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Discord has a complicated relationship with the concept of rules. For a being who can do almost anything with the snap of his claws, what won't he do?

It was a simple, straightforward question. Or at least, that’s what she thought. Nevertheless, she looked at the mare opposite to her and cocked her head. “Pardon me, but, do I know you?”

Originally written for Quills and Sofas Speedwriting “Do I Know You” Panic and expanded to this. Thanks to The Red Parade, AFanaticRabbit, Atom Smash, SnowOriole, nagolucky, BaeroRemedy, Morning Sun, and Emotion Nexus for prereading during the contest.

This story is a sequel to Saying Goodbye

As her illness progresses, Berry Punch has to face the facts that sometimes she just can't do things. Saying that out loud and accepting it is a completely different matter. Especially when she's so afraid of dragging down someone she loves so much.

WARNING: Contains discussions of illness and death, depictions of illness, and sexual innuendo. No death or sex actually takes place.

This story is part of the Berry Punch's Broken Love series. You do not need to read the other parts to 'enjoy' this story.

Art by t72b. Go give them some love!!!

Princess Twilight Sparkle writes letters to her former mentor.
Her friend, Spike, would rather she didn't.

Spike's made a new friend! They've been writing letters back and forth, and he feels like he might actually be falling for her. Luckily, they're finally going to meet, and his friend Anon is nothing but encouraging. Everything will be fine... right?

WARNING: Contains Spike being emotionally abused in a way that even makes me feel bad. Also, contains Anon.

A commission written for Flutterpriest. Good job actually making me feel bad for Spike.

This story is a sequel to I Can't Sleep

Before Berry Punch can move on with her life, she needs to put the past to rest. That means saying goodbye to someone who has meant so much to her and helped her along the way. Even... if they can't say goodbye back.

WARNING: Contains discussions on death, illness, and the name Anon. Probably isn't exactly what you think.

This story is a part of the Broken Love series. It will make more sense with previous parts.

This story is a sequel to Wait For Me To Come Home

Berry punch circled a date on her calendar a long time ago, and now she can't stop thinking about it. It's not a nice date to remember, and not one she even wants to acknowledge. But she also knows that, when that day comes, she's going to feel like everything has changed for her. It will take someone who loves her deeply to give her some perspective on it all.

WARNING: Contains discussions on sickness and dying, depressing themes, the name 'Anon' and bland pasta. Death tag for morbid discussion only.

This story is part of the Broken Love series, but can be enjoyed without reading previous parts.

Art done by Torifeather, go give them some love.

This story is a sequel to You Are Sick

Sometimes it's late at night, and you can't sleep. Sometimes you just stare at the ceiling and imagine what it would be like if you weren't here anymore, how the world would be different. Sometimes it seems like the world wouldn't even be worse off without you around, and that you might be better off without it.
But those are only idle musings and thoughts. It's not like you actually wish you were dead...
...right?

Warning: Contains depression and suggestions of suicidal/self-destructive thoughts. No actual death or physical self harm takes place. Please don't read this if you're feeling depressed or suicidal, I don't think this would help.

This is a stream of consciousness from the point of view of Berry Punch from the Broken Love series. Can act as a standalone.
Please don't worry. I'm ok.

This story is a sequel to Wishing You Were Somehow Here

When a normal person gets a fever, they usually just stay in bed and wait it out. When Anon gets a fever, it's a much more dire matter. On this fateful night, Berry Punch is faced with one of her worst nightmares coming true: Anon is sick. Her next actions are crucial and she has to focus, even if her mind is running on horrifying overdrive.

Art by Eighth.

WARNING: Contains discussions on the topics of sickness, sex, and death. Death tag included for terminal illnesses, but no death shown. Not a usual anonpencil comedy.
This story is part of the Berry Punch's Broken Love series, but you do not need to read the other parts to "enjoy" this one.