> Anon's Therapy Service > by SoulSpirit > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Appointment 1: John Smith > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- In this strange world full of technicolor ponies, as ludicrous as that sounds, there really isn’t any need for a therapist. All of the sapient creatures here are always so happy. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, but what am I to do? Being a therapist is the only occupation I have the qualifications for. In my head, I was going through the different options and scenarios as I entered my establishment. I flipped the sign on the door so it displayed the side that said ‘open’ to the already happy world, then rested my head on the glass door and sighed. “At this rate, I wonder what will happen first. Starvation or depression?” I asked myself. Clearing my thoughts, I left the doorway, making my way to my desk. As I went through the waiting room, I glanced at the decorated walls. Before I had them decorated, I took some to observe and ask what made most happy. Apparently, my answer was something called a cutie-mark. To me, as a human, it was something silly. To these ponies, however, it represented maturity and their different personalities. Also, they all seem to hold the memory of when they get their mark very dear. So I found a school nearby and asked the teacher there if the students would like to paint various cutie-marks on the walls. The results were better than expected. There were marks of bubbles, instruments, a sun, a moon, butterflies, flowers, the list went on. I entered the room that is my ‘desk.’ The desk part being a counter window in the wall between the rooms. The room I call my desk was nowhere near as flamboyant as the waiting room. A corner desk relatively near the window, white walls, and an empty calendar that’s on the verge of giving me depression with its constant reminder of my lack of clients. “Now there’s the joke of the day. World’s only therapist is getting depression.” I mumbled. I tried to offer myself a chuckle, but I lacked the enthusiasm to do so. I took a seat at my corner desk and did the only thing I could do. Make sure my pencils were sharpened and waste time. Not that I mind though. None of the ponies know me, let alone even notice me, so I don’t have any friends to spend my time with. To be honest, I think it’s because I’m the only human. I must look so bizarre to them. After a while, the unexpected happened. As usual, I was sitting at my corner des, spinning a pencil through my fingers to fight off boredom. Then I heard the front door open. When this has happened before, it has always only turned out to be a case of being lost. They would realize they have the wrong place, then ask me for directions. Assuming that this time was no different, I poked my head over the counter. The pony this time was a light brown, almost chestnut, stallion with an even darker brown spiky mane and tail along with blue eyes, red tie, and an hourglass for his mark. I wasn’t in the mood and was going to be straight to the point, but seeing this stallion wearing a tie humored me. So, to show some appreciation, I remained as professional as I could. “Good morning, Sir,” I greeted over the counter. “How may I help you?” I asked as the stallion walked over to the counter. “Ah, yes, good morning. I was hoping to schedule an appointment.” as he finished speaking his request, I thought I was hearing things. “I’m sorry, Sir. Could you say that again?” “I would like to make an appointment,” he repeated. I couldn’t believe my ears. Thinking that I must a have fallen asleep earlier and that I’m currently dreaming, I continued. “Sure thing, Sir. when would you like to have it scheduled?” I asked, taking out a pencil. “I was hoping if I could have it now if you don’t mind.” I froze, dropping the pencil. I appreciated the nice dream, but there should be a limit on how much of a tease they are allowed to be. “IS there a problem?” I refocused. “N-no. on the contrary, I’ll be honest. It made me very happy to hear that.” he looked confused by what I said. “To answer your request, yes. We can go ahead and have the session right now.” he brightened up. “Thank you.” “Let’s head to the private room in the back. I’m also obligated to tell you that I am required to keep all information about you and everything you say to me a secret unless it’s life threatening, then I have to report it.” I said as I got off the seat. Upon hearing this, the Stallion seemed to relax a little and lost any nervous feelings he might have had. “That’s fortunate to hear. The name’s John. John Smith.” he added as he came through the door to my side of the counter. “Anonymous, but you can just call me Anon.” I introduced. “Please, follow me, and we’ll get started.” I lead him through the door on the back side of the room which leads into the therapy room. The therapy room was something special. It didn’t need anything like music or art to make it relaxing. In fact, the only things in the room were two chairs facing each other. Thought, that’s all that’s really needed for this room. This room was enchanted with a special spell. This spell allowed me to choose an occupant of the room and then the room would make the surrounding area change completely, looking like we were in a new location. A flawless illusion of sorts. The location is to be one the occupant either finds most comforting or holds most dear. Whichever is most appropriate for the situation. When we entered the room, it looked like we were standing in the cast depths of the cosmos with many solar systems, comets, black holes, and others or the sort. “Mmm….interesting,” I commented as we proceeded to take our seats. “It is. I can’t think of how this is possible,” he replied, clearly misunderstanding what I was talking about. “It’s a special spell enchanting the room. We’re not actually in space. That’s not what I meant, though. What’s interesting about it is you.” after that, he looked all sorts of confused. So I decided to explain before I got stormed with questions. “The spell lets me choose an occupant in the room for it to affect. Then, it makes it look like we’re in the location that occupant either holds most dear or finds most comforting. So when I said ‘interesting,’ I meant the connection between you and deep space.” “Well, that couldn't be any more true. I love space. To me, space represents true freedom with no limitations or costs.” he explained, his voice matching that of a preacher that really would marry religion when they are given the chance to preach. “That’s a good way to view it. Though, something’s telling me that that’s not what you needed to talk about.” I replied. He sighed, closing his eyes and dropping his head down. “You’re right.” he raised his head back up to look at me. “May I ask you something?” “That’s what I’m here for.” “Am I right in my understanding that, as a human, you aren’t from around here?” that question hit deep. “That would be the understatement of the year, but you are right. I’m not.” I answered. “So, you should know better than most how it feels to be homesick?” I saw where this was going, but it would be rude to cut him off. So I played along while remaining honest. It wouldn’t help him to lie in any sort of way. “I would think so,” I answered. “How bad is it?” “Well, for the longest time, it was almost unbearable. Taking into account that my species is the only one that’s sapient where I’m from, you could probably imagine how it was like when I found talking equines. It’s like coming home and finding out that your dog can talk. All I could think of was the few possible explanations like being drunk, high on drugs, or that I might have gone insane. Eventually, I decided that I was dreaming. That is until I realized that too much time had passed for it to be a dream. After another series of events, I realized that I had no choice but to accept the situation and adjust. That doesn’t mean I don’t miss it though. The place I came from.” I had to try hard to remember not to say ‘world.’ Then he asked exactly what I thought he would. “Yes, that’s it. That’s what I mean. How do you cope with the feeling?” I sighed as he spoke. “Well, you see, that’s a little difficult to explain. You kinda do, but at the same time, you kinda don’t.” “I don’t understand, Anon.” “Let me explain. You kinda do because you have to adjust to your current situation and move on with your life. But when one does this, they tend to try and forget their past to try to make it easier. This does work in a sense, but it’s not how you should go about it.” “It’s not?” I shook my head in response. “Then what is?” “This is where it gets weird. This is the part where you kinda don’t move on. This is the part when one should know that it’s better if they don’t forget. See, it’s important to keep your memories. They’re what made you who you are now. That’s more important than what you would think.” I finished and gave him time to process the information. He didn’t say anything for a good six or seven minutes. I was almost convinced he was staring off when he finally spoke. “I think I get it. Thank you. I really appreciate it, Anon.” he said before getting up. “Your very welcome Mr.Smith,” I replied as I got up too. I led us out of the room to the lobby. “Hope you have a nice day.” “Wait, do I owe you for the service?” he expression matched the confusion in his voice. “Nope.” “Why?” I know I have sighed a lot, but this time was the heaviest it’s been. “Well, as sad as it sounds, I’m going out of business. Even if I charged you, it wouldn’t be enough to keep the place going.” “How? You’re the only therapist anywhere. No competition.” “There’s a reason for it too. How many ponies do you know are depressed?” I walked back and took a seat at my corner desk. “How about this. Keep the place open a few more days. If the business doesn’t pick up by then, I’ll take you to get some food, my treat.” It sounded like bait, but at the rate business was going, I couldn’t afford to pass up a chance for free food. “Deal” > Appointment 2: Derpy > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, I was enjoying an apple as I entered my establishment, flipped the sign to open on the door, then went over to my corner desk. If things went like they would on an average day, I’d receive no clients and the day will be wasted. Not that it really mattered. Unless if business suddenly skyrocketed in the next few days, I would be forced to close down for good. Sitting down, I tossed my apple core into the can and began to waste the day away once more. I must have been sitting there for hours. I was dreadfully bored. Then, something peculiar happened. A gray pegasus mare entered the establishment. She’s definitely got the wrong place. I wouldn’t blame her either. Having a lazy eye, I can only guess what her vision’s like. Don’t get me wrong, I mean no offense by it. In fact, her eyes have a unique charm of their own. They just confused me a little was all. The gold color of her mane and tail were also pleasant to see. Overall, she gave off a nice aura around her and it made my morning. “Good morning, Miss.” I greeted. “How may I help you?” “A friend recommended me to come here. Are you Anonymous?” she asked. So far, everything about her tells me she’s going to be a bubbly, silly type. That’s fine though. By friend, I’m guessing she means John Smith. “Yes, I am. Please, call me Anon instead.” she came over to the counter. “Thank goodness, I was afraid that I found the wrong place again.” wait, did she say ‘again’? I guess she’s had a hard time. “Well, you’re here now. How may I be of service to you?” “Oh, right. I would like to make an appointment.” “When would you like your appointment?” I asked as I bent down to get a pencil from the bottom drawer. “When’s the next time you’re free?” “Right now actually,” I grunted as I bent back up, pencil in hand. “So you can have your appointment anytime.” “Well, I have to finish my mail route first,” she gestured to the saddlebags full of envelopes that I haven’t noticed till now. “So how about in an hour?” “Sure. What’s your name?” “Derpy Hooves,” she answered as she turned and left in a hurry. I wrote her appointment down for documentation. Derpy? That can’t be her real name. Sounds more like a cruel nickname. I can only imagine her foal hood with that kind of name. Hope she won’t mind discussing it. I’m also curious about what the therapy room has for her. The dreadfully boring hour passed by and the peculiar gray mare came back. This time, she brought a bag containing two muffins with her. “Good afternoon,” I greeted. “Having lunch I see.” she came over to the counter. When she did, she placed the muffins from the bag onto the counter. “Actually, these are for you. I thought you would like to have some,” she said with an innocent smile. Bless her soul. Usually, ponies would never pay me a second glance or even acknowledge my existence. That makes life harder than it should. This pegasus used her hard earned money to buy me some muffins. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there was going to be a catch. However, I do know better and it made feel bad a little. Or guilty. At this point, I wasn’t sure. I also don’t want to hurt one like her and I knew that refusing the offer would do just that. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” I reached over, grabbed one of the buffins, and bit into it. It was banana nut. I couldn’t remember the last time a merchant acknowledged me long enough for me to buy a banana. “No problem.” Derpy had a cheerful voice and a smile that couldn’t possibly be faked. “I hope you don’t mind that I save the other one for later.” “It’s fine.” “So, would you like to begin your session?” I asked. “Yes please.” I got up as she answered. “Alright, before we go in the back, I’m obligated to tell you that I’m required to keep any and all information about you and about what you say confidential unless if it’s for your safety.”  she looked like she took comfort in hearing me say that. “Now, if you would follow me to the therapy room, we can get started.” after voicing my instructions, she came around. I led her to the therapy room. When We walked in, I was surprised at first, expecting something a little more exotic or symbolic, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense. What I walked into just some ordinary bedroom that I assumed to belong to Derpy. There was your standard bed, a nightstand next to it, a bookshelf along the wall, a dresser with a few brushes and a mirror on it, a rug in the middle, and a nice little fireplace in the corner. I proceeded to take a seat in one of the two chairs in the middle of the room, both facing each other. “Why do you have a replica of my room?” I heard Derpy ask as she followed me in. “I don’t. It’s just an illusion. A spell that takes the appearance of a location the chosen occupant holds most dear. In this case, the chosen occupant is you.” I explained as she took a seat. “Okay, that makes sense and is a lot less creepy.” “Before moving on, there is something I would like to discuss. If you don’t mind.” “Um...sure. What is it?” she asked, looking slightly confused. “Your name.” “Pardon?” “Your name,” I repeated. “Derpy doesn’t sound like a real name. It sounds like a cruel nickname given to make fun of you. What I want to  know is, what is your real name?” I explained. She had a bashful look on her face. That alone told me that it wasn’t a common thing for her to discuss and that I probably shouldn’t have asked. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t push the topic. Forgive me.” I apologized. “No, it’s okay. I’ve just never had somepony ask me for my real name. It’s Ditzy. Ditzy Doo. Ditzy explained, sounding proud. “Well Dittzy, now that we got that straightened out, how about begin?” I proposed. “Sure thing, Anon Sir.” I started to really enjoy the optimism she had. “Alright, so what seems to be the problem?” after asking that, she started looking sad. “Actually, it’s about the name.” she pointed out. What a coincidence. “What about it?” “It’s been getting to me lately. I don’t know what to do about it.” So, basically, just some advice about bullying, except for an adult. Though, it would be wrong for me to just assume, so it wouldn’t hurt to probe for more information. “I could give random advice, but nothing useful yet. I’m going to need some more detail first. If that’s alright.” “Sure, that makes sense. I was given the name ‘Derpy’ because of how clumsy I am. Sometimes I tend to get lost where most wouldn’t and I also tend to cause accidents.” she explained. I could see where this was going. “Okay, I’ll be honest. I’m no miracle worker. I won’t be able to stop the teasing or fix things like being clumsy. However, what I am here to do is to help you deal with it. What I need to know is if you trust me.” I explained. “What?” “If you don’t trust me, then there is no point in me giving advice because then you will more than likely just ignore it.” “O-of course I trust you.” “Good. Tell me. Out of all of the ponies that make fun of you, how many of them are actual friends?” “Um….none of them,” she replied. “Exactly. That’s why neither they or what they say, matters. If you ever forget that, I know something that you won’t.” she started to look nervous. “What’s that?” she asked. “You heart. It’s strong, that I can see. If you’re ever in doubt, just listen to your heart and it’ll be your guide.” as I spike, Ditzy looked awestruck for a moment. I gave her time to process the information. “I see. Thank you Anon. you have no idea how helpful you’ve been.” she finally said. “I probably do.” I countered. “If that’s all, then how about we wrap up and you can continue on with your life, only now a little happier I hope.” I got up. “Sure.” she agreed as she got up too. I lead her out of the Illusional room and into the lobby. “So, how much do I owe you?” I didn’t want to charge her. My establishment was going to close down soon anyway. However, I did make a deal with John and I’m a man on my word. Besides, I needed something to pay for my next meal. “Ten bits,” I answered. She poured the bits from a bag and placed a small pile on the counter. “Good luck, Anon.” “Same to you.” I offered. Then she left. > Appointment 3: Fluttershy > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- There I was, sitting in the chair of my corner desk wasting time doing nothing. When I think about it, it almost seems like I live at that desk. This time though there was one difference. I was actually somewhat happy. Recently, I’ve had two clients. That’s more than I could say about any other given week. Sure, it wasn’t enough to pay any bill, but it was enough to afford more than a cup of fruit. Maybe, if I get a few more clients, I might start having to use my calendar for once. Better yet, keep a roof over my head. What would one do in this town if they’re homeless anyway? I haven't seen any shelters, let alone any homeless ponies. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door. Turning my head to look, I saw a butter yellow mare walk in. she had a light pink mane and tail, blue eyes, and wings, a clear indication of being a pegasus. Just like any other pony, she was about half my size. I noticed that she was shaking a little. “Um, Miss, are you alright?” I asked. She looked over to me and stopped shaking. “Hello, d-do you w-work here? She stuttered kinda shyly, hiding the majority of her face behind her mane. “Yes, I do. I own this establishment.” I answered. Then, she approached the counter. She uncovered her face and I saw that she was crying. “Wait, what happened?” I asked. Thinking quickly, I continued. “ On second thought, just follow me,” I instructed. The yellow mare did so and followed me as I lead her to the room in the back. Usually, I would only be thinking about what new environment the back room would become as I lead my client into its walls, but my mind wasn’t centered around that this time. This time, I only had concern, though I wasn’t sure why. Sure, it was the right thing to do and all, but that didn’t feel like the case this time. No, instead I felt compelled to do this. As we entered the room, I noticed that this time it was outside. Not just that, but we were in a forest of some kind on a mountain. The door leads out directly onto a dirt path. Looking over to where the chairs were supposed to be, I saw a single bench. “Please, take a seat.” I requested the mare, who was looking highly confused. Nevertheless, she obeyed and took a seat on the bench, as did I. “First, let me introduce myself. My name is Anonymous, but please call me Anon.” “Oh, okay Anon. I’m F-Fluttershy.” she stuttered. “Okay, before we begin, I am obliged to tell you that I’m also obligated to tell you that I am required to keep all information about you and everything you say to me a secret unless it’s life threatening, then I have to report it,” I reported to her. She nodded in response. “Um, how are we on Mt.Ebott?” Fluttershy asked, taking a deep breath in very much the same way one would when trying to taste the air. “We’re not. We’re still at Ponyville, in the back room of my establishment.” I paused for a moment to look at her bewildered expression before continuing. “The room is enchanted to take the form that will comfort my client.” I finished with a simplified explanation. She gasped. “That’s amazing!” she exclaimed. I could almost see stars in her eyes as they sparkled in the magic made sunlight. “So, you love nature? That’s cool. I’m a simple guy myself.” I noted, seeing her lighten up a bit. “Oh, yes. Very much,” she confirmed. “Good. That’s very good. That’ll help you discuss why you are here a little easier.” I pointed out. She let out a heavy sigh, like one a stressed mother would let out, looking like a lost puppy that won't stop following you. “W-well, one of my animal friends went into the Ever Free forest. He was killed by a pack of Timber Wolves.” Fluttershy explained, almost sounding like her vocal cords were refusing to work. I leaned forward, raised a hand, and patted her head. She flinched at the contact at first but soon relaxed. She even started to press her head against my hand. My guess is that she was pretty desperate for comfort. Eventually, she stopped practically nudging my hand and I stopped in turn. “ thanks, I needed that,” Fluttershy said in a sincere voice, despite it still being a little wavy. “That’s alright. Whether it be a relative, a friend, or even, a pet, a loss is still a struggle. I don’t know if you are religious or believe in a better place, but that’s not what’s important.” I paused to organize my words. “If not, then what is?” she asked. So, I decided to let my words come naturally. “Well, it’s important to accept that the day will come for us all to die. There is no changing that. What we can do is accept and move on. That is how life works. It wouldn’t do your mind any good to dwell. It helped me to think of it like this way.” she looked straight into my eyes with her ears perked up at this point. “If everything lived forever, then it wouldn’t be living. That would be just existing. What makes a life valuable is what you do in it. It’s up to you to make life worth living. Everything has an end. The question is, how do you want to end it?” as I finished, Fluttershy looked like she was in a mental conflict with herself. “I’ve….never thought about it like that before,” she said. “Well, you would be surprised what most don’t think of when their mind is stuck on a single matter,” I informed her. I got up. “ Come on, I believe that should settle your trouble so your session’s up.” Fluttershy got up as I spoke. She followed me out of the illusionary room and into the lobby. Then she turned to me. “Thank you,” she said. She reached under her wing with a hoof and took out a coin pouch. “How much do I owe you?” “Ten bits,” I said. She put the payment in my hand and left. > Appointment 4: Princess Twilight Sparkle > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Another day, another cup of coffee to save me from being tired as hell. Seriously, I need to start going to bed at an earlier time. I made a mental note for it as I entered my establishment, coffee in hand. I went over to my desk like usual. After taking a seat, I also took a sip of caffeinated heaven. I felt a jolt of energy pulse through me as I burned my tongue with the delicious beverage. “Much better,” I thought as I set the drink down. I reached down and pulled out a filing cabinet. Reaching into it, I pulled out some papers on the clients I’ve had so far. “Let’s see,” I began, muttering. “Mr.Smith shouldn’t need checking on. Fluttershy is one I definitely should check on, then maybe Dittzy if I have the chance.” I wrote everything on a note, then hung it up to remind myself to do so later. As I was hanging the note, I heard the door open. “Hold on, just a moment,” I called. “And…….there,” I said as I finished hanging the note. “Alright, let’s see who it is this time,” I muttered to no one specifically. Looking over the counter, I saw a purple mare that was quite iconic around here. “Good morning, Princess,” I greeted. “How may I help you?” She blushed sheepishly. “I’ve already told you Anon, just call me Twilight.” Twilight reminded me. “Sorry, just trying to remain professional,” I informed her. “Mmm…. something tells me that that’s a lie.” she correctly guessed. “It’s been a while, but you still know me a little too well sometimes. How have things been going for you?” I asked as Twilight approached the counter. “Not so well, actually. I came here because a friend told me you can help.” Twilight informed me. “I can help you help yourself, but in the end, it’s the client that finds their way,” I told her. “Uh, what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, scrunching her forehead. “You’ll see. I’m guessing you want an appointment?” I asked. “Geez Anon, you never pass up an opportunity to tease me,” Twilight complained. “But you’re right.” Twilight breathed. I clapped my hands together. “Alright, before we begin, I’m obligated to let you know that I’m required to keep any and all information about you and what you say to me secret. Unless it's for safety reasons of course.” I informed her. “Now, if you would kindly follow me, we will begin your session.” Twilight joined me as I lead her to the back room. As we entered, the room took the form of a huge Library. There were shelves so high, they had ladders attached to them. The floor and walls were made of a sky-blue crystal of some kind. There were also windows that stretched from the floor all the way to the roof. Overall, pretty fancy. In the middle of the room was a table set made of oak. “I was wondering what this room had in store for me,” commented Twilight. By now you are probably wondering how Twilight and I know each other or why she already knows about the room. To make a long story short, when I came to Ponyville, or near it to be a little more exact, Twilight found me. After my crazy fit, she taught me about pony history and society. Twilight gave me a home, what is now my office, and I am still grateful for it till this day. All of that happened before she became a princess. She is also the one who enchanted the back room. “Yeh, I’m always looking forward to seeing what form the room’s going to take. Speaking of which, mind telling me where we are?” I asked, going over to the table and taking a seat. Twilight joined me. “This is the library I lived in when I was a filly back in Canterlot,” Twilight answered, blushing a little. “You lived here? Must have been pretty nice.” I commented. “It was fun, but I was blind to what it was like to have friends back then. I always shut myself in. All I had was Spike and Celestia.” Twilight added. I hummed my acknowledgment. “Well, things are different now, for better or for worse is something that only you can decide. Enough about that though, let’s discuss why you are here today. What seems to be the problem?” I asked. “Oh, right.” she sighed. “I’m sure I’m just over thinking it, but I’ve I’ve been questioning myself lately,” she muttered. “In what sense?” I asked. “My capabilities as a princess,” she answered, sounding more depressed. “I see now.” I began. This isn’t the first time I've dealt with this sort of matter. “Twilight, are you questioning your ability to lead?” I asked, needing at least a little more detail before I say anything. “Well, that, but also I’m wondering why Princess Celestia chose to make me a princess,” she explained. “Yes, I imagine that that question would leave quite a serious weight on you. I can’t speak from experience, but I can tell you what I think.” I offered, pausing for a moment to let her think on it. “Um, sure. Go ahead,” Twilight accepted. I smiled, happy to help. “I believe that giving power is a serious matter. I believe that power should only be given to those who you trust. At the same time, you don’t want to chance it being abused. When that’s the case, what do you do?” I asked. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Well, I’m not one hundred percent sure about how to go about it, but I am certain about one thing. Can you guess what that is?” I asked “N-No,” she admitted again. “What I know is that there is no chance of power being abused when it’s given to one who doesn’t want it. Like yourself. So even if you don’t fully trust Celestia’s decision, and I’m not saying you don’t, you can trust that you won’t abuse your authority,” I explained. “How are you so sure?” Twilight questioned. “Because I remember how much you were against having that power.” I reminded her. She paused, tapped a hoof on her chin a few times and just sat there thinking. That went on for a few minutes before she spoke again. “That’s….a lot to think about. Thank you, Anon.” Twilight said, getting u[. I got up as well. “Here to help. Now, let’s get out. The last time I spent too long in this room, it caused some disorientation,” I explained. “Yeah, best avoid that,” she agreed. I lead her out of the room and back into the lobby. “So, how much do I Owe you?” she asked. “Mmm?” I hummed. “For your service?” she clarified. “For you, it’s free,” I answered. “Anon, just because I’m a princess doesn’t mean I get free service,” she said. “You're right. Not because you’re a princess, but because you’re a friend.” I countered, but she still shook her head. “Persistent,” I thought. “How much?” she demanded. “Fine, five bits,” I answered. “Don’t lie to me,” she demanded again, stomping a hoof. I forgot how much she hated being treated ‘special’. I sighed, giving in. “Ten bits,” I answered. She retrieved the bits out of a small bit bag she had stored under a wing. > Appointment 5: Screwball > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- There I was, standing in the lobby of my office looking outside. It was a beautiful day outside. The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming. It was days like these where a father should be taking their child out to play a game of catch. It was also days like these that would make me think that there was no possible way a pony would have a reason to come in and schedule an appointment, and I wouldn't be sad over it. I believed that it was on days like these that there shouldn't be anything wrong, that everything would be okay. However, I've been wrong before too. It was also true that no pony came in to make an appointment, but it was a Draggoniquiss. Imagine my surprise when the creature known as Discord appeared out of thin air in my lobby. I was just glad that I didn't trip on anything when he scared me. "Discord," I sighed. "That's my name, alright. Don't wear it out," he said. "I can't think of a better name, so I'd like to keep it." "I do agree, it fits you rather well, but what I'm wondering is why you are here. From what I hear, you have a family," I hinted, but it soon became apparent that it would have to take a little more than that to get my message to him. "What about it?" he asked, now floating. "Well, I was just thinking. Here, look outside the window with me and tell me what you see," I instructed. Discord turned to look out the window. He scratched his chin for a minute. After a little while, it became clear that he was having some trouble. A few more minutes passed, and he gave up. "I don't get what it is that I am looking for," he admitted, finally landing his feet. I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look and listen," I told him, pausing to give him time to do so. "It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing. Flowers are blooming. I was just thinking that on days like these, a man should take his family out to do something. Eat, play at the park, something that involves having a good time," I explained to him as his face turned to one of realization. "Then why don't you do the same?" he asked. I looked down at the very thought of it. "Well, you see, I don't have anyone. I'm alone in this world," I told him, looking away as I fought to contain my emotions. That is until I was surprised by the lion's paw that now rested on my shoulder. "I know the feeling," Discord sympathized. "I too was alone once. An outcast to all. A monster in the eyes of all the citizens of Equestria. After taking over successfully for a rather long time, the princesses found a way to turn me to stone," he continued, reminding me of some of the tales I've heard before that involve him. "What happened next?" I asked. Sure, I could draw my own conclusions, but that wasn't part of the job. Being an ear for others to get things off their chest is, however. "I was given a second chance," Discord continued. "And that second chance came with the most unlikely of friends and eventually a family," he finished. "Sounds lovely," I commented. "It is. Couldn't ask for anything more," he added. "Woah, what's the problem that brings you here?" I asked.  Discord removed his paw from my shoulder. I turned to face his tall figure. "It's my daughter," he grumbled. "What's wrong with her?" I asked, hoping for more detail. "That's just it. I don't know. She's been acting more reclusive lately. Shutting herself in, becoming more anti-social. Also, her mood is…. she's been rather down lately," Discord explained. I sighed. "Bring her in when it's most convenient. I'll do my best to see what the problem is," I instructed him. "Will do," responded, snapping himself out of the building. "Well," I said, going back to my desk to get a pen. "Looks like I'll have work today after all." I had just returned from the marketplace to retrieve a few apples. Upon entry, I found that my client had already been waiting for me in the lobby. She was a young purple filly sitting there with her head down. Her mane and tail were an even lighter purple with a white stripe down the middle. She was also wearing a propeller hat. When she noticed my presence, and we made eye contact, I noticed there were swirls in her purple eyes instead of pupils. They kind of looked like candy. "Who are you?" she asked with a hint of attitude. "Oh, I'm no one special. Just someone whos willing to lend an ear to those who want it and willing to give advice to those who need it," I answered. "I'm guessing you're Discord's little one?" "And what of it?" she asked, rather snappy. "Sorry, I didn't mean to address you as such," I calmly told her. "He forgot to tell me your name," I added. She blinked at me in surprise. "My name's Screwball," she softly informed me. "Hmm ...Screwball. Even amongst ponies that's a rather unique name," I told her. "I like it." "T-thank you," she stuttered. "My name is Anonymous, but please just call me Anon," I informed her. "Okay, Mr.Anon Sir," she replied with a giggle. "Now that introductions are out of the way, there is something I have to make sure you are aware of before we start," I told her. "Oh, alright then," she said. "To make it quick and simple, I'm obligated to keep what you tell me during the session secret. I can and will only share what you tell me if it's a threat to your health such as suicidal thoughts," I explained. "Understand?" "Yes sir!" she answered again with a giggle. "Good, glad that's settled," I said, letting out a sigh of relief. "Now, if you follow me, we can get started," I added, leading her to the back room. As I did, I began to question what Discord told me. She didn't seem down, and she's been quite cooperative. I began to hope for a smooth session. As we entered, the room changed to another outdoors seen again, except there was a major detail that I didn't expect. It was a clearing in the middle of the Everfree Forest. Though unlike the forest itself, the clearing had more childish characteristics, the lake in the middle didn't contain water but instead contained chocolate milk. There were also stump sized gumdrops and lollipops in a variety of colors that stuck out of the ground. Looking over at Screwball, she looked surprised. She started to inspect every detail of the place, making comments every so often such as "no way" and "even that." Eventually, she asked me a question. It was slightly different from the usual one. "Is this a trick?" Screwball asked. I grinned. "In a way, it is. This room is enchanted to create an illusion of an area that its occupants would find most relaxing," I explained, but she didn't look satisfied. "How can that be when you never have seen this place before?" she demanded in a tone that sounded more accusing this time around. I let out a hearty laugh. "What's so funny?" "Out of all the clients I've had so far, none of them thought to ask that," I answered. "Smart girl. The answer is straightforward. The enchantment doesn't work on humans, which is what I am," I explained. "Mmm…. makes sense I guess," she agreed. "Splendid," I said, taking a seat on a nearby gumdrop. "I hope this means we can get started." "Sure can," she responded in an almost sing-song voice as she practically bounced her way over to take a seat. I noticed that she was acting so optimistic that it almost seems…. "Acting like everything is fine won't make this appointment go by any faster," I told her. I watched her muzzle as her smile dropped a little. "Was I really that obvious?" she asked, sounding disappointed. "No. In fact, your act was pretty good. It would have worked if I hadn't seen it before," I answered. "Seeing that you want this over with, how about we discuss what's wrong. Remember, I won't be able to tell anyone so you can tell me anything." "How can I know you are telling the truth?" she asked, sounding suspicious of me. I sighed. "Would you feel better if I told you a secret of my own?" I asked her in return. "Um, sure," she agreed. "Okay, I don't know how to sugar coat this so I'll just lay it as it is. I'm going out of business," I admitted. "Wait, what?" she asked, sounding shocked. "I'm not making enough bits to keep a roof over my head, lt alone to keep a business going," I explained. "If you aren't making enough to keep a roof over your head, does that mean…" she trailed off. The sad, pitiful look she had told me that she pieced it together. "Yep, I'll be homeless soon enough," I finished for her. "That's horrible," she commented. "That's life," I countered. "All part of the process," I thought. "Earn their trust. Make it easier for them to open up." "How can you handle knowing that?" Screwball asked. "Well, it's impossible to argue with how life works. I just accept it and move on," I told her. "All I can do is hope for the best." "Is that really all you can do?" she asked. "Yep, but enough about me. It's time we talk about your troubles," I told her. "Oh, alright," she replied, finally giving in. "Well, there are some ponies in school who won't stop harassing me," she reported. That was all I needed to hear to know what I needed to. "They're making me into an outcast." "Have you ever told your parents?" I asked, somewhat already knowing the answer. "No, I'm not sure what they will do," she answered. "Well, do you see them as good parents?" I asked. "Yes," she answered hesitantly.  "Then give them a try. Good parents help their children in their time of need," I explained to her. "Winning against a bully peacefully isn't easy, but I can assure you that it's possible. I can also tell you that it will make it easier to have the help of some of your friends too." "And if it doesn't work?" she asked. "Trust me, it will," I promised her. "Now I do believe that we are out of time," I informed her, getting up. "Come on, I'll see you out. It is a beautiful day so you should go and enjoy it." "Okay, sure thing," she responded, getting up as well. When we went into the lobby, I found Discord there. When I saw him look at Screwball smiling, he looked like he was simultaneously fighting to contain a tear and his glee. "Thank you, Anon," Discord told me. "No problem," I responded. Discord snapped and emptied a small bag of bits on the counter before he and Screwball disappeared. "Alright, time to go get dinner," I thought to myself. > Appointment 6: Princess Celestia > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- One week. That was the deal. Six days. That's how long it's been. One day left, then it's all over. I know it's sad, but that's the harsh reality a human has to live with, no matter what world they reside in. If you're incapable, life will just spit you out and leave you dead. I was just packing up my office when I heard the door open. "Whoever's there, I'm sorry to let you know that we just closed for good," I called, not checking who it was. "Well, that's too bad. Sorry to hear that," I heard a familiar voice say. "But I still have to deliver this to you." Stopping what I was doing, I looked over the counter to check who it was. I saw the little purple and green dragon known as Spike, who was carrying a scroll. "Hey Spike, how's it going?" I asked, my tone a little friendlier now that I'm with a familiar face. "Well, it's been better since Twilight came to see you," he admitted. "With that in mind, why are you closing?" "Spike," I began hesitantly, letting out a heavy sigh. "Before I tell you that, let me tell you about life in the world I came from. Come, take a seat." After Spike took a seat, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. I also had to convince myself that Twilight wouldn't be mad at me, knowing how much she acts like a mother to him.  "Spike, in the world I came from, it's not easy to get by. If you can't get by on your own, chances are you won't survive. What I'm going through right now is a good example. Yeah, I made a few bits, but only enough to eat. It wasn't enough to keep my home, let alone a business. As a result, I'm going to be homeless in the morning," I told him, checking his face for any signs of tears. Not that I was looking for pity, I just don't want to be on Twilight's bad side. Though, to my surprise, it turned out that I didn't have to worry. "Sounds harsh, but I guess I understand. Anyway, here you go," he told me, handing me the rolled-up parchment. I unrolled it and looked it over, my eyes opening wider in disbelief as I read it. Dear Anonymous, I have received word of your services from Princess Twilight Sparkle. I must thank you for helping her. Asking for help from somepony other than Spike or Celestia is something that she forgets to do sometimes. It is because of the results of your services that I wish to speak to you face to face. I would appreciate it if you would give me the pleasure of meeting you here at Canterlot Castle. Sincerely, Princess Luna. "Well, what is it?" Spike asked, noticing my expression. "Apparently, Princess Luna has requested my presence," I answered. "Too bad, I can't go." "What? Why not?" Spike asked out of confusion. "It is a great honor to speak with the Princess." "Because I can't afford the train ride," I explained. "Otherwise, I would go." "Oh no, we can't have that," Spike said, looking panicked. "Here, you can use this," he added, handing me enough bits to buy a ticket. "Spike, I can't accept this," I protested. "I won't be able yo pay you back." "Using them would be enough to make us even. If Twilight heard that you refused the request of either of the princesses, she would be angry enough to blow the entire roof off her castle," he countered. "Heh, when you put it like that, I guess I have no choice but to accept," I agreed. "Alright, you better get going. I have a train to catch." Standing in front of Canterlot Castle, I was a nervous wreck. Not only because I was about to meet royalty, but also because of the intimidating way the guards were looking at me before I was finally addressed. "Sir, please identify yourself," the guard asked. "Of course. My name is Anonymous," I answered after clearing my throat. "But please, call me Anon." "So you're Anon. The Princesses told us to expect you," he informed me. "Ah, that explains why he didn't ask what I was first," I thought. "Sir Anon, if would please follow me, I will take you to see Princess Luna," he said before taking the lead. After we entered the castle, I was grateful for the guard. Not that I felt unsafe or anything. The corridors were like a maze to me and felt like it would be easy to get lost. He led me up a spiral staircase. At the top, there was a very short hall that led to a tall door the color of the night sky. The guard stopped, causing me to stop. "Please wait here while I inform her of your arrival," he instructed before going in. It only took about two minutes before he came back out.  "Princess Luna and Princess Celestia are ready to see you," he informed me. "Oh, so they're both in there," I thought before going in. When the door shut behind me, I looked around the room. The floor and walls were various shades of night blue. Most of the furniture and fixtures were also coal black. The ceiling had a starry night sky with a full moon painted on it. Overall, the room gave off a serene feel. "Over here, Anonymous," I heard someone call. I followed the voice out to the balcony, where I found the Princesses. "We're glad you could make it," the shorter one of the two addressed me. She, just like the room behind me, had a dark blue color to her coat and eyes. Her mane and tail waved in a non-existent breeze and looked as if it bore the night sky itself. "My name is Luna. it is nice to finally meet you." "I must agree," stated the taller one. She had a pristine white coat and magenta eyes. Like Luna's, her hair waved in a non-existent breeze as well. Her main and tail were stripped with light green, pink, purple, and blue. "My name is Celestia." "Nice to meet you two as well. Please, just call me Anon," I replied, now feeling a little more comfortable. "So, what is it that I can do for the rulers of Equestria?" "Not too much," Celestia said. "There are just some things I want to get off my chest." "So all you want is an ear that's willing to listen?" I asked. Celestia nodded. "Well, I guess I can do that one last time." "Splendid," Luna said. "I'll leave the two of you to it. I have to attend night court," she added before leaving the room. "So," Celestia started slightly nervous. "How do you usually start?" "Relax, Celestia, no need to be nervous. I'm going to start this how I am obligated to," I answered, her ears perking up. "By making sure you understand that every word you say to me during our session is strictly confidential. Meaning I'm not allowed to share anything you tell me without your permission. I can only break this if it's for safety reasons like thoughts of suicide. Understand?" "I believe so," Celestia answered, yawning. "Good, then we can get started," I stated. "If you need too, please take your time getting your thoughts together." Things went quiet for several minutes. Looking at her, I could see the gears and springs in her head twist and turn. I was able to tell that she was having trouble. As to the reason, I wasn't sure. She could be tense, she could be tired, or she could be distracted. So I took a gamble. "Celestia, wait a moment," I told her. She returned her attention to me with a hum. "Let's go to the railing real quick," I told her. When we were at the edge, I continued. "First, close your eyes. Then calm your breathing," I instructed. She did as I told her. "Now, focus on the clean air from the light breeze," I continued. "Focus on the soothing, rhythmic sounds of the city below." As she did, I could see her muscles relax as she relieved herself of any and all the stress caused by making her mind work overtime so late. Slowly, she reopened her sparkling magenta eyes. Turning to me, I saw her genuinely smile. "Thank you, Anon. I needed that," she admitted. "No need to thank me," I insisted. "It's all a part of the job." "I believe I'm ready now," she informed me. "Alright then, I'm all ears," I replied, giving her a patient smile. As I did, I could see that she was no longer nervous. As if I just gained more of her trust, which was good. "Twilight told me in her letter that you understood what it really means to be a leader," she informed me. "Could you please elaborate on what it is that you understand?" "Well," I sighed. "Everyone knows that it isn't easy. What's more, is that I know that being a leader doesn't always mean getting everyone to like you. No, the reality is that usually making the necessary choices will more than likely leave others hating you. That is what it means to be a leader in general. To make the decisions that others aren't willing or able to make for the good of everyone else," I answered. "Although, there is more depending on the type of leader one is." "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were a leader yourself once," Celestia commented. "Were you?" "Me? Na, but I have observed some before, though," I told her. "Does whatever you need to tell me relate to being a leader?" "Yes," she answered, her voice sounding a little sadder now. "Yes, it does." "How so?" I asked, needing more information. "Tell me, do you know what the price is for establishing peace?" she asked me. I nodded my head. "War," I answered. "Humans are very violent creatures by nature. Violence has also been the drive of many technological advances. They have created automatic weapons and even managed to split atoms. It's sad, really. Even when I left my world, you could never tell when war would break out once more," I told her. "Even worse is the thought of the price paid when waging war." "I see you are a very knowledgeable individual, Anon," Celestia commented. "Peace in Equestria as it is now had a tremendous price. For many years, everypony was in a different tribe based on what race they were. In a struggle for land and resources, the three tribes went to war. It wasn't easy, but eventually, my sister and I ended the war." "Though, as we just established, there was a price," I added. "Right. For those many years, I had to watch as many of my friends died," she said, starting to shed a few tears. "I was powerless to do anything for them. The battlefield isn't a place for just anypony, but at that time, I even saw mares and foals in the front lines."  At this point, Celestia's voice started wavering. "I can remember down to the smallest detail as I plunged my spear into my opponents. I remember how I had to slaughter innocent ponies who didn't even know what they were fighting for, just to, later on, spend hours washing their blood off my coat," she described to me, almost completely broken down at this point.  "Celestia, you know you can take a break if you want. Please don't strain yourself." I told her, but she just looked at me with a pair of watery orbs that looked to contain stories untold. Stories that should have been forgotten, but can’t be. “I have my work cut out for me,” I thought. “I am fine, Anon,” she informed me, though she failed to hide the fact that she was lying to my. “No, you are not fine right now,” I countered.  Looking at her, I could tell that she wasn’t going to be able to calm down by herself any time soon. I had to make a last moment decision. Remembering the fact that I wasn’t going to be a therapist for much longer, I decided to stop playing by the rules of a therapist. Walking over to her, I put my arms around her. I heard her gasp in surprise before doing the same, wrapping her wings around me. We stayed like that for quite some time. Every now and then I heard her sniffle as I felt a tear land on my shoulder.  “Thank you,” I eventually heard her say before releasing each other.  “Feeling better Celestia?” I asked in high hopes. “Very much so,” she answered, a smile returning to her face. I was able to tell that she wasn’t lying. “Before you leave, I would like to know if you have somewhere to stay for the night.” “Yes,” I lied, not wanting to burden or worry her. “Anon, you need not lie to me,” she told me, seeing right through me. I gave in after that, not having a backup plan or anything. “No, I don’t,” I admitted. “Then I shall arrange for you to sleep in a guest room,” she told me. “Please, follow me.” > Epilogue > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I awoke on the seventh day in a guest room of the castle. For anyone else, it would have felt like a great morning. Waking up on such a luxurious bed and walking onto the balcony to such a gorgeous view, just about anyone else would be happy. Not me though. I was too busy worrying about where I was going to sleep or how I would get food when I returned to Ponyville. My time was up after all. As soon as I returned I would be homeless. I had a good run while it lasted. The few clients I had whistle I was there were fantastic. You know what? So was I. I helped each client to the best of my abilities. Knowing that I was ready to accept my fate without question. I was making my way to exit the room when a pony knocked and entered. His coat was white and his main, tail and eyes were all dark blue. He was also wearing golden armor, leading me to assume he was a guard. “Sir Anonymous,” he addressed. “My name is Shining Armor, captain of the royal guard. Princess Celestia would like to speak to you over breakfast.” “Well, I guess some tea or coffee wouldn’t hurt,” I thought. “Lead the way,” I told him. “Yes Sir,” he responded before taking the lead. I was lead once more through the maze of corridors. If it weren’t for the doors or windows, I would think it impossible for anyone to learn there way around. Eventually, I was led to a large door. On it was engraved a very beautiful golden sun. “Here we are sir. Please wait here as I inform her of your arrival,” he instructed before going in. it didn’t even take a minute before he came back out. “Please, head on in.” Doing as I was told, I opened the door and let myself in. I saw Celestia sitting at a round table on her balcony. I checked her facial expression and, comparing it to last night when I first saw her, I’d say she’s feeling a lot better. “Good morning Anon, she greeted, placing her drink down. “Please, come and join me.” Doing as I was told once more, I took the seat opposite of Celestia. In the center of the table, there was a tri-tiered serving plate with a variety of cake, fruit, and muffins. Beside it was a teapot and two teacups. One of the two cups was already full. Using her magic, she poured me some tea in the other cup. “Please, help yourself,” she insisted. “Heh, who am I to say ‘no’ to the princess?” I thought as I put a few muffins on my plate. After that, I decided we should get things started. “I was told that there was something you wanted to discuss.” “Straight to the point, aren’t we?” she giggled, taking a sip of tea. “Very well. I received a rather disturbing letter earlier from Twilight Sparkle,: she informed me. To help me wake up and process better, I took a sip of tea myself. “I’ll be honest. I was quite surprised to learn that you’re homeless now.” I let out a stressful sigh. As I took another sip of tea and a bite from one of the muffins I claimed, I found myself wondering what Twilight’s intentions were for informing Celestia of that. Assuming that it was just Celestia asking her for a background check, I decided not to question it and continue listening. “Would you mind answering a few questions?” she asked. “Sure,” I answered. Anything for the client, even though I wasn’t accepting payment this time. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?” she asked, sounding serious. “It’s my job to listen to the troubles of others and help them through their problems. The only time I share my troubles is when I use it as a way to establish trust with the client to get them to open up,” I told her. “It wasn’t necessary with you because you were already willing to discuss what was on your mind,” I explained. Celestia started to look a little frustrated with my answer. Like it wasn’t good enough or it wasn’t what she was looking for. “That doesn’t mean you couldn’t tell me afterword or have asked somepony else for help,” she countered. “What are you not telling me?” “It’s just how things are for me,” I told her, trying to dodge the question. “Please, explain what you mean by that?” she asked. At this point, it was clear to me that I wasn’t leaving without telling her what she wanted to know. “Alright,” I said, releasing a sigh in my surrender. “You win.” I let out a hum as I thought about where to start. I guessed I would start it by speaking from experience. “Over many years before coming to your land, I have learned that life doesn’t have rules that it plays by. Life is always unfair and can even be cruel when it wants to be. However, there has always been one thing that it’s been consistent with,” I told her. “And what’s that?” she asked. “It doesn’t enable anyone. If someone isn’t fit to make it by in the world, it leaves them to die,” I calmly explained, taking a sip of tea. Setting the now empty teacup down, I looked at Celestia just in time to see that her maw was agape before she closed it. Her eyes were filled with disbelief as she processed what I had just informed her. From what I knew of her so far, I bet…. “How?” she asked. “‘How’ what?” I asked in turn, already knowing what she meant. “How could you accept that?” she asked, being a little more specific. I smiled at her, confusing her. “How could you be smiling in your situation?” “Because,” I began, getting her attention. “Before now, I was able to help. In the past week, there were a few wondrous individuals that came to me asking for help. I was able to give them advice and guidance in there time of need,” I answered. “Knowing that, it makes me feel a little better.” now Celestia’s face told me that she understood, her eyes softening to a point where they reminded me of a sad kitten. “Oh, you poor creature,” she called me, catching me off guard. “I had no idea.” “‘Poor creature’? How so?” I asked. “Well, I don’t know how things work where you come from, but here, no innocent creature such as yourself should have to go through such trials,” she told me. “Heh, it’s not like there’s anything I can do about at this point but accept it,” I told her. “No, but there is something I can do,” she argued. “Like what?” I asked. “How would you like to stay here at the castle?” she proposed. It sounded great, but the more I thought about it the more I had to go against it. “Sorry, but I can’t accept,” I informed her. “Why not?” she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.  “The guilt would be too much if I couldn’t pay you back” I admitted. “If that’s the problem, I’m sure I can arrange some work for you. There are a few guards that could use your services,” she insisted. She had me beat there. “Alright, I’ll accept if you can do that,” I told her she looked almost overjoyed for a moment. “I’m glad we could come to an agreement.”