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PART ONE
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>Day 43 in Equestria
 
>You are Anonymous.
>And you are sleeping.
>...Well, you WERE sleeping two minutes ago.
>But now, your neighbor living upstairs is with a girl. Again.
>Well, 'mare' might be a better word around here.
>Gotta get used to the semantics.
>A loud moan interrupt your line of thoughts.
>Fucking Scratch...
>Always bringing guests over for some 'coffee'.
>You don't mind that much, it's none of your business.
>But Scratch as a knack for choosing the loud ones.
>And it fucks with your sleeping schedule.
 
>Meh.
>You'll be a little early at work, that's all.
>You get up and get dressed.
>Thank god you were introduced to the Elements of Harmony when you got here.
>The ruler of this land deemed you safe enough to wander free, but still wanted someone to watch over you just in case.
>Sorry, 'somepony'.
>If not for them, you wouldn't have a job, a home or even clothes.
>You'd be a homeless guy in a pastel pony world wearing only the pants of his pajamas.
 
 
>Anyway, you're just going to grab breakfast before leaving to your job.
>You get to your kitchen and start rummaging through your cupboards.
>Cereal sounds good right no-
>You can hear a muffled voice from above, speaking and panting.
>"Round three?"
>Nope!
>Fuck cereals.
>You grab your apron and get the hell out of here.
>You close the door just as the giggles and moaning are starting again.
>Sometimes you wonder if your ceiling is made of cardboard.
>You shake your head and groggily rub your eyes.
>Way too early for this shit.
>The blinding light of the sun hits you square in the eyes, making you feel like you just sprayed lava onto them.
>You jokingly shake your fist at the celestial body, then sigh.
>Hopefully the Cakes won't mind you being so early.
>Onward to Sugarcube Corner.
 
>Aggressive flaming ball of light aside, it's a pretty nice day.
>The air is cool and fresh.
>The sky is clear.
>And the day has just begun.
>You stop for idle chat with passersby a few times on your way to work.
>Heh.
>Two months ago, if someone told you you'd be talking to bright colored equines, you'd have them committed.
>And now you're talking to them on a daily basis about how they're week-end went and *what-not*.
>Pretty weird how quick a situation can change.
>You're not complaining about it though.
>Your life back on Earth was basically; wake up, shower, breakfast, work, dinner, sleep.
>At least you don't risk getting bored around here.
>For one thing, the locals are a bunch of sentient ponies with a color range larger than your old boss' ass.
>They also have marks on their flanks which would make every academic counselors fear for their jobs.
>Can't forget about those that can fly and others that can do fucking MAGIC!
>Fasinating creatures.
>The world itself is pretty interesting too.
>Almost nothing related to nature works by itself in this land.
>The ponies move the clouds, manage the weather, change the seasons, move the freaking sun and moon...
>It's completely insane.
>Took a little while to get used to, but it's all pretty convenient.
>Everything seems controlled and planned.
>Hell, you even have a calendar that shows you when it's going to rain.
>That's pretty neat.
 
>Anyway, enough mind rambling about your impression of this world.
>You've arrived to your destination, Sugarcube Corner.
>You ignore the 'Closed' sign and enter the bakery.
>Ahhh, that aroma.
>The smell of fresh pastries is probably the best thing about working here.
>An elating scent.
>The door closes with a second jingle of small bells.
>A female voice is heard from the kitchen.
>"I'm sorry, the bakery only opens in an hour!"
"Mrs. Cake?"
"It's Anon."
>The mare comes into view.
>"Anon? What are you doing here this early?"
"Had a hard time sleeping, so I thought I'd make myself useful."
>"That's very nice of you Anon."
>"But, we only start preparing the shop in about 30 minutes."
"I see..."
"Well, anything else I can do to help?"
>"Breakfast is almost ready, do you think you could go wake up sleepyhead upstairs?"
"Sure thing Mrs. Cake."
>You throw your apron on the counter and head for the stairs.
>The mare voice is heard again from the kitchen.
>"There's some breakfast for you too, if you want!"
>Such a nice mare.
>Both the Cakes have been very helpful since you got to Ponyville, offering you a job as soon as they knew you were a friend of the pink ball of party you now call a coworker.
>Didn't even bother asking questions about you, what mattered was that you were in need of a job and a friend Pink McPoofyhairs.
>Speaking of...
>You don't want this breakfast getting cold.
 
>You get upstairs and enter the room of your target.
>Still sleeping.
>Sneak-mode activated.
>Slowly, you get closer to the bed.
>Avoiding the balloons and other party accessories laying around on the ground.
>Once you reached the bedside, you crouch down till your head is at the same level as the pillows.
>You take a deep breath and prepare yourself.
>As soon as you open your mouth to scare the hell out of the sleeping pony, a pink hoof stops you.
>"Anon!"
>"What are you doing here?!"
"Hmph Mh Hmmh."
>"What? I can't understand you."
>You point to the pink hoof.
>"Oh! Right, hehe. Sorry."
>You sigh.
"Morning, Bubble Berry."
 
 
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PART TWO
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>"Sooooo..."
>"What are you doing here?"
>You raise an eyebrow.
"I... work here?"
>"Nonono, I mean 'here' here!"
>"Well I mean, yes you work here I know that I helped you get the job remember? It was like a week after you came here, you were totally jobless and looking for one so I thought 'How can I help my new friend?'"
"Bubbl-"
>"Then I went *loud dramatic gasp* and remembered that Mr. and Mrs. Cake said they could use some help with the register because of their new foals so I thought about you since you had claws that could handle thing easily and I stopped calling them claws when you told me they were hands, where was I going again?"
"I'm he-"
>"Right! And then I asked the Cakes if they could hire and they said 'Oh, I don't know Bubble...' and then I said you were a friend and looking for a job and it would make me happy and they were all like 'It's totes okay then!', well not really, Mr. Cake doesn't say 'totes' but you know what I mean right?"
"Yes, you tell me that story about twice a we-"
>"Hey! I just realised you never told me why you where here!"
"B-"
>"And I mean 'here' here, as in my room not 'here' here as in Sugarcube Corner."
>You give him a deadpan look.
>"Well come on, we don't have all day! I'm sure Mr. and Mrs. Cake are almost done preparing breakfast by now."
"That's exactly why I ca-"
"You know what? You're right."
"Let's just go downstairs and have some breakfast."
>"Sounds great! I'm starving."
>Bubble Berry hops off his bed, balloons flying out of the blanket as he does.
>You're barely phased by it.
>You started getting used to all the crazy shit happening around him a few weeks back.
>Balloons coming out of a blanket is pretty tame compared to what you already saw.
>You mean... Sneezing confettis? Really?
>Anyway.
>Bubble Berry is already bouncing is way to the stairs, you should probably follow him.
 
>As you enter the kitchen, you see that everyone is already getting seated all around the table.
>Mr. Cake is walking towards the table with large plate of waffles on his back, banana-chocolate chips by the look of them.
>Not a second after they are set in front of him, Bubbles starts to drown the waffles in syrup.
>Guess he has to get all his energy from SOMEWHERE.
>And apparently, that 'somewhere' is sugar.
>Lots of it.
>Turning your head to the opposite side of the table, you can see Mrs. Cake feeding both her foals their baby bottle.
>You never understood how two earth ponies could give birth to both a pegasus and an unicorn.
>Though, you can't say that you really looked into pony genetics.
>Once the foals are burped, you ask for a plate of regular waffles and spread some strawberry jam on them.
>Soon enough, chatter begins around the table.
>Talking about the job for today, if there's any big orders you need to help with, if I was planning something for the week-end, etc.
>Once about twenty minutes have passed, everyone's done eating and Mr. Cake opens the bakery to the customers.
 
>You stand behind the counter and see your first customers coming in.
>A bunch of kids asking to buy a cake for their teacher.
>Adorable.
>They pick a nice red velvet cake and leave the bakery, no doubt going to school before the classes begin.
>Second client.
>A regular.
>You don't know her that much, but she's being coming here a lot more since her little accident.
>Poor gal twisted her ankle while the pegasus where outdoing themselves with the rain.
>So you carried her home.
>"H-hi Anon!"
"Hello Caramel, how are ya doing today?"
>"Great!"
"You'll be taking the usual?"
>"The usual?"
"Yeah, you always take a danish when you come over here at this hour."
>"...Do I really come here that often?"
"About five times a week, I'd say."
>"R-really?"
>"Well, It's... the... danish."
>"Yeah. I love these danishes. They're really good."
>Her eyes are a little shifty as she stutters her way through those last few words.
"Right. Danish."
"Let me get that for you."
>You reach into the counter and pull out a danish that you drop into a small bag.
"Here you go, that'll be 3 bits."
>Three gold coins soon clink on the counter next to Caramel's order.
>"Hey Anon, thanks again for... you know..."
>She lifts her right front hoof and wiggles it around a little.
"Don't mention it."
"I couldn't really leave you on the ground back there now, could I?"
>"Still, I'm glad you went out of your way to help me."
>She just stands there, smiling and looking at you.
>You can see two ponies about to enter the bakery.
"I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you to move aside a little for now."
"You can eat your breakfast at a table if you want."
>"O-oh, no it's cool. I was leaving anyway."
"Suit yourself. Enjoy the danish."
>"Y-yeah, you too!"
>She hurriedly grabs her bag and leave.
 
>The rest of the day is mostly uneventful, aside for the occasional silly shenanigan from Bubble Berry.
>You're still waiting on someone to come pick up that last order you have.
>Twelve cupcakes for 'D.S.'
>Bubbles has already begun cleaning the kitchen while singing some improvised song about washing the dishes.
>You're watching him work while humming the chorus with him when a familiar jingle is heard.
>It's the front door's bells.
>You turn and face your customer.
"Oh, hey Dusk!"
"Nice to see you."
>Dusk Shine's a good friend of yours, well at least you think he is.
>Prince Solaris sent you to his home when you first arrived in Equestria.
>Well, tree-library might be a better term.
>A nice place with an equally nice host.
>You owe a lot to Dusk. He fed you, gave you a place to sleep, allowed you to borrow his books and taught you the basics of Equestrian culture.
>A real nice guy.
>Really focused on his studies of... well, everything.
>But you can respect that, knowledge is power and all that.
>"Hello Anon."
"Grabbing an evening snack before going back to hiking on Mt. Bookpile?"
>"Ha. Very funny, but no. Tonight I'm going stargazing with a few friends."
"Oh? I don't think I've ever been stargazing before."
>"It's great! You should try it sometime."
"Anything special going on in the sky tonight?"
>"Yeah, actually. We'll be able to see Pristine Star's comet."
"Pristine Star?" You ask while turning around to grab the box of cupcakes.
>"A great unicorn that discovered a few dozens spells and had a knack for astronomy."
"I see, that's pretty interesting."
>You present him the box.
"Twelve cupcakes for a certain 'D.S.', is that you?"
>"Oh! Yeah, that's me."
"Bringing snacks over for your stargazing buddies?"
>"Hmhm." He answers, nodding.
>"Oh my, look at the time."
>"I really need to start moving my stuff to the hill."
"Alright then, enjoy the cupcakes and comet!"
>"Thanks."
>Dusk grabs the box with magic and makes his way to the door.
>"Enjoy your evening too!"
>Heh.
>You kinda wish he would have asked you to come along.
>But, oh well.
>Sounds like you've got another evening of reading ahead of you.