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- >You stand up, put your hands together and do a short bow.
- "I can’t thank you two enough for your hospitality, but I need to go make plans for my new life."
- >L: “Like, where will you live from now on?”
- "Among other things, yes."
- >”Well that’s easy, why don’t you live here with Bon Bon and me?”
- >You and Bon Bon react in the exact same way.
- >”What?”
- >”Yeah! Norman can live in my room, it’s not like I really use it anymore.”
- >You wonder what she means by that. Judging by her cutie mark, she’s a musician. Maybe she just travels a lot?
- >Your duet with Bon Bon continues.
- >”I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
- >”Come on! It’s a great idea! Where else would you go live anyway?”
- >’She kinds of have a point.’
- >’Yeah, where would you find food anyway?’
- >Who are you guys?
- >’Brain.’
- >’Stomach.’
- >You shake your head and stop the conversation you’re having with your organs.
- "I... I’m going to get some fresh air. Thanks for the offer though, I’ll be considering it."
- >Lyra lets out a sigh of disappointment as you leave, but doesn’t do anything to stop you.
- >It's with a belly full of breakfast and lungs filled with fresh air that you take your first step in town.
- >First step in your new life.
- >Feels fantastic.
- >Now, how about you get a little more acquainted with this town.
- >You look around and notice a few good holds on the house you just left.
- "Perfect!"
- >Taking a short running start, you jump up and grab the window's ledge.
- >You hoist yourself higher and get a hold of the small overhang above the window.
- >Continuing your ascension, your hands reach for the roof.
- >You pull yourself up and make sure the thatched roof is sturdy enough to hold your weight.
- >Looking good.
- >Uh... Maybe it wasn't the best idea to climb the side of a house in broad daylight.
- >A few ponies are gathering beneath you.
- >Time to bail, before the crowd gathers more spectators.
- >Fortunately, the roofs around you are close enough to cross from one to another without any effort.
- >You move away from the growing group of equines and start to look around, scanning the surrounding area.
- >Residential area, large tree-house thingy, orchard, marketplace, purple big top, windmill...
- >Wait. Purple big top?
- >Nope. False alarm, it's just a strange purple building with a carousel on top of it.
- >Well, this looks like a pretty nice small town.
- >So far its inhabitants have been receptive to you, hopefully that trend will continue.
- >You'll try to stay low-profile for some time, just in case.
- >Maybe you should try to find someplace to stay while you think about plans for your new life.
- >By Celestia do you love saying this.
- >Your new life.
- >You lay on your back and look at the sky.
- >A decade.
- >It's been at least a decade since you've been this relaxed.
- >Your bare chest bathing in sunlight.
- >Your gaze wandering the sky, observing the clouds, birds and pegasi.
- >Screw looking for place to crash for now.
- >Instead, you relish in the sweet sensation of freedom you strived after for so long.
- >After an hour or so, you hear someone yelling from what seems to be the direction of the marketplace.
- >"News Flash!"
- >"A strange creature was spotted leaving the domicile of Lyra Heartstring and Bon Bon!"
- >Wow, these guys work FAST!
- >So much for keeping low profile.
- >"Read more about the creature in our exclusive interview of the two mares!"
- >Wonder what they said about you.
- >"The creature was last seen climbing the roof of Ms.Heartstring and Ms.Bon's house."
- >Oh fuck. If even a single slightly curious pegasus heard that, you're mere seconds from being found.
- >Franticly, you look for a subtle way down the roofs.
- >You spot a pile of hay in a small alley between two houses.
- >Jumping down, you grab the edge of the roof and hang from it.
- >You brace yourself and let your grip slip.
- >A small cloud of hay and dust rises with your landing.
- >Sure enough, you can see a gray pegasus with a blond mane flying above you.
- >A piece of paper drops from her saddle bag and floats down to the street next to you.
- >Could it be?
- >You silently make your way to the paper, making sure no one is looking when you exit the alley.
- >As soon as you pick it up, you rush back to your hiding place.
- >Let's see...
- >The article begins with a few eyewitness descriptions of your ascension.
- >Bla bla bla, 'looked like a hairless ape'
- >Yada yada, 'pretty tall and slightly intimidating'
- >Words words words 'absolutely HORRIBLE sense of fashion'
- >Well, this is boring.
- >You skip to the interview and read it.
- >Basically, the two mare told them where and how they found you. They also mentioned that you were nice and harmless.
- >But to use caution if they had food on them if they were to meet you.
- >Gee, thanks Bon Bon.
- >Another line catch your attention.
- >'While Ms.Heartstring insisted the creature was named Henry-'
- >Dammit Lyra.
- >'Ms.Bon affirmed that it stayed anonymous for the entirety of its visit.
- >Anonymous?
- >You like how that sounds.
- >The rest of the editorial is a bunch of thanks to the people who gave informations about you.
- >You need to get away from here, ponies might get curious about all this and-
- >"Girls! It's the creature!"
- >Oh no...
- >"If we can capture it, we'll get our cutie mark for sure!"
- >You raise your head from the sheet of paper.
- >Three fillies are blocking the entrance of they alley.
- >"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER CRYPTOZOOLOGIST!"
- >Shit shit shit!
- >"You still have your sister's rope with you, Applebloom?"
- "NOPE!"
- >You sprint towards them and flip over the fillies.
- "Nopenopenope!"
- >Not getting tied up by a bunch of children today.
- >"He's getting away! Hop in girls!"
- >Where are you running to?
- >You have no idea, hopefully you're not going to a crowded place.
- >What's that buzzing noise?
- >By the sun, what are you looking at?
- >They're riding a small board with four wheels?
- >It's propelled by the orange filly flapping her wings like a humming bird?
- >What?
- >Oh man, they're catching up on you.
- >Wondering how you could shake them off, an idea dawn upon you.
- >You slow down to let them get within a mere foot behind you.
- >"Come on Scoots, just a little closer!"
- >You give a quick look behind you.
- >The yellow filly is spinning a lasso above her head.
- >In your dreams, little ones.
- >At the next intersection, you take a sharp turn to the right.
- >You hear a screeching sound and then a crashing one.
- >You stop to make sure they're alright.
- >"Quick girls, we're going to lose him!"
- >Yep, they're doing fine.
- >They prop their vehicle back on its wheel and rush their way towards you.
- >They're determined, you'll give them that.
- >With a sigh, you go back to running away from young fillies.
- >Alright, next plan.
- >You can see a bridge up ahead.
- >A new idea forms in your mind.
- >You alter your trajectory a little.
- >Now, you're running straight for the small creek instead of the bridge.
- >With your pursuers getting closer, you pick up the speed.
- >And jump up and above the little stream of water.
- >Success!
- >You turn around with a laugh.
- "Haha! Sorry fillies, no capturing monsters for you to-"
- >"Hold on tight girls!"
- >What?
- >Oh shit.
- >As soon as you see their little contraption leave the ground, you bolt away.
- >You hear a little 'Yeehaw!' right before a small thud.
- >No splash though, so no time to turn aroud.
- >This side of the brook is composed of a small hill with a building on top of it.
- >You pray to the celestial princesses in hope of finding this house void of occupant.
- >Fortunately, the combination of grass and small slope slows down the fillies enough for you to get a good headstart.
- >Rapidly, you hide behind the rather large building.
- >You can't see anyone nearby. Good.
- >Peeking around the corner you wait for the young trio to show themselves.
- >And you wait.
- >...
- >And wait.
- >...
- >What if they just gave up and went back to town?
- >A sudden feeling of constriction around your arms and chest quickly refutes that hypothesis.
- >They took the long way around to sneak up on you.
- >Smart kids.
- "Alright, you got me."
- >The three fillies giggle and look at their respective flank, smiling with anticipation.
- >Disappointed pouts replace the smiles.
- >What's wrong with their flank? They're you can't see anything wrong with them.
- >Oh. You can't see anything.
- >You can guess what they were looking for.
- >"Darn, ah was SO sure we were gonna earn 'em this time."
- "Now that you have me tied up, what's next?"
- >They look at each others in confusion.
- >The white filly breaks the silence.
- >"...We didn't plan this far."
- >The yellow one perks up.
- >"OH! Ah know!"
- >"Remember that interview in the journal? We could try that!"
- >"YEAH!", the other two exclaim in unison.
- >That might be a good idea, actually.
- >Let the fillies to spread some good words about you.
- >Nothing can go wrong with this.
- "Well, since you caught me fair and square, I have no choice but to let you interview me."
- >All three of them : "Really!?"
- "Of course, where do you want to do this?"
- >"Oh! OH!", the orange filly starts.
- >"We could bring you to our headquarters!"
- >The young trio lets out what could be mistaken for a battle cry.
- >"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS INTERVIEWERS!"
- >"YAY!"
- >You chuckle.
- >A totally adorable battle cry.
- "Alright, lead the way!"
- >Wow, those girls are SLOW.
- >Where's all that energy they had earlier?
- >Heh, kids these days.
- >You slip through your bindings.
- >Substituting the escape artist that one time finally paid off.
- "You girls look tuckered out, how about you let me do the walking?"
- >They yelp in surprise as you pick them up.
- >You place the two light colored ones on your shoulders and the orange one on your head.
- >Your head is surrounded by adorable giggles and you feel a lightness in your chest.
- >It feels amazing, it's as if some of those years of mental scarring were melting away.
- >The rest of the walk to the 'headquarters' was uneventful.
- >Said headquarters are actually a cute little cabin perched in a tree.
- >As you get closer to the entrance, the -what did they call themselves, crusaders?- hop off you.
- >They rush inside and slam the door in your face.
- >"Sorry mister Creature, we need to prepare the interview room before you can get in!"
- >Fair enough.
- >Leaning against the door, you wait for them to call you in.
- >Is the sun already about to set?
- >Yup, apparently that little chase scene with the fillies went on longer than you thought.
- >Well shit, you'll have to find a place to crash in the midst of the night.
- >Hmmm... You COULD go back to Lyra and Bon Bon, but you'd rather-
- >The door suddenly opens behind you.
- >You comedically flail your arms around, trying to regain balance.
- >As soon as you start to get some stability back, a ring of rope drops around your torso.
- >Ugh, again?
- >A quick tug makes you fall on your ass.
- >You are dragged inside the small clubhouse.
- >Damn, it's dark in here.
- >Your head recoils as a flash of bright light assails your eyes.
- >What the fuck is going on here?!
- >You blink a few times to fight your sudden blindness.
- >Once your vision has recovered enough, you discern the silhouettes of the three fillies behind the spot of dazzling light.
- >A yellowish hoof slams against the table in front of you.
- >"Tell us your name!"
- >Wow, that's one aggressive tone, it's too adorable to be threatening though.
- "I don't have a na-"
- >You think back to what you read this morning.
- "Anonymous. My name is Anonymous."
- "Can I ask you yours?"
- >Another voice chimes in, it cracks every few syllables.
- >"Oh! This is Scootaloo, I'm-"
- >The filly with a bow on her head interrupts.
- >"Sweetie Belle! You can't tell him our names! We're supposed to be the ones asking questions."
- >"Applebloom's right! We're the intrev-, interwe-, questioners in this room!"
- >Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle and Applebloom. Got it.
- >Sweetie Belle : "Oh. Right."
- "Sorry, I won't be asking anymore questions during the interrogation."
- >SB: "Interrogation? I thought we were doing an interview."
- >Scootaloo: "There's a difference?"
- >What have you got yourself into?
- >Oh well. Might as well play along since you're here.
- >The yellow hoof strikes the wooden surface again.
- >Applebloom :"WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?"
- "I don't think I ever ate ic-"
- >She slaps you in the face.
- >AB: "ANSWER THE QUESTION!"
- >Okay, what the fuck. It's not like those little hooves can really hurt you or anything.
- >But, is this really their idea of an interview?
- >Oh shit, she's readying another slap.
- "Vanilla! It's vanilla!"
- >You guess you'll just let them have a little fun.
- >AB: "DO YOU LIKE APPLES?"
- >She slaps you again.
- "Hey! You didn't even let me ans-"
- >Slap.
- >SC: "WHAT'S THE SQUARE ROOT OF FIFTY SEVEN?"
- "How would I kn-"
- >Slap.
- >SB: "DESCRIBE A PERFECT SATURDAY!"
- "Not getting slapped in the face!"
- >Slap.
- >SB: "TODAY'S THURSDAY!"
- >Eventually, your interrogators run out of questions to ask.
- >SB: "I think we should stop for today. It's getting dark outside."
- >SC: "You think we have our cutie marks now?"
- >AB: "I don't know, I can't see my own flank in this darkness."
- >Light finally spreads around the room.
- >You can now see that the blinding light was actually a regular lamp with a large piece of cardboard used to focus the light to your face.
- >Smart kids.
- >With the cardboard down, the fillies each look at their own flanks, smiling with anticipation.
- >Again.
- >Their faces change to a disappointed pout.
- >Again.
- "Sorry you didn't get what you girls were looking for."
- >Applebloom comes closer and starts to untie the rope around your chest and arms.
- >AB: "It's alright mister Anonymous, we'll just have to try harder next time."
- "That's the spirit!"
- >The four of you leave the small cabin and go down the little ramps leading to the ground.
- >SB: "Thanks for letting us interview you."
- "Anytime."
- >You wave the fillies goodbye as they leave for their respective homes.
- >That is until you realise Scootaloo is by your side, waving at her with you.
- >You look at her incredulously.
- "You're not going home?"
- >"Yeah, I- uh, I just need to go grab... something, in the clubhouse first."
- >"Don't wait for me, it might take a while."
- >Suspicious.
- "Alright then, later kid."
- >You start to walk towards the town, keeping an eye at the filly.
- >As soon as you see her enter the treehouse, the door closes behind her.
- >Her voice was way too nervous earlier, it also had a hint of sadness to it.
- >Wonder what's wrong with her.
- >Curiosity gets the best of you and you run back to the clubhouse.
- >Instead of barging in through the front door, you use a nearby tree to silently climb on the roof.
- >You go prone on the edge of the roof and let your upper body hang upside-down.
- >This let you look through a small window above the front door.
- >You can see Scootaloo pulling a blanket and a pillow from a closet.
- >She joylessly lays down on the pillow and cover herself with the blanket.
- >This is none of your business.
- >You get back on the roof and start to make your way down the tree.
- >You really shouldn't meddle with this.
- >Halfway during your descend, you stop next to an open window.
- >None of your business.
- >You slip in and sit on the windowsill.
- "So this is your home, huh?"
- >Dammit.
- >The filly jumps to her hooves, startled.
- "Better than mine I guess."
- >"What are you doing here?"
- "I could ask you the same question."
- >You drop on the floor and go sit next to her.
- "Don't you have a family waiting for you?"
- >She looks at the ground and slowly shakes her head in the negative, tears forming in her eyes.
- >Raising her head, she looks at you.
- >"Do you?"
- "Yes and no."
- >Her face changes to a confused expression.
- "You see kid, family isn't all about who your parents are."
- "It's about who you love and enjoy spending time with."
- "I'm pretty sure I'm the only one of my kind in this world, and I can't remember anything about my folks.
- "But I still had a family, back in the circus."
- >You remember about the other unfortunate souls who had been 'enrolled' with you.
- >They were the only ones to show some concern about you.
- >You were kept isolated and alone most of the time, but the little time you spent with them is probably what kept you sane.
- "We went through though times, but we supported each others."
- "That's what family's about."
- >"Can... Can I join the circus?"
- >She's looking at you, eyes filled with both hopes and tears.
- >There's no way in Tartarus you can tell her what it was like back there.
- "Sorry kid, I'm not a member anymore."
- >That sentence looks like it crushed a little part of her soul, it's heartbreaking.
- >"Oh..."
- >Quick brain, think!
- "Doesn't mean you can't join the family, though."
- >Scootaloo smiles brightly and jumps on you, wrapping you in a warm hug.
- >There it is again, that amazing feeling.
- >The lightness in your chest.
- >"Can you stay here tonight?" she asks, her hooves wrapped around you like she never wants to let go.
- >You weren't expecting this, it's been so long since someone hugged you.
- >"I don't want to be alone anymore..."
- >And apparently, you weren't the only one.
- >You hug her back.
- "Sure thing kid."
- >"Thanks..."
- >She yawns and let go of you, curling up in a ball on your lap.
- >"...big brother."
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