[SFW] Anonymous the Mr. Wolf - Chapter 2 - Following the tracks


                                            >Next day in Canterlot High.

                                            >Physical Education.

                                            >You are Rainbow Dash, queen of the tracking field and captain of every sports team in the school.

                                            >You are stretching your body, ready for another day of giving everybody dust.

                                            >Sunset comes close to you.

                                            >"Hey Rainbow."

                                            "Sup Sunset? Ready to try beating me again?"

                                            >"Nah, I know I will lose already. I just wanted to point out that anon is here."

                                            "Huh?"

                                            >There he is, scratching his bum.

                                            >Wow, is he really a (technically) underage man? Even in sports clothes, he looks like a sasquatch.

                                            >He must be heavy then. That gives you an idea.

                                            >You walk up to him. For some reason, every step makes you lose confidence.

                                            >When you are in front of him, you are very wary of his presence.

                                            >"... Can I help you?"

                                            "Yeah, well... I need a partner to run. Gotta push it to the limit, you know?"

                                            >"So?"

                                            "So come help me. You are the new boy, so if you hang with the most awesome girl in the school, you will be popular enough to be in peace. Sounds good?"

                                            >"Are your legs as fast as your ego?"

                                            "Much more, and then some."

                                            >"Alright, let's go."

                                            >Both go to the starting line, and you take position. He only stands still.

                                            "If you don't assume position, I will win faster."

                                            >"Go ahead then."

                                            "As you wish."

                                            >Bulk Biceps rises his arm, and signs the start.

                                            >You quickly take the lead, he only jogs behind you.

                                            "Really? Come on, at least bother to run."

                                            >He rolls his eyes, and the next step he covers terrain.

                                            >You run faster, hoping to just left him behind, but you notice something: you can still hear his steps.

                                            >When you turn to see him, you jump out aside the track screaming, while he finishes the lap.

                                            >Everybody checks on you, even him.

                                            >"Hey, are you ok?"

                                            "Ahh.... AHHHH! Cramp! Yep! I had a cramp! Oow!"

                                            >You are faking it. You hope he ignores you. Whatever was following you before, it couldn't be him! It was a monster!

                                            >Fate doesn't listen to you, so he carries you to the infirmary.

                                            >Nurse Redheart checks on you. She says you probably caught wind, but you are still shaking.

                                            >You are left to rest. Some time later, Sunset comes in.

                                            >"Rainbow Dash, are you ok?"

                                            "Not really."

                                            >"What happened?"

                                            "So I challenged the new guy to a small track lap, but..."

                                            >You start to shake up.

                                            "... I don't want to talk about it."

                                            >Sunset is having thoughs for a moment, then she grabs your arm while holding her gem.

                                            "No, Sunset!"

                                            >You manage to yank it off, but is too late, Sunset was tearing up.

                                            "Oh no.. Sunset!"

                                            >"What was that? What the Tartarus was following you?!"

                                            "I-I don't know! I just saw it behind me!"

                                            >"Was that anon?! But he isn't a bit similar to... THAT!"

                                            "But I saw it. He was that monster!"

                                            >Both hug each other. Anonymous is hiding something.


                                            >At lunchtime, you two share your findings with your friends.

                                            >They have very worrying looks.

                                            AJ: "But couldn't you try to see more?"

                                            SS: "I'm serious, he was just jogging behind Rainbow, he didn't changed at all!"

                                            RD: "I know what I saw, he was a monster!"

                                            TS: "But that doesn't make any sense!"

                                            SS: "I saw Rainbow's memories. He was something else, anything but human!"

                                            RY: "But isn't your imagination? You probably though it was something else."

                                            PP: "Yes, his hair is big and can be spoooooooky."

                                            FS: "Everybody quiet! You can't talk badly about Anonymous without any evidence!"

                                            >Everybody looks at Fluttershy.

                                            RD: "You are the one who was scared first."

                                            FS: "I know... but talking behind his back is rude!"

                                            SS: "Why?"

                                            FS: "Because... because..."

                                            >Rarity touches Fluttershy's shoulders.

                                            RY: "Is alright dear, Anonymous hides something, and looks like it may be dangerous. We only need to take care of this situation with finesse."

                                            AJ: "Fine miss expert, what's your idea?"

                                            RY: Well, my club has vacants left. I can pull a few strings so he can help us today. Just leave it to me.

                                            >Nobody is truly sold in Rarity's idea, but is the best they have, so they agree.

                                            >After the discussion, nobody talked much, and everybody finishes their meal, looking at anon.

                                            >The bell rings, and Rarity went to talk to Celestia. She agreed to the change, believing it was to make the new kid feel more welcome.

                                            >At the club meeting, Anonymous enters the small clothing classroom.

                                            RY: Time to shine, Rarity.


                                            >You are Anonymous.

                                            >You weren't expecting to stay for a club meeting, but principal's orders. No problem, when this is over, you can go home quickly.

                                            >You enter the fashion club's classroom.

                                            "Hello? I am Anonymous."

                                            >A girl comes close to you. Is one of that yellow girl's friends.

                                            >"Nice to meet you Anonymous, I am Rarity, lead designer of the fashion club."

                                            "Nice to meet you too."

                                            >You give her your hand for a shake. She barely takes it and moves it so akwardly you can barely call this a shake. No worries, it's the first impression.

                                            >"Ehhh... let me show you to your station. We work in teams, and today you will work with me so you can get up to speed, ok?"

                                            "Fair enough."

                                            >"Good! We will start with a small patch work."

                                            >She gives you a needle and some thread.

                                            >"Pass it through the small hole. It may take you a few tries, but-"

                                            "Done."

                                            >You give her the needle with the tied thread back to her.

                                            >"Uh? How did you do it so quickly?"

                                            "Good eye-hand coordination, I guess."

                                            >She passes you another smaller needle with thread.

                                            >"Could you do it again? I have some trouble with this one."

                                            "It's smaller."

                                            >"Could you try, please?"

                                            >Her face tries to give a charming look, but your presence is already active: she is sweating a bit, and her sclera is a bit wide. She is getting scared.

                                            >You take the needle, and once again you do it first try.

                                            "Done."

                                            >She takes it, shaking a bit.

                                            >"Thank... you..."

                                            "Anything else?"

                                            >"No... ever did this before?"

                                            "Not really. My mom usually patches up my clothes."

                                            >"Oh, a mommy boy, how adorable!"

                                            >She tried to sound charming, but came up as mocking. You only give her a content smile.

                                            >She gets embarassed, takes a piece of cloth, and starts sewing.

                                            >Rarity does this for a while, and then gives you the same things.

                                            >"How about you try? I will give you pointers."

                                            >One thing is good eye-hand coordination, but another entire different thing is skill.

                                            >Your sewing is skewy and badly done.

                                            >Rarity tried to help you, but everytime you looked at her, it turned into mumbling.

                                            >The few times you didn't turn, at least some words came out.

                                            >You give her your badly patched cloth.

                                            "Is harder than I though."

                                            >"Is fine, is fine, first time is hard after all."

                                            >She looks at a pair of scissors.

                                            >"We only need to cut the threads and redo it."

                                            "Okay, just let me-"

                                            >"NO!"

                                            >She got scared by your large hand, quickly fetching the scissors and cutting it.

                                            "Agh!"

                                            >"Ah! I'm sorry Anonymous!"

                                            "No... is fine."

                                            >"No, is not. Let me see."

                                            >She takes your hand quickly, but when she searches for the wound, it's gone. Only a few loose cutted hairs.

                                            "I told you, I am fine."

                                            >You take the scissors, and cut the sewing.

                                            "Now, could you guide me again, please?"

                                            >"Uh... sure."

                                            >Both resume the small sewing class.


                                            >Be Rarity.

                                            >A couple of hours pass, and the club period ends.

                                            >Everybody leaves, except for Anonymous who wanted to help you clean up.

                                            >You convinced him to leave. The president has to make sure everything is in order.

                                            >But actually, you can no longer stay next to him. You were calm with many students, but you can't stomach the idea of staying alone with him.

                                            >When you are completely alone, you pull out your phone and text your friends.

                                            RY: [Gals, everything ok?]

                                            PP: [Rarity, you are alive!]

                                            RY: [Yes? Why are you writing this?]

                                            PP: [No reason, just being dramatic.]

                                            RD: [Haha, classic Pinkie.]

                                            RY: [Feeling better Dash?]

                                            RD: [Yes, and I want a rematch!]

                                            SS: [I'm fine too, thanks for asking.]

                                            RY: [Is everybody here?]

                                            FS: [I am, he didn't took the bus this time.]

                                            TS: [Discovered anything interesting?]

                                            RY: [Well, we were sewing some cloth, and I accidentally cut him.]

                                            RD: [Is self-defense!]

                                            SS: [Can it Rainbow.]

                                            RY: [Well, I cutted him, but there was no wound. Not even a scar.]

                                            TS: [Self regeneration? Anything else?]

                                            RY: [No cut, only some hair.]

                                            TS: [Rarity, could you bring me the hair? Maybe I can investigate it.]

                                            RY: [Really? What about making him talk?]

                                            AJ: [Hey, you can invite him to my harvest's get together. We are having a big barbecue, and he looks the meat type.]

                                            PP: [Just leave it to me.]

                                            >You go back to the small trash bin, and find Anonymous's hair. You hope that this helps find whatever he is.

                                            -----

                                            >"Dear, is everything ok?"

                                            "Yes mom, why are you asking?"

                                            >"Your ears are up. You perk up ears when something happened to you."

                                            "Oh! Is just that... I wasn't expecting to see so many friendly people today, that's all."

                                            >"That is really all?"

                                            "Honest."

                                            >"Hmmm... alright, I'll believe you."

                                            "Thanks mom."