Fluttershy. Sweet innocent Fluttershy. She’s so pure and kind. There is absolutely nothing wrong with her. Not a droplet of evil within her heart — to depict her otherwise would be character assassination.

And she’s dead.

The days are short and the nights are long for one Anonymous. How will he overcome such grand adversity? Through sheer will power and the desire to chase a better tomorrow?

Nah. He’ll be forced out of his domicile by Twilight Sparkle, and into the unforgiving sun.

Not literally. That would hurt.

If at first you don’t succeed, try again.

At least that’s what Anon keeps telling Discord, as he continues to try and reduce his stoney complexion into dust.

What else is new?

Swords, hammers, knives, pikes, spikes; even rolling pins. Princess Celestia collects them, and stashes them within her private collection for few to see.

Anon notices that a few of them have very… choice labels.

The non-magical creature known as anonymous sits in his chair, waiting—watching the time go by.

His friends want none of that.

Twilight hears a knock on her door. It appears Anon has decided he wants to enter the local talent show and he’s shown up asking for her help. Curious.

Anon is low on cash.

Well actually, he’s not low on cash but rather bits. He’s also recently been turned into a unicorn mare, but that’s not important. What is important is that Anon decided to rob a pony bank, for pony currency, and that it also ended rather poorly.

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Anon and Co. go out for dinner to have some good vibes and even gooder pizza. His friends were prepared for a wonderful outing, that’s not what they got.

Or, Anon is a full grown man who refuses to eat the crust from pizza and gets his comeuppance.

Anon’s found himself in hot water, and a courtroom. Why is he in a courtroom? Oh, no major reason I can assure you!

Just the transportation of 152,870 pounds of crack cocaine.

This story is a sequel to The Worst Equestrian Necromancer

The world of Equestria is a strange place. Mad necromancers consorting with a regal princess. Gods of chaos released and running free. In this face of insanity, even a single snapshot can lead to glimpses of madness that may amuse and confuse. These are those snapshots.