Anon Vs. Adoption 8

>Be Anon
>A clock on your dingy bedrooms wall indicates the clock to be 9:30
>Plenty of nighttime to plan and execute your little excursion
>You could hide a lot of things in your mane but you didn't want to get caught with all these fireworks and carrying a bunch explosives in your hair seems like a bad idea
>Plus you really don't want to go through another day of kindergarten
“Fuck that”
>You don't know what that word means but hearing you say it feels right somehow
>Maybe in time you'll start to remember stuff
>Anyway back to planning
>You had to be a stealthy filly
>But hooves aren't quiet
>You rip apart the bedsheet and fasten some improvised socks
>Better than nothing
>Probably
>Now what to do with all these fireworks?
>A distraction of some kind maybe?
>Although that roman candle could be used as some sort of weapon
>And could cause a few fires and accidentally burn down the orphanage
>Meh, it was worth the risk
>There were also the smoke bombs to consider
>They probably don't cause enough smoke to vanish in but a half a dozen of them at once ought to smoke out a room
>No idea what you could really use the bottle rockets for but whatever
>Okay then, inventory taken what were you going to actually do?
>Sneak into Strict's office and find something incriminating, and if you don't find anything you snoop through her quarters for it
>If you don't find anything...
>There has to be something, don't worry about it
>It was late enough
>Lets do it
>You secure your saddlebags full of low grade explosives and make sure your socks are secure before leaving
>That done you sneak out of your room to the staircase, moonlight shining brightly through the huge open window at the top of the stairs
>You go down the stairs as quietly as possible
>Which was pretty darn quiet all things considered
>The socks really seem to work
>Stop thinking about socks and FOCUS
>Right
>As you get to the first floor landing you hear hoofsteps coming!
>You hide as behind a part of the staircase just in time to see  a mare with a lantern in her mouth slowly walk by
>That was close
>At least they weren't being subtle about patrolling the hallways
>Sticking to one of the walls you head in the direction of Strict's office
>Making sure to peak before taking a corner and ducking into a classroom or closet whenever you hear somepony approach
>It was actually getting kind of repetitive really
>It's a good thing nopony seemed to lock any doors here
>You finally manage to get to Stricts office
>Well more specifically her secretaries office but it was right through it so whatever
>As you enter the secretarial office you are greeted by some soft snoring
>It seems like her secretary has fallen asleep at her desk
>Her head lying on a stack of papers
>It was pretty cute
>You'd take a picture if you had a camera or something
>Best not to try and wake her
>You creep past the sleeping pony towards Strict's office door
>It's locked
>Of fucking course
>The one locked door in the entire building
>Maybe there was a key nearby?
>The secretary probably had a key to her bosses office
>That makes sense right?
>Making sure to not make any noise you look through every drawer and filing cabinet you can reach
>You found nothing but a bunch of paperwork and one little plastic baggie of what appears to be table salt in the back of one of the filing cabets
>Shit
>Hey you remembered another swear word!
>Small victory, but it gave you hope you'd remember everything eventually
>There was nowhere else to look other than the sleeping pony's desk
>At this point theres really not that much to lose
>You look through her desk as best as you could
>You couldn't quite get them all the drawers because the sleepy pone is in the way
>Just as you were starting to give up your search here you see that up close the pony has a keyring on her neck with a couple of keys on it
>One of those had to be the one!
>How to get them without waking her though?
>The keyring was just made of string so you could really only cut it off or pull her head through it
>Well you did have that wicked sharp letter opener
>It was practically a dagger
>Come to think about it was more like a dagger pretending to be a letter opener really
>You very carefully get up on the desk, nearly slipping on some papers in the process
>After just barely catching yourself you calmly grab the keys, being sure not to tug on the string around her neck
>Taking a sitting position you take out the silver letter opener and holding it in your other hoof you attempt to cut the string
>Critical success!
>Happy with your victory you put the keys in your mouth and jump off the desk
>Your landing makes a not-so-quiet 'Whoomp!' and you hear the mare jump awake
>”Whattzat?”
>Thinking quickly you hide on the other side of her desk
>”Huh mustv'e imagined it” She finishes her sentence with a yawn
>You hear her get off of her chair
>”How late did I stay this time?”
>A short pause
>”11pm!” Buck I need to go home!”
>Sounds of a pony making a quick exit and a door slam indicate you are now alone
>Everythingwentbetterthanexpected.jpg
>What did that mean?
>Ugh
>You look at your prize
>4 keys and a piece of string
>Amazing
>Without further ado you try each key until you open the door
>It's the 4th key
>Always
>With a satisfying 'click' you open the door and begin your search
>Huh, you'd think a pony named 'Strict Rules' would be more neat
>And frankly her office was a mess
>Sure it didn't look dirty, but all the paperwork was just sort of haphazardly shoved in drawers everywhere
>Whatever, you start looking through some paperwork for something interesting
>It's mostly adoption paperwork from what you can make out
>After looking through boring paperwork for what feels like an hour you decide to take a break
>Also it would be fun to trash her office  bit since you had the chance
>Starting with those expensive looking vases holding  wilted flowers by the window
>You push over a chair and climb up to the windowsill
>With no small amount of satisfaction you knock over all three vases onto the floor
>They all break with a satisfying crash
>Petty revenge, but breaking things is always quite therapeutic
>As you look at the mess you made you see something strange among the wilted lilies and broken ceramic
>It looks like a giant gem of some kind
>Huh, weird
>Well it had to be something important if she had hidden it
>Avoiding the broken vase shards you pick up the gem and go to Strict's desk to take a closer look at it
>I looks like a giant piece of costume jewelry, there's no way a warden could have a diamond this large just lying around
>It seems to take on a faint glow as you study it closer
>Then the world seems to fall away

>Be Anon still
>But not Anon also
>It was weird
>You couldn't fell your body at all
>Did that stupid gem thing kill you or something?
>You can still see though
>Though you couldn't look around or anything
>You see a familiar small bathroom
>Wait this was your bathroom!
>The fuck?
>What the hell was going one
>Before you can begin to panic a filly walks into the bathroom
>A green filly with a black mane
>That was you!
>This raises further questions
>You see yourself hop onto the toilet and start examining herself in the mirror
>Which is exactly where you're seeing her from
>It was like you were looking directly in your own eyes
>Kinda surreal
>Wait you remember this!
>This is the time when you-
>Oh no
>You watch yourself get more and more depressed before finally exclaiming “Fuck!”
>Your voice really was cute
>Then you start presenting your filly bits to yourself
>Yep, that was a vagina all right
>Yours to be precise
>Fortunately the horror had dimmed a bit for you
>Still uncomfortable as shit to witness this again though
>Then you see yourself move a hoof and accidentally punch herself in the snatch
>Yeah that really fricking hurt
>You'd wince if you still had a body to control
>Then you see yourself fall off the toilet
>That hurt too
>As you hear yourself moan pathetically in pain your senses start to fade a bit

>Be Anon
>You could feel your body again
>You were lying face-first on Strict's desk
>”Enjoy the show?”
>You jump at the voice
>Oh shit Strict is right in front of you!
>”When I felt my ward warn me of somepony snooping around I wasn't really expecting for it to be you”
“What the hell is that gem? Why does it have me on it?!”
>That gem was perfect as a evidence, you had to get it back somehow
>”Oh this recording gem? I was recording it for a client of mine, but the little show you put on was too good to just use once so I'm trying to get a spell to copy it”
>You did not want to become a filly pornstar, especially with that as your premiere video
“I'm guessing your not just going to give that back and let me on my merry way?
>”You guess correctly my dear, were you going to give it to Summer? Funnily enough I was going to do the same thing”
>She makes a faked panicked voice “Oh officer it's horrible, my own employees doing something so profane under my watch! Ha! That ought to get her off my tail!”
>Well that's not good
>”Now as for you, I have something special just for you”
>Out of nowhere music starts to play
>”You see my dear, when you're under my care and under my roof you must comply”
>She's singing
>What is this I don't even
>”I even have some toys for you to try”
>She leaves her office, dragging you with her with her magic
>”I'm sure after breaking you in a bit you'll even get to enjoy it too, maybe even as much as I do!”
>Strict does not have a voice for singing, and why is she singing so loudly about this?
>”I used to be such a straightforward mare you know, but the years haven't been kind and my love of children certainly hasn't grown”
>Ignoring her awful singing explaining her life story and how she plans to sodomize you later you weigh your options
>You still had your saddlebags loaded with goodies
>And that letter opener
>You could just barely move as she was floating you along
>She also seemed to be pretty distracted with her whole singing and dancing number
>”Now when I was your age my daddy taught me this little trick that always put me into a sort of fit, but what once caused pain now brings pleasure that I'll be sure to show you at my leisure”
>Yeah no
>You prepared some bottle rockets, hopefully that would distract her well enough for her to drop you
>You just had to wait for the right moment
>”Now I'm a mare of action I'll have you know, but every once and a while I like to take it slow”
>She starts trotting up the stairs with you still close behind in
>“And once everypony here suspects Summer instead of me my joy will only grow”
>You've reached the top floor with the large window overlooking the playground
>She leans out the window to dramatically finish her song
>”And everypony will have to respect the mistress because I'll be-”
“A fucker!!”
>You had lit a bottle rocket and aimed it at her head
>She looks at you just in time for the rocket to hit directly in the horn
>The music abruptly stops and she drops you as she lets out a wail of pain
>You run up to her as she makes to rub her horn and shank her with the letter opener where you assume a ponys heart is
>”Augh”
>Must've hit something important cause she didn't seem able to talk anymore
>Only one thing to do really
>You pull out the letter opener and push her out the window
>She was already halfway there anyway
>You just gave her a little nudge
>You watch her fall
>It's not graceful and she lands like a sack of  really bloody potatoes
>Well that's revenge if you've ever seen it
“Dumbass”

>You hear some giggling behind you
>Surprised you quickly turn around
>A white filly continues giggling into her hoof as you gape at her
>She just saw you kill Strict!
>”That was awesome!”
“Uh.... thanks?”
>”I couldn't have asked for a more perfect revenge”
>Still flabbergasted by the fillies reaction, you retort with your usual amount of eloquence
“Huh?”
>”You haven't noticed? Well I can't really blame you, take a closer look at me”
>To confused to do anything else, you comply
>She's a white earth pony about your age
>She's also transparent
“You're a-!”
>”Ghost? Yup! Pretty cool huh?”
>An actually goddamn ghost!
“I didn't even think ghosts existed”
>”Normally there aren't, unless of course you're holding the weapon somepony was murdered with”
“You mean-?”
>”Yeah... a couple of years ago Strict murdered me with that same letter opener you're still holding
“Doesn't that mean Strict is in there now too?”
>The ghost floats over to the window and looks down at Strict's cooling body
>”Nah, I think it's the fall that killed her”
“So Strict's spirit is now in the pavement?”
>Ghost filly shrugs
>”I dunno, maybe? Look what's important now is that you avenged me and I owe you one before I can finally pass on. And I don't want to rush you but I've been here for far to long”
>Huh, a ghost owes you a favor
“Could you get me my memories back? Some assholes got rid of my memories”
>”Uh, I could try? Let me take a look in you mind real quick”
>She jumps into you before you can react
>You feel a strange numbness overcome you
“Huh, they didn't really get rid of your memories. They just suppressed them really deep, I think I can get you to remember them much faster. But not all at once”
>You had talked in her voice, she had possessed you!
>Oh fuck!
“Hey don't freak out on me now I just wanna help! I'll be done in a moment”
>You force yourself to calm down a bit
>You also feel a pressure relieve itself in your mind that you didn't notice was there
>The filly jumps out of you and looks back at you
>”That should do it, you'll remember everything after a bit”
“Warn a guy next time!”
>”There won't be a next time, I'm all set to move on now. You're welcome by the way”
“Oh, uh. Thanks”
>She smiles sadly at you, then sits down and looks at the ground forlornly
>”I didn't want to die, I had so much I wanted to do you know. I wanted to be a singer as long as I can remember. I'll never have the chance now”
“What was your name?”
>”My name was Graceful Melody”
“It's a nice name”
>It was a pretty silly name really but all pony names sound kinda dumb to you anyway
>”Thanks”
>Without another word she disappears in a small burst of light
“Well that was weird, I think I've had enough weirdness for today. I'm going to bed now”
>And go to bed you do