Glimglam doth Flimflam the Green Man(6)

Last time on GGdFFtGM…

>”Anon, what is wrong with you!?”
>”I can hear them singing… The Stars… It’s so beautiful~!”
>”We can’t save them, the alien has reached their brains.”
>”FOR THE DARK GODS!”
>”If we’re gonna get through this, you need to put on that hat.”
>”…We gotta go back to Space…”

And now, the thrilling conclusion.

>Be Anonymous
>This is going against everything you stand for.
>Letting this… Small…. Despicable… HORSE INTO YOUR—!
>NO, this is what needs to be done.
>Crystal clear transparency.
>Thats what you promised.
>It’s what you’ll deliver.
>All in the name of Evil.
>”I’ve been in your house before, Anon. Why are we here?”
“But you never been to my home.”
>Both of you are standing before the wood-plank shack that has stood above your house.
“Excuse my reach…”
>”What’re you—!?”
>You hold Glimmer over your head like she’s Mufasa’s golden child.
“A Glimglam Is Fine Too!”
>You can’t see it, but you know that she’s trying to decipher what that means.
>(She’s probably got that BSOD look you think’s cute.)
>[Die in a fire.]
>The earth shakes, the sound of massive machinery shifts.
>You put the purple pony down on the ground.
>(Aww, look, she’s still processing.)
>[Yes-yes, its adorable.]
>The rumbling stops and you start walking.
“You coming?”

>Be Starlight
>Anon invited you to his home.
“Why did you pick me up and say that… thing?”
>”Because if I tried to bring you down without having said that… Uh… Oosh…”
“I’m waiting, Anon.”
>”...Imagine all life stopping as every molecule in your body explodes at the speed of light.”
>That…
>That definitely put the Fear in you.
>How many times did you come here not knowing just how close to death you were?
“Why do you hate me so much?”
>”Not just you.”
“Who else?”
>Anon groans.
>”The only being it didn’t register as an intruder was me. Now it recognizes you as friendly.”
“Do I even want to know how it does that?”
>”…Is it wise to stare into the eyes of Cthulhu?”
>The world darkens for a second, like as if the light of the world dimmed for an instance.
>You enter the wooden shack with Anon.
>Nothing’s changed from what you can see.
>The alien objects he owned are still scattered about the living room.
“So this is your home? Wow, it looks just like your shack.”
>”Yeah, keep chuckling. We’ll see how your insipid little— Ahem, my home is beneath all this.”
“That so?”
>”Yeah, this is my attic. For the many months we’ve known each other, you and your friends have only seen my attic. Revel in that factoid.”
>It is at this moment that a large, metal tube decorated with some sort of alien skull on top raises from the floor.
>Kinda creepy.
“Dare I ask what that is?”
>”Obvious joke aside, an elevator. Why?”
“Never seen such a thing before.”
>The lower jaw(?) opens, revealing a carpeted floor.
“Obvious joke?”
>”The fact you are asking means you are too pure to know. I’m trying to be good guy, don’t make me taint your innocence with vulgarity.”
>Guess yesterday didn’t happen.
>Just as well, if you’re giving him a chance to redeem himself it might as well as be with a clean slate.
>Anon motions for you to join him on the elevator.
>”Besides, you trying to tell me you never been to Las Pegasus?”
“Can’t say that I have.”
>”Yeesh, I know you’re friends with Maud, but did you seriously live under a rock for most of your life? Like, did you not even go with your parents?”
“No, I was busy trying to build the skills and resources needed to run a commune. You know, after my childhood friend left for magic school… Jerk.”
>”Tell you what, next time the town goes all Opposite Day and everyone starts acting like good ol’ self-centered misanthropes, I’ll take ya.”
“…Wait, is that where you were when Queen Chrysalis attacked?”
>Unfortunately, you would never know the answer to that question, because of what you saw as the elevator descended into Anon’s Home.
>It was a massive complex, made entirely out of metal and concrete, and totally automated.
>As breathtaking as this industrial marvel was, the thing that made your brain have to do a double take was this colossal, bipedal machine.
>It was easily 10 meters tall, it had these… metal protrusions coming off the arms and shoulders, and its head was that same alien skull.
>Actually, all of the buildings and constructs in this underground have this skull somewhere on them.
“Whats… with the skull?”
>”Humans typically decorate things with images of death when trying to convey that something is dangerous or intended to do massive harm.”
“So… everything here is meant to hurt ponies?”
>”Nah, I just love skulls. Makes everything look really ominous and awesome.”
>That is morbid and disturbing.
>You wonder what you would’ve thought if you saw all this before yesterday.
>Actually, you already know.
>Anon’s other clothes, his ‘Hardsuit’ as he calls it, is COVERED in skulls.
>And you thought it was cute.
“What. Is. That?”
>”That’s the surprise I was talking about.”
“O-okay, but what is it?”
>”Technically, its a dated piece of tech called a Sukutamu. But I retrofitted that sucker with some heavier firepower, gave it a rockin’ paint job, and christened her 'Metal Head.’ She’s my baby~.”
>His eyes are hearts and you are struggling to remain standing still.
>This thing is incomprehensible.
“What… What do you mean by heavier firepower?”
>”Typically, a Sukutamu is equipped with a bazooka and a physical shield. Pretty good for deterring anything smaller than an AC, but almost useless against anything faster than a foot soldier. I gave her a gatling gun, couple missile launchers, a beam sword, and a physical shield.”
>There are no words for what you are feeling right now.
“… You were going to surprise me with that thing.”
>”Yeah.”
“Would it be more appropriate to replace ‘surprise’ with ‘ambush’?”
>”Yyyeah…”
>There’s about a thousand emotions cycling through your head.
“You were going to try to kill me with this weapon born of steel and wrath."
>Inexplicable Elation is what is chosen.
“That is quite possibly the most AWESOME THING I’VE EVER HEARD!”
>For whatever reason, the idea that Anon had resurrected this nightmare of a machine just to put an end to you makes you feel happy…
>Validated for some reason.
>Like, someone recognizes you for being so powerful that they feel the need to have that much of a force of destruction just to have the confidence to face you one-on-one.
>It all makes sense now…
>Anon was afraid of you, thats why he did all those things.
>Actually, Anon’s afraid of all ponies by that logic.
>He is an alien…
>He’s the only one of his kind…
>You were probably the only pony trying to make the effort to be his friend.
>”Come with me, as much fun as it is waxing my ego, there’s a reason I brought you down here.”
>You follow Anon to the innermost chamber of this complex.

>Be Anon
>(You want me to take control at this point? You get kinda unstable when you see… You.)
>…Yeah.
>Alright, I’ll handle this part.
>[You can live one more day… I guess.]
>Alright, now that the Tsundere's resting, you can get to work.
“So, bit of a head’s up, this is gonna get heavy.”
>”Whats that supposed to mean?”
“You wanted to know me, well you should probably meet me.”

>Be Glimmy
>You’re shocked speechless.
>You were at a loss for words with the giant robot, but this…
>Okay, its a desiccated body in a glass tube.
“Who… who is that?”
>”That is the original Anonymous.”
“What… does that mean?”
>Anon(?) leans against the sarcophagus.
>”So a long time ago, back when the world was young, an alien found himself on a world full of pastel, magic ponies and fantastical monsters. This alien was the only of his kind on this bizarro world, sure there were these weird, off-shoots that resembled humans, even a little girl who mind-controlled ponies into being her friends, but there was something off about all of them. Like they were evolutionary dead-ends. Anyways, your favorite alien: Anon wandered the world having adventures, and so on, blah-blah-blah. The big thing, at some point Anonymous decided that he didn’t want to just disappear when he died. Enter: this crime against nature~!”
>Anon gestures to a large, metallic… thing.
>The inside of it looks like the product of the union of an Iron Maiden and a Chemical Processor, but made of flesh.
>”That thing is the reason I am here and why you even know who I am.”