write prisoner name here

After reading that, you're amazed at how the prison administration can't even write a letter like this seriously. As each day goes on, you grow increasingly tired of how immature everyone is here. You hoped that you didn't sound hypocritical, but then again, nobody should be reading your mind right now. You're under no mind control.

Also, if you forgot, you're Anonymous. You're currently sitting on your bed, and it's about time for you to get some sleep. You don't know much of the dating system that this country has yet, you kind of lived your life just getting by without any set dates. However, you're certain that the note means that this conference is taking place tomorrow.

You really didn't want to go, but you also didn't want any gubbamints breathing down your smooth, finely toned, and ambiguously colored neck.

Bulk Biceps is just chilling on his bed, staring at the ceiling. You hear the sound of bed sheets rustling. He's now facing you with an excited grin on his face. You look over at him.

"HEY ANON. I'M GETTING OUT OF THE PRISON TOMORROW. ISN'T THAT GREAT? IT'S BEEN ONE ROUGH JOURNEY." said the softly-spoken bulky white horse.

"I wouldn't say rough. This place is like kindergarten." you say. Bulk Biceps just laughs.

"YOU'RE ALWAYS SO COOL, ANON. YOU MAY BE A CONVICT BUT YOU ALWAYS HAVE MY RESPECT. IT HAS BEEN WONDERFUL KNOWING YOU. YOU ARE SO COOL." he said, on the verge of tears. You were sure he said you were cool about five times after that, but you weren't listening.

"Sure." you said as you lied down to sleep.

You are Anonymo. You forgot your name because it doesn't matter. You're dreaming, but you don't know that. Some chick blue horse thing won't leave you alone, so you decided to assert your dominance.

"I AM RULER OF ALL. I AM SUPER GUY." you said as you slapped the female blue horse. She invaded your home thing. You weren't sure of the home thing because you were never thinking about a home thing and now you think that you're in a field, but forget that. None of this matters because you don't have any viable thought processes.

"VIABLE IS A FUNNY WORD, DO YOU SAY?" you ask the blue pony of which you slapped.

"W-where are we?" asks the blue pony. Now that you look at the pony, it kinda looks like that moon bitch that rules with Celesto or something. Did Celesto have, like, three horns? Wasn't moon pone named Luna? You forget.

"THAT IS A FINE OBSERVATION. I AM SUPER HAND." you state.

"Why does the scenery keep changing?" asks Luna.

"Why don't you ever shut up?" you say. Luna is flabbergasted.

"Hold up. I gotta count my fingers." you say as you hold up a finger signifying one moment to Luna. You forgot that you had ten fingers on your other hand.

"Which one's left again?" you ask.

"Why does that matter?" replied Luna.

"I told you to shut up, hoe." you spat.

You are Luna. Again, you won't bother with any introductions because anyone reading this should know who you are.

Anon's dreams are a bit unsettling, even for you. Even though you were the night, Anon's dreams were like hell. You still couldn't solve the mystery or the meaning behind any of these dreams.

"Hey, look! It's a super market! My family's there, too!" says Anon, pointing at a rather large building labeled "Wal-Mart" on the front. It was an unsettling blue and the lights on the sign were fading. A group of other humans are standing at the entrance.

"Let's say hi, faithful companion. Follow the hands. Follow the fist ball man." says Anon right as he strolls on over to the humans standing at the entrance.

"ANONYMOUS. YOU ARE SUPER FAILURE, YOU HAVEN'T EVEN DONE ANY HOMEWORK." says a feminine looking older human. You suspect that is his mother.

"Oh mom, you're so retarded. It's because I don't work at home." said Anon. Your jaw dropped. Never in the many years you have lived have you ever heard anyone disrespect their mother like that. Anon is now holding a metal object in his hand. He pointed it at his mother.

"Fucker." said Anon as the metal object in his hand made a deafening pop sound. You look at his mother to find she's now laying on the ground with a pool of blood flowing out of her head. You gulp.

"Thanks, son. You're a good kid." said the older Anon clone.

"You're a bad dad." said Anon as he made the metal thing pop again, and now his dad was dead too. You were pretty sure you wet the bed, and not the other wet. You're sickened by this display.

Anonymous looks at you.

"BLUE MAN, WATCH OUT. ALIENS ARE HERE. BIG SHIP. BIG TIME TROUBLE." he frantically says as he rushes to get in the super market via the entrance. He successfully made it inside the building, but you were confused by his statement. What could he mean by aliens? You hear a low, bone chilling vibrating noise above you. Everyone in the Walmart pony-less carriage stationing area started screaming and running aimlessly around.

You look up, and gasp. The largest entity you have ever seen in your long life is now floating above you in the sky. You start levitating without you wishing to do so. You are taken by surprise as you are lifted into the mother ship, and you are flooded by a vision of white.

You are Anonymous. You slept like a baby last night. You were pretty sure something was haunting you in your dreams, but you can't really remember your dreams all that well. You look over at your bedside clock and see that it's seven in the morning to the exact second. You cursed to yourself to have fallen to the establishment's sleep bug, but oh well. You're hungry and you've got plenty of time for breakfast.

In the cafeteria, you take a salad of spinach without any dressing. Pure and simple healthy food. You remember when you were a kid, and that you'd always put whip cream all over your spinach and then eat it. You were a strange lad.

After breakfast, you look at the clock and see that you have thirty minutes to go before it's eight. You tell yourself to find your way to the strange hall designation in fifteen minutes. Despite the freedom you're allowed, it seems you haven't explored the entirety of the prison. Sure, you knew where the Overseer's office was and you know where to get to the main exciting areas. You haven't really explored all the boring but interesting areas.

Now's your chance to see the rest of the prison. You felt like a freshman in high-school, kept in the same hallway for the entire year, devoid of any actual exploration. You choose a random hallway and then walk down it. At the end of the hallway, there is only one door. It seems to be a janitor's closet. On the door, it read "Please do not enter! This is a legitimate janitor's closet!"

You open the door, disregarding any rules told to you earlier in one of the many collective briefings. You were going to check out all the sick gear that janitors were given. Your time in the Corps meant that you were a legendary cleaner. No one could beat you in the art of mopping the floor.

You take a step in, and find that despite what the door said, it's not a janitor closet at all. It's a stairway. The stairway is dark, too. As you stepped in you kicked up a cloud of dust, signifying that nobody has been here for quite some time.

"Aaaaaanon~!" you hear a feminine voice say in the distance. You didn't think of it because you're not giving whoever said that voice any power, so therefore you never heard a voice say anything. You decide the best course of action is to walk down the stairway.

Author's Notes:

no more deadlines being said by me, but i will update it eventually

also, no more soundcloud. got tired of it.