Anon Saves Equestria, er...

The brightness settings lower as you blink away the strained feeling in your eyes, before you finally look around. The sun is shining, the castle doesn't look so dreary anymore, and you're holding onto the horn of a really small horse. Wait, did that rainbow laser thing even hit you? Looking down, the only difference is that your plain white t-shirt is now tie-dyed, making you feel like a hippie. A dirty hippie who doesn't brush his teeth.

Apparently magic here still doesn't affect you the way some would hope. Looking back up to the six who tried killing you, you notice a severe lack of frustration at their failed attempt and a more surprised look. "Uh. What're you guys looking at? Something on my face?" You release the strange horse's horn and bring the hand up to your face to feel around. I mean... nothing feels different… Wait, is that a zit?

"Sup." Goddammit. Sunburn's back, and she’s mocking you with your limited human dictionary.

Before any of the horses that surrounded you could make any form of further conversation, you groan and begin walking away. Flipping off the group behind you before you pass through the giant door, you stray back into your mind. You thought saving the day would offer you some form of reward, like a painless death or a fucking army under your belt, but no. You got a royal pain in the ass and you lost the last bit of pancakes you'd have for the month.

Losing the last bit of pancakes was your fault, though. You threw them on the ground like a dumbass. Why didn't you just grab her horn with your other hand? Did you just forget you had it? "Oh, shut up." Still, it's better than pissing yourself, I guess. "I said shut up!" Really makes me wonder where your priorities are. "I swear to fucking God, I will end you." That's considered suicide. "Oh, I'm considering it alright." Jesus, butter up, will you? “Shut up, dammit!”