One Night At Anon's

Containment Facility

"That's it!" you scream, throwing the letter across the room.

Anger seeps into your bones as you toss the covers off your body. You sit up on the edge of the bed, placing your face in your hands. That was the last straw. You need answers. No more of this night to night survival shit. You are going to see someone about this. Today.

Rising from your bed, you shed your sweat dampened clothes and take measured breaths. First, it was just normal ponies. Then it was Cadance. Now Luna attacked you. This whole thing is getting horribly out of hand.

However... she seemed to be different. She was more concerned with your sleep pattern than getting in your pants. There weren't any of the tell tale signs that anything other than she laid you in bed and wrote the note. So... you think she wasn't after anything else. However that dream was more jarring than anything else you've had to endure up until this point.

There has to be a way to get some answers. Why have the ponies been acting this way? Why at night? Why only for the last few months?

Ugh.

You might as well get ready for your day. The first day out in the sunlight in a long time. Just as you hit the doorway to your room, you freeze. Looking down at your unclothed body, your first concern is if you have any unwelcome guests. Or, an unwelcome Princess. You can't walk out like that.

Heading back to your closet, you grab a robe that Rarity made you as a welcome gift to Ponyville. It was white and had three light blue diamonds stitched into the fabric on the back. At the time, you thought it was a sign of a creator branding their creation, however after everything that has been happening at night you aren't as sure. At least now you are more covered up.

You approach the door and listen intently to any sort of sounds on the other side of the door. Only silence greets your ears. Hopefully, the coast is clear. Slowly, you open the door to your bedroom and peek into the hallway. The sunlight from outside lights a majority of your home, but the blind corners of the living room still set you on edge.

Poking your head out further, you cast a glance left and right down your hallway. Everything appears to be clear, but the doorway to your security room stands open. A shiver runs down your spine. That would be the best way to check if the house is clear.

This fear has got to stop.

You don't even feel safe in your own home anymore. The doorway creaks open wider as your tip-toe into your own hallway. Slowly, you walk to your security room. Leaning your head in, you find the monitors all glowing and the remains of your chair lying in a heap.

Dammit. You liked that chair.

Moving inside, you check the battery. Still recharging. Good. You flip through each of your cameras for good measure.

No noise in the kitchen. That might be the best you can do.

Hallways - Clear

Living Room - Empty

Bathroom - Nothing

Outside - Just the clear day.

Bedroom - Just as you left it.

Well that's a relief. Heading into the opposite hallway, you head to the bathroom casually.

As you step inside, your eyes instantly trace from the mirror of the bathroom, to the tub/shower combination.

A sinking feeling fills your stomach as flashback from the dream invade your mind's eye. Maybe you don't need a shower today. Turning back to the hallway, you take a step towards the living room.