>Day Starting steps in Equestria.
>The train hits a small bump, causing you to bounce off the cozy seat for a moment.
>Once you are back to your semi-comfortable position, you let out a heavy sigh and watch the scenery pass by.
>'So what now?'
'Don't know.'
>'Going to be okay?'
'Yeah.'
>'Have a plan?'
>You let off a heavy sigh before responding.
'Not really. Just going with the flow.'
>One night was all you had before you left.
>You slept, packed your things, grabbed the fund the princesses offered, and were on the first train back to Ponyville.
>Didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone that wasn't in the throne room.
>Unlike your first trip, you weren't riding first class.
>There are a lot more ponies giving you the stink eye.
>'Think they'll kick you off the train this time?'
'Hope not. I did pay for the ticket out of my own pocket this time.'
>'Like that matters to them.'
'Yeah...'
>Your eyes dart over the horizon for a bit, brows furrowing.
'This sucks.'
>'Which part?'
'The being stuck here part mostly. Also the fact I didn't get to thank Baked or the girls... It's only been a couple weeks, but I'm gonna miss them.'
>'Makes sense. They were the only one's who would talk to you. Well, them and the princess.'
>Luna...
>She hasn't talked to you since before Celestia announced you had to leave.
>The princess didn't even appear in your dreams last night.
>You had hoped she would, that she could answer some of the questions you had.
>That didn't happen though.
>Normal dream and a normalish night.
>The train hits another bump, causing you to slide out of your seat and hit the floor.
“Umph! Dammit...”
>You pull yourself back onto the wooden bench and rub your arm.
>Looking around, all eyes are on you.
>Some foals look like they are about to cry, parents comforting them.
“Sorry...”
>They still stare, a couple rough looking stallions whispering to each other
>'Maybe if you sleep they will calm down. If you see a bear sleeping, you don't fuck with it. You just move around it.'
'Sounds like a good idea. I didn't sleep well last night.'
>Settling into the seat, you lay your head back and close your eyes.
>It may not be the most comfortable position, but it's what you have to work with.
 
 
>Something is prodding you, pulling you from your calm dream.
>”Sir? Sir?”
>You smack your lips a couple times before stretching.
>'Buddy? Yeah, shit's about to go down.'
'Fuck. Thanks for the warning.'
>You open your eyes, expecting to see the worst.
>The conductor is in front of you, train at a halt.
>Standing behind him are no less than five stallions of varying races.
“C-*grunt* Can I help you?”
>He sighs, rubbing his forehead.
>”I hate to do this, honestly I do, but many of the passengers don't feel comfortable with you being aboard the train.”
'God dammit.'
>'Well this is nice.'
>The conductor points towards the tail end of the cab.
>”We aren't too far off from Ponyville, maybe a couple miles. Would you kindly exit the train and walk the rest of the way? We'll refund your ticket if it helps.”
>A couple of loud whispers can be heard from the stallions.
>”Why should they refund his ticket? He got most of the way here.”
>”That's a load of bull shit. Freak.”
>”He better take the deal if he knows what's good for him.”
>With a heavy sigh, you stand and grab your bags.
>The conductor leads you to the back of the train, his head low as the stallions retake their seats.
>Once you jump off the back of the train, the conductor hands you a full refund for your ticket.
>”Again, sorry about this. It's just, well...”
“Too foreign for their tastes?”
>He gulps and looks away.
>”Y-Yeah. Have a safe trip to town.”
>As he walks back into the cab, the train resumes moving.
>'Well, that was bullshit.'
'At least I got a refund. Besides, the crowd looked like a bunch of rednecks anyway.'
>Throwing your lightest bag over your shoulder, you start to walk along the tracks.
>The sun isn't too high right now, so it should be a bearable walk.
>'Welp, at least you have more time to think of a more solid plan.'
'Silver lining...'
>Letting off another sigh, you fondle with the refunded bits in your pocket while entering a tunnel.
 
 
>'On the road again, I just can't wait to get back on the road again~'
>Your brain has been singing as you finalize your primary plan.
>Once you get into town you will find the cheapest place you can while you look for a job.
>After you have work, you'll gauge what's in your price range and take it from there.
>Your brain seems to think the plan is decent, but has one problem with it.
>What can you do for these ponies that they can't already do as well, if not better?
>It's not a perfect plan, but it's something.
>”Over here! Toss it over here!”
>Sounds like some teenagers playing with a ball.
>Deciding to take a peek, you see four mid-sized Pegasi flying around a tall masculine red stallion.
'He kind of looks familiar...'
>'That's Big Mac! Wait a minute, is he crying?'
>Upon further inspection, he isn't, but looks on the verge of rage filled tears
>One of the Pegasi throws a doll at his head and chuckles.
'What the fuck are they doing?!'
>'Looks like they're picking on him, pricks.'
>”Who gave you this doll, huh? Was it your mommy?”
>”I bet it was! His ma, ha!”
>You grind your teeth as the Pegasi start to chant at Applejack's brother.
>”Big Mac misses his mommy! Big Mac misses his moooommy!”
>The red stallion's face contorts into one of the stoicest you have ever seen.
>He grabs the doll as the Pegasi start to kick at him, enduring each hit.
>You can't just stand by as the guy gets picked on by a bunch of assholes.
>Dropping your bags, you run towards them.
“Back the fuck off!”
>All five stallions turn to you, the winged individuals' eyes going wide.
>”What's that thing?!”
>”I don't know, but it's running straight for us!”
>Raising your fist, you ready yourself to pounce the shortest one.
>They don't allow you to get five feet from them before taking off, screaming and panicking.
>'Fear the human you winged rats!'
“That's right! I ever see you again and I'll kick your asses!”
>Turning to Big Mac, you see him standing now, wiping his dry eyes.
“You okay?”
>He nods, putting the doll in a sack.
>”Eeeyup.”
“They do this often?”
>”Eeenope.”
>'There's no way ponies that small could have handled someone as huge as Big Mac. Look at him! He's practically walking muscle.'
'True, if he had fought back, they probably couldn't have handled him.'
“Why didn't you fight back Big Mac?”
>He doesn't respond, just staring at you as his expression turns into a calmer stoic.
“... Not gonna tell me?”
>”Eeenope.”
>The stallion falls silent, leaving only the sound of the wind.
>'This is getting awkward reeeal fast.'
'Yeah. Should probably get back to walking.'
“All right... Uh, how far is Ponyville?”
>He points in the direction you were heading.
>”Bout half a mile past that hill.”
“Okay, thanks... well, I'll be seeing you then?”
>”Eeeyup.”
>Taking a couple steps back, you wave to the stallion before turning around to grab your bags.
>'Weird guy. One minute he looks like he's about to go postal, the next he's as calm as can be.'
>Making your way along the tracks, you engage your brain in conversation.
'Well, the chanting about his mom stopped so he probably composed himself. Must be close to her.'
>'I don't remember seeing her when we were on their farm. Just the grandma.'
'The Pegasi said he missed her... you don't think that she's... you know, gone?'
>'I hope not. Applebloom is only, what, eight? Growing up without your mom or dad... ouch.'
>You continue this melancholic discussion for some time before focusing on your own problems.
 
 
>As you enter Ponyville, you try to conceal your actual entrance.
>You don't want to freak out the natives again.
>”AHHH!”
>Too late.
>Looking for the source of the scream, you see a familiar fluffy pink mane.
>”Nonny! You came back!”
>She is rushing at you, a huge smile on her face.
>Random ponies trace where she is heading to you.
>Their faces turn pale and they start to bolt.
>'So much for subtlety.'
'At least someone is happy to see me.'
>As you finish that thought, the pink mare pounces you.
>”Nonny! I thought wewouldneverseeyouagainbecauseyouwere-”
>'Man, how is she able to talk so fast?'
'Don't know. Magic?'
>”-throwawelcomingbackparty,infact,I'll do that now! See you in a few Nonny!”
>The mare kicks herself off of you and darts away.
“Pinkie wai-”
>She is long gone before you can finish your sentence.
“t...”
>'Sooo, think we should go apartment hunting now?'
'Where would I start?'
>Letting out a sigh, you lower your gaze and contemplate what your next move should be.
>”Anon? Is that you?”
>”It is! It's the big guy himself.”
>Lifting your head, you see a familiar purple pony and dragon.
“Oh, hey... uh...”
>'It's Twilight and Spike.'
“Twilight, Spike. What are you two doing here?”
>The mare has a pleasant smile as she walks over to you.
>”Well, we heard news that a monster walked into town and we decided to check it out. I'm guessing you're what everypony is talking about then?”
>'That was like, twelve seconds. It takes seconds for news to travel here?'
'Panic spreads fast, like a wildfire.'
>With a smile, you run your hand through your hair.
“I'd bet on it. It's good to see you two again.”
>”Likewise, especially since we thought the last time we saw you would be the LAST time.”
>She extends a hoof.
>You take it and shake it.
“Twilight, you wouldn't happen to know anybody who's renting a place to stay, would you?”
>”A few, why? Oh no... you're stuck here?”
“Afraid so. Since I'm more familiar with ponies here than anywhere else, I figured this would be the best place to settle.”
>'That and the fact it's probably nowhere near as expensive as Canterlot.'
>Spike rubs his arm while seething.
>”Sorry to hear that. Canterlot didn't work out for you?”
“Nope, spent nearly three weeks trapped in the castle being shot at with magic. Wasn't fun.”
>Spike gulps and lets out an awkward chuckle.
>Twilight, on the other hand, seems like a little girl who just walked into a candy shop.
>”They ran tests on you?! What'd they find out? Did they learn anything exciting? Do you think they would give me a copy of the results?”
>'Something tells me she would have been one of the unicorns shooting you if she were there.'
>Trying not to look too offended, you think of the best way to respond.
“Uhhh, yes, they ran tests. They found out magic is a lot weaker on me, learned they can't send me home, and maybe?”
>Twilight squeals as Spike gives her a look of confusion.
>”Uh, Twilight? As exciting as it sounds to be treated like a lab rat, I'm pretty sure Anon didn't enjoy it as much as you think he did.”
>The mare's expression turns to one of realization.
>”O-Oh, right. Sorry Anon.”
“It's fine. Apartments?”
>”Hmm, we could probably just check in the paper for places being rented out. Follow me Anon.”
>Twilight walks towards the gingerbread building that Pinkie threw the going away party for you at.
>Following the mare and dragon, you notice that many of the ponies that ran off before are returning.
>Their eyes are on you, still frightened and cautious.
>'Wonder if the same thing would happen if a giant talking horse was walking around an Earth city.'
'My guess is that the police would get involved or the military... neither of which happened to me.'
>'Lucky you. Imagine being dissected by ponies. How would they even hold a scalpel?'
>The image of you being tied to a sterile surface as ponies in doctor's coats hold medical instruments close to your nude body causes you to shiver and let out an audible groan.
>Your groan inadvertently causes the ponies watching you to step further away from you.
“Sorry! Just had a bad thought... heh.”
>Embarrassed, you rush after Twilight.
>Opening the double doors has a similar result as the first time.
>The patrons leave, but in a much calmer manner than before.
'Huh, maybe they are already used to me?'
>'Or maybe it has something to do with one of the elements of harmony being close by.'
'Elements of what?'
>'Elements of harmony! Remember? Second day here; Applejack and Rarity are two of them as well as Twilight. They're heroes, ringing any bells?'
'Oh, right! Hmm, since we're staying, I might be able to see them in action after all.'
>”Anon?”
>Twilight's voice causes you to blink and come out of your thoughts.
“Huh, yeah?”
>Looking around, it appears as if another party is going on.
>”Hi Nonny! You're a little early, but that's okay!”
>Pinkie is standing next to her cannon that fires parties as smoke bellows out of it.
“Hey Pinkie, early for what?”
>”Your welcome back party silly! Did you already forget?”
>Letting off a chuckle, you turn your attention back to Twilight.
>She is levitating a newspaper while looking up at you.
“You said my name?”
>”Yeah, I was just about to ask what kind of apartment you are looking for. Anything in particular?”
“Uh, something cheap?”
>Twilight looks a bit annoyed with your answer as she turns her gaze to the paper.
>”Well, there's plenty of cheap places around town.”
“Oh, it should probably be worth mentioning that it'll just be a temporary place until I can find a job. I won't mind if it's a bit -cozy-.”
>The purple mare floats a pencil over to the paper and circles several places before passing the newspaper to you.
>She's listed off over a dozen possible living arrangements, all of which seem low priced.
“Thanks Twilight.”
>You open the building's double doors to head out, but are pushed back in by Pinkie.
>'How did she get outside?'
>Pinkie doesn't look amused, scrunching her face a bit as she looks up at you.
>”Where do you think you're going Nonny?”
“Apartment hunting?”
>”Well you can't go now! Your party is about to start!”
“Pinkie, can we reschedule? I really need to find a pl-”
>The pink mare stuffs a lemon cupcake in your mouth, forcing you to take a bite.
>It tastes as amazing as the ones she packed for Canterlot.
>Looking around, you spy a clock.
>It's half past two.
“... A couple hours. That's all I'm going to spare. Then I HAVE to go looking for a place to stay, okay?”
>”All right! Now come on! Let's get this party staaarteeed!”
>The mare jumps on the counter, backflips past it, and pulls up a unicorn with a blue mane who has the strangest smirk.
>Pinkie springs back next to you as the unicorn pulls up a turntable.
>”Good afternoon Sugarcube Corner!”
“... Good afternoon?”
>”Who's ready to rock?!”
>Pinkie grabs your arm and has you raise it as she raises her hoof.
>”We are!”
>The blue maned mare nods and starts to blast the room full of music.
>It sounds way to heavy on the bass and lacks lyrics.
>'Wait a minute, is that... dubstep? Boooo! Put on some metal or at the very least some club!'
>Groaning, you cover your ears.
>Pinkie and her friend notice this.
>Twilight stops the music and looks up at you, concerned.
>”You all right Anon?”
“Y-Yeah. Just not a big dubstep fan. Gah, loud.”
>You shake your head a bit as the DJ puts up another song.
>This track is more fit for a nightclub or college party.
>'Better.'
'Much.'
>Looking to the DJ, you flash a weak smile.
“Thank you.”
>The DJ throws you a knowing nod before turning her attention back to the turntables.
>As you take a seat near the edge of the bakery, the double doors fling open.
>”Ah heard there was a ruckus goin' on around town. Did y'all take care of it already?”
>Applejack enters, not noticing you are here.
“That'd be me.”
>You wave as the cowmare turns to you.
>”Heh, Anon! Ah wasn't expectin' ta see ya round here again. Ah take it things didn't go too well in Canterlot then?”
>Looking the mare square in the eyes, you rest your head on your hands while giving that same weak smile.
“Nope.”
>”Well, ah'm sorry ta hear that. If it's any consolation, ah'm sure Applebloom'll be happy ta hear yer back.”
>Chuckling, your weak smile gets a bit wider.
“It is. Thanks Applejack.”
>'Except it really isn't. Like, not even a little.'
>The cowmare takes a seat next to you.
>”So, have a plan fer how yer gonna make yer livin'?”
>Looking at the newspaper, you roll it and stuff it in your pocket.
“A weak one, but yeah. I'll hammer out the details later.”
>The next few minutes are filled with small talk as Pinkie enjoys the dance-floor with Twilight and Spike.
>You have to admit, it's nice though; being able to talk with someone who isn't royalty, experimenting on you, or chaperoning you around.
>As you continue talking with Applejack, you fail to notice a pair of hooves cover your eyes.
>”Guess who~”
>Before you can take a guess, your brain interjects.
>'It's Lyra.'
“Lyra?”
>You hear a huff and the hooves go down.
>”How'd you know?”
>'Perfect memory, shi-shaw!'
>Chuckling, you turn your head and see the smiling mare.
“Lucky guess.”
>The Unicorn steps next to you, looking to Applejack.
>”So, how'd I do on the sneaking?”
>Applejack brings a hoof to her chin and thinks for a moment.
>”Ah'd say a... six outta ten. Ah saw ya long before ya even got behind Anon.”
>Lyra rolls her eyes and grabs a seat.
>”So, you're here to stay then?”
“Yep, whether that's a good or bad thing is up to you.”
>She smirks, shaking her head.
>”It's a good thing dumby, it means I get to spend more time with a friend.”
>Placing a hand on her head, you ruffle her mane.
>'That and gives her more chances to fuck an alien.'
'Why did you have to go there?'
“Well, glad to know I have at least one friend here.”
>Applejack clears her throat, quirking an eyebrow while rolling her eyes.
>”Gee, ah guess helpin' ya out when ya first got here doesn't qualify me as a friend. What do ah gotta do? Give ya an apple tree?”
>'Ooh, an apple tree would be nice! Especially one of theirs. Mmmm, juicy sweetness.'
>You bring the hand you were using to pet Lyra to the bridge of your nose, fighting a laughing fit.
“All right, all right. Two friends.”
>Bringing your hand down, you see the three pairs of eyes from the back looking at you.
“... Five?”
>The room is filled with voices of agreement mixing with the music.
>'Isn't this sweet? They're giving you a veritable group hug since they know you must be a sad panda bear right now.'
'Why a panda?'
>'Would you rather be a beaver?'
>That sets off the fit you were storing, laughter rolling free from your throat.
>Each of the mares and Spike join you, thinking you are laughing for an entirely different reason.
>It's good to know at least some of the natives have your back.
>At this rate, you will hopefully be able to fit in soon.
>Who knows, maybe this is a fresh start for you.
 
============
Two months later
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>Day Unemployment in Equestria.
>”C'mon Anon! Just one jump! It's all ah'm askin'!”
>With a sigh, you pull yourself up and walk towards the edge of the barn's roof.
“All right! Just one, then I'm heading over to Twilight's!”
>The orange mare flashes you a smile, chuckling as she steps away from the hay pile.
>”Deal! Now do it ya sissy!”
>'Yeah, do it! Quit being a sad sack and jump off of a high place! Wait... that didn't come out right.'
>Rolling your eyes, you take a step back and leap.
“DAMN DAMN DAAAAMN!”
>The fall is a bit of a long one, but it ends soon enough.
>As you hit the literal hay, you feel stalks dig down your pants and scratch your ass.
>'Whoo! One more time!'
'No more times! I have to get ready for that interview.'
>Pulling yourself up, you pull off any stalks you can reach and head back to the barn.
>”Awww, c'mon, ah know ya had fun with that!”
>Applejack follows, a worried look on her face.
“Yeah, it was fun, but I'm still worried.”
>It's been two months and literally every apartment you've tried to rent has rejected you, able to -find- a tenant just before you arrived.
>Work hasn't been going well either.
>You've applied everywhere you could and have gotten one interview before the one you have today.
>”Anon, ah know yer worried, but that doesn't mean ya have to let the joy in yer life slip away. Ya gotta take the good with the bad, else all ya get is a lot of sad moments ta focus on.”
>Stopping just before you reach your make shift room, you think for a moment.
>'She's right you know, so what if you still haven't found a place? AJ's put you up this long, maybe you could ask to rent the barn?'
'Out of the question. I'm not going to take up space to a friend who's been this good to me.'
>'Ugh, fine, what about Lyra? I'm sure she'd love to have you stay with her.'
'No thanks. I like her, but... not in the same way she likes me.'
>Lyra's been a good friend, great even.
>But she has been pretty obvious with her sexual attraction.
>As much as you like her, you just aren't ready to go fucking a pony yet.
>”Anon?”
>Applejack presses a hoof against your arm.
>”Ya all right?”
“I'll be fine, thanks.”
>You pet her head before climbing the first ring of the ladder.
>As you take another step, you feel your pants slip.
'Ugh! Stupid pants.'
>'Hey, most people would think losing weight is a good thing.'
'Not when I'm about to give a female friend a face full of ass!'
>Continuing up the ladder, you reach your -room-.
>Going to your bags, you pull out the suit Rarity made when you first got here and look it over.
>It was made to feel a little tight and slimming, you're sure it won't prove a problem given your minor recession with your waist line.
>”Anon, don't forget ta pick up Applebloom on yer way back home, she knows where ta meet ya.”
>While looking at your suit, you notice just how little clothing you actually have.
>You need to get some more made, a man can't live on four regular outfits alone.
'Twilight, interview, Rarity, and Applebloom... anything else?'
>'Nope, you're good.'
>With everything set, you take your suit and place it into a bag, preparing to go talk to Twilight's.
>She was a curious mare, always asking about Earth.
>It got to the point where you two set up meetings just to talk about your world.
>As you head for the gate, you see the Apple siblings with two cases packed next to a cheap looking wagon.
>You walk up next to them and help load one of the cases up.
>Applejack throws you a smile while pushing the second case up with Big Mac.
>”Thank ya Anon.”
“No problem, stay safe on your trip, all right?”
>The red stallion make his way towards the front of the wagon, setting up to pull it.
>”Ah heck, we'll be fine. Ah'm more worried bout you.”
>You quirk and eyebrow and walk alongside the wagon as Big Mac starts to pull it.
“How so?”
>AJ hops on up with the luggage, taking the reigns.
>”Well, yer the one who has ta deal with Applebloom and Granny Smith fer four days. Plus, ya really need ta get out more. No offense, but ya spend way too much time in tha barn.”
>'That's code for beating your meat.'
'You know damn well that's not what I'm doing!'
>Shrugging your shoulders, you look to the mare.
“What do you mean? I go out quite a bit.”
>”Yeah, ta look fer an apartment or job, even ta go talk with Twilight. Honestly now, how many times did ya leave the barn just ta go have fun?”
>None, and with good reason.
>The ponies all stare at you, and not in the good way.
>Anyone who doesn't already know you gives you judgmental looks, fearful looks.
>At first you thought you were being paranoid, but then there was that incident at the school...
>One day, you were just walking by on your way to town and the air was filled with dozens of young screams!
>For a second, you almost thought that a mob was going to be formed.
>Needless to say, you booked it the fuck out of there.
>Applebloom told you she tried to calm the foals down.
>Tried being the key word.
>Now you just avoid passing the school, it's easier this way.
“Well, at least I leave for important issues.”
>Your answer doesn't sit well with the mare.
>”Anon, havin' fun is an important issue too. 'N you know ya need it if ah'm tha one tellin' ya! Ah don't know if ya've heard, but ah'm somewhat of a workaholic.”
>You didn't need to hear, you SAW how hard she pushes herself.
>Every day on the field, bucking trees with her firm legs, working up an honest sweat.
>Her body was more than a little well defined because of it, and since you started to lend a hand, you were even gaining some muscle of your own.
“Applejack, I appreciate you worrying about me, but I am more focused on trying to get a place for myself right now. I'll worry about fun when I can.”
>The mare lets off a sigh of defeat.
>”Ah'm not gonna force ya to relax, but ah'm gonna ask ya. As a friend, please consider takin' some time fer yerself. Please?”
>'Unfair tactic! Using the friend line like that, the nerve of this woman!'
>God dammit.
>Your heart is practically melting.
'At least she cares enough to worry.'
“I'm not making any promises, but I'll think about it.”
>You turn your focus back to the mare.
>She is smiling a bit, placing a hoof on your head.
>”Well, it's somethin' ah suppose.”
“And something is better than nothing.”
>'And nothing is better than bad things! Like cockroaches. Lots and lots of cockroaches.'
>Shivering, you finally reach the fork where you and Applejack part.
>”Take care a yerself Anon! Oh! 'N make sure that Applebloom does her mathematics!”
“I will! See you soon!”
>The mare waves back to you.
>Once she is out of sight, you look back to the fork, worry running through your body.
>'Okay, we skipped a large part of our normal route, so we saved a couple minutes. Ponies should start coming up about a couple hundred fee-'
>”AHWAH! What is that thing?!”
>A stallion starts fleeing from the direction Applejack took.
>'Or... now... Bail from the main road?'
'Bail from the main road.'
>Walking towards the right, you start to take the scenic route towards Twilight's place.
 
 
>”Okay, so it was because of the assassination of the Archduke of Austria that set off the domino effect where allied nations turned against each other. That was the first WORLD war?”
>Half aware of what came out of your own mouth, half asleep, you nod.
>Twilight has a childlike smile as she continues to note every word you say.
“Y-Yeah... That's what caused it.”
>'Don't forget to mention the July Ultimatum. That was the real cause, the assassination only provoked them to want to go to war.'
'I don't fucking care! Why did I even agree to do history today?!'
>'Because Twilight was asking about romance and you segwayed that into a history lesson. You want to talk about insert rod A into slot B, go ahead!'
>Stretching your neck, your pull yourself out of your half asleep state.
>True, you would rather talk about history than talk about courting.
>Because courting leads to passion, passion leads to sex, sex leads to awkward.
>You don't want awkward with one of your few friends.
>”Anon? Are you okay?”
>Smacking your cheeks a couple times, you nod and let out a soft yawn.
“I'm good. I'm good. Just need to take a break. What time is it anyways?”
>The mare looks behind you, smile turning to a frown.
>”It's already eleven thirty? Ohhh, I got so caught in our talk I lost track of time.”
>Looks like your time is up.
>Standing, you give your body a good stretching session before turning your attention to the purple mare.
“Twilight, mind if I change here? I have an interview soon and I don't plan on going dressed like this.”
>The mare nods, face flushing red.
>”G-Go right ahead. Uh, are you sure you want to change RIGHT here?”
>'... Did she seriously think that you were going to strip in front of here? No no, wait, do that. I'll give you some mood music. Oons oons oons oons oons oons~'
>Groaning, you run a palm down your face.
“I was going to go to the bathroom.”
>The mare's blush fades, letting off an understanding *ohhh*.
>”Okay, that makes MUCH more sense! Go right ahead!”
>Rolling your eyes, you can't help but smirk as your grab your suit and head towards the bathroom.
>'So, we still have time to grab some eats. Where are you thinking?'
'If I have to eat raw vegetables for lunch again, I am going to fucking hurl.'
>'Heh, yeah, maybe grab some junk food? You've been a good boy recently.'
>Weighing your options, you decide that you'll go with the unhealthy choice today.
>Everyday has been the same, eating raw produce for meals.
>Your choices were either junk food, eat at a restaurant everyday, or go vegan.
>Considering one would have lead to a heart attack and the other would have drained your bits faster than a gold digger, you went with the greens.
>Like you said, if you have to go an other consecutive meal with just vegetables...
'We're getting something sweet.'
>'Solid.'
>After a quick change, you put your old clothes in the bag.
>You think for a moment on where you could go to get something sweet.
>The moment doesn't last long as you realize there is only one place where you can.
>Sugarcube Corner.
>At least you'll be able to check on Pinkie and grab another newspaper.
>Who knows, maybe this time you will finally find a place that will rent to you.
>Sighing, you grab your bag and head towards the living room.
>Twilight is busy reading over her notes as Spike cleans up.
>You walk past the dragon and pet his head.
“See you Spike, Twilight.
>The kid looks up to you and waves.
>”Later Anon, see you in a couple days!”
>Twilight's eyes dart up, caught off guard by your sudden departure.
>”Huh? Oh! See you Anon! Um, have a fun day?”
>Chuckling, you throw a quick flick of your wrist back to the mare.
“I'll try.”
>Heading out the door, you try to look as inconspicuous as possible.
>It works as well as you'd expect.
>All it does is keep the ponies on the main streets from running off.
>Their gazes follow you as you head to Sugarcube Corner.
>'Hey, this isn't a free show! Either cough up some cash or git!'
>Letting off a quick sigh, you ignore your brains attempt to get you to laugh.
>Opening the double doors to the bakery, all eyes are on you.
>You walk straight for the counter and are met by Mr. Cake.
>”Hi Anon, been a while since you've stopped by here.”
“Yeah, trying to avoid the sweet stuff as much as possible. It's good, but bad to rely on, you know?”
>He nods and places his hooves on the counter.
>”So, what can I get you today?”
>Looking around, you focus on the sweets.
>As you look over the baked goods, you hear a loud scraping noise come from the bakery's center room.
>”No no no, c'mon you piece of junk! Don't do this to me-heeee!”
>'That doesn't sound pretty.'
>Worried, you excuse yourself and go check on what's going on.
>It's that DJ friend of Pinkie's.
>And you seem to have, once again, walked in just after a Pinkie party as the mare is packing up.
>Or trying to, one of her speakers looks like it's about to crash on top of her, the stand pressing down against the mare.
>Rushing next to her, you grab and lift the machine.
“I got ya, don't worry.”
>She lets off a sigh of relief, wiping her forehead.
>”Thanks man, how many is that I owe you?”
>You place the speaker on the floor, careful not to drop it.
>While your gaze is on the floor, you catch sight of the customers shadows leaving the bakery.
>It stings you to watch them go.
“I think five now.”
>You feel a hoof place itself on your back.
>”Hey, don't worry about them. If they wanna leave just cause you got here, screw 'em.”
>Chuckling, you stand and let the DJ take over.
>She takes her speaker off it's stand and disassembles it.
>”You're pretty handy, you know that?”
>'Is that a mother fucking pun?'
'I think it might be word play.'
“Are you saying that because of how much of your stuff I've kept from breaking, or because of my hands?”
>The mare finishes getting her stuff ready to travel when she stands back on all fours and looks to you.
>”Can't it be both? Hmm, tell me, you ever do any roadie work?”
“Uhhh, no. I haven't.”
>She looks you up and down, circling you.
>Her shades make it very hard to read what she is thinking.
>”Well, if you ever need a job, I can hook you up.”
>A fools grin finds its way to your face in mere seconds.
'Wait, really?!'
>'Whoa! Roadies usually do a lot of traveling. Kind of defeats the whole purpose of looking for an apartment if you'll spend more time on the road than home.'
'Ehhh, you're probably right... besides, last thing I need is new eyes on me.'
>Feeling your wide grin fade to a simple smile, your hand finds its way to the back of your neck.
“Thanks for the offer, but I'm not the traveling type.”
>She shrugs and pulls out a sack
>”Well, let me at least buy you lunch. I owe you for all the saves.”
>'Seriously. How many parties has that been since you got here?'
'I lost count... wait, shouldn't you know?'
>'Yeah, I do, I was being rhetorical. The answer is thirty two by the way'
>Walking back to the counter, the mare follows you.
“Kind of funny, offering a job to a guy whose name you don't even know.”
>”Eh, I don't need to know your name to see potential. Since you brought it up though, what's your name biped?”
>Furrowing your brow, you feel a bit annoyed at what you assume is a racial slur.
“It's Anon.”
>”Cool, I'm Vinyl. So, where you from?”
“Earth.”
>The mare steps next to the counter, looking at the sweets along side you.
>”Earth, huh. That east or west of Equestria?”
>'You made a new friend and she turns out to be more nosy than Twilight. Do you chalk that up as a win or loss?'
>Chuckling, you point towards a scone.
>The lanky stallion nods and places your good in a paper bag.
>Before you can reach for your wallet, Vinyl slams down the bits needed.
>Sighing, you take the bag and head towards the newspaper rack.
“Earth is in another world, or dimension, or something. I don't know all the details.”
>You hear a couple more bits hit the counter as you look through the paper.
>”Ouch, sorry to hear that.”
>A quick survey shows a couple of prospective places in town you haven't tried yet.
>Turning to the counter, you see Vinyl with her shades lowered, flashing you a wink.
>'So, free snack and free paper. She must want you to be her roadie sooooo badly.'
'She's treating me to a couple things, no need to be rude.'
>Rolling the paper, you stuff it in the bag you have your clothes in.
>You nod to the mare and look around.
'Funny, normally Pinkie would be around.'
>'Yeah, where is the fluffy gal?'
>You turn your gaze to the counter.
“Hey, Mr. Cake?”
>He looks up and quirks his head.
>”Something wrong Anon?”
“Is Pinkie all right?”
>”Oh, she's fine. She just left to go get Gummy back from his check up.”
>Gummy...
>Something about that reptile didn't sit right with you.
>Maybe it had something to do with the fact he tried gumming on your hands when you wanted to pet him.
>Well, at least Pinkie is all right.
“Okay, good. See you later Mr. Cake, tell Pinkie I said hey?”
>”Of course, see you next time Anon.”
>Vinyl waves to you, leaning back against the counter as Mr. Cake gives her a look.
>'All right, snack on that then it's time for you to finally get a job!'
>You wish you could share your brain's enthusiasm.
>Grabbing the scone from the bag, you take a bite as you return to the streets, many eyes focused on you.
 
>Settling into the seat, you are sat across from an elder and meek looking stallion.
>He has a comb-over that scream male pattern baldness, his business shirt shows a coffee stain hidden underneath a tie, and despite his strict demeanor; he exudes an aura of unwarranted confidence.
>You would be able to forgive all of that, if not for the coffee mug on his desk that reads -MareMagnet-.
>”Sooo, Mr. Anon, is it?”
“Yes sir, that's right.”
>'Come on, you got this.'
>”It uh, didn't say exactly what species you are on your application.”
>'Or not...'
>Shifting a bit, you quickly try to draw attention away from race.
“Well, there was no question pertaining to my species and I figured it didn't matter.”
>The stallion brings his hooves up, waving them left and right as he shakes his head.
>”Oh no no no no, it doesn't. We have all sorts of men and women under our employ. We just usually get them... winged.”
>Grasping your hands against your legs, you try to focus on a way to turn what he said into a positive in your favor.
“Well, I may not have wings, but I am based in Ponyville so I could handle a local route.”
>The stallion nods, bringing his hooves together.
>”Hmmm... True, well, as much as I would like to help you-”
'And here we go...'
>'Dude, don't give up yet!'
>Bracing yourself for the worst, you wait for the tell tale words to come.
>*CRASH!*
>Shocked by the sudden collision, you lean forward and turn to the source of the noise.
>”Oh no! I'm so so sorry!”
>”Gah! Watch where you're going, cross eyed freak!”
>You hear a whimper and whine.
>”B-But you were the one who-”
>”Who what?!”
>The stallion, coughs, grabbing your attention back to the interview at hand.
>”Well, looks like we may have an opening after all.”
>'Yes! See? I told you not to give up!'
'Wait, but that would mean that employee outside-'
>'What about them? Look, you have to think of you right now. They had their chance and they just blew it. Sucks to be them, but they made their bed.'
>You can hear soft sobs.
>”I-I just don't know what went wrong...”
>”You're what went wrong Derpy!”
>Your hand once again tightens on your pants, but not in fear this time.
“Excuse me, are you just going to allow your employee to be berated like that?”
>The stallion looks to you, eyes unamused.
>”Well, she has been problematic since she first started with us. Clumsy, slow, a bit of... well, a case of retardation I would think.”
>He lets off a small chuckle.
>The prick has the audacity to laugh after referring to one of his employees as a retard.
>'Oh... wait, so you would be replacing a... um... this suddenly feels a bit wrong.'
“Wait, so you don't even think she deserves some benefits since she is slow?”
>He seethes, eyes looking up.
>”Yeah, technically we are supposed to, but it would be far too expensive to do that.”
>You can feel your brow furrowing, teeth clenching as your grasp tightens on your pants.
>As you are about to speak, you hear a slap and scream.
“What the fuck was that?!”
>You stand and head towards the door.
>”Mr. Anon, wait!”
>You pause for a moment, looking back.
>”What do you say we keep everything that's happened here between us? Perhaps we can find you a nice desk job.”
>Glaring at the stallion, you open the door and see a two Pegasi in uniform surrounded by a mess of boxes.
>One is grey with a blonde mane, sitting on it's flank as it holds its forehooves to it's cheeks.
>The other is brown and bulky, sporting some five o' clock shadow.
>Looking back to the sitting one, you see drops of water hitting the floor.
“What the fuck is going on here?!”
>The two Pegasi turn to you.
>As they do, the stallion who was interviewing you comes rushing out.
>”Y-Yes! What is going on here? Taking a break you two?”
>The gruff Pegasus nods, turning back to the boxes.
>You walk up next to him, turning him around.
“Hey! Did you hit-”
>Turning around, you look towards the Pegasus on the ground.
>Like with Rainbow Dash, you are having some trouble discerning if it's a mare or stallion.
>'The pencil pusher over there said SHE was a problem employee, female.'
“-That mare?!”
>Slapping your hand off of him, the stallion starts to get in your face.
>”So what if I did?! She deserved it!”
>'Oh! This nigga wants to do this shit? We'll do this shit! Anon, assert yourself!'
>You return his -in your face- move and force him to take a couple steps back.
“Bull fucking shit! You never, EVER, lay a hand on your coworker! Especially when they were just trying to apologize!”
>He tries to force you back, but you practically tower over him right now.
>You can see his wings detract a bit as he start to breathe heavier.
>”Y-Yeah?! Well she was asking for it!”
>'Anon! His hoof!'
>You look down and see the stallion about to punch your stomach.
>Not letting him take the chance, you grab his hoof and slam it against the wall.
>Just as he readies his other hoof, you hear a scream from behind you.
>”STOP!”
>The meek stallion is flushed red, panting as his eyes dart back and forth.
>Letting go of the bastard, he pushes you back and walks next to his employer.
>”That's right, you better stop. Biped.”
>'Getting real sick of that word.'
>As you are about to speak, the elder stallion gulps and looks towards the gruff one.
>”C-Crafty, you attempted to harm a civilian while on duty. I-In accordance with corporate protocol... I-I-I-”
>The gruff stallion's eyes go wide as he jerks his head towards his employer.
>”You WHAT?!”
>Following a less than masculine yelp, the employer covers his face and manages to bark out.
>”You're fired!”
>The stallion, who you are now assuming is called Crafty, looks like he is about to bust a gasket.
>He takes several deep, rage filled breaths.
>As he brings his hooves to his head, you see him turn to you.
>He smiles and brings one of his hooves to point at you.
>”You, oh ho you! I hope you feel good right now, defending this RETARD! Because it won't last, noooo, it won't last!”
>He starts to walk backwards, tossing some sort of badge on the ground.
>”You and me pal! We'll be seeing each other REAL soon!”
>Once he is gone, you walk over to the mare.
>She shimmies back and you take a knee.
“You okay? He didn't get you too hard, did he?”
>She shakes her head and it is only then that you notice her eyes are very crossed.
>Looking at them, you notice that one of her eyes locks its gaze with your own.
>After a couple minutes of silence, she seems to calm down.
>”Th-Thank you.”
>She sniffles and rubs her cheek.
>The meek stallion is panicking.
>”Oh no, no no no. This is super bad, very very bad.”
>The mare turns to him, still crying.
>”Mr. Postal?”
>The stallion stops, looking at the mare.
>”Derpy! Y-You saw everything, right?!”
>She nods, bringing herself back on all fours.
>”Yeees?”
>He chuckles, smiling a bit.
>”Okay, here's what happened. Mr. Anon came in for an interview, but Crafty caused an accident during it and took his rage out on you, THEN Mr. Anon come rushing out and Crafty was about to attack him as well. That's out story, okay?!”
>Derpy scrunches her face a bit, looking confused.
>”But... that's what happened.”
>”Exactly! Perfect, good! Heheheh, this is good.”
>'You know, we could probably strong arm a job out of him, since he seems to want to brush this under tha carpet.'
'Yeah... but something tells me...'
>'Wait, what are you thinking? … O-no! Come on, this is the perfect opportunity for you!'
'Working for a weak willed jerk like this? No, I'm not going to degrade myself like that. This mare however... something tells me she would have a hard time finding a job anywhere else.'
>'Oh, THAT'S why you're going to help her.'
'What?'
>'No no, go right ahead. By all means, throw your best shot at a job out the window.'
>Sighing, you stand and look to the stallion.
“Excuse me, sir?”
>He looks to you, confused.
>”What is it Mr. Anon?”
“Maybe I didn't see anything. Maybe I just saw you fire an employee for no reason.”
>His glee is soon replaced by dread.
>”Whoa whoa whoa! What are you talking about?! Y-You clearly saw everything!”
>You rolls your eyes, shrugging.
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. What's in it for me?”
>The stallion looks confused for a brief moment, before his expression contorts to anger.
>”I'm not going to offer you that desk job.”
“No, I don't want a job.”
>You look to Derpy, who looks left and right before pointing to herself.
“Yep.”
>Postal looks to the mare as well.
>”You want... Derpy?”
>'Well, at least you aren't going home alone tonight.'
>Letting off a sigh, you bring your hand to the bridge of your nose.
“Her benefits, her aid, I want them to be enforced. I'm pretty sure with one less employee, you can afford them now.”
>The stallion looks up at you, defiant.
“Or if you'd rather have that stallion come back...”
>Boom, instant 180.
>”Derpy! I-It turns out we have some programs that can help you with your problems! I-If you would just step into my office, we can discuss everything that will be added.”
>Derpy looks confused, walking into the stallion's office as her gaze is focused on you.
>You wave and give a weak smile.
>'... There goes your chance of employment. Tell me, was it worth it?'
'Yeah, I think so.'
>'You're a real shmuck, you know that?'
'I know.'
>Once the two ponies are out of sight, you let off a sigh and start to walk out of the building.
>With a few things in mind, you decide to see if you can't get some clothes while you have the time.
 
 
“Then the guy took Derpy into his office to discuss finally getting her aid started.”
>”I see, well it sounds like you did the right thing darling. I don't know many stallions who would give up an opportunity they were seeking to help someone less fortunate.”
>The sound of Rarity adjusting fabric fills the room as you lay on her sofa, staring up into the ceiling.
>'Yeah, and there is a reason they wouldn't do that. Because most stallions have a sense of survival!'
'Calm down, it's not like I'm running low on bits or anything. I could probably take an entire year off if I wanted to.'
>'Not if you want your own place to stay. Then maybe you could bum for a few months.'
>Sighing, you adjust yourself on the couch.
>Once you have a spot, Rarity calls out.
>”Tell me Anon, you have lost quite a bit of weight recently, what is your secret?”
“Huh? Oh, where I come from food usually has a bit more fat and sugar to it. I haven't had much stuff like that since I got here. And I have been helping out around the farm.”
>'God, the taste of a cheeseburger would be heavenly right now. Some tomatoes, bacon, sauteed onions, ketchup-'
'Stop it! You're making me hungry... for food I can't have.'
>You let off a small whimper, hand on your stomach.
>”Tell me Anon, are you all right? You sound quite... melancholic, even though you did a good deed.”
>You hadn't noticed if you were putting on a sad tone or not, but thinking about the situation does fill you with a bit of sorrow.
“Well, I did give up a chance to take a job. Even though I am glad I didn't take it, it still... stings.”
>The mare lets off a hum, focused on her work as she tries to converse with you.
>”Well, you also have been single ever since you got here. Perhaps if you were to find a mare who you can see yourself in a relationship with? Though, she would have to be quite generous to understand your decisions.”
>You smirk a bit, throwing your gaze to the side of the sofa.
“Aren't you the element of generosity Rarity?”
>The sounds of sewing stop, replaced with the sounds of a mare stuttering.
>”A-Anon! Do not make such accusations, it makes you sound like a fool! I mean no offense darling, but I am not interested in-... err...”
>Chuckling, you sit up and look to the mare, struggling to find the right way to explain herself without sounding racist.
“Relax, I know you like your men with four legs and a tail. I was just joking.”
>She sighs, resuming her work.
>”Well please refrain from doing so in the future, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
>'Bitch, Anon too good for you anyways. You wish you could get some human dick in your badonk!'
>Your laughter continues, settling back into the seat, you feel a bit better with your decision.
>Casting your gaze to the clock, you see Applebloom will be getting out soon.
“Rarity, I hate to rush, but how much longer will you be?”
>”Just... about... done~”
>Pushing your legs off the couch, you stand and walk to the mare.
>In front of her are five casual outfits.
>”Since you said you wanted some -going out clothes-, I figured these would fit your need.”
>Smirking, you feel the fabric.
>Soft, a bit stretchy, and not too thick.
“Perfect, absolutely perfect. How much do I owe you?”
>The mare places your new wardrobe in the bag you brought and pulls out a quill and notepad.
>”Let's see, cost of materials, labor, the fact you made that offensive joke.”
>'Is she really going to make you pay for that?'
>Ripping the paper off, she levitates the sheet to you.
>'She's literally making you pay for that joke! What the hell?!'
'Heh, she must have really been offended by the thought of being in a relationship with a biped...'
>'Dude, don't you start too.'
>The mares expression turns from one of pride to one of concern.
>”Anon, are you all right?”
>It is only when she asks you that you notice your lip quivering, eyes feeling like they are holding water.
>You let off a chuckle and reach for your wallet.
“I'm fine, really. Here you go Rarity, thanks again for helping me out.”
>She takes your bits and looks to your feet, her concern replaced with regret.
>”I was joking about charging you extra Anon, simply trying to make us even in terms of jests.”
“It's fine, really.”
>You take a knee and fake a smile for her.
“I'm fine.”
>She still looks worried.
>”If you say so... Have a good day?”
“I'll try.”
>Standing, you take your bag and head out the door.
>'Come on, she was kidding. There's no need to cry about it.'
>Ignoring your brain, you look around to see the many pairs of eyes still cast on you.
>They turn away when they notice you staring back though.
>Composing yourself, you ignore whatever feelings you have and focus on picking up Applebloom.
>However, every now and again the feeling of all those eyes following you becomes too strong to ignore.
 
>”Remember kids! You all have a test on Friday, so make sure to review the chapter examples!”
>Hiding behind a small grouping of trees nearby, you listen as the foals rush out of the building.
>Sitting flat on your ass, you keep your gaze on the pile of dirt in front of you.
>The teacher seems to be having a bit of fun with her students as their giggles fill the air.
>Waiting, you try not to focus on the bad thoughts from earlier.
>'Hey... turn that frown upside down. If you're happy and you know it clap your hands~'
>Not doing anything, you continue to listen for hoofsteps approaching.
>After a few minutes, you hear some.
>However it isn't the single pair you were expecting, but several.
>You stand, getting ready to hide if need be.
>”Are you sure he'll be here Applebloom? The last time anyone saw the thing was weeks ago!”
>”He ain't a thing Scootaloo, he's a friend a mine! 'N ah'm sure he'll be here. Applejack said he would be pickin' me up today.”
>You let off a soft breath or relief before whistling once.
>”Ah ha! He's here, c'mon!”
>'Looks like the filly brought friends.'
>As the hoofsteps approach, you see the familiar red bow Applebloom always sports.
>”Hi Mr. Anon!”
>Turning to the filly, you smile and wave.
“Hey.”
>Two more fillies step next to her, a Pegasus and a Unicorn.
>The Unicorn seems to be sporting a forced smile while the Pegasus is downright shocked with fear.
>”Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle,  meet mah friend; Mr. Anon!”
>Applebloom pushes to the two fillies closer to you.
>The Unicorn steps forward, offering a cautious hoof.
>”H-Hiiii?”
>You take it as soft as you can and shake it.
“Hi there, I take it you two are friends of Applebloom's?”
>She nods, relaxing ever so slightly at your touch.
>The Pegasus on the other hand, looks ready to cry.
>'Uh oh, uhhhh, mention how pretty she looks?'
>With nothing else to go on, you struggle to tell the filly she looks cute without sounding creepy.
“Well, look at you. Aren't you a cute thing? Your parents must be so proud of you.”
>Your words seem to have the opposite effect, as the filly is now tearing up and stepping back.
>'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh shit! This is bad, quick calm her down!'
>You take a single step forward and she runs off, screaming while openly crying.
>The Unicorn filly panics as well, rushing after her friend.
>Before you can fix the situation, the voices of other foals rings through.
>”What was that? Why is Scootaloo crying?”
>”I dunno, and why's she running?”
>Worrying, you grab your bag and start to step towards the direction of Sweet Apple Acres.
“Let's go Applebloom.”
>”B-But wait, we need ta set things straight, it was just a-”
“We need to go, now!”
>Stepping a bit faster, you know it's only a matter of time before somepony sees you and puts two and two together.
>You hear the telltale sounds of hooves galloping behind you.
>With the knowledge Applebloom is following, you focus your attention on the road, shutting out the sounds of the outside world so you don't have to listen to anything that might be said.
 
 
>With your focus on Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle running towards town, you are completely caught off guard when the rest of your students scream.
>”AHHHHHHH! It's the monster from before!”
>”Wasn't that where Scootaloo was running from?”
>”I bet he was going to eat her!”
>Another barrage of screams fill the air.
“Settle down everypony. Look, it's running away, there's no need to be scared of it.”
>Diamond Tiara walk towards the group.
>”Ms. Cheerilee is right, there's no need to be scared of it... for now.”
>Before you can speak up, the rest of your students crowd around the pink filly and her friend.
>”Wh-What do you mean? Is it going to come back?”
>Sighing, you look back to the... thing running.
>Applebloom had told you that the thing was her friend and living with her.
>That it was nice and there was no need to be afraid of it...
>But, you aren't so sure.
>Why would an innocent being run away?
>Turning your attention back to the students, you see them shaking with fear.
>One of them comes up and holds your leg.
>Wrapping a hoof around him, you wonder if it really is safe to trust it.
“Settle down everypony... why don't we all step back into the classroom for a bit, discuss what just happened and how to deal with it.”
>Your students look to each other before slowly making their way back into the classroom.
>Diamond Tiara and Silver spoon are the last to enter.
>”I bet it'll come back again, trying to grab another foal.”
>Rolling your eyes, you ponder a few other things Applebloom mentioned.
>Perhaps you should try speaking with it at some point, get the story from the creature itself.
>For now... you need to calm your students.
 
 
>Grunting, you push the plow forward, trying to at least make a dent in the work that Applejack and Big Mac will miss while they are gone.
>'Come on, you won't accomplish anything aside from waking up sore tomorrow. Besides, you need something pulling this.'
'I can handle this myself!'
>You would be using one of the Apple's cows, but you sent Applebloom to bed after you two had dinner and you finished helping her with her homework.
>As for Granny Smith... the old gal went to bed near sundown.
>You didn't want to risk letting them all out on accident, so you are handling this the only way left available to you.
>'Okay, ignore the fact you are doing this wrong. Let's go for the obvious reason to stop. It's fucking dark! For all you know, you are causing more harm than good!'
'I can do this!'
>Hot beads of sweat run down your body, staining your suit.
>'Listen, I'm pissed too, but doing work you clearly don't know how to do is just going to cause trouble.'
>You are done answering your brain, focusing instead on tilling what land you can.
>'Anon, if you don't stop, I'm going to start singing.'
>Taking a deep breath, you take a moment to get some strength before pushing another couple inches.
>'Anon, if you don't stop, I'm going to start singing.'
>Taking a deep breath, you take a moment to get some strength before pushing another couple inches.
>'All right then... Where is the moment we needed the most?~'
>Oh god, not this song.
>You don't want to think about the bad day you had, don't want to remember... everything that's happened since you settled here.
>'You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost~'
>"Sorry, we can't accommodate you."
>'They tell me your blue skies fade to grey~'
>"Don't look directly at him"
>'They tell me your passion is gone away~'
>Frustrated, you push on.
>You ARE going to do this!
>Even if you wake up sore, it's a small price to pay to take your mind off everything, even for a moment.
>'And I don't need no carryin' on~'
>"We can't have you here, you might scare away some of our other tenants."
>'You stand in the line just to hit a new low~'
>"Look at the monkey mommy!"
>'You're faking a smile with the coffee you go~'
>As your face flushes red, you feel your arms start to falter and legs fail to push.
>'You tell me your life's been way off line~'
>"We appreciate you showing up, but we don't have any jobs open for someone... like you."
>'You're falling to pieces every time~'
>Panting heavily, you continue to push yourself.
>You're not going to cry... not now, not over this.
>'And I don't need no carryin' on~'
>The image of that Pegasus filly running in tears suddenly bombards your mind.
>'Because you had a bad day!~'
>You wish it was just a bad day!
>'You're taking one down~'
>Life is what's taking you down!
>'You sing a sad song just to turn it around!~'
>You struggle to push the plow, legs locking as you try to get even an inch more ground tilled
>Yelling, you slam your fists against the handles and fall to the ground, body aching and sore.
'All right! Fine I'll stop! Okay?! Are you fucking happy now?!'
>'... You know damn well I'm not. Now talk, vent your frustrations instead of trying to work them off.'
>As you take labored breaths, tears start to flow from your cheeks, mixing with the sweat that stains your suit.
'I didn't want this, didn't want any of this! I didn't want to leave my world, didn't want to stay in my friend's barn, I didn't even want to get up this morning. I just want this all to stop!'
>'Anon... I know things are bad, but you don't mean that.'
'I do! I'm nothing but a foreigner to these... these ponies! Two months of nonstop rejection and glares, all just because I'm human!'
>Your sobs grow louder, head resting on the handles as your legs shake from too much force being applied too fast.
>'And yet, you still wore a smile this morning. With Applejack, with Twilight, even with that DJ. You had an honest smile. Yes, a lot of these ponies are discriminating against you, but not all. You have to persevere. You'll get your golden moment sometime, but for now, just push on through.'
>Sniffling, you calm down a bit.
'I just want a break, you know? At least a place I can call my own. Something, anything. I hate having to rely on Applejack's kindness all the time...'
>'You shouldn't, because she sees how hard you are trying. In fact, she was worried about how hard you are trying. Anon, you are in a bad place right now, and you'll need to rely on the few here that actually call themselves your friends. When you are in a position to pay them back for their help, then you can worry about how much you owe them.'
>Forcing your tears to stop, you stand and wipe your eyes.
'I should have taken that job when I had the chance...'
>'No, no you shouldn't have. It goes against your whole -lawful good- thing. Heh, you're a shmuck, and I don't get you, but you help people. Make people happy. That's reason enough for me not to want you to change. I mean, if you let that mare get fired... I honestly think you wouldn't have been able to forgive yourself.'
>Your brain's words have calmed you down enough to listen to reason instead of emotion.
'You're right... she looked to be in a worse spot than me. I at least have some friends to fall back on if things get bad. Don't know if she can say the same. Oh, and they're ponies.'
>'Same shit.'
>Pulling yourself up, you groan at the pain running up your legs.
“Fuck...”
>'I warned you. Come on, lets get some sleep.'
>Your grunt with each step, regretting your actions you took while in that depressed state.
>It would probably be a good idea to take tomorrow off from job/apartment hunting... not that you would have much success if you did go.
>You aren't better, but at least you don't feel like you regret waking up this morning anymore.
 
 
>Day Improvement in Equestria.
>You take a deep breath, letting off a sigh as you lay in your makeshift bed.
>It's almost noon and you've kept to your word.
>You've been letting your legs recover since you woke up.
>They were sore, but the pain has gone down quite a bit.
>Applebloom brought you some breakfast before she left for school, but it was...
>Less than filling.
>The need for something greater is building, causing your stomach to groan.
>'If you're still feeling down, maybe you could grab some comfort food? Two days in a row won't kill you.'
>Thinking on it, you probably could go for some more sweets.
>Your minor depression is still floating over your head, but you can manage.
'Maybe in a bit. I still want to just relax.'
>'Okay, no rush, just make sure to eat something soon.'
>Adjusting your position, you lay your head back and let the sounds of nature take your focus.
>”Hey! You! The... The biped from yesterday! I know you're in there!”
>Groaning, you pull yourself up and pull your legs close.
>'Well, looks like someone's pissed at you. Sounds like a kid or a mare.'
'I didn't even piss off any mares yesterday!'
>Taking your time standing, you make your way to the ladder.
>You look down and see that grey mare, Derpy, from yesterday.
>”There you are! Come down here!”
>'Geez, why's she so pissed? You helped her keep her job for fucks sake!'
>Looking at the mare, she seems quite cross with you
>You step down and look to the mare, a bit of apathy in your step.
“Hey...”
>”Don't you -hey- me! Where is he?”
>You furrow your brow, confused.
“Where's who?”
>”Crafty! I know you two are doing something, and I'm not going to let you get away with it! I can handle him beating me, but I will NOT let him take my job!”
>'Is this mare seriously retarded?'
'I... don't think so. I think she is just confused.'
>Scratching the back of your neck you attempt to look the mare in her eyes.
>However, once you realize that it is quite impossible, you settle for looking in one.
“Crafty is that asshole from yesterday, right? Well, he isn't here and I have no idea where he is.”
>She scoffs, stepping towards you.
>”Don't you play dumb with me! Postal's making me take a required mental health exam. I know there is no way in hell he will let me pass that! I lose that, I lose my job. You and Crafty better get him to stop, or else there'll be trouble!”
>Closing your eyes, you are getting a little annoyed with her accusations.
“For the last time, I have no idea where the ass is! Besides, I'm pretty sure he's just making you take that test so you can get the aid slow ponies are supposed to be getting. I thought you would be gratef-”
>”I'M NOT SLOW!”
>She flies up to your face, staring you down with the most awkward grimace you've ever seen.
>'Is she trying to intimidate you? If so, she is doing a real shit job at it.'
>You take one more breath, not wanting to get angry at a person- pony who was just beaten the day before.
“Then take the test and pass it. If you aren't mentally handicapped, the test will say.”
>She pushes her hoof into your stomach.
>”Ha ha! Didn't I just say Postal won't let me pass it!”
“I'm pretty sure he will. It's either that or the pencil pusher risks his job. Frankly, I'm kind of shocked that you wouldn't be more excited to hear about getting help, and pissed you think I am trying to fuck with you. I don't even know you!”
>She calms down, eyes still semi locked with yours.
>”So you mean to tell me that some random guy just happens to show up at juuust the right time to help me? I don't buy it.”
>Bringing a palm to your face, you sit flat on your ass so you don't have to keep putting pressure on your legs.
“It's called coincidence. One that kept you from losing your job and got an abusive coworker fired. Don't believe me? I have enough bits saved up to pay you a months salary. If I'm lying, it's yours.”
>'Anon, what the hell are you doing?!'
'She'll either believe me and calm down, or she won't; she'll pass, get her aid, and apologize. I just want to be done with this already, I am in NO mood to deal with this right now. Got enough on my plate as is.'
>The mare continues to lock an eye with you for a few minutes, you continue to give an apathetic stern approach.
>After a few minutes, her expression softens somewhat.
>”So you really aren't planning anything with Crafty to get me fired or something?”
“No, I'm not.”
>”... You really did just show up purely by coincidence and help me?”
“Yes, I did.”
>She goes silent again, body relaxing as her expression goes to one of sorrowful confusion.
>”Why?”
“Because that's who I am. I don't like people taking advantage of others, and I certainly don't like abusive ass holes getting away. I helped you because that's who I am.”
>Her sorrow seems to recede a bit and is replaced by confusion.
>”People?”
>Shaking your head, you sigh and look back to the mare.
“I meant ponies.”
>Derpy sits down, eyes focused on the ground.
>”... Thank you.”
“Don't mention it.”
>”It's just... nopony else would help me, not usually. It just seemed a bit... too good, you know?”
>She starts to tear up, sniffling.
>'Shit, is she seriously about to cry?'
“Really? You never tried reporting this?”
>She raises her head, lips trembling.
>”I tried, but it always came back to the one fact that I NEED the job.”
>You shake your head, placing a hand on her mane.
“You don't need a job that treats you like shit.”
>”You're wrong! Do you know how many others I tried for? I spent nearly five months looking, trying to find someone who would take me! Once I had the job, I couldn't just leave. My mom got sick, needed to be sent to a specialty hospital in Canterlot. I have to pay her bills and raise my little sister. I lose my job, all three of us suffer...”
>Your heart breaks at her story from a mixture of being in a similar situation, and sorrow for how stuck she is.
>'See? What did I tell you, you would have regretted taking her job. You made the right choice Anon... eeeeven if I said it was the wrong one at first.'
>You nod, standing while petting her head.
“Well, you'll be getting aid soon, right?”
>She whimpers.
>”No I won't... I'm not challenged! I just have weird eyes. Once they see that, they'll probably fire me or something...”
>Her logic seems a bit off, why would they fire a pony that is not detrimental to the company?
>Especially when one just got fired for aggressive behavior.
“Derpy, relax, I'm sure they won't fire you for being mentally fit. In fact, your boss said he was looking for a reason to fire you because you were... yeah.”
>Her eyes shoot wide, fresh tears pooling.
>”What?!”
>'Bad move! Bad move! Fix it Anon, quick!'
“W-Wait! That's IF you weren't mentally fit, but you are, so he won't and can't fire you, right?”
>She calms down a bit, chuckling as her eyes wander.
>”Y-Yeah, eheh. Thanks Anon.”
'Wait, how does she know my name?'
>'Hmm, she's a mailmare, heard your name no less than three times yesterday. True, there was a -Mr.- in front of it, but I'm sure she could figure it out.'
>Your brain makes a lot of sense.
>Plus, it is probably really easy to find the monkey hiding amongst the horses...
“You're welcome Derpy. So, we're good then, right?”
>She smiles and nods, rubbing her leg.
>”Yeah, we're good. Oh, Anon?”
>You hum and stand up, figuring you two are almost done here.
>”Thanks for standing up for me, for saving my job. I know I am just a stranger to you, and you didn't have to go out of your way to help.”
>You take smooth, slow steps past her, pacing yourself for the walk towards Sugarcube Corner for something sweet to treat yourself.
“You're the stranger? Please, take a good look at me, I'm the biped here.”
>She follows you, concern on her face.
>”Why do you say it like that?”
“Say what?”
>”Biped. You make it sound like a racial slur, like the z word.”
>You let off a heavy sigh and pass the front gate.
“Well I am a biped, aren't I? Also, I thought it was a racial term.”
>Derpy stops you, scrunching her face.
>”It's not. Do people call you that a lot?”
>You shake your head and lean against the fence.
“Just started yesterday.”
>”From Crafty?”
>Thinking back, he was the only one of the two to say it with malicious intent.
“Yeah, from him.”
>”Anon, calling someone a biped is like calling a Pegasus a flyer. It's JUST a descriptive term.”
>'Wait, seriously? So when Vinyl called us a biped... huh, maybe she isn't a racist.'
'So I started to freak out over a word for nothing?'
>'A word, maybe... but there were still plenty of actions that were racial yesterday. And you know what they say about actions.'
>You let off a groan and bring your hands to your face.
“So biped is just a word, I was being an idiot?”
>The mare nods, curiosity on your face.
>”How bad did you take it?”
>Considering you were nearly in tears yesterday when talking with Rarity...
“Pretty bad.”
>Derpy giggles, covering her mouth with her hooves.
>”S-Sorry, I know this must be serious to you... but it just seems silly to me.”
>You chuckle with, petting her head before continuing down the road.
“Probably is. Still, I don't get a lot of good attention. In fact, you are one of the few ponies who actually talked to me without fear in your eyes.”
>”Like you could even tell what was going on with my eyes! Heck, I'd take being a biped than having these wacky things any day.”
>'Pffft! I like this mare, has a good sense of humor.'
>The two of you share a small laugh, settling down as you continue the walk.
>”Hey, Anon?”
“Yeah?”
>Derpy looks up at you, not paying attention to where she is stepping.
>'That's a bad idea, she's bound to trip up.'
>”Were you serious when you said you don't get a lot of good attention?”
“Let me put it to you this way; I made a filly cry yesterday just by taking a step towards her.”
>Remembering the image once more causes your heart to twist.
>”Oh... Well, that's one thing we have in common then. Most ponies assume I'm... you know, when all I have is an eye condition.”
>You nod, sighing as you realize you are going to have to split from the main path soon.
“Well, if you ever want to talk, I don't have ponies rushing up to speak with me.”
>She smiles, eyes going soft.
>”Thanks, and if you ever need a friend, I could use more of those.”
>Smirking, you pet her head again.
“Sounds good. So, I think this is about the part where we split up.”
>”What do you mean?”
>You start to step off the main road, hand dug in your pockets.
“I mean it would probably be best for me to take the scenic route to town. Talk to you later Derpy?”
>She looks confused, lips scrunched together.
>”O-Oh, okay? Talk to you later Anon.”
>As the mare waves to you, you return the wave.
>'So, aren't you glad you helped the mare out?'
'Yes.'
>'Gonna take back your emo fit from yesterday?'
>Groaning, you shake your head and smile.
'Yeeeees, I was wrong. I made the right choice.'
>While you do feel a bit happier, that small pit in your stomach remains.
>The reasons for your depression still remain.
>But you will deal with that later.
>Today is a you day.
 
 
>Arriving at Sugarcube Corner, you see that it is packed.
'Maybe this was a bad idea, I should turn around before-'
>Too late.
>Many of the ponies have seen you and are making their way out of the bakery in an orderly fashion.
>A few coughs and averted gazes pass you by as you watch with a growing sense of regret.
>Once the ponies stop leaving, a few either brave or scared ponies remain.
>Before you can sigh, you notice a large pink puff of fluff hanging from on top of your head.
>You look up and are greeted by a pink pony who you didn't see yesterday.
>”Hi Nonny!”
>Your expression remains blank, with only a hint of confusion.
“Hey Pinkie Pie.”
>'Seriously, how does she do that?!'
>She jumps off your head and does a swan dive behind the counter.
>”What're you doing here? Not that I'mnotgladtoseeyou,I'msuperhappytosee-”
>And there she goes.
>'So, you want to wait her out or interrupt?'
'Wait it out, I'm not going anywhere today.'
>As the pink mare continues to speak, you notice she is slowing down and her smile is fading.
>”-hismedicineyesterday at... Fluttershy's... Nonny?”
>You give a questioning hum and walk towards the counter, wondering what you should get.
>”You don't look so happy... is everything okay?”
>'Do you lie to the mare like you tried to do to me last night, or do you swallow your stupid pride and be honest?'
'My pride is the reason my legs are screaming at me right now, I think I've been prideful enough for now.'
>You shake your head, locking eyes with the mare.
“I've had better days Pinkie. I've had better days...”
>She frowns a bit, reaching down and pulling up a bag.
>”I'm sorry Nonny, here. Take this extra special cupcake, on the house.”
>You smile a bit and take the bag.
>As sweet as the sentiment is, you can't just take from her.
>You reach into your pants and look for your wallet.
>Grabbing around, you can't find it.
'Where's my wallet?'
>'You don't have it?! You had it when you left the farm!'
'You sure?'
>'100%! Oh shit, this is bad!'
>You had a lot of bits in there, enough to buy you a whole wardrobe of clothes from Rarity!
>If you lost that, that is going to be a small hit on your overall funds left from the princesses.
>Pinkie giggles, drawing your attention.
>”Ah ah ah, Nonny~ I said it was a gift, and you're gonna take it as a gift. Or else no more wallet~”
>'Ohhhh, she is good, she is VERY good.'
>Chuckling, you reach your hand out to accept your wallet back.
>She pulls it back, shaking her head.
>”You gotta Pinkie promise me.”
>Rolling your eyes, you extend your pinky out.
>The mare looks at you quizzically.
>”What're you doing Nonny?”
“Giving you a pinky promise, what does it look like?”
>She giggles, putting your hand down.
>”That's not a Pinkie promise!”
“It's not?”
>”Nope! This is.”
>Pinkie brings her hoof up, moving it as she speaks.
>”Cross my heart, and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!”
>She ends the strange movement by pressing a hoof against her shut eye.
>'Does it have to be this cupcake? Because this son of a mother is going in your stomach.'
>Chuckling, you attempt to mimic Pinkie's movements.
“Cross my heart, and hope to die, sti-”
>”No!”
>She presses her hooves against your mouth.
>You try to speak, but your speech comes out muffled.
>”You never, EVER want to hope to die! Do you know how sad I would be? Super DUPER sad! SO don't say that again, okay?”
>She pulls her hooves away, freeing your mouth to speak.
“Gah, I promise.”
>She leans in close, the eye closest to you getting wide as can be.
“... Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
>With your palm placed on your eye, Pinkie's smile returns and she hands you your wallet.
>”Goodie! Now, wanna talk about why you're so down in the dumps?”
>Sighing, you take a seat so you can get off your legs.
>Pinkie joins you and you begin the tale of how the last two months of your life have all piled up and how you vented every frustration you had last night in a fit of anger and tears.
>By the end of it all, the mare looks ready to cry herself.
>”Oh, Nonny!”
>She throws her hooves around you, giving you a tight bear hug.
>Returning the hug as best you can, you endure the pony hold.
>Once she is done, she smiles at you and places her hoof on your nose.
>”Don't you listen to those bullies, they're just rude and crude! Remember, you are Nonny! A goat!”
>Your face contorts to one of confusion, staring at the mare.
>'You're a what now?'
“I'm a what?”
>”A goat! Greatest of all time!”
>Chuckling, you ruffle the candy cane mare's mane.
“Thanks Pinkie, I'll try to remember that.”
>She nods, eyes closed as she flashed you a cheek to cheek grin.
>”Feeling better Nonny?”
“Just a little, I still have a lot of things to deal with.”
>The mare looks shocked, starting to bite her hooves as she looks at you.
>'Uh oh, I think she's thinking the wrong thing to think.'
'What?'
>As you are about to speak, Twilight comes walking into the bakery.
>Pinkie notices and rushes the purple mare, lifting and plopping her next to you.
>”Huh, what the- Anon?”
>She seems to be as confused as you are.
>”Twilight! Nonny is super depressed and needs our help, NOW!”
>The Unicorn's eyes flash wide, focusing on you.
>”Is that true Anon? Are you depressed?”
“Yes, a little, over the fact I-”
>Twilight joins Pinkie in her worry state.
>'Oh shit, I think you started something.'
>The pink mare looks around.
>You are about to clarify what you mean when the bakery's doors open once again.
>This time a yellow Pegasus with a bag in her mouth enters.
>Pinkie proceeds to grab this mare as she did Twilight.
>Placing her in front of you, the mares eyes go wide as dinner plates.
>She squeaks, reminding you exactly who she is.
>”Fluttershy! Nonny is depressed and we need to help him! Can you do your kindness thing and make him happy again?!”
>Twilight nods, stepping of the seat and surrounding the scared yellow mare.
>”That's a good idea Pinkie! If there's more kindness, Anon is sure to come out of his depression!”
>'Are they even going to let you explain what you meant?'
>You make another attempt to speak when the two frantic mares begin to speak over you.
>”Come on Fluttershy! Nonny needs your help!”
>The cowering Pegasus picks up the bag and raises it in the air.
>”I-I only came to drop off the medicine you left at my cottage yesterday!”
>Pinkie grabs the bag and tosses it behind the counter.
>'Hope there wasn't any glass in that.'
>”That can wait! Nonny needs us!”
>Twilight nods, looking towards you.
>”Don't worry Anon, whatever reason you're sad can be dealt with easily with your friends!”
>Fluttershy pokes Twilight on her shoulder, body shaking.
>”B-But I don't even know who this creature is.”
>'She forgot us AND she called us a creature, nice.'
'That is... wow.'
>Pinkie pushes her closer to you.
>”Of course you remember Nonny! We had that party for him, you fainted while talking to him, he petted your belly!”
>She squeaks again, trying to pull herself back.
>”O-Okay, okay, I remember! H-Hi Nonny!”
“It's actually Anon.”
>”Hi Anon!”
>With a break in the conversation, you try to voice your reason for your sadness.
>Too late, again, Pinkie grabs the mare by her head and gets face to face with her
>”Fluttershy! Quick! Do you want to be Anon's friend?”
>The Pegasus whimpers and shakes her head.
>Pinkie starts making her nod and smiles, pushing her towards you.
>”Super! Ask him!”
>Pinkie pushes her so she is mere inches from you.
>When the yellow mare tries to skitter back, Twilight and Pinkie hold her in place.
>”H-hi my name is...”
>She is mumbling, like the first time you two talked.
>'Good lord, we'll be here all day. Just play along with them so we can avoid giving this girl a heart attack.'
>You couldn't agree more.
>Since you already know her name, you'll just skip trying to get her to say it.
“Hi Fluttershy, I'm Anon.”
>She whimpers more.
>When it looks like she is going to make a run for it, Pinkie pushes her so she is practically touching you.
>Her pupils dilate and she is breathing heavy.
>”Ask him!”
>The yellow mare goes against what you've seen, speaking quite clear and loud.
>”Would you like to be my friend?!”
>This must be torture for her.
“Yes, I'll be your friend.”
>Pinkie and Twilight keep the mare in place, smiling at you.
>”See Anon? Now you have the element of kindness as your friend too!”
>”Yeah Nonny! Quick, Fluttershy, make Anon happy by being kind!”
>The yellow mare wheezes and flops on her back, legs straight up.
>Pinkie Pie and Twilight both look at Fluttershy in shock.
>'Quick! Now's your chance!'
>Standing, you make sure you have everything before walking past the two mares.
“Thanks Twilight, Pinkie! I feel a lot better now, whoo! I'll see you guys later, okay?”
>Rushing out the door, you barely hear Pinkie cheer.
>Don't have time to notice the glares, need to get out of the awkward as fast as possible.
>Making your way around town, you try to find the nearest solitary area.
 
 
>'PffftBahaha! D-did you see how fast that lost control?!'
'I'll admit, looking back it was pretty funny, but come on. That poor mare was freaking out like there was no tomorrow!'
>'So what? She forgot your name AND called you a creature. I say if she wants to be a racist like the rest of em, let her. She's the one missing out.'
>With a sigh, you take another bite of your lemon cupcake.
>Fuuuck you love these cupcakes.
>Looking at the darker side of this park, you notice a lot of the hidden beauty.
>You are sure some pony might be able to spot you if they looked in your general direction, but you don't care right now.
>That run fucked your legs up.
>You needed a place to rest with some solitude and you got one.
>Frankly, that's a win-win in your book.
>After a couple more moments of silence, you hear some leaves crunching behind you.
>”Excuse me, what are you doing here?”
>You sigh, going to stand your ground since you are NOT moving right now.
“I am laying back, enjoying a cupcake. That is what I am doing.”
>'Uhhh, Anon?'
“I'm not hurting anyone, I'm just sitting here.”
>'Anon.'
“Also, just got done running while my legs are sore, so please forgive me-”
>'Anon!'
'What?!'
>'You're berating Octavia!'
>Turning, you see the grey mare, giving you a confused and somewhat hurt look.
'... I have only heard her speak on two occasions! I-I didn't know!'
>'It's fine, just play it off as having a bad day.'
>Sighing, you lay back and attempt to save face.
“... for sounding like a bit of an ass.”
>The mare sits next to you, still sporting her confused expression.
>”It sounds like you've been having a hard time. Also, I meant what are you doing in Ponyville Anonymous.”
“I couldn't find a way home, so I'm stuck here. This was the first place I wandered into after I woke up, only made sense I come back here. At least to me.”
>Octavia hums, looking into the direction you are.
>You look to the mare, curious as to why she was here.
“So, that's why I'm here. What about you?”
>”Well, I live in Ponyville, always have.”
>'Huh, I thought she lived in Canterlot.'
'Same.'
>Silence fills the air as you simply enjoy the scenery.
>Whether it is an awkward silence or not, is hard to tell.
>'Hey! Wait a minute, you've lived here two months!'
'Yes, and I'm human. We've established these facts.'
>'I mean, she is just now visiting you, what the hell is up with that?'
>True, you have been a Ponyville resident for two months and this is the first time you've seen Octavia here even though she's supposedly lives here.
“Octavia?”
>The mare looks to you, a small smile on her face.
>”Yes Anonymous?”
“You live here, right? How come you never thought to pay a visit. Surely the rumor that a two legged monster was roaming around town would have grabbed your attention.”
>Her eyes shoot wide, bringing a hoof to her mouth.
>”Wait, what?! They... Ponies say you are a monster?”
>'I think she's lying about living here.'
“Monster, creature, alien, monkey, stuff like that.”
>Her expression turns to one of empathetic sorrow.
>”I didn't know. I just arrived back last night. They truly say such things?”
“Again, yes... You've been in Canterlot for two months?”
>Her sorrow dissipates a bit, a small smile forming on her lips.
>”Yes, I have. I should be thanking you and Mr. Top for that. Ever since I performed that once Unicorn exclusive piece, I have been asked by many nobles to perform for private functions. I-It's been... magnificent.”
>You can't help but smirk a little, knowing some racist pricks somewhere ended up with their feet in their mouths.
“I'm glad to hear that. So you've been doing private functions away from home this entire time?”
>She nods, bringing her hind legs to her chest.
>”It's been tiring, but so fulfilling. Now, I am looking to spend a bit of time at home... before going back for another tour of private performances.”
>She squees and squirms a bit, her small smile turning into a cheek to cheek grin.
>You take another bite of your cupcake, nearly finished with the confection.
>'Look at that. Look at what you did, made a racially suppressed mare into a hot topic. Then there's that whole situation with Derpy. Heh, maybe you should take up a job as a righteous defender?'
'I'm pretty sure that's called vigilantism.'
>'You are the human this world deserves... but not the one it needs right now.'
>You know your brain isn't being serious, but it is something to think about.
>Helping those in need, getting to spread joy and hope to those who have lost it.
>Would be hard to hide your identity given the fact you are the only thing on two legs that isn't below four feet.
>”Anonymous?”
“Yeah?”
>The mares smile fades, returning to her empathetic one before.
>”I apologize for switching the topic we were on before, I was just so excited.”
>You flash her a smirk, looking back to the park.
“Didn't even know we were on a topic. Besides, I'd much rather talk about something happy.”
>She nods, sighing blissfully.
>”May I ask where you are staying? Perhaps I could visit some time.”
>Furrowing your brow, you struggle to find the right way to tell her about your predicament without dropping too much of your personal business.
“Well, I don't really have a place of my own. Been living with the Apple family for a while now. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm still looking for a place of my own... just... er, yeah,”
>You look away, rubbing the back of your neck.
>”You can't seem to find a place that will accept a nonpony staying there?”
“Yep... That sums up the situation pretty well.”
>The mare hums, causing you to turn back to face her.
>She has her hoof to her lips, sporting a serious expression while her eyes slowly look left to right.
>”Perhaps I could amend that. I know a few ponies in town who own places for rent. I shall speak with them on your behalf and see if we can't work something out.”
“Really... wait, really?”
>She nods, smiling in your direction.
>”You've helped me, the least I can do is help you as well Anon.”
>After she finishes her sentence, her eyes shoot open before she brings her hoof to her mouth, giving a slight embarrassed blush.
>“Oh, I hope you don't mind if I call you Anon.”
“Heh, it's fine. I said Anonymous was only if you wanted to be formal. And thanks Octavia, I've been looking everywhere I can. If you could do this for me... I'd really appreciate it.”
>'Yeah, he'd do anything to get out of the barn... An~y~thing~'
>You avoid groaning audibly, not wanting to offend the mare.
>”Well, I will certainly have to do my best then, now won't I?”
>With twin smiles, you both enjoy some quiet company for a while longer.
 
 
>Day Mail call in Equestria.
>Pushing the plow with a firm hand, you follow Daisy Jo, finally correcting the damages you did to the Apple's land three nights ago.
“Thanks for helping me Miss Jo.”
>The cow chuckles, making sure you two get a good chunk of land tilled.
>”Oh, don't mention it honey. How is your leg by the way? When we tried this yesterday I couldn't help but notice you struggling a bit.”
>You smile, grateful she noticed.
“Oh, it's better now. Thanks for asking.”
>As you finish up, the two of you ready for another round.
>'See? Isn't this so much easier when you do this the right way?'
'Yeees.'
>Just as you are about to start, you hear the sounds of wings flapping.
>Concerned, you look around.
>”Anooon!”
>You look up and see Derpy, sporting a smile as well as a new uniform.
>She lunges at you, hugging you while squealing.
>”I passed! I passed!”
>You chuckle, petting her head while holding the girl up.
“Whoa, calm down Derpy. You passed what?”
>”My mental health exam! Now I have proof that I am not slow, was given a promotion, and Postal got demoted for withholding me from taking the required exam!”
>'Wait, he got demoted? Not fired?'
>Giving the mare a confused look, you set her down.
“What do you mean demoted? Wouldn't that usually be reason enough to fire someone?”
>She chuckles, rubbing the back of her neck.
>”Yeah, but with Crafty gone, we're kinda short handed now. Postal was given Crafty's job, we have a new manager, and I got some apologies. It... It's just... whoo hoo!”
>She takes to the air, spinning as she giggles.
>You place your hands in your pockets, glad Derpy is going through a fit of good news.
>She lands, hugging you again before reaching into her bag.
>The mare pulls out a letter and gives it to you.
>”Looks like someone has something to say to you. Well, I gotta go Anon! My new promotion doesn't leave much time to dilly dally. See ya soon!”
>With a quick wave, she takes to the air, a smile you couldn't even begin to describe on her face.
>'Ah, that's nice. You're like a good luck charm or something.'
'Maybe. Maybe.'
>Looking at the letter, it's from Octavia.
>You rip the envelope open and pull out its contents.
>A key falls out, hitting the ground.
>You pick it up before pulling out the letter.
>”Dear Anon, I was able to find you an apartment in town. The apartment itself is quite small, however the rent is cheap. I tried to find a place more fit to someone of your stature, but I could not. I hope that what I was able to find is enough for you. Enclosed is the key to your new home. Your landlord wishes to speak with you ahead of time regarding when rent is due. The address is-”
>'Whoo hoo!'
>With your focus lost, you turn your attention to your brain.
'What the hell was that about?'
>'You have a place of your own now! Aren't you excited?!'
'I am, but you broke my concentration!'
>'Sorry! Sorry, continue.'
>As you are about to find where you were, you hear a yell from across the way.
>”MR. ANOOOON!”
>Sighing, you turn your attention to Applebloom, who is running towards you.
>Ever since the incident with her friends, she has walked to and from school by herself.
>She stops in front of you, smiling while panting.
>”A-Ah did it!”
“Did what?”
>She hugs you before pulling back and running around you.
>”Ah passed mah mathematics test! It was real simple, just like ya showed me!”
>'Seriously. Good. Luck. Charm.'
>Shaking your head, you pet the filly.
>She giggles, looking to the key in your hand, then the letter.
>”What's that Mr. Anon?”
>You smile, turning your attention back to the letter.
“Some good news Applebloom. Some very good news. I'll tell you when your brother and sister get back tonight, okay?”
>The filly nods, still smiling.
>”Okay! What're ya doin' right now? Can ah help?”
>Looking to Daisy Jo, she is smiling at you while pointing her head towards the untilled soil.
“I was just fixing something I messed up on. If you think you can, sure, why not?”
>Applebloom nods, walking alongside Daisy Jo as you continue to till.
>It may not be as good as a job, but you at least have a place to go home to.
>... You hope.