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[TITLE REDACTED]  PretendWritefag Thu Jan 30 01:03:20 2014 No.15992173
Quoted by: >>15992261 >>15994399

>it's 4 am
>sitting at home
>you should be in bed for work tomorrow, but you don't have to work until 3 anyway
>browsing /mlp/
>fucking faggots everywhere
>hugbox here, drawthread there
>what what's this?
>Story Time?
>option one, go to Equestria, yadda yadda yadda...
>no sex?
>fuck that
>little anon needs his love
>option two
>your favorite pony will be sent to you
>other details
>blah blah blah
>of course option two is the way to go
>...
>why does it feel like someone is standing right behind you?
>"Option Two, correct?"
>like Flash Gordon, you're up and facing the person behind you
>you're heart has already run the Indiana 500 4 times
>who the hell is this queer?
>he's huge, gotta be 500 pounds or more, and the fact that he fits in your room is a miracle
>his beard is longer than Odin's and he can barely breathe without wheezing
>all you can smell suddenly is cum and cheetos
>not a good combo
>he throws down a huge cardboard box on your bed and throws down some naruto-ass smokescreen
>gone with the blink of an eye
>wtf.jpg
>you stare at the box hard
>don't do it, Anon
>if you open that box, you'll be dooming yourself
>you think about it
>well, first you put skype in away because that shit is annoying as hell
>the box is freezing cold, like it'd be let out in the snow overnight
>that isn't a good sign
>you tear open the box using all your lack of might, then drop your tool directly afterwards, jaw agape in shock
>no fucking way
>it can't be
>that thread wasn't bullshit after all?
"Holy shit... Oh my god..."
>right there, lying in the mess of cardboard shreds and packing peanuts, was a pony you thought you'd never see with your own eyes
>King Sombra

Alright, /mlp/ here's yet another story to feast your eyes on. What the fuck should we do?

Anonymous Thu Jan 30 03:32:41 2014 No.15994399
Quoted by: >>15994409 >>15994440

>>15992261

>>15992173
>you look him over anxiously
>he's got a black eye (hard to tell through the dark fur), a broken jaw, and just about everything else on his body swollen
>OP sure did a bang-up job this time
>considering your options, you go back to the thread and actually read the rules
>can't be seen by anyone, will fall in love with you
>that's about all you get out of it
>you figure you better wake him up and explain something to him
>he's the fucking crystal king, could you imagine how fast he would scorch you?
"Oh boy..."
>you shake you head, thinking of how you should wake him
>well you do have those leftover christmas candles
>those would remind him of the Crystal Empire
>...right?
>your room is a small 8x8, with little room to pace
>you decide it'd be better to step outside and let the brisk air settle your mind
>you pace, back and forth, thinking to yourself
"How exactly do you wake up a near-death pony? Should you wake up a near-death pony?"
>you check your phone for time
>it's four fuckin thirty
>geez, Anon, you gotta go to work tomorrow still
>without thinking, you step back inside, not even feeling your body shiver
>you stare at the unmoving mass in your bed as you re-enter your room
>that's it
>time to get serious
>doing your best impression of Jackie Chan, you throw your hardest kick right to his ribs
>he's up instantly
1/2

>> Anonymous Thu Jan 30 03:33:55 2014 No.15994409
Quoted by: >>15994440 >>15994858 >>15997794

>>15994399

>he roars louder than anything you've ever heard in your short life
>you're hiding at the foot of your bed, currently considering your options for escape
>that is until you feel an aura lift you
>your body turns and suddenly you're facing the tyrant king that enslaved ponies in a show you once thought was just something to point fingers at and joke about
>he's definitely hurt
>you can see him squinting, trying to focus on what's just in front of him
>with one eye
>he's growling, but his mouth makes no movements whatsoever
>the smallest twitch it does make causes him to cringe with intense pain
"Before you do anything rash--"
>"Raawwwrggh..."
>ok so now you wonder if he can even talk
>wouldn't that be fun?
"--Let me help you. You're badly hurt."
>he's eyeing you carefully
>again, with that single eye
>he sets you down carefully, but you wobble in place, not expecting the magic to let you go so slowly
>"Slaaaave...?"
"I can be...?"
>he lets out a small huff
"We'll talk about it later. First, let's address all the damage."
>you run upstairs, grabbing the first aid kit and an ice pack or three
>before returning downstairs, you suddenly realize you have no fucking clue how to help his injuries
"I'll just take him to a vet."
>no you dumbshit
>remember the rules
>if anyone else finds out about him, that's it
>there will be no more Sombra
>you just gotta think logically
>ice lowers swelling
>for a black eye, he needs a steak, right?
>but how are you supposed to fix up a broken jaw?
>you flip out your phone quickly and read the first link
>it suggests a cast
>well that's going to require a trip to the store and the rest of what you had planned to save this week
>the consequences of 4chan
2/2
How should we approach this situation guys?

[TITLE REDACTED]  PretendWritefag Thu Jan 30 12:16:52 2014 No.15997794
Quoted by: >>15997906

>>15994409
>you realize a cast for the jaw is pretty stupid
>a broken jaw can heal itself, mother always said
>then again, she died from an infection to her toe
>......
>you sure have one roller coaster life
>you run back to your small room with everything you need
>Sombra lies on your bed, silent, staring at you curiously
>you place the first aid kit on your desk and hold out your ice packs
"Listen, I know you're in pain, so your going to need these."
>he lets out a small growl
"One for that eye, and the others you should move around your body. You're swollen all over."
>the Crystal king takes all three ice packs from you with his magic and quickly begins hitting target areas
>you notice him shiver hard
>right, it is -10° outside
>quietly, you drape a blanket over him
>he really seems to be happy about that
>"Thhhhank you."
"Oh, you're welcome."
>wait a diddly darn minute
>King Sombra just thanked you
>that's fucking surreal
>with forceps and cotton ball in hand, you go in for closer inspection
>you quickly realize he isn't only swollen just about everywhere
>he's marred with cuts all over his face and chest
"This is going to sting a little, but it's going to help all your wounds heal, ok?"
>he tenses up like you had in your younger years
>he knows your helping, but he hates this part
>as gingerly as you can, you touch the cuts, letting the peroxide take affect
>the king is no cry baby though
>he takes it all like a champ
>you grin widely and stroke his side
"You're doing fantastic, Sombra."
>he tenses up
>the ice packs have stopped moving
>shitshitshit
>"Yoooou... know my naaaaame?"

Watdo /mlp/?

[TITLE REDACTED] PretendWritefag  01/31/14(Fri)14:32 UTC-5 No.16019477Replies: >>16019497
I lied

"Y-yeah, of course I do. You are the Crystal King after all!"
>god dammit, Anon
>you're sweating fucking everywhere and it feels like spaghetti is about to leak from your pants
>you see him raise an eyebrow, then simply shrug and get back to work on himself
>what a relief
>"And whooooo might you be? A serval monkey?"
>you can't decide whether to be complimented or offended
"Neither. I'm Anonymous."
>he's staring at you with the most curious eyes, a gaze you never thought you see from the dark lord
>"Anoooonymoussss?"
"Anonymous, yes."
>"What an idiotic naaaaame."
>right in the heart
>you notice his eyes flick upwards, a sudden look of seething rage now across his face
>he seems to have noticed your princess collection, although only three ponies strong
>he lets out a blast of intense heat, scorching your forearms and giving you the worst pain you've ever felt
>you're much to busy now screaming in pain on the ground to notice he just annihalted $20 you didn't have to spare
>you hear the deepest gasp from Sombra
>"Curses, I did not meeeean to..."
>he cuts off
>it's definitely odd to hear sincerity in his voice
>especially about hurting someone
>he lifts you with his magic and sets you next to him
>you're shaking from the pain, unable to even see straight
>what the hell were you thinking, Anon?
>couldn't you have any other pony as a favorite?
>you feel something suddenly enveloping your arms

>> PretendWritefag  01/31/14(Fri)14:33 UTC-5 No.16019497
>>16019477
>a cool aura
>your vision seems to clear and the unwarranted tears stop entirely
>you roll your head over to see Sombra working some unicorn magic on the target area
>he's healing you
>you hiccup slightly, emotion filling to the brim
>"Ssssssay nothing, Anonymous. This is merely a kindnessss."
>your lip is quivering, and you feel like a serious faggot right now, but you can't explain how happy you feel about this moment right now, even if there's nothing too special about it
>you try and open your mouth to say something, but Sombra stares holes through you and you heed him
>he lets out a little grunt as he stops healing you
>you look at your arms
>the pain is completely gone and the smoldering skin that was present just moments ago had reverted to normal human skin
>what great power
>the king rolls onto his back and cries out in pain
"Sombra! You shouldn't be moving around like that! Are you ok?"
>with great ferocity, his head whips in your direction
>"Of course I'm not ok! Thissss is the worst state my body's ever been innnn..."

[TITLE REDACTED] PretendWritefag 02/17/14(Mon)21:11 UTC-5 No.16357789
Replies: >>16357873

>you quietly reach over and pet his mane slowly
>you feel comfort in the gesture, but you've no idea how Sombra feels about it
>he is still
>you listen to his breathing
>it's normal on all accounts
>that's a good sign
"...H... Hooowww... Did I get heeere...?"
>he stares at your plain white ceiling with an empty gaze
>you try to form words, but you've always sucked at this
"Well... I guess I brought you here."
>even on weakened muscles and shaky hooves, he jumps up immediately, eyes red with fury and leaking dark magic
"Wait! Wait! I'm not done yet!"
>his eyes are fixed upon you
>way to fuck yourself in one easy step
"I'm not the guy that hurt you!"
>Sombra immediately faltered and collapsed back onto the bed
>it's a queen sized mattress and he easily takes up half
"I'm someone who wanted you here with me, and see, I didn't think that could happen."
>"Whhhhy would you want meeee here with yoooou?"
"Because you're my favorite, Sombra."
>pause
>longer pause
>a snort
>"Lies."
"I'm not lying, you jackass!"
>"How can Iiiii be some huuuman's favorite anythinnnng?"
"Because you're awesome! That armor, that cape, those fucking eyes, dude you are the epitome of villain! Chrysalis has nothing on you, dude!"
>Sombra stared at you
>it was weird to see him looking directly into your soul with simple red eyes, no green scolera, no evil aura pouring out of him
>"Sssso I looked that best?"
"Yes."
>"Is that allll it takessss to impresss you?"
"Not necessarily, but right there is my main reason you're my favorite."
>"There are morrrre?"
"Absolutely! You've got great power, you ruled the Crystal Kingdom with an iron hoof, you were in tiptop shape to reclaim your kingdom--"
>"And that purrrrple brat haaad to ruiiin everythinnnng..."
"Right, exactly! I didn't want that to happen. The Crystal Kingdom was yours. You owned it."
>Sombra smiled as he reminisced with you
>"Ssssadly, evil never triumphs..."
>you began to pet him again

[TITLE REDACTED] PretendWritefag 02/17/14(Mon)21:24 UTC-5 No.16358067
Replies: >>16366718

>it was weird
>his mane felt like a mane, but it definitely looked like a floating shadow
"Evil doesn't triumph. But that's ok. You don't need to be evil here. I'll teach you the ways of being... normal, I guess I could say."
>now he eyed you with a mix of unease and anger
>"You're joking, correct?"
>you shake your head, shivering but trying your best to be calm
"No, Sombra. I'll let you ease into it. I'll be your slave for as long as you need, but you're going to have to learn to be civil with the people around here, ok?"
>with a huff, Sombra turned away from you
>"As lonnnng as I have one slavvvve, I don't caaaaare..."
>you smiled
>little anon was excited by these thoughts, but you repositioned him
>he would not ruin tonight
"Would you like anything?"
>"A glassss of water will do me just fiiiine for now..."
>you quickly run upstairs and rummage through the cabinet, grabbing a decent sized glass and filling it near to the brim with tap water
>it wasn't much, but hey, in the sticks you don't need too much more
>you amble back over to the room with a smile and a little bit of a pant going
"Here you are, sir."
>there goes your inner cashier, kicking in
>levitation magic snags the glass away from you and you hear Sombra take the teeniest sip from it, then place it on the desk directly beside the bed
>"I'd liiike to be leffft alone for the niiight..."
>shit
>you don't really have anywhere else to sleep
>living in a little shithole like this was already hard enough
>it was most literally a kitchen with a bedroom attached
>cheapest thing out here
>gotta live cheap
>cheap cheap cheap
"I do apologize, King, but there is nowhere else--"
>his eyes turned from red to ice blue and shot right through your heart
>there was nothing more you could do
>you unplugged your laptop, took your phone charger, and trudged upstairs
>almost 6 fucking AM
>what a disaster tomorrow would be
>plus you'd have to wake up early to make sure Sombra understood he was to stay put

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[TITLE REDACTED] PretendWritefag 02/17/14(Mon)21:31 UTC-5 No.16358205

>what have you gotten yourself into, Anon?
>with a slump and a sigh, you trudge over to your kitchen, greeted by the cockroaches that you'd so avoided the other few times
>you plug your life force in and begin the nightly ritual
>iTunes, check
>Trixie by Silva Hound, check
>phone plugged in, check
>alarm set, check
>you make sure the alarm is half an hour earlier than usual
>you absolutely need to make sure Sombra doesn't try anything while you're out
>you feel yourself start to fade a little bit, but there's a small sound coming from your room
>a howl of pain
>you groan and stand up, grabbing a handful of ibuprofen
>you go back inside and knock on the wall
"Sombra?"
>"WHAT?"
>man, he got snappy fast
"You're going to need to take these if you're going to make it through the night."
>he snatched them from you and guzzled his water in the blink of an eye
>he slams himself back down onto the bed and just about immediately begins snoring
>whatabitch.png
>you go back to your sleeping spot
>you let yourself drift into your wonderland
"Ahh... Hello Pinkie, it's so nice to see you again."
>"Anon! I've missed you so much all day!"
"Don't worry, we have the night to ourselves."

[TITLE REDACTED] PretendWritefag 02/19/14(Wed)22:57 UTC-5 No.16391964
Replies: >>16401038 >>16401514

>you wake up just before your alarm goes off
>shutting it off, you quietly shimmy over to your room
>you can hear Sombra's snores from within
>you're going to have to wake him up
>just gotta hope for the best
>you knock softly
"S-Sombra?"
>there's no reply
"K-King Sombra?"
>there's a soft groan, followed by a yawn
>"Yessss...?"
>you hear him rubbing his eyes
"Sombra, I need to speak with you really quick."
>you hear your bed squeak, a couple soft hoofsteps, and the door opens before you
>standing in front of you is a messy maned, black-eyed, weary crystal king
>he was really cute in this state
"Sombra, I have to go for a couple hours."
>"Why did this require my attention?"
"I can't take you with me, and you can't leave."
>he stared at you with his red eyes, biting his lip
>he merely shrugged
>"Alright then. How long shall you be gone?"
"I should be back in 5 hours."
>"That's not that long. Do you have sudoku?"
>you blink in surprise
>they have sudoku in Equestria?
"Y-yeah, I have a book. It used to be one of my favorite games, but I get bored to fast."
>"You speak too much. Fetch me that book, a pencil, and let's work on some breakfast, shall we?"
>his tone is straight up demeaning, but you don't disobey a word he says
>you sit him at your kitchen table, which is actually a bunch of couch cushions around a box, with the puzzle book and a few number 2 pencils, sharpener included
>he gets right to work, using his mouth and seemingly finishing two puzzles in mere minutes
>you open your fridge with curious eyes
"Sombra, what do you eat?"
>"Anyshing a' awrr. Wha' have you?"
>you let out a giggle, but clear your throat
"I have eggs, bagels, romaine lettuce, turnips that I don't know what to do with, carrots, hot dogs, burgers, and milk."
>Sombra let go of the pencil and looked at you
>"I would like eggs with hot dogs chopped and mixed in."
"You got it, boss."
>you grab your ingredients eagerly, warming up a pan and applying butter

[TITLE REDACTED] PretendWritefag 02/19/14(Wed)23:08 UTC-5 No.16392141
Replies: >>16401514 >>16403026

>you lean against the counter, waiting and watching Sombra curiously
>he's got great concentration, and all the swelling over his body has decreased substantially
>this is a good time to observe him fully
>he has the realistic look to him
>no outline or anything silly like that
>it was definitely insane to see him in full detail, scabbed over nicks, matted fur, unruly mane
>it truly was a sight for sore eyes
>the weirdest thing was realizing that there was nothing censoring him
>his pony sheath was just there, and you bit your lip, thinking of what could come out at any time
>you crack your eggs into the pan and begin scrambling immediately
>"Anonymous."
>you don't turn
>this is a very crucial moment in egg cooking
"Yes, Sombra?"
>"Do you have anything elssse?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
>this time, you actually turn, just to see Sombra on the last page of the sudoku book, with the puzzle filled completely
"Did you go to the back and cheat?"
>"...There are answers in the rear of this book?"
>you're completely shocked
"Never mind. Yeah, I have plenty more. I'll get them for you right after breakfast."
>you flip your eggs and sweat a little
>he's probably 42 times smarter than you
>how are you supposed to convince someone with that amount of knowledge and power to stay with you?
>how do you stop him from abandoning you?
>you head began to spin, but you managed to place a place in front of him and make one for yourself
"Bon Appetit, Sombra."
>he raised and eyebrow
>"What are you, gay?"
>you immediately freeze
"What no of course not. What? Me, gay? Are you serious? That's preposterous. Gay... yeah... no..."
>you slump a little
>well this definitely stinks, and you need to leave for work soon
>you shove your face full of food, hop in the shower, manage your hair, and toss the other dozen puzzle books from your untouched collection at Sombra before running out the door
"See you later tonight, Sombra!"
>there was a faint "seeya," but nothing too recognizable

[TITLE REDACTED] PretendWritefag 02/20/14(Thu)02:52 UTC-5 No.16395341
Replies: >>16401514

>you roll back up to your house in your beaten Hyundai Elantra
>that thing needed an oil change 40,000 miles ago
>whoops
>you sigh and plunk your head on the steering wheel
>work fucking sucks every day
>there's a couple nice white folk there
>mostly, it's hicks and niggers
>using up the system for it's food stamps and whatnot
>no time to think about that now though
>you unlock your door and enter the tiny house
>Sombra's literally standing right there
>it looked like he'd been standing there all day
>he looked up at you with a blank expression
>seems emotions haven't come to him yet
>or maybe he never learned...?
"How long have you been standing there?"
>"2 hours, 14 minutes, and 41 seconds."
>there was a pause while you stared at him
"You counted every single second?"
>"There's nothing else to do in this infernal abode!"
>the anger in his voice resonated throughout your ears as he suddenly went from lifeless doll to conqueror
"I'm sorry, but I left you with every puzzle book imaginable. What happened?"
>"I finished them. I finished them all. Then I wanted to go outside and relieve myself of the night's buildup, but then I remembered you had banned me from stepping outdoors."
>it was really weird to listen to him forming complete and knowledgeable sentences
>"Let me out, now."
>you were the house on the end of the street
>err... flat on the end of the street
>flat that father built with his own two hands and cheap ideas
>you gestured for him to go
>he sprinted faster than your eyes could manage
>you hear a slight rustle, a tinkling, and the gracious sound of relief from Sombra
>minutes go by, but the sound does not falter
>how terrible of you, leaving someone at home with a full bladder and whatever else
>you wait for a full fifteen minutes before Sombra returns
>he has a contented look, but still no smile
>it's mostly in his eyes
>you invite him back in and head for your car once more
>you grab the groceries you had considered asking Sombra for a hand with

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[TITLE REDACTED] PretendWritefag 02/20/14(Thu)03:16 UTC-5 No.16395584
Replies: >>16401514

>tons of new food is coming into the house
>sure, you'd been saving up for autistic things like conventions and bad dragon
>but that didn't matter
>what mattered was impressing Sombra as best you could
>he was your guest, technically
>you put everything away, items ranging from a new gallon of milk to celery, sour cream to cheesecake, and rack of lamb to strip steak
>Sombra trots up quietly behind you, eyeing your work
>"What exactly are you doing?"
"Stocking my fridge. You've never had to do such a thing, huh?"
>Sombra gave off a perplexed look
>"No, I haven't. Otherssss have always dealt with that silly stuff for me."
>you grinned and closed the fridge
"That 'silly stuff' is what's going to keep us fed, you know."
>you looked at him
>his fur was still matted and his mane still uncouth
>time to teach him to shower
"Sombra, come with me. You need a shower."
>Sombra seemed utterly offended by these words
>"Are you saying I smell, Anonymous?"
"Not particularly, but have you seen yourself?"
>there was a silence
>you knew the answer
>"Fine. I shall shower."
"Wiiiiith?"
>Sombra's eyes became ice once more
>"You, serval."
>you grin, your victory clear as day
>the two of you walk over to your tiny bathroom, the epitome of fear for anyone with claustrophobia, with little space between the toilet, the sink, and the tub
>you begin to strip your clothes off
>you notice Sombra's unease about that as he shields his eyes from everything you could offer
>you chuckle and tap him
"Something wrong? I'm sure you've seen stallions all around Equestria. I'm nothing special, no need to be afraid."
>that was the one thing that didn't bother you like it did everyone else
>being naked, that is
>Sombra let out a growl and used his magic to figure out which way the knobs turned and which was hot and cold.
>soon water was running warmly and he stepped in
>you quickly followed and snatched up the shampoo bottle
>you lathered his mane up and went to work, though he protested loudly

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[TITLE REDACTED] PretendWritefag 02/20/14(Thu)03:24 UTC-5 No.16395682
Replies: >>16401514 >>16403026

"But isn't this what you wanted, Sombra? A slave?"
>"There are even limits for me, Anonymous!"
>you just couldn't help yourself
>it was really fun doing what he said and still torturing him in a way
>after you had thoroughly washed his mane, you let him do the rest himself, although running your fingers through his mane was one of the best feelings you've had in a while
>physical interaction, why do you torture us so?
>you let the water run over your body as part of your relaxation routine
>there wasn't much you enjoyed more than water flowing over your body in high pressure
>it was truly calming after a day of dealing with numskulls, knuckleheads, and dickwads
>"...Anonymous?"
"Yes, Sombra?"
>"Tell me, exactly where am I?"
>your body froze
"Come again?"
>his muzzle wrinkled up angrily, but he winced painfully
>"I don't like repeating myself. Where am I?"
"I'm going to need you to be specific. We're on Earth."
>"Earth? What is Earth?"
>Sombra leapt out of the shower, drying himself off, but not breaking eye contact with you
"It's a planet in the Milky Way Solar System."
>"Ahh, Milky Way! So she owns this domain?"
"Nnnno. It's just the name of the solar system."
>now Sombra was furious, the dark magic returning to his eyes
>"Where is Equestria?"
"I really don't know."
>"What do you mean?"
"You're nowhere near home and I don't know how to get you back!"

[TITLE REDACTED] PretendWritefag 02/21/14(Fri)12:44 UTC-5 No.16415707
Replies: >>16416032 >>16417104

>there was silence
>you'd just let it out
>Sombra stared at you bleakly
>his eyes darted a little, thoughts springing into his mind
>his horn glowed, and you felt your testes clench quite a bit
>"Whhhaaaaat are you talking about?"
>you try your best to hold back your girlish screams
"I mean... I don't know where Equestria is..."
>the look of pure unfiltered anger was one you thought you'd never see outside of a housebitch
>the grasp grows tighter
>you have to let out a yelp
>"How exactly did I get here?"
"I wished you here because you're the best pony and I didn't think it'd be possible to even have a pony in this universe so I thought 'I want Sombra,' now please letgoofmyjunkthisfuckinghurts!"
>the grip loosened and Sombra began to storm out of the bathroom
>"You had better start wishing me back."
>you slump with sadness, but quickly whip up a plan
"Why would you wanna go back and be defeated by the princesses again when you can just live here and call this your kingdom?"
>Sombra stopped in his tracks
>you stared at him as droplets of water fell from his mane
>his body rose and dipped slightly with every breath he took
>he turned and stared at you once more
>his entire muzzle was wrinkle in disgust at your suggestion
>"Because I have no true purpose in this world. I have no reason to stay here. And I don't. Like. You."

[TITLE REDACTED] PretendWritefag 02/26/14(Wed)17:21 UTC-5 No.16507753

>the shower water pelted your body, but you could feel nothing but numbness
>Sombra angrily clomped away, evil leaking from his eyes
>it was weird though
>it seemed like the dark magic was falling as tears would
>you slowly turn the shower off and stand for another few moments, still unknowing of what to do
>you hear the door to your room close shut
>you try and clear your thoughts, but you're coming up with cluttered information of what you should do, what you should've done, and what to eat
>silently, you sneak yourself into the kitchen and begin preparing dinner
>it takes about 45 minutes, but you create something that at least looks sorta gourmet
>you don't know quite what to call it, but you don't really care
>there's just emptiness inside you
>you make a plate for Sombra and walk over to the door
>it opens before you can even knock, Sombra only holding it open a crack, icy blue eyes pressed towards you
>he doesn't even make a glance at the plate
>"Go away, Anonymous."
>you lift a finger but he continues
>"This is the worst situation I've ever been put in in all my 1200 years of existence. I'd rather be frozen another thousand years with the promise of all three princesses of Equestria blasting me to pieces once more than spend another moment here."
>you can feel your heart breaking, but sadly he isn't done
>"This is my room now. If you as much look in the direction of this door, I will burst out, burn you, heal you, and then hang you for your neighbors to observe."
>the door slams shut and you drop the plate

>you must've stood in front of your own door for hours
>back in the kitchen, your phone was ringing, but you didn't care
>behind the door, you could hear the pained cries of your king as well
>you wondered what he could have possibly left behind to make him so emotional
>you hear a soft thump and a cry of very real pain
>you check your watch, counting seconds
>you'd already been standing there for four hours
>with trepidation, you squeeze the doorknob and squeak in as quietly as possible
"Sombra?"
>you're greeted with the humble sound of pained groans
"Do you need some help?"
>he slumps in the spot he landed, angrily letting out a sigh of displeasure
>you creep over, sizing his mass and thinking of how to move him quickly and painlessly
>"Slaaaave... please help me."
>you almost choke up at his words
>you take his hooves under your arms and give a mighty lift
>you almost give yourself a hernia in the process, but he's on the bed, and he's safe
>you sit in the revolving chair, facing the computerless desk, wondering if Sombra is going to kill you or not
>the silence drags on for eternity
>you can hear a slight rustling as he rolls over to face you
>more silence
>a softer sound of his head resting strikes your ears
>you figure it's time to nut up
"Sombra?"
>he huffs softly, staring at you
"Sombra... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your days with my selfishness. I was only living in a hypothetical world where I could maybe be with someone as..."
>you clear your throat softly
"...someone as awesome as the king of the Crystal Empire."
>he bares his teeth at you, but you turn and stroke his muzzle gently
>he's utterly confused, but his feral instincts calm him down

>although you are displeased at the use of words, you feel a calm settling in the room
>when you pull your hand away from the King's snout, he presses forward, eager for the warmth and comfort you give so willingly
>so you sit there for about three hours, stroking his nose, his mane, and his back until you hear the soft snoring of his dreams
>as you pull away, his head, as if on queue, repositions a little closer
>that was all his sleeping body had, though
>rubbing your eyes, you check the time
>it's very far past an early night, around midnight
>at this point, you were famished and emotionally exhausted
>taking care of a pony was a lot nore difficult than you imagined
>...
>that right there made you sound like you were 8 and female
>yuck
>after a few minutes, you decide to bring your life source to the room, reasoning that you were probably in the green with Sombra now
>after managing to hold a connection with your painfully slow internet, you head straight to the thread that started all this
>you start pounding at the keyboard, but trying to be nonchalant about it
>can't have someone calling you a lying faggot, now could we?
'Hey, thread. My wish came true. What should I be doing?'
>you sit there for five, ten, twenty minutes without a reply
>of course people are still posting
>you get a response, after staring without much thought for much longer than you realize
>'Don't lie, anon. We all want our waifus, no way you got yours.'
>you shake your head as the thread plunges into shitpost city, with arguments about tulpas, lucid dreams, and ultimately, the ban hammer
>/thread

>but that meant you had to figure out what to do all on your own