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.

This story is a sequel to I Am Sick

A few weeks apart doesn't seem so bad. Well, that is, until those weeks of being alone are actually happening. Then it can feel like hell. Fortunately for Berry, her absent love has left something behind to help her pass the days before he returns.

Warning: Contains discussions of death, depressing topics, mild sexual discussion, and the name Anon.

This story is a follow up to When You Least Expect It, but does not require that you read the rest of the series to enjoy.
Coverart by johansrobot

This story is a sequel to On Common Ground

Being sick is never fun. Still, you have to go about your day, right? You have to get up, have to eat, have to take care of yourself. Sometimes it's just too hard to do that, though. Sometimes, even a helping hand isn't enough to steady yourself when you stumble, and all the comfort in the world won't make you forget how sick you are.
Berry Punch knows that all too well, and simply a regular day in her sickened body is enough to drive her mad. Even a little love from someone dear to her may not keep the doubt, hatred, anger, and sadness at bay.

This story is related to the series When You Least Expect It. It features that Berry Punch, as well as Anon briefly, but reading those stories is not entirely necessary before reading this one. Rather stream of consciousness in nature.
Warning, story contains: Discussions of medical conditions, including urine and vomit in a non-sexual way.

Now that I was living in Equestria, it was time to finally buy a new house. I’d settled on the charming little town of Haywards Heath, and found myself a decent house that just needed some work to spruce it up.

Or so I thought.

I might have gotten more than I bargained for.

Anon is a cheap bastard, and hates paying to stay at places. Ergo, when Twilight threatens him with either paying rent or writing weekly friendship letters for room and board, Anon takes the free route. Too bad the free route is filled with frustration, confusion, and autism. Otherwise known as interacting with the local populace of Ponyville at least once a week.

>topkek

TRIGGER WARNINGS: this fic includes racial, homophobic, and equine slurs that are used purely for comedy's sake and are not meant to offend or cause a problem in the community... mostly.

"For some reason I've chosen to write more letters to that stupid Princess. Let me know who you want me to write about for future chapters." –Anonymous

PROFESSIONAL REVIEWS

–Okter

"Thank you for confirming my suspicion that Anon is gay." –Uniame

"So, did they get sexual harassment cutie marks?" –DRaily

"What the fuck anon" –Qaz223

"ANON DID NOTHING WRONG" –nothingtoseehere

"So majestic" –Xzaves

Twilight, seeing that her friend needed a little bit of companionship, decided to help him get a date.

But boy, did he aim a little too high for her taste.

Now, her and Spike need to help this putz of a human snatch a date from one of the most undateable beings on the planet, Princess Celestia.

Needless to say, they're doomed.

Cover art used with permission by Lydia-Rawr

Warning: Story will contain horrible romance clichés, cutsieness, and all around silliness.

You have been warned.

Following his tumultuous defeat, King Sombra is flung across space and time to exit out a human's malfunctioning toaster. For weeks, Sombra monologues his revenge to destroy those that hurt him. But seven months later, when a route back to Equestria is found, does he not seem all that interested in returning.

Edited by spigo.

Prequel: The Roommate From Tartarus
Side Sequel: (Not My) Home Sweet Home

Update: labelled as complete. The last three chapters will remain as bonus chapters.

You are Anon, and you managed to marry your love, Princess Celestia. However, fate conspires against you, and you end up bound to her sister as well.

Now if only you knew more about Luna than her name.

You are Anonymous, and Twilight has gone through an accident that rendered her blind.
Could you help your friend cope?
Can you see the world as she does?
Actually, that was uncalled for.

(Note: Yes, it is an Anon in Equestria fic. Also yes, you've seen that pic a million times now. Just an idea I got while looking through.)