Good Deeds Anon 1- first deeds

fine fine fine... here we go.

 

glares... a lot of them in fact.

 

jesus, what did the other me DO here? was i really THAT bad? i usually keep to myself. i mean, YEAH im bad but... i dont go around fucking with people for no good reason.

 

huh... so the other me lived here... i guess that means i live here now... where do i live?

 

there is no signs around houses stating what families live where... i mean, that was the case on my world too, but how am i suppossed to know where i live now? i cant just scream out leyels name in public. everyone will thionk im crazy... besides being a dick of course.

 

i mean, even if i did, i bet she wouldnt answer.

 

god this sucks so much. how would 100 infinities even work? what did she mean by knowing what forever is? how can you go through 100 forevers much less 1?

 

damn, these glares im getting are pretty damn bad... i mean DAMN, that baby is even glaring at you.

 

wait... baby glaring at you?

 

... well i guess this was a cartoon. about ponies. even though everyone looks human.

 

wait, does that mean i was a "pony" when i was here?

 

oh what the fuck... god you are a tormentor.

 

... how am i even supposed to help anyone when they hate me? even more, everything seems to be running smoothly here. like some kind of sunshine lollipop factory made out of rainbows and flowers and shit.

 

so i can only do 1 good deed a day? what happens if i cant do 1? do i get a redo? does it stack?

 

i dont think leyel explained everything.

 

lady: HELP! OH HELP!

 

oh, here we are. a good deed in the making. some dude stealing some womans purse. here i go.

 

>unhand the purse pal.

 

guy: oh no, its just a rehea-

 

you flip the guy over by using his shoulder, really grinding against it. you hear a pop. yeah thats dislocated.

 

he screams and lets go of the bag.

 

>here you are maam. a perfectly good deed for the day. everyone see it right? me doing a good deed?

 

lady: yeah, everyone saw you do it... everyone saw you dislocate our instructors ar anon! what the heck?!

 

other ladies: yeah!

 

>excuse me?

 

lady: hes our self defense instructor! some hooligan has been painting our houses in the same color! so we took self defense class! unhand him already.

 

you look at the dude you are holding in a lock that would pin anyone.

 

>so you are telling me this was all staged?

 

lady: yes!

 

>and that you were all doing this to learn self defence?

 

lady: YES!

 

>and you are telling me that you are doing this outside, in the public, where anyone could misjudge that an actual robbery was going on?

 

lady: for the last time YE...

 

>uh-huh... well im sorry guy, let me relocate that for you.

 

guy: oh celestia please no youve done enough, ill just go to pony general and- GAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAGH!

 

with a snap, his arm is back in place.

 

>there! NOW i did a good deed.

 

lady: after you did a bad deed!

 

>I THOUGHT HE WAS MUGGING YOU!

 

lady: IT WAS STAGED!

 

>are you forgetting what i just said earlier?

 

lady: get out anon!

 

>... for pete sakes anyone with courage and deductive reasoning would have done the same thing.

 

you walk off with even more glares being poured onto your back.

 

out of nowhere, some pink haired girl bounces right in front of you. you almost collide into each other, but you stop just at the right time for both of your noses to touch.

 

pink haired girl: gee anon, ive never seen you act like that before!

 

you pull back from her.

 

>do i know you?

 

pink hair girl: hahahahaha! thats silly anon. youre silly.

 

i thought everyone hated me here... whats going on? is she trying to scam me?

 

>who are you and why are you talking to me?

 

she scoffs and scoffs again. oh look another scoff. girls tend to do this a lot when they dont like whats going on.

 

pink hair girl: thats not funny anon! you know ME! everyone in ponyville knows ME! i mean watch this.

 

she looks to some guy over by a stump.

 

pink hair girl: hay cranky doodle!

 

doodle: hay pinkie pie!

 

so her name is pinkie pie... still though.

 

>just because 1 person knows you doesnt mean everyone knows y-

 

a couple: hay pinkie pie!

 

some kid: hay pinkie pie!

 

some guy on a skate board: pinkiiiiiiiieeee!

 

the group of ladies from earlier: hay pinkie!

 

they then look at you and turn their heads away.

 

pinkie: you know, bombshell REALLY did look like he was stealing peggies purse.

 

>i know ri- okay no. im not buying into your scheme. i dont know you. stop trying to scam me.

 

pinkie begins to scoff over and over again. even more than last time.

 

you just walk off.

 

shes following you.

 

and scoffing.

 

a lot.

 

>stop following me pinkie.

 

pinkie: SEE! you DO know me!

 

>no, i know your name. thats it. i dont know you.

 

pinkie: are you kidding? youve known me since forever! ive known YOU since forever!

 

>... so then you would know where i live?

 

pinkie; uh-duh! i know where everypony lives.

 

>everypony? dont you mean everyone?

 

pinkie: didnt you get the memo? princess celestia said its okay to say both now.

 

>... princess who now?

 

pinkie starts laughing her ass off and is now rolling on the ground.

 

>what ever... can you just take me home?

 

she gets up immediately and is right in front of your face.

 

pinkie: you want me to... walk you home?

 

> yeah... i know it sounds stupid bu-

 

pinkie: of coarse. anything for a friend.

 

>friend? doesnt everyone hate me here?

 

pinkie: oh they just havent really begun to understand you like i have yet!

 

understand me?

 

>and how long has yet been?

 

she looks sheepishly.

 

pinkie: 3 years...

 

huh... looks like you can grind information out of her. good to know.

 

>getting back to the friend thing, you arent my friend.

 

pinkie: nu-uh! we are tottally friends!

 

>no we arent.

 

pinkie: yes we are!

 

and you know where this is going to go, so you just stop talking as she leads you to where your house is supposed to be.

 

after about 15 minutes of walking (and having to hear her jabber all the way) you finally make it to... your house?

 

pinkie: so are we friends yet?

 

>i dont really believe in friendship.

 

pinkie: oh dont go saying that! friendship is magic silly, dont you know nonny?

 

you look her dead in the eyes.

 

>what. did you just. call me?

 

pinkie looks nervous.

 

pinkie: n-nonny?

 

you stare at her.

 

>dont ever call me that again. got it? no one gets to call me that. no one.

 

no one.

 

pinkie: w-whats wrong? you were always okay with me calling you that before...

 

more like he was probably passive about it.

 

>i dont let anyone call me that. ever.

 

pinkie: b-but...

 

>no one. ever. you got that miss?

 

she starts to get tears in her eye.

 

pinkie: .... fine. anon it is then. no more... n-nonny.

 

you glare at her.

 

pinkie: im sorry...

 

her hair falls down flat. what?

 

whatever... you dont need any of this now.

 

you open the door to your home and slam it, leaving a slightly crying pinkie pie.

 

your home is.... alright. its about the same way your other home looks.

 

although there are a lot more pictures.

 

in fact, you have tons of pictures.

 

you never had pictures in your house back in your world.

 

might as well check them out.

 

checking them out one by one, you can see they all have you and at least one other girl in them each time. each at a different place even.

 

girlfriends maybe? this anon may be a little different from me. i never had a love li-

 

...

 

enough thinking about that. that just leads back to the nonny issue anyway.

 

you continue to look at them all untill you come across one with you, and pinkie pie hugging you.

 

>now what the fuck is going on?

 

there is a note inside the picture frame.

 

"dear anonymous,

 

        i know youve been feeling down lately, so i had this picture framed. i cant believe you didnt have a picture of you and me together! i mean, HECK, we took dozens of pictures you silly billy! anyway, i think you should stop being so reclusive. i get that you dont want to see anyone, but all of the bad stuff is over now. you can stop pushing people away and saying mean things to everyone. i hope this picture brings you back to the way you used to be. please go back to being the way you used to be nonny.

 

                                                                your bestest friend ever, pinkie"

 

...

 

what the fuck happened in this world?

 

right next to the picture is another one, but with all the girls and you in a group all wearing smiles.

 

this guys isnt like me at all... then why does everyone hate me?

 

the picture is placed under a book... it looks more like a journal really... might as well.

 

flipping to the begining you begin to read what seem to be normal journal entries.

 

day one/ wow... a new world... its a lot to take in. new people... well... ponies. new life. new everything. i dont know exactly how i came to be here, but im glad i am here. pinkie was the first to find me. she took me to twilight and they both started asking me a series of questions left and right about what i was, who i was, and where i came from. i guess you would do that if you have never been seen before.... and had a different aura. twilight said i could bunk in her house for awhile. apparently we are going to a kingdom tomorrow to see a princess. A PRINCESS! i guess ill just keep track of everything in this journal... i didnt think twilight was going to give me such a big one though.

 

you skip ahead just a page.

 

day 3/ okay, so ive met pinkie and twilights friends. they act like a family with one another. its crazy to even be here really. theres applejack, the honest apple farm girl. rarity, the fashionista with a heart of gold. rainbow dash, the speedster who can fly..... WHO CAN FLY! fluttershy who is the cutest fuckign thing since peeps... not that you like peeps. dont even get me started on pinkie, she is like some kind of hyperactive part ninja... shes a good friend though. oh and twilight, the smarty of the group. guess ill be staying here longer than i thought i would. i wouldnt mind living here actually.

 

flipping a lot more pages now, there has to be some reason why everyone hates me in this journal.

 

year 2- day 300/  jesus christ this place... its so good, but at the same time it kind of gets on my nerves at time. i mean these girls, they just use up all my time. rainbow dash wanting to constantly hang out. applejack always needing help at sweet apple acres. twilight always stressing out over being a princess now. rarity constantly wanting you to be her muse. fluttershy terribly trying to hit on you. oh god and pinkie... i guess this is all just nit picking, and i do all that i can to help them out, i just think i need some me time is all.

 

okay then, how about a little further?

 

year 4- day 1/ war just started. im in the front lines. of coarse the girls didnt want me to go, but i need to protect the ones i love, and the people i have come to know as family and friends. princess celestia has briefed me on what i need to do. these god damn parasites arent going to fuck up anything while im around. ill protect them. ill protect everyone.

 

year 5-day 6/ celestia tells me that war is over. no its not. so what if the peace treaty is signed. many people are gone now. so what if no one got hurt. there is something much worse than the damned changelings here now. they just dont see it. war isnt over yet.

 

year 5- day 265/ god damn thing almost came near ponyville. i managed to finally kill the fucking thing. celestia rewarded me with a medal. everyone was there. but i just dont give a fuck anymore. celestia doesnt care what happened in the long run. maybe she just doesnt know. she doesnt know what that thing did. know one knows what that thing did. it looked me in the eye when it did it too. god, its grin just just stayed there even when it died. like it knew it would happen in the end. the girls want to see me even more now that its all over. i dont want to see them though. i dont want to see anyone. not after what has happened. i dont even know what will happen if they see me. i dont know if it will spread. ill just stay home and get things when i need it.

 

year 6- day 1/ they just hate me now. i guess its the best now though. you refuse to open the door to anyone. you will occasionally get a letter from the girls saying to stop being a recluse and to go back to being normal... i wish i could. but this is for the best. this is for the best for everyone. i only go outside for a constant stock of food and supplies. jesus im glad i got into the business of sketching... all i have to do is make commissions and get bits. celestia sends a monthly pay as well, though you have been sending them back, she needs to get the point across... i dont want them near me.

 

...

 

so this anon got here a long time ago. it seems that the journal ends after that last entry. what the hell happened to the other anon? he was friends with pinkie pie?

 

jesus, then that means that you just fucked up big time.

 

and all these letters are mostly from her. god this ones from today.

 

youre not feeling emotional about all of this, but you got to fix this right now or you are going to purgatory for 100 infinities.

 

you head on outside and begin to look for pinkie.

 

where does pinkie even live?

 

god this is going to suck, but im going to have to ask in some kind of way that doesnt make me look like im not... me.

 

you ask if anyone knows where pinkie went, to which everyone glares at you and bitches at you for making her cry.

 

yeah, just what you thought was oging to happen after reading all of that.

 

after about the 15th person to shun you, you finally get an answer.

 

lady from before: she went straight to sugarcube corner... are you finally starting to get back to normal anon?

 

>wheres sugar cube corner?

 

lady: nevermind. a jerk as ever i see.

 

okay, so you got a tiny answer, but its going to have to be good enough. luckilly you just so happen to hear a kid say they want to go to sugarcube corner to some other two kids. they all agree and head out, so you follow them at a far away pace.

 

after awhile, they walk into a place that looksl ike its actually made out of sweets. wow.

 

you open the door and step inside to smell fresh baked... everything. you havent smelled anything like this since donna took up baking stu-

 

back into the game anon. we have no time for ghosts.

 

lady at the counter; hello and welcome to sugar cube corn- OH MY CELESTIA!

 

you just stare at her.

 

lady: a-anon? is that you? you came... here? oh my. i thought you were reclusive...

 

you look around to see everyone staring at you as well.

 

>is pinkie around?

 

some guy comes behind the woman behind the counter.

 

guy: you know, you upset her mighty good anonymous. she says you told her off. you here to apologize?

 

>... i dont know what im here for... just tell me where pinkie is.

 

the man looks at you, and then to the lady.

 

lady: she is up in her room. do you still remember where that is?

 

>...

 

guy: its the back door to the right anon. celestia, you really havent been out much.

 

you start heading up to where they directed you. as you get closer, you begin to hear more... crying.

 

when you finally get there, the crying is so loud now that you are supprised you didnt hear it before. you decide you might as well knock on the door... i mean, what would be the point of coming this far anyway?

 

*knock knock*

 

pinkie: *sniff* i-i said... *sniff* that i d-didnt want to talk about it.

 

>pinkie let me in. i want to talk.

 

you hear her stop crying.

 

the door slowly opens.

 

pinkie: anon?

 

you just stare at her. her eyes are blood shot, probably from all the crying. her hair has turned a bit darker and is completely flat.

 

pinkie: why are you h-here?

 

>i need to aks you some questions.

 

she does a couple of sniffs, and then slowly closes the door.

 

well you fucked up.

 

god youre terrible with people...

 

you might as well just end your life here, because no one is going to let you do a good deed for them now.

 

you start to walk off.

 

pinkie: i thought you wanted to come in?

 

you turn around to see pinkie standing near the door, but not looking you in the eyes.

 

>yeah, i did. thought you shut me out.

 

pinkie: i just needed to clear up some things...

 

you begin to walk into her room.

 

you see a whole bunch of pictures. most of them are either of the whole gang together, or just you and her.

 

>wow...

 

pinkie: you and me would do everything together... i mean, id ask the girls if they would want to do it, and sometimes they would say yes, but i could always get a yes out of you no matter what.

 

she sniffles again and picks one up.

 

>everyone hates me because ive pushed them away and said some bad things huh?

 

she finally looks at you.

 

pinkie: anon...

 

>you were the only one who kept sending me letters... i read them all before i left.

 

she just stares at you.

 

>listen. im sorry for-

 

before you can say anything, she jumps you to the ground with a tackle that would knock the wind out of godzilla.

 

pinkie: YOUR BACK!

 

her hair looks poofy again.

 

pinkie: i-i cant believe it...

 

you shouldnt... im not your anon.

 

leyel: weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell...

 

oh my fucking god.

 

leyel: i might as well go ahead and do it now rather than later since it looks like you are changing... in some way at least.

 

do what you stupi-

 

>AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

 

pinkie: ANON?!

 

you clutch your head. there is nothing but pain and forced memories.

 

these memories arent yours.

 

leyel: weeeeeeeeell, actually in a way they are. you see, i couldnt force these into anyone elses mind. plus, i bet without these, you would be caught sooner or later. so with these you should actually start being this worlds anon... i probably should have done this in the first place before you got here.

 

pinkie: ANON, ARE YOU OKAY?! DID I TACKLE YOU TOO HARD?!

 

the pain slowly begins to stop... slowly...

 

>... no pinkie im just fine... now i mean.

 

pinkie: what happened? you gave me a heart attack! i hate those!

 

>uh.... headace... the light bothers me... you know... being a recluse.

 

pinkie looks at you for awhile, and then nods with a smile.

 

pinkie; oh man, i have to tell the girls that youre okay n-

 

>no you arent.

 

pinkie; WHAT?

 

>pinkie, i got to do this by myself. they need to see that im okay, and i need to be the one to show them.

 

pinkie nods, but with a bit of a disappointed look on her face.

 

>ill get to it tomorrow. im glad i could get all this settled.

 

pinkie: so am i.

 

pinkie hugs you even more.

 

oh yeah, i forgot we are still on the ground.

 

you begin to rise with pinkie clinging to you.

 

>pinkie... you need to let me go.

 

pinkie: okay non- er... anon.

 

you still arent okay with being called nonny. you probably never will.

 

>lets just stick to calling me anon for now. okay? im just not secure with being called... that for right now.

 

pinkie: i can understand that... im just glad your back.

 

in a way, but only a little bit. god that sucks. its like i am him, but at the same time im still me.

 

my personality kind of counter acts with his in most ways. this is going to get annoying at some times, but i am going to have to push through that.

 

>i guess ill see you tomorrow. im kind of tired.

 

pinkie: what? you just got back to normal though!

 

>pinkie, i mean it. ill be up and early tomorrow, i swear.

 

pinkie stares at you with something  almost like  a death glare.

 

>what?

 

pinkie: pinkie promise?

 

heh...

 

>yeah... pinkie promise.

 

she smiles and gives you another hug.

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you are back at the house. the cakes 9now that you know their names) were very proud of you. apparently you have helped them a lot in the past, and them seeing you now was just a real shocker.

 

everyone is still very skeptic of you, but pinkie says that she will clear everything up.

 

leyel: well it looks like you did a good deed today anon. good job.

 

seriously, if you had just gave me those damn memories up front, today would have run smoother.

 

leyel: boss didnt sign the form for it untill then though.

 

oh my god...

 

leyel: well anyway. you did it. thats all that matters. all you gotta do is just keep doing good deeds for the next 99 days and youll be free anon.

 

good.

 

leyel: so what are you doing tomorrow?

 

i guess ill start by going to see...

 

>twilight.