Right after you mention the materials, Twilight gives you a rather dubious look. Obviously she can see that this has the potential to go wrong. An instant later though, the expression melts away to be replaced with almost endearing excitement at the notion of learning something so new. It’s always the naïve ones, they make the greatest bait.

Idly, you wonder if this is going to hurt her, then you dismiss the thought. If it does, then it’ll be hilarious as well as a lesson for her not to listen to everything she hears. Man, you’re going to hell... oh wait.

Twilight’s voice cuts you from your thoughts. ”Anon, I don’t have any duct tape. Will anything else work?” she asks.

You shake your head in a negative. “No, duct tape is honestly the only thing that will work for this. Every other tape brand out there will just puss out, and why don’t you have any duct tape? Do you have any idea how useful that shit is?”

She looks at you with skepticism in her violet eyes. “Right, because duct tape is totally a staple,” she replies sarcastically.

What kind of faggotry is this? You can practically feel the /diy/ part of you screaming for the blood of a certain mulberry-colored bitch. You pinch where the bridge of your nose would be if you had one in silence the tiny voice in the back of your head. “All right, I’m going to ignore that little quip from you, but I was serious when I said that we need some. And yes, you little ho-bag, I’m sure that no other will work.”

Twilight closes her mouth and glares at you for the insult. “Do you need to put some sort of derogatory term in every sentence you speak?”

She thought that this was bad?

“RAT SHIT BAT SHIT! DIRTY LITTLE CUNT! 69 ASSHOLES TIED IN A KNOT! LIZARD PISS! FUCK! IS THIS ANY BETTER!?!” You scream with a grin on your face.

”No no no! Be quiet before somepony outside hears!”

“My point, feel like complaining anymore?” you ask with the most innocent smile you can. In other words you may as well have been snarling like a rabid serial arsonist with a 24 hour stiffy.

Twilight sighs for what seems to be the millionth time today. Looking up at you she says; “Let’s... let’s just go find this tape.”

“Right behind ya, boss lady.”

”Spike! Watch the library!” she says as you and her start for the door, only for her to stop halfway with a look of realization on her muzzle. ”Wait! How my going to explain you?” she asks with some noticeable panic. It seems that nothing can be easy around here.

“Isn’t this whole world nothing but magic, sugar, and all that other gay stuff? Why can’t you just tell them what happened and have them believe it?” you ask. After all, that is how this place works, right?

Twilight seems to think otherwise. “No! We can’t do that! The whole town will be thrown into a panic and I would really rather avoid scaring everypony.”

“Are you sure we can’t? Because scaring the shit out of everyone sounds like it would be fun!”

“Yes, I’m 100% sure,” Twilight says, her tone leaving little room for argument.

Fuck.

“In fact, why are you coming with me? I could easily go out and pick up everything that we need by myself. For all I know, you could be coming along just to stir up trouble,” she says suspiciously.

For an virgin-level sperg, it seems that your summoner is a little bit sharper than you give her credit for. Time for some damage control.

“You know, news about me is probably going to get out pretty quick. Why even try and hide it? It’ll make you look pretty suspicious. Then before you know it, people are speculating about what color the wallpaper in your sex dungeon is.”

Twilight rolls her eyes, “Anon, I have a good enough reputation that nopony is going to think I’m trying to hide something, much less something so perverted. As for you, I have enough faith in my abilities to find a way to dispel you in a timely manner.”

“So much that you are willing to goof off to play with spoons and tape with me? Yeah, trust me when I say is going to take a lot more fucking effort than what you think you can pull off.” you tell her.

C’mon, buy it. You want to have some fun here.

“Back to the ‘not telling everyone’ thing. Say that you do try and hide me but everyone find out anyway. Do you know if it makes you? A liar. That reputation that you love so much will come down and shatter around you.”

She’s beginning to look unsure. No one could ever accuse you of not being good at arguing. Hell, you’re the very embodiment of arguing.

“You know what they say, ‘The bigger you are, the harder you fall’. That applies right here. If you bill yourself up on such a big pedestal like you say you have than one simple mistake is all will take to bring all crashing down like an orphan’s dreams.” you continue.

Her eyes are looking around nervously. Good, it won’t be much longer now.

“OK! You can come!” Twilight shouts, either frustrated with your talking or fearful that what you’re saying will come to pass.

You grin. Today just got really fun.

You and the tiny pony continue on to the door, but it seems that Twilight is not yet content with everything. As she opens the door, she looks up at you and asks; “Anon? How you get around without eyes?

“My dear Twilight, I know anything and everything, why would I need eyes?” you say as you look upward with a smile and a shrug

Just as you say that, you slam your chin into the low overhang of the doorway and bite out a curse.

“I meant to do that.”

The instant that you are both outside, you're met with a giant, technicolor-eyesore of a crowd all watching curiously from in front of the library. Looks like all the activities inside attracted quite a bit more attention than anyone would’ve realized.

Hue hue, that’s your cue.

You nudge Twilight and say; “Damn, I told you we were being too rough. I mean, the whole town heard it!”

Disgusted whispers circulate through the crowd as Twilight’s jaw drops with the utter mortification that erupts within her.

“What! No! Don’t listen to him! He’s a demon with a lying streak!” Twilight shouts, only to realize what she did a moment later.

At the word ‘demon’, the whole crowd goes silent and immediately focuses every bit of their attention upon you.

“She wasn’t joking.”

One pony begins to back away, and others slowly follow. You don’t feel like giving them the time.

“AWOGABOOGABOOGA!!” you shout as you flail your limbs like a kid with downs was having a seizure.

The effect is instantaneous, like someone ran into a human airport screaming Arabic. a collective cry of terror comes from all of the ponies to scatter and run around like headless chickens, some crashing into inanimate objects while others crash into each other. In 10 seconds, the whole area is clear sans five brave individuals. In the distance, is still hear screaming and... was that an explosion?

You look down to Twilight, who has her face buried in her hooves.

“Well, I think my work here is done.” you say jovially. Nothing like causing some good old-fashioned mass panic.

The five remainders trot up to you and your summoner, although the yellow one with wings needed to be coaxed by the sickeningly pink one.

“Twai? Jus’ who is this?” says the one in the cowboy hat with a perfect redneck accent. Yeah, you definitely messing with this one letter.

The purple unicorn looks up from her hooves to stare at the small group with a weary smile. “Girls, this is Anonymous. He’s a... creature that I accidentally summoned,” her smile drops with the next sentence. “He’s going to be staying here until I can find a way to send them back.”

All of them catch their friends face falling and look up to you with guarded expressions, all except the pink one seems to be bouncing in place. ADHD anyone? Oh well, not your problem.

Twilight goes about introducing them, but you can’t say you listened too well. Why? Because right in the edge of your vision, is that god damn transparent squiggly line that always seems to appear at random times. It annoys you to no end. That little fucking squiggly is there when you never think about it, but for some reason it can never show up whenever you want it to. If you co-

“Anon!”

You look down to Twilight to see her looking rather cross for some reason that you can’t fathom. Maybe she saw the squiggly too?

“Yes?” you ask with some irritation.

“Were you listening at all?” she asks with an accusing look. Did she really expect you to? The incredible quandary that is the eye squiggly is far more important.

“...Yes..?” you reply, sounding more like a question.

“Ok then, repeat their names please.” Twilight says as she levels you with a flat look.

Damn. No wait, you can do this. Anonymous never loses at guessing games. Never. “Ok...”

You point to the white unicorn with the fancy mane. “Marshmallow.”

She obviously expected you to remember her name, if the indignant huff she replies with is any indicator.

Next is the orange one. “Redneck.”

This one gives you a confused, but unamused look.

The rainbow one. You stop to look at her for a moment. For the strangest reason you have the urge to hit on this one. You don’t know why, but this pony will get the D at some point and you probably have something funny to say afterward. Still can’t remember her name though.

“Faggot.”

“It’s Raindow Dash, you jerk!”

The pink, bubbly one is next. This one must be on coke, because it has to be impossible to be this perpetually happy. Ah, that’ll work. “Charlie Sheen”

She just giggles. “Thats a funny name! Is there anypony else named that? I bet they-!

You tune her out and keep going. Now, the last one. “Yellow-quiet.”

She looks up at you with large, teal eyes and says something so low that you can’t hear it. Hey, you got that one right. At least one of them lives up to their name.

You smirk at Twilight, who looks about ready to bash her face into the ground in a fit of frustration.

“Told ya I can remember.”

“Is this a good idea?” Rarity asks quietly to her friends as they slowly make their way to a general store to get tape. To her, this seems like it’s going to end horribly.

“What exactly? You’re going to have to going to have to be more specific, a lot of things lately seem to have been bad ideas.” Twilight says back.

“Darling, I don’t mean to question your integrity, but this Anon fellow doesn’t seem to be the most trustworthy.”

The others nodded in agreement, except for Pinkie who is walking a little ways back with Anon, chatting his nonexistent ear off.

Twilight sighs and looks at them. “I know that, but he promised me to teach me whatever this is in return for getting on my nerves earlier. After all, who would be so cruel to mix a trick into an apology?”

That seemed to defuse the arguments of her friends, but Rarity still can’t help but feel apprehensive. She is not a connoisseur of magic like her fellow unicorn, but she does know enough to realize that conjuration and the conjured creatures themselves tend to be far more indirect and scheming than they appear. This ‘Anon’ does not look like any sort of conventional summon. The fact that Twilight had explained that he needed preparation to be brought to Equestria only makes it seem even more suspicious. But then again, Twilight would know more then her...

At least Anon has excellent taste in clothes, that much she can’t deny. The fashionista can’t help but wonder where he got the suit.

Rainbow takes the lull in conversation to pipe up.”Twi, are you sure this guy won’t pull anything? Just gimme the word and I’ll pummel him!” she says, boxing at the air.

’At least Rainbow seems to be taking this semi-seriously, even if it is in her usual crass manner,’ Rarity thinks to herself.

“I’m sure, Rainbow. He can’t be that strong. If he was I’m pretty sure that he would’ve gone on a rampage by now,” Twilight replies with a matter-of-fact tone. “He’s nothing that we can’t handle, if he gets out of line than it should be a simple matter to stop him.”

Just as Twilight said that, Rarity can only think of one phrase.

’Famous last words...’

Author's Note

Wow, it took me forever to get this up. Schoolwork and CCNA testing has been eating my time with a vengeance.

As usual, tell me if you spot something wrong, I know some stuff was missed,