[FR]Anon Wake One Shot.

>Day Child of The Elder God in Equestria.
>You are Anon.
>Award winning writer and international superstar.
>Well…not at the moment, anyways.
>Right now, you’re a drunk asshole who’s couch surfing at Fluttershy’s cottage and you would be lucky if you could write your way out of a brown-paper bag.
FUCK YOU MR. NARRATOR. I AM A WOOD GRITER.
>Yes. You even have a habit of yelling at voices that aren’t there.
>You get off the toilet you installed in the shower without asking and shuffle down to your typewriter.
>Because while you were shaving your dock, you found it.
>And it wasn’t just a dingleberry this time!
>Or Fluttershy. She didn’t even wake you up with a fetish guess like she usually does.
>But no. Today, you found the inspiration that would change everything…
YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT IT’L CHANGE EVERYTHING. PUT ME RIGHT BACK ON TOP A THE HEAP!
>You sit down at the desk, set your dingleberry by the typewriter, set a paper into the machine, and begin pounding away at the keys…
>”THE WIGGLY KITTEN by Anon.”

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>8 hours, 2 vodka bottles, 300 pages later, and you have finished your masterpiece.
>And it
>is
>glorious.
YOUR DAMN RIGHT IT’S GLORIOUS. I’M ANON!
>Yes you are.
>And as you head to the couch to victoriously pass out for the night, you hear a knock at the door.
THE FUCK WAS THAT
>You grab a lantern and throw open the door, where you are greeted by a small yellow horse.
HAY SLUTTERFHY. WHERE WER YOU DIS MORNING?
>She’s knocked back by your vodka-breath.
>”It’s ‘Fluttershy’. I’ve been telling you that every day this month. I was out doing some research.”
>Her eyes black out and her voice becomes a twisted charade of itself.
>”Is darkness your fetish Anon?”
>Dark tendrils erupt from her body, erasing the only copy of “THE WIGGLY KITTEN.”
>Oh hell no. That was your golden meal-ticket.
>You turn towards her, sobered by rage.
FUCK YES IT IS.
>Oh.
>You spend the night engulfed by a kinky inferno of Shadow-play and some Light S&M.
>The sex inspires you to write the greatest video game of your career.
>It was an Alan Wake kind of day.

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