Anon Wake One Shot.


                                            Originally Published June 28th, 2013


                                            >Day Child of The Elder God in Equestria.

                                            >You are Anon.

                                            >Award winning writer and international superstar.

                                            >Well…not at the moment, anyways.

                                            >Right now, you’re a drunk asshole who’s couch surfing at Fluttershy’s cottage and you would be lucky if you could write your way out of a brown-paper bag.

                                            FUCK YOU MR. NARRATOR. I AM A WOOD GRITER.

                                            >Yes. You even have a habit of yelling at voices that aren’t there.

                                            >You get off the toilet you installed in the shower without asking and shuffle down to your typewriter.

                                            >Because while you were shaving your dock, you found it.

                                            >And it wasn’t just a dingleberry this time!

                                            >Or Fluttershy. She didn’t even wake you up with a fetish guess like she usually does.

                                            >But no. Today, you found the inspiration that would change everything…

                                            YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT IT’L CHANGE EVERYTHING. PUT ME RIGHT BACK ON TOP A THE HEAP!

                                            >You sit down at the desk, set your dingleberry by the typewriter, set a paper into the machine, and begin pounding away at the keys…

                                            >”THE WIGGLY KITTEN by Anon.”


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                                            >8 hours, 2 vodka bottles, 300 pages later, and you have finished your masterpiece.

                                            >And it

                                            >is

                                            >glorious.

                                            YOUR DAMN RIGHT IT’S GLORIOUS. I’M ANON!

                                            >Yes you are.

                                            >And as you head to the couch to victoriously pass out for the night, you hear a knock at the door.

                                            THE FUCK WAS THAT

                                            >You grab a lantern and throw open the door, where you are greeted by a small yellow horse.

                                            HAY SLUTTERFHY. WHERE WER YOU DIS MORNING?

                                            >She’s knocked back by your vodka-breath.

                                            >”It’s ‘Fluttershy’. I’ve been telling you that every day this month. I was out doing some research.”

                                            >Her eyes black out and her voice becomes a twisted charade of itself.

                                            >”Is darkness your fetish Anon?”

                                            >Dark tendrils erupt from her body, erasing the only copy of “THE WIGGLY KITTEN.”

                                            >Oh hell no. That was your golden meal-ticket.

                                            >You turn towards her, sobered by rage.

                                            FUCK YES IT IS.

                                            >Oh.

                                            >You spend the night engulfed by a kinky inferno of Shadow-play and some Light S&M.

                                            >The sex inspires you to write the greatest video game of your career.

                                            >It was an Alan Wake kind of day.


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