You awake in your royal chambers with a groan.

You hated mornings. It wasn't exactly the morning sun that was the issue, but rather what it represented. What used to be the ordinary glowing ball in the sky became a reminder of what you did for work, not that you wanted to do it. You blink your bleary eyes clear and look at the wall, the clock reading 7:00 a.m. You still had a good hour before you had to be heading out to your job, so you slowly sat up and got onto your feet.

You opened your drawer to find the same outfit you wore every day: a suit and tie. Somehow, the drawers were enchanted with some sort of bullshit magic to clean them every time you put them away. You didn't bother asking about it, since you would only get confused and probably be made to look like an idiot.

'Oh Anon, it's really simple! How do you not know?'

Ugh, you hated that purple horse. No matter where you went, she always had something new to say. Some new bullshit to spout to you about thauma... whatever it was. Most ponies you met on a day-to-day basis were really never a problem, but that one always seemed to get on your nerves. She was some kind of librarian, but she wandered the halls instead of the actual library itself. Oh, you couldn't wait for her to finally leave.

Princess or not, she was annoying, and you told it to her.

With the suit put on and your tie sitting loosely around your neck, you head into the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. It was pretty obvious that you had some heavy sleep deprivation. Luna had asked you to go get it checked out and maybe see to get some pills, but you weren't taking the chance of sleeping late accidentally with a boss like yours.

Who knows, maybe you'll get sent to the moon next time. You were not ready for that risk.

Not yet, anyways.

You turn on the sink and begin to wash your face thoroughly, rubbing the dark spots on your face as if it was going to get rid of them. You were still half-asleep, almost zombie-like in appearance. This was the regular morning routine that you had been doing for months now, ever since you had found yourself in this fucked up predicament. It was a wonder you hadn’t dropped dead from exhaustion yet.

What exactly happened again? Oh, right.

When Princess Celestia had turned into Daybreaker she turned out to be pretty alright. Well, as alright as one could be when they're being possessed by a crazed demon with an obscene hunger for sweets. With enough time, Daybreaker eventually began to serve in Celestia’s place as if nothing were wrong. Her manners and more aggressive tones certainly took some time for the public to get used to, but they eventually did.

However, that wasn't your issue with her. If nobody wanted to mess with the demon thing in Celestia, so be it! No, your story wasn't exactly something you had control over.

While out walking with Luna one night, Daybreaker had spotted you. Now, Celestia had seen you before, but Daybreaker herself had never seen you. And, once she laid eyes on you, she decided that you were going to be her new assistant. Not by asking if you would like to sign up for the job – not by going on Indeed.com and filling out a form, no – she straight up bought you.

What the fuck was wrong with this world?

Luna had certainly tried to come to your defense, but apparently there was nothing to be done about it. Daybreaker cited some old obscure law that you hadn't even paid attention to, as you were still focusing on resisting the urge to run away as fast as you could. You weren't going to be some pony's fucking slave! No, you were Anon! Sir Anonymous the Great, Leader of All Things Unholy, and...

Wow, you really were a loser, weren't you?

Ever since then you were forced to serve Her Majesty in any way that she asked. You were not a normal assistant – no. That's what she simply called you. You were, in all legal documents signed and presented, a mere slave to her. A slave, in which you had to abide by everything she asked you to do, no matter the consequences to your feelings or your health.

She could kill you, and it'd be like discarding property!

You glance up at the clock that sat on the bathroom wall. 7:32am. You must've spaced out for a while. You turned off the sink and walked back into your room. It was spacious; one of the most spacious rooms in the entire palace. You had your own gold-trimmed bed, with probably the fluffiest pillows and the comfiest mattresses in all the land. A dresser sat against the wall beside the bed, with a mirror as large as the wall itself. Multiple tables and chairs were set up about the room, guaranteeing that if you were to ever throw a party in here, there'd certainly be enough room for a couple dozen ponies.

All in all, it was heaven on earth. Well, Equis, on this occasion. Yet, you couldn't shake that dread that you still felt every night, and every morning. You would always wake up with a knot in your stomach that feared what she might force you to do that day, and when you went to sleep you couldn't stop your mind from racing about how you didn't want tomorrow to start.

Truly, God is cruel.

You didn't go through holy communion for this! Wasn't he supposed to be your Light and your Savior? Bread and Wine?!

You didn't listen to your family go on and on about the Body and Flesh of Christ, and his blood to finally live with eternal life given to you, just to be forgotten by him in your worst of times! You did better, right?! What did you do to make him forget you in such a time of need?

Sure, you bullied your coworkers a bit, but it builds character!

You might've stolen a couple snacks from the gas-station, but nobody was going to buy them anyways!

You ghosted most of your friends, but it's their fault for asking you to hang out on days you didn't feel like it!

...

Okay, maybe you understood just a tiny bit.

Taking another look up at the clock revealed that another twenty minutes had passed while you were thinking, giving you a five minute window to walk all the way to Daybreaker’s chambers and present yourself ready for the day. You made your way to the door, your hand hovering over the knob, slightly shaking. The knot in your stomach tightened more and more until you felt like you were going to puke; that same sour-taste building in your mouth like expired milk.

With hesitation, you pulled the door open.

Author's Note

This story will have short chapters that will (hopefully, no guarantee) be uploaded consistently.