>"Uh... UH. UHM. Anon!? ANON!!!"
>The cry makes both of your bodies go ice cold
>The look on his face is the exact feeling you have
>One of "oh no"
>"Y... yeah? What's up, Pepperjack?"
>"I... I THINK IT'S STARTING. I-YUP-YEAH-UH HUH-OK IT'S DEFINITELY STARTING!"
>In the span of an hour, your eyes match with Anon and so much information is transferred between you two
>Where do we go
>What do we do
>What are we going to have to clean up
>Do we have enough time?
>Everything as we know it is over
>For some reason you can't explain, you speak the only words that come to mind
"See, if that were me in there right now, I'd at least have a spare towel under me."
>The world turns into a picture book
>Without thought, magic envelopes your bodies
>You springboard off of his aura-covered chest
>As you land, you see Faint Prism nearly crash into the wall
>She's in full gallop but she looks like a statue
>You've never seen anything like it before
>Before you lay both of your eyes on the bathroom door, fifty red-tinted things are highlighted
>Almost every dirty towel ready for laundry
>Inside the bathroom is Jacky
>A hundred things are in the air, all to support her
>The look on her face
>A hint of pure, fever-inducing terror
>She sees you
>She sees Prism
>Her borderline mother figure
>Her closest confidant
>She sees Anon
>The human that ordered her from some sketchy website
>The friend that reunited her with her family
>The man that introduced her to the wider world
>The father of their foal
>Together, you form a mostly functional group
>A gaggle of morons screaming in panic with not a single minute of training or education remembered between them