Waid - Damaged Goods

>You are Anonymous
>Hiding in the janitor's closet, yet again.
>You've spent enough time in here that you have rearranged it into a fortress of sorts.
>Outlets let you charge your phone, and there's even a desk with a lamp you've cleaned up to use.
>Drumming your fingers softly against the top of the desk, you wait for the clatter of students in the hallways to die down.
>"Where did that cur run off to?!"
>"If ah find 'im, he'll be sorry."
>"C-come on girls, i-it's really not that big of a -"
>"Fluttershy! It is, he grabbed you right in front of the entire cafeteria!"
>Okay, so you aren't hiding from the entire student body.
>Rather, you're hiding from a specific group.
>They are right outside of your fortress of solitude!!
>"R-really, I don't think he did it on purp-"
>"It doesn't matter, Darling! It is not the first time, or even the second!"
>You stop drumming against the desk and silently sigh, covering your face with your hands.
"Please just listen to her and leave me alone."
>No sooner do you mutter this to yourself, do you notice the doorknob start jiggling.
>ohfuck.jpg
>You snap a hand forward and grab the handle, using every ounce of your strength to keep it from budging.
>You really wish this door had a lock on it. Especially now that you're about to be found out.
>"Ha! Found you! Applejack, quick, help me get this door open!"
>"Don't need ta tell me twice, sugarcube."
>Sweat is dripping from your brow at an alarming rate and your knuckles are going white against the door handle.
"It was an accident, really! Just leave me alone!"
>"Not a chance you degenerate lowlife! You've been let off the hook too many times already!"
>It really wasn't your fault! You knew it, even your unfortunate 'victim' knew it!
>SLAM!
>You can feel the vibration of the two girls ramming the door rock through your arm, and it's almost enough to make you release your death grip.
>"One more time dash!"
>This is it. You're going to die here, in a janitor's closet.
>RRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG
>OH THANK CHRIST
>"Darn it! You got lucky again Anonymous, next time we see you, you're gonna face what you did!"
>The other voices all chime in with their angry words aimed towards you.
>A few kicks land on the door before you hear them all chattering and walking along back to class.
>Just as you breath a sigh of relief, you hear the softest of knocks on your door.
>"A-Anonymous? I'm..umm...sorry for my friends. I know you didn't mean to...and..well..you should probably get to class...bye..."
>Fluttershy joined back up with the rest of the girls.
>You finally let go and stand up, grabbing your books and opening the door to step into the hall.
>With a cautious glance to make sure the coast is clear, you book it towards your locker to switch out the previous classes books.
>Just as you run up to your locker, your shoelace comes untied, and you trip.
>Trying to avoid falling on your face, you kick off your locker, denting the metal and sending you onto your back in a slide.
>..landing at the feet of the librarian, Miss Cheerilee. And staring right up her skirt.
>Your face reddens at the sight for a moment before the realization hits you.
>You scream out loud, and then pass out, blood gushing from your nose.
>You are Anonymous.
>The unlucky and clumsy gynophobe of Canterlot High School.
>And this is not going to be an easy year for you.

>"That's him! The one who peeped at Miss Cheerilee and assaulted Fluttershy!"
>The shadowy feminine figures all leer and point at you, malice and anger clear in their voices.
>Frozen in fear, unable to even shake your head or make an attempt to clear your name, you take their hatred.
>"Why do they still let him even come to school?"
>"They should just lock him up already!"
>The evergrowing group of estrogen-fueled schoolgirls grow closer
"Leave me alone already! I told you, it was an accident alright? I really didn't mean it!"
>The face of Miss Cheerilee comes into view, pity and disgust showing vividly on her features.
>"Now girls, there's no need to use those kinds of bullying tactics."
>You can feel a slight sense of relief that Cheerilee is coming to your defense, but something doesn't quite sit right with you.
>What did she mean by -those- kinds of bullying tactics.
>The group of schoolgirls look amongst each other, snide grins coming to each face in a terrifyingly slow realization.
>All seem to now be holding various items. A bundle of rope. A melon baller. A pair of scissors.
>"I'll hold him down girls." Miss Cheerilee says in a grim tone.
>Terror strikes every ounce of your being, overflowing until you feel warm liquid fear running down your leg...


>You are Red Heart, School Nurse at Canterlot High School.
>There's a rather strong smell starting to fill your little office.
>It takes only a few seconds to realize what that strong ammonia filled scent is.
"Not again, Anonymous!"
>You groan and put down the paperwork you were looking over, before moving to check the cot that the boy is laying on.
>Sure enough, the once clean white sheets are staining yellow.
"I thought you were going to get help for this over the summer, Anonymous, truly."
>With a sigh, you move to the supply closet and pull out a duffel bag, leaving it at the foot of the cot.
>Taking an extra few moments, you scrawl out a letter and leave it on top, before grabbing your things and leaving the office, making sure to give the door a hefty slam.
"I suppose I can't really blame the poor child though..."

>You are Anonymous.
>Freshly awoken by the loud slam of the metal door.
>That dream was terrifying.
>Tears dried on your cheeks.
>Sweat drenching your entire body.
>Oh...that's not sweat.
"Ugh...not again..."
>You groan and sit up, instinctively grabbing the duffel bag that you knew would be there.
>After stripping and using the moist towelettes kept in the bag, and changing your clothes, you finally notice the note the nurse left you.

"Anonymous,

I understand you have little control over your condition, and know that I don't hold it against you. I couldn't, as a professional. However, you are not a child. Strive to start behaving in a manner more becoming of your age. I expect you to take those sheets and wash them, return them before the end of the school day tomorrow.

P.S.- Might I suggest eating less Asparagus?"

>You can't help but chuckle at the last bit, though you still feel quite guilty and rather embarassed about the situation.
>After looking around the nurses office for a few minutes, and finding a plastic bag to stuff the soiled sheet into, you gather your things to leave.
"All things considered, not too bad of a first day. Beats my freshman year..."
>Just thinking about that makes you weak in the knees.
>Hoisting the duffel over your shoulder, you move for the door.
>Through the window, you think you see a flash of pink, but it's gone before you can even think on it.
>Kzzzt "Would Anonymous Surname please report to the Office. Anonymous Surname, please report to the office."
"Should have seen this coming..."
>Gathering what courage you have, after checking the hall of course, you make your way to the Office.
>Sitting behind an all-too-fancy oak desk, in a rather plain office chair that ruins the craftsmanship of it, is Vice Principal Luna.
>"Confound this paperwork. I AM NOT YOUR SECRETARY CELLY!" She shouted mere seconds before noticing you.
>It was a good thing you already evacuated your bladder, because Luna's yelling was more than enough to trigger such an event.
>"Oh, you're here. Principal Celestia is expecting you."
>At least she is straight to business and doesn't try to make any small talk.
>She knew better.
"Alright, t-thanks."
>Dear god your voice cracked.
>Eager to escape the discomfort, and be on your way home, you enter the principal's office.

>You are Celestia.
>On your desk are a handful of reports submitted today.
>Anonymous is at it again.
>Multiple witnesses saw him 'attack' Fluttershy in a deviant manner.
>Those accounts are invalidated however, as when you spoke to Fluttershy, she said it was a misunderstanding.
>A misunderstanding you just so happened to understand, thankfully, meaning there wouldn't be too much trouble.
>However, Miss Cheerilee also submitted a report, and with no other witnesses, you're afraid you have no choice.
>"...I AM NOT YOUR SECRETARY CELLY!"
>You stifle a small giggle, smirking.
>True, your sister is not a secretary, but Discord had an incident that required some medical leave on short notice.
"How on earth did he manage to swallow so much glass in the first place?"
>An incredibly soft few knocks call your attention to your door.
>"P-Principal Celestia, y-you wanted to see me?"
>Those cracks in his voice were adorable and heartbreaking.
"Ah yes, come in Anonymous."
>Though you tried to keep your voice calm, you couldn't hide a slight tone of sadness.
>You hated this part of the job.

>You are Anonymous again.
>Before you sits your Principal, who, despite her kind and serene presence, terrifies you.
>Especially the way she told you to come in.
"I think I know why I'm here. A-and I want to say it was all a big misunderstanding, I didn't mean t-"
>You're interrupted by Celestia clearing her throat and pointing to the chair in front of her desk.
>Fight or Flight senses kick in, and it takes every last ounce of willpower to not run away with your tail between your legs.
>You do as you're told and take a seat, eyes darting for every possible chance of escape.
>"The incident in the Cafeteria today, yes, I know. However, that isn't what I called you for."
>A slight sense of relief hits you, calming the on edge nerves you felt.
"O-oh? Then what..."
>No sooner do the words leave your lips, do you notice a flourished signature on one of the papers of Celestia's desk.
>An i dotted with a daisy.
>Miss Cheerilee's signature.
"Oh..."
>"Oh is right, Anonymous. I understand you have some bad luck and that you aren't the most elegant of people..."
>Oh man was that the understatement of the millenia.
>"...however, as this is the Third report I have recieved from Miss Cheerilee throughout your years here at Canterlot High School, I'm afraid I have to take action now."
>Flashes of the actions taken by the girls in your nightmare play like a silent horror film in your subconscious.
>"on the first day of school no less. I assume you know where I'm going with this?"
>You nod your head and look down at your feet in shame.
>It really wasn't your fault, nor was what was to happen Celestia's...
>But you still felt terrible about it.
"So...expulsion then?"
>The laugh that comes from Celestia is a tad surprising, making you jump in the chair a little.
>She clears her throat. "Heavens no. I couldn't in good conscience expel you. However, you will face a weeks suspension, and you are expected to write a 3 page letter of apology to Miss Cheerilee."
"Yes Ma'am...Is that all?"
>Celestia shakes her head, and she reaches for the phone. "Not quite, Anonymous. Is your mother working today? Or would she be at home?"
>Your knees audibly crack together as your entire body tenses.
"N-n-no, she's at home. I-is it really necessary for you to t-tell her?"
>Though she can see your unease and fear, Celestia starts dialing, a frown on her face.
>"You know I have to, Anonymous."
>You can feel your stomach do a flip.
>Writing an apology letter and a one week suspension is nothing. But your mother..
>You clench your fists against your knees and sit silently.
>"...Hello Miss Surname? Yes, this is Celestia from CHS. Quite well, thank you. No no, he was here today. I'm afraid this is a business call-"
>Sweat is forming on your brow as you imagine your mother's face on the other side of the line.
>What horrors will await you once you get home.
"I'm just..gonna go now."
>Celestia barely hears you, but nods and gestures to the door.
>You can catch a little more of the conversation as you leave.
>"...another incident with Miss Cheerilee. No, I don't believe it was intentional, but there still needs to be some action taken..."
>With your head down in shame, staring at your shoes, you make your way out of the school building, and start walking home.

>You are Fluttershy.
>And you've been following Anonymous around a little.
>Not that you're being invasive, that would be terrible!
>You're just trying to make sure he is alright, the poor thing.
>He really does have a string of bad luck.
>A light thumping against your back makes you reach around and softly pet your backpack.
"Shhh Angel Bunny, we'll be home soon, calm down." you whispered, leaning around the corner to watch.
>Anonymous is leaving the office now, and he looks vacant.
>More than that, it looks like he's...crying?
>But you told Principal Celestia that it was an understanding!
Oh dear, I know it wasn't his fault!
>An pang of sympathy towards Anonymous wracks your heart.
>You don't like seeing him in that pain..you know just as well as anyone what that can be like.
>Luckilly, you have your friends now...but you've been alone.
>As if sensing your thoughts, Angel Bunny thumps against your back again.
"Oh hush, I know I've had my little animal friends, but it's different..."
>You follow Anonymous, albeit staying behind so as not to be noticed by him.
>He exits the school and there's a rusty car, sputtering out thick puffs of smoke from the rear end.
>A woman is shouting something you can't really understand at Anonymous and pointing to the car.
>You watch as the older female slaps him and grabs a handful of his hair, forcing him into the backseat.
>Tears are filling your eyes now.
>One final glimpse of Anonymous before the car drives off.
>He looks so broken...so helpless.
>Your heart aches stronger than you've ever felt it before.
>With the speed of Rainbow Dash on the soccer field, you grab your phone and text your friends.
Girls something came up and I can't get milkshakes. Some other time, I'm so sorry.
>Something came up, hmm?
>There's someone hurting...and you can't just ignore that.

>You stare at the cracked stone of the basement, wincing and grunting with every heavy kick planted into your ribs.
>Pretty sure that a few are cracked, it's pretty hard to breathe.
>There is definitely some wheezing happening.
>"What have I told you about causing trouble for women, Anonymous?!"
>Mother is really not pulling any punches tonight. Or well, kicks.
"Y-yes Mother."
>You cry out in a groan of distress when you feel her heel digging into your side.
>"What did you say?"
"Ahh...y-yes Miss Surname, I'm sorry."
>Sweet reprieve, however brief it may be, as that heel is removed.
>"That's better. Sickly little piece of shit."
>Another flurry of kicks and stomping into your already sore, punished flesh barrages you
>Able to feel your consciousness slipping, you make another mistake today.
>Cracking a slight smile of relief.
>"Smiling?! Do you know what it's like being known as the mother of the degenerate boy who runs around molesting and peeping on half the town? Do you?!"
>A pressure like a sledgehammer slamming into your temple, forcing cranium to smack and press against the concrete.
>"I should have dropped you at the orphanage like I wanted. If it wasn't for your scum sperm-donor's parent's sending those support checks I would have gotten rid of you years ago."
>The emotional abuse was a good sign, you thought.
>It usually means she's about done with your punishment.
>Luckilly, you never knew your father.
>So that was a chord that when struck, produced nothing.
>Grandma and Grandpa however...you couldn't help the words that escaped your mouth.
"Y-yes Miss S-surname...i-it'd be a shame if you couldn't afford to drink yourself to sleep at n-night."
>"You cheeky little..." Mother lets out a menacing growl.
>The next sensation you feel is her grip around your throat.
>The crazy bitch is squeezing with such force, your esophagus feels like it will be crushed in no time.
>"The only reason I drink is because I was cursed with a living piece of shit like you."
>Her fingernails dig into your throat slightly before she pulls back, and slams your face into the concrete with a sickening wet thud.
>Unconsciousness finally greets you after Mother's punishment...and once more, your bladder erupts in physical proof of the fear within.

>You are Fluttershy
>And it didn't take too much coercing to get Daddy to use his contacts in the CCPD to find out where Anonymous lives.
>He's always had a soft spot for you, and once you gave him a good pout combined with a toned down stare...well..
>The hoodie you wore was pulled tight, hiding your face slightly.
>You were surprised to find that the area of town that Anonymous lived in was so...shoddy.
>He dressed nicely enough, and when he had to speak in class, aside from a little familiar shyness, he was well spoken.
>You didn't even know that Canterlot had an area like this. It was rather scary, really..
>Maybe you should turn around...it's not really your business after all...
"N-no...I can't just let that poor boy hurt..I need to at least check on him."
>You finally saw the rustbucket of a car that Anonymous was tossed into at school, and your heart skips a beat.
>Now or never Fluttershy. Mind your own business and go home, or follow your more powerful urge to help Anonymous.
>The decision is made with only a little internal deliberation.
>Walking up along the walkway to the house, you take a deep breath.
>The door looks menacing, unknown. The house itself was barely standing, at least it looked that way.
>knock...
>knock knock...
>You hear the clatter of glass and stomping footsteps approaching the door, before it's swung open.
>"Can I help you?"
>Anonymous' mother answered the door...and oh dear she reeks of alcohol.
"Y-yes, I'm l-looking for Anonymous? I-is he home?"
>His mother looks down at you with a bit of a glare, though she still looks nicer than she did at the school.
>"He's home, but he is under punishment. No guests."
"O-oh, I'm sorry. C-could you tell him Fluttershy stopped by?"
>Anonymous' Mother cocked an eyebrow and leaned closer, getting into your face.
>The smell of booze grew even more intense.
>Letting out a squeak, you hide behind your hair a little, gaze averting and catching that some of Miss Surname's knuckles are skinned.
>"Fluttershy huh. You're the girl he attacked in the cafteria. Don't you worry, he'll learn his lesson."
>It seems she is misunderstanding the situation.
"That wasn't...n-no, that's not why I'm here Ma'am."
>"Then why?"
>You really, really don't want to say you're here to check up on him after seeing the way he was treated. But lying or coming up with an excuse, which you neglected to think of on the way, was out of the question.
"I u-umm, w-well you see..."
>Wait, you do have an excuse! And you have been wanting a little more help at the shelter lately..
"Y-you see, I volunteer at the Canterlot Animal Shelter, a-and I thought, since he was suspended, Anonymous could help out..as a form of community service.."
>His Mother closes her eyes for a few moments.
>"No, I don't think so. I need to keep that ba...bad.." the next word comes caked with a venom and hostility you normally only sense from a predator. "...son of mine under close supervision. He'll be staying here."
"O-oh..w-well if you change your mind."
>"I won't. Good night Slutterfly."
>...what did she call you?
>You brush it off as the alcohol and turn around, hearing the door close behind you.
>As you start walking away, a sound catches your attention, coming from an open window along the side base of the house.
>It's a basement window, cracked only slightly.
>Against your better judgement to leave, you make sure to not be seen and creep closer.
>Tears fill your eyes instantly, and you clasp your hands over your mouth to silence yourself.
>The sight makes your stomach turn.
>Anonymous is beaten, wounded and trapped in the basement. A pool of blood around his head, oozing from his nose.
>But that's not even the worst part.
>You watch as a light comes on, and fight the urge to look away when you see a glass bottle zip in and smash against his temple.
>Anonymous' mother soon comes into view, leaning down and screaming at him, while he tries to scurry away.
>Your heartstrings can't take this. He's more like a wounded animal than you could have ever imagined.
>You want to run. To get help. But you're glued in place.
>"Trying to get away from me?! Having your slutty friends try to come and give you a reason to escape huh?" his mother's fury echoes through the basement and out the window.
>"W-what..what are you-" Anonymous is interrupted by a slap to the mouth.
>"Don't play stupid you little bastard."
>You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone, open the camera, and hold it towards the window...

>You are Anonymous
>Mother is furious, and you don't know why.
>Slutty friends? You can't even talk to your Principal without feeling like you're going to piss yourself.
>You have no idea what's going on, though the concussion might be part of the reason.
"Mom, I-"
>Mother grabs a handful of your hair and drags you to the wall, propping you up.
>Her next action makes you vomit.
>Her foot connects with your groin with the force of an MMA fighter.
>"Don't call me that you worm. And the next time you try and have someone come get you, I'll make sure there's nothing left here for me to kick."
>Tears flow freely down your cheeks, while you desperately try to curl over and gasp for breath.
>"Clean this puke up and then get upstairs and make me dinner, I'm hungry."
>Your mother turns to leave, after spitting on you and grabbing a bottle of wine from a nearby rack.
>All you can do is sob silently and utter one small phrase.
"I wish you'd just kill me already."
>Gagging from the pain, you do as commanded.

>You are Fluttershy, and your hoodie is stained with tears.
>The grip on your phone is ironclad, and you tap the 'stop' button on the camera.
>As quietly as possible, you get away from the house and start tapping frantically on your phone.
>It's heartbreaking..but it only solidifies your will.
>You will save Anonymous, help him.
>God have mercy on anyone who tries to stop you.

>There's something you've always found calming about the pitter patter of rain.
>Lightning strikes and illuminates the basement, and for a moment you can see the stains of years past.
>Concrete that looks rusted, forever a testament to the blood that has been spilled there.
>Mother passed out before dinner was done, and knowing better, you let her stay that way.
>The idea to pack a bag and run while she's asleep upstairs crosses your mind more than once.
>But even though she treats you worse than shit, completely expendable...
>..you can't bring yourself to leave.
>Clinging to a hope that maybe one day she'll come back to her senses, and be the mom she was when you were younger.
>You rest your back against the cool stone wall, knees tightly held to your chest, and try to get some rest while you can.
>Knowing full well that your hell begins anew when Mother awakes.

>Elsewhere...
>You are Fluttershy
>And right now, the ear-shattering thunder and nightmare fuel lightning don't exist.
>Rain is lost in your tears.
>Running. Running faster than you ever believed possible.
>A call to daddy, frantically sobbing and weeping for some help.
>"Calm down Shy, I can't understand you, deep breaths sweetie."
"D-Daddy, I can't! He was...h-he needs...Oh god, p-please, there has to be something we can do!"
>"This Anonymous kid? What happened shy?"
>With a flurry of emotions, you recount the events.
>The yelling. The emotional abuse. The physical abuse. All the blood. And Anonymous' silent plea to be killed.
>"...Shy, are you absolutely sure of all that?"
"I recorded it all!"
>After running for so long, your legs finally give way at a corner.
>"Where are you?"
>After a look at the street signs, you relay the location.
>Daddy says he's going to bring help, and to wait there.
>You can only hope he hurries.
>There's a terrible feeling growing in your stomache.
>And the ominous weather doesn't bode well.

>You are Anonymous
>Dreaming of better days.
>Days that you can't even recall being a reality when you are awake.
>The sun is shining as you play in the backyard with two towering adults.
>Everything is hazy, like watching a grainy film in sepia tone.
>Vibrant colors here and there, the strongest of subconscious memories.
>Mother wearing a beautiful blue sun dress. The house painted apple red.
>Much better than the shit brown it looks like these days.
>"Look at our little man, John...he's going to be so handsome when he grows up."
>Her voice is so soft and sweet, sounding like an angel.
>You don't fear her in this dream.
>A rough, masculine voice follows mother's.
>"Of course he is, Jane. Just look at his parents."
>Laughter. Genuine, heartfelt laughter.
>You wish you could make out John's face.
>Even if it's just a dream...
>The longing to remember your father hits stronger than it ever has.
>Sunshine gives way to grey skies.
>You're no longer outside. You're alone in a room, screaming and crying.
>Jane is also screaming in another room.
>"....can't believe you, you asshole!"
>More yelling. Mother is crying. Why is she crying.
>No words escape your mouth, you can't take control of this dream.
>Deafening thunder cracks, and light floods your vision.
>"...237-A. Get the paramedics in here."
>You don't recognize that voice.
>"-nonymous? Can you hear me? Everything's going to be okay. You're safe now. She can't hurt you anymore."
>That's not John...it's not mother.
>"-cer that's a lot of blood. We need to get him on the stretcher right away."
>You're being lifted, restrained...but it's not malicious.
>It's safe.
>Tilting your head to the side, you see the raging face of Jane, your mother.
>Being forced against the ground and cuffed.
>Her eyes lock with yours, and she releases a banshee howl.
>"You'll never get away from me Anonymous! You can't survive without me, you piece of shit!"
>A female officer pushes Jane's head into the floor and silences her, reading her rights.
>You struggle against the stretcher, but you too are held in place.
>That's when you cry out in pain. You can finally feel all the wounds that have been inflicted.
>Definitely some broken ribs, and your shoulder is out of the socket.
>You can't help it, and pass out.

>You are Fluttershy.
>So man police cars are parked outside Anonymous' house. There's also an ambulance.
>There was a lot of loud screaming coming from inside.
>Loud enough that even from you and Daddy's spot down the street it made you shake.
>You winced when you heard Anonymous scream, and grabbed your Dad's arm.
>"Don't worry Shy...he's going to be alright. See? They are loading him into the ambulance now."
>No, you couldn't see. Everything was a blur through the tears.
"D-Daddy, can we go to the hospital?"
>With visible regret, your father shakes his head.
>"I know you're worried Shy, but you've been through quite a bit tonight, and you have school tomorrow."
>You grip onto your skirt, whimpering out a meek nod.
>He's right.
"After school?"
>With a nod, he starts up the engine and you begin to drive away.
>You manage to catch a glimpse into the back of the ambulance.
>Anonymous looks so broken and sad...so scared.
>Bringing a hand to the window, you press your palm against it and blink away some tears, whispering.
"Anonymous..."

>The next day
>Canterlot High School is buzzing with news about Jane Surname's arrest and Anonymous' hospitalization.
>To your chagrin, there is little in the way of sympathy for Anonymous.
>"It's about time that perv got what was coming to him."
>"Yeah, I say we should commemorate his mom, give her the key to the city!"
>It makes you want to cry all over.
>Those stupid girls have no idea what they are talking about. You want nothing more than to walk over to them and...
>No, Fluttershy, you're not that type of person.
>You do your best to ignore all the negativity around you.
>It's not that hard to do, considering your thoughts keep drifting back to seeing Anonymous in the back of that ambulance last night.
>That image plagued what sleep you managed to get. A tear stained pillow is not fun to wake up on.
>Only the Teachers seem to show any kind of sympathy. You can hear a few tidbits from the faculty lounge when you pass it on your way to lunch.
>"That poor boy. Even he didn't deserve that.."
>Okay, so it wasn't completely right that they still thought him to be some kind of deviant.
>But it was a start at least, right?
>You sit at the table with the rest of your friends, bringing out your salad and some mixed fruit.
>"So, girls, shall we address the metaphorical Elephant in the room?" Rarity, of course, is the first to speak.
>"Oooooh! There's an Elephant?! How did they get it into the Cafeteria? Can we ride it? I want to feed it some peanuts and take it for a ri-mmf!" Pinkie is interrupted by Dash covering her mouth.
>"Pinks, it was a figure of speech. She's talking about Anonymous."
>The energetic girl's eyes widen and she nods, seeming to grasp the situation.
>But of course when Dash removes her hand, Pinkie mutters - "An Elephant would be better..."
>"Do we really have to talk about him? Just thinking about him takes away my appetite."
"Umm..girls..?"
>Ignored, as per the usual.
>"Perhaps now he'll have learned his lesson. Though of course, I think his mother went a tad overboard."
>A tad? Understatement of the year, Rarity.
"Girls?"
>AJ shrugs pointing her spork with a spear of broccoli towards Rarity. "If ya ask me, it wasn't enough. I don't pretend to know all the juicy bits, but he attacked our friend. I say good riddance."
>You can feel the heat of anger filling your body. And that is definitely not a common occurence.
>"Applejack, maybe you shouldn't talk about that right now. Fluttershy is starting to blush, maybe it's too soon?" Sunset chimes in.
"No! You've all got it all wrong!"
>Finally the girls all look towards you, a little surprised at your outburst.
>Not that you were too terribly loud really.
>"Fluttershy, it's alright. We've all had our encounters with that brute. But you are far more sensi-"
"You're wrong! Anonymous doesn't deserve any of what everyone is saying about him!"
>Dash, usually on your side, rolls her eyes with a scoff. "Shy, you don't have to act tough."
>You really can't take this anymore.
"I'm not acting tough! Poor Anonymous, his mom...she..."
>Tears are starting to well up again, and your friends look apologetic...but its sympathy for you being upset, not for Anonymous.
>You pull out your cellphone and bring up the video from the previous night, setting it on the table.
>Everyone falls silent, watching with eyes widening
>After the video ends, you break the uncomfortable silence.
"I watched...I c-couldn't help him. I couldn't do anything but call my Dad."
>More silence. The look of guilt on your friends' faces mirrors your own guilt at being little more than a bystander.
"He's more than everyone thinks he is...I know it. When I saw him in that ambulance I...I..."
>Your voice breaks and a hiccup of sadness escapes your mouth.
"...I'm sorry for ruining your lunch."
>Standing, you leave the tupperware containing your salad.
>The girls' voices are deafened to you.
>Daddy will understand if you skip the afternoon...
>As you leave the school, you're surprised to find him waiting at the car with a half-smile.
>"You lasted longer than I thought you would. Come on, lets go."

>You are Applejack, and you can't believe everything you just saw.
>Nobody at the table can, and everyone has the same guilty look.
>Pinkie Pie's hair isn't as poofed as normal.
>Rarity is trying her best not to cry...she wouldn't want her mascara to run.
>Dash is clenching her fist on the tabletop and muttering. "Stupid stupid stupid." over and over.
>Sunset looks the worst of all though. She knew better than anyone at the table what Anonymous must be going through.
"Girls...I think we made a huge mistake."
>Unanimous nods of agreement.
>"It's not like any of us coulda known, right? I mean, he's been a wierdo since middle school."
"That's another thing. Do any of ya remember Anonymous before middle school?"
>Pinkie Pie is the first to respond. "Yeah, we used to play on the monkey bars at recess."
>Dash looks up a little. "I think I was on a little league team with him, now that you mention it."
>Rarity shakes her head, but she moved to Canterlot right before freshman year.
>A similar situation with Sunset...well, not quite similar, what with the whole Equestria thing..
"And I used to play with him at the farmer's market when I was little."
>One by one, a light starts dawning on each of you at the table. Rarity and Sunset aside, though they seem to catch on to the general mood rather quickly.
>You all remember that at one point you could call Anonymous a friend, but somewhere down the line, something changed.
"We've got some thinking to do. And not just for Fluttershy's sake."
>Everyone nods again as the bell rings.
"Come to the farm after school. We got alot to talk about."

>You are Anonymous
>Hospitals suck.
>Last night is a blur, but you think that has something to do with the morphine flowing through your veins.
>Pro- Your everything doesn't hurt quite as much anymore.
>Con- you can barely move in this bed.
>There are bits and pieces you can remember. That dream for one.
>How your mother shrieked for another.
>And for some reason, you swear you saw something pink again when you were loaded into the ambulance.
>"Ah, Anonymous, you're awake."
>That voice isn't familiar. And even worse...
>it belongs to a woman.
>The EKG sensor starts going crazy, and you start shaking in the bed.
>"Anonymous, please calm down. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm Chryssy, your doctor."
>The rapid beeping slows slightly, and your eyes clench shut. It'll make it a bit easier at least. But you're still shaking.
"A-alright."
>"Good. Now, we've got some important things to discuss...are you experiencing a headache?"
"N-no, it's just..."
>"Are my tits popping out again?"
>From the tone of her voice, you're pretty sure she's smirking and trying to ease the tension with a joke.
>If anything now you're more tense.
"No, I just...don't worry about it."
>The sound of paper being flipped about catches your ears before a soft "Ahh, I see. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but there aren't any male Doctors on shift right now. At least, none that aren't already occupied. You'll have to make due with me.
"Nng...alright."
>"Can you tell me what you remember about last night, Anonymous?"
"N-not much. I remember hearing a loud bang and waking up to my mo-..Miss Surname yelling. Everything else is pretty fuzzy."
>"Mmm..yeah I'm not surprised." She's scribbling something down while speaking.
>You're tempted to ask about Mother, where she is..but you're not that doped up. You know exactly where she is.
>"We took the liberty of running some tests while you were unconscious. X-rays, blood tests and the like. You have been through a lot haven't you."
>She clearly wasn't asking, but that didn't stop the slightest of nods coming from you.
>"4 fractured ribs on the left, 3 more on the right... Multiple lacerations to your cranium, a dislocated shoulder..and the x-rays showed that you've had several breaks on your legs that never healed properly."
>You whimper out of instinct and start rambling on.
"I fell down the stairs while I was doing my chores thats all. I'm really cl-"
>"Anonymous, that's enough. You don't need to protect her. We already know."
>You can feel the wetness building in your eyes. Part of you wants this to be real. Another part, hammered into you, wants to correct her...but you remain silent.
>More scribbling before she speaks again. "We weren't able to contact your grandparents, and your files say you have no other relatives..."
>Your breath hitches when a weight joins you on the bed.
>Eyes open slightly to see the dark-skinned Doctor sitting at the foot of the bed.
>She turns and you wince, making the smile she was trying to calm you with fade to a frown.
>"...as I was about to say. We've already found someone who is downstairs filing guardianship papers. You'll be leaving, since your injuries are mostly minor."
>Your breath catches again.
"I-is it a-"
>She cuts you off with another smile. "No, he's a big strong man. More like a teddy bear really, but he does have-"

>You are Fluttershy
>Waiting in your father's car with your knees clutched to your chest, sobbing happily.
>Daddy was the best. He saw how much this was affecting you.
>Luckilly, he was a licensed Foster parent, and when the two of you entered and overheard that woman talking about who to release Anonymous to..
>Your dad just told you to wait in the car, gave your shoulder a squeeze, then made his way to the officers and the doctor.
>It'll be wierd having a boy other than Daddy in the house, but it wouldn't be the first time.
"Please God...let us help Anonymous...he deserves some good."
>A silent prayer, before all the emotions hit you, overwhelmingly so.
>Now you rest.

>You are Anonymous.
>And you are being wheeled through the hall by a bear of a man.
>Chryssy wasn't kidding. This dude looks like he solely eats protein powder.
"Mister uh..."
>A hearty chuckle before the big guy (for you) responds.
>"Just call me Ted."
>You've gotta be kidding me.
"Is that short f-"
>"Yes. But Ted is fine."
>It takes a lot of willpower to suppress your own laughter..for fear of your life, and because it would really kill.
>Broken ribs and laughter don't really mix.
"Alright, Ted. You know, I really appreciate this but you don't have to go through all this trouble. The state could take me in for a year, or I could just get emancipated."
>The wheelchair suddenly stops and you feel a big, strong hand on your shoulder.
>"It's no trouble. Besides, Shy would never forgive me if I didn't help you out."
"Shy? As in..f-fluttershy?"
>"Yup. My little angel."
>...did he just squeeze your shoulder?
>Pretty sure he did. Luckilly it wasn't the newly re-socketed one. It still hurt.
"G-great..."
>"Heh. You don't sound too enthused. Don't worry, I know you didn't mean to do anything bad. Especially after hearing about those breaks that didn't heal. I'm surprised you didn't tell anyone...Oh...sorry."
"Don't mention it..."
>The doors open and you hear the doctor call out. The loudness of her words makes you flinch and grip the chair. "Take care Anonymous! Stay out of trouble and visit me again soon, but not too soon!"
>There is something wrong with that doctor. But you respond by raising your right hand with a thumbs up.
>Ted pushes you out to the car and helps you into the back.
>You can barely see Fluttershy in the front seat, all huddled up, just a mess of pink hair showing..
>...No, that's just silly.
>Visibly tense, you buckle up.
>"Don't you worry 'Non. We're going to take good care of you, I promise."
"Yeah...thanks Ted."
>The door closes, and Ted starts up the car.
>Morphine hasn't quite wore off yet, and just supporting yourself is tiring.
>Your last thought before drifting off to sleep for the ride is-
Good job me...made it through a day without pissing yourself...

>Meanwhile in the front seat.
>You are Fluttershy, and you woke up when you heard Anonymous' voice
>Can't let him know of course!
>It has nothing to do with how you are suddenly really nervous.
>Daddy can tell though. He saw you peek.
>And now he has a big grin on his face while he drives.
>That just makes you blush even more.
>You whisper to yourself and smile
"Everything is going to be fine now Anonymous...I promise."

>You are Jane.
>The cell you're in is still more comfortable than the basement.
>Which is precisely why you never sent that miserable prick of a son to Juvie.
>Anonymous, that ingrate!
"Ugh! After I fed and kept him clothed, how could he turn me in!"
>Your head is pounding from that cunt slamming your head into the ground.
>Right about now, you really want a drink...and to take out some frustration on Anonymous.
>A clank on the bars catches your attention.
>"Surname, get up, you've got a visitor."
>It sure took Anonymous long enough to come groveling.
>With a smug smirk, you get to your feet and move to the bars.
>Looking down along the path, you're surprised to see that it's not Anonymous who is visiting.
>Instead, it's even better.
>Your visitor comes close and reaches through the bars, embracing you and kissing your forehead.
>"I'm so sorry Jane, I didn't know this would happen!"
>Your reply comes softly and sweetly as you return the hug with a serene smile.
"Oh hush. This isn't your fault at all, Cheeri."



The following takes place during the hospital/jail/car scene.

>Meanwhile, at Sweet Apple Acres.
>Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Sunset Shimmer, and yourself (Applejack) are sitting on some hay bales and discussing what to do about Anonymous and Fluttershy.
>"Oooh, I know, we can-"
>Everyone interrupts Pinkie with a resounding - "No Parties, Pinkie."
>This of course, makes her visibly deflate.
>"...I was gonna say let him cop a feel."
>"Pinkie!"
>The pink haired girl falls backwards laughing uncontrollably."Pffffthahaha I was just kidding!" she adds under her breath "..maybe."
"Alright girls, thats about enougha that. We're supposed to be thinkin of a way to apologize to both Shy and Anonymous."
>"I don't really get why we have to apologize to Anonymous..."
"Because, Dash, we chased him all around the got dang school over nothin and helped get him inta this mess."
>Rainbow grumbles but secedes the point to you.
>Sunset looks over to you with a half shrug. "Can't we just apologize? I mean, FlutterShy will understand right?"
"That'll work fer Shy, yeah. But what about Anonymous?"
>"What -about- him? If our apology isn't good enough for him, good riddance."
>You're half tempted to slap Rarity upside the head.
"Missin the point, sugarcube. Now we all know how Shy gets."
>The group all nod in sync, and you hold up a finger.
"I wasn't done. We all know how Shy gets...when its a critter. Do any of you ever remember her bein so concerned about a boy?"
>Realization hits for most of the girls. Pinkie lulls behind a bit.
"Exactly. So, like it or not, we all gotta pull together and t-"
>"OhhhhhmygoshFluttershylikesAnonymous!"
>Palms meet foreheads with a resounding and cumulative slap.
>"Hehehehe, sorry sorry, go on Applejack!" Pinkie says, miming zipping her mouth shut.
>Sighing, you kick off the bale you were seated at and step to the middle of the barn.
"So here's what I'm thinkin. The five of us are gonna apologize to Shy first, then we're gonna have ourselves a picnic and invite Anonymous once he gets out of the hospital."
>In theory, the plan sounds good. Even though some of your friends grimace a little.
>Yes, Rarity.
>"Do we really have to go that far?"
"Yes, Rare. I reckon we do. We've been downright mean to that boy. And if Shy's got her heart set on him..."
>"Ugh, can you stop all the lovey dovey stuff? You're making me queasy"
"Oh hush Dash. We were there for you when you had that crush on So-"
>"Alright alright, I get it, don't bring that up again!" Dash interjects with growing crimson on her cheeks.
>You all share a little laugh and agree to surprise Fluttershy later that night with a group apology and a lot of sugar, at Pinkie's behest.




>You are Anonymous.
>And once more, you are dreaming.
>Stuck in your room, locked from the outside.
>Mother started locking you in there a few weeks ago.
>She does it for a few hours every day, since Dad is always away at work.
>Loud music fills the house, but you can still tell there's company over.
>Wierd noises come from Mother's room, it sounds like she's in pain, but there's always some laughter too.
>You'll never understand adults.
>As you sit there, drawing a picture to give your dad, you hear a loud crash from the front door.
>The music cuts off, and you can hear yelling.
>"What the fuck are you doing Jane?! In -our- house?! In -Our- bed?! With that...that..."
>"That what? Go ahead, say it John!"
"Mom? Dad?" you call out, to no avail.
>"That retrodyke! How long has this been going on, Jane?!"
>Dad sounds furious and you're starting to get scared. You've never heard them yell like this before.
>A third voice chimes in. "Why don't you just go away, John? Jane and I are in love. I've been coming here all month, every day!"
>Confusion fills your head. You think the voice sounds familiar, but you can't place it.
>"...where is Anonymous?"
"Dad! I'm in my room!"
>Someone steps in front of your door. You can hear the sound of a body against it, and see the shadows under it.
>"John, leave. You're not taking him."
>"Jane, tell your rug munching friend to get out of the way. If I'm leaving, my son is coming with me."
>Mother screams and you hear the loud smack of flesh on flesh. "Don't you talk about her like that."
>"I'm only going to say it one more time, and then things are going to get violent. Let. me. get. my. son."
>Click.
>"Come one step closer and I'll do it, John. Just leave. Jane will send your things."
>Quick footsteps and the other female voice screams, followed by a loud slap and thud outside your door, as well as the clatter of metal.
>Your doorknob is turning, but by now you're scared, crying and confused as ever.
>"How dare you hit her you stupid dick!" your mother shouts out.
>"Jane...put the gun down."
>"Leave, now! Get out of her John, I never want to see your face again!"
>"Jane, come on...we can talk this o-AHH!" A deafening bang and the smell of gunpowder makes its way to your nostrils.
>"Jesus christ Jane, you shot me!"
>"I told you to get out...and you didn't listen. I'm tired of it. I'm sick of you. I'm sick of being the good wife. I deserve better than you! I should have done this a long time ago."
>"J-Jane, wait. Alright, I'll le-Ahghh!" Another bang.
>Your eyes are wide and lifeless at this point. Your conscious having retreated with the first shot.
>"You should have left when you had the chance."
>"D-do it, Jane...kill that prick, and we can finally be together."
>"For you, love, I will."
>Click
>Bang
>Thud
>Your floor has become damp with your urine. And all you can do is mutter and look on, without really seeing when your mother steps into your room.
>Dad is dead on the floor behind her.
>The other woman is out of view, but you can hear her in the bathroom sobbing.
>Mother points the gun at you.
>Click
>Click
>Click
>"Dammit babe, only 3 bullets?!" Your mother calls out
>"He's just a kid Jane..."
>"Fucking hell. Alright..." Mother leans down and pinches your chin between her fingers, forcing your glazed eyes to look into hers. "I'm going to make sure you never raise a hand or question a woman in your life."
>Cold metal hits your temple, and darkness greets you.
>You're woken up by Ted's car pulling into the drive and stopping.
>A cold sweat covering your shaking body.
>The dream is already out of your memory, you can't grasp at anything.
>Traumas get blocked out all the time. But something stays.
>You look around the car, and find the curious eyes of Fluttershy on you.
>She's frowning, and looks down at your legs.
>You follow her gaze and start sobbing.
"S-sorry Ted...I'll clean this up."
>"Don't worry about it Anonymous...you've been through a lot. Lets get you inside, I'll cl-"
>Fluttershy interrupts her dad. "I'll clean it up." She speaks silently.
>You know that she can tell that it'll be easier for you if there's space.
>Silently thanking her, you unbuckle and struggle to get out, Ted offering a helping hand and guiding you inside.
>He leads you to the upstairs bathroom and brings a change of clothes and a fresh towel. "Clean yourself up, I'll get the guest room ready. We'll go and pick up your clothes from your house tomorrow, alright?"
"Yeah...sure. Thank you."
>You walk over and step into the shower, turning the water on full blast, nearly scalding, and cry as your shame is rinsed away.
"I'm sorry Mother...I'm so sorry...I'll be good."

>It's mind-boggling how good it feels to lay on an actual bed again.
>Cots and hospital beds are better than the ground, sure. But they have a firmness that shows how temporary they are.
>This is far different, welcoming and soft like a warm embrace.
>Ted's clothes are far too big on you, but that's hardly a problem.
>"Settling in nicely, I see."
"Heh, yeah I guess. Thanks again, Ted."
>"Don't thank me, Anonymous. Any sensible person would want to help you out."
"I suppose. I hope it's not too much of a trouble though."
>"Oh it won't be. Once you're all healed up, I plan on making use of you."
>If it wasn't for the sincerity and safety of Ted's tone, you'd be a little scared.
"Whatever I can do, Ted."
>"Attaboy." He grins. It's incredibly safe, and that radiates from every inch of this house. "I'm going to get dinner started. If you need anything, you just let Shy know. You should come say hi, by the way."
>A squeak at the doorway catches your attention, and with a slight glance, you see Fluttershy standing outside the doorway to the guest room.
>Fists clench instinctively and you quickly avert your eyes. Something that both Ted and Fluttershy catch.
>Fluttershy frowns and starts to back away, but Ted gently flicks your forehead.
>"Anonymous, look. I get that you have some issues, but we're here to help. Shy couldn't hurt a fly, and if there's anyone who you should trust with your life, it's my Angel."
"Yessir."
>Your tone is a little flat, but there is an underlying hint of 'I'll do my best.'
>"I know it'll take some time, but you just hang in there. Take it as slowly as you need."
>Ted grins and pats you on the shoulder, leaving the guest room, ruffling Shy's hair on the way out.
>You look away from the door and towards the window, able to see the reflection of the doorway, and the pink strands that appear when Shy looks back in.
>The feeling that she isn't just going to go away is as obvious as that impossible to hide color.
"I'm sorry about the other d-"
>You're interrupted by another squeak of surprise. Fluttershy was as jumpy as you were.
>"I-It's no problem! I know you weren't trying to do anything l-like that."
>It's funny, the way she speaks reminds you of the kind, heavenly tone that Mother used to use.
>Funny, and a little scary. How long until her words become full of hate?
"Still..I should have tried to just fall on my face or something."
>"Oh my, no! Then you would have hurt yourself! Really, it's nothing to feel sorry for, b-besides it's not like.." her words trail off and a bit of color comes to her cheeks.
>She's a bit of an odd one. But you've got no place to talk.
>After several seconds of awkward silence she speaks again. "Anonymous?"
"Y-yeah?"
>"I'm..u-umm..r-really glad that you're here..." she quickly shakes her head. "N-not that I'm glad about the situation! J-just that we can help you."
>Something about the way she talks is soothing, but it almost sounds like she has a deeper understanding of the events that led to this, even more than you.
"Well, uh, I appreciate it."
>This is really getting awkward. Your grip on the sheets has softened a bit though.
>For a moment, Shy smiles and the window shows her squirming, as if trying to decide to cross the precipice into the room.
>And then a melodic tone sounds through the house, stopping the girl in her tracks.
>"Shy, can you get the door?" Ted's voice comes from the kitchen.
>"Uhh..." she looks at you. Or, well, at the mirror, locking eyes with your reflection.
>Even indirectly, it's a bit nervewracking, but you're starting to feel at ease with Fluttershy.
>There's just something about her that's so...genuine.
>"Sorry Anonymous...m-maybe we can talk later?"
>You find yourself nodding before you can even think or hesitate.
"Sure I guess. I'm just going to try and sleep some more, my head still kind of hurts."
>She frowns, clearly now she's more concerned with you. But the doorbell ringing again knocks that away. "Okay, sleep well Anonymous." She smiled and went downstairs.
>Left alone once again, you relax back into the bed, looking around the room.
>Not too much in here really. There's a large mirror, wardrobe, and some pictures here and there.
>Most are of Fluttershy, some with her Dad.
>It fills you with a sense of longing. There were no pictures of you at home.
>When you realize you were staring, you look back out of the window, watching the clouds.
>Maybe it's alright for you to let your guard down a little...

>You are Fluttershy
>At the top of the stairs, you kneel down to Angel Bunny.
"Angel, keep an eye on Anonymous okay? And please play nice."
>That is a really smart bunny. Tapping his foot and giving a twitch of that cute little nose, he hops back to the guest room.
>You hum softly to yourself and make your way to the front door.
>A twist of the handle and it's pushed open.
>Oh goodness you're blind now! All you can see is pink!
>"Fluttershy! We're sorry for being so mean about Anonymous and making you feel bad we didn't want you to feel bad! But we get it now we all know that you l-"
>"Pinkie Pie, you're suffocating her!"
>"-ike Anonymous and- what? Oopsies! Hehehehe!"
>Pinkie releases you, giving you time to gasp.
"I-it's alright...w-what? Me, like A-Anonymous? I umm.."
>The heat is rushing to your face, oh gosh.
>"It's alright sugarcube. Aint gotta explain anything to us." Applejack smiles and steps forward, giving you a hug.
>Behind her, everyone else is there. Varying levels of smiles on their faces.
>"Shy? Who was at the- Oh, Hello girls!"
>"Hiya Teddy!" Pinkie Pie shoots towards your father in an unceremonious glomp.
>Daddy catches her and tickles her a little. "Hey there Pink girl."
>"Oh come on, you know my name!"
>"And you know I don't like being called Teddy."
>"But it fits! Ooh, you're cooking! Let me help, you didn't start dessert yet did you? I have a new recipe for these delicious vanilla chocolate chip double fudge peanut butter frosted cupc-" she trails off, dragging Ted into the kitchen.
>He mouths out 'Help me' playfully, and chuckles, starting a conversation with Pinkie Pie.
>"Sorry fer comin so close to Dinner, but we all really wanted to apologize to you."
"It's no problem Applejack. Besides, I wanted to apologize for running earlier..."
>"Darling, not another word. You were completely within reason. Truly you were." Rarity says with a smile.
>"Yeah, it's no biggie." Dashie with a shrug and a smirk.
>"Where did you go anyway?" Sunset asks.
"O-oh, well, Daddy knew how worried I was and he was waiting outside to take me to the hospital..."
>You begin recounting the events of the day for your friends.

>Meanwhile in Anonymous' room.
>Angel hops in and gets up on the bed.
>"Oh shi-, huh? A bunny?"
>The white puff of fur cocks his head at Anonymous, then moves up, hopping onto his chest lightly.
>Anonymous squints in a bit of pain, but luckilly the bunny is light.
>"Friendly little guy aren't you?" He says, bringing a hand up to scratch at Angel's ears.
>Angel makes a soft little purring, snuggling up into the affections.
>One of the pictures of Fluttershy has a newborn bunny cradled in her arms, the frame has some words "Fluttershy and Angel, adoption day."
>"Angel hmm? I guess it fits." Anonymous says with a yawn, continuing to pet the bunny, who lightly thumps with a back leg against the boy's chest.


>Back downstairs
>The girls have all migrated to the living room, and each of them is staring at you.
>"...he's living HERE?" Dash stares you in the eye
"Y-yeah, he's upstairs right now."
>"Can't say I'm surprised really, ya never could turn away a helpless animal." Applejack says with a smug smile.
"He's not an animal!"
>That came off a bit more defensively than you intended, illiciting a squeaking 'sorry' afterwords.
>"Ya know what I meant, sugarcube. Didn't mean anything bad by it."
>"Is it really the best idea to have him in your home though darling?"
"I think so...It's better than any of the other options, from what Daddy told me."
>After a few moments of silence, Sunset speaks up, smiling over towards you.
>"Well, I trust you Fluttershy. And if you trust him enough to live in the same house, he can't be all that bad."
"He's not bad at all, he's just..."
>You sigh and look down at your knees.
>The feeling of a hand on your shoulder causes you to look up.
>"We know, Shy." Dash smiles.
>It makes you feel better to look around and see all your friends taking your side and trusting your judgement.
>Come on now, Fluttershy, don't cry. You've shed enough tears recently.
"Thanks girls."
>"Nothin doin. No need to thank us. So how long until he's out and about?"
"Umm, Daddy said it'd be a few weeks."
>"Hmm. Well, the picnic'll have to wait."
>Picnic? What?
"Umm..picnic?"
>"The girls and I felt bad, so we all had a lil meetin and decided to make it up to Anonymous by having a picnic with all of us."
>You want to say that might not be the best of idea.
>But a little positivity, and something to work towards, look forward to, is just too good to shoot down.
"I think that will be fun, b-but lets wait for Anonymous to be okay."
>"Of course. We've still got much to plan, after all."
>Ted and Pinkie emerge from the kitchen, the latter covered nearly head to toe in flower.
>"Dinner will be ready soon, Shy."
"Alright Daddy."
>"Dessert is going to be soooooo good." Pinkie nearly drools, the sugar-infused look of wonder in her eyes giving them a twinkle that looks like they could be the leading cause of diabetes.
>"Well, too bad we can't stay. We'll get outta your hair shy. See you at school?"
"Mhm. Thanks for coming girls, I really do appreciate it."
>Hugs all around, and you lead them out, waving goodbye as they pile into AJ's truck.
>"Awwwww but I wanted to stay for cupcakes!"
>Pinkie will always be Pinkie.
>"Shy, come and set the table please!"
"Coming, Daddy!"

>You are Anonymous
>Relaxing in a bed, you could get used to this.
>The little puffball on your chest seems to enjoy it as well.
>Or he's just really enjoying the attention and petting.
>You stop for a moment, just to see what will happen, and the bunny looks at you.
>Wierd, that looks almost like an annoyed 'who said you could stop' glance.
>Chuckling softly, you resume scratching and showering the pet bunny with with affection.
>You've never had a pet, and are surprised at how refreshing just doting on a critter can be.
>The smell of cooking vegetables and baked goods has wafted to the guest room.
>It smells so good!
>When was the last time you actually had a homecooked meal? It seems like ages ago...

>It was a good day for Mother.
>She only hit you a few times, and even her yelling was absent that day.
>Of course, that's because Grandma and Grandpa were coming to visit.
>Grandma brought her blueberry cobbler, and Grandpa made everyone burgers.
>He used to be a chef in his younger years, and it was evident in his cooking.
>If you try hard enough, you can still taste the roasted garlic infused meat on your tongue.
>You think about trying to get hold of them to get those recipes...Mother might like them when she gets out.
>Thoughts centering back on Mother, you shudder and remember the last words she screamed.
>"..you can't survive without me, you piece of shit!"
>She was right, wasn't she..
>You're free of her, but you still think of how to keep her happy when she inevitably returns.
>Knowing she won't have changed, and if she does, it'll just be an act
>And then things will go right back to the way they were.
>"Everything is going to be fine now Anonymous...I promise."
>Fluttershy's voice eases into your thoughts.
>You, of course, don't remember ever having heard that, you were asleep at the time.
>But the words seem natural and true. Your heart stops pounding as fast as it was a few moments ago.

>Downstairs
>Fluttershy set the table, Ted stopped her from setting Anonymous a spot.
>"He's still probably pretty sore. After we eat, I'll take his up to him."
>Fluttershy squirms a bit, kicking at the kitchen floor slightly.
>"O-oh..I can take it to him."
>"Shy...I know you mean well, but there's something about Anonymous that you should know."
>Tilting her head, the teen moves to her seat and sits down.
>"I'm sure you've noticed how on edge he gets."
>She couldn't deny the truth to that and sadly nodded her head.
>"The doctors gave me a bit of paperwork, and it addresses that. He's gynophobic."
>Of course, Shy had an idea of this. She had noticed his strange behaviour in school for years.
>The way Anonymous seemed to avoid all of the girls.
>Thats why she knew it wasn't his fault when he...
>Thinking of it, she blushes and nods in response to Ted.
>"I know, Daddy, but..." she sighs and picks up her fork, taking a dainty bite of the vegetable stir fry on her plate. "..I promised him he'd be fine, that I'd help him. That includes helping him with that.."
>Ted smiles at Shy, chuckling with a shake of his head. "Sometimes, you are so much like your mother."
>This makes Fluttershy smile and dap at her lips with a napkin. "So can I?"
>Nodding, Ted downs a glass of milk. Holy cow, he ate his food fast. "I'll leave it to you Shy. And I'll do my part."
>"Mhm!"
>Fluttershy hurries to finish her dinner, though still trying to be polite.
>Ted just shakes his head and laughs under his breath, taking his plate to the sink and whispering to himself. "See that, Lily? We really did raise a good girl."
>Said good girl, meanwhile, finally finishes up and joins Ted at the sink, moving to get started on the dishes.
>"Nope. You go take that boy some of this food while it's still warm."
>Beaming, Fluttershy throws her arms around Ted in a warm hug, nodding, and then doing just that.
>She grabs a little tray, the kind used for serving breakfast in bed, and loads it up.
>A plate with a generous helping of stir fry, a fresh glass of milk, some extra greens.
>Fluttershy carefully takes the tray upstairs, stopping outside of the guestroom and laying down a napkin with the bits of lettuce and celery on top of it.
>"Angel~" she sings out softly, calling the bunny.
>Little Mr. Puffball soon comes out and shoots her a semi-annoyed look, before happily digging into the food.
>"Hehehe, you're so cute! Oh!" She lowers her voice to a whisper. "Anonymous? Dinner's here if you want.."
>No reply. Is something wrong?
>She peeks in through the doorway, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing that you are just resting.
>Fluttershy looks about, contemplating what to do, before slowly stepping in and continuing to speak.
>"Umm, sorry, I'm just going to leave your food here for you okay?"
>Of course, you make no response.
>Setting the tray down, she looks across you. Resting like a baby.
>How often did you get to sleep like this, she wondered.
>"Maybe..I should stay, just to make sure he's okay." she thought out loud.
>Fluttershy knelt at the side of the bed, humming softly as she watched you sleep.

>You are Cheerilee
>Driving back home from the hospital.
>Plans, all ruined.
>Anonymous was already released into the care of another guardian.
"God dammit! What do I do now?"
>You turn up the radio and let out a groan of frustration.
>This wasn't supposed to happen, not even close!
>Getting guardianship of Anonymous, and making him pay for turning in your love
>Maybe you should have let Jane take care of him back then..
>Damn your soft heart.
"Back to the drawing board. Jane, I'll think of something. He won't get away with this."
>Suddenly, sitting at a red light, you get a brilliant idea.
>You know how you can get things back on track.
>Just have to wait for Anonymous to return to school.
>It will be a wonderful gift for Jane!
>Your cheeks flush with heat, and you squeeze your thighs together, sliding a hand down to caress your chest, and then down into your skirt.
"Ah...All for you, Jane~"
>The light turns green, and you speed off down the road, touching yourself to the thoughts of how happy Jane will be when you punish her son for her.

>You are Anonymous
>Sleepily blinking your eyes open.
>Must have fallen asleep for a bit. Angel is no longer on your chest, but there's still a bit of weight there.
>Looking down, the source is revealed.
>Panic.
>Fluttershy is laying with her arms crossed on your chest.
>Your heartrate skyrockets, breaths coming faster.
>But strangely enough, that doesn't last too long.
>She's incredibly light. Her warm breath on the oversized shirt is oddly comforting.
>At the foot of the bread is a food tray, covered to keep the heat, and a glass of milk.
>Fluttershy must have come in while you were sleeping, and wanted to make sure you ate.
>You remain as still as you can. Half out of fear, and half because you really don't want to disturb her.
>She is pretty cute, y'know.
>Always kind to you, to everyone really.
>In fact, you can't recall a single instance of her being anything but a genuinely nice person.
>..however none of that changes the fact that you're really getting hungry, especially being able to smell that stir fry.
>Your stomache growls, and a quiet little eek issues from the girl using your chest as a pillow.
>Okay, that was really cute. But you weren't expecting the next response.
>Fluttershy nuzzled against your chest, her ear resting over your heart.
>It must be unsettling. You can feel it pounding.
>"Nng...five more minutes."
>You know she's talking in her sleep, and probably doesn't even realize the situation.
>It wouldn't be much of a problem to wake her up so you could eat.
>But deep down...you don't want to ruin the moment.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__tgvpiKTfE
>You wake up several hours later.
>No sign of fluttershy, except for your tray of dinner on the edge of the bed.
>It's steaming, so it was reheated recently.
>How long did she stay with you? How many times had she warmed up your dinner while you slept?
>The familiar moisture of tears falling down your cheek, there's one thought on mind.
>Fluttershy really must be an angel.
>An angel that you truly believe you don't deserve.
>But, if Mother taught you anything, it's that you don't know anything.
>So maybe this was okay. Maybe it's okay for you to let your guard down a little.
>You groan out when attempting to reach for the tray.
>Still sore, really sore.
>Averting your gaze to the window, you get a beautiful sunset view.
>A reflection in the window makes you tense, if only for a moment before relaxing.
>"O-oh, you're awake now?"
>She's so quiet. Even her words are gentle, and you can't help but feel your unease fading.
"Yeah, sorry for just sleeping all day."
>Fluttershy smiles and shakes her head, slowly coming into the room.
>Every motion made so fluidly, giving no air of intimidation or hostility.
>You are surprised at just how calm you feel when she takes a seat in a chair at the bedside.
>Huh, she must have set that up while you were asleep.
>Does that mean she spent the entire day here with you?
>"Don't you worry about that. You just focus on feeling better, okay? Do you need anything?"
>You're about to shake your head in response, when your stomach growls.
>This seems to illicit a reaction from Fluttershy, a gasp and widening eyes to be specific.
>"Oh my, of course you need to eat! Here, let me help."
>She leans and grabs the tray.
>There's little weight brushing against you, soft...
>Removing the cover, the full aroma of the freshly heated vegetables hits you, drool building in your mouth near instantly.
>You must look ravenous, because Shy giggles when she looks at you.
>"Just sit back and relax, okay? Let me help you."
>She sets the tray on her lap and fiddles around with the silverware.
>It really looks like she's about to feed this to you.
"Umm..F-Fluttershy? I think I can do this myself."
>A frown comes to her face when she replies. "Please Anonymous, save your strength okay? I just want to help you."
>You really can't deny that tone, and really, though you don't want to admit it, you kind of like this.
"A-alright. Thank you."
>Her smile returns with a vengeance and she forks up some of the stir fry, using her left hand as a way to catch any that may fall, and softly blows on it, before bringing it to your lips.
>There is an unmistakable heat on your cheeks now, but you try to ignore it.
>"Say Ahhh~"
>You roll your eyes, smiling a bit and lean forward enough to take the bite.
>Oh god this is amazing. A hint of spice providing a kick, but there's a sweetness too.
>Every vegetable seems to be adding to the flavoring. You haven't had anything this good in years.
>Several fresh tears drop down your cheeks, and Fluttershy noticed, because before you even had a chance to flinch, she was dabbing at them with the napkin.
>"It's okay, Anonymous. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore, okay?"
>You look at her, and see she's got that same serene smile, but she's also got fresh tears.
>For a moment, Mother's face flashes into your mind, but it fades as quick as it came.
>No, Fluttershy is the furthest thing from that woman.
>You find yourself tearing even more, clenching your fists.
"C-can I have some more? I-it's really good."
>Like a child, you can't decide whether to cry or smile.
>"Of course. Say Ahh~"

>Dinner went without any hitches.
>Ignoring of course how emotional it all went.
>Fluttershy just kept feeding you, and telling you it was okay.
>Many tears were shed. And it was still the same.
>"It's okay Anonymous, it's okay."
>You never even noticed that at some point, she grabbed your hand.
>Neither of you saw Ted checking in on you, and smiling. Taking a look to the ceiling at some unknown thing, and then doing his own thing.
"Th..." you take a small breath. "Thank you Fluttershy."
>Your savior. Guardian Angel. This pillar of support and understanding you couldn't even imagine existing.
>She just smiles and shakes her head. Hair cascading and shimmering in the stray light of a streetlamp fom the window.
>"You never have to thank me, Anonymous. Never."
>Oh how wrong you are, Fluttershy.
>A light squeeze on your hand finally alerts you to hers being there.
>You don't really mind it. You give a squeeze back.
>Her face reddens.
>She starts to lean down.
>Oh god your mouth is really dry right now.
>You squeeze in an anxious reflex of pure nerves.
>She squeezes back, but is still coming!
>Pupils dialating. Sweat starting to form on your forehead.
>Inches away from your lips.
>https://youtu.be/yf7J74fMK0E?t=2
>Oh thank you Jesus.
>Fluttershy springs up, her face growing even redder as she fumbles for her cellphone.
>You finally breathe again. Shakilly trying to hold back the laughter you felt churning within you.
>She must see this, because she starts to smile, then cutely giggle as she answers the phone.
>"Hehehehe-Hello?"
>You can't quite make out the other side of the conversation. It sounds really hectic, and there are multiple voices.
>"O-oh? Hold on girls..umm..girls? Girls? Excuse me?" She looks a bit flustered, turning her gaze back to yours. "I'm sorry Anonymous, this sounds really important." Her cheeks flush a little again.
"D-don't worry about it. I'm feeling ready for some more sleep, really."
>That seems to be enough to distract her. She releases your hand, and stands, moving to the doorway.
>Stopping, she looks at you over her shoulder, and smiles. "See you tomorrow?"
>You smile and bite back the grimace of pain from lifting your arm and waving. That did not feel good on the ribs, but not too bad.
>Not stupid enough to keep trying once the pain starts at least.
"Not like I can go anywhere else."
>You meant it as a joke. But her smile dims slightly. She catches it and turns away, trying to be heard over the myriad of voices on the phone.
>Hand feels really cold now.
>Lonely even.

>You are Fluttershy, and you are a ball of rage!
>Well, okay, rage isn't quite the word.
>But you are vexed! No...angry? More like..embarassed and you are definitely not happy with your friends!
>Apparently Twilight was visiting again.
>That's all. That's it!
>And it came at the worst possible time!
>Although, you are a little glad about that. What came over you Fluttershy?
>You're blushing again and squeak, throwing your arms out into the mass of pillows and stuffed animals on the bed.
"Nnn...O-oh no, I hope I didn't scare Anonymous!"
>That thought is enough to make you worry. He did look a little sweaty..
>Well, he could have been running a temperature, he has been under the blankets all day.
>Why are you making excuses?
>You notice that your heart is thumping like Angel's legs when you scratch his ear just right.
>It's just a lapse in judgement! You care about Anonymous, but not like that.
>Right?
>You bring your right hand up, and block the light from your lamp to get in your eyes.
>Index and middle finger come together and softly press against your lips.
>When you close your eyes and think...you can see Anonymous.
"Mmm.."
>You allow your arm to fall, and take a dramatic pose across your forehead as you've seen Rarity do on multiple occassions.
"You're so silly, Fluttershy..."
>But you smile. It's not a bad thing to be a little silly sometimes.
>Just ask Pinkie. As a matter of fact...
>You pull out your phone and start tapping away.
"Pinkie Pie are you awake?"
>A few moments after hitting send, and you get a reply.
>"Well duh! Its only 9! Whats up?"
"I need you to Pinkie Promise you wont say anything."
>Time's like these you swear it's a pre-written reply. It was an almost instantaneous response.
>"Cross my heart and hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in my eye." With emojii's where applicable.
>Biting your cheek as you tap out your next reply, and finding yourself smiling at the words on screen.
"I think I like Anonymous."

>You are Anonymous.
>Staring at the ceiling and watching as stars fill in the blue-black of space.
>Oddly enough, feeling extremely at peace.
>Rarely did you ever get a chance to see the night sky so vividly.
>Your peaceful moment is interrupted however, by a knock at the door.
"Come in?"
>Ted pushes the door open and does just that, moving and immediately taking a seat in the bedside chair.
>"How you holding up so far kiddo? I know it's just night one, but I have experience with kids being pulled out of familiar territory."
"It's really not as bad as I thought it would be at first."
>You notice the raised eyebrow Ted has, and quickly correct yourself.
"Not that I thought it would be bad, just...you've probably read my file by now, right?"
>He gives a little nod. "Didn't seem to mind Shy so much."
>Feigning a cough, you clear your throat and look away.
"Y-yeah well, I didn't want to make her feel bad if I freaked out."
>"Hahaha, keep telling yourself that Kiddo. I did too."
>This earns Ted a quizzical look. Now you're curious.
"Huh? You did too?"
>"Well yeah. I tried to pull the same 'I'm just going along with it to keep her happy' thing with Lily, Shy's mom." Ted points to one of the photographs you noticed earlier.
>It was definitely Ted, and a really beautiful woman. Like, A++ Gorgeous.
>How did you not take notice of that photo more?
>A soft slap to your right knee gets your attention back to Ted as he stands up.
>"Anyway. I'm glad you're doing alright." He grabs the tray that Fluttershy and you had forgotten about, and heads to the door, pausing for just a moment on his way out.
>"That being said. Remember this is my house Anon. And that is my Angel. Make her cry, and you'll get it ten times worse"
>Oh shit. Hasn't she already cried like...jesus, at least half as much as you.
>Ted sees how pale your face gets and bursts out laughing.
>"Just teasing you Anonymous! I know you'd never hurt my little Shy. Good night."
"Y-yeah, good night Ted."

>At a restaurant on the outskirts of town
>There is a patron sitting at a booth, covered head to toe in a black tracksuit and hoodie.
>Darkness obscuring her face while she nervously sips at a cup of wildflower tea.
>It's nearing midnight, and most of the other guests leave. A few remain, typical late night stock.
>Truck drivers. Insomniacs. Conspiracy theorists.
>You know, night people.
>The bell above the entrance rings, and three figures step in, wearing nearly the exact same 'uniform' as the one in the booth.
>Of course, they move to the booth and take their seats.
>"Make this quick, we've got other options on the table."
>"Yeah! Crystal Prep wants us to rig some kind of con-"
>"Quiet you idiot! God, you're the worst."
>Putting her tea down, the original hooded patron raises a finger to silence the three girls.
>"Girls, come on now." She raises her head slightly and leans in, finally letting them see a bit of her face. "Old friends get priority, right?"
>The three girls reach forward and all take hold of the first girl's hand. The 'leader' of the three replies, the other two just smile ever-brighter. "Of course~ We owe you so much after all~ So, how can we help CHS?"
>She brings her free hand forward, caressing each of the three with a teasing finger, bringing forth shivers of anticipation and longing for their dear friend. "Oh no, this one is personal.."
>"Personal hmm? How good is the job?"
>Drawing her hand back, the woman takes another sip of her tea. "Oh girls..."
>She reaches back forward, sliding a pistol hidden in her sleeve towards the three girls.
>"..you'll make a killing."

>The days have gone by similarly, this past week.
>On Wednesday, Ted took you home to pick up some clothes.
>It was embarassing that everything you deemed worth taking could fit into one bag.
>Maybe Ted noticed, because he took you clothes shopping as well.
>Got a few outfits, and he even got you a suit.
>Felt pretty damn dapper.
>Days were a little lonely. Ted was at work, Fluttershy was at school.
>This gave you pretty much free run of the house at least.
>Walking around in pain isn't really something new to you, and you actually feel better walking around, than just laying in bed all day.
>Angel Bunny has a tendency to follow you.
>He seems to do this a lot, especially when Fluttershy isn't around.
>Like he has some strange sense of responsibility around you.
>Smart Bunny if he's taking Fluttershy's request so adamantly.
>Oh yeah, Fluttershy told you last night when you asked what Angel's deal was.
>Apparently she asked him to keep an eye on you.
>You were happy that she was concerned.
>But there's been a feeling in the pit of your stomach that something is wrong.
>Unless you try and talk to her, Fluttershy remains pretty silent when she comes along with dinner.
>There's been a few times when you made eye contact and she'd hurriedly look away.
>Shy'd just squeak or mutter if you asked what was up.
>You're pulled out of your thoughts when your stomach growls in hunger.
>It's only 10, but that's close enough to lunch time anyway, so you get out of bed, stretch some, and head to the kitchen.
>Rounding the corner, you're a little surprised to find Fluttershy's bag on the counter.
>It's a little odd, she doesn't seem like the type to forget things.
>But, thinking about it, she does a lot in the mornings.
>She feeds the animals she keeps in the backyard, nursing them.
>Of course she has to keep the area somewhat clean too.
>And she's been making you breakfast every morning.
>Figuring that she'll forgive the invasion of privacy, you look in the bag to confirm a thought.
>Her lunch is still in there.
>Fruit Salad and mixed nuts with a bottle of tea.
>You groan softly. Ted had already gone off to work.
>Well, a walk will definitely make you sore...but it'll be nice to get out of the house.
>Besides, you need to return that sheet to the nurse. Might as well go and deliver that apology letter to Miss Cheerilee as well.
>You throw together a quick peanut butter sandwich, grab Fluttershy's bag and the cot's sheet, and head out.

>You are Fluttershy.
>Barely paying attention in Social Studies.
>Miss Turner's voice just drones on in the background.
>The past few days have been a little hard on you.
>Nibbling on your lip softly, you feel warmth spreading across your cheeks.
>Ever since you told Pinkie that you might like Anonymous, she's been pushing for it.
>That girl never does anything with any less than 100% of her energy.
>She asks what you like about him. How things are going. If you've..
>O-of course you haven't though! Not since that close call.
>Oh god, that made things so awkward. You probably scared Anonymous!
>You couldn't help it though, in that moment, you just really felt like you wanted to kiss him.
>Closing your eyes, you can still feel the heat from being close to him...
>A tap on your shoulder catches your attention, bringing you back from your thoughts.
>Rarity leaned forward and whispered when you turned around. "Did something happen, darling? You're rather squirmy today."
>There's a knowing little smile on her face, that just makes you blush brighter.
>Of course Pinkie Pie had convinced you to tell your friends what was going on.
>Friends don't keep secrets, after all.
"Nothing happened, Rarity. I w-was just thinking that's all."
>"My, our little Fluttershy is all grown up and having -those- kinds of thoughts!"
>For someone so proper, she enjoyed teasing you in such a dirty way.
"R-Rarity, Please!"
>You whine a little. This was one reason you didn't want to say anything.
>They'd accept it, that goes without saying.
>But they are your friends, and they are going to keep bringing things like that up.
>Not like you haven't thought of it...
>"....Shy? Fluttershy! Would you care to share the details of your conversation with the rest of the class?"
>You could FEEL everyone's eyes on you. Smirks and giggles as the teacher called you out.
>Looking forward, you feel the heat on your cheeks flare with a vengeance.
"N-No Miss Turner, it won't happen again."
>"See that it doesn't."
>Great. You sink into your desk and attempt to hide behind your hair, looking towards the clock.
>Just Math, and then lunch. You were hungry, but you knew the girls were just going to poke and prod for more details of your time with Anonymous..
>..You kind of wish you had some more to share with them.

>You are Anonymous.
>Taking a break at bus stop bench.
>This was by far the most physical activity you've had since Monday.
>Your ribs were and lungs were screaming at you, but at least it wasn't too painful.
>Those painkillers in your pocket helped with that of course.
>It'd still be at the very least another 45 minutes before you got to the school.
>Smacking your lips, and feeling a bit guilty, you open up the bottle of strawberry kiwi tea and take a few gulps.
>Fluttershy will forgive you for taking a drink, right?
>Of course she will. It's a warm day, and you're walking this to school for her!
>You can always give her money to grab a fresh one from the vending machine if she's too mad.
>The thought of Fluttershy mad makes you chuckle a bit.
>You are pretty sure she doesn't even get Mad. It would take something terrible to make her angry.
>Slinging her bag over your shoulder, you take another sip and continue walking.

>You are Fluttershy.
>And when you stopped at your locker before getting to Miss Cosine's math class, you realized the error you made this morning.
>Having woken up a little late, you were in a rush, and forgot your bag at home.
>Meaning you have no lunch today.
>A fact that makes your stomach howl in what some people would describe as a cute way.
>But to you, it's just embarassing and intimidating.
>Pinkie Pie usually brings a bunch of extra cupcakes, maybe you can just grab some from her.
>Sadly, this is your only class without any of the girls, so you can't even ask.
>Don't worry, Fluttershy. You'll think of something!
>grumble.
>At least you hope so.

>You are Pinkie Pie.
>There is someone in need of sweets!
>You can feel it in every hair on your head.
>If only sneaking out of class was easier, you could find them and bring a big smile to their faces with your super duper ultra-nutty vanilla birthday cake cupcakes!
>You look towards the reader and smirk.
"Funny how I can break the rules this way, but not skip class huh?"
>With a smile, you turn back to class and shoot your hand up to answer a question.
>You really wanna get to the good part already!

>You are Anonymous.
>After walking for what feels like three days straight, thanks in no small part due to your recent time stuck in bed, you're within throwing distance of CHS.
>You drank half of that tea on the way.
>Fluttershy really had a good tongue.
>Not like that!
>Well, maybe...she was really soft spoken, she can probably..
>You shake the thought from your head and cough.
>On Monday, you wouldn't have had the stones to think anything like that about a girl.
>But as the days have passed, and you've been shown a different way to the world,
>As you've been treated like a human, you've been feeling more and more comfortable.
>You step up to the main doors and push them aside, making your way inside.
>There's still about 10 minutes before the lunch bell rings.
>Might as well return this Bedsheet.
>You make the familiar journey to the nurses office, knocking a few times before you hear Red Heart say  "Come on in."
>Suffice to say, she's a little surprised to see you.
>"Anonymous? Aren't you suspended until Tuesday?"
"Y-yeah, but.."
>You lift up the sheet and look away, still embarassed about the situation.
>"That could have waited Anonymous. You're not supposed to be on school property."
"I know, but Fluttershy forgot her bag and well.."
>Red Heart can hear the difference in your tone just by talking about Fluttershy.
>The stutter and unease of your words faded and you sounded calm.
>"Ah, I understand. Well, while you're here. I feel I have to apologize to you."
"Huh? For what?"
>She crosses her legs and dusts off her skirt a little.
>Actions you understand as a small delay tactic. You knew those well.
>"I should have noticed there was something more happening with you."
"Oh, that's not yo-"
>"Hush. I know that being sorry, and no amount of hindsight or reprimanding will fix things. But I want you to know, if anything like this ever happens again, you have people on your side."
>A smile crosses your lips and you nod.
"Got it."
>The lunch bell rings and Red Heart turns back to her desk.
>"I've got some paperwork to finish off. I'm glad to see you are out and about, Anonymous. Go take your girlfriend her lunch."
>You could easilly cook an egg with the heat you feel on your cheeks.
"Sh-Shy's not my girlfriend."
>"She's a girl, she's a friend. I have paperwork. Shoo."
>You can tell she's got a smirk on her face, without even seeing it.
>With a small smirk of your own, you turn and head out to the hall.
>Shy had Math before lunch, so she'd get to the Cafeteria before you.
>Might as well meet her there.

>Three girls sit at a table in the middle of the Cafteria.
>Surrounded by dopey teenage boys holding their books, and lunches, and drinks.
>"Fajitas aren't the saaaaaaaame!" the blue girl says with a pout, refusing the bite that's held in front of her mouth by a bespectacled nerd.
>"Sonata, please. Just. Shut. Up." The purple girl takes a drink, and spits it onto the boy's chest. "This is diet, you idiot! God, you can't do anything right can you?"
>"Girls, girls, giiirls." Adagio moans softly, getting a shoulder massage from Bulk Biceps. "That'll be enough, muscles. For now." she adds with a wink.
>She sits forward and shakes her poofy head.
>"Both of you, shut up. You almost made me lose focus."
>"Focus on what Dagi?"
>"On that."
>Her lips curling into a devious smirk, Adagio points to the doubledoors of the Cafeteria.
>And the boy, frozen and shaking, holding a backpack, scanning the room.
>"Tsch, is that the one?"
>"Mmm...seems so." Adagio's voice falls to a whisper, and she pushes a small picture from the previous yearbook. It's definitely Anonymous. "Of course, it's not time yet. But...who says we can't have a little fun?"
>Her necklace pulses with a heartbeat like glow, and without another word, the other sirens understand what to do.
>"Ahhh ah-ah, ah-ahhhhh~"

>You are Fluttershy.
>Nibbling on a really, really sweet cupcake Pinkie Pie gave you.
>You didn't even have to ask! She always seems to know.
"This is really good Pinkie, thanks!"
>"Yay! I knew you'd love it, but next time I'll bring you this new one I'm working on, it's like a really sweet lemon meringue cupcake that's filled with lemon pie filling! I'll give you one for Anonymous too!"
>You are pretty sure he'd like that. He devoured the cupcakes Pinkie helped your dad make.
"That sounds great, Pinkie. I can ask him what his favorite kind is too, so you can make those, or maybe, show me how to..."
>Baking wasn't really your strongsuit. At least sweets.
>"Or ya could ask him right now, sugarcube." Applejack says with a little nod towards the doors.
>All your other friends have noticed too.
>Your jaw drops and you practically spring away from the table and rush to him.
"Anonymous! What are you doing out of bed?!"
>"O-oh, you l-left this at home."
>He's got your bag. Your lunch!
"D-did you walk all the way here to bring me my lunch?"
>Anonymous does seem pretty drained right now. He's pretty pale too.
>"Sup Anonymous! Didn't expect to see you back in school till Tuesday." Dash says, walking up to the two of you.
>Though it seems impossible, he gets a little more pale.

>You are Anonymous
"Y-yeah, I uhh..y-yeah."
>Shit. You forgot about this.
>Or at least, you didn't want to think of this.
>You've grown so comfortable around Shy, but you forgot that like 90 percent of the school population is female.
>And there are only a handful right now that aren't looking at you like some kind of creeper.
>Shy seems to sense what's wrong and takes her bag from you.
>"Thank you, Anonymous."
"A-anytime Fluttershy."
>There are a few moments of awkward silence. Dash takes the semi-hint and retreats to join the others.
>Shy and yourself cast private glances cast at each other that you both notice.
"I u-uhh...I should go."
>You choke that out, feeling yourself starting to sweat.
>Trying to focus only on Fluttershy helps, but you can see her friends just behind her.
>Watching you two so closely.
>They must still not trust you.
>Shy looks like she wants to say something, but instead she gives you the smile that you've come to know as a sign of everything be okay.
>"Alright Anonymous. I'll see you at home."
"O-okay. See you at home, Shy."
>Smiling, you turn back around simultaneously.
>She heads back to her table.
>You are about to leave.
>Out of nowhere, you find yourself unable to move.
>Your legs refuse to listen.
>Nausea comes rapidly. It's hard to breath.
>You think you can faintly hear singing. But it's like the song has been muted.
>Vision blurs, and you feel yourself moving.
>Unable to see where.
>You can feel something soft on your palms. Your hands give a squeeze.
>All at once, everything comes back. It's almost enough to knock you on your ass.
>"Uhh, what're you doin?"
>The youngest member of the Apple Family looks up at you, a bit scared, but more confused than anything.
>You look back down at her, finding yourself with your hands resting on her shoulders. Another squeeze.
>"'Scuse me? I asked what you were doin?"
>Oh god you're going to get sick.
"S-sorry, i-it was an accident. S-sorry!"
>You release the girl, scared, no idea what the hell just happened.
>Stumbling back, your mind is racing.
>You can hear them. All of them.
>"Pervert."
>"Child Molester."
>"Did you see him?! what was he going to do to Applebloom?!"

>You are Fluttershy, and you just watched Anonymous head to leave, only to come back and grab Apple Bloom's shoulder.
>Applejack didn't look too happy, but she held herself back.
>She knew why he had most of his...unfortunate accidents by now.
>You know there wasn't anything malicious in his actions.
>But it was odd.
>You're about to stand and walk over, when you feel a hand on your shoulder.
>"Shy. Running after him won't do any good, look at him. He looks like he's about to piss his pants."
>"I agree with Dash. Sides, Apple Bloom doesn't look scared, just a mite confused. I'm not angry."
>While your friends distracted you, Anonymous turned and ran out of the cafeteria.
"It was probably too much for him, poor thing...he's been stuck at home."
>"Oooh, I know how we can help! Nonny is nervous around girls, riiiight?"
>Nonny? You're not surprised that Pinkie is the first to give him a nickname.
>But you kind of wish you had thought of it first.
"That's right, Pinkie. W-why?"
>The Pink-haired girl beams brightly. "Shy, let's have a slumber party at your place this weekend!"
"I d-don't think Anonymous would be ready for that. H-he only barely stays together around me. M-maybe some other ti-"
>Her hair seems to lose some of it's luster and volume.
>You sigh and look back towards the door.
"A-Alright. But if he doesn't want to be around us, no forcing him deal?"
>The girls around the table smile, and simultaneously pinkie swear.
>Only one seems nervous about this...you.
>And it's not for Anonymous' sake.

>You are Adagio
>Unsurprisingly, your little trick didn't work.
>These gems were broken once before, and the repair job was shoddy at best.
>Complete control is impossible, even on such a broken template of a human.
"Ugh, I really didn't want to do this the messy way. It would be so much easier to just bend him to our will and make him a toy."
>"Ooooh, I like toys!"
>"Sonata, P-...nevermind. I don't care anymore."
>"Ariii, what is iiiit?"
>"You're annoying."
>Sonata takes a long slurp of her chocolate milk, before flinging the empty carton at Aria's forehead.
"Will you two please, for just 5 minutes, pretend that you get along?"
>Aria rolls her eyes and dodges a plastic fork, grunts, and then you hear Sonata yelp.
>"Owwie, no kicking Ari!"
>"So what's the plan then, Adagio?" Aria asks, ignoring the blue girl. "These stupid necklaces won't help us."
"No, they won't. But we haven't survived her so long without learning a few skills that make us really dangerous right~?"
>Your hand drops under the table and comes to rest on Aria's left thigh, the other moving to mirror the action on Sonata's right thigh.
>The two girls look to you, a glimmer of expectancy in their eyes whilst you toy and tease, drumming your fingers toward their waists.
"We just follow Cheeri's plan. We've got plenty of time to let the pieces fall into place."
>Your palms come to rest against your companion's groins. Sonata's panties were already dampened, and you could feel a bit of vibration coming from Aria's pants.
"Oh, Bulky, be a dear and come with my sisters and I...we have a special request for you."

>You are Anonymous
>And, being understandably freaked out, you completely forgot to take that apology letter to Cheerilee.
>You can bring it back on Tuesday, no big deal.
>Weren't even supposed to be here today.
>What happened back there? You must have blacked out or something.
>Either way, that was the most uncomfortable you've been all week.
>At least you can look forward to an easy, relaxing Weekend.
>You hope to ask Fluttershy to spend a bit of time with you.
>Outside of feeding you, which really, you can do that yourself now.
>Fluttershy probably knows that too. But that doesn't stop her.
>Your thoughts drifting to the pink-haired angel that saved you from the dark, you walk back home with a smile on your face.
>When you finally get back, the first thing you do is get upstairs to your bedroom.
>You strip down to your boxers and get in bed, resting your eyes.
>Hoping it wasn't too embarassing for Fluttershy.
>Praying that girl didn't freak out or get the wrong idea about you grabbing her shoulders.
>Wishing you knew why you went all auto-pilot like that.
>And eventually, dreaming of your angel holding you against her.
>Telling you in that soft, sweet voice. "Everything will be okay. I promise."

    >You've been drinking nonstop since the night this all began.
    >How could you? Nothing was supposed to be like this.
    >It only took a few days for some sense to start pouring back in.
    >The barrier of alcohol being sweat out in a metal cell.
    >You heard what they said. The names you were called were painful.
    >Because they were true and fitting.
    >Eleven years, and you spent less than thirty minutes sober each day.
    >At the time you had lost all control.
    >That night was a deadly downward spiral into madness.
    >You lost nearly everything.
    >And the one thing you couldn't bare to lose, that you feared losing more than anything else.
    >Anonymous. Your son. Who looked so much like his father you couldn't look at him sober.
    >You had only one choice. Make him fear leaving and disobeying you.
    >It made some kind of mad sense to you all those drunken years.
    >But the realism of the situation you found yourself in, and being cleaner than you have in years, has given light to how terribly and utterly wrong you were.
    >You were facing severe charges.
    >Probably could make some deal and play it up to squeeze some sympathy out of whoever you can.
    >Bullshit, and you know it.
    >They've got a video of how the situation really was. There is no excuse remotely believable enough to try.
    >When you saw the video, all you could do was stare.
    >Crying wouldn't fix anything.
    >And the way you see it, there's only one thing you can do to atone.
    >You could never really be a mother to him anymore. You'd forever be a monster.
    >With little more than a breath, you push away from the top bunk.
    >The sheet around your neck catches, and the ceiling light clangs from your weight.
    >You keep your legs folded beneath you. Dying is better than years in prison.
    >It's better than having to face your son in court.
    >Things will be better for him too.
    >Light begins to fade, and your body twitches. You grab your legs and pin them, fighting the instinct to hoist yourself up.
    >...and everything fades.