Madness of Anonymous

Chapter: 2

You're awoken by a variety of sensations, none too pleasant. A beam of sunlight happened to be staring into your eyes, explaining your hands flailing in the air to stop the ray's assault. Slipping from your chair, you land with a "thud" onto the wooden floorboards. Your pale hand rises slowly and begins to rub the ache on your head. Your eyes snap open to witness the sight of your newest pet, Albert, lazily skittering around on the living room's coffee table whilst staring at you with his blank red eyes. All four, though, since he was what this world deems a large spider. Long black limbs sprawled across the table's glass as he approaches you, his eyes always seemed angular and angry even when he's happy. What's strange is that he has no noticeable mouth visible on his grey furry body, which also lacks segmentation known in Earth's spiders. Strange.

Doing a small dance of joy, the furry arachnid leaps from the table and onto your shoulder before latching onto your face with it's spindly limbs and snuggles your cheek with it's grey body. Laughing, you lift the spider off your shoulder gently before setting it down on the ground in front of you. Albert looks at you dejected before you ruffle through the grey fur of his main body which causes a faint squeak to emanate from the spider.

"I'm just going to get cleaned up, I'll be back in a second." You say to the arachnid before rising from the ground and heading upstairs to your bedroom.

Your hand brushes against your bedroom door before you lightly push it open, the dim light from behind you illuminating the room. Stepping towards the bedroom window, you open up the curtains to light up the room before opening the window panes to allow fresh air to enter the room. Sighing, breathing in the fresh morning air, you turn and open up your wardrobe for fresh clothes. Scanning through, you find a fresh suit and pull out all the clothing before setting them onto the bed. Satisfied with your choice, you shut the wardrobe's doors and head back downstairs with your clothing in hand. Continuing on through the living room, you eventually make your way to your downstairs bathroom. Opening the door, you enter the plain white room and head over to the large bath dominating the room with it's large size. Using your free hand, you turn the warm and cold taps on to fill the bath with water. Setting the clothing down on a clothes rack, you go through your regular morning routine by brushing your teeth with the strange tasting hay toothpaste before using the toilet. Once you've completed your routine, the bath is filled with water of a soothing temperature and you're ready to clean yourself up.

You carefully remove your clothing before stuffing the garments into a basket to be cleaned later, you then also peel off the bandages covering your stomach. You admire the faint scaring left behind from the wound, noting how useful healing magic is when used in hospitals. Lifting up a thin yet long leg, you step into the bath before laying down completely to submerge your body but leaving your head out of the water. You scrub your stomach to remove the small patches of dried blood before running some water through your messy black hair. Scooping up some more water, you splash it onto your face to wake you up some more. Slowly opening your eyes as the water drips off your face, your eyes snap open as they spot a yellow and pink form outside the bathroom's window.

The form is question is that of a butter-yellow pegasus with pink hair, her wings flexed upwards in what must only be a sign of arousal. A bright blush dominates the yellow of her cheeks, and you can feel a blush of your own forming, but out of anger. Flinging your hand from beneath the warm water, you flip her off before yelling a string of obscenities at her. Her drooping eyelids snap open as she comes out of her trance, and she lets out an "eeep!" before shooting away. You let your hand leave it's vulgar state, and rub the open palm across your face in frustration. Sighing, you exit the bath before unplugging the drain and drying yourself with a black towel as a knock on your front door reaches our ears. Huffing, you wrap the towel around your waist to cover yourself before exiting the bathroom to answer the knocking. Once you enter the living room, Albert leaps onto your shoulder and hugs your face from atop your shoulder once more. Chuckling, you begin to lazily scratch his grey fur with a pale spindly finger. Reaching the door, you unlock it before pulling the door open. On your porch is the last pegasus you expected to see, Derpy. Her grey coat has her mailbag strapped across it with some letters poking out of it. Her golden eyes looks up to yours (though one is staring into your eyes and the other is looking to the spider on your shoulder). Seeing Albert, she visibly shudders which ruffles the letters inside the mailbag.

"Hey Anon! That's a strange parrot!" She greets happily. Albert visibly recoils onto his back four legs, the front four in the air in a mock bipedal-stance. He places one of his front legs against his chest in an insulted gesture. You turn your head and continue scratching him with a single digit to calm him, which works as he pushes his grey furry body into the digit as it scratches through his grey fur.

"Hello Derpy. Just remember that Albert isn't a parrot, he's a spider." You reply in a monotone voice. "What brings you here?" You ask.

She gives you a nervous look at your lifeless response before ruffling through her mailbag, one eye focusing on your towel and subsequently your groin area as a faint blush appears on her grey furry cheeks. You give a loud, fake cough to snap her out of her daze. Her blush grows in intensity, but only in embarrassment, as she re-focuses on finding what must be a letter for you. Her snout, re-emerging from the bag, has quite a few letters in it's possession. Handing them over to you she waves goodbye before stepping off your porch.

"...I wish you'd put a muffin in my oven... You hear her whisper faintly as she trots away.

"What was that?" You ask her, though you already know what she said. She squeaks, probably due to the anger lacing your tone faintly, before she flies away quickly.

Sighing, you shut the door before setting the letters onto the coffee table. You take one glance at the first letter at the top of the small pile. The name of whoever wrote it reads: "Ponyville General Hospital", causing you to groan as you realise you're screwed before you even open it. I bet they'll send a pony over here telling you how you "Need to stay for a couple days to make sure you're fine" which will probably result in a "Check up" from Nurse Red heart. When you say "Check up", you make air-quotations since these "Check ups" entail Nurse Red Heart groping you for however long she's alone. Great.

You huff in agitation before setting Albert onto his small house. His house was a birdhouse you built out of dark spruce wood with birch wood details to create contrast between the white birch and the darkness of the spruce. The details were a spider web pattern which is present on each side of the cube, the entrance being a large circle so Albert could fit his grey body and black limbs through. Albert didn't have any food or water bowls since, strangely, he never needs to eat or drink and seems to never lose energy though he still sleeps when he wants to.

After setting the arachnid into his home, you continue on to return to your bathroom. The water in the bath had been completely drained out, but your eyes turn from it to the clothes rack to claim your clothing. Pulling on your trousers, you begin to cover your legs in garments such as your boxers, socks and shoes. With your lower-body clothed, you wrap yourself in your shirt before  buttoning it up and finally equipping your blazer to complete your suit. Fully clothed, you head over to a mirror and brush your unkempt hair into a more neater and slick form. Noticing the slight scruff of facial hair visible on your cheeks, you grab your shaver and remove the offending hairs and pouring some water from the sink onto your hands. Then, you wipe the water onto your face to completely remove the hair to leave your face smooth and pale in the light above. You run a hand across your throat once you spot the faint cut from the night prior, so you gather some water into your hand and wash the small wound to clean it. Dabbing a small towel onto your face and neck, you exit the bathroom and enter the kitchen.

Hearing your stomach rumble loudly, you slide some toast into the toaster and sit yourself on your living room chair. Lifting the hospital letter from the coffee table, you recline into your chair and open the envelope. Tugging the letter from it's envelope, you scan your eyes across the paper and, unsurprisingly, you notice that it's just as you expected. A letter asking for you to return to the hospital for a quick check up to make sure you're fit enough to leave the hospital. Yeah, not happening. You toss the letter onto the coffee table and instead just grab all the unopened envelopes. Two gain your interest, but nothing more than that. One of the pair had Princess Celestia's royal seal and the other had Princess Luna's royal seal. Both seemed to be invitations for a meet-up at a Canterlot restaurant owned by your good friend Fancy Pants. You met the guy when you visited Canterlot a couple months back at a café. Seemed a decent enough type, so you then met his other buddies who also seemed pretty rich too. You spoke with them for a bit and they seemed interested in making a deal with you. It was that you would draw or paint art of things from your world and then sell them for quite some money to Fancy Pants and his buddies so that they could have paintings and drawings of completely alien things which they could sell on. Later on, this trade just entailed you drawing what you wanted and they still gave you quite a hefty sum, since you were making so much money for them. Something about how your hands were the most useful limbs when it came to art, and that even the races with hands similar to yours didn't have the same skill. You don't mind as long as you get some form of income for it, though you like how you get money from going onto hills and painting the landscape with a cool breeze blowing through your hair and warm air surrounding you.

Setting the two royal invitations aside, you spot a letter from Fancy Pants himself. Opening the envelope, you find that he had sent an invitation for a meet-up in Canterlot, with a first-class ticket for the train included. And he's also wrote to meet him at the same restaurant you met his friends at. With a grin, you place the letter into your blazer's pocket and seal the ticket into your trouser pocket. Standing up, you turn to Albert who watches you curiously.

"Albert, make sure to let Sebastian inside when he returns." You say, more joyful than how you spoke to Derpy. Albert then gives you a mock-salute with one of his black legs before scuttling further into his house.

The sound of the toaster's alarm rings out, so you run into the kitchen and grab the two slices of toast as they shoot out of the toaster and into the air. Grabbing a knife and some butter, you smear the butter across the toast before eating it quickly. On your way out, you grab a large pouch of bits from the coffee table and tuck it into your blazer's inner pocket. With your long legs, your steps eat away the distance between the living room and the door until you open up the door, locking it, before joyfully leaping off your porch once you get into a run towards the train station. You manage to reach the roads leading into Ponyville in your mad dash across the town. Step by step, you feel your heart hammer in your chest as you grin madly at the prospect of going to Canterlot. You were always a fan of the city, and many of the paintings you sold included it. Mostly because of your love of the city's appearance and also because many of the buyers who would buy your art also lived in Canterlot.

You reach the final road leading to the train station, and you can see your "friends" walking towards it slowly. Even the perverted pegasus from this morning was with them, and even the groping tailor unicorn. You shake your head as you continue to barrel onwards towards the station. Once you're close to the wooden platform, your speed decreases into regular walking as you calm our heart down. Straightening out your shirt, you take a seat on one of the many train station benches as you await your train. Seated comfortably, you unfold Fancy Pant's letter from your pocket and also the train ticket. Reading through them again to pass the time, you soon notice a magenta aura wrap around the letter as it's lifted from your possession. Infuriated, you look up with cold eyes at the thief, who happened to be a lavender unicorn.

"Are you going to Canterlot as well?" Twilight asks happily.

"Yes, I am." You say coldly as you snatch the paper from her magic and tuck it into your pocket. You seal the train ticket into your trouser pocket, just to be safe.

She gives you a hurt expression, but you keep your face stoic and emotionless as you cross your arms and look to the train's arrival times. Reading them leads you to thank whatever deity is watching over you under your breath, as you see that the train will arrive in five minutes. Applejack trots up beside Twilight's downtrodden form, before the orange Earth Pony turns to look at you before chuckling quietly. You respond with a hateful glare.

"Well, that's sure a fancy suit!" She says in that typical redneck voice.

"Well, that's sure a dumb hat!" You reply in a mocking tone.

She looks taken aback before snorting steam through her nostrils. Spinning around, she prepares to buck you with her hind legs. You raise your shoe from off the ground and kick her roughly in the flank. She cries out in pain before rolling forwards, off the platform, and comes to a stop with her head buried in the dry mud in front of the train station. Her friends cry out and run to her aid as Twilight turns back to you in horror, as you watch Applejack buck blindly into the air whilst laughing hysterically. Hearing the train approaching, you stand up and head over to it whilst giggling. With one shoe on the train's steps, you turn around and give a mock salute to the group as you board the train. Applejack could only watch, dazed, with her hair full of dry earth. Once inside, you head to the first-class area and sit down calmly.

"Ticket please." Asks the train conductor.

"Here." You reply joyfully as I hand him my ticket, before he stamps it and hands it back as he leaves to take tickets from other passengers.

Looking down at your suit, you admire the black material with it's white details. The fabric is comfortable whilst being incredibly durable and stretchy to handle your agile movements. The white details were thin stripes which are stitched in a vertical pattern across the entire suit except your socks and shoes since they are pure black like your boxers. The stripes are close together so they are almost unnoticeable. Ordering a coffee from a passing cart, paying with a couple bits, you begin to sip idly on the beverage as the train begins to move. Hearing angry mumbling and hoofsteps, you see the group of six mares sit down in the seats on the opposite side of the train to you. You hear requests to talk to them now and again, but you just completely ignore them as you lean back in your chair and watch Canterlot approaching.