(MLO) The Times of Anon Sparkle: Not-Epilogue

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>Be “The Times of Anon Sparkle Epilogue” in Equestria
>Be 10 years later
>You got ‘lucky’ that day
>A guard found you and rushed you to a hospital
>After a brief time of healing you were sent to the dreaded orphanage
>It wasn’t as bad as you thought, but you still wished you were with mom instead
>However the head mistress noticed your bruises, responses, and panic attacks
>Abused during a young age
>For the rest of your life in the orphanage you spent time with a small team of therapists
>And you eventually saw the light
>Mom abused you
>Hurt you
>Raped you
>She didn’t love you
>And from that day on you decided never to think about that damnable mare ever again
>Until today
>A letter came for you, from your mother
>You had half a mind to burn it here and now
>…
>But another part of you wanted closure from all of this

>”Dear Anonymous”
>”I am not expecting you to answer me, or even come to me, but I’m dying.”
>Some sort of circulatory disease
>She didn’t have long, and she was staying at a hospice in Canterlot
>All she wanted to do was see your face one more time
>…
>Which is exactly what you were going to do
>A few days later you appeared
>She was in a bed, hooked up to several medical things that beeped and pulsated
>”A-Anon…”
>She was star struck that you actually showed up
>”When I sent that letter I didn’t think-“
“Shut up”
>Her eyes went wide and her mouth snapped closed
“I’m only here to show you my face, to show you that I’m still alive. No thanks to you. Now, I’m leaving. Forever.”
>”Anon! Wait! Please!”
>That pushed a button deep in your psyche
>And you exploded
“WAIT?! PLEASE?!?”
“HOW MANY TIMES DID I BEG YOU? PLEAD WITH YOU? PROMISE ANYTHING JUST TO MAKE YOU STOP? HUH?”
“AND HERE WE ARE NOW, COMPLETELY OPPOSITE POSITIONS. WHAT DO YOU THINK I’M GOING TO DO? WHAT?”
>Her eyes were watering over
>”Anon! Please… I’m dying-“
“I BUCKING KNOW!”
>”A-Anon… please… I won’t last beyond the next few days…”
“GOOD. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE”
>You stomped to her bedside and towered over her
>Before a sense of dread filled you
>Mom, towering over you, yelling
>You, on the ground, pleading with her
>…This… this wasn’t right
>You stepped back and looked yourself over
“No… not like this”
>And then you looked at mom


>Mom was crying
>”I… Please… I don’t want to go alone…”
>As much as you hated the things she did you realized something
>You still love her
>How could you not?
>You cleared a small space on her bed and laid down next to her
“Mom…”
>She reached for you and drew herself to your chest
>”I’ve done a lot of bad things to you… and I know you can never forgive me…”
>She pauses as she readies herself
>”They said that I won’t last much longer… the capillary tissue is failing”
>”I just… please… be there for me while I ago… Please…”
>Your hoof stroked her mane
“Yea… yea…”
>She may have been a terrible pony and a horrible parent
>But
>She doesn’t deserve to waste away in this bed, never feeling love one last time
>Nothing unbecoming, just holding her until she slept one last time
>And listening to her softly cry into you
>”I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
>You two were like this for hours
>Nurses came and went, and you were still at your mother’s side
>”*sniff* Anon… There are two things I want before I go…”
“It’s alright, just tell me and I’ll try to get them”
>”No no… the first thing is that I want to tell you that I made a present for you, for your cutinceanera”
>”But I never was able to give it to you… because you never had that party…”
>You could feel memories rushing back
>”I still have it… when P0nyville was wrecked and I was looking through our apartment, it was the first thing I grabbed”
>”It’s at my- your house now. Attic, green box, labeled ‘For my favorite son’”
>Damnit, you could feel yourself start to cry
>”The first thing is I want you to have it. Just promise me that”
“It’s okay mom… it’s okay… What else did you need?”

>She holds you tighter and speaks into your chest
>”*mumblemumblemumble*”
“What?”
>She cries a bit and then tilts her head back
>Her bright violet eyes still have their same brilliance as you remember
>”I… need… tr...*mumble*”
>You embrace her in a deep hug
“Mom… just speak up a bit. It’s okay…”
>She takes a deep breath
>”I said…”
>”The last thing I want…”
>”Is about tree fiddy”
>Your heart skips a beat
>As you step out of the bed you realize that mom isn’t a dying purple unicorn
>But she was in fact an 8 ton, 20 foot tall paleolithic sea beast
“GOD DAMNIT IT LOCH NESS MONSTER I AINT GIVIN YOU TREEFIDDY”
>And with that you stormed out of the hospital

[spoiler] THIS EPILOUGE IS NONCANON

[spoiler] I’M JUST FUCKING WITH YALL