Alone

Hello, everyone, and welcome to my story. Before we begin, I feel it's appropriate to let you know that this was a request sent to me by an anonymous user on 4Chan. Expect to see some mature themes in this (which should be apparent by the rating), and eventually something... unexpected.
With that said, onward to the reading!

~Wuten, the King of Spaghetti

Prologue

Alone.

You were so alone.

You are Scootaloo, and you just graduated from Cherilee’s class. They’re throwing a huge party outside of the school right now, and you’re sitting outside the party, looking up at the sky.

The sunset really is beautiful. Celestia and Luna really are the best of sisters.

Applebloom and Sweetie Belle graduated with you too… their families were so proud of them. Not yours, though. Your family never even knew you graduated…

“Hey, what’re you doing all the way over here?” you hear a male’s voice come from above you. It was HIS voice. That thing that showed up a few years ago…

He called himself “Anonymous”; supposedly, he didn’t even remember anything from where he came from or who he was. He didn’t even know his real name; “Anonymous” was just a name that he came up with by himself after nearly a month of going without a name.

The only thing you knew about him was he lived out on the outskirts of town. He was pretty good friends with Rainbow Dash, too, it seemed.

She was your idol, yes. But she didn’t know what you went through. Most likely, the only one that could ever truly understand your pain would be… that human.

“Hey, did you hear me?” That voice again. He was speaking to you.

“Huh? What?” You spring back into activity, looking around before your eyes land on him.

He’s a giant; nearly taller than that Minotaur that came through years ago. He wore strange clothing when he was out in public; it was… different. You didn’t quite know how to describe it, but they seemed to fit him.

“Oh, sorry; must’ve started daydreaming, that’s all.” You rub the back of your head nervously with your hoof; you didn’t want him to know you were thinking about him.

“Heh, that’s silly,” he says, walking up to you. Despite growing a few feet during the last few years, you still barely stood above his waist at full height. “I asked what you were doing all the way out here, that’s all,” he asks again, looking down at you.

You look back up at him, and his eyes… they’re staring right into yours. It’s as if they’re piercing right through your body, yet… the expression he has is warm, welcoming…

“Well, um…” You stutter a bit, transfixed by his gaze, unable to think coherently for a few moments. “M-my parents are, well…” Your bottom lip begins to quiver a bit, hesitation getting the better of you. You didn’t want to say it. It was too embarrassing for you, to say it while everyone else’s parents were here. Sure, they were most likely paying no attention to you at this point, but still, it didn’t feel right…

“I understand,” he says, giving you a warm smile before placing a hand on your head. “I know that feeling, too,” he speaks once again, before sitting down next to you. You do the same, and close your eyes as you let him brush his fingers through your fur.

“You… do?”

“Yeah. I don’t even remember where I came from, after all,” he says, his fingers causing you to melt under them. “So I know the feeling of not having a mother and father to be there. You and I are a lot alike, in that way.”

“We… are?” You open your eyes and turn to look at him, a surprised expression on your face. Nobody had ever told you that before. Sure, they tried to comfort you at times… but none of them were empathetic to your feelings.

“Yeah, we are,” he says, smiling at you. “When I first came here, do you think I befriended pe-… Er, ponies, so easily?” he asks you.

You shake your head; you remember watching from afar as a filly, while he would be isolated by many of the ponies for his strange appearance. Sure, eventually they warmed up to his presence to where they didn’t completely ignore him, but still you could see the hurt expressions he would have at times when they would intentionally try to isolate him from the rest.

“Hey, what’s your name, kid?” he asks, and you turn to him with a warm smile, returning the one he gave you earlier.

“My name’s Scootaloo. It’s really nice to meet you.”

He smiles and stands up, patting your head. “I’m Anonymous, and it was nice meeting you too,” he says, before walking off into the graduation party, mingling with the other graduates.

“Anonymous…”

That name… it soothed your bad mood almost immediately. You stand up, stretch your wings a bit, and walk into the party behind him.

You’ll have to find a way to make it up to him someday.

End Prologue

And with that, the story can truly begin.