//------------------------------// // Pit stop // Story: The Daily Life Of Anonymous // by Zarah //------------------------------// Anon walked through the outskirts of ponyville. His mind and body had been through a lot today, but he had one more pony to visit before he could be left to his own devices. Even before that, the human needed a shower and a change of clothes. As Anon continued his mindless walking, his brain repeating today's events like a broken record. The human would normally learn from his mistakes, carefully combing over past events each day. Trying to find where he went wrong or how his actions could end differently. Anon survived this long by not making the same mistake twice, taking note of how people reacted to his words or actions and using them to gain the advantage. This place however was almost impossible for the human. Each hour of each day would be different, constantly being caught of guard by this place's unyielding strangeness. Blinking his eyes back into focus, the human stood in front of his residence. Walking up the porch steps, Anon approached the door as he felt around in his back pocket for his key. His hand brushed against his trusty pocket knife before his fingers found the key as he walked up to the front door. With a click and a creak, the door opened. Anon was not ready for what was revealed, however. In the middle of the room was himself. Frozen mid-stride and with a biscuit hanging from his mouth. "Yoo're ome errey." Anon said to himself. "Fucking why though?" The human said to himself as he entered, closing the door behind him and dropping his pack by the door with a thud. The human walked past himself as he made his way to the fridge. There were a few empty wooden crates stacked by the fridge, each one had a stamp of Twilight's cutie mark. Apart from the crates, the room was spotless, everything was in place and clean. It even smelled nice. The fridge door opened, the sound of glass bottles gently clanging together as the door fully opened. "So what happened to you." Anon asked himself. "Change back and I'll tell you." He said, not looking away from the fridge's contents. As he grabbed a glass cola bottle, he closed the door with his hip and turned around, seeing Azreal mid-morph and hearing the sounds of bone snapping and flesh tearing as her body broke itself apart into a black sludge before reconstructing herself. While waiting for her to finish, Anon placed the bottle on the counter before grabbing a tall glass from the top cupboard and placing it next to the bottle. Then grabbing the bottle and placing is thumb over the top, he lined the edge of the cap with the countertop and slid it down until the cap came off but stayed in place due to his thumb, as the cola fizzed he quickly placed the opening over the glass as it fizzed and poured out. Azreal's sight came back as her eyes finished forming. Deciding to stay human but to take the form of when she first appeared, and with a few blinks, the world around her became clear. "Right, so. How'd you fuck up your first day, then?" Azreal asked as she leant against the back of the sofa with her arms crossed. "Well." Anon started, grabbing the glass of cola and taking a sip before continuing. "Rainbow dash, an element of harmony, decided it would be a good idea to try and fly with a damaged wing. So, as she is falling from the sky, flailing like an infant. I managed to catch her dumb ass before she killed herself. Dislocated my shoulder, got it set at the hospital and here I am." The human finished, taking another sip before placing the glass back on the counter. "Now, I have a question for you." Anon stated, his tone changing slightly. "Why were you me?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Azreal shrugged before speaking. "Eh, thought it would be easier if you answered the door rather than some random pony. Less explaining." "That's a better reason than I was expecting. However." Anon paused, raising his index finger. "Never do that again." He said with all seriousness. Not taking the hint, Azreal did a mock shrug. "Come on, It's not even a complete copy. I have only ever seen your top half and legs. I'm missing an important piece to complete it." The demon said with a sly grin. Silence filled the room as Anon gave Azreal a deadpan stare. With a sigh, Anon grabbed his drink and downed the rest of it before sighing and placing the now empty glass in the sink. "I'm gonna take a shower." He said, his tone the same as the stare he gave Azreal. As he began to walk out the room, Azreal outstretched her arms. "Come on, I was kidding." The human stopped, turning around. "Were you joking?" He said with a strange seriousness. In response, Azreal's eyes shimmered a light purple before replying 'No' in a dull tone. Anon turned back around and walked towards his bedroom as Azreal blinked the shimmer away. "Aww, come on, that's cheating." She said with a pout. After grabbing whatever clothing was clean and the closest, Anon hopped into the shower, but not before struggling to take the double wrapped Minotaur sized sling off. Eventually, the human managed to free his arm and take a relaxing shower. He struggled to clean the part of the back with his bad arm and attempted all angles to get the grime off. Unfortunately, with all the strange angles, the human lost his footing and fell backwards with a loud thud. Grabbing the shower curtain, it fell onto the bathroom floor. "Fucking shit." He yelled out in frustration as he sat in the small tub. Suddenly, the door flew open with it not having any locks, and a panicked Azreal ran in. "Master, are you ok?" She asked in a concerned panic. "I'm fucking fine." Anon growled out, gripping his forehead as water rained on him. Seeing that Anon is not in any immediate danger. Azreal slowly approached and began picking up the damp shower curtain. After folding it up and picking up any of the metal rings that snapped. Once finished, she knelt down by the tub. Anon was still clutching his head. "Are you ok sir?" Azreal asked in a soft tone. Anon sighed before lowering his hand. "I'm fine. Sorry for yelling." He replied, his voice soaked in guilt. She gave a soft chuckle as she noticed his back, partly soapy, with his bad arm being the side not fully cleaned. At that moment it clicked. "Would you like me to wash your back, sir." Azreal asked, her tone Turing friendly. Anon looked as if he was about to straight out refuse, which would not have surprised Azreal. He seemed to swallow his pride as he replied. "Yes." After that, his shower did not take much longer, after Azreal helped with his back he assured her he was capable of doing the rest. Anon walked out the bathroom with his shirt and sling in his hand as he sat down in the living room, where he began putting on his shirt and reapplying his sling, with some difficulty. Azreal sat quietly on the other side of the same sofa with a clipboard and pencil. After applying his sling, the human moved on to taking some things out of his pack. As he did, he noticed Azreal with the clipboard. "You making a checklist?" Anon asked, turning his attention back to his pack. The demon glanced towards the human. "Nah, just sketching." She said nonchalantly. "You can sketch?" He said in slight surprise. Azreal shrugged. "When you live as long as I do. You tend to pick up a few things." Anon replied with a 'hmm' before closing up his pack as he stood up. "Right. I'm going to Twilights, so she can poke and prod me, and shit." The human stated, walking towards the door. "Alright, I'll see you later then." Azreal replied, not taking her eyes away from her sketch. Anon held the door open and was about to leave before a thought crossed his mind. "You can come with me if you want." Azreal eyes snapped towards the human. "Are you sure?" The demon asked. Struggling to contain her excitement. "Why not. I don't know how long this will take, and I would rather have a normal conversation than be told a fact about every fucking book in the room." The human replied. And with that, Azreal put her stuff down and hopped up. "Probably best to change to a pony, though." Anon added as she made her way to the door. Azreal shrugged. "Fair enough." She replied as she began to take her clothes off. Anon looked away. "I don't mind." the demon stated. The sounds of clothes hitting the floor accompanied her voice. "I do." The human simply replied. "In the future, just try and act like privacy is a thing." "Understood."