>Be Anon
>Geez this mare was over dramatic
>She was rolling around on the floor screaming in pain
“As much fun as it is watching you writhe in pain I'm afraid I have a prior engagement I must attend”
>Without another word you leave the orphanage infirmary
>Slowly meandering to the game room gives you plenty of time to inner-monolouge
>Christ the shit you put up with
>Crazy ass ponies tried to erase your memories
>Did you even have all your memories even?
>Do you remember your parents?
>You know you had parents, you were sure of it
>What were there names again?
>Shit what did their faces look like!?
>Not good
>You only vaguely remembered being human
>The first clear memory you even have is being turned into a filly
>At least you still remember being human
>Still not good
>You about-face and quickly trot back to the infirmary
>As you walk back in you are relieved to see that stupid unicorn again, treating your wannabe moms head wound
>Just the guy you wanted to talk to
>Now you didn't need to track him down or anything
“Hey fucker give me back my memories or I swear to God I will break off your horn and jam it up your stupid asshole”
>So surprised by you appearance he answers your question
>“I, uh..... can't.”
“What the hell do you mean you can't!?”
>You couldn't even remember how to play Dungeons and... something.... It was that one table top game you were going to play
>How could you even DM now!?
>You only skimmed the O' and O books because it was almost exactly like the game you already knew like the back of your hoof
>You mean hand, yeah you had hands remember?
>You don't know how to play anymore, let alone DM
>How were you gonna play now?
>Also who the hell were you parents?
>Oh right the unicorn was explaining this to you
“Well when I looked through you memories there were just so many! And so unusual! I thought you were highly delusional and got rid of as many of those downright weird memories as I could. You should be thanking me for it!”
“I'm sure as shit not going to be thanking you for it! Give me back my memories you dick!”
>”Even if I wanted to, which I don't. I couldn't get them back anyway, they are gone forever, erased”
“Well isn't there some way for me to get them back?”
>”Well there might be some way, but I'm not aware of it. Not that it really matters now”
>He picks you up in his telekinesis
>”I told Blossom Point you'd require another treatment, I suppose she didn't listen judging by her current condition”
>”He brings you close to his horn as it starts to get brighter
“Not this shit again!”
>You struggle with all your might against his magical hold on you
>Just as you are about to succumb to another memory spell you manage to get a fore-hoof free from his grip
>You waste no time knocking his horn upwards and out of your face 
>A bean of bright light shoots out of his horn and bounces straight off the ceiling
>Directly hitting him in the face 
>He unceremoniously drops you and collapses
>Ow,, serves the idiot right though
>The stallion starts to stir
>You turn to leave
>As you leave in the corner of you eye you see that mare you punched twice walk past one of the infirmaries privacy curtains
>The stallion looks at her with wide eyes
>”Mommy?”
>You slip through the door 
>Well he'll clearly be of no help
>Not now anyway
>You go to the game room
>If not O' and O, surely there was something else you could play?
>You could really use a distraction to stave off your incoming panic attack
>The Game room was just as you remembered it
>Fortunately
>You must have been early because you were the only one here
>You look at the O and O books on the table dejectedly
>Maybe you could re-learn the rules before everyone show?
>You pick up the rulebook and start to read
>You can still read at least
>But only at like a kindergarten level
>You have to spell out some of the big words and it takes forever
>This doesn't make any sense!
>You didn't feel any dumber
>But this rulebook was beyond your current reading level somehow
>Your only advantage, your intelligence was taken from you
>You were too scared to even try attempting any math 
>Even worse you know you used to be able to read this kind of stuff so easily!
>How could it become so difi- dificu..... hard?
“Heh, That's what she said”
>At least you had you sense of humor you suppose
>Wait why was that even funny?
“FUDGE”

>Be Anon
>What were you supposed to play now?
>You dejectedly look through the game room for something else for everypony to play 
>Great, they got you using their dumb lingo too
>Maybe you should go to your bed and brood or something
>Whatever 'brooding' was
>The whole 'remembering things but not understanding' thing was getting old
>Maybe you should get some proper revenge on those idiots?
>That unicorn seemed like he'd be a total wuss without his magic
>Oh wait last time you saw him he got hit with his own memory spell
>And that one mare who wanted to be your mom
>That had to hurt
>And you have no idea where that one guy who wanted to be your dad could be anywhere right now
>Maybe you should go punch that mare again
>This is a bad idea but you have nothing but your hatred of her to hold onto
>Your sense of self has been forcibly changed so much...
>You force yourself not to dwell on it
>You are still Anon
>Whoever that is
>You leave the game room and slowly trot your way back to the infirmary
>As you make a turn into another hallway Quick Serve notices you
>”Hey Anon where you going? The game room's the other way. We were going to play OaO today”
“I can't play today”
>”What?! Why not? You're the DM”
>You try your best not to sniffle
“I don't remember how to”
>”Huh?”
“Some jerk took away all my memories and I can't remember how to play anymore! I can't remember anything that even happened before I got here...  I don't even know who I am anymore”
>You wipe away the tears now forming as best you can with your forehoof
>”They took your memory? They only do that if you're getting adopted! I'll really miss you I'm sure you'll have a good new life”
“I don't want a new life! I want my old life back! Whatever it was”
>”Is starting over again really that bad? You even get to earn a cutie mark again!”
“My cutie mark?”
>Sure enough, the black question marks that were on your flank are gone, leaving only those stupid magic sticker things on your hide
>No real loss there honestly, what does a question mark even supposed to represent in a world were the picture on your butt is literally the manifestation of your entire being in one image?
“Huh, never noticed, I think I'm going to got to bed now”
>”It's not bedtime for a long time though, why would you want to go to bed so early”
“You can do other things on beds”
>”Like what?”
“Uhhmmmm....jumping?”
>What was that thing that was really fun in bed? You know it was pretty entertaining but nothing really comes to mind
>”Good point, jumping is fun, can I come with you?”
“No offence Quickie but I'd rather be alone right now”
>Oh, o-okay Anon, I guess I'm going to go play some board games, or whatever it is they do in the game room”
>Quick slowly starts trotting to the game room and you head towards the dormitories
>You getting mind wiped didn't bother her at all?
>She's probably just too young to understand why it's such a horrible thing
>As you go up the stairs and into your assigned bed you realize something
>This places punishments were really really dumb
>You go up another flight of stairs and into the room you were confined into for your first night here
>They punished you by giving you your own room and bathroom
>I mean sure the door locked on the outside, but still
>It's not like they'd let you starve or anything
>Probably
>You look at the lock on the door 
>Just a key lock, no dead bolts or anything
>Hmmm
>Idea!
>You run to the nearest classroom and get a roll of clear tape
>If you tape the door latch shut so that the door mechanism doesn't shut properly
>You apply the tape as needed
>You test your idea
>Success! 
>You do this to all the other solitary rooms, you never know which one they might put you in
>Now that you know you haven't potentially locked yourself in a room you go lie down on the bed
>Now what?
>You weren't tired, and it was just you, this room and your thoughts
>Well if you couldn't just escape and you didn't want to get adopted out. What was your goal now?
>Well you could probably pin this all on Strict Rules, the jerk who ran this place
>Jerk seems to be quite an understatement but no meaner terms really come to mind
>Mindwipes, not even once kids
>Well you probably couldn't beat her, and you definitely not going to just submit and be a good filly 
>Revenge
>Of course!
>If you could get some dirt on Strict about that child porn or whatever and get it to Summer she'd be ruined!
>And if that fails you could sneak up on her and beat the ever loving tar out of her
>From your experience unicorns aren't good at Cqc
>You really want a bandanna right now for some reason..
>Anyway if you were going to sneak into her office you were going to need some supplies and a plan
>The only thing in this room you can remove are the gray bed sheets
>You awkwardly fold the bed sheet and place it on your back as you leave for that abandoned classroom you got the tape from
>There might be something useful there
>You check in all the student desks
>Mostly old workpapers and writing tools
>Though you find a spool of what appears to be piano wire
>What
>You look around the classroom again
>Using the moonlight coming in through the windows you spot old piano in the corner and the battered instruments strewn around this used to be a music room
>How'd you miss that?
>And how'd it get so late?
>Whatever, you put the spool of wire in your mane and look through the rest of the room
>What even happened here though? This place looks like it was abandoned in a hurry judging by the state of the room and it seems like nopony has been in here for a long time
>And that weird brown stain on the floor by the teachers desk
>Oh yeah the teachers desk!
>Who knows what will be in this one this time!
>It even has a drawer labeled 'contraband'
>Neat, lets see what's inside
>It's locked, of course
“Dangit! There was probably some cool stuff in there too
>Even with the initial disappointment you carefully look through the rest of the rather large desk
>Other than some dried up ink pots and some music sheets there's nada
“Ah come on! Nothing?”
>You stomp a hoof angrily on the desk
“Gimme something to work with here for once!”
>You angrily stomp out to the hallway
>Just as you reach for the door, you hear a quiet 'click' and then a muck louder 'Clunk' from behind you
>You spin around
>You're still alone
>What the hay was that?
>The noise sounded like it came from the teachers desk
>Curiosity piqued you go back to investigate
>Oh sweet the contraband drawer opened up somehow
>You must have knocked something loose when you hit the desk or something
>Let's see what we got here
>The first thing you notice is  a ornate silver letter opener
>It has some crusty dark brown stuff on the tip and it seems really sharp
>Picking it up in your hoof feels weird as it shines in the direct moonlight ominously, but it seems far too useful to leave behind
>You wipe off the brown stuff on the desk and put it in it's little sheathe, which was right next to the letter opener and put it in your mane for safekeeping
>Let's see what else is in here
>Is that what I think it is?
>it is!
>A filly sized saddlebag full of various fireworks
>Sweet! 
>Now if only you had some-
>And a large box of matches
>How the hay did anypony even sneak all this stuff in here anyway?
>It's almost a shame the filly that had all this got caught, it seemed like she had something epic planned
>Almost, but her loss was your gain and you needed all the help you could get
>The rest of the drawer was just some kazoos, a few spitball straws and a whoopee cushion
>You take the whoopee cushion with you because why not 
>Satisfied with your findings you take one last look through the room to plan
>Jeez this room was creepy, better go back to your room
>A melodious childlike giggle seems to pass though your very being as you leave
>Must've been a voice carried by the wind or something