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- >It's good to be back.
- >You flex your left arm, tearing through rope with your claws.
- >The yellow one is close.
- >That's good, you've wanted to kill her ever since she tried to stop you that first night.
- >You wondered if she would taste as good as her purple friend had.
- >You snarl at her as you begin to break free of the ropes, anticipating her fear, her fleeing.
- >The chase would be exquisite.
- >There was only one problem.
- >The yellow pony wasn't running.
- >She was staring at you, trying to trap you in those accursed eyes of hers.
- >Your eyes narrow, and as you lash out at her, several things happen at once.
- >There is a flash of light from outside the cottage.
- >They yellow pony flinches.
- >And three hundred and fifty pounds of pissed off bear slam into your rope-trapped torso, breaking the chair you sit on and slamming your ass into the wall.
- >You snarl and rip at the bear as it slams its massive paws into your chest.
- >You had killed two bears before. Even with a claw tied to a plank of wood, you'd tear this creature apart before i-
- >A frying pan slams into your skull, and you growl as you watch a white rabbit hop away from you.
- >Your claw lashes out after it, and you manage to hook the fluffy edge of its tail.
- >Your snarl twists into a sneer, and you drag it closer...
- >A second bear paw comes down on your wrist.
- >Your head snaps around, only to receive a bear claw to the face, tearing your eye loose and gouging three deep gashes.
- >The injured flesh begins to heal itself immediately, but that doesn't absolve you of the pain.
- >Your other claw comes up as you reach out to rip the bear's throat apart, but just as you act, you hear a clucking.
- >Chickens.
- >They come from the walls.
- >An armada of chickens.
- >White feathers get in your eyes as beaks peck at your face and neck.
- >You roar and snag one chicken in your mouth, biting down and eating the creature.
- >But that doesn't stop the feathery horde.
- >You try to lift your hand to claw at your face, but to your surprise, another weight holds your arm down.
- >You glance over through the flurry of chickens, and spot a family of what looks like...otters, sitting on your arms.
- >You flex that arm, and get clawed in the face again for the trouble.
- >You're....
- >Your trapped.
- >Impossible.
- >You writhe under the bear, trying to shove him off you with pure force.
- >But you can't get the leverage.
- >You kick out with a leg, only to find a weight holding that down too.
- >Impossible.
- >You could not be contained.
- >You could not be caged, like a common ape. You existed to kill, and to infect, and to hunt.
- >It's impossible!
- >You roar, startling the chicken horde and causing the otters on your arm to shift uneasily.
- >"A...Anonymous?"
- >Your eyes narrow and you look to the side, catching the eyes of the yellow pony.
- >She'd been talking when you'd woken up, but you hadn't payed her idiot blatherings any attention.
- >"Anonymous, I-I know you're in there..somewhere. I want to...ummm, try something...that Zecora said might work."
- >She gets closer, and you immediately snap at her nearest hoof.
- >A bear paw to nose causes you to growl and retreat.
- >The yellow pony eeps and backs away.
- >"Anonymous...please, I need you to hear me...you have to wake up. You have to get control of yourself! It's...it's your body. Don't let a monster control you!"
- >You glare silently at the yellow pony as she talks to you.
- >The use of that name, that hated name, infuriates you beyond measure.
- >You stop snarling, and only glare at her in silent outrage.
- >"Anonymous...can you hear me?"
- >She takes a step closer, and you open your mouth, tongue lolling.
- >You work furiously, your brain running at a mile a minute as you devise a way to free yourself.
- >"Anonymous? Is tha-"
- "Release me."
- >Your howl, given voice and weak speech, sounds rough and ragged, even to your ears.
- >It pains you to use speech like the weak half, but it was your only option.
- >You COULD NOT stay contained.
- >You had to hunt, and kill, and bite, and feed.
- >Anything was acceptable.
- >The yellow pony's face curls up in a rictus snarl, and her eyes seem to sparkle.
- >"Anonymous?"
- "Not name. Names are for prey. YOU are prey."
- >The yellow pony's eyes widen in a reaction you are more practiced at recognizing: fear.
- >"Y-you can talk?"
- "Release me."
- >"I...umm, I can't do that mister monster. You might hurt somep0ny."
- >You roar at her, with enough force and fury to toss that large pink mane back over her head.
- "FREE. ME."
- >She squeaks and backs away.
- >"I...I can't! You'll hu-"
- "I WILL RIP YOUR HEART FROM YOUR CHEST! I WILL REND YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!"
- >You begin to shake, nearly convulsing in fury as you struggle to get at the retreating yellow pegasus.
- >This bear will not be enough to hold you. The animals will not be enough. They are food, and food gets tired. You do not.
- >You roar and surge, the bear losing its footing, and the otters tumbling away.
- >You bring your now free hand up and around, digging it into the floor and dragging yourself towards the yellow pegasus.
- >You open your mouth and roar again as you approach.
- >There is a flash of white and silver.
- >Pain erupts along your snout, and you recoil, screaming in agony.
- >A white rabbit, holding a large silver kitchen knife stands between you and the yellow pegasus.
- >Your eyes water as they roll in their sockets and focus on the rabbit in front of you.
- >Your blood, thick and black, drips from the knife he struggles to balance in his paws.
- >Steam rises from the burned wound on your snout.
- >You open your mouth, snarling at the tiny white animal in front of you.
- >It holds its ground, brandishing the knife at you in a clumsy fashion.
- >You lift your free arm, going to swipe it out of the way, but the bunny orients the knife towards your hand, and you draw it back.
- >Accursed White Metal.
- >The pain...
- >The pain was not worth it.
- >You would not be forced to sleep again.
- >You let out a low growl in your throat, and lower your claw.
- >Immediately, the family of otters rushes over and pins your limb again.
- >You ignore them, your hatred focused on the white rabbit and its owner.
- >They yellow pegasus ceases cowering, fluttering over and giving the white bunny a hug.
- >"Oh, thank you Angel! When it attacked, I was just so scared!"
- >She nuzzles the white rabbit, who beams at the attention, before hopping out of her grasp.
- >It points at you and starts squeaking, and the yellow pegasus nods as if she can understand.
- >"Okay, mister monster. I, umm, that is, if you would be ever so kind as to..."
- >She trials off, and you let out an absentminded growl, keeping your eyes on the silver knife.
- >"Well, would you be willing too...go back to sleep, maybe? And give Anonymous back?"
- "No."
- >The yellow pegasus sighs, and her wings droop.
- >"That's what I thought you'd say. But, umm, it would mean so much to me and Anonymous and a friend of ours if you'd let him...umm, be him."
- >You don't say anything.
- >Talking hurts. It makes the weak half stirr.
- >There is nothing more to say.
- >You snarl and start struggling again, only to quiet when the rabbit brandishes the knife.
- >"Well, mister monster, we have aallll night to convince you! Won't you please just consider it?"
- "Will not sleep again."
- >The yellow pegasus' eyes seem to brighten.
- >"Oh, so you go to sleep? I...hmm, I have an idea. Be right back!"
- >The yellow pegasus flies up to another part of the house, and you shift again, tensing yourself to pounce the second the rabbit loses his grip on the knife.
- >You lie there, pinned by animals, having a staredown with a rabbit in tense silence, while Fluttershy returns, hefting a large book in her mouth.
- >She sets it down in front of you, out of bite range, and flips it open.
- >"Well, mister monster, if you have to SLEEP to bring Anonymous back, how about I read you a bed time story?"
- >Your mind goes blank for a second.
- >The weak half, watching from his position at the back of your mind, lets out a single bark of laughter.
- >Surely this prey cannot be serious.
- >"Once upon a time, in a forest far, far away..."
- >She's...she's serious.
- >No food, no hunting, no running, pinned by prey and forced to lie still while a yellow meat-animal prattles away in your ear.
- >This was the worst hell.
- 12 HOURS LATER.
- >You let out an exhausted yawn as you come back to yourself.
- >Now jusOH GOD YOUR SPINE.
- >You let out a groan of agony as your body lets you know there is still a giant bear sitting on your now human backbone.
- >The bear shifts as you shout, rumbling and sliding off of you, to your immense relief.
- >That fucking rabbit is in your face immediately, brandishing a SILVER FUCKING KNIFE right in your eyes.
- "Whoa, whoa bunny whoa! Get that shit out of my fa-"
- >He brings the knife closer and then brings a dewclaw to his mouth.
- >Then he points over his shoulder, where Fluttershy has fallen asleep, drooling lightly into her storybook.
- >Awww, that's adorable.
- >You wince as you get to your feet as quietly as you can and limp over to your clothing.
- >Fortunately, most of it was still intact.
- >You'd been careful to take most of the stuff Rarity made you off before letting Fluttershy tie you up.
- >As you put your shirt back on, you make your way over to Angel.
- "Hey, hey. Rabbit."
- >He glares at you, which is seemingly the only expression he is capable of.
- "When she wakes up, tell her I owe her one. Whatever she did, it stopped him. And..."
- >You tap your forehead and smile.
- "He's pissed about it."
- >You're not sure if the rabbit can understand you, but you'd swear you saw him smile.
- >You give Fluttershy a gentle pat on the head as you get the rest of your clothes together.
- >You waltz out of the door, feeling like you're on top of the fucking world.
- >No full stomach, no memories of blood and fear, nothing but a pissed off wolf in your head and a hardy hankerin' for some white pony-made eggs.
- >The only problem with your plan is that you can't whistle worth a shit.
- >But you're too happy to care.
- >You practically skip your way back to Rarity's Boutique, carefully opening and closing the door.
- >She's waiting for you, wearing a classy pair of glasses and sipping some coffee while she floats the newspaper up to her face.
- >"Good morning Anon."
- "Mornin' Mashmallow. What are you doing up so early?"
- >She huffs.
- >"I was working on an all-nighter, a new project that I'm just SURE will put me back in the good graces of Canterlot fashion."
- >You nod your head, not really understanding but glad that it makes her happy.
- "Sounds, uh. Great. You made breakfast yet?"
- >She gives you a wry smile.
- >"Why? Are you hungry?"
- "Like a wolf, Marshmallow."
- >Even the dark half winced at that one.
- >She hops down from her fancy couch, levitating the paper in front of her as she walks to the kitchen.
- >You walk after her, sitting down, leaning back in the chair, and relaxing.
- >"So how was your work at Fluttershy's house?"
- "Exhausting. It feels like I got sat on by a bear."
- >"Oooh, I'm sorry. Fluttershy does a lot of hard work keeping those animals of hers fed. Oh, by the way, Anon..."
- "Hmmm?"
- >She casually drops the newspaper on the table, giving you full view of the title story.
- >You feel your heart clench.
- >"It appears there was a robbery at Filthy Rich's mansion. The only sighting of the robber was a 'black five-digited claw,' and a long cloak. Sound familiar?"
- In Canterlot
- >Blueblood yawned luxuriously as he crawled out of his bed.
- >Everything was going according to plan.
- >After that DISASTROUS wedding involving Shining Armor and Cadence, public opinion of the Princesses was at an all time low.
- >Many ponies did not believe the princesses were capable of protecting Equestria any longer.
- >Which worked perfectly to Blueblood's advantage. What the ponies needed was a champion of the common colt, a noblep0ny of action and daring. Somep0ny willing to lead Equestria into the future.
- >Somep0ny willing to wrest control of the Canterlot government out from under the hooves of those archaic princesses.
- >Somep0ny like Blueblood.
- >Blueblood moved to the kitchen, smiling magnanimously as the servants prepared his morning cup of coffee.
- >As he set down for a drink, a servant rushed into his room, panting and out of breath.
- >"Sir! A pegasus colt named Featherweight is at the door! He asks for an audience, says he has important news concering, er, 'The Element.'"
- >Blueblood lifted a single eyebrow.
- "By all means, send him in."
- >Featherweight was one of his favorite little tools. Blueblood made it a priority to recruit all his spies from the locals, and Featherweight never missed a thing.
- >The perfect tool for digging up dirt on a certain Element of Harmony.
- >The Pegasus pony silently walked in, dropping a folder on Blueblood's table marked "Anonymous."
- >The Prince raised an eyebrow at the folder, before opening it with his magic and lifting out a set of pictures.
- >He began to shuffle through them, slowly at first, but then faster and faster, a grin growing on his face as he perused the photos.
- >Photos of Rarity and her pet.
- >Photos of her pet and the other elements.
- >Photos of this creature...changing.
- "My, my, my. Miss Rarity, what HAVE you found?"
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