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- Be Anon
- >Be half asleep
- >Be hugging your Girl
- >Cookies n Cream
- >Your shoulder aches
- >Your back itches
- >There’s no feeling in your arm
- >But there's no way in hell you're moving
- >Lying on your right side with Cookies’ mane in your face, you couldn't be more comfortable
- >Even if she has a death-grip on your left arm, forcing your hand against her belly
- >You'll never figure out how she grips with hooves...
- >But that doesn't matter
- >What matters right now is how comfortable... you... are...
- >!
- >And how uncomfortable you are
- >You grit your teeth as another pinprick of itchiness burns its way into your shoulder blade
- >With the grace and skill of a man who has had considerable practice trying to get comfortable without moving, you carefully drag your right arm out from under your head and flex to scratch the itch...
- >...Only to find that it's /just/ out of reach
- >...damn...
- >You must choose between cuddling with a sleeping Cookies while slowly losing your mind because of the itch, or waking her up to scratch it
- >....Fuck your mind
- >What has it ever done for you?
- >Besides, you're in a magical pastel land
- >Who says you haven't lost your mind already?
- >You gently snuggle in tighter against Cookies, attempting to drown out the screaming itch with warm fluffy pony
- >As you settle down you feel Cookies, the toughest security guard in prison history, sigh happily in her sleep
- Be Anon
- >Be blearily rubbing your eyes
- "Vintl, please, you have got to stop giving the brood candy this early in the morning..."
- >The countless changelings in the room almost drown out your voice with their buzzing and merrymaking
- "Where did you even get all this candy? And how'd you get it in my room?"
- >Vintl whistles nonchalantly and gazes up at the ceiling
- https://youtu.be/mDRPEMJ4kQ8?t=5
- >You force your sleep-crusted eyes to focus on the little creature
- >An eyepatch
- >Of course
- >Scourge of the seven seas-
- >-Or, rather, scourge of the pool, hot tub, and any particularly large puddles-
- >-Sandy Beaches, the Pirate Pony
- >Of course she's involved too
- >The two of them must have led another 'glorious raid' against the 'bourgeoisie lord of sweets'
- >Meaning you owed the local candy shop owner, Sugar Buns, another written apology and bag of bits
- >You never should have told Vintl about Marx...
- >And you should have known never to talk about Nietzsche during your dates with Libele... or ever, for that matter
- >Vintl always 'secretly' joins the two of you
- >She thinks that you and Libele still need coaching to have successful dates together
- >And now this happens
- >Vintl goes out of her way to 'liberate' people
- >And inadvertently cause you mountains of paperwork
- >One of your brood of changelings falls onto the bed, gently bouncing you
- >He looks over at you and smiles, mouth full of candy
- >"Hi dad!"
- >You sigh and smile
- >He can barely talk though his oversized fangs and the candy
- "Hello Dennis"
- >Dennis smiles and chews
- >"This candy isn't very tasty, dad"
- >You rub your face and chuckle
- "You need to take the candy out of the wrapper first, Dennis"
- >Understanding blossoms on his face and he quickly spits out the candy
- >You can't help but feel immense pride as the changeling struggles to open the soggy wrapper
- >Another changeling drops onto the bed, knocking the candy into the air
- >Nectalia has always been such a good egg
- >Even when she was just an egg
- >She catches the airborne candy with her magic and deftly opens the wrapper for Dennis
- >A moment later, and he catches the candy in his mouth again
- >His eyes light up with joy as the sugar hits his tongue
- >"Wow! You're right! This is much better! Thanks dad, you're so smart! Thanks for the help, Nectalia!"
- >You can't help but stare as Dennis chews the candy, making faces normally associated only with high speed wind tunnels, horror movies, and funhouse mirrors
- >After a minute of watching him chew, Vintl sidles over to you and nods towards Dennis
- >"We. could. sell. tickets.."
- >You nod
- "We could... but we hardly need the money"
- >Being the avatar of the elements certainly has its benefits
- >Seeing your brood enjoying the candy like this almost makes it worth the tongue-lashing you're going to get from their mother and the letter to Sugar Buns
- >Time to act like a father
- "Kids, what do you say to Aunt Vintl and Aunt Sandy for bringing you all this candy?"
- >Countless variations of varying legibility on the phrase "Thank you" rang out as every face in the room turned toward the bed
- >Toward the bed...
- >Meaning that either Sandy already made her escape, which is unlikely...
- >Or she's hiding somewhere around the bed
- >A quick scan shows reveals no blue bird-pony in the air and no suspicious lumps under the blanket...
- >Under the bed then
- >As the brood returns to their playing, you stealthily make your way to the edge of the bed
- >There!
- >Evidence!
- >A blue feather...
- >You peer under the bed...
- >Perfect!
- >Sandy is facing away from you!
- >With one swift motion, you dive your arms under the bed to scoop her out
- >Sandy yelps in surprise and tries to scurry farther under the bed
- >Even though the awkward angle makes it difficult, your superior strength wins the day and you drag Sandy out of hiding...
- >But she isn't giving up without a fight!
- >Now that she's free from under the bed, her wings enter the fray
- >She pulls, tugs, and lunges away from you but can't escape your grip!
- >You, however, can easily escape the grip of the sheets and blankets
- >Your cry of victory quickly changes into surprise as you are pulled out of the bed, landing on top of the struggling pony
- >Sandy struggles for a minute more before huffing in annoyance
- >"Fine, ye caught me! Let me go you scallywag landlubber!"
- >You give her an affectionate squeeze
- "Yar, never! This booty belongs to me!"
- >You are distracted from Sandy's fierce blush and pout by a tiny voice screaming
- >"DOG. PILE.!"
- >A tiny force thumps into the back of your head
- >Oh no
- >Oh god no
- >Less than a second later, the overhead lights and the light from the window is blocked out
- >...
- >..
- >.
- >Everything is changeling
- Be 'The Antagonist'
- >'The Antagonist'
- >A perfect code-name, if you do say so yourself
- >The world has branded you a 'villain'...
- >You are not a villain, but a visionary!
- >And for that, you have been mistreated and cast out of society...
- >...But that doesn't bother you
- >It doesn't bother you at all
- >You'll show them!
- >You'll show them all!
- >A small chuckle escapes your lips
- >The chuckle, enjoying the freedom, quickly convinces its relatives to move out of your body and a great raucous laugh explodes out of you
- >Your mirth and cackling is interrupted by a thumping from the floor
- >A muffled voice shouts something undecipherable at you through the floor
- >You glower at the floor and stomp loudly, temporarily silencing the voice
- >Someday, hopefully soon, you'll be able to move out of this terrible apartment...
- >You turn back to your pair of crystal balls, displaying scenes from across the multiverse
- >A smile returns to your lips
- >Everything is in place
- >Soon your plan will be put into motion
- >Another chuckle forms in your throat, only to be stifled by a knock on the door
- >With an angry huff, you storm your way to the door and peer through the letter slot
- "Yes? What is it? What do you want? Who is there?"
- >A pair of kindly eyes fill your vision as their owner kneels down to speak to you
- >"It's me, sourpuss! I wanted to check in because some of the other tenants were complaining about strange noises again"
- >You sneer ineffectively
- >Those small minded peons have no right to complain to your landlady!
- >They always play music and throw parties and laugh and play and you never complain!
- "Begone from this place! I have nothing to say to you or others with small minds! BEGONE!"
- >Your landlady clucks her tongue at you
- >"Now now Dr.... um..."
- >You sigh in annoyance
- "It's my name! it isn't always a bad word! It means 'Donkey'!"
- >Your landlady takes a deep breath to steady herself
- >"Now now, um, Dr...Ass, is that any way to talk to your friends? Or your landlady?"
- >You grit your teeth
- "No..."
- >She clucks her tongue again
- >You sigh
- >All of this will be worth it, someday
- >Someday soon
- >For now...
- "I'm sorry miss Brick House, I'll try to be quieter..."
- >Brick House nods
- >"That's more like it, Dr..."
- >You huff in annoyance
- "You can just call me by my first name! There, now you can actually talk to me! Not that I want you to!"
- >If you had been paying attention, you would have noticed the blush on Brick House's face
- >"O-oh! Very well, Dr. Doom, thank you! Haveaniceday!"
- >The last few words rushed out of her as she quickly dashed away
- >You scoff as she flees down the hall
- >What misfortune to have such an odd landlady!
- >And there’s no doubt that she’s up to something…
- >She has a mind almost as diabolical as yours
- >You can tell
- >Besides, there must be some reason she’s always so nice to you…
- >...
- >Oh well, she doesn’t ask questions and leaves you to your own devices usually...
- >...Speaking of which, time to check on your plans!
- >You hurry back to the crystal balls
- >Two Anons, from different universes...
- >Soon to be in your universe!
- >They'll end up in the same prison as the Anon from your universe...
- >The paradox of three Anons in one place will, according to your calculations, stop time in every universe!
- >The ultimate time out!
- >A smile forces itself onto your lips, though you are careful not to laugh too loudly
- >Soon, your time will come
- >You chuckle at your little pun
- >All is going according to plan...
- Be Anon
- >Be in your closet
- >Not really 'your' closet
- >Not officially
- >Even though you have claimed it as your own
- >You've been living here ever since The Warden declared the prison-wide game of hide-and-seek a few weeks ago
- >You take your games very seriously
- >And never lose
- >It's a safe assumption that you're the new champion
- >While it is odd that the janitor hasn't found you hiding here, you don't mind
- >It's quiet and comfortable, and you always sneak out at night to raid the cafeteria for food and snacks to last you well through the day
- >The books you take from the library and your own little projects serve to entertain you
- >Not to mention that everyone here falls asleep by seven and wakes up around ten in the morning, giving you plenty of time with the whole prison to yourself
- >So, all in all...
- >Life is pretty good
- >Even though you're in prison
- >And it wasn't your fault...
- >It's all that stupid purple pony's fault!
- >'You aren't social enough' she said
- >'You need to go out and make friends' she said
- >'It'll be fun' she said...
- >Your life had been really crazy and flipped since coming to this world...
- >But the story of being sent to prison is the point where your life was really flipped upside down
- >You sit back in your roomy closet
- >Back in ponyville, where you spent most of your days since coming to this world before being sent to the prison...
- >You'd spend countless hours chilling out with Maxine, relaxing on the playground
- >The two of you would play anyone in basketball, making all kinds of friends...
- >Up until those guys, who you knew were up to no good, started makin trouble in the neighborhood
- >One little 'fight'...
- >You didn't even touch them!
- >...And Purple pony got scared and said 'you're moving in with my Aunty and Uncle in Bell Mare
- >You begged and pleaded with her not to make you go...
- >But she packed your suitcase and sent you on your way
- >She had a cabby take you there, and on the way you two had a great conversation about orange juice and big fluffy dice, and he mentioned that humans have a good weird smell
- >When he finally pulled up to the house, you thanked him and said "Smell you later"
- >You thought he'd laugh, or at least smirk...
- >He had burst into tears
- >And you had been charged with 'Hurtful words'
- >Now you're stuck in here...
- >But that's okay
- >You like it here
- >You don't need to always be around people
- >Besides, you have your girlfriends here to keep you company
- >True waifus...
- >It'd taken you weeks to work up the courage to ask them out
- >But they'd both said 'yes'!
- >Your precious Brick-sama and Mop-in-bucket-chan
- >They had both spent the long minutes, hours, days, and weeks in this closet with you, keeping your spirits high
- >Brick-sama is usually pretty quiet, letting you do the talking
- >But Mop-in-bucket-chan is much more talkative
- >"What's wrong, Nonny?"
- >You sigh
- "Nothing, Mop-in-bucket-chan... Just reflecting on how I ended up here"
- >Mop-in-bucket-chan's wheels squeak as she makes her way over to you
- >"I'm sorry you're not feeling well, Nonny! Is there anything I can do for you?"
- >You shake your head
- "No, Mop-in-bucket-chan... I'm okay... Thank you for caring so much"
- >She beams happily at you
- >"Of course I care! I love you, Nonny!"
- >You smile back at her, pulling her in closer
- >After a few minutes of cuddling, you reach over and grab a book and a box of cereal that you'd taken during last night's kitchen raid
- >A few hours of reading to Mop-in-bucket-chan while sharing a meal of dry cereal sounds like just the thing right now
- Be 'The Antagonist'
- >Be gazing at your glass balls
- >Each showing a scene of human bliss
- >Your jaw clenches as you glare at the happy sights
- >That... Thing... That... Freak!
- >How did It get such a happy life?
- >Especially in prison?!
- >In three different universes too!
- >The multiverse isn't fair!
- >Nothing is fair!
- >Everything is bad!
- >That's why it all deserves a timeout!
- >A timeout that you'll swiftly deliver!
- >Your mother was right...
- >Life isn't easy for a half breed like you
- >Half donkey, half unicorn...
- >But you're destined for greatness!
- >If it was possible for a history book to be written after the multiverse time out, your name would be in it!
- >A crystal on your desk begins to vibrate and your clock starts chiming
- >You smile in pride
- >You'd designed each of them to work in concert to detect when spatial and temporal ley-lines throughout the multiverse were in alignment
- >They'd called you crazy!
- >They'd ALL called you crazy!
- >You're about to show them!
- >With a mad cackle and a crash of thunder, you speak the trigger word to a spell you'd been preparing since you'd discovered the Anons
- >Your great-grandfather, an evil genius and a stickler for ambiance, would have been proud
- Be Anon
- >Be in the bathroom with Vintl and Sandy
- >You'd told the brood that it was time for some quality time with their aunts and had ushered them all out into the hallway...
- >Which almost certainly means that they are all back in the bedroom with ears pressed tight against the door to the bathroom
- >Nosy little bugs, but they were incorrigible ever since you told them that they might find love anywhere...
- >You should have known they'd take it literally
- >Oh well!
- >You don't have time for shenanigans anyway...
- >The three of you are meeting the rest of the herd for breakfast pretty soon!
- >As you reach out to turn the water on, Vintl latches onto your chest
- >You smirk as the little creature aggressively tries to open the button on your pajama shirt
- >She stops gnawing at the button long enough to give you a frustrated look and tear off her eyepatch
- >"Why. do. you. wear. these. things.?!"
- >With a chuckle, you start undoing the top button as Vintl crawls into your shirt to attack the button from the inside
- "Just to make your life difficult"
- >Bracing her hooves against your chest, the breezie pokes her head out between the buttons and sticks her tongue out at you playfully
- >"Meanie."
- >Sandy giggles and nuzzles you on her way into the shower
- >As she languidly rubs a wing against you, all the colors in the world go negative
- >Up becomes Down
- >Right becomes Left
- >Purple pony becomes best pony
- >And then the universe indignantly snapped back into place
- >Vintl and Sandy both freeze as the wave of normalcy smashes into the three of you
- >Sandy is the first to move, retracting her hoof from inside the shower and pressing tightly against your side
- >"A-Anon... What was that? It felt like a tidal wave on land!"
- >Vintl glares suspiciously around the bathroom
- >"Which. one. of. you. broodlings. pulled. that. prank.? I. know. it. was. one. of. you.! Just. because. I'm. your. Aunt. doesn't. mean. I. won't. teach. you. some. manners.!"
- >You shake your head to clear the residual effects of the warp of reality
- "That felt... familiar. You girls okay?"
- >They both peer up at you and nod
- "Vintl... I don't think it was one of the changelings"
- Be Anon
- >Be in a fluffy, comfortable hell
- >The augur of itch is practically searing your flesh
- >You could die happy if you could just scratch it...
- >But Cookies is gently snoring, even twitching in her sleep!
- >There's no way you're moving and risking waking her up
- >Slowly, a single tear rolls down your cheek and is absorbed by the ultimate pillow you got from Sleepy
- >Your teeth chatter as the sweat beads all over your body
- >Everything is misery
- >Cookies twitches, squeezing your arm
- >Everything is adorableness
- >You bury your head into the pillow, biting your lip in an attempt to draw attention away from the immeasurable discomfort in your shoulder
- >As your eyes begin to water again, Cookies begins to twitch
- >D'awww....
- >...
- >...She's still going!
- >D'AWWW!
- >A particularly strong twitch sends her head flying off the pillow
- >Instantly, she's on her hooves
- >"-Zew, Woi? Mrfftle... Huh? What?"
- >As soon as Cookies released your arm, you swing the limb to your back
- >Blessed relief washes over you as all of the comfort stolen by the itch over the past hour is returned in seconds
- >Cookies blearily looks around
- >"What... What happened?"
- >Sated, you beam a grin at her
- "You twitched yourself awake again. It was adorable!"
- >Cookies blushes and sharply turns her head, hiding a broad grin at the compliment
- >"I did not!... Thanks though, you're adorable too"
- >You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around her and she begins relaxing again
- "So what were you dreaming about?"
- >Cookies cocks her head
- >"I can't really remember much... You were... a moose?"
- >Huh
- >Weird
- "What was I doing?"
- >Cookies scrunches up her face in concentration
- >"There was... a buffet... you were moving the replacement greens to refill the vegetable and salad options"
- >You chuckle and shake your head
- "Okay?"
- >Cookies nods seriously
- >"You were teleporting the food without magic! You were breaking the laws of physics, anon!"
- >You laugh and pull Cookies close, eliciting a surprised yelp from her
- "Quite the imagination you have!"
- >Cookies growls with delight and flails her legs uselessly in the air as your hands rub around her sides and belly
- >The growl turns into giggles as you nuzzle into her mane
- >You chuckle and give her a squeeze
- "I love you"
- >Cookies blushes so fiercely that you can feel the heat radiating from her ears
- >She always blushes when you say that
- >No matter how many times you say it
- >"I love you too"
- >You give her another squeeze and let your hands fall still
- >A few seconds pass and she flexes her left ear to smack into the side of your face
- "Police brutality! Don't fwap me bro!"
- >Cookies giggles
- >"I'm not your bro, and I didn't do anything! Besides, you're tough enough to take it. The beatings will continue until moral improves"
- >Her right ear fwaps against the side of your head
- >You chuckle and Cookies fwaps both ears against your head, assaulting you from two sides
- >"My moral isn't improving, inmate!"
- >With another chuckle and a roll of your eyes, you resume your rubbing and Cookies' ears fall still...
- >Though she does flex them threateningly, ever ready to resume the battering if your hands slow too much in their ministrations
- >She wriggles as you play with the fur on her belly, tracing little concentric circles
- >You sigh happily as Cookies wriggles and giggles in pleasure and comfort
- >Life is so, so good
- "So Cookies, what do you want to do tod-"
- >Suddenly, all the colors in the world go negative
- >Down becomes Up
- >Left becomes Right
- >Reality quickly reasserts itself with all the speed and subtlety of book pony eating
- >In a second, Cookies is on her hooves and straddling you
- >"I don't know what that was, but don't worry Anon! I'll protect you!"
- >She scans the room, ears rotating like radar dishes with ADD
- >You shake your head to clear out the fog from the odd transition
- "That felt... familiar. Are you okay Cookies?"
- >Cookies nods, and then snaps her head toward the bathroom
- >"Shhh! I heard something... Someone or something is in there... Sounds like more than one"
- Be 'The Antagonist'
- >Be staring at your crystal balls with an expectant smile
- >Both your crystal balls are showing the same images as before...
- >Though there are subtle differences
- >The bar of soap in the bathroom is pristine and unused
- >The blankets and sheets on the bed look clean and unused under Anon...
- >Whereas before they were bunched up at the foot of the bed
- >Your expectant smile gives birth to a broad grin
- >You've done it!
- >YES!
- >YOUR VICTORY IS AT HAND!
- >Your mouth explodes with mad laughter
- >This is it!
- >The multiverse is about to experience the ultimate time o-
- >...
- >..
- >.
- >Why isn't time frozen?
- >Time is still moving forward...
- >That can't be right
- >You carefully nudge the spatial ley-line crystal off your desk...
- >It falls and clangs resoundingly off the floor, bouncing a few times before rolling to a stop under your bed
- >No...
- >No
- >Wrong
- >It isn't supposed to do that!
- >It could only do that if time isn't frozen!
- >That can't be!
- >Your calculations were flawless!
- >There must be some mistake in the multiverse, not your calculations!
- >Your eyes dart to the crystal balls
- >...
- >..
- >.
- >That's it!
- >If only you could have pulled this spell off when the Anons first appeared!
- >By now, they've experienced too many different things!
- >They are no longer the same person...
- >Before, they were the same person in three different universes...
- >But now...
- >They are different versions of the same person
- >Different
- >It's no longer enough of a paradox for them to coexist in the same universe!
- >NO
- >WRONG
- >BAD MULTIVERSE!
- >[Angry mad scientist noises]
- >NO
- >No
- >no...
- >You take a deep breath
- >There may have been a little...
- >...speed bump in your plan...
- >...but you can still turn this around
- >It isn't over yet!
- >Not until the lady with a good personality sings!
- >If you can get them all into the same mindset...
- >...Then they might be similar enough to trigger a paradox!
- >Yes!
- >YES!
- >That's it!
- >You're a geniou-
- >You're interrupted by a knocking at your door
- >The mail-slot flips open and a familiar pair of eyes peek through
- >"Is everything alright sourpuss? The tenants were complaining that someone was screaming in here"
- >Glaring at her, you move towards the door to block her view of the room
- "I'm quite fine! Go away!"
- >Brick House's eyes disappear as the mail slot closes
- >"Alright... I noticed you weren't at breakfast, so I brought some up for you! I made it myself, I hope you enjoy! Just leave the dish out in the hall and I'll collect it later"
- >You scowl at the door
- "Begone from this place!"
- >The mare giggles behind the door
- >"Dr... Ass, you can be so.... /forceful/!"
- >Your scowl deepens
- "NOW!"
- >A clattering of hooves behind the door almost drown out Brick House's hurried apology and farewell
- >You sigh in relief
- >She could be so distracting
- >Even when she wasn't directly around...
- >She may be an earth pony, but there must be some magic she's using to distract you from your vital work
- >Maybe vile earth pony voodoo...?
- >You shake your head
- >Whatever it is, it doesn't matter
- >She can't stop you!
- >No one can!
- >You focus back at your crystal balls and smile
- >It's only a matter of time...
- >Now then... How can you make them share the same thoughts?
- >...
- >..
- >.
- >YES
- >PERFECT!
- >Your triumphant laughter rings out again as you hurry to your desk
- >You have plans to set in place and people to see
- >It's only a matter of time before the ultimate time out!
- Be Cookies n Cream
- >Be protecting your Anon
- >Because you'd accept any boo boo before letting harm come to him
- >You can feel your hair standing on end and your tail is swishing
- >The intruders in the bathroom are rattling the handle
- >Your lungs stop working as the doorknob is slowly turned and the door is cracked open...
- >...Five eyes and one eyepatch peer out around the edge of the doorway
- >!
- >So that's what your intruders are!
- >A breezie, pink and blue...
- >A pony of some kind, black and blue...
- >A huma-!
- >A HUMAN!
- >LIKE ANON!
- >WHAT?
- >Anon wriggles under you
- >"What's going on? Cookies, I can't see anything!"
- >The intruders spot you and the breezie floats toward you threateningly
- >She's wearing a very tiny inmate uniform?
- >You've never seen her before
- >"What. the. FUCK. are. you. doing. in. Anon's. room.?!"
- >A level four cuss!
- >You must protect Anon!
- >He has delicate ears!
- "Anon, don't listen! LALALALALALA!"
- >You glare dangerously at the little inmate
- "I'm here because I'm his personal guard, of course! I'll make sure you lose pudding privileges for this, I'll see to that personally! What's your name, inmate?"
- >The breezie sticks her tongue out at you
- >"Wouldn't. you. like. to. know.?"
- >Your growling response is cut short by the other two intruders walking into the bedroom
- >So the pony is a pegasus, and the human-
- >Wait
- >What
- >WHAT
- >WHAT?
- >Your brain still can’t comprehend what’s going on
- "Anon? What are you doing over there?"
- >Anon wriggles under you again
- >"What? I'm right here"
- >The... doppelganger Anon tilts his head
- >"I have a personal guard now? Neat... This is my room, why shouldn't I be over here?"
- >You blink a few times just to make sure what you're seeing is real
- >The pegasus trots forward and flaps onto the bed
- >"What be that lump yer standing on?"
- >Anon wriggles again
- >"Cookies, I wanna see what's happening! If you don't get off me to let me up then I'll be forced to take drastic measures!"
- >Better move
- >Last time he took drastic measures, you laughed so hard that milk came out of your nose
- >And you weren’t even drinking milk at the time
- >Carefully keeping yourself between the intruders and Anon, you give him space to sit up
- >Your Anon and the... other one... lock eyes
- >The Breezie blinks in surprise, falling a few inches before remembering to stay afloat
- >Meanwhile, the pegasus is swapping her eyepatch from one side to the other...
- >Anon sighs, and swings his legs off the side of the bed to stand
- "Careful Anon, they could be dangerous!"
- >He shakes his head as he approaches the other Anon by the bathroom
- >"You know I can take care of myself. Besides... It'd be nice if I could talk to another human again. Who'd want to trick us like this?"
- >The other Anon tilts his head and smirks
- >"Okay kids, very clever, but that's enough. You're upsetting your aunts"
- >Anon stops and tilts his head
- >"Kids?"
- >The other Anon... the IMPOSTER ANON!... shakes his head and chuckles
- >"Alright, first one to stop the joke gets an extra hug tonight before bed"
- >He stares expectantly at you and your Anon
- >Your Anon smiles
- >"Listen... me? I don't know how you got here, but we're not some prank"
- >The other Anon's smile melts
- >"I know I felt the... transition... again... but I had hoped..."
- >Your Anon puts his hand on the other one's shoulder
- >"You have kids that got left behind?"
- >The other Anon's face hardens
- >"I'll find a way back to them, and the rest of my girls"
- >Your Anon nods, squeezing the Other's shoulder
- >"I'll do whatever I can to help. I remember losing my family once, same as you, and I don't know if I could handle it happening again"
- >The Other Anon nods, gritting his teeth
- >"Thanks. How are you so relaxed about this?"
- >Your Anon smiles back at you
- >That smile of his that could provide energy for the world for weeks if only it's power could be harnessed
- >"I was lucky, I have my Cookies. As long as I have her, I'll be fine... Besides, I've been living in a magical pastel world filled with tiny talking horses. I'm used to weird. Who are these two with you?"
- >The other Anon walks over to the bed and collapses down next to the pegasus, wrapping an arm around her
- >Lewd
- >You squash down a little pang of jealousy
- >That isn't your Anon
- >Your Anon is better
- >The Other Anon smiles weakly as the breezie floats to a landing on his head
- >"These are two of my girls. I... We formed a herd. This is Sandy Beaches the pirate pegasus, and this little bundle of fire is Vintl"
- >Your Anon nods
- >"Pleasure to meet you two. This beautiful mare is Cookies n Cream and I'm Anon-"
- >The breezie blurts out, interrupting Anon
- >"No. you're. not.! HE'S. Anon.!"
- >The other Anon looks up without moving his head
- >"He's Anon too"
- >You smartly step to your Anon
- "No! Mine's Anon one!"
- >The pegasus flaps her wings and neighed
- >"Nay! Our Anon is Anon one!"
- >The two Anons simultaneously chuckle
- >Two sets of chuckles from Anons...
- >Never has the universe heard a sound so wondrous
- >You and the other girls fall silent, eager to absorb every second of the beautiful sound
- >The other Anon is the first to stop chuckling
- >"How about this, he's Anon1 and I'm AnonA?"
- >Your Anon nods his head appreciatively
- >"Good thinking, me"
- >AnonA nods back
- >"Thanks, me"
- >Both Anons chuckle again, and the world is diamonds
- >Anon1 stops first this time
- >"So... What's our plan?"
- >AnonA shrugs
- >"That depends. Are we in your world or mine?"
- >Anon1 nods thoughtfully
- >"That's a good question. We both felt the transition?"
- >AnonA nods
- "Then we should split up into two teams, figure out which... world... we're in and then meet back here just before lunchtime to compare notes"
- >Both Anons turn to look at you
- >Anon1 grins
- >"Not a bad idea, Cookies n Cream"
- >AnonA nods in agreement
- >"Right, sounds like a plan. You've got good taste in women, me"
- >You do your best to hide your blush
- >It isn't very effective
- Be Vintl
- >Be out on patrol
- >”This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said we should split into two groups…”
- >You and Sandy nod sadly
- “I. can’t. Believe. our. AnonA. didn’t. Want. to. Go. on. Patrol. With. US!.”
- >Cookies sighs and shrugs
- >”This IS the first time Anon1 and AnonA have had a chance to talk to another human. It makes sense that they’d want to spend some time together…”
- >Sandy pouts
- >”Why can’t they spend time together with us too?”
- >Cookies tilts her head
- >”I don’t know… maybe they’re doing human things together
- >All three of you pause to contemplate the implications of what ‘human things’ could be
- >Sandy breaks the silence first
- >”I bet they’re doing something tough”
- >Cookies nods as the group starts walking down the hall
- >”Like roughhousing or wrestling”
- >You smile hopefully
- ”In. mud.?”
- >Cookies frowns
- >”Wouldn’t they get dirty?”
- >You nod with a hungry grin
- “Ooooh. Yeah…. Very. dirty….I. wouldn’t. Mind. helping. AnonA. shower. off...”
- >Sandy looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully
- >"I don't think he’d wait for us. He'd probably just ask Anon1 to scrub... his... back..."
- >The group pauses to contemplate the implications again
- >After a few thought filled minutes, Cookies breaks into a canter to pull ahead and hide her blush
- >”L-Let’s not dally! Better pull our weight and try to learn something before we meet up with them again!”
- Be ‘The Antagonist’
- >Be very tired
- >You worked hard and called in every favor anyone owed you…
- >But by lunchtime, you’ll have all three Anons right where you want them!
- >Your plans are in motion
- >Nothing can stop you now!
- Be AnonA
- >Be on patrol with Anon1
- >”It’s pretty fucking nice to talk to a goddamn human again”
- >Ever since the two of you were out of earshot, he’s been cussing like a sailor with a stubbed toe
- “Not that I’m not agreeing, but why are you swearing so much?”
- >Anon1 grins sheepishly
- >”Sorry. It’s just nice to talk to someone who doesn’t flinch every cock fucking time I swear”
- >You nod
- “That’s fair”
- >Anon1 tilts his head
- >”Doesn’t that fucking shit get to you?”
- >You shake your head
- “I don’t really have to deal with it. You should hear Vintl when she’s cranky”
- >Anon1 chuckles
- >”Neat. I wish I could swear without upsetting Cookies at all”
- >You tilt your head
- “She doesn’t let you swear?”
- >Anon1 shrugs
- >”She just doesn’t like hearing it. I don’t like upsetting her, so I censor myself”
- >As the two of you turn a corner, you spot a familiar face
- >The Warden
- >”ANON! THERE YOU ARE!”
- Be Anon
- >”ANON! THERE YOU ARE!”
- >Your blood turns to ice as The Warden’s voice rings out
- >She found you?!
- >INCONCEIVABLE!
- >”Hello Warden! How are you?”
- >Was… was that YOUR voice….?
- >”Anon! I can’t believe it! It’s so good… to… see… you…”
- >...
- >”...Both of you…”
- >Both?
- >What?
- >It’ll be risky…
- >But you just /need/ to see what the hell is going on
- >You carefully open the broom closet door the tiniest fraction
- >The angle is a little awkward, but…
- >THERE!
- >You see them!
- >Humans!
- >Two of them!
- >...And both of them are you
- >What
- >The Warden dances gleefully up to the two Anons
- >”How can this be? Why are there two of you, Anon? What have you been up to? Which of you is the real Anon?”
- >One of the Anons grins awkwardly
- >”Um… Humans reproduce by budding?”
- >The Warden growls
- >”That isn’t funny Anon!”
- >The other one offers a friendly smile
- >”Sorry Warden. Humans don’t reproduce by budding… You’re just hallucinating us”
- >The Warden nods thoughtfully
- >”That would make more sense… But why would I be hallucinating?
- >The first Anon, you’ll call him ‘Anon1’, nods
- >”Because you’re feeling guilty about losing me?”
- >The Warden’s voice warbles as she fights back tears
- >”T-That makes-s s-sense…”
- >The other Anon, you’ll call him ’AnonA’, puts a hand on her shoulder
- >”It’s okay, I forgive you”
- >The Warden breaks down into tears
- >”T-Thank you Anon! I’m so sorry! I never should have organized that game of hide-and-seek!”
- >Ah
- >So that’s it
- >This is some ploy to get you out of hiding
- >HA!
- >That’ll never work!...
- >...Although….
- >You ARE curious about how she managed to recreate your image like this
- >Hrm…
- >Maybe it’ll be worth the risk to follow these two copies of you…
- >Just to see how The Warden is pulling this off, that is
- >You pull Brick-Sama and Mop-in-Bucket-chan close, careful to stay quiet
- “Girls… I’m going to go check out these ‘Anons’. If I don’t make it… I love you both”
- >Brick-sama remains silent, stoic in the face of fear, trusting that you’ll always come back to her and Mop-in-Bucket-chan
- >Mop-in-Bucket-chan wheels herself closer to you
- >”Please be safe, Anon! Don’t get caught!”
- >You give them both a squeeze
- “Don’t worry. I’ll be back! Trust me, I’m an Anon”
- >Mop-in-Bucket-chan’s eyes sparkle lovingly
- >”You’re so cool, Anon-senpai!”
- >You smile, puffing up your chest proudly
- Be Sandy Beaches
- >Be tired of patrolling
- >Because it’s boring
- >Really boring
- “I’m bored.”
- >Cookies nods
- >”We can probably take a quick break here to review what we’ve learned”
- >The patrol took the group to the prison’s garden
- >The perfect place to take a break
- >Vintl stamps a hoof
- >”We. should. Keep. going!. Anons. Are. counting. On. us.!”
- >You frown at her
- “Easy for you to say, you get to ride us!”
- >Vintl sighs and rolls her eyes
- >”Fine…. Break. Time.”
- >Yay!
- >Time to find a spot to sit!
- >You quickly glance around
- >There!
- >A bench!
- >With a few flaps of your wings, you’re on the bench
- >Cookies chuckles and Vintl grumbles as they both make their way toward you…
- >Before they join you on the bench, something catches your eye
- >The glint of water!
- >You haven’t had the chance to get wet at all today!
- >Your wings quickly close the distance to the….
- >Bird bath
- >...
- >Horsefeathers!
- >...
- >It’s still water though…
- >...And you don’t want to lose your sea-legs!
- >You need those!
- >For pirating reasons!
- >While you’re racked with indecision, Cookies wanders over to you
- >”What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the birdbath?”
- >Vintl hops over to Cookies’ head
- >”Nah. she. Probably. Just. wants. To. take. A. dip.”
- >Cookies tilts her head in confusion
- >”....What?”
- >Vintl shrugs
- >”I. think. It’s. a. Pegasus. Thing.”
- >Before you can make up your mind, a shoddily maintained white wagon quickly rumbles down the path
- >Cookies’ face immediately brightens
- >”Look! Free candy!”
- >Your eyes dart to the cart, poring over every detail
- >She’s right!
- >A crayon sign in the window proudly proclaims ‘frei kandi’
- >You narrow your eyes
- >There is no way in tartarus…
- >...That you’re letting the other two get more free candy than you!
- Be Anon1
- >Be sitting on ‘your’ bed
- >Be waiting for the girl squad to return
- >You’ve been waiting for too long
- >Lunchtime is almost halfway over
- >Something isn’t right…
- >You don’t really know about the other two girls, but you know Cookies can handle herself
- >She’s a tough girl…
- >...by pony standards
- >...
- >Sweet tap dancing baby jesus, something has gone wrong!
- >Your gaze sweeps over to AnonA
- >As your eyes meet, you can see the same fears written across his face
- >”I don’t like this. They should have been back here by now.
- >You nod in agreement
- “You’re right, I don’t like this”
- >AnonA grimaces
- >”I can’t lose them too… What could have happened to them?”
- >You frown
- “Cookies is good at making split-second decisions. She’d have figured out a way to at least send a message if it was at all possible”
- >AnonA nods
- >”Sandy couldn’t bear to disappoint her ‘captain’ or ‘first mate’ or whatever she’s calling me this week… And Vintl would have found a way to come back even if she had three hooves and her wings tied up”
- >You nod
- “Something has happened to our girls. Maybe whoever or whatever brought us here is responsible?”
- >AnonA starts to walk toward the door
- >”We should see if the Anon who lived here was close to anyone. They might be targeted next”
- >You start to voice your agreement to the plan, but you’re interrupted by a loud gasp from outside the room followed by the fast paced patter of running feet
- >...the fast paced patter of running feet
- >running feet
- >feet
- >Could that have been the third Anon?
- >AnonA hauls the door open and darts through
- >”Wait! Stop right there! Don’t make me hurt you!”
- >AnonA pauses outside the doorway and begins to make odd grunting noises
- >You carefully approach him, leaving the room in the process
- “...You okay buddy?”
- >AnonA grunts and makes a face at you
- >”I’m fine… but why isn’t this working?!”
- >You tilt your head
- “Why isn’t what working?”
- >AnonA continues to look at you with a face that is normally only seen on the third hour of constipation
- >”I can’t command them!”
- >You nod slowly
- “Yeah… not everyone here in ponyworld will stop just because you tell them to”
- >AnonA shakes his head
- >”I mean the elements!”
- >You begin to back away slowly
- “Right. Well then. If that isn’t working, then I guess we should probably chase the guy who was spying on us?”
- >AnonA frowns
- >”You’re right, let’s go!”
- >You both take off after the fading sound of the unknown watcher making his getaway
- >After a few seconds of running, AnonA turns his head to you
- >”Back in my world, I’m the avatar of the elements. I’m not crazy. Vintl and Sandy will back me up on this”
- >You nod carefully
- >It’s never a good idea to question crazy people’s claims to power…
- >...unless you have backup
- “You mean like the Avatar show on TV?”
- >”Not exactly…”
- “WoW shamans?”
- >”...Sure, let’s go with that”
- “Neat”
- >”Yup”
- >The conversation is cut short as the two of you round a corner and spot the mystery man
- >He’s another Anon!
- >Another Anon who is currently hugging a brick while a small horse cries in front of him
- >AnonA quickly makes his way to the distraught pony while you corner the new Anon
- “The hell is going on here?”
- >The new Anon glares at the pony
- >”He tried to steal one of my waifus! I saw him rummaging through my house!”
- >You look around
- >The only thing this hallway is connected to is other hallways…
- >...and a janitor’s closet
- >You point at the closet
- “You live here?”
- >The new Anon nods
- >”Yes! I’ve heard the two of you talk! You’re also me! But I’m the first me, so I’m AnonPrime!”
- >Are you the only sane Anon in the multiverse?
- >...Whatever
- >It isn’t worth fighting about
- “Where is your… ‘waifu’?”
- >AnonPrime happily holds out the brick for inspection
- >”I’d like you to meet Brick-sama! Brick-sama, this is Anon1”
- >You stare at the brick
- >It doesn’t move
- >Because it’s a brick
- >AnonPrime looks at you expectantly
- “...Nice to meet you, Brick-sama?”
- >You gingerly touch the corner of the brick, and a little dust comes off on your fingers
- >”Aw, she likes you! That makes sense, you’re me! You should meet Mop-in-Bucket-chan! She’s more talkative. Moppy, dear, where are you?”
- >AnonPrime bounds his way into the closet, slamming the door behind him
- >...It would appear that the answer to your earlier question is ‘yes’
- >A second later, the door explodes open as AnonPrime bursts out
- >”She’s gone!”
- >Three Anons
- >Each with missing girls…
- >...or cleaning implements, as the case may be
- >AnonA waves you over
- >”I think this guy might know something! He’s the one who was trying to steal your brick, right?”
- >AnonPrime glares at AnonA
- >”She has a name, you racist ass!”
- >AnonPrime quickly lowers his head to look at the brick
- >”Sorry for cussing, dear”
- >You step over to the pony by AnonA
- >The stallion glares defiantly at you, tears in his eyes and snot threatening to run over his lip
- >”I’m not telling you anything! He’s a meany head and you look like him!”
- >AnonA cracks his knuckles and the pony goes white with shock and fear
- >”Oh… You’ll talk. You’ll talk because you haven’t yet begun to see how much of a meany head I am”
- >You look over at AnonA in surprise
- >He winks back at you
- >....oh!
- >You turn back to the stallion, holding an arm out in front of AnonA as AnonPrime peers over your shoulder
- “Hey, I want to be your friend… But I’m also friends with AnonA here. AnonA and I have been friends for a very long time, but even I can’t keep him from being a bully forever. If you just tell us what we need to know, he’ll be a buddy and not a bully… to you. We’ll go somewhere else and he’ll take out his lack of hugs in early childhood on someone else”
- >The stallion purses his lips and shakes his head
- >You sigh and let your arm droop
- >AnonA grins evilly and steps forward and looms over the quivering pony
- >”You’re mine, meat”
- >He made a point to show off his canines, not bad
- >The stallion whimpers but doesn’t talk
- >AnonA’s grin expands
- >”Still not talking? Good…”
- >He reaches forward and pushes his left hand against the stallion’s chest, holding him securely in place
- >AnonA’s calcified grin creaks wider as he reaches forward with his right hand, finger extended…
- >The stallion squirms but can’t escape as the digit approaches
- >You raise your arm again at the last second and smile warmly at the pony
- “Last chance before I let my friend do his thing. You sure you don’t want to talk?”
- >The stallion screws his eyes shut and nods his head, lips pursed tighter than ever
- >Your arm drops and AnonA resumes his inevitable approach
- >Slowly, ever so slowly, AnonA’s finger gets nearer to the pony’s head until…
- >...Like a butterfly’s kiss, he pokes at the tips of the soft hair growing from the pony’s ear
- >Instantly, the pony reacts by swinging his head away from the probing finger…
- >But AnonA doesn’t let up, and continues his tickly assault on the downy fur
- >The stallion’s ear folds back as he tries desperately to avoid the digit
- >To no avail
- >AnonA is unstoppable in his delicate assault
- >The stallion whimpers, the sound slowly building into a desperate plea for AnonA to stop
- >You sigh sadly
- “He’ll only stop when we know what we need to know”
- >The stallion kicks and bucks but can’t get loose
- >After a full minute of the torturous tickle, he shudders explosively
- >”Stop, stop! Please stop! I’ll talk! This isn’t worth twelve bits an hour!”
- >Ah
- >A henchman…
- >...er…
- >Henchpony
- >You and the other Anons smile
- Be AnonPrime
- >”I swear, that’s all I know! Please, you have to believe me!”
- >Anon1 gives the frightened creature a reassuring, fatherly smile
- >”It’s okay, I believe you…”
- >AnonA shoulders his way past him briskly
- >”But I don’t!”
- >The stallion goes rigid, trembling slightly
- >”Gaah! No! Please! I’m sorry! I never should have tried to steal your brick!”
- >You glare at him
- “That’s ‘Her ladyship Brick-Sama’ to you!”
- >The stallion gulps and nods
- >Anon1 sighs and motions for an Anon huddle
- >”I think he’s telling the truth. We’ve gotten all we can out of him”
- >AnonA nods, and peers out of the huddle to glare at the pony
- >”Yeah… he’s finished. I can’t believe we could only get an address out of him”
- >Anon1 nods
- >”A name and an address, but yeah… Well, I say we let him go and then go storm the place”
- >AnonA grins
- >”Let’s wreck that place like Twilight at a buffet!”
- >You nod
- “Or like RD at a weather station dealing with deep emotional issues brought up by the intense fear of abandonment that was planted in her psyche at an early age!”
- >The other Anons nod
- >”Right!”
- >Anon1 tilts his head toward the stallion
- >”What’re we gonna do about him? Can’t risk him telling on us and spoiling our element of surprise”
- >You grin
- “I bet Mr. Rope won’t mind babysitting him for us!”
- >AnonA raises an eyebrow
- >”Mr. Rope?”
- >You nod enthusiastically
- “Yeah! I’ll be right back!”
- >Before the other Anons can react, you dive into your home to find Mr. Rope
- >....There he is!
- >Curled up all comfy-cozy in the corner, like usual
- “Hello Mr. Rope! Good news, I’ve got a buddy for you to play with!”
- >”...”
- >You chuckle
- “Oh Mr. Rope, you’re so excited! Let me introduce you to him!”
- >You scoop up Mr. Rope and step out of your home, proudly displaying him to the other Anons
- >AnonA grins at you and Mr. Rope, and then at the pony
- >”Well, look at this… Looks like you’re about to get an extra long hug from the friendly ‘Mr. Rope’”
- >Anon1 nods
- >”Don’t take too long tying him up, we need to get moving!”
- >He’s right…
- >The three of you really need to move
- >...
- >It may be time…
- >... To unleash your power…
- “Gentlemen, my brother Anons…”
- >They both look at you, a single eyebrow raised on both of their faces
- “I have just what we need to travel quickly. Wait here”
- >You once again dash into your spacious home
- >...There!
- >Just where you left them…
- >Your secret weapons…
- >Ultra-Super-Enhanced-Special-Mobile-Saiyan-Pizza-Robot-Battle-Mech-Suits!
- >Luckily, you made yourself three prototypes...
- >Just enough for each Anon!
- >You push the first two out of the door and quickly don the third, the True-Warfare-Battlesuit
- >With a grin, you snap the final strap in place
- >The three of you will be practically invincible
- Be AnonA
- >Be finishing tying up the stallion
- >...huh?
- >What was that noise…?
- >You look over to see Anon1, eyebrow raised, looking toward the closet
- >Following his gaze, you see…
- >...What…?
- >What exactly are you looking at, anyway?
- >...Two big, wheel-bottomed janitor’s buckets filled with cardboard
- >You shift your gaze back to Anon1
- “The hell are those?”
- >Anon1 shrugs
- >”Not a clue, AnonPrime just shoved them out of the… what. No. You can’t be serious”
- >You look back toward the closet just in time to see AnonPrime coming to a stop, decked out in red and blue cardboard and standing in a rolling bucket
- “Oh no…”
- >AnonPrime grins
- >”Oh yes. These are my Ultra-Super-Enhanced-Special-Mobile-Saiyan-Pizza-Robot-Battle-Mech-Suits! Quickly brothers, get into a suit and let us engage in jolly co-operation! For our Waifus!”
- >Anon1 facepalms and sighs
- >”How exactly are these supposed to help us?”
- >AnonPrime sags in instant depression
- >”But… But I worked so hard on them!”
- >....damn
- >You hate seeing yourself sad
- “Hey Anon1… Look at it this way: The ponies of this world are likely to take it seriously. Besides, we’re headed downtown and this prison is on top of a hill”
- >Anon1 tilts his head
- >”What does that have to do with anything?”
- >You point toward the bottom of AnonPrime’s suit
- “These things are on wheels”
- >AnonPrime beams at you
- >”Thank you for your astute observations!...How do you know what the outside world is like?”
- >Anon1 sighs
- >”Fine, I’ll put it on… but how do you expect to get from here to the door in that outfit?”
- >AnonPrime reaches back into the closet’s doorway
- >”With these! Push brooms!... Now, about how you know what outside the prison looks like...”
- >Anon1 sighs again
- >”Alright, alright…I’ll get in one”
- >You nod
- “Excellent, let’s get moving the-”
- >”Hello again Anon hallucinations!”
- >Well
- >Shit
- >The Warden
- >...Balancing a tray of something on her back?
- >”I still felt bad, so I decided to bring you all...cookies… and…. What are you doing with all that? Why is one of you a robot?”
- >AnonPrime bristles and puffs out his chest
- >”We’re leaving to go save our waifus!”
- >The Warden frowns
- >”But I can’t let you leave! Especially not with all that stuff!”
- >Anon1 holds out his hands
- >”Please, allow me, I’ve learned how to talk to her…”
- >He takes a few steps towards The Warden
- >”Warden… Can we please leave? Pretty please? We promise to come back!”
- >The Warden’s frown deepens
- >”I’m not so sure…”
- >Anon1 kneels down next to her, struggling to reach eye level
- >”Pwetty pwetty pwease? It’s really important”
- >The Warden takes a deep, steadying breath…
- >”...Well…Alright… but only because you promised to come back and it’s important!”
- >AnonPrime’s jaw drops
- >”It’s seriously that easy!?”
- >Anon1 darts his head around to shush AnonPrime before giving The Warden a thankful look
- >”Thank you so much, Warden! You’re the best! You won’t regret this!”
- >AnonPrime shrugs and gestures towards the other ‘battlesuits’
- >”Whatever. Both of you hurry up and get into your battlesuits!”
- >After several minutes of struggle, you and Anon1 manage to get into the cardboard armor
- >You got the shitty looking yellow one
- >Once you’re both completely dressed, AnonPrime smiles with a mouth full of cookie
- >As he swallows, he rolls himself over to you and Anon1 and hands each of you a push broom
- >”Anonbots…”
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmVnhQvMV6U
- >”...Roll out! To victory!”
- Be Anon1
- >Be rolling down a hill in a cardboard suit duct-taped to a bucket with wheels on it
- >Mommanon would be so proud
- >You don’t even have a helmet
- >...
- >You’re going to die
- >This is it
- >Sorry, Cookies…
- >There is just no way you’re surviving this
- >You risk opening your eyes to see AnonPrime proudly standing in his bucket, Broom held forward
- >If he didn’t look like such a fucking idiot, it’d be majestic as fuck
- >You watch in horror as AnonPrime turns around
- >”Where are we headed?”
- >You can barely hear him over the whistling wind blowing past your face
- “We need to pass a street, and then turn right! It’ll be three more blocks after that and then we’re there!”
- >AnonPrime nods and turns around again
- >He’s still standing
- >”Forward! It’s practically next door to the prison! FORWARD!”
- >With AnonPrime’s mad laughter ringing in your ears, the three of you blow past the first street
- >A few ponies scream in your wake
- >Something about a robot invasion
- >You can’t really pay attention
- >You’re too focused on the street ahead of you
- >There is no way the three of you will make this turn
- >AnonA waves his broom to draw your attention
- >”We’re going too fast!”
- >You nod frantically
- >”I know!”
- >AnonPrime laughs loudly
- >That asshole is still standing in his bucket
- >”Follow my lead, my brothers! Forward to VICTORY!”
- >AnonA shrugs
- >”He’s saying ‘forward’ a lot!”
- >you nod, shouting over the wind
- “I know! What the hell is he thinking?”
- >AnonA shrugs back again, and then points worryingly at AnonPrime
- >AnonPrime finally stopped standing…
- >He’s crouching
- >With his broom held out horizontally on his right
- >”Come on brothers! Follow my lead! To Victory!”
- >You cautiously and shakily mimic his posture
- “The hell are you thinki-AW HELL NAW”
- >There’s a light post on the edge of the sidewalk
- >At this angle, the brooms will collide with it!
- >He’s planning on taking the turn by using the post and the brooms!
- >You gulp
- >There’s no time to think
- >AnonPrime is already at the post!
- >”YEEEEEHAAaaaaahahahaha! To Victory!”
- >You grit your teeth and do your best to hold on as you come to the turn
- >The broom shudders in your grasp, and the wheels on your bucket squeal in protest…!
- >...But you’re able to hold on and make the turn!
- >You sink back down into the bucket, relieved
- >”Hey!”
- >You risk a glance back at AnonA
- >His bucket got turned around during the turn, forcing him to crane his neck to look where he’s going
- “What?”
- >”We have to go back!”
- ”WHY?!”
- >”My stomach is still going down that street!”
- >You hunker down
- “We’ll get you a new one!”
- >”But I /liked/ the old one!”
- >AnonPrime starts laughing like an asshole
- >”We’re almost there! Look ahead! I can see the sign for the apartment complex!”
- >He’s right
- >You were too busy panicking to notice that the three of you had already passed two blocks
- >AnonA’s bucket catches up to yours and AnonA smiles weakly at you
- >”Oh yay. We’ve almost stopped, too”
- >He’s right
- >The buckets were definitely slowing down…
- >But not enough
- >Never enough
- >’Stopped’ would be too fast
- >AnonPrime’s laughter dies down and he jabs his broom toward the building
- >”I’m coming for you, Mop-in-Bucket-Chan! I’m coming! TO VICTORY!”
- >You really wish he’d stop saying that
- Be ‘The Antagonist’
- >Be very very annoyed
- >Between the girls and your henchponies, you’re losing your marbles
- >”Sorry again for dropping your collection, boss…”
- >”I think one of the captives is hiding some”
- >The Breezie indignantly glares at the offending henchpony, her cheeks puffed out suspiciously
- >You sigh
- >This was supposed to be your moment!
- >Your moment of victory!
- >The pegasus captive flaps her wings noisily
- >”Yar! I demand more chocolate doubloons if ye want to buy my silence for another five minutes!”
- >These girls are going to eat you into bankruptcy if the universe doesn’t stop soon
- “Do you think candy grows on trees?! Silence!”
- >Rubbing your temples, you try to focus on the crystal ball on your desk to check on the Anons
- >Why didn’t abducting their girls work?
- >They’re all in the same mental state, it should have caused the universe to stop!
- >Where did your calculations go wrong?
- >You’ve got three angry humans racing for your hideout, and no idea how to stop them…
- >It’s all that idiot’s fault!
- >If only that henchpony hadn’t blabbed…
- >There’s no way in tartarus he’s ever getting a reference out of you
- >You /knew/ you should’ve looked harder for henchponies than you did…
- >You silently promise yourself that next time you’ll do more than a wanted ad in the paper as the Anons come into focus on your crystal ball…
- >...That street they’re on looks familiar…
- >...and…
- >They’re robots now?!
- >What?!
- >How’d /THAT/ happen?!
- Be Cookies n Cream
- >Be bored
- >Also be the only one who can talk
- >Vintl’s mouth is full of marbles
- >Sandy’s mouth is full of chocolate
- >Your tummy growls unhappily, but you ignore it
- >You already had too much candy
- >Trying to distract yourself, you look around the cell your captor put you all in
- >It’s still empty
- >Except for you, Sandy, Vintl, and a mop in a bucket with wheels on the bottom
- >Sandy’s noisy eating draws your eyes to the growing pile of empty candy wrappers, and the rapidly shrinking pile of remaining candy
- >Those treats sure look good….
- >NO!
- >No!
- >No
- >You don’t want to get fat
- >If you get too much pudge, Anon might not want to snuggle as much…
- >...Stay strong….
- >Don’t focus on the caramel and chewy chocolate slices of heaven…
- >You shake your head to clear the visions of cascading sugar and take a few steps toward the bucket and mop
- >Maybe you can distract yourself with them somehow, or use them to escape…
- >As you draw nearer to the cleaning tools you hear an organic squeak, just barely audible
- >You stop and tilt your head, trying to discern where the sound originated
- >From… the bucket?
- >Frowning, you take a few more steps toward the cleaning tools....
- >Only to have them scooch away from you?
- >What?
- >This must be investigated!
- >As you resume your advance, a thought hits you
- >What if it’s a ghost?
- >A ghost that has possessed the mop and bucket!
- >You shake your head
- >That’s as likely as finding a wand that shoots fire
- >There must be an explanation for this that isn’t supernatural
- >Besides, you’re the toughest guard pony there is
- >You’re the only one who could be trusted with the rehabilitation and guarding of Anon
- >As you steadily march toward the bucket, it continues it’s steady retreat
- >But it’s running out of room
- >You smile as it bumps into the bars of your cell
- >”Eeep!”
- >...
- >Did that bucket just ‘eep’?
- >You smile and close in on the bucket
- >Peering in, all you can see is mop
- “Hello? Is someone in there?”
- >You wait a few seconds but without any response
- >You glance over toward Vintl to see her staring at you, a wee eyebrow raised in confusion
- >Feeling silly, you sit next to the bucket
- >Maybe it was all your imagination?
- >...
- >No
- >It couldn’t have been
- >Standing, you reach out and knock the mop out of the bucket
- >After a second passes, a mottled brown unicorn mare peers out over the rim of the bucket
- >”H-Hi… You found me…”
- >She wipes her unkempt green mane out of her eyes and smiles nervously
- >You stare at her in confusion
- >She stares back hopefully
- >...
- >..
- >.
- “...Who are you?”
- >The mare carefully steps out of the bucket, magically replacing the mop
- >”I’m Scrufferina, but Anon calls me ‘Mop-in-Bucket-Chan’. I was the prison’s janitor… Until the hide-and-seek competition”
- >She turns to wave awkwardly at Vintl and Sandy, revealing a blank flank
- >”Hello girls, you’re Vintl and you’re Sandy, right? Sorry, I couldn’t really see you while I was in there”
- >Marbles ping off the floor as Vintl’s jaw drops
- >”Where. The. Fuck. did. You. come. From.?”
- >Sandy waves back and offers Scrufferina a chocolate coin, mouth too full to properly return the greeting
- >Scrufferina grimaces a little at the cuss
- >”I was hiding in the bucket”
- >You gently poke her flank and tilt your head
- “Why don’t you have a cutie mark? Did it just never happen for you? I’m so sorry!”
- >Scrufferina smiles and shakes her head
- >”I have my cutie mark! It’s a hiding pony!”
- >You frown
- “But there’s nothing there!”
- >Scrufferina’s smile turns wry
- >”It wouldn’t be a very good hiding pony if you could see it”
- >...
- >True
- >Annoying
- >But true
- “Well, it’s nice to meet you Scrufferina”
- >She nods back at you
- >”It’s a pleasure to meet all of you too. I mean, I’ve already met you, but it’s nice to actually introduce myself”
- >One of the henchponies points toward the cell excitedly
- >”Sir! Mr. Doom Ass! There’s some of your missing marbles!”
- Be AnonA
- >You’re on the verge of rescuing your girls!
- >...Just as soon as you have the strength to walk again
- >Anon1 stumbles out of his bucket, sinking to the ground in relief
- >”Thank god that’s over…”
- “Don’t you mean ‘thank Celestia that’s over’?”
- >Anon1 doesn’t even look at you
- >”Get out”
- >AnonPrime turns and frowns
- >”Come on boys, stay focused! We need to save our womenfolk!”
- >You nod and struggle to your feet with Anon1 following your lead
- >AnonPrime leads the charge into the building, cardboard armor rustling with every pounding step
- >He doesn’t even bother kicking in the door and just plows right through it
- >A pony could get a splinter from a broken wooden door
- >Luckily this eventuality was considered, and the door was made out of paper mache
- >You hurdle the door’s wreckage with Anon1 hot on your heels…
- >AnonPrime stopped moving!
- >Shit!
- >You’re going to-
- >!
- >...
- >ow…
- >As you and the other Anons groan in pain and try to extract yourselves from the neat little dogpile you’d formed, you notice a mare making freaked out horse noises
- >”Are you three all okay?! My gosh! That was so awful! No! Don’t move! I’ll go get the first aid kit!”
- >The mare disappears in a flash of earthy red and straw yellow
- >After a few seconds of effort and more cursing than was, strictly speaking, necessary, you and the other Anons are back on your feet
- >AnonPrime grins sheepishly at you and Anon1
- >”Sorry guys, If I took one more step then I would have kicked that poor mare in the muzzle”
- >Anon1 nods and pops a crick out of his shoulder
- >”No -ow- worries. Accidents happen. You okay, AnonA?”
- >You nod and rub the back of your neck
- “Yeah. Worst case scenario, I’ll bruise a little. I’m -”
- >Your vision is blocked by a panicking horse
- >”You’re /BRUISED/?! I don’t think my first aid kit can handle that!”
- >Gently lowering the mare back to the ground, you tilt your head
- “What kind of first aid kit can’t handle a bruise? And please don’t jump on me”
- >The mare industriously opens her first aid kit and rummages inside
- >”Sorry! Now don’t move! You’ll get help soon!”
- >Anon1 frowns
- >”We don’t have time for this”
- >The mare raises her head triumphantly, lifting three large lollipops and a gigantic box of bandaids out of the remains of the first aid kit
- >She wastes no time distributing the candy and liberally applying the bandaids
- >AnonPrime steps toward the mare
- >”Excuse me miss, we’re looking for the room belonging to Dr. Doom”
- >The mare pauses in mid-bandaid-application to your knee
- >”Are you here to join Doomy’s little party? Yay! I’m so glad he’s finally having friends over!... I just wish he had invited me too…”
- >You lean forward inquisitively, winking at the other Anons
- “Yes, we’re here for the party. Where is his room? Somehow he forgot to tell us which one was his”
- >The mare gestures vaguely at the stairs
- >”Second floor, third door on your right…”
- >You smile appreciatively
- “Thank you, miss…?”
- >The mare smiles weakly
- >”Brick House”
- >You let your smile widen
- “Thank you, Miss House. Come on /brothers/, we’ve got a party to crash”
- >As you follow the other Anons up the stairs you barely catch Brick House muttering something under her breath
- >”Why didn’t Doomy tell me he was friends with cool robot things?...”
- Be Vintl
- >Be fucking pissed off like a motherfucker
- >Partly at Anon, for letting you and Sandy get separated from him
- >Partly at yourself, for the same reason
- >But mostly at this asshole who kidnapped you, Sandy, Cookies, and Scrufferina
- >Because of him, poor Anon is probably lost and lonely!
- >You could easily slip through the bars of this cell to go find him…
- >But you can’t abandon Sandy
- >You can’t leave her alone with a group of strangers and kidnappers
- >Anon can take care of himself
- >Sandy? Not so much
- >Your group’s only chance is for you to strike at /just/ the right moment
- >You’re the ultra-lightweight champion of the pit, you can handle a group of stallions
- >They look like bitches
- >Like they can’t even handle a rigorous game of patty-cake
- >”Hey Vintl… Where do you think Anon is?”
- >You look down and smile reassuringly
- “Knowing. Him. he’s. Probably. Turning. The. prison. Upside. Down. looking. For. us.!”
- >Sandy smiles and giggles softly
- >”Yeah… that poor Warden…”
- >Your attention is drawn away by Doom jumping away from his desk
- >”Everyone! To your battlestations! They’re here!”
- >...
- >The stallions all stare at their leader, motionless, until one raises a hoof
- >”Sir? Where are our battlestations?”
- >Doom groans in frustration
- >”Look! You four, guard the prisoners! You three, with me! You two, at the door NOW!”
- >The stallions all rush to their posts
- >Just as the two assigned to the door reach their goal, the entryway explodes out into the room
- >Tiny horses scream as the plaster dust swirls and plays around the three silhouettes in the doorway
- >Cookies crashes into the bars of the cell
- >”Anon!”
- >She’s right!
- >Your Anon came for you!
- >And Sandy!
- >And he brought the other two Anons with hi-
- >Wait, where’d that extra Anon come from?
- >Doom steps forward and turns toward the four guarding your cell
- >”You four, bring out the prisoners! We’re going to have such /fun/!”
- >The stallions nervously, but quickly, comply with Doom’s orders
- >Sandy leaves the cell first, with you riding on her head, followed by Cookies and Scrufferina
- >The mottled mare shifts her weight uncomfortably, nervous about having so many eyes directed at her
- >Doom laughs as the dust settles around the Anons
- >”Fools! You can’t hope to defeat me! I’ve already won!”
- >He stares triumphantly at the jammed doorway as the three Anons struggle to pass each other and get past the doorway
- >”Come on, move your fat ass!”
- >”Hey, this is your fat ass too!”
- >”Your mom is a fat ass!”
- >”No, /your/ mom is a fat ass!”
- >”Don’t talk shit about my mom!”
- >”I wasn’t talking to you!”
- >...
- >Anon really is his own worst enemy
- >Doom’s smile slowly fades
- >”I /said/… I’ve already won!.... Already won!... WON! I. WON! Why isn’t this working?!”
- >Doom growls as the Anons finally slip into the room
- >”/FINE/, I suppose you /still/ aren’t synched enough… But this should fix that miscalculation!”
- >Doom’s gaze darts to the henchponies guarding you and the other girls
- >”Bring them here!”
- >The stallions nervously close in on you and the others…
- >Cookies tilts her head to look at you and winks
- >You subtly nod back
- >Two of the stallions close in on Cookies, sandwiching her between them
- >Her smile is almost scary as she flexes the muscles in her head, flinging the tips of her ears back and brutally fwapping the guards
- >One of them topples immediately, while the other flinches hard and manages to deflect most of the blow
- >Sandy takes to the air, and you swan dive off her head straight onto the head of one of the other guards
- >As Sandy starts pelting a guard with empty candy wrappers, you tug hard on a single hair in your guard’s mane
- >The two guards dissolve into helpless tears, and you make a fast aerial rendezvous with Sandy
- >The last guard, the one who survived Cookies’ opening gambit, quickly tries to back away from the fray…
- >Only to trip and fall over Scrufferina
- >...He must have not seen her
- >Doom screams in rage as his last guard falls
- >”NO! I REFUSE TO LOSE!”
- Be Anon1
- >”NO! I REFUSE TO LOSE!”
- >You get on one knee, arms spread wide to catch a running Cookies
- >How dare that bastard lock Cookies in a playpen
- “Sorry Doom, you just did”
- >AnonA nods and beams as his girls embrace him
- >”You were no match for our fantastic four girls”
- >AnonPrime stares weakly at the mop and bucket
- >”Mop-in-Bucket-chan? Aren’t you going to come over here?... I came to rescue you, aren’t you happy I’m here? Moppy? P-Please?”
- >The mop and bucket remain totally passive
- >AnonPrime’s fading joy is replaced by confusion as a little mare gently pokes his leg with her horn
- >”E-Excuse me, A-Anon? I’m-m Mop-in-Bucket-Chan… I’ve been hiding with you in the closet ever since the game of hide-and-seek…”
- >AnonPrime frowns
- >”That’s… quite the story ann frankly I’m not sure I believe it… Though I do recognize your voice…”
- >The mare smiles shyly at the floor
- >”M-My real name is Scrufferina. Our favorite meal is pudding-and-crackers. You sleep on your back and have a scary scar on your knee from when you... er… Can I stop? Talking about it makes me feel icky”
- >AnonPrime kneels down next to the nervous mare
- >Her face lights up with worry and hope while she tears up over the memory of the story
- >”A-Anon?...”
- >AnonPrime slowly and awkwardly hugs the slightly shaking mare
- >”Please don’t cry, milady. Why didn’t you tell me you were a pony sooner?”
- >Scrufferina sniffles and hugs AnonPrime back
- >”I was worried you wouldn’t like me… and I wanted to impress you with how well I could hide”
- >Doom stamps his hoof loudly
- >”Hello?! Doesn’t anyone care about what is supposed to be my glorious victory?! Why haven’t I won?”
- >You look over at the angry Dr. Doom
- >...What the hell is he?
- >He looks like a donkey with a horn
- >Asscorn?
- >AnonA chuckles and shrugs, still holding his girls
- >”Sure, go ahead and tell us your little evil plan before we take the time to kick your ass, ass”
- >Doom scrunchies angrily
- >... What looks cute on a pony /really/ doesn’t work on a donkey face
- >”I was going to use you three as a catalyst for a paradox that would stop time, putting the universe in time out!”
- >You frown
- “Why the hell would you want to do that?”
- >The Asscorn stamps his hoof again
- >”This world is too cruel! It isn’t fair! The Universe must be punished with the worst punishment available! I WILL see justice done!”
- >The Asscorn magically grabs the play pen that had been holding the girls and breaks it apart
- >”You Anons may be immune to magic, but you can’t get through a magical barrier that’s been reinforced!”
- >You open your mouth to respond, but a burst of smoke and fireworks clog the air
- >Each burst of fire smells like a different color, and the smoke sounds like strawberries
- >”Hello everypony! Anon! It’s a pleasure to see you again! You too, Anon! And Anon, you look great! Have you been working out? I just couldn’t resist the chance to investigate the source of all that delicious chaos going on around the city.”
- >You recognize that voice
- >Discord
- >Great
- >Just what this crazy situation needed
- >As the smoke dissipates, Discord catches some of it in a glace and idly sips at it as he surveys the rest of the room
- >”Ah, a Unidonkey! You’re quite the rare sight! I do so love rare chimeras like you, you’re always good for a few minutes entertainment. Let me guess, your mother was a donkey and your dad was just an ass?”
- >AnonA catches your eye and winks at you
- >You nod subtly
- >You got his back, whatever he’s planning
- >”Hey Discord, you really shouldn’t be so chummy with that guy”
- >Discord’s eyes swim across his head to focus on AnonA
- >”Hrm? And why is that?”
- >AnonA taps the side of his head
- >”That little cretin was going to kill you”
- >Wha-
- >oh
- >OH!
- >You get it!
- >You nod in agreement
- “That’s right, he just finished telling us about his evil plan to remove you from existence”
- >Discord frowns with his eyebrows
- >”Really? I find that hard to believe. Let me check, one moment”
- >With a snap of his fingers, a gale of wind rushes into Doom
- >Doom can’t fight the air as it inflates him like a balloon
- >Discord snaps his fingers a second time and Doom repeats the reveal of his plan verbatim
- >Once he finishes, Discord’s frown deepens
- >”Anon, Flutterwhatever says it’s bad to lie. That’s why I always make what I say truth. Lying really is bad for your health.”
- >With a poof, a thermometer appears in AnonA’s mouth
- >Which is better than the alternative
- >Ignoring the implications of those statements, AnonA shakes his head and spits out the thermometer
- >”You’ve got to pay attention to what he said. He wanted to stop time. Nothing would ever happen again. Nothing /could/ ever happen again”
- >Discord shrugs
- >”I’m sure it’s nothing personal against me though”
- >You shake your head
- “No… this specifically targets you. Without anything happening, the universe would be in perfect order. Nothing would change”
- >Discord laughs
- >”Clever boys, but I’m sure purplewhatsit would fix things eventually. These things tend to work themselves out”
- >AnonA sighs
- >”You’re not getting it, are you? By definition, chaos and discord can’t coexist with perfect order. Purplefatsit may solve things eventually, but you’d still be dead”
- >You nod
- “It’d only take a few seconds of perfect order, a few minutes at most. Even if you’re lucky and survive, who knows what experiencing perfect order would do to a being borne out of chaos”
- >Discord rubs his chin, holding it in his left hand while his right gently strokes
- >”Hrm… I /suppose/ you have a point, but I promised not to do the whole ‘supervillain’ thing anymore, even if I really want to”
- >AnonPrime smiles
- >”You wouldn’t have to be evil. Just make sure he’s given over to the proper authorities”
- >That’s…
- >Less than optimal
- >You would have prefered a little vigilante wet willy-ing after the stunts Doom pulled
- >Discord’s smile wraps around his head and squeezes
- >”I know /just/ the authority!”
- >Discord snaps his fingers, and a second blast of multi-flavored smoke fills the room
- >When the smoke finally clears, you spot a new donkey mare in the room
- >She blinks and looks around in confusion
- >”Where… where am I? This place is filthy!”
- >Her gaze settles on Doom
- >”Smart? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?”
- >Doom groans and glares at Discord
- >”My MOM?! Really?!”
- >The mare frowns
- >”Don’t raise your voice indoors OR at multidimensional superbeings. I raised you better than that, Smart”
- >Doom gives his mother an exasperated look
- >”Mom, please, you know I changed my name!”
- >The mare sighs
- >”Yes, but ‘Doom’ is just so… negative”
- >Doom pouts
- >”It’s supposed to strike fear in the hearts of my enemies”
- >Doom’s mom frowns
- >” Your new name just strikes sadness into the hearts of your relatives, but I guess that doesn’t matter to you. You were named after your uncle and late grandfather, who were both fine upstanding donkeys”
- >You frown
- “I’m sorry for your loss, ma’am”
- >The mare turns to you in complete confusion
- >”What? Oh, he’ll turn up eventually. I swear, I’ll never understand why reading clocks is so difficult for such a smart stallion”
- >Movement at the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you turn to see Brick House in the doorway
- >”H-Hello? Sorry, but some of the other tenants were complaining about the noise and so-”
- >Doom’s mother’s face lights up as she spots the mare, and she hurries over
- >”Are you miss House? My little Assy has told me so much about you!”
- >Brick’s expression could light all of canterlot for a year
- >”Really?!”
- >Doom’s mom nods and winks
- >”Really. I’m so happy he’s finally got a /friend/ of the female persuasion. I was starting to worry that I’d never be a grandmother”
- >Doom’s magical barrier dissipates and broken playpen parts clatter to the ground as his concentration is fully shattered
- >”MOTHER!”
- >You smirk over at Discord...
- >Just in time to see that cocky bastard pull a bag of freshly popped popcorn out of a dresser
- “Not bad. He should get a real trial, though. He’s a danger to… everything, really.”
- >Discord shakes his head, choking on his popcorn as he chortles
- >”Not anymore, I’ll be keeping a /personal/ eye on him”
- >You chuckle
- “I hope you don’t mean that literally”
- >Discord rolls his eyes
- >...Which is much more gross than it sounds...
- >”Oh please, even I can be subtle sometimes! Anyway, I’ll be sending you home now”
- >AnonA blinks
- >“Wait, what?”
- >Discord raises his hand, preparing to snap his fingers
- >”Can’t risk letting his little plan working after all. I need to separate you Anons. Ta-ta! I’ll be sure to visit you all every now and then”
- >The last thing you experience before the dimensional transition hits is Doom’s mom showing a binder to Brick House
- >”...And here he is when he was two, while he was still small enough to bathe in the sink...”
- Be AnonA
- >Be in your bathroom
- >You’re still in your cardboard armor
- >After a second of rustling, Vintl claws her way out through the neck hole
- >”The. Fuck. just. Happened.?”
- >Sandy idly clacks her hoof against the tiled floor
- >”Are we home now?”
- >You shrug
- “I think we’re home… Only one way to be sure”
- >You take a few strides to the door and pull it open without warning
- >A pile of changelings all tumble into the room, along with Spinny and Feygl
- >Amber and Libele catch each other, preventing them from turning the pile of changelings into a short stack of bugpony pancakes
- >Happy’s expression brightens and she raises from her reclined position on the bed
- >”There you are! I… we… were starting to really get worried. You three had been in there so long, and were so quiet… Why are you a cyborg now? How are you a cyborg? Don’t you know it’s dangerous to undergo extensive body-modifications like that?!”
- >You smile, relief flooding your system
- >Your girls, your brood, they’re all here!
- >This is home!
- >Dennis, who somehow managed to land on the top of the pile, wiggles his limbs at you excitedly
- >”Does this mean I’m a robot too?”
- >His chitin turns chrome and his wings change from bug-like to something resembling plexiglass as his horn starts to glow and leave trails like a bike from Tron
- >A few changelings manage to untangle themselves from the pile and copy their brother’s transformation
- >”Cool! Swarm-bots!”
- >”vrooosh! Vrooosh! Cool!”
- >”Hey, no fair, I wanted to glow that color!”
- >”We can share the color!”
- >Vintl swan dives off the cardboard armor and does a few somersaults to land on Dennis’ chest
- >”I. Missed. You. squirts.!”
- >Sandy flap hops over to Spinny and helps her up
- >”So much happened! I can’t wait to tell you all about it! First we-”
- >Spinny snaps out a hoof to cover Sandy’s mouth
- >”Not in front of the brood!”
- >You chuckle and kneel down, arms spreading wide to hug as many bodies as possible
- >It’s damn good to be home
- Be Anon1
- >Be lying in bed
- >With Cookies on top of you
- >She looks around in confusion
- >”What the…? We’re back?”
- >You shrug and smile
- “I think so, but it doesn’t really matter to me as long as I’ve got you”
- >You give Cookies a tight hug, squishing her tight against you
- >Through her blush at the sudden affection she manages to scrunchie
- >”Anon! I care! My family and stuff are both in our home world!”
- >You grin sheepishly and loosen your grip
- “Oh, yeah, right, sorry”
- >A soft knocking draws your attention to the door
- “Yes? Hello?”
- >The door opens a crack, and The Warden pokes her head through
- >”Sorry to interrupt, but you’ve been here for a while and I was just wondering when you two were heading ho- OH MY GOSH! I’M SORRY!”
- >Her arm snaps up to cover her eyes as her face turns a florescent pink
- >You can feel Cookies’ temperature rising as she blushes too
- >”W-Warden! Close the door!”
- >The Warden hops into the room, and slams the door
- >Cookies’ blush intensifies
- >”I meant with you on the outside!”
- >The Warden’s arm lowers /just/ enough for her to peek out and look at you and Cookies
- >”Oh! Right! Sorry!”
- >She moves her free arm to open the door and quietly steps through, craning her neck to peek for as long as possible
- >Cookies lets out an embarrassed laugh as the door latch clicks closed
- >”So, er… Anon1, er, I mean, Anon. Just Anon… w-we should get going, er…”
- >D’aww, she’s so flustered!
- >You crane your neck…
- >”Anon, what are y-”
- >...and boop her nose with yours
- >”--!”
- >You smile as her eyes glaze over for a few seconds
- >She’s never gotten used to that little maneuver
- “Let me up. There’s something I’ve got to do for you before we can leave…”
- Be AnonPrime
- >Be in your closet
- >With your Brick-sama and mop-in-bucket-chan…
- >er…
- >Your Scrufferina…
- >That’s going to take some getting used to
- >You aren’t used to being in such a confined space with someone who is so obviously female
- >usually they avoid that kind of situation at any cost
- >Like that time in third grade when Suzie climbed out the classroom window
- “So…”
- >Scrufferina tries to smile hopefully, but only manages a nervous grimace
- >”Yeah…”
- >...
- >..
- >.
- “...so… Want me to read you a story while we eat cereal?”
- >Scrufferina really pushes herself and manages an actual smile
- >”...I’d like that…”
- >You smile back self-consciously
- >You don’t break eye contact as you reach for the book
- >A thought strikes you as you touch the cover
- “Oh! Crap! Wait! There’s something I gotta do! Er… is that okay?”
- >Scrufferina tilts her head
- >”Yes? What is it?”
- Be AnonA
- >Be unable to breath
- >Be happier than you have ever been, possibly
- >After a brief explanation of the day’s adventure, your family had
- >Libele underneath, Sandy on top, Spinny on your right, Amber on your left, Happy on your legs, Vintl on your head, and Feygl’s wing covering the whole pile
- >And chrome-colored techno bugs taking up every other available square inch
- >It is so damn good to be home…
- >This is so comfy… you could just fall asleep here surrounded by people who adore you
- >...or pass out from lack of oxygen
- >meh, six of one, half a dozen of the other
- >Your sluggish synapses spark and a recent memory hits you
- “Mphtblit!”
- >You feel Happy’s head raise off your leg
- >”Everyone, make some room for Anon!”
- >As the bodies shift, you gulp fresh air
- “Everyone off for a minute! I made a promise with myself that I have to keep!”
- >Libele rests a hand on your forehead, nearly dislodging Vintl who seemed to be insisting on maintaining her death grip on your face
- >”I think we over did it?”
- >You shake your head, and Vintl rides it out
- “I mean the other Anons! Everyone off! I’ve got to stand!”
- >A few minutes later and you’re standing in front of a very expectant crowd on your bed
- >Dennis tilts his head and his horn wheezes
- >He just can’t get it to make a ‘vroo’ sound like his siblings
- >”What’re you gonna do, daddy?”
- >You smile
- “Me and the other Anons had a little chat while we were getting into that…. ‘Armor’. This was supposed to be a three way-”
- >[Horse giggles]
- >”-SONG! We were going to sing this together for the girls who were with us in that other world, but I was planning on singing it again so that you all could hear it”
- >You clear your throat and your family murmurs in excitement
- >”Daddy’s gonna sing?!”
- Be Discord
- >Be in your home, between dimensions
- >There’s so many, many infinite universes out there…
- >And only one of you to fill them all…
- >But you can spare a few minutes
- >You sip your chocolate milk and smile as you will three images to appear
- >Anon1, AnonA, and AnonPrime all stand in front of you
- >While the rest of the universes, those plebeians, may be content with only hearing one Anon sing…
- >You’d get the real experience
- >You lean back in your recliner and close your eyes as the Anons’ intentions to sing forces the fabric of reality to create music
- >After a few seconds, their voices sing out in perfect harmony
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
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