Anon had woken up in a white room strapped down by leather straps in a hospital bed. He assumed he had dreamed the entire incident and that he was back in Detroit.

"Well Anon ol' buddy ol' pal, guess it was just a dream... Hm, by the looks of it I've been strapped down to a hospital bed by who I would assume to be the Mafia and now I await a torturous, painful death by a few of the head's lackeys. Sweet Jesus above I friggin' HATE Detroit... Hell, that Fluttershy girl was nice, shame that she was simply a figment of my imagination. Didn't even get a chance to hug the little thing, Oh Dammit Anon shut up, talking like that get's you shot... Geez, what's taking them so long, my leg's are getting stiff." Anon shifted into a more comfortable position, impatiently tapping his index finger on the bed. He decided to shout to anyone nearby to get things in motion. "Hey knuckleheads! what's the hold up, you out there?"

"Please give me a moment sir!" The new voice said to Anon, and true to her word she entered through the door after a short moment.

She was a pony. "Good evening... Sir?"

"Yes I am a male, and why am I strapped down here like a psychopath?"

"I am terribly sorry sir but we were just being cautious, we have no idea who or more specifically what you are so in fear of you eating us we tied you down in case you were... Well, you know," The nurse pony seemed nice if a bit hot headed, but calling her 'knucklehead' probably wasn't making her day any brighter. Anon decided to speak up despite the situation of him being labeled to the ranks of a wild animal.

"Sooo... Mind untying my bonds?"

"I still don't know if your hostile, sir. How do I know your not trying to trick me?"

"Um, Pinky promise?"

The nurse looked at Anon like he'd just turned orange, with shock and utter disbelief. "How do know about the Pinkie Promise?

"Yeah! How do you know about a Pinkie Promise buster?" A pink pony with a mess of curly dark pink hair and large suspicion-filled blue eyes joined the conversation by poking her head through a very small crack in the window. When Anon saw the impossible act he had to blink his eyes a few times to make sure she was real.

"How the hell are you doing that!?"

"Doing what?"

The pink pony smiled and blinked a few times in an effort to feign innocence or, more than likely not, she was actually blinking in genuine innocence. Whatever her game was Anon didn't feel like playing, especially with a Fruitcake like her. "You know what? Screw it, I can already tell this place is gonna give me a few therapy sessions in the future so I'll just go with it."

"Oh c'mon Anny, that's no fun for the readers!"

"Readers? Look I'm not sure if your a patient here in the psychiatric wing or your hallucinating from the lack of blood going through your neck but I sure as hell don't see any-"

"Hi readers! I'm Pinkie Pie the superest, bestest party pony in all of Ponyville! Sorry I can't throw you guys and gals a party since my inter-dimensional doo-hickey's been on the fritz for a while now-" in the background you could see Anon slip his arm out of his restrains and tap the nurse's shoulder, Anon pointed at his head with his index finger and made circles giving her the universal signal for 'that person's crazy', she simply rolled her eyes as if this wasn't the first time she's had to deal with this. "-but that's not why I have your attention, I need your help readers. Use your godly power to help me make Anon smile, can you help me do that?"

Shortly after this 'Pinkie Pie' nut-job was done chatting with whoever these 'readers' were a muffled buzzing could be heard, Pinkie pulled a walkie-talkie from her mane and held it up to her ear then a voice came from the speaker. "Stay frosty Football Bat, we gotta Helo five klicks from here with a toy box, over."

"Thanks Rotorhead, so how's that latrine queen doin'?"

"You mean that newbie? He's probably up to his knees in officer's candy, hell rumor's been going around sayin' the higher ups've sent him to find a left-handed monkey wrench for shits and giggles!"

"Hah! Poor rookie, well take it easy on him Rotorhead, Football Bat over n' out!"

"Ten four, Football Bat," The speakers shut down, then moments later a large box plummeted through the ceiling spreading drywall throughout the room. The lid slowly opened up but once it was fully open nothing happened, until a spring-loaded pie shot out and hit Anon in the face, smearing blueberry mush and pie crust all over his face and chest. Yep, Anon could already tell he would need more than just a few therapy sessions once he got out of this funny farm. He could even see the remorse in the nurse pony's eyes along with lots of confusion. Pinkie, now out of her window crack, climbed up and sat on Anon's chest. She simply stared at him with a small smile on her face like that of a curious child, she eventually spoke to the disturbed Anon while keeping eye contact unbroken and unintentionally unnerving.

"How ya doin'?"

"Um... Good, I guess?"

Pinkie continued to stare at Anon without saying another word, so he spoke to Pinkie this time "Sooo... Didn't you say something about a Pinky Promise?"

"Hmm... Oh yeah, I almost forgot!"

Pinkie then recited a cute little tune that activated the forbidden ritual 'Cross my heart, hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in my eye' while preforming the appropriate actions to match the song. Anon just laid there with a strange look. "That's not a Pinky promise."

"Yes it is, silly Anny. Now repeat that song and promise not to eat her!"

"No, I'm pretty sure a pinky promise involves the pinky finger in some way," Anon held up his hand and wiggled the smallest finger out of the four, leaving out the thumb because it's not a finger. Pinkie stared in awe at the small appendage as it flexed and moved on it's own.

"Oooh, I see,-" Pinkie poked Anon's Pinky finger with her hoof, a bit of hesitation on preforming the action "-you meant pinky with a 'y' instead of an 'ie', my mistake."

Pinkie suddenly froze up for a moment, which honestly scared Anon even more so than her crazy antics. Then with the sheer speed of a bullet train she rushed out the door leaving a dust cloud that matched her shape. If Anon had any sort of reason left in him after that crazy encounter it was all taken by pinkie logic and repeatedly beaten up in a parking lot, so while reason was recovering in the little metaphorical hospital inside Anon's head the brain simply gave orders to just roll with it.

"Can you unbind me, now?"

The nurse removed the straps from Anon without saying a word, he sat up and rubbed the strap marks waiting for his blood to flow back through his legs.

"Thanks doc, so how did I end up here anyway?"

"The librarian Twilight Sparkle brought you here after you knocked yourself out, you didn't hurt yourself too badly since the worst thing you got was a nasty bump on the head. You can leave anytime you want, now if you'll excuse me sir." The nurse brought Anon's clothes to him and stepped out , not to give him privacy but rather because she had a job to do. He locked the door and changed out of the hospital gown, or as he called them the sick man's assless chaps, and put on his suit and fedora. A thought had entered his mind questioning why pony hospitals actually had a gown his size considering the average pony only measured up to his waist, but his mind simply disregarded the thought because this world brought up enough questions as it is. Once he was dresses he thought about how he was gonna find this Twilight pony, well what better way than to ask around?

If anyone were around of course, since the streets were yet again void of ponies.

"Geez, if I didn't know any better I'd assume this town was abandon," The only clue Anon had to finding the pony in question was that she was a librarian, so obviously he had to find a library!

"Let me just take out my handy dandy map here aaaand... oh, it's actually close by." Anon followed the map and came to the doorstep of a large tree, with a sign reading 'Golden Oaks Library' next to the door. Anon knocked on the door and a purple pony answered his call. Her face had an astonished look since she was met by Anon's groin so naturally she looked up with that same face.

"C-can I help you?"

"Hello, I'm looking for a Twilight Sparkle? A pony named Fluttershy told me to come to you saying you could get me home." The pony gave Anon a surprised look and hesitantly invited him in, Anon guesses she knew Fluttershy so if Anon knew Fluttershy than he was cool with Twilight.

"So where are you from, sir?"

"Well, it's quite a story," Anon told her of how he got here and all the chaos that followed up until now, even the bits with Pinkie were mentioned in high detail. As Anon finished up, Twilight had started writing a note using her magic.

"You arrived because you were struck by lightning, are you sure you didn't just hit your head really hard?"

"Twilight as much as I'd like that to be true I'm afraid I'd be lying if I said I just hit my head, so can you help me?

"Well I can't help, but I know somepony who might be able to. Spike!"

A large lizard ran into the room which Anon assumed to be this Spike fellow. He took the note and breathed green flames igniting the paper. The ashes turned into dust and flew out the window, reminding Anon of the smoke coming from the occasional crack house he'd pass by while in Detroit... God he hated Detroit.

"Oh, um if wouldn't mind Mr. Anonymous-"

"Please Twilight, call me Anon." He politely interrupted.

"Anon, if you wouldn't mind could I peer into your subconscious? It's just so I can get a look at your previous life and where your from-"

"Sure."

"-but I understand if-wait what?"

"Go ahead Twilight, I got nothing to hide. Just watch where you look, my world is different from yours." Anon warned her with a serious face, and for more than an acceptable reason. I mean really, he lived in Detroit! That's the last place you would take a pony, even glue factories are a more suitable place for colorful ponies than Detroit! So with caution Twilight's horn started to glow a soft purple and she entered his mind, her eyes glowing white signaling her magic was in effect. It was a good five minutes before the glow receded and as soon as it did her face showed a look of utter shock, like she just looked into a back alley in Detroit... oh wait, that's exactly what she looked into but with more!

"How do you live there? I've never seen a place so... so horrid!"

"Um, yeah I know it's horrible but it's not THAT bad."

"Sorry Anon, it's just... well who would ever want to live in such a crime-filled city?"

Anon had thought about that a bit and she actually made a very valid point, why would he want to go back to getting mugged every other week when the gods above are giving him a chance for a better life here in pony land? "Your right, Twilight. Why would I want to go back to that crap hole? I could definitely get used to living here but this town's populous is sort of low, almost desolate."

Twilight looked up at Anon questioningly. "Desolate? Oh, this again. Don't worry Anon they're just new to you. Anyways, I sent a message to our princess and hopefully she replies back to me soon. It's getting late though, do you have a place to stay overnight?"

"Nah, unless you wouldn't mind housing a poor little human for the night?"

Twilight giggled at Anon's little begging bit and levitated a pillow and blanket to him. "I got a spare bed in the basement or you can sleep on the couch, which ever feels comfortable for you."

"Heh, thanks Twi. Good night then, " Anon tried the less ominous couch option first and found it comfy enough to catch some Z's, and catch Z's he did as he sailed through the world of dreams...

Author's Note

Sorry Detroit, I couldn't help myself. To any of you bronies in Detroit please find it in your hearts to forgive an idiot like myself, I know your city isn't a crime infested train wreck... well, I hope not at least. One last thing, you probably noticed this chapter came out somewhat quick right? Well consider it a gift to all you beautiful bronies from yours truly, but don't expect the others to come out as soon as this one did, I plan on one chapter per week at least... roughly once per week.