>There’s a rhythmic beeping in your ear.
>Your eyes crack open and you are hit with a splitting headache.
>You’re in a hospital, any moron could figure that out.
>What the fuck.
>What happened last night?... Oh yeah, you got drunk on vodka and almost swapped spit with Rarity.
>You feel a chill go down you spine.
>No more booze for you.
>”Ah you’re up!”
>You look over to the door to see a white mare with pink mane.
And you would be?
>”Nurse Redheart”
Okay, can you tell me what happened.
>”Miss Rarity brought you here, she said that she found you passed out on her floor and you weren’t breathing, she was inebriated so we called a cab to take her home.”
>She pauses and stick a thermometer in  your ear.
>”We thought she had brought in a corpse after we took you in, you were so cold in stiff we were about ready to send you to the morgue, but you’re pulse told us otherwise. “
>Redheart pauses.
>”It’s not every day we have the Spirit of Winter in Ponyville hospital.”
Wait what?  How cold was I?
>The white mare takes a look at you chart.
>”Nurse Hollyhock took your temperature when you first came in; it says your skin temperature was 36.4 degrees and your core was 60.02 degrees”
>Jesus Christ.
So if you knew I’m immortal then why keep me here?
>”Equestrian law dictates that if an unconscious or severely injured patient is brought in, then the hospital has to take care of them until a diagnosis is made or they wake up”
>You don’t even want to try and figure out how healthcare woks here.
So when will I be allowed to leave?
>”Well now that you’re awake I’ll have to get your vitals before you leave.  But first you need to have some breakfast.”
>Nurse Redheart wheels in a small table. On it is a Greek salad without the cheese and two cups of jello.
>Something’s wrong with the jello though... It’s not frozen.

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>After you consume you’re vegetarian breakfast Nurse Redheart take your vitals.
>”According to your records sent to use from Canterlot, everything appears to be normal.”
>You grunt in reply.
>”Looks like you’re good to go Mr. Anonymous”
Thanks.
>You swing your legs over the bed and stand on the warm tile floor

>There's a mirror next to your bed along with a sink.  Looking into it you cringe at what's staring back at you.
>Your hair has become a tangled mess, black bags are forming under your eyes and dirty five o'clock shadow only adds to the mess that is your face.
>Turning the handles of the faucet, cupping your hands under the water you splash your face and begin to scrub your face down.
>The water turns gray after your lather your face with soap washing all the dirt away.
>Normally you'd be a little grossed out at all the grime coming off of you, but all you can really think about is what happened last night.
>The minute you do so before your eyes flashes things you can’t make out accompanied by a loud screech that make your headache return.
>You stumble slightly.
>”Are you alright Mr. Anonymous?”
>You look to your left and see that Redheart has returned with a wheelchair.
Yeah.. just a bit of a head rush.
>You quickly throw off your hospital gown and put on the pair of pants and with sash that Rarity has given you.
>You complacently sit while she wheels you out, your too busy to care, you just want to figure out what exactly happened last night.
>You remember the wine, the Vodka and leaning in to kiss Rarity after that everything just goes blank
>”Here we are, you’re free to go Mr. Anonymous.”
Thanks
>”Have a nice day now.”
Yeah you too.
>Now you’re just a shirtless freak with nothing to do.
>You could go to Twilight’s house and get your jacket so you’d no longer be a shirtless freak...

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>You've decided that you should probably go get your jacket from Twilight.
>You should just let her keep it.
>No.
>It probably stinks.
>We need to get it back.
>It’s probably all stiff and shit.
>We’ll get it washed.
>Don’t do this dude.
>Too late we’re already here.
>You can hear the muffled voices of Twilight and Spike inside.
>Well here goes nothing.
>You give Twilight door a few knock before it opens up.
>It’s Twilight .
>”Oh hi Anon! Where were you last night?”
>You lie.
Hey Twilight, Rarity didn’t have my cloths done, she went to bed after putting these pants together for me, and I just slept on the couch.
>”Oh!  Okay then, so why are you here?”
Well I kind of need my jacket.
>”Of course!  It’s just over here on the rack.”

>Surrounded by s purple aura your jacket is hovered over to.
>"I sewed all the buttons on and mended some of the tears on it."
>You give Twilight a weak smile.
Thanks.
>You turn around but before you can walk off Twilight stop’s you.
>”Anon, what really happened at Rarity’s house last night.”
Nothing.
>”I saw Rarity drag you off to the hospital.  Please Anon I just want to help”
I’m telling you nothing happened.
>”You don’t have to hide anything from me Anon... I really care about you and I don’t want anything bad to happen.”
>Twilight places her hoof on your shoulder.
>When she does this a white light flashes for a split second in front of your eyes accompanied by a loud screech.
>This makes your head hurt again.
Please... Just leave me alone Twilight.
>”Anon please just tell me...”
Leave me alone.
>”Don’t do this.”
Leave-me-alone.
>”Anon-“
LEAVE ME ALONE!!
>You then turn your body into ice and are taken away by a gust of wind you created.
>You sweep up your cloths along with you.
>Your body and you clothes are blown out Twilights sight.
>As you have just stated you need to be alone.
>You don’t care where you go you just want to be alone.

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>You end up landing under a blossoming tree.
>This will do just fine.
>You reform your body and quickly get dressed.  Your naked ass isn't something everyone has not seen before.
>Everything seems gray.  It's not exactly overcast, but everything is still gray.

>Wine, candles, vodka, kiss...
>What happened after that?
>You got the wine, you went upstairs, you got drunk and you almost tonged Rarity... What happened next!?
>Wine, candles, vodka, kiss.
>Wine, candles, vodka, kiss.

>Your head hurts again and there is a slight ringing in your ears.
>Why...
>You were a happy little hermit living in a Yurt, killing wolves and eating caribou and now you're a fucking immortal supernatural being responsible for bringing about winter.
>Maybe some more booze wouldn't be so bad.
>”ANON!!”
>You cringe slightly.  Everything seems so loud.
>”Oh thank Celestia ah found yah! An you wer right under mah nose too!”
>You look up... dull pinke apple blossoms... why didn't you see that before.
Hey AJ.
>”No time to talk, ah need you tah help me clear out some ghosts.”
>Applejack is wearing horseshoes around her neck and a yoke with some weird writing on it
What?
>”Tha Orchard’s haunted!  An since you’re a sprit an all ah thought you could get em ta go away.
>You sigh.
How do you figure it’s haunted?
>Applejack is now an inch away from your face and has now hushed her voice.
>”A few day ago ah was havin mahself a nap under one of the apple trees. “
Mhm.
>”An then out ah nowhere I felt a gust a wind colder than anything I've ever felt.  I woke up all frightened like and then ah heard a ghostly laugh on the wind!”
>Jesus H. Christ.
>”An ever since I’ve been tryin tah chasem away an-
Appljack...
>”Have you seen any ghosts Anon?  Is that a thing that comes with being winte-“
Appljack!
>"I’ll ask questions later, cmon ya need t-"
APPLEJACK!
>”...”
There are no ghosts in the orchard; I just blew some cold air on you for a goof.  You don’t have anything to worry about.
>”Oh...”
>You didn't have to be an ass about it.
S-sorry about that.
>”Well ya should be sorry.  Scarin me like that, now I’ve gotta go calm granny smith and Big Mac down.”
Yeah
>Awkward Silence.
>”What’s wrong sugar cube?”
>Not this shit again again.
Nothing.
>”Ah know somthins wrong, you don have ta worry about tellin me anything Sugarcube”

>You should talk to someone.
>Why?
>Because it’s good for you.
>You sigh as Applejack sits next to you.
It’s, just that... Don’t’ touch me... something happened to me last night...
>You explain everything that happened with Rarity the previous night.
>Applejack is now look long and hard at you.
>”That’s odd... an why don’t you want me touchin you?”
When Twilight touched my shoulder I got a splitting headache and there was a loud ringing in my ears, I told her to leave me alone, and then I yelled at her.
>”Now wha’d ya have ta go and yell at her Anon?"
I don't know.
>”Listen how about we discuss this over a couple of drinks."
>With the how the last set of drinks went.
No thanks.
>”Anon please, you honestly think I’m gonna try an suck face with you?.”
Yes.

>”I’ll be honest with ya, I’ll never try ta do anything with you, ah don’t like you like that”
What element did you say you were?
>”Honesty.”
>You look long and hard into Applejack eyes.
>She doesn't flinch or smile in the slightest.
Alright, I trust you.
>”Alright where do ya wanna go then?”
Don’t know, you decide.
>”how about we go to-“
>”Appljack!”
>From behind both of you, you hear a small voice with a southern drawl to it.
>You look back to see three little filly’s running toward you and Applejack, all wearing the same get up as Applejack
>”Were back from Zecoras house an she gave us this powder to sprinkle around the orchard!”
>”Applebloom, we don need that anymore”
>”What!?  Wha not?”
>”Caus I found out the ghost was O’l Anon here."
>Now all three fillies are looking at you, one being Sweetie Belle
>You give a little wave.
>”Hi Anon!”
Hey Sweetie Belle, how’s your sister doing?
>”She’s sick, she said she has something called a ‘hangover’."
So what’s with the get up?
>”Were trying to Help Applejack"
>All three of them shout in unison.
>”Cutiemark Crusader ghost hunters!”
>You try not to laugh your ass off after hearing this.
>”Anon?  Wait you’re that hoomin everypony was tawkin about a couple month ago?”
>The orange filly interjects.
>”Of course he is, you ever see anything that looks like him?”
>”Well now that ya say it, no”
>Applejack now has her hoof on your shoulder and surprisingly nothing is happing.
>you look over Applejack who is now darting her eyes over in the opposite direction signaling that you two should probably leave.
>”Wait, Rarity said he’s some king of spirit now.”
>”Spririt of wut?”
>”She said winter”
>”So what what does that mean?”
>”*ugh* it mEans he makes winter come”
>The three collectively gasps excitedly.
>Now they are all tugging on your pants as you and Applejack are trying to slip away.
>”Anon! Do you think yoo could heylp us get our Cutiemakrs?”
What?
>”Our Cutie marks!  They represent our special tAlent"
>You look over at applejack who points her hoof to her flank
>It’s a circle of three apple, well no surprise there
I don’t know I've got... special winter things to do... Yeah
>”We can help you!”
>All three of them are now looking up at you
>”Pleeeeease?”
>You look over Applejack who rolls her eyes and nods.
Alright.
>They all cheer.
>”CUITEMARK CRUSADER WINTER SPRITES!!”
>