AiE: Twilight's Secret

> You are Anon, the first and only of your kind in this fairytale land of bright colors and magic.
> The memories of where you came from and earth in general were pretty clear, but your past remined cloudy.
> Some times you feel like you remember when you dream about it, but it's difficult to separate the dream from the truth.
> What you do remember is your less than warm welcoming courtesy of the Royal Guards.
> What a rude awakening that was.
> It was like rolling out of bed from the worst hangover you ever had.
>You recall when your eyes first opened  affixing to a rather beautiful blue sky's embrace with some light fluffy clouds here and there.
>The soft soil and lush green grass cradled your sore body.
> A fresh scent of clean air entering your sense of smell.
> You moved slightly but found your body to be somewhat uncooperative from some pain.
> Before there was time to admire any of the breath taking scenery, orders were barked "BY ORDER OF THE ROYAL GUARD DO NOT MOVE BEAST. YOU WILL COMPLY AND SURRENDER OR YOU WILL MEET YOUR END WHERE YOU LIE"
>Beast?
> In shock, you offered no resistance or fight of any kind as these armed golden armored ponies closed in on you.
> Even the ability to speak seemed to have left you as you tried to comprehend exactly what was going on, or where you were for that matter.
> For whatever reason you ended up practically knocked out and bound by some jittery, winged, blue maned rookie.
> The sound of him being reprimanded was still clear in your ears as you were teetering on the line of consciousness.
> "Damnit Flash, no order was given to engage him, you put us all at risk by acting out like that. You've only been here a few weeks and your really pushing your luck. I don't care who you know!"
> Fucking rookie...
>After you were satisfactorily secured you were brought to a canterlot dungeon to determine if you were a threat.
> Princesses Luna and Celestia would often question you while you were detained.
> Luna more so.
> She seemed to have more time running things at night.
> "We are able to peer into your dreams where we will be better able to determine your intentions in our lands." She explained
> "We assume thou will be willing to comply with this simple request to provide proof and ease of mind to the Royals and residents of our land."
> Looking around you wonder who the "we" she keeps talking about is since she's the only one there.
"Look I told all of you I don't know why I'm here. I didn't intend to be here. I have no intentions."
> Walking forward you place your hands and forhead against the cold bars, the chains of your shackles clanking against it.
"But whatever it is you want me to do to prove I'm not here to hurt anyone is fine by me."
> She raised an eyebrow at your term "anyone".
> "We are most pleased to hear your voluntary compliance."
> You spent several weeks  in there somewhat well taken care of.
> Though you know you slept, you do not recall dreaming.
> At the end of it all you guess you understood the hostility and imagined how much harder it would be for one of them if the roles were reversed.
> But that was a few years ago. [Fast forward]
> Things have taken some quite interesting turns since then
> You sit in Sugar Cube Corner sipping your coffee staring idly out of the window watching the vibrant life take place outside as you reminisce your arrival.
> Although snow partially coated the scenery, colorful ponies still were out and about.
> Some carrying bags, some wearing scarfs beanies and ear muffs.
> The mug warms your hands as you observe a snowball fight beginning to break out not far from the glass.
> You smile slightly at the sight of it.
> Everything considered,  you were happy with this new life.
> It was a chance to truly be your self.
> No more pretending,  no more being what you thought you had to be, or living up to standards of others.
> You were yourself, and it was liberating.
> After Princesses Luna and Celestia deemed you a non threat and in fact a potential asset to their kingdom, the over all population grew somewhat accepting and curious of you.
> Which included your now wife, the Princess herself Twilight Sparkle.
> It was so strange at first.
> She would bombard you with questions about where you were from, and you answered as well as your memories allowed.
> For the most part everything was strangely similar, minus the pony puns.
> Manehattan, Phillydelphia? Ha..
> Eventually the questioning ceased to be about your planet and more personal.
> You almost felt like they were hints that she would hope that you would pick up on.
> You recall some.
~~~~
> Twilight would act like she is taking notes down on her yellow stained scroll with an over the top quill pen.
> With a small blush while trying to keep it professional. "S-so Anon... what type of qualities do you look for in a special some pony?"
> Arching your eyebrow you lean your elbows on the desk as she is now averting your gaze by looking into her book.
"Is this still for your "background investigation" of me or is that a personal question?"
> A small grin crosses your lips and you can sense her nervousness
> She levatates her quill up trying to maintain a professional air. "This could be useful information Anon! We don't know a thing about you or your kind! "
> You lean back crossing your arms
"Ya uh huh."
> Her cheeks redden a little more.
> Deciding that's enough torment on her for now you ease up
> Going out on a limb, you decide you had enough of the interview atmosphere and take a shot in the dark to ask her to dinner to further discuss.
> To be perfectly honest you did enjoy spending the time with her and answering her... strange questions but were somewhat dismayed with the interview interrogation feel to it.
> Like, what are the sleeping patterns of an adult human.
> Do you hibernate?..
> What does your diet consist of?
> You need out of this science experiment setting.
> Fuck it here we go
"I tell you what."
> You casually sit up gaining her relaxed attention
"You have been asking me all the questions, and I still want to know so much more about this place.. and you..  Soo.. I was thinking how about you let me take you out to dinner and we can have a nice discussion and get to know each other outside of the library interview sessions."
>Remembering the deep red blush that overtook her cheeks still brought a smile to your face when you thought about it.
> You were able to have more of a conversation rather than an interview from that point.
>Your interviews turned to dates which turned into more dates.
> You genuinely enjoyed spending time with her.
>Her slight social awkwardness was adorable to you, and you admired her intellect and devotion to her friends.
> Her friends became your own as well, quickly and early on.
>You helped during busy seasons at Sweet Apple Acres to earn your temporary housing at the time after your arrival, and because of that you consider the apple family to be like your own.
>They were the first to give you a shot and you realize the gamble they took employing and housing the first creature of its kind on and in there property.
>Big Mac became your bro and occasional drinking partner.
> Nothing like some Apple Jackdaniels fresh from the source.
>Of the friends you were probably closest with Apple Jack because of the chance she gave you and the time you spent with her and her family.
> You helped when you could and where you could.
>With deliveries at Sugar Cube Corner.
> Helping  Ponk set up parties
>Rarity used you as a model for her bipedal chic lines, which got you widely acknowledged.
> You were a regular Calvin Kolt model because of her.
>With your help Flutters was able to open a pet shelter and adoption center that specialized in optimal owner/ pet pairing.
>Dash was basically your gym partner/trainer, over all bro and both confided in eachother.
> She gave you tips on how to deal with Twilight here and there.
> Her likes and dislikes.
>You were a new and welcomed addition to Twilight's closest circle.
>The past two years with Twilight were like no other.
>Two and a half if you count the dating, which some portion you learned was for her own research.
~~~~~
>Your train of thought is disrupted by the sound of the bell on the entrance door opening.
>Enter Apple Jack
> Eyes looking up from your mug you notice her.
Oh hey AJ
>You say with a smile
>She turns to you with a wide smile "Howdy Anon! Lunch time for one? Where's Twi?" Her head looking left and right.
She said something about royal business. I don't know. I thought I would help Ms Cake run some deliveries but they're canceled for the day. So I just figured I'd relax a little.
>You sip from your mug
How's things at the farm?
> She approaches the table "A little slow, but ok. Big Mac was asking about you the other day. Mind if ah join you for a little?"
> You pull the chair out for her
Oh yea? I need to stop by and catch up over a few drinks.
>"oh sugar cube, you're such a gentlecolt." She smiles warmly.
> " ahm sure he would like the visit "
> A loud thud sounds from the glass next to you.
> As the snow slides off of it, you see AJ's little sister Apple Bloom
>She waves excitedly with a big smile and you hear her muffled through the glass "Howdy aynon!"
>While giving her a wave back, she ends up getting nailed by several snowballs and falls over with a "oof"
> You wince as you and AJ both hold back laughter
> But like a trooper she gets back up "Ah was sayin hi to aynon you cheaters!" She huffs and chases down her assailants.
>You and Apple Jack caught up a little longer before Flutters came in as well.
> When she noticed you both you could have sworn you caught a look of panic or hesitation.
>You waved her over.
>She joins the both of you as you order some hot chocolate for the two mares.
>"Hold off on that order, ahm gonna need a rain check on that. "
So soon?
>"Sorry,  ah have to finish up some errands and make sure Apple Bloom doesn't bury some poor filly alive for that snowball incident"
> You both share a small laugh
Alright, I'll try to be by to visit soon tell everyone I said hello.
>You and Flutters say your goodbyes to her as the hot chocolate arrives.
>You look back at Flutters who you noticed has been avoiding eye contact with you since she walked in.
Is there something wrong Flutters?
>She quietly meeped and looked up at you
>"n-no why do you ask?" She again avoids your gaze as she looks left and right
>You simply raise an eyebrow at her
>Her eyes eventually find yours and begins to speak.
> She holds the hot chocolate mug, hiding behind it while speaking
>"w..well what if... some pony had to tell a friend something abo.."
>You glance over Flutters shoulder, a familiar sight catching your eye outside.
> "about another friend a-and"
> Is that Twilight?
Is that Twi?
>You accidentally cut her off.
>She meeps again here irises shrinking,  looking somewhat panicked
>You stand up to get a better look.
> You look back to Flutters confused
She told me she had "Royal Business" to attend what is she doing here?
>She seems to be searching for an answer, not for a lie, but visibly conflicted.
>an idea pops in your head.
>You haven't seen Ponk today yet. ..
>that must be it, they're going to throw you some kind of crazy ass ponks party because. ..reasons. right?
>"i-i can't tell you anon,... b-but maybe if you follow her you'll see."
>ha that has to be it, she doesn't want to ruin the surprise.
OK then.
> You scratch behind her ears as you stand
I'll see you later then
> She offers up a half confused forced smile
> Weird pony.
> You leave your bits on the table and exit the store.
> Keeping enough space and cover between you and your wife you begin to follow her.
> Man this is alot harder doing this as the only human.
> You decide to make a game of it, maybe you'll come up behind her and scoop her up
> Plant some kisses on her neck like she likes so much
> You become a bit giddy now that it's a covert sneaking game
> At one point she begins to look around and behind her
> quickly you dive down by some recycled cardboard,  and a cardboard box falls over you.
> Snake. Snake?? SNAKKEEEEE?!?!
> You peek out of the handle opening until she continues walking
> Where is she going, you don't know anyone down here.
> She finally approaches a door.
> looking around again she knocks quickly and the door opens just as quickly.
> She lowers her head and walks in.
> Huh. ..
> What in the actual fuck.
> The distance between the house and you close attempting to get a peek in.
> There's no sign of a party going on,  or anyone inside for that matter.
> Your confusion turns to suspicion as accusatory thoughts flood your mind.
> Suddenly this isn't a game anymore,  this isn't cute.
> She wasn't even supposed to be around, nevertheless down to a house you've never seen before.
> With out trying to conceal yourself anymore you approach a window.
> The playing is over your movement intentional and direct.
> Darkness... but... what is that sound.
>"unnnf"
>... You approach another window towards the back as the slight snow begins to dust your jacket and head.
> The window is slightly steamed...
> The light emanates through the fogged window as you peer in
> pieces of gold armor across the floor. .. a yellow...ish coat .... blue mane...
>... through the fog you can see purple.
> Not clearly but definitely purple... that the yellow coat is beginning to get on top of...
> Your chest tightens and your sight begins to tunnel vision.
> With out even realizing it your feet take you to the front door which is obviously unlocked.
> Stepping in through the threshold of the house the sounds are still muffled but alot clearer.
> Moaning and grunting assault your ears as your teeth begin to grit.
> You see the door slightly open with the light on
> Taking a step your foot hits something hard.
> looking down you see a Royal Guard helm.
>Numbness grips you as your attention is brought back to the slightly ajar door.
>"oh FFFUUUUU.... yyeess fill me up. Harder *pant pant* OH YEESS"
> Your chest is on fire with rage your hands in fists as you make your way to the door
> Stopping for one second at the front of it you think, do you even want to see what your about to...
> You steel yourself as your hand begins to push open the only thing obstructing your sight of what your already sure is happening.
> The smell of sex saturates the air... the sounds assaulting your ears...
> And now the sight...
> The sight... burning your eyes.
> They haven't noticed you yet.
> Your wife hasnt because she was underneath a blue maned colt... who was ravaging her.
> Rutting her like there was no tomorrow.
> There you were.
> A front row seat to betrayal.
> To heartbreak.
> Your eyes began to sting more, as you attempt to control your breathing.
> But the sight of the stallions member, that clearly put yours to shame, pounding your eager wife's mare hood made it near impossible.
> The door you pushed open finally finishes swinging open and hits the wall with a loud enough tap to gain the attention of the two in their passionate embrace.
> Both turn to the doorway and see you standing there, fists clenched taking deep breaths coming down from your shock, eyes red , your icy stare.
> Twilight's breathing seems to stop completely as her pin point irises catch your eyes fixed on the entire scene in front of you.
>"oh my god Flash get off of me" Twilight begins to push him off
> Flash?...
> With a few flaps from his wings the pegasus moves to the side of the bed while keeping an eye on you at a complete loss for words.
> A few seconds that felt like minutes pass by.
> Twilight decides to be the first to speak. "What are you doing Anon?! Are you spying on me?!"
> You give her a look a fury that causes her to shrink back.
Of anything. ... ANYTHING IN THE WORLD... that you could say, you choose that right now?...
> Her eyes lower
> Your gaze then turns to Flash.
> The gears in your head begin to turn and piece together where you know him.
>  It clicks that he was the one that jumped the gun at your arrival.
You...
> You let out like a low growl primal rage beginning to grip you
> This caused him to look left and right for possible escape.
> Seeing this you lunged at him before he could figure it out.
> His eyes widened as he quickly spread his wings and took flight just high enough to avoid your grasp.
> This appeared to encourage him seeming almost amused that he was able to dodge you "Who let this beast into my home?" He says over confidently.
> Beast!?
> Twilight seemed to be taken back for you as well eyes darting between the both the stallion and the enraged human.
> She has never seen you like this before and doesn't know what to make of it.
> You voice was hoarse dripping with hate.
Beast... I'll show you beast you yellow piece of shit!
> Reaching back to the nightstand you landed near you grab the first thing in arms reach, an ornate metal lamp.
> In one quick motion you spun and threw it up at the now flapping pegasus with all your might.
> This caused him to drop to the floor, dodging it with another smug smirk, the glass shattering across the floor.
> The crash was loud causing Twilight to jump and Flash to glance back at it.
> Anticipating this you were already diving in to tackle him
> His smirk quickly vanished as your shoulder met his neck, tackling him to the ground.
> You audibly knocked the wind out of him as you land on top, he let's out a throaty "uhhhhg"
> Staring down at him with your eyes on fire you see your opportunity as he's trying to catch his breath.
> Mounting him in a way that you sit back on his front hooves, and knees pinning his wings leaving him unable to defend him self you begin your attack.
> You raise your fist taking a large breath, looking down at his fear stricken face.
> God this is going to feel good.
> Twilight walks around from the bed face clearly panicked. "A-ano.."
> Her sounds don't even register in your brain as your tightly clenched fist begins to slam downward towards the wife fuckers head.
> Putting all of your back and arm strength into your adrenaline filled muscles, your knuckles slam into the side of Flashes head.
> The force of the blow causes his head to bounce back into the floor.
> The sound of your punch and his head bouncing off the floor caused Twilight's jaw to drop and let out a slightly audible gasp.
> Your eyes go dark as animal instinct overcomes you.
> The fight or flight in full force, and there was no flight.
> His eyes look back up to unable to focus.
> Twilight speaks up a little louder "Anon..."
>  Her voice still doesn't register as you raise your fist again.
> Once more you unleash another hay maker causing his head to turn violently towards Twilight's direction.
> He's cut now as his eye is visibly beginning to swell.
> A small sense of satisfaction begins to find itself in you as this piece of shit bleeds under you.
> You begin to land punch after rage filled punch as you feel your victim squirm under you .
> The skin on your knuckles begins to rake away as you land your left and rights into his skull.
> You let out the air in your lungs with a deep grunt every swing
> His squirming turns into a desperate flailing.
> Lowering your center of gravity to still keep him pinned, you drop tight elbows across the side of his head.
> His yelping every strike you landed amused you.
> Not so much Twilight, as she began to close the distance between the both of you.  "ANON! STOP IT" she pleads
> Her eyes beginning to mist.
> You drop and hold a forearm against his neck causing him to let out a "urkk"
> With your free hand you forcefully grab the top of his mane to make him face her.
This is what you wanted Twi!? This!? You risked and destroyed our marriage for this!?
> Flash seems to have lost most of his steam as his struggles weaken.
> Twilight's eyes are now to the brim with tears "A...anon it's... That's not it. I love"
> You growl cutting her off.
DON'T. ..don't you dare insult me by finishing that sentence... You have betray-
> Her pleas have distracted your hold on Flash, and he caught it.
> Seeing his opportunity,  Flash frees one of his front hooves and delivers what feels like a brick hitting your jaw causing you to lean back mildly dazed
> Twilight gasps " Anon!
> Since you got hit backwards you were now in range of his rear hooves.
> Wasting no time Flash raises his lower hooves and up kicks into your upper back causing you to fall forward over him.
> Your hands break the forward fall, but you realize he's free now.
> With a hard blink you shake your self out of the daze as you notice the blood beginning to pool under your face.
> As you pivot and turn to stand remembering he's still behind you, you catch a rear kick to your stomach
> Your breath leaves your Lungs as you buckle over.
> Flash takes advantage of this, delivering another cinder block feeling blow across your cheek bone with his hoof.
> The force of it spins you back around to your stomach.
> Your breathing is struggling and vision blurred.
> Flash doesn't look much better, his eye almost completely swollen shut, blood coming from his nose and open cut across his brow.
> But he's standing right now and your not.
> You grunt and gain control of your breathing
> "Flash- Anon Stop It!!!"
> For whatever reason,  Twilight's words further enrage you.
> You can hear Flash stepping closer to you, his hoof taps getting louder.
> Noticing the metal lamp you threw earlier is on the floor is with in arms reach you wait until he gets a little closer.
> The sound of his grunt as he winds up another strike enters your ears.
> You quickly reach for the lamp by the skinny neck, and bring it with a forehand swing towards flash.
> A 'thunk' sound echos in the room as the heavy base of the lamp strikes the side of his head.
> Flash spins in the direction of the swing and drops to the floor.
> Taking a second to catch your breath you rise to your feet, your weapon of opportunity still gripped tightly.
> Flash let's out a pitiful moan on the floor as a hoof moves to where you struck him.
> In his semi conscious state his wings are slightly unfurled
> You take a step towards him, when Twilight steps between the both of you.
> She can see what your going to do, she can see what you want to do.
> Opening her wings to block the path in a somewhat protective manor, you pauae.
...After what you did... What he did... You would protect HIM? You don't love me... do you... I must be some kind of joke huh? I was just your little experiment all along wasn't i.
> Staring down at her, your facial expressions begin to betray you.
> Your stinging eyes begin to mist but not tear, the pain and agony becoming apparent in your expression and posture.
> " N-no Anon... You are my love. My everything.  I'm so sorry I-" Her wings drop slightly as she speaks.
Just Stop!
> With one arm you push her off to the side.
> A look of shock is painted on her face at the strength of the shove, as she lands against the side of the bed.
> With her out of your way, you begin to raise the lamp in your hand over your head.
> You look down to the pitiful display of the bloodied blue and yellow pegasus.
You cocky mother fucker. I hope you're happy. ..
> This is it you have to end it.
> Inhaling sharply you begin your final blow, everything you have, every bit of strength out of your sore muscles.
> With your swing half way down, physics betray you as the object is held instantly in place by a purple hazy glow.
> You did not have to turn to face Twilight, you know her magic, she just stopped you... again.
> Smart pony
> She realized that your physical body is pretty resistant to magic here, but the objects you hold are another story.
> No matter, you release the weapon of opportunity and draw your foot back.
> You drive a kick into Flash's ribs that would have sailed a 65 yard field goal effortlessly.
> With a deep grunt he rolled over leaving his wing sprawled.
> This catches your eyes, as you recall how fragile they were.
> Before Twilight was able to figure out how to stop you next, you quickly raise your foot and heel stomp the base of his wing near his shoulder.
> Your foot stays in place still driving down your weight.
> The crack sound that bounced from the walls made Twilight pale a few shades as she froze.
> Flash rolls back into the direction of your leg screaming in agony trying to push your leg away.
> Looking down at his suffering, you almost enjoy his screams.
>"ANON STOP! IF YOU KILL HIM THEY'LL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME!"
> Take me away from her?...
Twilight. .. You just took me away from you. You did this... not me, or anyone else..
> Your voice was calm but still carried a firm intensity to it.
> "Anon noo." Tears spill from her eyes
> Though some labored breathing you respond
... You... not me... I loved you
> You shake your head at her and turn your gaze to her little cold friend
> What you failed to notice was the shard of broken glass he grabbed from the floor from the broken lamp during your quick dialog.
> He desperately shoved it into the calf of the leg you were pressing down with.
> Letting out a short roar in pain you yanked your leg away and hopped back leaning against the wall.
> It was a considerable size piece.
> Shit do you leave it in or take it out
> As you take your temporary space from him, he tries to cradle his limp wing while also trying to hold back tears.
> He was failing both attempts teetering the line of consciousness, just like he left you.
> "Anon please. .. y - you don't understand"
> Your stare is like daggers as you hobbled in her direction.
>  Now kneeling, only inches separate your faces.
> Flash's scent and the smell of sex, the smell of betrayal,  is still very noticeable on her which causes your heart to both ache and you to become infuriated.
> Twilight shrinks back against the bed a little more noticing this.
> Your hand grips her firmly by her jaw line and cheeks
> Your grip tightens as it feels like your heart is pounding out of your chest.
> You just want her to hurt in the worst way.
> Like she hurt you, like she betrayed you.
> She needed to feel what you were feeling.
> Her breathing is panicked as she sqints awaiting a strike from you.
> Yet she does not fight back as if willing to accept whatever you decide her punishment should be is acceptable.
And I don't want to...
> Your voice is a low growl
> The stare you give her could burn a hole through her head as your hand squeezes her face as hard as it can, beginning to tremble.
> The sound of her shaking can be heard in her whimpering breathing.
> You push her head roughly away from you.
> She stumbles back to a sitting position.
> Something kept you from hitting her.
> Searching your own mind for a reason, you came up with nothing solid.
> You just couldnt.
> Maybe it's your upbringing,  maybe it's because for a split second you still saw your wife,  the silhouette of the mare you loved, fuck maybe your just losing to much blood.
> The urge to was definitely there.
> Twilight has a hoof to her face now with tears staining her purple fur.
> You can hear her quietly repeat " I'm S-so sorry. .. -quiet sob- so s-sorry"
> Slowly standing you ignore this
> The fire in your chest still burns as your glare turns from her to Flash.
> He has no steam left in him, he's barely awake on the floor.
> For good measure you deliver one last boot into his side, mustering the rest of the fight you have in you.
> The Thump of your foot landing onto it's target made Twilight flinch as her eyes met the floor.
> He let's our a bloody cough right before he goes unconscious.
> You stare at him for a second surveying the damage you did.
> Standing up straight you begin to compose yourself somewhat.
> Before turning away you spit your blood laced saliva towards him.
> The adrenaline begins to fade somewhat as your own injuries are becoming more apparent.
> Keeping it to yourself, you adjust your clothing and jacket while controlling your breathing.
> Turning your body, Twilight enters your vision.
> Her tears are still streaming as she sits on the floor with her shoulders drooped mouthing "I'm sorry. I love you. P - please"
> You decide to not even respond as you coldly stared for a moment.
> With that you turned and limped out the fateful door you entered.
> Using the wall and anything you can for support you exit the house.
> You can hear Twilight's full crying fit now, although muffled from outside.
> " I hate you Flash Sentry! I hate you!" Followed by her signature teleport *snap* sound.
> You have no idea where she went but she wasn't near you.
> Deciding not to even try to figure that out you continue to limp out.
> It was such a good day too until this.
> Standing in the middle of the road you let the cold air enter your lungs.
> The flurries begin to dust your clothing and head again.
> Puffs of white exit your nose and mouth as you exhale.
> You don't know where you're going right now but you know you're not staying here.
> On autopilot you head back towards town, a trail of crimson stains the white snow as you walk.
> Numbness overtakes you as you begin your trek.
~~~
> The unrythmic crunch of snow under your shoes as you limp aimlessly is all that registers in your ears.
> Random ponies stop in their tracks gawking at your bloodied bruised self, but you take no notice.
> The world around you is a haze as you fight to maintain your numbness.
> How could this happen?
> Why did it happen?
> You were in lov... nope, stop thinking brain.
> The sight of a small restaurant enters your blurred vision.
> Trying to focus your eyes you realize it's the restaurant you first took Twilight to on your first "date".
> Your feet stop as you stare at it, the memories forcing themselves to the front of your mind.
> Despite the weather, the cast iron chairs and tables were still outside.
> There it is, the table you sat with her at.
> A pit in your stomach forms as you stare at the empty table mentally projecting the first time you sat there with her.
~~~~
[Cue memory]
> It's  much warmer out as you and Twilight are sitting at the table.
> You asked Princesses Twilight out and she actually said yes!
> Your beyond amped.
> And nervous... mostly nervous, but still amped.
> Your glad she's so down to earth so you didn't have to take her to a spot you can't afford to try to impress her with bits.
> Looking over at Twilight you notice that she looks as nervous as you feel.
> Oh god say something before it gets weird.
S-so, you look nice today Twi.
> Smooth Anon is smooth
> She looks up at you with a mild blush "Thanks I didn't do anything to special"
> That wasn't true you noticed she at least got a hooficure.
Don't be so modest
> You jest waving your hand.
> This earned you a small smile from her
So like I said before you got to ask me all the questions. I'm sure you could write a novel about me by now.
> Was she writing a novel about you?
I was wondering if you minded if I ask some about you?
> " Uh, sure I don't see why not" she begins playing with her salad in front of her.
> Putting your hand to your chin in a sarcastic thinking motion you come up with a question.
So what's it like being a Princess?
> Maybe not a good question but a question none the less.
> She let's out a small sigh " Honestly?  It's not all its cracked up to be. For now my royal duties include dropping welcome banners for royal guests, and smiling and waving at the crowds. "
And here I am thinking you spend all this time with me because you liked me. It turns out you have nothing better to do huh.
> You smile at her after the sarcasm.
> Her eyes widen slightly with nervousness as the sarcasm momentarily escapes her. " No its not like that at all! I do like y-" and it registers. "..you. you jerk"
> She covers her face with her hooves Oh so you do like me?
> Your smile widens as you realize you were just able to make her say it on her own.
> Her blush can be seen past the sides of her forelegs that try to cover her face.
> She silently nods as her hooves begin to uncover her face.
Oh I see
> You lean forward resting your elbows on the table, your chin in your hands.
We'll Twi, here's the thing. I think I like you too.
> She sheepishly smiles "You do?"
Mhmm. I was wondering if all your interest in me was for your own research or actual interest in me as an individual. That's why I asked you to come here with me.
> "Well Anonymous,  I'm here aren't I" She plays with her salad again looking to keep her hooves busy out of nerves. "Is it bad to say I wish you would have asked me sooner?"
> Her own comment made her sheepish smile reappear as she looked down at her plate.
> You reach across the table and taker her hoof in your hand.
> She looks up at you with almost hopeful eyes.
Well Twi, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.
> Her slight social awkwardness is so adorable.
You asked me in your library what qualities I look for in a special some pony.
> She simply nods
Well, I appreciate intellect. Some one... er pony who's not afraid to stand up for their friends. Who you can always depend on. Who never gives up on their goals.
> Still holding on to her hoof you look her in the eye, Here we go.
Some one like you Twi.
>"A-anon... " She has a sentimental smile
> She leans forward towards you, eyes closed for a kiss to your cheek.
> When her lips touch your skin, you feel an icy sting instead
~~~~
[End memory]
> *WHAP*
> A snowball lands into your cheek covering half your face in snow.
> A fillies giggle enters your ears as your memory abruptly ends.
> Your heart was heavy still.
> "Got ya Aynon! " giddy Apple Bloom boasted.
> The snow caked to your face begins to turn crimson as the impact opened your slightly scabbed wounds.
> "Aynon? Are you alright? "
> Her face quickly turning from excitement to worry.
> "Will you stop running away from me you little critter. " AJ catches up to her little sister and notices you.
> " What in the hay?! I told you to stop throwing those snowballs, you hurt Aynon! "
N-no its.. it's ok s-she didn't do....
> You wave your hand at AJ trying clear Apple Bloom of fault but dizziness take hold of you.
> You begin to sway as your vision becomes narrow.
> Your hearing echoed and distant.
> Trying to walk towards them, you end up stumbling forward unable to balance anymore.
> The best you can do is catch yourself with your hands as you fall foward.
> "Aynon! " the sisters shout at the same time, running at you as they see your actually hurt.
> Mumbling something incoherent you begin to black out.
Tw.. she.. -pant- i...
> The cold snow felt good on your aching body.
> God your so tired right now.
~~~

> Voices echo in your ears as you slip into a dream like state.
> It sounds like they're panicking, but you're way to comfortable to care right now.
> The stress you were carrying begins to dissolve as your body relaxes into your trance.
> This is much better...
> Opening your eyes you look yourself over.
> There are no signs of injury on your face or hands, and you appear to be wearing a fresh dry cleaned fitted and tailored suit with a red tie.
> You don't question this as you adjust your sleeves a little.
> The landscape is mostly open field with several trees here and there.
> It's night time, as the cresent moon hangs in the sky illuminating the scenery in a pale white purple hue.
> Taking in a lung full of the cool night air you are startled by a voice behind you.
>"Thou never cease to amaze us Prince Anonymous. "
> Turning,  you let out a sigh of relief as Princess Luna enters your field of vision.
> Her teal eyes give you a once over.
"Thine attire is always to impress, is it not?."
> Your unable to come up with any good come back since you don't even recall putting this on.
Y - yeah I guess. What uh.. what do I owe the honor of your presence to?
> She walks slowly next to you, her deep blue cascading mane flows with the light breezes " Straight to businesses, we see. We are beginning to think thou art not happy to see us."
> Uh oh better fix this quick, she doesn't handle anger very well.
No no no of course I am! I'm just a little confused as to what's going on right now. And uhh.. you know
> Your hand begins rubbing the back of your neck.
Where I am...
> You give yourself another once over and feel your face for the damage that was there.
> Nothing
> Luna smiles slightly noticing what your looking for.
> "Injuries will not be bothering thee in this place" she states calmly
> Mid motion, you pause as she says injuries.
> She knows...
Ohh. Ummm. About that...
> She raises a hoof in your direction to signal you to stop talking. "We know what happened Prince Anonymous. Let us just say we are terribly sorry for Princess Twilight's lack of... " She pauses trying to find the most polite way to phrase it, " moral compass. .."
> Not knowing again how to respond to this you simply turn away from her and take in the landscape.
> Luna does the same as she sits down next to you sensing your pain.
> Trying to change the subject and lighten the mood you joke, because that's always worked before to divert the pain.
> Your tone is noticeably yet mildly sarcastic.
You know your in modern times now Princess Luna, you can lose the archaic speak. Also please just call me Anon. You know I don't like being called Prince.
> You caught her slightly off guard as she stiffens up a little.
> An embarrassed flush can be seen on her cheeks
> Still keeping your gaze out to the landscape you let a small grin cross your lips.
>" We will work on it. Also, if we are calling thee.... we mean you, Anon from now on, we insist on you calling us Luna."
> You enjoy this conversation much more than talking about your life wrecking wife.
> Luna has a gentle tone to her voice that somehow is easing you down from the tension that you were feeling when the incident was brought up.
> She fills the silence once again "You know Anon, we are not very different from you in our own respects. We can understand how you feel on some sort of level."
> Looking slightly in her direction you wait for an explanation on this.
> "You do recall our... banishment, yes?"
> 'where is she going with this, am I about to get banished too?' You think to yourself.
> Nodding you let her explain.
> She looks to your confirmation and looks back out to the landscape as she explains,  " We allowed ourself to become consumed by hate, anger and pain... not unlike what you are feeling. We almost found it impossible to reintegrate with every pony else."
> Her face becomes slightly saddened recalling this.
> "We were feared, and that's how we liked it for the time. We would not be hurt again. Nopony could become close enough to cause us pain again, to feel the sting of betrayal again."
Luna, respectfully,  I don't see how that...
> She cuts you off looking at you " You understand pain as we do. You understand betrayal as we do. We can empathize with it. Perhaps not directly,  no. But I have seen your thoughts,  your dreams, even the ones I keep from you."
> Huh?
Ones you keep from me?...
> Confusion displayed on your face.
> "Anon, when you first arrived you were closely watched as we explained to you. Your mind and dreams examined to determine your intentions and level of threat to us. We were able to learn alot about you, and what a good... " she searches for the correct terminology " person?.. you can be. But we also saw your pain and suffering prior to your arrival here. You greatly intrigued us."
And you're telling me this now, why?
> You say unintentionally harsh.
> Being one for vague articulation she takes a second before responding. " We care for you Anonymous.  We want you to be happy."
> Care for you?
> She finishes almost shyly " Also we are sorry if we have overstepped ourselves in trying to do that. We know now is not an appropriate time to further discuss that."
> The ground begins to tremble and sky grow dark
What the..
> Luna displays a slightly forced smile through eyes of sadness, "It would appear our conversation will draw to a close now. Anonymous do not let darkness become you as we did. We wish you happiness above all else. Come to us if need be. "
> You are lost, unable to comprehend what is happening as the ground violently shakes and cracks
> The pain in your body throbbed through you again.
> Your clothes appearing tattered once more.
> Looking back to Luna her eyes were glowing white as she flapped her wings rising into the sky. "Time to wake up Anon..."
> Her horn glowed and shot an aura around you.
> You levatated in it momentarily as your headache and woosy feeling came back full force.
> Incomprehensible voices echo in your head.
> Feeling pressure on your chest you begin to cough as the world goes black around you, or whatever you were perceiving to be the world.
> You were dreaming?
> Were you dead?
> You have no idea.
N-no I don't want to go back! Don't make me!
> It was so much better not having to face reality.
> Better than facing the pain that awaited you.
> It was calm and peaceful,  better than anything this "reality" had to offer you for the moment.
> If you were dead you were ok with it.
> You didn't want to face it again.
> The idea of staying there in nothingness was so much more appealing.
> You wanted to continue your talk
> There were so many questions you had.
> Another pound on your chest causes you to cough some more.
> "Wake up Aynon!" The pounding feeling on your chest continues.
Please!
> You plead to nothing.
> Who's calling your name anyway?
> "C'mon sugar cube,  your alright wake up!"
> Is that Aj?
> Another cough jolts you as a deep gasp fills your lungs with cold air.
> Your eyes open looking up to a gray sky and a very concerned blond haired mare.
> Trying to comprehend what just happened you continue to stare into the gray snow cloud ridden sky, watching the flurries make their way down to you.
> "Aynon can ya hear me?"
> Your eyes shift to meet her panicked emerald eyes.
> Saying nothing you continue to stare at her with a blank expression as you look back into the clouds.
> You didn't want to come back from where ever it was you were.
> Yet here you are.
> AJ places a hoof to your cheek gently turning your head to her. "Aynon speak to me, are you OK now? what happened? " Her voice is stern full of concern.
> What happened? ... You don't want to recall.
Nothing happened AJ
> Your voice was raspy void of emotion.
> Putting your palms to the floor you try to sit up slowly.
> "Wooahh easy there partner, let me help ya." She braces you as you sit up.
> Now sitting up you get your bearings blinking a few times.
> You groan a little with a sore chest.
Ugh... what happened.
> AJ looks at you quizzically " Ah was hoping you could tell me? Ah had to pump  your chest a bit, yer heart stopped Aynon." She states with a serious look to her " And ya look mighty banged up. Ahm gonna go out on a limb and guess that has something to do with it."
> Heart stopped?...
> You begin to wonder if you were dreaming your encounter or were you actually dead.
Huh... well I guess I owe you don't I AJ...
> Reaching a hand to her shoulders you use her for balance to stand back up.
> She is right your are banged up, noticing you still have glass in your leg, busted knuckles and decent size cuts across your face.
> " Rarity isn't too far from here let's get you over there and see if she has a first aid kit"
> Nodding you begin to go in that direction using her as support to walk.
> "Ah sent Apple Bloom to let her know we're coming when ya started coming to."
> Her words registered but you blankly stare ahead.
> Every time you feel pain in your steps it reminds you of the whole fight.
> The sight of betrayal, of the mare you loved getting rutted crying out for more.
> Trying to rid the thoughts you internally scold yourself ' Do yourself a favor and stop... stop thinking about it. .. What's done is done. JUST STOP...' pleading for numbness to retake you.
> A short while later you arrive at Rarity's shop.
> Before you can enter, her front door flys open and Rarity peeks her head out.
> Her eyes widen in disbelief and jaw drops open. " My WORD Anonymous!  What happened to you!
> She rushes over to you to help you walk until she stops short when she notices your dirty and still bloody.
> She seems thoroughly skeeved out at the blood and let's out a nervous laugh "Ah-haha.. and ..bloody why are you" she forces out the words trying to sound polite still, through gritted teeth " you.. you..... bloody".
Don't be such a baby Rare...
> Attempting some humor with your scratchy voice.
> She shoots you a squinty face stare. " Come, come inside clean your self up darling."
> You get escorted up to the bathroom.
> "Be a dear and clean yourself off so we can take a look at you, and I'll find you some new clothes."
> She closes the door leaving you in the bathroom.
> The glass shard was still jutting from your leg.
> Sitting on the edge of the tub you pivot so your leg is inside it.
> Welp... here we go.
> You hold your breath and grit your teeth.
OK ...don't think just do... -pant pant-
> Gripping the end of it tightly you waste no time and give it a yank out.
> A grunt followed by a sigh of pain escape your mouth.
> You hold it eye level examining it
> It was a smooth piece at least and came out relatively easy.
> But god damn it still hurt like a bitch.
> Reaching back towards a garbage can you drop it.
> The clank of it hitting the floor echos in the ornate bathroom.
> You sigh as you see the crimson blood flowing towards the drain from your leg.
> After turning on the shower, the hot water in the slightly too small cast iron tub begins to rinse the blood away on the tub floor.
> While the water heats up you disrobe.
> After the bathroom begins to steam, you let the warm water rinse the dry blood and filth away from you.
> It's actually very refreshing.
> With a quiet sigh you place one hand on the wall leaning against it, letting the water running off your body
> You can feel the disgust rinse off your skin as you stare down at the drain.
> The smells of Flash... the scent of sex that lingered in your nose.
> All running down the drain.. just like your marriage... just like..
> .... Stop thinking
> Grabbing several bottles in the shower, you pick what you assume is a body wash ( what are all these bottles for??) you lather your self up scrubbing extra hard.
> Unconsciously trying to scrub the images from your mind as you scrape away at your skin.
> Finishing up your shower you wrap a smaller towel around your leg so you don't trail blood in her home.
> Guess you owe her a new one.
> You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you walk out.
> Your Jaw is still pretty open.
> That'll probably need stiches...
> Towel clad you make your way down stairs to the waiting mares.
> When you reach the bottom they both turn and look to you.
> A blush catches both their cheeks as they stare at you in your towel for a moment.
> Mild discomfort sets in as you notice the stares.
> You have changed in front of Rarity before during her shows and she never stops getting weird about it.
> But you never say anything about it of course.
> Even AJ, you worked on her farm with her day in and out in the beginning.
> There were plenty of times she would become clumsy and drop barrels of apples when she caught you working shirtless working up a sweat.
> Mostly you just assumed she was clumsy.
Umm.. c..clothes?
> Rarity stammers " I, I, here. Clothes. " She magics them towards you.
> A pair of blue jeans and a white t shirt.
> Guess you're going commando.
Thanks, ....Are you alright? ... I don't look that bad do i?
> Your fingers trace your injuries.
> AJ quickly noticed she was staring and picks up a magazine to act like she's reading it. " Yessireee! I uh Mean nosiree!" She buries her head in the magazine.
Oh ok.. that's upside down by the way...
> She fumbles with it to turn it right side up.
> You keep in good shape to model for Rarity's lines, but jeez.
> You go to the other room to change and leave your injured leg pant leg rolled up.
> The mumbles in the other room can be heard slightly through the door.
[Other room]
> "Darling you were staring"
> "No ah wasn't, you were!" The response is a shouting whisper
> "You simply need to control yourself. I will say though that Twilight is one lucky~~~"
> Walking back in clothed they both sit up quickly and look over to you.
> They begin trying to act normal again.
> AJ pulls a chair out for you " C'Mere and let us have a look."
I'm fine, it's just my leg and chin. I think I just lost a little bit to much blood is all.
> "Oh you poor poor thing..." Rarity levatates some ointment on a cotton ball patting down the open wounds on your jaw.
> Let's try a joke again to lighten the mood.
Ha... You think this is bad you should see the other. ..guy...
> Your voice died out at the end of that.
> Welp you're an idiot.
> " Alright Anon.. if it was later in the day ah would have assumed maybe ya tied on one to many and got into a bar fight. But ah just seen ya not that long before this. Spill it, who did this."
> Rarity was putting butterfly band aids on your jaw to keep your wound
closed while AJ spoke, intently listening.
Please don't make me. I would rather not...
> " Ya owe me at lease an explanation after what you just put me an Apple Bloom through..." she says slightly impatiently. " not ta mention me basically savin yer life."
> You wish she didn't...
> Guess there's no way around it. ..
OK AJ... ok... some pegasus. . yellow coated blue mane fucker named Flash...
> Your eyes were at the floor while the Meer mention of his name caused a fire to light in your chest.
> Rarity blurts out unfiltered " Flash Sentry?  Twilight's ex?.."
> She quickly covers her mouth with booth hooves as she gasps.

Twilight's what?...
> The tone in your voice expressed your confusion and anger.
> This was news to you, you don't recall any ex colt friends, or at least problems with any.
> Rarity seems to be choking on her words realizing that you didn't know about this.
> AJ stares wide eyed at Rarity and back to you.
I'm going to ask you both one time...
> You attempt to keep an all out outburst in check.
Tell me what you know about him... What is this ex nonsense.
> Turning to Rarity she speaks through her covered mouth" I..I.. well, what's to know darling?  Surely Twilight's mentioned him to you before?"
> Staring at her with a furrowed brow you shake your head slightly.
> You turn your attention to Apple Jack,  she's a terrible liar you should get something from her.
Well?...
> " Why sugar cube, if Twilight hasn't mentioned him to you ahm sure she has her reasons." She nervously states.
> Squinting your eyes at her a little more you make your final request.
AJ... tell me what you know...
> She glances from Rarity back to you. " Well, ah , uh there's not much to tell."
AJ!
> The sound of the impact your fist makes when it hits the table top is sharp, your patience runs thin as you bark at her.
> They both flinch and AJ appears to be sweating a little as her eyes dart left and right.  "Ok, fine... " she exhales and draws a deep breath to calm her self. "Flash was Twilight's first real crush. She got him placed in the Canterlot Royal Guard as a fresh rookie graduate so she could be closer to him at the time. They just began officially dating, I'd say a few days before you got here.. This was all before you were in the picture Anon."
> "That shouldn't be anything to hold again Twilight dear."
> AJ nods in agreement.
Why did they split...
> The tone in your voice forcefully controlled.
> AJ speaks up again, " Well,  long story short, because she began to take a liking to you Anon. Simply put. > "As far as ah know they just drifted apart and simply stopped talking. Twilight would put off alot of meetings and events in the name of learning about you. She would come and tell the group about what she 'uncovered' and how great you were. " she air quotes with her hoofs.
> Rarity contributes, " She was so excited when she was spending time with you, it was so sweet. Much more excited than I have ever seen her act about Flash. I had to tell her that she needs to be careful how much she hangs around you so she doesn't come off as looking desperate. The panic on her face! " She giggled recalling, now imitating Twilight " I'm not desperate. Am i? I - I'm simply spending time with someone I enjoy being around."
> Rarity continues on trying to divert the topic but you shut her babbling out as you began to physically ache at the story of he much she liked you, how much she loved you.
> The words of encouragement are like daggers in your heart.
> You understand they mean well and that they're probably trying to comfort you from some jealousy you may be feeling learning about her ex in this manner.
> But they don't know, they don't understand that they're making it worse.
> Honestly you don't care that she had relationships before you.
> How could you? They were before you.
> What keeps nagging you now is this was a prior relationship, that just ruined your own.
> If it wasn't a big deal why was it hidden from you.
> Why can't you shake the feeling that secrets were being held from you now.
> You stand up cutting her off, using the table infront of you for support.
Well, I guess that liking, that love, was just a phase.
> Your eyes don't make contact with either pony as you say this.
> Rarity and AJ look at eachother a little lost by that statement,  then to you for further clarification.
Yes, I fought Flash. I beat him within an inch of his life.
> Silence sets in for a few seconds both mares seem to shift uncomfortably.
> "w-why Anon?" AJ asks trying desperately to find out the reasoning.
> You look to her, your features cold, and you prepare yourself to say what you did not want to even think.
...I caught my wife having sex with Flash. I followed her to his house... watched her sneak in, and caught them.. in the act...
> The sinking sensation returns to your own stomach.
> Rarity and AJ are wide eyed and speechless,  their jaws could almost reach the floor as they simultaneously gasp.
> Rancor builds inside of you as the memory of their embrace, the passion your wife was sharing with another colt, comes to the forefront of your mind.
I need to go... Thanks for your help...
> Your voice was solemn
> After standing you begin to walk for the door.
> You are stopped by Rarity's hoof to your arm.
> She pulls you back in wrapping her forelegs around you in a tight hug. "Darling I am so sorry.."
> AJ begins to hug you from the other side as well her cheek pushes into your back.
> The embrace lasts for almost a minute as their concern and tenderness towards you brings you back down a little bit.
> Rarity pulls away keeping her hooves on you and states in a voice almost demanding, " It's getting late, you should stay here for the night since I'm sure you don't want to go back home this moment. I can set you up on the couch and make sure you're well looked after until at least tomorrow. "
> AJ nods in agreement.  "Ya know our doors are always open for ya as well."
> Guilt sets over you.
> In your calmed state you realize in retrospect that you were a little harsh with your friends.
> You would definitely need to make it up to them somehow.
> Going to pat Rarity on the head she pulls back slightly " Ah ah, no touch-e the mane-e! I JUST got it done todaayy"
> The mild whine she puts in her voice cracks the hard surface you put up and makes you laugh a little.
I must say you do look fffabulous.
> You scratch behind her ear quickly.
> She smiles and trots off to set up your couch.
> Taking the second you have with AJ you try to apologize.
Listen, AJ. I just want to say I'm sorry for losing my temper like that. I~"
> " Sugar cube stop right there, you got nothing in the world to apologize for. So ah don't wanna hear another word about it." She playfully jabs your leg with a hoof.
> Hiding your wince still feeling some pain, you smile at her and quietly nod. >"Ahm mighty sorry for asking this so soon, but what are you going to do now?" Her voice full of concern.
Well... first I'm going to sleep.. then I guess I'll come up with a battle plan tomorrow. I could sure use that drink with Big Mac really soon now.
> Your last sentence is spoken with a soft forced smile.
> "Ahm sure you could. Get some shut eye then hun." She wraps her forelegs around you again for a hug.
> You say your good night's as you head over to the couch.
> It's set up with a blanket a pillow and a glass of water on the coffee table next to it.
> A bottle of some sort of pain killers are next to the glass as well.
> You pop 2 and wash it down with the water.
> Turning to the couch you drop forward and face plant onto the pillow letting out a long sigh...
What a day...
> You say to your self in the dark room.
> Rarity shouts from upstairs " Anon dearie let me know if you need anything else! Goodnight! "
Ok thanks! Nite!
> Rolling on to your side you threw the blanket over you and tucked the pillow under your head begging sleep to take you soon.
> The moon was making its way slowly but surly over the tree lined horizon.
> Dark blues and purples colored the night sky as the silvery moonlight gradually illuminated the town.
> Flurries still danced their way down from some grey clouds towards the frozen earth further dusting it.
> Your body begins to relax as your wish is granted and sleep puts it's hold on you.
> " Welcome back Anon, We have been waiting for you"

> Laying back on the soft earth your eyes affix to the deep blue sky, stars blink and twinkle and the moon hangs high in the darkness again gently illuminating the scenery.
> A gentle breeze caresses your face as you sit up focusing back on familiar landscape.
> The breezes make waves in the grass and the branches and leaves rustle quietly.
> Luna is sitting next to you again smiling slightly as she watches you acclimate.
I like it here..
> You say quietly taking the scenery in.
> "We enjoy your company here" she says as she turns her gaze towards the scenery as well.
> The short silence between you is filled by random cricket chirps out in the distance.
> An occasional green fire fly blink lights the darker areas of the scenery.
> The silence never turns awkward or uncomfortable.
> In fact it's completely relaxing, and soothing.
> You're willing to bet this is Luna's magic controlling your dreams, but you can't complain,  it's so serene, so relaxing.
Luna..
> She looks over to you, her teal eyes sparkling reflecting from the stars.
Why do you care so much... What I mean is, why does my happiness mean anything to you.
> You turn to her after you finish your question, meeting her eyes.
> Her warm comforting smile returns " We relate to you, empathize with you. We know that you do not need to be isolated on the moon to feel alone. You can be around many others who smile and speak to you and still feel just as alone. Or be next to one, barely saying a word, and have all the company you could ever ask for." Her smile can be seen in her eyes now. " We do not feel alone when we are around you Anon. We hope that in the least, we can provide the same feeling for you."

> Her response, although not entirely answering you, still moved you.
> You feel a warmth overcome your body and feel your cheeks redden slightly as you as your internal guard drops.
I don't feel alone right now Luna.. Being here feels right, better than anything else I can imagine right now. I didn't want to leave it before, and I don't want to now. Thank you.
> Leaning over your lips met her cheek for a gentle kiss.
> Her cheeks become a shade of red darker as she looks down. "Anon, you flatter us."
No I sincerely thank you. I don't know what I would have done by now if I didn't have this.
> She was right.
> You felt utterly alone despite your friends help.
> Everything felt tainted that was connected to Twilight.
> But you can't shake the feeling that Luna actually cares for you.
> This provides you comfort in the idea that she will be there for you should you need her.
> Some pony to depend on generally outside of Twilight's influence.
> Assuming she's actually with you and your not completely dreaming this.
> You have yet to distinguish this yet.
Luna I assume this is a dream, correct?
> " You would assume correct dear Anonymous."
S.so... how do I know I'm not dreaming you up as well?
> " Hmm- A troublesome question indeed. How would you know?"
> She raises a hoof to her chin pretending to act like she's deep in thought.
I'm serious!
> You smile, embarrassed
How do I know I'm not losing my mind and you're actually here?
> " Do you think us to be real?" She teasingly asks
I sure hope so
> You poke her side a few times to confirm.
> She jumps slightly and giggles ticklishly.
> " Then what else does it matter if you believe it to be true?" She says after coming down from her giggling.
Well, it sure would be awkward to see you in 'real life' and I mention this to the real you. Ya know.. and if it's not.. really you.
> You appear visibly confused trying to explain it.
> She chuckles at you again amused by your attempts to explain. " Your reality is what you make it Anon. Dreaming or awake. We shall speak soon my dear Anonymous."
> She begins to lean towards you eyes lightly closed and lips softly pursed.
> Her cheek grazes yours gently, her soft hair caressing your skin.
> Her lips press against your cheek.
> You softly gasp as your eyes open and find yourself laying on your side... with a blanket over you.. and a pillow tucked under your head..
> It's still dark outside.. the purple and deep blue hue still hang in the air, being invaded by a dim orange on the tree lined horizon.
> Your eyes stare out the window at the yellow and orange chasing away your deep blue and purple hues.
> The cresent moon retreated giving way for the bright firey sun to make its way to the line of the horizon.
> The night was gone.

> Your care free weightlessness faded as reality anchored you back down.
> Paralysis grips you, and you continue to stare out of the window as your mind begins over working.
> If you could stay in that dream you would...
> Where will you go now?
> What will you do?
> Against your own will you sit up and stretch.
> You can't stay with Rarity forever and you can't hide from these decisions forever either.
> ... but you also don't have to rush, you try to convince yourself.
> Maybe you'll have that drink with Big Mac you've been promising, you know you could use a few anyway and he was always a good listener.
> You rub your groggy face and begin to fold the blanket neatly on to the couch placing the pillow on it.
> The sound of your stomach grumbling fills the room, maybe you should have some breakfast before you make any decisions on the direction of your broken life.
> Before putting your shoes back on you quietly tip toe towards the front door and exit without a sound, not wanting to wake Rarity
> She loved her beauty sleep, and you did not want to face the wrath of the fashonista's disturbed slumber.
> Maybe you'll bring her back some breakfast as a thank you.
> You wander into town for your meal.
---
> You are Rarity.
> Open mouth snoring snuggled under a heavy warm blanket, with a frilly pink and yellow sleep mask covering your eyes.
> A knock at the door stirs you as you mumble groggily to no one "Oh Trenderhoof... 10 more minutes dear. -snore-"
> Several more raps at the door stirs you almost waking you "Trreennddeerhhooooff.... we have all day for you to write about.."
> The door creeking open can be heard followed by a familiar voice " Rarity are you home?"
> You sit up snapping out of your sleep, frilly mask still on with a deep gasp.
> That's Twilight's voice you internally panic remembering you left Anon sleeping downstairs.

> You fall out of bed, not being able to see where you're going, your sleep mask still shrouding your eyes.
> Rising to your hooves quickly you flip the mask up and pace nervously in place thinking of what to do, still in your pink robe and fore hoof slipers.
> 'Anon is still downstairs he might still be asleep, oh my gosh what is Twilight going to say, what is Anon going to dooo' you think to yourself
Umm Umm Tw - Twilight dear is that you?
> The voice calls back up, " Ya I hope you don't mind I let myself in."
> Think think
Of course not darling, I jjuusstt woke up please just give me oonee minute, just go to the kitchen. Help yourself to anything at all.
> "Alright. " you hear the hoof steps heading in that direction.
> Fixing yourself up quickly,  because you simply must look fabulous even in times of stress, you head down to the kitchen.
> Turning the corner you notice Twilight being slightly nosey, out of boredom you suppose, as she's about to turn the corner to the living room where you set up your dear friend Anon.
What are you doing?!
> Your voice accidentally accusatory,  causes her to twitch and turn to you.
> " N-nothing?... " she raises an eyebrow.
> You let out a nervous laugh " What brings you here so early TTWWII? " Your smile is big but almost uncomfortable
> Trying to annunciate her name to notify Anonymous that she is here, you also slide out a chair loudly hopefully catching his attention if he's sleeping.
Sit sit
> Gesturing towards the kitchen table chair.
> Twilight moves to the chair mildly suspicious of your behavior. "Are you ok Rarity? You're acting strange. "
I'm finnee darling, its just early is all, how about you?"
> Actually looking at her now you realize she looks terrible, her mane disheveled and tired looking reddish eyes.
> You know why but you can't let her know that, or that you sheltered Anon.
Darling,  you look terrible what's wrong?..
> Putting on a half acting half actually curious face.
> Twilight looks at the table and hoofs at a napkin on it.
> In an uneasy tone she says " Umm... Anon and i... got into a.. disagreement. " she is avoiding eye contact.
A fight? About what hun?
> You catch yourself glancing to the living room entrance and hope he doesn't come out.
> " I'd rather not say right now, but it was a mistake I shouldn't have made..." sadness overcomes her face. > Slightly offended that she didn't tell you the entire truth you continue.
Well... I'm sure it can't be that bad dear. We all make mistakes. What are you going to do?
> She looks up tears brimming but not overflowing "It was bad Rare... it was.. I don't want to dump my problems on you. I just wanted to know if you've seen him. He never came home and I'm scared."
> Hoboy...
I. . I haven't Twi.
> You do your best to hide your guilt looking down
> She let's out a dismayed "oh..."
> While doing this, and because your mind is reeling trying to formulate a plan, you failed to notice her get up and head to the living room.
Twi-Twilight where are you... Twiii?
> " I need a blanket I'm cold. " she says head down, walking through the entrance to the living room.
> You hop off your chair, and scurry over to her.
Let me, i-i'll get it for you!
> Beginning to brace yourself for the inevitable as she approaches the couch you begin to say,
Twilight. . I'm so sorry...i...
> Twilight reaches the couch and stops.
> " It's not your fault Rare..." She magics up the blanket and drops it over her shoulders hopping onto the couch.
> Arching an eyebrow you trot to the couch and see he's gone.
> Letting out an internal sigh of relief you hop up next to her.
> Your heart tenses again in your chest as you realize Twilight is almost sitting next to what you believe to be a bloody rag that Anon had on his leg.
> Both scared of the idea of her finding of it and disgusted by the blood you decide you need to make it dissappear.
> Quietly you attempt to magic it up behind her.
> " He was so... upset... I need to find him soon to at least make sure he's okay."
> Her sudden speech made you drop the rag just behind the couch.
> Not really paying attention to what she said you just respond.
Oh, yes I agree.
> You wear a nervous smile waiting to see if your response worked.
> She wraps the blanket around her a little tighter almost snuggling into it. "It's only been a day but I miss him already. I feel like I can still smell his scent."
> Keeping your composure at the remark, and glancing at the blanket he just used you reply,
I'm sure everything is going to be ok Twilight. After all you said you just had an argument right? I'm sure everything will straighten it's self out.
> Twilight looks out the window " Yea... just an argument. .. you're right.."
> You examine her, she really does look like she's in bad shape, as she slouched looking out of your window. Twi why don't you try to get some sleep and relax. Worrying yourself to death won't fix anything for the time being.
> Her tired eyes look to you, " I-i can't sleep. "
Well you need to try darling.
> You say trying to adjust her disheveled mane.
> "I cant... I" she pauses " I guess I'm just to worried about him. " the second part not sounding very convincing for some reason...
Oh come here dear..
> You wrap her up in a comforting hug, though you don't understand why she won't tell you what really happened.
> Her sniffles can be heard as she appears to be holding back tears.
> Time passes as you coo her and tell her it will be ok.
> You are internally upset that she's withholding the actual reason of his disappearance, but at the same time want to comfort your friend.
Darling,  are you sure there's nothing else you want to tell me? You seem awfully upset over just an argument.
> Twilight has her face stuffed into your shoulder, and for whatever reason this makes her cry a little harder.
> She still stifles a "n-no... nothing else I want to -sob- tell anyone"
There there...
> You rub her back, understanding but still upset.

> You are Anon.
> A few hours have passed and you are full from a hardy breakfast.
> The bright wintery sun is out full force today, causing you to occasionally visor your eyes with your banged up skin raked hand.
> Breakfast was a good idea,  you feel stronger and more alert already.
> Proteins are harder to come by here but you were still able to find egg dishes.
> They were still uncomfortable with the idea that you were a meat eater, which was difficult for you.
> You hold a little white paper bag of pastries and bagels you picked up for Rarity, labeled with a " Thank You".
> It swings in your hand as you head back to her house.
> It's the least you could do for the time being.
> She truly was a generous pony, having offered you to stay and be taken care of on such short notice.
> You smile and laugh a little recalling her face when AJ was helping you walk to her house.
> The way she squinted her eyes and forced a grit toothed smile, clearly disturbed by your physical condition.
> Sighing lightly after your little solo laugh her house comes into view as you turn the corner.
> Approaching the front door you raise your hand to the door knob.
> Going to turn it, you realize it won't give, it's locked?
> Your pretty sure you didn't do that.
> You knock on the door a few times and try listening for anything.
> ...You can hear voices, but not clearly
> Putting your ear closer to the door you try to listen, a voice gets closer.
> You lean over peering through the curtains, hopefully your not disturbing her with a colt friend or someth...
> Getting a partial look into the living room, your brain freezes as you see purple wrapped in a blanket.
> A flashback of you peering through the window when you discovered your wife's secret, rocks you to the core.
> All you can see is the betrayal happening, her voice begging for more.
> You can feel your heart tense and it becomes almost difficult to breathe.
> Mixed emotions of hate rage and saddeness flood you as you freeze at the door...

> You are rarara
> Comforting Twilight is becoming harder than you thought, but you keep it up as genuinely as possible.
> After all, she still is your friend, even if she did make a huge mistake.
> A huge mistake that devastated your other close friend and model, Anon.
> Also biting your tongue about how much she's lying to you is chipping away at any sympathy you do actually have.
> 'How could she gamble a catch like Anon, for a fling' you think to your self.
> She must have a reason.
> Maybe not a good one, but one none the less.
Darling,
> You say pulling her away from your shoulder gently.
> Her red puffy eyes look up to you, while trying to hide how pathetic she looks.
Do you need anything? Food? Water?
> Twilight shakes her head wiping her eyes. " n.no thank you. I should be going anyway."
> The sound of your front door knob turning catches your ear.
> You keep your composure as you internally freak out ' sweet Celestia,  what if Anonymous is back'
Nonsense darling let me get you some water at least.
> Knocks from the door are heard loud and clear as you both turn in that direction
> Twilight must have locked it when she came in
> You silently thank her O.C.D
> "It's ok, it sounds like you have company anyway. I appreciate you just listening to me. I really needed it." She says as she adjusts her mane and wipes her eyes a little.
> Looking from the door to her you need to think quick, Twilight is starting to fold the blanket she had wrapped around her.
Breakfast! We, we.. should have breakfast!
> " That sounds nice, what day did you have in..." You cut her off
Today! Now!  S.so don't go anywhere let me see who's at the door, it's probably a material shipment anyway and we can be off!
> You don't let her respond as you dart to the front door.
> Half way there you shout back
Just give me a minute TWI.
> You annunciate her name again to be heard just in case.
> 'I can't take this much longerrr, I'm going to get wwrriinnkklleess' you say internally to yourself.
> Approaching the door you peek back to make sure she's not looking.
> Opening the door slowly you begin to peek through.
> Nothing?  You open the door more.
> "Who's there Rare?" Twilight asks walking in, making you jump.
EEE!... -sigh- Twi I told you to stay in the living room,  this could be for business I don't want to bore you with that!
> She arcs an eyebrow " Are you sure you're ok? You're acting strange. Maybe you need more sleep too. "
> You laugh nervously again.
Ah haha, Maybe I do darling.
> Shrugging you off she walks back into the living room.
> This time your certain she's not going to sneak up.
> Cracking the door open you poke your head out looking around.
> Nobody?  You're sure you heard the knock.
> You look down and see a small white paper bag on the floor, on its side.. facing you labeled " Thank You."
> Your heart simply aches for him.
> He must have found out she was here and left.
> With a look of slight sadness and disappointment you grab the bag and hide it in the kitchen.
> It actually begins to register to you the magnitude of his devastation.
> How much he was unable to face her in this moment.
> You can't keep the act up anymore.
> Walking back into the living room you say to Twilight, with a sense of dryness,
Dear I'm going to need a rain check on that breakfast I'm beginning to not feel well.
> " um" She seems slightly uncomfortable with your demeanor change " ya, ok sure. No problem" she rubs her foreleg with her opposite hoof.
> Escorting her to the door she begins to thank you again. " I really appreciate you listening and your shoulder to lean on Rare. "
> With a weak smile you nod,
 Anytime dear.
> You feel like slamming the door in her face but you politely wait until she turns to leave to softly close the door. > Grabbing the hidden bag, you walk to the table and open its contents.
> Some of your favorite bagels and pastries from Sugar Cube fall out to the table.
> Smiling to your self picking up a croissant from the table you speak to no one
You're welcome Anonymous...
> You are anon.
> Your legs have carried you away from the place of your treacherous wife, faster than you knew possible.
> Slowing down to a walking speed you begin to come down from your tornado of emotions.
> As you collect yourself taking deep breaths, you also realize you dropped Rarity's bag.
> Oh well, you can always get another.
> Your not ready to go back.
> Your not ready to see Twilight, and not even sure if you want to ever again.
> Why was she there anyway?
> Is she looking for you?
Yet she doesn't take one step outside after me at his house....
> You say thinking out loud.
> Accidentally,  you begin to work your self back up.
Why look for me now. Why would you think I even want you in my sight...
> Staring down at the ground you are on the outskirts of town walking into openness.
> No pony is around you as far as you can tell.
> Before you know it you're beginning to talk aloud to your self.
Don't bother looking for me. You might as well stay with him..
> Looking over your shoulder towards the direction you just came from, something begins to burn inside you again.
> Images and sounds plague your memory.
They're going to take me away from you huh?
> Your voice becoming darker.. deeper with a growl
YOU took me away from you Twilight. .. YOU!.
> Your body turns completely towards the way you came as your screaming now.
I HATE YOU TWILIGHT SPARKLE. YOU DID THIS TO YOUR SELF! YOU RUINED THIS, YOU BETRAYED MY LOVE!
> Your eyes are stinging red, as you gesture your hands in a pointing motion towards town while you scream.
> The silence after your screaming almost echos in your ears, as they begin to ring.
> The thumping in your chest is heavy and your breaths deep.
> ' Of course it's her fault... you were nothing but good to her... ' a deep whisper like voice echos in you head.
> That's right it... Is this your own thoughts?
> I mean you definitely think that but...
> You shake it off as you adjust yourself and control your breathing again.
> You also shake off the overwhelming loneliness feeling that was creeping into you.
> Needing a distraction you decide it's time to head to Sweet Apple Acres.
> It should be a nice family like greeting that would be very welcome right about now
> A decent stress relieving walk brings you to the boundaries of Sweet Apple Acres.
> Taking in a lung full of sweet air the orchard emanates, you smile lightly.
> This place is the closest thing you have to a real home.
> The main house catches your view as you begin making your way over.
> You snatch a fresh red apple from a tree as you walk, polishing it on your shirt as you make your way over.
> Taking a bite from it, you realize how much you miss this place.
> The crunch is loud and the juice plentiful, absolutely delecious.
> A few more bites and you drop it.
> They never mind, the seeds will make a tree hopefully.
> You spy an elderly green coated white maned mare on a rocking chair on the porch dozing off.
> Smiling you approach her.
> You loved her, she reminded you of a grandmother figure that you vaguely remember from your past.
> The sight of her warms your heart, like returning home after a long time away, quelling your homesickness.
> Walking up to her you lean near her and let out a ,
Ppsstt. You have a visitorrrr.
> Leaning back in her rocker, slightly confused waking up " wha who where nnooww? AANNOONN!" She states loudly and excitedly
> You display a whole hearted cheeky smile
> " Ohh my boy!" She wraps her front hooves over your shoulder and plants a big grand ma -e kiss on your cheek.
Hi Granny Smith!
> You return her hug and kiss.
> "Oh my boy, it's felt like ages since ah seen ya!" She holds on to you with her front hooves, legs distance examining you " Have you been eatin'? You look skinny son!"
Yes ma'am I have.
> Her eyes still glow with youth and happiness.
> "Where's Twilight sweetie? She didn't come with ya?"
> You maintain your smile understanding her not knowing anything,  but it still stings.
She's busy today Granny. I just wanted to stop by and say hi to everyone.
> "Ohh, well I'm glad you did sweetness! Ah hope you're staying for dinner!" She pokes at your stomach
Of course I will, if you'd have me.
> "Sweetheart, your family,  you're always welcome here! "
Thank you kindly Granny.
> She knows just how to melt your heart.
> You catch up with her on the porch for a little bit about what you have missed since you have been away when AJ strolls out.
> "Howdy Anon! How ya feeling? "
> "Whaddya mean how's he feeling? Was something wrong Anon?"  Granny Smith turns to you inquisitivly.
> Oh sweet Celestia don't let her get her lie detection going.
Oh, I just had a cold is all Granny. Nothing to worry about. Right AJ?
> You stare at her with a 'don't you dare mention anything' face.
> Your business with Twilight was nothing you wanted your dear Granny Smith worrying about.
> "Y - ya that's what I meant. Are ya feeling better from that?" She has the worst poker face you have ever seen.
Yes I am AJ. Thanks...
> Granny Smith arcs an eyebrow at you.
> Before she can get a word out you ask her,
Hey is Big Mac around? I haven't seen him in a while either.
> Granny replies " Ya he's out there somewhere. Let me get started on dinner then while you find him. "
> She rocks her self foward out of the chair as you instinctively help her.
OK let me know if you need anything
> AJ volunteers, " Ah'll give ya a hoof Granny."
> They both turn to go in.
> Before AJ goes in she mouths to you 'ahm sorry'.
> Moments later after navigating the familiar layout you find Big Mac in the barn loading apples to be used for infusion of the Apple Jackdaniels. [Think Fireball, only apuls instead of cinnamon]
> He drops the two containers he was balancing over his shoulders with a ground shaking thud.
> His strength always impressed you.
> You would probably have a hard time with just one of those containers.
Looks like you're having a hard time with that big guy, time to hit the gym. You're getting weak!
> He turns to you, " Anon! " he let's out in his deep bass voice.
Yessir!
> You walk over to him and give him a fake punch to the shoulder.
> He does the same to you, but his fake punch knocks you a few feet back.
> He let's out a laugh as you stumble.
Really funny. So I was thinking we grab a few drinks tonight, around here, a bar, a club I don't care, and catch up. Granny is already making dinner so after that I guess. You down?
> " Eeyup. "
> He was a stallion of many words.
Awesome can't wait. How's things been around here? It's the slow season so I'm going to assume slow.
> " Eeyup. " He nods agreeing
Still making the cider and Apple Jackdaniels? I love that stuff, it's been a while.
> He takes a few steps towards a  stack of wooden barrels stacked on their sides.
> He taps it with his hoof, with a proud expression, " Eeyup! "
Ah yyeeaahh!
> You both look like excited children that got new toys to play with.
> The genuine happiness you feel begins to become tainted as you begin to wonder how much he knows about the incident with Flash and your wife.
> Might as well get it out of the way now.
> With your smile fading a little you ask him
So uh, did uh.. AJ tell you anything that happened?
> " Eeyupp... " his tone emits a sympathy to it as he said it a little slower than the other times.
Ya...
> You rub the back of your head.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do now Big Mac. I don't even want to think about it to be honest. I figured,  let me come here,  to the closest thing I have to a real home and deal with it later... I think she's looking for me too. I ended up running away. I'm not interested in anything she has to say.. I'm not being unreasonable right?
> "Nnope." His bass voice confirms
I didn't think so.
> A short silence fills the barn as you catch yourself reflecting on your decisions up to this point.
> Your buddy Big Mac poured you a small glass Apple Jackdaniels while you were lost in reflection.
> He bumps you with the glass, offering it to you, bringing you back down to reality.
> You look from him to the glass and accept it with a smile.
> The small gesture was warming to you.
> He really was a bro, you needed to come more often.
Thanks Big Mac..
> He let's out a small sigh resting his hooves from a long days work, as he sits down across from you on on a hay bail.
> With a smile he clinks his glass to yours "Eeyup."
> The both of you continue to catch up in the barn, sitting on hay bails.
> The occasional sound of laughter booms from the barn as you both share stories.
> You needed this.
> The sun has moved past it's high point for the day, as the sky is painted with yellows ambers and oranges.
> Your conversation never let's up though, that is until the sound of a ringing triangle pinging and echoing loudly signals that your dinner is ready.
> Exiting the barn, still laughing and smiling, you both make your way to the house and inside to the dinner table.
> Now it's like a family reunion.
> You sit at a table with Big Mac,  Granny Smith and Apple Bloom.
> It smells amazing.
> Your stomach rumbles in anticipation as the smells of a vegetarian like Thanksgiving enter your nose.
> You also spy the apple treats that await for dessert, fritters, pies, candy apples etc.
> The feeling of warmth, of family, of love washes away any lingering negativity you have in the back of your mind.
> Dinner time was always a production for the Apple family,  but this felt different.
> It felt like a celebration of a family coming together again.
> " Before we start, now that we're all here, I just want to thank you again for coming Anon. We've all missed you son. I feel like the Apple family is whole again when you're here." Granny Smith says in her slightly shaking elderly voice.
> " Eeyup. " Big Mac says agreeing
> " Eeyup! " Apple Bloom emulates Big Mac in her higher pitched voice.
> Laughing to her self AJ agrees emulating her siblings "Eeyup! I told ya they missed ya Anon. "
> You almost feel like you have to hold back tears of happiness.
You're my family, I've missed you guys to. I promise not to stay away as long as I have. Thank you for this amazing meal so last minute too. Whaddya say let's dig in!
> The table let's out a small cheer in agreement and they all begin to eat.
> The conversation is loud and full of life as everyone digs in, laughing and smiling telling their own memories and stories.
> Apple Bloom is talking with her mouth full explaining her latest CMC plans " So we need a bunch of shovels -chomp- and we're going to make a moat around -chomp- tha tree house!"
> AJ sighs "Apple Bloom! Eat, or talk. Pick one! Yer spittin yer food more than yer eatin it!" She wipes her face off with a napkin, her motherly protective instincts kicking in.
> Apple Bloom flails her front hooves,  embarrassed of her big sister babying her. "Staaaaahp!" She whines.
Well you do know the food works better when you eat it not wear it right?
> Apple Bloom shoots you a squinty glare.
> You laugh to your self turning to Big Mac.
So you decide where to go tonight?
> " Eeyup. "
Awesome can't wait.
> Knowing him it'll be a small quiet pub with good food.
> The dinner wraps up, and you helped yourself to some apple pie.
> You know Granny Smith wouldn't let you leave without having something anyway.
> God that was a good dinner.
> Your heart was as full as your stomach as well.
> Sitting on the front porch waiting for Big Mac to get ready, AJ comes out.
> You smile warmly to her.
Thank you AJ. I needed you guys more than you know.
> She sits next to you.  " No need to thank me sugar cube. We all really do miss you."
> She tips her hat back a little. "Did Big Mac tell ya where you're going? "
Nnnope.
> She smiles. "Ah think you'll like it. "
> Arching an eyebrow you ask
Are you coming with us?
> " Nosiree,  have a guys night out. Also Anon, you're welcome to stay here as long as you need. At least for the night, and ah don't want you getting into any more fights either."
Yes mother...
> You pull the front of her hat over her eyes playing around.
> She fixes it and gives you ask pretend angry glare.
> Smiling back at her you bring her in for a hug.
Thanks AJ.
> She jabs your shoulder. "Don't mention it.  "
> Big Mac comes out to the porch and holy... Jesus he's dressed to go out.
> His mane is combed clean, and is that... hair product holding it neat?
> He's also wearing a light brown jacket and white undershirt.
> Pony fashion sense still confused you.
> It's ok to walk around naked, but ... whatever your not going to break it down.
> Besides he looks excited, you won't say anything.
Looking sharp there killer!
> You go to mess his mane up and he pulls back with a " Nnope"
> AJ and you laugh while he adjusts himself.
> " Big Mac you didn't tell him yet?"
> "Nnope" he says with a smile.
> "Well it turns out that a certain DJ is playing tonight at a club not far here."
A certain DJ
> "One of your favorites" she smiles
N-nooo wwayyy...
> You are Anon and you're going to get to see Vinyl Scratch DJ Pon3 play.
> "Alot of ponies should be there it should be fun!" AJ says, excited for you.
Thank you guys so much! Let's get going I can't wait!
> You and Big Mac head off to the party.
> This is the day you needed.
> You are Twilight Sparkle.
> And you are one miserable mare.
> You sit locked in your dimly lit room, in the silence over thinking and over analyzing every thought.
> 'This was an acceptable practice in early canterlot days so how wrong am I really... a.a and he shouldn't have been spying on me either...'
> Waves of guilt wash over you for even trying to justify your self with what you knew to be weak nonsense.
> You both had plenty of discussions of what a marriage entailed and what was expected.
> It wasn't very different from the standards of Equestria.
> The big one being divorce was hardly a word to be spoken here.
> You haven't slept much in days now for fear of the shame Luna will haunt you with.
> To replay the devastation in Anons face when he found out what you have done.
> To see his face discovering the trust you have broken and love you betrayed.
> Your mane still disheveled, eyes red and exhausted, all cried out.
> One tear still manages to roll from your eye down your cheek.
> There's no argument you deserve it though.
> You deserve whatever pain is brought to you.
> And you'll gladly accept any punishment if it'll bring Anon back to you.
> The damage you caused may be irreparable but you need to try.
> Your moment.... moments... of weakness can surly be explained.
> Anon has always been a reasonable sort of being.
> You didn't love Flash, not anymore anyway.
> He just got you in a moment of weakness.
> When you were vulnerable.
> He was always a smooth talker and this time--
> A knock at the door breaks your self destructive train of thought.
> "Twi? " is that Pinkie?
> You can't bring your self to tell your friends what you have done.
> What will they think of you?
> You're disgusted with your self and can only imagine what any pony else would think.
> Taking a second to compose yourself, you magic the door open.
> Pinkie pokes her head in, mildly deflated.
> She must have heard you cry, because she's not her usual bouncy spring in her step self.
> " Hiya Twi, is everything ok? " She says with a concerned face.
> Forcing a smile you reply, " of course Pinkie. Everything is fine, I'm just a little upset over a little argument Anon and i... got into."
> "Oh, you've been in here for a while." She says while she looks around your messy room, books scattered about.
> You slide a gossip magazine with a caption entitled " 50 ways to tell him you're sorry" under your desk while she looks the other way.
> "Y..yea. I've been busy. You know.. princess stuff.." You nervously laugh and rub your fore leg looking down.
> "Uh huh." She examines you catching on to your fishy behavior.
> "I know!" She blurts out
> You jump caught off guard.
> " Rainbow is going to a concert thingy that the Wonderbolts are going to be at. Some DJ, Vinyl something too! It'll be fun we should go!"
> Vinyl Scratch?  That's Anon's favorite DJ.
> A pain radiates in your chest.
> He loved all Vinyls music so much.
> "Well?!" Pinkie stares expectantly
Sure ok Pinkie. But I'm not staying late, I need to find Anon and tell him I'm sorry.
> Your brain forgot to filter that second part.
> " Okie Dokie Lokie! -squee- this is going to be SO MUCH FFUUNN" She gets Pinkie loud at the end of the sentence.
> Maybe this will help reset your head so you can focus on finding Anon.
> You're not stupid, you knew he was at Rarity's at some point at least.
> You saw the glass of water and pain pills on her coffee table.
> You saw the bloody rag you almost sat on.
> It's why you stopped before you grabbed the blanket... which smelled like Anon...
> The thing is you can't be mad at her because you lied to her as well.
> Anon probably begged her not to say anything.
> " Twi! Are you listening!?" Pinkie says in her semi yelling Pinkie voice.
I'm sorry. What? I was.. thinking..
> She glares at you for a second,  " I SSAAIIDD let's get you ready so we can go already!"
> You don't really want to but you go through the motions for her and begin to head out when you're done.
> " Yyaayy ppaarrttyyy! DJ VINYL PATCH HERE WE COMEEE!"
> There's the Pinkie you know,  she's bouncing around with a spring sound to her steps.
It's Vinyl Scratch Pinkie.
> "Whateveerr!" She still replies excited
****
> You are Anon and you are waiting on what feels like an endless line.
Come onnnn already
> You complain out loud.
> Leaning out to try to see the front of the line, you become discouraged at the lack of movement.
> The line wraps three corners of the building, but at least you're closer to the front.
> Every pony in the area has to be here tonight.
> The excitement in the air is electric though.
> The Wonderbolts and Vinyl Scratch under one roof, unreal.
> You feel like a kid on Christmas waiting to open your first present.
> Only your present is at the end of god forsaken line.
> A cheer is heard from up front, accompanied by the flash of cameras.
There go the vip's I guess.
> Big Mac nods " Eeyup"
> You cross your arms as a chilly breeze sweeps the side of the building.
> You take note of the scattered Royal  Guards keeping an eye on the crowd.
> 'Probably to keep everything in order, there are alot of ponies in one spot', you think to your self.
> Still you feel slightly uneasy not knowing if you can trust them anymore.
> At the end of the day, you have Big Mac though which puts you at ease.
> They would be insane to mess with him.
~~~
> You are Twilight Sparkle.
> And you're beginning to regret this decision.
> This is probably the last place you should be.
> No not probably,  it is.
> What were you thinking,  you didn't want to disappoint Pinkie.
> The excitement around you doesn't even phase you.
> You're here but your heart isn't into it.
> In fact your heart is broken, confused and scared right now.
> Feelings of hopelessness, pain and regret still whirl through you.
> You just want to find Anon.
> You want to speak to him, you have no idea what to say but you do want to.
> At the very least find out if he's okay.
> And tell him how sorr...
> What is that sound???
> Pinkie is bouncing in place in excitement with a spring sound with every hop.
> "Ooo Twilight you hear that? It sound like the VIP's are here! Maybe this LINE WILL START MOVINGGG!" She yells at the direction of the front of the line.
> The front of the line isn't visible to you since you got here late.
> You are a few turns back.
> "Twi! Why don't you use your" she elbows you a few times" ssttaattuus, to get us up front!"
> You shake your head
You know better than that Pinkie, I don't like using my status for anything. I'm still just a regular pony like everyone else.
> "No your not silly, you're a PPRRIINNCCEESSSS" she says excitedly for you.
> You cower a little not wanting the attention.
> But it does draw a few stares.
> You love her but sometimes her energy can be draining.
> Your scattered guards keep an eye on you and those that are now staring.
> You never liked them hovering over you, but you guess it comes with the territory.
~~~
> You are Big Mac [eeyup]
> You truly feel the greatest sympathy for your good friend Anonymous.
> That you could put a smile on his face during his time of trial and pain by bringing him here, was reward enough for you.
> You're absolutely sure he would do the same for you.
> You're family. That's what family does.
> This line is taking the steam out of things though.
> You look above the crowd, Anon being the only one really taller than you, and notice some familiar ponies up front.
> Anon notices this " You recognize somepony? "
> You nod excitedly "Eeyup"
> You nudge Anon to stay in line and head to the front where a bouncer about your height stands stoiclly with his glasses and ear piece.
> He recognizes you almost immediately as his features betray the stoic look he was fronting.
> " Big Mac?!"
Eeyup!
~~~
> You are Anon peering over the sides of the ponies in line watching Big Mac converse with the bouncer.
> Boy they're chatting it up.
> Looking back you see the anxiety build in the fellow line goers, along with some angry stares at the possibility of you getting in before them.
Hoo boy.
> You start hearing the mumbles " He's going to get in before us just because he thinks he's a Prince"   "He must think he's special"
> You are certain you heard the word " Beast" one or two times as well.
> The word deflates you some as you look over to Big Mac who's waving you up front.
> Normally you would never do this but you don't want to be around a group that just called you a beast.
> As far as you knew you were mostly good with the ponies here.
> The atmosphere quickly makes you uncomfortable though, and the word beast stings as it links memories back to your thoughts.
I'm not a beast...
> You grumble to yourself images of you almost killing Flash coming fourth.
I'm not...
> You exit the line and make your way along the grumbling crowd to Big Mac, hands in your pockets looking slightly down.
> This is the exact thing you were trying to escape from.
> You arrive and the bouncer opens the red rope allowing you both access with a smile, " Prince Anonymous" he nods.
Please don't call me that. Anon is fine bud.
> " Of course my apologies. Hey enjoy you guys, Big Mac good to see you buddy!" The bouncer pats his shoulder as he passes.
> It's show time at least.
> Entering through the threshold of boring lines to the party, is breath taking.
> The place is gigantic, you could get lost in here on the multiple floors and tiers that surround a center stage.
> The stage is finishing it's set up.
> Lights strobe and blink during its final testing.
> It's already busy and vibrant with life and excitement.
> First things first, you tap your friends shoulder and point to the bar.
> You sit down at the bar, back to the entrance with your friend and order your drinks.
Thanks buddy,
> " Eeyup" you clink glasses and enjoy your first of many drinks of the night.
> The place is almost at capacity as you and Big Mac wait at the bar for the show to start,  sipping your drinks.
> As much as you would like to go up front, you were good at the bar.
> Chances are you would probably get stomped to death during the show.
> You saw the Wonderbolts being crowded into a corner somewhere getting begged for signatures and photos.
> You're willing to bet Rainbow Dash is part of that onslaught.
> You liked them but you were amped for Vinyl Scratch.
> Your patience is rewarded as you notice the stage begin to liven up.
> The lights dim as you stand now in your spot at the bar.
> Before the song starts the bartender gets your attention sliding you some sort of mixed looking drink. Oh, uh thanks but I didn't..
> With out saying a word he points with a hoof to the the second tier.
Huh?
> " It's on her. " he says as he begins to walk away preparing the numerous other drinks at the crowded counter.
> Scanning the area of the second tier becomes difficult as the music starts to play the lights dim with light stobes and a fog machine kicking in.
>https://youtu.be/iw4cM7xiq2o
> Vinyl Scratch takes the stage as you search for the buyer of your drink.
> Vinyl takes her spot at her equipment with her signature glasses and light blue aura working the knobs and switches, balancing and preparing the incoming mixes in her head phones as she also takes the mic, " Listen up!! Time is short, and I know you're listening so I'll make it quick.. There is more to sound than you can imagine a-and I want you to hear it all!" She says excitedly.
> You see a figure among the dim lights near the edge of the second tier.
> Vinyl continues,  "So put down your phone, shut your friends up, and crank it to ELEVEN!" She throws a hoof up as the song begins in a gentle trance.
> You know the song, and the lyrics are strangely relevant.
> The place erupts in cheers.
> The lights are brighter to accompany the beginning of the song helping you better see.
> You can see a long, flowing dark mane, teal eyes that almost glow on their own... Luna?..
> Vinyl supplements the recorded lyrics with her own on a mic, between the transition of song pace with a, " I'll see you on the other side.."
> The song now kicks into full swing as the movement is alot quicker.
> Luna looks down from her tier with a barely visible smile as she slightly raises her drink to you.
> You grab your and raise it back to her with a wide smile across your face.
> " Ahem, Sir Anonymous."
> You turn to see a Lunar Guard standing to your side.
> His dark purple and lavander armor distinctively different from a Royal Canterlot bright gold.
> Not to mention gray coat, narrow slit pupils and bat like wings.
"I uh, please. Anon is fine. How can I help you" You talk loudly over the music.
> " Your company has been requested by Princess Luna Sir Anonymous." He repeats despite you advising otherwise.
" Anon is fine.. "
> You turn to Big Mac, he nods in approval.
" Alright then " you pick up your drink " Lead the way."
> The song continues on as your escorted to the awaiting Princess.
> Ignoring the stares and over heard comments you follow the Lunar Guard.
> "That's the monster that cut the line" - "The thing that Princess Twilight married?" - "I heard that he broke a Guard ponies wing for no reason" - "That's the beast" The sentences barely audible among gossiping ponies as you walk.
> There's the word again...
> This time it stopped you in your tracks.
> Your heart tight in your chest as you turned to see where it came from, your couple drinks emboldened you.
> You were unable to tell from exactly where but a group of them all looked shocked with wide open eyes.
> You suppose they didn't think you could hear them over the pounding music.
"Is there something you would like to say? " you raise your hands to the side as you yell over the song.
> They all look other directions either embarrassed or at a loss for words.
"Please don't let this 'Prince' thing stop you. What exactly is it that I have done to you?" Your voice is full of anger and frustration.
> You don't notice since you're fixed on the ponies infront of you, but Luna is staring down at the scene.
> Big Mac is also standing, towering over everypony, trying to see if he should come over.
> Luna's teal eyes go from a concerned look to you to a glare at her Lunar Guard.
> The Lunar Guard turns from Luna to the group and shoots them a look as well, slightly raising his bat like wings.
> Clearly intimidated by the Guards features, this causes the group to disperse slowly without a word.
"What the hell did I ever do to these ponies... I thought I was on good terms here.." You say to your self slightly deflated.
> The Lunar Guard pony responds to you, "Nothing Sir Anonymous, You're just different. Sometimes that's all it takes."
> Guess they have good hearing too, but the quick advice was rather profound.
> You assume due to the Guards appearance, they would know about being different as well.
" Yeah.."
> You nod to the Lunar Guard and continue to follow.
> Vinyl wraps up her song on the the mic as the music winds down ," Damn... you're still here?" Slightly out of breath " Well.. in that case... I'll see you on the other side.."
> As if on Cue from the music, you dissappear into the stairwell to go where Luna is,  following the Lunar Guard without any further interruption.
~~~
[ Go back approximately 1-2 mins]
> You are Twilight Sparkle.
> You finally made it in.
> And you still don't care.
> Your slightly disheveled appearance makes it pretty apparent.
> The music is blasting full swing, one of Anonymous favorite songs..
> The sight of ponies dancing.. happy.. enjoying the atmosphere is wasted on you in this moment.
> Looking around you notice a couple of familiar faces, but not the one you're looking for, the one you want to find.
> This would have been amazing to come to with him.
> If you didn't destroy things that is.
> It was always a little awkward dancing with him due to the height difference but fun each and every time.
> You would always get stares when he balanced you up on your rear hooves as he held your front ones.
> Or the way he would wrap your forelegs around his neck for a closer,  more intamate dance.
> His fingers would trace your withers, as your bodies swayed.
> Staring into each others eyes with a happy content smile, booping your nose with his own.
> You catch yourself smiling sheepishly, imagining Anon being here with you right now.
> But reality drags you back down as you are bumped by a passing pony.
> You heart absolutely aches as emptiness fills you.
> If you could take it all back you would.
> You hate yourself every moment for your own lack of proper decisions.
> Pinkie on the other hand looks ecstatic feeding off the energy in the room.
> "Let's get you a drink Twi,  that'll loosen you up!" Pinkie begins to usher you to one of the several bars.
> Sighing lightly going along with it you sit up at the counter.
> A Pegasus next to you leans against you at the bar and says over the music, "Hi, I feel like I've seen you before, why don't you let me buy you a drink and we can figure out how I know you!"
> His scent of cologne is obnoxious and his pick up line is terrible.
"Thats... That's quite alright.. thank you anyway."
> Chalking up your disheveled appearance, the dim lighting with occasional strobes and his smell of alcohol to being unrecognized as a Princess, you understand as you decide to keep it polite.
> You still feel guilt grip you.
> Why couldn't you just say this before.
> Why couldn't it be this easy to turn Flash away when it actually mattered.
> Pinkie catches you beating yourself up. "HERE!" She slides a drink infront of you.
> You really don't want it after revisiting how disgusting you really are...
> The persistent pegasus continues, " Come on now, you look like you could use a friend!"
> Nausea fills you from his blatant advances.
> In a harsh motion you move your bangs away slightly and point to the ring on your horn.
> You didn't always wear it but find you can't take it off now.
> It's a simple thing that makes you still feel close to Anon.
> His physical symbol of love and devotion to you.
> You are mentally aware of the lost meaning behind it now, but emotionally,  it comforts you.
> Pinkie supplements your action " And she has a friend already,  Me! TAKE A HIKE BUCKOOO!" Cue Pinkie scream.
> The Pegasus throws his hooves up and backs off.
"Thank You Pinkie.." you say dejectedly.
> " Cheer up Twi" she rubs your back a little
> You display a sad eyed weak smile.
> Vinyl wraps up her song on the the mic as the music winds down ," Damn... you're still here?" Slightly out of breath " Well.. in that case... I'll see you on the other side.."
> You hide your face behind the glass as you sip, the music felt to relevant.
> "Yyeeaahhh! What's up every pony! I'm DJ Pon3 and I'll be the one responsible for keepin tha wubs flowin into your ears! Let's spin this shit!" The excited white unicorn pumps up the crowd with her energetic speech as she plays her next song, her light blue aura switching things up
>https://youtu.be/qBRkCN5JnHI
> Taking another sip from your drink, your friend Pinkie is jumping and screaming with a 'Woooo!'
> The build up for the song comes to a peak, and the vocal drops before the beat is introduced, " Sometimes a lie... is easier to take." The flow of the song begins with a beat drop.
> Your shoulders drop as you hide behind your drink.
> Pinkie looks back down at you as she basically stands on her seat, watching you study the ice in your drink slumped foward.
> You feel bad but you just can't get into it, everything you see reminds you of your faults and reignites your guilt.
> It hasn't been terribly long but you feel as if as piece is missing from you, and you have no one to blame but your self.
> " Oh look! Isn't that Big Mac?" She points in his direction excitedly.
> He's standing tall clearing the height of most, looking at.. something, concern written all over his face.
> You try to look in the direction he is, but you're not as tall and the crowd blocks most of the end of what looks to have been a comotion.
" Huh I wonder what happened.." You say only mildly caring.
> Pinkie springs up and drags you from your seat, " Let's find out!"
> She really is trying to get some kind of emotion out of you.
> The crowd is thick but she's able to spring by most effortlessly.
> You see Big Mac relax back down at the bar he's at, picking up his glass having a drink.
> Pinkie is far ahead of you at this point as she reaches him first but you can hear her booming " HIIIEE!"
~~~
> You are Big Mac
> Your heart stops beating as somepony just screamed in your ear.
> Turning quickly you see Pinkie bouncing in place like her usual energetic self.
> "Sorry did I scare you? " Her smile is wide.
" Nnope." you pick up your drink sipping it, collecting your self.
> You go to open your mouth to ask Pinkie how she's doing, but as you go to speak, Twilight Sparkle enters your vision, closing the distance between you both.
> You feel a lump form in your throat as you silently panic.
> Pinkie seeing something wrong in your wide eyes asks, " You ok there?"
" E..e...eeyup"
> Pinkie looks back to Twilight then you, " What is wrong with every pony today!?!?"  She let's out a frustrated holler.

> 'She doesn't know' you think to yourself.
> Sweet Celestia you can not let your brother Anon see her and she can't know he's here either.
> What could you possibly say to diffuse the tense situation before it blows up.
> This is going to be difficult.
> 'plan your next words carefully Big Mac' silently coaching yourself.
> Twilight finally approaches,  wow she looks like she's in bad shape, "Hi Big Mac,  you're here alone?" She looks around for any pony else she knows.
" Eeeeyup!" You finish your drink and usher them to the bar you're at with their backs to the direction Anon went, signaling for a new round for everyone
> 'Nailed it.' you silently think to yourself.
~~~
> You are Anon.
> You don't know exactly what you're doing but you need to keep this distraction going.
> This name calling thing is getting under your skin, and you don't want to remember or face anything reminding you of Flash and or Twilight.
> The music and party overall was good discounting the stairs incident and line incident.
> You begin to stuff all that away as you follow the Lunar Guard to where Luna awaits.
> Approaching a closed door with another Lunar Guard clad in the same lavender armor standing on post, spear in hand, the one you follow speaks up , "Prince Anonymous of Ponyville, as requested by Princess Luna."
> The silent Guard opens the door, as the one you were following takes post next to the other.
"u.uhh.. thanks, but really the whole Prince thing.." you realize that they are in Guard mode staring stoicly ahead " ..nevermind. Thank you Sir's."
> They acknowledged you with a sharp unison salute.
> Well, Luna had an uncanny way of making you feel better.
> This should be a good thing.
> You enter through the open door to the awaiting Princess Luna.

> 'Wow this spot is nice' you think to yourself taking in the surroundings.
> There is a personal bar tender, nice lounge furniture set up, and an open forth wall next to a personal dance floor area, that over looks the stage and dance floor to the ground floor.
> You spot Luna towards the open wall leaning against the railing and, oh my is she jamming out?
> She's smiling as she nods her head to Vinyls music looking down to the stage.
> It's actually very... adorable.
> You smile watching her for a moment still unnoticed.
> Her mane flows with her nods and her cheeks raise slightly to her glowing teal eyes.
> The strobes and the changing light colors illuminating her features are captivating.
> They almost create an aura around her as her midnight sky like mane and tail reftacts each light and strobe a different way.
> You catch yourself staring and snap out of it.
> Silently you make your way to get two drinks from the personal bar tender.
> You leave some bits for a tip and make your way to Luna who still hasn't noticed you.
"You sent for me Princess? " you say with a grin.
> This startles her slightly, her shoulders raising a little as she gasps and turns.
> Relaxing but clearly a little embarrassed with reddening cheeks she sighs, "Prince Anonymous,  you startled us."
> Again with the title..
" Didn't we discuss the title thing Luna" you say as you pass her the drink grin turning to a smile
> She raises an eyebrow putting on a confused look, "Discuss what title thing, Prince Anonymous?.."
> Oh no... You completely forgot that fact that your only encounters with her have been while you were unconscious.
> You forgot to consider the possibility that it was all in your head all along.
"I.. i.. uh, what I mean to say is.." you stuttered looking for an answer. "That uhh..."
> You squirm as she looks at you inquisitivly.
" So you didn't... that wasn't you then?"
> You begin to see her poker face crack, as you are clearly incredibly uncomfortable.
> She looks down closing her eyes as gentle laughter begins to betray her act.
> "My dear Anonymous, that is what you get for startling us" she looks up to you with a smile.
> You sigh heavily, both embarrassed and relieved.
"You... are.. horrible"
> "Why thank you." She accepts the drink "and thank you for the drink."
> You join her by the railing looking over the club.
> She joins you watching over the party with a content smile.
> " Thank you for joining us Anon." She says while still gazing out.
"How could I refuse.  You have been helping me out so much. I should be the one thanking you." You say over the music slightly facing her direction.
> "There is no thanks necessary Anonymous. We enjoy your company as we have said. You have yet ceased to intrigue us. We trust you have taken your hardships in stride." Her voice carried without attempting to force it over the music.
> You did not respond right away, listening to the upbeat music and taking in the good times that were being had here.
> You did not want to discuss hardships, or remember anything negative.
> The reason you came here was to avoid all that.
" I would rather not discuss hardships or anything of that sort tonight Luna," you turn to her. "There will be plenty of it tomorrow, the day after... and so on. Tonight though... I just want to pretend I'm alright. That everything is ok. I don't want to discuss my impending divorce... my.. heart break or feelings of betrayal..and shame.. "
> You take a breath and take a large gulp of your drink.
" Tonight? I just want to be ok."
> Luna's eyes are full of sadness at your mention of heart break, betrayal,  shame and impending divorce.
> " We apologize if we have over stepped our boundaries in our questions dear Anon." She places a hoof on your shoulder.  "We truly do empathize with you. We have seen the pain you feel and only wanted to help. Please know that. Darkness can be a very alluring thing and we do not want to see you consumed by it as we once were."
> You swirl the contents of your glass and take another sip.
" I'm sorry too. And I do appreciate it more than you'll ever know. Just tonight though? I just want to have a good time." You say turning to her forcing a smile.
> She sees you're faking a smile and ties to make it real. "A good time you say? Then shall we have a dance? Does this qualify as a good time?" She says somewhat shyly towards the end.
> Your smile turns genuine as her request is spoken.
> She hides behind her drink a little sipping away at it nervously awaiting your response.
> Motioning to the bartender for two more drinks you hold your hand out to Luna as another song begins.
> She takes it and walks next to you with an anxious smile.
>https://youtu.be/uQGenZYBhHo

> She looks to with with an obvious blush and magics over your finished drinks.
> You begin to dance next to her, taking your drink , a little goofy and over dramatic to make her relax and laugh.
> Your attempts were successful as she began to chuckle behind a hoof she raised to her mouth.
"Come on I don't see you trying!" You say challenging her.
> She begins to loosen up as she shuffles In a pony two step motion, still nervously sipping away at her drink.
> Smiling at her you sip yours again, doing a simple two step of your own.
> She seems to be relaxing some more as her hips and body are swaying less mechanically and more naturally.
> Her eyes close a little as she let's the music take her body, clearing some of her mane away with her hoof.
"There ya gooo. I knew you had it in ya." You mildly tease her.
> Her blush returns but she's clearly enjoying the dance.
> You both continue to dance near eachother but separately, occasionally drinking your drinks.
> Unsure if you're just getting more comfortable,  or the drinks are catching up to you, you stop caring just enjoying the music letting it move the both of you.
> Until a new song comes on.
>https://youtu.be/9WBia_7jQqA
> The slow pace trance of it plays on your heart strings.
> You notice Luna hasn't missed a beat as the music moves her with her eyes fully closed.
> She looks breath taking...
> Shaking your head a little you get back to your little easy dance.
> Luna comes closer with her eyes half lidded. "Do you mind..i.if we danced 'with' you? "
> Something about the way she said that took the breath out of your lungs.
> All you were able to do was nod.
> She closed the distance between you maintaining eye contact.
> With out missing a beat, her forelegs were up and around your neck.
> Your chests were pressed firmly together as you swayed to the trance beat.
> Your hands found a resting spot on her mid back as you both made eye contact body's still moving together.
> You could feel each other's heart beats thumping and each other's exhales cross your skin.
> Accidentally you catch your self lost in her glowing teal eyes..
> Instinctively your hand traces from her mid back to her withers causing her to quietly gasp and push into you a little firmer.
> You weren't in control in this moment.
> The embrace was a thrill, and a welcome one at that.
> At some point during this dance of restrained passion the space between both your faces has diminished greatly.
> Your foreheads barely touched, as your bodies moved as one.
> Her scent was intoxicating
> God you want to kiss her right now, your barely centimeters away.
> Her eyes are almost pleading for you to as you both held on to eachother.
> That's it... You've decided...
> You can feel her hoof now gently rubbing the back of your neck and head as it feels like your souls are staring into eachother.
> You are absolutely enchanted.
> Your body's movements are synchronized down to your breathing
> Your foreheads that were lightly touching are joined by your noses gently making contact.
> All the while,  her half lidded pools of teal never leaving your own eyes.
> This feeling... You feel so wanted.. so appreciated.. so special.
> In this moment you acknowledge finally that your entire existence is burning for her.
> You stopped trying to figure out if it's the drinks, if it's the music or anything else.
> All you know is that in this moment she is in your arms and she is completely melting you away.
> The dance you both share is the dance of restraint at this point, and you were both failing.
> All the outside noises were a non existent muffled sound.
> The gentle bass that kept the timing of the song together along with some of the trance like sounds is all that registers as you hold your partner.
> Your fingertips run from her mid back along the side of her wings, to her withers again.
> Her eyes close as she opens her mouth slightly taking a shallow gasp.
> Your fingertips run from her withers gently up the side of her neck causing her to take another shallow gasp.
> Her breathing is a little heavier as warmth radiates from her body.
> Her forehead and nose push ever so slightly firmer against your own.
> Your fingers run up from her neck to her cheek.
> She responds by turning her head into your hand a little, embracing it.
> Your thumb caresses her cheek causing her to smile a little under closed eyes.
> The distance between your faces close as her eyes open slightly.
> 'This is it...' you think to yourself.
> Your lips pass her gently puckered lips, your bottom lip slightly dragged across her own.
> Your cheek moved across hers.
> The feel of her blush against your own cheek is warm.
> Taking in her scent from this close is difficult as all you are able to do is plant your lips against her cheek close to her ear.
> Although it was a kiss on her cheek there was alot of feeling behind it, the way you held her, the way your lips gently caressed her cheek before and after doing it.
" Luna..." you say quietly into her ear, " This is all that I can offer you right now...I.. I'm still.."
> She silences you with a quick peck to your lips followed by hoof gently to them, " Do not spoil the dance my dear Anon.."
> You smile as she buries her head into your shoulder until the song finishes.
> The song is over and a new one has begun, but she stays holding onto you almost cherishing your embrace.
> Music To My Ears (PON3 Remix):https://youtu.be/-bP4trLjo5k
> The new song that plays is a much faster pace and the party around you becomes louder and more alive again.
> Ponies dance lively, drink and cheer as the excited little DJ mixes away.
> Lights flash and change color feeding the mood.
> But you both still sway slightly not wanting to let the moment go, the new music pace and energy not entering either of your ears more than a muffled background noise.
> Your victory of remaining composed is bitter sweet.
> There was nothing more you wanted than to let loose and let whatever was going to happen, happen.
> Twilight went as far as she did... and as far as you're concerned you're done wi...stop thinking about her...
> You release your embrace on your dancing partner as the cooler air hits both your skin bringing you back to reality.
> Luna takes a small step back still maintaining eye contact, attempting to muster some sort of composure.
> Her eyes are full of desire for you but her words contradict that,  " We must apologize once more my dear Anonymous. We... we don't know what came over us... We respect your composure and resolve. Like always, you never cease to intrigue us." Her facial features show a hint of saddeness.
> Guilt finds its way into you picking up on that.
"Luna.. Believe me. I'm sure I'll be hating myself later, but.. I need things to be done.. completely.. Before I can even think of.. you know.. 'dancing' " you finger quote. " o.or.. anything like that. .. Not to say that, you know that...I don't w-want...i.. i.. I don't know anymore.. I'm sorry.."
> Your voice dies off as you confuse yourself.
> You don't even know what you were thinking.
> What just drove you to this situation with Luna?
> It didn't feel wrong by any means, in fact it felt like nothing you have experienced in quite some time, but how did it get to here?
> You have every intention to never see Twilight again...
> Your chest aches when her name makes it's way into your head again.
> But you don't know why, you truly never wanted to see her again.
> Luna displays an understanding smile masking saddened eyes.
> " Like we said Anonymous... We are sorry. You have been in our thoughts for so long. We tried to protect you in whatever way we could, significant or not. Whether it be from bad dreams and memories to distracting you from the pain you're feeling currently." She breaks eye contact.
> "We were being selfish just now. Not considering how soon such a... traumatic experience could still be affecting you. Putting our own.. wants.. before considering this.  We want you to.... well..." she pauses looking to collect herself with a deep breath and articulate,  the way she loves to. "... We can only hope you forgive us in our lack of... discretion. It's just... that, Anon.."
> She looks to the ground embarrassed, a pink hue crossing her cheeks. "Nevermind.. We apologize."
> She is hiding how flustered she is as some of her stary midnight mane falls over her face.
" It takes two to dance Luna" you say to her trying to lighten the mood.
> She blushes harder trying to hide a grin. "
> "Yes, yes we suppose it does. We hope this doesn't effect your... image or opinion of us. We would greatly enjoy seeing more of you Anonymous. Whether that be a visit in Canterlot,  or a visit in a dream."
> Did she just invite you to Canterlot?
" You know I always enjoy your company Luna. All I ask is to let me get some .... things... straightened out before we have another.. .. 'dance' " you air quote goofing a little with a cheesy smile.
> This causes her to blush heavy as she looks down covering her smile with her hoof lightly giggling.
> You reach your hand to her and gently move some of the mane that fell infront of her face away.
> Your hand caresses the side of her face gently as your thumb crosses her cheek lightly.
> She responds, by sighing lightly turning her head into your hand again.
> You can't help but to at least hug her as you stand by the railing, both overlooking the party.
> She leans her head into your chest having to settle for the hug.
> Her eyes look up to you longingly clearly wishing for more.
> But all she can do is wear a sheepish smile and turn her head back into your chest resting it there nuzzling into it slightly.
[Rewind several minutes]
> You are Big Mac
> And you are now trying to dance with Pinkie between the line of sight of Twilight and the second tier where your brother Anon and Luna are.
> You aren't much of a dancer at all, but Pinkie is having a ball now that somepony is entertaining her.
> "Shake it Big Mac!" Pinkie energetically yells as she shakes her flank.
> You smile uncomfortably as you take a quick glance to the second tier spotting Anon talking with Luna.
> Your eyes widen a little as you control your panic doing your best to block this line of sight, while keeping the bouncing Pinkie under control.
> Luckily for you Twilight doesn't seem to interested in looking around as she faces the bar looking down into her almost empty drink again.
> Pinkie is tiring you out, you have no idea how she never runs out of steam.
> I...is she doing the robot?
> You watch her as she rears up on her hind legs keeping a straight face, moving her fore legs robotically.
> Pinkie says in a robotic voice, " Do. The. Robot. With. Me. Big. Mac."
"Nnope... " you say dryly watching her do her thing.
> She pushes you a little,  " You're no fun!" She says in her Pinkie scream.
" Nnope." You turn back to the bar since Twilight doesn't seem interested in moving much as she nurses a drink.
> Standing next to her, you order another round of drinks and slide her one.
> She smiles weakly at you, " Thank you Big Mac."
" Eeyup" you say forcing a smile.
> It's strange standing next to her now.
> She honestly looks miserable and you want to feel bad for her but you find it difficult...
> She devastated your best friend through one of the worst betrayals you can imagine.
> A humiliating discovery of infidelity in the act.
> You can't begin to imagine...
> You catch yourself staring at her as you psychologically struggle between sympathy and disgust.

> You are Twilight Sparkle
> You are well aware that you're not the most up spirited you've ever been.
> Or the most put together... but why is Big Mac looking at you like that?..
> Maybe he's had a bit to much to drink?
> Your insecurity kicks in as you feel like his eyes can see through your lies.
> Like he can see your secrets, the very ones you wish never happened.
> Beginning to internally assault your self you think,  ' He knows... Why wouldn't he. He's Anon's best friend. They tell eachother everything'
> Playing with the ice in your drink your mood worsens as you look to him.
"Big Mac? " you voice soft.
> He blinks realizing he was staring too long.
"I...is everything ok?" You try to ask him some what shakily, hopefully diverting his thoughts.
> He takes a second to respond "Eeyup..."
> He was never incredibly talkative to you.
> You knew you had to read into him a little more to figure him out.
> His mannerisms were telling you he was definitely thinking about something,  looking somewhat conflicted.
"A..are you sure?" You look up at him examining his reaction recalling a book you read on deceit indicators.
> Big Mac touched a hoof to his cheek, scratching a fictitious itch before nodding and avoiding eye contact.
> 'Those were two big indicators' you thought to yourself.
> You look at him as he takes another long drink, placing the glass down between the both of you, turning away.
> Is he avoiding you now?
> Your analytical brain begins to activate.
> He obviously is over thinking something,  he's displayed physical deceptive indicators,  he's avoiding eye contact with you... He's here to see Vinyl Scratch.. alone?
> ...Vinyl Scratch,  Anon's favorite. .... ANON!
> Your eyes open widely involuntary as you reach your conclusion.
> You stare at him.
> He turns to you with a confused face.
"H-he's... he's here isn't he." You do your best to keep your voice under control.
> Drowned in Love:https://youtu.be/9WBia_7jQqA
> A new song begins to play as Big Mac appears to be sweating slightly.
> "Nnope" he replies lifting his drink looking towards the mirrored wall behind the bar.
> Your heart rate is up at the possibility of your love being here.
> Your eyes dart desperately around the ground level scanning for him.
> This could be your chance to talk to him.
> To tell him how sorry you are and beg him to forgive you.
> You had to try.
> Regret was heavy on your shoulders every moment of the day.
> There was nothing you wouldn't do for his forgiveness.
> There was no denying that you took advantage of his trust in you, and you need to make it right.
> You become frustrated not seeing what you are, at this point,  desperately searching for.
"Big Mac,  please. If he's here tell me where he is! " your eyes pleading as they begin to mist.
> The way he looks at you reads as a indignant ' why should I tell you anything' face.
> Saying nothing after a few moments he raises a hoof pointing to the front door.
> You look to the door and back to him confused.
"You knew he was here and didn't tell me?" Feeling somewhat betrayed.
> " Eeyup." His tone defensive as he responds not looking at you, glass to his mouth.
> His tone causes you to flinch a little.
" So he left then?... " you respond with a tone full of defeat.
> Another moment of silence passes as he sips his drink, still not facing you, "Eeyup..."
> The feeling of loss flows through you again.
" You know... Don't you.. " your voice is quiet looking down to the counter.
> He looks to you saying nothing, and turns back to the stage.
> He didn't respond with words, but you understood.
> You felt humiliated as the party continued around you.
> The happy, the drunk, all lively partying about.
> They're going to find out... all of them.
> What are you supposed to do?
> You have no one to blame but your self.
> Before you realize it your hooves were taking you to the front exit.
> Tears were welling in your eyes but you don't want any pony to see you cry.
> It felt as if your entire life was crumbling around you, as lights flashed, colors changed and ponies enjoyed their night, laughing, smiling and dancing.
> Among all of this you felt completely alone.
> Exiting the doors you are met by the bitter bite of the night air.
> A cold breeze sweeps over you causing your tears to begin to spill.
" Anon, my love, my life." You say aloud to yourself holding back a sob. "I'm. ..so..sorry.."
> Pinkie comes running out after you as tears begin to spill over your cheeks.
> She trots over to you, concern all over her face "Twi? What's wrong?"
> She begins to wipe some of your tears away, moving some of your mane away from your face.
"He's not going to come back Pinkie" you squeeze your eyes shut holding back tears.
> You take a few deep breaths trying to compose yourself.
"It's my fault. It's all my fault.."
> "Who Twi? What happened?" She begins rubbing your back.
" Anon.." you inhale trying to keep control.. " I... i.. "
> "Oh did you see him?!" She lights up a little.
"I..." you snap out of it a little looking at her confused, " see him? What do you mean, he left didn't he?"
> She giggles a little, " Nooo silllllly" she says a little drunkenly " I just saw him! He's on the second floor in some VIP thingy!"
> She pats you a little " So cheer up ..."
> You cut her off as you sprint back to the entrance.
> "Buckooo... oookkaayy?" Pinkie makes her way back to the doors swaying with a mildly intoxicated wobble.
> You explode through the entrance walking quickly, bumping into random other ponies not caring who says what.
> Big Mac can see you coming back in looking up this time.
> His mouth drops open a little as he glances to where Anon is eyes wide.
> He tries to make his way towards you, but it's crowded.
> Your heart thumps heavily scanning the VIP areas as your breathing is both excited and tired from your sprint and pushing.
> You can see some random dancing ponies... some vaguely familiar faces. The back of a tall..
> Gasping you squint a little trying to peer through some fog.
> That's him!!! His back is facing you but you could tell without a doubt it's your husband.
> You try walking around the side to get a better look and to find a way up to him, wearing a giddy smile.
> Excitement grips you, you found your husband,  your love!
> You understand that he probably didn't want to see you,  but you need to see him.
> You need to explain how sorry you are and beg for forgiveness and understanding,  you can't lose him now.
> The song is nearing it's end.
> Many ponies are dancing close enjoying the intimate embrace of their dancing partners.
> Adjusting your angle, you can see... he's not up there alone.
> You pause and stare as it appears he's dancing? .. With who you can't see yet.
> He is swaying though.. and is that hooves around his neck?..
> Your heart feels like it's going to stop and your smile fades as his dance turns him to an angle you can clearly see.
> You take a step back as a tremble can be heard in your breathing.
> Your chest is heavy with tension and stress.
> An emotional ache radiates throughout your body as you feel weak.
> You have found your love.
> And he is in the embrace of another mare.
> Foreheads touching lips almost together.
> All you can do is stand in shock right before you fall back on your flank, tears beginning to fall from your eyes without blinking, and mouth slightly open in disbelief.
> You watch as his lips graze hers and plants a kiss on her cheek near her ear as they whisper to each other. > ... You watch as she closes the distance pressing her own lips against your husbands.
> ... And you watch as your husband smiles back after this, while they continue to dance, the same way he would with you.
> He still holds her, Princess Luna, looking happier than ever.

> Big Mac approaches you as you sit in the middle of the crowded dance area unable to move a muscle.
> The ponies around you dance,  smile,  and enjoy every bit of their own moments but it all falls deaf on your ears.
> You feel like time moves in slow motion as you watch your love hug her, as she nuzzles into his chest.
> Big Mac looks up seeing what your eyes are fixed on.
> He sighs as he looks back down to you.
> You can't move... You can't even react as the sting in your eyes and the weight in your heart do not let up.
"W-what have I done..." you whimper.
> Before you even notice, Big Mac is carrying you away.
"A-anon.." you're barely holding your self together as you are on the brink of a break down.
> Anger doesn't even enter your emotions,  only guilt.
> You did this to your self... as mad as you want to be you can't.
> 'You took me away from you' his voice echos in your brain as the image of his distraught face burns your brain.
> You were brought outside but can't concentrate on what goes on around you.
> Big Mac and Pinkie are talking, but all you hear is a ringing in your ear.
> Your logical brain is unable to function in the moment as you stare blankly.
> At one point you notice Pinkie look at you in disbelief.
> Did he tell her?
> You honestly don't care anymore.
> You just want to go back in time and smack sense into yourself.
> You just want your love.
> You want Anon to love you again.

> You are Anon
> You feel Luna push her face into your chest gently taking in your scent with a small sigh.
> It's unclear to you when you two got into this moment.
> But you know it's incredibly comforting.
> Those drinks must be kicking in, but you're glad your better judgement remained sturdy.
> It would be a lie if you said that you weren't kicking yourself right about now.
> At the end of it all though,  you feel like you'll be able to look at your self in the mirror tomorrow a little eaiser.
> Your hand runs gently through Luna's incredibly soft mane before you release your hug.
> She looks at you with a small polite smile but with eyes still fill of want.
> She's good at melting you're heart tonight, she probably is nearing one to many drinks as well.
> You remember when Twilight used to... God damnit...
> The thought of your wife.. soon to be ex wife.. sends pain into your chest again...
> Maybe it was good that you halted things afterall.
> You definitely found your self caring for Luna alot, admittedly more than you thought possible in such a short time.
> At the same time though the thought of Twilight still hurt you a great deal.
> Luna begins to notice the change in mood on your face.
> " Is everything alright my dear Anonymous? " She says concerned.
> You need to collect your self right now.
"Yeah, absolutely" you put a little smile on for display.
> The thoughts that almost ruined this moment confirm the fact that you need some kind of solution with Twilight.
> Some sort of closure.
"I just was uh.. thinking I left Big Mac downstairs!  I should probably get to him soon. He's probably wondering what's going on.."
> "Oh, we see.. We were unaware you were in attendance with your friend. If you must take your leave we understand." Her tone was mildly upset but understanding.
" Yeah,  I should probably check in with him.  He's the one who got me in here after all."
> With a weak smile she responds, "We understand Anon."
> It was probably better to go now before you both end up doing something you regretted later on.
> You didn't want to test your willpower this night.

> You are Princess Luna.
> Prince Anonymous has just informed you that he must be taking his leave shortly.
> While this upset you, you did understand that he arrived her with a friend that he must attend to.
> You just wanted to spend more time with him is all.
> Some how he had this effect on you.
> You were drawn to him unlike any other that you can recall in quite some time.
> Being one of the first ones to... examine him... You felt a closeness to him.
> The times you were able to enter his dreams, his memories.. his darkness.
> They stayed with you, they were so painfully relevant.
> You felt a connection with him through the pain and misfortune you both shared, feeling like you understood him more than any pony else could.
> As hopefully he could you.
> And protect him better than any pony else could.
> You were slow to acknowledge this yourself though, you never let any pony close enough to hurt you again.
> By the time you did he was with Twilight Sparkle...
> The envy you felt towards her was immeasurable.
> But you respected their relationship none the less.
> You had to...
> But the anger you felt towards her for hurting him the way she did was on a whole other level.
> "Listen I had a great time with you Luna" he says stirring you from your thoughts.
> 'He's leaving you Luna... You scared him away. You scare every pony. Fix this you monster.' A voice, all too familiar whispers in your head.
> Shaking your head a little you respond.
"We did too my dear Anon." You smile polietly. "We do hope we will be able to see you soon though."
> Looking for his reaction you notice he takes a moment to think. "Well I do need to get to Canterlot at some point to arrange some... affairs I guess. How about I visit then? In the meantime you know where I sleep" he jests.
> A light blush takes your cheeks at his joke.
"Yes, we do know how to find you in your dreams. We would love to see you in Canterlot as well. You are always welcome."
> "Then it's a date." He smiles at you
> You hoof at the floor looking down with an embarassed smile at the word date.
> You're sure he didn't mean it like that but still, the idea of it.
> You feel his hand under your chin, lifting it up.
> He kisses your cheek innocently enough, but you still sheepishly smile again as it causes your heart to pound against your chest.
> " I'll see you then." He waves a little as he begins to leave.
"We... we can't wait" you say quietly as he leaves.
> While he is on his way out you re examine your actions throughout the night and felt some guilt for not thinking before you let your pure emotions control you.
> Before you thought about how his emotional state might make things difficult for him.
> He was obviously still distraught over the recent events.
> But you were ultimately glad you were able to provide any level of comfort
> Even it was being a little self serving and selfish.

> You are Anon.
> As you exit Luna's room, you notice the Lunar Guards still standing dutifully on post like statues.
> These guys were serious to a fault.
" You guys take care of Princess Luna,  alright? " you say half joking.
> You almost invoke a reaction that you assume was an ' implying we already don't ' face.
" I'm joking of course,  but thank you for the escort and the kind words at the stairs, uh.. " it dawns on you that you don't know their names.
> The slit eyed bat winged guard raises a sharp salute, " Prince Anonymous.  Safe travels sir."
> You nod, giving up on telling them not to call you a Prince.
> The title reminds you too much that you are married still to Twilight which sends a deep sting in you.
> Time to find your buddy Big Mac.
> You head back down the stairs towards the bar you were at.
> The ground floor is pretty packed with ponies having a good time jumping and dancing to the music.
> PON3 - Wub a Dub Dub:https://youtu.be/Qt3uqa8yBkM
> The good time being had by all brings a smile to your face as you start to search for Big Mac through the smoke and strobing lights.
> You hear Rainbow Dash on a mic yelling 'Louder!'
> Looking over to the stage, sure enough there she is loving the attention.
> She throws up a hoof with another 'Lloouuddeerr!" As she riles up the crowd.
> Throwing your fist up to the music, to mirror her throwing up her hoof catches her attention.
> She smiles ear to ear giving you a big wave from the stage.
> Crazy pone.
> You smile and wave back looking for your friend, that you could have sworn was at this bar.
> Scratching your head you look around.
> He didn't leave did he?
> You weren't gone that long were you?
> You begin to feel bad thinking that Big Mac thought you ditched him.

> Maybe you should wait a little here for him.
> As big as he is you recall he always breaks the seal before you do.
> With a finger in the air you grab the bartenders attention ordering another drink.
> They're starting to catch up with you.
> But it's a party who cares.
> The whole point is to have fun and mask the pain of...  .. to have fun...
> Sighing,  you drink your thought away.
> The song comes to its end but Vinyl doesn't miss a beat.
> She is by far one of your favorite in Equestria.
> You enjoy all types of music,  but when it comes to fun, and having a good time, overall nothing tops her.
> Celestia knows you could use it.
> While nodding your head to the music, Rainbow sneaks up on you.
> " Anon!!" She grabs on to your waist, her hooves latching around you with a vice like grip.
> Looks like she had a few to drink as well.
"Woah! Hey Dashie. I thought Vinyl was performing tonight, not you. " You smile with your smug sarcasm.
> She delivers a playful jab to the ribs before responding, " I won the raffle!"
"The what now? "
> She rolls her eyes at you,  " The whole reason I came here in the first place! I got to meet Soarin, and Spitfire behind stage, and after that I got to be up there with Vinyl Scratch!" She exhales on one of her hooves polishing it against her chest, "Try not to be too jealous Anon."
> Truth be told you actually were a little.
"But... haven't you met them already?" you ask slightly confused
> Her face drops a little, " Anon," her tone suggesting that you should know better, "The more I meet them the more they will obviously see how completely AWESOME I am and the more they'll want to make me a Wonderbolt! DUH!" She says with her light rasp and squeak.
> You pat her head teasingly.
" Obviously Dashie, obviously. "
> She puffs her cheeks at you a little annoyed by your response.

> You are Big Mac
> And crisis averted
> Pinkie was taking Twilight back home as you made your way back in.
> That was every kind of uncomfortable,  but you would do it again,  and better,  for Anon.
> Unfortunately, you had to tell Pinkie why it was important to take Twilight home, which means it's only a matter of time before every pony knows.
> You had to explain to her that Twilight was caught by Anon in the act of... well.. cheating.
> That's all you really know, and you don't want to know any more.
> You never got involved in these sort of things for this exact reason, but Anon was your exception.
> Truly you wanted to feel bad for Twilight,  but you couldn't find a piece of sympathy for her inside of you knowing what she did, especially who she did it to.
> Honestly you didn't know what the Princess Luna deal was about,  but again,  you just don't want to know.
> Making your way back in, you spot Dash and Anon at the spot you left.
> They're chatting it up none the wiser.
> You couldn't tell him what he just avoided with Dash there so you decide to not mention anything as you approach.
> " There you are peanut bladder! " Anon says loudly and some what drunkenly.
"E...eyup?" Maybe you missed what they were talking about.
> You assume he thought you were at the rest room, even though you were sure he always had to go before you.
> "I was lookin fer ya Big Mac! An ah foun yah!" He patted your shoulder.
> Hell with Twilight gone now maybe you could enjoy yourself with every pony.
> Dash joins in with a horrible imitation accent, " Well Ah'll be, It's Big Mac! "
"..E...eyup?" You figure you need to catch up on your drinks.
> About an hour or so passes while you catch up to their level of intoxication.
> You're all laughing and sharing stories boozed up.
> "An, an then Big Mac realized he kicked, a, a hornets nest from the tree with the apples." Anon is laughing at his own story , "an I never seen this big red manly stallion run, SO FAST. "
> Anon slapped his leg and threw his arm around you laughing at your traumatic story, as inebriated Dash joined him falling down laughing at your expense.
> Hell, even you had to hide your smile.
> You do hate hornets after all.

> You are Flash Sentry
> You lie on an uncomfortable hospital type mattress inside a room with a bone chilling cold to it, staring up with dead eyes to a slowly spinning ceiling fan inside an infirmary barracks.
> It makes the same creak sound when it spins past the same spot over and over.
> It's mind numbing.
> The memory of Twilight screaming 'I hate you Flash Sentry! ' loops and echos in your brain.
> She screamed this a few times after she teleported you here as well, before she teleported away with a sharp snap, leaving you almost lifeless in these barracks.
> Your swollen eyes stare at the spinning blades unblinking.
> Bruises and bandaged lacerations are scattered upon your face and body.
> A splint holds your crippled wing tucked to your ribs, held in place by more bandaging.
> This is what you have been reduced to.
> They said you might be able to fly again after some very painful physical therapy,  and some hopeful magic treatments.
> You replay the event that led you to this state over and over again.
> The 'thunk' of the lamp hitting you rings in your ears.
> The 'Crack' sound of your breaking wing still makes your stomach turn.
> But on the outside,  you are cold.
> Barely even blinking.
> Your brow furrows lightly.
> 'He is a beast... An abomination... That's all he is, and I'll make every pony see it...' you think to yourself.
> A silhouetted pony figure walks through the door stopping before it can be recognized " Flash?" It calls into the room.
"Corporal Sentry... " You grunt, still with eyes unblinking and uncaring
> After all you did receive your small promotion from Private First Class after your... act of heroism when Anonymous arrived..
> Your, quick thinking.. saved the lives of several Royal Guards ponies.
> At least that's what your report read.
> "Pardon,  Corporal Sentry... Your... Team... has begun to carry out your instruction. Every pony is being told about Anonymous being a threat... a 'Beast' as you worded it. The word spreads quicker than we thought. "
"Good... very good... They always were easily shaken..." you say nothing for a moment as your brain calculates your moves. " Are you aware of how wars are won? " you ask with some dryness apparent in your throat.
> " Corporal? .." the tone was confused.
" It's very simple... Wars, battles,  are won, through the hearts and minds of the ponies.." A slight smile crosses your face. "When a conflict arises, it is imperative to have the hearts and minds on your side for support. It makes things alot... eaiser if the populace sees you as the good guy, fighting evil, doing the right thing. If they believe there is a threat, and we take charge against.. the said threat... well I believe you can figure out the rest..."
> "Yes sir..." the unknown pony leaves the room silently.
> Who did Anonymous think he was...
> Twilight was yours before he arrived.
> You stopped a potential threat before he could cause any damage to anything.
> Yet they kept you from slaying this... beast..
> And here you are now... that beast stole your marefriend, is the reason you may not fly again... and is your Prince.
> The idea of it infuriates you, which intensifies when you feel the pain in your body caused by him when you move.
> YOU were supposed to be the Prince, you are of this land.
> No, you deserved it, and he stole it from you, he stole it all from you
> He'll pay.

> You are Anon.
> You and your buddy Big Mac are walking, somewhat drunkenly,  out of the show with Rainbow in tow.
> Time to take a trek back to the farm.
> The night air is cool, and the sky crystal clear with some stars blinking high in the nights canvass.
> It's pretty sobering as you walk briskly to keep warm while taking it in.
> Nights like these were under appreciated, you thought anyway.
> Your ears are ringing as everything sounds muffled from the loud club to the quiet outside.
> You try popping your ears to no avail to make it stop.
> Everything considered,  this was what you needed.
> A good old distraction from reality.
> Why deal with problems when you could always do it tomorrow, and hope tomorrow never came that is.
> Rainbow flaps her wings coherently enough to land on Big Mac's back where she shakily stands sprawling her wings out as if she's gliding while he walks.
> "Faster!" She yells while trying to balance.
> "Nnope" he says plain faced.
> "C'mmoonn!" She whines and whacks his flank with her hoof.
> "nnnnope.." he says unfazed
> "pfft" she keeps her balance and stays for a while.

> After a few minutes of walking you notice Rainbow is almost passed out on his back slouched on him.
> He knew this, as his walking became a lot more smooth to keep her balanced.
> Since she was sleeping his face became more serious,  something clearly on his mind.
> You hope he's not to upset with you.
"Listen,  uh. I'm sorry if I was gone to long. I know I came here with you and all and I hope you don't think I was trying to bail on you. "
> "Nnope."
"Oh. Ok good. So why the face,  cat got your tongue? "
> He shakes his head.
> Ok something is wrong..
" Are you going to make me guess?"
> He says nothing
"Ok then here we go... You actually are pist because I was upstairs. "
> " Nnope" he says with his unfazed straight stare.
"You don't think I should have accepted Luna's invite"
> " Nnope" same expression
" Hmm.. You're upset because you didn't take a lovely mare home?" You smile jabbing his shoulder.
> This breaks his seriousness a little as he let's a deep chuckle out, "Nnope"
" You're upset because Dash is drooling on your back right now? "
> She was, as she let out a open mouth snore.
> He sighs making a disgusted face "nnnope..."
"So what is it? It's obvious something is bothering you. "
> He glances back to Rainbow, who's snoring all out now, then to you.
> What does rainbow have to. ..
" Twilight? .." you mouth a whisper
> He looks back down and nods " Eeyup.."
> You stop walking as you stare at him.

"She.. Twilight was there? I didn't see her." You say tensing up. "When did that happen?? Was I upstairs? Did she know I was there?" You rattled off your panicked questions.
> Big Mac opens his mouth to explain.
> When Rainbow Dash,  half awake now, cuts you off. "She was there. Why? And see you with what?"
"... no one,  nothing nevermind. " you try to relax.
> " I heard you guys got into an argument or something, are you still not talking? " She asks groggily
> You can't bring your self to explain the situation all over again but you begin to burn inside at the thought of her telling others that all it was, was an argument.
" Ya. A little more than an argument, but you can say that Dash.."
> She raises an eyebrow over her mostly closed eyes.
"Don't worry about it.." you wave it off
> You understood that she is fiercely loyal, you just don't know who it would be towards at this point.
> At the same time you wouldn't want her to have to decide something like that.
> "If you say so,  if you need to talk about it let me know dork. I'm going home." She lazily flaps her wings.
> Goodbyes are exchanged as you then part ways back to the farm.
> During the walk Big Mac catches you up to speed with what happened with Twilight.
"So she thinks I'm with Luna.. like that?! We danced that was it!"
> He raised an eyebrow at you giving the 'really? ' face
"What? That was really it! I mean granted I put the brakes on things so they didn't escalate, but it's not like she walked in on me balls deep in.. ..  -sigh-"
> You pinch the bridge of your nose to put the oncoming sting at bay.
> The weight was heavy in your chest once more as you had to take a few breaths to compose yourself.

"I shouldn't have to be explaining anything right now. She fucked up not me... She took me away from her.. Even if I was doing anything,  I'm doing it the right way... I need to.. get a divorce." You stare with determined eyes straight ahead.
> He looks down with a small frown at the mention of the word.
"Nothing happened with me and Luna... She is helping me get through this.." you say almost trying to convince yourself as well.
> "Eeyup." He says not contesting.
"So.. you had to carry her out and Pinkie took her home? "
> "Eeyup."
"I'm sorry you had to get involved like that. I know how much you don't like it. But for what's it's worth I really appreciate it. I hope you're not to mad at me."
> "Nnope" he says reassuring you as you both approach the big red barn.
> You are home.
> Or the closest thing you have to one now a days anyway...
> At least you are among family, and ponies you truly care about.
" Let's crack that Apple Jackdaniels open before we turn in huh?" You say with a smile."
> "Eeyup! " Big Mac finally looks excited again.
> You pat your friends back as you head into the barn.

> The table you drank at inside the barn was wet with Apple Jackdaniels and cider that was spilled during the energetic explanation of stories you continued to share and the memories you both revisit.
> You tended to be on the emotional side of the spectrum when it came to being drunk.
"Ya know Big. .. Big Mac. " you say doing your best to appear sober. "You guys, are tha closest thing I have to family man.. I owe everythin to.. to you guys man.."
> He nods in appreciation dismissing your speech decay.
" Really man.. ah mean it.. ah love you guys. Thank you for everything. " you point a little at him to drive your seriousness home.
> "Eeyupp. ." Big Mac chuckles again deeply at your display.
" Ah just, I'nno know what to do man... like how do ah.. come back from this?" Their accent always influenced you over time, or just when you drank.
> You clear your throat realizing you were doing that.
" I mean" you look down at the stressed wood table top. " I loved her with everything I had man. Everything." You keep eye contact with the cracked aging wood.
> Burning builds in your eyes, that you are able to keep at bay for the moment.
" Everything I am, was for her. Every pain I endured every... uncomfortable meeting and questioning. Every prodding into what it's like to be an "alien"... a.. a beast... " you catch yourself sway a little. " and not only for it to happen. . But for me to find out the way I did. For it to be some pony who she cared about before me.  For me to find out that... I simply, wasn't good enough."
> You catch a tear beginning to roll down your cheek that you didn't notice until it's at your chin.
> With a sharp inhale you wipe it away and wipe your eyes real quick.
> With a forced painful smile you look back up.

> Your face is a little red as you attempt to keep your self composed.
" She kept saying sorry you know. That they're going to take me away from her if I didn't stop." You say stretching, trying to numb your hurt.
> You notice he is looking down now too, not uncomfortably but heavy from sympathy.
" Judging by your reaction, she told you that too? "
> He nods a little looking back up to you.
" Take me away from her...ha. I told her she took me away from her.. She did.." you say tapping your finger hard against the table to accentuate the 'she', your face shows rising anger.
> You let out a long sigh staring at the high ceiling and support beams that held the roof and walls.
> For a moment you just listened to the gentle gusts of midnight air blowing over the sturdy barn.
> Taking your drink in hand, you finish it's contents, slamming the mug back down with an 'ahhhh'
" You want to know tha crazy part?" You lean on the table for support to stop your sway.
> Big Mac looks to you with a face of curiosity, an eyebrow slightly raised.
" ..." you pause, even drunk you reconsidering saying anything.  " I still love her."
> Big Mac has a look of confused shock that he tries to keep minimal.
"And I can never see her again.. never look at her and not feel pain and betrayal,  never act like it's ok and not wonder what she's really doing. The very idea of seeing her is torturous. The thought of trust impossible.  How can I forgive that?? ... how could I? It's over. It has to be..."
> Hearing yourself say that out loud felt strange as a deep sorrow filled your heart in another realization.

> These thoughts are the ones you have been purposely avoiding.
> The reason you're drinking even to this moment.
> They were feelings you did not want to admit or acknowledge.
> Feelings and thoughts of embarrassment,  pain, inadequacy,  humiliation...lost love... to be banished somewhere within the depths you your existence never to be delt with.
> Yet there it is, all on the table now infront of your best friend.
" Could you forgive that?" Your voice rasps a little as you try to keep it together, your hazy eyes and pained smile looking to Big Mac.
> Big Mac frowns and looks back to you responding quietly.  "Nnope.."

> You nodded to yourself quietly.
> All your frustration and pain at the forefront of your mind now.
"nnnope. .." you respond back to him.
> Your voice was quiet, and your face visibly deep in thought.
> It begins to dawn on you that you may have over vented.
> Drinking tends to get you talking a little more than you probably should.
> You take a deep breath while standing at the table to collect your thoughts to a place where they won't bother you anymore.
> Leaning across the table you pat Big Mac on his shoulder.
"Your a good friend Big Mac... I sincerely hope someday I can make it up to you. But for now, I'm gonna turn in. I'll just stay in here for the night if that's ok, I don't want to intrude."
> He nods to you looking exhausted himself.
"Goodnight bud." You say while walking to a corner of the barn.
> "Eeyup... " he gives you a little wave as he retires to his own room.
> A cool gust enters the barn as he opens the door to leave.
> After he closes it you plop down with a long sigh in a pile of hay.
> You had many of good naps here when you used to work on the farm.
> It was strangely nostalgic.
> Staring up at the ceiling of the barn again you try to calculate what your next moves should be, as you fight to hold open your heavy eye lids.
> Should you go to Canterlot and figure out your next steps of divorce?
> Should you confront her personally and give her an opportunity to speak?..
> If so would it actually matter?
> Or maybe just stay off the grid and work at the farm to keep you busy..
> Either way, you owe the Apples for their support and hospitality.

> You'll make it up to them during the busy season when they need the help most.
> The soothing sound of a gentle breeze rustling leaves on tree branches, and the whisper of it going over the barn begins to relax your muscles.
> Before you even realize it sleep has taken you.
> Several moments pass as you begin to snore lightly.
> The door creeks and another cool gust enters the room causing you only to shift slightly and roll to the other direction.
> Instinctively you throw your arm over in your sleep where Twilight would be to cuddle into for warmth, or just to hold onto as you slept.
> Your arm pats the empty hay looking for her warmth out of muscle memory,  but you do not wake as your arm stays outstretched.
> The door closes quietly as the gentle clack of hooves walking slowly moves in your direction.
> The dim figure stands before your sleeping body.
----
> You are Twilight Sparkle
> A tearful sniffle can be heard from you as you stood in the shadows approaching Anon.
> Stepping closer, you become visible, to no one as Anon snores periodically.
> Your hooves stop within reaching distance of him.
> The only thing you can do is watch him sleep for a moment, your face displaying obvious signs of holding back a tidal wave of emotions.
> You wanted to be mad from his... moment.. with Luna.
> The idea of your husband in the arms of another mare boiled your blood.
> You wanted to be mad that he's been avoiding you.
> Not giving the opportunity to get one word in.
> But even you know there was just to much justification that you provided him.
> How can you fairly be mad when you did what you have done?
> The reminder of it alone makes you feel disgusted in your self.
> You were able to hear most of the conversation from outside the barn.
> The feeling of emptiness and regret still plagued every bit of your existence, and hearing his vent to Big Mac drove you further to pieces.
> The word divorce still ringing in your ears chipping away at your resolve.
> Your heart also ached more than you have ever felt watching his arm occasionally pat and reach for the spot you very well recognize as the spot you would be sleeping.
> You take a breath building confidence for what your sure is a bad idea.
> Approaching Anon silently,  you slip into the hay he laid on and gently scoot his arm over you, facing him.
> He made a small sound as his arm began to bring you in instinctively towards his body.
> He was a relatively heavy sleeper, even more so after a few drinks so you knew this was to your advantage.
> Your stomach and chest were now against his, as his unconscious body reeled you in.

> You looked up to his sleeping face, with tears brimming in your already red, stinging eyes.
"I'm more sorry than you'll ever understand,  my love..." your whisper is little more than a few squeaks as you hold back full blown tears.
> After planting a prolonged gentle kiss to your husbands sleeping lips, you bury your face into his chest taking in a deep inhale of his familiar scent.
> Laying quietly in his involuntary embrace, you temporarily let everything go as he holds you.
> You listen to his beating heart, his breathing,  even the light snores just melting in his embrace.
> Something you realize you took for granted and may very well never have again.
> A few tears escape your eyes as your head laid on his chest not wanting to let the peaceful moment go.
> The sound of some of your sniffles accompanies the sound of the breeze rustling the trees and the whisper it makes over the barn.

> Your head rises and falls slightly with your husbands sleeping breaths. > Savoring your last few moments, you snuggle into him a little more, nuzzling your face into his chest.
> Even something like his light snores that used to annoy you are comforting as you embrace and take in the familiarity of it.
"Oh, my love..." you begin to choke back up when you try speaking quietly. " I wish I could take this all away. I.." your yawn cuts your sentence off.
> You haven't slept in some time now, and this is the closest thing you had to comfort since the whole... incident.
> The weight of your exhaustion closes in on you quickly and unexpectedly.
"I..."
> Your eyes become to heavy to hold open anymore.
> The gentle rising and falling of his chest combined with his hold on you and realization of complete exhaustion leaves you with one last thought.
> ' maybe just a quick nap...'
> You rub your face into his chest a little finding your final comfort spot, which caused his arm to instinctively run his hand up your side, his fingers grazing your coat liggtly, in response.
> A small pained yet genuine smile crosses your mouth.
> You are lost in the most bitter sweet happiness you could imagine...
> Until sleep takes you, while in the embrace of the only place you want to be in all of Equestria.
> The arms of your love..

> "The hat is picking the apple, I repeat,  the HAT is PICKING. THE. AAAPPPPLLLEE"  a loud frustrated whisper comes from the outside of the barn.
> Your lookout, Pinkie is trying to alert you.
---
> You are Pinkie
> This was the code phrase you discussed!
> Why isn't she answering!
> You lay low in your black stealth sneak suit observing someone coming from the Apples main house.
> You knock the wall quietly but quickly.
"The hat is picking the APPLE!"
> No response.
> 'You're going to have to make entry Pinkie!' You think to yourself.
> Slinking among the shadows cast by the barn in the moonlight you make your way to a window.
> Placing your hooves on it quietly you slide it open.
> 'easy now.. eeaassyy' you think as you begin to climb in.
> After you get your head and front hooves through you begin to teeter.
> You fall foward into the barn with a loud thud as some farm tools fall to the side making a clanking noise to accompany your 'OOF'.
> After a second you spring up as your head stays still but your eyes dart left and right with a serious face inspecting the area for any pony who may have seen you.
" Structure has been infiltrated" you whisper to no one, stuck in your special ops stealth mind set.

> You trot silently to the middle of the barn as you accidentally knock over more equipment.
> You drop and roll under a table that's wet with Apple Jackdaniels and cider.
> Checking left and right over dramatically yet stealthily,  you tuck and roll out from under the table towards Twilight.
> She's in Anons arms sleeping?
> But she and Big Mac just told you what really happened, that Anon and Twilight were fighting because he threw out Smarty Pants, Twilight's favorite study partner rag doll.
> I mean really!
> You know how much she loved that thing.
> She told you she needed to see Anon to apologize for the things she said to him.
> And how bad she felt for the decision she made in yelling at him.
> But why are they sleeping in a pile of hay?
> Why not just go home, and why have you as a look out?
> Something isn't adding up hheerree...
> You hear hoof steps along the side of the barn.
> ' And that something can wait ! I don't like math anyway!' You think as you begin to poke Twilight.
"Twi wake uppp. Some ponies coming! " you whisper urgently.
> She waves a hoof at you "5 more minu..." she trails off exhausted.
" Twi..llliigghhtt wake up!" You smack her flank with your hoof.
> She twitches as she rouses from her sleep. , "Pinkie what the hay!? " She whispers confused and groggy.
"We have to go nnooww!" Panic clearly your face.
> The front door begins to creek open sending in a cool breeze.
> Twilight's eyes open widely in shock realizing she's about to get caught in a difficult to explain situation.
> You look to the front door then back to Twilight.
> She is reaching her head up to Anon's, her cheek to his with her eyes closed whispering something, maybe saying goodbye?
> She kisses his cheek softly.

"Twi!" Your ducking low now.
> She turns to you as her horn glows.
> With a signature -snap- you are both teleported out of the barn.
> Anon's arm falls to the hay limp, and after a moment, it out of habit, pats and searches the empty hay pile next to him, Unconsciously looking for what it was so accustomed to.
-----
> You are Anon.
> The familiar -snap- rings in your ears.
> While your eyes remain closed your arm pats where your comfortable warmth once was.
> There's a small moist spot on your chest, and a cold feeling on your side where the cuddly warmth just was.
> The cool breeze hits you once more.
> A figure stands in the doorway. "A..anon? Sugarcube?.. you awake? "
> You say nothing still pretending to sleep.
> You hear Apple Jack grumbling to her self, "... Big Mac can't even give Anon ah blanket, ah swear sometimes that pony.. "
> The feeling of a blanket being draped over you distracts you from the grumbling.
> The caring touches of you being tucked in on your makeshift hay bed brings you a different kind of warmth. > "Night sugar cube..." she whispers after setting you up in the blanket.
> When she exits the barn quietly,  the draft doesn't faze you as the blanket shields you now.
> After hearing the door close, your eyes open slightly and stare at the spot Twilight was laying.
> Her tears still moist on your shirt.
> You were awake when she was here...
> You let her climb into your arms.
> But no one has to know that except for you...
> You barely sleep a wink that night as you assault your own thought process.
> Why did you let her do that?
> Maybe you actually wanted her to?
> Did you drink to much?
> Or were you looking for some familiar comfort.
> Deep down it nags you that it was more than likely your last safe way to say goodbye...

> Your blood shot eyes stare out of the barn window as the morning sun begins to invade it.
> 'This is going to be a long day...' your exhausted mind thinks to itself.
> Stretching in your hay bed you let out a yawn.
> You usually sleep so well on this too, shame.
> After neatly folding the blanket on your makeshift bed you begin to straighten out the mess you left in the barn and table.
> After you are done you make your way to the house praying they have coffee or some type of caffeine to fight this exhaustion.
> Reaching the front door your nose confirms your wishes, and then some.
> The smell of ground brewing coffee, pancakes and fruit dances with your sense of smell.
> You knock a little before entering.
> "Who is it?" The elderly slightly shaky voice calls out from the kitchen.
"It's me Granny Smith"
> "Ohh Anon my boy! You don't have to knock this is your home you know that." She says poking her head out from the kitchen.
> Her face drops seeing that you look like you slept in, well, a hay bin.
> "Ahn, ya know you're not steppin one hoof into this kitchen until you clean your self up sonny. " she says pointing a hoof upstairs to the bathroom.
> You give yourself a look over.
"B..but I'm hungryyy" you pout at her, playing around.
> " Well then ya better hurry up then huh!" She gives you her stern Granny stare.
"Yes ma'am." You say making your way to the shower.
> You enter the bathroom and lock the door behind you.
> Tossing your shirt on the floor, you notice some fine purple hairs on your once tear stained shirt and can't help but stare at it for a moment as a mix of emotion begins to creep into you.
> Sighing,  you do what you do best, and ignore it

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> The shower is nice and hot as you feel the grime of the day before rinse off of you.
> You let the hot water run against your sore back for a while relaxing a moment.
> A knock at the door startles you some. "Anon, " AJ hollers on the other side " I have some clean clothes fer ya, hopefully you still fit in them!"
> They must of been from when you worked here.
"O..okay thanks!"
> Taking a moment of relaxation and clarity you begin to think what to do next.
> Stay working on the farm for a while to distract yourself, go to Canterlot and figure out if a divorce is possible, find Twil... nah you definitely don't want to do that right now...
> Your stomach grumbles, guess that's your first step, your starving.
> You take a look at your calf where a fresh scar remains while washing yourself off.
> Looking it over you're impressed on how strangely quick it healed.
> Stepping out of the shower refreshed, you reach outside keeping behind the door in a towel, to see what the clothes left for you were.
> Oh boy...
> A pair of overalls... and a white t shirt.
> You look back to your dirty clothes wondering "how bad are they really."
> You pick up your dirty shirt and sniff it.
> Making a 'nope' face you drop it as the smell of un washed day stink, and Twil...er.. alcohol violated your nose.
> Sighing you suit up in your overalls and white t shirt.

> Leaving the bathroom you approach the kitchen.
> Turning the corner into it, the conversation stops as Granny Smith,  Apple Jack and Apple Bloom stare at you in your fresh new threads.
> They all hold back a chuckle.
"Eeyup.. let it out." You brace your self.
> Apple Bloom loses it first leaning back in her chair pointing a hoof at you laughing.
"Uh huh.. "
> Apple Jack hides her laughter behind her hoof while Granny Smith smiles widely with a chuckle.
> You take a seat at the table.
"I take it Big Mac is still out cold?"
> "eyup, ah can hear him snorin in the hallway." Apple Bloom responds coming down from her laughter beginning to stuff her face with pancakes.
> Granny Smith slides some pancakes onto a plate infront of you, "Here ya go my little farmer boy! "
"Thanks Granny Smith. ." You blush a little.

> You enjoy your breakfast with only a mild amount of teasing harassment from your loving mares.
> Once more Apple Bloom ends up wearing and dropping more food on herself and the table than eating.
> "Ah swear Apple Bloom... Do you even taste what your eating? Or do you shove it straight into yer stomach." Her big sister gives her mother like speech.
> Apple Bloom turns to her while rubbing her full belly satisfied from a filling breakfast and let's out a long burp. "Buuuuuuurp.. ahhhh" she smiles wide.
"Nniiccee" you say laughing, still picking at your food.
> AJ looks frustrated with her "really?!"
> She hops from her chair, but Apple Bloom already has the jump on her taking off out of the kitchen giggling and laughing.
> "C'Mere ya little silly filly!" AJ chases her out of the kitchen.
> You smile warmly watching them run out holding your hot coffee to your face taking a sip.
> "Those girls, ah'll tell ya Anon. Out of their minds." She says humoring herself.
"Yea." You hear Apple Bloom squeal with laughter as you assume Apple Jack caught her.
> "Mind helping me with the dishes dearie?" She says while standing
"Anything for you Granny Smith" you join her standing and collecting some plates bringing them over
> You clean up the table in relative silence until she breaks it. " So sonny, how's Twilight?  It's unlike the both of you to be apart like this." She says while her attention is on cleaning the dishes.
> Her question sends a lump in your throat as you try to scramble a story together.
"Well uh.. Ya know.. she's just.. doing Princess stuff and all. " you stammer
> "Uh huh. Son do you think ah was born yesterday?" She stops washing the dishes and turns to you.
> She always had the stare that made you know whatever lie or story you had, is now over.
> And quite honestly still put a scare in you.
" No ma'am I dont." You sit back down at the table looking at a place mat.

> She glances to the entry way to the kitchen to make sure no pony was there then looks back to you. "Ah won't say what ah know or why ah know but ah do know. Now let me start by sayin, yer welcome here no matter what you ever decide to do."
> You simply nod, waiting for the lecture.
> "Now Anon. Ah can't tell you what to do... yer an adult. And you've grown to be a fine young man if ah do say so myself. But it's clear as red on an Apple prime fer pickin, that yer avoiding somethin that's eatin ya alive. Whatever the something is, I suggest you decide how to tackle it and set yerself straight. That make sense son?
> She can read you like an open book.
"Yes Granny.." you say nodding lightly.
> She drops her dish washing and walks over to you giving you a big Granny kiss on your cheek followed by a big Granny hug rocking you in it slightly. " I just want to see you happy my boy."
> You return her hug the motherly embrace of it gives you comfort. "Thank you..I just need some time is all."
> "Well you got a place to stay here. Just promise me you you'll address it is all." She rubs your arm a little and returns to her dishes.
> You nod and get up to get some chores done around the house and farm.
> You'll take care of Big Mac's jobs for the day, it's the least you can do.

> The day passes uneventful,  and you love it.
> The silence is relaxing, and the labor keeps you in shape and occupied.
> Stacking full wood barrels is alot harder than Big Mac makes it look, but alot easier than you remember from when you first started.
> You enjoy the sweat you work up doing it though.
> Before you know it the day passes you by, and it was wonderful.
> The nature, the outdoors.
> Not a care in the world besides for the physical tasks infront of you.
> Maybe you'll stay in the barn again tonight.
> Your hay bed wasn't too awful afterall, and now you have that blanket.
> You decide to turn in a little early since you got no sleep the night before.
> Without telling any pony, you plop down on your makeshift bed and throw the blanket over yourself with a long sigh.
> Your tense muscles, sore from the day of labor begin to relax.
> You squirm a bit under the blanket trying to find just the right spot.
> Taking in a long inhale of cool air, you hold it for a second or two and let out a long exhale finding your comfortable spot.
> Your eyes are heavy, you didn't even realize how exhausted you were from keeping yourself busy.
> Before you can fully finish that thought sleep has snatched you from reality.
> Your over exerted body welcoming the relaxation for a chance to rest and rebuild.
> "Welcome my dear Anonymous,  we have been waiting for you. " a familiar voice states.

> You are Anon
> It takes a moment for you to focus your eye sight.
> When your vision clears you find your self standing on a small wooden bridge that crosses a little babbling brook.
> The sound of the water running over the small rocks, creating small white bubbles in the stirring current,  is incredibly relaxing, washing any tension you were carrying away.
> Small fish swim up against the gentle current not making much progress.
> It complements the perfect night scenery.
> A mostly full moon hangs high in the night sky again, dramatically large.
> An occasional shooting star streak decorates the midnight atmosphere.
> Leaning your forearms on the railing you notice Luna standing next to you admiring the flowing water and enjoying the relaxation it offers.
> For a while you both sit in silence, appreciating the moment and scenery.
> "We missed your company the prior night Anon. We hope that all is well with you." She breaks the silence, her gentle sparkling teal eyes still out on the moving water.
> You turn to her noticing them, "... Ya.. I just.. I just have alot on my mind is all." You stammer, captivated by her eyes.
> Your gaze turns to the wood planks under your feet then out to the deep purple and dark blue horizon.
> "We can only imagine, and once again apologize if we complicated anything for you. " Her voice has a sense of sadness in it with genuine apology.
> The tone plays on your heart strings feeling guilt, knowing very well that you wanted the same things as her in the moment you shared.
> ...but it was for the best that restraint was shown. Right?

> Without fully thinking you end up replying.
"There's nothing to apologize for, if it's something we both wanted." This time you kept your gaze to the purple and deep blue mix horizon as you spoke.
> Internally to yourself you think, 'why did you say that Anon...'
> Her eyes turn to you at the end of your sentence,  her cheeks flushed with a little pink hue.
"I just want things... I don't even know... I don't want to hurt you or anyone else. I don't want to hurt anymore either though... i.."
> "Anon..." she cuts you off,  which makes you lower your gaze, still not facing her.
> "We are perfectly aware of the... lines we may have crossed sharing that" she clears her throat "dance... and we expect nothing in return from you that you do not want. We know perfectly well of your current.. marital status." She seems to get that last sentence out a bit uncomfortably.  "But like we said, we do what we can to protect you. If that means being an ear to listen, we are happy with that. If that means we are to be a shoulder to cry on.. again we are happy to be it. If that means something more... well" Her blush deepens a little. " than..we would be even more.. happy with that."
> "The point being my dear Anonymous, whether it be keeping disturbing dreams from you, to dancing with you, we are more than pleased to do it for you.." Her gaze stays upon you for a moment before turning onto the fish fighting up stream.
> So there it is, more or less laid out for you.

" Luna ?.."
> Her ears perk slightly as she turns to your general direction.
" Why is it... What I mean is... Why me? why do I matter so much.." you turn to her " I know I was with you mainly when I first arrived and you were able to see into my mind and past and all that.. which I have yet to fully remember.."
> You rub the back of your head as her teal eyes try to comprehend what it is exactly your asking.
"I guess my point is, you probably don't visit anyone else like you do me, in this type of way anyway. "
> She nods a little, "This is true, we do not."
"Or.. dance the way we did..."
> "Not for a.. very long time, no Anon.."
"Well.. why me? Why now?"
> She takes a moment to word her response,  once again always looking for the correct articulation. "We told you a partial version of the truth already. But if it is the full truth you seek from us, my dear Anonymous... it... It's because we have cared for you a great deal, before Twilight began studying you..." she looks down to the planks. "As shameful as it is, she simply beat us to the.. "punch" as you would say? The same defense that kept every pony at bay, for our safety was the same that kept us from pursuing an opportunity to try to be with you, outside of the settings that we were in.." Luna almost looks humiliated.
> Her response was a bit much to take in, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't feel anything at all in return.
> She always intrigued you.
"So what your saying is you always had a crush on me." you smile, always trying to lighten things up with a little humor.
> She gives you an embarassed, slightly indignant look trying to remain poised, " Why Anon, the way you put it makes it sound so crass" Her cheeks hued red.
> " But... We suppose, it wouldn't be incorrect.  So yes Anon, it is true." She attempts to keep her posture proud though visibly anxious.
"Oh it is huh?.." your smile turns warm, as even you become slightly embarrassed at the admission.

" Look Luna.."
> She cuts you off once again sounding flustered, " We understand Anon. Y-You owe us no explanation, we do not need to be let down in any special manner, just.."
> Her tone of defeat and nervousness is breaking your heart.
> With out thinking once more,  you direction her face to yours gently by her chin,  with your fingers halting her speech.
> She stops speaking with a slight gasp, as she looks into your eyes with her glistening pools of teal.
> Her eyes halt even your train of thought even further, as her eyebrows raise suggesting her guard is completely down.
> The simple want for you is clear as day in her gaze, "a..anon?.." her voice barely above a whisper.
"Luna.... i.. need to straighten out my affairs with.. well you know. I can't promise you anything. I'm not saying I don't want to, I'm just saying..." those eyes are simply melting your will away.
"Oh hell" you mumble quietly "It's just a dream right?"
> A tiny smile of hope crosses her mouth seeing that you are about to cave.
"...Don't hold this against me.." you say almost out of breath as you hold her chin facing you.

> Passion takes control over your body as the last few words leave your mouth.
> The distance between your faces close once more.
> Her deep breathing can be felt against your face while her eyes close mostly.
> Your fingers trail from her chin to the side of her face causing her to exhale in pleasure.
> Your foreheads press lightly against one another as both your eyes meet.
> Your fingers trace lightly from the side of her face down her neck resting on her withers.
> This causes her eyes to close and draw a shallow inhale leaning into you more.
> " Oh Anon~.." she whispers after her inhale.
> Your head pulls back a little as you reposition it shifting to the side of hers.
> Her blush is warm against your cheek and her breathing is heavier as you wrap your other arm around her, facing her.
> You plant a small, gentle, prolonged passionate kiss on her cheek.
> Then another, your head backing up to face her.
> She exhales as she raises her chin slightly, her breath hot across your cheek and ear.
> You pull back so you are now nose to nose.
> Your lips graze each other's, as you feel hers puckering lightly to meet your embrace.
> Tilting your head a little your lips finally meet hers as she let's out a light melting "mmm~~"
> Your kiss is soft, but finally a kiss none the less.
> Luna's shoulders drop a little as she begins to lose her self in your embrace.
> Her hooves find their way around your neck as you pull back from the kiss nose to nose, both breathing heavier now.
> Nothing is said as you both just look into eachother others eyes for a moment.

> With that the distance is zero again, as you both begin to lose control in a burning passionate kiss.
> Her hoof runs from your neck to the back of your head, while the other pulls you in snugly.
> Your own free hand runs it's fingers up and down her neck.
> Both your tongues run along each other's in your passionate embrace, exploring the new areas.
> Luna let's out another "mm~~" as her chest pushes into you a little more.
> You both separate with only a small space to catch each other's breath for a moment.
> "i..we.-pant- .I. . W-we were not expecting that" she says breathing heavily.
"I wasn't either.." breathing just as heavily.
> She let's out an adorable giggle with a genuine wide smile, as she presses several small kisses to your lips holding onto you tightly.
> ..Just a dream.. just a dream.. your mind repeats.

> You both end up sitting on the soft grass infront of the small stream.
> Luna is sitting against you with her head leaned on your shoulder wearing the cutest, most content of smiles.
> Her expression says it all, she seems more relaxed than you have ever seen her, than you have ever thought possible from her.
> She closes her eyes and simply sighs, still wearing her smile savoring the moment.
> "We have waited quite some time for that my dear Anonymous."
> You smile slightly.
> A small pang of guilt radiates throughout your body though.
> You aren't sorry for what happened just now, in fact your were pretty happy about it.
> But you really wanted to settle your issues before doing anything like this.
> Things were moving so fast, it was frightening.
> Not even a week ago you were blindly in love with a mare that was... well.. unfaithful..
> Which you were unfortunate enough to discover in what you think is the worst way possible.
> Who, now you think probably saw you as nothing more than something to study..
> You loved her so... stop it..
> Not only a few weeks ago did Luna speak to you no more than a few polite sentences.
> Now here you are.
> It was comforting to have someone care for you.
> Was it right though? At this moment you tried not to care.
> But it's just a dream you keep telling yourself...
> Well you're here now, might as well try to enjoy it.
> A small sigh unknowingly escapes you.
> You try to cast out your busy thinking as your hand runs behind Luna's ear down her neck, past her withers,  settling around her mid back where you hold her leaning against you.
> Her small approving sigh is heard as she leans into your body under your arm.

> Her eyes look up to you as you try clearing your thoughts.
> Silently she raises her head so her lips lightly press against your jaw in a gentle kiss.
> Feeling this fully snaps you out of your muddled thinking.
> "You seem lost in thought Anonymous, is all not well?" Her eyes display concern.
> Those eyes, those sparkling teal eyes.
"All is well. I-i mean, I'm fine." You stuttered.
> "That was most unconvincing, what is it?" She seems nervous now assuming the worst, her head pulls back slightly.
> She really must not like having her guard down.
> " I - it's to fast isn't it. That must be it. " She says mildly panicked
"No!.. well I mean yea but.. uh maybe?" you sound unsure of yourself.
> She attempts to put some space between the both of you, but you hold her with the arm you had around her.
> She looks confused and a little embarrassed, "Anonymous... we haven't felt like this towards any pony in a very long time. And we apologize if our... 'advances' were hasty. We have a difficult time letting others this close, and it's what kept us from you initially. We.. we didn't want to lose that opportunity again.. We understand if you need time.." her tone saddens towards the end.
> There she goes with the nervous apology.
"Luna, relax. Remember it takes two to dance." You put on a smile trying to calm her, you boop her nose lightly.
> She goes a little cross-eyed when you do this as she tried to follow the direction of your finger.
> It's painfully adorable, as it confuses her momentarily.
> You let out a chuckle still holding her as she looks back up to you with a bashful smile.
> She hides her face in your shoulder.
> No wonder she keeps every pony at bay..
> She really is sensitive when her guard is down.

"Oh come onn." You run your fingers through her mane and trace your fingers down her spine.
> She looks back up with a pink hue on her cheeks.
> You continue doing this as you speak.
" As long as you understand I have.. issues and matters I need to take care of, and you understand I'm not in a position to promise anything...everything is fine for now. I just want to make sure you understand that is all"
> Your petting limits her answer to a small nod of understanding as her eyes still look up at you taking in your words.
> God you can not resist those eyes.
> You lean down, and she meets you half way raising her head to you.
> Your lips meet in a gentle comforting kiss that lasts a few seconds.
> After you separate she stays in the position with her eyes closed for a moment before exhaling quietly and returning her head to your shoulder.
> "You are going to be bad news for us my dear Anonymous,  we can tell." She says smiling and nuzzling into your shoulder once more.

> Time passes without a word, the distant echos of crickets and the flowing water are the only sounds that fill the the mild midnight air.
> In the silence your mind wanders as you hold Luna to your side.
> You keep revisiting an inconsistency in her speech, that she is always so careful with.
> It wasn't a very big deal, but you did notice it.
> You caught her a few times saying I instead of we.
> 'even the ones "i" keep from you..'
> 'I - we weren't expecting that'
> Her voice sounds in your head as you remember.
> To your understanding her referring to herself as "we" was her thing, though not fully sure why.
> It was one of her many quirky mannerisms that you enjoyed.
"Can.. I ask you something Luna?" Your voice is quiet as you both relaxed.
> "hmm?" She looks up a little in response.
"If it's too personal or rude I apologize in advance.. But why is it that you refer to yourself as 'we' all the time?
> Her look up lowers back to the water as she takes a moment as she always does to properly phrase her answer.
> "It.. It's the Royal Canterlot way to refer to one's self, the 'Royal We' if you will. Though admittedly it is a dated practice... We suppose we have become.. accustomed to using it over time.." her eyes focus on the current
> You take notice in her demeanor change.
> That didn't feel like the entire truth to you.
" Oh I see.. well just before, I noticed you were back and fourth with it. You said both 'i' and 'we'. I've also noticed it once or twice before is all. "
> She doesn't respond as she appears to become a little conflicted with an answer.
> Maybe you'll lay off of the question for now.
> Hopefully it didn't upset her.
"I..it's no big deal I was just curious is all."
> Her eyes remain on the fish attempting to swim up stream, making no progress.

> You are Luna
> Why did he ask you this?
> Did you make a mistake with your speech?
> 'Of course you did, he's going to realize the monster that we are now. You'll frighten Prince Anonymous as you do every pony else, and drive him away as well.' A voice whispers in your head.
> You close your eyes for a moment facing the water, letting the sounds of its current relax you.
> Could you tell him?
> Would he understand?
> Or would he be frightened like many before him.
> Scared away by your darkness that has become a piece of who you forever will be.
> You already feel heavy with guilt from pursuing him so soon after his problems occured.
> But you don't want to lose him, not again.
> In the depths of your mind you understood that being here for him like this, in a time of pain and vulnerability could work in your favor, as much as you didn't want to admit it yourself.
> You did not want to add any more issues to his already mounting ones.
> You feared adding to his already growing stress could push him further into his darkness.
> The very darkness you tried to warn him of.
> The same that once consumed you.
> This was truly what you wanted to protect him from.
> Perhaps this was the reason of his question?
> Perhaps he's noticing it within himself as well?
> 'Or perhaps he thinks we are just strange, like the others.' The voice nags causing you to inhale slowly as you begin to over think as you always do.
> The breath helps to keep you composed.
> You cared for Anonymous greatly, and would do what you could to keep anything from happening to him.
> Your train of thought is disrupted by a violent cough from Anon.
> Turning to him you see he is clearing his throat.
"Anonymous? Are you alr-"
> Another violent cough, this time he arcs foward gasping for air between coughs.
> You begin to feel his dream state weaken, he is beginning to wake from an outside stimulus.
-----
> You are Anon
> The smell of smoke is beginning to fill your nose, though you see no source of it in the area.
"Luna? What's happening? "
> A violent cough shakes you as you feel yourself slipping from your dream.
> Luna appears to be very concerned.
> She speaks but you can't hear what she's saying as your dream begins to crash around you.
> The bridge you once stood on is burning brightly and violently, crumbling into the water, as smoke begins to fill the midnight sky.
> A pounding sound echos throughout your head repeatedly.
> "The beast is trapped, do it!"
> Beast??
---
> A crash sound jolts you from your sleep.
> It's hot. Why is it so hot?
> You cough some more as smoke is more apparent.
> Your vision clears as you try to peer through thickening black smoke.
> Flickers of flame can be seen on the walls and celing.
"What the..." you say wide eyed
> You pull your shirt over your mouth and nose as the smoke makes it harder to breathe.
>  The front door can hardly be seen  but you do your best to make your way to it.
> Reaching it, you attempt to push it open, the doors hot to the touch.
> It's locked?
> Pushing it several times ignoring the heat confirms this.
> You begin to ram it with your shoulder in a panic.
"Hey! I'm in here open the door!" You slam your shoulder into it several more times.
> Taking a step back, you notice nails driven in, points facing you.
> The door is boarded up...
> "Ha ya hear that? The beast is awake. " some laughing is accompanied the unknown voice.

"Let me out!" You yell angrily while looking around for another exit.
> " Oh hoho! The beast is making demands. You should be asking for your final requests instead. After all you have to pay for what you did you Beast!." More laughter.
> Shit...
> You begin to walk along the perimeter of the barn looking for a window.
> Finally you reach one.
> Throwing the glass up you realize that it's boarded up as well.
> Your stomach drops as you look around almost becoming frantic.
" SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE! BIG MAC, APPLE JACK ANYONE! ".
> The smoke, with no where to vent becomes thick causing you to crawl just to get some air.
> You take a breath and stand banging the boarded window.
> You try punches,  kicks, shoulder rams.
> All it leaves you with is bloodied knuckles, and spending up precious air.
> Despair begins to grip you as you can no longer see more than a few feet infront of you.
> The flames are more visible on the inside of the barn now as it makes long loud creaks.
> You drop back down and lean your back on something.
> This is where you're going to die?..
> You went from Prince of Ponyville, to burning to death in a barn while being called a beast in days...
> The lack of air begins to disorient you a bit.
> Maybe it's better this way...

> You find a strange peace overcome you when the idea of accepting this fate comes into mind.
> You wouldn't hurt anymore, or be a burden.
> You wouldn't be able to hurt Luna,  not that you would ever intend to.
> The pain and humiliation of what Twilight did to you would be gone...
> You didn't want to face it anyway, after all you were really are good at avoiding the problems.
> What better way to than this...
> Ironically enough you realize your back is to the barrels of Apple Jackdaniels.
> You laugh a little to your self, followed by violent coughs.
> Blindly you reach up to a table for a glass.
> The heat just from reaching up a few feet is immense.
> You feel around for a glass, and actually find one.
> It's hot to the touch, almost burning your hand, but you grab it anyway.
> Some small pieces of the roof begin to fall down as red and orange embers around you, as you pour your drink un phased.
> Finishing the pour, you look into the glass.
> Your reflection looks back at you.
> Your ok with this...
> It's better for everyone...
> The town thinks your a beast now for whatever reason, your wife made a fool out of everything you were, your sleeping on piles of hay, from a giant bed in a castle..
" It's ok..." you nod to yourself in reassurance a little as a larger support beam falls inwards towards the middle of the barn swirling the heavy smoke and sending more embers flying.
> Some graze your arms burning you a little.
> Closing your eyes you only flinch slightly feeling the hot embers bounce from your skin.
> Forcing them back open you hold your glass tightly.

> Sweat begins to soak your overalls and t shirt that the Apple family generously gave to you.
> You hold your glass up towards the Apple's home, or what you think is its general direction anyway.
"Thank you all. Big Mac,  Apple Bloom, Granny Smith, Apple Jack... thanks...for absolutely everything, my family." your eyes burn and tear a little... must be the smoke...
> You toss back the drink savoring it in your mouth before you drink it.
> The sweet sting flows down your throat into your stomach.
" Ahhh... now this stuff.. I'll miss most. " you force a smile on your face as the fire crackles on the old wood nearing you.

> You notice from the corner or your eyes that the fire has spread towards your direction faster than you thought.
" This ol' barn is made of some dry wood huh.." you say to no one.
> Your smile stays forced on your face as embers shower the floor behind you with a bright yellow and orange flare as they land.
"Well old friend" you say refilling your glass talking to the barrel still leaning back on it, " It's been real, thanks for the nights I don't remember clearly, and for the good memories that I do."
> You pat the barrel sipping from the glass as you are now sweating heavily from the increasing heat.
> The roof makes a deep groaning sound that causes even you to look up.
> The cascade of burning roof tiles and embers falling lazily is actually quite a gorgeous sight as they illuminated everything with its flickering reds oranges and yellows.
"Beautiful... " you whisper to yourself, now lacking air and hydration.
> Who ever was outside must have left because they stopped with their smart ass comments.
> " Anon?! ANON?!" a higher pitch voice rings through the roar and crackling of the fire.
"Who?" you cough some, your throat being dried out by the smoke and fire. > "Anon! Hang in there! Helps comin!"
> Apple Bloom?  N..no!
" Apple Bloom, " You try to rasp out " Get away from the barn!"
> "What!? " you hear frustration in her voice.
> The next sounds make your heart drop.
> You hear her tiny hooves trying to kick in a part of the wall that's not burning.
"Apple Bloom NO!" your voice more of a roar than a yell at this point, you try crawling in the direction of the thumps.
> Her kicks are followed by her high pitch grunts as she gives every thing her tiny body can give into the bucking rear kick.
> But she is no Apple Jack yet, and definitely no Big Mac.
"Apple Bloom, sugar cube. PLEASE get away! It's too dangerous!.. it's ok, I can't have you getting hurt."
> "Anon no!" another high pitch grunt followed by a light knock onto the wall.

> It's breaking your heart to pieces hearing her try her absolute very hardest to save you.
> She kicks away with her innocent, naive determination, as every knock breaks your heart a little more.
> You make it to the wall she's kicking and place your hand against it.
> "Anon! Talk to me!" You feel the light knock on the wall with your hand as you can picture her wailing as hard as she possibly could.
"Apple Bloom, if there's ever anytime you listened to me, please do it now.. PLEASE... GET AWAY FROM THE BARN!" You choke up feeling her futile kicks on the wall as you yelled.
> "Holyyy.. Apple Bloom?  What in the HAY are ya doin here!?" Apple Jacks voice is furious.
> "Anons inside!" Apple Bloom shouts exhausted from her attempts.
> Apple Jacks gasp can be heard through the wall, "Anon ya in there?!"
> Your voice isn't carrying anymore so you slap the wall a few times, your energy draining.
> "Big Mac! " Apple Jack shouts panicked. " BIG MAC! C'MERE! ANON'S TRAPPED!"
> Her voice softens, "Apple Bloom I need ya to get away from the barn ok sugar cube?"
> "b..but I wanna help!" Apple Bloom pleads.
> "You'll help by doin that, now git!"
> The more powerful kicks of Apple Jack are now heard wailing on the wall.
> The boards give and flex slightly splintering.
"Apple Jack" you rasp. " just go!" You couldn't live with yourself if one of them got hurt because of you.
> Even on the brink of unconsciousness you knew this.
> -slam-"Ung!" Apple Jack further splinters the wall.
> "Hang in there sugar cube, it's givin in" she tries to reassure you.
> At the end of the sentence another support beam creaks loudly and snaps from place falling across the first large beam.
> This causes the barn to release a deep growl as the entire roof shifts losing its support.
> "Wooaahh, " You hear Apple Jack say in fear.

> The heavier thumps of hoof steps of your best friend enters your ears.
> "Big Mac,  can you take out that wall? Anon is stuck and this barn is gonna to drop!" Apple Jack explained quickly.
> "Eeyup!!" He energetically says while he runs up to the wall planting his front hooves sturdily into the earth.
> His rear legs lift up and back, followed by a large deep grunt from his powerful rear kick into the wall.
> Splinters fly off the wall onto you as you begin to move back a little.
> You hear him rear up again for another kick with his grunting -rrah!-
> This time the wall cracks open giving the smoke somewhere to escape.
> Thick black clouds billow from the cracks.
> He rears up again and with a mighty crash most of the wall breaks open.
> He goes to rush in for you, not knowing exactly where you are, but the smoke makes him back up as you hear him choking on it with heavy coughs.
> You're barely able to stay awake at this point as you raise your hand to the giant open spot in the wall your vision blurred.
> Big Mac takes a deep breath after backing up and charges in after you.
> His heavy hoof thumps approach your direction.
> Your feelings of joy are short lived as the sound of another support beam crackling and giving way enter your ears, this time it's above the both of you.
"B..Big Mac" you dryly rasp "get out!"
> He hears your sounds and looks in your direction.
> A look of relief overcomes him as he trots over to you quickly.
" No!" The cracking worsens.
> He opens his mouth to speak but hears the same cracking and stressed wood sound.
> He looks up in time to see the wood support begin to collapse.
> It swings away a little away from you as it releases from the celing, but strikes the table and barrels you were leaning on before.
> That would have been it for you if Apple Bloom didn't come...
> He looks back over to you from the crashing beam, concern now on his face, as he makes his way over sweating heavily from the heat.
> His teeth clamp around your collar as he begins to drag you towards the pony made entrance.
> He let's out a snorting exhale every few seconds as he drags you, maneuvering around the burning debris.
> Maybe you'll be fine after all.
> Looking up with your blurred vision, you notice the look of sheer determination on Big Mac.
> Looking past him, you see the inside roof is almost completely engulfed.
> New debris now blocks the straight path.
> His eyes shoot left and right looking for the best route to get you out, as his grunts of effort echo in your ears.
> He is ignoring the imminent danger to drag your pathetic self out of this fire pit.
> Because of you, the last few ponies in all of Equestria that you cared about were in danger.
> As you get closer the air rushing in brings some life back into your body.
"H..hey. don't get these overalls dirty, I gotta give them back." You say with a rasp still disoriented.
> He let's out a deep chuckle as he continued to drag you step by step.
> Hot glowing embers shower the area you both are passing.
> You see some roll from his back and neck, as he snorts and winces with his eyes closed tightly, but keeps his grip on you.
> A loud crack catches both your ears as you hear Apple Jack scream, "The roof! Look out!"

> At the end of that sentence you both looked up in time to see a large section of the roof coming down ontop of the both of you.
> Using what little bit of energy you had you tried to push Big Mac away, twisting and planting your own feet into the earth, hands to his shoulder, shoving as hard as you could.
> But he was just to big, and you, so weak.
> You don't know how far you were able to push him as charred and some still burning ply boards and two by fours came down on the both of you.
> Darkness surrounds you as you are covered completly.
> The weight is heavy, and the wood hot.
> Silence.
> Is it over?
> You can hear your own heart pump hard in your chest after a few moments.
> There is some screaming outside but your ringing ears don't allow you to comprehend it.
> You think you're still breathing... are you?. did you die?...
> 'You're thinking and breathing right now aren't you.. The question you should be asking now is... are you going to let it end like this...' a voice deeper than your own echos in your thoughts.
> What the...
> Pain and heat begin to radiate throughout your body.
> You must be coming to.
> The thought of Big Mac pushes his way into your mind.
> 'Now are we going to save your friend.. or are you to weak for that as well...'
> ... n..no.. you have to save Big Mac, you think as your breathing becomes heavier.
> It's not a question, you have to.
> This isn't how it ends, at the very least, not for him.
> Not like this.

> A surge of adrenaline causes your heart to pound heavily as you push upwards on the debris on top of you.
> It begins to give as you slide it up and away.
> The smoldering wood burns your hands a little but you need to push through,  you need to save your friend.
> Once your top half is free, you begin trying to pull your legs out.
> You spot Big Mac half covered from the ribs down, knocked out.
> He's bleeding from his head..
> You suppose the push did work because any closer and he would have been completely under.
"Big Mac! " you scream while grunting trying to free yourself.
> "Anon!? Big Mac! ?" Apple Jack cried out from outside approaching the barn.
"Stay outside! We got it!" Your voice sounded..off. probably from the smoke and screaming.
> Your body writhes as you try to contort your way free.
> The debris is beginning to burn you.
> You were able to slip one leg out.
> The sound of more wood crackling and buckling enters your ears.
"I guess we don't get a break today do we" you growl looking at Big Mac.
> Placing your hands under the planks and debris trapping your last leg you pull up while pulling your leg out.
> Success.
> It cost you some visible burns and cuts but your free now.
> You quickly make your way over to Big Mac.
> Reaching him,  you begin to remove the debris away from him with relative ease, which begins to confuse you since you were barely able to walk a few moments ago.
> Adrenaline you suppose.
> You lift a charred two by four off of his leg and noticed he is burned on the mid rear leg under his cutie mark.
"Big Mac?" You pat his cheek a little trying to wake him.
> Looking back up to the inferno surrounding you now, you realize you are in borrowed time.
> You grab him around the horse collar he is wearing and begin to drag him slowly but surely towards the pony made exit.

> You don't get very far though as the sound of the barn giving way groans loudly.
> The higher part of the walls where the roof collapsed is now falling down in you direction.
> Your pupils narrow seeing this.
> There is no pushing out of the way for this one..
" Sorry bud..." you say before throwing yourself over Big Mac in a futile effort to protect him.
> You close your eyes waiting for the impending crushing burning pain, you do hear a snap.
> ... but, no pain? Nothing?

> You open your eyes slowly as time seems to have halted to a crawl.
> The first thing you notice as your eyes adjust is the air you breathe.
> It's fresh.. for the most part.
> Some thick black clouds still waft your way.
> Your eyes affix to your unconscious friend beneath you.
> His bright red fur is matted in his own  blood across the side of his face, as strands of blond from his mane cover his eyes and parts of his face as well.
> You felt nausea in the depths of your stomach as you watch his crimson blood trickle across the matted fur.
> Sitting up from laying across his upper body another sight makes your heart sink.
> You sit back in shock staring at a broken shard of wood jutting from Big Mac's side.
> Time seems to speed back up to normal as shock grips your body staring at the piece of splintered burnt wood.
> A midnight blue aura that bubbled the both of you fades as you hear multiple voices of panic approaching you.
" B...Big..M?..." you are unable to speak for the moment as you helplessly stare, his chest still rises and falls with his large breaths.
> You rub his shoulder a little with a gentle shake.
"C..C'mon bud, it's time to wake up. We made it.." your voice is shaky as you keep a flood of emotion at bay, fear, guilt, anger all swirl inside of you.
> But there was time for those feelings later, right now your friend needed you.
> After a moment you spy the reason you're outside.
> Luna is a short distance away leaning against a tree, her nose bleeds slightly from over exertion of her magic.
> You've seen it happen to... Twilight.. a few times when she over did it on trying spells.
> Luna seems to be catching her breath looking tired.
> You look towards the ba... where the barn was...
> It's now leveled in a heaping pile of flames.
> The inferno devouring what was once a beautiful structure.

> You are unable to leave Big Mac's side for the time being.
"Let's go Big Mac!  Wake up damnit!" Your voice screams in anger yet concern.
> You look him over once more, not knowing what to do after he doesn't even flinch.
> You're not even sure if you should move him.
> Would it worsen his injuries?
> Apple Jack, Apple Bloom,  and even Granny Smith are dashing your way, Granny Smith a little further back unable to keep up.
> Apple Jack reaches you first, "Sweet Celestia... Big Mac! " She let's out a panicked scream.
> "Noo, no no no" she closes the distance between you both.
> Her hooves hover over him not knowing if she should touch him or not.
> She looks to you with wide eyes, tears beginning to spill. "Anon. . Why? W..what happened? "
"He... " you clear your throat trying to stay composed,  "He tried to save me.. he did save me, all of you did."
> She turns her attention back to him "C'mon Big Mac! Yer the biggest baddest stallion this here part of Equestria. Ya can't let a little fire do this to ya!" She tries speaking to him.
> He doesn't respond.
> Apple Bloom darts up but stops abruptly when Big Mac comes into her vision.
> She stands in shock, her mouth hangs open and her eyes are wide with her big red bow disheveled.
> She falls back to her flank, trying to mouth some words.
> Granny Smith wasn't far behind her and was ready to do to same until she noticed Apple Bloom.
> She walked up behind her and covered her eyes with one hoof and spun her around with the other.
> "C'Mere you, let Anon and your big sister help Big Mac dear. I'm sure he'll be fineee." Her elderly voice comforting Apple Bloom makes your heart ache.
> You don't know yourself if he's going to be fine.

> "Anon, we need to get him to a hospital." Apple Jack begins to think out loud.
"Yea, but your closest wagons were in there..." you gesture towards the smoldering ashes that once was the barn.
> "Well we gotta figure somethin out!!" She tries to move some of his mane out of his face.
> Luna catches your attention as she slowly walks your direction looking drained, some crimson still coming from her nose.
> Apple Jack looks confused as she looks from Princess Luna to you.
> "Perhaps we can help once more?..." Luna says tiredly.
"Luna we need to get him to a hospital" your expression is pleading.
> She nods in agreement looking Big Mac over. "We may be able to send two of you close enough.."
> Not letting a split second pass Apple Jack shouts, "Well Whaddya waitin on Princess? Send us already!"
> She really must be panicked to speak to Luna like that.
> Luna looks to you for approval.
> As much as you want to go, it's probably better for Apple Jack to for now.
> You could meet them there.
> Looking over to Luna,  you nod.
"I'll be there soon AJ..." you say reassuringly.
> You're sure she heard you, but her attention never left Big Mac.
> Luna's horn begins to glow with an expanding midnight blue aura surrounding it.
> Her eyes scrunch while closed as she appears to be focusing hard.
> The hospital was far after all, and from what you remember the farther the distance the more it took out of them.
> The small midnight blue aura surrounds Apple Jack and Big Mac.
> Apple Jack looks over to you, her eyes watery and full of fear, for a moment before  -SNAP-
> Some grass and lose dirt spin up from where they were.
> They were gone.
> A cough shakes your chest, as the remnants of smoke that stain your lungs try to clear its self.
> It causes you to arch forward and use your hands for support.

> You take a few deep breaths and look to Luna.
"Did they make it?" You question through labored breathing.
> She holds her foreleg to her bleeding nose looking simply exhausted and nods. "Yes my dear Anon... They did."
> You nod back to her and stare at the ground.
> Your body is becoming heavy to support as your adrenaline begins to wear and your own injuries become more apparent.
> Two Lunar Guards land quickly but lightly and almost silently next to Luna.
> One of them speaks concerned,  "My Princess, are you injured??" Taking notice to her bloody nose.
> "We are fine Night Tide... just tired is all.. Thank You" she lowers her foreleg from her nose.
> Tired.. you guess you are as well as your arms finally give out and your chest and face land on the cool grass.
> The adrenaline has faded and one more cough rocks your body, attempting to expel the soot you were breathing.
> Your stare is out on the burning barn as your face lies on the grass, watching it barely even feed the fire anymore as it sends its black and gray smoke into the night sky.

> Your vision and hearing are blurred and muffled as the time passing becomes indistinguishable.
> You feel like you're moving but you can't really tell.
> The cool feeling of the night chilled grass that was once on your soot smeared face is replaced by something warm as voices come and go.
> Only being able to hear bits and pieces, it's difficult to put the conversations together.
> You breathe but it's as if the oxygen isn't getting into your lungs enough to satiate your body's need of it.
> " Help him!" A recognizable voice rings clearly.
> A pony with a white jacket and glasses momentarily enters your vision as it blurs back out.
> "We dont...." more mumbling, " different anatomy..."
> A booming voice rumbles your body, tensing your chest bringing you back to semi consciousness, "WE DO NOT CARE ABOUT THAT, YOU WILL HELP HIM OR YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE INSIDE OF A HOSPITAL AGAIN!" Her wings are flared as he cowers, his glasses tilt almost off his face as he stares wide eyed..
> You glance to the poor pony who seems to have the soul scared out of him, then to Luna.
> You can only see the side of her as she breaks out her 'Canterlot Voice'.
> A deep chested cough brings her attention to you as she turns her head.
> Her eyes..
> Those teal eyes that simply melt you no matter what you were feeling, weren't there anymore.
> The whites of her eyes were filled with a lighter teal, her pupils long narrow slits, and points to her teeth can be seen as she gasps noticing you're somewhat awake.
> Some black, almost stripe like lines,  can be seen around her coat, now receding.
> Her eyes, alien to you, lock with your half lidded semi conscious ones.
> She hides her face, almost in shame as she takes a few steps away from you.
> The doctor seeing an opportunity to escape calls out, "Ok let's get some oxygen going, somepony get me an I.V a...."
> You fade back out.

> You get wheeled out towards a room while several ponies attempt to figure out how to help you.
----
> You are Princess Luna
> Your heart sinks at the scene Anon just saw you create.
> The face you preferred unseen made its self very well known to everypony around, including the one you wanted to hide it from the most, Anon.
> He looked at you like he's never seen you before.
> Like you were a monster..
> You can't help but to hide your face under your mane and turn away.
> Your eyes close as your emotional overload calms.
> You feel your features return to.. 'Normal' as the darkness on your coat fades.
> 'Myy ohh myy.. We remember that look don't we?.. The look of fear. He's not going to want to be near us now. Just like everypony else.' The whispering internal voice seems almost amused by this.
> Tears bead at the corner of your closed eyes, as you feel these words to be true.
" We... apologize. " you say stepping back, no one listens as your dear Anonymous gets wheeled away with a busy crowd of medical staff scurrying around him.
> Your trusted guard, Night Tide approaches your side face stoic as ever, "Princess Luna, perhaps we should find a place for you to rest. You have over exerted yourself enough for this night." He cautiously advises.
> You nod as you find a waiting room to rest at until Anon is ready.
> Over exertion wasn't the words, thinking back you can't recall the last time the over use of magic caused your nose to bleed, or had you so weak.
> You understood you weren't at your strongest but still..
> Sitting in the dark waiting room you can only replay the events in your head.
> What you should have done, what you could have done better..
> How you frantically tried to track his location from his dream.
> The taxing repetitive teleportation spells of you and others during your search, sending everypony to the hospital with it again all so soon.
> The guilt of not being there another five seconds sooner to help his closest friend.

> The whole scene he observed you make.
> The way he looked at you pains your heart.
> After a while of silent mental self abuse you call out to your guard who faithfully stands post at the door.
"Night Tide, if you would be so kind, can you determine what room Anonymous will be staying in?"
> "Of course Princess Luna. " he gives a quiet sharp salute and does as you request.
> The least you could do is be there when he wakes.
-----
> You are Anon.
> Sunlight beams through the window highlighting your closed eyes.
> Squeezing them tighter to block the sun, you shield them with your right hand and look away.
> How long were you out for?
> You notice an I.V in your arm and some type of improvised oxygen mask over your nose and mouth.
> After sliding the uncomfortable mask off you go to  massage your temples when you realize your left arm is weighed down.
> Looking down through squinted eyes you notice a chair is pulled up next to your bed with a sleeping midnight blue mare sitting, leaning over onto your bed.
> Her hooves wrap around your arm and head rests on your lower stomach.
> She snores lightly every few seconds.
> She's still here, for real this time.
> By her snores it appears she never left..

> Doing nothing for a moment you just watch her, before taking your free hand and running it lightly over the top of her head and behind her ear.
> Her ear twitches lightly in her sleep as you do this.
> "hmm~.." she nuzzles into your stomach a little more followed by another light snore.
> Your hand rests on the side of her neck, your thumb stroking it gently, as you reflect the inferno you just escaped.
> You were ready to accept death.
> Ready to let it go.
> If Apple Bloom didn't come when  she did... well you saw the burning beam with your name on it crash..
> Also if Big Mac didnt...
" Big Mac! " you accidentally yell as your mind begins to race.
> Luna raises her head in a frantic wake up.
> Her mane falls sloppily over her face as she jerks up "Wha, who?? Anon?? A-are you alright??  "
> She looks to you, mane disheveled over her face placing a hoof to your chest.
> Your concern is still high but seeing her like this takes you down a few pegs, you want to smile at it but your mind is focused on Big Mac's well being at the moment.
" I'm sorry Luna." You carefully remove some of her mane from her face.
> " It's quite alright Anonymous.. " She yawns and squints at the daylight.
> "Big Mac you said correct? "
> You nod.
> " I informed the doctors that he is to receive special attention,  and to notify us immediately of any changes to his condition. "
"So he's still..." your dry voice trails.
> "... Resting, yes." She said trying to word it more comforting.

> "Try to relax my dear Anonymous." She strokes your arm while speaking.
> Somehow it soothes you as you feel your body relax into the hospital bed.
> She scoots her head under your arm putting her head back to her original sleeping position.
> She speaks while laying on you, not facing you, "We also want to apologize for the way we.. presented ourselfs to you. I understand if you were frightened by.."
> You close your eyes as your fingers gently scratch her withers cutting her uncomfortable apologies off, "We don't need to talk about it now.."
> A small smile crosses her tired face as she nuzzles into you letting out a small approving sigh.
> "If you say so my dear Anonymous.." clearly enjoying your attention
> A few hoof taps can be heard outside the door as it begins to open.
> The door pushes open, a few more hoof clack.
> Then a pause.
> "Anon?..." The voice, confused, shaking, painfully familiar, like nails on a chalk board to you.
> You feel Luna tense up on you.
> There's no need to look towards the entrance, you know who stands there.
> Twilight...
[Rewind (lel)]
> You are Twilight Sparkle
> You carried a small breakfast platter of scrambled eggs pancakes and fruits with a little foil lidded cup of orange juice from the hospital in your aura of magic.
> It been only a few hours,  if that, since the news of a fire at Sweet Apple Acres was broken to you by your Guards who heard Apple Jack came in with an injured Big Mac.
> You recall while you walk to Anon's room down an empty hall.
~~~~
> It's been a few days since you dared to close your eyes longer than a few moments.
> You couldn't take the nightmares that plagued you when you rested enough to dream.
> The disgust you felt at the memories you used to find to be exhilarating, and exciting made you physically feel dirty when you woke.
> The weight of guilt was heavy in your chest.
> The images in your head of the tears you saw Anon fight back, were like daggers in your heart.
> The lack of sleep made it difficult to think straight and your body cried for rest, as your mind terrorized you.
> You stare out of the open balcony doors, small breezes wave the sheer decorative curtains.
> Your heart is heavy, There was no reason for him to...
> A knock at the door startled you causing your nerves to tense your body, losing your train of thought.
> Who would be disturbing you this early?
" Who is it?.. " you ask tiredly.
> "Shield Oath,  my Princess. A thousand apologies, but I have very important news you'll want to hear." He says through solid ornate wood doors.

> Shield Oath must have a good reason for this, he would never inform you of anything in this manor.
> At the soonest he would wait to fill you in with any manor of information after you have established yourself for the morning.
> With this in mind you hop to your hooves.
> A chilly breeze sweeps the room as the curtains gust in your direction.
> You make a slightly pained expression towards the opened doors as your gaze averts to the closed wooden doors..
> Pushing them open, he takes a step back standing tall at attention.
"Shield, it's to early and I'm way to tired for formalities. What's the news?"
> "O..of course. I apologize again, but we have received word that there has been a devastating fire at Sweet Apple Acres. A pony by the name of Big Mac is being treated for significant injures. He's there with a mare, your friend Princess,... Apple Jack. "
> Your eyes are wide in disbelief as your ears drop.
"Is everypony ok?? Are his injuries bad? Was there any..pony else?"
> "We dont know Princess. We have readied an escort for you to go if you decide to."
"Of... of course. I'll be ready in a moment. " you gently close the doors.
> You know Anon was at the farm, but they didn't make any mention of him.
> He would have been the first to be mentioned right?
> Well at the very least he would be there eventually, that's his family.
> The idea of running into him at the hospital with things. .. unresolved leaves you both excited and anxious.
> But this isn't about you now, it's for Big Mac.
> That's what matters.

> You shake off your selfish thoughts.
> Splashing your face off with water attempting to wash away the exhaustion,  you prepare yourself for the trip, mentally and physically.
> It wasn't terribly far from the castle and you hated to have an escort with you, but you realized it came with the territory.
> The trip was short and the sun was just rising.
> Entering through the doors you meet with a receptionist who gives you a look of shock, followed by a generic smile.
> " Good morning Princess, how may I help you? " She asks gingerly
"I'm here to see a patient I heard is here, by the name of Big Mac?"
> " Let's seeeee..." her voice trails as she shuffles some papers trying to see if it's filed with her.
> While she searches for papers a pony in a white coat and glasses with exhausted eyes speaks with a nurse. "I should be home with my wife by now, she's never going to let me hear the end of it.... -sigh- We have that Big Red or whatever his name is, in stable condition for now. But that Anonemoose... his anatomy is difficult. Hell a vet would have probably been a better choice than here. His anatomy is probably closer to a damn monkey than a pony. He appears to be alright but his smoke inhalation was pretty severe. Make sure they keep up with his oxygen and keep his fluids going.
> Your ears point up as a chill of fear runs down your spine.
"Excuse me!" You run towards the doctor frantically.
"Hey!" You grab his attention by yelling unintentionally loud.
> For whatever reason he shrinks back as you swear he says something like ,'not again'.
> What the?
> What's that supposed to mean?

> You raise an eyebrow but he's not your concern now.
"Did you say you had an individual by the name of Anonymous here?" Your voice is again unintentionally panicked and loud.
> " Y - yes Princess Twilight. " he looks scared.
> Why does HE look scared?
> You're the one who's scared, no one told you your husband is hospitalized!
" Is he ok!? What's wrong with him!? Where is he!? Can I see him?!" You accidentally begin to ramble.
> He coughs a bit behind his hoof getting you to slow down. "As far as we can tell he is stable, he will need some rest. He appears to have suffered from pretty bad smoke inhalation, and treatable cuts bruises and burns. Visiting hours will begin shortly.."
> It must have been bad for him to come to a hospital,  you know how much he hates them.
> "If you want to bring him food, I recommend he eat well and rest alot. We have him on oxygen and an I.V for hydration."
> You nod turning to your Guards, it'll be a good excuse to get them off your back.
"Both of you, can you take a trip back to the castle and have the chef prepare Prince Anonymous a breakfast platter?" Haste was in your voice.
> They both look at eachother, "B..But Princess. "
" I'll be just fine in a hospital thank you. The faster you get this done the faster you'll be back correct?"
> "Yes Princess.." they reluctantly agree and about face.
> As they leave you continue your questioning on the doctor.
"What is the condition on the other stallion, Big Mac." Your tone inquisitive.

> His exhausted features face a table for a moment, "For now, Stable. Some broken bones, lacerations, evidence of blunt force trauma to his head. Our concern is the puncture wound and what kind of internal damage it may have caused. We will need to run tests soon as he's only recently stable. But please, take a seat and give us an opportunity to make rounds before we open up visitors hours."
"o..okay" you reluctantly agree, but aren't going to let him off with what you over heard. "Oh and doctor? "
> He looks back up facing you.
" Let me hear you say my husband should be at a veterinarian instead of in the hooves of medical professionals again, and I'll make sure that you're out of here so fast that you'll be wishing that you could even be a veterinarian after I make sure you never practice medicine again." Your tired face is stern.
> "o..of course. My sincerest apologies Princess. " his face bright red.
"Make sure they're both well treated. They are both incredibly important to me and I will have nothing but the best care for them." Your own tired yet serious eyes could burn a hole through him.
> He nods walking off trying to look busy.
> The nerve...
> You make your way to the waiting area as your mixed emotions flood you.
> Fear was at the fore front wondering what in the world happened to Anon.
> Relief that he was at least ok, even a bit of happiness that you would be able to see him.
> An opportunity to sit one on one, it's not like he can avoid you now.
> It's an opportunity to help him get better.
> Nurse him back to health so to speak, he'll have to see how much you still care then.
> This breakfast will be your first step towards a new beginning, you're sure of it..

> A short amount of time passes as you spy your Guards returning with box.
> They approach you, "Here you are Princess,  as ordered." They happily release the box into your aura grip.
> You magic open the box and see it contains a silver platter with a matching dome lid to cover it's contents.
> Still hot, great!
> Digging through the box you notice there's nothing else, no drink.
" Ummm there's no drink in here."
> Their faces drop a little as you over hear them scuffle an back and fourth in argument "I told you to get..." -  "I thought you...."  - " I got the box how could i" - "How was I supposed to get a full glass of... "
> They both notice you staring at the same time.
> " Apologies Princess" they lower their heads. "We must have..forgot it."
> Guess you'll grab a drink from the cafeteria before you go in.
"Ok.. thank you anyway. You can stay here" you are annoyed but try not to show it.
> They acknowledged you with a salute, their golden armor cranked as they did.
> Normally nothing like this ever bothered you, but the lack of sleep and the stress seem to be adding up.
> You make a quick stop at the cafeteria for some orange juice.
> You had a light pep in your step, internally secretly happy that you'll be able to help Anon.
> You end up settling for a small cup of orange juice with one of those foil lids.
> Hospital food, bleh.
> You approach a desk.
"Excuse me I'm look for an Anonymous? " you say with the food tray and drink in your auras grasp.
> "Of course! " the nurse happily responded
> "Down at the end of this hall to the right.  First door to the right." She gestured with a hoof.
" Thank you. " you turned and made your way down the long empty cold hall.

> Random beeps from heart monitors caught your ears as you pass by some rooms.
> Coughs and sneezes are heard from un determined locations.
> No wonder he hates hospitals so much.
> They're sickly and depressing...
> You accidentally spy an elderly colt in a room alone on his hospital bed.
> The sight is enough for you to decide to keep your head straight and make it to the end of the hall to the one thing that you know will make you feel better, your Prince,  your love.
> Hopefully he'll be receptive to your help.
> You wash out the depressing surroundings as the idea of you feeding him his breakfast in bed and him thanking you makes a little giddy smile cross your face.
~~~~
[Back to (caught up to) present]
> Reaching the end of the long cold hall, you make your right as your hooves clack in the barren hallway.
> You examine the door and notice a clipboard with a 'patient's name: Anonemoose' on it.
> It annoys you, but you found the room.
> Pushing the door open you think you'll need to contain your excitement so it doesn't come off as weird...You were still concerned though.
> You take a few steps in
> It's not like he wont need the help...?
"A...Anon?..." Without meaning to, your voice is full of shaking uncertainty.
> You stand there frozen, as you watch Princess Luna raise her head from his stomach, her hooves still wrapped around his arm.
> Was she nuzzling into him?
> And Anon... his hand rubbing her withers...
> The way he would, with you when you cuddled into him...
> The way you loved...
> Your aura loses its grip on the breakfast tray you were carrying in your confusion,  and lands in the floor with a loud crash.
> The metal clanks and glass shatters , as the food flys across the floor.
> All you can do is stare in disbelief.
"W..whaaa.. what..." you stammer.
"Anon? What's this about?..." Your heart physically hurts at the sight of him doing something you loved to somepony else, even if it is Princess Luna.
> His hand retracts to his side as Luna now moves to stand, not scared,  but visibly uncomfortable.

> Anon won't look at you.
> Why won't he look at you??
> You're his WIFE!
> Sure you made a mistake.. ...mistakes, your exhaustion and heavy heart makes sure you remember that every second of every day.
> You feel like your guilt is a constant weight you carry on your shoulders, a burden you will never rid yourself of.
> But he's been purposely avoiding you now for a while.
> You need a chance to speak with him... even if he doesn't want to.
" Anon..." you try saying gently as he still doesn't face you, an anger seeps through your tone.
> His eyes are closed and his head angles down a bit.
> Your exhaustion isn't helping your rational thinking as your attention turns to Luna.
"And why exactly are you here with my husband Luna? Why were you informed of his arrival here before I, HIS WIFE, was..." Your tired blood shot eyes stare, an air of accusation in your tone.
> "Why young Twilight, we are the bringer of the moon and rulers of the night. How would we not have know first?.."Luna attempts to sound innocent.
"It's morning Luna..." her eyes narrow at her. "And what does being ruler of the night have to do with your head on my husband,  with your hooves around him..." A venom is injected into your words.

> " Young Twilight... We believe this is neither the time nor place for this discussion. Prince Anonymous is quite weak at the moment and needs his rest. This stress will be of no help to him." Her tone and posture, even and composed.
> She's telling you what YOUR husband needs?!
> Without noticing,  your own composure begins to deteriorate.
" I'm quite aware of what my husband needs Luna." Your eye twitches.
" But you have avoided my question... Why are you here?.. Also for that matter why were you at the show with him? You were 'dancing' awfully close." Your tone is increasingly aggressive as your rant continues.
> Luna raises an eyebrow at you. "Why young Twilight, if we didn't know any better we would say you were spying on us.."
"PRINCESS...Twilight... " your voice unexpectedly loud correcting her condescending title. "And MY PRINCE Anonymous..."
> Luna seems to become upset at the second half of your retort, "Well, Young Twilight. " she puts emphasis on the title you just corrected.
> " Perhaps you should have focused more on 'your Prince' rather than your own selfishness. "
> Your eyes narrow once more at her as your body becomes hot with anger and embarrassment.
"What are you saying Luna.." your voice low as the last bit of restraint can be heard leaving your voice.
> "We think you know exactly what we are saying, Twilight..." The way she looks at you, she knows your secret..
> How? You've barely slept, and have lied to your own closest friends about it.
> Anon.... did you?

---
> You are Anon
> Your chest is tight with stress, making the already difficult task of getting full breaths of air, even more difficult.
> The feeling of Luna tensing up on your arm doesn't help.
> "Anon?.. " Twilight tries to get your attention.
> Everything you have been trying to avoid is finally catching up with you.
> Crashing down on you like the roof of the inferno you just escaped.
> Your heart thumps hard as you close your eyes and look down a little both trying to control your breathing and calm yourself.
> 'Well... isn't this quite the situation... your new infatuation in the same room as your unfaithful wife...' The sentence echos in your head.
> You inhale deeply trying to calm your nerves.
> " I'm quite aware of what MY husband needs" enters your ears, causing your heart to ache more.
> Why is she talking like this? Like she didn't do anything,  like you're rightfully hers..
> ' "My husband" hm?.. convenient timing of titles no?'
> 'Even more amusing... The difficulty you're having right now Anonymous...' The voice seeming entertained now.
> "MY Prince" Twilight's voice enters your hearing again.
> You almost wince.
> 'heh heh.. I know you're hearing this..'
> Without noticing your eyes shut tighter and hands made into fists.
> You can't tell if these are your thoughts or if you're going crazy, you think to your self , 'am I losing it?...'

> 'Losing it? Heh heh. We are fine, "your wife" on the other hand... well maybe we should be paying attention. '
> "What are you saying Luna..." Her voice still strikes pain into your heart to hear.
> A conflicting feeling plagues your mind.
> Twilight's voice, the voice that used to bring you comfort and happiness, is tainted by her lies and deceit.
> A very small part of you still feels that comfort.
> The distant piece of you that wishes none of her... mistakes ever happened, so you both could have lived out a happy marriage.
> 'Why Anon... Why is this so difficult for you. She broke your heart... Betrayed your trust.. Lied and cheated... Took advantage of you...You beat a stallion nearly to death because of HER.. Slept in piles of hay because of HER. What is this I'm still sensing in you??.. You, you still-'
> Your eyes shut tightly and your brow furrows.
> You begin to argue internally. 'Stop it! What are you!? I don't want you in my head!"
> 'Why, how could you say such a thing?.." The voice mockingly indignant " With out me, you would have never made it out of that barn... Big Mac wouldn't have stood a chance. I am exactly what you need Anonymous... I am the strength you lack to get anything done.. I'm only here to... help." The voice deep as it grips your body.
> Luna speaks up, "We think you know exactly what we are saying... Perhaps, your attention should have been on your Prince, rather than Flash, 'Princess Twilight' " her voice becomes dryly sarcastic when she says her name with the title.

> "How, Dare You!" Twilights voice accents every word as her purple aura grips the silver tray on the floor.
> Luna appears to be humored by her loss of control as she wears a smug smirk.
> With a grunt Twilight launches the ornate silver tray towards Luna.
> Luna doesn't even flinch as she keeps her grin, the tray reflects off a deep blue glowing half sphere sending it away towards the wall.
> The sound of the metal crashing to the floor snaps your internal conflict as your surroundings slowly set back to reality.
> The name Flash burns in your ears and puts fury in your heart.
> It's his fault... all of this..
> Twilight's horn glows wildly highlighting the room with her deep magenta aura.
> "He is MY HUSBAND! STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" Twilight's voice cracks as she begins to sound frantic.
> Luna takes a slow stride standing infront of your bed, from beside it.
> Her grin fades a little.
----
> You are Luna.
> You must stand between, whatever young Twilight is about to do, and Prince Anonymous.
> She appears to have lost control, and you don't want him to get hurt because of it.
> Deflecting a laughable piece of debris was one thing.
> But you have hardly recovered from the over exertion from the day before.
> The mass frantic teleportations of yourself and others, maintaining your dream interception with Anon, still setting the moon for Celestia to raise the sun.
> You have barely slept a wink as well, the daylight uncomfortable on your tired eyes.
> Now you have a very upset, and talented new Alicorn, standing furiously infront of you.
> 'Well look at this... We know you'll definitely be needing... help, with this one..' you scowl at both the voice and the show of force Twilight threatens against you.
> " A very unwise decision young Twilight..." you try to warn her before she strikes.
> She doesn't seem to register anything as she appears to be preparing to blast you with some concentrated magic.
> You hate to do this...
> Honestly you do.

> You think to your self 'I suppose you are correct... I have not the strength at this time' the voice of your thoughts dejected.
> Laugher echos in your mind as you respond with your thought.
> Your wings flare out as your eyes open wide and your open mouth smile bares sharpened teeth.
> It is painful, you feel your eyes ache as your pupils narrow to slits and a paler teal fills the whites of your eyes.
> Darkness envelopes your coat as you now stare at Twilight with an aggressive smile.
> As much as you hate it, you feel much stronger than before.
> More... in control of the situation.
> Twilight seems to have lost some of her fighting spirit staring at you with wide eyes, her magic faded.
" Do not blame us, for your own irresponsibility Twilight. You chose Flash Sentry even though Prince Anonymous was Loyal to you. You have done this to yourself! You have hurt a good husband, and someone very dear to us for selfish reasons."
> She tries to stare angrily at you acting unintimidated, but the beads of tears that begin to well causes you to bare a sharp toothed smile.
> "I love Anonymous!" Tears begin to stream down her cheeks as she maintains her angry stare.
> "Stay away from him, you MONSTER!" Her voice cracks again appearing to have lost her own sanity.
> Quickly at the end of her sentence Twilight takes a step back with her rear hoof bracing herself for a blast from her horn which flickers wildly.
> Your eyes go from wide to angry at the name monster..
> 'See Luna, the truth comes out... You know they're afraid of you... You're simply a monster to them.' You snort out loud after the thoughts fill your head.

> Twilight's horn concentrates it's aura to the end of it, before it comes at you with a crack.
> Ready for it, you send back your own, now more teal colored magic, to meet hers.
> Both collide at the half way point between the both of you.
> The difference being Twilight looks like she's putting alot more effort into hers with her face scrunched and her teeth grit hard.
> You simply lower your eyebrows slightly still meeting her stressed gaze.
> Colorful sparks fly and bounce from the floor from where both magics meet as you hold hers in place with relative ease.
> 'She can't defeat us alone, it took all of her friends last time' your voice echos, entertained.
> You have had enough as your force your own magic closer to Twilight.
> The look in your narrow slit pupil eyes hungry for victory.
> Hungry for her pain.
> You want her to suffer for hurting Anonymous,  for threatening you.
> You can almost taste it as your magic overpowers hers, coming closer and closer to her horn.
> She doesn't deserve him... She DOESN'T. ..
> You begin to lose yourself in the fight.
> Twilight is struggling to no avail, as her eyes closed tightly still fighting back, now sweating, letting out grunts of effort.
> She will learn... And you will be the one to teach the mighty Princess Tw..
> "ENOUGH.." a two toned voice of Anonymous and one deeper, rings out behind you almost in Canterlot style.
> Simontaneously, both your attacks end.
> She drops her head taking deep breaths trying to recover.
> You turn back to... your dear Anonymous?
> His eyes open, and for a brief moment you observe a purple mist emit from the corners of his eyes,.. his eyes...they also appeared green, with red irises? ...
> As quickly as you noticed it, it was gone.

> You were being selfish...
> You realize this now as you glance over to Twilight.
> Giving her one last snort, you return to his bedside.
> Between then and when you turned back to Twilight, your features returned to a familiar sight to him.
" We apologize my dear Anonymous." You place a hoof on his hand with your back blocking the sight from Twilight.
> With a long drawn inhale composure finds its way back to you.

> Your heart skips a beat as you realize that your dear Anonymous doesn't look very happy.
"A..Anonymous?" Concern on your face.
> You realize you might have gone a little far, but he must realize you were defending yourself along with him.
> "Luna.. I can never repay you for saving Big Mac and myself, and I sincerely thank you... But I should talk to Twilight for a moment.." his tone was even.
> It looked like he had difficulty saying this none the less.
> This... was not what you were expecting, or at all what you wanted to hear.
> A lump forms in your throat as you try to tell him it's ok.
"Our dearest Anonymous... You will never have to thank us... We recall what you said, and as promised... we understand.." you visibly look upset as you choke back your pride.
> "Thank you..." his hand turned and gently stroked your hoof and foreleg causing you to smile slightly, all blocked from her vision.
> His touch softens your mood as it sends a small chill up your leg.
"You know where we'll be." You resist the want of a kiss from him after catching your self moving towards him momentarily, settling for his caress on your foreleg.
> After he nods, you turn to Twilight with a look that cries out that your biting your tongue, as you do your very best to remain outwardly composed.
> Unfortunately, and very much against your wishes, you take your leave as requested by your dear Anonymous...

---
> You are Anon
> You didn't want to ask Luna to leave but nothing would have been accomplished had she stayed.
> They would have continued fighting until somepony... by the looks of it Twilight... would have gotten hurt.
> You watch as the disheveled Twilight stares harshly at her departure, still catching her breath.
> Twilight turns to you, but the look on her face is hard to read.
> Is she upset with you because Luna was here?..
> It's not like you wanted Twilight here, she should have know that.
> Obviously you have been doing everything you could to avoid her.
> You notice the food across the floor, a small cup of orange juice rocked near the floor of your bed, the little foil top still holding it's contents inside.
> Some eggs... and fruits, all scattered about.
> Her slightly saddened eyes scan the mess as well.
> W...was she just bringing you food?
> But why..
> You hated her so much for putting you in this position.
> She takes a few steps towards your bed, her expression blank for the most part.
> Tension rises in you over the simple movement and not being able to read the look.
> It's still difficult to even look at her, the shell of the one you once loved.
> You swear... if she tries to blame you for...
> A sudden squeeze around your upper body stops your thought process.
> What the?
> A familiar, comforting scent relaxes you slightly, causing your shoulders to drop somewhat.
> You didn't even notice... she's, she's hugging you?
> Burying her face into your shoulder.
> Sobbing..
> Sniffling..

> You feel an emotional split rip you to pieces inside.
> It hurts you that she's crying,  a throbbing ache grips your heart.
> The sounds of her light sobs absolutely tears down your defense.
> But at the same time it angers you.
> Who does she think she is to just walk in here like she still owns you after ruining you?
> 'She is the very reason you almost died Anonymous... twice... She is also the reason Big Mac is in here as well.. And this relaxes you?.. If I didn't know any better it's like she wants us dead..' The deep voice chimes in again, bringing you back to "reality".
"Stop it.." you say accidentally out loud,  your eyes closed.
> Twilight looks up from your shoulder, her purple fur is slightly matted wet with tears.
> "J-just let me have at least this... just for a little.." her voice quiet but full of a sense of pleading.
> You say nothing,  your expression relatively blank.
> She accepts your no response as an ok to continue as she pushes the side of her face into your shoulder lightly again, her hooves squeeze you back into a hug firmly.
> A hand rises to place itself onto it's familiar resting place... her withers...as her scent invades your sense of smell.
> 'Dont.. you.. dare.. Anonymous.. This is what she wants... And your going to eat it up like this? She HUMILIATED YOU. Have you forgotten so soon?! She is going to say and do whatever it takes to make you believe she is sorry. And you know what? I bet you she is sorry Anonymous... Sorry she got CAUGHT... I guarantee if you didn't catch her, her boy toy would be balls deep-..' Your hand drops back to the bed loudly stopping the rant, as you stare angrily at the wall.
> It's right... She would...
> The only reason she stopped was she was caught,  nothing else...

> She's staring back up at you again, her eyes concerned and watery, "Anon? Are you alright?  S-should I get a nurse or-"
"I cant do this..." You say dryly
> She shrinks back still holding on to you, " What?.." she looks down at your chest, feeling your heart pound heavily.
> "Maybe I'll get a nurse or a doctor, I don't think you're feeling well..." She tries diverting the topic desperately.
"Twilight.." you say sternly looking at her now.
> "Just, just let me take care of you now. You don't have to worry about a-" Her hooves keep busy momentarily adjusting your blanket, fixing up your shirt, and running across your cheek gently.
> Your voice rings a little more sternly.
"Twilight... "
> Her expression drops slightly.
"You were going to walk into this room today expecting what?.. To bring me food, me forgot everything you put me though... Magically forget the pain and humiliation you made me feel?"
> " I just... wanted to help you.. You haven't given me much of a chance to say or do much.." she replied quietly withholding her plan.
"Say or do what? Explain your colt friend to me? Your little boy toy is the reason Big Mac and me are here to begin with. The reason I almost died twice now.. And you were going to fix that... with food.. which by the looks of it, the castle chefs made?"
> She replied quickly,  " Don't call him that.. I never want to see or hear of him again...What do you mean twice?"
"Once right after I caught you....WITH...him... and when he set the Apple's barn on fire with me in it.
I owe them and Luna my life. "
> An angry expression crosses her face at the mention of Luna, "You don't owe her anything, Flash couldn't have set that barn on fire!"
"And why exactly is that, Detective Twilight..." you shoot back with an angry sarcastic tone.
> With a full angry reflexive response,  she fires back, "BECAUSE,  he came to the cas...." She bites her tongue catching what she was about to admit, even if it cleared him being at the barn.

> Fire ignites in your body as you stare at her.
> 'Heh heh... and you were feeling sorry for her.. comforted by her.. still thinking that you loved her... ' The voice that speaks echos broadly with a slower pacing in an almost mocking victorious tone.
"Well Twilight..." a piece of you begins to die while you answer. "When you're right you're right.. He couldn't have possibly burnt down the Apple's barn, almost killing me and Big Mac. Sounds like he was to busy Fucking you again..." a dead eyed stared lands on her as you begin to sit up.
"Get off of me..." your tone is low barely a whisper holding back a flood gate of emotions.
> Her face is in shock at your accusation, "That's not it at all Anon!"
"Get off..of me..." your eyes close, as you attempt to hold your composure.
> "Anon, that's not what happened!" She's pleading now. "It.. that just came out bad is all!"
"There is no good way to say you did it again Twilight... You're defending the colt that ruined our 'marriage' and my life. I know what I heard, I was THERE... Accepting the fact that I was about to be dead, and being ok with it because I wouldn't have to face you and what you did. What I never thought I would have to face though,  is you actually defending him... They said I had to pay for what I did to Flash... What "I".. did to Flash..." You angrily gesture to your chest. " As if he didn't come into my life and absolutely devastate it. I.. the 'Beast' have to pay even more now. Now Big Mac. .." You catch yourself rambling as you cut yourself off looking away, your heart pounds.
> You inhale sharply trying to feed your body the oxygen you find it lacking, ending your rant.
"Now Twilight... get. off. of. me" your voice almost a growl accenting each word.
> She looks at you in shock and disbelief.
> Her eyes water as she stares into yours looking for someone she can't seem to find.

> You are Twilight Sparkle
> You are very fully aware that you hurt Anon, but to hear this rant..
> The way he said it to you.
> The unfiltered hurt and anger that spilled from his language and tone.
> His body language.
> Hearing him admit he was ready to accept death because of you...
> You want to make it better, but you have not the slightest idea how at this point.
> Anything you say he won't believe anyway, and rightfully so you suppose.
> "Now Twilight... get. off. of. me" he growls at you.
> You don't recognize this side of him, but still hold him none the less.
> You love him and nothing he does can change that.
> It wouldn't be that easy to get rid of you.
> But you suppose you should start with the truth..
"No Anon..I wont.. just listen to me please." You almost beg, as you feel his breaths draw deep.
"I.. I did see Flash when the fire was happening I suppose.. I don't know the exact times.. and had I know I would have been there. Anon, he came to the castle to apologize. I told him--"
> Your sentence is ended as a pressure around your neck prevents you from speaking or breathing.
> You look frantically to Anon, to see his arms extended to you, hands around your throat with a look of unfamiliar rage in his face.
> " I. don't.  CARE!" he says in a voice almost unrecognizable to you as he shoves you off the bed.
> You fall back off the bed landing and sliding back a bit on your flank as you gasp for a breath.
> W..what's wrong with his eyes??
> He notices your stare and covers his face with his hands quickly.
> He begins to bury his face into his own hands and... is talking to himself?
" A..anon?.." you rub your own neck in shock as you observe him for a moment.
> " Get out.." he grunts through his hands.
"No.. Anon I came here to help you, that's what I'm going to do." You attempt a stern response despite his act against you.
> You didn't like it but you understood it.
> Your love and concern out weighing the shock.

> "I don't want your help Twilight. I don't want anything from you!" His hands still over his face leaning foward.
"We need to talk at some point Anon!" The frustration pent up inside you from his avoidance makes it's way out in your response.
> "There's nothing to talk about! I hate you, I'm obviously not enough for you! I never was! I was nothing but something for you to study!" His knees draw up towards his head as he leans foward hands still covering his face.
> " Leave." He grunts once more.
"Th-thats not true Anon! Let's just talk.." you hesitate not sure what to make of what he's doing.
> You try closing the distance slowly towards him again.
"I know I made a mistake, trust me I know" your voice shakes with painful honesty, " And I am soo sorry, Anon.. I'll never be able to say it enough. I do love you though, honestly and truly."
> He makes some sort of strange pained whimper sound and appears to have cringed at your words.
> His shoulders heave up and down from his deep breathing.
"Do you hear me Anon? I love you. " you could say it all day to him and mean it each and every time.
> He seems to relax a bit as he sits up straight, removing his hands from his face head towards the celing.
> You wait a moment for him to reply.
> He inhales after he appears to think for a moment. " Twilight..."
"Yes Anon? " a tone of hope in your voice.
> "i..." he pauses.
> You can't help but widen your eyes a bit finally getting a response from him.
> "For now, I want you to leave...." his voice was abnormally calm.
> Another short silence fills the room.
> He turns to face you, his face red with exhaustion and cheeks lightly damp. "The next conversation we have, will be about our divorce.."
> You feel as if the air is ripped from your lungs and your heart physically is breaking.
> Inhaling shakily, with your mouth agape and eyes showing sheer shock, you try to digest that sentence.
> Divorce?... You feel the pieces of your life fall apart around you.

"No... no.. nonono...Anon... you.. you can't mean that..." you say aloud in denial. "I love you, don't you get it?"
> Anger flares back up in his expression as his eyebrows drop obviously upset. "Stop saying that." He almost growls.
"NO Anon! It's true!" Desperation clear in your rebuttal.
> He let's out a growling exhale before responding, "What's TRUE Twilight... is the fact that, had I NOT found out.. you would probably still be FUCKING HIM THIS VERY SECOND!" Saliva flys from his mouth as a strange tones tie into his scream.
> It causes you to freeze, a forelegs distance away, wide teary eyed, you can only stare into his reddening eyes.
" That... i.. thats.. not true.." you quietly stammer knowing very well it could be.
> He's noticing you closed the distance from the both of you, "I'm telling you for the last time Twilight... leave me be... You've done enough..." his stare intense.
"I dont.. want to let you go Anon.. " her hoof reaches out to his arm as as the last bit of distance closes.
----
> You are Anon.
> And you are an internal disaster.
> Pain rakes at your eyes and head in general that caused you to buckle.
> It is still difficult to breathe making thinking straight all the more taxing.
> 'She's lying to you Anon! She's LYING. If she never wanted to let you go she wouldn't have fucked Flash Sentry to begin with!' The name causes your heart to tense.
> 'There it is.. that feeling... That's where your strength is... Flash Sentry took your wife and you were helpless to do anything remember Anon? REMEMBER!? The way she cried out for it, the way she begged for more. She "loves you!?" HA!' The voice passionate in its explanation.
> Your heart is pounding to the point where you can hear it in your ears accompanied by a light ringing, as you become slightly light headed.

> You vaguely notice Twilight back next to you.
> 'Do NOT let her do this to you again Anon! You Fool! I'll protect us!' Energy and confidence enthrall its speech.
> You can't help but to find a level of comfort and correctness to its words... it's hypnotizing.
> 'That's right Anon, let me protect us..They all fear us.. call us Beast. They don't understand us.. how could they.' It's tone coaxing
> They do call you beast...
> You thought they all understood you.
> Liked you...
> Accepted you..
> You feel a warm embrace of a foreleg on your arm. "Anon? Did you hear me? I don't want to let you go."
> Something snaps inside of you 'She already hhaass.... ' The whispers swirls around your very consciousness.
> Your arm reaches back.
> Before Twilight has a chance to react, your open hand flys across her cheek creating an echoing 'smack'.
"Don't touch ME!" Your voice almost a dual toned roar, your breathing in heavy gasping breaths as you begin to sweat a little.
> She falls back to the floor with a hoof to her cheek, looking down and away from you.
> Her mane covers her expression.
> A brief purple mist hazed from the corner of your flashed red eyes.
> 'Heh heh.. That's better...' a victorious tone rings in your head
> Your ears are hissing and ringing as its difficult to see straight.
> What.. what did you just do?
> Sure you hated her right now but... but you would never, purposely lay a hand on any mare like that...
> She turns back up to you, hoof to now red cheek, sniffling, tears running down her cheek with her disheveled mane..
> Your heart feels like it's going to stop beating as you stare.
" W..w.. we are sorry.."

> We?..
"W.. I'm.. sorry" you deflate.
> The sight of her crumpled on the floor,  in some very small primal sense is satisfying.
> She did wrong you in the worst way after all..
> 'Deliverance of justice, of vengeance,  by our own hand.. There is no sweeter-' the satisfied voice cut short by your own hands slapping quickly back over your face.
> You rub your own forehead,  then temples trying to clear your thoughts. > Twilight stares up at you still, just observing as she sits back, broken looking on the floor.
> You can't take her stare..
> Her eyes on you.
> You still can barely stand being in the room with her.
> Your slight calm begins to leave you.
" Twilight,  w.- I really am sorry for that." You correct yourself not knowing why you keep saying it
"But if your not going to leave, then I will."
> You begin to sit up, bracing your palms on the side frame of the hospital bed.
> "I want to. . Stay here with you.. Anon.. " barely a squeak sounds from the floor.
> It freezes you in place.
> Taking advantage of the momentary freedom of clear thinking you respond.
"I don't want that right now... Maybe we can talk sometime, maybe I'll let you say what you have to someday, but I do mean what I said. I can't trust you, I can barely look at you... I don't believe much of anything you have to say. I do believe you are sorry. But I believe it's sorry that you got caught..." you sound more like you for the short moment.
> She remains where she is, broken looking.
> You pivot off the bed and plant your feet on the floor.
> Your heel lands on some of the fruit, cut bananas, that was once part of an ornate display of breakfast to be served.
> The plastic cup of orange juice slowly drip leaks through the compromised foil seal, slowly losing its contents onto the floor.
> Keeping your eyes towards the exit door, you think to yourself it's best you leave if she wont.
> You wanted to find Big Mac anyway.
> Rocking your body up from the bed you stand uneasily using the bed for support
> After a moment you steady your balance fighting off your light headed feeling.
> "Anon... I won't give up on you." She says unmoving.
> Her words cause your heart to squeeze tight as retorts to her statement flood your head.
> Once again she doesn't appear to be moving so you'll have to.
> You glare down at her opting to hold your tongue as your hand comes to your opposite forearm.
> The sound of ripping tape that held your I.V in place can be heard tearing from your skin.
> Your stare says everything you need to say.
> The "you already have" can be read plain as day.
> With a small grunt, you pull the I.V from your arm.
> A small blood squirt shoots from the broken skin, landing in a crimson droplet line near Twilight.
> She winces slightly at it, eyes moving from the wet droplets back up to you, full of defeat.
> You drop the hallow needle attached to the small fluid feeding hose, as the few droplets of blood still on it drip with the still flowing I.V.
> Saying nothing you begin your walk to the exit, leaving the slightly burnt, disaster, mess of a room behind you.
> Your steps are over all slow as you fight off your dizziness, eyes fixed to the florescent lit hallway.
> Your plodding foot almost lands on one of Twilight's feathers she must have shed during her scuffle with Luna.
> A pang of guilt quickly and shortly rings through you, but you continue regardless.
> As you exit into the hallway you hear shuffling

> Out of the corner of your eyes you see Twilight clumsily climb into the bed you laid in, burying her face in your pillow.
> ... You allow your self one second to see this as you continue with your slow steps to find Big Mac.
> Random nurses gawk at you as you shoelessly pold down the hallway.
> Droplets of blood continue to drip off your fingers from your unbandaged puncture.
> One tries speaking to you as you mindlessly move down the hall, her voice muffled in your ears.
> Your thoughts muddle together as you drag your feet.
> What was Twilight expecting, what is happening inside your mind, how could you feel so angry and so sympathetic still, why couldn't you just be left alone and avoid all of this. Why did the Apples have to get dragged in.
> You approach a desk with a mare wearing a nurses outfit.
> She has a small red cross on the hat that she wears.
> You ask bluntly.
"Big Mac.. what room is he in."
> She raises an eyebrow looking you over, "Sir.. Are you. . supposed to be out of your bed right now.." she eyes your arm dripping blood.
> You say nothing continuing to stare at her, making her shift in her seat uncomfortably.
> "He's uh... two doors down on your right.. probably sleeping.." she shrinks in her seat a little.
"Thanks" you say dryly.
> Continuing on your slow paced journey, mumbles from the hall fill your ears.
> " Is.. that him? I heard he set a barn on fire." - "No way, why would he.." - "I don't know, why would he beat a pony senseless either" - "what a beast.." - "tell me about it.. He used to be such a good..." the mumbles fade off.
> You feel a stabbing pain in your heart and your footsteps stop for a moment.
> You'll teach them to..
> No... You need to check on Big Mac..
> The weight in your heart makes walking just that more difficult.
> Here we are...
> Pushing the door open slowly the first thing you hear are the rhythmic beeps of a heart monitor.
> Even more slowly, you make your way in.

> The sight of Big Mac sleeping connected to the heart monitors and I.Vs fills your sight as a weight adds to your heart.
> Apple Jack is sleeping in the chair next to him leaned back moth open, her hat at the foot of his bed.
> You drag an extra chair next to the other side, and just watch for a moment.
> His chest heaves with large breaths and his eyes that used to shine with life remain gently closed.
> Your garbled thinking stops watching your friend lay unconscious.
> Beeps fill your ears as the hiss of the flowing oxygen he has connected to his nose remains steady.
> His mane is messy, and you can spot the beginning of bandaging across his midsection.
> His muzzle is cleaned of the blood you once saw, patched by several butterfly bandages on his forhead.
> You place a hand atop of his head gently as you begin to speak quietly unfiltered and undistracted.
"I'm sorry Bud... " you look to him as if he's awake with his eyes open , only you stared to his closed eyelids. "This is all my fault, you should have just left me."
> You fix his blanket a little.
"I was ready.. I didn't want any of this.. and now.. it's cost me this.. it's cost you, this.. My life ain't worth this bud.. You all mean so much more.."
> You breathe in shakily.
"I wish I was stronger, so I could have at least got you out safe.."
> You feel something roll down your cheek..
"shit... " you begin to rub your eyes.. air must be dry in these hospitals...
> Apple Jack has her mouth closed and head turned to you now, eyes barely open.
> '...I will be the strength we need Anonymous...' The solem voice says.
"Shut up..." you whisper sharply in a grunt to yourself.
> "Anon?" Apple Jack says quietly, causing you to jump a little.
"Oh!.. uh.. I'm sorry if I woke you up. " you stammer quickly hoping she didn't hear you.
> "What in the hay are ya doin here?? you should be restin!" She says in a disapproving whisper.

"We're," you clear your throat, ".. I'm fine. You know me.. I hate these places.. How's Big Mac? What did they say?"
> She stares angrily at you for a moment before responding, "Of course ah know you don't like it here.. But ya need rest!.. He's fine for now Anon.. He's doin what he should be. .. Restin.."
> You sigh.
"You know what I mean.." you pry.
> She sighs in return. "I don't know Sugarcube.. They said he's stable, but they need to wait until he's stronger or whatever the hay, to do anything."
"Bunch of hacks.." you say anoyed.
> The steady beeps of the heart monitor fill the silence you share in the room as you study the tile floor.
> They're ugly floors...
> You really do hate hospitals, the smell.. the sounds.
" Where's Granny Smith and Apple Bloom?.." you ask filling the silence.
> " At the house, she didn't want Apple Bloom to worry about Big Mac by seein him like this.." She says while looking over him, fixing up his unkempt mane.
> Guilt further grips you as you rub the back of your neck.
" This is all my fault AJ... " you say still staring at the floor.
> She looks up at you saying nothing.
"My problems followed me home.. and look what it's caused." You say dejectedly glancing up to her.
> " Anon. You're safe now because of him. Don't minimize what he did because ya feel guilty. We both know very well you'da done the same for him in a heart beat.. That's what family does. You above all should know that.." Her earnest voice and stare grab you.

> She's right, you would have done the same without thinking twice, for any of them, but it doesn't help the guilt of him being here now.
> Your mood begins to darken at the thought of any of them getting hurt as well.
> 'Vengeance Anonymous... Vengeance, for your friend.. your, family...your self.. We are going to make who did this pay..' The voice still deep and solemn.
"I'm going to make who did this pay AJ.." you say staring at the floor for a moment then to her, your voice unexpectedly raspy.
> "Y..Ya know who did this?." she asked confused.
> You look over to her, a display of anger paints your face just thinking about the name of the pony that took your very life from you.
> Your wife, Your best friend, your very self worth.
> 'Flash... Sentry...' The bass voice echos as it broadly states the name.
"Flash Sentry..." Your eyes meet Apple Jacks as you quietly growl his name.
> The rhythmic heart beat monitor beeps ring in your ears.

> Some time passes as you and Apple Jack sit in silence.
> You don't know if she's processing what you just said or is simply in shock.
> Either way,  she appears to be in deep in thought.
> You stare down at the hospital tile floor again
> You really can't stand these places.
> The sight of the sickly and lonely.
> The scent of cleaner and sanitizer.
> The sound of coughs, sneezes and sniffles, random cries.
> Apple Jack breaks the silence
> "Ah know you're still worked up Anon.. But bein like this right now ain't gonna fix anything, ya need to rest. We got plenty of time to figure out what we do next."
> You say nothing as you continue to stare at the floor.
> "Anon, what would Granny Smith say if she seen ya walking around right now." She tries to get in your mind.
> Damnit that's not fair.
> Your heart warms at the mention of your grandmotherly figure acting concerned, effectively disarming you.
> A small smile crosses your lips as you imagine it.
"Heh.. Probably something along the lines of, "Anon what in tha hay are ya doin walkin around!  Now git yer self back in bed before I make ya!" You imitate her intimidating Granny squinty stare while pretending to brandish a wooden spoon, your voice speaking in an elderly shaky tone.
> Apple Jack let's out a chuckle at your impersonation.
> A warm cheeky smile finds its self on your face after your impersonation, and Apple Jacks laugh.
> You really did love them all.
> That's what made this whole ordeal so much more difficult.
> What made it hurt that much more.

> You sigh and lean back in the seat which reclines slightly.
> At least these damn things were comfortable.
> You wish you could have your bed back, but you don't want to go to see if Twilight is still there.
> Also, you know you can't stay too long because it's only a matter of time before she shows up here as well.
> But your exhaustion is really catching up with you.
> Reaching foward to the front of the bed, you grab Apple Jacks hat.
> You place it low on your forhead so the brim of it hangs far down enough to block the invading sun.
"You don't mind, do you? " You don't care, you were going to use the damn thing anyway.
> You adjust it slightly
> "Nnnope.." She gets comfortable herself.
> The familiar scent of Sweet Apple Acres, of Apple Jack, of home, relax your nerves.
> Sleep begins to grab at you from the combination of calming nerves, and shading from the sun.
> You are no longer able to fight it off as sleep takes you while you lay beside Big Mac and Apple Jack.
> Her hat tilted over your face with your arms crossed as you drift off.

> You are Twilight Sparkle
> You lie in Anons hospital bed, face buried into his pillow both holding back tears and taking in his scent finding the smallest comfort in it.
> The hollowness you felt was unbearable.
> It wasn't your intention to defend Flash.
> In fact it was the last thing in Equestria you wanted to do.
> You didn't think before jumping to an answer, and the price of that was telling Anon that while he was almost burned to death, Flash flew into the bedroom you and your husband used to share.
> Apparently they temporarily fixed his wing that you thought for sure was destroyed.
> A reddish aura was stuck surrounding his broken wing, you suppose allowing it to be used and moved.
> It didn't matter that he came to apologize to you.
> It didn't matter that you kicked him out faster than he came in.
> Or that you told him that if he ever came near the both of you again, you wouldn't stop Anon from killing him.
> Once again you find yourself wanting to be mad at Anon, that he was with Luna once more.
> In another more than friendly... contact..
> Does he not see you're trying?
> You scan the contents of the breakfast you brought, scattered across the floor.
> This was you chance..
> You could have been his crutch, the one to help him through recovery.
> All ruined by Luna..
> But that is overshadowed by the behavior they both displayed which concerned you even more.
> The last time you saw Luna like that was when you saw her as Nightmare Moon.
> She wasn't transformed to that extent, but her eyes.. her teeth.. even her coat color..
> You didn't stand a chance without your friends.
> Even in her weakened state she was strong.
> But you'll never back down when it comes to Anon..
> But speaking of him..
> Even Anon..
> He spoke in a voice you never heard come from him before.
> He seemed out of control, but not like you saw him with Flash..
> It was something different.

> You also caught him talking to himself and acting overall strangely.
> You guess you can dismiss most of his strange behavior to anger, exhaustion, and smoke inhalation.
> But Luna.. She was more than likely the problem.
> She has to be..
> She had to be trying to influence him away from you.
> That has to be it...
> W..why else wouldn't Anon come back?
> Why else would he be avoiding you so much..
> He is yours after all.
> YOUR husband,  YOUR love...
> Your hoof touches the ring still on your horn as you lie in the bed that was temporarily your husbands.
> She can't have your husband...
---
> You are Anon
> You start to become aware of your surroundings in the middle of a commotion.
> Why is everything so hectic right now?
> The scene is hazy as you try to focus.
> Medical staff run in and out of the room levitating random medical instruments in a hurry.
> Purpose and haste in their movements.
> You hear Apple Jack frantically cry out, "Do something,  hurry!"
> This sends you into a panic since all of her fears and saddeness are usually internalized.
> As Pinkie always said, she cries on the inside.
> To hear her panic out loud like that sends chills up your spine.
> An even tone pierces your hearing making your heart drop and your stomach turn.
> Things become more clear as the steady tone of a flat line from the heart rate monitor brings your attention to the sobering situation infront of you.
> You hear the panic behind the word "Clear!" as a bright white flash of magic illuminates the celing.
> You are unable to see what is going on since they so tightly surround him working diligently.
> The defeated look of the doctor taking charge makes your body freeze.
> He looks up to Apple Jack,  then to you.
> With a sigh he says, "once more... Clear!"
> Your hear Big Mac's large body convulse as the light illuminated the celing again.
> Several short beeps from the monitor can be heard..
> Followed by a sickening flat line tone.

> The group of ponies around him seem to deflate at the sound as they look left and right.
> " Big Mac?! BIG MAC!!" Apple Jack begins to act hysterical.
> "I'm sorry... there's nothing we can do" the flat line still rings warping in sound slightly.
> "If only he.. was out of there a little sooner.. He might have stood a chance.." the doctors voice grim
> All the ponies turn to face you staring blankly.
> Apple Jack hysterically yells "Anon why couldn't you~!!" She chokes on her own hysteria coughing and crying.
> You turn from her to the doctors and assistants who's dead eyes stare through you.
> The assistants who block your view of Big Mac move aside.
> You can now see Big Mac.
> His bright red coat, pale.
> His mouth slightly agape.
> The words "you did this" begin to echo in the room soon joined by "monster" and "beast".
> All the words begin to puddle into incoherent whispers, accompanied by Apple Jacks hysterics,  as all the ponies stare with only their mouths moving.
> You can't move, why can't you move?.
> The blend of whispers and voices begin to overload your sense of hearing.
> Your eyes turn to Big Mac.
> His own eye lids shoot open, they seem to have lost their luster as they stare at you.
> A loud whisper in Big Mac's voice that silences the rest of the sounds enters your ears , "Anon!.." his hoof reaching to you.
> Silence.
> You sit up from the reclining chair and lean foward roughly with a large shaky gasp that you hold for a minute.
> Apple Jacks hat, that you used for shade,  falls from your head, to the hospital floor in a silent contact as you watch it fall.
> The steady hiss of oxygen flowing and rhythmic beeps echo.
> You sweat slightly still taking deep breaths.

> A dream?.
> 'A nightmare Anonymous... A vision.. of what may be.. because of Flash. A feeling, a memory that may forever haunt you.' The unwanted voice calmly explains, its deep voice shaking your unsettled heart.
> Your heart races still as you look to the sleeping Big Mac and Apple Jack.
> Your anxiety is like an anchor in your chest.
> Leaning foward you grab Apple Jacks hat and stand, placing it on the chair.
> You need to move, You need to leave, you need air.
> Why is there no air in here??
> Beginning your escape you make your way to the exit looking back once more before you go.
> With that you put you head down and begin your trek towards the exit of the hospital.
> " s..sir? You shouldn't be leaving yet, the doctor said.." you ignore the random nurse speaking.
> Your steps are moderately paced down the hall with your hands shoved into your pockets.
> The doctor, sitting behind a counter, looking rather exhausted him self adjusts his glasses as he sees you on your exit mission.
> "S..Sir Anonymous! " he calls out.
> You continue on ignoring him.
> "Sir Anonymous!" He trots after you.
> Catching up beside you he begins to plead' "Sir Anonymous, you aren't well yet. you can't go!"
"I'm fine" you grunt, followed by a deep chested cough.
> " Sir Anonymous please! We have tests to run, results to get back.. a.. and Luna will have my head if you leave here in your condition." He looks scared at the thought.
> Looking down to him while you walk, you reply.
"From what I can recall you didn't even want me in here to begin with.. I hate these places." You say plainly.
> You halt leaning down to him.
" But I will say this.. Luna will be the least of your worries if anything happens to Big Mac.. got it?... "Doc".."
> You firmly slap his shoulder with a faux friendly gesture and continue on your way.
> He stands there mouth agape and eyes wide watching you walk out.
> You though you heard him whimper on the way out.

> Walking out the front door is liberating.
> The smell of clean outside air fills your nose and the sounds of birds and normal commerce, your ears.
> Taking a few deep breaths you clear your head.
> Where do you go?
> What do you do?
> It's been a while since you laid down in your own bed, with your own pillow,  cuddled up warm next to...
> Well, your own bed anyway..
> A distraction would be nice right about now..
> You begin to just walk aimlessly trying to exercise off your stress and anxiety.
> Maybe you'll pick up a new set of clothes, get something to eat...keep busy and distracted.
> Keep... avoiding..
> 'Running away some more are we Anonymous..' The voice, disappointed sounding.
> You actually have gotten pretty good at that lately.
> Did you just entertain that thought?..
> You rub your face roughly.
"What the hell..." you sound drained talking into your palms.
> At some point you'd like to go see Luna as well, to apologize and thank her without distraction.
> The guilt from asking her to leave after saving both you and Big Mac lingers.
> Plus, you do feel better when you're around her..
> Your sore, anxiety ridden body begins it's aimless adventure.
---
> You are Luna
> You really did over do yourself this past 24 hours.
> Laying in your bed you try to catch up on some rest, only mildly successful.
> Day time was your midnight, your chance to recharge with precious sleep.
> Your heavy decorative curtains block the majority of the sun light from entering your grand  bedroom to assist you with this.
> The bed you lay in is large and somewhat lonely, but it is yours and you have been long accustomed to it.
> Though you sleep, you move restlessly.
> Your mind is distracted by Anon, and his well being.
> What you'll do you that pompous arrogant doctor if Anonymous does not improve...
> Your mind also admittedly bothered by Twilight and her... interruptions...
> She made her decisions already. .

> You have become accustomed to Anonymous being around as of late, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't already miss him.
> Letting out a frustrated sigh you magic your blanket towards the foot of the bed, staring at the peering sunlight fighting it's way through the bottom of the curtains, you only stare.
> 'You realize he asked US to leave so the brat Twilight could stay' Your own voice, your Nightmare,  chimes in.
> Your tired eyes stay on the same spot staring at the invading light.
> 'Of course you do.. Perhaps you have advanced on Prince Anonymous to abruptly' The voice seems entertained.
"He needed our help... He appreciates it.." you speak to no one, your voice echos lightly in the decorative yet largely barren room.
> 'He did.. he did..' The voice seems to agree. 'Did he need us to visit his every dream since? Or have him up in our seating area... to "dance" with.. For us to.. embrace him.. so soon?..'
> Once again you say nothing only staring tiredly, your lids lower a little at the retort.
> A small pang of guilt rings inside you.
> In the back of your mind you knew you moved a little quick.
> But like you already admitted, you lost him once by being slow.
> You didn't want it to happen again..
> 'He's still married you know.. What does that make ..us..' The tone now turns condescending.
> Your brow drops slightly in annoyance.
"We...I..am perfectly aware of his marital status a reminder is not needed." Your own tone seems to be losing composure as frustration seeps in.
> 'It makes you ... us... The other mare.. The home wreck~" the tone very "matter of fact" cut off by your own outburst.
" You are wrong! He cares about us! " your voice almost reaching the old Royal Canterlot level.
> The blinds against the windows wave from the pressure of your outburst causing them to open slightly.
> A beam of sunlight cracks  through the now slightly open blinds, highlighting your face.
> You place a hoof to your face and sigh once more.

> A quiet knock can be heard at your front door as it cracks open letting in yet more light.
> "Luna?.. are you alright my dear sister?.." the  concerned gentle voice of your elder sister, Celestia, enters your room as she pokes her head in.
"Yes sister... We are fine." You try to sell her the lie, but she always knows better.
> "Oh I see." She enters your room slowly closing the door with her magic.
> Her longer horn highlights with a lighter gold aura.
> In doing so it casts it's goldish hue lightly around the room.
> She stretches her superior wings as well while she approaches the side of your bed.
> Reaching her longer wing span across you she rocks you slightly with her snow white wing.
> You always were silently jealous of her beauty, and her natural gifts.
> She was your beloved sister, but opposite in many ways.
> Where she was widely loved, you were hardly accepted and mostly feared.
> While you did not turn from conflict, she was quick to the use of words instead.
> "Why don't you tell me what's going on. You look upset.. Well more than usual anyway.."
> You turn to her and shoot her a "what is that supposed to mean" face.
> She meets your glance with a warm smile.
> "Why don't we start with Prince Anonymous.. "
> You tense slightly.
> What about him?
> Did somepony say something?
> "I heard you saved him and another from a terrible fire.. Most unfortunate, but at least my little ponies were saved. Barns can always be rebuilt,  lives on the other hoof." She maintains her warmth.
> Your shoulders relax, but at the same time wonder if there's a double meaning behind that statement.
"Yes sister.. most unfortunate indeed. The pony named Big Mac was quite injured though.." you reply with a tired voice rolling towards her direction to converse.
> " You speak of the Element of Honesty's brother?" She asks concerned.
> You nod not facing her.
> Celestia's face saddens. "I'll send word that he is to be well taken care of."

"We have made that message very clear already" you say unintentionally annoyed.
> She always has to one up you..
> It gets old.
> Celestia nods to you sensing your change of attitude.
> "So.. I heard you say he cares for you. Is that right?  Did you find a special some pony?" Her smile is warm and eyes excited as she teasingly rocks you.
> She is accustomed to hearing you fire back from time to time to the thoughts you have.
> She does not question what you think, rather what she heard.
"We.." your cheeks begin to hue pink.
> You are unsure how to respond, not knowing if she knows the answer to this or not.
> You would love to pour your heart out to your sister but it's registering in your mind that your happiness may be at the cost of her beloved pupils misery.
> You don't feel bad for Twilight, rather, you feel angry.
> That she would betray such a wonderful pon...person..
" Our interests, have been piqued... yes.." you decide to be vague for now.
> She seems... excited?
> Her face lights up as she smiles widely placing a hoof to your shoulder.
> "Why my dear sister, that's wonderful! Do I know the lucky Stallion? " She awaits an answer eagerly.
> 'Ha ha! Does she!' Your amused voice echos.
> You feel your face warming at the idea of thinking about Prince Anonymous.
> The moments you shared.
> His warmth.
> His scent..
> His embrace.
> A smile unknowingly escapes.
"We are sure you have seen him." You keep avoiding the details.
> "Well I'm happy for you Luna. I'd love to meet him at some point." She appears to be genuinely happy.
> You nod slightly in response wishing things were simpler so you could share this joy unhindered.

"Speaking of special some ponies... We were wondering if you have heard anything about Twilight's.. ordeal..with Prince Anonymous.."
> Celestia's face loses some of its displayed happiness. "So I take it you have heard of my faithful student's indiscretions... I suppose she isn't my pupil anymore. I should stop referring to her as that."
> You say nothing looking towards your sister.
> She wasn't clad in her golden partial armor.
> She was as you always remember her, no politics, no front, no show.
> Just your sister.
> " It is quite the shame if rumor is to be believed. But she has said nothing to me. I don't imagine it would be something she would want known though.. Poor Twilight.."
> Poor Twilight??
> What about poor Anonymous?!
> A small fire lights in you from her opinion
" Sister, don't you mean poor Anonymous? She... we mean .. if rumors are to be believed.. she betrayed him. A vow of marriage, a promise of trust and loyalty." You accidentally respond with a mild sense of protection.
> " I suppose.. You are correct " she responds caught off guard. "Have you heard anything I havent sister?"
> Your heart thumps.
> You're being to protective at the moment.

" N..no we have not.  We don't think anyway.."
> " Are you sure?.." she stares at you like you're hiding something.
> You feel your face heat slightly as she questions you.
" What else could we have heard dear sister." You try playing ignorant.
> "I suppose you are right.." she says suspiciously,  not pressing any further her eyebrow arched a little.
> ".. I'll leave you to your rest Luna. You seem..cranky. Perhaps we can set up some time so I can meet your special some pony. I haven't seen you blush like that in some time! He must be quite the stallion."
"Yes dear sister, he is. Perhaps sometime soon.. " A small saddeness enters you knowing that should that day come, she would probably not be happy.
> She rubs your shoulder with her hoof a little bit with a smile before turning and exiting toward the door.
> Her hoof steps quiet after the sound of the closing door.
> You return to you unsuccessful rest of staring out the slightly open blinds.
> With your half lidded gaze,  you wish Anonymous was here with you so you could rest your head on his shoulder.
> It was the safest, most relaxed you have felt in a very long time.

> You are Anon
> Your wandering seems to have helped somewhat as some of your anxiety has melted away.
> You end up on the outskirts of town near Fluttershy's house and decide to stop by.
> The arc of a tiny bridge, crossing a small body of water in front of her house, creaks as you cross it.
> It probably wasn't designed for your weight.
> You take in the nature around her home also taking note of the many hanging bird houses in the near by trees as you hear the random chirps.
> Raising your hand to knock you pause before your knuckles meet the wood.
> A gentle, soothing singing can be heard coming from inside, with some birds sounding like they are doing a harmony to it.
> You smile outside the door and listen as the harmonies flow through highs lows, crescendo to decrecendo.
> She actually was a very talented singer but her social anxiety kept her from letting many others see that.
> It's a shame really.
> You could listen for hours entranced by it.
> You listen for a few more moments inadvertently being creepy.
> Something begins to make its presence known behind you, distracting you from your eavesdropping appreciation of her voice.
> You feel foot steps coming from behind you and can hear heavy breathing.
> Turning your head slightly to see exactly what it is sneaking up behind you.
> You freeze.
"Oh....." your voice in shock.
> It's large shadow casts over you.
> Before you have any chance to react you are swept up in its powerful grasp.
> Pulled back like a rag doll.
> Your struggling is to no avail as its powerful squeeze swings you left at right.
> Your legs kick over some potted plants as you grunt from the pressure.
> This isn't what you had in mind right now.
> The growling is right over your head and its bass is deep.
> Your feet still flail as you struggle for breaths, finding it difficult to make anything but a grunting sound as your head smacks into a hanging birdhouse or two.

> You are Fluttershy.
> You dust away with your feather duster while singing your melodies with your bird friends.
> They were so precious.
> With a few flaps of your wings you gently dust off the hard to reach places in your home, not missing a beat with your birds.
> Your dusting lightens up as your joy of singing begins to come to the forefront.
> Landing back on your hooves, light as a feather, you sing away using the handle of the duster as your pretend microphone.
> A sound of a crashing potted plant outside makes you gasp and drop your 'microphone'.
> You take a step away from the door shrinking down a little.
> Your birds scatter as well.
"I..is somepony~" you ask quietly as your cut off from the sounds of a struggle.
"Ohh my.. " you begin to slink towards the door scared of what possibly could be the source of comotion.
> Reaching it, you crack it open just slightly enough to peek.
> The sight of dirt from broken pots and kicked up earth spilled across the front of your house fills your eyes.
> Followed by?
" Anon!"
> He rolls across the floor with a large brown bear.
> "oof! Grrr!" He's struggling jumping on the bears back.
" A..Anon, are you!?" You are cut off once more as they both fall to the floor.
> "haHAA!" He shouts as he wraps his legs around the bears upper mid section, surrounding his arms around the bears head in a sleeper hold fashion.
> The bear flails trying to reach Anon to no avail.
> You raise a hoof towards him, mouth agape.
> "Aanndd, rreellaaxx" Anon's voice is oddly gentle as he cranks the bears head to the left pretty violently.
> The sound of cracks can be heard.
> He then cranks it back to the right, more cracks.
> The great brown bear goes limp to the floor on its belly with a loud grunt and sigh.

> Anon sits on the bears back now, kneading the shoulders and mid section of his back with his diligent hands.
> The bear lays with a tired smile and it's tongue lolled out.
> "Have you stopped working on Harry? His back and shoulder are worse than ever." He glances up at you with his bright smile.
> You respond with a blushed smile of your own.
> Harry the bear, let's out a groan of relief with a now relaxed smile as Anon works his magic.
> Fingers were much more beneficial for things like this.
> And poor poor Harry has been suffering since Anon left to live with Twilight.
> You did what you could but his fingers and hand strength were what did the trick.
"Harry prefers your work Anon. Don't you hhaarrrryy. Yyeess you dooo." you say as you mush Harrys cheeks together baby speaking him.
> He let's out another confirming groan.
> "Oh is that right Harry?  I guess I can charge you extra then." Anon gives him a friendly slap to the rib cage and hops off.
> Harry snorts at the comment and sits up scooping Anon in for a big bear hug.
> "uuhhhgggGG, ok.. alright buddy." His voice sounding depleted of air while he tries to tap out of the hug.
> After Harry let's him go, he goes about his way looking more relaxed than ever.
> You then fly up to shoulder level to Anon, placing your own hug around his neck.
> "Heh, hello to you too, Flutter butter." he hugs you back.
> You release him looking up with a big smile and land back on all four hooves.
"Come in Anon, are you hungry? " you ask happily, moving some of your pink mane from your face.
> You were getting ready to feed Angel, your rabbit anyway.
> He nods to you, "Ya sure I'll join you if you don't mind"
> He begins to follow you inside.
> He doesn't look so well on second glance.
> You knew he was in the hospital and planned to visit later that day.
> How did he get out so soon?
> Maybe you'll fix him up an extra large plate.

> The uncomfortable thought of what happened to him and Twilight enters your mind.
> For once though, you don't feel bad about telling him.
> He needed to know.
> You loved Twilight and all, but what she was doing...
> Well it was just wrong!
> Anon deserved much better than that..
> You wash your train of thought away as you enter the house.
----
> You are Anon
> And you are a little beat from your.. session with Harry.
> You didn't need or expect that,  but still you're at least a little happy to help him.
> He was such a big misunderstood mush, but he was still big none the less.
> Playing with him while he was agitated over his misaligned shoulder and back was exhausting.
> He doesn't understand his own strength, but always is much happier when you work your magic on him.
> These hands have given you alot of reputation here.
> Speaking of, you use them to scratch behind Fluttershy's ear before she splits off to her kitchen.
> She smiles sighing, leaning into your leg.
> She's such a cat.
> You sit down at a table while she moves around in the kitchen making food for you and Angel.
> Probably some kind of salad contraption.
> Man, eggs would have been nice.
> You recall the breakfast tray Twilight brought in for you, mouth salivating slightly.
> Shaking your head you think to yourself that whatever Fluttershy makes is fine.
> You didn't need bribery food...

> Snapping out of it you notice an angry looking little white rabbit sitting at the other end of the table.
> Angel...
> It's arms are crossed and it's expression upset as you hear it tap it's foot.
"Hi Angel!" You try to sound happy.
> That rabbit is such a spoiled jerk.
> Definitely not your favorite.
> Angel responds with a "hmmph" turning it's head towards the kitchen waiting for Fluttershy to serve him.
> It probably thinks it's going to get less food because of you.
> You don't care... rabbit jerk..
> A plate gets slid onto the table infront of you.
> Salad.
> Great.
> Well its a big hearty one at least.
> Angel shoots you a glare since you got the bigger plate.
> You shoot him a big smile.
" Thank you Flutters,  it looks great."
> She slides her own plate and Angels on the table and responds with a slight signature blush. "O-oh, it's no problem.  Really. Thank you."
> Angel slyly made his way across the table and stole as many carrots off your plate as he could while you spoke to Fluttershy.
> You... bastard..
> "Angel no! That's rude!" She says in her whisper authoritative voice.
> Angel simply stuffs his face with the hijacked carrots.
> You force a smile.
"It's alright,  don't worry about it I have plenty more." You try to put her at ease.
> The rest of the meal goes without a hitch.
> Besides for the conflicting glares you and Angel sneak in at each other while  she eats.
> It was actually very good, mixed with different veggies and some fruits to sweeten it up.
> You begin to help her clean up bringing plates into the kitchen.
> "Anon? " She doesn't face you as she does some dishes.
"What's up?" You ask while bringing over some more.
> "Y..you don't think I'm a bad friend.. Do you? " She asks genuinely curious sounding.
"After a meal like that? No ma'am" hello old dry sarcastic humor.

> She turns to you with a shy smile."Thanks, b-but that's not what I mean. I heard what happened." She turns back away. "With you.. Flash.. Twilight.. The show, the fire.. I-i don't feel bad for telling you the truth. You didn't deserve what she was doing."
> Your smile faded at this point as you listen, waiting to hear what the question really is.
> "I guess, Twilight found out.. That I told you. She said that's not something a friend does. And in her own choice of words said I was a bad friend... I'm not sorry.. I'm not Anon." she turns to look at you obviously upset but wears a smile anyway.
> How could Twilight take anything out on Fluttershy...
> You're beyond stunned.
> You scoop her up in a hug, and feel her forelegs and wings wrap around you. "I'm so sorry this happened to you Anon, you don't deserve any of it."
> Small sniffles can be heard as she leans the side of her face into your chest.
"You're not a bad friend Fluttershy..." you say while holding her snug.
"If you didn't tell me I would have been living a lie, a disgusting lie. It was very brave of you to make the decision to tell me, so, Thank You..And she is wrong. Sometimes you need a friend to let you know you're wrong instead of just going along with everything. You did the right thing, she's probably just upset. Looking to pass blame or...something. Who knows anymore with her.."
> " t-thanks" she says pulling away from you chest her eyes a little misty as she smiles.
> You boop her nose.
"Hey, anytime." You give her a wide grin.
> She scrunches her nose and pushes her face back into you for a moment.
> Seeing her upset really gets to you.
> Who would ever take anything out on Fluttershy.. really...
> You run your hand through her mane and give her a scratch behind the ear again looking down with a reassuring smile.
> With a few ear twitches she looks up and reciprocates the smile.

" Try not to worry to much about it, alright? For what it's worth I'll always appreciate it.." you let her go as a few flaps from her wings keeps her eye level with you as you speak.
> "Ok.." she says quietly. "D..do you know what's going to happen between the both of you yet?"
> This was a question you weren't exactly ready for..
" Well.. I uh.. I have an idea.." you look somewhat uncomfortable.
> "Oh dear, that was a rude question wasn't it, I'm sorry." She shys away.
"No.. no. I guess if any pony should know it's you. You did tell me first after all.. " you rub the back of your head trying to figure out how much to divulge and how to word it.
> She looks to you, her eyes a little saddened.
> She can read your body language pretty well.
> "Your going to get a divorce aren't you." She says plainly saving you the explanation.
> You sigh a little as your hands drop to your sides.
"Yeah Flutters, probably." You say in a defeated tone.
> Her frown drops a little deeper which confused you because she was the one to tell you all of this, why would this upset her?
> What did she think you were going to do?
> "I..is there anything she can do to make it up to you? She did seem reeeeeally reeeeeally sorry.." she again shyly asks.
> You can't help to be a bit taken back and confused by this.
"Fluttershy... what could she possibly do to make me forgot what she did. I'm sure she's sorry, because now she's caught.." your voice becomes stern.
> She shrinks a little at that.
> Pinching the bridge of your nose with your finger and thumb you take a breath trying to relax so you don't end up frightening her.

" Look.. I can't think of anything she could possibly do to make me forget. She came to me in the hospital to bring me food like she did nothing wrong. I know what she was trying to do. I know she was trying to move past it to show me she cares and wants to try. But the very sight of her both still breaks my heart and gets me angry. I don't believe a word she has to say, and I do believe she'll say whatever she can, true or not to try to fix this. AND, ontop of that had the nerve to get mad that Luna was there visiting me."
> Fluttershy tilts her head at the mention of Luna.
> ...Maybe you should have left that last part out for the time being..
> She tilts her head "Princess... Luna?.."
> You sigh.
"Yes.. Princess Luna..." you quietly confirm.
> You really do have a knack for putting your foot in your mouth.

> "Why was she there Anon?" She seems confused.
"She.. was visiting.. she saved me and Big Mac from that fire." You're selective with details once more.
> "Ohh.. Well.. I guess that makes sence.." she seems to have believed your selective truth.
> Still you feel guilty.
> She was an outstanding friend, who put an older friendship on the line to help you.
> If any pony should know the truth it's probably her.
"Ya.. " fuck it... "She was laying on my stomach when Twilight came in with her.. stupid breakfast... they got into an.. argument.. " your heart both felt liberated by telling the full truth and fearful of her reaction.
> She raises an eyebrow, "Oh.. uh.. it was THAT kind of visit?.. Are you and Princess Luna.. umm" she hoofs at the floor nervously trying to be delicate with her wording.
"It's not like that.. well.. not.. then.. anyway." You stuttered out, cheeks reddening.
"She, uh.. she's been helping me out through this situation.. I think she understands me in some ways others won't be able to." Once again putting it delicately.
> "I understand Anon. It must be very difficult.." she actually sounds pretty.. understanding?
" You have no idea." You begin to relax letting out a sigh becoming more comfortable with the conversation.
> "So do you like her?" She blurts out once more.
> Your relaxing moment abruptly ends as tension grips your entire body.
"Fluttershy.. w-what kind of.. Why would you ask me that." You are genuinely confused and caught off guard.
> " I can see the way you're avoiding details, and your look when you mentioned her. Plus ponies are talking about the dances you both shared at the Vinyl Scratch show." She smiles innocently.
> "Also Twilight wouldn't get into an argument or anything like that unless she saw some sort of affection going on."
> You stare at her mouth agape as she dissects everything.

"I... uh..."
> You did used to tell her everything when you helped around with the animals and the adoption clinic.
> She just broke down your story and mannerisms in a few seconds.
"D..dont say anything Fluttershy..." you quietly admit defeat.
> " Ah ha! You DO like her" she smiles triumphantly.
"It's. .not like that.. But I will admit she's growing on me.. everything is just, too fast right now. She's really been helping me out alot." You scratch your own head nervously.
> She nods, "I can imagine..."
> You don't imagine this going as smoothly if Twilight didn't try to blame Fluttershy for all of her mistakes.
"Look I really don't want any pony else knowing about this right now. And it's really not.. much.. to know.."
> "I won't say a word Anon, I promise" she smiles once more.
"Thanks.."
> You both finish straightening up while you catch her up about the fire, Luna saving you both, and the reason Twilight wasn't there instead.
> She mostly listened in shock and slight disbelief.
> "Oh, my.. That sounds so terrible..It's good she came when she did. I didn't know that Fl.. um. .. he went back to Twilight.." you say nothing as a small uncomfortable silence begins to fill the room.
> She looks down, her longer pink mane hangs over her eyes "I need to visit Big Mac. Do you want to come with me Anon?" Her voice, her usual whisper talk.
"I just came from there.. I hate it there. If Big Mac is ok and doesn't need anything at the moment I'd rather relax away from there..."
> You and your irrational fears of hospitals.
> "Oh.. okay then. You can stay here and rest if you'd like while I go." She offers.
> Normally you would politely turn something like that down, but you're running out of places to go lately..
" If you wouldn't mind terribly.. That would be great." You humbly accept.
> "Of course I don't mind. You can stay as long as you need Anon, you know that." She replied warmly stepping into the other room.

> You sit on the couch,  it beats the hell out of hay.
> When she returns she passes you a small dozen roses.
> You take them a little confused.
> "I was going to bring these to you today, but since you're out early.. well here." She smiles with a blush.
"Aw.. Thanks Flutters.. " The gesture warms your heart.
> "I'm glad you're doing better Anon. I'll tell AJ that you're ok over here. I'm sure she's worried as well. And don't worry, I won't mention a word about Princess Luna until your ready for it." She says heading to the front door.
> You nod.
" Thanks a bunch, for everything. Really."
> With a smile she leaves the house.
> You spent quite a bit of time with her and wandering around.
> The sun has already made its beginning decent casting it's clash of purples, deep blues, reds and oranges across the horizon.
> You lay back on the couch a little hesitat to sleep wondering if Luna will visit you this time.
> Or will your voice... Your Nightmare... show you more..
> You really just wanted to sleep, you didn't get a chance to the night before, hell, you were barely given an  opportunity to even recover fully.
> But you actually have recovered remarkably well over all.
> Starnge...
> Laying across the couch you stare out of the window watching the colors of the day and night dance with one another.
> The sunset was breath taking,  you never got tired of watching it.
> The room cooled as the light faded.
> Your head became heavier and your body more relaxed.
> Your staring eyes are half lidded as they look out of the window, fighting off what feels like the weight of the world.
> The familiar feeling of sleep begins to flow through your relaxed sore body.
> Fight as you may, the weight of your eye lids are to great as they close lightly with your brow relaxing as well.
> "Luna?" You mostly mouth hoping for a response.

> You open your eyes slightly to a familiar nights sky once more.
> But.. something is different about this.
> There's smoke?
> You sit up from the warm earth, the normal terrain you see while with Luna is battle scarred.
> Dirt is over turned in distinct straight trenching lines.
> Some trees burn sending up thick gray smoke.
> Random ones are even knocked over splintered at the break.
"W..what?... Luna??" You begin to look left and right in a panic.
> Without warning you hear the unmistakable sound of an Alicorn horn charging followed by the sound of it blasting.
> A "Ooomf" is heard above you.
> You look up in time to see a midnight blue mare falling from the sky with a slight smoke trail streaming from her.
> Your eyes widen as you try to comprehend what you're seeing.
> She lands creating a very audible thud.
> She rolls over after she lands harshly to the earth facing away from you.
> She appears to be attempting to roll back to her hooves to stand back up.
> But.. is unable to as you see her body roll back to her side looking away, chest rising and falling heavily.
> Her cutie mark visible as she faces the other way.
> It's Luna..
"L...Luna!" You yell as you scatter to your feet and make your way over to her.
> Sliding on your knees as you approach her you notice her taking deep breaths as if she's been going at it for a while.
> You place you hands on her side causing her to wince.
"Oh.. oh shit...n-no no.. what happened Luna?" You sound panicked.
> She doesn't answer as she appears to be catching her breath.
> You turn her head to face you to try to get a response.
> "Anon.. " as faces you.. her Slit pupils stare up at you, her sharpened teeth visibly as she gasps for air.
> Her nose bleeds profusely causing some droplets to spray from her heavy breathing.

> Looking her over you see she has evidence of burns from both magics and sears from fire.
" Its.. it's going to be ok Luna.. " you have no idea what's happening but you try to relax and reassure her moving her mane out of her face and stroking her cheek with your free hand.
> "It'll be ok... When you're both dead.." a voice you never wanted to hear again rings from behind you.
> You hear it's hoofs hit the earth with metal clanks while you continue to look at Luna.
> She reaches a hoof up to your cheek looking defeated and exhausted.
> You hold it for a moment to your cheek as you watch her eyes begin to fade back to the teal ones you once couldn't resist.
> They looked so tired..
> Forcing your self to look away, you turn to the sight behind you.
> 'Flash... Sentry... ' The voice, deep, said hungrily
"Flash..." you stand turning to face him
> He stands tall with a wide grin, fully clad in his golden armor spear in hoof.
> He opens his wing span wide, displaying the use of the one wing you were sure you destroyed.
> A red aura surrounds it... doing what you're unsure.
> "Oh Anon... how I've been waiting for this." He says confidently.
> Your brow drops as your own face displays fury towards him.
> Your heart pounds against your chest.
> He did this to Luna.. To you.. to Big Mac..
"Flash when I'm done with you" You take a stressed breath "You'll be wishing all I broke was your wing." Your voice a growl.
> He begins to laugh.
> Your hands are in tight fists.
> You don't have a weapon to counter his spear but your are to blinded by fury to care.
> His laughing calms "Don't you understand Anon?  You have already lost.."

> You try to make sence of what he means, but before it registers,  he had began to sprint using his wings to gain speed.
> The distance between you both closed quickly.
> His spear lunged towards you catching your rib cage as you tried to side step his forceful attack.
> It broke skin but it wasn't life threatening as the sharp metal dragged across your soft flesh.
> Reaching foward you were able to grab his tail as he went past you.
> Using your momentum you lean to his side spinning him back around to the floor.
> His armor clanks as he lands.
> He attempts to roll away but your fury begins to take over causing you to pounce on him.
> Your hasty decision allows him to roll you over as he now sits upon your chest with a savage wide eyed smile.
> You try swinging up at him but he's out of your reach.
> And it happens.
> His cinder block like hoof comes down into your cheek bone.
> Your head slams back into the floor. > Dazed you look back up only to be met by another.
> And another.
> His blows land with such force you fight off darkness in your vision with every hit.
> Fucking hooves..
> 'This is what you'll allow him to do to us Anon?...' The voice sounded both angry and disappointed.
> Allow?
> You have your elbows up forearms protecting your head from another devastating blow.
> It works for parrying a few punches but you need to figure something out quick.
> 'Your wife... Your friend... Your dignity... Now Luna.. You allowed him to do this all...'
> You growl as you feel your eye begin to swell blocking some of your vision.

> 'Fight Anonymous...' The voice calm.
> More blows come down on your defensive forearms
> 'Fight... Anonymous' the tone increasingly frustrated.
> A damaging hoof slips your guard turning your head to the right, where you see Luna laid out on the floor.
> Her eyes are open... facing you.
> She doesn't move, the Sparkle in her eyes gone as she lays limp.
> Chest no longer rising for breaths.
> Your heart squeezes tightly.
> Another damaging hook turns your head violently the other direction.. where you see Big Mac with his fore leg extended towards you laying across the floor.
> His coat paled, and his eyes dim.
> Your heart squeezes tighter as it beats against your chest heavily.
> One more blow to your head sends you into a daze, your own hearing becomes a static hiss.
> You picture Twilight...
> The Twilight you remember and loved.
> The one you would have done anything for.
> The images of her begin to become corrupted.
> Images of her and.. Flash begin to sear your mind.
> Memories of you walking into the room where he took your wife flood your head.
> The sounds of her begging for more, the smell of sex and betrayal.
> The feeling of lies and secrets.
> Everything runs through you like it is fresh.
> Like it's just happening.
> You feel as if your heart stops beating all together.
> You notice him wind up for a punch straight down to your head.
> When it comes down your able to buck your hips up causing him to drop both his hooves on the floor near your head.
> Reaching up with your arms you tuck them tightly to your rib cage.
> With your leg you isolate his hind leg so he's unable to sprawl out for support.
> With another turning upward buck you hold his limbs close to you as you turn your hips over.
> He falls under you as you turn unable to stop your momentum.
> You drive your forehead down into his chest as he lands with a taken back grunt.

> When your head rises to meet his shocked expression,  a purple mist trails from the corners of your eyes which are now green where the whites once were and your red irises stare down on him.
> He seems to fear for his life, causing you to smile wide with your angry stare, bearing your own sharpened teeth.
> He forces composure as you drip blood from your own damaged eyes and nose.
> Your breathing in deep heavy grunts as he begins to force a smile.
> " Ha...Hahahahaaa.. There's the beast.. The one every pony is afraid of.. The one ill.. 'save' every pony from. Whether I win or lose Anonymous...."he leans his head up towards you " Thanks for making me right.."
> Your face doesn't give the satisfaction of a reaction as you maintain your stare and sharp tooth smile, blood dripping onto him.
You simply raise your rage filled fist up to bring down into his face.
> Turning your upper body into the punch the crack of your fist connecting with his face sends a sickening wave of satisfaction through you.
> He exhales with the hit.
> You raise your other fist to do the same.
> and you connect.
> over and over you connect.
> His grunts squirms and whimpers feeding the sickest of satisfactions you have ever felt.
> 'More, hurt him MORE,' The bloodthirsty voice encouraged
> You let out a dual toned sentence inches from his face.
"Twilight isn't here to save you now Flash. You.. are all.. ours..."
> He responds with a pained laughter.
"I am? Heh -cough- You think I was the one who took down Luna?" He coughs more followed by a strange victorious laughing.
> "I win Anon.. I always do" he leans his head back to the earth with a wide smile still laughing through obvious pain.
> You don't comprehend what he means which begins to further anger you.
> You sit up to land another rage filled punch.
> The distinctive sound of magic fills your ears along with something cutting through the wind.
> You begin to turn your head.
> Did you miss some pony?

> Before you can fully turn, a sharp pain pierces you chest taking the breath out of your lungs.
> Your ears ring as you try to inhale.
> You look out to the horizon for a moment to watch the landscape you used to love for its calming effects, burning and destroyed.
> Your gaze lowers a little more to Luna slumped over on her side unmoving.
> Then even lower to Flash's spear, pierced through your own chest.
> It's covered mostly with your blood.
> And a glowing purple aura.
> "I always win Anon.." Laughter echos in you head as you feel your heart struggling to beat.
> "Anonymous??" A familiar voice echos.
> "Anon?? Can you hear me" something is shaking you.
> You fall to your side, the spear still pierces you chest.
> The sight of purple legs armored in gold fills your fading vision.
> You gulp hard.. T..Twilight.
---
> "Anonymous!" You gasp heavily, your body begging for air.
> A midnight blue mare stares at you very concerned looking.
> Her eyes.. her beautiful teal eyes..
> " Anonymous are you~"  she is cut off by you putting both hands on her cheeks unintentionally mushing them together.
> You say out of breath.
"L...Luna. .are.. You're alright? " you examine the left and right sides of her head turning it, looking for any signs of injury.
> She let's you inspect her looking completely lost and confused.
> " We are quite.. umm. Alright. .. Anonymous." She speaks through mushed cheeks.
> You throw your arms around her squeezing her tightly.
> Your heart still raced, and she must feel it because she begins to comfort you.
> Her hoof rubs you back and she begins to "shhhh" you
> You push your face into her neck firmly starting to come down from your own hysteria.
> Why was it so real..

> You pull back and stare into her concerned gorgeous sparkling teal eyes.
> Bringing a hand up to her cheek your thumb gently crosses it, the vision of her lifeless on the floor pulls heavy on your chest.
> She instinctively leans her face into your hand still keeping her concerned eyes on you.
> "It's alright now Anonymous.. " she strokes your arm.
> "You were having a nightmare, it's ok now." her voice is soothing.
> 'We know better than that.. It was no nightmare Anonymous..' The voice seems to fade off as it finished it's sentence.
> You seem distanced, considering what it just told you.
> It was all to painfully real.
> And at the rate it was going, you and the last few things and ponies that mattered to you weren't faring very well.
> Noticing you getting lost in thought,  Luna closes the gap between the both of you, placing her lightly puckered lips gently to yours for a moment.
> This brings you back to reality... dream.. non nightmare?  You're not even sure anymore,  but you do know is Luna is here and is making it better. > You return her kiss leaning a little foward into her.
"we.. uh..sorry. It was so real.. " you say quietly
" Are we dreaming? " Your voice the same tone as you begin to look around noticing the familiar settings of your midnight open field un disrupted.
> " ..'You' are, Anonymous.. Yes.. " she still looks concerned.

> Taking a moment, you reflect on the events in your dream as you sigh,  settling your nerves.
" Glad that's over... Too real.." you say mostly to yourself trying to implant in your brain that it was in fact,  only a dream.
> You just about calm down, rubbing your own neck when your eyes meet Luna's, her look of concern never left.
---
> You are Luna.
> And Anon just scared you to death.
> Whatever his nightmare was you were unable to see into it.
> Judging by the way he was reacting it wasn't very good.
> He has almost fully calmed down from some sort of hysteria.
> His nightmare must have really shook him deeply.
> You don't understand why he was holding your face and inspecting you the way he was but you also don't want to prod at the moment or rekindle the terrible memory.
> It was with great difficulty you removed him from the state he was in.
> It's as if he was fighting you for control of his dream state which concerned you significantly.
> What exactly was he seeing?
> You can't help but wonder if it was even a dream since you couldn't peek into it like you have for so long.
> You have never encountered something like that before causing questions to flood your mind.
> Also the way he has been speaking..
> "What's wrong Luna" his body language suggests discomfort.
> He rubs his neck still looking to you for some sort of answer.
> The train of thought you were lost in must have made him nervous.
"N-nothing my dear Anonymous. We are glad you are feeling better now." You forced calmness into your voice and begin to walk towards a tree a short distance away.
> Anon follows you not saying a word appearing now to be lost in his own thoughts.
> You both sit under the tree, Anon leans his back to it while you sit next to him.

> He stretches his arms outward getting comfortable while looking up at the moon that you carefully hung in the sky for him.
> He always seems to enjoy your artwork of the night.
> The full moon casts a silverish light across the field and the ever so slight breeze gives extra life to your already flowing mane.
> Random sparce fluffy clouds grayed by the lack of sun decorated the sky along with the shimmering stars.
> The light of the moon highlights his features as he takes in the scenery.
> He seems to be deep in thought as he does so.
" You appear to want to say something Anonymous. Are you sure you're okay? " you ask wondering if the nightmare still affects him, yet also not wanting to prod to hard at the moment.
> He turns to you with a half reassuring smile.
> It seems forced as if he's not ready to talk.
> He reaches his arm up and begins to trail his finger tips from your neck down your folded wings.
> You let out a small involuntary sigh, his touch like nothing you have felt before.
> Your eyes close as a relaxed smile finds it's way on your expression.
> It sends an exciting chill through your body.
> "I just wanted to apologize is all.." he says quietly continuing to trace the turns and bends of your wing with his fingers.
> By the moon and stars,  that feels amazing..
> You attempt to keep your composure as you respond.
"Apologize for what, my dear Anonymous. " another sigh of approval escapes you as he continues.
> Your wings unconsciously open slightly providing him ease of access to his caressing.
> "Well, for asking you to leave. I guess I owe you my life, and my friends." His voice a little hesitat as his fingers trail to the base of your wing and trace up your back.

> Your mind is clouded from the ecstacy that is his hands tracing your body.
> It's been ages since any pony has touched you in this way, and never as gentle as his hands.
> Your cheeks must be glowing at this point as your face and most of your body warms at his caress.
> You notice him waiting for some sort of response as you catch yourself lost in his touch not quite hearing his last sentence.
> Oh no..
> You actually didn't hear it at all.
> Your brain begins to scramble back to 'reality' from the cloud of bliss you were floating on.
"We.. dont.. um.. we.. are sorry what was that?" You catch yourself stammering trying to hide your embarrassment lowering your head a bit.
> Oh.. no.. he's staring at you.
> Anon's hand withdrawals from your back as he looks at you.
> You give an involuntary pout at this.
> "Are you alright? " he raises an eyebrow.
> You respond with a quick,
"Mhmm!"
> 'mhmm? Pull it together!' You think to yourself.
> Anon cracks a smile at you deepening your humiliation.
> You really did just lose yourself in his touch.
> After a small chuckle he repeats "I just wanted to apologize for asking you to leave after you helped the both of us. I didn't want either of you to continue to fight."
"Oh." That sobers your mood a little as you clear your throat "We understand Anonymous. We are also sorry if we over reacted as well.." you hoof lightly at the floor still slightly embarrassed.
> "Eh.. you only defended yourself I can't be mad at that can I"
> 'Defended ourself?  We could have destroyed that brat where she stood.' You try to ignore the voice.
> You don't want it to spoil your moment.
"We suppose not.." you say while scooting closer to him, hoping he continues his caress.
> Much to your approval his hand finds its way back to your withers as he watches the moon in the sky peacefully.

> You lean into him a little with your sheepish smile returned on your face.
> He places his arm around you followed by his fingers lightly dragging across the length of your neck.
"Mmm~..." you lightly rest your head on his shoulder nuzzling a little in unrivaled bliss.
> Your eyes look up to him as his head leans back onto the tree taking in the scenery you made for him.
> Your problems and worries seem to simply dissolve while your head rests on his shoulder.
> There's no place in Equestria you could imagine you'd rather be than right here with him, with his hands caressing you.
> Your smile widens warmly thinking this.
" That feels amazing Anon.." you say through a sigh.
> He looks down to you with a warm smile and pulls you into him gently with his arm around you.
> Your head finds itself nuzzling into the top of his shoulder and neck, your body pulled snugly into his.
> " Thank you Luna." His voice comes out almost a whisper.
> You take a moment inhaling though your nose taking in his scent, almost intoxicated by it.
"For what my dear Anonymous." You respond with your eyes now closed, your voice almost a whisper as well speaking through the most content of smiles.
> He continues to gently stroke from your neck to your withers, his hands like magic on you, "For this.. for being there for me.. for saving us.. for everything.."
> You say nothing again for a moment as you cherish his embrace.

"We are sorry." You say opening your eyes half lidded staring out to the horizon, lifting your head from his shoulder.
> It was a reflex response.
> Something that has been bothering you in the depths of your mind and weighed heavily on your heart since your own Nightmare pointed it out.
> You were just so caught up in finally having him acknowledge you, that you never really got to say it.
> He seems confused, "For what exactly?"
> Your eyes drift from the horizon to him for a moment.
> Then back out to the horizon finding the courage to say what you want.
" That.. It took us this long... that it took us this situation for us to make our feelings known to you. We are sorry that it was under these conditions. Had we not been so scared..~" his finger shushes your sentence as it gently met your lips.
> Your speaking halts as your eyes mildly sadden.
> With the same hand that he shushed you with, he turns your face to meet his.
> "We're here now aren't we. Remember Luna.. It takes two to dance." he finishes the sentence with a small smile.
> With your eyes already locked, a mildly embarassed smile crosses your lips as well with the reference to your dance.
> His hands work their magic as they run up your cheek and drag lightly behind your ear back down your neck.
> Your own eyes close as it causes your body to warm immensely.

> You were falling in love with Anonymous.
> And you can't help it even if you wanted to.
> You did, and will continue doing what it takes to keep him safe.
> To keep him happy.
> You begin to lean towards him with closed eyes.
> He meets you half way with a soft, gentle kiss that you both hold for a few moments.
> You lean into it more, softly,  releasing a longing quiet moan.
> Separating the embrace with only a small space, your teal eyes open half lidded staring into his.
> You feel his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing it.
> It has to be one of your favorite feelings.
> Care.. Safety.. Acceptance.. with any luck, Love..
> You find yourself once again leaning into his caress, your guard completely down savoring the moment with him.

> You are Twilight Sparkle
> You and your friends sit in painful silence tightly fit in Big Mac's hospital room.
> Fluttershy's vase of roses decorated with scattered white baby's breath sit atop a small stand next to his bed.
> A colorful knit quilt with an apple theme lies across his mid section from Rarity.
> A small assortment of cupcakes and sugary treats remain untouched on a plate next to the flowers, from Pinkie.
> Several colorful balloons with ranbow designs and 'get better soon' sayings float, anchored to the headboard of his bed brought by Rainbow Dash.
> Apple Jack simply sits faithfully by her big brothers bed having stayed the entire time.
> Her eyes serve as a reminder of how tired she is with heavy dark eyelids.
> And then there's you.
> It was bad enough that you weren't able to bring anything since you came straight from what was Anon's hospital bed, but you were also the last one here.
> The feeling of coming empty hoofed bothers you slightly,  but at least your here.. right?
> Unintentionally your over analytical mind begins to kick into motion.
> You're here.. showing support for Big Mac.
> Who's life may be on the line from a terrible fire.
> Who got injured saving the life of your love..
> Who if is to be believed... was started by Flash Sentry some how, because of Anon..
> Who beat Flash within an inch of his life.. because of you..
> Your face pales a little as you put pieces of the puzzle together.
> Big Mac is in here.. Anon really did almost died because of you.
> As your brain begins to go into logistical overdrive your eyes look up and to your friends.
> It feels as if their eyes are purposely avoiding your direction despite the tight quarters.
> Suddenly the room full of support is incredibly uncomfortable.
> Are they thinking the same thing?
> Do they even know?
> You have been lying and twisting truths for a while now trying to save face.

> The room is becoming uncomfortably warm.
> You feel like you catch side glancing from most of them when you try to fan off your face with your hoof.
> The steady beeping of the heart rate monitor assaults your ears.
> Now each short tone is a reminder that this could all be your fault.
> It makes your own heart squeeze with guilt every time it beeps now.
> Looking over at Apple Jack, you wonder why she's not wearing her hat as she sits next to the bed.
> You spy it on the chair on the other side of the bed.
> Apple Jack finally is the first to stop her avoiding gaze noticing you're staring at her hat on the seat and your over all display of anxiety.
> "What's wrong Twi.." she asks plainly with a slight air of annoyance.
> You feel a lump form in your throat as if she caught you off guard.
> She spoke plainly but since it was the first words to break silence it made your head snap to her nervously.
"Oh umm. N-nothing. I was just wondering why your hat is on the other seat... it is kind of tight in here." You nervously smile and laugh.
> looking left and right you don't seem to get much of a reaction out of your friends.
> Fluttershy and Rarity even seem to look more away from you as their eyes closed lightly.
> It was as if they almost disapproved of your observation.
> You don't understand why.
> It's a valid point.
"Umm.. b-but it's no big deal.." you force a smile through your discomfort.
> Apple Jack continues to stare at you with her exhausted eyes, face overall void of emotion.
> "That seat is for Anon, Twilight. It'll be ready for him to park his flank in it whenever he decides ta come here.."
She delivered her reasoning with the force of a swift jab.

> You notice even Rainbow and Pinkie giving you a "really?" Look.
> Were you so self absorbed and detached that you couldn't figure that out?
> Big Mac was his best friend after all.
> Maybe it's part of the same thought process that allowed you to desecrate your marriage.
> A temporary inability to think of others,  only focusing on your self, your wants and needs.
> You find yourself standing there embarrassed, and the words begin to once again come out before you process them.
"Well why isn't he here now then?" Your tone suggesting frustration
> Why did you say that, you immediately begin to internally chastise yourself.
> Apple Jack sits up from a slouch and straightens her back.
> Taking a moment before responding she leans foward a little bit staring you down with exhausted eyes.
> Rarity puts a hoof to Apple Jacks shoulder, "Relax darling. You're tired." She says trying to calm her from a response she can see brewing.
> Fluttershy glances between the both of you hiding nervousness.
> " Do ya really want an answer to that... Twi.." her eyes red from lack of sleep now squint at you.
> You look down rubbing your hoof to your foreleg.
> Rarity continues to try to calm Apple Jack rubbing her shoulder,  "Ok  that's enough now darling.. "
> " No its not! Anon was here before you were Twilight. Walkin around hurt, even though he shouldn't have been. Ah wonder why. What right do ya have anymore to question what he does or where he is."  Apple Jack shrugs off Rarity's hoof.
> " Why don't ya go find Flash, Twilight. Heck, Anon ain't here right now. Ain't it a perfect time to go behind his back again? I'm surpri~" a light blue aura squeezes her muzzle shut.

> Rarity has silenced her rant as you piece some words together while she angrily mumbles into Apple Jacks ear. "-----quite enough!"     "---time or place to...-"     "---Anon.."
> You can only stare with an expression of shock and utter humiliation as you shrink down at the outburst.
> Your very body feels frozen.
> Your eyes shift to your friends.
> Fluttershy is looking down appearing to be completely unsurprised.
> Rainbow Dash looks away from you uncomfortably.
> Pinkie is the only one looking confused, "Go behind his back to what? You told me that you only had an argument Twilight." she gives you an innocent inquisitive look, her voice sounding genuinely confused.
> It breaks your heart to see she doesn't quite understand that you lied to her, and somewhat used her to an extent.
> Tears begin to brim in your eyes as you look to Pinkie.
> "And Flash? Your ex? What does he have to do with..." Her eyes open wide as she jumps with a great gasp.
> It appears she fit the pieces of your infidelity together.
> You begin to step backwards towards the exit.
"I...i..." your brain fails to come up with any defense or response.
> Pinkie watches with watery eyes as you try to slink away, "Twilight.. How could you do that to Anonymous?.."
> She sounds truly heart broken as her posture deflates.
"I'm sorry Pinkie... I. Ummm. I need to go." Your voice trembles, everything about you begins to falter
> With a great crack you teleported yourself away in a hurry.
> Tension still hangs in the room now fully aware of Twilight's secrets.
> The beeps of the heart rate monitor on Big Mac sound some what quicker.
> Apple Jack reaches her hoof to his shoulder noticing it.
> She speaks to her resting brother, "Sorry ya had to hear that Big Mac..."

> You are Rarara
> This whole situation has taken a violent shove into discomfort as you feel like the tension in the room can be cut with a knife.
> Nopony says a word while Apple Jack speaks to the resting gentle giant that is Big Mac.
> You glance from her to Pinkie who still has tears in her eyes and a quivering lip.
> Her shoulders are slouched as she seems utterly deflated by the discovery she made.
> She is being comforted by Fluttershy at the moment, "There there Pinkie... Don't be upset..."
> Fluttershy tries to calm her by bringing her in for a hug.
> Rainbow Dash walks beside her as well extending a hoof of comfort to her back.
> Yet Apple Jack remains almost removed from the scene as she adjusts Big Mac's pillow and blanket that you made for him.
> Pinkie sniffles as she begins to ask aloud to no pony in particular, "How could she do this to Anonymous?.." the end of her sentence accompanied by another sniffle.
> "How could she lie to me too? I thought I was helping her because they got into an argument." She wipes her eyes with a foreleg.
"Oh darling please don't be so upset.. We all are just as surprised as you." You try to make her feel less isolated in her discovery even though she was basically the last to find out.
> "Poor Nonny" she sniffles again "I should throw him a .. uh.. ummm.. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT KIND OF PARTY THAT WOULD BE!" She buries her face into Fluttershy's shoulder and sobs after releasing her Pinkie scream.

> Rainbow Dash continues to rub her back as she looks to you with a "what do we do?" face
> Fluttershy let's Pinkie sob into her, "Oh you poor poor thing... it's ok Pinkie.. Let it out, you'll feel better.."
> You bite your lip as you watch Rainbow and Fluttershy try to consul her.
> Looking up to Apple Jack you had to ask, "Apple Jack,  dear, did you really think this was the appropriate time or place to say such things? "
> "Eeyup.." she replies, her tone once again even and stoic.
> Pinkies sobs enter your ears.
> It truly breaks your heart to hear her like this.
> The sounds of her saddeness cut extra deep from the normally beyond energetic happy pony.
> Yet Apple Jack seems over all unfazed.
"You have nothing else to say Apple Jack?" You ask trying to get some sort of response.
> "Ah've got plenty ta say Rarity. But it ain't gonna change nothing right now. Besides it don't sound like none of ya'll wanna hear it anyway." She slouches back into her chair. "Besides, that's the truth. Ah was just being honest. Ya'll forgot that Anon is like family to me 'n Mac. No. Not like,  he is family. And what she did to him ain't ok.."
> You slightly cringe at her retort, you understand she's upset though.
"I understand darling, I really do. I'm sorry if that came out the wrong way. All I meant was maybe it could have been done in a better atmosphere than this hospital room. But what is done, is done I suppose."
> "Eeyup.." She crosses her front forelegs across her body as she closes her exhausted eyes.
> You quietly sigh as the beeps from the heart rate monitor once again fills the silence in the room.

> You are Twilight Sparkle
> You snap into the open space of your bedroom, collapsing to the cold floor.
> Unable to move your body for a moment from the debilitating humiliation and isolation you feel, you simply lay still staring at the bed wishing with every fiber of your existence that Anonymous was here.
> That you never made the decisions you did.
> That you could take it all back.
> You feel the weight of your own selfish choices crushing you still.
> It's costing you much more than a rocky relationship.
> It's costing you a husband you still love dearly, a relationship with your friends that held you together at times, and your very sanity.
> You wish you knew where Anonymous was, but as you do that Apple Jack's words ring in your head 'What right do you have anymore to question what he does or where he is'
> As much as you wanted to wave them off as a venting fit, you realized them to be true.
> You simply had no right.
> Yes you were still married on paper, but as far as the actual bond, the love, commitment...trust... all that was destroyed.
> And you have none to blame but yourself..
> Your eyes sting as you remain staring at the bed, unblinking, unmoving.
> Memories that were once exhilarating... exciting.. risqué.. now revolt you.

---
(Cue memory snippet)
"Ungh, Flash..." you whisper in your castle library.
> He is ontop of you breathing heavily silencing your whispers in a deep kiss.
> You throw your forelegs up around his neck fully wanting and accepting his embrace.
> His tongue forcefully explores your mouth, his overpowering body weight holding you down, almost completely pinned.
> You feel helpless by it and it excites you more than anything.
> When the kiss breaks you whisper up to him short of breath.
" We can't do this, Anon might be back soon."
> " Since when has that stopped you. You were mine first afterall." He says equally out of breath forcing his kiss back onto you.
> You moan quietly back into it.
---
(End memory snippet)
> You feel your stomach turn and swear you're about to be sick.
> You force your self up to get into your own bed.
> Still, out of habit you lay on 'your side' of the bed leaving Anon's open.
> You stare at the open space longing for his warmth beside you.
> For his fingers to trace your body the way you loved.
> For his thumb to caress your cheek, and his lips to push softly against yours, to let you know everything was going to be ok.
> Staring at his pillow, where his head would rest and you would have many of morning and night conversation,  you speak.
"Anon, my love.. My life is falling apart. Tell me it's going to be ok.."
> You pause staring at his pillow as if he was there to respond with something comforting.
> Or at least with one of his horrible humor retorts that you thought were incredibly cheesy.
> ...But always did make you laugh and feel better none the less.

> You smile almost painfully over watery eyes, imagining what he would say. "Falling apart? Let me get some glue and tape and I'll see what I can do.."
> He would wait until you puffed your cheeks at him acting upset, until he smiled wide and ran his fingers through you mane down to your withers.
> It always did the trick against your pseudo fits.
> Only now, there is no response... no 'cheesy humor' come back.
> No comforting hand through your mane.
> Only you, your memories,  and the silence in the room that makes your own ears ring.

> You are Apul Hat
> The world around you is almost a daze as your own concentration is on your family...
> Which right now means Anon and Big Mac are the very center of your Apple Family universe.
> You're surprised Anon stayed as long as he did and even tried to sleep here, very well aware of his hatred for these places.
> Never the less, your hat stays upon the seat next to the bed, reserved for when he should decide to return.
> You don't know why Rarity was pestering you the way she was, but it was staring to annoy you.
> Who's side was she on anyway.
> All you did was mention the obvious,  the truth.
> You were being honest..
> That's kind of your thing.
> Pinkie has started to compose herself as the sounds of her sobs lessened.
> You remain as stoic as possible with your forelegs crossed and eyes lightly closed slouched in your chair.
> You have to.
> Because that's what you do, that's how they know you.
> You are Apple Jack.. You're not emotional.. you cry on the inside.
> Unlike that selfish Twilight, this moment isn't about you or your feelings.
> It's about Big Mac and his healing.
> You find your brow furrowed slightly as your mind made the comparison.
> Pinkie sniffs now mostly composed, "AJ?.. are you okay?.."
> Your eyes remained closed, as her question and tone seem to stir you internally..emotionally..
> But.. no, you don't do that...
" Eeeyup" you evenly reply.
> Pinkie frowns slightly dissecting your body language.

> You try to keep at bay the sight of your baby sisters hind legs kicking away at the barn wall, desperately trying to save Anon.
> Her squeaky grunts of effort.
> Her tiny knocks against the towering wood barn.
> Her absolute frustration.
> Also your own feelings of powerlessness during your own efforts to break it down.
> You would have had it eventually, but probably not in time, you admit to yourself.
> The thought of Big Mac...
> His face of determination.
> His deep bass grunts as he wailed against the wall with every bit of strength he had.
> The way he charged in without regard for him self to save his friend, his brother as thick smoke poured out.
> And the way he laid motionless,  much like now after Luna teleported him out in time before the barn collapsed.
> You knew she tried her hardest, remembering how blood dripped from her nose uncontrollably.
> You watch Big Mac's chest rise and fall with large breaths only a big stallion like him could make.
> Only your brother could make...
> He was your hero, and you wouldn't leave his side until he walked out of this place with you by it.
> Your eyes close a little tighter as an unexpected sting enters them.
> Tiny beads of liquid form at the outsides of your closed eyes.
> Stoic... calm.. collected Apple Jack.. get it toget~
> Your thought process is interrupted by a warm hug.
> Then another, then two more.
> Your friends all have you in a comforting hug.
> You open your eyes slightly to see the top of Pinkies vibrant pink mane infront of you, Fluttershy and Rarity to the left and right of her and Rainbow to the side of you.

> You realize in the moment that you didn't have to be strong all alone for them.
> You could all be strong together.
> A shaky inhale escapes you as the warmth of their embrace breaks your defenses down.
> Pinkie hearing this holds you just slightly tighter saying nothing.
> Your exhale is just as shaky as the beads of salty liquid that build of the corner of your eyes begin to roll away from your eyes down your cheeks.
> You don't do this, the feeling is so unfamiliar.
> Regardless, the tears fall.
> Leaving a wet streak across your reddened cheeks.
> You were afraid.
> And you were finally able to acknowledge it with their silent warm support.
> The heart rate monitor beeps flow through your ears.
> Your brothers heart rhythm both comforting because it still sounds, and devastating because the sound reminds you that he's hooked up to machines and medicines, gravely injured.
"Big Mac..." you say aloud to every pony and no pony. "All our friends are here, Anon was here, it'll be okay now."
> Perhaps unconsciously you spoke to yourself instead.
> Your composure slips as your breathing becomes heavily shaky now.
> Tears begin to follow the path of the first ones, down your cheek.
> Further staining your fur.
> Yet you do not break down... only falter slightly.
> Because you are Apple Jack...
> You don't do that, you're not selfish like Twilight...
> You take in a deep breath repeating that to your self as your four friends still held you tight.
> This moment isn't about you.
> The last time you cried was when you lost your parents, and you'll be dammed if you lose Big Mac too.
> You are Anonymous
> Your eyes half open, staring straight ahead to a wall.
> The golden morning light fills the room causing pain to your eyes as you squint lazily raising a hand to block the unwelcome illumination.
> You let out an extended sigh placing your own palms into your eyes rubbing the morning out of them.
> A small smile creeps it's way across your lips recalling the night you had with Luna.
> It starts to dawn on you that you would like to see her outside of a dream, or tragic circumstance.
> You suppose it's about time to pay her a visit instead of her coming to you.
> You're sure she would like that.
> Plus you would be in the right place to get your divor... affairs in order...
> Your shoulders signal deflation at the thought.
> Cue distraction thinking.
> This couch sure beats the hay, out of the hay though.
> Your own cheesy thought amuses yourself.
> Five more minutes.. who knows where you'll even stay the night tonight anyway.
> Might as well enjoy it.
> Shifting slightly on the couch, you let out a relaxed comfortable sigh.
> As you continue your fusion to the couch, a thought enters your mind.
> You don't hear anything.
> Fluttershy was usually out and about pretty early.
> Did she even come home?
> You don't want to overstay your welcome.
> Letting out a whine like sigh you pivot your body up and rest your elbows on your thighs for a moment trying to force yourself up.
> Your stomach makes its needs known with an audible grumble.
> Salads don't really cut it for you as a dinner, no matter how good they were.

> Granny Smith really did spoil you after all.
> The meals she prepared for you after a long days work made the labor worth it each and every day.
> Memories of her voice fill your head, "Eat up sonny, ah can't have ya gettin skinny on us now." As she shoveled seconds onto your plate.
> There's nothing you would like more than to go back home to Sweet Apple Acres,  but you don't know if it's a good idea right now.
> If anything else happened to them..
> You don't even want to think about it.
"Breakfast it isss..." you say to your self as you push against your thighs and stand stretching your arms up over your head.
> After a few cracks from your back,  you begin to head out.
> You would thank Fluttershy later, maybe help out with some of the animals and what not like you used to.
> Following the path out you spy Harry the bear with his front paws up on a tree swatting towards a honeybee hive.
"Harry watch the house while I'm gone!" You call out to him.
> He looks back over his shoulder and let's out an affirmative grunt.
> You wave as you begin your trek but notice the hive falls onto his head as he turned back around.
> At first he gave a "ouch what the hell face" before a swarm of bees exited the hive.
> He takes off away from the cloud of bees holding his honey prize like a football.
> You shake your head and laugh a little bit at the display.
> It reminds you of the time Big Mac accidentally kicked the hive from the tree as well.
> He does hate hornets..
> The memory sobers your mood as you look to the floor and begin to head into town.
> Some breakfast should help your sore body and mood..

> You are Twilight Sparkle
> And you have once again barely slept a wink.
> The words of your hurt friends,  their faces of discovered betrayal, your lies, and the thought of your inappropriate decisions keep your mind to busy to rest.
> Your sleep deprived eyes burn with every blink as you stare blankly at your night stand to a framed picture of you and your love Anonymous on your honeymoon.
> He's holding you up wearing his bathing suit and open button white shirt with your forelegs around his neck.
> There are loving warm smiles on both your faces with your foreheads lightly touching, looking into each others eyes.
> The bed seems noticeably colder laying alone while reminiscing the times that made your heart soar.
> You want so badly to make it right.
> You want to fix things in the worst way.
> And to be fair, you think to yourself if the tables were flipped you would have an incredibly hard time coming back as well.
> The word divorce, in Anon's voice, rings in your head as well causing your heart to simply ache.
> Where was Anonymous.
> Was he with Luna again?...
> The thought sends a spike of agony through your heart as well.
> Have you really driven him to somepony else?.
> You weakly push yourself out of bed.
> Your hooves clack as they land on the cold stone floor, echoing lightly in the emptiness of your room.
> Followed by a grumbling that your stomach releases.
> It was difficult to eat much from the torment yourself and others put you through, but you needed food.
> Why not continue being the sadist that you already are.
> With a lazy light of your horn and a slight hover lifting your hooves from the floor, a sharp crack takes you to the restaurant Anonymous took you to on your first... "interview/date"

> You land somewhat close to the restaurant, and a little higher than normal as your drop a small distance.
"Unf.."
> You land on your belly tiredly with a defeated expression.
> Your exhaustion must be playing into your ability to focus correctly.
> " Oh Princess Twilight! " You hear a few random ponies say out loud as several come to help you up.
> You almost cringe as a male Earth pony puts his hoof on you to help you up.
> You don't know him, "Princess allow me to~"
> You shrug him off and lean away quickly, your stomach tensing at his touch.
> It takes just a moment to realize that he only meant to help.
> Seeing his taken back expression, you decide to try come up with something to say.
"I.. " you look left and right noticing the small crowd gathering seeming confused at your rudeness. "I'm sorry, I'm quite alright. Thank you anyway ...sir.. "
> He gives you a small nod as he backs off.
> You rise to your hooves and dust yourself off.
> The small crowd one by one begins to disperse mumbling amongst themselves.
> 'Get it together Twilight' you think to yourself as you begin your walk to the restaurant.
------
> You are Anon
> And you are seated next to the window at a table for two in the Little Piece of Cloudsdale restaurant.
> The same restaurant you took Twilight to,  and the same one you almost died infront of.
> But it was the closest thing to you, and you were hungry.
> Plus the food was actually very good.
> It looks different on the inside though from the last time you were here.
> A little over themed for your liking.
> The wall you sit near is decorated up to give the appearance of being in the sky and clouds.
> Cheesy...

> Your head was buried in the menu.
> It looks like it changed as well, they used to have fish dishes at least.
> Meats were so hard to come by around here.
> At least it looks like they still have eggs.
> You supposed you should be grateful for that.
> "Good Morning! My name is Amethyst Star. Are we waiting for one more?"
> You peek over the top of your menu and spy a pink coated unicorn mare with a violet and magenta streaked mane and tail.
> You glance to the empty seat infront of you then back to her.
> 'Welp you're now that guy eating in a busy restaurant alone.' You think to yourself.
"No, it's just me" you accidentally sound depressed about it.
> "ohh.. Alright then, what can I get for you?" She paints on a wide smile which reads 'I better not get screwed out of my tip'.
"Just an orange juice, scrambled eggs and a short stack of pancakes please." You return the smile.
> She jots it down with her aura scribbling it onto a pad, "eggs pancakes and oj, got it."
> She turns to check on the rest of her tables as you look around the busy restaurant vibrant with color and conversation.
> 'Why are there unicorns working in a Cloudsdale themed restaurant' you wonder.
> Was that bad to think?
> You shrug it off.
> Families and couples fill most of the tables laughing and conversing.
> And then there's you sitting amongst it all, alone.
> You catch a few glances, unsure if it's being the weird guy eating alone, or the weird guy... period.
> Beast was it?..
> You wonder if they think that of you as well here.
> You find yourself fiddling with your silverware to keep distracted.
> They all used to love you..
> If not at least be accepting of you.
> How did this happen?
> You were a damn model for Rarity's lines, you used to have to avoid crowds of fans.
> Now here you are eating alone, getting strange glances.

> You are Twilight Sparkle
> And you are trying to hold yourself together physically, mentally and emotionally as you approach Little Piece of Cloudsdale.
> You didn't really hate or love the food, but you did love coming with Anon.
> It was more of a sentimental attachment than actual enjoyment of the place.
> Passing the closed off outside eating area, you recall the first time you sat there with Anonymous.
[Cue memory]
> You just leaned across the table and kissed Anon on the cheek.
> He just outsmarted you into admitting that you liked him, which made you fall for him even more.
> Someone who could outsmart even you.
> Sure your nerves were already sky high about being on this interview. ..date.. whatever it is.
> He played it to his advantage though, very crafty.
> " You got a hooficure didn't you", he says with a smile while holding your shiny pampered hooves.
> You blush a little,  he noticed!
"Maybe I did Anon" you say trying to sound calm, with a smile.
> "And here you are saying you didn't do anything special. You really do look great" his smile is genuine as he leans foward with his elbows on the table.
" Oh Anon," you wave your hoof at him blushing even more.
> Flash never complimented you as genuinely as Anon has.
> Well at least it never made you feel as pretty the way Anon did.
> The way he just looks at you now makes your heart skip a beat and butterflies flap in your stomach.
> His thumb runs over your polished hoof and grazes your lower foreleg.
> The feeling of his soft hands sends a shiver down your spine.

> You watch his hands move, examining them, studying them.
> Wondering how they work, what benefits and draw backs they have.
> ...What .. else they could do to you.. for yo~
> " You alright?" He looks concerned
> Oh Celestia,  you were staring.
> "And um, ya Goin somewhere? " he let's go of your hoofs, staring at your half perked open wings.
> Oh my... you let out a nervous laugh as you tuck your wings back to your sides tightly and shift uncomfortably.
> You notice a female pegasus glancing at you, then to him.
> Her glance goes back to you with a sly wink of understanding.
> You can feel the heat come from your flushed humiliated face.
> He doesn't understand though.
"Oh y-ya I was just stretching all! " You shoot your wings open to try to sell the lie.
> Only you end up striking a tray from a servers hoof sending the contents of it flying to the floor.
> Your eyes shoot open and mouth drops.
> You.. could.. die right now.
> The server looks to the floor frustrated then to you to say something.
> " Are you!?... " He notices you're Princess Twilight Sparkle
> "A..are you alright Princess?? Is .. what I mean..to say.. I'm terribly sorry" he looks scared noticing your guard Shield Oath not far off watching very intently.
"N-no no. It's my fault I apologize. . Really. " you seem flustered.
> Anon simply stares in disbelief.
> He puts his hands over his face.
> Oh sweet Celestia you're embarrassing him.
> You internally panic as the mess gets cleaned up and they leave.
"I'm sorry Anon... I understand if.." you sound dejected ready to offer to leave.

> But mid sentence he removes his hands from his face, which is now red from.... laughter? ?
" W-what?" A look of shock is plastered on your face.
> Through his chuckles he gets out, "You are too much Twilight." He continues to laugh. "You're so adorable when you get flustered"
"Excuse me??" You almost sound indignant as your cheeks puff in embarrassed frustration.
> "You're excused. " He smiles wide at his own cheesy joke, and reaches across the table booping your nose.
> You go cross eyed for a moment, your facial features scrunch a little, as he does it, he then briefly runs his fingers through through the top of your mane.
"You... yyoouu... Big jerk!"
> Looking at his expression of confidence and happiness causes your angry come back to sound empty, and before you knew it you were laughing together at the table.
> Neither of you cared in that moment who was around or what was going on as you shared one of your first memories together.
[End memory]

> A small pained smile found its self onto your lips as you stared at the closed off section.
> You would take that moment of giddy humiliation any day as long as it was with Anon.
> Shaking your head slightly you bring yourself back to your sobering reality.
> Weakness, exhaustion,  hunger.. Anon..
> Anon?!.
> Your tired eyes widen as you peer through a window to see his unmistakable form sitting at a small table alone fiddling with his cutlery.
> He pushed the points of his for down to make the handle of it raise repeatedly.
> It was something he used to do that  annoyed you.
> But now all you could do is smile watching him poke away at his fork... like a child..
> Well maybe it does annoy you still, but you are happy to see him none the less.
> You walk towards the entrance figuring out how you want to play this.
> It's crowded now, so he can't really make much of a scene without having attention drawn to him.
> Maybe you'll finally get to talk.
> You have no idea what to say but you know you need to try.
> Poking your head through the entrance you try to see if he can spot you from there.
> His back is mostly to you.
> Good.
> "Hi welcome to A Little Piece of Cloudsdale. We have a 25 minute wait as of" The light lavender coated blond toned mane female pegasus looks up from her papers and sees it's you.
> "o-oh! My apologies Princess! " She seems nervous.
> You hated using your title like this but it was extenuating circumstances.
> " Well have something for you right away!"
"Actually.."
> You catch her attention before she jets off.
"I'm here to accompany Prince Anonymous" you point with your hoof in his direction.
> "Very well I'll walk you over~" you cut her off.
"I was hoping to surprise him actually."
> The pegasus raised an eyebrow,  " And um. How... would you like to do that?"

> You are Anon
> Your finger is now pushing down the flat of the fork on the table making it make a 'boing' sound.
"Heh.."
> You are a child sometimes.
> Right about now Twilight would have scolded you to stop playing with the silverware they're not toys blah blah... whatever.
> Your stomach lets out another growl, only noticed by you since the noise is to loud around you.
> You sigh and begin to bury your head in a menu to distract you mind.
> With...more food.
> God you're starving..
> Well keep your mind busy at least.
> The glances were beginning to annoy you anyway.
> Hay burgers..bleh..
> Hoof steps approach your table as your head stays buried in the menu.
> The sound of your plate being dropped on the table, with a magic release clanks in your ears.
> Nothing is said as you speak through your menu.
"Umm. Thanks."
> Dafuq you drop my plate for...
> You raise your menu to look at your food hoping it's as good as it smells.
> Oh yes, juice, eggs pancakes...what the hell happened to the pancakes !?
> You drop the menu as you stare into a bite mark that took a chunk of your short stack.
> The melting butter and syrup still flow to the crater in your delecious nourishment.
> You don't know who did this, but you will find them and you will kill them.
> The evidence suggests that this is a fresh wound to your beloved pancakes as the toppings still flow towards it.
> You raise your head looking straight ahead for a server.
> When you turn to look behind you, you come face to face with an unexpected painfully familiar face.
> A face with.. full cheeks.. messy with syrup butter and powdered sugar...
> "ei unon!" Twilight says with a mouth full of your savory meal and excited eyes.
> You stare dumbfounded as she chews away with a content smile and full cheeks.
"W...why.." you could only continue to stare as she walked over to the empty seat infront of you.

> The only thing your body reactively did was pull your plate closer to you.
> You would not let this travesty committed against your breakfast happen once more.
> You resist the urge to yell as you look left and right noticing the crowd doesn't say a word.
> They don't know...
> They're used to seeing the both of you together.
> She... she had to of planned this.
> She gets to talk without you making a scene now.
> You stare back at her.
> She seems to be wearing a giddy victorious smile, "Hello my love"
> The words send a sting into your chest.
"What... are you doing.." your words come out even but still confused sounding.
> " Having breakfast with you silly." She smiles.
> Amethyst Star comes over with a plate of fresh mixed fruits and her own stack of pancakes. "Here you go Princess!  Do let me know if there's anything else I can get for the both of you. Oh and how are your pancakes sir?"
"I..i..dont know." You continue to stare at Twilight.
> "Oh...okay then!" She trots off with a forced smile.
> Twilight raises a strawberry up to her mouth in her aura, eating it hungrily "mmm, It's fresh! You want some Anon?  She levatates one to your mouth"
"N-no... no I dont."
> She does look exhausted and still pretty disheveled.
> Darker bags can be seen forming under her eyes.
> Her normally straight bangs, uneven and pokey.
> Why does she think she can just come in here and act like nothing has happened though.
> It's baffling you.
> You watch as she eats away at the bowl of fruit.
> You decide to slowly and almost suspiciously cut into your own pancakes before they get too cold.
> Cutting from the bite out on an angle you try YOUR first bite.
> Ecstacy... They were still warm and fluffy, the butter the syrup the powdered sugar.
> All of it, on point.

> The bite didn't bother you,  you used to share food all the time anyway.
> It did catch you off guard though.
> 'How could it not bother you Anon... We know where her mouth... has been..' The unwanted voice rings in your mind, the bass of it echos like the inside of an empty auditorium.
> You stop mid chew and almost begin to choke.
> Twilight looks up at you concerned,  " Anon are you alright? "
> You force a hard swallow that has a rough time going down.
> Grabbing your juice you take a drink to help.
> You cough a little into your hand but do not respond.
> Spinning the plate so the bite faces away from you now, you have some eggs instead.
-----
> You are Twilight Sparkle
> You always used to do the little bite into his food when you made him a sandwich or whatever else.
> You would tell him it's to make sure it's not poisoned, with your full mouth, when it was just you being hungry.
> He would roll his eyes every time with a sigh and eat it from where you left off.
> Usually run his hand through your mane and say something like 'do you like seafood?'
> Which you always said no to, but he would always open his mouth with his chewed food still inside with a 'ahhhh, get it? See food?'
> It was one of the many little things that you used to do.
> You smiled up at him while remembering.
> "What?..." he seems annoyed...
" N-nothing just remembering things.." you sound almost apologetic putting a few pieces of pancakes in your own mouth.

> You ask while chewing.
"Do they still have seafood here?"
> He shakes his head actually responding, "no doesn't look like it. Shame. I liked it. "
"S-so, you like seafood then? "
>  You ask still chewing.
> " Yea you know that..." still seeming annoyed.
> Screw it you're going for it, it's not like he can get more upset with you anyway.
" Ahhhhh, See ffooooood" your open your mouth displaying your chewed foods still in your mouth.
> He stares with a straight face, his fork and knife frozen in position inside his pancakes.
> You notice some other customers gawking at your childish display and mumbling amongst themselves.
> Quickly you close your mouth as your cheeks redden.
> Humiliation grips you as you politely wipe your face with a napkin.

> You are Anon
> You just finished drinking your juice after choking on your delecious warm golden breakfast delight.
> Clearing your throat with a grunt, you take a few more sips of your oj.
> That comment actually bothered you.
> Alot.
> As ..cleanly vulgar.. the sentence was, it was right.
> Mixed emotions stir within you as you look down to Twilight who seems to be starting up at you lost in thought with wishful, tired eyes.
> She thinks she can come in here and act like it's any normal day...
> Why..
> Even if you wanted it to be, even if you admittedly thought her full cheeks caked in syrup and powered sugar was adorable, how could you escape thoughts like that again.
> Something as trivial as sharing the same bite of food revolted you with tainted memories..
> As semi comforting as her efforts were, something always reminds you of her hidden secrets.
> Your humiliation and Inadequacy.
> She's staring at you..
> She's smiling at you..
> Why is she smiling at you?
> The frustration of it begins to burn with a thorough outward annoyance.
"What?..."
> You question sharply.
> " N-nothing just remembering things"
> The apologetic tone in her voice is almost defeating.
> You sigh internally glancing left and right.
> This crowd is going to keep your outbursts in check, but at the same time you almost feel bad for snapping at her.
> She begins to eat her own food... i..is that a stick in her hair?..
> You want to ask but at the same time you dont and opt instead to enjoy the comfort that only one thing in Equestria can provide you right now.
> Your warm syrup-e pancakes.
> So much yes..

> With her bite mark now facing away you begin to cut yourself another piece.
> " Do they still have seafood here? "
> What the hell kind of question is that?.
> And why is she talking with her mouth full..
> You pause before deciding to entertain a response.
"No it doesn't look like it. Shame. I liked it"
> It was more of a polite, feel bad, banter reply with your voice even and low.
> "S-so you like seafood then? " Her voice both shy and excited as he appears to be holding back a smile.
> What in the seven hells is wrong with this mare right now.
> With the seafood questions really...
" Yea you know that.."
> Of course she knew that..
> Unless she was really that~...
> "Aaahhhh, see fooood" she holds her mouth wide open, full of chewed pancakes at you.
> You freeze mid cut into your own pancakes... staring with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape.
> You catch her glancing left and right with her mouth still held open as her cheeks begin to light up red.
> As abruptly as she did it she closes her mouth clearly embarrassed dipping a napkin in water and cleaning off her cheeks hastily.
> She looks flustered staring down into her plate.
> Almost as flustered as when she smacked the full tray out of a servers hoof here on your first date.
> It's so adorable that it makes your heart ache for something it already missed, but can never have back.
> Feeling a tickle form in your stomach at her display, you look down covering your face.
> Don't let her have this.
> Do not.
> You feel your shoulder begin to go up and down as you do your best to stifle your growing laugh.

> You are Twilight Sparkle
> Your eyes lower in defeat as the humiliation of your normalcy attempt begins to wash over you.
> All the eyes in the room feel like they're on you.
> Their Princess... doing a 'see food' joke.
> How juvenile..
> Why did you think that would work, he looks so embarrassed he's covering his face.
"I'll just.."
> You go to hop out of your seat to leave.
> But as you scoot your chair back you feel it abruptly stop on something.
> Followed by a "Woah!"
> And... a loud crash.
> You simply close your eyes and grit your teeth visibly while inhaling through your nose.
> You did not... do this again...
> "What the.. are you!?" Amethyst Star,  your server has just dropped her tray of some ponies breakfast on the floor from hitting your chair.
> But, like the last time, realizes it was you.
> "Are you. .. are you okay???" She follows with a very forced smile as she approaches your side.
> If everypony wasn't staring before they sure are now.
> You feel how red your face is now as small tears of embarrassment begin to well in your eyes.
> You can't do anything right...
"I... I'm sorry... it's all my fault." You look at Anon while speaking to her.
"I.. didn't think before I did that, and now I've caused a huge mess..." you still face Anon.. watching the ambiguity of your apology evade him.
> "It's quite alright Princess,  I'll have this cleaned in no time." The end of her sentence is forced through her teeth from a pained smile.
> He must really be embarrassed..
> He's still hiding behind his... wait

> You notice his shoulders are moving, and his cheeks are red from the parts not covered by his hands.
> He let's out a small inhaling snort from behind his hands.
"Anon?" Your eyes curiously on him now.
> "What is wrong with you Twilight? " his voice a little higher than normal, asking still behind his hands.
> ..is he?
> You reach across the table and try to move his hands away from his face.
> He offers minimal resistance.
> His face is... you gasp at him.
" Anon!"
> He's laughing at you!
> The nerve!
> How dare he!
> You're absolutely embarrassed.
> Humiliated even!
" It's not funny!"
> Your cheeks puff as you cross your forelegs in tantrum style.
> He's leaning back in his chair letting out a deep laugh at you.
> How absolutely rude.
> Your levatate a strawberry and send it as your little fruit projectile to his chest staining his shirt a little from the juicy impact.
> It makes him look back down to you with tears in his eyes and a wide smile on his face.
> His lovely face, that you missed so bad.
> His laugh, his smile...
> n..no! You're mad at him this is embarrassing!
> He lifts your projectile strawberry from the table still chuckling to him self and takes a bite.
"It's not funny Anon!" You re puff your cheeks and tighten your crossed forelegs in disapproval.
> " Your right Twilight.. it's not funny." He calms a little.
" That's right its~" you get cut off.
> "It's hilarious!" He begins laughing again.
"hmmph.."

> "Oh stop" He reaches across the table extending a finger,  which he uses to boop your nose.
> You can't help but to go cross eyed following it, and your natural reaction of nose scrunching occurs.
> He let's out another chuckle at that.
> And you can't help it anymore either as you feel your tantrum face crack and a smile overtake it.
> At first you look down not wanting to concede defeat.
> But your eyes look back up to his.
> His cheeks still raised in a smile, his eyes sparkling still moist from tears of laughter.
> If this is what just a moment of 'normalcy' with your love cost, you would pay it any time.
> You smile wide looking up at him, not caring how many others stare at your clumsy antics.
> You say nothing just smiling savoring the moment...
> It's almost... natural.

> You are Anon
> Your laughter is bitter sweet.
> Painful almost.
> The tears you shed that would have normally been from humor and enjoyment, are from another source.
> They spilled from the feeling of loss.
> Of heart ache.
> An agony, knowing full well, that no matter how normal this moment felt, or how much you actually enjoyed it, that things could never be the same again.
> Your cheeks still remain raised in what actually was a genuine laugh.
> She is so awkward sometimes and it plays on your heart strings like a cello.
> You suppose the least you could do is sit for a few moments and eat.
> Maybe let her say what she has to while your feelings of revolt and anger are down.
> As much as you hate her for doing what she did, a piece of you will always love her.
> It's why you kept you procrastinating.
> What kept you from running to Canterlot when you were actually able to.
> Also, what made the hurt so much more deep.
> You loved her.
> And this is how she repaid it.
> Her smile distracts your train of thought.
> ...Maybe you can pretend.. just for a little bit.
> Her blush remains as she smiles, her eyes still watching you with a sence of desperation.
> Neither of you speak for a moment, in a silent understanding of the very temporary moment you both share and savor.
> You sip your juice maintaining eye contact.
"...You look like.. well... crap" you break the silence
> Her smile turns to an embarassed one again as she looks down to the table.
> "Gee. Thanks? .." she fiddles with the utensils on the table.
> ... It is a stick in her hair.
> ..How..

> You stare at it.
> "w.what.." she begins to comb at her knotted disheveled mane with her hooves.
> Feeling it she begins to pull at it first with her hooves,  then with her magic, almost panicking, further embarrassed.
> " umm..." she looks to you with almost desperate eyes again and a posture of defeat.
> " little help?" She let's out a nervous laugh.
> You raise an eyebrow.
"I.. uh.. ok I guess" you scan the busy restaurant.
> She scoots her chair next to you with a pout.
> With a small sigh you begin to part some of her mane gently away with your fingers.
> She let's out a small sigh as your fingers graze her head and neck as you attempt to de tangle the woodland remains from her mane.
> Almost got it.
> You glance down and notice Twilight was absolutely loving that you were doing this for her.
> Her goofy smile.. closed eyes..
> Well these last few hairs are completely knotted..
"So how did you get this stuck again?"
>"Hmm.. what? Oh you know what I don't even kn~"
> You yank the twig pulling several strands of hair with it.
> "YYEEEOUCH!" She spins to you in shocked anger
> She meets your smiling face while you hold the liberated twig with several stands of purple and pink hanging from it.
> While rubbing her head with one hoof, she jabs your ribs with another.
> "Jerk"
"You wanted it out didn't you, it's out."
> She replies with her angry front, squinting at you while gripping the twig in her aura flicking it into your chest again.

"That's not how we say thank you" You reply sarcastically focusing back on your plate.
> She let's out a short huff, "Thanks.. it was nice until you gave me a bald spot."
"Then next time get Rarity to do it." there was some unintentional sharpness in your retort.
> She seems to shrink back a bit at that while she scoots back to her plate.
> You didn't think you responded that harshly as you wait to see if she's going to explain the reason of her reaction
> "I.. I don't think that she or any of them are going to want to talk to me for a little while..." her body language and tone suggest saddeness and defeat.
> You can safely assume why, but decide to say nothing as you take a bite of your pancakes.
> Damnit... they're cold..
> Somehow the idea of your pancakes getting cold upsets you more than her friends being angry with her.
> She was being evasive with the truth with all of them.
> More or less lied to them.
> She brought it upon her self.
> What did your breakfast ever do?... > What have your glorious pancakes ever done to deserve cold loneliness.
> You pick at it regardless.
> "I went to go see Big Mac yesterday" she pauses appearing to have an internal struggle deciding whether to tell you or not.
"...And..." you say trying to keep your cool after pausing for a second.
> She's treading some dangerous waters right now,  you think to yourself.
> "And.. Well... They all seem to know I made a... terrible... awful mistake. " she can't seem to face you.
> You can't bring yourself to say anything,  mostly because you don't have a shred of sympathy for her in this matter.
> None the less, you still attempt to keep your composure as it becomes substantially more difficult to do so.

> "Apple Jack yelled at me... Pinkie cried.. "
> Apple Jack yelled at her.
> Protective family is protective.
> "It was humiliating.." she trails off saying that.
> You rest your elbows on the table holding your fist in your hand wondering what type of sympathy she expected from you.
> Or even where she was going with this for that matter.
> Humiliation?  She doesn't know the meaning...
> She looks up at you as if she wants you to partake in the conversation.
> After a moment of seeing that chances are you're not going to, she continues as you keep a stare upon her.
> "I haven't slept in days Anon. I keep myself awake at night wishing I could take back my mistakes. My.. lies to my friends and to you... How I took such a beautiful... wonderful thing we had for granted. I am sorry. More than you could possibly know. I really am."
> Well, Pancakes.. my dear faithful friend, it looks like you will not be enjoyed today...
> She again looks to you for any sign of response,  but your gaze remains unchanged.
> Your hands let lose from eachother and you gently slide your plate away from you.
> Crossing your arms you lean back slightly and watch her again.
> "I.. I know I am wrong Anon. And I know it's selfish of me to ask this. But, just tell me what I can do to make it better. Please.. I want you back Anon. I want US back."
> The background noises become louder, a mumbled mix of noise in your ears as the anger begins to build inside of you at her words.
"Why." You ask low still trying to control yourself, beginning to fail.
> The question seems to catch her off gaurd, "Why.. what?"
"Why did you do it... Why should I believe you.. Why should I give you another chance...Why..."
> She looks down appearing to not have an answer, or to embarrassed to say.

" Right..."
> You put your hands on the table getting ready to stand and leave.
> "I was lonely Anon.." she barely whispers.
> You freeze with your hands on the table.
"..What..." you say almost taken back.
> She still can't seem to face you as she takes another minute to maintain her own composure.
> Her plan of cornering you in public seeming to backfire.
> With a shaky inhale she continues, "I was lonely..Anon... I always had something with traveling and Royal affairs, and you were always either modeling for Rarity,  helping the Apples, running Fluttershy's adoption clinic or helping Pinkie with deliveries and parties. And if none of that,  working out with Rainbow. I'm not saying I was right in doing what I did.. or saying it's an excuse... But that is why... "
> You stare at her, your mouth open in awe at her 'reasoning'
"You're joking..."
> She shakes her head after a moment, and you spy a tear drop from her muzzle as she faces down.
> You look left and right before you lean in resting your forearms on the table.
"How... dare you.. try to put fault on me, because I helped your friends like I ALWAYS.." you catch yourself getting loud "... like I always have. They're my friends as well don't forget... How many times have you invited me to join you on your 'Royal Duties' Twilight... I can count on one hand. Now I know why.. Because your Royal Duties apparently include being a fuck toy to Flash, your little ex coltfriend.. You threw a marriage away.. for a fling with an ex..."
> "N..no! It wasn't like that Anon! Please!" She sounds hushed and desperate
> Not like that?
" THEN WHAT WAS IT LIKE THEN?!" You accidentally let out a throaty yell as your fists pound into the table rattling the glass and silverware on it.
> The restaurant falls silent, you don't even notice as your fists squeeze tight staring at her through furious eyes waiting for her to say something.
> She looks humiliated and terrified as she glances left and right then back to you.

> "Anon.. M-maybe we should talk outside?.." Her eyes shift uncomfortably to the staring crowd, as your own eyes stay on her.
"No Twilight, this is what you wanted wasn't it? To talk, so let's talk. Tell me HOW it wasn't like that. Go on!" You ignore the stares at this point.
> "I uhh.." she shifts in her seat looking from the crowd back to you.
> Amethyst Star hesitantly approaches the table, "Y..your bill is going to be on the house today.. I hope everything was to your liking. I-if you would please~" her uncomfortable smile and speach waver when you glance to her.
> You're getting kicked out?..
> You look back to your food that you barely touched, the bite she took from your pancakes still facing away from you.
> Then back to Twilight after you feel your stomach turn.
> Doing your best to salvage your deteriorated composure,  you reach into your pocket calmly and leave a hand full of bits on the table that covers the bill and a nice tip as well.
> Amethyst Star's eyes lock on the generous tip, "T-thank you sir."
> You don't need their charity..
> It was just a "polite" way to kick you out anyway.
> Standing, you don't head for the exit.
> Rather the back door, where the outside eating area would be if it were open.
> As you walk away you hear the normal conversation and flow begin to pick back up.
> Along with some key words that inevitably enter your reddened ringing ears.
> Beast... Animal.. that was a new one...
>"Anon?.." You hear a meek voice trailing behind you.
> Your hand grips the cold metal handle to the door that leads you outside.
> Pushing your way through the door you stand in a patio area.
> This place used to mean something to you.
> Your hands find their way into your pockets as you take a deep inhale of the cold day air.
> The slight overcast of gray clouds drop flurries that begin to lightly dust the cold stone floor.

> The sound of the door you came through opening and closing can be heard behind you, yet you pay it no mind.
> Nothing is said as you look up letting the cold air lower your heightened body temperature, following the flurries that drop down from the clouds with your eyes.
> Letting out a deep exhale, a small white cloud leaves your mouth, fading to nothing.
> You hear the familiar sound of magic ring as metal shuffled behind you.
> Glancing back over your shoulder, you notice Twilight has set up some stored tables and chairs.
> She flaps her wings a little awkwardly to sit upon the heightened bar table type seat and awaits you patiently.
> "I'm still willing to talk if you are Anon.." Her body reads hesitancy and her tone nervousness.
> You turn back away unmoving.
> Racking your own mind, undisturbed by any... voice.. any influence, or crowds, you take advantage of the clarity you have for the time allowed.
> It is difficult to even face her.
> The small moment you had inside deteriorated so fast.
> Is there anything she can actually say.. anything she can actually do to make you forget everything.
> It's not as simple as an 'ok I forgive you'
> You loved her, you always will just as you promised on your wedding day.
> The day you promised your undying devotion and love to eachother..
> But she has violated those very vows, secretly behind everyone's back.
> She violated your trust, your every bit of self worth.
> Of course she's sorry.
> Because now there's consequences...

> Your heavy feet turn your body around to face the very embodiment of your pain and sorrows.
> Taking a couple of steps towards the table you decide to sit and at least listen before making any final decisions.
> You can only procrastinate for so long, run for so long before life catches up with you.
> The metal legs of the chair drag across the concrete as you pull it out and sit.
> The silence becomes thick as small puffs of white exit your nose and mouth.
> With another shaky inhale Twilight speaks up looking at the table, "Flash was my.. is my ex... When we sat out here " she gestures to the patio area " for the first time.. he wasn't.."
> An ache radiates in your chest.
" Meaning.."
> "Meaning Anon... I was still, I guess you could say.. dating him on our own first date.." she sounds like she's in pain forcing these words out.
> Your fists get tighter and she notices.
> "B-but we weren't really talking though! It just kinda faded off! He didn't like that I was so invested in you, that I spent so much time with you. I guess he noticed how much you grew on me and.. was getting jealous.. He was never able to make me feel as important as you have, or as pretty and smart and.. loved.. " her sentence fades as she begins to sniffle, the weight of her decisions becoming more clear.
"... And.. then you.. just what.. " you threw your hands up in defeat of logic "fucked him?"
> Her gaze stays upon the table top, "He got him self assigned to my guard detail... " her voice quiet and somber "He was there on my longer trips and close by when you were so busy... H-he.. made me feel guilty.. ending things the way I did and getting married to you.. like I owed him.. like I stole his chance at 'Royalty' away. It was nothing at first... I figured I would let him down easy and entertain his complaints. But he was there.. when I was so lonely.. When I was busy or you were.. he was there.. thats.. all it was.."

> You feel your stomach turn at her explanation.. her reasoning.
> She's being honest, at least you think, you'll give her that.
> "I don't love him Anon.. I love you.  And I made a terrible terrible mistake.." her red eyes look up to you, watery, clearly holding back her full fledged tears.
> Yet, you feel nothing but anger.
> Not a shred of sympathy, not an ounce of empathy.
"So.. you want me to forgive you.. For... 'being lonely' with your ex coltfriend.. Twilight.. I'm giving " your voice turns to almost a growl "aalloott, of effort.. trying to let you speak and understand what you're saying here... "
> She deflates, "I'm not going to make excuses Anon. It was that,  and I know it's wrong."
> A fire burns in your chest at her reasoning.
> She just sat here and told you that she was lonely and let her ex make advances on her until it led to what it was, in less words.
> 'Yet she let it happen regardless.. Howww, oh how, can we possibly forgive her..'
> Not now...
> You rub your temples trying to calm yourself.
> Seeing you're having some apparent difficulty she speaks, "I love you Anonymous.. If there's anything you will believe.. Please believe that.."
> Your ears begin to ring as words that should disarm you, further anger you.
> If that were true, none of this would be happening.
> If that were true she wouldn't have risked a marriage for temporary excitement.
"Don't say that..." your voice is low looking at the table yourself now.
> Pain is visible in her eyes as you speak.
> "It's true Anon, I love you.  And no matter how angry you get or how much you try to avoid it, it will always be true." Desperation grips her voice.

> Her words fall like hot embers on your ears.
> 'Had they been true, none of this would have occured Anonymous...' The voice seeps back into your own mind.
> T-That's right..
> 'She has an image to uphold Anonymous... How could her ponies trust her if she can't even be trusted by you..' The tone calm and convincing.
> That's... also true..
> 'We don't want to be her pawn.. Now do we..'
"N-no.."
> " Anon?.. "
> You have been staring pretty wide eyed at the table for a moment lightly mouthing words.
> "w-whats.. going on? Are you alright? " She sounds worried.
"...." you look up at her "We're.. just fine"
> Her worried expression deepens.
> "w..we? "
> You close your eyes and take a deep breath.
> Leaning towards her on the table you say quietly.
" Twilight... I'll always love you like I promised I would... even though you couldn't live up to your half of the vow..."
> Her eyes widen a bit, hopeful at your words as they begin to fill with tears.
> "Anon i~"
"But.. I don't see how I could ever trust you again." You say plainly
> She blinks taken back by the sudden change in direction.
> She moves back as if you just struck her.
> A tear rolls from her cheek as her mouth remains open mid sentence, in pained shock.
"You betrayed everything I am. Everything I ever promised to be for you... Because you were 'lonely'... "
> "Anon, n-no.." her voice cracks.
"Yes.. " your voice is stern.
"You chose to... entertain Flash.. instead of being faithful to me... Your husband.." your voice unusually calm.
"You seem to forget that when you were gone... on your "business".. I was still here lonely as well.. and not once ever did the idea of being unfaithful to you ever cross my mind. Why? Because I loved you..." you reach across the table straightening out some of her disheveled mane.
> She sits still in disbelief.
> Your hand runs from her mane across her cheek wiping away a tear before retracting back to you.
"I think It's time for a divorce.."

> You are Twilight Sparkle
> Your entire life seems to be crumbling before you because of your.. lack of self control.
> Anon's touch was heaven sent, his fingers gave you chills as they caressed your mane and cheek.
> You took in the feeling of his contact like air you were deprived of for too long.
> But the cold slap of reality from his last sentence, that was something you were not prepared for.
> You dismissed his outbursts at the hospital as being on medication or unknown side effects of magic pain relief spells.
> Divorce?
> He can't possibly be serious.
"Anon, you can't mean that.." your denial is abundantly apparent.
> "How could I not..." he stares at you.
> Unable to maintain eye contact you look away briefly considering alternatives and reasons.
"Be....because you said it yourself. You still love me." You attempt to sound logical, but end up sounding more desperate than anything.
> Anon almost cringes at that.
> "I did say that." He concedes
"So how could you wan~"
> "Every time I look at you now Twilight, it is painful to me. It's like looking at a memory that I can never get back. Something so close infront of me that will never return, just out of my grasp. What I see now is a liar. A sorry liar who's apologies I believe are real only because of the consequences delivered. Other wise it would have never happened. And sure as hell wouldn't have continued happening.."
> He looks to be fighting for his own composure holding back saddeness, anger.. pain..
> Perhaps all of those emotions.
> His reasoning sends an icy chill into your heart.
> ...You are the source of everything wrong with him.
> The reason he can't look at you and not feel pain.

> As much as you don't want to admit it out loud, you think to yourself that he is right..
> Had he not found out, had he not discovered your secret, you probably would have continued.
> Maybe not forever but at least a little longer.
> The shame you used to feel before... engaging... in the acts were quickly overpowered by the excitement,  the attention, the mind numbing taboo and ecstacy of it all combined.
> You were lonely.. in the beginning.
> Towards the end, you were selfish.
> ...Regardless you don't want to give up on Anon.
>  You look up to meet his eyes again, to beg to plead, but notice he is facing down again, almost seeming to mouth words.
"We did... i.. no.  ."
> You just watch for a moment.
> What is getting into him?
> You don't want to prod the already crumbling situation, but he is acting incredibly strange.
"A-Anon... " you whisper.
> He stops what he's doing and looks to your hooves on the table saying nothing.
"Are you sure you're okay. I-i know that you're... upset with me now but is there anything I can help you with? You seem bothered by something else..." you actually are being sincere.
> He seems to be trying to concentrate "...I'm fine.."
"Anon you don't seem... fine.. You were talking to yourself hun... "
> His eyes shoot up to yours while his head remains angled down. "Don't.. call me that.." he grunts.
> You didn't even mean to, it was just part of your language when you were concerned about him.
> His snappy come back caused you to flinch slightly.
> "... I'm leaving.. At some point I'll be heading to Canterlot to get this divorce going. Then you can see your little Flash and not have to sneak around. Just like you always wanted in the first place." His voice was a little deeper than usual, perhaps trying to keep his emotions in check.
> Stoic.. very unlike your goofy, terrible joke delivering husband.

> His words cut like a sharp knife into your heart.
> You don't want this.
> You don't want Flash.
"Anon please, I don't want to be with Flash. I don't want to be with any pony else but you. We don't have to do this!" Your body tight with desperation and panic.
> "I'm leaving..." he begins to stand with his hands on the table top.
> You reach your forelegs across the table placing your hooves onto his hands.
> Your misty eyes stare to him.
"I love you Anonymous.. Please don't do this." You say through sniffles
> He looks from your hooves to you, visibly conflicted.
> He reaches over, with his finger placed onto your chest and trails it up the length of your neck lightly until it reaches under your jaw.
> He lifts your face up from under your chin gently, his touch melting you.
> You notice him closing the distance as your heart throbs.
> Your face heats and legs become weak.
> He comes even closer as your eyes begin to close and head lifts slightly towards him with lips gently pursed.
> Sure enough he closes the distance completly placing a soft gentle kiss onto your awaiting lips.
> He runs his finger tips from your chin up your cheek to behind your ear and down the side your neck.
> You sigh into the gentle embrace wishing it would never end.
> When he begins to pull back, you lean forward more stealing another second or two from him.
> You know what this is..
> It's not an I forgive you...
> It's not a let's work this out, or even an I'll think about it.
> It's a goodbye...
> A goodbye that makes your very existence ache with regret.

> A few tears roll from your already closed eyes as you do your best to take in and prolong this moment.
> Savor his hand on your withers..
> His lips on your own..
> His scent..
> His warmth and very company..
> You do not even notice the cold air or the accumulating flurries around you.
> Much to your dismay, he finally pulls away, his own eyes remain closed as he takes a small breath after separating.
> "I didn't do this Twi.. You did.."
> He opens his eyes to meet your overflowing ones.
> "...You took me away from you.. no one else...Good bye.."
> He begins to turn and walk away.
"No.."
> His head lowers as he continues.
"Anon!" You hop down from your chair awkwardly flapping your wings after him.
> You never did get very good using them.
" Anon answer me!" You demand full of frustration.
> There has to be more to this.
> He's acting so strange.
> Since.. Luna.
> Luna! This has to be her fault!
" Luna is behind this isn't she?!" You blurt out feeling as if you put the pieces of the puzzle together.
> He stops abruptly causing you to crash into his back and fall back onto your flank.
"Oomf."
> He glares down at you.
> "You have no clue what your talking about Twilight. Don't begin to blame others for your mistakes like you already tried on Fluttershy.."
> Like you what?..
> S.she told him...
> You were just upset at the time you didn't mean to blame her..
" I'm not blind Anon! I can see how she looked at you! She can't have you, you're MY husband! "
> He leans down to you for a moment
> "Not for much longer Twilight.."
> Your heart tenses at this.
" Not if I can help it Anon!" You try being assertive.
> He leans down closer to you.
> His eyes.. his pupils.
> They're.. so narrow.. slit like?
> " You can't.. Twi... We're leaving.." he responds in a strange voice and a smirk.

> You are Anon
> The only sounds that register into your ringing ears are the crunches that emit from the newly frozen earth under your feet.
> A fresh dusting of flurries lightly paint the area as you walk aimlessly away from your treacherous wife Twilight, her figure shrinking in the distance as you travel.
> There is a sharp pain in your head and eyes, accompanied by an ache in your heart.
> It begins to register in your mind that some of the words that left your mouth weren't necessarily... your own.
> They were things you definitely thought, and over all agreed with, but were not spoken out of your mouth of your own will.
> Not of your own thought process and decision making.
> You need to figure out what's happening to you.
> You're almost convinced you're starting to lose it.
> A voice?..
> Not fully controlling your own speech?
> Black outs during stress?..
> How could you bring this up to anyone without sounding absolutely insane.
> After exhaling into your own hands while covering your face, you drop your arms to your side with a slap.
> You don't even know where you were walking to..
> You want to get to Canterlot at some point, but as much as you don't want to go back to that hospital,  you do want to check in on Big Mac and Apple Jack.
> With a sigh your feet begin to head towards that direction.
> The towering structure, not terribly far off in the distance.

> During your walk you were able to clear your mind for the most part.
> It was something that you could be concerned with and focus on later.
> In true procrastination fashion.
> Walking through the entrance you are met with the familiar and unwelcome sight and smells of hospital.
> Busy staff write away at desks as white coated ponies can be seen going from room to room.
> Coughs and sneezes can also be heard sporadically from different areas.
> It appeared to be alot busier than the last time you were here.
> Probably a bunch of ponies with colds or whatever it is they get here...
> As long as Big Mac was well taken care of, it was of no importance to you at the moment.
> You continue down the familiar route towards his room getting an occasional glance from the staff as they pass whispers among eachother.
> You don't even care anymore, as you keep your head straight and walk with purpose.
> Here it is.
> After waiting a few seconds outside the door collecting yourself,  you enter the room.
> Apple Jack is planted right where you left her being the faithful little sister she is.
> And Big Mac.. much to your own dismay is as well.
> Asleep.
> Apple Jack turns her head to you with tired eyes, but a soft genuine smile crosses her lips as she recognizes you.
> "Howdy Anon" she says in almost a whisper.
> You nod with your own forced smile, eyes still on Big Mac.
"Hey AJ.."
> There is a short silence in the room accompanied by the quiet hiss of flowing oxygen from the hose rigged to Big Mac's nose.
> "..Ah saved ya a seat." She motions to the chair with her hat on it.

> You still stand a few steps in from the doorway looking to it.
> Your hands fiddle almost uncomfortably not knowing what to do with them.
> Fucking Hospitals..
> " Ya gonna have a seat?.." she asks as she scans your apparent discomfort.
"Y-ya. " you make your way to his bedside, lifting her hat from the chair and placing it on your own lap.
> Your fingers uncomfortably play with the brim of it.
> Sitting with a quiet sigh you look your friend over.
> Besides for some fresh bandaging and simple grooming he looks the same.
> It chips away at your resolve to see him like this.
> Looking around the room to distract yourself, you take note of the different gifts.
> Colorful balloons, a quilt, flowers, cupcakes...
> Cupcakes.. You may have to partake in some of the those since you were robbed of your dependable breakfast bestie, Pancakes.
> You will be missed Pancakes...
> " Ah'm surprised you came back so soon Anon.. Ah know how ya feel about these places." She attempts to strike up some dialog.
"Wha?.. oh ya. How could I not." You look over to her.
> She gives you a warm smile that you try to return.
> "What's wrong sugar cube, ya seem off." She asks confidently, clearly being able to dissect your mannerisms.
> As good if not better than.. well.
> Her bluntness makes you hesitate to answer.
"I, nothing just.. I don't like these place is~"
> "That's not it. Ah may be a bad liar, but you're not much better mister." She interjects with her brutal honesty.
> Your look of shock quickly fades to a fate accepting smirk as you flick her hat over the bed at her.

> She catches her hat slightly awkwardly in her hooves.
> You swear you hear her sigh in relief as she places and angles the hat on her own head.
> It brings a small smile to your face as she gets comfortable in her chair once more.
" Ya you're right.."
> "Spill it, sugar.."
> You begin to rub your head as you determine how far you want to go into details and how much is appropriate for now.
> She raises an eyebrow at you waiting for a response.
" It's Twilight. "
> "Figured as much.." She says unsurprised with a small eye roll.
"She keeps trying to... Act like nothing is wrong and normal around me.. She tried bringing me food here at the hospital. She almost lost her mind when she saw Luna was still here.  She popped into the restaurant I was at and tried to just sit down and eat with me. She desecrated my pancakes!"
> "She what now?.." You seem to have lost her on the last part.
"N..never mind that.. She told me you yelled at her too. Like she wants sympathy from me. Scary part is she almost got it from me, until she started to tell me about Flash, and what happened here..."
> " Probably because that's what ah.. 'spoke' to her about. Every pony knows she's wrong but Nopony wants to say nothin. What kind of friends would any of us be to either of you if we didnt. And as far as ah'm concerned, she lied to you she cheated on you. I care as much as if were to happen to Mac.. it ain't okay.." She seems frustrated as she speaks, but her passion dies down at the mention of Big Mac.
> Both of you remain quiet for a moment the steady hiss of oxygen filling the silence.
"I appreciate the concern. But your energy should be focused here" you pat the hospital bed.
"I can handle this." You say both trying to convince her and yourself.
> "I suppose.. " some defeat in her tone. "What are ya gonna do?"
> Your hands rub your thighs a little uncomfortably before answering.
"Probably.. go to Canterlot and get a divorce AJ.." you force your tone to remain even.

> As much as she must have been expecting the answer, she still seems a little shocked.
> " Ah see.."
"Ya.. anyway.. enough about all that. What did they say about Mac?"
> She draws in a long inhale visibly annoyed by the thought and trying to change conversation gears, "The same as before. Rest. Time patience."
> A wave of defeat hits you hoping for better news.
> At least he is stable though.
> Your glance turns to Apple Jack.
> She looks so tired.
"How are you holding up AJ?" You asked concerned.
> She looks almost confused at the question, if not surprised.
> "Well Anon, you're the first one to ask me that. Ah don't know how to even answer that. Ah been keeping my mind busy on him. It ain't no time to worry about me." She tries to brush off the question.
"Someone's gotta" you offer her a small smile which she reciprocates.
> "Ah suppose.. Ah'm just tired is all."
"Why don't you sleep and do what you gotta and let me stay here for a little."
> " You know ah'm not goin anywhere Anon."
"Well at least try to sleep a little more."
> You lean foward and snatch a cupcake from the small table.
" Mind if I uh.. have.. one? " you ask as you already bring it towards your mouth.
> " By all means." She extends a foreleg in a 'go ahead' manner.
> You stuff the bite sized cupcake into your mouth like a starving beggar.
> Good god that's delecious.
> Chocolate, frosting, sprinkles..
> You decide to take one more since the plate overflows with them anyway, but when you turn to face Apple Jack with icing and crumbs on your face, you notice she is beginning to nod off.
> You quiet your movements and settle back into the chair.
> She was so exhausted the poor thing.
> You can stay awake until she's up again.
> She deserves at least that much.

> Apple Jack snores lightly while you take a moment trying to relax your anxiety from being in this hospital.
> Your hands continously fidget without your knowledge.
> Reaching out to the cupcakes, you decide to steal a third.
> Settling back into the comfort of your chair you savor the tasty treat quietly.
> How did she do this for so long?
> It would drive you insane.
> You watch Big Mac for a moment.
> His restful face.
> Relaxed, as if he was just normally sleeping.
> The large breaths he takes causes his chest to rise and fall.
> The new clean white bandaging..
> He was going to be okay.
> Simply because he had to be.
> If there was any good left in what you thought was supposed to be a utopian world,  he would make it through this fine.
> You all would be back on the farm working the busy season, having big dinners set by Granny Smith.
> Selling out of barrels upon barrels of cider.
> Swimming lake side with the family, enjoying a day off with a glass of Apple Jackdaniels..
> Looking up to Apple Jack, you think of how much this must be affecting her.
> She hasn't left since he has been here.
> You know she's worried and obviously stressed, but she keeps so much of it inside which worries you as well.
> It was probably the reason she went off on Twilight.
> As much as you appreciate her support and defensiveness, you also don't want to be part of the reason a long standing friendship gets wedged apart.
> You watch the poor exhausted pony sleep for a moment.
> It will all be okay..

> The sounds of hooves on the unsightly hospital floor begin to echo louder an louder.
> Followed by a familiar voice.
> "Where's my Big Mac at dearie?" You hear in a shaky elderly voice from the hallway.
> You glance back to Apple Jack,  who is out cold at this point letting out short random snores.
> Silently you stand and make your way to the door.
> Peeking your head out you notice Granny Smith and Apple Bloom speaking with a nurse at the desk.
> Quietly making your way from the room to them you make your presence known
"Hello ladies." You say barely above a whisper.
> Granny Smith and Apple Bloom turn at the same time, both their voices are loud and excited, "Anon!"
> You give a small wave as you approach with mild smile.
> Apple Bloom closes the distance quickly and clings to your leg with a short hop. "You're alright!"
"Yeah, I'm fine." You pat her on her tiny head messing up the angle of her oversized light red bow that sat just behind her ears.
> "Get down offa him Apple Bloom, he's not fine he SHOULD be restin!" She emphasizes the 'should' while she tries her best to give you an authoritative stare.
> You continue to reassure Apple Bloom while looking to Granny Smith with a warm smile knowing full well that those would be her exact words.  > Her stare begins to falter as her emotions begin to show.
> She's worried sick, and it chips away at your heart.
> You hold out your free hand to her signaling to come over.
> She does, still trying to maintain her proud appearance.
> When she gets close enough you take a knee to get to her height.
> She begins to crack with a trembling voice, "Oh my boy..." she puts her face into your chest and a foreleg around your back as Apple Bloom does the same on the other side.
"It's alright.." you re assure them while hugging them both.

> Granny Smith pulls back collecting her self.
> You're sure you heard a few sniffles from her while she hugged you.
"I'm fine.. really" you try to re assure her still.
> "You should be layin down not walkin around boy.." The fire that's usually behind a sentence like that is replaced by a concerned tone.
"I promise I'll relax when I get a chance to. I.. Just can't right now. But I feel perfectly fine"
> Apple Bloom joins in, "Anon, ah knocked ya out with ah snowball, and ya just got out of a bad fire. Maybe she's right." Her southernish accent mixed with her innocence melts your heart.
"Well.. that just means you can throw harder than an entire burning barn falling onto me, now doesn't it." You adjust the bow on her head with exaggerated care.
"Maybe you'll get a snowball cutie mark?"
> She rolls her eyes at you with a sigh and a 'really?' expression.
> "How's Big Mac?" Apple Bloom jumps straight to the point.
> You feel like something is caught in your throat as you attempt to keep your gentle smile.
" Well, he's resting. Probably because he knows you're going to come here and tell him to anyway. And he's alot smarter than me so he decided to do it before you make him."
> "He's sleepin then?" She asks curiously.
> You notice Granny Smith watching your answers very closely.
> Probably because she hasn't told her much to keep her from worrying.
"Mhmm. That's why if we go in we need to be quiet so he can rest. Alright? He'll be fine though don't worry your self. " you downplay the severity of the situation.
> "oh.. okay then" she keeps her brave face on.
> You glance to Granny Smith who gives you a small nod.
"Ok. Let's go then."
> You stand with a small grunt of effort and begin to head back to the room as they follow you.

> The thee of you quietly enter the room.
> Apple Blooms face drops slightly at the sight of Big Mac.
> You offer your seat to Granny Smith as she removes the saddle bags she was carrying.
> You help her take the contents out and place them on the table.
> Apple pie which by some defiance of physics, time and space, was still in perfect shape and still warm.
> Apple Fritters as well, your favorite.
> You scratch your head for a second realizing what's on the table is bigger than the size of the bag they came out of.
> 'magic'... you shrug.
> Apple Bloom digs into her own small Apple branded saddle bag removing a small dark gray button eyed raggity doll.
> Mr Smarty Pants..
> Rearing up on her hind legs, she places the doll next to her older brother, proped up on the pillow next to him.
> While you pretend to organize the the table you watch, the sight painfully warming your heart.
> You used to poke fun at him for the child's doll, but the whole innocence of the situation now changes everything.
> After she silently finished she scurried to the other side of the bed and crawled into the chair her sister was sleeping in.
> It woke Apple Jack a little, but she quickly noticed who it was and allowed her to sit, cuddled against her.
> Apple Blooms head rested on her sister facing Big Mac.
> For a moment nothing is said as you all face him as well.
> Granny Smith reaches a hoof out adjusting his blanket tucking him in slightly with a long inhale, "We're all here now Mac. Wake up soon and say hello wontcha?"
> Your eyes fix on Granny Smith who seems to be doing her best to hold herself together.
> You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder while offering a gentle smile and she does her best to return it.
> This was now a room of family to you.
> You will make this all right..
> Those responsible will pay..
> But right now?
> It's about being here with them.

---
> "Next train to Canterlot will be departing in five minutes. Please make sure to have your tickets ready!" A pony bellows out over the noise of the small crowd
> You stand on a semi crowded train platform awaiting the Canterlot bound train.
> You left the hospital a short while ago after spending a few hours with your family.
> It was emotionally draining but comforting at the same time to be surrounded by ones you loved.
> Apple Jack knew where you were going,  but you had decided to with hold that information from Granny Smith and Apple Bloom for the time being.
> Holding your first class ticket, and a small bag of Apple treats Granny Smith packed for you, you scan the crowd.
> There seems to be a diverse group here.
> Obvious business types.. Average locals.. even some snobby upper class who appear to have their 'help' tending to their luggage.
> No pony you immediately recognize..
> The stares and whispers that you inadvertently catch are beginning to not even phase you anymore.
> Yet you still don't understand why you get them.
> "I told you.. That's him.."   -   "That's the 'beast?' He doesn't seem so ..bad"
> Doesn't seem so bad?
> You suppose that's the least insulting insult you have heard so far...
> "Attention,  the train is approaching,  Please stand back from the edge of the platform!" The voice carries over the noise again.
> With heavy chugs and puffs, the train can be seen pulling in.
> The metal wheels on metal rails let out a squeal through out the area as the train slowed and halts with a loud exhaust release.
> " All aboard the Northbound train to Canterlot! "
> Several of the train crew neatly dressed in uniform step from the train and begin to check for tickets.
> You follow the line, ticket in hand.
> " Ticket please, very good, thank you" they repeat mechanically.
> When you approach, you hand the ticket with a pseudo smile.

> "Thank you sir, Looks likes you'll be riding in a private cabin. Please make your way to the front of the train. Staff will be with you to check in on you shortly." The little pony looks up to you with a painfully plastered smile.
"Thanks" you return your own generic smile.
> Making your way to the front proves to be somewhat of a pain as you cautiously step foward, trying not to step on any limbs luggage or tails.
> With a few bumps and 'excuse me's' you finally make it to your private cabin.
> Sliding the thin door open you make your way in to the empty tiny lounge.
> You sit back on the padded seat and let out a stress releasing sigh.
> Hopefully they had booze for this ride.
> It would be a few hours and your nerves were sky high.
> You turn your head to stare out of the glass window, looking over the section of Ponyville.
> A place you thought used to be your own little 'Kingdom' though you never acted like it.
> A place where you thought you had a town full of friends and acceptance.
> A place that will always be tainted to you now.
> The only real home you had left was at Sweet Apple Acres.
> With any luck every pony would be back there soon.

> With a lurch of your cabin accompanied by a prolonged mid toned whistle, the train began to move.
> Your journey was beginning.
> Swaying with the initial movement your eyes remain out the window fixed on the scenery of Ponyville.
> With in moments the scenery began to shrink, the town becoming further yet more completly visible as a whole in your window.
> You have to let it go you think to yourself.
> Leaning your head back against the pillowed head rest, you draw a nerve calming inhale that you hold for a moment before letting out a long sighing exhale.
> Where's the booze in this thing?..
> You flip open near by compartments and drawers.
> Blankets.. pillows.. nothing.
> A knock on your thin sliding door startles you.
> "Food and drink service! " the voice sounds from the other side of the door.
> ...Yes and yes!
> Standing you walk over to the door, somewhat excited.
> You're still hungry and in dire need of a drink.
> With a gentle slide of the door, you come face to face with an orange coated brown maned pegasus.
> The sight of him is painfully... familiar, yet different, invoking memories you would rather not have.
> Yet it is not the one you recall.
> "Good day Sir! I will be your server for the remainder of your travels. Is there anything I can interest you in? Food, drink, reading material? " he politely asks.
"Ya, you got any booze on that cart of yours?" You ask bluntly.
> "Uhh.. W-we have a small variety of wines?.." The pegasus seems taken back by the crassness of your request.
> You sigh dejectedly.

> Wine wasn't your thing unless you had a nice dinner, preferably a steak to accompany it.
> Steak.. How you miss it.
" I'll take the red.. please." You add in the please realizing you were being unintentionally rude from your anxiety.
> " We have a Cantorlet Sauvignon... A Pinot Neighor.  A ~"
> You raise your hand before he can get down the list of ponified wine types.
> It doesn't matter to you anyway.
" I'll just take the first one.."
> He appears to be biting the inside of his cheek holding his comments.
> None the less he retrieved your bottle of Cantorlet Sauvignon, pristine white napkin wrapped holding it out to you for presentation.
> 'Berry Estates' labeled the bottle in an old English style script and simple sketch of what appeared to be a vineyard.
> Hmm.
> You didn't know that alcoholic pony had an 'estate' never the less a vineyard.
> You should have got to known her a little better!
"That's fine.." you say wondering why he wouldn't just give you the damn bottle already.
> "s-sir.. would you care to inspect the bottle and sample the~"
> Etiquette was never your strong point.
> Your goofy personality and jokes usually kept you out of trouble, but lately you just weren't in the mood.
"It's fine.. Thank you.." you say trying to inject a sence of personality with a small polite smile.
> "o-okay. Very good sir"
> Success!
> He turns possession of the bottle to your hands.
> With a quick scan of his inventory, you spy some sandwiches as well.
" I'll take one of those as well." You gesture to what appears to be a mostly vegetable sandwich.
> "Of course Prince Anonymous." He removes it from the cart.

> Your heart squeezes tighter at the title.
"Anon is fine, friend.." your polite smile remained.
> The little orange pegasus almost flinched at that, "Sir I would feel most uncomfortable referring to you in such a manner."
"It's alright, to be honest I don't like the title anyway. I'm still just regular old Anon."
> You offer a friendly pat to his shoulder.
> Why did you ride first class?
> You forget how stuffy and arrogant they can be up here.
> The poor pegasus probably thought this was a set up or test.
> "As you wish sir." He offers a slight smile at your disarming words and gesture.
> Sir.. you suppose you'll have to settle for that.
"What's the damage friend? "
> He seemed confused at your choice of words, but after a second understood you refer to payment.
> " Prin... er.. Sir... You are on the first class section of this train. There is no charge."
> Oh..
> Wait free booze?
> Maybe this will be a good trip afterall!
" Outstanding. " You offer a happier smile.
> " Indeed. Will that be all for now Sir?."
> Reaching into your pocket you drop a hand full of bits onto the tray, far exceeding what would be a customary tip.
"For now yes. I'll be working on this" you tap the bottle with a finger nail as you take a step back into your cabin.
> The pegasus was staring at the tip you left him as if you just preformed a miracle.
> "Thank you sir! I'll be sure to check on you shortly!" He gives you a shiny eyed smile.
> The rich must be prude with the tips here.
> It doesn't really surprise you.
> With a nod you retreat into your cabin with your food and drink.
> Falling back heavily into your seat, you land with an audible sigh.
> Looking over the sandwich you catch yourself grimacing.
> Vegetables and bread.
> Uhg.
> You wanted to save the treats you got from Granny Smith for later, so... Veggie sandwich it is.

> You eat your sandwich while the train sways lightly.
> The rhythmic pounding of the steel wheels coming across imperfections on the rail smoothness sounds continously throughout the car.
> Taking in the scenery as you speed along while choking down your dry sandwich proves to be distracting, yet making time pass.
> But jeez is this thing dry.
> Good thing you have your friend Mr. Wine here.
> Taking it into your hand you look the bottle over once more.
> Cabernet Sauvignon... Cantorlet Sauvignon...
> You learn a new ponyism everyday.
> Now to open this bad boy!.
> ... with...
> You don't possess the means to.
> Perhaps you shouldn't have rushed the poor pegasus, it has come full circle to you.
> Gripping the bottle in your hand you stand, frustrated with yourself slapping your thigh with your free hand.
> You guess you'll have to find him.
> Peeking your head out of the frail door you look left and right.
> No sign of the server.
> Adventure time, you won't be going on this train ride sober if you could help it.
> Well his cart was facing to the right when he was at your door, so let's start that way.
> It is just just a train after all, he couldn't have gotten far.
> Your walking sways with the train as you use use a hand to the wall to guide your steps.
> You probably should have gotten his name...
> The idea of yelling "hey server" to get his attention didn't seem very polite.
> You pass from train car to train car in search of him or something to at least open this damn bottle.

> Finally you come across a door that simply says 'supplies'.
> Glancing left and right semi suspiciously,  you give the handle a twist and open the door.
> Forks, knives, dinner plates, napkins... Jack pot!
> You have obtained:'Cork Screw'
> Taking that and a small sharp dinner knife to peel off the cover on the cork, you make your way back to your cabin.
> After passing through several train cars you return to yours and notice another service cart, unattended by your door.
> Huh.. maybe you should have waited a little for him to come back.
> You really aren't good with this first class thing..
> As you approach your door, a loud crash of what sounds like glass freezes you in place.
> The sound of shuffling and hushed voices pass through the frail door.
> "Where is that ape, Anonymous... servant.." an angered whisper can be heard.
> "I don't know!" The familiar voice responds, panic evident in its tone.
> Another loud crash and deep thud comes through the wall accompanied by a whimper.
> " Sirs! Please I do not know! He was here earlier I came to check up on him and he was gone!" Desperation clear in his voice.
> Sirs.. there's more than one in there.
> "Where did that beast go then?" The unfamiliar voice growls.
> " I..I don't know! I was only in here but two seconds before you crashed through the window! "
> You can hear the server drag him self towards the door while he speaks.
> You have to do something...
> "N-no please!" His voice begs.
> A loud thud and grunt can be heard, right before the server is thrown into the frail door, which gives way.
> His head and forelegs land inches away from you as you stand beside the door.

> You grip your bottle looking down to him ready to charge in.
> Looking up and taking a step foward, you feel a hoof stop you.
> It's the server...
> He quickly shakes his head and mouths 'run'.
> The act makes you freeze in place once more.
> Why would he protect you like this?
> Hoof steps coming closer towards you enter your ears.
> There's definitely a few in there.
> You take a step back and kneel low, then mouth the quietest of whispers. "Yell that I went that way" you point away from you.
> More fear fills the already horrified pony's face.
"Do it!" You whisper urgently.
> The idea of leaving him didn't sit well with you.
> He closes his eyes for a moment drawing a calming breath.
> "Prince Anonymous!" He points away from you with a hoof as you hug the wall kneeling behind his cart.
> You hear the hoof steps halt with some metal clanks, "You.. outside several cars up.. block him in."
> Several wing flaps can be heard over the air that rushes in through a what you assume to be broken window.
> "You with me..." the same voice commands.
> "Corporal Sentry will reward us handsomely if we capture this ape..." there is some thrill behind his voice.
> ...Flash..
> The server abruptly gets yanked back into the room by what you assume was a magic grip by the sound and violence of it.
> "Please! He's the way I pointed. Leave me be now!" The server begs.
> "Shut up you sniveling.... You, go scout the next train car while I deal with this loose end..."
> Shit..

> Pushing your luck you impatiently wait and listen intently.
> Without fail, a cloaked pony trots down the direction your server friend pointed, not even glancing in your direction.
> It's type, gender and features unable to be identified.
> Waiting until it's out of sight,  you slowly peek into your train car.
> An armored unicorn...
> A golden armored unicorn...
> He wears a full face helmet and has light armored plates covering his cutie marks..
> But no mistake, that was Royal Canterlot armor.
> It would be difficult to fight him head on with him in that armor and you without a proper weapon...
> He holds a spear in his sky blue aura pointed to the server, "You knew where he was this entire time didn't you. You tired to buy him time.."
> "N..No sir!"
> Creeping in quietly, you silently place the bottle you carried on the floor.
> Your heel rolls your weight foward to the ball of your foot not making a sound as you stalk your way behind the unknown unicorn.
> The sound of air rushing in from the broken train car window masking any slight sound you did make.
> "Please sir, I'm begging you!" He must be acting, there was no way he didn't see you yet.
> " You beg the wrong one. You have become a lose end that needs to be... tied UUURK~~"
> His sentence is cut off as your arm slipped around his long neck that lacked armor.
> Your forearm and bicep tucked and squeezed tightly under his jaw while yanking back, denying the ability to make sound.
> Extending your leg, you push his weight foward and trip him to the floor, his armor clanks as he begins to desperately flail while you hold tight.
> You feel his attempts of magic grip on you as it fails continously.
"Now now, we know that's not going to work don't we?" You growl with your whisper.
> The unicorn attempts a few more frantic bucks and spastic movements desperately trying to free himself.
> He is able to strike your back a few times, but nothing damaging.

> After a few more seconds you feel his body begin to relax and eyes stare at one point on the wall unblinking or moving half lidded.
> For some insurance you held tight for another several seconds watching intently bearing a sharp toothed smile.
"That's it.. go to sleep little pony..." You say low and deep, almost amused.
> Adrenaline and strength flowed through your body as you released your victim to the floor with a rag doll like thud.
"Piece of..."you grunt to yourself not finishing the sentence as you stand and prod at the body at the floor with a foot.
> He was not dead.. but would be out for a little while.
> You notice your server friend cowered in the corner at the display of violence.
> A spear laid on the floor between you that was meant for his death.
> You catch him looking at it then you, fear painted on his face.
"Are.. you alright? .." He wasn't going to do what you think he was..
> Was he?..
> You JUST saved him!

> As your adrenaline began to calm with growing concern, the familiar ache in your head, mostly your eyes became more apparent.
> The poor pony seems to be shaking doing his best to hide it, "I-its true then?" His sentence barely whole as his composure falters.
"What's true my friend?" You're so lost but decide to keep calm and friendly.
> He must have been scared to death by those guards.
> You suppose you owe him what might have been your life had he not forgotten to provide you with the corkscrew in your back pocket.
> Also for offering to have you escape for the trade of his own safety.
> " That.. you are, a beast.." His eyes remain glued to you, full of question and uncertainty.
> You deflate.
> ...Dick..
> After saving him, he's referring to you as that as well?
" I...uh.. have been referred to that mostly in bed." A cheesy grin crosses your mouth
> Heh... wait
> No reaction...
> Swing and a miss.
> You rub the bridge of your nose with your finger and thumb with frustrated closed eyes.
"Recently, I guess I've been getting called that. Yea.. Though I'm completely unsure as to why exactly."
> " Unsure?.. You do.. well .. that" he motions to the unconscious pony on the floor riddled with anxiety himself " to unsuspecting ponies"
> He remains back pressed to the corner in fear of you.
> Unsuspecting?..
> "And also.. well.. Your features...sir.."
> You raise an eyebrow running your fingers over the details of your face.
" Im.. not sure exactly what it is you mean.. Because I'm a human?" You inquire trying to make sence.
> He shakes his head nervously.
> You offer a kind smile trying to be comforting and understanding.

"Well enlighten me friend."
> He seems to back up harder into the wall when you do though.
> Confused,  you raise your hands showing you mean no harm as you back up slightly.
"I obviously mean you no harm, or I wouldn't have come in to help you."
> " Well... umm.. its.. well look" The pony reaches for a polished silver tray next to him on the floor.
> Raising the reflective bottom of it up to your face, you stare at the tray absolutely lost at what he's trying to do.
> But when the angle is right, and your own face reflects back to you from it you wince backwards raising a hand in an almost defensive posture.
> What in the god damn world..
> The face that you just glanced at..
> It was hardly your own.
"What kind of magic is this? Is this a trick??" You're the scared sounding one now.
'Heh heh.. calm yourself.. "friend" ' the unwelcome bass enters your mind.
"Stop.."
> You drop to your knees.
> "s...sir?.. it's a reflection. Nothing more. P - please,  I apologize if I offended you, do not harm me." He seems to be begging you.
> You grab the tray from his hooves and stare into the imperfect reflection.
> It adds a mis shapen wave to your head, but offers some detail... that you were not ready for.
> The eyes that stared back to you, they were a strangers...
> Ones of a monster... a beast's
> Green where the whites of yours were.
> Intense red irises..
> Narrow cat like pupils..
> A purple light mist even seemed to be trailing from the corner of your eyes.
> Your mouth began to drop from shock.
> !!!

> Your chest further tightens at the sight of your teeth.
> They're sharp!
> Your tongue traces the shape of them.
> Yet as confusion further grips you the very features that put you in this state of bewilderment begin to fade.
"What in the..."
> Your hands runs over your face once more.
> Is this what the pain was?
> You lower the tray from your face in an absolute loss of reasoning.
> Your friend seems to be just as confused.
" T..this is why? This is the reason they call me a beast?"
> He slowly nods.
"Please, tell me. I promise you, you have nothing to fear from me."
> "W..well.. like I said. It's uh.. what you did look like.. and your attacking of innocent ponies to feed your power. I heard you attacked innocent Guards.."
" Feed my what now? " The humor of  that explanation brings you out of your shock and confusion.
> He seems embarrassed by your retort, "It's what I've heard sir..."
"Well I promise you that's a load of horse sh... a load of crap. I have only hurt ponies that tried to hurt me, my friends or family...Where have you heard this garbage? "
> " From the Royal Guards, business and Noble ponies... Sir.."
> From the guards...
> Why are you not surprised..
"Did one happen to be Flash Sentry?"
> " No sir... b-but... I did hear them mention that name."
> You snort at the idea of him.
"He is a pony I hurt. For reasons I'd rather not share with a new friend. He is a pony that hurt me in immeasurable ways. But trust me when I say.. He deserved worse..."
> He gulps audibly at the seriousness in your tone.
> You look down for a moment before rising and stare through the broken glass window for a moment.
" Before I don't have a chance to ask again.. What is your name, friend?"
> " I..it's Eminent Toiler... Sir..."
> Wut?..
> "My... friends just call me Toil.." he looks incredibly uncomfortable.
"Toil it is then."

> You raise the tray back to your face.
> It looks normal now.
> Your tired yet handsome self.
> It still doesn't make sense to you. ..
> Maybe if you ask Luna, she can...
> Wait... Luna.
> She was.. is.. Nightmare Moon.
> She has the ability to change features when she gets into her.. moods.
> Holy.. is this what she was warning you about??
> A shuffling distracted your revelations as you lowered the tray that blocked your vision of your new friend 'Toil'
> Who at some point seems to have lifted the spear you forgot about on the floor.
> He had it in hoof, reared back as if he were about to chuck it at you.
"Woah Toil! What the hell!" You raise the metal tray hopefully to use it as a shield.
> " Get away! " he shouts panicked.
> He released it with a violent sloppy throw foward in your direction.
> It was such a bad throw that you barely had to lean out of the way at it.
> He seems frozen in fear failing to mouth any words.
> An inaudible stuttering is all he's capable of.
"I thought I said I wasn't going to~~"
> A glass clink of a bottle falling over perks your ears.
> The bottle you placed on the floor by the entrance.
> Looking closer at Toils eyes you notice he's not looking directly at you, but just past you.
> Shit, you forgot about the other two. > You grip the tray in hand tightly as you take a deep inhale.
> Spinning quickly trying to use your tray in hand as a weapon, you are struck mid turn by a powerful hind leg buck to your mid section.
> The force of it sends you flying back to the broken glass on the floor by the window.
> The tray you held seems to have luckily taken the brunt of the impact as you see its now contorted shape.
> But Damnit did that still hurt.
> You sit, back to the wall clutching your damaged tray looking towards your hooded attacker.
> The shine of what you assume to be a blade reflects from under its hood.

> Toil chucked the spear at the stalking pony... not you.
"You do realize who you're attacking don't you?" You ask angrily.
> Your hooded opponent slowly nods in response.
> Standing cautiously you continue.
> The deep oranges of the setting sun provides less light into the cabin than before as the wind gusts in from your back.
" Then that narrows you down to the ones responsible for burning my family's barn down."
> A chuckle is heard but no words are spoken.
> ...You'll take that as a yes.
> 'They are the reason we almost died.. Why Big Mac is in the hospital...Fighting even now for his very life...' The voice rocks through your mind.
> Your heart squeezes painfully, as you control your growing fury.
"Then you realize," your eyes widen a little in excitement for a taste of sweet revenge as a strange tooth baring grin crosses your mouth, "That you're not leaving here alive."
> Your excitement is cut short as the sound of air moving changes behind you.
> Suddenly there is an incredibly heavy pressure around your neck that pulls you back.
> Raising your hands to it instinctively,  you feel a rope or something of the sort being pulled back around it.
> " Easy now Beastie." A voice from behind you teases in your desperate situation.
> The pegasus..
> You thought he left for the front of the train.
> His rear hooves brace against the window edge as he leans back outside of the train with a rope around his front hooves that sinks into your neck.
> Trying your hardest you attempt to slip your fingers under the rope that squeezes your windpipe.
> Growls and grunts are the only thing escaping your mouth as you frantically move and grip at it to no avail.
> The hooded pony methodically approaches as you struggle, the blade becoming more apparent.

> You raise a foot to prepare to kick the pony infront of you away.
> But when you do the pegasus yanks harder back causing you to lose balance, almost pulling you through the window.
> One of your hands reaches to the inside wall to prevent you from being pulled outside of the moving train.
> Yet it also allows the rope to sink further into the soft flesh of your neck.
> 'Well well. We are in no shortage of predicaments are we?..'
> The voice angers you as you begin to feel the urgency of your situation sink in.
> Your breathing is heavily struggling as you work off of your last full breath of air.
> No fury or power can help you if air isn't delivered into your body.
> 'We will prevail Anonymous, just like I always make us... Just surrender yourself to my power...'
> Despite your dire situation, you still knew that sounded like a bad idea.
> Your hands grip and begin to try to pull the rope away from your neck.
> You're desperate for even the slightest slack.
> For even the smallest gasp, as your chest pounds wildly, and vision begins to darken.
> "L...Leave him alone! He didn't do anything to you!" Your new friend Toil pleads for you.
> Strangely enough this stops your hooded nemesis in his tracks.
> His shadowed features turn to face the now cowering pony.
> Nothing is said as he continues to stare.
> " You defend the beast? Killer of the innocent, attacker of your protectors? Menace to all?..." a male, so you assume, voice asks full of shocked curiosity.
> "He is n-n-no beast!" The horrified pony offers his best to retort.
> A brief yank of your hands on the rope affords you a slight gasp of air that carries you a little longer.
> Feeling this the pegasus pulls back ever harder, using his angle of leaning out of the train to his advantage.
"Urrrrk!"
> Your face begins to redden even more from the lack of oxygen.

> No matter which way you struggle you can't move without giving him the opportunity to pull you out of the train completely.
> Despite your desperate and wild struggle you begin to feel your consciousness leave you.
> Your hearing becomes muddled as sounds seem to run together.
> Your strength begins to fade as your posture begins to deteriorate as well.
> Toil notices this as he shakily stands to his hooves.
> " I won't let you do this to Prince Anonymous!" He does his best to sound aggressive.
> He dashes into the gap between you and the hooded one.
> It is the last thing you notice before your vision blacks over.
> 'Let me save us Anonymous...'
> The sentence burns in your mind as you lose grasp on the world around you.
----
> The world around you is all black.
> Utter lonely darkness.
> Silent..
> Cold..
> Yet you are aware, on some level of consciousness.
> But not quite awake.
> 'Do you fear me... Anonymous..' that voice.. It echos as if you stood infront of it in a large empty room.
> How you're coming to hate it.
"I don't even know what you are..."  You say plainly staring into darkness.
> 'I am you, my dear friend..' The voice sounds humored.
"Oh you're me?.. calling myself Anonymous?.. Trying to convince me to 'surrender myself' to...my own power?" You respond annoyed into the surrounding abyss.
> The voice let's out a booming bass laugh, obviously humored by this.
> 'You may be closer than you think boy..'
"I don't know who you are or if I am going crazy but I want this to end!" You shout.
> 'And end it will. Very soon in fact if we do not wake up and end this... Threat... It will be the very end of us both..'
"We?! Us!?" Frustration becomes more apparent in you.
> 'Yes Anonymous.. We. Like I said I am now you... And you, I.. We...Us..' it convincingly explains.
"What.. are you..."
> The silence begins to make your ears ring.
> Your head begins to throb, and eyes ache.
> In the darkness there is a strange green glow.
> No.. two..

> They're eyes... green.. and red with purple mist beside them...
> Narrowed they stare at you.. through you.
> The eyes truly of a beast...
> 'Will a name comfort you so? Will it convince you to let us be victorious? Will you willingly let me... help? ..'
"It's.. a start..."
> The eyes are closer to you as you feel fear begin to grip you.
> The bright crimson irises lock to your own eyes.
> 'What comfort could it possibly offer..' The voice curiously asks.
" The comfort of understanding what is exactly in MY head!" You shout, demanding recognition of your independence of it.
> Silence continues for a moment '...If you insist on naming me Anonymous.. You may call me, Sombra...Perhaps I may explain more at a less pressing time..Or perhaps that's all you need to know..'
> You feel heat as if his breath were right on you, his invisible presence dominant to yours.
> His bass voice rattling your entire body with his last sentence shaking you to your core.
> 'Now, let us wake...'
> The eyes in front of you close as you feel an intense pain in your own.
---
> Your heart beats slow and heavy.
> But it's still difficult to breathe.
> Your eyes open to see your friend, Toil, being tossed aside offering the resistance of a filly.
> This pony was no fighter..
> The tension around your neck is still there.
> 'Get free and they will not be able to stop us...'
> Shit if it were that simple you wouldn't have been in this situation to begin with.
> As luck would have it, you hear the air disturbing outside the window once more, "Unhoof Prince Anonymous immediately!"
> You heard this voice before..
> But where...
> Quick memories enter your head as you recall who the voice belongs to, "Nothing Sir Anonymous, You're just different. Sometimes that's all it takes..."  ~~"Prince Anonymous of Ponyville as requested... " ~~~ "My Princess! Are you injured??"

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Twilight's Secret 2.