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- >It's a cold, windy day as you carry your groceries back to your apartment.
- >This is why you need a fucking car.
- >Trying to take some shortcuts, you cut through an alley in order to get back before it starts to rain.
- >You are Anonymous and today is the day that your lifelong monotony changes.
- >A burning feeling begins to well up in your shins, but you are too close to slow down now.
- >Maybe you can consider this working out for today.
- >Just as you exit the alley, a massive BANG from behind you makes you drop to the ground.
- >A feminine scream rips through the air around you and the sound of trashcans falling over fills you with dread.
- >No... no way.
- >A few trashcans begin rolling towards the exit of the makeshift street.
- >Did someone just get shot?
- >You drop your bags and try to sneak into the alley.
- >People always tell you that you shouldn't be the hero, but you can't help it.
- >If someone is hurt, then you have to help them.
- >It's just in your nature.
- "Are you alright in there?"
- >The only answer is the rush of wind through he narrow alleyway.
- >You edge closer to where you thought the scream came from.
- "My name is Anon... I want to help."
- >One of the trashcans stops rolling in front of you.
- >Thats when you begin to see them.
- >Scorch marks all over the concrete and the brick walls.
- >In the middle of them sat... a weird purple creature.
- >It almost looks like a tiny horse.
- >You tip-toe your way towards it, but it doesn't even flinch.
- >It's eyes are shut and seems to be out cold.
- >Looking up and down the alleyway, you ponder taking care of this weird creature.
- >Who else would do it?
- >Probably nobody.
- >You weren't really one for friends either.
- >Picking up the unconscious creature, her hair moves away from her forehead, revealing a small horn.
- >No way.
- >This is a unicorn?
- >That doesn't make sense.
- >They aren't real.
- >You wrap the tiny unicorn up in your coat and grab your bags.
- >How will you take care of this thing?
- >You barely have enough to take care of yourself.
- >Fumbling with the keys to your apartment building, you head inside and towards your home.
- >Maybe you shouldn't get too hasty.
- >Things will work out.
- >They always do.
- >That's what your therapist told you.
- >Pushing open the door to your home, you set the bags on the counter and take the purple unicorn to Rebecca's bedroom.
- >No. The guest bedroom.
- >That's it's name now after the accident.
- >They told you not to try not to think about her anymore.
- >You set her down on the bed and look around at the room that you rarely touched.
- >A small amount of dust is beginning to form on everything.
- >You should probably take care of that.
- >Putting your fingers to the unicorn's throat, you feel a weak pulse.
- >She doesn't look to be hurt, but she is probably weak.
- >You head to the kitchen and get a bowl of water and a package of oatmeal from a cupboard.
- >After putting the oatmeal in a separate bowl, you move back to the room and put them on the ground.
- >For now, she might just need rest.
- >You will check on her in a little bit.
- >Time to put some groceries away.
- >You sit on your couch, reading a book.
- >Was this the 20th time?
- >Who knows?
- >It's a good book.
- >Who needs the Internet?
- >Not you!
- >Plus it's too expensive.
- >Your thoughts continue to drift to the unicorn in the other room.
- >Check the clock for the fifth time since you got home.
- >It's only been a half hour.
- >Maybe you should check on her.
- >Setting down the book, you head down towards the hall and open the door to the guest bedroom.
- >For a split second, you swear you see your little girl again.
- >You blink and she is gone.
- >Replaced with a purple unicorn who is gently beginning to wake up.
- >"Ugh... my head."
- >It can talk?
- >Did it seriously just talk?
- >She sits up and pushes your coat off of her.
- >"W-where am I?"
- >She scans the pink room and affixes her gaze on you.
- >Her eyes are filled with confusion and terror.
- >"Who are you? What are you?"
- >This can't be happening.
- "Uh. I'm Anon and I'm a human. This is my apartment. What... are you?"
- >"My name is Twilight... Twilight Sparkle. I'm a unicorn. Are you saying there aren't unicorns here?"
- "No. Not really. Not quite you."
- >She stretches out her tiny form and climbs off the bed.
- >"So... does that mean you haven't heard of Equestria?"
- "No... I can't say I have."
- >She sits down and thinks carefully.
- >"My teleportation spell must have went haywire then. I'm on a completely different world."
- >She looks back up to you.
- >"Well then. Sorry about the inconvenience. I'll just try to head back now. Nice meeting you Anon."
- >Her horn begins to glow with some form of purple light.
- >Is she really leaving?
- >You were just getting to know each other.
- >Surely she can't go yet!
- >She closes her eyes and her horn glows stronger, but the light dies out.
- >Opening her eyes, she looks around the room again and back to you.
- >"It seems that my magic is weak here... Maybe I need to get the herbs necessary to amplify my magic and get home."
- >A part of you feels happy that she can't leave yet.
- >"I'm sorry Anon... maybe with your help I can find somewhere to stay and get some bits and-"
- "You can stay here Twilight. It's fine. We will get you what you need."
- >She smiles.
- >"You don't have to do that. I'm sure that if I got out there that I can fend for myself."
- "I don't think that you wanna do that. People out there are pretty..."
- >Flashes of the civil rights movement fill your head.
- >You remember the countless wars and atrocities that are shown on the news.
- >The way the nobody would help you when Rebecca was hit by a car, and you tried to get help.
- "Cold."
- >"Surely it can't be that bad.
- "Well. Let's take it slow. How about we make a list of what you need, and we will try and get it for you?"
- >"Okay Anon. Thank you so much."
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