Anon's W&W Misadventures

>>Hey girls, you ever wonder why Anon is always alone?

>Be Anon.
>Be somewhat 'surprised-but-mostly-terrified-oh-God-they're-talking-about-me-what-did-I-do' Anon.
>You steal a quick peek at the person who just spoke.
>Oh.
>Oh no.
>It was her.
>Sunset Shimmer.
>Former queen bee of the school. Reformed, you had heard through the grapevine, but that was beyond your social standing to ask about.
>Seated around her was, from what you last heard, the clique of her mortal enemies turned besties.
>Seriously. What kind of deus ex machina bullshit was that? But, then again, a part of you wished for something like that to happen to yourself.
>Gathering up your things, you awkwardly try to sneak your way out of the library and to an empty classroom.
>Glancing over your shoulder as you walk out the door, you see Sunset Shimmer staring right at you.
>Heart skipping a beat, from fear or delusions that she might like you, you scramble your way down the hall, imagining that she was chasing you down.
>Just your over active imagination, but hey, bothing wrong with a bit of daydreaming.
"Well, whatever. Not like anything of those protagonist clichès would ever apply to me. I'm just a npc in the game of life."
>You mock yourself self-deprecatingly under your breath, trying to cover it up with a sigh.
>Shaking your head in an attempt to clear your mind, your feet carry you towards the library.
>Waving to the librarian's assistant on duty, you scurry off to a small corner tucked away and out of sight from the general floor.
>Pulling out a few books, sheets, and your laptop, you crack a grin and think about last week's adventure.
"Let's see, now... Norman is currently trapped in prison for botching up his infiltration of the Duke's manor. On the flipside, it looks like Neon and Derpy are currently in the tavern getting dragged into an arguement between Sandalwood and a hunter. Meanwhile, Sweet Leaves is... According to my notes... Busy working with the local parish to solve the main storyline quest."
>Lightly tapping away at your keyboard as you occasionally let out a 'hmm,' your eyes dart between your loose sheets of paper and the screen.
>Yes, the aforementioned group was quite the miscellaneous bunch, but to you, they were the source of your slowly building stress.
>Through a strange series of events, you ended up as their dungeon master for a game of Wizards & Warriors.
>As you attempt to finagle a way for everyone to get back on track, your phone buzzes twice in succession.
>Glancing at the screen, your heart sinks.
>"[Hey, Anon, sorry about the short notice, but I think I'm coming down with a cold. I'll have to miss the session tomorrow :(. Sorry about that! Could you let the others know? Thanks! -Sweet Leaves."]
>You blink a few times, trying to process the message. You put your phone facedown and bury your face in your hands and let out a deep, muffled groan.
"Okay, so... New plan. I need to recruit someone to play as a tank and tied to the church of Pelor, god of the sun... Praise it."
>You giggle at yourself, taking a brief joy in the pun. Ha. Ha. Haa.... You need friends. Friends other than your W&W group.
>Wrenching your face free and with an overdramatic gasp of air, you let out a deep sigh and murmur to yourself.
"Where am I going to find another player by tomorrow... At this rate, the campaign will just die out like all the others..."
>"Uhh, hi there... Anon, right?"
>You jump in shock. Someone had found your hideaway?! But who? Who dares trespass behind the curtain of illusions to challenge the great and powerful campaign master?!
>Nope, not even close.
>Your heart jackhammers against your chest and your palms are sweaty, knees weak, and arms are heavy.
>Slowly, almost mechanically, you turn around and see a vaguely familiar head of burning hair.
>A lump rises in your throat as you somehow managed a crooked, awkward smile.
"H-hey, Sunset... Can I help you with anything?"
>She returns a somewhat forced smile and fiddles with the hem of her vest before replying.

>Be Sunset Shimmer
>Former queen and ruler of Canterlot High and reformed Nice Girl(TM).
>You had pointed out Anon to your friends early in the cafeteria which prompted them into idle gossip.
>From what you could piece together, only Fluttershy had some inkling of him, a side from the usual 'he's a good guy, albeit really quiet and reserved.'
>The pinkhaired animal lover mentioned that he was friends with another member of the eco-friendly club, Sandalwood.
>Which, honestly, didn't give you much to work with.
>Eventually, Pinkie pulled out a notebook from who knows where and rattled off some information.
>[Anon. E. Mous. Senior. Quiet and somewhat introverted, but a generally easygoing guy. Likes: tea, cookingn story writing, naps, and the occasional hit of 'Everfree OG.' {Although I've yet to party with him, Anon seems like a great guy to be around. He runs amazing campaigns of Wizards and Warriors, which might be why he's also a wiz in the kitchen. Word through the grapevine is that he's looking for more players for a campaign that he is currently running.} Known associates: Sandalwood, Norman, Sweet Leaves. Known hangouts: Steamed and Swirled cafe, unassuming corner on the first floor of the library, room C118 on Thursdays from 3 to 5:30/6.]
>You and the rest of the girls stare at Pinkie with mixed expressions.
>She perks up and giggles.
>"What's up girls? Didn't you know that I have notebooks and notebooks and notebooks and notebooks and notebooks and notebooks and...."
>"And notebooks on alllll of the students around the school? How ELSE could I finish my goal of being friends and partying with EVERYBODY before we graduate otherwise?"
>You let out a forced laugh, swearing to yourself in your heart to never cross Pinkie, raising her to a 9 out of 10 to never try and upset. For measurement, past you would've been a 10 out of 10. So would Midnight Sparkle the demon. Who you thought was kind of hot, in a way.
>The conversation continued on for a bit before you finally stood up and followed Pinkie's somewhat worrying map of the school which looked eerily like a blueprint to find Anon.
>You figured that, since you were still learning about the Magic of Friendship(TM), he would be a nice change of pace from the girls.
>Leading up to the present, the two of you smiling awkwardly at each other and letting out forced laughs.
"So, uh, hi, Anon. I'm Sunset Shimmer. It's nice to meet you."
>The boy perks up a bit and a strange look overcomes his face.
>"We, ah, we've... met before."
>Fuck.
"Oh, we have? Oh, uh, um, sorry about that. It's been a while, and I tend to be forgetful. When was this?"
>"Umm. When you, er... Had some guys.... Shove me into a snow bank one day outside of Steamed and Swirled.... Because I took the last scone of the day..."
>DOUBLE FUCK.
"Oh...! OH! Oh, my goodness, I am SO sorry about that! I-I wasn't- I didn't mean to- That was- I-I am so sorry about that, I-"
>You wave your hands about, stammering out apologies for the past. Wow, old you was a totally cunt.
>Due to your panicked and nervous manner, for some reason, Anon started to apologize to YOU.
>"Oh, no, it's fine! It was so long ago, and I'm over it, and I mean, I was at fault for taking the last one and not asking if you wanted it first and..."
>The two of you share a look and burst out laughing, prompting a piercing 'SHH' to shoot over in your direction.
>With a sheepish grin, the two of you finally settle down and give each other knowing smiles.
>"So, what can I help you with, Sunset? It can't just be to reminisce about the good ol' days?"
>A faint blush of embarrassment rises up on your cheeks.
"Ah, yeah, again... Sorry about that. The thing is that I was talking with the girls earlier and Linkie said that you needed a hand with something. And I was thinking about trying to make amends for the past so..."

>Be Anon.
>Be somewhat flustered Anon.
>Sunset Shimmer had come to find you for something. And after making up for the past, you're still not sure why she came to find you.
>You had asked her why she was there and... Did she blush?
>Oh. Oh my. That was cute. She had terrified you before, but you were still kind of turned on by her... 'Queenly-ness.' Now that she was being cute and kind of shy... Shit, son, did you catch some feels?
>She started to explain a bit and you could audibly hear those feels get torn to shreds.
>Mostly.
>From what you figure, she said she was trying redeem herself in a way, so, good for her!
>But, she didn't even remember you or what she did to you at first. So, she was using you as a means to stroke her own ego.
>BUT. She did remember eventually. And she did apologize.
>And she did say she was here to help, and you needed another player.
>So, why not accept her offer anyway? Since the incident was back in sophomore year, anway.
>After some conflicted pondering, you decide to take a shot.
"Uh, hey, Sunset? I actually could use your help with something. See, I help run this game, and we're missing a player. And, if you have free time on Thursdays after school, would you mind filling in?"
>"Oh, sure! I don't mind. What's the game called?"
"It's a table top game with some sheets and dice called Wizards & Warriors."
>"Can't say I've heard of it before. How do you play?"
"Well, here, pull up a seat and I'll explain. So first, we'll need to give you a class and race..."