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// Chapter Three - More Than Toys 
// Story: Ponies in the Cupboard 
// by Hazardus_Havard 
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	“And now I know you’re all girls,” Anon says, walking out of the bathroom with the fifth pony who needed help on using the toilet.  “You even poop out miniature turds, how adorable!”
 
“T-that’s not adorable at all!” the unicorn says at his feet, running back to the couch looking red.  “And couldn’t you tell we were girls in the first place?!”
 
Anon shrugs to that.  “I’ve just been referring to you five as “its” since you’ve arrived here.  I’m still having trouble thinking of you all as something other than toys.”
 
“This is so embarrassing,” the blue one says from the cushion with the others, who all sport matching red faces.
 
“It’s not like I actually looked at you all when you used the toilet.”
 
“Not the point!”
 
Shaking his head, he walks back over to the couch and sits down on it across from them.  “So with that over with, before anything else happens, I think we should talk about you all being here, starting with your names.”
 
“Why do you need our names?” the unicorn asks without thinking.
 
Anon lifts an eyebrow at her.  “So I can stop referring to you all by toys and have an easier time around you all.  Or would you prefer it if I just called you The Murderous Unicorn?”
 
The white unicorn flattens its ears, looking off to the side as the pink one giggles.  “It… was kind of rude of me to ask that…  My name’s Rarity.”
 
Anon nods his head, pointing at Stetson pony.  “I’m Applejack,” she says as the others line up.
 
“M-my name’s Fluttershy.”
 
“I’m Rainbow Dash, fastest pony in Equestria!”
 
“And IIIIII’m  Pinkie Pie!”
 
Anon nods to them.  “My name’s Anonymous, or Anon for short,” he says, taking a bite of his burger.
 
“So you don’t want to tell us your name?” Applejack asks.  “It’s a bit rude to withhold that after asking for our own names.”
 
“No… that’s really my name.  My mom and dad always meant good but they’d tend to… do stupid things like that.  I wish they would have given me a sensible name or something better, like Logan or Clark.  It’s fine, but annoying whenever I try to do something like order out for food or buy anything online.  I had to personally go down to a pizza place one time and prove my name was what it was before they’d even deliver to me.”
 
“I… I think it’s a very nice name,” Fluttershy says, trying to not make a big deal of things.
 
“You have pizza here?” Rainbow Dash asks.  “We could eat some of that!  Giant sized pizza sounds totally awesome!”  She rubs her hooves together and stares off, now in her own thoughts about how a pizza that size would be.
 
“If I order out, sure.”  Tapping the side of his couch, he sits there in thought for another question.  “…I can’t think of anything to ask you yet that can help with things so do any of you have any questions?”  They all start blaring out questions quickly, making Anon flinch back at the volume.  “You’re all surprisingly loud for the size you are.”
 
Applejack steps forward, clearly taking charge of things.  “I think the first thing that needs to be asking is if you’ll be helping us get home.”
 
“Yes, so long as it’s not something out of my limits or anything crazy.”
 
“Just wanted to be clear on if you would or not.  Is there anything we can look at to learn more about your world?”
 
Anon takes a moment to think on that one.  “You could use my computer, but I’ll have to look up a website for that.  I’m not exactly certain if it’ll help with this situation.”
 
Rainbow Dash flies up to Anon’s face, making him move back.  “You said you purchased us a good while ago.  Is there anything there that might be useful?”
 
Anon lifts his eyebrows in surprise.  “That’s actually a good question!” He quickly stands up and walks into the bedroom.  Looking around, he spots the box still full of toys and other things it came with.  Grabbing it, he goes back to the table and plops it down.  “There, that’s everything I received.”
 
Rainbow Dash goes up into the air, flying down to the opening of the box before looking surprised.  “All our friends are here!” she says, diving down into the box.
 
She tries to grab onto one of the pony toys, barely managing to get it to the top of the box before falling back into it with the toy she had.
 
Snorting at that, Anon lifts the pony out of the box who yelps at being handled before setting her down and taking all the toys out one by one.  Once everything is out along with the papers the ponies start to examine the toys on the table.
 
“It’s so odd seeing everypony here like this, staring straight ahead as if nothing’s wrong,” Rarity says, looking around at the toys.  “It’s almost as if a cockatrice got to them all, but just freezing them instead of turning them to stone.”  Rarity looks at a specific one, narrowing her eyes at it.  “Is this supposed to be Berry Punch?  She looks… odd for some reason.”
 
“She appears to be an additional pony that I’d take a guess was mostly for background work,” Anon says, looking at a stack of papers on the characters, “a generic design perhaps?”
 
Rarity gives Anon a confused look before looking back at Berry Punch.
 
“Girls, Twilight’s here!” Pinkie Pie says, getting the attention of everyone.
 
Now standing in a circle, the girls all look at the purple colored unicorn looking up at nothing with a smile.
 
Rainbow Dash pushes the toy lightly, then looking down at her hoof where some dirt now lays on it.   “She’s nothing but plastic like the others…”
 
“There’s something… off about her,” Fluttershy says, looking to her left, then her right.  “Oh, I know!  Her wings are missing!”
 
The other four gasp, now noticing the seemingly missing wings.  “Why is she without her wings?!” Rainbow Dash asks, looking horrified at the sight.  “Do you know why she doesn’t have her wings?” she asks Anon with worry.
 
“I haven’t the slightest clue,” he answers, looking through the papers.  “Maybe it hasn’t happened in the story yet, I don’t know.”
 
“Whoa there,” Applejack says, walking up to Anon who looks down at her, “I don’t like the way that sounds.  What exactly do you mean by that?”
 
“Why do you think I thought you were all toys?  You were all “created” with the intention of selling some merchandise and for a cartoon on television a long time ago.  That’s how it was originally in this world, but something happened so that never went through.”
 
“So somehow those papers know about us and our world?” Applejack asks.
 
“Yes, but like I said, up to a point,” he answers, leafing through the papers while talking.  “Whatever happened in these papers seems to have already happened in your world, so this is like a retelling of your world if you will.”
 
“What’s it say?” Applejack asks with the others eager to hear more.
 
Flipping through the papers, Anon stops on the beginning of some papers for the first season’s episode.  “It says here for the synopsis of the very first episode, “Queen Celestia instructs Twilight Sparkle to go to Ponyville and help with the Summer Sun Celebration and make some friends. Twilight though is more concerned with the impending return of Nightmare Night from her one-thousand year banishment.”  So does any of that make sense to you all?”
 
They all turn to a certain pony that’s got a very dark blue color to it, along with a crown and other odd trinkets.  “They’re not queens,” Applejack says, “they’re princesses in our world.  And… that sounds like right after Princess Luna returned to Equestria,” Applejack says.  “That was a good while back…”
 
“So in terms of what’s happened in your world to this script, maybe there’s a few seasons worth of material that’s happened so far.”
 
Rainbow Dash walks up to a stack of papers, looking at some of the images for other things such as the designs of the characters before looking up to Anon.  “So what you’re saying is all of this was made… for toys and a cartoon.”  Anon nods his head.  “How exactly did they know about all this?”
 
Anon looks at all the toys on the table, letting out a sigh.  “I’m not exactly sure.  I honestly wish I knew.”
 
“Huh,” Rainbow Dash mumbles, looking back at Twilight.  “Is there anything… odd about us when we were toys, compared to the rest of these ones?”
 
“You were the only clean ones out of the entire box,” Anon says, lifting up a pony he sees called Cheerilee from the papers. 
 
“If these get cleaned up, maybe they’ll also come to life!” Fluttershy exclaims, now with the others looking at her with hope.
 
“…Yeeeah, sure,” Anon mutters out.  While I doubt this is likely to work, at least I’ll have these things cleaned up.  “Let me go get some cleaning stuff,” he says before placing the toy down and getting up.
 
Gathering up some rubbing alcohol and cotton swabs, he places the materials down on the table for the ponies to use.  Taking the cap off, he pours some of the rubbing alcohol in it for easy access.
 
“There you go,” Anon says, sitting back down.
 
“Aren’t you going to help us?” the yellow one asks, grabbing a cotton swab.
 
“Um… I’m going to…”  Anon picks up the script papers again.  “I’ll be looking through this, see if there’s anything that can help in case this doesn’t work.”
 
“Good idea, we’ll get started on getting our friend here cleaned up” Applejack says, rubbing some of the alcohol on the Twilight Sparkle toy.  “Be careful girls, this stuff smells strong.”
 
“Ooh!  Ooh!” Pinkie Pie hollers out, jumping over to the papers.  “I want to help looking at papers!”
 
The other ponies nod to that, to which Anon shrugs as he looks through the papers once more while keeping an eye on everything.
 
“Oh wow!  This shows how they thought we were going to look like!  There’s some of us doing funny faces and looking really weird.”
 
“So the concept art I was just looking at,” Anon says, looking down at some of the images.  “I’m not sure what use that’ll do you.”
 
“You never know until you look!” she says, going back to the papers.  “Though… why are we the ones mostly in these images?”
 
The others stop what they’re doing hearing that question, looking up at Anon.  He lets out a sigh, looking back at them.
 
“The show was going to be centered on the “Elements of Harmony””, Anon say, resisting rolling his eyes, “which is sort of silly sounding, but it focuses on the five of you along with a Twilight Sparkle.”
 
“So this show was going to be about us?” Fluttershy says, looking nervous.
 
“Yep.  There were going to be side things such as these Cutie Mark Crusaders, like Appleseed right there,” Anon says, pointing to a very small pony, “to add in and mix things up.  But for the most part, it’s all about you six.”
 
“Her name’s Apple Bloom,” Applejack tells Anon.  “She’s usually around with two others, so I wonder why they’re not here…”
 
“I hope Sweetie Belle is doing well without me there,” Rarity says, looking down at the ground.
 
“Why doesn’t that toy have one of those butt tattoos like the rest of you?” Anon asks, trying to look through the papers on the toy designs.
 
“They’re called cutie marks,” Applejack says, cleaning the inside of Twilight’s ear.  “When they appear on us, they tell us about ourselves, such as who we are or our special talents.”
 
“I don’t see anything here about them for what Hasbro used them for, I wonder if I’m missing papers to you guys; I might need to look that up online.”
 
“Who’s Hasbro?” Rainbow Dash asks, scrubbing Twilight’s body while keeping her head away from the cotton swab, gagging at the smell.
 
“The company that owns the My Little Pony IP,” Anon answers, only getting blank stares.  “Ehr, that’s the name of the franchise Hasbro owns, which is where these toys originate from.  The show’s full title you were all going to be in is My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.”
 
“That sounds like something Twilight would always talk about,” Fluttershy says, looking up at the smiling toy.
 
“It’s also sort of a lame sounding title for a cartoon about all of us,” Dash says with a frown, “especially me.  I think calling it “The Radical Tales of the Totally Awesome Ponies” would’ve been better.”
 
Anon ignores them at that point as they start discussing better ideas on their cancelled show while continuing to clean up the Twilight Sparkle toy, right before moving onto the princess toys.  They were fairly disappointed that Twilight didn’t start talking right after cleaning her, but Anon brought up it might take a while to work, if it’d even work at all that is.
 
“Sheesh, how’d they get so dirty?!” Rainbow Dash asks, letting out a groan from trying to get an area cleaned out.
 
“I don’t know, not even sure why you five were cleaned to begin with.  Maybe it’s just luck of the draw.”
 
“Not exactly lucky getting stuck here,” Rarity murmurs out while shining the hoof of the toy.
 
The entire time, Pinkie would let out a giggle or snort, looking at the papers and seeing how everyone was designed… up until she saw herself.
 
“Hey!  It says right here in these pictures of me smiling and having fun that I was supposed to have wings!”  She looks at her side, rubbing them up and down before looking at the picture with a frown.  “WHY DON’T I HAVE WINGS?!”
 
Looking down, Anon sees that she does in fact have wings in the picture.  “It might have been them wanting to balance things out in the show, so they removed the wings in your design, for whatever reason they had.”
 
“What balance?!  I would’ve been even more fun with wings!  Think of all the things I could’ve done if I had them on!  I could actually party in Cloudsdale!  Or hide inside clouds when I play hide and seek!”
 
“You already do those thingPinkie, which I still have no idea how you do that,” Rainbow Dash murmurs out.
 
“It looks like another pony got the wings instead in the end,” Anon says, pointing to Fluttershy flying in a picture.  “See, here she is without wings,” he points out, where Pinkie is flying above her and blowing a party whistle.  “And here she is with them now,” he points to, with the others also in the image with their final designs.  “So that’s likely what happened.”
 
Pinkie Pie slowly turns her head to Fluttershy, looking at her wings, then back to Fluttershy before pointing a hoof at her.  “YOU STOLE MY WINGS!!!”
 
“Pinkie, that doesn’t mean you were going to have them in your own world if the designs here were different… I think…”
 
“B-but… WINGS!”
 
“There’s no point in worrying about it now.  And hey, maybe in another alternate reality, you have them.”
 
Pinkie says nothing as she sits down, rubbing the side of her body, then looking at Fluttershy.  “Sooo, since this is technically an alternate reality, can I have your wings, Fluttershy?”
 
Anon simply slaps his face in exasperation of the situation.  “Have you found anything that might help out with things?” he asks in an attempt to change topics.
 
Pinkie slowly averts her gaze from Fluttershy who looks very confused, right before going back to the papers as if nothing happened.  ”Weeeell, things look really weird, like… um…  Like somepony didn’t know exactly how things look in our world,” Pinkie says, looking at some of the images.  “But I can’t tell if it helps us much…”
 
“What about you?” Applejack asks just as they finish the white princess toy and move on to the second princess.
 
Anon shakes his head.  “So far, all I’m reading is a script of season one, which likely coincides with things in your world.  There’s nothing about how you all got here.
 
“Does it say anything interesting?” Rainbow Dash asks, cleaning Princess Luna’s crown.
 
Anon looks down at the page he’s currently on.  “There’s an episode called “Winter Wrap-Up” where… you all decide to end winter and do some singing, where Twilight tries to find something to do…”
 
“We do love to sing when the mood calls for it… or sometimes when it doesn’t,” Fluttershy says, shining the hooves of the pony toy.  “We just really love to sing in general.  Oh how I wish I could do some singing with the birds right now.”
 
“…Do you all sometimes just randomly break out into song, or even into a dance or routine that comes off like it was choreographed but it never was?” Anon asks.
 
They all blink up at Anon.  “Yes, but how did you know that?” Rarity asks.
 
Anon purses his lips hearing the answer.  “I’ve seen it plenty of times in other cartoons or shows,” Anon says, looking up at his DVD collections.  “So your world is cartoony in nature which matches things I’m reading, gotchya.”
 
“There!” Rainbow Dash says, flying above the dark colored royal pony toy.  “We got Twilight and both princesses all cleaned up!  Sooo… what now?”
 
“That was fast,” Anon says, looking at the very clean looking toys, then back to the ponies.  “…Don’t you want to, I dunno, clean the others?” Anon asks.
 
“We all thought that if it does work, we probably don’t want to accidentally bring everypony over here to this world,” Applejack says, looking over to the other toys.
 
“I guess that makes sense,” Anon says with a sigh.  “At least those three are cleaned,” he says to himself, right before placing all the toys beside one another, keeping the three cleaned ones by themselves.
 
“Was there nothing in the papers that could help out?” Fluttershy asks looking at the stack of papers Anon was looking at on the couch.
 
Standing up, Anon picks up the papers and places it down in front of them.  “Nothing I could find that might say how you all ended up here, but you’re more than welcome to look through them.”
 
“Don’t forget the papers over here!” Pinkie says, lifting up a page and shaking it.
 
The ponies, staying optimistic about things, dive right through the papers, hoping to find something that could tell them how to get home while waiting to see if anything happens to the now cleaned toys.
 
Anon watches them crawl all over the table, talking to one another about what they read, seemingly still in high spirits regardless of the situation they’re in.
 
Clicking his tongue, Anon slouches in his couch, looking up at the ceiling in thought.  Thinking back on things, he starts to doubt that it’s the toys themselves that actually changed. 
 
Otherwise, why didn’t they wake up when he first opened the box?  It had to be that cupboard he got for his birthday. 
 
Did that old man have anything to do with this?  If so, it’s very odd that he’d let this happen without a warning of any sort.  Unless he wanted this to all happen.  But why would he want that?  And how do I get in contact with him to find out how to fix all this?
 
Anon’s eyes light up almost immediately.  Sasha!  She should know how to talk to him, or even about fixing all this!
 
With that thought in mind, he wonders if she knew this was all going to happen.  Is that why she wanted to see the pony toys in there?  Or is she just as clueless to any of this happening?
 
Feeling a tug on his shirt, Anon looks down on it and sees it pulling in the air without anything actually pulling it.  Looking at the ponies, he sees the unicorn with its horn lit up, clearly the one doing this.
 
“Sorry,” Rarity apologizes, “but we were trying to get your attention and you seemed to be spaced out.”
 
“No, it’s fine,” he replies, straightening back up.  “Did you find anything useful?” Anon asks, now doubtful there’d be anything there to help.
 
“These pages of yours are… scarily accurate,” Rarity says, looking back to them.  “There are some things off, but for the most part, they know a lot about us and our lives.”
 
“They’re really scary,” Fluttershy mumbles out, not liking the pages one bit.  “Something like this… how would anypony be able to get all this without knowing us?”
 
“I wouldn’t know,” Anon says with a small shrug.  “For all I know, everything else in our world is like this and all our stories are real in some other dimension.”  Anon pauses for a moment when something pops in his head.  “Or, maybe you all just think your world and everything else is all real when you came to life…”
 
Rainbow Dash frowns at that.  “Are you trying to say everything we know isn’t real and it’s all made up?”  She lets out a huff, looking away at him.  “I don’t believe that, I just can’t!”
 
“Let’s try to stay positive, Dash,” Applejack says to her.  Rainbow Dash lets out a snort before sitting down on the papers, still frowning.  “Anyhoo, other than the papers knowing us, we can’t seem to find anything that might help us get back home.”
 
“What about this?!” Pinkie squeaks out loudly, lifting up the corner of a page and poking it.  “This looks reeeeeaally weird, even weirder than the picture with Rarity looking fat—”
 
“I was NOT fat!”
 
Pinkie ignores the irate pony.  “It looks like it’s being covered here!”
 
Leaning in, Anon sees what Pinkie is talking about; an area of the page with something smudged on it.  Grabbing the page, he sees what appear to be some words being hidden with Wite-Out.
 
“We didn’t know what to make of this but it didn’t seem all that important,” Rarity says, lifting up some other pages with the same thing.
 
Looking at them too, Anon has some difficulty making out what’s being hidden.  Flipping through the pages quickly, he sees they all have the same thing on each one.
 
“Maybe I can find something out on the computer, this could be important,” Anon says.
 
Grabbing all the papers, he goes into his bedroom and straight to his computer.  Turning on the screen, he immediately goes online and starts looking up info on the pages and what he purchased.
 
He doesn’t get very far, only coming up with news on what Hasbro is currently working on.
 
Taking a moment, he looks up the person he purchased everything from.  Putting his search into the name as well, it doesn’t take long for him to come up with info relating to his purchase.
 
He’s not very happy with what he does find.  He immediately flips his keyboard at the computer in anger with a yell. 
 
It bounces off the wall right beside the monitor right before dropping to the ground.  Anon slams his computer stand with both fists in frustration before placing his head down on it.
 
“A-Anon?”  Letting out a groan, he turns his head to the side and looks at the ground, finding the ponies there.  “Is something wrong?” Fluttershy asks.
 
“…I got ripped off,” he replies, looking back at his computer.  “I bought some damn reproductions of the prototypes from some idiot that’s been trying to sell them for a while.”  He lets out a curse before bending over to his side and picking up the keyboard, ignoring the scattered papers now all over the floor.  “I knew I should’ve done some research on the product, but I just got too darn excited at the idea of getting Transformers!”  Placing his keyboard down, he stands up with a sigh and starts picking up the papers.  “And now I’m out over four hundred bucks on reproductions of a franchise I wasn’t even interested in…”
 
“That sounds like a lot of money,” Rarity says, lifting up some pages with her magic to help him.
 
“Thanks,” he says, grabbing the papers.  “And it is.  It really sucks finding out I just wasted my money like that.”  He lets out a chuckle, looking at the papers.  “It’s a nice touch adding the papers, making it look more official.  It must have taken a long time to collect all the info for this.  Too bad the wite-out is such a bad job or I’d be convinced it was the real thing.”
 
“At least we know it’s not about the toys that brought us here,” Rainbow Dash says with an awkward chuckle.
 
Standing up with the papers, Anon walks back out into the living room with the ponies following him.
 
“So the cupboard is what brought us here, right?”  Rainbow Dash asks, flying above the others.
 
“I doubt some idiot on the internet would send reproductions that could come alive, so it’s most likely that,” Anon answers, placing the papers down and looking down at the toys on the table.
 
“Then we just need to collect the other pieces to the cupboard so you can fix it and we can all go home!” Pinkie says enthusiastically with the others nodding their heads with smiles.
 
“I should probably wait for my friend to get here before I try anything with those pieces,” Anon says, grabbing his phone from the table.
 
“Why’s that?” Applejack asks.  “We have a solution home, so why wait?”
 
“She’s the one that gave me the cupboard just yesterday, which came from some old man she knows.  For all I know, gluing the pieces back onto the cupboard could just make things worse, so we need to wait for her.”
 
“Why would she give you a cupboard that could do this?” Pinkie Pie asks with a frown.  “That’s not very nice.”
 
Anon tsks at her, looking through his phones map.  “It was a birthday gift.  And I doubt she even knew about it.  If she did, she probably would’ve kept it herself and put Lego people in it.”
 
“Why Lego people, whatever those are?” Rainbow Dash asks.
 
Anon pauses, staring up and away from them.  “Reasons.”
 
The others look to one another, unsure about that answer as Anon goes back to sliding his fingers around his device.
 
After a few moments of silence, Fluttershy walks up to Anon slowly and sits a few feet away from him.  “So the cupboard was a birthday gift?”
 
“…Yes,” Anon says, not looking away from his phone.
 
“S-So we were supposed to be… gifts too…”
 
“Yeah, and it didn’t turn out like I was hoping it would.”
 
Fluttershy looks at the ground, moving her hoof around in a circle.  “I-I’m sorry we were bad gifts…”
 
“It’s nothing to apologize about,” Anon says, still looking through his contacts.
 
“Why didn’t you like us?” she asks.
 
“I was expecting large, awesome robots, not… small colorful ponies.”
 
“Could we get you a better birthday while we’re here?” Pinkie asks.  “I can help if with that.”
 
“My birthday was fine, there’s no need to do that.”
 
Fluttershy takes a moment to herself, trying to stay calm.  “I… I want to show you that you can also like ponies, like you can your robots!  Maybe before we go home you can give us ponies a chance…”
 
“…Maybe,” Anon answers, doubtful on that.  I’m not even sure why she’s bringing this up.
 
“So anyways,” Rainbow Dash says, moving things somewhere else, “we just have to wait on this friend of yours.  When can she get here?”
 
“…Tuesday.”  The ponies all look at him in confusion.  “Today’s Saturday, so that’s not for another three days, not counting today.”  They all let out a groan hearing that.  “For the time being, you all are just going to have to stay here.”
 
“We should go collect the other pieces, girls,” Rarity says, walking back to the bedroom, “we wouldn’t want them to get further lost before then.” 
 
She immediately stops in her tracks when a rumble goes out.  The others make similar rumbles before slowly turning around and looking up at Anon with sheepish smiles.
 
“I was just looking up some places to order out,” Anon says.  “I’m too tired from all this crap to make anything so I’m ordering out.  I’m in the mood for some pizza anyways.”
 
“Yes!” Rainbow Dash squeals out.  “Can you make it a large?!”
 
Anon stares at her.  “You realize it’s going to look large enough with your size, right?”
 
“B-but it could be even larger!”
 
He lets out a sigh at that, still looking around for a pizza place close by.  “It’s going to take around an hour or so before it gets here, just so you know” Anon says.
 
“That’s plenty of time for us to find the pieces!” Pinkie Pie says, pushing the others towards the bedroom.
 
Finding a local mom and pop pizzeria, he quickly orders a pizza, making sure one half was vegetarian and pays with his credit card before sitting down on his couch and relaxing for the time being.
 
He can hear the pony’s voices in the other room along with the clicking of their hooves on his hardwood floor, looking around for pieces of the cupboard.  Turning back to what’s on the table, he picks the papers up, deciding it might be a good idea to see if there’s anything there about the ponies now with him.  Going through them, he finds a bio page of the ponies along with pictures of their toy version being displayed by them.  
 
“That should’ve been the first clue to this not being official, why would there be photo images of the toys themselves here?” Anon says before reading through some of the pages.
 
Most of what he reads deals with very basic things about their characters, such as Fluttershy being shy and kind and caring for animals, or how Rarity is very generous to others.
 
“She was quite generous with that bats swing power,” he says, rubbing the bump still on his head.
 
Hearing his doorbell, Anon gets up and walks to it, looking out the door sights.  Surprised to see the pizza man, he opens the door.  “Did you seriously just climb three sets of stairs to deliver this?” he asks, seeing the man winded.
 
“I might have,” he says, holding the pizza out to Anon.  Hearing something clatter in the back, he tries to peek inside where Anon moves to keep him from looking in.  “Sounds pretty active in there,” the man says with a smirk.
 
“PINKIE, DON’T EAT THINGS THAT ARE JUST LYING AROUND!” Rarity screams out from the back room, making Anon suck in his breath.
 
“I CAN’T HELP IT, I’M HUUUUUUNGRYYYYYY!”
 
The pizza man shakes his head with a large grin.  “Dude, you have two girls back there?!  You lucky bastard.”
 
“Yeah… lucky…”
 
“I’ll leave you alone with them,” the man says, giving Anon the pizza box.  “You enjoy your night!” the delivery man says, walking away, still smirking.
 
Shaking his head, Anon closes the door.  “Odd he didn’t have me sign anything,” he says as he turns around, right before spotting all the ponies now standing on the couch, staring up at him in hunger.
 
“Are there apples in that pie of yours?” Applejack asks.
 
“It’s half veggie, half meat,” Anon answers.
 
Walking over to the table, he places the papers in the box before moving it and placing the pizza down.  Opening the top, the ponies clamber onto the table, looking inside.
 
Anon starts to serve the pizza over on the lid for them before grabbing a slice and starting to eat.  Pinkie’s first reaction is to belly flop right into it, to which Anon grimaces at.  The others chuckle at that as they try to figure out how to eat the oversized food, mostly being covered in cheese and sauce in the process.
 
“And now you all need baths,” Anon mutters out from a bite,” just terrific.”  The ponies innocently stare up at him, mouths full of cheese and sauce.  Anon lets out a sigh, going back to his pizza.  “I suppose I’d do the same if I encountered an oversized pizza.”
 
“A bath sure would be nice,” Rarity says, trying to keep from the carnage left from the others while munching on a green pepper.  She lets out a squeal seeing Pinkie somehow throwing an entire slice face down on her.
 
“You’re not trying the entire pizza out, Rarity!
 
The others snicker as Rarity tries her hardest to move the slice off her, now covered in sauce and looking angered.  Everyone looks away with a scrunched up face, trying not to laugh.
 
“Why did you have difficulty lifting that?” Anon asks, throwing his crust in the box and grabbing another slice.
 
Rarity tries getting the sauce off, only managing to smear it more into her fur.  “There isn’t much magic in this giant world of yours, so it’s difficult replenishing it inside myself.”
 
“Ah, you used it all on that bat then,” Anon says.  “Hopefully you get your magic back; it might be needed to getting you all home.”
 
“I can’t use a lot of spells, mostly levitation and a spell to hunt down gems,” Rarity says, pulling a mushroom out of her hair.  “I probably won’t be of much use for you all.  Twilight would have been a better choice here for magic.”
 
“It could still prove useful if we need t—” Anon pauses, looking at the blue pony, trying to grab some of the meat pizza.  “You really think that’s such a good idea with what your friend said earlier?”
 
She looks back at Fluttershy as everyone else stares at Dash.  She simply shrugs before looking back up to Anon.  “I’ve been around griffins, it’s cool.  I really want to see how it tastes.”
 
“What… type of meat is that?” Applejack asks, lowering a mushroom from her mouth.
 
“It’s mostly pork, why?”
 
Applejack’s ears lower with her looking sickened.  “That sounds an awful lot like pig to me.”
 
“I’ve had calydonia before, Applejack,” Rainbow dash says.  “And it’s not like these are sapener—whatever the word is… right?” Rainbow Dash asks, turning to Anon.
 
“I think you mean sapient, and that’s right.  Only humans are sapient in this world.”
 
Nodding her head, Dash grabs a sausage piece and takes a small bite of it, chewing it over a few times before letting out a hum.  “Tastes different from how the griffins prepared it, much sweeter tasting.  Sort of greasy though.”
 
“So there’s griffins in your world?” Anon asks. 
 
“Yeah, we have a lot of different beings in our world like them, like chimeras, parasprites, and dragons,” Rainbow Dash answers, trying to now take a bite of bacon.  “This is pretty tough to chew into, but it’s really tasty.”
 
“Your world seems to have a lot of mythological creatures from our own tales,” Anon says.
 
“Really?” Fluttershy flies up over closer to Anon, covered in sauce.  “Maybe you could tell us about your worlds creatures later on, if there’s time, that is.”
 
“Tomorrows a dead day for me before I go back to work, so there’s not like I’ve got much to do.”
 
Fluttershy claps her hooves together, showing a large smile while hovering in front of Anon.  “Oh that is great!  I can’t wait to hear about your worlds creatures!  Oh, do you have ponies here too?!”
 
Anon pauses from a bite hearing that.  A smile starts to spread on his face.  “Why, yes… yes we do.  I can show you those tomorrow.”
 
The others don’t like the smile on his face, unsure what it means while Fluttershy remains oblivious to it, too preoccupied with thoughts of animals at the moment.
 
Sitting back, Anon watches as Pinkie starts bugging Rainbow Dash about trying out calydonia, with Dash recanting tales of how she took down a large boar with griffins helping.  He couldn’t help but feel fascinated hearing her tale, even though much of it feels hammed on. 
 
The others start adding in things about other creatures they’ve met, allowing Anon to hear much about their world.  Anon meant to ask more about who they are themselves but finds himself too pulled into what they’re currently saying to do so.
 
I can do that tomorrow, he thinks, listening to how Applejack took on something called a timberwolf.  Maybe then, I can also get help from someone else as well.
 
 
~End Chapter Three~