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- GRIMDERP CONTENT WARNING
- READ AT OWN PERIL
- >Be “The Times of Anon Sparkle Ch2: Employability” in Equestria
- >It is almost three months after Twilight lost her library job
- >In response she had been running ragged around town doing odd work
- >Cleaning, moving, lifting, whatever she could do to get a few bits
- >However, her meager savings and odd income were only able to last until now
- >As of this morning, she was completely broke
- >And she was standing in the library she used to work in
- >Speaking with *her*
- >Trixie, The Element of Magic, personal student of Princess Celestia
- >Came here, defeated Nightmare Moon, kicked you out of your job
- >And worse of all, she made friends with that annoying pink baker
- >But that was not why Twilight was here
- >She was here to try and get some resemblance of her job back
- >First through talking, then arguments and logic, then outright pleading
- >As she was lying on the floor, tears in her eyes, her hooves locked around Trixie’s, she got it
- >A janitorial/stocking/handymare type job
- >Paid less, but it was essentially the same job she had before
- >And with that, she was saved from homelessness for another month
- >Be Anon Sparkle
- >For the past three months you have been EXTRA good
- >You didn’t bother mom at all, instead you actually helped a lot!
- >Made food, cleaned the apartment, hugged mom when she was sad, cleaned the dishes, made mom feel good when she asked you too, did breakfast every morning
- >And when you did screw up and make a mess you didn’t cry too hard when she punished you
- >You knew money was tight
- >But you knew what to do
- >You ate food no matter how yucky it was
- >And sometimes when there wasn’t enough food for you and mom you just drank a lot of water to not be as hungry
- >You learned that trick years ago
- >But every night after mom came home from work you always met her at the door and helped her
- >She was very tired these days, and she got angry a lot more
- >But you still loved her, because she still loved you
- >And nothing would change that, because she’s your mom!
- >One windy night, the two of you were eating dinner
- >It was beans, grass, and little bits of dried up bread
- >You called it a salad
- >She called it stupid
- >You guess she was right; salads have more stuff in them
- >But you both still ate it
- >While you were eating you could hear mom mumbling
- >Experience said to not interrupt her while she was talking
- >So you occupied yourself with your plate
- >”Bits… Bits… How the Tartarus am I going to make rent…”
- >Yum! Beans! And this time they were mostly cooked!
- >”Sublet? No no… not this hovel…”
- >*CRUNCH* Darn, that one wasn’t cooked enough
- >”Cook… can’t… Cleaning? No…”
- >*Munch munch*
- >”I work all day…”
- >*Munch munch* Yup, you can still taste that last bean
- >”Can’t catch a bucking break…”
- >*Munch munch*
- >”And here you are, eating all of my food”
- >*Munc-* Huh?
- >”Maybe I should throw you out on the street for a while?”
- >You audibly swallow
- >”Or start working somewhere”
- >She lets out a single barking laugh
- >”Or start working the stre-“
- >She stops herself from finishing and looks down
- >”No no… but… something else…”
- >”Anon, how would you like to get a job?”
- “Like you have?”
- >”Yes… yes just like that”
- >It’s been a rough week for you two
- >Twilight had you running around town, asking if you could do something
- >Everyp0ny said no
- >Why wouldn’t they?
- >You were still in school
- >You weren’t the best at magic, the fastest to learn, or the smartest
- >All you know is that mom was angry at you
- >Not a ‘make you sorry’ angry, but a lower type where she told you why you couldn’t do anything right
- >But she wouldn’t say anything too bad
- >Because today you were helping out at the library!
- >You were cleaning the first floor while mom was in the basement
- >And while you were sweeping, Trixie and her white coated friend were talking
- >”Oh I have to thank you again for helping me.”
- >”Think nothing of it. Trixi- I was glad to help”
- >”Nonono, if it weren’t for your help I would have never gotten Hoity Toity’s second order in on time”
- >”That is quite alright. I am always glad to help a friend”
- >Trixie and Rarity (which you found out by eaves dropping) continued on talking while you swept
- >A few minutes later you caught your name as their voices dropped a few notches lower
- >”…Anon, he’s just working here because of his mother”
- >”Oh, that poor colt is Twilight’s son?”
- >The violet maned mare trotted over
- >Before you knew it, she was standing in front of you
- >”Oh dear, I didn’t mean to startle, it’s just that…”
- >She paused and smiled
- >”We haven’t met before, my name is Rarit-“
- >”What are you doing talking to my son?”
- >Twilight exited the basement with cobwebs and dust covering her
- >”Nothing, I was just introducing myself-“
- >”Sure you were, Anon finish sweeping so we can go home”
- >Yup
- >As you swept mom and Rarity were talking about something, which you overheard bits of
- >”…Don’t need your bucking charity…
- >”… just asking about…”
- >”…do you care?”
- >”…Generosity to those…”
- >”…Winter is coming up, does he even have a coat?”
- >The moment you put the broom in the closet mom was dragging you out the door
- >”Come on, were making a detour before we head home”
- “Huh? Where?”
- >Maybe it was to the bakery, your birthday is coming up, and you still didn’t have your cuticeneri-
- >”To Rarity’s boutique.”
- >Oh… a clothing shop
- >When it came into sight it was outlined in the dusk sky
- >Mom stopped and grabbed you
- >”Look, she’s going to give you some clothes. For free. Don’t. Mess. This. Up.”
- >She let go and continued walking
- >”Like you always do…” she muttered under her breath
- >But you still heard, and you knew she was right
- >Inside the boutique was sorta boring
- >Mom was talking to Rarity, who was in turn talking to some guy you’ve never seen
- >”Hoity Toity, this is Twilight Sparkle, the town’s… librarian’s assistant!”
- >”Twilight, this is Hoity Toity, fashion designer extraordinaire out of Canterlot”
- >As the grownups talked you wandered off to the side
- >Staring at the creepy white dress-doll-things
- >To test your meddle you decided to do what all brave p0nies do
- >Make faces at them
- >After a few minutes you caught sight of Rarity walking into a back room
- >With your tongue out, eyes raised, and cheeks puffed
- >She caught a glimpse and let out a small giggle
- >…and your face lit up with embarrassment
- >While you calmed down mom and Hoity were talking in a low whisper about something
- >Watching them in a mirror, Hoity was the only one you could overhear on occasion
- >”…mother?...”
- >”…short on bits…”
- >”…Anon…”
- >”…accept it or not…”
- >You could see Twilight’s face turn from shock to anger
- >Then, Hoity spoke up
- >”Accept it or don’t, I’m leaving tomorrow…”
- >With that your mother’s head drops and lightly nods
- >”Alright then….”
- >Rarity comes back with some coats for you
- >HOLY-CELESTIA THESE ARE AWESOME!
- >One is a bright red one with black trim
- >Another looks a bit older but is VERY puffy and heavy
- >Oh! And this one has flare and trimmings on it that make it look like it’s from a guard!
- >But the best thing was when Rarity said
- >”You can have them all”
- >Today was a really good day!
- >Later, at home
- >Mom took your new clothes and threw them in a closet
- >Then, after a glance at a clock, she dragged you to the middle of the room and started talking
- >”A-Anon. Look… You know I love you, right?”
- “Yea”
- >”But, you also know things are tough right now. Just…”
- >She pauses and looks deeply in your eyes
- >”Hoity is coming over in a bit, and whatever he says to do, you do it. Understand?”
- >”Because if you do, then he’ll give us a lot of bits. Got it?”
- “Umm… okay… mom?”
- >”Also, don’t ask any questions. Don’t scream. And DON’T. SCREW. UP.”
- >She forcefully punctuated the last part with several rough smacks to your head
- >Then she sends you into your corner to wait
- >For the next couple of moments you were a nervous wreck
- >What did Hoity want to do?
- >What if you messed up and he didn’t give mom the bits?
- >What would mom do to you if you messed up?
- >When the knock on the door came you almost jumped out of your skin
- >Walking out of your corner, Twilight and Hoity were discussing in the main room
- >”Such a cozy little place. It has its own… charm”
- >His face light up when he saw you
- >”Ahh… here’s the star of the hour.”
- >You sat in middle of the room, slightly shaking from nervousness
- >”No need to be frightened…”
- >He casually walked over to you and sat down a little too close for comfort next to you
- >”Let’s get to know each other a bit”
- >After a few questions from him and a few short answers from yourself, he gives you another look over
- >”A little nervous? Hmmm…”
- >He leans into you and digs out something from his pocket
- >”Here, take a little of this. It will make you feel good”
- >In his hoof was a small clear vial of… something
- “Umm… wha-“
- >You instantly stopped yourself from asking when you saw your mother’s glare
- >Then you grabbed the vial and drank it in one fell swoop
- >”Wow, the whole thing? Aren’t you ambitious”
- >Suddenly, the walls started to shift and his voice started to blend
- >You were on the ground
- >No, you were sitting on someone
- >No, now it was still the ground
- >The lights vibrated with an angry intensity
- >A deeply moaning voice vibrated through your ears down to your hooves
- >Light meaty slapping filled the room
- >There was a slight pressure on your flanks, before it turned up
- >Like someone was trying to break them
- >Until it let up and another feeling replaced it
- >Your eyes betrayed you as one swung to the right and the other rolled up
- >A hard wood floor materialized underneath you, and then melted away to a cold embrace that covered your body
- >Series of low moans filled your senses, and a higher-pitched squeal is heard
- >Stretching pain fills you, then washes over you before coming out of your mouth in a sound wave of color
- >Voices that seemed to speak in an eerie unity made themselves known
- >”HHAAHAHAAHAHA. G͓̩͉͔͕͛͊ͪ̓ͦ̂̚e̸̝͖̞̱̩͖̪ͬͦ̿ͅt̵̞̞̬̭͉͗̇̽t̙̗͔̟̤ͪ̀̇͌͐͘ì̴̘͓͔̭̫̙͍̬ͩ͂ͣͩ͋n͈̬̠̝̊͊̐ͬͩ̓ͥ̒g̣̬̙͊ͪ ͙̮͎̋̓̔͒ͩo̰̮ͪ̾ͨͫ͐́ͧ͂̄f̫͖̓ͮ͌̚f̡̧̻͎͈̘̝̩̟̺̈͒͂̊͊ͅ ̨̰͈̞͙̹̜̿̂̃ͧͣͩͫ̈́͞t̷͉ͥͦ͑̔ͥo̰͙̯͎̯ͯ͛̄͢ ̴̡̝̋̊̅ͦ̚ŷ̲̖̯͍̫̥o̠̤̥̙͉͚ͯͨͭ̔̃ͪ̚͝ṷ̴̸̵͇̩̤̮̞̺͑͒r͙̯̦̹ͩ̈́̔ͧ̀ ̸̬͉͓͍̰͊́̍ͦ͞o̧̨̮̜̝̝̼̪͊́́ͅw̨̢̲̝̳̏͋̆̊͋̓̚͠ñ͋̑҉̮̦̰̳̘͙̘ ̶̶̼͇̣͍̖̯͎̥̥ͦ̎̽ͤ̈́͆̒̀̚s̢̜̯͆̇̈̉ͫ̎̉̚̚ỏ̬̹̱̎͌ͯͨ̒n̵̟͍̘͂ͧͬ̍͘͝ͅ?̶͙̳̦̰ͧͨ̾͂̚?”
- >Then your vision filled with purple
- >A familiar embrace of love and affection made you ease up
- >And then other embrace that you were familiar with
- >Your mind bent around with your body
- >Aching fell upon you in waves
- >A sudden tension and then release was the last thing you remembered
- >The next day
- >You wake up
- >Not in your bed, but in your mom’s
- >Your head felt like it was going to explode, your flanks were sore and possibly bruised, and there was a weird taste in your mouth
- >A mix between copper, grape, snot, and something sticky and salty
- >The memory of last night was reduced to a mixture of colors and feelings
- >As you opened your eyes a bit you saw that you were resting against mom’s chest
- >She was wide awake, and slowly stroking your mane
- >Her face was looking at you blankly with a 1000 yard stare
- >And her voice was distant and monotone
- >Minutes passed before she spoke
- >”Anon…”
- “Yes Mom?”
- >Your tongue felt like dead weight in your mouth
- >”Do you love me?”
- >She kept on stroking your mane, giving you the 1000 yard stare
- “Yes…”
- >Another pass of her hoof
- >”Do you want to work? Make more bits so we don’t starve?”
- “Yes…”
- >Another pass
- >”Would you do anything for me?”
- “…Y-yes”
- >Another caress of her hoof against your head
- >”Anon… there are a lot of mares and stallions that would like to meet you…”
- >You notice her gaze isn’t exactly fixed on you, but at something behind you
- >”And they want to be friends”
- >Her drone voice seemed very distant
- >Turning your head you looked to see what she was staring at
- >She now kept stroking your face, not noticing that you turned around
- >In front of you, on the bed stand, was a fairly large bag of bits
- >”You would like to meet them wouldn’t you Anon?”
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