The psychotic gentlegriff

Me and doctor Tender were discussing on theorys of how my body was able to heal itself when nurse Sweet Tone trotted through the door and right up to me. “H-Hi Sweet Tone um. so fancy seeing you here. did you um…. Sorry for tricking you and the other nurse.”

“Apologies accepted Anubis but that was really dangerous for you to do. The princess told me that you had snuck into her dining room and had breakfast. but you could have gotten hurt.”

Me and Tender looked at each other and nodded then I turned to Sweet. “Yeah that was really stupid of me to do. At least I didn’t get hurt or thrown into the dungeons, so it’s a win in my books.”

She nuzzled behind my ears and I must of instinctively leaned into it because I could only see fur, the gesture was odd but welcoming. “Oh you silly griff but it’s seems that I can’t smother you with attention right now. You have some very worried visitors, nurse Cross Care please let them in now before they break something.”

Two familiar faces burst from the door and bolted into me. “Aahh wait, no!”

“Anubis you’re alive!” They both shouted out in glee.

“I won’t be for much longer~ get off me now.”

“Oh sorry dude, I was just happy that you’re fine. You know after you made a run for it, after you shot that bad guy in the face. That was so cool.”

Both nurses and Twinkle shouted “what!” Doctor Tender whistled and I gave the loud mouth colt a glare and he backed up with a sheepish smile. “Oops?”

“Yeah big oops. And before anypony asks, yes it was in self defence.” The assistant nurse, who I now know as Cross Care leaned over to me.

“Anubis even if it was in self defence. You need to know that’s wrong and we’re going to have to inform the princess, ok.”

“Oh Celestia already knows that I did it but she hasn’t brought it up. And what do you mean I was in the wrong? He shouldn’t have been in the way or working for those freaks.”

“Anubis, two wrongs don’t make a right. Even I know that and I’m 14.”

“Well Twinkle, you’ll be surprised. If two morally wrong actions get the morally correct answer in the end then…”

“That is enough from you Anubis. They are here to see you not discuss what’s right or wrong.”

“Oh um yeah, forget what I said it was a lie. But I’m glad you two are fine, and Twinkle you can let go of me now.”

“And what if I don’t want to?”

“Rustic help me here.”

“Nah I’m good.”

“You traitorous scum.”

“Ok, ok I’ll help but only because I want to go home to my parents. Come on Twinkle I’m sure we’ll see him around, and don’t you want to see your mum and dad?”

“Yeah I guess you’re right Rustic and Anubis don’t you dare do stupid stuff, ok?” Was she crying? Oh she was and she got snot and tears on my chest. Yay for me, now I need a shower.

“Don’t worry Twinkle I’ll be fine, I promise. Goodbye Rustic and have a great day you two.”

Now they know I’m fine, they should leave me alone for now but I’ll have to maintain social interactions with them at least once a week or two.

So what to do for the rest of the day?

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Princess Celestia’s POV.

Now that Anubis is fine and back in his room I can get on with my day. Well it was a fun distraction, even if it raises more questions. Like how did his body do that. Anyway I have to focus on giving a public announcement and then plan for the visit of the griffons new king and queen, next week. “Sigh. There’s so much to do and so little time. Well I’m just going to have to pull a few all nighters.”

Then I trotted into my private study, getting straight to work on writing up a speech to announce the capture of the one’s responsible for this and the return of the foals. As well as the death of the 4 foals, and the families of the dead were in anguish with the news.

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Anubis was in the bathroom of his room now. He noticed the room was white. A large white tub in the left corner of the room, to it’s right there was a toilet. It looked shorter than ones, he was familiar with.

Anubis hopped into the tub that doubled as a shower and he switched the water on. With it on the lowest setting, he now had cold water Cascading down his head and back as he allowed himself to soak in the icy water, as to allow his body to adjust to the temperature. He reached out for the feather shampoo that was provided by the nurses.

When he exited out of the tub, his first priority was getting dry and lunch. After all he was prone to taking long freezing showers, a habit he had picked up in his early years of life. When asked about why he has cold showers, he never answers for one reason or another. Now drying his fur and feathers, he knew that help would be required to brush his fur down, but his feathers were another story. He had some trouble with preening his wings. “ damn these Inferno wings, why won’t they work with me?”

“Anubis are you okay in there?” Nurse Cross Care asked through the door.

“Yeah but I’m gonna need a bit of help with my fur tho, because I don’t know how to properly brush it down?”

“Um ok I’ll help you out with that, when you’re done in there Anubis.”

“Thank you kindly nurse, you are of great help to me.”

“Hehehe you sounded like doctor Tender Care, when you said that.”

Anubis thought he should be more careful with letting his old maniacal speech patterns rearing their ugly head in this new life. Although that sentence was fine, he knew that a single word would have made it beyond psychotic and raise some concerns about his psyche.”nah I sound better, nurse Cross.”

“Okay whatever you say Anubis.”

After 3 minutes of being brushed and integrated by Cross Care. Anubis thank her for the help and gazed out of the window of his room. Pondering about what he was going to do with this life he had acquired, through mystic means of the unknown. Which he wanted so desperately to understand but just couldn’t.

That’s it I’ll open a tea shop and conduct science as a hobby. Maybe even settle down with a lover and start a family. But then again, I’ll just have to see what fate will have to offer me.

Anubis’s attention was drawn to the scent of fried fish and mashed potatoes, with a side of steamed vegetables. Which was brought in by a young and inexperienced chef. He could tell by the chef’s difficulty in pronouncing the dish’s name. “One um fried solman? With mashed potatoes and vegetables. For a Mr Grimgost?”

This was going to bring Anubis some pleasure. “Ah yes my friend. Thank you. Oh and it’s pronounced salmon, do try to remember. If you are capable of remembering? that is.”

The young chef look conflicted, the reason most likely because he didn’t know whether he should be thankful for being informed of the dish’s name in such a polite manner or angry at his ability to remember a simple word, in question.

Anubis had a pleased smile on his face as the young chef left him alone, to eat. He knew that the pony will dwell upon the words he had spoken. That filled him with a sense of humour.

I’ve got to fix that somehow. But how do I go about that, and do I prioritise loosing my love of blood shed and fear in the eyes of others. Or my manipulative habit. But I must keep some of my indifference to killing and using others when it benefits more then just my own goals. After all I’m anything but selfish, just ask the zombies that I blow up. Sharing is caring and I shared with them the gift of death. Not like they could comprehend it, the mindless undead fools that I created. I wonder if there’s a way to make them intelligent and control them entirely? Mhmm probably not, but if I can control the cells individually I could force the cells to grow and mutate where they are needed. But how do I learn magic if I’m not a unicorn, that’s my first obstacle.

Anubis was now getting ready for bed, dinner was just as good as breakfast and lunch. On a full stomach he had brushed his teeth with the items supplied to him and was now getting cosy in bed. He knew that he was going to experience the same nightmare he had not only lived through but repeated in his mind every night. “I really need to find a way to stop having dreams.”

And with that he doze off. Back into Unit (8)’s site Alpha.

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Princess Celestia had just finished lowering the sun and rising the moon, bringing forth night.

She had began to remove her regalia and decorate the pony-quin with the ornaments she wore every day. Trotting towards the bed she had started to think about the griffon that was residing with in her castle’s medical wing. “He’s a curious one. He seems to be unfazed by death and blood but retains a sense of humour that is foalish in nature. But his eyes tell a different side to him, one I fear will eat away at his very mind if nothing is done.”