"So, you think that humans required magic to thrive? That there's no way we'd be able to advance as a society without it?"
>You are Anonymous
>And right now, you are angry
>Angry about ponies
>One pony in particular
>Twilight Sparkle
>You were currently in Canterlot's throne room, in a meeting with Equestria's three princesses
>The fourth one from the Empire couldn't make it
>"Now now, Twilight," came a voice belonging to Celestia, one of the only ponies to believe you, "perhaps he's telling the truth. His theories about this 'Gravity' and 'photons' may not make sense to us, but he came from another world. The laws that govern his world may be vastly different than ours."
"Thank you Princess, it's nice to hear a voice of reason once in a while."
>"Well", begins Twilight, the beacon of 'Friendship', "the kinds of technology and contraptions he proposes shouldn't work in any setting without some kind of magic."
>"Now, sisters, let's not get hasty"
>Luna, the quiet dark one, finally speaks after a long silence
>"Perhaps there is magic in Anonymous' world, but it's simply not called magic there."
"Not quite. You define 'magic' as a force that permeates the universe, and can be manipulated directly in a sort of symbiotic relationship between the magic user and the force, through a body part such as a unicorn horn. That's not how it works back home. We have forces that govern the universe and can act in awe inspiring ways, but we can't manipulate them to do what we want. Instead, we manipulate them indirectly by making them act on each other using tools and science. We can't just will gravity to take us flying around the world. We have to combat it with thrust, Get the idea?"
>The princesses, with their bored expressions, assure you that they've heard this ten thousand times.
>"Yes, Anonymous, but that doesn't make it any more believable. If you could show us proof of this, we'd believe you one hundred percent. But until then-"
"I'll do it."
>Okay, they're glaring now
>You did just interrupt a princess after all
"In fact, I'll do more than show you inventions. I'll do more than show you technology, I'll prove a society can survive without magic."
>Twilight actually scoffs at your challenge
>"And how will you do that?"
"I'll make my own town with no magic. I'll just need a few resources. Some processed and unprocessed materials to start, a location to build it, and staff to get it up and running."
>They all stare in silence
>Celestia is the one to break it
>"Tell you what Anonymous, we'll make you a challenge. We'll give you five covered wagons, a trailer for ten on wheels, three weeks rations, survival supplies, ten guard ponies under your command for 6 months, copies of whatever books you want from the library. and whomever you can convince from among Equestria's citizens to join you. If you can succeed in building up a town to five thousand inhabitants within two years, you win. You can either merge your town with Equestria and join us as Prince Anonymous, or keep your town independent and rule it as you see fit. There's hundreds of acres of desert land with enough resources for expansion but no interest in them. Sound feasible?"
>Five thousand in two years
>It'll be tough, but you can manage
"What if I lose? How do i lose even?"
>"Well Twilight?"
>Twilight smirks at you and raises her chin
>"If you fail to grow your town to five thousand when two years have passed, or if the danger is too high and you need to return to Equestria for safety, then you lose, and you'll be banished to the dungeon for a year."
"Whoa whoa now, isn't that a bit harsh?"
>"Oh please, try spending a thousand years on the moon. It's not pleasant."
>Dark horse starting to become annoying
"Alright, I accept."
***
"Hard to believe it was that long ago. A month speeds by, and it already feels like an eternity. Know what I mean?"
>"Yeah, I know what you mean. A month after I moved out of my parent's house to join the guard, I forgot what life outside the guard was like."
"Hehe, well Brass, it's nice to know someone else feels the same way."
>The pony you were conversing with was Brass Shoe, one of the guard ponies assigned to you by Celestia
>Since he was a high ranking officer, he was the de jure military XO of the unit. Once he'd learned of your own status back home, he was eager to learn more
>Unfortunately, you'd never gotten a chance to talk about it with him, due to all the work going on
>The process of mining and smelting metal was slow, but once you'd had enough to work with, you could build more complicated facilities
>As you look out the window, you can see the iron mill, the brick building housing the town hall, and the half-build residency shacks
>Not bad for a month's work
>"Tell me Anonymous, about when your were a member of your world's royal guard."
>Hmm, seems it's time to reminisce
"Alright. For starters, you already know there was no royalty, and I wasn't guarding the leaders. I did missions abroad, carrying out the orders of my superiors for war."
>He nods and sips his tea, waiting for the rest
"At first, I was just a regular grunt. Taking orders, doing my laps, you know? One day, my unit was ambushed, I was the only survivor."
>"Aw geez, I had-"
>You put up a hand to silence him
"No need. Anyway, I managed to get out. My comrades were slaughtered but I was spared. I knew the area, I knew of one way to get out, and I took it. I shed some of my gear and sneaked my way out, around the enemies. When my superiors learned of how I'd escaped, they were angry. They blamed me, called me a deserter. But at the same time, they were impressed. They told me I wasn't going to be a regular grunt. I was going somewhere else. A place called RASP 1."
>You continue your tale of the exploits you had in your world, of your tactical prowess, infiltration skills, leadership qualities, etc.
>At the end, Brass just sits there wide-eyed
>"Wow Anon! I had no idea you were such a military man. If all these tales you're spinning me are true, I might just have to put you in command of the guard's tactical operations."
"Heh, ha might not be so bad. Wait, I thought you were already under my command."
>"Ehh, not quite. According to the deal with the Princess, we're in your service and you can assign us general tasks, but guarding the safety of you and all those with you is our prime directive, and how we choose to do that is up to us. Although, with you being such a good soldier, Hell, I can tell your stories are true just on account of the fact that no civies could come up with anything like that, well, we may just be inclined to place directly under your command. Take orders from you. I'll talk to the guys about it"
>Well then. Actually being able to give direct orders might prove useful
"Great, I await their response."
***
>Meanwhile
~"Alright, just gotta get these fliers to everyone I can, and get them to join Anonymous. Piece of cake."~
>You are Blue Belle, an Earth Pony mare who just so happens to be on a mission
>When you heard that Anonymous was going to start his own town in the desert, you jumped at the chance
>Anything to get out of Canterlot, that's for sure
>He's promised you a prime spot on his "intelligence unit" if you can prove to be a help to him
>Either way, he'll still let you join, since he needs as many hooves on deck as ponily possible
>But this way you can rise through the ranks before the ranks are even established
>No more selling blue flowers, no more serving pastries that look like blue flowers
>It's time to get some real work, exciting work
>It's time to make your destiny
>Some say your cutie mark can't be changed
>Some say it can, but only in extreme circumstances
>But you WILL achieve that dream, and change your life
>And Anonymous is going to make it all possible
“Hello, friends, how would you like to change things up a bit, experience a change of scenery. Anonymous will be building a new town in the southern deserts. West of Apple Loosa.”
>Not many takers, unfortunately.
“You can experience the once in a lifetime opportunity to be a part of history, the founding of a new town, neigh, a new Kingdom even!”
>The promises of a new kingdom have attracted a few ponies unhappy with their current situation
>But you need more than a few
>You need many
>Where to find them?
>…
>OF COURSE!
>Manehattan! The poor neighborhoods specifically
>Plenty of poor ponies in poverty pleading and praying for prosperity
>Perfect
>Alright, report to the lieutenant, get set for Manehattan, and everything will work out
>You have five days to complete your journey, and the round trip to and from Manehattan will take about one and a half of those days
>No time to waste
***

>Back with our intrepid hero, Anonymous
“So, you took it to a vote then.”
>”That’s right, sir,” says Brass, “we’ve decided that we’ll not only serve you, but we’ll treat you as commanding officer of TriMax”
“TriMax? Fill me in.”
>”2nd division, 20th regiment, 3rd battalion, A Company, 1st platoon “TriMax”. We’re known as the most dangerous force of equal parts Earth Pony, Unicorn, and Pegasus.”
>He looks to the side a bit and blushes, before turning to face you once more
>”Or at least we would be, if we were Alpha squad, and not Gamma.”
>At this the guards all break attention and chuckle to themselves
>You can’t help but smile back at them
>These little boy scouts are adorable, and you can’t wait to put them through your brand of training
>That’ll have to wait though, you have more pressing matters
“So if I’m your XO now, what’s my rank?”
>They all take a moment to ponder it, but can’t seem to decide
>”Well,” says Brass, finally breaking the silence, “you’re not technically a member of the Royal Guard. We’re following you by choice, so for now, let’s just call you, Boss.”
“Boss, huh?”
>…
“I like it.”
***
>Two months have passed
>Your town numbers 500 now
>Blue Belle turned out to be a master of propaganda
>And her idea to recruit from the jobless poor in the big city?
>How did you not think of that?
>Now she’s Secretary of Immigration in the Intelligence Unit
>You always keep your promises
>How things have changed in just 62 days
>Only 22 months remain
>Your new plan was met with hesitation, due to the risk
>Celestia did say that you can’t abduct or force Equestrian citizens to join you
>But these aren’t Equestrian citizens
>They’re wild bandits, roaming the desert to attack any souls unfortunate enough to wander in
>And ever since the major accident with the railway at Ghastly Gorge and the tunnel collapse north of Dodge Junction, caravans have only one way to get to Apple Loosa and the surrounding region
>Right through the San Palomino desert
>The bandits have been increasing in number and power lately, and it’s time you “appropriated” their numbers and skills
>As you survey the bandit camp through your telescope, you see three possible routes of entry
>You can go around the long way to the North, taking them out one by one from back to front
>You can sneak in from the West, using cover and mind games to divide and conquer them
>Or you can call in some Pegasus skirmishers to keep ‘em busy and go in loud
>Since you need to minimize casualties and increase your numbers ASAP, you decide on the longest route
***
>Hopefully everything goes well for the Boss on his “recruiting” mission
>Fortunately for you, Silver Dart, lead aerial recon pony, everything is quiet here at the base camp
>Except the Klaxons that just started a few seconds ago
>”ALL PONIES TO COMBAT POSITIONS. WE HAVE THREATS CLOSING IN!”
>…
>And that
>Quick as a whip you leap from your bunk and head outside ahead all the other guards
>Establishing an early field Intel report is key
>Soaring to the sky you take out your scope and take a look around
>In the distance you spot a band of about 10 ponies, all armored with what looks like custom strike armor
>These are no ordinary bandits
>These are professionals
>Their armor is designed for offense, as such it features heavy plating and spikes on the front, but weaker mail in the back, with weights placed carefully to counterbalance
>They’re outfitted for a frontal assault
>Which means a suppression and flanking approach is the only correct one
>By the time you’ve processed all of this it’s only been about five seconds
>Pulling out your collapsible megaphone, you prepare to give the sitrep
“STRIKE FORCE HEADED FOR WEST ENTRANCE, TEN STRONG, STRIKE ARMORED, ATTEMPTING FRONTAL ASSAULT!”
>Upon hearing all of this, your squad knows what to do
>1, 2, 3, 4, and 5, all wearing heavy armor, prepare to keep ‘em busy as a diversion
>6, 7, and 8, in lighter armor, sneak their way around the side, lying in wait for an opportunity to get the drop on them from the rear
>9 was you, and 10 was the guard who saw the shapes on the horizon and sounded the alarm
>All you can do now is wait, unless a support drop is called
>You like it when smokescreens and laughing gas grenades are requested
>Gives you something to do besides watch
>As it all unfolds, your squad handles things exactly how you’d expect them to
>Your guys managed to wound and capture every enemy combatant with no deaths, and no casualties at all on your side
>Wonder how the Boss is doing
***
>You’re the Boss
>And you’re doing great
>You currently have twenty ponies bound and tied to a balloon for later pickup
>You send a pink flare into the sky to signal the distant base camp to send Pegasi to bring the prisoners back
>With enough time should be able to convince them to join your cause
>They could be fighters, researchers, who knows?
>But something’s been bugging you
>There’s no way you can tie up five thousand bandits in 22 months
>If you’re going to get five thousand ponies to give up their lives and join you, you’ll need some new facilities to attract them
>Construction on a hospital, fire department, and school is blazing ahead, but you need something to get ponies to want to join you
>Something they won’t have anywhere else
>And you know just what that something will be
***
“It’s… beautiful.”
>You are Anonymous
>It’s been six months since you set out to prove yourself to Equestria’s princesses
>25% of your time has passed
>Town Population: 1015
>At this rate, you won’t make it
>But you have a feeling things will pick up
>Your banditos metalworking skills, combined with the brains from your unicorn scholars have produced a steam powered truck
>Utilizing a miniature steam power plant, it burns a mixture of coal chunks in oil for its steam power
>By utilizing leverage principles, heat storage and redistribution, and other ideas that these genii have come up with, it can run on a steam engine not much bigger than an internal combustion engine would be in a similar truck
>It also gets decent fuel mileage for a vehicle of its size
>Capable of comfortably transporting 10 ponies, or a lot of cargo, this behemoth will show them the true power of non-magic tech
>After this comes to light, they’ll be mass produced, sold, and the resources used to fund rapid expansion of your town’s facilities, as well as advertising, to attract a larger crowd
>The only concern is whether you can beat the clock with only 18 months remaining
>”Sir, I have your response from the Princesses. They’ve agreed to meet you at a site south of the town of Ponyville to see you demonstrate your ‘truck’.”
>Perfect timing
“Thanks, Zipline, I can’t wait.”
>That mare sure is something at delivering and bringing back communications
>You only sent out that letter yesterday, and here the next morning you have your response
“Take a break, you deserve a couple days off. I’ll only call on you if it’s an emergency. Gale Gust can cover for you until then.”
>”Aye, Boss.”
>Boss
>You can’t help but smile at hearing that
>It still feels good to be called that, every time
>After working for others and taking orders for so long, it feels good to be giving them
>After the way Twilight and the others treated you like a hack, it feels good to have followers stand by you
>It feels good to finally be the Boss
>Eye Spy, the General of the Intelligence Unit, comes to you to deliver his report
>”Sir, we’re fueled up and ready to go. Inspection reveals a 3% chance of catastrophic failure and a 0.5% chance of lethal failure. We’ll reach the RP in approximately 48 hours at full speed.”
“Good. I just hope we can make it there without too many bandit attacks. Only being able to take five fighters and our extra fuel leaves us at a disadvantage.”
>”Indeed. That’s why I’ve selected only the ones who performed best in your training exercises.”
>Well, if they survived your brand of training then they must be the most elite you could find in this land
“Very well. Of course you’re in charge while I’m gone. I’ve already informed the others. You’re the only one I can trust to keep an eye on things for the next week.”
>”Th-, thank you. It’s an honor… Boss.”
>There it is again
>Every new voice that sounds that name lifts your spirits, and reminds you of why you’re here
>It’s time to roll
***
>The sun is high in the sky
>Thanks to your Intel team’s mapping of the area, you’ve been able to take a shortcut whilst also evading bandit attacks so far
>That’s about to end, however
>You decided that taking on the small camp nearby would be more cost efficient than skirting around them
>Especially since they might have scouts that could spot you anyway
>Your force is comprised of you, two Earth ponies, two Pegasi, and one Unicorn
>Your adviser was prepared to defend himself up close and make an escape, but not trained or outfitted for fighting
>Who knows, maybe the camp will let you roll on by with no trouble
>It seem like they will AAAAAND now they have a griffon blocking the trail
>Perfect
>”Halt! Stop right there!”
>You slow the truck down and put the steam plant into idle mode so you can hear and be heard
>Here it goes again
“Greetings! I’d love to ask how I may be of service, but I’m afraid I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
>”Oh, well isn’t that nice. And we’d be happy to let you be on your way, just as soon as you pay the toll. One thousand bits!”
“Oh dearest me,” you say in your best dude in distress voice, “I don’t seem to have that much.”
>”Well too bad, because my guys have your cargo surrounded, and if you want it back, you gotta pay.”
>Oh boy just look at that smug look on his face
>If only he knew what unholy retribution his clever little comments would cost him
>But he didn’t, he couldn’t and now he’ll pay the price
“Oh, your guys, huh? Let’s take a look at them.”
>Right on cue, you hear a voice shout from behind the truck
>”Sure thing Boss.”
>Afterward, five ponies wearing your custom-designed armored uniforms come out from behind the truck, each one carrying not one, but two bound and gagged bandits on their backs
>They drop them at the sides of the truck and look to you
>”The other five are still in the back. Too heavy to carry three a piece.”
“Very well, I think we’ve made our point.”
>You look back to the griffon, likely the commander, from the badge he sports that seems to be absent from the others
>”Inconceivable. ABSOLUTELY INCONCEIVABLE! How could you whelps let yourself get captured like that?! Have you learned nothing?!”
>He’s very angry
“Oh don’t feel too bad,” you say, chuckling quietly, “my soldiers are simply the best there are.”
>”Yeah, and besides,” says Golden Bow, “yours is the first camp where we actually had to strategize and use our equipment to take over. You should be proud of that.”
“Oh? Is that so?” you say, looking down at him in surprise, “We must be dealing with professionals.”
>”Yeah,” he says, looking up at you, “these guys watched each other’s backs, guarded multiple angles, and checked hiding spots. They’re not your run of the mill crooks.”
“Hmm. Sounds like our griffon friend here is a bit of a commander. Tell me, did you train them yourself?”
>”Why yes, as a matter of fact I did. I taught these fine soldiers everything they know about this life. Guess it was all for naught.”
>You let out a laugh at this
>The poor guy just looks so defeated
>”Well, you’ve got us. Take everything and kill us if that’s your plan, just get along with it.”
“Whoa, whoa, slow down Hoss, I’m not killing any of you.”
>”Oh really?”
>He seems curious as to your motives
“I happen to be in need of more citizens for my new city I’m building. And not only that, but it’d be a shame to waste talent like yours. How’d you like to join me, help train new recruits, and experience a steady lifestyle with friends, a real house, and a job that doesn’t involve stealing or robbing?”
>He, naturally, seems rather skeptical of this
>”Oh really, you’d just take me in after I attack you? And you’d even go as far as to promise me a home and a job training your recruits? And you expect me to believe that you’re building a town, and that I’d benefit from joining you?”
“Look, I understand why you’re skeptical, but look at it this way: you can join me, or we can go with your original plan of me taking all you own and killing you. Now which sounds better? And besides, your friends are coming along anyway, whether any of you like it or not.”
>Suddenly, the leader’s eyes grow wide, then narrow and downcast
>His shoulders slump and he takes a non-aggressive stance
>He looks sad, and worried
>He speaks again, but this time in a much calmer, more eloquent manner than his rage-induced brutishness before
>”I brought these creatures in to keep them from dying out here in this unforgiving desert. I used the only skills and knowledge I knew of to feed them, and teach them to feed themselves. I dreamed of building an empire that would secure our place in the world, so we wouldn’t have to struggle to survive out here in this hellhole.”
>”I knew, of course, that it could never come to be. But I dreamed. These ponies and griffons, zebras and mules, are like my brothers, and also a bit like sons to me. They are my only family, and I am their only family. Wherever they go, I’ll go, whether that be into death, or a new city, or a prison. I will follow them just as they followed me. Do with us as you see fit. I only ask that we not be separated. That’s all.”
>The silence that follows feels like an eternity
>Finally, you decide that it’s time to break the silence and get things moving again
>You look at the commanders wet eyes through your own
“It’s a terrible day for rain, isn’t it? Soldiers, help our new recruits into the back. Commander, you’re up here with me. We have a lot to discuss.”

***
>You are Princess Twilight Sparkle
>Here you are, in a camp build southwest of Ponyville
>You wish you were at your castle doing book things
>You have to meet stupid Anon and his stupid followers for this new semi-yearly checkup they’ve agreed upon
>Oh well, at least one good thing will come from this
>You can turn up the smug when he fails to produce anything to show you
>Or better yet, catch him cheating by using magic
>Oh, and here he comes, on what look like a monstrosity of a carriage
>He somehow brings that awful roar coming from the front of the metal beast down to more of a low growl, and hops down
>Some of his little “soldiers” he has with him exit the back of the contraption, leading a group of around 15 ponies wearing what looks like (relatively) high-grade bandit armor, as well as loose rope shackles
“Oh hello, Anonymous. What do we have here? It almost seems as though you’ve been abducting ponies. Wasn’t that against the rules?”
>He gives you a quick glare, before shielding his eyes and pretending it was due to the sun
>Smug idiot’s wearing sunglasses
>”Well you see, I and my escort were attacked by this company of bandits, and took them prisoner, but now they’ve made the unanimous decision to join me. Isn’t that right, guys?”
>They all nod their heads in agreement, looking pretty proud and happy for a group that was basically forced into a new life
>”Anyway, it’s time for the demonstration. This machine here uses an engine, created and maintained without magic, to drive its wheels and provide locomotion. Would you like to inspect the engine further? I can spare three days while you examine the parts.”
>Princess Celestia steps forward
>”There will be no need for that, Anonymous. We can sense magical auras as they appear and are used. We’ll scan your, ‘truck’, while it moves, and if we detect no magic involved, then you’ve shown us what your world’s technology can do.”
>As if
>”Oh really? Well, that’s a lot easier than what I had planned. I’ll be back at the base days ahead of schedule! And maybe some of these ponies will be impressed enough to follow.”
>Wait, what?
>Looking around, you notice for a first time a large number of ponies gathered around
>Some look like they’re from Ponyville, others from Apple Loosa
>Even more look like they’re from Canterlot or Manehattan
>How did word of this spread quickly enough that several hundred ponies made a day-long journey to see this?
>So sad that they traveled so far just to be disappointed
>Anonymous climbs back into the giant metal deathtrap and closes the door on its side
>Moving some levers and turning a wheel, he prepares to take off again
>His colt-scout “soldiers” all move his prisoners away from the machine and stand back
>As Anonymous begins to lurch the large vehicle forward, you ready your magic detection spell
>He begins to run the trackless locomotive in a wide oval
>You start to scan his “truck” seeking for all wavelengths and colors of magic
>Once you detect it, the other princesses will back you up
>It’s time to prove that that traitor was lying all-
>Wait 
>Something’s not right
>Maybe you’re not putting enough power into it
>It could be a tiny magic source with a crystal amplifier
>This isn’t right
>Even at full sensitivity…
>You look to princesses Celestia and Luna
>They are both completely stoic
“Princess?”
>They both look to you, their spells powering down and their expressions unchanging
“Something’s wrong with my magic; I must not be doing this right or soemthing. Even at maximum sensitivity, I can’t detect ANY magic coming from any part of his machine!”
>They share a look at each other before looking back at you
>What they said to you next would change everything
>In unison they spoke
>”Neither can we.”

***
>There’s no way
>There’s simply no way
>IF Anonymous’ transport machine really does work on its own without magic, then what else could be true about his world?
>Memories of all the things you’d said to him came flooding back
~”Listen Anonymous. I’m sick and tired of hearing these blatant lies. Since you’re so against being a good friend and telling the truth, then I just can’t be friends with you at all.”~
>To say that you feel horrible about telling him those things is an understatement
>You accused him of being a bad friend, but you were the one who refused to even consider the idea that he would be telling the truth
>And now you might have lost him forever
>As you sulk around Ponyville, you see Anon’s mail carrier gathering up letters to take back to his “mother base” as he calls it
>Wait, that’s it!
“Wait, I have one more letter!”
>The mailpony glances at the clock, and smiles at you
>”Alright, guess I can stick around long enough to grab it.”
“Great! Uh, just a sec.”
>You magic a quill, ink bottle, and parchment out of your bag, and a plank from nearby to write on
>In about 15 seconds, you have a hastily scribbled letter to Anonymous
>Suddenly, you realize what’s missing
“Eheh, I… don’t happen to have an envelope. Or stamp.”
>The Pegasus mare puts her hoof up to you and smiles
>”No need, Princess, I’ll put this in a special pouch and hoof deliver it to Boss myself.”
“Thank you so much.”
>…
“Boss?”
>”Yeah, that’s what we all call him. He’s the de facto leader, after all. I hear it all started with those royal guard ponies that were with him at first.”
“Oh really? The guards started calling him ‘Boss’, huh? Kinda strange since he didn’t have command of them.”
>”Yeah, apparently they called him ‘Boss’ ‘cause they were gonna follow his orders, but he’s not actually a member of the Guard so he didn’t have a rank.”
>Whoa, the guards decided to follow him? What?
“They, I- y’know what? I’ll just ask Anon himself, if he decides to meet me.”
>You cast your eyes downward and begin to turn away
“Though I wouldn’t blame him if he doesn’t.”
>As you start to walk away, the pony calls your name
>”Princess Twilight, when I first met the Boss, I asked him why he was doing what he was doing. He said he wanted to show the ponies of this world a life free of the constraints of magic.”
“And it looks like he’ll succeed.”
>”But he also mentioned you.”
>You stop in your tracks and look back at the mail carrier, who’s now smiling at you warmly, like a family member retelling old memories of holidays spent together
“What… what did he say?”
>”He said he was heartbroken that he couldn’t get through to you. He wanted to be your friend again someday, but he knew that giving up and lying to appease you wasn’t the right way. He wants to prove you wrong, so that you’ll accept him again.”
>”Some ponies say he’s being selfish, but I think he’s not. I think he’s just afraid of being lonely, and wants to have his old friend back.”
>A smile begins to creep onto your face
>Anon really does want to be friends with you?
>After all you’ve said and done?
>It seems too good to be true