Anon X rarity thing?

>With your Wooden sword in hand you begin to charge at the cardboard dragon.
>Jumping forward you bring the sword down on the 'beast' causing it to fall over
>Stepping on the dragon you plunge your sword into its chest.
“The best is slain!” You cheer
>”My hero!” A white unicorn tackles you causing both of you to roll down the hill giggling.
>Reaching the bottom both of you continue giggling as you look up at the sky.
>After the giggling dies down you muster up the courage to talk.
“Hey Rarity, we'll always be friends right?”
>”Of course, why?”
>Your heart begins to hammer against your chest as if it wanted to burst out.
>Taking a deep breath you begin to talk
“I was wondering if maybe-” Your interrupt by your parents calling for you
>”Anonymous its time for dinner!”
>Just after that you hear Rarity's parents echoing yours calling her to come home.
“Oh no, time to go!” You pick up half of your mess while Rarity picks up her half in a wagon.
>Both of your say your goodbyes before hurrying home.

>Next day, you are Rarity.
>Waking up you begin the small amount of chores your parents asked you to help with.
>After eating lunch you ask the same question you've asked for a couple years
“Can I go play Anonymous?!”
>Time seems to stop as they both look at each other.
>Your mother goes first.
>”uh of course...” she trails off looking at your father.
>Your father goes to say something but to excited you rush out of the house.



>First thing you do is head to the park where you wait for Anonymous.
>What felt like hours you decided to go search for Anonymous.
>In truth you only waited a minute or two.
>Deciding the best place to look first would be his house.
>Trotting over there you take note of the stuff being thrown in the yard from the second story window along side some swearing.
>Worry sinks in but the stuff being thrown out doesn't look like Anon's.
>Up the few steps you knock on the door.
>Hearing hoofsteps moving from upstairs to downstairs the door opens to Anonymous's adoptive father.
>”What.” he says annoyed
“Can Anonymous come outside to play please?”
>You flinch at the anger that flows through him.
>”Hes not here anymore, his 'mother' the horse took him and ran.”
>Heart skipping a beat.
“W-will he be coming back?”
>”Listen, I have a lot of things I need to take care of, I don't know where they are or care anymore.” with nothing else he closes the door in your face.
>you don't remember the run back.
>You find yourself crying in your room.
>Parents trying to calm you down.
>you can barely remember asking “why did he have to leave” repeatedly before falling asleep.



>Years later, you are Anonymous.
>You are beginning to have regrets about this.
>As you step off the train you take a deep breath.
>Ponyville.
>Stepping into town several ponies take notice of you but seem to continue going on with there day.
“Excuse me, sir.” you stop a stallion.
“This would be easier if I had a picture but have you heard of a pony named Rarity?”
>”Of course! She lives down there on the left.” The stallion points down the street across from you.
“H-holy shit.” in your excitement you end up walking away from the stallion with out even thanking him or asking him for more information.
>Walking down the road you start to regret not asking for more information.
>Seeing a purple pony down the street a bit you pick up the pace and call out to them.
>As they stop you take note of there feature, unicorn with wings, interesting.
“Excuse me, I'm looking for a friend but all I have to follow is a name, do you know anyone named Rarity.”
>”Oh! Yes she lives right there.” the mare points to a building with her wing.
>Looking at the building your heart skips a beat.
>You remember to thank the mare before walking over to the building.
>Reaching the door your hesitant, you followed this name for a year to try and find her, what if its not her...
>Before you could even think about backing out you're knocking on the door.
>Because of your nervousness shivers run down your spine causing you to cup your hands and blow into them to heat up.
>Its not even remotely cold out.
>The door opens
>”Hello?” A voice answers

>It was her!
>The same mane and white coat! She even got her cutie mark!
>But something was off, she wasn't reacting, just eying you up and down.
“U-uh Rarity?” you ask as you slide your bag off your shoulder.
>”Yes?” You could hear the confusion in her voice
>Opening the bag you pull out the silly wooden sword you manage to hold onto for so many years
“It's me Anonymous, do you remember me?”
>Showing her the sword she takes it from your grasp with her magic.
>You saw her twitch, after that she looked around.
>”A-Anonymous! Come in come in!”
>You waste no time in gathering your things and heading inside.