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SaltAnon


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Why does this story have a horror tag? Because it just sounds like Anon has crippling depression. Anyway love what I’m reading so far.

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All good things come to those who wait. It is the first chapter after all. Work is keeping me from reformatting faster unfortunately.

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No, but I was inspired by several horror games. COF being one of them. If you wait for the later chapters I incorporate some COF music into it as well 😀

Taking another sip from your tea you spoke up again, “Princess Celestia was very adamant in her letters about only you me and Pinkie Pie coming on this trip. I’m certain she knows what she is doing, and has a good reason as to why Rainbow, Applejack, and Rarity had to stay, and why us three had to go.”

And we don’t know what that reason is.

”Oookay? Yes, my name is Anonymous, but please you can call me Anon for short. To answer your quirky friend there, it isn’t a very common name. But Human names aren’t really anything like, Fluttershy, or Pinkie Pie, or Twilight Sparkle, or something. Save a few exceptions I suppose.”

Like what?

”See...I don’t think I know, or if I do I don’t think I fully understand. Or if I do understand, then it just raises so many more questions whose answers seem impossible to me. Or just very hard to accept.”

What? What the hay does that even mean? You grimace slightly

What does that mean?

Oh boy, I can’t wait to see Anon get better and for every body to be the best of friends. :)

You walked into Anon’s room and sat down on one of the sofas, as Anon took off his hoodie and threw it on the bed. He grabbed a towel and stumbled into the bathroom. Leaving you alone in the room just to think.

Then, why did they sit on the floor last time?

”I know how you feel right now Fluttershy. You feel as though no matter how hard you try or what you do you can’t do anything right. Nothing works! Nothing seems to go how it’s supposed to and you feel helpless.”

Ok, so we’re getting a few clues about anon.

I feel like this will go bad.

”It’s not even that I’m not thankful or don’t trust the others either. But all of my problems. The one’s I’m not willing to share, are complicated. And last time I told a friendly face about them, I was stabbed in the back, and didn’t want that to happen again. So I never told them, out of fear more than reason, but knowing your past? I feel safer telling you, and can’t give an explanation as to why that is.”

Didn’t he already tell her why?

”Twilight darling! It is so wonderful to see you back. How was Canterlot? That mythical beast wasn’t too much trouble I hope!”

No, but he can be.

Rainbow hovers over and butts in. ”Yea Twilight! I bet you showed that war mongering monkey what for! Sucks I wasn’t there for the fun.”

Rainbow, you don’t want no smoke.

Rainbow got between you and Rarity and shoved her face right into yours. ”Yea? Well, he’s still a human Twilight. And what do humans do in their stories again? War? Chaos? Murder? Even to each other! They are also masters of deceit, how can we really trust him?”

How can he really trust you?

A new wardrobe would hopefully be more comfortable and help with his self image. And last is, ugh, Rainbow Dash. Loyal as she is, she can be as stubborn as a mule sometimes.

She’d have to be last, hopefully Anon makes a good enough impression on AJ and Rarity that Rainbow would have to come around to giving him a chance.

I wouldn’t worry about her, honestly.

“Ah’ promise Granny, he’ll be on his best behavior, Ah’ll make sure of it.” And that was the Celestia’s honest truth. Monkey tries anything and his face will be the receiving end of a bucking.

You do realize that if you do that you make him angry, right?

”Heh, God help us if that were the case. Well, some people will get a tattoo the relates to a hobby or profession they have. But you can get a tattoo of anything, anywhere on your body.”

How is that a bad thing?

You see him running into his room...crying. The only Stallion in this house and Granny had bigger nuts than him.

Wow, that’s sad. I could understand if his eyes got a little watery.

You make our way to him, careful not to wake him up too early or suddenly. You think you finally have a way to wake him up and keep him in the dream realm. You promised to help him with the nightmares he’s been having, which thanks to the work of Twilight Sparkle and her friends have gotten a lot more tame, though it was still up to you to make sure he didn’t suffer while he slept. You stop inches away from his slumbering body and carefully nudge him with your muzzle.

I thought she couldn’t get into his dreams.

“500 is a lower number than 3,000”

I’m sorry, what?

It was your turn to welcome and make friends with that...THING Twilight brought home. You tried not to be a judgmental mare, though seeing him for the first time was appalling. His mane was a mess, his eyes were sunken in, he was covered in bruises and scrapes.

AND HIS OUTFIT!

Anyone else wanna smack rarity?

“Well, I’m not going to be doing anything with you until we get you cleaned up! No offense ‘a-nanny-mouse’, but I can’t let myse-, uhm, I can’t let YOU go out and look like that!”

So this is about you?

“You’re too kind darling, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Just a deep cleaning spell and some sewing.”

Spell?

”Wha? Oh! Rarity, yea I am. I’m sorry, I should have asked first if smoking here was okay wit-”

“Could I have one as well?”

Rarity can’t talk sh*t no more.

“Darling snuff that out, if we’re going to ruin our lungs we should at least do it with class.”

Someone quote that, please.

By candle light, you began writing, a lonely tear escaped your eye.

“Dearest mother...”

Aww. We’re not going to see the letter?

The note reads:

”Dear Twilight Sparkle, We have read up on what we believe to be at the heart of this issue, and while it appears to not make any sense, there is nothing wrong with exploring the possibility. You see, a pony’s dream is within their own consciousness, when asleep, their consciousness must go somewhere. That somewhere as you know is the dream realm, a metaphysical dimension for the conscious mind. Imagine the physical world as a piece of film, and the conscious world as a source of light passing through it, and you may understand the general idea. Our minds only act as a vessel for our conscious selves. This consciousness still has an origin however, and stays with our conscious. In most creatures this is within the heart. The heart is the source of our consciousness when projected into the physical world while a pony is awake. We bring this up because in our talks and studies of Anonymous, we can’t seem to find HIS source. Only his consciousness. This maybe a quirk of the dream realm, but I implore you that whenever the time is opportune, use your magic to check and see if Anon’s source of consciousness is in his heart. If we know where his source is, we can use it to help him. I’m sure the spell to do this is in the second volume of ‘Intermediate spell casting.’ I wish you luck. ~Princess Luna.”

Ok, so is she basically saying instead of his dreams coming from his mind it’s coming from his heart?

Anon sighed and leaned back, staring off somewhere nonspecific. ”Honestly Twi, I don’t think those feelings will ever go away. They’ve been easier to deal with though, I’ll give you that much, but there is still...something getting in the way. I think I know what it is, but I don’t know if I can come to terms with it.”

What is it?

“Gosh, want to talk about it?”

Anon paused for a second, pondering the question, then shook his head. ”Maybe tomorrow. I’m honestly done with opening my heart up today, plus I don’t know how exactly I feel about saying anything about...that.”

He’s not.

”Celestia didn’t make a pool filled with tea next did she?” Anon had a sly smile growing on his face.

“Oh she nearly did. However the guards managed to convince her to stop once rumor spread that if she tried such a thing half of the staff would strike over all of the clean up work.”

Can’t she just clean it herself?

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He's the protagonist from a horror game, I don't remember the name but it's basically a silent hill clone.

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Cry of Fear is the name and his name is Simon

You pulled some glue from out of no where and showed it to Anon. “I glued the bit to paving, so when somepony comes to pick it up, they are going to be having a pretty hard time trying to get it.”

That’s a waste of money.

Gilda eyes Anon.

”Ha, who’s the chimp Rainbow? New friend? First dweebs and now bald gorillas?”

Gilda, you don’t want smoke.

”Sounds like a bitch to me.”

“She is! Ugh, I don’t even remember why we were ever friends. And why is she even here? What business is so important she has to come to Ponyville to do it?”

She knows what that is?

”Her friends abandoned her after all of that mess, as did I. Apparently it spiraled way out of control too because after that happened. Our manager decided, instead of moving her to a separate shift, to fire her, for reasons I’m still unsure about. In the end, I remember her begging for forgiveness at my apartment door, saying shit about not meaning to be like that and having good intentions in the beginning.”

Hallelujah, there must be a god.

This got a laugh from Anon. ”Haha, thanks Rainbow. You’ve been pretty cool today.”

You bucking know it monkey.

Wow, still haven’t changed.

You see her pull out a small bag with the word “rent” on it and put the bits she stole into her bag. That slimy, feather brained, no good...ugh.

Looks like someone is overdue for rent.

“Yes, I am. I need you to keep watch so no police ponies stop me too early.”

Those exist?

45 minutes later, and a facehoofing Twilight was trying to contain herself while she scolded you about how assault and battery, even if done for good, is still illegal, all the while, a bruised Gilda is being carried away by Paramedics.

Damn, I didn’t expect that.

After a few more seconds of inspecting the aura around Spike’s heart, there was another flash, and the light was gone. The world was back in its full color.

I thought it was supposed to be in his head.

”Well. Actually, that may influence, but it isn’t what I mean. In fact being dropped in a land of magic and talking myths isn’t the strangest thing I’ve seen recently. I actually have been feeling more normal and at home here than back where I come from.”

Then, what is the strangest thing he’s seen?

”Luna I...I’ve seen things. I saw terrible, horrible things there. I-I saw some of the most strangest things. I...ugh. Never mind. I don’t even know how to explain it. Or accept it. All that matters is, while I was there. I couldn’t find out if any of that was real or, if I was just seeing things.”

Is he talking about earth or something entirely different?

You supposed all of this would be okay then. You decided to dress up as Edgar Allen Pone for this Night Mare Night. One of your favorites. His stories were more dark than they were scary, but he was an amazing writer.

Is that made up?

Speaking of writing, you couldn’t get your mind off of what happened almost a month ago with trying to find Anon’s source of consciousness. It was in his journal, and the aura surrounding it seemed corrupted, almost unnatural. You didn’t write to Luna about it. You didn’t know how too.

Twilight, you’re an idiot.

How do you describe what you saw that night? Anon seems so normal, as normal Anon can be at least. You always knew he was hiding something, but this something seemed to be deeper than just this bad place he went to or a very bad incident that happened to him.

Then it would be a good idea to report to the princesses.

Spike hopped onto your back and Anon placed the bowl out on the front step of the library. With that all three of your were off to Sugar Cube Corner. Walking through the front door you took a minute to appreciate Pinkie’s decorating skills.

They’re going to steal that candy.

Though, despite his insistence on the opposite being true, Fluttershy spent most of her time around Anon. Though he ended up being the one comforting her. Poor pegasus was shivering in Anons hoodie after Pinkie tried to give her a cupcake with a gumball decorated to look like an eye stuck in the top.

Didn’t know she could fit.

“Oh she doesn’t mind anymore. A few years ago she tried to come here and change Nightmare Night into more of a feast. Didn’t go over too well. She actually ended up embracing the idea instead.”

A feast?

”Hey, what’s that?” You stopped and looked to see where Anon was pointing.

In one of the large clearings, there was a guitar leaning against a tree stump.

Did somepony put that there on purpose?

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A feast?

Yes. She did. She said this in Season 2

Hm...what do humans like? You just needed to look through it for uh...research. Curiosity! Purely scientific, not at all trying to figure out what would please a human male because the only human male you know is a good and platonic friend anyways.

Adding romance tag when?

”And then, after the pony slowly opened her front door, she finds on her door step...her missing saddle, covered in mold.” Lightning flashed, and you and your friends all huddled into each other. Shivering.

I think you mean rainbow.

”I mean, you guys have been sharing your...uhm, ‘spooky’ stories, and I was just waiting for one that was particularly dark is all.”

Anon built different.

”I said I’m never going to tell you what happened to me, or where I was between me being in my world and me showing up here.”

Is that the scary place he’s been talking about?

”You busted through the door and were all like ‘wraaaa’ and I was all like ‘aaaaaa’, and then AJ came through with a mug of water and-mmphmmmphphph.”

Does a night terror make you do that?

Yes, you’d let Pinkie offer Anon a lunch with your friends. But it was clear now that you had to intervene. You couldn’t wait for the answers to show themselves. You had to do something, and do something now.

Why not just tell the princesses?

You scrunched your muzzle. “Don’t worry Anon. You may not want to accept our help. But we are going to give it to you. We’ll make what ever you’re going through better.”

What if he doesn’t want to feel better?

A pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Obvious what these are for. A strange long wire that split in two a long the middle. On the end of the two wires were small buds bent into a shape resembling a phonograph’s horn.

Headphones?

At the other end, a dull metal spike with grooves a long it. You weren’t sure what these were for. You put those aside and continued.

What?

It was a long, black, rectangle. Rhomboid actually now that you looked at it. It was ‘L’ shaped and had a little trigger in the angle. You don’t remember the princess’s mentioning Anon having this on them. They must have thought nothing of it.

This man was packing?

“We aren’t sure, but there is a strange aura surrounding him on the dream realm and I can’t get through it. I will be leaving to Ponyville with great haste! I’m sorry we must cancel on the tea party.”

Nice to know they have tea parties.

Rainbow dash opened the door and a gust of the stench flew out. It was rancid. It was like mold...mold and rot. It was on the tip of your tongue. What was it?

Dead body?

”S-spirit? Why are you-”

“Anon, that was a figure of speech.”

”I...uh, heh heh. Yea, of course.”

A human that doesn’t understand figure of speech.

The walls had writing on them.

”OPEN YOURSELF UP!”

Why?

Making a lot of noise. No. And though you had the energy to walk and move around fine, maybe even get into a little bit of a fight or run away if it came down to it, your magic reserves remained at critical levels. Weird, you should have enough to preform basic spells at this point.

So it’s draining her of magic?

By the maker, the crunching. The horrible noises of the two children’s lungs filling with blood too. It was all just so…By the gods.

F*ck them kids.

The taller creature ripped open the child’s chest cavity and began to pull out the organs. Slowly, one by one. Sniffing them, bringing it to it’s face which was hardly visible and blocked by long blonde hair.

What is this silent ponyville?

It thrust down. You blocked, though he managed to give you a good scrape. He slashed across. You blocked again. He really shouldn’t be messing with a princess who took jousting as sport. He stuck his fingers into your nostrils.

Didn’t know it was a sport.

“That should do it. Should’ve grabbed some alcohol or something.”

Not that you’d be any worse of with out it. Though it’d help. Superior alicorn immune system for the win.

Then, what would be the point of the alcohol?

’Anon’s job phone number and address: 555-240-1209 , 1576 South Elroy Street’

Is this number meant to lead to something?

So bratty bullying children and a faculty lady who doesn't know how to stop pro prodding and "helping"...clever silent hill depiction of anon's past

So it was the moment his dad died but why was he skinned? I mean I get the mid scream since you can't really do much with a stroke...and poor anon's mom that must be his guilt

Nice representation of Claire for Luna to feel like Anon did

Some of the paths had those cars blocking the way but were hardly and obstacle for you to climb over, unless they were larger or on fire. In which case you had to find another way around. Which usually wasn’t an issue. You scrunched your muzzle as you looked at the map again. This map made less sense than the last one you found in the neighborhood.

So she got a different map?

Anon’s body out cold and motionless. What if she tried to break you out like you did Twilight? While you didn’t want to stay here any longer than you had to, Twilight said you had to live through Anon’s troubles.

Anon said the same thing in the school.

They did?

You noticed something a little off about the statue. Was...was that Human on top of a pony?

You were going to have to remember to ask Anonymous about that.

Please let her remember.

”Do you have any FUCKING idea what you’re doing? How much STILL being here hurts? Don’t think I’m not reliving every moment of this place a long with you. This. Is. My. Hell. I had to live through this TWICE before, and just like you I thought I could use this idea of myself to fight through these demons my first time through this horrible shit hole! You’re in MY world, through MY eyes. And every time one of you four legged SHIT STAINS come through here and make me ‘open up’ this world I have to relive it EVERY SINGLE TIME! And look at you! You’re injured! So much good “helping me” did you huh? I don’t have to be as nice as I’m being right now you know?”

If you don’t want to be nice, then sit there and shut up.

Why? Oh yea, you were running away. Something terrible happened. Twilight had read your journal and saw the horrors inside it.

Quite literally. How the hell that happened you weren’t sure of but she had apparently been sucked literally into the book and lived through the same horrors you did shortly before showing up to this strange horse world.

So he didn’t know you could get sucked into it?

Nothing scarier than your reflection huh?

riveting story....can't wait for the update :pinkiecrazy:

Huge for a hospital though. Twice the size of the one in Canterlot. Why where human buildings so massive?

Because, humans are bigger than ponies.

Your alicorn eyes were really being tested at this point. And then, finally after all that climbing.

“The third story. Thank the gods!”

You pushed into the bar across the door.

*clink*

It was locked.

You had to hold in your scream, every nerve and fiber in your body was at a stress point you’ve never felt before. Every door, EVERY DOOR, the smallest obstacle between you and the one thing you needed was always LOCKED!

I’m sorry, but that is amazing.

Last time you saw him he...well, no use dwelling on that or what it could mean. You had bigger things to worry about than the fabric of reality. Of what was real or not.

He what?

*Bark bark*

A gray blur pounced on the creature, knocking it over. The dog from before had pounced on it. The creature groaned and thrashed around, trying to get the animal off of it. The dog bit into its neck and chewed away at the flesh. You were amazed by the surprising lack of blood. In fact, there was none. Just flesh and bone.

Good girl.

After a minute of struggling, the pedestrian finally stopped moving, and went limp. The dog sat next to the creature and looked at you expectantly. Its tail wagging side by side with excitement.

It’s official, you’re coming with me.

“What in the hay was did we trip on?” You looked down. A shallow trench ran through the tiled paths in the floor. Well less of a trench and more so a,

“Rut...I wonder what THIS is supposed to mean.”

Did a car drive through the store?

Bills, a check list, a pornography magazine.

Hm...what do humans like? You just needed to look through it for uh...research. Curiosity! Purely scientific, not at all trying to figure out what would please a human male because the only human male you know is a good and platonic friend anyways.

Why don’t you just stuff it in your bag?

”August 5th, 2019. Anonymous was late for work. Given a verbal warning. September 1st, 2019. Anonymous was caught slacking in the Men’s restroom. Given a verbal warning. September 10th, 2019. Anonymous was late for work again. Given a verbal and written warning. September 25th, 2019. Anonymous failed to show up to work. Given a final written warning and placed on Probation. Note: Anonymous has been taken off of probation and had his last written warning excused upon phone call from his psychiatrist. Employer’s Notes: Anonymous is hard to have around here. He’s rather subpar at his job so I just keep him on the night shift. However, his shrink just recently informed me that Anonymous needs “special consideration”, whatever the hell that means, and needs a job like this. If I didn’t have a conscious I’d have fired him. But I don’t feel right firing an employee that is sick, and can at least do SOMETHING around here. Claire seems to be a good enough friend and influence for him. I’m placing her on the same shift as Anonymous as well as giving Anonymous small jobs that are hard to fuck up. Janitorial jobs, stocking jobs, what have you. He’s too anxious around the customers. I’ll have to make sure to update the shift manager.”

Wow. They keep track of all that?

Anonymous put a hand up to the back of his head, you assumed where that wound you first saw in the school was.

When was that?

You looked over towards the front desk. You had a near heart attack. Though upon further inspection, you didn’t know whether to feel dread or laugh.

There stood a pedestrian, holding his candle, in a...bellhop outfit.

What is that?

”Oh...I’m about to give you all the fucking help you’ll need. You asked me before why I didn’t try to leave like last time. I didn’t think it could be done, but might as well try now.”

Wait, which anon is this?

He pulled out another long piece of metal with what appeared to be metal pellets inside. He slid the metal piece into the broad end and then pulled back the metal on the barrel.

Ok, now it’s starting to make sense.

You glance down, terror and confusion washed over you. Anon had rested his hand on your flank. A tug from your mane pulled you back down to Anonymous’ chest. You struggled to pull away. Screaming and crying, begging to be spared.

Wait, how?

The best way to describe this chapter is anon getting his a** kicked by himself for 90% of the chapter. The other 10% is anon kicking his own a**.

I’ll be honest, there was a lot of confusion.

Yay a happy ending for Simon- I mean Anonymous lol

Yeah the ending feels rushed but to be honest it kinda works because there wasn't that much world building to play around with the characters, it was mostly Anon's character building, so I think it works.

Besides for me the heavy and most amazing part was the journey trough the journal since it really did feel like a Silent Hill version of Cry of Fear and it was really cool and gloomy. I even ended up replaying Cry of Fear cuz of this fic.

I'm really glad I found this story and really hope to see more of your work. Cheers and take care!

HIS OPINION ON THE POLITICS OF DOOR HANDLES?

Don't get me started, you motherfucker

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una cosa es decir algo y otra saber que es cierto, imaginate que la razon de la muerte del padre es que se suicido o que lo mataron y le hicieron parecer suicidio? para mi que se suicido y por eso la madre estaba mas que debastada y por eso 'algo' se aferro a Luna con todas sus fuerzas

Pretty good. I visit /mlp/ multiple times a day and didnt see this one there.
I was looking for sad and horror fics here and im glad i finally gave this a chance.

That being said the ending felt kinda weird in my opinion.
I loved the references (and some times direct interpretations) the story has with cry of fear, and for that reason I was expecting something different.
Im personally a sucker for sad endings, thats just how I am and I think that could have shaped my opinion on the fic.
For the ending I was waiting for a bittersweet one after all that has happened. Depression is something complex, something that time and time again i have seen depicted on the media in very poor fashion.
Life isnt a book or a movie, when a movie ends thats it, nothing else happens and stuff gets frozen for all eternity. IRL stuff just keeps rolling, no matter how bad things can get it always goes on and on. Thats why i feel mental problems are hard to depict without watering it down.
I loved cry of fear because even the best ending was a pretty fucked up turn of events all things considered, still i wouldnt have had it any other way. Simon is still an invalid, he killed two cops, her love interest was with another guy, hell probably be in that mental institution for the redt of his life and he is still depressed. And even with that he ended up much better than when started because he realized his problems and started the process of healing.
I feel like there is still chance of something bittersweet with the ending of this fic but maybe thats just me.
Still, great fic i liked it a lot and im gonna check your ponepaste now. Good to see that people still write shit for aie general, everyone seems to be over rgre.

Ps:im so glad you chose luna she is my fav

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