Be Anon
>In Pony asylum
>You thought it would be funny to try to ride luna like a pony
>It was totally funny
>But she didn't think so
>She sent you to an asylum
>She could have sent you to prison, but she sent you to an asylum
>Everyone there thought you were crazy
>After all, why else would you think it was a good idea to treat a princess like the magic horse she is?
>It's pretty ok in here actually
>The food's nice
>The guards are nice
>Most of the patients are nice too
>Keyword: most
>Mane-iac
>She was annoying to say the least
>She'd sit behind you at lunch, and would lightly whip you with her hair and call you "monkey boy".
>What was this, elementary school?
>The guards always tried to tie her hair up in what looked like a turban but she was always able to get a few stands free
>Today isn't any different
>Wack
>"What's the matter monkey boy?"
>Wack
>"Aren't you going to do anything monkey boy?"
>It didn't really hurt, but damn it was annoying
>Wack
>Yup, today's the day
>She's about to hit you again but you grab her hair before it can make contact
>You slam her face against the floor, and knock her out 
>Some guards run at you but you bolt towards the door with Mane-iac in tow
>The guards are long gone by the time you make it to your destination
>The Asylum's barber shop
>You get in and lock the door
>The barber's not there
>Good, you don't want any interruptions
>Mane-iac is slowly coming to her senses
>She looks around and realizes where she is
>She gasps
>"Oh no no n-!"
>You put her in a headlock and start cutting get mane through her makeshift turban
>Some of her mane is still trapped in it which makes it difficult for her to fight back
>Crying, begging pleading
>You think she's having a panic
>In less than a minute, you're finished
>The super villain is a bawling heap on the floor
>Though you're not sure you can call her a super villain without any super powers
>Suddenly the door is kicked open
>"Freeze Anonymous!"

Be Anon
>You're in a padded cell
>In a strait jacket
>The guards had no trouble putting you in here since you didn't put up a fight
>They didn't deserve that, they were always such nice guards
>And besides, you'd already gotten your revenge 
>And who knows, with her powers gone, maybe the villain formerly known as Mane-iac would turn over a new leaf
>Maybe she'd finally give up her old ways
>Maybe what you did was the best thing anyone's ever done for her
>You were like Batman
>If Batman had the balls to lobotomize The Joker
>What you did to her was kind of like lobotomy wasn't it?
>Before you can ponder your actions further you hear your cell door open
>It was a guard mare
>”Hello Mr. Anonymous, my name is Cookies, Cookies n' Cream.”
>You smile and greet her
“Hello Cookies.”
>”So, I heard about what you did to Mane-iac.”
>You break eye contact and look to the floor, expecting a lecture
>”I'm really impressed.”
>Wait, what did she just say?
>”You were able to change that mare in a way that no doctor in here could. I've always wanted to help these patients, but these doctors just wont let me. I think that with your help I could change this hospital, and maybe even all of psychiatry, for the better.”
>She leans in closer to you
>”Won't you help me Anon? Won't you help my patients?”
>Is she serious?
>Does she really think that the two of you could change the way this hospital is run?
>You think about it for a second
>If it worked for Mane-iac...
“Sure.”
>She smiles and hugs you
>”Thank you so much Anon.”

Be Anon
>You're finally out of that padded cell
>Cookies had apparently convinced the doctors that you were safe enough to be allowed back in your room
>The first thing you do when you get there is jump into your bed
>It was always nice to lay down in your bed
>You stare into the ceiling and think about what happened today
>You got your revenge on some Joker wannabe
>You were stuffed into a strait jacket and thrown into a cell
>Then Cookies came into your cell, and she asked for your help
>A kind of help that the rest of this hospital's staff didn't seem to want
>Help in curing these patients
>You'd never really thought about the rest of the patients in this hospital
>They all seemed nice
>But what could be going on in their minds?
>You'd been to a mental hospital once as a teen because if your depression and anxiety
>You remember what all those other kids were like
>What they had give through
>What could these guys be going through?
>This may have been. Magical Horse Land, but that didn't mean that the people who lived here couldn't have serious problems
> Could there be schizophrenics in here?
>Child abuse victims?
>War vets?
>All without a chance to be cured because some doctors were scared to take their treatments too far
>You weren't a psychologist, but Cookies did say that you had changed Mane-iac in a way no other doctor could
>And maybe that would be good enough for these patients

Be Cookies
>Ever since you started working here, you knew that something was missing, something that was essential to your patients recovery
>They needed an extra push, they needed tough love.
>They needed you, and they needed Anon
>You've seen patients who stayed here longer than they had to
>You've seen patients who ended up coming back because they weren't actually cured
>Not anymore
>You were going to change things around here with Anon's help
>You decide to look for Anon's next patient
>You open your file cabinet 
>So many patients
>After a while, one of them catches you eye

Be Anon
>You're at breakfast right now, eating some bacon and eggs 
>It sure is nice of this place to serve meat
>You're lucky that cookies was able to convince the doctors that you were sane, otherwise you'd probably have a bunch of guards surrounding you
>Mane-iac is nowhere to be seen. She probably decided to have breakfast in her room
>You don't blame her, you'd probably the same thing in her position
>You begin to wonder how many other patients know about what happened between you and that mare
>You knocked her out and dragged her out of the mess hall pretty quickly. Most of them probably didn't even notice that anything was going on until the guards stared running out the door
>"Good morning Anon."
>Looks like our employer's here
"Good morning Cookies."
>After taking a few bites of her oatmeal she speaks again
>"Anon, Look over there."
>You turn your head to look at the direction of that her hoof is pointing
"What should I be looking at?
>"Do you see that colt?"
"The one eating the strawberry sundae?"
>"Yes, his name is Sherbet Sandwich, and he's a pyromaniac."
>You almost do a spit take
>A pyromaniac?!
>Well this is a surprise, you expected to meet patients with serious problems but nothing like this. The guy looked like he wass only in his teens!
>"Oh dear he's doing it again."
>Cookies looks visibly distressed
>What could he possibly be doing?
>You dare to look at the colt once more and see that he's...
>Dipping his nose into the strawberry syrup. >And now he seems to be drawing something on the table with his nose
>"He's...He's drawing fire Anon."
>You have no words
>Is this what passes for pyromania in this world?
"Just imagine what would happen if he was let out before he was cured. He could end up playing with matches without adult supervision!"
>Ok, that does actually sound kind of dangerous
"Alright, so what are we gonna do?"
>Cookies calms herself down and whispers her plan into your ear
>...
>It sounded crazy
>But it's not like you could think of anything better
"Alright, we'll do it tonight."
>"Thank you Anon, you're a big help."

Bedtime
>You're inside a janitor's mop bucket  
>Cookies is disguised as a janitor and is rolling you towards Sherbet Sandwich's room 
>It's a little cramped in here, but it's nothing you can't handle
>And at least it's empty
>After a few minutes you hear a door open slowly
>Cookies wheels you inside, closes the door behind her, and walks towards the bed
>"Sherbet, Sherbet wake up."
>He slowly opens his eyes and looks up at cookies
>"Ms. Cookies? What are you doing in my room, and why are you dressed as a janitor?"
>"It's a long story, but my friend Anon and I are here to help you."
>"Anon?"
>"Yes, now just lay still and let us move on to the procedure. You can come out now Anon"
>You climb out of the mop bucket
"Are you sure this isn't some sort of weird dream?"
>Cookies giggles
"Of course not, we're as real as the mane on your head." 
>Cookies looks back to you
>"Alright, grab the supplies."
>You reach into the mop bucket and pull out what look like a few thick belts and some matches
>"Wait, what are those for?"
>"Sherbet, please trust me when I say that what we"re about to do is going to help you, go ahead Anon."
>You do as your told and use the thick belts to restrain Sherbet to his bed
>Now he"s struggling to break free
>"Wait, is it really necessary to tie me up?!"
>"It's for your own sake Sherbet. I swear that I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think it was absolutely necessary."
>Wow, she actually sounds kind of motherly right now
>Cookies looks at you and nods
>That's your cue
>You go to the bottom of his bed and take out a box of matches from your pocket
>Sherbet's eyes grow wide, but not in fear
>"Woah, what are you gonna do with those?"
>He sounds kind of mesmerized
>Cookies nods again, ands you light one up.
>Sherbet is completely entranced by the flame
>"Now Anon."
>She covers up Sherbet's mouth
>You light the match and touch the bottom of his hoof with the flame
>He let's out a muffled yelp of pain 
>You notice Cookies wince, almost as if she were being burnt too
>She releases her hoof from the colts mouth and after a moment he speaks up again
>"Wh-what's going on, fire doesn't hurt."
>Did he really believe that?
>Must be more delusional than you thought
>"Fire is good, you can't make me hate fire."
>Cookies covers his mouth again
>"Please Anon, do it quickly."
>You hope for her sake that this will be over soon
>...
>You've lost track of how many times you've to repeat this process
>Cookies looks like she's about to keel over and die
>This is definitely hurting her more than it's hurting Sherbet
>Cookies' hoof shakily hovers above Sherbet's mouth, but before she can cover it again he mutters something
>You're about to light another match when suddenly
>"W-Wait..."
>You pause, and listen to what he has to say
>"I understand, I understand now, fire is..."
>Come on
>"Fire is..."
>Say it, say it
>"Bad."
>Finally
>You let out a sigh of relief, put out the match, and undo his restraints
>As soon as he sits up Cookies leaps on to Sherbet and wraps him in a tight hug
>"You're life can only get better after today Sherbet, you'll see."