You are Anon. Your mood has certainly took a brighter change seeing as Sugar hasn't even spoken to you in a week. The most she'd do is give you a hopeless, sad, and soul crushing look in the hallway if you ever pass her. She's realized that simply begging you for rubbies won't do her any good. You don't care because she doesn't exist to you.

You have all the power you need because you're all she thinks about. She has no power over you.

You'd know you have all the power if you ever thought about Sugar. You don't think about Sugar, so you don't know at all.

Living day to day in the prison is pretty easy now. You simply wake up, eat, talk to Tiger at lunch and recess, eat again, and finally go to bed. You sometimes work out in the gym if you're super bored. You've stopped talking to anyone else altogether as to not be cultivated into any cult mindset. Bulk Biceps is one of the few that still gets some small talk from you every now and then.

"HEY ANON! WHAT'S UP?" he'd say.

"Nothing much." you'd reply.

"HOW YOU DOIN', ANON?" he'd say.

"Just alright." you'd reply.

It's a simple and easy life. Maybe the whole brain-washing thing wasn't so bad. You could finally live your nice, quiet life outside the prison and not stir any trouble. Is this what you wanted to begin with?

Probably not.

You were on your way to the lunchroom when a guard stopped you.

"Anon, the overseer wants to talk to you. Please come with me." said the generic looking guard pone. You comply in silence as the pony walks you to the overseer's office.

The walk down the hallways were a hoot. Sometimes you'd see childish scuffles break out because of who gets who's complementary cupcake. Other times you observe as ponies conveniently swerve out of your direction whether they could see you or not.

You arrive at the cold, spooky entrance to the overseer's office. The guard motions for you to go in, and then you let yourself in. The door didn't close as comfortably as you would have liked it as it stopped a little bit when you closed it behind you.

The overseer, in her fancy chair, spun around the chair til it faced you. You were glad your mind didn't go numb like last time when you entered, otherwise you'd be scared. You are not fazed in the slightest. You keep a disgruntled, but straight face as she looks you directly in the eye.

"Anonymous." she begins.

"Yes ma'am?" you ask.

"I hear your behavior has been exceptional the past few days." she said.

"I hoped so." you say. The overseer's face didn't change from her usual poker face. It seemed like she suspected something. It seemed like she was insinuating that you had done something bad and it slipped from her all-seeing eye.

"You haven't been talking to many residents of the prison, and that is why we're here to talk, Anonymous." she says.

"Why is that a problem?" you ask.

"You aren't socializing and you are clinging to a small group of ponies. Why is that? Do you... not wish to make friends?" she questions.

"I don't feel like it. I feel like I'd cause more trouble if I kept talking to more ponies. I don't see the problem." you say.

"You've only been talking to your dragon friend. It seems he and you are getting along quite well?"

"That would be a yes." you say.

"That is good, but you may be suffering from... anti-social tendencies." she accuses.

"I'm not suffering from anything. I feel comfortable with my small gaggle of people. It's not like I'm causing any trouble." you reply.

Her face somehow manages to harden even further. She then looks down at her desk, and then back to you. She then throws over an envelope to you. You pick it up, and look at it. Its seal is in the shape of a heart. You hoped this wasn't some freaky love note.

"Take that back to your room and read it. You're invited to something of which I think will help you be more comfortable in the prison. That is all I require from you for now. You may leave." she says. You let out some breath, comforted by the fact that this wasn't indeed a love note.

You resisted the urge to turn three-hundred and sixty degrees then walk away, but you just walk away normally this time. Your mastery of the art of movement would have to wait for another time. You open the door and walk out. As you tried to close the door, the door stopped again halfway and then operated like normal.

You were beginning to think of how some WD-40 would fix that up, but are interrupted by a running and screaming pony that dashed by you.

You turn your head to the direction that the pony was going, to find that the pony was long gone at this point. A group of guards rush in from the other side of the hallway. The group of guards stopped. One of them looks at you.

"Hey, prisoner! Where did that pony go off to?" the guard insinuates.

"That way."

You point to the direction where the guards went.

"Darn! We got bamboozled again, fellas! Come on! Let's get him!" says the guard. Just like that, the guards were gone as fast as the other pony.

You were in the mood to ruin someone's day, and that encounter met the quota. You are now proud of your achievement.

You then begin down the hallway. You were gonna read this letter in the privacy of your "cell".

Author's Notes:

who wants to vidya

lemme know

i need more vidya pals

if you play overwatch hit me up famalam, or csgo or gta v

also expect lots of chapters in a very short timespan