>Day 'How is this my life?" in Equestria
>You are Anonymous
>Well, you are now.
>You had another name, but you left it behind on your old world.
>Most people leave names behind because it reminds them of their past
>You left yours because it actually has power
>To speak your name covers the land in darkness and instills a primordial fear into every living thing blanketed by that horrible blackness.
>You are Anonymous now, but you were @$@%@!%^, Bringer of Terror, The Empty Blackness, The End, and a plethora of other titles like that.
>The people who gave them to you weren't very imaginative.
>But to be fair they had more to think about than given you a fancy nickname, like worrying about you yourself.
>The horrors and suffering you unleashed across your world could not be adequately described with words.
>But if you tried, it'd probably be something like 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!'
>Or just any scream of pain, fear, or despair in general would suffice.
>To be straight to the point, you were evil, and no force in the land could stop you.
>Until something did.
>You don't like to get into it cause it makes you feel bad, and not the good kind of pain either.
>When you decided to turn over a new leaf, you thought about trying to mend the damage you did.
>But that wouldn't work because of reasons.
>So you decided to leave.
>Having given up your evil ways and nature, which happened to be your source of strength, you were nearly powerless when you cast your final spell to send you to a new world.
>There was no destination in mind, you just searched for a flicker of life in the cosmos and went with the first one you found.
>You'd be lying if you said you expected where you ended up.
>Rainbows. Literally rainbows everywhere.
>And that was before you even saw the colorful ponies., of which one even had a rainbow tail and mane.
>You got the term right the first time. And for some reason it surprised them.
>You may have been an evil monster, but that wasn't any reason to be uneducated.
>You decided to keep your past a secret, for now anyways. At least until they feel more comfortable around.
>You doubt they'd take it well if a strange entity suddenly arrived and announced 'I was a ruthless monster who took pleasure in the suffering of other beings, but its okay now, I'm good. Or at least better.'
>That could only go one way.
>Badly
>And you're trying to get away from 'bad'.
>Since then you've taken to living in a small town, Ponyville its called.
>It didn't take long to notice the equine naming structure around here.
>For a species of colorful talking, flying, magical ponies, they were either as unimaginative as the people who nicknamed you back on your home world, or they we egomaniacs and narcissistic by nature and wanted everyone to know who ran the place.
>They even named the country 'Equestria'.
>Add in that despite there being other sentient races, they addressed everything as 'anypony', 'somepony, 'everypony', you think it's probably the later.
>You're starting to think this might be a Crapsaccharine World.
>Or maybe that's just your old evil nature looking for the bad in everything.
>Hey, its not like you can go from being a Ruiner of Worlds to citizen of the year so quickly.
>Its hard to get over the desire to peel a man's skin from his bones like one would peel a banana.
>Its a good feeling, assuming you're the one peeling.
>And your old temper does tend to leak out from time to time, its just now you can't eradicate all life within your sight with a thought.
>You kinda miss that. Especially now.
>You were @$@%@!%^. You've been called The Lord of Nightmares, The Eternal Despair, The Abyss.
>Today, you are Anonymous, Foalsitter.
>"Anon, you said we could go to the park if we ate all our peas!"
>Applebloom, the de facto leader of the trio of wolves in sheepskin, matter of factly announces to you.
>"YEAH!"
>Followed by her two goons, you mean, friends.
>You give the three your best deadpan stare, which is just your normal look since you haven't really learned to laugh or smile yet at anything that wasn't being flayed alive, burned. drowned, crushed, dissected, etc.
>This being good thing is hard, its a wonder anyone does it.
>You slowly lean your head under the table, and lo and behold, there's three piles of peas down there.
>Applebloom laughs nervously, "Ha ha, how'd those get down there?"
>Her compatriots shrug.
"Your peas are still there. Just because they are now on the floor instead of your plates doesn't change the fact that you're staying in if you don't eat them."
>"Ewwwww"
"You should have thought of that before you put them there."
>"But peas are gross!"
>"YEAH!"
>They begin to hop around you, chanting about how they wanna go outside, or how they don't wanna eat their peas.
>You find your patience runs thin fast these days without the screams of the helpless to help calm your nerves.
"SILENCE!"
>Your shout catches there attention as they stop and look at you, a tinge of fear in their eyes.
>Ahhh, how you missed that look.
"Back on my world I was all that was evil! Your Discord, your Sombra, Chrysalis and Nightmare Moon are but children kicking over your sandcastles compared to I!"
>You move your hands in sweeping and elevating motions, trying to add a bit of flare to it.
>You admit, you had a bit of a thing for being dramatic.
"My arrival on the scene was heralded by by the sky's thundering cry, an impenetrable darkness covering the land where even the Sun's light could not reach! To simply mention my name in even the lowest of whispers would kill lesser men, and sent the rest cowering in fear, begging for salvation!"
>You look down at them with your head held high, before slowly, menacingly leaning down to their eye level, looking Applebloom straight in the eyes.
"And you! You three dare to question me? TO DEFY ME!? I have done worse to those who have not slighted me in the least! Tell me, little ponies, what makes you think you can do this and escape my wrath?"
>That felt good. Sometimes you regret turning over a new leaf, the utter look of terror on their faces, the quivering lips, its moments like these that make life pleasurable.
>Well, it did for a moment anyways.
>The little fillies burst out laughing as they roll upon the floor.
>Its a good three minutes before they slow their laughing fit enough for Applebloom to pipe up.
>"Oh Anon, its always funny when you talk about how you were some big bad monster back on your world. I don't know why anypony would want to be mean, but you sure make it worth a good laugh."
>They didn't believe you. They never believe.
>None of the ponies believe you.
>You've been too 'nice and helpful' since you arrived, and they think you're some kind of performer, and that you remind them of some pony Named Trixie, only actually entertaining.
>The three, having fully come down from their laughter, look at to each other as though mentally confirming with each other.
>"And we're sorry Anon. We should've ate our peas properly instead of giving you a hard time. We're real sorry."
>They give you those puppy eyes that most can't seem to resist.
>But you can, cause you've killed puppies before. Lots of them. And they had those eyes too, up till the point you plucked them out anyways, and it didn't do them much good.
>But that's then and this is now.
>You sigh in resignation. It didn't do any use to try and scare them.
"If you're willing to eat them properly this time, I'll make you some more and you can go out when your done eating them AND cleaning the entire floor."
>The three "Awwwwww", in unison, but nod and agree.
>After eating and cleaning, you hold up your end of the bargain and take them to the park.
>Even when your were bathing the land in blood and corpses, you always kept any bargains you made.
>It made it more fun when you took the words literally or twisted them and turned it on your victims.
>They never got what they originally planed, but you never technically lied.
>You're starting to think you should take it up.
>The sun is bright, the birds are chirping, and it gives you a headache.
>You sit down on a bench, which is oddly made for equines physiques.
>Perhaps their species was created by some forerunner race, which would explain quite a few things.
>Your thoughts are broken as a rubber ball bounces off your head harmlessly.
>"Sorry Anon!"
>Scootaloo...
>"Can you pass us the ball back, please?"
>They should come get their own ball, but you know they'd just pester you till you got it.
>Being good is hard.
>You pick the ball up and lazily toss it back to them.
>"Come on Anon! You can do better than that!"
>Applebloom kicks the ball back to you, which you easily deflect back, not wanting to get roped into a game of catch.
>...to which Scootaloo headbutts back to you.
>You catch and throw the ball high, relative to their height, and far, but not too far cause then you'd have to go get it.
>Sweetie catches the ball with some amount of effort and tosses it back.
>You were @$@%@!%^. The Black Death, The Terribler, All the Ills of the World.
>You are Anonymous.
>And you're now playing catch with three fillies.
 
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>Day "Has the Sun always been this bright?" in Equestria.
>You were @$@%@!%^, the Eternal Night, The Black Sun, The Looming Darkness.
>You are Anon. And today is picnic day.
>Before coming here, you didn't really see a lot of the sun.
>An ever looming shroud of darkness followed you every where you went.
>It was mostly for dramatic effect to be honest.
>But it seems if you go long enough without seeing the sun, bright light kinda hurts your eyes.
>And today it seems exceptionally bright.
>Which is of course the perfect time for a picnic, according to Twilight and her big on "Picnics: Why You Shouldn't Trust Ants".
>That's a pretty tame name for some of her books.
>There was one book she showed, "Couches: Comfy Furniture or Killing Machines?"
>But to be fair, you have seen furniture kill people.
>You may or may not have had a hand in it.
>Those were good times.
>Well, subjectively speaking at the time.
>"Hear you go Anon, one slice of cake, just the way you like it!"
>Looking over from the offered dessert to the owner of the hoof holding it, Pinkie gives that impossibly wide grin that you're starting to believe actually leaves her face.
>As a former force of impossibly powerful, and inconceivable dark magic, you've learned to just shrug and accept the seemingly impossible.
>Especially with Pinkie.
>She reminded you of a friendly, chipper, non-murdering version of yourself.
> A little bit of Pinkie goes a long way though.
>Enough time with her and that bubbly personality becomes, annoying, grating, and frustrating...
>But damn did she know how to bake a cake.
>You've learned in the past to be more tolerant of those who can offer you things you like.
>Truth be told you never had much of a sweet tooth, but there was just something about this particular cake that you enjoyed.
>Ah, the memories.
>The first time you tasted one, you were cooking some baker's wife in his oven, and just tried one of the cakes off handily.
>It was delicious.
>You brought him with you to another town to use their oven.
>Afterall, he couldn't really use his own, baked wife and all that.
>It'd probably mess with the flavor or something.
>After a little 'chat' with the local baker, you managed to get access to his oven.
>He wasn't going to be needing it anymore.
>You had him bake different cakes, but none of them really suited you except that one.
>Devil's Food
>You got a little chuckle that the only cake you liked had such a name.
>But after trying all those cakes, it inevitably led to a stomach ache.
>And that mad you angry.
>You almost regret what you did to that baker. He made good cake.
>No one ever accused you of having a good temper.
>Quite the opposite really.
>You were @$@%@!%^, The Fury, Wrath of the Night, The Burning Anger.
>Really, those people could've tried at least a little harder on the names.
>"...So then I said, 'No you!'"
>Rainbow Dash laughs heartily at whatever 'riveting' tale she just shared.
>You missed whatever it was she was saying, too busy recalling memories of... other times.
>You might be trying to turn over a new leaf, but it doesn't happen over night.
>Old habits and all that.
>Noticing that you ate your slice of cake in your reminiscence, you reach for the last piece.
>...and some accursed blue blur swoops in and takes it just before you can claim it.
>You were Anon. And the last slice of your cake has just been taken from you.
>You are @$@%@!%^. The Vengeful Undead, The Duality, 'He with Friends on the Other Side'
>You didn't understand the first one. You have never been dead nor were you undead.
>But that's not the point now.
>"Haha, too slow Anon. You gotta be fast if you want to beat the Dash!"
>She scarfs the cake into her maw and pounds her chest to emphasize her superiority.
>Disappear.
>This pony is an eyesore.
>This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony.
This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony. This pony!
>You stand up suddenly, glaring down upon this... foul excuse of a living entity.
>Well, living for now, anyways.
>The blue pony freezes under your gaze, the sky darkening as black clouds begin to draw and circle around.
>You remember this feeling.
>An old, 'good' feeling.
>Your grin creeps up one side of your face as you taste Rainbow's growing fear.
>"H-hey Anon, n-no hard feelings, ey?"
>The air begins to become colder, your growing anger drawing the heat from your surroundings.
"You have made a grave error Rainbow Dash. I shall tear the mountains down to rubble. I'll burn the  Sun black. The Moon will become like blood, and the stars in the sky shall fall to the earth."
>You can feel it. The power you held before, great and terrible, making its way back into you. But a part of you holds it back.
"I hope that cake was worth it."
>If she apologizes, you can probably sweep all this under th-
>She licks her lips. "It sure was."
>And thus wrote the beginning of the end for Equestria as your anger, which could boil the seas away, bubbles to the surface.
>You raise your hand to the black sky, moments away from calling down pure, physical hate down upon this pon-
>"Here you go Anon. I knew how much you liked it so I made extra! just for you!"
>Pinkie, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, including her friends huddling together or running around like a chicken with its head cut off, gleefully offers you a whole cake.
>Just for you.
>The black clouds depart, the temperature returns to normal, and you sit down with your cake.
"Damn, that's a good cake."
>"Nonny! Language!"
"Sorry."
>You don't argue with your cake source. It's too much effort to find someone who can make it just right.
>You continue to eat as the ponies around you, save for Pinkie who just doesn't care, wonder what just happened not understanding it was all you.
>Which you're okay with.
>You were @$@%@!%^. The Unknown, Stranger, Outsider.
>You are Anon. And this cake is dam, er, darn good.