Madness of Anonymous

Chapter: 3

"Please, Anon, what's wrong?!" Twilight screams.

For the entire trip, Twilight has been asking you this question with her emotions growing every time she asks. Of course, you've ignored her each time. Your face has been fixed in a scowl ever since she started, and it seems her little friends are reaching the end of their rope with you. Crossing your arms, you finally acknowledge Twilight.

"What do you want?" You ask coldly.

"Why are you being like this?!" She screeches.

"Why do you need to know? It's not like your my friends or anything." You reply with your eyes dead and emotionless.

A shocked silence fills the first-class area like a thick mist, Twilight's face frozen in horror and shock. You hear the comical sound of a balloon deflating, as you turn to the source of the sound you can see Pinkie Pie's face twisted into a deep frown with her hair lifeless and limply hanging down. Tears brew in the corner of her eyes before she erupts into full wails and begins to sob loudly onto the wooden floor. She suddenly latches onto your ankle with her pink hooves and begins to beg you to forgive her for whatever she did. She stares into your cold eyes with her teary blue ones before you fling her off your leg which sends her into the train's wall. Applejack rises from her seat with a fiery glare, dirt still in her hair from her previous encounter with you, before your own glare meets hers as she sits back down with angry mumbles.

You hear the train come to a stop at Canterlot's train station, which turns your deep frown into a mad grin as you dash for the door. Your fingers brush across the door handle, but you walk back to your table and grab your coffee. Once the cup was in hand, you go to down the remains before you feel a weak tapping on your thigh. Turning your eyes downwards, they meet the blue ones of the butter-yellow pegasus, Fluttershy. Frowning, you lean downwards until your face-to-face with her.

"What do you want?" You ask harshly.

"W-why aren't we your friends?" She asks nervously.

Your eyes scan over the group until they meet the magenta eyes of the rainbow maned pegasus, Rainbow Dash. She visibly recoils in fear from your gaze, shivering under your unnerving stare. Your face twists into a scowl as you slowly turn back to Fluttershy.

"Are you friends with her?" You ask, pointing a bony digit towards Rainbow Dash.

"W-well, yes. W-e'll a-always be her friend." She whimpers out.

You lean down further until your face is just inches from hers, your dead blue eyes staring deeply into her own blue eyes. Your scowl is deeper now, your face twisted into a frosty frown. The darkness around your eyes seems to steal all the light Fluttershy sees, the deep purple and back hanging beneath your eyes contrasts with the paleness of your skin. Your pupils slowly reduce in size until they are but pinpricks surrounded by white and blue. You mouth opens slightly as your scowl intensifies, revealing your marble-coloured teeth and pointed canines to the now weakly whimpering pegasus. Your mouth then slowly turns into a fake smile, more of a wicked grin, which still flashes your predatory teeth.

"I don't even want to know those who would befriend betrayers like her." You say, pointing at Rainbow Dash for emphasis.

Without a final word, you rise to your full height before drinking the remnants of your coffee. Once finished, you set the porcelain cup down on your table before exiting the train.  Breathing in the fresh mountain air, you begin whistling a jolly tune. Leaping into the air, your long legs allow you to jump from carriage to carriage as you head down a main road. Your pointed shoes allow your steps to be more precise as you leap across gaps whilst whistling. Your hands find their way into your pockets as you relax within the calming atmosphere of the evening's warmth, your mind clear of any thoughts regarding your past friends. A malicious joy fills your body as you chuckle at your earlier behaviour. Passers by give nervous glances as they see you.

Your eyes scan the street's establishments until you spot the restaurant you'll be meeting your new friends at. You head towards the two ponies at the door after removing your hands from your pockets, forming a better posture and smoothing your clothing. One is a unicorn stallion with a white coat and a golden helmet obscuring his mane. Along with the helmet is a set of golden hoof-guards and a gold chest plate with some segmentation. A solar guard? The other seems to be his opposite, with this pony being a bat-pony mare with a grey coat. Taking unnaturally long strides towards the door, you attempt to enter but the guards hold out a single one of their wings and intentionally block your path. Frowning, you take two small steps back and give a questioning look at the two guards.

"The Princesses are both here tonight. Don't do anything stupid and you'll be fine." They say together before retracting the wings blocking your path.

Giving a cold, obviously fake smile, you enter the restaurant and immediately spot the two large Alicorns. They both sit on separate tables, staring at each other in confusion.  Then they hear the door closing behind you and turn towards you before grinning excitably. Rolling your eyes, you scan the room for the group you REALLY came to see. Through the dim lighting, you spot the group of nobles seated in the corner of the room, filling the ambient air around them with hushed, secretive whispers. Quickly moving towards the table, greeted by the group in regular volume, you seat yourself on one of the red, comfortable seats made from some form of cloth. Resting your forearms onto the wooden table's top, you lean towards the centre of the table with your head slightly turned downwards. The dim candle light from above shadows your face, leaving only your mouth and it's predatory teeth revealed to the group.

"What's with the secrecy?" You ask in a whisper more akin to the hiss of a viper.

The group seems quite nervous, before leaning close to address the details.

"We have a, erm, job for you..." Says Fancy Pants in a shaky whisper.

"What kind?" You ask back.

They get a nervous look in their eyes, scanning the room for eavesdroppers, before leaning in closer.

"We need you to steal something from the Canterlot Archive's Forbidden Section." They all whisper in unison.