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- >be Anon
- >You finally finish your homemade portal out of stuff you bought at a local BestBuy and teleport to Equestria, the land of small rainbow horses.
- >Just like in every greentext you've read (and written), a kind pony picks you up from the outskirts of some random city and helps you with not dying from starvation.
- >She doesn't have much herself, but as a past NEET you don't need a lot of food to live anyway.
- >A travelling pony and an autistic human, what a pair.
- >Except, both don't know anything about living with another living being, especially when it's just as self-centered as they are.
- >Day 14 of living with Trixie, road from Fillydelphia to the central parts of Equestria.
- >You release the pen from your deadly grip, and shake the strain pain from your hand.
- >Never got enough practice with writing back at home.
- >All you did with a pen back then was draw horse puss--
- >Knock knock
- >Oh, Trixie has woken up.
- >Is it morning already?
- >You could swear you sat down to add your second week in Equestria to your diary at just about 11 P.M, if not earlier.
- >KNOCK KNOCK!
- >Why did you even start a diary, again?
- >"ANON!"
- >Oh, right
- "Yeah, yeah, wait, wait, wait."
- >Your legs are going to kill you...
- >You open the cute little door to see the blue pony without her hat and cape, and seemingly very, very anxious about something.
- >And she looks like she's about to scream right no--
- >"ANON! GET OUT, FAST!"
- >Wait.
- >What.
- >As you're coming to your senses, Trixie is nowhere to be seen.
- >She's probably outside, already.
- >You take a peek in the opening further.
- >Everything in the front door is dark.
- >And you seem to be catching a smell of something.
- >Sniff
- >Sniff
- >It's smoke.
- >That can only mean...
- "Oh, shit."
- >FIRE!
- >...
- >The last bit of your carriage falls off with a cracking sound.
- >Trixie stands beside you, watching most of what she owned burn and crumble.
- >And you're clutching to your last suit and your diary of adventures in Equestria.
- >So it wasn't morning after all.
- >"Damn it all."
- >Trixie falls to the ground, with a moan of defeat.
- >"It had to be right here, in the middle of nowhere!"
- >"Right at this very moment is the worst possible time for it to break."
- >You sit on the slightly wet grass.
- >It's a strange land.
- >It looks just like Earth.
- >And feels just like Earth.
- >Feeling the cold autumn air again...
- >Is refreshing.
- >The dark outlines of tall trees, towering over you...
- >While the night sky was spotless, you felt like a rain was coming.
- >Just the moisture in the air, you know.
- >It makes the air even more chilling.
- >Chilling, right.
- >You really should put your suit back on.
- >Throwing the jacket over your shoulder, you hear a quiet sob.
- >Is Trixie crying?
- >The Great and Powerful Trixie, coming to such a low point?
- >Honestly, you get the feel.
- >"This is the last..."
- >She sobs again, now louder, as she caught your attention.
- >"...straw, Anon."
- >Aw, fucking hell.
- >The pony had already curled up in her tail to keep warm.
- "Already asleep, eh? It must be all the stress, you poor thing."
- >You drag her in your lap and cover the rest with your body.
- >And now should be the best time to get your sleep as well.
- >...
- >You wake up with the Sun shining right in your still hazy eyes.
- >And only now realize that your shirt is all wet from the grass under you.
- >Fuck, that's the last one.
- >Trixie's still sleeping in your lap, albeit in a slightly different position, as now you are lying down instead of just sitting.
- >She seems so calm now.
- >Just as about any living creature that's sleeping, you guess.
- >Maybe even you.
- >Goddamnit, now you want to see how you sleep.
- >Sometimes you wonder how do you look with your eyes closed.
- >Then you think "It's easy, just get a camera".
- >Then the realization comes.
- >Oh, how much you could do on Earth...
- >You took it for granted.
- >Idiot.
- >"Anon?"
- >You look down on the little pony in your lap.
- >Trixie just woke up, but looked like her normal self already.
- >You'd never manage that.
- >Ever.
- >"It wasn't a dream, was it?"
- >Both of you turn your heads to the burnt carriage.
- >It was really fuckin' cool, by the way.
- >Like, bigger on the inside and everything.
- >Just what you expected from a magician pony.
- >Sob.
- >Again.
- >Oh Trixie, one minute you look like a Princess...
- >And right the next you're a crying wreck of a homeless pony.
- >It must've been embarassing, if not for the fact that you're the only one seeing her in this condition.
- >Ha.
- >You gently pet her mane to try calming her down.
- >It's fabulous; silky smooth and light at the same time, it flows under your fingers like the fur of a cat that's more expensive than you yourself are.
- >Never really got to touch her mane during these two weeks.
- >You never really got close to her, in fact.
- >It was like two step-siblings that see each other for the first time.
- >Except one of them was a different species.
- >Maybe it's for the best.
- >Oh, and Trixie seems to have stopped crying.
- >Your mane-petting might have helped.
- >"Hmph."
- >Horse noises.
- >"I would say that I thank you, but you already know that."
- >She gets up and stretches her legs.
- >Just like a cat.
- >You wish you had one back home.
- >Well, at least you helped her get better.
- >And she seems to be heading to the ashpile.
- >Not really an ashpile, but a bunch of burned wood on a melted frame.
- >You also get up from your cross-legged position.
- >It's really not good for your limbs.
- >Approaching, under the burned floor you see something that seems to be a little engine strapped to a crankshaft.
- >Trixie's also looking at it.
- >"That's the reason of the fire."
- >"It's an engine, I'm sure you humans have them in some form."
- >"Powered by magic, you see. And since magic is energy, and energy cannot just disappear, it converts into heat."
- >With that, she lightly kicks the ash off it's side.
- >You see a thing, which is probably supposed to be a heatsink.
- >It must've came off.
- >"It's cooling system broke, so it overheated."
- >She sighs, looking at the clear blue sky through the remains of the roof.
- >And then giggles.
- >"Still better than tugging it yourself."
- >Trixie looks at you with the cutest puppy eyes you've ever witnessed.
- >She knows how to hit that feel, doesn't she.
- >"Anon, I have to ask you something."
- >Oh.
- >Here we go again.
- >"Would you be so kind to help me with my bags?"
- >Well…
- >That wasn't as bad as you expected.
- >You quietly nod.
- >"My back is killing me after sleeping with the bags on."
- >She drops them off herself with a quick motion.
- >Like she's done a lot of times before the shows.
- >You pick them up by the middle strap.
- >"Also, Anon…"
- >With a long "Mmmm?", you turn your head to the pony.
- >She hesitates.
- >Tries hiding in her room.
- >But there's no door.
- >After she realizes that, with a sigh of defeat, Trixie finally manages to finish the sentence.
- >"Thank you. For helping me get through the last night."
- >Are you blushing?
- >You feel like you're blushing.
- >Shit.
- >Shitshitshitshitshi–
- >"I consider that as "you're welcome"."
- >Dumbstruck, you stand there with the saddlebags in your hands.
- >"Let's not talk about this ever again."
- >You nod furiously.
- >Trixie gets back to rummaging through her room.
- >She looks everywhere: in the dresser, under it, behind it, over it, under the little bed, or rather what's left of all of them.
- >"Anon."
- >The blue horse cartoonishly jumps out of the bed's frame.
- >"Have you seen the map?"
- >Oh.
- >She's looking for the map.
- >You raise your index finger.
- >With it sticking out, you squeeze the saddlebags between your legs and flail your other hand inside it, looking for the map you're sure Trixie has put in there.
- >"Are you sure it's in there? I don't remember taking the map out o--"
- >Ah!
- >You look triumphally at Trixie, while holding the scroll that was the map of Equestria.
- >Trixie's eyes shine, while taking it from your hand with her magic and opening it.
- >"Anon, you're a saviou--"
- >There's sure a lot of interrupting going on here.
- >"That's not the right map."
- >Oh.
- >"I was looking for the magic map that told us where we are!"
- >"Of course, I could calculate that, but I don't have time for such things."
- >Gimme that.
- >You take the map off her forcefully.
- >Calculating where you are on a perfectly good map?
- >It's easy!
- >"Um."
- >"We were heading west."
- >Bwah, even easier.
- >The map's scale looks like 1:1000000.
- >So that means 1 centimeter per 10 kilometers.
- >An engine of that mass would probably produce about 10kN of force.
- >The mass of the carriage is about 2 tons.
- >Simple math...
- >Your acceleration would be 5 meters per second, or 18 kilometers an hour.
- >You've been on the road since 7 PM to about 3.30 AM, which is 8.5 hours...
- >You've passed 153 kilometers!
- >Now you just need to measure 15.3 cm on this map...
- >"Found it!"
- >Trixie trots to you in glee with a scroll floating beside her.
- >Fuck.
- >She got it.
- >She's definitely gotten it.
- >Don't move.
- >"Anon, you didn't really just try calculating that, did you?"
- >What to say.
- >Anon, think.
- >Turn on your think tank.
- >More like "empty tank".
- >Ha.
- >Now's not the time for jokes.
- >It's a matter of life and death.
- >Trixie's gonna die of laughter if she finds out.
- >be Trixie.
- >Anon's been standing here for 5 minutes without moving at all.
- >And there's ominous noises coming out of him.
- >The Great and Powerful Tr-trixie is scared.
- >be Anon again
- >You're still standing in one spot.
- >Staring blankly into her eyes.
- >Piercing her very soul, seeing through her very being.
- >Trixie might consider that creepy.
- >You need to say something.
- >You shake your head to wipe that expression from your face.
- >"A-anon?"
- >With a "Hm?", you tilt your head a little.
- >So she knows that you're alive and not posessed by some kind of demon.
- >Goddamn your neck hurts.
- >"Are you alright?"
- >Since when is she caring about your well-being?
- >You travelled to a land of magical rainbow-colored horses with a portal that you made in my basement.
- >Left everything for this.
- >And now you're slowly going mad, it seems.
- >No, I'm not alright.
- >She probably is just worried about herself.
- >Trixie gets out of the corner.
- >Wait.
- >Aren't you forgetting something?
- >Oh.
- >That.
- >"W-we really need to get going Anon, until it gets dark agai--"
- >You shoot off immediately towards the place where you spent your night.
- "Fu-u-u-uck..."
- >Where is it.
- >Where the hell is it.
- >You hear Trixie's voice in the distance while diving under a rock.
- >You'd really love to have a flashlight right about now.
- >Should've prepared better, Ano--
- >You spot something brown and leathery in some grass.
- >There it is!
- >Your diary is safe.
- >How could you ever forget about it, Anon.
- >"Is there something wrong?..."
- >Trixie notices the thing you're holding in your hands from behind you.
- >You can almost hear the eyeroll.
- >"Are you ready to move out now, Anon?"
- >You guess so.
- >Now that you're in a good mood.
- >It doesn't matter that you've left everything you had back home.
- >After all, you've come here to start a new life.
- >Giddily, you turn around on your heel to face her.
- >It's a lot harder to do now because of all the dirt.
- >You nod.
- >Anon the Human and Trixie the Magician Pony are moving out to new and exciting adventures.
- >And tiring, seeing how now they'll have to hike their way to said adventures.
- >But it won't stop them anyway.
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