The MAN Files (Mous, Anon, 'Nito)

>Day Thanksgiving in Equestria
>It's been a tough year so far
>Adjusting to this strange new world you live in has been a real challenge
>But you made it.
>Sitting across from your special somepony, you smile and lift your glass.
"Thank you, for coming out with me today."
>She gives a gentle smile and tilts her head towards you.
"Back home, this is a very special occasion. Families gather together and partake in a meal that shows the love that they have for one another."
>You pause long enough to gauge the situation.
>She seems confused, but allows you to continue.
"What I mean to say is, that Thanksgiving is a very important holiday where humans come together and realize how truly blessed we are to have the important people in our lives. And, to me, you're that special person. Er, pony."
>The mare's face goes flush as she toys with her glass, occasionally flitting her eyes up towards you.
>Smiling, you move closer and steel yourself for the next part.
"So, what I'm wondering is... will y-"
>"HEY! ANON!"
>An excited rapping on the glass cuts you off.
>Two human faces appear in the window, grinning like idiots.
>Great
>Mous and Incognito.
>Sighing, you hold up a finger and move to the window.
"What do you guys want? I'm in the middle of something here!"
>Incognito grins wider.
>"We just came to wish you well, you know, with the big question."
>Mous nods in approval
>"Yeah, for sure, you've come a long way, bro! We're happy for you."
>W-wow.
>A small smile slips across your face as you shake your head.
"Jeez, you guys. You're gonna make me lose my nerve."
>"Oh yeah, bro. One more thing."
>You turn back to Mous.
>Right as Incognito slams a wobbly hunk of cranberries into your face.
>"THANKSGIVING IS NEXT MONTH YOU FUCKING CANUCK QUEER!"
>You're not sure which of them said that, but as they run off into the distance, their whoops fading, you know it doesn't really matter.
>Shutting the window, you grumble under your breath
"Fucking. Americans."


>Day Spooks in Equestria
>Fall's arrived in Ponyville.
>The ponies are setting up for this celebration called Nightmare Night
>Sounds totally lame.
>So you've decided to team up with Anon and Mous to drum up some mischief in Ponyville.
>With ski masks over your faces, you lurk among the shady trees
>Mous gives you both an expectant look, and then begins to lay out the plan.
>"All right you queers, this is how it's going down. Anon, you're on toilet paper patrol. I want this entire area to be covered in T.P."
>"That's as easy as A to Zed."
>"...fucking canuck. 'nito, you're on eggs. I buried these things weeks ago, so they should be nice and ripe."
>You gag as the pungent unguent that was once unfertilized ovum are handed to you.
"W-what about you, Mous?"
>"I've got the most important job."
>He puffs out his chest and smirks.
>"Lookout."
>Exchanging a look of distaste with Anon, you both look back to the 'leader' of this little escapade.
"So, we take all the risks?"
>"And you just hang out back here?"
>Scowling, Mous balls up his fist and pounds the ground.
>"Hey, it's not a perfect system, but look at it this way: you guys get to have all the fun."
>Well, he does have a point there.
>You shrug to Anon, and he does the same in return.
>After the ponies filtered out of the square with the gathering night, Mous gives you the signal and the two of you get to work.

>You make sure to egg the structures thoroughly as Anon hits the trees first then works his way inward.
>A smile works its way across your lips
>Mous was right
>This IS fun!
>Suppressing a laugh, you continue on with your diabolical deed.
>Right up until Mous screeches.
>Followed quickly by a deafening roar
>"WHO DARES TO DISTURB THE NIGHTMARE NIGHT PREPARATIONS!"
>Anon glances in your direction and mouths 'Oh shit!' before turning tail and running back into town.
>You stay around a moment longer, right up until Mous shouts.
>"Oh god, not the bones, not the bones!"
>After that you're more than willing to get the fuck out of there.
>Neither you nor Anon get much sleep that night.
>The next morning, you find Mous hanging nearly naked in the town square save for his underclothes
>Well, hanging in so much as he's lashed to the tree and can't get down, despite his struggles.
>Across his body, a black paint with a fairly accurate depiction of the human skeletal system done up in neon colors.
>He stops thrashing about long enough for you both to pull him down from the tree.
>Across his back is the message: 'Clean this mess up before tonight, or we'll have three new props next year'.
>The three of you gulp as one and quickly set to work.
>Turns out, Nightmare Night may not be scary.
>But Luna sure can be.