Curious Case of Doctor Anon and Mr Ymous chap 2

>you stroll through the empty streets of Ponyvilie
>the air is crisp and the sky is clear
>It would be a most enjoyable walk if such conditions didn’t make the ghastly sights of the town more apparent…
>you never did like how bold Carousel Boutique looked, or the mule who lived there
>always commenting how your clothes where too formal
>nor did you like the offensively sweet scents from Surgercube Conner along with the hyper activate freak whom caused them
>you can bear it no longer
>you head out of town, towards the apple farm
>you are strolling past the fence when you notice the farmers sister, that annoying little yellow ball, always wining about the lack of a blemish on her rump, sneaking out from her homestead …
>“Hiyah An..on?”
>given the unpleasantness of your walk thus far you feel the need to relive some tension
>You kick the filly with all your might, sending her rocketing through the air, landing in a heap several feet away.
>she cries out in a mix of surprise, terror and pain
>you walk on by the screaming filly, tis none of your concern
>”What in the hey is going on out there!?”
>bah, things are never easy with these repulsive little creatures.

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>The farmer runs towards the crying ball
>”What happen here Applebloom!?”
>”he…he kicked me…”
>the orange pony looks you dead in the eyes
>”is this true…Anon?”
>confusion spreads across her simple face; the slowness of these creatures is most irritating…
“I am afraid you are mistaken, we meet this morning, Miss…Applejack was it?”
>“save your pleasantries mister! Did you hurt mah sister!?”
>You have never seen a p0ny look at anything with such disgust, it is almost enough to make you smile
>but alas you must maintain a measure of normality for the time being.
“I am terribly sorry, I took a stroll to try to get my bearings, your sibling surprised me and being unfamiliar with this land I lashed out….”
>your tone is more matter-of-factly than you would have liked….
>the farmer is not convinced….
>”Well your coming to the doctor with us mister! You can foot the bill for the night call….”
“but of course…”
>you are unable to hide your sneer.
>The stroll cost you 200 bits, small change to a doctor that revolutionised treatments in under a year, but it’s the principle that counts….
>and every pony in the room, all looked at you liked the never did a Dr Anon
>a mix of hate, disgust, contempt….
>fear
>Before parting ways the small beasts you hear the farmer’s voice
>”Wait….I didn’t catch yer name…”
>you turn
“the name is Mr Ymous….”
>everp0ny in the room is taken back at that
>you smile and bid goodnight to the little idiots.

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>You arrive home a short time later
>you couldn’t help but notice these creatures’ reactions to you…
>throughout the day everyp0ny had seemed to recoil away from, while a welcomed turn in events you couldn’t help but feel it was odd, considering their warmness to Dr Anon
>you set out to your bedroom to examine what physical changes might have occurred
>Looking into the mirror you finally understand why your where avoided as if you were a vagrant.
>you are hunched over glaring at yourself with gaunt eyes and  a furrowed brow on placed on a face with deep lines all haphazardly hidden under the shadows cast by your top hat, which defying all logic now appears far more sinister than when Dr Anon wears it.
>every feature of your body looks cruel…
>evil…
ha
>you can’t help it.
>HAhaha…..
>you begin laughing like a mad man
>HHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
>you clap your hands over your face in an effort to regain control when suddenly the laughter turns to sobbing
>Oh God! What have you become!?

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>The guilt of today’s exploits hits you with the force of a battleship
>those foul thoughts
>those cruel intentions
>how you hurt poor Fluttershy
>and that little child, good lord, what kind of soulless monster would behaved in such a way and not feel any remorse?
>you look into the mirror only to be greeted by a familiar face
>the foul brew most have worn off and not a moment too soon
>you rush down the stairs and bust through the door to your study
>you gather the ingredients and notes needed to create the vile mixture
>you approach the vat of acid you keep for destroying dangerous samples
>And this concoction is the height of dangerous
>you were a fool! What folly to try to alter what is a man; such trespasses are affront to all that is good and decent.
>you are about to send all that could be used to recreate the brew to oblivion when something stays your hand
>a thought creeps into the back of your head….
>you have never felt such freedom, to be so unbound, the ability to not care
>It was eutrophic
>No, it is too dangerous you have no idea what you would be capable of if pushed.
>but think of what you could for your trade without petty morals binding your brilliance,
>your hand hangs over the vat, in stalemate…

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