Tugging at my Heartstrings

Keep in mind that while Anon may say things aloud, nop0ny can understand a word he says and vice versa.
>You are Anonymous.
>Yesterday you met the mare of your dreams…well…sort of.
>It had been a long winding road to get here, to Equestria.
>This one.
>…a small recap: you, Anonymous have boots that allowed you to travel the dimensions. Upon learning of a certain chat, you were surprised to find yourself talking to a p0ny over the internet. You, uh…had a thing for her. You promised to visit and suited up, leaping across realities while your world decayed. After a time, you had finally succeeded, but at a bad time. The guy she was gaga over was one of your friends, some real daytime drama love triangle noise. He had just broken her heart to try and get her to give you a chance; problem was is that he’s not so good with words. You overheard it and left. Surprise surprise, Discord was posing as a human on your world waiting for you to leave so he could rebuild it as Equestria. You Jumped to the completed world and he gave you a little pep talk. Gotta stand up for yourself, and all, not rely on others to solve your problems. In the end, it was a bit of both, Cadance’s spell and you owning up that got you to go back to Lyra’s dimension and sort out both of your feelings, but not before Discord ripped any semblance of language from you…
>“Anonymous! Hey, Anon, wake up!”
“H-huh?”
>“Come on, get up!”
>You are roused from your sleep by Lyra Heartstrings. She had built a bed for a human some time ago, but uh…destroyed it when she got upset from the online heartbreak.
>It was good, though. Mattress wasn’t broken, just the bedframe.
>And she fixed it up for you on a moment’s notice.
>You roll out of the bed, still fully clothed from the night before.
>“Come on, come on come on!”
>You can tell she’s excited, but that’s really it.
>With a sigh you stand up and put your boots back on.
>These big, heavy boots. You really only keep them around to prevent them from getting into the wrong hooves now. Don’t want inquisitive foals from just usin em by accident and ending up in the vacuum of space or on another world.
>You shudder at the thought.
“Ok, I’m up.”
>You yawn and stretch as Lyra marvels at you.
>“Eeeee, I still can’t believe that you’re really here! A human!”
“Yeah, ok, this is gonna get old fast, is there any way to-”
>You stop, slamming your palm into your forehead. They can’t understand you either, of course.
>Lyra looks at you, concerned.
>“You gonna be okay?”
>You give a small smile and roll your eyes.
>You follow Lyra to the kitchen where a much more lucid Bon Bon is looking at you in fear and checking her cup.
>“Lyra, did you drop something weird in the coffee again?”
>It’s Lyra’s turn to roll her eyes.
>“Bon Bon, come on, Anonymous is real. You’re the one who let him in last night.”
>Bon Bon squints and tries to think back, tapping a hoof to her chin.
>“Nope, don’t remember that.”
>Lyra sighs, and you sigh with her, then you both laugh.
>“Well, he can’t understand me, but I think we both got that one, Bon Bon.”
>“Rrriiiight, well just go do whatever it is you do with humans. Scratch backs or something. I’m just gonna wait right here with my coffee until it’s time for work.”
>Lyra looks to you and grins widely.
>“Oh! I know JUST what to do! I can prove humans exist! Come on! Let’s go do that!”
>She bounds up the stairs, and comes down with her lyre just as you reach the bottom of the steps.
>“Come on, let’s go!”
>You’re a little uncomfortable walking through town with Lyra…you’ve walked through nearly 100 Equestrias, and you never cared before because they weren’t this one. So what is it that makes you so self conscious being seen in this dimension?
>You are broken from your thoughts as Lyra begins to play little notes, making a kind of theme as you two walk down the street towards the library.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZB-nJE7Aa4
>After you get the hang of the theme, you begin to hum along with her, whistling a bit as well.
>She smiles a little, but then abruptly stops, staring at you wide-eyed.
>“Oh. My. Gosh! I know how to talk to you! Eeee I’m so excited! Let’s hurry to Twilight so we can get started! I’m gonna need some books anyway!”
>Well she sounds happy, so you follow her as she starts to trot faster and faster, breaking into a full gallop that you can’t keep up with.
>Setting the boots to short range, you Jump up to the tree just before she gets there, a smug look on your face.
“After you, lady.”
>You beckon to the door, and then knock on it.
>“Just one moment, please!”
>A soft pitter patter can be heard.
>The door opens to Spike, who goes rigid at the sight of you.
>“A-tut-tu-htu-TWILIIIGHT!”
>You chuckle as the little guy slams the door and you can hear him run around.
>Putting your ear to the door, you try to listen for any signs.
>Instead a loud pop comes from behind you.
>You turn to see Twilight, mouth agape.
“Hi, how ya doin.”
>She blinks once, then again.
>“Twiliiiiight, I’d like to introduce you to Anonymous! He just got here yesterday!”
>Twilight rubs at her eyes and shakes her head.
>“I can’t believe it…”
>“Oh you better believe it, sister! And hey, watch this!”
>Lyra looks at you and begins to play on the lyre again, and you whistle to the tune.
>Simple enough.
>Twilight gives a “are you kidding me” face.
>“So you taught him to whistle.”
>“Ugh, noooo.” Lyra says exasperatedly >“…he could already whistle, we can’t speak to each other and he can’t read. I’m gonna teach him words in song!”
>You whistle “you got a thing” from legend of Zelda.
>Bitches love Zelda…right? Hope so.
>“That’s…no way. You there, Anonymous, speak.”
>She points a hoof at you.
“What about me? Ask Lyra.”
>“Bizarre, he really can’t talk. Hmm…one moment…”
>She charges up magic in her horn.
>You look to Lyra, who looks to you and shrugs.
>At least you know what that means.
>The spell hits you in the head, and the words “UH UH UH…NO CHEATING!” resound loudly in your ears, causing you to fall flat, clutching at your head.
>Twilight seems to be in similar distress.
>“Lyra…you need to get Spike…tell him Discord is back!”
>“What? No, this is Anonymous. What did you do?”
>“I attempted to communicate telepathically! It should not have hurt, for one, and secondly, I should not hear Discord’s voice when using it!”
>Twilight charges another spell, one of containment, and traps you in a bubble.
>You look to Lyra and raise an eyebrow.
>She looks between the two of you and then turns back to Twilight.
>“He is NOT Discord! Anonymous has been through a lot to get here, and Discord was constantly messing with him!”
>Twilight scoffs >“I’ll believe that when I see it!”
>“You’re a real jerk, you know that Twilight?”
>Twilight looks appalled.
>“All your nonsense about humans not existing, you had me shunned for a WEEK! I couldn’t show my face to ANYP0NY in P0nyville aside from Bon Bon! All because you were the authority and said that humans weren’t real!”
>Lyra is tearing up a little >“So now that there’s a real live human being in front of you, instead of believing him when you see him, you just say it’s Discord and that’s the end of that? NO! That’s, that’s bullspit!”
>Twilight gasps, losing control of the bubble, within which you were starting to sit down, anyway.
>If you wanted to escape, you could always teleport, so you weren’t concerned.
>“Lyra, I had no idea you were so vulgar!”
>Lyra blushes ashamedly, but then gets right back to serious mode. >“Well you were just ignoring me! See! He isn’t Discord, he could have left at any time!”
>You scratch you head, uncertain just what the heck is going on. You remembered something about Twilight and Lyra having a fight, but not much about WHY.
>Twilight is looking at you with a confused look on her face.
>“I…I guess so. I’m sorry, Lyra. It’s just, I really did hear Discord’s voice! That’s not supposed to happen!”
>“Then just figure it out later. First, I need pictures and music sheets to teach Anon to communicate.”
>Lyra adopts a proud pose, and Twilight looks at the ground.
>“Yeah, I’ll…go get them. You and Anonymous can wait out here.”
>Twilight walks back into the library tree, leaving you with Lyra.
>She breaths in and then gives a shuddering sigh.
>“Phew…well that was a load of my chest! Didja see me Anon! I won an argument!”
>She looks happy.
>You clap.
>Once more she is surprised.
>“Just how many ways CAN you make notes, anyway? Humming, whistling, clopping your hands together…even when you walked you had a metallic rhythm going.”
>Still unable to tell what she’s saying, you bury your face in your palms.
>Minutes later, Twilight comes out with a stack of papers with music sheets, and a whole load of what appear to be children’s picture books, as well as a scroll, quill and inkwell.
>“Here, I thought it best if you were the one to write about Anonymous to the princess. Consider it part of my apology. If anything, I should have learned not to judge books by their covers a long time ago.”
>Lyra gives an adorably large smile, then grabs the stuff telekinetically, dumping the papers and books on you, before beginning to write out the scroll.
>Bored, you try to draw Lyra and you singing in the dirt. It…doesn’t come out well.
>You can’t into drawing ponies.
>Finishing the letter, Lyra turns it over to Twilight, who scribbles a bit on the end before letting Lyra see what she wrote and then having Spike send it off.
“You done already?”
>You quickly sweep away your terribad drawing and get up, dusting yourself off.
>“Okay, Anon, we’ve got a long day ahead of us!”
>Lyra picks up the books and sets them in your arms.
>“I’ve got a language to create!”
>And the two of you head back towards Lyra and Bon Bon’s house.
>“You know, you’re taking this all pretty well. I would think being displaced in a new world and seeing magic would be unsettling.”
>She remembers again that you can’t tell what she’s saying.
>“Oh, pff, haha right. Can’t understand me, that’s what all THIS is for.”
>When you get back, Bon Bon is already gone.
>“Well, looks like it’s just you and me, Anonymous! Now, let’s get this set up…”
>She levitates the books into a stack, the sheets onto some stands she pulls from various places and then moves a cushion behind you and indicates for you to sit.
>“Now, let’s begin right here. Apple, can you say apple?”