Anon Vs. Adoption 6

>Be Anon
>Waking up, again
>But this time it's because of a very loud bell giving you a wake up call
“Ah Fuck!”
>It startled you so bad you fell off the bed
>Quick barely managed to stifle a giggle behind her hooves
>”You get used to it, it goes off every morning like that”
“Great”
>All the other fillies in the dormitory make there way out
>”Do you think we should shower or get breakfast first”
“Shower first, my manes even messier than usual and I'm pretty sure you drooled on me in your sleep”
>”Oh no I'm so sorry! It won't happen again I swear!”
“S'fine, lets get going”
>The showers here are basically just prison showers but with more hair care products
>You pick a random shower head and turn the knob
>After burning the shit out of yourself and freezing yourself a couple times you find a decent water temperature
>You take one of the bottles of shampoo on on of the shelf's on the wall and start scrubbing
>Yesterday you basically just sat under running water for 5 minutes and called it good so your fur was really matted and not cooperating
>You manage to find a shower comb and get most of the tangles out of your mane, tail and fur
>Maybe you could shave it off so you wouldn't have to upkeep it?
>Later
>For now you dry yourself off with a towel and wait for Quick to finish showering
>Fortunately she doesn't take too long
>As soon as she sees you she does a double take
>”Your going to go all day looking like THAT?”
“Umm... yeah?”
>”You look like you went through a tornado!”
“Cool, lets go get some food”
>”Nuh uh, you're my friend and friends don't let friends start their day looking like that. Lemme brush you”
“But I don't really care about how I look”
>”You don't have to get all prettied up or anything silly, but your mane and coat need some attention. Just look in a mirror”
>You look in a nearby convenient mirror
>Okay yeah you might need to do something about that, if only because you don't want it to get caught on something
“Eugh....fine”
>With a happy squeal Quick runs off to get a brush
>What did you agree to?
>She quickly returns
>Her name fits you guess
>”Okay now hold still, I'm getting your mane first”
“Ow fuck that hurts!”
>”Oh don't be a foal about it, it'll be a lot more pleasant after I get all the knots out”
>How does she talk with a brush in her mouth?
>It's an earth pony thing probably
>But she was right, after a bit of pain it starts to feel quite pleasant
>Then she does a quick brush of your torso
“This is getting kinda awkward”
>”What makes you say that?”
“...Never mind, just make it quick please”
>”Okay!”
>She starts brushing as fast as she can
>Shitbadthingtotellthefastfilly
“Okay ow not that fast! You're tearing out my fur!”
>”Oh, heh. Sorry”
>She goes back to a more moderate pace
>After about 5 more minutes if brushing she finally finishes
“Okay can we go get breakfast now?”
>”Yup, lets go”
>You and Quick go to the cafeteria together and gab some breakfast
>Today it's eggs and something called hay-bacon
>It tastes almost like bacon, but not quite as good
>You sit at an empty table with Quick following you
>After eating a bit you decide to get some answers
“So, about last night”
>”Oh, I'm sorry I woke you up like that”
“Nah, it's fine. We all have our highs and lows, and you were clearly at a low point. So what made you feel that way?”
>”Well it started after you left class a bit early yesterday”

>Be Quick Serve
>Be yesterday in class
>>”Oh, well... since you're all done with your test you can go to recess now”
>“Okay, seeya tomorrow”
>And without another word Anon leaves class
>Your still not sure if Anon is cool, or just weird
>either way she is your friend though
>You re-focus on your test
>it's not too difficult, although you forgot what shape a ball was called
>3-d shapes had such weird names sometimes
>When you finish you turn in your test
>Miss teacher doesn't even look up from whatever she was doing as you turn to leave
>>”Oh by the way Quick Serve, you are to report to conference room 2 directly after class”
>Conference room?
>That was only for when some ponies were considering adoption and wanted to talk to everypony at the same time
>You were going to get adopted for sure!
>You run as fast as you can to the conference room
>You catch your breath just outside to door and put on your best cute smile as you enter
>Inside are your potential parents Cream Dream and Lemon Sherbet, Mistress Strict Rules and... Lunch Pail?
>She was that mean filly that always stole everyponies lunch!
>”I was told to come here?”
>Everpony looks at you with various expressions
>Sherbet and Cream with pity, Strict with annoyance and Lunch with smugness
>Strict answers your question
>”Your presence is no longer required”
“But I thought that Cream and Sherbet wanted to talk to me, maybe even about getting adopted”
>Sherbet answers you this time
>”Well we did, then we met darling Lunch Pail here. Cream and I think she's a better fit for us”
>Cream adds
>>”Plus neither of us really care for tennis really, you just looked so sad yesterday we played with you”
>”We're sorry to get your hopes up, but I just don't think your for us”
“Oh, Okay”
>Ears and tail drooping, you leave to go  the playground
>You look around for your tennis ball, playing tennis always made you feel better
>You can't find it
>You could find all the rackets, but your only tennis ball was missing
>You spend a long time looking everywhere for it
>After you give up you go outside the front door, maybe you left it here the other day and forgot?
>It looks like Cream and Sherbet have left for today
>With Lunch Pail
>Lunch Pail is out of the barrier! She got adopted!
>As she looks back at the orphanage, she notices you looking at her
>With an evil smile she pulls something out of her mane!
>Your tennis ball!
>She throws it out into the busy street
>You can only watch as  your ball gets run over by passing traffic
>Several times
>Your ball is nothing more than some mangled pancake of rubber and felt
>Your favorite ball
>The only tennis ball in the entire orphanage
>Gone
“Noo!”
>You run to get the remains of your ball
>Maybe it can be fixed?
>You are stopped by the barrier
>And now your snout really hurts
>Lunch Pail and her new parents are now gone
>Defeated, you decide to just go to bed early
>As you walk past the lunchroom
>”Where do you think you're going young lady?”
>It was one of the lunch mares that cook here
“I'm just going to my room ma'am”
>”Did you forget what day it is?”
“Uh, Wednesday?”
>”Right, and what is Wednesday?”
>Was this a surprise test or something?
“After Tuesday?”
>”Well yes, but it's also your day to help clean the kitchen!”
>Oh, you must have forgotten to look up the chore schedule for this week
>”Come now, there are is work to be done, if you're lucky you might even be done in time for bed”
>Doing dishes is literally your least favorite thing, even worse than Strict Rules monthly personal cleanliness inspections
>Those were always really uncomfortable and weird
>And nopony else seemed to have to do them
>Doing nothing but cleaning dishes for hours is really tiring and boring
>You manage to finish just as the lights out bell goes off
>Exhausted you slowly trot  to your bed
>Some other fillies are gossiping close to you as you try to sleep
>”did you hear? Lunch Pail got adopted!”
>>”I know right? Who would ever want her?”
>”I also heard the parents were going to adopt some other filly but changed their minds at the last minute”
>>”Where'd you hear that?”
>”Lunch Pail herself as she was leaving!”
>>”Wow, that has to hurt, knowing ponies would pick friggin' LUNCH Pail over you”
>”Yeah, did you also hear about-”
>At this point you stopped listening
>You try not to cry
>You manage to, for awhile
>The you can't anymore
>You try to at least be quiet about it, you don't want to get made fun of for crying again
>You know the rest

>Be Anon
>Quick Serve just finished her story
“Jeez, Lunch pail was a real cunt and those ponies were idiots for not picking you”
>”Yeah”
“I'm going to hug you now”
>”Okay”
>You don't even know how to feel about the cleanliness inspection thing
>But something fucked up is going on

>And you were going to find out eventually
>For now you had a friend to help
“Hey do you wanna play with me after class today?
>”Yeah! But what are we going to play? I don't have a tennis ball anymore”
“Well I just joined the boardgame club, and I was going to try and start an Oubliettes and Ogres campaign, wanna help?”
>”I don't know Anon, I've never played before”
“Don't worry I an help you, and the other fillies seem nice enough”
>”Well I guess I can give it a shot”
“That's the spirit! Now I think its almost time for class to start”
>”Well, no use just sitting here then!”
“Well actually I'm going to make a little detour”
>”Seeya there”

>Kindergarten: Day 2
>Still boring
>Fortunately you snuck a book in from the library
>'Sourcery' you thought it was a magic book at first but it's actually a pretty good, if kind of good fantasy fiction comedy
>Way better than listen to Miss Chalkboard drone on
>She gave you all the classwork but otherwise didn't bother you
>She probably couldn't be bothered to try and get you involved
>Which suits you just fine
>With a book to occupy yourself class seems to pass by pretty quickly
>Because the next thing you notice is the lunch bell going off
>Cool, you could get the OaO rulebook to go over it with Quick during lunch
>You dash out to receive said rulebook
>It's still there on the table in the game room where you left it yesterday
>Book safely secured in your mane somehow you walk back to meet up with Quick
>As you walk towards the cafeteria you pass by Summers office
>You might as well pop in and let her know about the club you joined, plus she was the only staff member here that actually cared about the fillies that lived here
>As start to open her office door you're stopped by the screaming match within
>You keep the door open just a crack so you can listen in
>Oooh this has to be something good
>”We have to go to the authorities about this!”
>>”You can't possibly think that would accomplish anything good!”
>It seemed to be between Summer and some unknown stallion
>”Well I can't just go and ignore this! Strict has gone too far!”
>>”Yes you can and WILL ignore this! You don't have a say in this”
>Jeez what a douche
>”You and Strict are selling foal pornography! I saw what was on that crystal and it makes me sick!”
>>”You had no right to use that crystal!”
>And he's a pedophile
>”And you no right to sell it, the law is pretty clear about that”
>>”Listen I really don't want any trouble lady, but if you don't hoof over that Celestia damned crystal to me right now I swear I'll make you wish you did”
>“Are you threatening me?”
>>”Yup, now give it here or your pretty face won't be so pretty anymore. And it might wind up in several different trashcans later”
>”I just want you to know I hate you”
>You hear something slam on a desk
>>”I know and I don't care”
>He sounds like he's making his way out better move!
>You walk several steps backwards and act like you're just passing through
>The stallion exits Summers office
>He's a scraggly looking gray unicorn with a vomit close-cropped green mane
>As he walks past you you see him look at you with a really creepy smirk
>You instinctively place your tail between your legs but otherwise try to ignore him
>Well that happened
>At least you found your scandal
>Not what you were hoping for really but beggars can't be choosers
>You go to lunch as if nothing happened
>There was nothing you could really do about it right now
>You could do something about it later, right now you were hungry and wanted to talk about nerd stuff to Quick
>You get your food from the surly lunch mares and sit next to Quick Serve
>You got a hayburger because it looked way better than that veggie lasagna
>Christ though, Strict sold CP?
>You knew she was a real bitch, but a creep too?
>Maybe you could get evidence and hand it to Summer?
>Strict's room was really poorly guarded it shouldn't be too difficult
>You just needed a few supplies
>Sneaking supplies
>And something to defend yourself with just in case
>Like a pocket knife or something
>You eat slowly as you think all this over
>”So what's Obloots and Orgies?”
>You nearly choke on your hayburger
“pff hah!.... oh my god Quick that was hilarious!”
>”What I say?
“You uh.... never mind forget it. Its called  Oubliettes and Ogres, or just OaO for short”
>You delve into a basic description of how it works, like about what all the different classes could do and how each adventure was unique
>”I don't know Anon, that sounds like a lot of math just to play pretend”
“It's nothing too complicated, and I'll be doing most of the math myself anyway as the DM”
>”Well okay, can I be a cleric?”
“Sure, you can be whatever you want really”
>”Can I use a tennis racket as a weapon?”
“If you find one I don't see why not, it probably wont do much damage though”
>”Anon have you ever been hit with a tennis racket before”
“Can't say that I have”
>”Then trust me on this, it really really hurts! It should hurt at least as much as other weapons”
“What would the modifier even be?”
>”Dexterity definitely,  all the strength you put behind a swing won't ever do you any good if it's angled poorly”
“I'll defer to your judgment on it”
>”Good, it's all I'm good for”
“What makes you say something like that?”
>Quick loses her usual happy demeanor
>”Well your cutie mark is what makes you, well you. If my cutie mark is about tennis it's all I'll ever be good for”
“That's dumb”
>”Huh?”
“Don't let a picture on your butt define you, you can do anything you want.”
>”But a cutie mark shows your destiny Anon, you can't just fight it”
“Screw destiny! The future isn't written in stone and a cutie mark isn't going to tell you what to do if you don't want to”
>”You really think so?”
“I know so, if you don't feel like playing tennis, why play?”
>”You know what, I don't wanna play tennis! Tennis is fun to play with friends sometimes but I don't just have to play tennis all the time!”
“That's the spirit! Now back to OaO
>”Okay!”
>With renewed vigor you and Quick serve delve over the rulebook


>Be Anon
>Lunch was spent entirely talking about OaO
>Quick seemed like she would have fun with it
>But alas
>All good things must come to an end
>So here you are
>In class
>Bored again, you had already finished the book you got from the library
>Currently the teacher was talking about days of the week and how to read a calendar
>Turns out they still use a Gregorian calendar oddly enough
>You don't want to question it
>Just as you're about to fall asleep at your desk you hear a P.A announcement
>”Anonymous to conference room 2”
>This place has a P.A system?
>Oh shit it was talking to you
>Miss Teacher pony felt the need to address you
>”You heard the announcement, off you go Anon. The conference rooms are just down the hall on the left”
>What the hell was this about?
>You look over to Quick, who is sitting next to you
>She just looks at you sadly, then motions for you to get a move on
>Wait was she sad that you were in trouble or something?
>You make your exit
>The room isn't hard to find
“Welp, let's see what fresh hell awaits”
>Inside was that couple from yesterday
>And some unicorn you don't recognize

>You go in and take a seat across from the couple
“So...Why am I hear?”
>”We just wanted to get to know you better before we adopt you”
>The fuck
“Uh what?”
>”I know it seems a bit quick but I-I mean we have already decided to adopt you”
>>”Quite”
>That stallion has such a way with words
>Well at least they're being forward about it
“Nah”
>”What?”
“I'm good here, I don't want to be adopted”
>You make to leave the room
>The door is locked
>”It's rude to leave when you're in a conversation deary”
>Oh no
“I'm done talking and I'm perfectly fine with you thinking I am rude”
>”We really just want to get to know you”
“I thought I made myself clear yesterday when I didn't show up at the cafeteria. I don't want to talk to you two”
>You point to the unicorn in the corner
“And who the hell is that guy!?”
>He hasn't said anything but he's been staring at you the whole time
>It was pretty creepy
>”Oh that's Doctor Calm Mind”
“Why's he here?”
>”To see if you were a good candidate to get a mind wipe”

“What's he even looking for for that?
>>>”You wouldn't understand”
>Oh hey look he can talk
>>>”Mind wipe spells are complicated and I wanted to make sure you had the cognitive strength to handle it”
>You don't want your mind wiped
“I don't want my mind wiped you assholes I got shit to do!”
>”Don't fight it deary it's for the best”
“Quit calling me deary you stupid cunt!”
>You probably should try to be nicer to the ponies who threatened to wipe your mind
>If that was even possible
>”Well I never!”
>>”You take that back right now young lady!”
“No! Now let me out! You can tell on me or whatever but I'm not going to be adopted by you and I'm certainly not going to get a 'mind wipe'”
>You try to open the door by force
>Being an earth pony has to be good for something right?
>Wrong, its a really solid wooden door and you can't open it
>”Well it's happening one way or another whether you like it or not
>You turn around to argue with her
>You notice Calm Mind's horn starts glowing
>You try to run and hide but the couple has moved to hold you down
>You manage to punch the mare in the jaw before she grabs you but the stallion manages to grab you from behind while you're focused on hitting her
>He's an earth pony too and you can't escape his grasp
“Lemme go you dick!”
>>”I'm sorry honey but we'll all be happier for this”
>The unicorn is now right in your face, horn aglow
>>>”Now hold still”
“No fuck you!”
>The mare seems to have regained her composure and holds your head still
>>”Don't worry Deary, after this you'll be mommy's perfect little angel!”
“Screw you all!”
>A beam of light hits you in the face



>Be.....who were you again?
>Oh right you were Anonymous
>Duh
>How could you ever forget that?
>You were lying down on something rather comfy
>You open your eyes and discover you are currently in one of the orphanages infirmary beds
>The small corner you were in was curtained off but you remembered this place well enough to recognize it
>There must be something that notifies ponies when somebody wakes up here because a mare come in pretty quickly
>”Are you ready to go home with Mommy?”
>Oh hey it was that one mare that tried to erase your memory
>She gets in close to pick you up
>You punch her as hard as you can in her already black eye
“Fuck you bitch you ain't my mom”