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- >You are Anonymous the Sovereign God.
- >And you have just professed your infinite love to this small pink wonder of a horse.
- >To your absolute shock, she seems to have had feelings for you as well.
- >For the longest time you'd thought that no one could love or even like you, eldritch freak that you are.
- >None of the ponies in town had ever shown gratitude or kindness towards you when you helped them.
- >Perhaps it was instinctual.
- >Maybe they could feel just how innately wrong you were, a black stain on the pristine fabric of space and time.
- >It wasn't your fault.
- >Your soul was forcibly seized by the Old Ones, and subjected to unspeakably horrific experimentation.
- >You were granted a physical form again, gifted with the unholy powers of the formless abominations that drifted through the Ether.
- >So you drifted as well, neither living nor dying.
- >After eons without contact, you ended up here: a single future stemming from a past with limitless possibilities.
- >Ponyville.
- >The reception was frosty at best and outright hostile at worst.
- >The local princess was immediately disgusted with your presence, and she spent the whole introductory meeting looking as though she were about to vomit.
- >She never tried to speak with you again.
- >Her friends weren't much better about expressing their feelings towards you.
- >Rainbow Dash was outright hurtful, swooping down from the sky hurling insults and rotten food in your general direction.
- >Fluttershy refused to even make contact with you, locking herself away in her cottage and hiding behind her hair when you approached her in the market.
- >Rarity made a sign that she hung outside her boutique, reading "No Two-Legs Allowed!"
- >It was a very fashionable sign, but the sentiment burned deeply.
- >Applejack scowled at you when you attempted to see her, sometimes refusing to acknowledge your presence, other times running you off her land with her brother in tow.
- >Only the pink one didn't seem to mind you.
- >She had been very openly happy to have you in the little village, had given you the first food you'd had in ages, and had thrown you a "Welcome to Ponyville!" party that no one else attended.
- >Her efforts gave you hope amidst a tide of never-ending despair.
- >The hatred the rest of the village so clearly expressed towards you had driven you to the brink of self-destruction.
- >The constant shaming and looks of disgust day after day wore on your soul.
- >Twice, you had given in to your desire to be free from your torment, and twice you had failed.
- >The first time, your body simply grew a new heart when you stabbed the old one.
- >When you felt the beating in your chest restart, liquid black sorrow rolled down your cheeks.
- >The second attempt was just a few hours ago.
- >Pinkie hadn't stopped by for your weekly get-together, and this had been a particularly bad week.
- >You were under a lot of stress, having dealt with Rarity and Rainbow in public two days ago, and bumping into Applejack in the marketplace just this morning.
- >The whole town had seemingly redoubled it's efforts to make you leave, calling you a "disgusting ape" and a "filthy abomination."
- >Fruit and spit flew as you walked by.
- >And finally, Pinkie failed to show up on time for your little get-together.
- >So the darkness closed in, tendrils wrapped around your heart, and whispered in your ear.
- >"No one wants you, just leave."
- >"This world does not need a disgusting freak like you."
- >"Kill yourself, they would celebrate if you finally left."
- >The nails were sitting in your closet.
- >A bit oversized, about twelve inches long, but they were perfect for what you were about to do.
- >They were right, you deserved to suffer, deserved to die in the most painful way possible.
- >No one watched as you rammed the nails through your feet.
- >No one heard your gurgling screams as you punctured your own lungs.
- >No one smelled the copper that flowed from your eyes and ran down your chin, or tasted the grey fluids that came dribbling out shortly after.
- >You lost consciousness within minutes.
- >However...
- >She was merely running late.
- >A quick glance at the clock in the middle of a busy shift reminded her of her promise to you.
- >So she rushed out of the local bakery, mane flying behind her as apologies formed on her lips.
- >You had left the door unlocked, just in case anyone was curious.
- >She had found you, slumped over on the floor, nails driven through every square inch of flesh as an unnecessary attempt at penance.
- >Frozen in terror and consumed with guilt, she did nothing but sit down across from you and stare.
- >When the first nail forced itself from your foot with a clatter, she shot up in search of the noise.
- >For the next half hour, she sat and watched as the metal was pushed out of your body onto the floor.
- >The sight of your body repairing itself would be one she'd remember for the rest of her life.
- >When you started breathing again she put her head on your chest and bawled her eyes out.
- >You regained consciousness some time later to find a pink mess splayed out across your torso, sobbing quietly in terror and relief.
- >When you lifted your hand and ran it slowly through her soft mane, her face was filled with awe and joy.
- >Her eyes glistened and her lips quivered with a single question.
- >"Why?"
- >You felt a stirring in your chest.
- >A blossoming warmth spread across your torso from your heart.
- >It was delightful.
- "Pinkie, I'm sorry. I thought that you'd..."
- >Her eyes are bloodshot.
- >"Abandoned you?"
- "Yeah."
- >"Anon, you big dummy!"
- >She lept forward and hugged you around your chest with all her might.
- >"I thought I was gonna lose you forever!"
- >Your hands found their way to her mane, toying with it.
- >Her eyes were so captivating, and she smelled amazing.
- >Like somepony you could be with forever.
- >Everything she'd done for you came rushing back.
- >Every late night cupcake baking session, every friendly voyage to the edge of the Everfree.
- >She gave you her heart, and you had almost permanently crushed it.
- >So you gave her yours.
- "Pinkie, I think I love you."
- >The shock is evident on her face.
- >"What, after all that you just say you love me?"
- "Of course. You mean so very much to me. If you weren't here I'd have left a long time ago."
- >Her forelegs wrap tightly around your shoulders and she rests her head next to your own.
- >Something wet falls onto your shirt.
- >"D-do you really love me, Anon?"
- >It's difficult, but you manage to lay your arms across each other on her back.
- "Yes Pinkie, I really really love you. But can you move your mane out of my face?"
- >Confused, she sits up and looks down at you.
- >She opens her mouth to object, but the huge grin on your face and the viscous black streaks coating your cheeks convince her to close it.
- >You prop yourself up with both arms and bring your lips to her muzzle.
- "I love you, Pinkie Pie. Thank you."
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