Anonymous And The Nightingale

by The Mercenary

First published

Anon asks out Rainbow Dash, only to be shot down

Anonymous has his heartbroken for the last time, and now the Mane 6 sees what he's turned into, causing him to lose connection. During one of his bar exploits, Anon meets a bat pony that goes by the name of Nightingale.

The Day That We Changed Him

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W-What did you say, Anon?" Rainbow Dash said with the most shocked and dumbfounded look that you've seen. Maybe she was just caught off guard by your question? Yeah, she probably needs to hear you say it again,

"I love you Rainbow, I have for a long time now and I felt that since today is Hearts and Hooves day...It was the perfect time to ask you." You looked on at Rainbow, still wearing a look of massive confusion her face, then, her stunned and confused look shifted into anger and rage,

"Anon no, no way! That's so uncool, we're friends, why would I want to ruin our friendship like that?!" Her loud tone made you flinch, you had never seen her so pissed before. Hesitantly, you murmured out a respone

"So that's why?" She didn't yell this time, but her voice stern and cold,

"No Anon. It's not just that, it's the fact that you aren't,"

"A pony?"

"That and the fact you aren't even athletic. I need a stallion to keep up with me, somepony that I have things in common with. And the way I see it, we hardly even relate to each other. Sorry, Anon, but no just...no." There it was, the truth. Your mind and body were brimming with sadness as you contemplated ways you could hopefully change her mind, even though her mind is made up. Looking down at the ground on the brink of tears, you grab the shattered remnants of your heart, humility and pride and made your way out of her home,

"Anon wait, we can still be friends right?" She said wrapping her hoof around your left arm, upon feeling her soft fur make contact with your naked skin sent a shiver down your spine as you turned to her. As you looked down at her you became lost in her features, those big beautiful magenta eyes, her rainbow colored mane and tail, and that cute little nose. Mustering a fake smile you respond to her question,

"Y-Yeah of course, Rainbow Dash." When she heard your answer she gave a smile.

"Cool, and not to sound rude or anything but I have to get to go to work for a night shift, aaand I'm kinda running late." You nodded and opened the door to leave, during the short trip over to Twilight's hot air balloon, thoughts bounced around in your head,

"Why can't she see past the fact that I'm human? Am I really that repulsive to her? Will she ever love me?"

"Anon!" Twilight shouted waving, you took a seat as she began to feed the hot air balloon with the much needed fire.

"How'd it go? What'd she say?" Twi asked while tending to the balloon,

"She said no." This made Twilight's ears splay back as she turned around,

"I'm sorry, a-are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. But, can you drop me off at the bar instead, I could use a drink."

"Sure." The ride was about 5 minutes but the lingering thoughts that plagued you made it seem exponentially longer. Once you got to the bar, Twilight rested a hoof on your shoulder,
"Take it easy, Anon."

"No problem." You said rather flately, as you step into the bar. The bar keep turns around when he hears you sit on the stool,

"What can I get ya?" He asked, cleaning out a cup with a magically manipulated cloth. The stallion had a forest green fur coat, gasoline green eyes and a yellow mane and tail. He had a jug with three x's on the label for his cutie mark.

"Whiskey'll be fine."

"Comin' right up." He says levitating a bottle of whiskey over to a shot glass.

"Leave the bottle,"

"Hm, sounds like somepony ain't just here for the occasional drink. You got something on your mind?

"Oh, trust me I do. How much would five bottles be?"

"Hey now. I'll sell you a bottle. I don't need you running up and down Ponyville, drunk off your flank. If you want to buy in bulk, we got some quality beer."

"What do you have?"

"Hold on, give me a minute." He ducked underneath the counter for a short moment before coming up with two different 20 packs of bottled beer, "Okay, I got "Dos Equus" or Buckweiser." Buckweiser looked good,

"2 packs of Buckweiser."

"40 bits."

You set down the bits, grabbed the packs of beer and made your way towards a dimly lit booth on the right side of the main entrance. You took out a bottle and slammed the top against the table's corner, but before you could indulge in it, you heard a certain tomboyish laugh that you had come to love.

"Soarin stop!" She said playfully, slugging Soarin with a hoof. From what Rainbow Dash told you, Soarin was a member of the Wonderbolts. After he rubbed the spot Dash punched, Soarin then proceeded to take his hoof, sliding it down her back to her plot, giving it a resounding slap. She reacted by turning her head with a lustful look in her eyes, then she kissed him on the lips. When they broke from each other's lip lock, Rainbow Dash opened her eyes. "You better be this eager in the bed tonight, sexy."

"Oh, you think you're ready for it?"

"You know it, stud." You watched the...couple, take a seat and ask the bartender for their drinks, you stared at them, unmoving. Your eyes did not blink, nor did you want them to. The sadness you felt was overcome by hellish rage. You wanted to walk over there, beat the ever loving shit out that pie obsessed fuckwit and slap Rainbow for telling you a half-assed lie. Instead of doing so, you managed to curb some of your anger, grab your packs of beer and walk out. Once the door closed, you turned to see them one more time through the glass. Their mouths were moving, occasional nods and smiles came here and there. They seemed so, happy together. You wanted a little bit of that too,

"I hope you like him, Rainbow Dash." It was time to go, this thing you were doing became slightly stalkerish. You backed away from the door and begun the long trek home. Who accompanied you on this journey? Your anger and sadness, Luna's night and the cold winter breeze.

A Sweet Man Made Bitter

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It had been a full month since the ordeal had happened and you tried your absolute hardest to avoid Rainbow Dash. As a matter of fact, you just avoided interaction with anypony in general. The only times you dared to leave your house was to go to work, get food, or stock up on beer. Other than that, you stayed home often. Yesterday was your last day of work for the month since the snow had begun to fall and temperatures dropped. Today is your first day of vacation, but how were you going to spend it? In the house of course, what else what you do? Instead of waking up from the annoying rays of the sun, your were stirred by the frigid air in the house. As you took in the room's surroundings, you saw that the sheets were away from your form. You must have kicked them off of you while you slept. Grabbing them and wrapping yourself up, you huffed in annoyance when you noticed that sleep drifted farther away. After a few minutes passed, you threw the sheets off of you,

"Dammit." was the only thing you said as you sleepily trudge toward your bathroom. Opening the door and flicking on the lights, you faced the mirror to observe your features. You had a full beard now, even though it was getting cold and a beard would play a great part in keeping your face warm, you just did not care much about your appearance anymore. Sure you'd do some grooming and cutting but you saw no need or no reason for cutting it all off. You managed to gain some weight too. It wasn't a big amount, around 10 or 20 pounds, still, your body was noticeably wider than it had been before. Once you finished your business in the bathroom, you made your way to the kitchen. Pulling open the freezer door, you went over the available options of food. "Sausages? No. Frozen waffles? Nope. Bacon? Yes." you say, yanking the boxes of bacon out of the freezer. Hm? It seems there is another ultimatum you must face. "Now, Black Pepper or Hickory?" This decision was a whole lot harder to make. You promptly stood there, having an internal battle while the taste buds on your tongue took sides with each other, one half wanting the Black Pepper and the other, sweet and smoky Hickory, your stomach rushes your decision by rumbling,

"Hurry up and pick one man, my acid is reaching critical mass!" Deciding on Hickory, you toss the opposing box into the freezer and turn on the stove. Placing the frozen strips on the pan, you stood back, not wanting to be burned by the popping grease. Reaching back into the refrigerator, you pulled out a glass of beer. Checking on the bacon, you cautiously flip the strips over. Sadly, a few drops of hot grease still jumped onto your arm,

"Hoho shit that burns! Ow, fuck!" Before you can finish the stream of obscenities that were planning on leaving your mouth, a knock came through the door. Probably Derpy letting you know you had mail. You stood there waiting for an envelope to slide through the mail slot in your door. Nothing.
Setting the stove to low and grabbing the bottle Buckweiser, you swing open your door to reveal Rainbow Dash, the last pony you'd wanted to see, at all,

"Anon! where have you been?! Barely anypony has seen you in so long!"

"Oh, I wonder why." you quipped, your words drenched in sarcasm,

"What do you mean?" There was no way she didn't know why you flew under the radar for so long. You didn't feel like explaining this to her, in fact, you were amazed that you had the patience to speak to her at all,

"You know what, I'm not dealing with this. Leave Rainbow, I don't want to speak to you right now." Rainbow recoiled, struck by your remark,

"What do you mean, "don't wanna speak to me? Is something wrong?" Oh, something was wrong alright,

"I meant what I said, now leave." You begin closing the door until she sticks her hoof in between, jamming the door,

"What is up with you," she says, raising an eyebrow, "...Wait you aren't still mad about what happened that night are you?" Once she asked that question, you just stopped moving and closed your eyes. Of course, it would take her this long to realize it. Nipping things at the bud, you place your hand on her chest, push her back and close the door, making sure to lock it.

Turning your attention back to the bacon, you had seen that it was ready to eat. plopping down onto your couch, you took a bite and moaned very loud.

"Damn, I'm good!" you screamed, tiny bits and pieces of bacon rocketing out of your mouth. As you shoveled down the strips of bacon, you heard a sound behind you,

*POOF!*

Slowing your rapid cow chewing down to a sophisticated closed mouth chew, you cautiously turned around to see Twilight. Like the dumbass you are, you hold up the plate and smile with bacon wedged in your teeth,

"Hey uh, you want a piece?" You could feel your brain practically kick your mouth, soliciting a giggle from the purple alicorn

"No, I'm fine, I just came to talk."

"About?"

"Well, Rainbow came to me just now-" Before you could even let her finish, you promptly get up and mosey on over to the door, unlocking and opening it,

"Get out of my house. Don't make me repeat it." You said the words with a cold rage,

"Why? what's wrong? Whatever it is, we could get the girls and talk about it." Heh, good old Twilight, always trying to make things right,

"No, it isn't anything I want to talk about right now."

"...Are you...hiding from everypony because of what happened with Rainbow." There it is, on the money,

"..."

"That is it isn't it?"

"Twilight, just...please leave." Not wanting to upset me any further, she hung her head low and wandered out of my front door.



Now she'll tell the others and then they won't leave me be.

Nightingale

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In the months that followed, drinking at the bar became your only pastime after your working hours. Once you were finished at work, you would come here, have a drink and leave. The bartender, Moonshine, was the best guy to speak with while you were consuming his stock at an immeasurable rate. You often talked about your work experiences, like weird friends that hang out a lot, yet, still don't know each other that well. Today, he retold the story about the time a stallion walked into the bar and came out so drunk he was saying that " Queen Chrysalis was hiding out in his attic and lived off of his love, also jelly donuts." Why jelly donuts? You had no clue, but the story random enough to make Moonshine nearly drop the glass mug while he told the tale. During your laughing fit, the bar door creaked open, only to reveal a pony. What really made her catch your attention, was the armour that graced her body, it possessed a color of midnight blue, equipped with a crescent moon gracing the helmet and shoulder plates.

"Hey there, Nightingale." Moonshine greeted, it seemed that he knew her.

"Hey, Moonshine." She said, returning the greeting. Walking up to a stool stationed next to you, Nightingale took a seat. Sliding her a full mug from across the table, Moonshine asked,

"How was work?" Nightingale sighed and took off her helmet, and let's just say that she was not the gruffy and tomboyish type. She had a visibly lustrous navy blue coat, it was easy to identify that her coat was more fluffy than that of a normal pony coat, her eyes had reptilian pupils. The color of her mane, tail, and eyes were defined by a magnificent sapphire. Last, but not least, her ears and mouth were especially different, her teeth, sharp and glistening and her ears sporting a knife like point at the tip. All in all, Nightingale was not like the others, but, will she... You shook your head vigorously to knock some sense into yourself. Seriously, what are you thinking? Here you are, saying that you won't let the same things happen to yourself ever again, but here you are already thinking about dating this mare, Good job Anonymous.

"I just got fired, I fell asleep during a 24 hour shift and my CO (Commanding Officer) caught wind of it and ejected me on the spot. Now I have no way to pay for my home, so I thought I could live with you until I get back on my hooves."

"Sorry, but I don't make enough bits to support two ponies, let alone, pay for this place. You haven't asked anypony here in Ponyville?"

"Of course I did, ponies are still scared of bat ponies, so "Can I live at your place" instantly translates to "Let me live with you so I can kill you in your sleep." Man she's got it rough. In a way she reminded you of yourself when you first arrived here, scaring everypony witless. Maybe you could let her crash at your place, just to help her out. But where was she gonna sleep? While you were pondering possible places she could reside in your home, you remembered a room door across from yours, strange as it may seem, you never really went in there. Before you could ask her if she would like to stay with you, she speaks to Moonshine, "Well, thanks for the drink, Shiny, see you later." She turned and hopped down from the barstool, you stopped her before she could leave,

"Wait! You could crash at my place just until you could get situated." After you finished your words, Nightingale turned to look at you with those luminescent sapphire gems,

"Really? You'd do that for me? But, I have no way to pay you."

"It's fine, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing you're out there in the cold with no shelter. Especially since Hearth's Warming Eve is in a few weeks." Slowly Nightingale's face shifted to a smile, a sharp and slightly intimidating smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Thank you so much. Honestly, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't shown up."

"No problem, it's getting late so we best get going before it becomes cold."

"I hear you loud and clear um, what's your name by the way?"

"Anonymous, Anon for short."

"Alright then, Anon, let's go." Walking up to the door, you pushed it open for her. Your actions elicited an,

"Oooh, what a gentlecolt." From Nightingale. During the walk to your home, you conversed with her about your interests and hobbies, the basics. Upon reaching your doorstep, your pull the keys out of your back pocket and unlock the front door.

"Follow me." You told her as you made your way over to room you never explored.
After you got to the door, you wrapped your hand around the knob and opened the door to reveal a bed, a nightstand, a dresser, and a lamp. That was more than you bargained for, that's for sure.

"Hey, this is a nice room. Oh, could you show me to the bathroom. I need to take a shower."

"Of course, it's that last door down on the right end of the hallway."

"Awesome, and can I just say that not many ponies would do something like this for me, so what you've given me here really means a lot."

"It wasn't a problem. And let me just say that I know what you've been through.
With ponies fearing your presence and all."

"Yep, that's for sure. But ponies have always been so reluctant to accept other species. I just thought that with Luna's return, things would change."

"Yeah I know how you feel."

"Anyway, I need to jump in the bathtub. This armor causes me to sweat so much." And with that, she turned around and the sound of bath water came into play. Well, you should start on dinner, she was probably hungry.


*30 Minutes Later*

You set down a serving of hay fries for Nightingale, while you put down a burger for yourself. You had bought your meat from griffons since you hated fruits and vegetables.

"Mmmm, is that a burger I smell?" Nightingale made her way into the kitchen and sat at her side of the table. "Anon, what is this?" You looked up at her,

"Hay fries?" Nightingale gave you a look of pure terror,

"Ugh, I hate fruits, vegetables and especially cheap imitations of good food."

"Well, I guess you'll just have to wait until tomorrow."

"Anon, look, you left the oven on." You looked at the oven to see that the coils weren't even close to orange. Turning around to face her, you quickly came to the realization that you've played yourself.

"Where's my burger?" Belching, she gave you an ear to ear grin,

"Wow, Anon. You sure do know how to cook." Hell, it may have cost you and your stomach a delicious burger, but that smile had enough calories to give you heart disease.

Her Hero

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Today was a rough day of work for you and all you wanted was to get back home and sit on the couch. But that wasn't the only reason you wanted to get back to your abode so urgently, ever since she came to live with you, Nightingale greeted you at the door with a shimmering smile and a plate of cookies whenever you returned from work. After a few days, you grew to love and cherish her greeting and more importantly, Nightingale herself. Yes, it is true that you fell in love with her but, you suppressed your infatuation because you couldn't bear the thought of her turning you down or worse, her leaving you. Every time that particular thought came to your mind, you would feel a cold shiver consume you. Shaking the thoughts away, you see your home in the distance and as per usual, your face involuntarily evolves into a dopey grin. You hastily rip the keys out of your pocket and spastically open the door. Slowly, the door pans to the right and there she was,

"Hey Anon, how was work?" Nightingale greeted with an upbeat tone after you closed the door. You found yourself lost in her enchanting eyes. Those blue portals of beauty and serenity, beckoning you to look deeper into them and you did just that. Suddenly her silk voice came back into play, knocking you out of your trance, "Anon, you're doing it again."

"Huh, what. Oh, my bad I keep zoning out." She gives you a doubtful look.

"Mhm, so tell me all about your day at work." After telling her about your day, you ask,

"Did you find any jobs yet?" Hearing your sentence, she quickly loses her happy demeanor.

"Ugh, no. I asked Princess Twilight Sparkle but she hasn't gotten back to me yet."

"Take as much time as you need, I make enough bits to get us through this."

"I know and I'm grateful for that, but I just feel like I'm taking up too much of your space." She looked down at the floor with a shameful expression. You've never really seen Nightingale like this, she was usually radiating with happiness but now she just looks so miserable. Kneeling down to meet her height, you take your hand and place it under her chin, pulling her face up to meet yours,

"Nightingale, listen to me. Even if I was making 2 bits a day, I still wouldn't mind you staying here with me. To be honest, if you didn't come to the bar that night, I would be so miserable."

"Wait, what do you mean miserable, you're so laid-back and fun.
I honestly can't see you as sad or depressed in any way."

"Oh, so I haven't told you huh? Well, after ponies started to get used to me being here, I got tired of Twilight and the others coming to me about their awesome coltfriends. So I gave dating a try, but mares always turned me down as soon as I had popped the question. Then I made a move on Rainbow, only to have her scold me for trying to "ruin our friendship". After she kind of tore my head off, I had Twilight drop me off at Moonshine's place. Once I found a nice booth to sit in, she came in with him. That slimy worm, Soarin. Rainbow lied to me just so she could make me fuck off."

"That's just so bucking uncool, why would ponies do that to you, especially Rainbow Dash."

"I guess ponies don't see humans as...compatible."

"I-I know how you feel, Anon. You see, before I became a night guard, I was actually working 2 jobs and when Princess Luna returned from her banishment, the ponies increased their torment, telling me things like,

"Luna's return would only put us all in danger. And you are nothing but a monster she created!"

At one point I thought that I wasn't going to-" Nightingale could not finish her story, for they reopened old wounds. Wounds that caused her to lose her composure and before you knew it, she was crying into your chest. Nightingale's warm tears soaking into your shirt, as her quivering body gripped you for comfort. You slowly picked her up and carried her to the couch, lying down as she latched onto your body. Gradually, her crying died down until her breathing steadied, looking up at her, you saw that she was asleep. And soon you followed suit, nodding off as well, but the cold air outside was beginning to lurk into the house. You didn't want her to be cold, so you gently shifted your body to where she was off of your chest and you slowly rose to your feet. Yet before you could move, Nightingale wrapped two hooves around your middle,

"Please don't leave me." You place your arm over Nightingale's hooves,

"I won't, I'm just going to grab some firewood. I'll be back, I promise." You walked through the house until you found a stack of logs, you grab two logs of wood, a blanket and pillow from your room, and a pack of matches from the kitchen. Making it back to the living room, you saw Nightingale sitting upright waiting patiently for you to return to her. After setting light to the chimney, you wander back to the couch and lie down, allowing her to crawl on your chest. Throwing the blanket over yourselves, Nightingale nuzzled under your chin,

"Feel better?"

"Yeah." Her voice was tired and quiet,

"Do you want me to get you some water or something to eat?"

"No, I just wanna lay here. With you." Your heart stopped when she spoke those words. They danced wildly in your head, but enough thinking, she needed you to be here for her,

"Sure, no problem."

"Thanks, Anon. You're my hero." And just like that, she dozed off.

"She just called me her hero...could sh-no! What's wrong with me?! There she is at her weakest moment and you just had to think that she was falling for you!" After you finished berating yourself, you glanced down at her sleeping form and kissed her head.



Soon, sleep overcame you as well...

Nightingale's Job Interview

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Sunlight destroyed the good sleep you were having.

“Mmmm, that brightness gonna have to go down to a 2.” You say groggily closing the blinds. “Now that is what I’m talking about. My day off is today and I’m not gonna let Celestia’s over inflated ball of hydrogen ruin it.” Suddenly a tired feminine voice under your arm made itself present,

“Over inflated ball of what?”

“Oh Nightingale, I was just talking about the sun.” She sleepily giggled, and said,

“Yeah, it was too bright.” Before you could acknowledge her words with a response, your stomach suddenly became the third mouth in this conversation.

“Wanna eat?”

“I’d love to. I just need to get myself cleaned up real quick.” And just with those words she rose up, making her way to the bathroom. The space she once occupied quickly grew cold.
Bacon and sausages should give this morning the grease packed kick, you so desperately desired. Upon opening the freezer you pulled 2 packs of smoked bacon and maple sausages.

“God, I miss Farmer Johns.” You reached under the stove opening the cabinets that contained your cookware, pulling out 2 pans. Cranking the dial, the stove top sprung to life, exerting a blue flame. You pulled out a knife and cut open the plastic wrap on the box of bacon and sausages. Plopping the frozen foods on two separate pans, you got to work. When you were just about done, Nightingale sauntered into the kitchen,

“Oooh Anon, bacon and sausages are my favorite morning meal.”

“...How did you know I was cooking bacon and sausages?”

“Anon, I’m a bat pony, we’re natural born experts when it comes to smelling meat and apples. But, I hardly eat fruit.”

“Understandable, anyway, here’s your plate.” You say shutting off the stove, while turning your arm to give her the fully loaded plate. It was hastily torn from your hands. Picking up your plate you joined her at the table, only to see that, Nightingale was pigging out, you almost wanted to stop eating, almost.

“By Luna, these are awesome! I swear Anonymous, you are the best at cooking!”

“Aw, it ain’t nothing. So... Got any plans today?”

“I was actually going to head Princess Twilight’s castle to see about that job. Wanna tag along?”. You stopped to ponder for a minute, did you want to go? I mean, you really didn't feel that now was the time to start talking to them.

“Sure, don’t see why not.”

“Awesome. Let’s head out after breakfast.” Nodding, you returned your attention back to the heavenly meal you so skillfully whipped up.

*1 hour later*

You and Nightingale were on the path to Twilight’s house, ponies greeted you as you passed by, usually, all they got from you was nothing. But, since you were in a bright mood today and said good morning back. Making it to Twilight’s Castle, you knocked on the door while Nightingale stayed behind. Soon after knocking on the door, the audible sound of hoofsteps grew closer. The gargantuan doors were opened by a purple aura, revealing Twilight Sparkle. There she stood, like a deer in headlights, the silence between the three of you quickly became uncomfortable. You were going to speak up, however, before you could say anything, Twilight flew into you like a train.

“Anon! You came back! Oh we missed you so much and....” She lowered her speech volume, "We should have helped. Do you want to come in and talk?” Now it was your turn to retaliate, pulling her off of you, you set her down.

“Not so fast, although you may be sorry, I still don't know if I should forgive you. But we’re going off topic. Twilight, you’ve met Nightingale right?” You ask Twi, who was shocked by your response,

“Oh yeah, about your work question, I may have come across a job that is worthy of your skills. But the employer wanted to see you before she could make a decision on whether to accept you or not.” Nightingale was next to speak,

“Really? Thank you so much for your help.”

“It’s no problem, I just can’t sit idly by as somepony as sweet as you sleeps outside, in this cold weather.”

“Actually, Anonymous let me live at his place for the past month. If it wasn’t for him, I honestly don’t where I’d be.”

“Wow Anon, most ponies would be extremely reluctant to let bat ponies like Nightingale in their homes. But you clearly showed how much humility you have towards others.”

“It was really nothing, I saw somepony in need and I went to help them the best I could. Anyway, who’s the pony that’s supposed to employ Nightingale?”

“Applejack said she needs more ponies on Sweet Apple Acres, to help with bucking trees.”

“You hear that Nightingale?”

“Yeah I did, but what’s apple bucking?” Twilight began to inform her about the job,

“Well, apple bucking is when you kick a tree with both hind legs in an attempt to make apples fall.” Nightingale formed an “O” with her mouth to tell Twilight that she somewhat understood her short briefing on the subject. You spoke next,

“Since Nightingale is all situated, why don’t we see AJ?”

“Sounds, Like a plan. You ready Nightingale?” Twilight asked,

“Sure, let’s go.” And just like that, you all went on your way to Sweet Apple Acres. The walk was a bit strenuous due to the cold weather that accumulated during this time. Upon making it to the apple farm, the trees were already losing their leaves. Since Applejack nor Big Macintosh were outside, your best bet was to assume they were in the farmhouse. Reaching the humble home of the Apple Family, you knock on the door to hear a thick, feminine, southern accent call out from the other side.

“Hold on, I’m coming.” That was Applejack no doubt, the door opened and there she was. Aj’s blonde mane and tail shone elegantly, while her distinct freckles graced her facial features. Man, was she a looker.

“Anon? I can’t believe you’re back!” She exclaimed, flying into you. Of course you knew what she'd do and dodged her spear, only to have her latch onto you from behind. Why were they tackling you like a football player?

"Sorry but I didn't come make amends. I just came to see if you would hire Nightingale." You strained against Applejack’s death grip. Twilight clears her throat and says,

"Wait, you still don't wanna-"

“Applejack, you’re kind of strangling Anon.” She looked down to see you turning blue.

“Oh right, sorry bout’ that Anon. It’s just been awhile.” Applejack gets up and focuses her eyes onto Nightingale, “So this is the pony you been talkin’ to me about?” Twilight nodded as AJ walked around to examine Nightingale. “Hmm. Her thighs and body are pretty toned and muscular.” She informs, poking her thighs with a hoof. “Now, the flanks are a little skinny but a month of hard work outta thicken em’ up a bit.” When Applejack mentioned Nightingale’s...rear, you felt strangely awkward. Don’t lewd her Anon, whatever you do, DO NOT LEWD HER! “Well alright, looks like your cut out for the job. But there won’t be much to do since apple harvest ended about a week back.” She shivered and said, “Sweet Celestia, it’s cold out here, y’all wanna come in? We got apple pie.”

“Um, I don’t know,” Twilight said,

You turned around to head back home. Nightingale ran to your side,

"Where are you going?"

"Home, go eat pie, you don't have to wait up." And like that you left Nightingale with AJ and Twilight and continued on the trail. Applejack walks up to Twilight and asks,

"So he still ain't ready?"

"No."

"Do you know when?"

"No but, I miss him."

What Are You Prepared To Do?

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You sat on the couch at home, staring at the fireplace while your thoughts ran wild.

"Are they really sorry?" Was the question stuck on replay in your mind.
We're they? You couldn't decide whether or not to give them a chance. You did admit to playing victim card a lot harder than you should have throughout this whole ordeal. During your brainstorm, a series of knocks came through the door. Getting up, you nonchalantly walk to the door and open it. You see a seemingly frustrated Nightingale, staring daggers at you as she made her way past. "Why are you staring at me like that?" You ask with a hint of worry in your voice,

"Because of what you did at Applejack's, Twilight and her friends clearly want to make peace. How could you just shut them down like that, even after the way Twilight and Applejack reacted to seeing you?"

"I don't know whether or not to forgive them yet." You say in a monotone,

"From what I heard from Twilight, it's been 3 months since the incident. Either you're just moving around every pony because you feel like they'll hurt you again or you just don't want anything to do with them."

"I-I just don't want to go through that night at the bar again."

"Why? What happened that night with you and Rainbow Dash?"

"I asked her out and she said no. That alone was a hard hit to take, so I went to the bar to drink it off. Then she popped up there with Soarin."

"What's so bad about that?" She asked with care and question,

"She told me she had to work "late" that night, but instead she was with Soarin, that was the last straw and everything else that happened afterwards led up to us each other."

"She lied to you?" Nodding in confirmation, you took a seat on the couch. Nightingale joined you, "Don't you at least want to try?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I still don't feel ready, you know." Nightingale hung her head down in defeat, a few seconds after, her face shoots up with newfound glee.

"I've got it, what if they spend Hearth's Warming Eve here?!" She exclaimed cheerfully. But you weren't so cheerful,

"What?!" You scream,

"I said what if we let Twilight and the others spend Hearth's Warming Eve with us? That way you could patch things up with each other and be friends again."

"No no no no. No way!"

"Awww, please. Give them a chance Anon, they deserve it."

"Nope, there's no way that's happening. I'm not ready for that yet Nightingale." The next words she'd say catch you off guard,

"If you keep avoiding them, you'll just be doing the same kind of wrong to them that they did to you Anonymous. You may not know it but you're hurting them, They miss you!"

"Oh please, the only reason that they want to apologize is because they finally know what they put me through. Plus, why should you care anyway, you didn't play in any part of this. Why are concerning yourself with my problems?"

"Because I care about you, okay! Every night I see you sitting on the couch with a bottle of whiskey in your hand while you stare into the fireplace. It isn't healthy, and I don't want you to hurt yourself with how much you've been drinking. Just, at least consider. For me." She said with tears in her eyes. Was it true? Were you really hurting them? Since you couldn't decide whether or not to go through with this, you thought it would be best to go to a certain pony you knew,

"I'll be back, I'm going to the bar, I'm not going to drink too much...I promise."

"O-Okay." Nightingale said in a shaky voice. You grabbed a coat and boots and headed towards the bar to go see Moonshine.

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The bar was a little slow, but there were still some ponies inside playing cards. The bartender looked up to see you approaching,

"Anon! What can I get ya'?"

"Hey Moonshine, a mug of lager would be fine."

"Sure, lad." Reaching under the table, he takes a mug and turns to one of the barrels. Pulling down the lever, the mug is filled with a bronze frothy lager. Taking a seat on one of the bar stools, you rub your head and groan, "Whatever is the matter?"

"I don't know what to do Moonshine."

"About what?"

"Nightingale wants Twilight and her friends to spend Hearth's Warming Eve with us but I don't think I'll be able to do that."

"Why not?"

"I just don't feel ready yet, but Nightingale insisted on it. I even made her cry because of how I had been drinking, now I feel like scum."

"Why aren't you ready? Is it because of that Rainbow Dash mare?"

"...Yeah, I just can't bring myself to talk to her after how she lied."

"How long has it been since you had been hanging with Twilight and the others?"

"Three months."

"Holy Celestia! That's one hell of a grudge. And you're telling me you still aren't ready?"

"Yep, I don't know what it is but I just didn't want to be around them, especially Rainbow Dash. Can't you help me make a choice?"

"I can't give you that much help, given your current situation, but I can give you some words of advice."

"Lay it on me man, I'm all ears."

"If you really don't want to deal with something, don't do it, be weary though, because if you choose not to do anything, then you shouldn't expect things to change. In fact avoiding your problem may even make it worse, but if you decide to go through with solving the issue, change, even if it is small, is guaranteed to happen. So Anonymous I ask this, what are you prepared to do?" You took his words and pondered them inside of your mind, what are you prepared to do? If you decide to say no, everything would stay the same or probably get worse,

"...I... I have no clue what I'm prepared to do."

"Then think son, think real hard. And when you do I trust you'll make the right move." Getting up, you fish around your pockets for the bits. "No need, now go on laddy."

"Thanks Moonshine." As you walked out of the bar and back into the frigid weather, you replayed the last words of Moonshine's advice. "What am I prepared to do?"