"Does that mean you can send me back?" Anon asked again. This time slower, giving each word their own spotlight. Twilight meanwhile tried her best to find the best way to explain the situation, the first time he asked was more sudden and with desperation. This time, this time he was demanding an answer.

Twilight sighed as she bit the bullet. Her reply was never going to be perfect, but Anon deserved to know something. The Alicorn lowered the floating parchment and quill to the table surface as she quickly collected her thoughts. "To be completely honest I have no idea." Twilight replied swiftly. The tips of her forehooves met as they rested on the table, idly rubbing against each other as she began constructing replies to Anon's inevitable barrage of questions.

Anon waited for more to follow from her response but when none came, he spoke. "Is that seriously all you're going to give me?" Anon questioned, gesturing towards the Alicorn. Clearly not happy with Twilight's response.

Said Alicorn gave a shrug, accompanied by an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry Anon. With these kinds of powerful spells, we have to be methodical in how we analyse, decode, piece together and test. If we skip a step or do one thing wrong, it could backfire horribly. Luckily we have the pony who coded the message so that portion of research has been sped up significantly. But from that point on it's just slow and steady." Twilight explains. Attempting to keep her answers short and almost bullet point like.

Before Anon could fire her another question, Twilight thought it's best to add onto her previous reply. "Astral has been working around the clock on this task with Starlight shortly after he regained consciousness, only taking breaks to eat and sleep, and to watch your fight with Mac. So please understand that while I'm here with you. We are still making getting you back home our first priority." Twilight shares, making it clear to Anon how serious they are taking it.

The human slouches, his hands rubbing his temples in a circular motion. "God today is just one thing after another." Anon comments with a groan.

Twilight gives an understanding smile as she neatens her stack of parchment. "Let's stop for today. You have already been pushed physically. I would like to avoid pushing you mentally as well." Twilight states as the parchment stack vanishes in a small puff of magic. She glances at the hanging clock on the other side of the room, its quiet ticking ignored until now. "It's still a bit early bit heading to bed might be a good idea. Give your body chance to recharge." Twilight suggests.

Anon does not reply, simply giving a light nod as he gets up and makes his way to the door. His previous energetic self seemingly lost, only a husk remaining. The human walked and stumbled through the vast hallways. His version blurring at the edges as the walls slowly moved and twisted.

Unknown to Anon, his body was overwhelmed with the prospect of returning to his world. While he felt excitement and joy to go ack home, it was accompanied by terror and dread. Until now, the closest thing to a shot of going home was a comatose unicorn and a voice in his head.

The one man responsible for Anon's shitty life. 'The boss' was a ruthless killer, willing to do whatever it takes to get his way. He was charismatic asshole and knew all the right buttons to push to make anyone do anything. Anon could only hope that he got to his family first.

The human opened his quarter's door, the dark room illuminated by the ambient lights from the hallway. The large bed he had woken from was made and was already occupied by a certain demon, for once in human form. She wore loose fitting shorts and a T-shirt, a large folded pile of clothes on a nearby dresser. Anon did not have the current mental capacity to find out where they came from. Instead, choosing to face plant, fully clothed onto the unoccupied side of the bed. His mind filling with static as the soft bed enveloped him.

The feeling of his clothes and the bed he laid upon slowly disappeared. His thoughts and mental stress melted as his consciousness faded. Not long after, Anon fell into a deep slumber.

The human's mind twisted and turns as different thoughts and ideas shifted through his minds, until he was interrupted by something hard hitting the side of his head. He quickly raised his head, a hand placed over his temple.

His ears were filled with children talking and laughing, buses revving as they warmed up the cold interiors. Opening his eyes, Anon was met with three young teens in front of him. It took him a second to recognise their faces and school uniforms, but Anon remembered where he was.

"Ha, fucking nailed him." Adam said loudly as he congratulated himself. A short blonde with a fiery attitude.

"Why are you such an asshole?" Tobias Questioned, gesturing towards Adam with both hands. His slight German accent making itself present. One of the taller boys in their class, clearly a winner of genetics, his curly black hair swishing about.

"That's a great question." Eric added. A bit on the heavier side. A genually good guy, but fully capable of fucking your day up. His light brown hair was tightly braided down to his waist.

Anon blinked a couple of times as he brushed the remanence of a pine cone from his school uniform. "Can you stop throwing crap at me?" Anon asked rhetorically.

Adam shrugged as he gestured towards Anon. "My guy, we are leaving and if it were not for me, you would still be sleeping on the bench. You're welcome." He stated as he looked towards their bus. Kids had already started piling in.

"You know there are other ways of waking people up without giving them brain damage." Eric stated, following Adam's gaze to the bus. "Alright bus is ready. See you tomorrow Anon." he said before picking up his nearby rucksack. The others did the same as Anon remained sat on the bench.

The other two waved goodbye as Anon grabbed his small bag from underneath the bench. Walking the opposite way from the buses as he made his way to the other entrance ways. Anon approached one of the many bike racks lining one of the buildings, quickly pulling a small key from his pocket and unlocking the bike from the rack.

Anon rode out of the School property as he began heading home. The way to the school is mainly uphill which sucks on a morning, but after school is simple as getting speed and just relaxing, one of the better parts of school days. He rode downhill until he stopped at an old abandoned and boarded up house. Leaning his bike against the crumbling outer wall. Anon quickly climbed inside and made his way to one of the smaller bedrooms. Moving a small dresser away from the wall revealed a small hole in the wall, which he deposited some money into the hole, kept safe in his bag until now. After pushing the dresser back, he was about to leave before noticing a small leather strap poking out from one of the drawers. With his curiosity peaked, Anon opened the draw to find a duffel bag stuffed full of money.

With a quick glance at his surroundings. Anon quickly stuffed as much money as he could inside his small backpack before voices echoed through the skeletonised house. Anon froze. There was only one way down which were the stairs. And every step in this house was like gunshot as the stairs would creak and squeal. Anon quickly made his way to one of the empty wardrobes in the room. Taking care to not creak the floor boards. Once inside, Anon could barely look through the slight gap in the wardrobe as three men entered the room. Anon covered his mouth as the heart rate quickened.

"Like I said before. One duffel with half the money now, then the rest when we receive what we agreed. You have to understand, this place was the best I could find under such short notice." One of the men explained, his hands constantly in motion as they twisted and twirled around each other, clearly stressed.

"As long as you don't fuck us over, I don't care where or when. If it's a good deal, I'll take it." Another one said, dressed in a hoodie and jeans. The last man just remained silent, dressed slightly more formally.

The hooded man open the gestured to draw and pulled out the duffel bag, after opening it, he paused before sighing. "Come on, what did I just say about fucking us over?" He said, his voice dripping with venom.

The stressed man couldn't find the words to explain himself, stuttering and stammering as he held out his hands defensively before a loud gunshot echoed through the house, dust falling from the closet ceiling. A loud thud followed.

Anon's breathing quickened as he began shaking. Tears began collecting in the corners of his eyes.

"Stupid bastard." The hooded man exclaimed.

Anon closed his eyes as he silent cried into his palms before the closet door suddenly opened, a flash of light hitting anons eyes.

He froze as the well-dressed man stared at him before glancing over to the backpack next to him. Quickly picking it up and opening it, he showed it to the hooded man who sighed.

"I-I'm sorry. Please I didn't mean to." Anon quickly apologised, holding out his hands defensively.

The hooded man did not reply as he crouched down in front of the shaking Anon. Just staring into his eyes with a glare that's seen more than enough death for one person. The other man went through the backpack, throwing books and pencils onto the floor before pulling out a wallet and handing it to the hooded man.

He smiled as he opened the wallet, pulling out a photo and dropping the wallet. "Is this your family." He asked in a friendly tone as he showed the picture to Anon. It was of Him, his mother, father and sister in a group photo.

When Anon did not answer, the hooded man quickly scragged Anon by the hair. "I asked if this was your fucking family!" He yelled.

Anon grasped at the hands clutching his hair as tears ran down his cheek. "Y-yes."

The hooded man let his grasp of Anon's hair go as anon grabbed his head.

"Listen, you have two choices. Either I blow your brains out then firebomb your home. Or you come with us and maybe we won't slaughter your folks. Maybe." The hooded man listed, giving a genuine smile as his left eye twitched.

"I'll do whatever just please don't hurt them." Anon quickly blurted out.

"Ding ding ding. That was the correct choice ya little shit. Alright time to sleep for a bit." The hooded man said as he smashed Anon's head against the back of the wardrobe, his vision quickly fading to black.

Author's Note

Hey y'all, hope you enjoyed this chapter. I have no proofread it because It is almost 11pm, and I have not slept in over 48 hours.

I will edit this tomorrow to fix any grammar/spelling mistakes. Feel free to yell them out though, just in case I miss it.

Peace