((You are Anon))

“What do you mean another one? There are more?”
>“It’s all over the news! There was a burned down house just on the west end, and when the wreckage was searched, they found a little pony! Just like, well, yours!
>The room felt like it was closing in on you
“Jackie… Zip…” 
>Jackie shrunk to the size of your palm
>You stuff her in your pocket and run to your car as fast as you can
>The entire ride home felt like one big panic
>You were constantly looking in your mirror to check if anyone was following you.
>You run inside your apartment and instantly open your laptop
>You don’t ever watch or read the news so you are never really in the swing of things.
>You search up what you had heard about just a few minutes ago. 
>Sure enough it was everywhere
>And it happened in your area
>How did you net hear about this?
>Then you see a picture of the poor thing, sealed away in a glass cage
>A cute little blue pony
>After about three minutes of looking at news stories, you see a new story pop up
>There was already a news story for Jackie
>Someone had even posted a video to YouTube
“What do we do now…”
>“Well, Anon, I kind of want to meet this other pony.”
>You look at Jackie with a firm but sympathetic expression on your face
“No.”
>“W-what do you mean no?”
>She sounded like she was going to cry
“Jackie, you see that?”
>You point at the screen
“That... that is the last thing I want to happen to you.”
>“But Anoooonn! People have already seen me! They have already seen you!”
“Yes I know! But-”
>You honestly don’t have anything to say
>You couldn’t have hid her forever
>“Anon? Anon are you okay?” She says, concerned
“I don’t know what to do.”
>She jumps on your lap and stands on her hind legs
>“Come on Anon! It’s worth a shot, just take me out there like a pet!”
“No…”
>She leans in to give you a kiss
“Screw off!”
>You push her off of your lap
>She lands on the floor
>“A-Anon?” She whimpered
“I’m going to bed, goodnight Jackie.”
>You slam your door, leaving her in the living room.

((You are Jackie))

>You crawl onto the couch, curl up, and start to cry
>You notice the strange wetness forming in your eyes
“Oh that’s right…” 
>You grab an archive
>After a few minutes of sobbing on the couch, you grab Anon’s laptop and start surfing the internet
>You then realize something
>You are a computer that can pretty much do anything if given the right software
>You research operating systems
>Linux
>Linux Linux Linux
>But apparently one does not simply choose ‘Linux’
>You research many distros
>Enterprise Support! Just what you needed
>You download CentOS and install it onto yourself
“Perfect.”
>You purge yourself of your sadness
>Instead you now hold a sense of determination
>The ‘Get out of my fucking way’ kind of determination
>You connect to Anon’s wifi
“You aren’t keeping anything from me.” You whisper 
>You begin to dig through all of Anon’s news history
>You trace back every single image that had been uploaded
>You start to try and hack your way into the news server
>You must have been at it for hours
>Anon came out of his room and walked to the bathroom
>He stopped, turned around, and stared directly at you amongst your hundreds of windows projected around the room
>“What are you doing?...” He says blearily
“Entertaining myself.”
>Anon walks over to you
>You promptly stop projecting and sort of cower
>To your surprise, he picks you up and carries you back into his room
>“I can’t stay mad at you… I’m sorry Jackie… I just, this is too much for m-”
>You silence him with a kiss
“I’m fine Anon, I have something for us to do in the morning.”
>You finished downloading the location of the photos taken of that… other pony
>You curl up on Anon’s bed, and drift off to sleep, anxious for sunrise...