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- Sad End Epilouge:
- >The next week was hard. The bodies and the technicals had to be accounted for.
- >The castle had to be repaired; the leadership had to be completely replaced.
- >If Anon was here he probably would have said something like ‘this is some mighty bullshit’.
- >But he wasn’t.
- >Not a single clone lived.
- >Even the one running ‘Central Manufacturing’ were killed by the poison.
- >What’s worse is that there’s no one to take the anger and sadness out on.
- “Bullshit.”
- >You were never one much for swearing, but alone in the new throne room, it somehow
- >seemed appropriate. There were only two thrones now. Yours and Cadances.
- >It’s a good thing too, the Crystal ponies were a big help in the cleanup.
- >They were also very disrespectful. They couldn’t understand any of the group’s sadness.
- >You had to fight every step of the way to prevent a mass grave, it was a fight you lost.
- >The clones were rolled into a pit and burned. Pick your battles Twi, this was one you tried.
- >It’s the effort that makes the difference right? Isn’t that what Anon said?
- >You don’t think he ever forgave you.
- >You don’t think you’ll ever forgive yourself.
- >Here you are feeling bad for yourself.
- >You didn’t even get the ‘short end of the stick’, another one of Anon’s euphemisms.
- >Flutters has been under house arrest this past week.
- >Aggravated assault.
- >You and Rainbow had to keep her from killing that guard.
- >Cadance performed a memory spell; he truly believed that Anon was a threat.
- >As such all he received was a dishonorable discharge.
- >You went to go check up on her whenever you could.
- >She didn’t cry anymore.
- >She just had a weird hollow look about her eyes.
- >As if the body was just going through the motions, waiting to die.
- >She only drank the nettle tea anymore.
- >She started smoking too, she found out what Anons favorite brand was from Rarity.
- >Well, you have a funeral to attend.
- >It was a small gathering, only the six of you.
- >Flutters was out on special leave, she had a tracking crystal strapped to her neck.
- >The Burial was taking place in the courtyard, next to a technical that was being kept there
- >as a monument. It was a closed casket burial, crossbow bolt, cuts, and contusions did not
- >lend well to dealing with grief.
- >Everyone considered eulogies, but no one could bring themselves to write one.
- >All six of you stood around the pit. Staring down at it.
- >There’s a flask passed around, you take a swig, it’s nettle tea with a splash of vodka.
- >Right after it a pack of unfiltered Saddle Arabians is passed around.
- >You’ve only had maybe five cigarettes, and that was in college, but you take one anyways.
- >Your about to light it magically, when a brass cased lighter comes down the group.
- >It wakes a moment to remember that Anon had no magic. He must have carried that
- >everywhere. Through the forest, through the desert, through thick and thin.
- >You decide not to use your horn. You fumble slightly and drop the lighter.
- >Flutters picks it up and lights it without a hitch, holding it out for you.
- >In the small gleam of the lighter you can see a new feature in her eyes.
- >Emptiness.
- >Your suspicions are confirmed, she may be alive in a technical sense, but you know the only
- >thoughts that run behind those blue pools are the hours and seconds and days until she dies.
- Happier version:
- >You turn just in time to have a crossbow bolt impact your neck.
- >Your eyes go wide; your hands go to your neck.
- >You sputter, letting out a red mist of spit and blood.
- >There’s shouting around you, but you cannot comprehend it.
- >You fall on your back, the blood loss, the whole day, the internal bleeding.
- >It all stacks up; you can feel yourself fading, fast.
- >You have enough energy for this one action.
- >Fluttershy is looking dead at the guard who shot you.
- >You can see her fur standing on end, her wings open up, she’s going to do it.
- >Your hand reaches out to caress he head and cheek.
- >You watch her calm down and look back at you.
- >You smile.
- >and the dark creeping void consumes your vision.
- >Your left eye opens, you right seems to be shut be outside means.
- >There’s a whole lot of blurry action going on around you.
- >Why do you feel so good?
- >even with all these tubes around you.
- >”He’s waking up.”
- >”Well, give him another.”
- >Your bliss is interrupted by a sharp prick as a needle goes into your arm.
- >You feel yourself begin to slip away again.
- >The terrible curse of confusion and consciousness grips your mind.
- >With great effort you open your eyes.
- >Noise slowly comes back to your roster of senses
- >”...but, I warn you… painkillers… be… disoriented…”
- >With that several shapes enter your view. You can’t tell why, but their comforting.
- >”Hey Anon… let you… be out in…”
- >The shapes keep trying to talk to you, but to no avail.
- >You only catch random snippets, and even those you have trouble comprehending.
- >This goes on for some time, eventually the shapes leave, except one
- >The yellow one seems to stay after the other shapes have let your vision.
- >You decide to say something, this thought alone is hard to put together.
- “Heeeemmmppth… Ahhhwwooolll…”
- >You close your eyes again and slip back to your slumber.
- >This time you wake up pretty clear headed.
- >The first thing that hits you is the thirst and the hunger.
- >You look to your right, oh thanks Christ.
- >Water.
- >You forgo the glass set next to it and drink right out of the decanter.
- >”…Anon?”
- >You whip back around, maybe a little too fast as your chest binds up in pain.
- >You simply smile and give Flutters a nice long hug. Followed by the kiss you’ve
- >been waiting for.
- Happy Epilogue:
- >A year has passed. Life has been quiet, and thank god for that.
- >The last thing you want is another ‘grand adventure’.
- >So here you are standing outside the back door having a smoke.
- >You finally got a job, and best of all its alongside the love of your life.
- >While Fluttershy tends to the smaller and more docile woodland creatures,
- >You deal with beasties such as hydras and feral manticores.
- >Most of the citizens of Ponyville were outright apologetic, if not shamed by their
- >previous behavior.
- >You weren't fully accepted yet, but they were working to get passed their prejudice.
- >Things were getting better every day.
- >”Anon?... I think I might need a hand preening…”
- >You toss the butt in the ash tray and head on inside, into the cottage you now call home.
- >”…I … I think I might need help with more than just preening…”
- >Things were getting much better.
- >”You might want to bring a bucket and a tool kit.”
- >What?
- “What’s going on?”
- >”I think the ceilings leaking.”
- “Is that code?”
- >”No, it’s actually leaking.”
- >Well it’s a start.
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