Anon dragged a book bag down the hall of the hospital, walking backwards with the strap in her mouth. The others didn't seem to think much of it, assuming Anon was healed enough to go back to school.
Twilight walked down the hall, wanting to have a talk with the filly turned colt. She stopped and stared in confusion. "What are you doing, Anon?"
"You haven't introduced yourself Twilight! Now be- Oomph- Polite and intro-*grunt*." Anon grunted, continuing to drag the bag.
"Oh! Sorry. My name is Twilighang on a second." Twilight gave a confused look. "Why-"
"MANNERS!" Anon shouted, before continuing. "Good manners."
"Oh. Right." Twilight said awkwardly.
"What are you doing?" Spike asked, scratching his head.
"It's a school day, and a good excuse to bust out of here." Anon answered.
Spike blinked. "You want to go to school?" he asked in unbelief.
"Yeah I d- Spikey Wikey!" Anon said sweetly.
"Don't call me that." Spike responded.
"Help me you purple toad wart pimple tipped with vomit bucket. You can either choose that or Spikey Wikey." Anon said, now sitting on the book bag like it was a chair.
"Neither."
"Spikey Wikey and other cute malarkey it is." Anon said. "But be cuter then me and I will put mud on you. Now help me with my school stuff."
Spike looked at Twilight, who nodded. Spike let out a sigh. "Fine. But I'm not sticking around."
Anon smiled, hopping to her feet. "Onwards!" she said, leaning back slightly while marching briskly foreword, arms swinging in an over exaggerated manner.
Spike slung the book bag on himself like a back pack. The two walked out and started walking to the school. "I didn't actually think Twilight would make me do this!" Spike complained.
"I didn't think I could enchant anyone!" Anon said in response. "Because otherwise she would have given a verbal no!"
"Wait what?" Spike asked, shocked. "You did what!?"
"Shhhh" Anon said, suddenly up in Spike's face like Pinkie. "You ask too many questionsssszzzzzzahhhh." Anon was suddenly back in her original position. "Now what do you think of my cutie mark?"
Spike stared shocked for his moment as his mind attempted to figure out what Anon just did and how, before shrugging. "You don't have one." Spike answered.
Anon slowly turned her head down to her butt. "Hm. Welp. Okay cause that makes sense."
"What makes sense?" Spike asked.
"Only what doesn't." Anon responded with a shit eating grin.
Spike let out a groan. "Geez, I don't even want to try to understand." He rubbed his head. "What books do you even have in this bag?"
"The actual question is where I got the bag and books. The answer is magic." Anon answered, giving Spike a donut.
"Where'd you get this!?"
"Hey look we're here! Come on!" Anon said, walking towards the schoolhouse.
"I said I wasn't gonna stick arou-
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Anon pronked out of the school house with Spike behind her. She somehow pulled off the pronking on two hooves.
"I can't believe I actually stuck around for the whole time." Spike groaned.
"Well I had nothing to say about myself, so you had to speak." Anon responded.
"Ugh. Whatever, I'm not sticking around next time. And especially not as a student."
"Hey shrimp!" a voice sang out.
Anon stopped mid-air, and ssslllllllooooooowwwlllyyyyyyy turned around, landing on her feet. "Yes Diamond Tiara of the Rich Family, who also-" Anon took a breath. "Yeah?"
Diamond Tiara stared for a moment before shaking her head. "So, I'm guessing you're new here, Blaaaank Flaaaank." she said in a slightly singing voice.
"Well yes but also yes and also yes. I was certain id have a cutie mark by now. I'm also a slave from elsewhere. but now I'm here for the learning. Any questions relating to pineapples?" Anon let out a laugh at the confused faces of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. She then walked up and hugged Diamond. "Poor thing. I feel sorry for you having your butt symbol and not remembering who you is." She ended the hug and walked off.
Spike followed. "So... What was that about?"
"If I told you, you would be completely confused and would just end up with a headache. Also, I'm pretty sure I would have been in foster care by now except for my magic telling folks no." Anon said, walking beside Spike. "Confused yet?"
"Not really." Spike answered. "I don't think you can... do whatever it is you think it is."
"I bet you a stick I can mind control slash manipulate minds." Anon challenged,
"Why a stick?" Spike asked.
"So when one of us loses we don't lose anything important." Anon answered.
"Makes sense." Spike answered. "There's Applejack. Go work your magic."
Anon walked up to Applejack, before bending her legs, setting her forehooves on her lower legs, and saying "Who's a good girl?" in an odd voice.
Applejack's ears perked up, her front bent down, with her tail wagging in the air. "I dunno!" she said excitedly, looking around.
"You are!" Anon answered, petting Applejack on the head. Applejack sat down with a rather smug expression, while the children nearby looked slightly sad. "You all are!" Anon said, throwing her arms upwards. The children smiled.
Anon went back on all fours while everypony went back to what they were doing. She picked up a stick and used it to close Spike's wide open mouth. "Here, have a stick. I'm never going to do that again." she was, visibly sweating. "That needs a mana pool equal to Twilight's."
Anon sneezed, and found herself falling from way up in the air, towards a lush forest. Beside her was Pinkie and Spike.
"WHAT IS GOING ON!?" Spike screamed in fear.
"ANON PLEASE FIX THIS!" Pinkie screamed. "I DON'T WANNA GO SPLAT!"
Anon sneezed again. Spike and Pinkie were gone, but Anon was still falling. "This is gonna hur-"
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Zecora was collecting herbs, when she saw a familiar filly laying unconscious on the ground. "Oh my! What is this I see!?" She rushed over. "It's the silly filly! Dear child has hit her head! Oh please for the love of god, do not be dead!" Zecora quickly set the filly on her back and rushed for her hut.
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Smolder flew hard and fast through the sky. She blinked as a dragon appeared, flying beside. The two said nothing as they flew, only acknowledged each other. The two studied each other. Smolder saw that the brown dragon had a leathery wing and a feathery wing. He didn't seem like he was harmful, but was annoying with how many faces he made behind her back.
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!) Bonding time with Zecora is in the next chapter. I apologize in advance if it sucks. I'm not good at writing bonding moments.