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- >With a jolt, you shoot upward, glancing about.
- >The moment of confusion passes as you find the familiar walls of the library around you.
- >You blink, trying to remove the blurriness and burning from your eyes.
- >When you forcefully shake your head to wake yourself, the desk in front of you comes into focus, complete with drool-stained notes and a dried quill.
- >Sighing, you set the quill to the side and pull over a blank sheet of paper.
- >Carefully, you use the sheet to soak up the drool from your notes without smearing the ink any more.
- >Almost as an afterthought, you wipe the saliva from your own face.
- >Reflexively, you grasp your coffee mug in your magic, bringing it to your muzzle.
- >You tip the mug as you blearily try to examine the last sections of your notes.
- >After a moment, you notice the lack of caffeine on your tongue and examine the mug, only to find it empty.
- >With a sigh, you step down from the chair, stumbling for a moment.
- >Stretching your legs, you walk into the kitchen, shutting your eyes at the blinding light streaming in through the window.
- >Squinting as your eyes adjust, you rinse the mug.
- >As you head toward your coffeepot, you glance at the clock.
- >2:47.
- >You freeze, considering the implications.
- >You'd forgotten that Spike was at a sleepover with the Cutie Mark Crusaders and wouldn't wake you up.
- >Tossing the mug onto the counter, you rush back to the main room of the library.
- >No one had opened the front door of the library.
- >How could the town survive, cut off from its all-important repository of knowledge?
- >When you try to unlock the door, however, you find it already unlocked.
- >Opening the door, you find no one waiting, no one too nervous to enter.
- >You doubt any pony could have walked right past you without waking you.
- >Rolling your eyes, you pull over a half-completed list and your quill, making a note about declining literacy rates.
- >When you don't see any ink flowing, you tiredly look at the tip of the quill, stuck together with dried ink.
- >Tossing it into a trash can, you grab a fresh quill and rewrite your note.
- >There.
- >May as well get started on the daily routine.
- >Straightening your mane, you head outside and grab your mail.
- >As you walk back inside, you skim across them, separating out the advertisements, the business, and the friendly correspondence.
- >One envelope in particular catches your eye.
- >Setting the rest on your desk, you open out the letter from Ponyville's resident human, pulling out a thick sheet of paper.
- >The paper is bright and colorful, decorated with odd geometric diagrams enclosed in circles and smiley faces, and "INVITATION" in bright purple bubble-letters at the top.
- >"Dear Twilight Sparkle, you are cordially invited to Anon's 1st semiannual blood orgy to summon an eldritch being to our realm."
- >"Refreshments will be provided, and substitute blood and condoms will be available to guests who want them."
- >"We hope to see you, and remember: it's a secret, exclusive event."
- >You just stare at the invitation.
- >You always felt Anon was a little off, but this...
- >You don't even know what to think.
- >Well, you're technically in charge of his integration into Equestrian society.
- >You're going to have a long talk with him.
- >The invitation, between a seven-sided star with text scribbled inside and a crudely drawn phallus, states that this event is tonight at 7:30 PM.
- >You groan.
- >The library's supposed to be open until 8:00 today.
- >Throwing the invitation onto your desk, you head back into the kitchen.
- >You're going to need a lot of coffee today.
- >At 8 PM, you promptly lock the door, taking off at a jog toward Anon's house.
- >Despite that no one had entered the library all day, the afternoon had been nerve-wracking.
- >Possibility after possibility ran through your mind as you tried to wait.
- >Images of Anon being chased out of town just for following some bizarre cultural tradition he hadn't mentioned.
- >Screams of ponies running as the town is demolished by some giant tentacle beast he might summon.
- >Improper hygiene and protocol regarding bloodborne pathogens and sexually transmitted infections.
- >The list of disasters went on and on.
- >You shudder at the memory.
- >They would have started nearly 45 minutes before the time you get there.
- >Panting and sweating, you finally make it to his doorstep, weakly knocking as you try to regain your breath.
- "Anon? We *hah* need to talk!"
- >When the door opens, you nearly fall over.
- >"Hey, Twilight. Come on in."
- >You look up to see Anon in the gray and blue 'robe' he almost always wears, which was really one of Rarity's failed dresses repurposed.
- >Fearing what you might find, you hurry inside as you try to muster up the ability to speak.
- >Rapidly glancing about, you are shocked to find the room not filled with dozens of ponies in positions of debauchery as they copulate in the blood of sacrifices.
- "Wh-where are they?"
- >His excited face drops slightly.
- >Oh, Celestia, has he killed them all already to summon some monster?
- >"We didn't have too much of a turnout, actually."
- >You follow him anxiously into his living room, where a few dozen chairs are setup, along with a table with pizza and soda.
- >Along one wall is a cheap plastic table, covered sloppily in plaster apparently meant to resemble an altar, covered in what was apparently supposed to be blood, although its pinkness reveals that it's really paint.
- >The only other pony here is a wide-eyed greenish unicorn with an ecstatic grin well past the point of creepiness.
- >"We couldn't really get started, but with you here, we can begin!"
- >The unicorn just stays silent, her eyes following Anon's hand as he gestures.
- >You can do nothing but stare in horror as Anon pulls a huge knife from the 'altar', easily as long as his forearm.
- >He slowly brings the blade to his hand, while the unicorn's mouth hangs open, drooling as she stare.
- >You cringe, waiting for the fabric of reality to rend itself in twain, for the world to twist and warp into a grotesque parody of all that is good.
- >After several moments of near silence, you work up the courage to open your eyes to find Anon lightly sawing along his thumb with the knife, barely pressing at all.
- >Finally, he yelps in pain, dropping the knife onto the 'altar' as he waves his hand about, as if trying to throw the pain from his thumb.
- >"I-I sacrifice this crimson ich... ick... ichor...? this crimson ichor to remove the false veils of this reality!"
- >Squeezing his thumb pathetically, he barely makes the tiniest droplet of blood appear before wiping it on the plaster and grabbing the knife.
- >Walking over to the refreshments table, he picks up some disinfectant and a bandage and begins applying them to what must be comparable to a paper cut.
- >When he finishes, he walks over to the unicorn.
- >"Initiate Heartstrings, it is now your turn to sacrifice."
- >He reaches out to hand her the knife, but she just stares at the way his fingers grasp the hilt.
- "W-wait!"
- >"Oh, did you need something Twilight?"
- >Your mind is too overloaded to process the situation, and you just speak the first words that come to mind.
- "You need to disinfect that!"
- >He stares at the blade, with not even a hint of blood visible.
- >"I guess you're probably right. Safety first."
- >While Anon walks over to the table and begins to wipe the blade with rubbing alcohol, you walk over to the unicorn, quietly whispering to her.
- "I don't think Anon's quite in the right state of mind. You should probably go."
- >"H-hands."
- >Her leg twitches, followed by a shudder which racks her whole body and the sound of some unidentified dripping liquid.
- >You back away from the mare, just in time for Anon to return with the disinfected knife.
- >"Now, it is your turn, Initiate Heartstri--"
- "Anon!"
- >He pauses, looking up at you in surprise.
- >"Yeah?"
- "You can't just form cults, or try to summon things beyond this reality. It's too dangerous, and illegal for that matter."
- >The happiness drops from his face entirely at your words.
- >"Oh. Really?"
- "Yes, really. And you can't just hold a... a..."
- >"Blood orgy."
- "You can't just hold a blood orgy. It's unhygienic and spreads diseases quickly."
- >"Oh."
- >He sighs, setting the knife on the 'altar', before slumping to the ground.
- >"I just... spent so much time putting this together, and no one even showed up besides you and Lyra. And you're only here to tell me I can't. I just... wanted to be the first to do something special."
- >You approach and rest a hoof on the... eccentric human.
- "You are special, Anon. You're the only human in Equestria. You don't need to start a cult or usher in an age of darkness to be special. You're very special."
- >In more ways than one.
- >"Thanks, Twilight."
- >He looks around the room for a moment.
- >"Since we're already set up, can we still have the orgy, or --"
- >You slap him, not even dignifying his suggestion with a response.
- >"Agh. Alright, no orgy."
- >He stands up.
- >"Alright, Lyra. Looks like the party's over."
- >He leads the two of you to the door.
- >"So, uh, see you tomorrow for my weekly report, Twilight."
- "Yeah."
- >"See you around, Lyra."
- >"I need to have your hands."
- >You grab the mare in your magic as she lunges forward, trying to grab onto his hand.
- "See you around, Anon."
- >You pull the creepy mare after you outside as Anon shuts the door behind you.
- "Well, see you around, Lyra."
- >"The Old Ones shall be freed, despite thy inter--"
- >"Lyra, there you are!"
- >Lyra takes off running, hissing in protest as a cream-colored mare hurries after her.
- >"No! The flames shall scourge the flesh of the unwilling!"
- >You just ignore her as you head back to your library.
- >You really need to get some sleep tonight.
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