Anon the Devoted

>Anon bows before Celestia

>He does it more then the ponies do, all the way down on his knees, nose to floor

>Celestia looks around awkwardly, and is put off a little by his devotion

"uhh.. rise."

>Anon rises up, smiling at his queen (or princess)

"Yes, my princess of the glorious day, maker of all that is righteous. What shall you have of me?"

>she smiles

"Please; just call me Princess Celestia, or just Celestia."

"Yes, my Princess. I'm sorry."

>She looks away and clears her throat.

"I need from you just a simple task."

"Yes, Princess. Anything for you."

"... I need you to help my cooks with something. There is a bit of a rat problem in the Royal Canterlot kitchens. Could you help them."

>Anon nods furiously

"Yes your majesty! Consider it done!"

>Anon runs off

>Celestia shakes her head

"What am I going to do with him..."

>Anon scoots on down to the Royal Kitchens

>He sees the cooks, and addresses them bluntly.

"Cooks! I am on a mission from the Princess Herself! This is a matter of national security!"

>They look surprised and worried

"I am here to fix your rat problem!"

>They look at each other

>They point to a door

>Anon stomps over to it and flings it open

>It leads to the cellar

>he goes down and closes the door behind him

>Everything goes normal that day

 

>A few days pass

>no word from Anon

>Celestia comes into the kitchens

"Where is he? Where is Anon?"

"He went down into the cellar, a few days ago. He hasn't come out yet. We haven't gone down there, we are too scared about what happened."

>Celestia nods, and dismisses the cooks

>Celestia called her royal guards and Shining Armor himself

>They feared something terrible must have happened in that Cellar

>They prepared, and then went down

>As they went down the steps, they felt something sticky and wet on them, but they felt like they had been there for a while

>One of them used a light spell

>They saw it was blood

"By Celestia's name..." One of the guards said

>They hurried in deeper

>They came across the main chamber

>Celestia cast a powerful light spell

>And there, standing in a circle of dozens of dead mice was Anon

 

>She gasped, and Anon didn't respond

>He was standing absolutely still

"...Is there a cockatrice down here or something?" one of the gaurds said

>Suddenly, Anon moved

>His hand, which was holding a spear, stabbed down at the circle of dead mice

>it speared a mouse that was moving over the other dead ones

>Everyone was shocked, one of the guards threw up

>Anon slowly turned around

>His face was covered in the blood of rats

>Small tufts of rat fur were stuck by his mouth

>He smiled at them

 

"I have taken care of the rat problem, your majesty."