Life for her is hard enough without several different aspects of her mind combating for her attention. But having been blasted into a crater by rainbow lasers makes it a bit difficult for her to address interactions normally.

It'll be a long way for Sunset to build herself back up from scraps. She has a lot to do, and a lot of bonds to form. And all through it, she will often be distracted, in her own head.

VOLITION - [Impossible: Success] But she will get through it. One step at a time.

(This story is written in the style of the game Disco Elysium!)

Twilight and her friends are sent by the Cutie Map to retrieve a foal in need. He claims to have been formerly a legendary creature known as a human. They don't really believe him. With no home or family, they bring him back to Ponyville.

Twilight tasks her friends to personally teach Anon the magic of friendship but Anon seems more interested in aggravating them. Will Twilight and her friends be able to reach Anon or will he end up in Tartarus?

Big thanks to those who comment! Certain comments really influence how the story will turn out! It just made a potential sequel! And it’s finally up on my page!

Rated T for some mature jokes but nothing extreme. Keep an eye out for the many references of other media!

Anon was sick, and his favorite mare (his marefriend) was nowhere to be found! He usually relied on her for his health-related needs, but with her being busy with work, he needed to find his own way to get better and fast. Maybe he could go to the place where she worked and see if anypony else knew about his species? Heck, maybe he'll even run into her at the clinic or maybe he gets lucky and one of the doctors there fixes him up in a jiffy.

Or maybe...

...this fic happens.

Shitposted so hard to get back into a writing groove. You're welcome!

Anon and Princess Twilight Sparkle are walking through the Canterlot Gardens, when they pass by Chrysalis' statue. Unbeknownst to Twilight, Anon admits that he wants to see her up close.

Nothing bad could come out of this, right?

Art by Nettlemoth.

Warning: Unfettered random shitposting. I do not regret a damn thing.

Tagged Sex for references to the act.

Sunset didn't know a lot at the moment.

She knew she was in some sort of hospital, since her memory seemed like it's only missing the useful information that follows the more basic facts (like where the hospital is located).

When she first woke up she'd assumed she was in some sort of violent accident. Her limbs were covered in thin scars, and her head felt like something had drilled through the side of it, but the more she listened to what the few ponies around her said, the less sure she was about that.

At least she knew her name was Sunset Shimmer, but that was only because she read the clipboard at the foot of the hospital bed, and she knew those were usually reliable (except when they're written by less than reliable ponies).

She would probably have known more than she did at the moment if she'd listened to the doctor talking to the giant white mare sitting beside her bed that reeked of smoke and fire. But she'd started to zone out after he'd begun to talk to about "preventative measures," and how she needed a support network and a bunch of other things that sounded like they would've been better said to a loved one (did she even have any of those?) and not to the stranger sitting beside her that hadn't even looked in her direction since entering the room.

There's no mirror for Sunset to get obsessed with, and by extension run away into. Stuck with her spiraling mental health in a castle that hates her as much as she hates it, the pressure reaches a breaking point and Sunset does some things in the night she regrets but doesn't remember by dawn. All she knows is her name is Sunset Shimmer, she's in a hospital, and she doesn't know the giant white mare that smells like smoke.

Neuroscience has advanced in the twenty years since Cozy Glow was turned to stone. Twilight can help her now. She's sure of it.

All it'll take is a simple surgery.

Preread by the lovely OP!

This story is a sequel to Anon's Betrayal

My name, although it'd be nice to give you. ain't important. What is important, is making sure I stay sane. Now, what I need you to do, is take everything you see within this tome and spread it as far and wide as you can, I am trapped in a godforsaken land with a Stalker Princess, a twerp who does not know how to use magic, an asshat who doesn't know how to kEEP HER MOUTH SHUT and a few others I wish not to name to save space on paper. If I've caught and held your attention for long enough then good, because I forgot to mention that these beings I've refered to, are Ponies. Yes.

Ponies.

*ahem*

JOIN THE HUMAN, YOUR STEREOTYPICAL AVERAGE JOE (not their actual name but placeholder for now) AND THEIR ADVENTURES WITH THE CACOPHANY OF COLORS SIX - THERE WILL BE LAUGHTER, TEARS, GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES AND MAGIC THAT WILL CAUSE-

*vomits off screen*

-eugh, MAGIC THAT WILL CAUSE FRIENDSHIP

Decades after the last Friendship Report arrived, a burst of green dragon flame ignited the darkness in Princess Celestia's room.

Although the contents of the letter remain unknown to the public, it's been noted by servants of the Crown, that the Princess abruptly cancelled all of her visits for the day and wasn't seen until the next one.

When questioned, Her Highness simply gave the audience a bittersweet smile before explaining that she was paying respects to an old friend.

A short-story that diverges at Magical Mystery Cure.

Edited by Equimorto, with additional help by Jinxed and an Anon of /fimfic/.

Anon E. Mous was doing well. He has a well-paying job working with Mayor Mare. He has a small little hole in the wall he called his house that he got with his own hard-earned bits. And...

...that's it. Friends? Little to speak of, but they were there. Somehow. In a world where friendship was magic, Anon experienced little of it, and worse, he's experienced how little he could earn of it. It had all started with a spark, and then nothing, nothing to the point of living in his house for the past few days under the guise of vacation.

Fortunately for him, somepony with a bit more gusto heard about his little hideaway and was more than interested in helping him get back on his feet. Not only that, she was there to make amends, if possible.

Unbeknownest to the two of them, life had an interesting way to show how interest worked both ways. Like a two-way mirror, no matter how different they were.

Warnings: RGRE themes, depression, and suicidal ideation. Sex tag added due to suggestive language.

If you're ever feeling this way, please call your crisis hotline for your country. You're not alone.

Chapters 1-4 pre-read by: Contentgremlin.
Also had help from 6-D Pegasus in regards to character voices.

Cover Art done by: Butterscotch (Ko-Fi link for commission work).

Thank you both for your help!