>You are Anon, and you're suffering amnesia.
>It's not that big of a deal, really.
>It's not like you're wondering the streets asking who you are.
>Matter of fact, you're living pretty comfortably in a giant, crystal castle.
>Twilight was nice enough to let you live with her when she found you, and you try to pay her kindness back by being a good guest.
>You do kitchen work with Spike and help clean the castle.
>You also serve as the princess' personal body-pillow when she needs something warm to lay on while reading.
>Starlight often ends up on top of you, as well, and even Spike has joined the pile on occasion to read comic books.
>You don't mind, and it's all preferable to the first months here.
>The other castle-dwellers has been skittish around you, but did their best to hide it.
>You don't blame them, of course, what with being an alien, and simply worked to show them they didn't need to be afraid.
>You still want to work on gaining the trust of the rest of the town, but Twilight doesn't like you leaving the castle.
>You scare ponies, and she's afraid someone might get hurt in the panic.
>You're saddened by this, but try to ignore it, focusing instead on trying to remember your past.
>The others say they'll help, but they always get fidgety and their promises always end up empty.
>Maybe they just don't know where to start and don't want to disappoint you.
>Regardless, life keeps moving forward uneventfully.
>Until one day, while you and Spike are organizing Twilight's growing library, there's an emergency, and the two mares whisk the dragon away, saying something about his fire being useful.
>You hear ponies outside screaming about a plant-monster, and guess that's why.
>You aren't worried.
>They'll handle it.
>Instead, you go back to work, unpacking book donations and purchases before putting them in piles.
>One box you open, however, doesn't have books.
>It's full of newspapers dating back years.