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- >Be Anon, standing in Canterlot High.
- >Six minutes before the best day of your life goes to shit.
- >Aria just turned the corner on the far end of the hall.
- >She isn’t looking at you.
- >Your heart is fluttering weakly.
- >Every night for months you worried about this moment.
- >Wondering if you’d played your part well enough.
- >You fell into Equestria a quarter-year ago, and found it was years behind the show, still in S4.
- >It took you way too long to realize what this meant.
- >Rainbow Rocks hadn’t happened yet.
- >That’s all it took to foster your dream.
- >You were going to meet the Dazzlings and save them.
- >(And wife them.)
- >It took days of trading letters with the Princesses.
- >Nights of exercise.
- >Lies, diplomacy and secret ‘preparations’
- >Even letting Tirek capture you so Twilight could beat him properly and build the castle.
- >It all had to be perfect.
- >Some days you were sure it wouldn’t work.
- >But then came Sunset’s distress call, and Twi brought you through the portal as her +1.
- >Sorry, Spike.
- >And after all of it, there she was.
- >Your favorite Dazzler.
- >You almost forget everything you’ve planned out up to now, about to go talk to her.
- >Steady on, Anon.
- >You’re halfway there.
- >It was a free period today, and kids had more time to wander the halls between class.
- >Friggin’ rich people schools.
- >Twilight was off with the rest of the main characters doing... something or other.
- >To be honest you didn’t remember what they did in RR until the end.
- >Any memory you did have was lost months ago.
- >You did know this was after “Battle” and before “Under Our Spell”, though.
- >You trail her through the hall, pretending to be going to class.
- >No one notices you, which is a relief.
- >You’re a little old for high school, and even if it was born from desperate practice, the muscle under your jacket makes you look like you don’t belong here.
- >You notice the other two down the hall after another corner, and hang back.
- >You take another glance at Aria while you pretending have trouble opening a random locker.
- >She and Adagio are talking about something, and it looks terse. Sonata’s with them, and...
- >Is she waving at you?
- >“Hey, Anon!”
- >Shit.
- >Everyone’s looking at you.
- >Especially the Sirens.
- >Aria facepalms and walks over to you.
- >Should you explain yourself?
- >Should you just make your case and state your offer right now?
- >”What are you still doing here? Are you done already?”
- >She’s looking at you with her arms crossed.
- >Her eyes penetrate your soul and do nasty things to its prostate.
- >What color are they, tyrian?
- >Purpureus?
- >Phlox?
- >Mulberry?
- >”Anon?”
- >She waves a hand in front of your face.
- S-sorry, I, uh… Hey.
- >”Did you sabotage them yet or not?”
- Who?
- >She sighs and rolls her eyes, then realizes people are staring.
- >Grumbling, she grabs your arm and drags you to the others.
- >Sonata looks excited to see you, and Adagio’s neutral.
- >This is concerning since they aren’t supposed to know you were coming.
- >“Hey, Anon! Did it work out?”
- >The most minute facet of Sonata’s body language is still blindingly bright
- >“I don’t know.”
- >Aria lets go of your wrist.
- >Her grip leaves your skin the same color as hers.
- >Adagio stares at you while you rub it, and quietly shakes her head.
- >”This isn’t him.”
- >Aria looks from her to you and back, skeptically.
- >”Who is he, then?”
- >Adagio sighs.
- >”I don’t -know-, Aria, maybe we should -ask him-.”
- >They both turn to you expectantly.
- >This is not remotely what you wanted to happen.
- >You get a grip and adapt.
- Hey. I’m Anon, I’ve come here from Eque-
- >”Hey, Anon! Anon!”
- >Sonata’s waving her arms at someone further down the hallway.
- >There’s a man walking down in a suit jacket.
- >Same green skin.
- >Same hair.
- >Same suave looks.
- >His clothes are nicer, because his tailor probably had experience with humans.
- >His walk is more confident, because he’s been at this school for a while.
- >He doesn't belong here.
- >And he stares at you, comprehending all the things you do.
- >His expression goes from bewildered to pissed, and he shoulders through a few students to get closer.
- >All the protocols your brain has on-hand for looking in mirrors are firing.
- >You know he owns the name Anon just as rightfully as you do.
- >You can feel in your bones that he’s your mother’s kid.
- >You watch like a passenger in your body as he steps up.
- >When he decks you, you hear a snippet of a song forever trapped in your head...
- >”Oh, what’s so wrong with a little competition?”
- >And then you’re kissing tile.
- >You are Anon.
- >You are not alone.
- >And the best day of your life just went to shit.
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