You sat in an oddly comfortable chair, whilst the rest of the ponies sat across from you. Understandably so, you did threaten each and every one of them that you would kill them at one point. Though, Luna herself attacked first, so you thought you were completely in the right. Yup, you're always right.

"Let's get things a little clearer. What is your name?" Celestia asked politely.

You had every chance to make up a stupid name. Something your own, and completely retarded. You had that choice- you had it, but you decided to go with a real answer. "Nobody calls me by my name much, but its Anon. Though, most just refer to me as Hunter."

"Why do they call you 'Hunter?'" Twilight, the purple horse that had blasted you earlier, asked.

"Because... I hunt. That's literally my job. I walk street to street, slaughtering every beast in my way. It ain't a job everyone can handle, that's for sure. But, I was oddly fond of it. We Hunters are a dying breed though. Yharnam needs more of us, or else the night will last forever."

Applejack looked at you strangely. "This.. Yarn..ham... is your home?"

"Yeah. And, even with those beasts roaming the streets, massacring everybody in their path, even with the streets being stained with blood, I still love it. I don't really know why. Most hate it, but I can't stand to go without killing a few beasts. It's for my own good, after all."

The group of ponies sitting in front of you were a little disturbed, you could tell. You could understand why, you weren't completely dumb. You had guessed that this world was more peaceful than Yharnam, and you guessed right. Casual talk of slaughtering, or killing is considered crazy. That's probably how they think of you. You didn't really disagree, though.

"Twilight has informed me that you look like a human. A species that she has encountered in another world. It mirrors this one, but in a different species, and different ideologies. Do you think that you're from the same place?" Celestia asked, still studying you from head to toe.

"I don't think so. She wouldn't survive a day in Yharnam, and honestly, you all don't seem too informed about what these beasts really are. Or, what I'm even talking about half of the time." You said, reaching for something in your pocket, which gathered you strange looks. You pulled out a white bottle, with strange red markings all over it and a red liquid. You popped the cap open, and sipped it casually, leaning back in the chair.

"What's that?" Luna asked.

"Blood cocktail."

"What?!" The entire group almost said at once, staring at you as if you were mad. You simply shrugged, taking another sip of that oh so delicious blood. It was mainly used as a distraction tool for beasts, but when you didn't have anything to do, it made for a good drink. Too bad it wasn't potent like the last few you used before getting here.

"What? Yharnam produces more blood than alcohol. It's more... how should I put it, intoxicating? Haven't any of you been paying attention? Yharnam runs off of blood production. Hell, that whole world ran off of blood. Everything was related to the red stuff. So what if I want to sip it on my days off? It's good. Don't knock it until you try it."

They gave you a disgusted look while you continued to drink. It was actually quite funny.

"Well..." Celestia started, trying to switch the subject. "As long as you can agree to not hurt anypony, then you'll find yourself in a safer place than the one you were in. No bloody streets, and no ghastly beasts like the ones I witnessed with you."

"Then whats the point of me being here? I'm a hunter, remember? If I ain't got nothing to hunt, I don't got a reason to live." You said flatly. "The feeling of being completely covered in that crimson juice is something else. It's a rush. It makes you feel more powerful, more steady in your shoes, and way more confident in your ability. I live for that feeling."

"Please, stop talking, or I'll have to refer you to the psychiatric ward." Luna said.

You shrugged. "I'm not going to lie to you as long as you don't lie to me. Now, tell me, is there any way you can get me back? The Hunters Mark doesn't work, which gives me hardly any hope. It should work anywhere, even in different realities."

"Hunters Mark?" The white one asked.

You hated explaining yourself, so you summed it up. "I look at it, I place it on my head, boom, I'm home."

"Interesting. A form of teleportation." Celestia said. "Sadly, I must inform you that we wouldn't be able to find a way to get you to your home anytime soon. Let's say it is possible; it'd take a couple of weeks to figure it out. If it isn't possible, you're permanently stuck here. Either way, you're spending some time with me and my subjects. Please, treat them nicely, or I'll have to intervene."

You laughed. "You horses really aren't all that intimidating, I hope you know. Seriously- the whole stern talking thing? Doesn't work, at all. You'd have more luck sticking a sword in my fa-" You were cut short when a sabre was pointed directly in your face. You cracked a half-smile underneath your mask.

"Does this suit your style?" Luna asked with a smug grin, obviously thinking that she had done the job.

"A little better. Still, not as intimidating. Death is only scary when you want to live. Thankfully, I lost that." You said with a light chuckle. The sabre was slowly retracted from your face, and they horses all gave you strange looks once more. You were truthful though. You loved killing beasts in Yharnam, but you'd honestly not care if you died. You had gone on too long in a purgatory-like state of being where all you had was pure carnage consuming the world. It was glorious, but it was getting boring.

That's why you smiled before Gehrman beheaded you. You gave it all you had, and still ended up at the bottom. If that wasn't symbolic, you didn't know what was. It fit the universe you were born into. A bleak, depressing world that did everything it could to put you at your lowest. And, you had to admit, it did a fine job.

"You're dangerous, that much is known. My guards obviously need to be reviewed individually, so I can't rely on them. The only ponies I can rely on are Twilight and her dear friends. Who'm you will be staying with, to keep a close eye on while you're here, until it's proven without a doubt that you won't hurt anypony."

You weren't planning on killing any of them, but the audacity of them to let what they think is a killer bunk with one of their students, and think its a good plan, is beyond you. Even you knew that would've been a stupid idea, and you're you! Atleast you'd get some entertainment out of it. The little lizard you had kidnapped for a mere five seconds seemed to be quite scared of you already. You were going to have fun with that.

"W-What? P-Princess, I don't know if that's a good idea... I have class, and other thin-"

"Take him with you then. I trust you'd be able to handle the situation if it went awry, hm?"

Wow. You seriously couldn't understand what the hell giant white horse was thinking. Seriously, letting you, a mass murderer (in their eyes) bunk with their student, who had classes, and also allow said mass murderer to attend the classes with said student. Holy shit, how had this little kingdom of theirs not fallen yet?

You felt something tug at your right shoulder, to which you turned to it. A flying blue horse was in front of you, who then attempted to pull your mask down. You immediately responded with a slap to her face, sending her to crash on top of the table. In a instant, you turned to the two big horses. "She started it."

"We're aware." Luna said plainly.

"Good. Nobody touches me. I'll take the mask off when I want to."

"Princess- You can't be serious... This isn't a good idea! He'd definitely scare off the students."

"Ah-ah-ah, Twilight. Think of it this way. Think of all the... experiments."

The wording of that sentence didn't strike you to be anything good. Twilight had immediately turned from fear and confusion to a starry-eyed look. As if she was pondering all the wonderful things she could do to you. Wait, it's not as if, she definitely IS! "Hey! I'm not letting you test on me like a lab-rat."

"We won't allow such a thing. We're more interested in your various items you carry with you."

"And that outfit-" The smaller white one said. "It's stylish, yet... disgusting."

"Aren't you naked? Why the hell are you judging what I wear?" You said, gesturing to your clothes. "This is the finest hunter wear in all of Yharnam, thank you very much. It breathes well, it allows good flexibility, and the look you get when all that lovely crimson juice spills onto it-"

"Didn't I tell you before, dear Anon, to not speak of such things?" Luna said, her face unamused. You pointed at her.

"Shut up. You can't tell me what to do. You haven't experienced it. Until you do, you can't say anything! Hell, you won't even drink a little bit of blood-" You said before slipping some more of that juicy red stuff down your throat. It tingled slightly as it made its way down, the pungent taste being left in your mouth. You responded after the sip with an "Aaahh~"

"Now, I urge you all to go and get ready. The train leaves for Ponyville in a mere twenty or so minutes. Please, make haste. I'd rather have him out of here as soon as possible. The nobles, i'm sure, have not liked your presence, Anon."

"Okay...? Please, enlighten me on why I should care."

Celestia stayed silent.

"Alright, you rainbow horses, let's get to that train. The sooner I get to a bed, the better I'll feel."

"Wait-" Applejack interrupted. "-aren't there only enough bedrooms for the seven of us?"

Uh oh.

Author's Note

A Cocktail A Day Keeps The Ludwig Away

Oh, and this has stayed on featured for quite some time now, not even moving from its place. How long do you all think it'll last up there?

I've never seen my notifications go past 50. But, today, it was at 88.

That's a lot.

Thank you guys, and if you like what you see here and want something more serious, please, go check out my other stories. You might find something else to your liking as well. I hope I've entertained sufficiently.

'Til the next chapter, dear Hunters.