"Ow..."
>Anon's entire body - though mostly his face - screamed out in pain
>Yet it was all he could do to lay there and catch his breath, try and get his bearings
"I thought you were supposed to wake up before you hit the ground...maybe I'm lucid?"
>Anon lifted his face from the ground and surveyed the area
>A quite familiar treehouse library stood in front of him
"The fuck...Okay, that's another indication this might just be the coolest dream ever."
>Ignoring the pain, which had lessened somewhat, Anon pushed himself up from the ground and onto his feet
>It occurred to him that it was evening
>Which might explain why he didn't see anypony at the moment
>Although the treehouse seemed to stir with sounds of muffled activity
>A light came on, and the door opened
>"Hello? Are you alrig-"
>It was Twilight
>Unmistakably Twilight
>And she was looking at him with the oddest deer-in-headlights expression
>"-ht..?"
>She seemed...uncertain
>And for good reason
>Anon knew he'd likely freak out too if something out of a nightmarish fairytale suddenly appeared in his front yard
>Deciding that it was a good idea to greet Twilight, whether she was a dream or not, Anon cleared his throat as softly as he could, then waved
>It probably was a dream, though, given Twilight seemed to be speaking perfect, American-accented English
"Hello! Please do not be alarmed. I seem to have been brought here from my world. I am not hostile. May I come in? It's rather chilly out"
>Twilight looked flabbergasted, her jaw slightly agape
>Spike appeared in the doorway now, too, looking sleepy as all fuck
>He seemed to say something, but Anon heard only a vague muttering
>Twilight turned to him and said something Anon couldn't quite make out
>Spike rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and nodded
>He looked rather cranky
>Should've brought a snack for him
>Actually, that'd be creepy.
>This whole situation already was, actually, in large part due to Anon's voyeuristic viewing of their lives
>Ah well, what'cha gonna do about it
>Enjoy the ride is what
>It never ends
>So sayeth Mr. Bones
>Twilight turns towards Anon again, giving a slightly nervous but genuinely pleasant smile
>"Please, come on in...Mister...Wait, is that even right?" she said, half to herself and half to Anon
>Anon grinned
>She was pretty fucking adorkable
>And wingless
>Huh
>Fancy that
"Ah, yes, Mr. is correct. My name is Anonymous, but please call me Anon." he said, stepping inside.
>He noticed he had to duck his head something fierce to get inside
>"Well then, Anon, I hope you like tea. Do you even know what tea is? Do they have tea where you're from?"
>Purplesmart was rapidly becoming curious and excited
>A truly adorkable combo
>"In reverse order - yes, we do, yes I do and yes I do"
>As if on cue, Spike appeared with a cup of tea that he handed to Anon
>He looked suspicious of Anon
>Or mad
>Not in a very good mood, basically
>Though anon suspected he'd be the same if he were A) Twi's house nigger and B) woken up in the middle of the night
>Twilight took a cup with her telekinesis and sipped it, looking expectantly at Anon from over the rim
>With a shrug, Anon took a careful sip, not wanting to burn his tongue
>The tea was perfect drinking temperature, though, and tasted of some sort of berry
"Mmm! This is pretty fu-err, bucking good."
>Spike struck a proud pose
>Twilight gave a little giggle at that
>"I'm glad you like it. "
>Her face grew a bit tighter and darker
>Her voice a bit tenser now
>"But onto the matter at hand..."