Anon's Whimsical Adventures

A clang hits a coffee table as change pours out of a wallet. Rummaging through the change a hand slides the quarters, dimes, pennies, etc... “$4.38... $5.49... $6.12.” If there was expression for disappointment, then Anon would be making it right now. “Six dollars and twelve cents; that’s enough to get me a box of instant noodles.” Anon shook his wallet for anything to come out. A singular penny just dropped out. “Oh, boy tis my luck day, six dollars and thirteen cents.” Anon grumbled.

It had been two years since he got out of college and one year when he got this crappy apartment. “It’s just a silly dream they said, it’s just some numbers what difference does it really makes they said, why can’t you be more like your sister Femanon, she already has a second house for us.” Anon mumbled to himself. He lazed around grumbling before flopping on a couch. “Well, I have a fucking degree in theoretical Mathematics and Astrophysics.” A small message pops up on his computer as Anon turn his head to it.

LOL, this fag thinks the multiverse exist. Hey, buddy how about do something with your life an go out and talk to women.

Anon look at the massage on 4chan, before he started typing.

How about you try to get in the general vicinity of a woman, with them running away from you, Tard.

Anon looked away from the computer, he had gotten use to people just calling him delusional. Most when being told that the possibility of another universe seemed to only laugh. But hey fuck them, if their heads were too stuck up their own assess then let them be. “I don’t need them, or my family... or general human contact... or anyone at all.” He Anon sighed to himself; it had been tough out of college. No one even bothered to come to his graduation or call him. But hey that was the cost of greatness.

Another post comes up.

Sorry couldn’t hear cause your sister who’s sucking my dick right now.

Anon quickly typed away at the computer noticing something.

Whom.

Dear, Princess Celestia... was how the letter started and how it was for a couple of hours. Twilight had written many letters to Princess Celestia, each talking about the lesson she learned, but for the first time she had nothing. No friendship issues needing to be solved, no world ending threat needing to be stopped, or anything interesting happening at all. Twilight just paced as she thought of something to write until Spike entered on cue. “Spike did find anything?” Twilight asked. Spike just sighed exhausted from walking throughout Ponyville for this little lookout, “No Twilight... Hey, don’t you think you should take a break?”

Twilight slowly turned to spike, “Take a break? Spike, I need to write a letter to Princess Celestia, I usually send letters to her.” Spike just rolled his eyes, “I think she wouldn’t mind if you were to not send her a letter for just a day.” Twilight just rolled her eyes at spike, “Spike, I’m being serious, I need to find something to give Princess Celestia. She expects the best from her top student.”

Spike just watched as the mare going on her tirade of needing to give something to the princess.

“Well, maybe you should be more patient.” Spike groaned. Twilight just turned to spike, “Be more patient? Spike it’s not like some problem that needs to be solved is going to come from the sky. I need to find something or I’m worried Princess Celestia might think I don’t take the lessons I learn serious.”

Spike knew this was getting nowhere so, he just decided to head up before saying, “Well, when find something I’ll be sure to get down and send it to her.”

It had been pouring and Anon had been running. “Damnit, of all times to rain why now.”

Anon walked this path to store million times before and it rained on him. Was some box of cheap noodles really worth it. Hell, yeah it was.

“Almost there, just a little bit longer.” Anon kept pushing on through the rain seeing the store in his grasp.

A box of ramen noodles was his for the taking, until he reached the store door.

Closed read the door, as a man was on his smoke break with his feet kicked up.

Anon pressed on the glass, “Hey, listen can you open the door, I want to buy something.”

The worker only briefly looked up before rolling their eyes and pointing at the sign saying closed.

“I know you’re closed but I’m only just going to buy one thing.” Anon yelled at the worker from his side of the glass.

The worker just flipped him off and turned off the lights of the store before walking out of the store.

“Fuck you, man!” Anon just sat their frustrated and wet. “How could this get any worse?”

The sound of thunder rumbled as the rain poured down even harder.

“Of course.” Anon grumbled looking at the storm.

Anon got up took few deep breaths, “Fuck it.” before just absolutely running like a psychopath through the storm.

He looked for any type of shelter to cover him during this shitty storm. Looking desperately through each corner as he spotted an open house.

Now, Anon wouldn’t usually go into other’s homes for any reason but due to the outside looking like a frat boy party mixed with a Bieber fangirl breakdown, he was more willing to get gunned down by a demented old man than being found washed up in the curb.

“Hello? Hey, I just let you know it was storming and I come in peace so, I would like it if you didn’t kill me.” Anon walked through seeing if anyone was here or he was going to get murdered.

Anon walked through the room seeing no one, he just walked through until spotting an open door. With nothing else better to do he decided to walk in.

In the room, there’s a circle made of salt and a book with a strange rune on a table. Anon walks close to the book looking at it before just poking it. The book slams on the floor letting dust fly through the air.

“Huh. Don’t know what I was expecting.” Anon just looked at it before shining a light on it.

The rune seemed weirdly glow as the light shined on it, what was even stranger was it seemed the floor was glowing. “Wait, what?” Anon looked under him to see the salt circle now glowing. He tried to step out but was met with some type of force field.

“Hey, anyone here? What the hell is going?!” Anon frantically kept banging on the magical wall as the circle grew brighter and brighter.

“This is how my life ends; sad, depressing, and broke.” Anon at this point was willing to accept death, until it all just stopped.

The book ceased to glow, and the salt seemed to blow away, water dropped on his head. “Nothing happened?”

Suddenly six horses break down the door. “Oh, something happened.”