My Roommate Anonymous & The Missing AnonyMyth

Anon; College Student Anon and Twilight dorm together at Canterlot University.
How good of roomates they are and what happens is up to you.

My Roommate, Anonymous

>There once was a magical land called Equestria, where mythical beasts prospered, magic existed in abundance and the entire realm was overseen by two sister monarchs.  Despite struggles and strife, there was much prosperity, due in no small part to one particular unicorn.
>Twilight Sparkle.
>With the help of her friends, she brought down numerous threats to the stability of the land and did so with dignity and grace.  She was regarded as the greatest wizard of her time, rivaling even Starswirl the Bearded in skill.
>But this is not that story.
>
“Omigosh I’m so excited!”
>You squeal and bounce around your brother with a silly smile stretched across your face.  He looks you over and shakes his head, but you’re too ecstatic to care what other ponies think of you right now.
>This wasn’t the same as receiving your acceptance letter, or even earning your scholarship.  No, now you were HERE!  Canterlot University!
>“Twily, calm down.”
>Your brother’s voice is cool, but with a hint of humor in it.  If he were able, you’re sure he would be joining in the festivities, but it’s rather hard to play around in a royal guard dress uniform.  A blush spreads across your face as you settle down in front of him, though you are still wracked by the occasional giggle.
“Sorry.”
>He chuckles and lifts your bags with a subtle glowing of his horn, giving you a chance to march into your dormitory.  You relish the opportunity to hold your head high and soak in some of the attention you’re bound to get.  After all, you have been studying under Princess Celestia for the past ten years, and all the ponies in Canterlot know who you are.



>Only, it doesn’t come.  As you trot through the common rooms, everyone seems to be preoccupied with one thing or another.  Some are studying, others simply chatting.  Your head droops a little and by the time you arrive at the stairs, each one seems like an enormous hurdle.  Somehow, you climb to the top, your brother a few steps behind you, still smiling.
>“What’s wrong, sis?”
“Oh, nothing.  Just, wondering if I’m going to be invisible here.”
>“You’re too worried about this, just relax.”
“I’m not just a student here, Shining, I’m Princess Celestia’s hand picked protégé.  Everywhere I go, ponies know who I am, but here, it’s like they look right through me.”
>Stopping in the hall, you sit down hard on the tiled floor.  It’s childish, certainly, but it’s also something you’ve come to expect.  Your brother gives a small sigh and places a hoof over your shoulders.
>“Twily, listen.  It’s great that you have a relationship with the Princess, but you can’t let that be the only thing that defines you.”
>Giving a small sniff, you nod.
>“You’re clever, smart and when you cut loose, you can actually be a lot of fun.”
>He manages to get a smile out of you, but you still nudge him with your hoof for the backhanded compliment.
>“Just, try to make some friends while you’re here. Why not start with your roommate, who was that again?”
“Anonymous.”
>“Yeah, why not start there?”
>Nodding a little, you find your second wind and stand a little straighter.  He’s right, this is a new opportunity, one that you haven’t had in several years.  Everywhere you’ve gone while studying under the Princess has been with her company, and around much more distinguished ponies.  Now you have a chance to work with your peers, and you shouldn’t brush it off so easily.



>Besides, the Princess told you a little about Anonymous.  An exchange student from far away, Anonymous was looking to major in Equestrian History.  With your factual knowledge, you’re sure that you will become fast friends.  Besides, with such a strong, mysterious and masculine name, your roommate is bound to be an exciting individual.
“You’re right.”
>With a smile back on your face, you trot down the hall and open the door to your room for the next year.  It’s a few feet bigger than your own quarters back home, but divided between two individuals it seems a little small.  Anonymous has already set himself up on the left side of the room, so you move over towards the right, taking a moment to look over his belongings.
>“Twilight, don’t snoop!”
>Whoops.  Giving your brother an apologetic smile, you begin to rummage through your own things, trying to make the space feel a little more like home.  Shining Armor, meanwhile, has taken to looking around himself, a slight smile on his face.
“What was that about no snooping?”
>“I’m not!  Just, remembering my time at the academy.  You’ve definitely got better digs than I did.”
>You nod a little, pulling out various posters depicting formulas, chemical and mathematical, as well as a large print of Starswirl the Bearded, featuring the normally stoic unicorn crossing his eyes and sticking his tongue out.  A modification of an original picture to be certain, but it always makes you feel a little giddy inside.
>As you hang them on the wall, a dull thudding sound reaches your ears.  He’s coming!  Shining notices as well, bringing his wandering mind back into the here and now.  Both of you turn towards the door and you can feel your heart thudding in your chest.  A quick brush through your hair, just be sure that you’re looking your best, and your breath catches as the door bursts open.



 >Standing in the light, you get your first look at the mysterious exchange student.  Perhaps not quite twice your height, Anonymous still towers over you, with comparatively long legs making up most of the height.  Bipedal, Anonymous is like nothing you’ve ever seen before, something like a hairless minotaur without the horns or the equine hooves.  Wheezing, Anonymous looks up to you and grins.
“Hey, you must be Twilight, right?”
>You give a mute nod.  Hand extended, Anonymous greets you with a sly smile, the stench of physical exertion still clinging to it.  You fight the urge to recoil.
>“You can call me Anna.  You mind if I call you Twi?”
>So your mysterious, masculine Anonymous ends up being nothing more than a stinky, sweaty, ill-mannered tomboy?  There’s clearly been a terrible mistake, but you can’t rectify it at the moment, so you decide to roll with the punches.  Sighing, you hold out your hoof and put on your best diplomatic smile.
“I prefer Twilight.”
>Shining Armor chuckles a little and you manage to find it within the goodness of your heart not to strike him down.  As if drawn to the sound, Anna looks over at your brother and breaks into a low, wide grin.
>“And who do we have here?”
>Stalking over, she circles Shining a few times.  You can’t help but notice that he is doing his best to remain stoic, but his eyes flit down to Anna’s legs when she strides by.  Though, it is hard not to when they stretch on into eternity, hairless between her shoes and the hem of her pants.  With a grunt, Anna squats in front of your brother and smirks.



>“What’s your name, sailor?”
>“Sh-Shining Armor.  Of the Royal Guard.”
>You hear Anna hum in approval and touch her fingers to Shining’s cheek, giving him a small scratch as she drags her nails back and forth.  His eyes roll back, and you decide to step in before his tongue is lolling about on the ground.
“Well, as much as I hate to interfere with you getting to know my brother”
>You pause for emphasis.  Anna gives a small little smile, but only turns her head to face you.  Shining, to his credit, gathers his wits quickly.
“has to be on guard duty shortly and has no time for long goodbyes.”
>“R-right.”
>Clearing his throat, he gives your seductress roommate a weak smile and stumbles towards you.  A quick peck on the cheek and a prolonged hug later, he’s moving towards the door.  As he rounds the corner, he glances back.
>“Remember Twily, mom and dad are only an hour’s walk away, and you’re welcome at the castle any time.”
>For an instant, your heart drops.  A quick glance over at Anonymous sets your fears to rest, however, as she seems far more preoccupied with gathering her toiletries from one of her bags.  Giving your BBBFF one last smile, you watch as he disappears behind the wall.
>Turning towards your own bags, you continue to unpack until a small cough interrupts your process.  A quick glance over your shoulder reveals your roommate preparing to head out.  With a coy smile, she winks at you.
>“Hey, I’m going to go get clean, how about we have ourselves a little chat when I get back, okay?”
>She pauses, then smirks.
>“Twily?”
>Your face burns as she laughs and heads down towards the community showers.  You bury your head in a pile of clothes and let out a muffled scream.  Hopefully you’ll be able to get your room assignment changed, otherwise
>It’s going to be a long, long year.



Shukaku20; When Anon is discovered, everyp0ny wants him as a pet, and being a mute, he cant do much to complain.
Who gets him and how he is treated is up to you.

>Day 14 in Equestria
>An obnoxious clackity-clack echoes up through the floor, knocking you out of a wonderful dream.
>As the bits and pieces of your shattered hopes get carried away on an ethereal breeze, you sigh and open your eyes.
>You wake covered in debris and filth.
>Nothing unusual about that.
>Taking a few moments to dust yourself off, you pick a banana peel off your shoulder, making a face as you toss it in the general direction of what you hope is the trashcan.
>Resigning yourself to the fact that you’re probably as presentable as you can manage, you roll onto your feet and stumble towards the stairs.
>The low hanging lintel of the doorway clocks you in the forehead.
>Again.
>Sooner or later, you’re going to have to get used to the fact that nothing will ever be made in your size ever again.
>Ducking through the doorway, you head down to the kitchen and watch as the source of the sound trots her way around the kitchen, whisk in mouth, dripping batter everywhere.
>She’s completely unaware.
>You see the door to the small home has been left wide open and decide to make a break for it.
>As you pass by the kitchen, your foot finds a squeaky board.
>The deafening squeal makes your blood run cold as you glance to the mare.
>Incredibly, she doesn’t seem to take notice.
>With a sigh of relief, you take another step.
>The floor cracks under your weight, successfully swallowing your leg up to mid-thigh.
>You don’t escape unnoticed a second time.
>“Anonymous!”
>You sigh at your ‘name’ as the grey mare turns to face you, grinning around the whisk and flinging batter all over your face and chest.
>Her gold irises rattle about in her head a few times before settling into their usual cockeyed stare.
>The cooking implement clatters to the ground, quickly forgotten as Ditzy Doo wraps her legs around your head and chest.



>“Good morning!”
>Managing a muffled grunt, you sigh and pat her once on the head to try and placate the clingy mare into letting go.
>It doesn’t work as she grinds her body tighter against yours.
>“I’m so glad you’re up, I thought for sure that I was going to go to work and you’d still be asleep, but now we can have breakfast together!”
>Joy.
>Making the best of a bad situation, you manage to rub the batter on your face into her coat, the dunce mistaking your attempt at cleanliness as a sign of affection.
>“Hehe!  Stop that!”
>Finally releasing you, the bubbly mare looks down at your leg and tuts in disapproval, as if it were your fault that she lived in a decrepit cottage.
>Then, she notices the door.
>Your hopes of escape wither as Ditzy clocks her hoof against her head.
>“Oops!  Guess I didn’t close the door last night.  Good thing you pointed it out to me, huh, Anon?”
>With a bounce in her step, she closes you off from the outside world.
>Again.
>Her teeth find the back of your shirt and helps to tug you free from the new hole in her hallway.
>“I’ll fix it later, but now come eat!”
>She’s not going to fix it.
>She’ll forget about it by the time she takes the first bite of breakfast.
>Speaking of…
>A plate of carbohydrates is thrust into your face, a smile splitting Ditzy’s as she grins up at you.
>“I made muffins!  Your favorite!”
>You curl your lip, which Ditzy takes a sign of approval.
>As usual.
>In truth, you despise muffins; you did even before arriving in this technicolor hellhole.
>But this mare.
>This accursed mare.
>Every day with the muffins.
>It shouldn’t even really be a problem.
>Just open your mouth and tell her you hate muffins.
>Clearing your throat, you fix her with a pointed stare.
>Ditzy freezes, looking up at you with wide, off-kilter eyes, her lips forming a small ‘o’ of surprise and anticipation.



>You open your mouth to protest her insistence on baked goods.
>On keeping you locked up.
>And especially about the deep shame of being ‘paper trained’.
>Only the words don’t come.
>And you’re left with your mouth hanging open as you try to remember how to speak.
>Your head jerks a few times as you try to get the words out from your head to your mouth, but nothing seems to be working right.
>Just like yesterday.
>Ditzy stares for a good three seconds, then smiles and nods.
>Perhaps…
>Could it be that she finally understands?
>Heavens be praised!
>Just as you’re beginning to smile, you find a hooffull of muffin shoved into your gaping maw.
>You gag and hold your hands to your throat as Ditzy cheers in approval.
>“I knew you liked them!”
>While you choke on your ‘breakfast’, Ditzy scarfs down three muffins without batting an eye and pats you twice on the back.
>“I have to go to work now, but I’ll be back tonight, okay?  I switched out your newspaper, so remember to go in the corner!”
>Still wheezing, you hear the door open behind you and make a scramble towards the hall on all fours.
>Your hand slips into the hole you’d just made, disappearing all the way up to your armpit as you watch the door click into place, trapping you inside.
>The wooden beast looms over your crouched form, as if daring you to challenge it.
>Door.
>Your greatest rival.
>Squatting in front of the door, you size it up and finally allow your eyes to settle on the handle.
>A simple contraption, one latch and a handle.
>Your hand hovers over the latch for a moment, then goes for the handle, giving the frame a good shaking as you try and knock the door loose.
>After a solid two minutes of jiggling, your arm tingles to the point where you have to stop.
>You win this round, door.



>It’s incredibly frustrating, being reduced to this moronic state.
>When you arrived in Equestria, you clocked your head against the ground.
>Ditzy found you and, somehow, managed to get you to her cottage.
>You would have asked once you came to, but the blow had done a number on your cognitive facilities.
>You couldn’t remember how to speak.
>Sure you could string words together in your head, eloquent, beautiful things, but the act of speaking felt foreign on your tongue, leaving you incapable of communication.
>And then there were other things, like doors.
>You knew what they were and that you had used them in the past, but it was utterly impossible to wrap your head around the concept of opening them.
>No matter how hard you pushed and pulled, they refused to budge.
>If you had been able to go out into the world, you’re certain you would have found more things that you would struggle with, but you were little more than a prisoner, trapped by your own idiocy.
>As you turn your back on the door, you kick it once for good measure and then stalk over to your ‘corner’.
>After fifteen minutes of trying to force out a whole grain, fiber-loaded duce, you again try to come up with a way of escape.
>The exterior doors are all closed and latched, while the windows refuse to open.
>An idea tickles at the back of your head, something about bricks and windows, but you can’t manage to put two and two together and throw your hands up in frustration.
>These misfires are the worst.
>Storming downstairs, you take another look at the hole you made in the floorboards.
>Situating your body so you can still have some light shine down into the hole, you squint into the near darkness.



>There’s a basement, something you had assumed from an oddly placed door that Ditzy never used.
>Despite the rather dark and unused nature of the underground room, the air wasn’t stale, suggesting that there was an opening, perhaps not too large, but you could never tell.
>A few good stomps make the hole wide enough for you to shimmy down into the lower room, and the eight foot drop is nothing to complain about.
>The room is dimly lit, a few slivers of light peeking through the portions of the basement that are above ground.
>Nearly blind, you stumble through on your hands and knees, savoring each breath of outside air until you feel a shallow breeze brush across your face.
>Turning your head, you eyes settle on a long, thin slit running at an angle to the ceiling and the wall.
>Your heart begins to accelerate as you recognize it as a cellar door.
>Hands grope the wooden surface, searching for some kind of latch or handle, but find none.
>A chill runs down your body as you give a hesitant push upwards.
>The wooden slabs, though heavy and groaning in protest, yield to your force.
>You can’t contain your grin as you thrust your arms upwards and watch as the cellar doors nearly fly off their hinges.
>The small taste of fresh air you savored in the darkness has nothing on the heady, intoxicating scent of wildflowers that assaults your nostrils.
>You stumble back at the overpowering odor, even as the cheerful chirping of cardinals catches your ears.
>The brilliance of the sky causes your breath to catch, and you thrust your hands heavenward, opening your mouth to scream in joy.
>The sound is strangled and squeaky, little more than a whisper, but it serves its purpose.
>You are free.
>That is all that matters.
>The burbling of a nearby stream catches your ears, and you take a long overdo bath.



>Ditzy hadn’t quite figured out that you needed to bathe, and with the condition that she kept her house, you were beyond rank.
>After cleaning yourself, you give your clothes a good cleaning as well, as much as you can without soap.
>Stretching out in the grass, you dry yourself in the sun, savoring its warmth after two weeks of isolation.
>After an hour of real hygiene, you get back to your feet and redress, ignoring the slightly damp shirt and pants as they cling to your body.
>As much as you would like to take more take for yourself, you need to get going if you want to be gone before Ditzy arrives back home.
>With a slow, lumbering gait, you make your way into the dense dark forest.
>To freedom.

>
>Ditzy Doo sighs and pokes at the bowl of fruit.
>It’s been three weeks since her pet escaped, and she’s still struggling to figure out why Anon struck out on his own.
>Not to mention, coming home to an empty cottage is incredibly lonesome.
>“Hey!”
>The gravely shout of the weather captain jerks Ditzy’s attention back up to the head of the table.
>Rainbow Dash scowls and pounds her hoof on the table.
>“Eyes up, Ditzy, we’ve got to go over the plan.  I can’t hold your hoof today!”
>The usually bubbly mare gives a shallow nod, doing her best to pay attention to the cloud layout for the summer storms planed for the afternoon.
>Despite her best attempts, most of it goes in one ear and out the other.
>“All right team, lets break for lunch and when we get back we’ll go over the timetable once more before we head out.”



>The rest of the pegasi head out to grab a bite to eat while Ditzy remains in her seat, still only half aware of what’s going on.
>Rainbow gives a slight sigh and shakes her head, realizing there’s not much else she can do but pick up the airhead’s slack.
>Taking out the latest edition of the Foal Free Press, the blue pegasus cracks the paper open to the sports section.
>The rustling catches Derpy’s attention, the mare’s eyes focusing on the big, bold headline.
>“TWO-LEGGED MONSTER IN EVERFREE?  FFP EXCLUSIVE!”
>Accompanying the text was a picture that took up an entire third of the front page, featuring a long shot of the woods.
>In the distance, a tall creature, cloaked in shadows and covered in patchy hair glances in the photographer’s direction as it strides into the distance.
>The photo is blurry and out of focus, rendering the creature unrecognizable.
>Save to the wall-eyed mare whose face erupts into a wide smile.
>“Anonymous…”
>In that moment, Ditzy set her sights on a new goal.
>Maybe not today.
>Maybe not tomorrow.
>But someday, she would find him.
>And bring him back home.