The prisoner. 5/end

>the next few months fly in…
>you get an audience with the princess
>you start a touch of farm work for the apples
>you do a few odd jobs
>you get set up in your own house
>of course the residents where tad apprehensive,
>but with the help of your new friends they soon accepted you…more are less
>Your life is a simple one, but you are content
>besides, you have plenty to keep you busy
>working with AppleJack, partying with pinkie, giving Rarity ideas for new designs with your “unique form”, maybe telling Rainbow about the odd sport back home and talking with Twilight about your old life…
>The only thing that bothers you is the fact after a few weeks in Fluttershy started acting odd around you…
>you suspect it’s because she sees you as some big animal…you know how lovely dovey she can be around them
>its mostly just an annoyance, but not enough to spoil your time here though
>you haven’t felt this good in years
>you don’t even hear “him” anymore…
>Hell even you and Spike have grown close
>when you first came he was pretty suspicious of you, more so when you started hanging around Twilight….went around trying to prove you are an evil spy…
>in the end he was just worried you were trying to replace him as Twilights Number 1 assistant
>You but that fear to rest when you showed him your handwriting
>”wow that’s really bad…oh sorry…”
“No worries, I can barely read it myself sometimes”
>the baby dragon apologies profusely before getting an idea
>”HEY! Why don’t help you with your writing!”
>He strikes a proud pose
>”After all I am in the best writer in p0nyville, he-he”
>you laugh
>besides you are out of practice, never know when you’ll have to write a letter…
>after that you a Spike become fast friends
>life in Equestria is easy and enjoyable
>and the best thing that ever happened to you
>fuck, you really have to stop waiting to the last minute to get food
>well better pick up Spike and head to market….


>Before you open your eyes you know you are safe…
>the confront and warmth of a blanket and pillow warp your exhausted body…
>well let’s not get ahead of ourselves …
>you open your eyes …
>the tiled roof above you…good start
>You look to your left, past the IV stand you see and open widow
>you grin like a Cheshire Cat
>you did it
>you’re out
>you’re free
>you let out a chuckle
>”Did ya’ll hear that, you think he’s awake?”
>The familiar voice of your employer is a welcome confirmation
>”Don’t know, I’ll go check”
>the voice of a certain purple unicorn replies
>this is great!
>you’ve done, after all you been threw you’ve finally done it!
>some company will be great after the ordeal you’ve just been though
>you hear her at the door
>Just as the door creaks open you hear a voice whisper in your head
>”Hey! Pipe down!”
>for some reason you compile…
>you close your eyes, pretending to be asleep just as you feel the light from the hallway hit your body…
>a few long moments pass before you hear the door shut
>”No, he’s still asleep…I hope he’s okay…”
>”HE’S OKAY!? Didn’t you hear what Fluttershy said?” you hear a Caryn Pegasus yell
>What?
>”I just don’t think Anon would do that to himself just to hurt anyp0ny…”
>Oh no
>”Tell that to Fluttershy, did you see that black eye he gave her!?”
>”As much as I would hate to admit, Fluttershy wouldn’t lock anything up like that unless she had a good Reason.”
>Rarity is here to then…
>”But if Anon had gone crazy why didn’t she tell me? I could have gotten Princess Celestia to send some guards down to-“
>”She already told you! She was afraid they would hurt him”
>”Because he isn’t hurt now Rainbow?”
>There is a brief pause as you hear a wicked chuckle in the back of your head
>”Look I just think we should listen to what Anon has to say before jumping to any conclusions…”
>”I agree with Twilight!” you hear the Pink Party Pony say
>”yeah we haven’t even heard his side…”  The farm adds
>”But of course, I do hope the poor dear is okay…”
>”…fine…”
>fuck
>after all that, what’s going to happen to you?
>the chuckle in your head gets louder, more pronounced
>”So who is taking the first shift?”
>damn it…
>after all that you just escaped into a guided cage…
>Still trapped, just with different captors
>fuck…FUCK!
>you bite your lip
>trying to calm down
>as the voice erupts into to laughter
>at you…

>”What I tell you!”
>The voice echoes through your mind.
>”The only one you can trust is you!”
>Damn it…
>there is no way the p0nies would believe that the Element of Kindness locked you in her basement in an attempt to make you love her…
>with the elation of you freedom fading as the reality of your situation is bearing down you begin to notice the foreign emptiness in your mouth
>you raise you stump of your writing arm, now wrapped in a clean, white bandage…
>even if you could put forward an argument…
>shit
>”So what’s gonna happen to you? They lock you up again? Throw away the key? Just you and your thoughts for the rest of your life…sounds lovely…”
>You don’t know how long Fluttershy had you locked up, but if the Princess thinks you are an damager then you know it will be much longer…
>Shit…you can’t go back there is telling what you might do.
>”there is a way out you know…”
>you look to the window,  slightly ajar
>you think back to the voice
“I think you may be right…”
-
>you are only a story up, making its easy enough to make a rope out of the bed linin in the room…
>as you bare feet hit the soil you turn and observer your surroundings
>tools to gather…
>and a few stops to make…
>as you stride into the night there is only thing on your mind
>Is your burglary skills up to scratch from your youth?
>well…your about to find out.

>God
>Maybe heading to the Sweet Apple Ackers first wasn’t the best idea…
>the hospital gown doesn’t cover much and its chilly tonight
>”Don’t be stupid, it’s the furthest away, less back tracking, less getting caught…”
Yeah..yeah…
>You reach the barn
>its far enough away from the house that you don’t need to worry so long as you not make too much noise
>after a bit of looking you find your mark…
>your utility belt, complete with hammer, nails, handsaw, crowbar, everything you would need for handy work.
>turns out by the virtue of having hands made you quite useful to the apples , even if you weren’t the best at apple bucking…
-
>It’s a week after you first arrived
>you don’t like the fact you have done really nothing productive in that time…
>in fact you’ve been living of the kindness of strangers
>so after hearing that Applejack would need more help for that seasons harvest you jump at the opportunity
“So what, you just kick it?”
>”pretty much” replies the orange pony
>well okay then
>you give the tree a swift kick
>not an apple falls
>welp, this might not be easy…
>”um Anon….”
No, got it…
>you take a step back and then charge at the tree
>you hit it full pace with your shoulder
>you bounce back of just as the apples fall form the trees conveniently into the baskets around its base
>Applejack laughs with you as you pick yourself up
“Not the most sustainable way to do it, eh?”
>She chuckles again
>”Don’t fret partner, we’ll get you something to keep you busy.”
>you smile at the little farmer
“Thanks Applejack, I really appreciate this…”
-
>you smile….
>then your mind turn back to the task at hand
>you’re not done yet
>you set off, back into town….


>One the way back into town you notice Rainbow Dash’s cloud house…
>clouds must be pretty cheap…
>”The dyke has rich parents or…well you’ve seen how p0nies look at her…”
Oh shut up, nobody wants to hear that.
>she wasn’t your best friend…
>but you still had good times
-
>It’s not long after apple bunking season
>not quite winter yet so there is still a pleasant warmness around the place
>you’ve just finished describing Gaelic Football to Rainbow dash
>”So let me get this straight…there are all these different games to back on earth and you didn’t play any of them?”
“Not a one”
>”Wow Anon that’s pretty sad…”
>Ouch, pretty blunt
>but then a sly idea comes to mind
“Hey it’s not my fault I not athletic and more suited to academics…but that said I bet I could beat you in an arm wrestle…”
>she cocks her head
>”you mean hoof wrestle?”
>you frown
“whatever”
>So just like you are having an arm wrestle with a small blue pony…
>who is stronger than she looks…or maybe your just weak as shit, who knows?
>Just as you feel her gain the advantage you look over her shoulder
“hey Dash…is that the Wonderblots?”
>she quickly turns
>”where?”
>that’s all you need
>you slam her hoof on the table
“Sorry, wasn’t them.”
>you grin
>she scowls at you
>”That wasn’t fair Anon…”
“Hey I said I would win, never said I’d do it fairly.”
>She slams both hoves on the table
>”I WANT A REMATCH !”
“Sorry I can’t hear you over my victory dance”
>you begin prancing around the table
>”You cheated!”
“mind over matter Dashi!
>you skip into the sunset
>with the Pegasus cursing you all the way
-

“HEY! Task at hand!”
>you come back to the present
>nearly in town now
>got to be more careful…

>You close the door of Carousel Boutique
>didn’t take that long to pick the lock
>still got it…
>should be round here, AH!
>you find the costume that was made for you in the school play.
>yes, you weren’t in the school for little little ponies but they couldn’t find a more convincing Slasher, the robed evil monkey that steals filly’s in the night
>you were touched, really
-
>”Anon are you coming to the after party…”
>you look at the white unicorn, still with your Slasher suit on, and long coat with a hood with think sturdy jeans
“Formal or casual?”
> You put down the hood on you costume, really well made, even if it was just for a kids show.
>”Well I think you would look quite dapper in a suit.”
“Well that’s a problem, only had the clothes of my back as you know…”
>You’ve had a few shirts and the like made for you since then of course, just haven’t had the money for any fancy.
>”Not a problem follow me.”
>She walks off with her head held high
>this should be good
>You enter the Boutique to find a new suit waiting for you
“Rarity, I can’t accept this.”
>”Yes you can, think of it as a thank you from the town for make this year’s play extra special
>you can’t help but smile, you always like suits
>you suit up, prefect fit.
>”Not a bad peace of work if I do say so myself”
“not bad at all”
>you agree
>you smile
“May I escort My Lady to the ball?”
>”Oh such a gentleman, lead the way good Sir”
…
-
>You finishing putting on the costume
>No matter its original purpose its strong, warm and waterproof
>it’s also made to fit, that can’t be taken for granted when very few residents are bi-peddle
>moving on.

>the lock on Sugercube Conner proves as much a challenge as the last
>You’re in, a few treats to go with the apples you took back at the farm…but
>you go to the kitchen to get the real prise…
>you add a few sharp knives to add to you ever growing inventory
>you hear a chuckle in your head
“Sure those will come in handing”
Shut up, no one asked you…
>you hear a distinctive snore upstairs
>hard to think of a friendlier p0ny than pinkie, a little over bearing but friendly none the less.
-
>You’ve had a pretty shit day
>every so often you sub-conscionably question the point the all hard work you did getting your life back on track now you are living in magic horsey land
>one thing leads to another and well...let’s just say you find it shockingly easy to piss yourself off
>you go on a walk to try to get out of the rut you put yourself in
>“Hiya Anon!”
>the Pink Pony dives at you, seminally from nowhere.
“Gah!? Pinkie what are you doing”
>”Well as saw you waking around, which isn’t weird because you go on walks all the time, but you looked sad, which is weird because your usually so happy, so I thought “oh no, Anon’s feeling down”, so then I ran up to you to cheer you up!”
>she stands there looking at you with a huge grin on her face…
“That’s very nice pinkie…”
>”So Anon what’s got you down?”
>well better tell her, you will never hear the end of it if you don’t
“Well, just about all the work I did back home, how it doesn’t matter here, annoys me you know?”
>The Pink pony looks at you with smile
>”Silly Anon, it doesn’t doesn’t matter!”
”what you mean?”
>”if it wasn’t for the work you did then, you wouldn’t be you silly, and if you weren’t you then you couldn’t have done the things that made you you and would you would be a completely different person!”
>you think back to how you where before, how you changed for the better, how school and uni helped with that…
>so that’s all it took then
“heh, your right Pinkie, thanks for cheering me up.”
The pony giggles
>“No problem Anon, what are friends for?”
there is a pause…
>”soooo…wanta go to Sugarcube Conner?”
“Pinkie, I would love to”
-

>One more stop….
>one more stop till your home free.

>You arrive at the Library…
>again the door is a piece of piss…
>It’s like these p0nies never expected a human with lockpicking skills to break into their homes
>Just picking up a few writing martials and a lamp, maybe a few books
>Project Horizons may have jumped the shark, but damn you’ve invested too much time to give up on it now…
>You take a look around the library
>you are going to miss Twilight the most
>you liked the time you spend here, talking about back home
-
“Well earth isn’t the nicest place either”
>Twilight just finished telling you about the greatest disasters to befall Equestria…Nightmare Moon, Discord…
>and as far as you are aware none of them had any casualties…
>maybe you should not bring up the World Wars just yet…
>”Worse than Elder Gods breaking gravity?”
>you pause, you think back to your youth, they people you met, the people they hurt, the people you hurt…
“In a way yes…people aren’t just as nice as ponies.”
>”Well if half they are as nice as you then I don’t see why it would be a bad place.”
>she smiles…
>you don’t
“To tell you the truth, I wasn’t always the nicest guy Twilight”
>”What do you mean?”
>great, how do you explain this to a pony…
“Well you see I was…”
>you remember the anger and aloneness, how even when you put your life on track it festered in the back of your mind, tormenting you….all till recently.
>”…I was very sick for a long time, I did something’s I am not proud of and even when I stopped acting that way part of me didn’t stop thinking like it…”
>Twilight looks at you concern on her face
“But that doesn’t matter now, I am better now, in fact coming her really helped.”
>yes, his silence has been deafening
>he’s gone for good now
>she still doesn’t look convinced
“Twilight trust me, I am well now, and you guys have been a big part of it.”
>she looks up and you smile
”thanks…”
>She smiles back..
>getting off topic…
”So what else do you want to know?”
>”Oh yeah I would like to-”
-
>Always had a million questions that one…
>right
>Parchment, pens, food, tools, clothes and an Oil lamp…
>that should do it
>”Good, no loitering, you stick out like a sore thumb”
Yeah, yeah…
>as you turn to the door your arm catches a pile of books to the floor, causing a long band to shatter the silence in the empty Library...
>SHIT, is it Twilights turn watching the door, if-
>”Are you as retarded as you are clumsy!? FUCKING RUN!”
>you comply, dashing out into the night
>towards your final destination
>Fluttershys’ cottage, right on the edge of the Everfree…

>You stand in front of your former prison
>the quaint little cottage, in which lived the kindest soul in Equstria
>”This is the last Chance you’re going to get…”
>without thinking  you hand goes down to you belt
>you lift the heavy mallet in your hand
>”after all you at you…you are in a sorry state”
>you empty mouth becomes all the more obvious, as does the lightness on your right side
>”and she is the reason you have to level your perfect little life here…”
>a spike of rage flares up in your brain, you grip the mallet tighter
>he’s right!
>you were never happier and she ruined it
>you take a step towards the house…
>…
“No.”
>you stop
“I am not you”
>”After what she did to you! You’ll just let her get away with it?”
“Yeah…”
>you turn away looking got a spot to write, where you won’t be spotted
>”if you are sure “you’re not me” then why are leaving?”
>you chuckle
“There is only many limbs a man can lose before he cracks….”
>you set up the lamp behind the chicken coup, bringing out some parchment
“and I don’t want to be you”
>you try to get to hold the pen in your left hand, not easy
>heh,  you can make a rope out of bed linin and pick locks with nothing but your weak hand and teeth but not right a fucking letter
>you chuckle again
>and begin writing your goodbye



>God that was shit…
>you never were a good writer and losing your strong hand certainly didn’t help
>its barely legible and full of spelling mistakes
>bah no point hammering into the fence, no point risking waking anyp0ny up for the sake of some scrawl
>You about to throw away the paper when you hear a voice
>”ANON!”
>what?
>you turn to see a purple dragon running
>”ANON!”
>you put your finger on your lips
“Shussssh!”
>”Oh, sorry…”
>there is a short pause
>”Anon, where are you going, your hurt you need to go back to the hospital.”
>you shake your head…you can’t go back
>”but Anon…then let me go with you.”
>you shake your head again…
>”but Anon…”
“Spek pees”
>god damn it you sound stupid…
>you hold out the letter to him
>if anyone can read it it’s him, hell he can read your writing better that you
>you hold out your remaining fist
>Spike has a tears in his eyes as he bumps you back
>you smile
“bak too bed…”
>the dragon turns your letter in his hands
>that’s your affairs in order
>you didn’t point any fingers, just apologies for the break ins and a few good byes…
>you look back at the cottage…
>she isn’t bad, just sick
>and you hanging around won’t help her get better, no matter what happens…
>and in the end who does Equstria need more…The Element of Kindness or a one armed mad man?
>you take a final look back the Ponyville…
>it’s been good…
>you then look towards the Everfree
>but all good things have to come to an end.






>You take a step towards the forest
>There won’t be a drought in Rainbow’s mind that you where the bad guy in the whole affair
>she would be completely loyal to Fluttershy, right to the end
>another step
>Rarity won’t be able to believe Fluttershy would be capable of what she did, in the end she’ll she you as the villain
>closer still the forest
>Applejack won’t be sure until she got your side, but you running away will colour her views…
>close now
>Pinkie…well you don’t know what she’ll think, probably would sad to see you go, but she’ll not hold it against Fluttershy
>you stand in front of the forest
>

>”you’ll probably die you know…”
“I’ll take you with me, so it’s not all bad…”
>he’s right…
>in the state you’re in
>now now, let’s try to be positive about the whole thing…
>you exam the gnarled trees
>it wouldn’t be the first time a late night walk in the woods improved your life
>you begin waking
>after all, no more work, no more bills
>you finally have your freedom…
>you stop
>freedom?
>you smile
>and pick up the pace
>free from everything!
>you make your way through the trees with a steady jog
>free from having to do anything for anyone aside from yourself!
>You laugh as you begin to run
>FREEDOM!
>A new life! Free from the stigmas from the two before!
>You sprit through your new home
>Laughing at the top of your lungs
>FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
>…free…