Anon sat on the black leather couch with his sister as scrolling credits filled the TV's screen. Said sister was fast asleep, covered in a thick woolly blanket. The human simply watched the credits roll as cinematic music played quietly, his mind elsewhere.
*Bzzz*
Anon's pocket rumbled as a phone vibrated against his leg. Digging the phone out, Anon opened the cheap plastic flip phone to see a message from an unknown number.
Deal is on tonight, I need you on the perimeter. Bring the leverage.
The fuck? You gave me 24 hours downtime.
Too fucking bad. Get your ass over here, u've got 2 hours
Yeah I'll be there. Probably a good idea to get the extra .32 out of storage.
Done. Remember, no loose ends.
"Shit" Anon quietly cursed as he stared at the messages on the screen. He remained still for a few moments before snapping the flip phone in half and discarding the remains. The human was about to stand and continue his work before a strange feeling crawled up his spine. A feeling as if he was being watched, keeping still, The human eyes darted towards the door and each window in view before his mind clicked. He had been through these events before, but it felt too real to be a simple dream.
"And here I thought a bunch of talking ponies was the least of my issues. What do you want, Luna?." Anon questioned openly.
At first, the human got no response. But eventually the world began to morph and twist, reconstructing itself into a familiar scene. The house disappeared, replaced instead by a small hill looking over ponyville. A large oak tree was rooted nearby, applying shade to Anon and to an occupied park bench. The human eyed the occupant as he sat on the other side of the bench, a pitcher of fizzing liquid which could be guessed as lemonade popped into existence onto the table.
"Very astute of you as always Anonymous." Luna commented as she sipped her glass.
Anon looked at the lemonade for a few moments before pushing his full glass aside. "So, what's the occasion?" Anon asked simply.
"Well, do you remember what happened before you began dreaming?" Luna questioned.
Anon gazed at the table as he tapped his chin in thought. "I remember being at the hospital. Got interrogated and met up with Twilight and Rainbow Dash. It gets pretty hazy after that." The human attempts to remember.
"I see." Luna began. "In an attempt to wake up Astral, You gave him some of your magic. Unfortunately, when Astral's dampening ring was removed for maintenance it was not placed back onto his horn, leading to stagnated magic. In your magical transfer, Astral's build-up of magic seemed to have flowed into you. Even after hitting your magic capacity, the overflow caused severe damage to your body. Instead of dying which in all seriousness should have been guaranteed with how much magic you absorbed, your body was able to adapt to the new capacity. You are currently in one of Twilight's guest bedrooms healing. I'm going to wake you up now, so please try and remain calm." Luna informed, her seriousness hanging on every word.
Anon stayed silent for a few moments before replying. "Ok." He finally answered as his shoulders shrugged.
"Ok? You nearly died." Luna reaffirms, her voice raised slightly.
"Look, I have been through way too much shit to be surprised at this point. Right wake me up, I need to slug Twilight." Anon replied as he stood up.
"Slug?" Luna asked, tilting her head.
Anon waved dismissively at her, "Eh, don't worry about it."
"Very well. I wish you luck."
Those last words echoed inside Anon's head as his consciousness began to return.
Slowly but surly, the human regained the feeling in his body, realizing he was lying down. The first thing Anon tried to do was open his eyes but to no success. Either they were forced shut or something was covering them. The human shuffled underneath what he could only assume to be covers as he felt something at the base of his feet. For its size it was decently light but was not simply one shape. After a minute or so of thinking, the human realized that it was a pony, and there only being one creature who would willingly lie next to him. Anon brought his left leg up to his chest and booted the creature off.
The creature let out a surprised grunt before a thud could be heard shortly after.
"Good to see you're awake sir." Azrael quickly commented as she hopped back onto the bed, while Anon proceeded to sit up.
"I can't see shit." Anon comments to himself as he brings a hand to his face. Immediately, the human touches the familiar texture of bandage. Secured loosely, the bandage is easily removed as the light invades Anon's eyes. "Fuck me that's bright." He blurts out quickly before covering and rubbing his assaulted eyes.
"I'm going to fetch Twilight, try not to end up in hospital again." Azrael suggests as she quickly trots towards the door.
While gone, Anon takes this time to get readjusted to the light. Even with his eyes covered for how knows long, it felt as if his eyes had never felt sunlight. The human felt a crick in the back of the neck, when the attempt was made to rub it, his hand met something smooth and cold. Confused by this, the human traced his hand around as it surrounded his neck. "Have I got a fucking collar on. Oh, I was joking before she is going to get slugged big time.
Now with his new accessory figured out, Anon swung his legs out from underneath the blanket and placing his feet on the cold crystal floor. As the human went to stand, his legs buckled as he fell flat on his face. "What the hell is going on? First my eyes, now my legs. How long was I out.
As Anon pushed himself off from the floor, he saw himself in the reflective stone floor which made him freeze.
He missed it at first but with him being so close to the reflection, it's almost impossible to miss. His irises, they were a slow swirl of a gradient from light to dark blue as the colours slowly mingled with each other.
"Oh you can fuck right off!"