For Anonymous
You wake up to pain. A dull pain that surges through all of your senses. You feel slightly nauseous, but every ounce of your being wants to stay exactly where you are. Even though, you really aren't sure where that is. Keeping your eyes closed, you take deep, careful breaths.
This isn't anything you haven't handled before. Just another night of too much partying. Or was it? You don't remember.
It doesn't matter. You have things to do today. Maybe. Was that right? Or was today Saturday?
You bring a hand to your pulsating head and try to get a bearing on your senses. The normal gentle chirping of birds was a harsh and sharp stab to your ear drums. Every muscle screamed in agony as you tried to sit yourself up. The covers fall off of you as you sit on the end of the bed. Your stomach lurches, but thankfully it's just a burp.
A part of you wants to stay here. It would be easier to just stay here, curled in pain and anguish, hiding away from the world until the bad feelings go away. However, you know there's something you have to do. You just can't remember what it is.
Something deep inside of you demands it. A nagging thought persists in the back of your mind like you've forgotten something extremely important, and that if you put it off any more that it could mean dire consequences. Carefully, you rise to your feet.
With a slight wobble, you manage to get your balance.
"Alright," you grunt, putting one foot in front of another.
You look around your surroundings, but find yourself at a loss. This isn't your room. This isn't your home. Everything feels so different. Yet at the same time, it's calm. Soothing. You'll have to thank whoever put you up for the night.
With a gentle sniff, you smell something delicious. Eggs.
The recognizable scent of a home-cooked breakfast sends all sorts of happy, joyous memories through you. You step outside of the bedroom you find yourself in and walk down the stairwell. The home was nothing you've recognized and was certainly much smaller than the average house that you're used to.
The walls were a bland green with many different animal feeding trays along one wall, some simple furniture along another wall while bird houses hung from the ceiling. Little animals curried along the red rug in the center of the room, all making their own mild, quiet noises.
A white bunny stares up at you intently, then scuttles towards the source of the aroma. You know you've seen this place before. Was it in your dreams? Was it in passing? You've been here... haven't you?
You take a deep breath and continue to the bottom of the stairs, where a few animals approach you with caution. Crouching down, you hold out a hand as a more daring squirrel approaches you for pets. A smile curls on your face as you give the little creature a pat on the head, then head towards the bunny's destination. Each step seems easier than the last as the pain begins to fall away.
Walking through the open walkway, you find another familiar sight. A yellow pegasus with long pink hair, a song in her voice, and butterflies on her rear. Fluttershy.
Your friend who was there for you, even when you were alone. On her back, a small white bunny. Angel. That was his name.
He taps her mane and she turns to you with a comforting gaze.
"Oh! You're here," she says gently.
You look around the room and find a plate sitting at a kitchen table with a glass of water.
"Yeah. Sorry. I don't really remember what happened…"
"It's okay... don't worry about it," Fluttershy says. "Sit down! Sit down! Breakfast is almost ready. Oh! And I have a few aspirin for you. That should make the pain go away."
You look to the kitchen table, where two white tablets are on a light blue plate, with a glass of water. Step after careful step, you make your way to the kitchen table and sit down.
"What... what happened?" you ask.
You pause for a reply, but she doesn't answer. She simply sings a song as she cooks your meal, not seeming to care that you suddenly woke up in her home. You grab the aspirin and down them instinctively. Taking the glass of water, you gulp down the precious fuel to replenish your dehydrated body. The liquid is cool and crisp against your tongue, rejuvenating you with every tiny sip.
This isn't your first rodeo. You know how to handle a hangover.
Taking a deep breath, you sit up straight as Fluttershy trots over with a hot pan of eggs. She pours the golden, fluffy breakfast onto your plate. You give them a whiff as Fluttershy takes the pan to the sink. The scent reminds you of your childhood, when your mom would make you a special breakfast on special occasions. It reminds of of your birthdays. It paints pictures in your mind of high school and high school graduations.
The aroma takes you back to a place when things were simpler. The stresses of the every day didn't weigh down on you quite so hard. A time when the world wasn't an oppressive place to live in. You blink, and you're back in Fluttershy's kitchen, as she sits at the table beside you.
Grabbing a fork and knife, you cut out your first bite. Placing it in your mouth, you remember the first day of kindergarten. Your Mom cried as you waved goodbye to join all of the other kids. You swallow your bite.
Cutting out another piece, you take another bite. Your mind takes you back to a family dinner where you talked about your day in middle school. You swallow.
Another bite. First day of High School and your Mom is just as proud of you as the first day of kindergarten. The food goes down your throat, making you feel warm inside. You smile, reminiscing on your wonderful past.
"These are amazing, Shy," you say to her.
Fluttershy smiles to you and nods.
"It's my duty," she says calmly.
You take another bite. High School graduation. One more bite. Going away to college. You swallow, but this bite seems to go down hard. Your throat feels raw as you look down at the final bit of food on your plate.
Looking up to Fluttershy, you pause. Her eyes don't move away, as she places a hoof on your leg.
"It's okay," she says.
You look down to the final bite. Stabbing it with a fork, you bring it to your mouth. Your twenty-first birthday. Drinking with college friends.
You try to swallow it, but you choke. You chew, but the taste is gone. In small bits, you finally force it down your throat. A wave of sadness flows through you. The meal is over.
You sigh as you notice the headache is gone. The soreness in your muscles has lifted. There wasn't any pain anymore. The hangover was gone.
"How was it?" Fluttershy asks.
You smile and look up to her.
"It was great... I guess I just didn't expect it to end so soon," you say.
You look down at your hands, adding the pieces up in your head.
Why were you here? Why were you in Ponyville? Why were you in your favorite television show?
"It's okay now though... It's okay," she whispers calmly. "I forgive you."
You shudder as you feel her wrap her hooves around you.
"I'm sorry," you stutter. "I didn't mean to."
"Shhhhh," she says peacefully. "It's okay. It's okay."
You wrap your arms around her, squeezing her tightly. Tears come to your eyes, but you know they won't change anything. It is what it is. What's done is done.
"Things are nice here," she says. "We'll take care of you."
You pull away from her embrace and look into her eyes.
"What about everyone else?"
"They'll be sad. For a while," she says. "They'll never forget you. But they will realize that you wouldn't want them to be sad for long."
You nod, looking down to your hands.
"I don't want them to be sad."
"I know, sweetheart," Fluttershy says.
You take a deep breath and rise to your feet.
"But... they'll all be okay?" you ask.
Fluttershy nods to you. You pace the floor, looking back to the pony before you.
"Will they be happy?" you ask.
"They'll all have happy moments and sad moments. But yes, for the most part. They'll be happy," she assures you.
A smile comes to your lips.
"Good."
You see the back door, where the bright light from outside streams in.
"Are you ready?" she asks.
You look back to her.
"Do I have to go alone?"
She shakes her head.
"Oh Anon, don't you see? All of your friends are here to join you."
You turn to find all of them beside you. In a white room, Twilight, Pinkie, Rainbow, Rarity, Applejack and countless other faces stand beside you in a wide, white space. The door stands in front of you. You turn to your six friends and kneel beside them.
"Thank you... all of you."
Fluttershy simply nods as your six friends wrap their hooves around you. Tears well once more as you hold them tightly.
"You're all my very best friends."
After a long, silent moment, you release them. Standing up, you turn to the door in front of you. Placing a hand on the handle, you let go of the past. It opens wide, and you walk into the bright shining light.
Peaceful. Renewed. And happy.
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Holieeee shieeeeet. That was a twist.
Nicely done as usual, Priest. I know he'd appreciate it.
This touched my broken heart.
There are moments where men have to hold tears back for the sake of others, but this?
Me cryd vry much. Hurtz lke a b1tch.
My feels were not prepared for this.
All of my feels
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Wait did anon like die in the human world so he then ended up in equestria as his personal heaven??
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You should go and read his blog here.
Wow. That's... wow.
Hope you get over it I read your story in honor of him and even though it's not my normal read it was still nice
Neat.
Neatwait. Anon didn't have any real friends?Ouch.
WHAT!? WHAT HAPPENS!?! (and sorry about your friend.)
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He went into the light.
Oh.. Until the author's note, when you said that your friend passed away, I didn't understand it. Then I had a sudden flash of clarity, and then I felt so sad...
Limbo. The space between what is, and what will be. It is not part of life, nor is it part of the afterlife. It is the in-between.
It is a stopping place, a world that is yours and yours alone. In it, you are presented a choice. One can choose to stay there forever, or they can go on. I love how you've depicted it here, brilliant job.
I hope that you've come to terms. Your friend is in a better place now, free from the filth and pain of this world.
If you need to talk to someone, I'm open.
~SoDF
6827585 HE DIED!?!
That was the closest I've ever gotten to tears on this site. Well done.
My condolences. I'm sure your friend would've appreciated this fic you wrote for him. We can see that you cared for him dearly.
*Sigh* That hit home... like, really hit. Sorry, Addie.
Walk into the light...
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Rest in peace stranger. Bang!
The dark side has taken me. This story doesn't give me any feelz. Where is the bloodshed?
i guess i been on the dark tag too long.
Wow quite sad. May there be a peaceful after life for us all.
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My condolences. This story was a great, for your friend and for the readers.
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Oh god. I realized it mitway and it hit bad.
This was sweet, but the impact was lessened for me with the second person and the anon format.
Coulda done a lot better with an established character and a bit of character building, imo
Still, I understand, a fic made for a departed friend will always be special to its author.
Holy crap, the feels...
Captain?
If Rod Serling was a brony, he might've written a story like this. Very classic TZ-esque.
This is wonderful and you should feel proud. You really cared.
The feels... why you make me feels??? I no have feels, so why do I have them now?!?
This story activated something in me, something that rarely comes online nowadays. That thing is sadness.
I really appreciate what you've written here. Thank you.
I think I understand the message behind this story. Eat bite represents life becoming harder and more difficult as time goes on. Then, before you know it, all that time is gone. Also, I'm sorry to see that your friend has passed. My condolences.
My sincerest condolences, Flutterpriest.
I'd rather go to Equestria than heaven. Equestria is a world of tolerance, of fun, of individuality. Christianity is all based around judgement, purity, justice - and I don't give a damn about any of that. When I go, I'd rather go somewhere full of cuteness, happiness, friendship. I wouldn't want to live in the knowledge that anyone who didn't meet God's arbitrary standards was burned in agony, I'd want to live somewhere with REAL forgiveness.
Not to mention that some perfect, cloudy place would actually be quite boring. I want to go somewhere with big open farmland and busy cities and a whole race of adorable creatures, all with their own personalities, and strengths and faults. A place of organic, natural love, not a place of cold, sanitary purity where everyone is God's slave.
And of course I want to meet Twilight Sparkle, Trixie, Scootaloo, Derpy Hooves, Fluttershy - because in my eyes, they are so much more lovable than some God who was just given his powers for no reason. Twilight and Fluttershy and the others - they EARNED their powers. And they have made mistakes but they've always done their best to help others, and most of the time they succeed. It's so much easier to imagine a friendship with those cute, tolerant and most of all imperfect ponies, not some boring, all-powerful God that no one is allowed to question.
I would fight and die for Twilight if I had to, I would fight and die for Equestria. I simply don't feel loyal to 'real' countries or religions. I just understand ponies much better than I do humans. I don't get why humans find arbitrary categories like "black" or "gay" to be so important, I don't get why humans want to just take over everything and expand instead of just being sustainable, I don't get why humans think they're superior to other species and think they have the rights to use them like resources. I understand ponies much better, I just do. I've never heard them call themselves the ultimate species, I've never seen ponies paid less for being a particular gender, I've never seen them building huge new housing developments. They're just minding their own business and doing what they can to make life nicer for everyone, and I relate to that SO, SO MUCH MORE than humans, or God, or any of our weird politics or mythology. Humans are a messed up species and the last thing I want to do is spend eternity with them.
So uh yeah, most likely there's no afterlife at all - but I really want Equestria to be the afterlife, at least for me. I just want to live somewhere where I belong, where those around me think like me, and I don't feel like some alien who got planted here by mistake.
Wow I just poured my heart out into that comment X'D I guess that's a testament to how emotional this story is huh? ^w^
(Prepares for 1000 dislikes from angry religious people.)
6832649 I am religious but I liked your comment. I have thought of this myself, being a slave in Heaven? That would be an ironic, and terrible.
Simple, uses anon, Fluttershy; an easy entry into the feature box for sure.
The story itself is interesting in itself and I would imagine it to be a good send off to a departed friend. I don't know what style of writing they liked, so I can only imagine they would have liked it.
All the same, well done.
6832649 If I ended up in Equestria, my first thought would be I ended up in Hell. An eternity with four legged animals and a new villain-flavor-of-the-week to put up with? I'd rather end up in a white void space where nothing is bad or good and just so-so than a land populated by horses. Or if I woke up in Tales of Symphonia, that'd be great too.
Seems you have more judgement and disdain than the religion you're turning your nose to. But, that's my opinion.
6833047 It'd be kind of fun really, not just worshipping every day forever. Something interesting needs to happen right? And the fun natures of the ponies would more than make up for the danger. Besides I prefer four legged creatures to two legged personally, they're cuter x3 Maybe that's just because I've had nicer experiences with other animals than with humans as a child, idk XD A generally good life with dangerous moments (Equestria) is very different to never-ending agony (Hell) and to never-ending boredom (Heaven). Still going to like your comment for the first half of it though, because I agree that the story was very well done.
6832705 Yeah, I find it hard to trust God. I don't have anything against people who do trust in him, but to me someone saying "hey, I'm all powerful because I said so, I love you because I said so and everything I say is true because I said so" makes me a bit suspicious XD
Generally the nice people in life are relucant to praise themselves, sometimes the smartest and most compassionate people can be depressed because they feel they have failed. Hearing someone call themselves the greatest thing in all existence, who literally gets to decide on the definition of good just doesn't sit right with me. It sounds more like the language of a villain than a hero.
6832649 I Agree completely, If there is an afterlife I hope to Celestia that Equestria is an option, a place of friendship and harmony. You put that into better words than I ever could. xP
And Flutterpriest, If your friend were here I'm sure that he would be proud of the story you've written, I sincerely hope that you can come to terms with this, I'm sorry that all we can do is write words to try and make you feel better. I hope that he's in a better place.
I'm sorry about your friend, mate. Good story.
Wow
This was great
Anyone would love to have this written for them
Nevermind the quality, it's nice
But just to let you know, I thank you
I usually avoid second person POV and Anon stories like the plague. I was very glad to have made an exception in this case. I think this was a beautiful tribute. Thank you for sharing this with us.
it doesn't matter about the quality (which is good by the way) its about writing what you want, what makes you feel happy/better. This is a beautiful gesture for someone you love who has sadly passed.
I wont say I'm sorry for your loss because that's not quite right. I'm happy for all the memories you shared together and all the laughter you gave each other. don't mourn their death, honour their life and always keep them in your heart, I know what its like all too well to lose good friends way too young.
I lost one of my best friends when we were only 12. I have lost many good friends over the years, some to death, others to drugs and some for just completely changing who they are. I always remember the happy times we shared and keep them in my heart, I will remember them how they would want to be remembered.
You literally brought a tear to my eye....thank you for the feel...
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This presents my thoughts so clearly I'm actually a bit terrified...
I feel the same. Except replace Twilight with Rainbow.
6835907 Heh, glad I struck a chord with someone I guess XD Yeah, really Twilight is my fav because of personal preference but all the MLP characters are great, they're just so loveable. The characters are really the highlight of the series - and of the fan works as well