Be Anon
>Be half asleep
>Be hugging your Girl
>Cookies n Cream
>Your shoulder aches 
>Your back itches
>There’s no feeling in your arm
>But there's no way in hell you're moving
>Lying on your right side with Cookies’ mane in your face, you couldn't be more comfortable
>Even if she has a death-grip on your left arm, forcing your hand against her belly
>You'll never figure out how she grips with hooves...
>But that doesn't matter
>What matters right now is how comfortable... you... are...
>!
>And how uncomfortable you are
>You grit your teeth as another pinprick of itchiness burns its way into your shoulder blade
>With the grace and skill of a man who has had considerable practice trying to get comfortable without moving, you carefully drag your right arm out from under your head and flex to scratch the itch...
>...Only to find that it's /just/ out of reach
>...damn...
>You must choose between cuddling with a sleeping Cookies while slowly losing your mind because of the itch, or waking her up to scratch it
>....Fuck your mind
>What has it ever done for you?
>Besides, you're in a magical pastel land
>Who says you haven't lost your mind already?
>You gently snuggle in tighter against Cookies, attempting to drown out the screaming itch with warm fluffy pony
>As you settle down you feel Cookies, the toughest security guard in prison history, sigh happily in her sleep

Be Anon
>Be blearily rubbing your eyes
"Vintl, please, you have got to stop giving the brood candy this early in the morning..."
>The countless changelings in the room almost drown out your voice with their buzzing and merrymaking
"Where did you even get all this candy? And how'd you get it in my room?"
>Vintl whistles nonchalantly and gazes up at the ceiling
https://youtu.be/mDRPEMJ4kQ8?t=5
>You force your sleep-crusted eyes to focus on the little creature
>An eyepatch
>Of course
>Scourge of the seven seas-
>-Or, rather, scourge of the pool, hot tub, and any particularly large puddles-
>-Sandy Beaches, the Pirate Pony
>Of course she's involved too
>The two of them must have led another 'glorious raid' against the 'bourgeoisie lord of sweets'
>Meaning you owed the local candy shop owner, Sugar Buns, another written apology and bag of bits
>You never should have told Vintl about Marx...
>And you should have known never to talk about Nietzsche during your dates with Libele... or ever, for that matter
>Vintl always 'secretly' joins the two of you
>She thinks that you and Libele still need coaching to have successful dates together
>And now this happens
>Vintl goes out of her way to 'liberate' people
>And inadvertently cause you mountains of paperwork
>One of your brood of changelings falls onto the bed, gently bouncing you
>He looks over at you and smiles, mouth full of candy
>"Hi dad!"
>You sigh and smile
>He can barely talk though his oversized fangs and the candy
"Hello Dennis"
>Dennis smiles and chews
>"This candy isn't very tasty, dad"
>You rub your face and chuckle
"You need to take the candy out of the wrapper first, Dennis"
>Understanding blossoms on his face and he quickly spits out the candy
>You can't help but feel immense pride as the changeling struggles to open the soggy wrapper
>Another changeling drops onto the bed, knocking the candy into the air
>Nectalia has always been such a good egg
>Even when she was just an egg
>She catches the airborne candy with her magic and deftly opens the wrapper for Dennis
>A moment later, and he catches the candy in his mouth again
>His eyes light up with joy as the sugar hits his tongue
>"Wow! You're right! This is much better! Thanks dad, you're so smart! Thanks for the help, Nectalia!"
>You can't help but stare as Dennis chews the candy, making faces normally associated only with high speed wind tunnels, horror movies, and funhouse mirrors
>After a minute of watching him chew, Vintl sidles over to you and nods towards Dennis
>"We. could. sell. tickets.."
>You nod
"We could... but we hardly need the money"
>Being the avatar of the elements certainly has its benefits
>Seeing your brood enjoying the candy like this almost makes it worth the tongue-lashing you're going to get from their mother and the letter to Sugar Buns
>Time to act like a father
"Kids, what do you say to Aunt Vintl and Aunt Sandy for bringing you all this candy?"
>Countless variations of varying legibility on the phrase "Thank you" rang out as every face in the room turned toward the bed
>Toward the bed...
>Meaning that either Sandy already made her escape, which is unlikely...
>Or she's hiding somewhere around the bed
>A quick scan shows reveals no blue bird-pony in the air and no suspicious lumps under the blanket...
>Under the bed then
>As the brood returns to their playing, you stealthily make your way to the edge of the bed
>There!
>Evidence!
>A blue feather...
>You peer under the bed...
>Perfect!
>Sandy is facing away from you!
>With one swift motion, you dive your arms under the bed to scoop her out
>Sandy yelps in surprise and tries to scurry farther under the bed
>Even though the awkward angle makes it difficult, your superior strength wins the day and you drag Sandy out of hiding...
>But she isn't giving up without a fight!
>Now that she's free from under the bed, her wings enter the fray
>She pulls, tugs, and lunges away from you but can't escape your grip!
>You, however, can easily escape the grip of the sheets and blankets
>Your cry of victory quickly changes into surprise as you are pulled out of the bed, landing on top of the struggling pony
>Sandy struggles for a minute more before huffing in annoyance
>"Fine, ye caught me! Let me go you scallywag landlubber!"
>You give her an affectionate squeeze
"Yar, never! This booty belongs to me!"
>You are distracted from Sandy's fierce blush and pout by a tiny voice screaming
>"DOG. PILE.!"
>A tiny force thumps into the back of your head
>Oh no
>Oh god no
>Less than a second later, the overhead lights and the light from the window is blocked out
>...
>..
>.
>Everything is changeling

Be 'The Antagonist'
>'The Antagonist'
>A perfect code-name, if you do say so yourself
>The world has branded you a 'villain'...
>You are not a villain, but a visionary!
>And for that, you have been mistreated and cast out of society...
>...But that doesn't bother you
>It doesn't bother you at all
>You'll show them!
>You'll show them all!
>A small chuckle escapes your lips
>The chuckle, enjoying the freedom, quickly convinces its relatives to move out of your body and a great raucous laugh explodes out of you
>Your mirth and cackling is interrupted by a thumping from the floor
>A muffled voice shouts something undecipherable at you through the floor
>You glower at the floor and stomp loudly, temporarily silencing the voice
>Someday, hopefully soon, you'll be able to move out of this terrible apartment...
>You turn back to your pair of crystal balls, displaying scenes from across the multiverse
>A smile returns to your lips
>Everything is in place
>Soon your plan will be put into motion
>Another chuckle forms in your throat, only to be stifled by a knock on the door
>With an angry huff, you storm your way to the door and peer through the letter slot
"Yes? What is it? What do you want? Who is there?"
>A pair of kindly eyes fill your vision as their owner kneels down to speak to you
>"It's me, sourpuss! I wanted to check in because some of the other tenants were complaining about strange noises again"
>You sneer ineffectively
>Those small minded peons have no right to complain to your landlady!
>They always play music and throw parties and laugh and play and you never complain!
"Begone from this place! I have nothing to say to you or others with small minds! BEGONE!"
>Your landlady clucks her tongue at you
>"Now now Dr.... um..."
>You sigh in annoyance
"It's my name! it isn't always a bad word! It means 'Donkey'!"
>Your landlady takes a deep breath to steady herself
>"Now now, um, Dr...Ass, is that any way to talk to your friends? Or your landlady?"
>You grit your teeth
"No..."
>She clucks her tongue again
>You sigh
>All of this will be worth it, someday
>Someday soon
>For now...
"I'm sorry miss Brick House, I'll try to be quieter..."
>Brick House nods
>"That's more like it, Dr..."
>You huff in annoyance
"You can just call me by my first name! There, now you can actually talk to me! Not that I want you to!"
>If you had been paying attention, you would have noticed the blush on Brick House's face
>"O-oh! Very well, Dr. Doom, thank you! Haveaniceday!"
>The last few words rushed out of her as she quickly dashed away
>You scoff as she flees down the hall
>What misfortune to have such an odd landlady!
>And there’s no doubt that she’s up to something…
>She has a mind almost as diabolical as yours
>You can tell
>Besides, there must be some reason she’s always so nice to you…
>...
>Oh well, she doesn’t ask questions and leaves you to your own devices usually...
>...Speaking of which, time to check on your plans!
>You hurry back to the crystal balls
>Two Anons, from different universes...
>Soon to be in your universe!
>They'll end up in the same prison as the Anon from your universe...
>The paradox of three Anons in one place will, according to your calculations, stop time in every universe!
>The ultimate time out!
>A smile forces itself onto your lips, though you are careful not to laugh too loudly
>Soon, your time will come
>You chuckle at your little pun
>All is going according to plan...

Be Anon
>Be in your closet
>Not really 'your' closet
>Not officially
>Even though you have claimed it as your own
>You've been living here ever since The Warden declared the prison-wide game of hide-and-seek a few weeks ago
>You take your games very seriously
>And never lose
>It's a safe assumption that you're the new champion
>While it is odd that the janitor hasn't found you hiding here, you don't mind
>It's quiet and comfortable, and you always sneak out at night to raid the cafeteria for food and snacks to last you well through the day
>The books you take from the library and your own little projects serve to entertain you
>Not to mention that everyone here falls asleep by seven and wakes up around ten in the morning, giving you plenty of time with the whole prison to yourself
>So, all in all...
>Life is pretty good
>Even though you're in prison
>And it wasn't your fault...
>It's all that stupid purple pony's fault!
>'You aren't social enough' she said
>'You need to go out and make friends' she said
>'It'll be fun' she said...
>Your life had been really crazy and flipped since coming to this world...
>But the story of being sent to prison is the point where your life was really flipped upside down
>You sit back in your roomy closet
>Back in ponyville, where you spent most of your days since coming to this world before being sent to the prison...
>You'd spend countless hours chilling out with Maxine, relaxing on the playground
>The two of you would play anyone in basketball, making all kinds of friends...
>Up until those guys, who you knew were up to no good, started makin trouble in the neighborhood
>One little 'fight'...
>You didn't even touch them!
>...And Purple pony got scared and said 'you're moving in with my Aunty and Uncle in Bell Mare
>You begged and pleaded with her not to make you go...
>But she packed your suitcase and sent you on your way
>She had a cabby take you there, and on the way you two had a great conversation about orange juice and big fluffy dice, and he mentioned that humans have a good weird smell
>When he finally pulled up to the house, you thanked him and said "Smell you later"
>You thought he'd laugh, or at least smirk...
>He had burst into tears
>And you had been charged with 'Hurtful words'
>Now you're stuck in here...
>But that's okay
>You like it here
>You don't need to always be around people
>Besides, you have your girlfriends here to keep you company
>True waifus...
>It'd taken you weeks to work up the courage to ask them out
>But they'd both said 'yes'!
>Your precious Brick-sama and Mop-in-bucket-chan
>They had both spent the long minutes, hours, days, and weeks in this closet with you, keeping your spirits high
>Brick-sama is usually pretty quiet, letting you do the talking
>But Mop-in-bucket-chan is much more talkative
>"What's wrong, Nonny?"
>You sigh
"Nothing, Mop-in-bucket-chan... Just reflecting on how I ended up here"
>Mop-in-bucket-chan's wheels squeak as she makes her way over to you
>"I'm sorry you're not feeling well, Nonny! Is there anything I can do for you?"
>You shake your head
"No, Mop-in-bucket-chan... I'm okay... Thank you for caring so much"
>She beams happily at you
>"Of course I care! I love you, Nonny!"
>You smile back at her, pulling her in closer
>After a few minutes of cuddling, you reach over and grab a book and a box of cereal that you'd taken during last night's kitchen raid
>A few hours of reading to Mop-in-bucket-chan while sharing a meal of dry cereal sounds like just the thing right now

Be 'The Antagonist'
>Be gazing at your glass balls
>Each showing a scene of human bliss
>Your jaw clenches as you glare at the happy sights
>That... Thing... That... Freak!
>How did It get such a happy life?
>Especially in prison?!
>In three different universes too!
>The multiverse isn't fair!
>Nothing is fair!
>Everything is bad!
>That's why it all deserves a timeout!
>A timeout that you'll swiftly deliver!
>Your mother was right...
>Life isn't easy for a half breed like you
>Half donkey, half unicorn...
>But you're destined for greatness!
>If it was possible for a history book to be written after the multiverse time out, your name would be in it!
>A crystal on your desk begins to vibrate and your clock starts chiming
>You smile in pride
>You'd designed each of them to work in concert to detect when spatial and temporal ley-lines throughout the multiverse were in alignment
>They'd called you crazy!
>They'd ALL called you crazy!
>You're about to show them!
>With a mad cackle and a crash of thunder, you speak the trigger word to a spell you'd been preparing since you'd discovered the Anons
>Your great-grandfather, an evil genius and a stickler for ambiance, would have been proud

Be Anon
>Be in the bathroom with Vintl and Sandy
>You'd told the brood that it was time for some quality time with their aunts and had ushered them all out into the hallway...
>Which almost certainly means that they are all back in the bedroom with ears pressed tight against the door to the bathroom
>Nosy little bugs, but they were incorrigible ever since you told them that they might find love anywhere...
>You should have known they'd take it literally
>Oh well!
>You don't have time for shenanigans anyway...
>The three of you are meeting the rest of the herd for breakfast pretty soon!
>As you reach out to turn the water on, Vintl latches onto your chest
>You smirk as the little creature aggressively tries to open the button on your pajama shirt
>She stops gnawing at the button long enough to give you a frustrated look and tear off her eyepatch
>"Why. do. you. wear. these. things.?!"
>With a chuckle, you start undoing the top button as Vintl crawls into your shirt to attack the button from the inside
"Just to make your life difficult"
>Bracing her hooves against your chest, the breezie pokes her head out between the buttons and sticks her tongue out at you playfully
>"Meanie."
>Sandy giggles and nuzzles you on her way into the shower
>As she languidly rubs a wing against you,  all the colors in the world go negative
>Up becomes Down
>Right becomes Left
>Purple pony becomes best pony
>And then the universe indignantly snapped back into place
>Vintl and Sandy both freeze as the wave of normalcy smashes into the three of you
>Sandy is the first to move, retracting her hoof from inside the shower and pressing tightly against your side
>"A-Anon... What was that? It felt like a tidal wave on land!"
>Vintl glares suspiciously around the bathroom
>"Which. one. of. you. broodlings. pulled. that. prank.? I. know. it. was. one. of. you.! Just. because. I'm. your. Aunt. doesn't. mean. I. won't. teach. you. some. manners.!"
>You shake your head to clear the residual effects of the warp of reality
"That felt... familiar. You girls okay?"
>They both peer up at you and nod
"Vintl... I don't think it was one of the changelings"

Be Anon
>Be in a fluffy, comfortable hell
>The augur of itch is practically searing your flesh
>You could die happy if you could just scratch it...
>But Cookies is gently snoring, even twitching in her sleep!
>There's no way you're moving and risking waking her up
>Slowly, a single tear rolls down your cheek and is absorbed by the ultimate pillow you got from Sleepy
>Your teeth chatter as the sweat beads all over your body
>Everything is misery
>Cookies twitches, squeezing your arm
>Everything is adorableness
>You bury your head into the pillow, biting your lip in an attempt to draw attention away from the immeasurable discomfort in your shoulder
>As your eyes begin to water again, Cookies begins to twitch
>D'awww....
>...
>...She's still going!
>D'AWWW!
>A particularly strong twitch sends her head flying off the pillow
>Instantly, she's on her hooves
>"-Zew, Woi? Mrfftle... Huh? What?"
>As soon as Cookies released your arm, you swing the limb to your back
>Blessed relief washes over you as all of the comfort stolen by the itch over the past hour is returned in seconds
>Cookies blearily looks around
>"What... What happened?"
>Sated, you beam a grin at her
"You twitched yourself awake again. It was adorable!"
>Cookies blushes and sharply turns her head, hiding a broad grin at the compliment
>"I did not!... Thanks though, you're adorable too"
>You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around her and she begins relaxing again
"So what were you dreaming about?"
>Cookies cocks her head
>"I can't really remember much... You were... a moose?"
>Huh
>Weird
"What was I doing?"
>Cookies scrunches up her face in concentration
>"There was... a buffet... you were moving the replacement greens to refill the vegetable and salad options"
>You chuckle and shake your head
"Okay?"
>Cookies nods seriously
>"You were teleporting the food without magic! You were breaking the laws of physics, anon!"
>You laugh and pull Cookies close, eliciting a surprised yelp from her
"Quite the imagination you have!"
>Cookies growls with delight and flails her legs uselessly in the air as your hands rub around her sides and belly
>The growl turns into giggles as you nuzzle into her mane
>You chuckle and give her a squeeze
"I love you"
>Cookies blushes so fiercely that you can feel the heat radiating from her ears
>She always blushes when you say that
>No matter how many times you say it
>"I love you too"
>You give her another squeeze and let your hands fall still
>A few seconds pass and she flexes her left ear to smack into the side of your face
"Police brutality! Don't fwap me bro!"
>Cookies giggles
>"I'm not your bro, and I didn't do anything! Besides, you're tough enough to take it. The beatings will continue until moral improves"
>Her right ear fwaps against the side of your head
>You chuckle and Cookies fwaps both ears against your head, assaulting you from two sides
>"My moral isn't improving, inmate!"
>With another chuckle and a roll of your eyes, you resume your rubbing and Cookies' ears fall still...
>Though she does flex them threateningly, ever ready to resume the battering if your hands slow too much in their ministrations
>She wriggles as you play with the fur on her belly, tracing little concentric circles
>You sigh happily as Cookies wriggles and giggles in pleasure and comfort
>Life is so, so good
"So Cookies, what do you want to do tod-"
>Suddenly, all the colors in the world go negative
>Down becomes Up
>Left becomes Right
>Reality quickly reasserts itself with all the speed and subtlety of book pony eating
>In a second, Cookies is on her hooves and straddling you
>"I don't know what that was, but don't worry Anon! I'll protect you!"
>She scans the room, ears rotating like radar dishes with ADD
>You shake your head to clear out the fog from the odd transition
"That felt... familiar. Are you okay Cookies?"
>Cookies nods, and then snaps her head toward the bathroom
>"Shhh! I heard something... Someone or something is in there... Sounds like more than one"

Be 'The Antagonist'
>Be staring at your crystal balls with an expectant smile
>Both your crystal balls are showing the same images as before...
>Though there are subtle differences
>The bar of soap in the bathroom is pristine and unused
>The blankets and sheets on the bed look clean and unused under Anon...
>Whereas before they were bunched up at the foot of the bed
>Your expectant smile gives birth to a broad grin
>You've done it!
>YES!
>YOUR VICTORY IS AT HAND!
>Your mouth explodes with mad laughter
>This is it!
>The multiverse is about to experience the ultimate time o-
>...
>..
>.
>Why isn't time frozen?
>Time is still moving forward...
>That can't be right
>You carefully nudge the spatial ley-line crystal off your desk...
>It falls and clangs resoundingly off the floor, bouncing a few times before rolling to a stop under your bed
>No...
>No
>Wrong
>It isn't supposed to do that!
>It could only do that if time isn't frozen!
>That can't be!
>Your calculations were flawless!
>There must be some mistake in the multiverse, not your calculations!
>Your eyes dart to the crystal balls
>...
>..
>.
>That's it!
>If only you could have pulled this spell off when the Anons first appeared!
>By now, they've experienced too many different things!
>They are no longer the same person...
>Before, they were the same person in three different universes...
>But now...
>They are different versions of the same person
>Different
>It's no longer enough of a paradox for them to coexist in the same universe!
>NO
>WRONG
>BAD MULTIVERSE!
>[Angry mad scientist noises]
>NO
>No
>no...
>You take a deep breath
>There may have been a little...
>...speed bump in your plan...
>...but you can still turn this around
>It isn't over yet!
>Not until the lady with a good personality sings!
>If you can get them all into the same mindset...
>...Then they might be similar enough to trigger a paradox!
>Yes!
>YES!
>That's it!
>You're a geniou-
>You're interrupted by a knocking at your door
>The mail-slot flips open and a familiar pair of eyes peek through
>"Is everything alright sourpuss? The tenants were complaining that someone was screaming in here"
>Glaring at her, you move towards the door to block her view of the room
"I'm quite fine! Go away!"
>Brick House's eyes disappear as the mail slot closes
>"Alright... I noticed you weren't at breakfast, so I brought some up for you! I made it myself, I hope you enjoy! Just leave the dish out in the hall and I'll collect it later"
>You scowl at the door
"Begone from this place!"
>The mare giggles behind the door
>"Dr... Ass, you can be so.... /forceful/!"
>Your scowl deepens
"NOW!"
>A clattering of hooves behind the door almost drown out Brick House's hurried apology and farewell
>You sigh in relief
>She could be so distracting
>Even when she wasn't directly around...
>She may be an earth pony, but there must be some magic she's using to distract you from your vital work
>Maybe vile earth pony voodoo...?
>You shake your head
>Whatever it is, it doesn't matter
>She can't stop you!
>No one can!
>You focus back at your crystal balls and smile
>It's only a matter of time...
>Now then... How can you make them share the same thoughts?
>...
>..
>.
>YES
>PERFECT!
>Your triumphant laughter rings out again as you hurry to your desk
>You have plans to set in place and people to see
>It's only a matter of time before the ultimate time out!

Be Cookies n Cream
>Be protecting your Anon
>Because you'd accept any boo boo before letting harm come to him
>You can feel your hair standing on end and your tail is swishing
>The intruders in the bathroom are rattling the handle
>Your lungs stop working as the doorknob is slowly turned and the door is cracked open...
>...Five eyes and one eyepatch peer out around the edge of the doorway
>!
>So that's what your intruders are!
>A breezie, pink and blue...
>A pony of some kind, black and blue...
>A huma-!
>A HUMAN!
>LIKE ANON!
>WHAT?
>Anon wriggles under you
>"What's going on? Cookies, I can't see anything!"
>The intruders spot you and the breezie floats toward you threateningly
>She's wearing a very tiny inmate uniform?
>You've never seen her before
>"What. the. FUCK. are. you. doing. in. Anon's. room.?!"
>A level four cuss!
>You must protect Anon!
>He has delicate ears!
"Anon, don't listen! LALALALALALA!"
>You glare dangerously at the little inmate
"I'm here because I'm his personal guard, of course! I'll make sure you lose pudding privileges for this, I'll see to that personally! What's your name, inmate?"
>The breezie sticks her tongue out at you
>"Wouldn't. you. like. to. know.?"
>Your growling response is cut short by the other two intruders walking into the bedroom
>So the pony is a pegasus, and the human-
>Wait
>What
>WHAT
>WHAT?
>Your brain still can’t comprehend what’s going on
"Anon? What are you doing over there?"
>Anon wriggles under you again
>"What? I'm right here"
>The... doppelganger Anon tilts his head
>"I have a personal guard now? Neat... This is my room, why shouldn't I be over here?"
>You blink a few times just to make sure what you're seeing is real
>The pegasus trots forward and flaps onto the bed
>"What be that lump yer standing on?"
>Anon wriggles again
>"Cookies, I wanna see what's happening! If you don't get off me to let me up then I'll be forced to take drastic measures!"
>Better move
>Last time he took drastic measures, you laughed so hard that milk came out of your nose
>And you weren’t even drinking milk at the time
>Carefully keeping yourself between the intruders and Anon, you give him space to sit up
>Your Anon and the... other one... lock eyes
>The Breezie blinks in surprise, falling a few inches before remembering to stay afloat
>Meanwhile, the pegasus is swapping her eyepatch from one side to the other...
>Anon sighs, and swings his legs off the side of the bed to stand
"Careful Anon, they could be dangerous!"
>He shakes his head as he approaches the other Anon by the bathroom
>"You know I can take care of myself. Besides... It'd be nice if I could talk to another human again. Who'd want to trick us like this?"
>The other Anon tilts his head and smirks
>"Okay kids, very clever, but that's enough. You're upsetting your aunts"
>Anon stops and tilts his head
>"Kids?"
>The other Anon... the IMPOSTER ANON!... shakes his head and chuckles
>"Alright, first one to stop the joke gets an extra hug tonight before bed"
>He stares expectantly at you and your Anon
>Your Anon smiles
>"Listen... me? I don't know how you got here, but we're not some prank"
>The other Anon's smile melts
>"I know I felt the... transition... again... but I had hoped..."
>Your Anon puts his hand on the other one's shoulder
>"You have kids that got left behind?"
>The other Anon's face hardens
>"I'll find a way back to them, and the rest of my girls"
>Your Anon nods, squeezing the Other's shoulder
>"I'll do whatever I can to help. I remember losing my family once, same as you, and I don't know if I could handle it happening again"
>The Other Anon nods, gritting his teeth
>"Thanks. How are you so relaxed about this?"
>Your Anon smiles back at you
>That smile of his that could provide energy for the world for weeks if only it's power could be harnessed
>"I was lucky, I have my Cookies. As long as I have her, I'll be fine... Besides, I've been living in a magical pastel world filled with tiny talking horses. I'm used to weird. Who are these two with you?"
>The other Anon walks over to the bed and collapses down next to the pegasus, wrapping an arm around her
>Lewd
>You squash down a little pang of jealousy
>That isn't your Anon
>Your Anon is better
>The Other Anon smiles weakly as the breezie floats to a landing on his head
>"These are two of my girls. I... We formed a herd. This is Sandy Beaches the pirate pegasus, and this little bundle of fire is Vintl"
>Your Anon nods
>"Pleasure to meet you two. This beautiful mare is Cookies n Cream and I'm Anon-"
>The breezie blurts out, interrupting Anon
>"No. you're. not.! HE'S. Anon.!"
>The other Anon looks up without moving his head
>"He's Anon too"
>You smartly step to your Anon
"No! Mine's Anon one!"
>The pegasus flaps her wings and neighed
>"Nay! Our Anon is Anon one!"
>The two Anons simultaneously chuckle
>Two sets of chuckles from Anons...
>Never has the universe heard a sound so wondrous
>You and the other girls fall silent, eager to absorb every second of the beautiful sound
>The other Anon is the first to stop chuckling
>"How about this, he's Anon1 and I'm AnonA?"
>Your Anon nods his head appreciatively
>"Good thinking, me"
>AnonA nods back
>"Thanks, me"
>Both Anons chuckle again, and the world is diamonds
>Anon1 stops first this time
>"So... What's our plan?"
>AnonA shrugs
>"That depends. Are we in your world or mine?"
>Anon1 nods thoughtfully
>"That's a good question. We both felt the transition?"
>AnonA nods
"Then we should split up into two teams, figure out which... world... we're in and then meet back here just before lunchtime to compare notes"
>Both Anons turn to look at you
>Anon1 grins
>"Not a bad idea, Cookies n Cream"
>AnonA nods in agreement
>"Right, sounds like a plan. You've got good taste in women, me"
>You do your best to hide your blush
>It isn't very effective

Be Vintl
>Be out on patrol
>”This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said we should split into two groups…”
>You and Sandy nod sadly
“I. can’t. Believe. our.  AnonA. didn’t. Want. to. Go. on. Patrol. With. US!.”
>Cookies sighs and shrugs
>”This IS the first time Anon1 and AnonA have had a chance to talk to another human. It makes sense that they’d want to spend some time together…”
>Sandy pouts
>”Why can’t they spend time together with us too?”
>Cookies tilts her head
>”I don’t know… maybe they’re doing human things together
>All three of you pause to contemplate the implications of what ‘human things’ could be
>Sandy breaks the silence first
>”I bet they’re doing something tough”
>Cookies nods as the group starts walking down the hall
>”Like roughhousing or wrestling”
>You smile hopefully
”In. mud.?”
>Cookies frowns
>”Wouldn’t they get dirty?”
>You nod with a hungry grin
“Ooooh. Yeah…. Very. dirty….I. wouldn’t. Mind. helping. AnonA. shower. off...”
>Sandy looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully
>"I don't think he’d wait for us. He'd probably just ask Anon1 to scrub... his... back..."
>The group pauses to contemplate the implications again
>After a few thought filled minutes, Cookies breaks into a canter to pull ahead and hide her blush
>”L-Let’s not dally! Better pull our weight and try to learn something before we meet up with them again!”

Be ‘The Antagonist’
>Be very tired
>You worked hard and called in every favor anyone owed you…
>But by lunchtime, you’ll have all three Anons right where you want them!
>Your plans are in motion
>Nothing can stop you now!

Be AnonA
>Be on patrol with Anon1
>”It’s pretty fucking nice to talk to a goddamn human again”
>Ever since the two of you were out of earshot, he’s been cussing like a sailor with a stubbed toe
“Not that I’m not agreeing, but why are you swearing so much?”
>Anon1 grins sheepishly
>”Sorry. It’s just nice to talk to someone who doesn’t flinch every cock fucking time I swear”
>You nod
“That’s fair”
>Anon1 tilts his head
>”Doesn’t that fucking shit get to you?”
>You shake your head
“I don’t really have to deal with it. You should hear Vintl when she’s cranky”
>Anon1 chuckles
>”Neat. I wish I could swear without upsetting Cookies at all”
>You tilt your head
“She doesn’t let you swear?”
>Anon1 shrugs
>”She just doesn’t like hearing it. I don’t like upsetting her, so I censor myself”
>As the two of you turn a corner, you spot a familiar face
>The Warden
>”ANON! THERE YOU ARE!”

Be Anon
>”ANON! THERE YOU ARE!”
>Your blood turns to ice as The Warden’s voice rings out
>She found you?!
>INCONCEIVABLE!
>”Hello Warden! How are you?”
>Was… was that YOUR voice….?
>”Anon! I can’t believe it! It’s so good… to… see… you…”
>...
>”...Both of you…”
>Both?
>What?
>It’ll be risky…
>But you just /need/ to see what the hell is going on
>You carefully open the broom closet door the tiniest fraction
>The angle is a little awkward, but…
>THERE!
>You see them!
>Humans!
>Two of them!
>...And both of them are you
>What
>The Warden dances gleefully up to the two Anons
>”How can this be? Why are there two of you, Anon? What have you been up to? Which of you is the real Anon?”
>One of the Anons grins awkwardly
>”Um… Humans reproduce by budding?”
>The Warden growls
>”That isn’t funny Anon!”
>The other one offers a friendly smile
>”Sorry Warden. Humans don’t reproduce by budding… You’re just hallucinating us”
>The Warden nods thoughtfully
>”That would make more sense… But why would I be hallucinating?
>The first Anon, you’ll call him ‘Anon1’, nods
>”Because you’re feeling guilty about losing me?”
>The Warden’s voice warbles as she fights back tears 
>”T-That makes-s s-sense…”
>The other Anon, you’ll call him ’AnonA’, puts a hand on her shoulder
>”It’s okay, I forgive you”
>The Warden breaks down into tears
>”T-Thank you Anon! I’m so sorry! I never should have organized that game of hide-and-seek!”
>Ah
>So that’s it
>This is some ploy to get you out of hiding
>HA!
>That’ll never work!...
>...Although….
>You ARE curious about how she managed to recreate your image like this
>Hrm…
>Maybe it’ll be worth the risk to follow these two copies of you…
>Just to see how The Warden is pulling this off, that is
>You pull Brick-Sama and Mop-in-Bucket-chan close, careful to stay quiet
“Girls… I’m going to go check out these ‘Anons’. If I don’t make it… I love you both”
>Brick-sama remains silent, stoic in the face of fear, trusting that you’ll always come back to her and Mop-in-Bucket-chan
>Mop-in-Bucket-chan wheels herself closer to you
>”Please be safe, Anon! Don’t get caught!”
>You give them both a squeeze
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back! Trust me, I’m an Anon”
>Mop-in-Bucket-chan’s eyes sparkle lovingly
>”You’re so cool, Anon-senpai!”
>You smile, puffing up your chest proudly

Be Sandy Beaches
>Be tired of patrolling
>Because it’s boring
>Really boring
“I’m bored.”
>Cookies nods
>”We can probably take a quick break here to review what we’ve learned”
>The patrol took the group to the prison’s garden
>The perfect place to take a break
>Vintl stamps a hoof
>”We. should. Keep. going!. Anons. Are. counting. On. us.!”
>You frown at her
“Easy for you to say, you get to ride us!”
>Vintl sighs and rolls her eyes
>”Fine…. Break. Time.”
>Yay!
>Time to find a spot to sit!
>You quickly glance around
>There!
>A bench!
>With a few flaps of your wings, you’re on the bench
>Cookies chuckles and Vintl grumbles as they both make their way toward you…
>Before they join you on the bench, something catches your eye
>The glint of water!
>You haven’t had the chance to get wet at all today!
>Your wings quickly close the distance to the….
>Bird bath
>...
>Horsefeathers!
>...
>It’s still water though…
>...And you don’t want to lose your sea-legs!
>You need those!
>For pirating reasons!
>While you’re racked with indecision, Cookies wanders over to you
>”What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the birdbath?”
>Vintl hops over to Cookies’ head
>”Nah. she. Probably. Just. wants. To. take. A. dip.”
>Cookies tilts her head in confusion
>”....What?”
>Vintl shrugs
>”I. think. It’s. a. Pegasus. Thing.”
>Before you can make up your mind, a shoddily maintained white wagon quickly rumbles down the path
>Cookies’ face immediately brightens
>”Look! Free candy!”
>Your eyes dart to the cart, poring over every detail
>She’s right!
>A crayon sign in the window proudly proclaims ‘frei kandi’
>You narrow your eyes
>There is no way in tartarus…
>...That you’re letting the other two get more free candy than you!


Be Anon1
>Be sitting on ‘your’ bed
>Be waiting for the girl squad to return
>You’ve been waiting for too long
>Lunchtime is almost halfway over
>Something isn’t right…
>You don’t really know about the other two girls, but you know Cookies can handle herself
>She’s a tough girl…
>...by pony standards
>...
>Sweet tap dancing baby jesus, something has gone wrong!
>Your gaze sweeps over to AnonA
>As your eyes meet, you can see the same fears written across his face
>”I don’t like this. They should have been back here by now. 
>You nod in agreement
“You’re right, I don’t like this”
>AnonA grimaces
>”I can’t lose them too… What could have happened to them?”
>You frown
“Cookies is good at making split-second decisions. She’d have figured out a way to at least send a message if it was at all possible”
>AnonA nods
>”Sandy couldn’t bear to disappoint her ‘captain’ or ‘first mate’ or whatever she’s calling me this week… And Vintl would have found a way to come back even if she had three hooves and her wings tied up”
>You nod
“Something has happened to our girls. Maybe whoever or whatever brought us here is responsible?”
>AnonA starts to walk toward the door
>”We should see if the Anon who lived here was close to anyone. They might be targeted next”
>You start to voice your agreement to the plan, but you’re interrupted by a loud gasp from outside the room followed by the fast paced patter of running feet
>...the fast paced patter of running feet
>running feet
>feet
>Could that have been the third Anon?
>AnonA hauls the door open and darts through
>”Wait! Stop right there! Don’t make me hurt you!”
>AnonA pauses outside the doorway and begins to make odd grunting noises
>You carefully approach him, leaving the room in the process
“...You okay buddy?”
>AnonA grunts and makes a face at you
>”I’m fine… but why isn’t this working?!”
>You tilt your head
“Why isn’t what working?”
>AnonA continues to look at you with a face that is normally only seen on the third hour of constipation
>”I can’t command them!”
>You nod slowly
“Yeah… not everyone here in ponyworld will stop just because you tell them to”
>AnonA shakes his head
>”I mean the elements!”
>You begin to back away slowly
“Right. Well then. If that isn’t working, then I guess we should probably chase the guy who was spying on us?”
>AnonA frowns
>”You’re right, let’s go!”
>You both take off after the fading sound of the unknown watcher making his getaway
>After a few seconds of running, AnonA turns his head to you
>”Back in my world, I’m the avatar of the elements. I’m not crazy. Vintl and Sandy will back me up on this”
>You nod carefully
>It’s never a good idea to question crazy people’s claims to power…
>...unless you have backup
“You mean like the Avatar show on TV?”
>”Not exactly…”
“WoW shamans?”
>”...Sure, let’s go with that”
“Neat”
>”Yup”
>The conversation is cut short as the two of you round a corner and spot the mystery man
>He’s another Anon!
>Another Anon who is currently hugging a brick while a small horse cries in front of him
>AnonA quickly makes his way to the distraught pony while you corner the new Anon
“The hell is going on here?”
>The new Anon glares at the pony
>”He tried to steal one of my waifus! I saw him rummaging through my house!”
>You look around
>The only thing this hallway is connected to is other hallways…
>...and a janitor’s closet
>You point at the closet
“You live here?”
>The new Anon nods
>”Yes! I’ve heard the two of you talk! You’re also me! But I’m the first me, so I’m AnonPrime!”
>Are you the only sane Anon in the multiverse?
>...Whatever
>It isn’t worth fighting about
“Where is your… ‘waifu’?”
>AnonPrime happily holds out the brick for inspection
>”I’d like you to meet Brick-sama! Brick-sama, this is Anon1”
>You stare at the brick
>It doesn’t move
>Because it’s a brick
>AnonPrime looks at you expectantly
“...Nice to meet you, Brick-sama?”
>You gingerly touch the corner of the brick, and a little dust comes off on your fingers
>”Aw, she likes you! That makes sense, you’re me! You should meet Mop-in-Bucket-chan! She’s more talkative. Moppy, dear, where are you?”
>AnonPrime bounds his way into the closet, slamming the door behind him
>...It would appear that the answer to your earlier question is ‘yes’
>A second later, the door explodes open as AnonPrime bursts out
>”She’s gone!”
>Three Anons
>Each with missing girls…
>...or cleaning implements, as the case may be
>AnonA waves you over
>”I think this guy might know something! He’s the one who was trying to steal your brick, right?”
>AnonPrime glares at AnonA
>”She has a name, you racist ass!”
>AnonPrime quickly lowers his head to look at the brick
>”Sorry for cussing, dear”
>You step over to the pony by AnonA
>The stallion glares defiantly at you, tears in his eyes and snot threatening to run over his lip
>”I’m not telling you anything! He’s a meany head and you look like him!”
>AnonA cracks his knuckles and the pony goes white with shock and fear
>”Oh… You’ll talk. You’ll talk because you haven’t yet begun to see how much of a meany head I am”
>You look over at AnonA in surprise
>He winks back at you
>....oh!
>You turn back to the stallion, holding an arm out in front of AnonA as AnonPrime peers over your shoulder
“Hey, I want to be your friend… But I’m also friends with AnonA here. AnonA and I have been friends for a very long time, but even I can’t keep him from being a bully forever. If you just tell us what we need to know, he’ll be a buddy and not a bully… to you. We’ll go somewhere else and he’ll take out his lack of hugs in early childhood on someone else”
>The stallion purses his lips and shakes his head
>You sigh and let your arm droop
>AnonA grins evilly and steps forward and looms over the quivering pony
>”You’re mine, meat”
>He made a point to show off his canines, not bad
>The stallion whimpers but doesn’t talk
>AnonA’s grin expands
>”Still not talking? Good…”
>He reaches forward and pushes his left hand against the stallion’s chest, holding him securely in place
>AnonA’s calcified grin creaks wider as he reaches forward with his right hand, finger extended…
>The stallion squirms but can’t escape as the digit approaches
>You raise your arm again at the last second and smile warmly at the pony
“Last chance before I let my friend do his thing. You sure you don’t want to talk?”
>The stallion screws his eyes shut and nods his head, lips pursed tighter than ever
>Your arm drops and AnonA resumes his inevitable approach
>Slowly, ever so slowly, AnonA’s finger gets nearer to the pony’s head until…
>...Like a butterfly’s kiss, he pokes at the tips of the soft hair growing from the pony’s ear
>Instantly, the pony reacts by swinging his head away from the probing finger…
>But AnonA doesn’t let up, and continues his tickly assault on the downy fur
>The stallion’s ear folds back as he tries desperately to avoid the digit
>To no avail
>AnonA is unstoppable in his delicate assault
>The stallion whimpers, the sound slowly building into a desperate plea for AnonA to stop
>You sigh sadly
“He’ll only stop when we know what we need to know”
>The stallion kicks and bucks but can’t get loose
>After a full minute of the torturous tickle, he shudders explosively
>”Stop, stop! Please stop! I’ll talk! This isn’t worth twelve bits an hour!”
>Ah
>A henchman…
>...er…
>Henchpony
>You and the other Anons smile

Be AnonPrime
>”I swear, that’s all I know! Please, you have to believe me!”
>Anon1 gives the frightened creature a reassuring, fatherly smile
>”It’s okay, I believe you…”
>AnonA shoulders his way past him briskly
>”But I don’t!”
>The stallion goes rigid, trembling slightly
>”Gaah! No! Please! I’m sorry! I never should have tried to steal your brick!”
>You glare at him
“That’s ‘Her ladyship Brick-Sama’ to you!”
>The stallion gulps and nods
>Anon1 sighs and motions for an Anon huddle
>”I think he’s telling the truth. We’ve gotten all we can out of him”
>AnonA nods, and peers out of the huddle to glare at the pony
>”Yeah… he’s finished. I can’t believe we could only get an address out of him”
>Anon1 nods
>”A name and an address, but yeah… Well, I say we let him go and then go storm the place”
>AnonA grins
>”Let’s wreck that place like Twilight at a buffet!”
>You nod
“Or like RD at a weather station dealing with deep emotional issues brought up by the intense fear of abandonment that was planted in her psyche at an early age!”
>The other Anons nod
>”Right!”
>Anon1 tilts his head toward the stallion
>”What’re we gonna do about him? Can’t risk him telling on us and spoiling our element of surprise”
>You grin
“I bet Mr. Rope won’t mind babysitting him for us!”
>AnonA raises an eyebrow
>”Mr. Rope?”
>You nod enthusiastically
“Yeah! I’ll be right back!”
>Before the other Anons can react, you dive into your home to find Mr. Rope
>....There he is!
>Curled up all comfy-cozy in the corner, like usual
“Hello Mr. Rope! Good news, I’ve got a buddy for you to play with!”
>”...”
>You chuckle
“Oh Mr. Rope, you’re so excited! Let me introduce you to him!”
>You scoop up Mr. Rope and step out of your home, proudly displaying him to the other Anons
>AnonA grins at you and Mr. Rope, and then at the pony
>”Well, look at this… Looks like you’re about to get an extra long hug from the friendly ‘Mr. Rope’”
>Anon1 nods
>”Don’t take too long tying him up, we need to get moving!”
>He’s right…
>The three of you really need to move
>...
>It may be time…
>... To unleash your power…
“Gentlemen, my brother Anons…”
>They both look at you, a single eyebrow raised on both of their faces
“I have just what we need to travel quickly. Wait here”
>You once again dash into your spacious home
>...There!
>Just where you left them…
>Your secret weapons…
>Ultra-Super-Enhanced-Special-Mobile-Saiyan-Pizza-Robot-Battle-Mech-Suits!
>Luckily, you made yourself three prototypes...
>Just enough for each Anon!
>You push the first two out of the door and quickly don the third, the True-Warfare-Battlesuit
>With a grin, you snap the final strap in place
>The three of you will be practically invincible 

Be AnonA
>Be finishing tying up the stallion
>...huh?
>What was that noise…?
>You look over to see Anon1, eyebrow raised, looking toward the closet
>Following his gaze, you see…
>...What…?
>What exactly are you looking at, anyway?
>...Two big, wheel-bottomed janitor’s buckets filled with cardboard
>You shift your gaze back to Anon1
“The hell are those?”
>Anon1 shrugs
>”Not a clue, AnonPrime just shoved them out of the… what. No. You can’t be serious”
>You look back toward the closet just in time to see AnonPrime coming to a stop, decked out in red and blue cardboard and standing in a rolling bucket
“Oh no…”
>AnonPrime grins
>”Oh yes. These are my Ultra-Super-Enhanced-Special-Mobile-Saiyan-Pizza-Robot-Battle-Mech-Suits! Quickly brothers, get into a suit and let us engage in jolly co-operation! For our Waifus!”
>Anon1 facepalms and sighs
>”How exactly are these supposed to help us?”
>AnonPrime sags in instant depression
>”But… But I worked so hard on them!”
>....damn
>You hate seeing yourself sad
“Hey Anon1… Look at it this way: The ponies of this world are likely to take it seriously. Besides, we’re headed downtown and this prison is on top of a hill”
>Anon1 tilts his head
>”What does that have to do with anything?”
>You point toward the bottom of AnonPrime’s suit
“These things are on wheels”
>AnonPrime beams at you
>”Thank you for your astute observations!...How do you know what the outside world is like?” 
>Anon1 sighs
>”Fine, I’ll put it on… but how do you expect to get from here to the door in that outfit?”
>AnonPrime reaches back into the closet’s doorway
>”With these! Push brooms!... Now, about how you know what outside the prison looks like...”
>Anon1 sighs again
>”Alright, alright…I’ll get in one”
>You nod
“Excellent, let’s get moving the-”
>”Hello again Anon hallucinations!”
>Well
>Shit
>The Warden
>...Balancing a tray of something on her back?
>”I still felt bad, so I decided to bring you all...cookies… and…. What are you doing with all that? Why is one of you a robot?”
>AnonPrime bristles and puffs out his chest
>”We’re leaving to go save our waifus!”
>The Warden frowns
>”But I can’t let you leave! Especially not with all that stuff!”
>Anon1 holds out his hands
>”Please, allow me, I’ve learned how to talk to her…”
>He takes a few steps towards The Warden
>”Warden… Can we please leave? Pretty please? We promise to come back!”
>The Warden’s frown deepens
>”I’m not so sure…”
>Anon1 kneels down next to her, struggling to reach eye level
>”Pwetty pwetty pwease? It’s really important”
>The Warden takes a deep, steadying breath…
>”...Well…Alright… but only because you promised to come back and it’s important!”
>AnonPrime’s jaw drops
>”It’s seriously that easy!?”
>Anon1 darts his head around to shush AnonPrime before giving The Warden a thankful look
>”Thank you so much, Warden! You’re the best! You won’t regret this!”
>AnonPrime shrugs and gestures towards the other ‘battlesuits’
>”Whatever. Both of you hurry up and get into your battlesuits!”
>After several minutes of struggle, you and Anon1 manage to get into the cardboard armor
>You got the shitty looking yellow one
>Once you’re both completely dressed, AnonPrime smiles with a mouth full of cookie
>As he swallows, he rolls himself over to you and Anon1 and hands each of you a push broom
>”Anonbots…”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmVnhQvMV6U
>”...Roll out! To victory!”

Be Anon1
>Be rolling down a hill in a cardboard suit duct-taped to a bucket with wheels on it
>Mommanon would be so proud
>You don’t even have a helmet
>...
>You’re going to die
>This is it
>Sorry, Cookies…
>There is just no way you’re surviving this
>You risk opening your eyes to see AnonPrime proudly standing in his bucket, Broom held forward
>If he didn’t look like such a fucking idiot, it’d be majestic as fuck
>You watch in horror as AnonPrime turns around
>”Where are we headed?”
>You can barely hear him over the whistling wind blowing past your face
“We need to pass a street, and then turn right! It’ll be three more blocks after that and then we’re there!”
>AnonPrime nods and turns around again
>He’s still standing
>”Forward! It’s practically next door to the prison! FORWARD!”
>With AnonPrime’s mad laughter ringing in your ears, the three of you blow past the first street
>A few ponies scream in your wake
>Something about a robot invasion
>You can’t really pay attention
>You’re too focused on the street ahead of you
>There is no way the three of you will make this turn
>AnonA waves his broom to draw your attention
>”We’re going too fast!”
>You nod frantically
>”I know!”
>AnonPrime laughs loudly
>That asshole is still standing in his bucket
>”Follow my lead, my brothers! Forward to VICTORY!”
>AnonA shrugs 
>”He’s saying ‘forward’ a lot!”
>you nod, shouting over the wind
“I know! What the hell is he thinking?”
>AnonA shrugs back again, and then points worryingly at AnonPrime
>AnonPrime finally stopped standing…
>He’s crouching
>With his broom held out horizontally on his right
>”Come on brothers! Follow my lead! To Victory!”
>You cautiously and shakily mimic his posture
“The hell are you thinki-AW HELL NAW”
>There’s a light post on the edge of the sidewalk
>At this angle, the brooms will collide with it!
>He’s planning on taking the turn by using the post and the brooms!
>You gulp
>There’s no time to think
>AnonPrime is already at the post!
>”YEEEEEHAAaaaaahahahaha! To Victory!”
>You grit your teeth and do your best to hold on as you come to the turn
>The broom shudders in your grasp, and the wheels on your bucket squeal in protest…!
>...But you’re able to hold on and make the turn!
>You sink back down into the bucket, relieved
>”Hey!”
>You risk a glance back at AnonA
>His bucket got turned around during the turn, forcing him to crane his neck to look where he’s going
“What?”
>”We have to go back!”
”WHY?!”
>”My stomach is still going down that street!”
>You hunker down 
“We’ll get you a new one!”
>”But I /liked/ the old one!”
>AnonPrime starts laughing like an asshole
>”We’re almost there! Look ahead! I can see the sign for the apartment complex!”
>He’s right
>You were too busy panicking to notice that the three of you had already passed two blocks
>AnonA’s bucket catches up to yours and AnonA smiles weakly at you
>”Oh yay. We’ve almost stopped, too”
>He’s right
>The buckets were definitely slowing down…
>But not enough
>Never enough
>’Stopped’ would be too fast
>AnonPrime’s laughter dies down and he jabs his broom toward the building
>”I’m coming for you, Mop-in-Bucket-Chan! I’m coming! TO VICTORY!”
>You really wish he’d stop saying that

Be ‘The Antagonist’
>Be very very annoyed
>Between the girls and your henchponies, you’re losing your marbles
>”Sorry again for dropping your collection, boss…”
>”I think one of the captives is hiding some”
>The Breezie indignantly glares at the offending henchpony, her cheeks puffed out suspiciously
>You sigh
>This was supposed to be your moment!
>Your moment of victory!
>The pegasus captive flaps her wings noisily
>”Yar! I demand more chocolate doubloons if ye want to buy my silence for another five minutes!”
>These girls are going to eat you into bankruptcy if the universe doesn’t stop soon
“Do you think candy grows on trees?! Silence!”
>Rubbing your temples, you try to focus on the crystal ball on your desk to check on the Anons
>Why didn’t abducting their girls work?
>They’re all in the same mental state, it should have caused the universe to stop!
>Where did your calculations go wrong?
>You’ve got three angry humans racing for your hideout, and no idea how to stop them…
>It’s all that idiot’s fault!
>If only that henchpony hadn’t blabbed…
>There’s no way in tartarus he’s ever getting a reference out of you
>You /knew/ you should’ve looked harder for henchponies than you did…
>You silently promise yourself that next time you’ll do more than a wanted ad in the paper as the Anons come into focus on your crystal ball…
>...That street they’re on looks familiar…
>...and…
>They’re robots now?!
>What?!
>How’d /THAT/ happen?!

Be Cookies n Cream
>Be bored
>Also be the only one who can talk
>Vintl’s mouth is full of marbles
>Sandy’s mouth is full of chocolate
>Your tummy growls unhappily, but you ignore it
>You already had too much candy
>Trying to distract yourself, you look around the cell your captor put you all in
>It’s still empty
>Except for you, Sandy, Vintl, and a mop in a bucket with wheels on the bottom
>Sandy’s noisy eating draws your eyes to the growing pile of empty candy wrappers, and the rapidly shrinking pile of remaining candy
>Those treats sure look good….
>NO!
>No!
>No
>You don’t want to get fat
>If you get too much pudge, Anon might not want to snuggle as much…
>...Stay strong….
>Don’t focus on the caramel and chewy chocolate slices of heaven…
>You shake your head to clear the visions of cascading sugar and take a few steps toward the bucket and mop
>Maybe you can distract yourself with them somehow, or use them to escape…
>As you draw nearer to the cleaning tools you hear an organic squeak, just barely audible
>You stop and tilt your head, trying to discern where the sound originated
>From… the bucket?
>Frowning, you take a few more steps toward the cleaning tools....
>Only to have them scooch away from you?
>What?
>This must be investigated!
>As you resume your advance, a thought hits you
>What if it’s a ghost?
>A ghost that has possessed the mop and bucket!
>You shake your head
>That’s as likely as finding a wand that shoots fire
>There must be an explanation for this that isn’t supernatural
>Besides, you’re the toughest guard pony there is
>You’re the only one who could be trusted with the rehabilitation and guarding of Anon
>As you steadily march toward the bucket, it continues it’s steady retreat
>But it’s running out of room
>You smile as it bumps into the bars of your cell
>”Eeep!”
>...
>Did that bucket just ‘eep’?
>You smile and close in on the bucket
>Peering in, all you can see is mop
“Hello? Is someone in there?”
>You wait a few seconds but without any response
>You glance over toward Vintl to see her staring at you, a wee eyebrow raised in confusion
>Feeling silly, you sit next to the bucket
>Maybe it was all your imagination?
>...
>No
>It couldn’t have been
>Standing, you reach out and knock the mop out of the bucket
>After a second passes, a mottled brown unicorn mare peers out over the rim of the bucket
>”H-Hi… You found me…”
>She wipes her unkempt green mane out of her eyes and smiles nervously
>You stare at her in confusion
>She stares back hopefully
>...
>..
>.
“...Who are you?”
>The mare carefully steps out of the bucket, magically replacing the mop
>”I’m Scrufferina, but Anon calls me ‘Mop-in-Bucket-Chan’. I was the prison’s janitor… Until the hide-and-seek competition”
>She turns to wave awkwardly at Vintl and Sandy, revealing a blank flank
>”Hello girls, you’re Vintl and you’re Sandy, right? Sorry, I couldn’t really see you while I was in there”
>Marbles ping off the floor as Vintl’s jaw drops
>”Where. The. Fuck. did. You. come. From.?”
>Sandy waves back and offers Scrufferina a chocolate coin, mouth too full to properly return the greeting
>Scrufferina grimaces a little at the cuss
>”I was hiding in the bucket”
>You gently poke her flank and tilt your head
“Why don’t you have a cutie mark? Did it just never happen for you? I’m so sorry!”
>Scrufferina smiles and shakes her head
>”I have my cutie mark! It’s a hiding pony!”
>You frown
“But there’s nothing there!”
>Scrufferina’s smile turns wry
>”It wouldn’t be a very good hiding pony if you could see it”
>...
>True
>Annoying
>But true
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Scrufferina”
>She nods back at you
>”It’s a pleasure to meet all of you too. I mean, I’ve already met you, but it’s nice to actually introduce myself”
>One of the henchponies points toward the cell excitedly
>”Sir! Mr. Doom  Ass! There’s some of your missing marbles!” 

Be AnonA
>You’re on the verge of rescuing your girls!
>...Just as soon as you have the strength to walk again
>Anon1 stumbles out of his bucket, sinking to the ground in relief
>”Thank god that’s over…”
“Don’t you mean ‘thank Celestia that’s over’?”
>Anon1 doesn’t even look at you
>”Get out”
>AnonPrime turns and frowns
>”Come on boys, stay focused! We need to save our womenfolk!”
>You nod and struggle to your feet with Anon1 following your lead
>AnonPrime leads the charge into the building, cardboard armor rustling with every pounding step
>He doesn’t even bother kicking in the door and just plows right through it
>A pony could get a splinter from a broken wooden door
>Luckily this eventuality was considered, and the door was made out of paper mache
>You hurdle the door’s wreckage with Anon1 hot on your heels…
>AnonPrime stopped moving!
>Shit!
>You’re going to-
>!
>...
>ow…
>As you and the other Anons groan in pain and try to extract yourselves from the neat little dogpile you’d formed, you notice a mare making freaked out horse noises
>”Are you three all okay?! My gosh! That was so awful! No! Don’t move! I’ll go get the first aid kit!”
>The mare disappears in a flash of earthy red and straw yellow
>After a few seconds of effort and more cursing than was, strictly speaking, necessary, you and the other Anons are back on your feet
>AnonPrime grins sheepishly at you and Anon1
>”Sorry guys, If I took one more step then I would have kicked that poor mare in the muzzle”
>Anon1 nods and pops a crick out of his shoulder
>”No -ow- worries. Accidents happen. You okay, AnonA?”
>You nod and rub the back of your neck
“Yeah. Worst case scenario, I’ll bruise a little. I’m -”
>Your vision is blocked by a panicking horse
>”You’re /BRUISED/?! I don’t think my first aid kit can handle that!”
>Gently lowering the mare back to the ground, you tilt your head
“What kind of first aid kit can’t handle a bruise? And please don’t jump on me”
>The mare industriously opens her first aid kit and rummages inside
>”Sorry! Now don’t move! You’ll get help soon!”
>Anon1 frowns
>”We don’t have time for this”
>The mare raises her head triumphantly, lifting three large lollipops and a gigantic box of bandaids out of the remains of the first aid kit
>She wastes no time distributing the candy and liberally applying the bandaids
>AnonPrime steps toward the mare
>”Excuse me miss, we’re looking for the room belonging to Dr. Doom”
>The mare pauses in mid-bandaid-application to your knee
>”Are you here to join Doomy’s little party? Yay! I’m so glad he’s finally having friends over!... I just wish he had invited me too…”
>You lean forward inquisitively, winking at the other Anons
“Yes, we’re here for the party. Where is his room? Somehow he forgot to tell us which one was his”
>The mare gestures vaguely at the stairs
>”Second floor, third door on your right…”
>You smile appreciatively
“Thank you, miss…?”
>The mare smiles weakly
>”Brick House”
>You let your smile widen
“Thank you, Miss House. Come on /brothers/, we’ve got a party to crash”
>As you follow the other Anons up the stairs you barely catch Brick House muttering something under her breath
>”Why didn’t Doomy tell me he was friends with cool robot things?...”

Be Vintl
>Be fucking pissed off like a motherfucker
>Partly at Anon, for letting you and Sandy get separated from him
>Partly at yourself, for the same reason
>But mostly at this asshole who kidnapped you, Sandy, Cookies, and Scrufferina
>Because of him, poor Anon is probably lost and lonely!
>You could easily slip through the bars of this cell to go find him…
>But you can’t abandon Sandy
>You can’t leave her alone with a group of strangers and kidnappers
>Anon can take care of himself
>Sandy? Not so much
>Your group’s only chance is for you to strike at /just/ the right moment
>You’re the ultra-lightweight champion of the pit, you can handle a group of stallions
>They look like bitches
>Like they can’t even handle a rigorous game of patty-cake
>”Hey Vintl… Where do you think Anon is?”
>You look down and smile reassuringly
“Knowing. Him. he’s. Probably. Turning. The. prison. Upside. Down. looking. For. us.!”
>Sandy smiles and giggles softly
>”Yeah… that poor Warden…”
>Your attention is drawn away by Doom jumping away from his desk
>”Everyone! To your battlestations! They’re here!”
>...
>The stallions all stare at their leader, motionless, until one raises a hoof
>”Sir? Where are our battlestations?”
>Doom groans in frustration
>”Look! You four, guard the prisoners! You three, with me! You two, at the door NOW!”
>The stallions all rush to their posts
>Just as the two assigned to the door reach their goal, the entryway explodes out into the room
>Tiny horses scream as the plaster dust swirls and plays around the three silhouettes in the doorway
>Cookies crashes into the bars of the cell
>”Anon!”
>She’s right!
>Your Anon came for you!
>And Sandy!
>And he brought the other two Anons with hi-
>Wait, where’d that extra Anon come from?
>Doom steps forward and turns toward the four guarding your cell
>”You four, bring out the prisoners! We’re going to have such /fun/!”
>The stallions nervously, but quickly, comply with Doom’s orders
>Sandy leaves the cell first, with you riding on her head, followed by Cookies and Scrufferina
>The mottled mare shifts her weight uncomfortably, nervous about having so many eyes directed at her
>Doom laughs as the dust settles around the Anons
>”Fools! You can’t hope to defeat me! I’ve already won!”
>He stares triumphantly at the jammed doorway as the three Anons struggle to pass each other and get past the doorway
>”Come on, move your fat ass!”
>”Hey, this is your fat ass too!”
>”Your mom is a fat ass!”
>”No, /your/ mom is a fat ass!”
>”Don’t talk shit about my mom!”
>”I wasn’t talking to you!”
>...
>Anon really is his own worst enemy
>Doom’s smile slowly fades 
>”I /said/… I’ve already won!.... Already won!... WON! I. WON! Why isn’t this working?!”
>Doom growls as the Anons finally slip into the room
>”/FINE/, I suppose you /still/ aren’t synched enough… But this should fix that miscalculation!”
>Doom’s gaze darts to the henchponies guarding you and the other girls
>”Bring them here!”
>The stallions nervously close in on you and the others…
>Cookies tilts her head to look at you and winks
>You subtly nod back
>Two of the stallions close in on Cookies, sandwiching her between them
>Her smile is almost scary as she flexes the muscles in her head, flinging the tips of her ears back and brutally fwapping the guards 
>One of them topples immediately, while the other flinches hard and manages to deflect most of the blow
>Sandy takes to the air, and you swan dive off her head straight onto the head of one of the other guards
>As Sandy starts pelting a guard with empty candy wrappers, you tug hard on a single hair in your guard’s mane
>The two guards dissolve into helpless tears, and you make a fast aerial rendezvous with Sandy
>The last guard, the one who survived Cookies’ opening gambit, quickly tries to back away from the fray…
>Only to trip and fall over Scrufferina
>...He must have not seen her
>Doom screams in rage as his last guard falls
>”NO! I REFUSE TO LOSE!”

Be Anon1
>”NO! I REFUSE TO LOSE!”
>You get on one knee, arms spread wide to catch a running Cookies
>How dare that bastard lock Cookies in a playpen
“Sorry Doom, you just did”
>AnonA nods and beams as his girls embrace him
>”You were no match for our fantastic four girls”
>AnonPrime stares weakly at the mop and bucket
>”Mop-in-Bucket-chan? Aren’t you going to come over here?... I came to rescue you, aren’t you happy I’m here? Moppy? P-Please?”
>The mop and bucket remain totally passive
>AnonPrime’s fading joy is replaced by confusion as a little mare gently pokes his leg with her horn
>”E-Excuse me, A-Anon? I’m-m Mop-in-Bucket-Chan… I’ve been hiding with you in the closet ever since the game of hide-and-seek…”
>AnonPrime frowns
>”That’s… quite the story ann frankly I’m not sure I believe it… Though I do recognize your voice…”
>The mare smiles shyly at the floor
>”M-My real name is Scrufferina. Our favorite meal is pudding-and-crackers. You sleep on your back and have a scary scar on your knee from when you... er… Can I stop? Talking about it makes me feel icky”
>AnonPrime kneels down next to the nervous mare
>Her face lights up with worry and hope while she tears up over the memory of the story
>”A-Anon?...”
>AnonPrime slowly and awkwardly hugs the slightly shaking mare
>”Please don’t cry, milady. Why didn’t you tell me you were a pony sooner?”
>Scrufferina sniffles and hugs AnonPrime back
>”I was worried you wouldn’t like me… and I wanted to impress you with how well I could hide”
>Doom stamps his hoof loudly
>”Hello?! Doesn’t anyone care about what is supposed to be my glorious victory?! Why haven’t I won?”
>You look over at the angry Dr. Doom
>...What the hell is he?
>He looks like a donkey with a horn
>Asscorn?
>AnonA chuckles and shrugs, still holding his girls
>”Sure, go ahead and tell us your little evil plan before we take the time to kick your ass, ass”
>Doom scrunchies angrily
>... What looks cute on a pony /really/ doesn’t work on a donkey face
>”I was going to use you three as a catalyst for a paradox that would stop time, putting the universe in time out!”
>You frown
“Why the hell would you want to do that?”
>The Asscorn stamps his hoof again
>”This world is too cruel! It isn’t fair! The Universe must be punished with the worst punishment available! I WILL see justice done!”
>The Asscorn magically grabs the play pen that had been holding the girls and breaks it apart
>”You Anons may be immune to magic, but you can’t get through a magical barrier that’s been reinforced!”
>You open your mouth to respond, but a burst of smoke and fireworks clog the air
>Each burst of fire smells like a different color, and the smoke sounds like strawberries
>”Hello everypony! Anon! It’s a pleasure to see you again! You too, Anon! And Anon, you look great! Have you been working out? I just couldn’t resist the chance to investigate the source of all that delicious chaos going on around the city.”
>You recognize that voice
>Discord
>Great
>Just what this crazy situation needed
>As the smoke dissipates, Discord catches some of it in a glace and idly sips at it as he surveys the rest of the room
>”Ah, a Unidonkey! You’re quite the rare sight! I do so love rare chimeras like you, you’re always good for a few minutes entertainment. Let me guess, your mother was a donkey and your dad was just an ass?”
>AnonA catches your eye and winks at you
>You nod subtly
>You got his back, whatever he’s planning
>”Hey Discord, you really shouldn’t be so chummy with that guy”
>Discord’s eyes swim across his head to focus on AnonA
>”Hrm? And why is that?”
>AnonA taps the side of his head
>”That little cretin was going to kill you”
>Wha-
>oh
>OH!
>You get it!
>You nod in agreement
“That’s right, he just finished telling us about his evil plan to remove you from existence”
>Discord frowns with his eyebrows
>”Really? I find that hard to believe. Let me check, one moment”
>With a snap of his fingers, a gale of wind rushes into Doom
>Doom can’t fight the air as it inflates him like a balloon
>Discord snaps his fingers a second time and Doom repeats the reveal of his plan verbatim
>Once he finishes, Discord’s frown deepens
>”Anon, Flutterwhatever says it’s bad to lie. That’s why I always make what I say truth. Lying really is bad for your health.”
>With a poof, a thermometer appears in AnonA’s mouth
>Which is better than the alternative
>Ignoring the implications of those statements, AnonA shakes his head and spits out the thermometer
>”You’ve got to pay attention to what he said. He wanted to stop time. Nothing would ever happen again. Nothing /could/ ever happen again”
>Discord shrugs
>”I’m sure it’s nothing personal against me though”
>You shake your head
“No… this specifically targets you. Without anything happening, the universe would be in perfect order. Nothing would change”
>Discord laughs
>”Clever boys, but I’m sure purplewhatsit would fix things eventually. These things tend to work themselves out”
>AnonA sighs
>”You’re not getting it, are you? By definition, chaos and discord can’t coexist with perfect order. Purplefatsit may solve things eventually, but you’d still be dead”
>You nod
“It’d only take a few seconds of perfect order, a few minutes at most. Even if you’re lucky and survive, who knows what experiencing perfect order would do to a being borne out of chaos”
>Discord rubs his chin, holding it in his left hand while his right gently strokes
>”Hrm… I /suppose/ you have a point, but I promised not to do the whole ‘supervillain’ thing anymore, even if I really want to”
>AnonPrime smiles
>”You wouldn’t have to be evil. Just make sure he’s given over to the proper authorities”
>That’s…
>Less than optimal
>You would have prefered a little vigilante wet willy-ing after the stunts Doom pulled
>Discord’s smile wraps around his head and squeezes
>”I know /just/ the authority!”
>Discord snaps his fingers, and a second blast of multi-flavored smoke fills the room
>When the smoke finally clears, you spot a new donkey mare in the room
>She blinks and looks around in confusion
>”Where… where am I? This place is filthy!”
>Her gaze settles on Doom
>”Smart? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?”
>Doom groans and glares at Discord
>”My MOM?! Really?!”
>The mare frowns
>”Don’t raise your voice indoors OR at multidimensional superbeings. I raised you better than that, Smart”
>Doom gives his mother an exasperated look
>”Mom, please, you know I changed my name!”
>The mare sighs
>”Yes, but ‘Doom’ is just so… negative”
>Doom pouts
>”It’s supposed to strike fear in the hearts of my enemies”
>Doom’s mom frowns
>” Your new name just strikes sadness into the hearts of your relatives, but I guess that doesn’t matter to you. You were named after your uncle and late grandfather, who were both fine upstanding donkeys”
>You frown
“I’m sorry for your loss, ma’am”
>The mare turns to you in complete confusion
>”What? Oh, he’ll turn up eventually. I swear, I’ll never understand why reading clocks is so difficult for such a smart stallion”
>Movement at the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you turn to see Brick House in the doorway
>”H-Hello? Sorry, but some of the other tenants were complaining about the noise and so-”
>Doom’s mother’s face lights up as she spots the mare, and she hurries over
>”Are you miss House? My little Assy has told me so much about you!”
>Brick’s expression could light all of canterlot for a year
>”Really?!”
>Doom’s mom nods and winks
>”Really. I’m so happy he’s finally got a /friend/ of the female persuasion. I was starting to worry that I’d never be a grandmother”
>Doom’s magical barrier dissipates and broken playpen parts clatter to the ground as his concentration is fully shattered
>”MOTHER!”
>You smirk over at Discord...
>Just in time to see that cocky bastard pull a bag of freshly popped popcorn out of a dresser
“Not bad. He should get a real trial, though. He’s a danger to… everything, really.”
>Discord shakes his head, choking on his popcorn as he chortles
>”Not anymore, I’ll be keeping a /personal/ eye on him”
>You chuckle
“I hope you don’t mean that literally”
>Discord rolls his eyes
>...Which is much more gross than it sounds...
>”Oh please, even I can be subtle sometimes! Anyway, I’ll be sending you home now”
>AnonA blinks
>“Wait, what?”
>Discord raises his hand, preparing to snap his fingers
>”Can’t risk letting his little plan working after all. I need to separate you Anons. Ta-ta! I’ll be sure to visit you all every now and then”
>The last thing you experience before the dimensional transition hits is Doom’s mom showing a binder to Brick House
>”...And here he is when he was two, while he was still small enough to bathe in the sink...”


Be AnonA
>Be in your bathroom
>You’re still in your cardboard armor
>After a second of rustling, Vintl claws her way out through the neck hole
>”The. Fuck. just. Happened.?”
>Sandy idly clacks her hoof against the tiled floor
>”Are we home now?”
>You shrug
“I think we’re home… Only one way to be sure”
>You take a few strides to the door and pull it open without warning
>A pile of changelings all tumble into the room, along with Spinny and Feygl
>Amber and Libele catch each other, preventing them from turning the pile of changelings into a short stack of bugpony pancakes
>Happy’s expression brightens and she raises from her reclined position on the bed
>”There you are! I… we… were starting to really get worried. You three had been in there so long, and were so quiet… Why are you a cyborg now? How are you a cyborg? Don’t you know it’s dangerous to undergo extensive body-modifications like that?!”
>You smile, relief flooding your system
>Your girls, your brood, they’re all here!
>This is home!
>Dennis, who somehow managed to land on the top of the pile, wiggles his limbs at you excitedly
>”Does this mean I’m a robot too?”
>His chitin turns chrome and his wings change from bug-like to something resembling plexiglass as his horn starts to glow and leave trails like a bike from Tron
>A few changelings manage to untangle themselves from the pile and copy their brother’s transformation
>”Cool! Swarm-bots!”
>”vrooosh! Vrooosh! Cool!”
>”Hey, no fair, I wanted to glow that color!”
>”We can share the color!”
>Vintl swan dives off the cardboard armor and does a few somersaults to land on Dennis’ chest
>”I. Missed. You. squirts.!”
>Sandy flap hops over to Spinny and helps her up
>”So much happened! I can’t wait to tell you all about it! First we-”
>Spinny snaps out a hoof to cover Sandy’s mouth
>”Not in front of the brood!”
>You chuckle and kneel down, arms spreading wide to hug as many bodies as possible
>It’s damn good to be home

Be Anon1
>Be lying in bed
>With Cookies on top of you
>She looks around in confusion
>”What the…? We’re back?”
>You shrug and smile
“I think so, but it doesn’t really matter to me as long as I’ve got you”
>You give Cookies a tight hug, squishing her tight against you
>Through her blush at the sudden affection she manages to scrunchie
>”Anon! I care! My family and stuff are both in our home world!”
>You grin sheepishly and loosen your grip
“Oh, yeah, right, sorry”
>A soft knocking draws your attention to the door
“Yes? Hello?”
>The door opens a crack, and The Warden pokes her head through
>”Sorry to interrupt, but you’ve been here for a while and I was just wondering when you two were heading ho- OH MY GOSH! I’M SORRY!”
>Her arm snaps up to cover her eyes as her face turns a florescent pink
>You can feel Cookies’ temperature rising as she blushes too
>”W-Warden! Close the door!”
>The Warden hops into the room, and slams the door
>Cookies’ blush intensifies
>”I meant with you on the outside!”
>The Warden’s arm lowers /just/ enough for her to peek out and look at you and Cookies
>”Oh! Right! Sorry!”
>She moves her free arm to open the door and quietly steps through, craning her neck to peek for as long as possible
>Cookies lets out an embarrassed laugh as the door latch clicks closed
>”So, er… Anon1, er, I mean, Anon. Just Anon… w-we should get going, er…”
>D’aww, she’s so flustered!
>You crane your neck…
>”Anon, what are y-”
>...and boop her nose with yours
>”--!”
>You smile as her eyes glaze over for a few seconds
>She’s never gotten used to that little maneuver
“Let me up. There’s something I’ve got to do for you before we can leave…”

Be AnonPrime
>Be in your closet
>With your Brick-sama and mop-in-bucket-chan…
>er…
>Your Scrufferina…
>That’s going to take some getting used to
>You aren’t used to being in such a confined space with someone who is so obviously female
>usually they avoid that kind of situation at any cost
>Like that time in third grade when Suzie climbed out the classroom window
“So…”
>Scrufferina tries to smile hopefully, but only manages a nervous grimace
>”Yeah…”
>...
>..
>.
“...so… Want me to read you a story while we eat cereal?”
>Scrufferina really pushes herself and manages an actual smile
>”...I’d like that…”
>You smile back self-consciously
>You don’t break eye contact as you reach for the book
>A thought strikes you as you touch the cover
“Oh! Crap! Wait! There’s something I gotta do! Er… is that okay?”
>Scrufferina tilts her head 
>”Yes? What is it?”

Be AnonA
>Be unable to breath
>Be happier than you have ever been, possibly
>After a brief explanation of the day’s adventure, your family had 
>Libele underneath, Sandy on top, Spinny on your right, Amber on your left, Happy on your legs, Vintl on your head, and Feygl’s wing covering the whole pile
>And chrome-colored techno bugs taking up every other available square inch
>It is so damn good to be home…
>This is so comfy… you could just fall asleep here surrounded by people who adore you
>...or pass out from lack of oxygen
>meh, six of one, half a dozen of the other
>Your sluggish synapses spark and a recent memory hits you
“Mphtblit!”
>You feel Happy’s head raise off your leg
>”Everyone, make some room for Anon!”
>As the bodies shift, you gulp fresh air
“Everyone off for a minute! I made a promise with myself that I have to keep!”
>Libele rests a hand on your forehead, nearly dislodging Vintl who seemed to be insisting on maintaining her death grip on your face
>”I think we over did it?”
>You shake your head, and Vintl rides it out
“I mean the other Anons! Everyone off! I’ve got to stand!”
>A few minutes later and you’re standing in front of a very expectant crowd on your bed
>Dennis tilts his head and his horn wheezes
>He just can’t get it to make a ‘vroo’ sound like his siblings
>”What’re you gonna do, daddy?”
>You smile
“Me and the other Anons had a little chat while we were getting into that…. ‘Armor’. This was supposed to be a three way-”
>[Horse giggles]
>”-SONG! We were going to sing this together for the girls who were with us in that other world, but I was planning on singing it again so that you all could hear it”
>You clear your throat and your family murmurs in excitement
>”Daddy’s gonna sing?!”


Be Discord
>Be in your home, between dimensions
>There’s so many, many infinite universes out there…
>And only one of you to fill them all…
>But you can spare a few minutes
>You sip your chocolate milk and smile as you will three images to appear
>Anon1, AnonA, and AnonPrime all stand in front of you
>While the rest of the universes, those plebeians, may be content with only hearing one Anon sing…
>You’d get the real experience
>You lean back in your recliner and close your eyes as the Anons’ intentions to sing forces the fabric of reality to create music
>After a few seconds, their voices sing out in perfect harmony
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ