“So, what do you want to do today, Anon?”
Your lips curled into a smile as you looked over at your Fiancé. The sunlight reflected off of her dark blue coat perfectly, and despite the fact that she was the Princess of The Night, the smile she wore could light up a whole room.
You are Anon, and you are happy. You have been for a while. Ever since you arrived in Equestria all those years ago, life hasn’t been the same. You got friends, you got a job, you met the love of your life.
Granted, at first she hated you, but that’s how most love stories go, right?
You moved a hand from under the blanket and onto the side of her head, rubbing it softly. She cooed at that, and you could feel yourself falling in love all over again.
You see her every day, you interact with her all the time, you talk to her multiple times every hour.
..But it never gets old. SHE never gets old. You can look into her eyes for years, boop her muzzle for decades.
And you’re pretty damn sure your heart would kick-start every time.
“I don’t know,” you said, answering her previous question. “What if we just.. stayed in bed?” You suggested, shrugging your shoulders slightly. You didn’t wanna get up today.
Chuckling softly, she lowered her eyelids. “You say that every morning.”
“Well, maybe I want to do it every morning.” You stated, crossing your arms.
She shook her head, and kissed you on the nose. “I love you, Anon. But we have to get up.”
“Nooo...” you say, burying your face into the pillow. This is the usual morning ritual.
“Come on, honey.” She said, removing the blanket from herself and exiting the bed.
She walked over to your side and poked your head with a hoof. Daintily, yes, but you know she could do it harder if she wanted to. She could totally kick your ass, actually.
But that just makes her more sexy in your eyes.
She pat harder, trying to get your attention. “Anon.”
You groaned, and she began to rub your head softly. A circular motion, which began to slowly calm you.
She hadn’t put on her regalia yet, so it was a wonderful feeling. A soft hoof on your soft head.
Your mother used to do this a lot when you were growing up. To this day, it still feels like heaven. You missed your mom, sure.. but Luna knows how to make it all up.
She removed her hoof and kissed you, rubbing a little bit afterward before walking over to her closet and pulling it open. She needed to get ready, and so did you.
Sighing, you sat your head up and slunk out of bed. You stretched, putting your arms above your head and yawning.
You pulled open your dresser and picked out some boxer briefs, jeans, and a t-shirt. Your average clothing. The daily fit. The grind getup.
The Maids and Butlers around the castle called it “abhorrent”, but Lulu called it “cute and unique”.
Guess who you listened to?
Walking up behind her as she pat one of those makeup pads on her cheeks, you put your head in her neck as you hugged her tightly. She hugged you back as her horn took over the job of makeup.
“Anon, I have a question.” She said, turning towards you as she broke out of the hug.
Slightly confused, you responded, “Yeah?”
What could she need? So much so that she has to get your undivided attention for it?
“What makes you snap?”
..snap?
Raising an eyebrow, you began to ask, “What do you mean, snap?”
“What makes you snap.” She asks again, more forceful this time.
“I heard that, but what does it-“
“Snap back to reality? What makes you snap back to reality?”
“Snap back to-“
Your head began to hurt, and you felt weightless.
“Anon?”
...
Your eyes fluttered open as you lay in bed.
Your alarm was going off, and you sat up quickly to turn it off.
“Luna-“ you began to ask, turning your head towards her side of the bed.
Nothing.
Just.. an empty bed.
Shaking this off, you got up. Maybe she got ready for work early?
Walking over to something based purely on instinct, you turned on the light in your dark room. That was weird, but that wasn’t your only concern.
Quickly, you began to realize that you were no longer in the castle.
You were in.. a dingy bedroom.
You left the bedroom and walked to the living room. A dead rat waited for you on the coffee table. That is fucking.. gross.
Wow. You can say that.
But, back on track, this isn’t a castle. Where’s Luna?
Where’s your love? Your soulmate? The one you want to spend your life with?
You walked around the house, calling her name. Where is she?
You opened up your bathroom, and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
Your skin was a tan, peach color. Your beard hardly shaved and quite patchy. Your hair moppy and unkempt, quite greasy too. You clearly hadn’t showered in a few days, or hell, combed it. EVER.
Who is this guy?
Anon has green skin, no beard and no hair.
Your..
your name isn’t Anon.
His name is Robert.
Robert held his head in his hands as it all began to sink in.
He wasn’t in Equestria. He didn’t have a question mark for a face. He didn’t have a fiancé. He didn’t have a love.
He was an office worker, with no family and no friends. An office worker with nothing.
Nothing at all.
His lip quivered, and he went back to his bedroom.
He walked over to the bed and reached underneath, pulling out a black case. He opened up the latches and pulled out the object inside.
Letting a tear fall onto it, he wiped his eyes before continuing with his goal. He grabbed the other object it came with and popped a small, brass piece into it. He put this combination of objects into the bigger object,
And he pulled back the top.
“It’s not..”
“It’s not worth it.” He muttered.
It’s really not.
Putting the object in his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat, he had one thought before he pulled the trigger.
I’ll be with you soon, Luna. My love.
BANG
Author's Note
Why did I write this?
saw the funny mem
