly.
>"I promise."
>Good.
>Good.
>You open the door and motion her to come inside.
>Somewhere else, Rainbow Dash sneezes.
>You lead her to the workshop door, where you fumble with a bunch of keys for the insane amount of locks you installed.
>She eyes you suspiciously.
>"Anonymous, why the secrets."
>You grin and giggle.
"All will be revealed soon, my little pony."
>She groans loudly.
>You finally get the door open, and fling it open dramatically.
>Twilight's jaw drops as the two of your enter your workshop.
>"It's... it's..."
>You bounce up and down in excitement.
"I know! Isn't it beautiful!"
>"...It's a giant clock. Made out of wood."
 
>You grin and nod at her.
"It even works too!"
>And indeed it does.
>The second hand moves, making an ominous tick.
>She looks at you, completely and utterly baffled.
>"B-but... huh? HUH?! WHY?!"
>You smile, and put your arms around her again.
>She untenses a little.
>Good.
>Makes you feel a little sorry for what's about to come.
"I need your Wakfu."
>She blinks and looks at you.
>"My what-fu?"
"You're my waifu!"
>"STOP NOT MAKING SENSE!"
>Instead of replying, you smash your forehead into hers.
>While her horn did manage to cause you to bleed, your bone is harder than hers.
>Twilight Sparkle has left the building.
 
-Twilight Sparkle's POV-
>You slowly come to, blinking out the darkness from your eyes.
>Okay, Anon REALLY did it this time.
>You feel yourself lying on your back, so you try to get up.
>That's odd... you can't move.
>You cross your eyes, and try to look at your hooves.
>He restrained you.
>You think that you're going to upgrade him from "a nuisance" to "a menace."
>Thankfully you've still got your magic!
>You attempt to open the bindings with your horn.
>But your magic doesn't come to you!
>You start to feel little tendrils of panic worm their way through you.
>Looking up you see that he...
>That BUCKING idiot.
>He attached a plunger to your horn.
>And somehow that nullified your magic.
"Oh, good. You're awake."
>You hear his annoying giggle, as he steps into your field of view.
>Oh, merciful Celestia he looks...
>He looks ridiculous.
>He stole Lyra's mummy costume from Nightmare Night.
>And he's wearing a... welding mask? Only he stuck two pieces of blue cardboard on it.
>"Anon? If you let me go... I'll work with you on your clock."
>That's it, that's it.
>Just pacify him, you clever filly.
>He bends his neck, and looks at you from a rather creepy angle.
"Oh, but dear Twilight. Don't you want to know why I did all this?"
>Is this.. is he... serious?
>Is he about to start -monologuing- at you?
>You groan.
"You see, I figured that since your magic didn't help, and Celestia's magic didn't help... and nopony's magic helped - well, maybe I have magic of my own!"
>He makes a sweeping gesture towards the clock.
"And I figured that I possess time magic!"
>You refrain from snorting.
>He's about as magical as dishwater.
>You shift in your bonds, trying to get more comfortable.
>Somepony is bound to find you eventually.
"And so, I figured that I'd use your Wakfu to travel back in time! I'll use this device to turn back the weave of time, and warp back to a time before I got to Equestria, and I'll get to go home again! HOME!"
>You wince.
>Oh dear.
>He snapped.
"My siblings calld me brother! My girlfriend called me Anonymous! From this instant, Equestria will call me..."
"Nox."
>He pulls a lever.
 
-Anon's POV-
>You see the energy crackle and arc from Twilight to your beautiful machine.
>It's a shame it had to end like this, but you were going to go home!
>And the beauty about time paradoxes, is once you wind back time, it'll be as though Twilight was never harmed before!
>It's the perfect plan.
>You look at the clock.
>It's...
>It's not charging.
>Time is not spinning backwards.
>Huh?
>Your eyes start to mist over slightly.
>You're...
>You're in your workshop.
>Oh god.
>Ohgodohgodohgod.
>You look around, wild-eyed.
>When was the last time you slept?
>And... you knocked Twilight out, and attempted to drain her... wakfu?
>Oh nononononono.
"Twilight, oh my god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
>You run over to the table, and start undoing the clasps that hold her down.
>Why the fuck are you wearing a mummy costume anyway?
>You try to wipe the mistyness from your eyes.
>Twilight Sparkle looks at you cautiously, as you remove the plunger from her head.
>What the FUCK were you thinking?
>She jumps off from the table where you held her, and slowly backs away from you.
>"Anon?"
>You collapse to your knees.
"I'm- I'm sorry!"
>She moves a little closer to you, and touches you with her hoof.
>"You really want to go back home, don't you?"
>You try to respond, but you feel like you're choking.
" 's."
>She approaches you, and hugs you delicately.
>"Oh Anon."
>She sounds so sad.
>And concerned.
>"We'll help you. We promise. But..."
>She bites her lower lip and touches her horn to your forehead.
>You feel weak and like you're shaking.
 
-Twilight's POV-
>He's on his knees, sobbing for all it's worth.
>Your heart breaks just looking at him.
>He's been cut off from everypony he knew.
>And he is right.
>We weren't able to help him.
>"Anon? It would probably help if you talked to us ponies, you know. You don't need to be a recluse."
>He looks up at you, and lifts the mask from his eyes.
>"Just... talk to me, okay? What was your girlfriend like?"
>He looks at you while his mouth moves, unable to make more than a choked wheezing/sobbing sound.
>You hug him.
 
-Anon's POV-
>Twilight is hugging you.
>So you hug back, clinging on to her as though you were drowning.
>Words start to spill from you, as you start talking about her.
>About everything.
>Maybe...
>Maybe everything will be just fine.