Anonymou/x/ in Equestria: Part 2

Anonymou/x/ in Equestria: Part 2

>you wake up to Pinkie shaking you
“Anonynonynonynony, wake up, we’re going to be late!” excitedly says the pink fuzzball
“What’s going ooon, why are you shaking me” you reply
“We’re going to be late, didn’t I tell you we had to leave early?” she says
>you were not a morning person
“Pinkie, I just woke up, I don’t even know what day it is…  How did you get into my place anyway?” you yawn
>she looks at the open door
>oh right, you kinda stopped locking it after a while
>it’s pretty much useless to have locks in P0nyville, it’s not like anyone’s going to attack you or steal your stuff
“Today’s the day we go camping to Granny Pie’s old cottage!” she squeaks, bursting with enthusiasm
>wait what
“Granny Pie’s cottawhat now?  You never said anything about a camping trip…”
>Pinkie ponders, looking up, then down to the left, then back up
“Oh right, I guess I forgot.  Oh well, get your stuff ready Anon, we have to go soon or we won’t get there by nightfall” she explains
>you scratch your head
“Come onnonny, pack your stuff!”
“But I have work tomor-
“I already booked you off, I think of everything” she proudly says
>you glare incomprehensibly at the mini horse that thinks of booking you off work before actually telling you that you’re going on a camping trip
>letting out an exasperated sigh, you grab some pants and pull them over your boxers, finding a shirt in a clean-ish laundry pile
>the ponyfolk aren’t too shy with clothing and stuff, walking around naked most of the time, so you don’t really care either
“I had to call in a few favors too, seems like Daisy didn’t show up this morning so they had a hard time reworking the schedules.  No biggie though, Auntie Pinkie has it all covered”
>you were like thirteen years older than her
“Ya know Pinkie, stuff like this is why you’re my best friend” you say, smiling warmly
>she rubs the side of her head on your ribs as you ruffle her already fuzzy mane
>a few minutes later, you stand with a duffel bag, an internal frame, short expedition pack and your favorite wide-brimmed hat
>lookin’ good
>after those paranormal exploration trips, you were fairly well equipped
>fuzzy bubble gum bounce equine looks at you with a bit of confusion, saying
“Anon, we’re going to the Pie’s old cottage, not the Everfree Forest”
>you notice Pinkie only has a little saddlebag
“Ummm…  Doesn’t hurt to be prepared?  Where are we going anyway?”
“The Everfree Forest, the Pies bought a bit of land there when rock mining boomed” she replies
>you twitch, head snapping lightly side to side as the lack of logic crashes your brain
>and this was why you hung out with the Pink
>stepping out of your pad with your best bud, you feel ready for an unexpected but welcomed camping trip
“Here comes Twilight and Rainbow!  This is going to be so much fun”
>oh sweet
>more good surprises
>this day just doesn’t stop getting better
>oddly enough, in all your time here in Equestria, you really had not gotten much bonding time with the rest of Pinkie’s friends
>everyone had their own lives and stuff, it was a bit of a shame
>this was a perfect opportunity for that to change
“Heya” greets the colorful pegasus
“Morning! Anon, it’s nice to see you again” cheerfully chirps in Twilight
>you wave hello
“Hey dude, how’s it hanging?”
“Pretty good, it’s nice to see you both too” you reply, trying to not be awkward
>Pinkie doesn’t give any of you the chance as awkward silences are impossible with her around
“Enough chatting, let’s get marching” she hollers happily
>she wasn’t kidding, you did have to make good time
>the Everfree wasn’t too bad during the day, there was enough light coming in through the dense brush that it made navigation relatively easy
>Twilight was getting some good practice with her magic by clearing a path
>Rainbow starts whispering in Pinkie’s ear and you see her nod mischievously
>there was trouble a-brewin’
>you walk up behind them, bending down and getting your head right above theirs
“What are you both scheming?” you whisper
“EEP!”
>Pinkie jumps, her head swiftly reaching ramming speed
>course set, destination; your jaw
>brace for impact
-crack-
>you fall to a knee, hands around your mouth
>that stung something fierce
>no teeth missing
“Owww…  Anon, you okay?” says Pinkie, rubbing the back of her head
“Mhhmnmhmhph” you mumble through the sick feeling in your teeth and gums
>meanwhile, Twilight’s horn is blazing, a small smile on her lips as she concentrates and parts the very trees in your way
>at least you won’t get separated easily
“Gee, Pinkie, you’re jumpy today…” comments Rainbow
>Pinkie recovers quickly as you chew nothing to limber your sore mouth
“Well I’m always jumpy, see?” she says, adopting her usual springy gait
>Dash just shakes her head at the party pone
“Seriously though, what were you both plotting back there?” you ask
“Oh, we just wanted to see if we could get a jump out of Twilight.  Looks like you beat us to it and got Pinkie…” she replies
>you think for a second and wave Pinkie over
“Oh, we can still get Twilight…  Okay, we just need to…  *whisper whisper*”


>you are Twilight and this was awesome
>who knew that hiking in the woods could be such a rigorous magical training session?
>you turn to ask Pinkie if you were still heading in the right direction
>you’d lost track a little
>you halt in your tracks
>there is nop0ny behind you
>you shake a bit of frustration off, thinking “but I just made a really clear path for you guys”
>more importantly, you needed to find them
“Rainbow?  Pinkie?” you yell
>nothing
“Anon?” you call out
“Anyone?”
>you double back, looking around for any sign
>darn Pinkie and Rainbow shouldn’t be hard to spot, it’s not like they’re camouflaged!
“Guys?”
>you’re starting to get a little nervous
>they were right behind you, where could they be?
>you look around
>thin rays of light come through the treetops, the rest is a dense, dark green maze of vines, trunks and underbrush
>your path is as clear as ever, but you still can’t see where they could have gone
>a branch cracks behind you
>you turn around and your body was not ready for the sight
>Pinkie, Anon and Rainbow are wrapped in vines, half-ingested by a massive carnivorous plant
>they are not moving
>no
>nope
>nope nope nope
“NOOOOOOOOOO, NOT LIKE THIS” you wail, jumping towards the massive plant’s gaping maw
“Hold on, I’m coming!” you say as your horn blazes
>you start pulling them out with your magic
>you hear them!
>you hear them struggling, they’re alive!
>suddenly they wrench free and tumble out in a heap
>laughing their heads off
>the carnivorous plant falls apart
>it was just Anon’s fluffy green synthetic sleeping bag with those pale, jagged leaves for teeth
>everything held together by a mess of vines


>you’re Anon, and you’re dying
“Noooo!  Not like thiiiis” you squeak out between bouts of uncontrollable laughter, imitating Twilight’s anguished cry
>oh she did not look like a happy camper right now
>you try to stop laughing but the more you attempt to control yourself, the angrier Twilight becomes and the funnier it gets
>she just trots off leaving you three to calm down
>you have trouble packing your sleeping bag back in but it was worth it
“We have to do that one again sometime” says Dash as she wipes tears from her face
>Twilight sighs in irritation and then seems to relax, chuckling a little
“I’ll admit, you guys got me well” she says, giving in
>she smiles coyly, and a shiver of foreboding runs down your collective spines
>uh oh
>you all knew you’d probably suffer the wrath of Twilight’s revenge
>continuing your journey, you take the lead to give Twilight a rest
>you’ve been waiting for this
>you produce a sheathed blade from your pack; a sirupate khukuri
>the Nepalese farming tool was something like a machete that had a lovechild with an axe
“WEEEEEE!!!” you exclaim, swinging away at the saplings and bushes in your way
>Rainbow turns to Pinkie and Twilight
“Anon sure does look happy when he’s got something sharp…” she says, a little unsettled
“Oh that’s just Anon, he always does this with sharp things” replies Pinkie, skipping without a care in the world
>the purple unicorn and blue pegasus exchange a concerned look, but shrug it off
>cutting is pretty hard work, but the forest air is nice and cool
>not too much sun beating down on you all helps a fair bit
>with the sun slowly setting in the horizon, you think you can see the cottage in a clearing through the brush
“We’re he~re” you say happily
>you take out a cloth from your pants pocket and wipe up the long, lighter profile khukuri
>you can’t help but rub it a few more times with the cloth, smiling at the pretty, polished metal
>Rainbow bumps you forward
“Come on Anon, let’s go…  Or do I need to leave you two alone?” she says cheekily, waving at your and the knifeaxemacheteprybar
>rolling your eyes, you hurriedly cross into the clearing
>the cottage looks like it’s been abandoned for years
>it’s a single story building but it’s a rather large log cabin
>roomy enough for more than three p0nies and a human
“This is going to be awesome, you never told me your folks’ old shack was this cool” says Dash, flying towards the cottage
>you had to admit, the cottage was really cool looking, even in its slightly decrepit state
>mostly just some flora growing all over it
>with a bit of TLC, this place would be totally baller
“Whew, glad we got here, all that magic practice was tiring” says Twilight, cantering towards the door
>the inside of the cottage is musty with dust but it doesn’t seem to have flooded or anything
>kitchen, living room, bathroom and two bedrooms
>all furnished modestly, but comfortably enough
>once you dusted the couch and table, anyway
>after a bit of cleaning up, you all relax, settling down
>Rainbow’s laying on a fluffy rug in the center of the room, you’re laying your head back on the couch and Pinkie’s bouncing around
>it’s how she relaxes
>Twilight’s getting the fireplace going; with nightfall comes a chilling breeze and it soon seeps into the cottage
>Pinkie throws a record on an ancient looking wind-up player in the corner of the living room

http://youtu.be/VS-YUmPeJe4?t=1m0s

>groovy
“So, what do we have planned for tonight?” you ask
“Well it’s been a long day, I was thinking of taking it easy tonight” say Twilight
“Yeah, this carpet is really comfortable”
“I guess we can party tomorrow” says Pinkie
>you gasp
>Rainbow’s head shoots up
>Twilight nearly jumps in the fire
>all eyes are on the fuschia hued fun-sized horse
>she looks at you all in turn
“What?” she says, like nothing’s wrong
>there is a nervous, tense silence as the hair stands on end at the back of your neck
“Are you feeling okay, Pinkie?”
“Sure am, I just can’t wait to break out these marshmallows I brought”
>you all relax
>it would have been simply too strange to see the Pinks just wave off a chance to party like that
>but with marshmallows and a cottage fireplace…
>everything was right with the world
“Nothing better than a cottage sleepover with marshmallows” sighs Twilight, stretching contently
“Ohhh, how about we turn all the lights off and tell each other scary stories, I have a bunch of really awesome ones” starts Rainbow, cocky grin on her face
>now this was more like it
>you grin in anticipation and shut off every light in the cottage
>pale starlight comes from the windows, only surpassed by the steady, crackling fireplace
>the cottage creaks and groans ever so gently as a strong, cold wind flows outside

[spoiler]To be played on low volume[/spoiler]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwG8mDnBUVY

“I like where this is going” you whisper
>Rainbow sticks out a hoof, grinning as much as you are
>she tells a story to start the mood
>you kind of hang your head as Pinkie and Twilight start shivering, their fright obvious
>Dash’s story was…  Cute
“I have one, it got a good reaction out of Applejack and Rarity” states Twilight
“If it scared Applejack, it must be good” replies the cyan birdpone, scooting down comfortably next to the fire
>you had to admit, Twilight could tell a story properly
>if it had been actually scary, you would have probably had some chills and maybe a jump or two
>the cloth over her head as she jumped up yelling “THE HEADLESS HORSE” was a nice touch
>Pinkie pokes you
“Anooo~n, you always talk of scary stories and creepy things you miss back on your world…  How about you tell us all one?  Come on, it’ll be fun!” she says
>you think for a few moments
>what could go wrong?
“I guess I could…  Let me think” you answer
>you lay your chin on your hand, spooling through the various old tales in your mind
>ah, this one would do
“Okay, I remember…  It was a long time ago, when I was still just a kid.  I used to be fearless.  I never jumped in fright or felt chills when walking in the dark, deep basements.” You start
>the story wasn’t too long, maybe five minutes or so
>but seeing your friends’ interested faces, you knew you had them hooked
“So I thought there was nothing to be afraid of, of course.  Sure, I was still scared of getting hurt or something; but I never used to be afraid of ghosts or spooky scary skeletons”
>you continue, building an eerie, doublefaced reality the original tale did so well
>slowly building on a dissonance of what could have been happening and what should be happening
>you weave the mental unknown of the dark motel, the moving shadows
>the p0nies listen with eyes wide, stiff with tension and terror
>across the last few paragraphs, you’ve been slowly speaking more and more quietly
“I slowly walked towards the exit, hoping I would finally escape the madness” you say, your voice low
“I pushed the door open and looked at the impossible room ahead of me, where the same, prim butler stood” you whisper
>three jaws slowly open before you, their immersion was absolute
>your whisper turning into a low, throaty rumble at the last words
“He simply said…  “Your room is ready.  It’s always been ready” as his mouth and eyes began to bleed” you finish
>Twilight starts crying
>Rainbow just twitches a few times and starts rocking back and forth
“Wow, that was the best story ever!” exclaims Pinkie, practically exploding with joy
>you’ve been friends with this bubbly mare for years and she still surprises you; this wasn’t usually the reaction you expected or received
>but it’s good she liked it
>you grimace at the two other fillies that seem to have taken the story a little harder
>shit, maybe you went too far
“Wasn’t that awesome?  Come on Rainbow!  Rainbow?”  says Pinkie
>the little pegasus is still rocking back and forth, staring at nothing in particular
“Twilight?  What’s wrong?”
>bookpone’s head is in her hooves as she shivers and sobs
>aw god damn it you fucked up
>Dash seems to snap out of it, slowly
“Ah…  Ha…  Ha ha…  Great s-s-story…” she says, still looking unfocused
>Pinkie cocks her head to the side
“You sure you’re okay, Dashie?  I’m getting worried about Twilight…  Maybe she liked the story too much and she likes it so much she can’t even say how much she liked it” hypothesizes the hoofed cotton candy
“Yeah, I’m okay…  I didn’t want to sleep tonight either way.  Or ever” replies the prismatic flight-prone pone
>you feel pretty bad
“Uhhh…  Sorry…  Maybe it wasn’t a story I should have told…” you say awkwardly
>way to burn the friendship bridge you were making with Pinkie’s best bros
>Twilight starts rubbing her face and stops sniffling
“It’s okay, I think it was just a little scary” she says
>Rainbow looks at her like she said “I hate books”
>before she has time to say anything, there is knocking at the door
>you notice this odd sound, apart from the low resounding groans of the cabin in the woods and the wind moving through the trees

[spoiler]standard volume[/spoiler]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfPL2B7Avo0
[spoiler]low volume[/spoiler]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIA-vwS890s

“I wonder who it is” says Pinkie, bouncing towards the door
>you strain your ears
>it’s like someone is talking
>like Twi and Dash, you’re puzzled
>why would there be anyone knocking at the door in the middle of the Everfree late at night?
“Pinkie, maybe you shouldn’t answer that” you say, whispering
>she stops
“Why not?  It might be Zecora” she says
>you wonder why Zecora would be out here
“Does Zecora know where the cottage is?  Did you invite her?” you ask
>she taps her chin with a hoof, pensive
“No, I guess not…”
>you grab your sirupate and peek out the nearest window
>you can’t exactly see outside in front of the door
“I’ll answer it…” you say
>it might be some poor lost p0ny or a tree branch hitting against the door, pushed by wind
>but regardless, you don’t want your friend to come under any danger, however minimal the risk
>you put your foot in front of the door as a doorstop and open it a little bit
>nothing but darkness
>you’re still hearing those sounds, like distant voices in the wind
>you close the door
“Must have been a bran-
>the living room is empty
>you are alone
“Guys?  Where did you all go?  You call out
>no reply
“Okay, you’re all trying to freak me out ‘cause of the scares I gave you all a bit ago, right?”
>the cabin is empty
>just the light crackling of the fire and the wind
>every time you try to concentrate on the whispering at the edge of your hearing, you seem to lose it
>it’s like the voices go away when you try to listen to them
>Twilight must be no stranger to giving p0nes the spooks
>she can teleport, she probably rounded up Pinkie and Rainbow Dash
>you check the bedroom
>empty
>second bedroom
>nobody there either
>you grab your flashlight and start shining it through the windows
>it’s rather powerful but all you see are trees
>the waiting game has begun
>you periodically look around for any of their shenanigans
>after an hour, you’re getting a little worried
>you open the door, flashlight in hand
“Okay, come on back, it’s getting late” you holler
>you start looking around
>you deserved this, they were definitely messing with you
>however, you’re unable to shake this nervous feeling
>you’re worried about them, it is dark out there
>Everfree Forest is also teeming with dangerous animals
>you hear noises inside the cottage
>rushing in, you just see a branch across the hall through the window, slamming against the side of the cabin
>you turn to go back outside
>your flashlight points instinctually and figures move around behind the trees
“Seriously, you’ll hurt yourselves out there.  Come on back” you yell
>you catch but glimpses of shapes, moving through the trees
>this was getting pretty freaky
“Twilight, Rainbow, Pinkie…  You can stop now, I’m scared okay?”
>you just see more figures
>half a dozen at least
>noises behind you again
>not the branch smacking, but more of a scratching sound
>you look behind you and see a nameless, faceless horror against the glass
>the whispering noises fill your ears and above them, all you can hear are hooves against hard wood
>disjointed, out of sync, stumbling hooves
>they were inside the cabin, coming in through the door you’d left open
>holes of black nothing for eyes and mouth
“FUCK ME”
>you cannot contain your panic
>you open the closest door
>second bedroom
>Rainbow Dash, Twilight sitting on the bed, looking away
“HOLY SHIT GUYS” you yell
>their heads turn on their shoulders, all the way around
“FUCK ME SIDEWAYS”
>you NOPE right the fuck out and jump in the empty bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you
>your thoughts race to the khukuri
>the single weapon you have
>it’s back in the living room
>you gasp in anger and fear
>you press your back against the door, bracing against imminent impacts
>impacts that never come
>white-knuckled, death-gripped against the log walls, back to the door
>you try to slow your breathing as you wonder why they aren’t trying to brake this thin wooden barrier down
>then you hear it
“Just come out, Anon”
“It’s much nicer out here”
“Come out of the bathroom”
“Anon…  It’s nicer with us, outside”
>A handful of voices, barely whispering
>All quietly asking you to leave your bathroom
“Why don’t you let us in?”
“Come out, it would be the right thing to do”
>you sink to the floor, still pressing the door closed with all your might
“Come on out, it’s okay”
“It’s so nice out here…”
“Anon, it’s really nice outside”
>you hold your hands against your head
>oh god what the fuck was going on
>you try to ask them to stop
>you yell for a while, covering up the pleading voices
>when you stop, you just hear them continue on, asking you to exit the washroom
“You can open the door, Anon…”
"Yeah, just come out"
>day two in the bathroom
>not a single second has passed without the whispering, gentle requests
“maybe it is nicer outside…”

/x/ End.