February 29, 2039, Earth time.
On Earth, in Kentucky, in a suburban town, is a bar. A local bar with very few people in it. One man, chubby with gray hair and a grizzled beard, sits in front of the bartender, sipping on a pint. The bartender is younger, but still mature, if the goatie he has is any indication. The bar has tables lined against the walls. There’s about five or six of them, enough to seat about fourty people total. It used to be one of the busiest bars in town, but the local economy started going downhill. There are a couple more people in the bar, but they aren’t important to me. I sigh, standing outside a window, looking in. Now’s a better time than ever. I walk around and open the door, walking in and getting out of the rain. “Weather’s been a bitch,” I say, walking in. I take off my hat, trying futilely to dry it with my coat’s arm sleeve. “Can I get a glass of... Fuck it, Doctor Pepper,” I call, sitting down next to chubby guy. The bartender starts to say something to me, but he looks up and freezes.
I shake my head silently and nods towards the man next to me. It might’ve been ten years, but he still knows me well enough to know what that means. Bartender’s name is Jerry. One of the few friends I had, though we lost touch a couple months before I got taken away to Equestria. Jerry nods and heads to the back. “... I don’t have any money for this month, just take the damn couch. You know where I live,” the man next to me says.
“Eh, it’s been a few years you bastard, how the hell can I know where you live?” I ask him. He scoffs.
“George caught on finally?” He asks. I frown, looking at him.
“I’m waiting for you to,” I say. Jerry comes back, handing me a glass of soda. I take a sip as the man looks at me.
“... Sorry pal, I don’t recognize assholes,” he says, sipping his pint. I snicker, nodding.
“Well, you’re not wrong,” I mutter. “I really didn’t want to do this... But I had to. I wanted to talk to you, after all this time.”
“What the fuck are you rambling on about?” The man asks.
“... I don’t know. For once, I don’t know,” I answer. “I didn’t think I’d even get this far to be honest, but, I figured, it’s kinda retarded how I never made peace with you, despite the fact that you’re still kicking shit around, and I’m almost fucking fourty.”
“... Who are you?” The man asks.
“Well, you fucking Geezer, think back to when I last talked to you,” I say. “Remember when I said ‘Go fuck yourself’?”
“... Is it you Anon?” He asks. I bark a laugh.
“That’s most sober sound you’ve ever made,” I say. “Did you practice in front of a mirror or something?”
“A-Anon...” my father says, looking at me in shock.
“Yeah, that’s the dumbass name you game me when I was born,” I mutter. “Still can’t change it, just so you know.”
“Anon, where have you been!” He yells,
“Somewhere far enough that I don’t hear that loud ass voice anymore,” I say, sipping my soda.
“It’s been twenty years! Where the hell did you go!? Do you have any idea what-“
“Do you ever stop shouting? Because I can go ahead and leave again. You can’t find me once I leave,” I say. His face contorts to anger for a second, but he stops and sighs. He sips his pint and breathes.
“... Your mother was worried,” he says quietly.
“Hm,” I acknowledge. “So you were sober enough to know she’s capable of feeling hurt for once?” My father grunts, but simply sips his beer.
“She divorced me, if that makes you feel better,” he says. “I know you have a love for spite.”
“You’re not too far off, but it doesn’t make me feel better. Just goes to show she only endured your bullshit because of me,” I say.
“Well, she cut me off from her life after you left, I don’t know where she is or how she’s doing,” he says.
“Well, if she’s like me, she feels fine. Maybe she’s even happy for once,” I say.
“... Your ex is doing fine, if you’re wondering,” my father says.
“Nope. Wasn’t wondering. Kinda hoped she’d die in a ditch or something,” I mutter.
“Anon, she wasn’t-“
“That bitch had the nerve to cheat on me, constantly call me an idiot, and even took my shit when she dumped me. If you so much as even begin to finish that sentence, so help me God, I might just break this fucking glass over your head.” I take a calm sip as my father looks at me in surprise.
“Someone’s ballsy,” he comments. I flip him off as I take out a cig and light it.
“Um, Anon-“
“I don’t give a fuck Jerry,” I say, puffing out some smoke.
“... Fair enough,” Jerry says, shrugging and continuing his duties as a bartender.
“Since when did you start smoking?” My father asks.
“‘Bout ten years ago, a dude gave me a cigar for a gift. Tried cigarettes, they felt better,” I say, taking out the cig to sip the Dr Pepper. I grimace as I realize the taste is muddled from my smoking,
“Smoking’s bad for you,” he responds.
“So’s excessive drinking,” I say, nodding towards his pint.
“Actually, this is the first drink I’ve had in months,” he says. I quirk an eyebrow at him with suspicion. He sighs. “I joined an AA group smartass.”
“... Good,” I reply. “At least you did something productive while I was gone.”
“... Where did you go Anon?” He asks. “I... When your mother left... I didn’t have anyone.”
“Hm,” I acknowledge, taking a silent sip.
“... Your mother left around a month after you disappeared. I looked for you for two years. It’s like you were wiped off from the face of the Earth,” he says. I chuckle.
“Eh, something like that happened, but I can’t really tell you,” I say. Dad looks at me for a moment before sighing.
“Such a shit answer,” he mutters.
“Fine asshat, I constantly move to the other side of the world you’re on,” I say. “Hell, I even have GPS tracking and everything on you.” My father looks at me for a second before shaking his head.
“Sometimes, I can’t tell if you’re serious,” he says.
“I’m not, but I really can’t tell you where I go,” I say. “It’d be complicated.”
“Hm... So, what do you do nowadays? Bitch at people?” He asks.
“... Yeah, pretty much,” I snicker. “I make a pretty penny for it too. Thousands per day.”
“Heh, that’s my kid,” Dad replies.
“... That’s the first time you’ve ever called me that,” I note, sipping my soda. He sighs, nodding.
“Don’t get used to it. I’m only mellow because today’s a good day,” he says irritably.
“... That makes no fucking sense, but okay,” I say, puffing out some smoke. “... You know, this is going a lot smoother than I expected. You really have changed a lot.” My father grunts and sips his pint. “... So, what do you do for a living?” I ask. He grunts and pops his shoulder.
“Well, once I got my shit together, I tried every job I could. I was a part timer for a grocery store, there was a KFC bit I tried for a couple months, and I finally settled for being a plumber. I actually managed to get a van and just live in it while I work.”
“Hm. That’s good,” I say. “Retirement plans come up yet?”
“Fuck no,” he replies, chuckling. “I didn’t know how much I actually like being busy until I started the plumbing business.”
“Hm. Guess an old dog can learn new tricks,” I say. He grumbles, glancing at me.
“Who’re you calling old? You got wrinkles too bitch,” he says. “Oh, is that a gray hair I see?” I frown and grumble back.
“I’m not old,” I mutter irritably.
“You’re fourty Anon, you’re old. Welcome to hell’s prologue,” Dad says, sipping his pint. I chuckle and raise my glass of Dr Pepper.
“You know what? I can get along with you, you old bastard,” I say. He grunts ands raises his pint. We both sip in unison, falling into a comfortable silence, aside from the jukebox still playing music. Suddenly, my father grunts.
“It’s... It’s good to see you, Anon. I... I hope you can...”
“... It’s alright. We’re all fuck ups, one way or another,” I says, putting an arm around my dad’s shoulders in an attempt at a hug. However, I am suddenly pulled in, and his arms go all around me. I hear him quietly sob, shaking as he hugs me.
“No, I... I fucked up. You did nothing.... Nothing wrong...” I sit, stunned, unsure of how to take this. I get flashbacks, to the times he’d use a belt, barking orders at me to bring him beer from the store, and constantly putting me down.
“... I have to ask...” I gently take his arms off me and grab his shoulders, making me look at me. “Why did you hate me so much when I was young? You acted like I was an asshole just by being alive. I don’t know if you’re just bullshitting me right now, or if you feel sorry. The only way I need to know, is if you tell me right now, why did you hate me?” His eyes, sunken and sad, look at me, but also past me. I can see him have his own flashbacks, playing in his mind.
“... I was angry. I hated what I was, what I did, and what I wanted to do. It was a cycle of just... hating everything. I don’t even know how it started anymore,” he says. “I... I don’t know how to explain-“
“No, I get it. I got in that cycle too. I only recovered because I had people help get out of it,” I say. “... If I never met those people, I don’t think I would be alive right now. Hell, I even tried to jump off a cliff after I went away.” My dad looks at me in slight surprise. I cross my arms and lean on the counter. “I hated everything, myself, and everything else. But, that’s not important.” I look at my father with a small bit of sympathy. “So, yeah. I get it. I still wish you weren’t a fucking asshole, but I get it.”
“...” My father looks at me with an anxious expression.
“... For the moment, I guess we’re fine,” I say. His eyes widen slightly and he hugs me, stronger than before.
“Thank you, thank you,” he says. “I wanted to see you for twenty years... I’m so glad that I could.” I sigh.
“Oh grow up Geezer, you’ll live,” I say, patting his back. With that, he pulls away and looks at his pint. He looks at me for a second with hesitation before grunting,
“Jerry, could you... throw this away, or something? I’m not feeling it tonight,” he says. I feel my eyes widen a bit, as does Jerry.
“But, it’s half full,” he says.
“Eh, just drink it. My fiancé owns a bar, she says that alcohol kills germs or some shit, so it’s fine to finish it off for yourself,” I say.
“Wait, fiancé?” My father asks.
“Huh? Oh yeah,” I say, pulling up my left hand and showing my ring finger, showing a silver band. “I uh, kinda got engaged recently.”
“Oh, you have a girlfriend? What’s she like?” He asks as Jerry takes the pint away from him.
“Oh, you’d like her. She yells at me when I do stupid shit, but she’s an amazing cook and bartender,” I say. “She’s a bit awkward when it comes to romance. Like when she ‘proposed’-“ I stop to put in quotes with my fingers. “-she had actually forgotten to get me a Valentine gift. I jokingly suggested that she should marry me, saying that would be a good enough gift,” I start laughing. “The next week, I get a fancy dinner and and she just pops the question as I was bitching at someone for putting hay in my burger.” My dad blinks, probably questions the part about hay, but he ignores it to ask something else.
“... When did you two start dating?” He asks. I sigh, sipping the glass as Jerry comes back with a couple soda cans. Dad picks one as I start talking.
“Well, uh, I found a lonely kid on a train, realized it was one of my friends’ son, and when I went looking for his father, I bumped into his father’s sister,” I say. “She was really pushy at first, trying to sound like the toughest girl in the world, but we kinda talked for a bit. The next thing I know, we stop by the coffee shop sometimes, or even to the movies. Then, one day, I realized she loved me, but I didn’t want a repeat of my last relationship, so I let her choose whether or not to tell me. About a few months later, she confesses. We sort of hit it off after that.”
“Hm. Your mother was the same way when I met her,” my father says. He snickers. “She could bark, but she was better at biting...” I sit comfortably, listening and occasionally talking to my dad, sharing stories. Of course, I never go into detail about a lot of things, but I think I’ve told him the things that will give him peace of mind.
Finally, I look at the clock, and frown. “Damn, I gotta go. My uh... ‘flight’s’ leaving in a couple minutes.” My father’s smile falters, and he sighs,
“Ah, well... I uh, hope you have a safe trip back to... Wherever,” he says. I hum, nodding.
“... I’ll be honest, I thought I would regret talking to you. When I thought of trying to make peace with you, I thought you wouldn’t change,” I say. “But... I’m glad I did this... “
“... Anon, will you ever come back?” He asks. I grimace,
“... Probably not. This might be a one-time trip for me,” I say. He sighs. I can see that he’s sad, which surprises me.
“... Could you send postcards? Maybe even pictures?” He asks. I start to say ‘no’, but I stop. I hum in thought.
“... Be right back,” I say. I rummage through my pockets and bring out some money, I place the twenty on the bar. “Here Jerry, keep the change.” I turn to Dad. “Don’t move.” I walk out of the bar, back into the rain. My father blinks in confusion before looking at Jerry, who’s also staring after me in confusion. After a couple minutes, I come back in and hand a paper to my dad. “Here’s a recent picture of me and Whi- er... Wendy,” I say. He takes the picture and looks at the photo. I stand to the left, wearing my usual grey coat and red shirt, putting an arm around an obviously younger woman, who has short, upturned purple bangs, green eyes, and wearing a black jacket with a purple shirt underneath. My expression looks irritated while Whisk looks happy. I silently thank Discord for being able to use his bullshit magic to alter photos when they’re in my world.
“Why, she looks young!” He says in surprise. “How old is she?!”
“Uh, about ten or nine years younger than me,” I say with a bit of embarrassment. “Trust me, I realize how weird it looks too.” My father snickers, patting my back.
“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed,” he says. He smiles at me, with a genuinely happy expression. I almost didn’t recognize him for a second. “... Thank you, Anon.”
“... Your welcome Pops,” I say, stretching, “I’ll send you a card every once in a while. I uh, kinda use a special delivery system, so, just beware, you might see this guy called Discord. He’s weird as hell, but he’ll deliver my letters for you.”
“Uh, okay?” My father responds. I look at the block and grimace.
“Welp, gotta go, hope I’ll see you later one day,” I say. “See ya... Dad... I’m happy you’re a better person.”
“See ya kid, I’m... I’m proud of you,” my father says as I leave. I stop and look at him for moment, but only give a wave behind me as I leave the bar. I hold myself together, feeling all the repressed emotions swirling around me as I walk into an alleyway. The next thing I know, I’m in my living room at Manehatten, Discord is eating the bowls that holds the ice cream I prepared earlier.
“Oh, well done human, well done! Good show, I must say!” Discord says. He breaks off a piece of the bowl and throws it into his mouth, and chews it silently. “You, standing up to your father, oh! What a delightful treat!”
“You’re paying me back for that bowl, right?” I ask in a deadpanned tone.
“Oh, very well, spoil sport,” he says, popping off his claw and sticking it onto the bowl. It morphs into the original shape of the bowl as Discord’s arm regrows. “So, are we done here? I have a wonderful tea party to attend to! You know how I hate making Fluttershy wait,” Discord says. I wave him off, which cues him to squeal in delight before snapping. And just like that, he disappears. I sigh in relief, walking to the couch. I plop down, rubbing my temples. I admit, the anxiety of me confronting my dad was... perplexing, in hindsight, but I’m glad I went through with it. I actually feel a little lighter, after talking to him. I don’t think we really patched things up well enough, if I’m being honest here, but... It’s good enough for me... Now, I feel like I can succeed where he couldn’t, if the time ever comes...
Its happening
that was hearth warming ^^
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I've disliked the story, but only to be able to like it.
Wait, I'm confused. How long has Anon been in Equestria? I thought it was ten, not twenty! Also, is there really a time gap of ten years between when he started smoking and now? It seems like that gap should have only been two to three years.
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I think this is a major time skip. Or, he was missing for ten years while on Earth and then got sucked into Equestria and stayed there for ten years. Though, Annon did say that he disappeared a few months after breaking it off with his Ex GF, so that throws a wrench into that. So major time skip is still the best idea.
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Okay, basically, I forgot to mention the Earth Time Date. Equestria is Ten years behind. Also, I fucked up, because I accidentally said, “ten years” instead of “twenty”.
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Oh, so a year there is two years here. That makes sense.
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Well, no, I just fucked up because I was writing at one in the morning. Time flows normally, it’s just, Equestria’s world is ten years behind. Equestria’s year is 2029, whereas Anon appeared at 2009.
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So, Anon time traveled and went through another dimension? If it's ten years in the past, wouldn't it still just be ten years that he's been gone. Unless it took 5 years Earth time for him to go to Equestria and 5 years to go to Earth.
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No, it’s Discord he talked to for travel. Discord just does whatever he wants, and it’s been shown that he can easily create a portal to Earth, to any time period he wants. Thus, Anon simply asked him to go to Earth, twenty years after he disappeared, to keep relative consistency with his age and how much time passed.
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Oooooh. Okay, now that makes sense. Discord sent him through space and time to go to Earth at a certain point. So if he wanted, he could have gone to Earth five seconds after he left. Gotcha.
This was a nice chapter
If you want the impossible, ask Discord.
That was really bittersweet
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So wait, is Anon in his thirties or forties?
If this chapter was about Anon settling his problem to have kids... eh, I'm not really feeling it. The him having children part, not him resolving his past issues. Especially if its those twins, with how Whiskey was discarding him for them.
Also one thing that seem to have long been unresolved is that most of his "friends" outside his job (mainly ponies), aren't really what I would call friends. Acquaintances sure, but not friends. Them not really taking responsibility for hurting him severed that bond.
This was a nice chapter!
Aww, this is nice.
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For the first thing, he’s in his forties.
For the third thing, I agree, the ones outside his job aren’t really close friends, aside from Derpy and maybe Applejack. He didn’t really call the ponies his friends, he just mentioned how he got better after getting some friends.
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Its more an issue because C&L were his friends once, and the whole lot of them know they were in the wrong but don't really care. That, and its been far too long to just apologize.
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There has been one Chapter where Celestia admits she SNAFU'd.
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Not to Anon she didn't.
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Yeah. She admitted to Whisk. Maybe that's why she doesn't apologize or own up to his face. Because she knows that it's escelated beyond merely apologizing.
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Im still confused... F@ck it, ill say hes been in equestria for ten years. Still doesn't answer my question of how long ago he started smoking.
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It’s simple math. He’s been there for twenty years, the story picks up after the first ten. Then, a couple years later, he starts smoking. I only said ten years because that’s a generalization.
That was touching. In a weird way.
Would you stop being a lazy writer.
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Welp. I did a rain check. Sunday, I got Ballroom snoozing, so that’s a Nopearino. Monday, I’m playing Checkers with my depression, and I hope I can properly use my Rook this time. Tuesday, I’m re-evaluating my life choices. Wednesday, I have a hot date with the five by one by one square feet of oxygen, and I’d hate to miss out on that. Thursday, I have a whole list of nothing to do, which means I’m too busy that day. Friday, I have to pick myself up because depression tends to hit me with a truck. Aaaaaaaand Saturday, I’m starting a marathon on Avatar the last air bender.
In all seriousness, I’m trying.
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Damn. Well if you ever watch it, you'll get what I mean with the banana and how you somehow unexpectedly referenced it.
he went home? NICE!
Awwwww. That's a really nice epilogue chapter, even if it came before the end of the story. Anon tied things up and made up with his asshole dad.
This story is incredible. I love the characters, I love the plot, and I love the lovable asshole that Anon is. I've spent the past few days reading it (between homework assignments), and I haven't been this engrossed or this motivated to continue reading a long story since Fallout: Equestria. This story feels organic in how it isn't afraid to broach topics that everyone else shies away from, such as random events and Princess Celestia not being completely physically invincible. I bet there was a lot of bitching in the comments about that last one, but I decided not to read the comments, because I knew they'd be full of people spouting popular opinions that, if implemented, would damage the creative integrity of the story, all for some cheap upvotes to make themselves feel valid. Sometimes constructive criticism loses its legitimacy and just veers into opinion territory. Sometimes, to write something good, you have to ignore people who don't like it. Kudos.
Keep on truckin', dude. You've got something really good here.
I think the reason I like it so much is because it's OC-driven. Those stories are always pretty great. New characters to get to know and new stories to be told are always nice.
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Thank you. You should try reading the comments, most of them are positive, and make me laugh. To be honest, I really never want to finish this story. The end of it is closer than before, but it’s still a ways away. However, I write this story for one purpose: the fun and entertainment of others. It really makes me happy when I see people like the story, the characters, and just... generally positive. About, three or four years ago, when I started this story, I didn’t have a single thing planned. No backgrounds, no plot, just an average badmouthing guy stamping papers. Every chapter, I’d toss an idea into the air and see how it goes, and it normally does fine (which, I don’t recommend, by the way. Really makes it hard to keep track of details later on), but it’s funny in the sense that I was technically also learning who Anon was.
I won’t go too deep into that at the moment, I plan to pour my heart out later in a blog soon.
Anyway, I am glad you like this. People like you and almost everyone else in the comment sections are the type of people that keep me going.
This short has every aspect of this story I love all wrapped up. Damn do I enjoy this.
Oof this chapter, this fucking chapter, dis fuken guy eh!
10/10 dude. Just an A+
And from now on, canonically I can't not imagine that Anon's dad is Mario.
So Yeah, you did a fantastic job and I kinda teared up a little. Is good seeing this kind of stuff going for the better, it's a little annoying to see the classic "dad will always be an asshole" trope yet you pulled it flawlessly and kinda realistic, or at least I felt that way.
Hope to see more of this because I also went a little m.i.a.
Anyway, hope you are doing great dude
This is actually quite comforting to see for once. Like, it's not sappy, but it's not forcefully tactless. Just the right amount of sass laced with the correct dose of reconciliation.
Though I would like it if he were to not alter the photo. Just have his dad all confused and stuff, seeing his kid with a griffon.
February of 2039 only has 28 days. February of 2040 would be the leap year.