Anon's Stando Adventure Part 2: The First Day

>Holy FUCK
>It’s tomorrow and your head is fucking killing you
>Time to take a fucking shower
>Your morning routine is punctuated by frequent cussing at the most minor of things
>The shower’s too cold, the coffee is too black, and your socks are inside out
>The ibuprofen you took in the bathroom isn’t helping anything
>Maybe you just need to go outside and say hi to somepony
>That’ll clear this headache right up, right?
>After you pull your standard attire on, you head out, noticing Rara and Panko strolling by
>Ah good, you’d been wanting to see your friends since you got back
>You were just too full of self-loathing to bother
>But today is a new day
“HEY RARES! PANKO! HEY!”
>They stop, startled, and turn to you
>Ponka’s face lights the fuck up and Rarity smiles demurely
>”OMIGOSH HEYYYY NONNY! HOW’RE YOU DOING I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN LIKE 4 DAYS AND YOU VISITED CELESTIA BUTTHENYOUGOTCOOPEDUPINYOURHOUSEANDNONEOFUSWEREABLETOCOMEBYAN-“
>You dash over, stooping down to hug Pinks
“Yeah, I missed you too Tonka Truck. How’re you gals doin’ today?”
>”We’re just fine, darling. Pinkie and I were just taking a stroll around town. I needed a break from my work and she has the day off, so we figured we’d hit the town. Would you like to join us? We can talk about your visit with the princess as we go.”
>The headache spikes
>JESUS FUCK IT HURTS
>Don’t show it, don’t show it
>They don’t need to be worried about you
>You’re PERFECTLY fine right now
“Hell yeah, I’d love to hang out with two of my favorite mares. Let’s get a move on!”
>You point dramatically down the street, headache clawing at your temples while Rarity and Pike Place giggle behind you

>The hardware store is the last place you thought Rarity would go
>Apparently she needed a high-quality mallet for her latest creation
>You’ll never understand that mare
>Unfortunately, Rarity had also turned the conversation towards her latest product instead of listening to you
>You would have been bothered by it but it was a relief to not have to talk today
>The roaring of the power saws and banging of hammers in the back of the shop makes your head feel like someone’s running jagged glass through your temples
>But you endure, for the sake of your friends
>A beige stallion with a cobalt mane is tending the counter
>”Hi there and welcome to- well hel-LO there, Rarity. I see you brought your sexy little friend with you.”
>What the fuck
>”Hard Hat, that’s quite enough. I’m here to purchase things, not to let you hit on me and ogle Pinkie Pie. I’d like your best mallet please.”
>”Ho-ho, I’ll give you my best mallet alright!”
>He saunters off into the back of the shop
>Your head is about to explode
>Every time this fuckface opens his stupid horsey mouth you want to just rip his fucking head off
>And he won’t stop leering out of the back at Pinkie, who has gone uncharacteristically quiet
>If he makes another sexual remark you’re going to punch his teeth into his asshole
>Hard Hat returns to the front counter, bearing a large steel mallet
>”Is this what you had in mind you sweet tease? A hammer fit for pounding the dents out of the town bicycle! This is the perfect product for a stuck-up priss like yourself, and I-“
>You fist meets his face
>Cocksucker
>Rarity yelps and Pikmin looks at you with fear
“You keep harassing my friend and I’ll shove your head up your own ass. Back the fuck off.”
>His demeanor changes instantly
>Hard Hat leaps over the counter, directly in front of you
>A deep, primal urge is rising up from the depths of your subconscious
>A hunger
>He has to pay for hurting your friends like that
>Words can hurt just as much as broken bones, after all
>Hard Hat speaks, and liquid shit erupts from his mouth
>”You listen here you disgusting monkey fuck, Rarity is worth less than rat shit. She’s a filthy slut who doesn’t keep her promises, and she’s a fucking tease. If I had my way, oh boy, she’d be mine. The things I’d do to her sweet, sweet body…”
>As his hardened, lust-crazed gaze meets yours, something snaps
>The headache peaks
>You arch your back, spread your arms, ball your fists, and the most bizarre thing happens
>A… thing phases into view in front of you
>Sea green, with a large torso and comically skinny legs
>A triangular visor covers its oversized, globe shaped head
>Constellations dance across what you can see of its face, and its fingers have four large holes, one on each tip, as well as on its thumbs
>Crescent fins jut out from its elbows, sharp and deadly-looking, and about the length of its forearms
>Its entire body is embossed with a field of stars, the same stars you see when the heavens make themselves known as the moon comes up
>None of that shit matters right now
>All you want is for this womanizing piece of garbage to fuck off and die
“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING SACK OF SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
>The thing lashes out with a series of explosive punches, rocketing out from its fists faster than your eyes can follow
“FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!”
>Fists erupt into the bastard from every direction as the thing draws closer to him
>Hard Hat is beaten senseless by this impossible assault, and slams into the counter as the thing rears back for one final punch
>He struggles to his hooves, mostly unharmed, looking at you with fear on his face
>No quarter given to fools
>You rear back and unleash the war cry of your people as the thing blasts its fist straight into Hard Hat’s skull
“REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
>The last punch is enough to knock Hard Hat over the counter and slam him into the opposite wall
>He slowly peels from the wall until his back comes all the way off, and then he crashes to the ground in a heap
>He isn’t moving
>Oh FUCK no
>You scramble over to him, putting a hand over his mouth
>He’s still breathing
>Phew
>You double over, panting
>What?
>Why are you tired?
>That weird-ass thing is the one who…
>It’s gone
>What?
>Rarity recovers enough to speak
>”A-Anonymous, what just happened?
“D-did you not see that big green thing? It beat the shit outta this guy!”
>Rarity looks at you like your head just turned into Discord’s butt
>”There was no one in here besides us, Anonymous.”
>What
>the fuck
>…
>You can’t process this right now
“Rares, take the hammer and put the bits on the counter. We’re leaving.”
>Picking up Panks on your way out, you open the door and calmly walk into the street
>Too calmly
>Pink is extremely tense, not moving a muscle in your arms
“What’s wrong Pinkie? You alright?”
>She starts and flinches away from you
>This has the unfortunate side effect of you dropping her on her cute butt
“Oh shit, Pinkie! Are you okay?”
>She stands up shakily, keeping her fearful gaze locked onto you
>Fearful?
>Is she afraid of you?
“Panko, you listening? Are you okay?”
>She flinches, pulling back from you
>As she looks you in the eye and pulls her head back, you see that fearful has turned into tearful
>She’s about to cry
>What is there to cry about?
>You just-
>Oh
>Oh shit
>Oh SHIT
>You were in the room, screaming obscenities while some green thing punched the shit out of a pony you don’t even know
>Rarity didn’t see it
>Pinkie seems like she didn’t see it either
>It’s gonna look like you did it
>But that makes no sense
“Hey Pinkie! Did you see what punched Hard Hat?”
>She seems to snap out of her mood, and very slowly shakes her head no
>What the fuck is going on today?
>You turn, looking for Rarity-
>And it’s RIGHT THERE
>The thing that punched the shit out of that bastard is floating
>FLOATING
>right in front of you
>The visor is still pulled over its bigass head, so you can’t see its face, but you can somehow sense that it’s staring at you
>”…What’s wrong Anon?”
>Pinkie asks you like she can’t see this thing
>What the FUCK is going on?
“H-hey Pinkie, is there anything unusual around here?”
>”Um… no? I can’t see or hear or smell anything weird around here. The only weird thing is when you flipped the heck out and that guy somehow flew into the wall.”
>She’s still unusually subdued
>But that confirms it
>Neither she nor Rarity can see this fucking thing
>You decide to do something really stupid
“H-hey.”
>What a loser
>Speaking to some sort of alien thing and the best you can do is “hey”
>”Yeah, Anon?”
>>”What is it dear?”
>Rarity and Panko both respond
>You didn’t even notice Rarity walking towards you, bag grasped in her telekinesis
>”…Well, sorry for the wait Anon dear, I had to make sure Hard Hat was going to be okay. He is a complete fucking asshole, but he still deserves to live.”
>She swore
>Rarity NEVER swears
>Wow
>He must be even worse than you thought
>…
>The question for right now, of course, is where the fuck are you going to go next?
>You need to make sure Pinkie is okay
>But you need to get out of here first
>And you need to figure what the fuck this green thing is and what it wants
>…
>Better head to the library
>Twilight’s gonna want your notes on the Arrow anyway

>As you walk away from the shop, you make sure to keep looking behind yourself to see if the cops are coming for your ass
>sweatyguy.jpg
>You also make sure to keep an eye on that fucking green star thing, since it seems to be following you
>It’s never more than 10 meters away from you, by your estimates
>This thing seems to want something from you, but you can’t figure out what
>It’s not like you can talk to it or anything
>Doesn’t have a mouth
>How does it even eat?
>That is a question for a later time, though
>Fortunately, you make it to Twilight’s place without incident, looking over your shoulder every 5 seconds
>You make sure that Rarity and Panko are with you before you knock
>Purplesmart throws the door open after the third knock, standing there with a sheepish grin on her face
>”Sorry to- hey Anon! Hey girls! It’s great to see you!”
>You push past her
“Yeah, it’s great to see you too Twi but we gotta come in for a bit. Please.”
>Twi looks confused as hell but lets you pass, and Pinkie and Rarity follow behind her
>You see the fucking green thing float in after them
>Twilight shudders as she walks over to you
>”Whoa, just got a big chill up my spine. It’s not cold today though, so I don’t know why. Now, what can I help you with?”
“Well to start off, Rarity and Pinkie got hit on at the hardware store, I got fucking angry, and THAT-“
>You point over her shoulder at the alien thing
>”fucking thing punched the shit out of the guy who did it. I have no idea what’s going on today and I don’t think I want to know. Can you please, PLEASE help us? Pinkie’s been real quiet since we left the store and I just… Help me, Twi. I’ll tell you about the artifact and my visit later.”
>The girls stare skeptically at the spot you indicated, then look back at you
>”I really don’t think there’s anything over there, Anon.”
>An idea strikes you
“Hey, you can sense magic, right? Try sensing around over there, and see if you find anything.”
>Everyone looks at you like you’re crazy, now including Spike as he stumbles blearily out of his room upstairs
>Twi seems skeptical, but after some thought she wanders over around the green thing and lights her horn up
>After a few seconds, she gasps and stumbles backwards, looking uneasily over at you
“What happened? Did you find something?”
>”I-what-you-but… A-Anon, there’s a huge mass of magical energy right here in the room.”
>Rarity and Spike exchange uneasy looks while Pinkie raises her eyebrow
>So Porchlight can sense it, whatever the fuck it is
>”B-but… it’s connected to you, Anon.”
>what
>What
>What the fuck
“That’s impossible, Twi. Humans can’t use magic and I’ve never had any in me anyway, so how can a fucking alien-lookin’ thing be magical and connected to me?”
>Everyone looks at you like you’re crazy again
>Twi lowers her head and tries to puzzle the situation out
>Ponk speaks up for the first time since you got here
>”Is it really an ayyy lmao Nonny?”
>This girl memes too much
“I think? It’s kinda like…”
>You do your best to explain the thing’s appearance to your gathered friends, indicating height and width using your hands
>Twi scans the area the whole time, trying to figure out exactly what the fuck this thing is
>It actually turns itself to face Twilight as she scans around it, staring at her through its visor
>How do you know that?
>”Alright, everyone, I think I’ve figured out what this thing is.”
>You snap your head around so fast you almost give yourself whiplash
“You know what it is!? Hurry up and tell us, I wanna know!”
>She sighs a little
>”It’s exactly what I said it was Anon. It’s a mass of magical energy that is not only connected to you, but seems to be produced by you. You’re somehow generating this thing, maybe using a type of magic unique to humans? Whatever it is, when I try to read it, I end up reading your soul instead, almost like it’s an extension of your spirit.”
>THAT gets your attention
>Wayyyyy back when, when you were still a kid on Earth, you loved manga
>Most 13-year-olds did back then, now that you think about it
>One in particular caught your eye though
>JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure
>It was full of crazy posing, buff dudes, and spiritual manifestations of the user’s will
>Stands
>You’d only read up to the end of the fourth part, but from what you could remember, now that you were actually trying to think about it, this alien thing seemed like a Stand
>It punched the shit out of that guy, it floats everywhere, and it’s probably an extension of your soul
>No one else can see it either, probably because they have no Stands
“So it’s a Stand.”
>Again with the suspicious looks
“A Stand is this thing from a Japanese comic back on Earth, it’s like a manifestation of the user’s will to fight. It’s their soul, essentially, given metaphysical form. Most of them have some sort of awesome power, like stopping time or erasing space. If this thing an extension of my spirit, like you say it is, it might be something like a Stand. That might also be the reason none of you can see it, since Stands can only be seen by Stand users.”
>Rarity, whose face has become more and more confused over the course of this entire visit, finally speaks up
>”This is a very nice prank, you two, but I think it’s gone on long enough. There’s no way this thing is real. You’re hallucinating, or you’re trying to mess with Pinkie and I, or both. But there’s no way-“
“Hang on Rares, I have an idea. Twi, throw a book at the Stand-magic.”
>You hope you’re right about this
>Twilight hesitates for just a moment, but plucks the nearest book off a table and telekinetically tosses it at the Stand-thing
>You raise your hand and think “catch it”
>The thing raises its arm and intercepts the book before it smacks it in the chest
>Everyone’s jaws hit the floor
>No FUCKING way
>Rarity seems to be on the verge of fainting
>Pinkie comes the rest of the way out of her funk, wearing equal parts shock and joy on her face
>Spike sputters inelegantly, trying to rationalize your seeming use of magic
>Twi is the first to recover
>”I-is this some sort of telekinesis, Anon?”
“You could call it that, yeah.”
>You think “open it and flip to a page”
>The Stand flips the book open and navigates to the middle pages
>Oh my fucking GOD
>Everyone’s gaze is fixated on the book, which probably looks to them like it’s actually levitating
>With another thought, it slaps the book shut, floats over to the table nearby, and places the book down on top of it
>You didn’t have to command it that time, it was just like flexing your arm
>It just happened
>Everyone looks about ready to shit themselves
>Spike is standing there looking like Rarity just asked him to lick her ponut
>Rarity and Pinkie are glancing wildly between you, the book, and Twilight
>Purplesmart looks like Celestia just gave her access to the Canterlot Archives
>You move the Stand to touch Rarity’s nose
>It takes no effort at all, hardly even a conscious thought
>Making it stroll over to her comes to you as easily as moving your own legs
>You lift its arm up, almost casually and-
>*boop*
>”AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
>Dresshorse dashes across the room, about ready to shit herself
>Holy shit, you FELT that
>You felt the impact of your- no, the Stand’s finger on Rarity’s snout
>THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL
>You throw your head back and laugh in triumph, in amazement, in wonder
>This is fucking real, right?
>You aren’t hallucinating this, right?
>Never did you think you’d be able to see or do something like this
>You’d always planned on living a quiet, simple life in Ponyville
>Now?
>You’re still going to do that, but with a cool-ass punchghost by your side
>Every Stand had a cool musical name in the manga, so you should name this thing based on that
>After all, why mess with tradition?
>It’s covered head to toe in stars and constellations, and it’s got a globe with more constellations for a face
>A name springs to your mind, unbidden
“[Planisphère]”
>Your friends jump, startled by the earnesty with which you now speak
“I’m gonna call it [Planisphère]. Every good Stand has a cool-ass musical name.”
>Holy shit you’re so excited
>You don’t care how the fuck this happened
>It’s cool as fuck, that’s all that matters

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5DOrywLDQo&feature=youtu.be
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STAND NAME: [PLANISPHÈRE]
STAND MASTER: ANONYMOUS

POWER: C
SPEED: B
RANGE: D
DURABILITY: C
PRECISION: C
POTENTIAL:A
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>”So yer sayin’ ya got this Stand thing after prickin’ your finger with an ancient as all hell arrow, passin’ out, and havin’ a massive headache? Do ya think those things might be just the tiniest bit related?”
>Applejack does have a point
>After the discovery of your newfound Stand, Twilight called the rest of the Mane 6 together at the treebrary to discuss everything you could remember of your visit to Canterlot and what you did earlier today, and to explain what the hell Stands were to everyone
>They took it surprisingly well
>You’re all joined by Spike and Owloysius, Porchlight’s owl “assistant”
>You’d spent the better part of the explanation poking Dash with [Planisphère] because she wouldn’t sit still
>She’d flinch like a cat that got bopped on the nose, every time
“Shit AJ, you just reminded me.”
>Twilight and Rarity glare at you for your foul tongue
>Can’t take the cursing out of a human, no matter where they end up or how nice it is there
>Sorry Twiggle
“In the manga I read, I remember that the bad guys and some of the good guys would get their Stands when they got stabbed by a mystical arrow that was basically identical to the one Celestia and Luna poked me with. It didn’t have a scarab on the arrowhead, though.”
>Dash pipes up, clearly bothered by something
>”So you’re saying that this Stand stuff existed in comic form in your world, but that it’s real here and sticks to the same sort of rules?”
>Basically
>”Dash, do you think there’s some sort of inter-dimensional equivalence going on here? A spell or law of nature that makes the fantasies in the human world real in ours?”
>That’s a hell of a logical leap
>”I wouldn’t say that, Twi. What I’m trying to get at here is why does everything to do with Stands seem to equate with something from this “mango” stuff Anon’s talking about? Is it just a weird coincidence? An inter-dimensional constant? It’s just… bizarre, when you think about it.”
>Ayyy
>Dash gets the finger guns
>She’s a little creeped out by that
>Dial it back
>Hell yeah
>Damn you’re cool
>Also you never thought Dash could even use phrases like “inter-dimensional” or stuff like that
>Mare’s smarter than you give her credit for
>”Umm… I think that no matter what it is, we need to inform the princesses, since it sounds to me like you were just messing around and you got discharged from the hospital before you could confirm or deny the results of the experiment.”
>Man, everyone’s surprising you today
>That’s the most Fluttershy has ever talked in your presence since you met her two years ago
>”Fluttershy’s right, Anon. Spike?”
>He snaps to attention as she floats him a feather and scroll
>”Yes Twilight?”
>>”Take a letter please. We need to report our findings to Princess Celestia.”
>”Got it.”
>>”Anon, I think you should dictate the letter. After all, you’re the one at the center of all this.”
>The guilt is still there, coiled up in your gut
>She cried because of your idiocy
>Hopefully this letter will lift her spirits
“Dear Princess Sunbutt,”
>Rarity and Twilight’s eyes bug out of their heads
>Fluttershy covers her face with her mane
>”O-oh my…”
>Pinkie’s hooves are holding her mouth shut to stifle her laughter
>Dash has a thousand yard stare on her face
>AJ pulls her hat down over her eyes
>”Good grief, Anon.”
>Spike remains unmoved
>”Hoo?”
>>”Princess Celestia, that’s who.”
“I’m sending you this letter in the hopes that it will lift your spirits at least a little bit. I’m doing much better now and I think our little experiment with the Soveran Arrow, make sure to capitalize that Spike, worked. I had a real nasty headache the day after I got back- seriously, felt like my head was being split in two- but I manifested what I believe to be known as a Stand and beat the shit out of a creepy piece of shit who was hitting on my friends. Make sure you capitalize Stand too, Spike.”
>You launch into a retelling of what happened earlier today, as well as a re-explanation of what Stands are in the manga, the fact that the Arrow creates them, and what they can do, mentioning The World and Killer Queen as examples.
“In conclusion, I believe we need to meet up as soon as possible. If the Arrow did indeed cause me to manifest this new power, the Soveran Murals may in fact be telling the truth. Plus it’s cool as hell. Write back soon, Sunny D. Your pimpin’est human, Anon.”
>Spike signs it with a flourish, rolls it up, and breathes green fire on the parchment, causing it to burn to ashes and fly out the window
>That was always cool no matter how many times you saw it

>”So, what’re we going to do now, Anon? You’ve got this new power so how do you wanna use it?”
“Always asking questions, Purplesmart. Though I suppose the most awesome course of action would be to see what the hell this thing can do. Most Stands come with secondary powers on top of their physical strength, so I guess I’ll just run this thing through a bunch of tests. Do you have anything around here that I can punch?”
>Rarity cringes a bit, likely recalling what you did to Hard Hat
>Dude had it coming, too bad so sad
>”Actually, I think I have a few crates in the basement. Let’s go take a look.”
>As Twi heads for the basement door you turn to face the rest of your friends
“You guys wanna come with? I think it’ll be pretty damn cool.”
>As the group makes its way down the basement steps, you scratch behind Ponka’s ears with [Planisphère]
>She straightens up a little and takes a deep shuddering breath before giving you a glare of mock disapproval
>For her trouble she gets a sheepish grin and a wink from you
>Not like it was hard for her to guess who that was
>Pones don’t have fingers
>It’s way bigger in here than you thought was possible, so either Twilight created an elaborate underground base or this place has spatial enchantments
>As you all reach the bottom of the huge-ass room, Twilight levitates a few dusty crates into the center, far away from anything else
>They look pretty old and flimsy
>She casts another spell before turning to you, excitement in her eyes
>”Alright Anon, I’ve anchored these crates to the floor so you won’t have to chase after them when you punch them. Show us what you can do.”
“Gladly Twi.”
>A quick gulp betrays your nervousness
>Performing in front of others always made you stressed out
>But you’re doing this for you
>Time to see what this thing can really do
“[PLANISPHÈRE]!”
>Though they can’t see it, [Planisphère] fades into reality in front of you, rearing back for a mighty-ass punch
>Gonna fuck these boxes up
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
>As you scream out, [Planisphère] slams its fist straight through the nearest crate, producing a hole the size of a small melon
>Your gathered friends jump at the hole’s appearance and the sharp crack that accompanies it
>Time to push your stand further
>As you prepare to beat the hell out of this stupid box, you decide to try a few different yells you remember while [Planisphère] attacks
“DORARARARARARARARARARARAAAAAAA!”
>[Planisphère]’s fists fly, splintering wood and pounding the old crate into a small pile of kindling
>Not bad, but it’s not quite the same feeling as when you beat up Hard Hat
>And the yell is impressive, but it’s just not your style
>Time to move onto the next box
“MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAAAAAAA!”
>Loud cracks and the scent of sawdust fill the air, causing Rarity’s nose to wrinkle
>Your friends cringe back from the noise
>Another crate, another yell
“ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!”
>[Planisphère]’s vicious-looking elbow fins don’t even phase the box, just bouncing harmlessly off
>Guess they’re just for show; better stick to punching stuff
>There’s only one old wooden box left, and you’re still dissatisfied with your attack yell
>May as well stick to what you started with
“FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU!”
>[Planisphere] pulls its fist backwards to finish annihilating this pathetic cube of sawdust
“REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
>The last scrap of wood flies off the old box and nearly embeds itself in the basement wall
>Phew
>Those crates were actually less tough than Hard Hat’s body
>But that yell…
>You’re definitely gonna use that in the future, if you have to punch the shit out of anything
>No idea why you’d think that, but just to be ready…
>The collective faces behind you gawk like they just witnessed some godlike display of power
>Huh
>The legends really must have been true
“Phew, how was that Twi? Did I do good?”
>The utterly shocked expression on her face tells you everything you need to know
>Hell yeah, you’re the fucking best
>Swiping your hand across your brow, bracing your other hand on your thigh, cocking your leg outwards, and leaning back, you pose fantastically for the gals and Spike
>Pinkie wipes her forehead with her mane while Rarity gawks, awestruck
>They’re both sweating profusely
>”Whoa, that was awesome Anon! If you can punch like that and knock somepony out then maybe you can punch through rocks!”
>Rainbow, always escalating things
>Though it does sound pretty badass, but Twi might not-
>”I agree Anon. I think I have a few monoli-uh, rocks in here that I don’t need anymore. You can try punching those.”
“Buh?”
>Her quick assent throws you off guard; she’s usually much more cautious about destructive things
“Uh, okay…”
>Twilight levitates a huge hunk of stone from somewhere in the magically expanded basement’s depths, surprising everyone, even Panko
>”Twilight dear, where have you been keeping that? Where did you even get it?”
>>”Oh, this was a donation from Pinkie’s rock farm after we sealed away Discord. They said they’d be willing to donate it for research, but I never really had the time to do anything like that. So I’ll just donate it to Anon so he can do research with it instead!”
>She floats it over to the center of the basement, securing it to the floor with the same spells she used on the crates earlier
>”Go ahead Anon, show us what [Planisphère] can do!”
>The huge stone looms imposingly and you’re feeling a little uncertain about this, but if you could knock out a pone, you can punch through a stone
>Let’s do this

>OWWWWWWWW
“AAHHHHHHH FUCK!”
>So punching rocks with your Stand at full speed wasn’t the best idea, since you’d sort of forgotten the whole “damage to Stands is reflected onto their users” thing
>As a result you mangled your right hand pretty bad; it’s pretty much just a lump of flesh and bone right now
>THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE REFLECTIVE, THIS FUCKING HURTS
>Rarity and Dash had both fainted, AJ was standing in the corner holding her hat and comforting Fluttershy, and Pink and Spike were throwing up behind the monolith
>Hopefully Twi knows medical magic, it’d be embarrassing to go to the hospital twice in a row for self-inflicted stupidity, and on the same hand too
>STOP BEING SMARMY GODDAMN IT
>”Oh Celestia, Anon! Come over here, I’ll try to fix you up! It’s gonna hurt a lot though.”
>FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
>The others cluster around you, supporting you on your way to the table near the stairs
>They’re all horrified by the state of your hand, not that it’s unwarranted
>It’s like a unicorn tried to use magic to accelerate his punch but forgot to reinforce his hoof
>The purple aura of Twilight’s magic envelopes your crushed fist, and you suddenly lose feeling in your hand
>Oh shit she’s gonna have to AMPUTATE IT-
>”Phew, just remembered a local numbing spell! Alright, you’ll be okay Anon, I just need you to look away and breathe deeply, can you do that?”
>You nod assent dumbly, it’s all you can do right now
>It’s like you’re watching a movie; everything on the screen is so distant, even though it’s right in front of you
>The feeling of pins and needles envelops your entire body as you are levitated onto a table for the second time in five days
>”Twi, Ah think he’s goin’ inta shock.”
>>”He’ll pull through AJ, don’t worry. I’ve got him. You might want to look away, girls. And Spike.”
>Everyone does as they are told, and not a moment too soon
>There’s a nightmarish sort of sound. like someone dragged a bundle of meat and sticks into a cave and let an Ursa Major feast upon it
>Just don’t look down, that way lies madness
>As your breathing speeds up apprehensively, the noises change to the much more subdued squish-squash of flesh being rearranged, and you see Twilight’s eyes narrow with intense concentration
>”Fluttershy! You remember that week we spent studying Anon’s anatomy when he got here? I need your help right now!”
>That’s right, Celestia ordered Twilight to study your physiology when you’d first been brought to her, just in case they’d need to know how to fix you
>Fluttershy was there too, since Sunbutt knew how much knowledge she possessed with regards to animal care
>The three of them and Luna had examined your entire body inside and out, with the exception of one particular organ
>Don’t ask how they did it
>”R-right, I’ll do my best! Excuse me!”
>She gently pushes Applejack aside as she gallops over to the table
>She’s so cute when she becomes determined
>And right now that could help save your bones from being put back into place the wrong way
>”Alright Twilight, what do you need?”
>>”Where does this bone go?”
>Hooooooly shit she removed your hand bones
>This is too goddamn much, time to throw up
>NO! Keep it together, Anon!
>You’re right, brain. Can’t let stomach win this fight
>You barely manage to keep the urge to blow chunks at bay
>”W-well, instead of picking one and trying to figure out where it goes, why don’t we just sort them out into the shape of his hand and you can put them all back in an organized manner?”
>>”…Oh. Yeah, I probably should have thought of that. Okay, let’s sort this out! We don’t have any time!”
>The two get to work, presumably reconstructing the way your carpals and phalanges and whatnot fit together like some macabre jigsaw puzzle
>To distract yourself from the clacking your bones are making on the table and the desire to lose your cookies, you bring out [Planisphère] again, noting that its right hand dangles limply by its side
>Apparently, removing your bones also removes the Stand’s bones
>This is fucking trippy
>Well, while you’re waiting you might as well try experimenting a bit more with it
>You make [Planisphère] punch with its good arm, noting that it can still attack very rapidly with one hand out of commission
>It’s no Star Platinum though, that thing could punch diamonds and not be any worse off for it
>Best to stick to punching soft things, like pones, and yourself for being stupid
>The holes on the tips of its fingers and thumbs interest you, though you have no idea what they’re for
>Hmm…
>You flex your spiritual muscles and make [Planisphère]’s left hand into a finger gun
>Pchoo pchoo
>You giggle a bit at the sight of your Stand making finger guns at the girls
>”Ah’m pretty sure he’s losin’ it, Twi.”
>Nothing else really happens though
>But hang on, if you could feel your Stand booping Rarity’s nose when you really concentrated on it, maybe you could use its other senses as well
>After all, Jotaro was able to speak using his Stand, so maybe...
>Can you see through its eyes?
>You close your own peepers, concentrate really hard, like pants-shittingly hard, and open them again
>Absolutely nothing happens
>Fuck, there’s got to be some trick to this
>You concentrated really hard on touching Rarity’s nose, so maybe you should concentrate really hard on staring at, I dunno, Panko and Spike
>They’re still behind the big-ass rock and you REALLY want to see them, but you can’t look in that direction without also seeing your fucked up hand
>You HAVE to see them or you’ll fuckin' lose it
>You have to SEE
>to See
>See
>see
>You suddenly realize that you were concentrating so hard you shut your eyes
>Everything still feels like you’re on the table though, even the numbness in your hand
>Dang it
>With a resigned sigh you open your eyes
>What greets you is a completely different angle of vision, darkened by the visor you now peer out through
>You’re staring down at yourself from above and to the side, Twilight and Fluttershy blocking the view of your hand
>You can see every single detail, the subtle rippling of muscles under your shirt as you breathe, the hairs on your head, and the grimace of disgust on your face
>Man, you didn’t think you looked that ugly, but a fresh perspective really put things into, uh… perspective
>But holy SHIT
>You’ve achieved some kind of pseudo-astral projection here, this is fucking nuts
>Can you move around in [Planisphère]’s body?
>A quick check reveals that YES, you can float all over the place
>You spend a few minutes lazily bobbing and weaving around the table, taking care to keep your back to Twi and Shy
>An attempt was made to punch rapidly with your left hand, but it seems that projecting your consciousness into your Stand limits it to human physical ability
>Oh well, let’s check out the Pink One and the Dragon, shall we?
>While manipulating your Stand’s body, drifting through the air takes no effort at all since you seem to just float naturally in any particular direction
>As you approach the monolith you feel a sort of tug behind your belly button, pulling you back towards your body on the table
>Ah, yes
>The “maximum range” issue
>Stands can’t move outside of a set radius from their users, which must be what you’re experiencing right now
>So that’s what it feels like
>Seems like your Stand can’t travel more than maybe 12 or 10 meters from your body
>Better to find out now than when you might fuck things up, like catching a falling cat or something
>Welp, everyone else is too far away to touch, so you drift back down to [spoiler]Stand[/spoiler] by your own side, carefully avoiding glancing at your poor right hand
>Porchlight and Flutters straighten up from their position at your hand, wiping their brows
>”Alright Anon, we’re almost done here, I just need Rarity to finish this up. Rarity, can I get your help?”
>A quick glance in her direction reveals that she’s still out
>Well fuck
>Twi, obviously out of patience, zaps her with her horn
>”zwhut HUH NO ANONYMOUS I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING LEWD OR mmmmm…”
>Rare’s dreamin’ about lewd things, huh?
>Niiiiiiice
>”Rarity, get over here, we need your help to stitch Anon up!”
>Rares jerks upright, clearly questioning the request, but she complies, slinking her way over to the table as she yawns
>”Now Rarity, I need you to focus on this. I’ve already marked the points where you need to sew, so take these sutures and work your magic. It’s just like working with nylon, if nylon was a bit tougher and made out of skin and muscle.”
>>”Twilight, why must you phrase it in such a vile fashion? I understand the gravity of the situation but really now, I-“
“Rarity shut up and stitch me up.”
>That came out of your body, even though you’re still “inside” [Planisphère]’s body, and you heard it both from your astral vantage point and inside your own body’s head
>Dual audio features: nice, but something to look into at a later time
>This is starting to get fucking weird, time to go back
>You close your eyes and imagine looking at Twilight and your hopefully now-fixed hand
>You concentrate REALLY FUCKING HARD
>Things don’t feel any different, but that’s how you felt when you started this weird little adventure
>Verrrryyy slowly, you crack one eye open
>And see Rarity, cringing like a motherfucker with a needle and sutures grasped in her magic, stitching up your hand
>Vomiting is almost unavoidable at this point, but at least you’ve managed to get back into your own head
>”I don’t know how you were able to keep still that whole time, Anonymous. Even without the numbing spell the noises would’ve driven me mad!”
“I’ll tell you later Rares. For now just focus on stitching my hand back together.”
>After a few minutes of silence and staring at Rarity’s cringing face, she hands- um, hooves?…- gives the needle back to Twilight and steps back
>”This is certainly the first time I’ve had to perform tailor work on a living being, but I’d have to say it’s some of my finest work.”
>Twilight steps up to your left side, her face taut with worry but still hopeful
>”Alright Anon, I think we’re done here. You should be good to go right now, so you won’t even need to check into the hospital! I went ahead and used a lot of my magic to put everything back in place, regrow the damaged flesh, and make sure your nerves still work properly, but I could only direct it up to a certain point, which is why I had Rarity step in to stitch you up. Healing magic isn’t perfect, after all. I’m going to remove the numbing spell now, so tell me how it feels.”
>Slowly, very slowly, feeling returns to your hand
>The feeling of itchiness
>Seriously, these stitches itch like a bitch
>Haha, yeah
>You mentally high five yourself
>Fuck, why do it mentally?
>You bring out [Planisphère] and high five him hard
>The shock travels down your left arm and makes your right hand itch even more, and again everyone looks at you like you’re crazy
“Jesus Twi, I can’t believe you did this. My hand looks pretty damn good, it’s just itchy as hell is all. Rarity, Flutters, thank you too; you guys saved my ass. Or my hand, as it were. Can I get a cast for this thing or something, so I don’t scratch the stitches?”
>”It was no problem dear. I’m happy to have helped.”
>>”I-It was no trouble. I’m glad I was able to help fix your hand, Anon. “
>Twilight teleports some gauze bandages onto the table along with a small vial of some mysterious blue liquid
>Using her magic, she soaks the bandages in the liquid, then arranges them into a tunnel-like construct
>”Okay Anon, go ahead and stick your hand in there and I’ll arrange the bandages around it. They’ll harden into a shell after a few minutes, and then you’ll have a makeshift cast. It’ll be totally breathable and water-resistant, but we’ll have to crack it open and make a new one every 24 hours so we can look at the stitches.”
>You could swear the stitches were already fading as your hand healed, but that might just be a sign of severe trauma, you’re not sure anymore
>As you slide your arm into the gauze, it spirals up your hand, just loosely enough to not bother the stitches too much
>Everybody gathers around and talks to Twi, Shy, and Rara about fixing you up while you lean back
>Bringing out [Planisphère] again shows that it now sports an identical cast around its right hand
>The effect is comical
>After a few minutes are up, the bandages have indeed hardened into a cast, and though the itch is there you can no longer scratch your hand raw
“Well now that that’s settled I think I’m goin’ to go home. I need to shower and just relax after today, which by the way was fucking crazy.”
>The girls walk you out, with Spike bidding you goodbye as he retreats into his room
>You didn’t really think about it, but the little guy was pretty interested in your Stand demonstration
>He must think it’s pretty damn cool
>Flutters and AJ choose to accompany you to your house, since you’re still a little unsteady on your feet
“So, what did you ladies think of today’s events? I had fun, well except for this.”
>You gesture to your cast-clad hand
>”Ah gotta say, this has been one of the weirdest days of mah life. You’ve apparently got magic a’ some sort and can punch through wood, but ya mangle yer hand when ya punch stone. Ya had a hell of a day, especially since you beat the crap outta that Hard Hat feller.”
>>”Well I’m just glad we got you all taken care of, Anon. Twilight says to go visit her around 4 in the afternoon tomorrow so she can examine your hand.”
“Got it, thanks Shy. AJ, I had a hell of a day too, and I’ll be glad to hit the hay tonight.”
>You bid them a quick farewell, walk into your house, lock the door, and plop down on the couch, ready for a nice long nap
>Or you would do that, if it wasn’t for the rather assassin-esque pony that was perched on the arm of your sofa
>Uh oh

>Be someone besides Anonymous for the first fucking time in this entire story, because I gotta blueball you guys at some point, might as well be now
>Be, I dunno, Applejack?
>Yes, you’re Applejack
>Howdy howdy howdy
>Ah shure dew luuuuv appuls
>A-HEM
>Right, sorry
>You’re AJ now, and today has been pretty crazy
>You’re currently on your way back from walking poor Anon home with Fluttershy
>The guy was nuts, at least you thought he was until his hand exploded
>But it seems like neither he or Twi was fooling’ with you at all about the whole Stand thing
>What exactly were they?
>From what he told you, they all looked different and could do different things, but he never really got the chance to find out what his could do before he had to lie down and get patched up
>Poor fella
>What you’re really curious about is how the heck do you get a punching ghost by stabbing yourself with an arrow?
>How does that even work?
>Nothing you can think of makes any sense, so you chalk it up to magic and move on
>Fluttershy raises her head beside you
>”W-well, I’m glad we got him home alright. Hopefully he can rest for a bit and wait for his hand to heal up.”
“Ah hope so too, Shy. Ah hope so too.”
>Nopony deserves to get their appendages destroyed
>And nopony needed to hear Twilight rearranging his flesh and bones
>She couldn’t have cast some kind of quieting spell or somethin’?
>That sound’s gonna stick with you for weeks
>Seriously, you’re gonna have nightmares
>Better get back soon, the princess could have replied by now or something
>Well hey you’re back
>You nudge the door open
>And are greeted with a sight out of Tartarus
>Spike is sputtering and gasping, grabbing at his throat, a massive arrow sticking straight through his cheek, while Twilight is hunched over at his side, attempting to remove the arrow with her magic
>Everypony else is sitting off to the side, helpless and afraid
>There’s blood everywhere
>Oh Celestia, the gasping
>He just keeps gasping
>And wheezing
>And you’re frozen with fear
>You don’t know what to do
>A loud thump behind you signifies Fluttershy’s body hitting the floor, unconscious
>Darn it!
>You have to try, even if it’s gonna be stupid!
>You gallop over to Spike, grasping the flat of the arrowhead between your hooves
>Twilight’s magic surrounds your hooves, slowly pulling them back from the arrow before shoving you away
>”AJ, NO! WE CAN’T RISK MOVING THE ARROW LIKE THAT! WE COULD TEAR HIS THROAT OPEN!”
“WELL FER FUCK’S SAKE TWILIGHT JUST TELEPORT IT OUT OF HIM!”
>She starts, blinking away her tears
>Apparently that thought didn’t occur to her
>Dangit Twi…
>”R-right! Hang on just a little longer Spike!”
>The purple of Twi’s magic surrounds the arrow, and she closes her eyes and takes a quick breath
>A loud pop and a flash of light accompany the disappearance of the arrow from Spike’s mouth, and it clatters onto the floor in front of you
>He stops sputtering and choking, and instead begins howling in pain
>His cheek is pretty terrible-lookin’, with all those exposed fangs and the flesh hangin’ all over the place
>Celestia, it’s a horrific thing to see
>Twilight quickly casts some sort of sleep spell on him, and he falls into her magical grasp
>Dash, Rarity, and Pinkie surge away from the edges of the room, trying frantically to assess Spike’s condition
>”OMG is he gonna be okay? You can fix him, right Twilight!?”
>>”Oh crap! H-he’s gonna make it, right Twi?”
>Rarity just stands there, one hoof over her mouth, mascara running down her face
>”I’ll take care of him, don’t worry! AJ, lets get to the basement; I cleaned everything down there after Anon’s accident! Rarity, you come too! Dash and Pinkie, try to revive Fluttershy, we’re gonna need her help!”
“Right, got it!”
>The three of you grunt affirmatives as Twi flings open the basement door and levitates Spike down the stairs
>As you turn to the door, you decide to pick up the arrow
>If you just leave it lying around somepony might step on it
>As you pick it up with your mouth, you notice that there is a scarab carved onto the arrowhead
>Could this be the Arrow Anon was talking about?
>Turning around, you notice a letter from the princess sitting on the floor a few feet away
>Grasping it tenderly between your teeth and around the shaft of the Arrow, you trot down the steps into the basement after Rarity
>Twilight is hurrying around the table she’s rested an unconscious Spike on, dashing back and forth as she makes sure she’s got what she needs to help him
>Rarity is standing by the table, keeping a close eye on Spike’s cheek
>She looks like she’s about to have a breakdown
>You set down the Arrow and letter on a nearby box
“Hey Twi, how can Ah help?”
>She spares you a glance before turning her attention back to Spike
>”Check on Pinkie and Dash, make sure they’re taking care of Fluttershy. Please.”
>She’s struggling to speak
>You don’t blame her
>As you rush up the stairs, you hear a single anguished sob from Rarity
“Dash, Pinkie! Any luck?”
>Fluttershy’s head popping into the doorframe answers your question
“C’mon Shy, you gotta be in here to help.”
“Right.”
>Fluttershy dashes down the stairs, followed closely by Pinkie and Dash
>They all crowd around the table while you trot back over to the letter
>No harm in reading it, right?
>Might give you a little context while everypony else helps the poor dragon out
>Let’s see here…
>”Dearest Twilight, After receiving Anonymous’ letter, I have made a decision regarding the Soveran Arrow. Seeing as I can send you items through Spike’s magical flame, I will place the Arrow in a box and send that box to you through Spike. It should come out as a burst of magical flame before forming back into the package. I want you to study the properties of this Arrow, and keep it very, VERY secret. Run it through every kind of test that you can use on artifacts like this and study Anon vigilantly. I want to be kept abreast of any future developments in the power of his alleged Stand. In the meantime, I will do as much research into the Soverans as I possibly can, in the hopes of understanding this phenomenon. Keep me abreast of any aberrant readings or results, I want to know how this thing operates. Best of luck and be extremely careful with it,
Princess Celestia”
>…Just like that?
>The princess decided after a few hours that Twilight was to be entrusted with something that could create invisible punching ghosts?
>It almost killed Spike, darn it!
>He damn near choked to death on it, and he seems to have lost a lot of blood
>What the hell happened to the box?
>Did it get burned up when he tried to spit the Arrow out?
>You know he’s had a little trouble with large deliveries in the past, but never anything this awful
>She also mentions Anon’s “alleged” Stand
>You don’t blame her for being skeptical, after all you weren’t really sure Anon wasn’t just hallucinating until he levitated the book and destroyed those boxes
>She might just have never heard of stuff like this
>Next time you see her you have some choice words for her about all this
>Right now you need to make sure Spike is okay
>You clip-clop back over to the table to check on him as Dash slinks away, downtrodden
>As you fill the gap she left, you see that he’s been stitched up and the blood flow has stopped
>He’s breathing normally too
>Phew
>Twi’s panting off to the side, sobbing into Rarity’s shoulder
>Better not bother her right now
>Pinkie walks over to you, mane all flat and eyes full of tears
>”Applejack? Is Spike gonna be okay?”
“Ah think so Pinkie. Twi n’ Rarity are off over there so Ah think they did what they could for him. We just need the little feller to wake up.”
>The Arrow is still sitting out of the way
>You need to give it to Twilight, even if she doesn’t want it
>Princess Celestia gave it to her after all, and she has to keep it safe now
>You move to pick up the Arrow with your mouth, but accidentally catch your cheek on the edge of the tip
>Oh fuck
>It’s just a small scratch, but it feels like-
>OH HORSEAPPLES FUCKING SHIT
”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
>IT’S FORCING ITSELF INTO YOUR CHEEK
>MOVING TEETH AND GUMS ASIDE AS IT PRESSES INTO THE ROOF OF YOUR MOUTH
>IT’S BREAKING THROUGH YOUR PALATE AND INTO YOUR NASAL CAVITY
>SQUIRMING LIKE A SNAKE THROUGH YOUR SKULL
>GRANNYYYYYYYYYYYYY-
>And after that delightful experience, you decide it would be best to just take a nap
>You slam into the stone floor, and the darkness takes you

>HOLY SHIT YOU’RE PINKIE PIE
>AND APPLEJACK JUST SCREAMED REALLY LOUDLY AND COLLAPSED
>SHE HAD THE ARROW TOO OH GEEZ
“TWILIGHT! AJ PICKED UP THE ARROW AND COLLAPSED!”
>Twinkle stops crying over Spike and starts crying over AJ
>Aw poop
>Guess you’d better pick her up
>You walk slowly over to AJ, only to find that she’s bleeding out of a slight cut on her left cheek
>You slowly lift her onto your back, careful to avoid the weird arrow that AJ cut herself with
>It’s got a scarab on it, so maybe…
>No time to worry about that, you gotta get AJ cleaned up so Rarity can stitch her up
>You walk reaaaaally slowly over to the table
>There’s not enough room for AJ and Spike to share it though
“Twi? Rarity?”
>Rarity turns from comforting Twi again
>”I’ll take care of her, Pinkie. Just let me move Spikey somewhere else. He can r-rest on one of the chairs back here.”
>She shows you a couple cushy chairs set up next to the table, one of which she levitates Spike into
>She’s really upset, isn’t she?
>Rarity’s magic gingerly grabs AJ off your back and lifts her onto the table
>You notice with a twinge of guilt that her blood is matting your mane
>If only you’d noticed what she was up to, you wouldn’t be dealing with this
>Spike you couldn’t have helped, but you could have at least told AJ to leave the Arrow alone
>Anon got hurt by it too, and his hand was in bad shape now
>It just hasn’t been a good day
>Rarity finishes dabbing at the cut with a cloth and begins stitching Applejack’s cheek shut
>She’s not cringing anymore, just resigned and saddened
>After a few minutes Rarity finishes, cutting the stitch and sinking onto her haunches
“Is AJ gonna be okay Rarity?”
>She sighs the sigh of a suffering mare
>”Yes Pinkie, I think she’ll be fine. I’ve fixed her up as best I can, and-“
“Cause she’s still bleeding.”
>”WHAT!?”
>Sure enough, Applejack’s cheek wound is still oozing blood, straight through the stitches
>Oh poopy
>Turning apprehensively, you notice that Spike’s cheek isn’t bleeding at all
>Why?
>Anon said that his finger kept bleeding even after the doctors stitched him up, and the same thing is happening to AJ, but why not Spike?
>Is it just that he got more… gruesomely injured by the Arrow?
>Was there some sort of karmic balance thingy going on?
>If Anon and AJ barely suffered through their injuries, they’d have to bleed a lot to compensate
>If Spike suffered greatly through his injury, he’d already suffered enough
>Of course, that’s assuming this thing had some sort of suffering meter to track that sort of thing, and that it even worked on that metric at all
>You need to stop making assumptions, especially since Rarity’s looking like she’s about to kill somepony
>”TWILIGHT! GET OVER HERE, WE NEED YOUR HELP!”
>When Twilight completely fails to move from her tear-stained spot in the corner, Rarity returns the favor from earlier by zapping Twi with her horn
>Not very nice, but effective for sure
>Twilight jerks up, walking over to the table, her face a mask of… some sort of emotion, you’re really not sure
>At the sight of AJ’s bleeding cheek she starts, gasping in horror
>”N-no… it’s just like what Anon described. I’m going to try some healing magic on her, see if that helps.”
>Her horn glows and Applejack’s cheek is surrounded by purple light, which wipes away the blood and seems to help stem the flow, sealing up AJ’s skin under the sutures
>Phew
>Applejack’s unconscious face finally relaxes a little, and you let out a little breath you didn’t even know you were holding
>You’re gonna have to bake cupcakes for EVERYPONY when this is all over

>Just for a few seconds, be Spike and AJ at the same time, but in separate dreams
>Scarabs, so many scarabs in this dream world
>They burst out of your cheek wounds, flowing away in a chitinous stream
>Their little legs prickle and jab your flesh
>A massive arrowhead rotates into view, filling your vision with the massive scarab resting atop it
>It stares at you pointedly
>You can see reflections in the gloss of its shell, of Ponyville and your friends
>Then it blinks, and you both drift off into sleep

>You are Anon again
>And you’re about to get killed or something, you don’t really know
>Black fur, teal mane, swathed in a loose-fitting dark cloak, daggers strapped to her(?) sides
>This unicorn seems very sinister
>And edgy, don’t forget edgy
>”Well, I wasn’t expecting you to get back so soon, but I guess it’s for the best. Time to show you what I can do.”
>Yep, it’s a her
>Who the hell is this bitch?
“Who the hell are you? Why’re you rubbing your ass on my couch?”
>She chuckles, a deep breathy giggle that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up
>”I am Blade Dancer, and I am here to kill you.”
>Well shit, you could’ve guessed that
“Uh… Why?”
>She chuckles again, sending shivers down your spine
>”I was sent by the gods. They came to me in my dreams and told me that your very existence would unbalance the world and send it spiraling into chaos. I came here to prevent that from happening at any cost. Now be a good boy and die for me.”
>This bitch is fucking crazy, you’re not some chaos magnet
>You’re just a guy who happened to fall into a portal to a world of magical horses
>Now Discord, HE was a real chaos magnet
>Fun guy too
>Blade Dancer pulls two daggers out of her outfit, grasping them in her telekinesis
>”Don’t bother trying to run away, I’ve already magically locked and reinforced the doors and windows. Hold still, this’ll only hurt a LOT.”
>The daggers magically blast towards you, one at your leg, one at your chest
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>You drop to the ground in a graceless lump, crumpling into a heap and landing hard on your left side as the knives fly just overhead
>Nothing busted though, just jarred your elbow
>Well you tried
>Neo would be proud, you’re sure
>Panting heavily, you bring out [Planisphère] to grab one of the blades and launch it right back at her out of desperation
>The pommel passes harmlessly wide, deflected by her magic
>Fucking hacking unicorns
>Telekinesis ruins everything
>She seems very surprised by your return volley, though
>”How did you do that? Can you use telekinesis as well, Chaosbringer? Impressive.”
>So she can’t see your Stand, that’s good
>What’s bad is that she’s got like 10 more daggers in her cloak, and she’s preparing to throw 5 at you all at once
>There’s no way you can dodge them all, not at the angles she’s going to launch them from
>”Checkmate, I win. Get ready to be humiliated, and then murdered shortly thereafter.”
>She’s very deadpan for someone who’s attempting to fanatically kill you
>The knives fly
>Your Stand reaches out and deflects 2 of the blades with the back of its good hand
>Good to know it can do that sort of thing
>As the remaining 3 impact your body, you realize they’re stabbing through your clothes, just barely avoiding your skin, forcing your body towards the wall without actually harming you
>She’s pushing you telekinetically, too, slamming you into your front door and driving the daggers into the ancient oak
>You’re pinned to your own front door with knives thrown by a magical talking horse that wears assassin’s garb
>This is absurdly like your Chinese cartoons
>”That was much easier than I thought it’d be. Time for you to leave this mortal coil, Chaosbringer.”
>As Blade Dancer steps closer you can see madness and zealotry in her eyes
>”With this, the world is saved.”
>She raises a dagger to your throat telekinetically, pressing the finely honed edge against your trachea, and grins maniacally
>”Do you have any last words for me? A plea, a bargain?”
>She’s right against your ear, whispering seductively
>Is she getting off on this?
>Sick fuck
>Well, time to show her what you can do
>On command, [Planisphère]'s left fist manifests directly out of your chest and slams into her throat, causing her to double over choking
>As she staggers backwards her eyes meet yours, revealing pure anger and confusion intermixed with tears
>She’s going to kill you quickly now
>Unfortunately she’s backed out of your range and you’re still pinned to the door, so all you can do is play defense and wait for an opportunity
>Your assailant levitates all of her available daggers around herself, and points them all at you
>The fear of death finally pushes through your adrenaline, and you screw your eyes shut so you don’t have to see the end coming
>…
>What?
>Why isn’t she…?
>You open your eyes again, only to be greeted with a heads-up display
>You appear to have “possessed” [Planisphère] again, but now something is on its visor
>It’s a readout…
>”Distance”?
>”Wind”?
>”Resistance”?
>What is all this?
>As if in response, your Stand’s left arm comes up on its own, middle, ring, and pinky fingers curling inwards while the index finger and thumb remain elongated
>[Planisphère] has just formed its left hand into a fucking finger gun, and pointed it right at Blade Dancer
>You FEEL something emerge from the hole on the tip of its index finger, but you can’t see it with your arm stretched out
>Bringing the finger towards “your” face, you see that a needle
>A FUCKING NEEDLE
>about 3 inches long is sticking out of [Planisphère]’s finger
>Suddenly, vibrant orange words flash across the HUD
>//TARGET ACQUIRED//
>Blade Dancer’s figure is now highlighted in orange, and a holographic line extends from your finger to her body, showing what you think is the angle of launch necessary to score a direct hit
>She’s still just standing there, spinning her daggers around herself and growling at you menacingly
>”Ready to die?”
“Eat shit.”
>”That’s what you’re about to do, yes.”
>Enough
>You line up [Planisphère]’s finger with the guide the visor has provided, and push your thumb down
“FUCK OFF!”
>The needle flies out of [Planisphère]’s finger, sails beautifully through the air, past the barrier of blades, and embeds itself in Blade Dancer’s left foreleg, completely failing to draw blood
>She staggers, falling forward, jerking her head around to find the source of the attack, but suddenly she rears back a little, nose scrunched up
>She cringes, then tenses up, inhaling
>”Aaaahh… aaaaah… aaAAAAAAA… CHOOO!”
>She sneezes
>The daggers all clatter to the floor, since she lost her concentration
>What the fuck is this power? Making things sneeze?
>What could something like that possibly…
>Oh
>You could interrupt ANYONE
>HELL YEAH SON
>Gotta name this power though, right? This seems to be [Planisphère]’s primary ability, if you’re remembering the manga correctly
>Most Stands have some physical strength in addition to their own primary ability
>Making things sneeze must be yours
>…Wait, primary abilities don’t get names
>Guess you’ll just stick to yelling your Stand’s name when you shoot things
>You raise [Planisphère]’s finger gun, producing another needle from its index finger, and line it up with the targeting arc on your HUD
>All your fear and rage goes into one final scream before you pull the trigger
“EAT SHIT!”
>The needle buries itself into Blade Dancer’s shoulder, causing her to stagger again and prepare to sneeze
>While she’s distracted and unable to focus, you use your Stand to rip the daggers immobilizing you out of the door and your clothes, and dash towards her, readying another needle as you go
>It’s very bizarre, watching from behind as you dash forwards, while also feeling your feet impact the floor
>You’re in 2 places at once, and it’s still fucking weird
>The firing angle is set, and the assassin is beginning to recover from her sneeze
“FUCK YOU!”
>This needle pierces into her cheek, causing her to flinch before rearing back
>You blink, taking yourself out of [Planisphére]’s head as you close the distance between you and your opponent
>As Blade Dancer’s head jerks downward to finish her sneeze it meets your knee
>There’s a very loud crunch, and you punch her in the face as she tries to back up again
>Nuh uh, bitch
>You alternate between punching her in the face and having [Planisphère] rapid-punch her, resulting in a one-man tag team combo she can’t escape from
“FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU!”
>As you slink forward [spoiler]menacingly[/spoiler] your Stand unleashes a rapid barrage of light punches into her body, softening her up for the finishing blow
>You work your way around to her left side, careful to avoid her fallen daggers, while you position [Planisphère] on her right
>Just hit her hard enough to knock her out, that’s all you need to do
>As you prepare to punch the shit out of her, you notice that the needles are all gone
>Seems like they vanish once they fulfill their purpose
>The both of you lean back and pull your left fists back towards your own heads, before stepping forwards and unleashing a simple punch into both sides of Blade Dancer’s head
>No sickening crunch or squish meets your fists, or even a noise of any kind, but you do think you may have concussed the poor mare
>It’s the least you could do in exchange for her murderous advances
>She stumbles around for a few seconds before finally collapsing into an unconscious heap on your living room floor and beginning to glow with a warm light
>Wait, what?
>Blade Dancer’s body glows brightly, filling the front of your house with suffused warmth
>After a few seconds the glow peaks and the light bursts, heating up the room with the warmth of a spring afternoon before fading away
>Blade Dancer’s body has vanished
>What the fuck just happened?
>Pones don’t just glow and vanish like that
>They also don’t leave you feeling like you’re standing in the midday sun after exploding into light
>And what the hell happened to your Stand?
>Is this like DBZ, where life-or-death situations make you way stronger?
>Because that’s the wrong fucking manga for this sort of situation
>For one that fight didn’t take like 50 episodes
>But you digress
>[Planisphère] developed a brand new power out of the blue when you were really close to getting killed horribly
>It totally saved your ass
>But damn, if there are others like Blade Dancer out there, Celestia and Luna need to know
>The girls need to know too, since they’re a part of this mess now
>But you’ll tell them all tomorrow, there’s no way anything bad is happening to them right now
>Sighing in confusion, you trudge down your slightly-battered hallway into the bathroom, wash your face, and take your first post-battle shit
>A shower is in order too, nothing like hot water to relieve the stress of an incredibly weird day
>You’ve been having a lot of those recently
>Weird days, not showers
>Stepping into the shower, the heat of the water melts your stress and confusion away, and because of Twi’s enchantments the cast doesn’t get wet or humid
>Thank goodness for that
>After you somehow manage to towel yourself off with only one hand, you flop facedown in your nice comfy bed, finally ready to hit the hay
>Aaaaaand that’d be frantic knocking on your door
>Aw man, you just can’t catch a break

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkKG2SIaMTE&feature=youtu.be
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STAND NAME: [PLANISPHÈRE PART 2]
STAND MASTER: ANONYMOUS

PRIMARY ABILITY UNLOCKED: SNEEZE-INDUCING NEEDLES

POWER: C
SPEED: B
RANGE: D
DURABILITY: C
PRECISION: C
POTENTIAL:A —> B
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“What the fuck do you want?”
>You’re Anonymous, and you just got out of bed after getting into it for a nice long snooze
>And almost getting killed, getting a cool new Stand power, and beating the shit out of a magically disappearing horse
>Then some asshole knocked on your door really loudly and forced you to trek alllllllll the way out into your front room to open up and talk to them about some dumb shit you couldn’t care less about
>Haven’t opened it yet though
>You haven’t forgotten about that pegasus salesman who swindled you out of 30 bits and a window
>Fuckin’ bastard
>”OPEN UP YOU GODDAMN SHITHEAD, AJ AND SPIKE HAD SOME SHIT HAPPEN TO ‘EM!”
>Oh, it’s Rainbow Dash
>She’s taken a shine to your Earthen insults
>WAIT FUCK
>You fling the door open with your left hand
“WHAT THE FUCK?”
>”SOME SHIT HAPPENED WITH THE ARROW, COME ON WE NEED YOU TO BE THERE WHEN THEY WAKE UP!”
“WHAT THE FUCK?”
>”YOU’LL SEE WHEN WE GET THERE, COME ON!”
“OKAY.”
>You sprint down the street beside Dash, hand aching and heart pounding in fear
>Nothing bad could have happened to them, right?
>Fortunately, you and Dash make it up the street with little trouble, and you slam open the door to the treebrary
“AJ! SPIKE!”
>Fluttershy pokes her head out from the basement door, a soft smile on her face
>”Oh, everypony's down here Anon. They’re all taken care of, so now we’re just waiting for them to wake up.”
>You let out a great sigh of relief
“Glad to hear it, Shy. C’mon Dash, let’s go see how they are.”
>As you descend into the basement again, everyone clustered around the table in the middle turns their heads to look at you
>Twilight is the first to dash over to you, hugging your leg when she gets close
>She’s shaking
>Poor mare
>”Oh, thank Celestia you could come Anon. The princess sent us the Arrow, but something went wrong and Spike-“
>She heaves a mighty sob and straightens up, taking a moment to regain her composure
>”-Spike got hurt by the Arrow, and then while we were fixing him up down here Applejack picked it up and cut herself on it. Now they’re both patched up and sleeping. We’re waiting for them to wake up.”
“Wait, Celestia sent you guys the Arrow? I figured she’d just hang onto it for a bit. Did she say why?”
>Twilight nods
>”Y-yeah, she sent a letter through Spike before she sent the Arrow through him-“
>She tenses up, tears filling her eyes and leaking down the sides of her regretful grimace
>Oh fuck, what the hell happened to him?
>You bend down to hug Twilight, who sinks into your shoulder and sobs quietly
>Rarity steps forward to pick up where Twi left off
>She’s got bloodshot eyes too
>”Something went wrong in transport and the Arrow, well, pierced through Spike’s cheek.”
“What!?”
>She flinches at your harsh tone
>”Y-yes. It was absolutely horrible, but Twilight managed to get it out after Applejack and Fluttershy returned. Then, while we were all trying to take care of little Spikey in the basement, Applejack tried to pick up the Arrow and nicked her cheek with it. They’re both fine now, but it was scary beyond words, Anon. I’m so- I just…”
>Rarity sobs, and wraps her hooves around you and begins crying openly
>”I-I’m just so g-glad they’re both safe…”
>Holy shit…
>What the fuck was Celestia thinking?
>Hang on there, you probably don’t have all the details
“Rarity, did Celestia send a letter or something explaining why she sent you the Arrow? I can’t imagine she’d send it without a really good reason.”
>Rara gestures over to a crate near the stairs
>”The letter is over there. We all got about halfway through it before… before all that business with the Arrow happened. Go ahead and read it.”
>Alrighty then
>Your feet take you numbly over to the crate near the stairs, where the Arrow rests next to a letter from Celestia
>Let’s see what this was about
>”Dearest Twilight…”
>…
>Well fuck, she wanted Twi to research this thing, and to research your Stand
>Looks like she really didn’t mean to hurt Spike
>You’ll have to talk to her about it later, when you can
>For now you’ll have to wait for Spike and Applejack to wake up, and help ease them into their new abilities
>This is gonna be really cool after they get over all that trauma
>But you’ll have to wait, just like everyone else, so you may as well ask about what happened
“Hey Rarity, can I ask you something?”
>She glances up at you, eyes bloodshot
>”W-what is it, Anon?”
“What exactly happened here?”
>She proceeds to give you a rundown of everything that happened two updates ago, so now you’re all caught up on all the wacky and horrifying events of the past few hours
>Jesus fuck, a lot happened after you left
>Guess you’d better update her on what you got up to
>Not just yet though, you don’t need to worry everyone about YOUR brush with death too
“Thanks for the update Rarity, I’m gonna go sit down and wait for AJ and Spike to wake up.You look like you need a nap.”
>”I’m sure I do. They should be waking up within the hour, by Twilight’s estimates, so we won’t have to wait for long.”
>Wonder why she estimates that
>It took you 3 days to wake up, after all
>Might as well stick around, see how the Arrow affects things other than humans
>And, you know, maybe to make sure your besets friends are okay
>…
>One hour later…
>From your slouching position against the far wall, you see Twilight clip clop over to the table, where AJ rests next to Spike’s sleeping form
>The aura of her magic envelops Spike and she screws up her face in concentration
>Is she scanning him?
>”Everypony! Come here, I think he’s waking up!”
>You hoist yourself up as everyone else rushes towards Spike, gathering around the table
>As you walk up to him, you see his eyes slowly flutter open, and his nictitating membranes begin to slide back
>”Ahh…….”
>”G-guys? AH!”
>He flinches in pain and grabs his right cheek, which is covered in a gruesome number of stitches
>Twilight steps forward and wraps her hooves around him, smiling widely
>”Oh Spike! I’m so glad you’re okay!”
>His eyes bug out of his head as Twi’s hooves nearly strangle him to death, along with everyone else’s wrapping around him, including yours
>”Oh Spikey, I’m so glad that you-“
>”OMGI’MSOHAPPYYOULITTLEDRAGONTHING-“
>”I knew you’d be good-“
>”Dude, you’re okay!-“
“Good to see you dude.”
>Spike smiles a little, and cringes right afterwards as his face pulls against his stitches
>”So uh, what happened to me? I remember my face getting hurt and passing out, but that’s it. And what happened to Applejack? Is she okay?”
>Twilight grimaces and folds her ears flat along her head, clearly not wanting to divulge anything
>No one else wants to say anything else, judging by the way they’re looking down or away from him
>Twilight looks at you pleadingly
>…Fine
“Well uh, your cheek got torn apart by the Arrow when Celestia sent it to Twilight through you for some reason. It was apparently pretty bad, so Twi put you to sleep and stitched you up. Applejack tried to pick up the Arrow and nicked her cheek on it, which is why she’s on the table. The weird thing about this whole situation is that it took me 3 days to wake up, but it’s apparently only been a couple hours since you guys got hurt by the Arrow. So congrats Spike, according to the rules of Stands, since you’re not dead from your wounds you have a Stand now.”
>He squints at you in confusion, having tried to gape until his stitches hurt his cheek
>”I have a Stand?”
“Uh, yep, you should. But first…”
>You call [Planisphére] out in front of Spike, and wave at him with it
>His eyes widen in wonder
>Hell yes
>”I-Is this [Planisphére]? Is this what it looks like? Is this your Stand?”
>The girls gasp as one, shocked at his ability to perceive [Planisphére]’s presence
>”Why does it have a cast?”
>Fuck, he can see the cast too; you’re just going to ignore that
“Yup. Pretty cool, right? You can see it now, and that proves that you have a Stand. Now all we have to do is figure out how to make it appear and see what it can do.”
>Twilight pales and her face grows distraught at your suggestion
>You rush to amend your sentence, wary of the impending outburst
“N-now hang on, I didn’t mean we should do the same stuff I did! Spike’s Stand might not even work that way! We’ll have to um, “coax” it out of him. So first we’ll need to introduce some stimulus that results in manifestation.”
>With that, you make a needle emerge from [Planisphére]’s left index finger, and hold it up to the basement lights
>Spike shrinks back in fear at your sudden display
>”W-what’re you gonna do with that needle, Anon? Are you gonna poke my arm?”
>”Anon, what is he talking about!?”
>Well shit, Twilight’s looking at you like she’s about to rip your head off
“Uh well, I got into a bit of a scuffle earlier and my Stand picked up a new power out of nowhere and now I can shoot needles out of its fingers that make peo-er, ponies, sneeze. Here, watch.”
>Without looking through its eyes, you make [Planisphére] shoot Twilight in the leg
>”AH!”
>She jolts at the sudden pain and looks straight at you in anger before her face scrunches up
>”Ah! Aaaah, aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA-CHOOO!”
>The needle vanishes from her leg, leaving behind no trace it was ever there
“See? Sneeze powers. I didn’t expect anything like this and I’ll catch you all up on how it happened later, but for now we need to get your Stand to show up, Spike. And since the best way to do that is with threats of physical harm…”
>You glance at Twi, who seems to be trying to disembowel you with her glare
“…I’ll be trying to get you to manifest it a different way.”
>You bring [Planisphére] forward until it hovers only a head taller than Spike, looking down on him, and raises its fist
“Now try to fist bump it.”
>”You mean brohoof?”
>cringinginternally.webm
“Yeah, that. I want to see if you can do it.”
>He looks at you as if he’s thinking, “Anon, you’re as dumb as a sack of hammers, and not nearly as useful.”
>”Well okay, here goes.”
>He brings up his little scaly hand and tries to fist bump [Planisphére], but his hand passes straight through its arm
>”Wha-“
“Rule number one of Stands: the only thing that can harm or even touch a Stand is another Stand. This is how we’re going to manifest your Stand. You’re going to focus until you can produce something that can touch my [Planisphére], or until you poop yourself, whichever comes first. So try and focus on how you feel, I guess? Try and reach out with your senses. Close your eyes and just FEEL things. Give it a try.”
>Everyone’s got doubt plain on their faces, but you’re flying by the seat of your pants here
>It’s not like Araki ever really explained how Stands feel or anything, just that people have them
>This is new territory
>Hopefully it works

>You are Spike the dragon, and dang, Anon just said a bunch of confusing stuff
>Focus on how you feel? Reach out with your senses? Until you poop yourself?
>What does that even mean? It’s disgusting!
>Still, he knows best
>He was the first one to get a Stand and all
>So you shut your eyes with a snort and try to “feel things out”
>The basement is totally silent and smells the same as ever, which - since you’ve gotten used to it - means it smells like nothing
>The only thing you can taste is your own mouth, which doesn’t taste like anything, and all you can feel is your own claws digging into your palms and your feet on the cold stone floor
>…And you can feel a sort of tug, a subtle yanking on your mind’s eye
>Whatever it is, it’s pulling on your mind very slightly
>What direction is it coming from?
>You open and shut your eyes a few times, trying to figure out the source of it
>It’s…
>Anon
>What?
“A-Anon? There’s a sort of pull-type thing going on when I shut my eyes and focus. It seems to be coming from you.”
>Anon appears to be at a loss for words; he’s just gaping at you like you’re a changeling or something
>Your other friends look the same way
>Anon closes his eyes, apparently trying to feel the same thing you did, and relaxes after a bit, chuckling to himself
>”Wow, you’re totally right Spike. See, the second rule of Stands is that Stand users attract other Stand users. It’s some sort of weird universal constant that forces conflicts and confrontations between users, but that’s just how it is. Since you and me are Stand users now, we feel a pull towards each other. I’m not sure why it happens, but according to what we’ve just learned it’s why Stand users can find each other so easily.”
>He grins at you
>”You’ve taken your first step to becoming a full-fledged Stand user, Spike. Now, we need to figure out how to make your Stand appear. I’m going to try poking you with [Planisphére] and I want you to try to smack its hand away. We’ll keep this up until you’re ready to give up or you manifest your Stand.”
>With that, he brings out his Stand again and pokes you in the forehead
>POKE
>Wow, it’s flippin’ nothing
>That didn’t even-
>POKE
>Well dang, this is pretty-
>POKE
>Celestia above, you can’t even finish-
>POOOOOOOKE
>Okay, this is really starting to-
>POKE
>Piss
>POKE
>You
>POKE
>OFF
>PO-
“STOP IT!”
>Anon jerks back in shock, obviously scared off by your sudden outburst
>Good, big jerk was really getting on your…
>Your…
>Tentacle?
>A long silvery ringed tentacle is sticking out of your chest, wrapping itself around [Planisphére]’s outstretched hand, restraining it
>Another tentacle follows it, snaking out of your back and wrapping around to the front of your body
>What is this?
>Wait, if it’s grabbing onto [Planisphére], that means…!
“IT’S MY STAND!”
>”HOLY FUCK!”
>Dang, Anon swore
>Twilight doesn’t like when he does that around you
>You think it’s pretty cool though
>But it’s not as cool as THIS!
>YOU’VE GOT A STAND, DRAGON BOY
>HECK YEAH!
“WOW! THIS IS SO COOL!”
>But how do you make it move?
“Um… how do I move it Anon?”
>He just stands there, the big green dummy, drooling at the awesomeness of your Stand
>”That was so cool Spike, holy crap. Whoa. Umm… To move your Stand you just kinda… think about it. It’s a lot like moving a muscle, if that muscle was an intangible ghost with crazy-ass superpowers. Just think like you’re moving your hand-claw-things.”
>Just like moving your claws?
>Well you’ll give it a shot…
>Move!
>The tentacle twitches a bit, so you focus harder on controlling it
>MOVE!
>It finally unwinds itself from [Planisphére]’s hand, and vanishes into nothingness
>Now reappear!
>The tentacles phase back into existence, this time both jutting out from your shoulder blades and curving around to your knees
>They’re short, but you quickly discover that you can extend and retract them at will, and that they’re actually rather lengthy
>This is pretty dang cool!
>Anon named his, so maybe you should name yours
>Hmm….
>How about…
“[Dragonforce]. I’ll call this thing [Dragonforce], because it’s the power of a dragon’s soul!”
>Anon smiles at you with pride
>”That’s a badass name, Spike. Good choice. Now don’t start worrying about what it can do, we’ll figure that out later. Try experimenting with it on your own for a bit, see what you can figure out about it. Then we can reconvene or something later.”
>Anon gets up and turns to leave
“Hang on a sec, Anon! AJ hasn’t woken up yet! What if she needs your advice?”
>”Eh, she’ll be fine.”
>He turns on his heel again
>”Anon, wait! I appreciate you helping Spike discover his Stand, but what if Applejack really does need your help? You can’t just leave her!”
>”Well Twi, I almost got killed today and I’m tired as hell and I just wanna go to-“
>”-bed.”
>What the hell?

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0eBp0QbmJ8&feature=youtu.be
STAND NAME: [DRAGONFORCE]
STAND MASTER: SPIKE

POWER: D
SPEED: B
RANGE: A
DURABILITY: E
PRECISION: C
POTENTIAL: D
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>Anon just teleported behind you guys, about 20 feet away
>Nothin’ personnel, colt
>A tumbleweed blows past his feet
>Wait, WHAT?
>Rarity nearly faints again and Flutters squeaks in fear
>”What the hell?”
>Anon backs away from you guys, testing something
>He suddenly teleports in front of you all again, back to where he was originally
>Another tumbleweed blows past his feet
>”What the fuck!?”
>”Anon? What’s happening?”
>”I figured you’d be able to tell me, Twilight!”
>He makes [Planisphére] show up in front of him, left fist raised for combat
>You phase [Dragonforce] into existence around you, facing away from your friends in order to protect them
“Is it a Stand, Anon? Can Stands do stuff like this?”
>”I’d bet my left asscheek this is an enemy Stand, Spike. From what I’ve seen of it, regular magic can’t do this sort of stuff. Keep an eye out for anything that might be a user. They can be anything, even cats and dogs!”
>A sudden moan sends a chill down your spine
>It’s directly behind you
>Oh Celestia, this is it
>You turn valiantly to face your attacker, since that’s what the heroes do, right?
>”Hey, Applejack’s okay!”
>Applejack squints at you through bleary eyes, stifling a yawn, when she pulls her stitches too far
>”AH! Mah cheek! What the hay? What happened to me?”
“You kinda nicked yourself with the Arrow AJ.”
>She looks back down to you, still squinting from her nap
>”Spike? What the hay’s goin’ on? Why’re y’all yellin’ so much? What’s this about coat stands and-“
>Her eyes shoot open, eyebrows rocketing into the ceiling
>”Spike? Ya got some, uh, stuff comin’ outta you. It’s pretty creepy.”
“Oh yeah, that’s just my Stand AJ! Isn’t it cool? I call it [Dragonforce], pretty awesome right? Ooh, look at Anon’s Stand!”
>AJ cranes her neck backwards to look at him, and grabs her head as she starts mumbling to herself
>”Did Ah hit mah head on somethin’ today? What is this? What the hay is happenin’?”
>”AJ! Glad you’re okay! Help Spike and I fight this enemy Stand! Something’s teleporting us if we get too far from the table! Get up and figure out how your Stand works, and fast!”
>”Ah ain’t got a Stand! Ah- oh. Horseapples.”
>AJ hunches over and sighs
>”Ah think it’s me, Anon. Ah’m causing this.”
“Wait, how is that possible? How do you know?”
>”Ah just know. This is somehow connected to me. Anon, try movin’ away from me again.”
>Applejack shuts her eyes, trying to focus on something
>Anon teleports behind you again, with another tumbleweed rolling past his feet
>”Whoa. How can you tell it’s something to do with you, AJ? What makes you think that?”
>AJ rests her chin on her hooves, squinting into the distance
>”It’s just a feelin’ Ah get, like it’s comin’ from me. This weird teleportin’ business? That’s me somehow.”
“So it’s your Stand ability?”
>Applejack squints at you, uncomprehending
”Yeah, your Stand! Like the things you see around me and Anon! They’re really cool, and they let us do totally awesome stuff!”
>”Well uh, I guess. I ain’t no unicorn so I don’t know what else it could be. Looks like I’ve got one ‘a these Stands now too.”
>Dash pipes up from her seat on the floor
>”Hey Spike, try touching her with your Stand. See what happens.”
>AJ fixes you with a look that says, “just try it you dad gum lizard, I’ll whoop you good.”
 >So you try it
>You extend [Dragonforce] to touch Applejack’s hoof
>And are promptly surprised when she slaps it away
>”WHAT!? THAT SHOULDN’T BE POSSIBLE!”
>Anon is freaking out over there, and you’re kind of scared too
>You weren’t able to touch [Planisphère] by yourself, so how can Applejack touch [Dragonforce]?
>”What’cha mean? Ah touched yer Stand, right? Isn’t that how it works? They’re like ghosts ya can touch, yeah?”
>Anon walks over, brow furrowed
>”Well, the way Stands work is that any Stand can touch another person, but no pers-er, pony can touch a Stand.”
“Y-yeah! Anon showed me earlier. He was poking me with his Stand but I couldn’t even touch it. I had to make my own show up to grab it.”
>Anon puts a hand to his chin, deep in thought
“Maybe your Stand’s different Applejack, and it lets you touch other Stands! Wouldn’t that be cool Anon?”
>The rest of your friends have gathered close to the table by now, curious about the situation
>Pinke is shaking with barely contained excitement, while the others are just sitting around, heads cocked to the side inquisitively
>”Yeah, that may very well be the case Spike. Can you demonstrate again?”
>After AJ nods, he brings out [Planisphère] and begins slowly edging its left hand towards her pointer finger first
>She slaps it quick as a flash, and he recoils from the pain
>”Holy crap, this is crazy. It looks like you can touch any Stand with just your body, but can you turn off your own Stand?”

>Be Applejack again
>This is a tricky question
>You can tell you’ve activated your Stand and you can feel when someone passes through it, but you’re not actually sure how to deactivate its effect
>It’s gonna be really bad for all of you if you can’t turn your Stand off, because no one’s gonna be able to leave the basement or your side, ever again
>Spike’s moved over by the invisible edge of your Stand’s effect, near where Anon teleported the first time
>He seems to be tryin’ to find the exact boundary of your Stand’s influence
>As he sticks his hand through empty air, it comes into contact with the teleportation barrier
>Spike disappears completely
>”Whoa! That was so cool AJ!”
>He yells in excitement from the other side of the room
>A tumbleweed blows past his feet, guided by an intangible breeze
>”Spike! Stop messing with AJ’s Stand! She needs to shut it off.”
>>”C’mon Twi, stop being a killjoy, the dude’s having fun. But for real AJ, have you figured out how to turn it off?”
>Darn it, this is tricky
>There’s this sensation of somethin’ around you, like a ring in the air or somethin’
>When Spike and Anon passed through yer Stand, there were tugs on that ring; it felt like someone was pullin’ on yer soul
>Can you pull it closer? Dissipate it?
>You try to retract the ring, to bring it in
>The barrier shrinks as it collapses in towards you
“Ev’rypony huddle up, I think I’ve got somethin’!”
>Your friends pack in around the table, squishing as close to you as they can
>”What is it AJ?”
“I’m pulling the ring closer!”
>”Ring?”
>Everyone looks at Anon and Spike for answers, but they ain’t got any
“I’ll explain later, just give me a sec!”
>The ring continues to draw closer, and it becomes harder to keep pulling it in
>But you feel more confident, and stop drawing it towards yourself
>It feels less like ripples in water and more like those fancy fabrics Rarity uses for the soft pillowcases she makes
>Gossamer? Silk? Something like that
>Like big silk curtains that you can feel with your mind
>You’re part a’ mah soul right? Well we need to leave, so Ah need you ta stop, please
>Obeying your will, your Stand disappears immediately, freeing everyone from being looped forever
“Phew, that was weird as heck, but Ah think we’re good!”
>Pinkie bounds forward, past the space your Stand used to occupy, and doesn’t teleport
>”Whee! We’re free! Great job AJ, I knew you could do it!”
>The rest of your friends follow her up the stairs after making sure you’re okay, and Anon and Spike stroll over to talk
>”So how’d you make it stop AJ?”
“Well, Ah figured that since Stands are part of yer soul, they gotta listen to ya. I asked it ta stop an’ it did. Next time I think I can just do that again. Didn’t even need to tighten the ring.”
>Spike chimes in
>”Could you explain that to us? I’m still confused about it.”
“Yeah, let’s go upstairs and Ah’ll explain how mah Stand works.”
>You follow the guys upstairs and talk to your friends about what your Stand is and how it works
>”It feels like silk? Oh, that’s simply divine darling. It almost makes me wish I had one! Almost.”
>”Wait, so can we, like, zip through it and come out the other side forever? It’d be like falling into a bottomless pit.”
“Ah reckon Ah don’t know, Dash, would ya like to try it out?”
>”I dunno man, seems kinda freaky. Maybe later though, I’m pooped.”
>”Hang on AJ, I wanted to try something. Can you use your Stand again?”
“…Sure. Gimme a sec.”
>You feel around inside your own head for your Stand. It felt sort of like a new muscle or sense when you were using it earlier, so that’s what you look for now
>Gotcha
“[RAWHIDE]!”
>The ethereal power of your Stand emerges from your body, flaring out over a wide area and “looping” it
>”[Rawhide]? Is that the name you chose?”
“Yup, ain’tcha ever listened to the Blues Brothers? It’s ready.”
>”Huh, cool. Nice choice AJ.”
>Anon summons his own Stand, [Planisphère], and produces a needle from its finger
“What the hay is that? Ah thought you didn’t have any powers!”
>”Oh, I almost died fighting someone earlier, that’s where I got this power.”
>”WHAT!?”
>Everypony questions him at once
>Ow, yer ears are ringin’
>”Yeah, hang on, I’ll tell you about it in a sec
>He points the Stand’s hand off in a random direction and launches the needle out of its finger!
>It flies towards your Stand barrier and disappears
>”AH!”
>Rarity jumps a hoof in the air before landing and letting out a powerful sneeze
>You notice the needle embedded in her flank, but by the time she finishes smoothing her hair out it’s completely vanished
>”So yeah, needles that make everyone sneeze, fired at high velocity. They disappear afterwards and don’t draw blood for some reason, but they’re damn cool. Thanks for letting me use your Stand to torment Rarity.”
>>”One of these days I’ll pay you back in full you ruffian!”
>Twilight steps forward
>”Alright Anon, explain yourself.”
>He spends the next half hour telling you all about how he almost died at the hooves of Blade Dancer, about her mysterious premonition, and how she vanished afterwards
>”Do you know any magic that works that way, Twi?”
>She’s exhausted from everything she’s been through today, but Twilight still takes interest in question
>”I’m really not sure. If it looked like sunlight then maybe we could ask Celestia, but I’ve never heard of magic that uses sunlight as a medium for casting spells. We’ll need to pen another letter, but I’m honestly ready for bed.”
>You look outside, and are greeted with the sight of Luna’s moon, suspended in the night sky like a great white apple
>It’s been a long day
>Stifling a yawn, you deactivate [Rawhide] and make for Twilight’s front door
“Ah’m about ready to turn in mahself. It’s been a crazy scary day today, and Ah’d like to put it all behind me. See y’all tomorrow!”

>Be Anonymous again, finally
>It’s been a hell of a day
>After you said good night to the girls and fist-bumped Stands with Spike, you reassured Twilight that you’d stop by for proper testing tomorrow and made sure she had the Arrow in a secure location
>On your slow waltz home, you shoot a few more pones out and about at this hour and are greeted by their olfactory evacuations
>What a cool fuckin’ power this is
>It’s not good to think about after today, but you kind of want the rest of the gang to get their own Stands, because goddamn how cool would that be?
>You could be part of a gang of Stand users that go around righting the wrongs of Ponyville, and possibly Equestria itself
>That’d be pretty badass, in your humble opinion
>Just running around punching criminals all day
>It’d be fun
>But right now you need to rest
>Today you got up with a migraine, manifested a punching ghost that you thought was confined to a Japanese comic book, broke your hand, punched an assassin into oblivion, helped your friends manifest their Stands, and walked home
>It feels kind of like a whole month went by
>Oh look, you’re home
>Time to get some sleep
>You know you should be freaked out about the whole Blade Dancer thing, but honestly it’s too late in the day to give a shit about that
>The time for freaking out will be in the morning
>Right now it’s time to catch some z’s

>Be n̵o̵ ̶n̴a̶m̴e̵ ̶d̷e̵t̸e̵c̸t̵e̸d̶
>Things are getting very interesting now
>He has obtained the unknown power of the Soveran Arrow and seemingly vanquished evil with it already
>His friends are likely to join him soon, you’re sure of it
>All you can do for now is wait
>You are stirred from your thoughts by your compatriot entering the room, and you turn from the window
>”Are you certain this is the path you wish to tread?”
“We only have a chance so long as his powers, and hopefully theirs as well, continue to grow. This is the only path I CAN tread.”
>”Then take care that along the way you do not become the very monster you seek to destroy.”
“My soul is not distorted by my actions. What I do has no effect on who I am. This is the correct path.”
>”Very well. I will hold you to that. I can only hope that for our sake they grow quickly.”
>They leave, walking out and closing the door behind them
>You turn back to your window, gazing out at the full moon
>All you can do now is watch and wait
>Things are getting very interesting indeed

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STAND NAME: [RAWHIDE]
STAND MASTER: APPLEJACK

POWER: N/A
SPEED: D
RANGE: C
DURABILITY: N/A
PRECISION: N/A
POTENTIAL: B

APPEARANCE: NONE
ABILITY: “Loops” space in a circle 15 meters in diameter around Applejack’s body, locking everything in that loop inside. If something moves past the 15 meter boundary, they are instantly transported to the other side of the loop from where they exited it. Objects that enter at an angle leave at an angle, which can be devastating with projectile weapons.
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