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- [FoyI - 1]
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- >You sighed as you shut the door to your apartment behind you.
- >Your day was finally over. You'd just gotten off of work.
- >A lovely shift that ended at a timely three in the morning.
- >Full time college didn't leave much in the way of hours for normal jobs.
- >So, needing the money like you did, you took up a job where you could work nights.
- >Shipping and Receiving at a distribution center. Wasn't exactly glamorous, but they were one of the few places nearby that had a shift you could work.
- >At least they paid decent. Well, if you're only counting monetary value.
- >Combine the job with your school, and that left you with maybe four or five hours of sleep a day.
- >You'd been alright at first, but it's slowly starting to affect you.
- >Thinking about your shit sleep routine didn't make it easier to sleep while you could, so you decided to save the debate for after your graduation.
- >In one more year.
- >Fuck.
- >Well, for now you'll settle for the sweet embrace of your pillow.
- >Tossing your backpack to the side, you fell face-first into the blissful comfort that was your bed.
- >Might save time by just falling asleep now, rather than preparing for bed. Why not.
- >You only tossed and turned for a couple of minutes, as your tired body was more than willing to skip the pleasantries and rest.
- >Your mind however...
- >Your mind had other plans for your sleep.
- >Mentally exhausted? Yup.
- >Physically exhausted? Bingo.
- >Made for the perfect target of some fucked up dreams.
- >And so you dreamt.
- >...Almost.
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- >Your opened your eyes to a light much brighter than what you were used to.
- >The hell was going on? Did you leave your light on when you passed out?
- >You sat up in your bed and looked around for your light switch.
- >Normally you'd know just where it was, but you were still groggy.
- >Odd that you woke up before your alarm went off.
- >Typically you beat the thing senseless in an effort to squeeze out any last drops of sleep you could manage.
- >As your eyes adjusted to the bright light, you slowly started to realize that you weren't in your bed.
- >Oh god. Had you wandered into the wrong room?
- >That would be embarrassing.
- >No, someone would've surely woken you up.
- >As you made to stand up, the sudden loss of balance informed you that you were not on your bed as you originally thought.
- >No, you were on your couch.
- >Or rather, someone's couch. Yours wasn't that shade of green.
- >Standing up, you began to think back and try to figure out where you were.
- >You didn't recognize this place. You don't recall ever being here before.
- >As you took in your surroundings, you decided that you must be in the living room of someone's house.
- >Couch, center table, little cupboard thingy that was for decoration more than storage.
- >You spied what you assumed to be the kitchen, seeing as it had tile flooring, and headed in that direction.
- >Once in said kitchen you stretched and popped your back. Must've slept funny cause you were sore as hell.
- >Definitely a kitchen. Fridge, kitchen table, sink, green pony doing dishes.
- >Wait. One of those didn't fit.
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- >Sink? No, that was supposed to be in the kitchen...
- >Oh, right. The green pony.
- >Wait for it.
- >Waaaaiiiit for it.
- >There's the recognition! Yup, must be an alien.
- >You're fucked.
- >You begin to back away slowly, planning out where you're going to hide, when you bump into a chair at the table.
- >The chair must've been crafted by Satan, as it didn't stop at disclosing your location to all within earshot.
- >No, it immobilized you by catching your leg. You swear you heard laughter come from its direction as you fell backwards.
- >Landing on your ass with a significant crash, the green pony stopped whatever it was it was doing, and turned to look at you.
- >Not just a green pony, but a green unicorn. Magic in this shit?
- >Great, you're royally fucked.
- >You both stare at each other for what seems like eternity. For all your staring, you could only manage to think about how cute the damn thing was.
- >Golden eyes, green coat, and what you could only describe as a minty mane and tail.
- >Your butt began to hurt however, reminding you that you did not intend to wind up in that position.
- >As you stood up however, the green pony screamed in terror and bolted right over you.
- >Resuming the process of standing once more, you succeeded in obtaining the fabled vertical position.
- >Alright, you're either crazy or having some really fucked up dream.
- >Either way, you don't have much else to do. Fuck it. Might as well attempt first contact with crazy mint pony.
- >Now, where did it go?
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- >You made your way back into the living room, looking over it quickly.
- >There weren't many opportunities for the mouthwash pony to blend in, so you moved on after not spotting the strange creature.
- >The only other doorway led you to a hallway.
- >This pony must not be very bright, as it was staring down the hallway from a door that was cracked open.
- >Once the two of you locked eyes again, it squeaked in terror and slammed the door.
- >How the hell does it even work a knob with hooves?
- >Maybe it uses magic. Is a unicorn and all.
- >Unicorns use magic, right? Maybe?
- >Eh, fuck it. Details. Might as well enjoy your lapse into insanity, dream or otherwise.
- >You knocked on the door a couple times. Was it even intelligent?
- >It is now. Your twisted reality, your thoughts are law!
- >If your thoughts are law, why the hell are you being polite and knocking?
- >Good to know your manners didn't go out the window when you dipped into the deep end, you suppose.
- >Maybe you're the nice crazy guy at the asylum?
- >You'd have chats with the nurses about nothing and everything, read books backwards, and eat Legos when you could get away with it.
- >The cool crazy guy that everyone wanted to talk with because you were just that far out there.
- >That sort of thing.
- >Or you could be the guy that was planning his escape using spoons and the medication supplied to you by the staff.
- >Either way, you're still the crazy guy. Insanity is fun!
- >You knocked on the door again, hoping for a diplomatic response.
- >Much to your surprise, it opened.
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- >You got a diplomatic response all right; A response equivalent to a declaration of war.
- >As you ducked to avoid the first pillow turned meteorite, the second hit you square in the jaw.
- >Seeing as it was a pillow, it quickly fell to the floor leaving you to stare at the minty looking unicorn.
- >It was terrified and searching the room for another object to weaponize. With your luck, it won't be something as soft as a pillow next.
- "Woah, hey now--"
- >"YOU CAN TALK!?"
- "YOU CAN TALK?"
- >You both froze in time at the realization that yes, as a matter of fact, you could both talk.
- >If you're crazy, why is this a shock to you? Shouldn't you be rolling with it right about now?
- >You slowly reclaimed your upright position and decided to try and break the ice.
- "My name is Anonymous. What's yo--"
- >"WHAT ARE YOU?"
- >Well, it's talking. Sounds like a girl, too.
- "I'm... a human?"
- >"What's a human?!"
- "Uhhh... me?"
- >"How did you get in my house!? Why are you in my house!?"
- "I don't know, and I don't know. I just woke up here and... yeah. So uh, good morning?"
- >The green unicorn looked you over, fear still etched in her face.
- >Seeing as you'd likely petrified her, you decided to act nice and slow.
- >You took a few steps back, shut the door, and walked back to the couch you'd woken up on.
- >Maybe if you go to sleep on the couch, you'll wake up from this dream back in your apartment?
- >Worth a shot, right?
- >This is one rollercoaster of a dream you're more than ready to remove yourself from.
- >Especially if you're going to be targeted by murderous pillows or other furniture items.
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- >You sat down on the green couch and tried to wrap your mind around what exactly was going on.
- >Go to sleep, wake up in a house with a mouthwash colored pony.
- >Nope, no logic.
- >Well, there was logic, but it was dream logic or some shit.
- >Might as well play by the strange rules. If you go to sleep in your dream, you should wake up for real, right?
- >Worth a shot anyways.
- >You lay down on the couch, closed your eyes, and attempted to let your worry melt away.
- >After what felt like a minute or so, you opened your eyes again for a reality check.
- >Much to your surprise, you found yourself in your room once more.
- >Light was still on, body still sore, still wearing the same thing you passed out in, and only an hour or so before you had to be at class.
- >Yup, time still has no fucks to give regarding your sleep schedule.
- >At least you can relax a little knowing it was just a fucked up dream.
- >Shaking your head, you decided you might as well get up and get ready for class. No sense trying to milk a thirty minute nap after that ordeal.
- >Besides, you'll probably only wake up tired.
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- >As you sat down for your second class of the day, you could already feel the lack of sleep nibbling at your conscience.
- >Your professor was babbling on about something or other, you weren't really paying attention at this point.
- >More, you were hoping you weren't making snoring sounds than anything.
- >You shook off sleep's sneaky grip a couple times, managing to only nod off once or twice during the class.
- >Maybe... Maybe you could call in sick?
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- >Could be worth a shot, right?
- >Huh, a full night's sleep...
- >That'd really fuck your sleep schedule to hell and back, wouldn't it?
- >You were snapped back to reality as you noticed other students standing and making to leave.
- >Apparently the class was over.
- >You sighed and began putting things back into your backpack, thinking of some measly little disease or ailment you could blame for not being at work.
- >If you called in and said you had the runs or something, surely they wouldn't question you.
- >Would that be a legitimate excuse to call in sick though? Better do some research first. Maybe you can find some obscure disease that died off in the 1800's or something.
- >So long as it sounds legitimate, you should be alright.
- >You finished putting your things away, slung the backpack over your shoulder and headed out the door to your next class.
- >The rest of your day went off relatively smooth, until you were a few classes away from completing your academic requirements for this hell of a day.
- >Why? Well, it could have something to do with the pony from your dream looking at you from across the room.
- >Seeing as this was a calculus class, you were already not paying any sort of attention; add a hallucination to that equation, and you have yourself not learning shit today.
- >You stared at the mouthwash pony throughout the entire class, and she stared right back.
- >Definitely a hallucination, seeing as none of your classmates cared to point out a unicorn in the room.
- >Yup, definitely time to call in sick. Whatever it is you've got, sleep deprivation isn't helping.
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- >The sudden outburst of motion signaled to you that it was time to move on to your last class of the day.
- >Whatever it was, you weren't really concerned with at the moment. Your body knew where you needed to go, so you let it lead the way.
- >If there's anything you can do to make the hallucination go away faster, it's probably best to just ignore it.
- >Taking a brief detour, you stopped by a bathroom to wash your face with water. Maybe it'll wake you up a bit more.
- >As you splashed a third dose of cool water onto your face, you heard an eerily familiar voice.
- >"It's... It's Anonymous, right?"
- >You stood slowly, letting the water drip off of your face as you turned to locate the source of the voice.
- >Yup, your hallucination had started talking to you.
- >Just ignore it and carry on; you'll be fine after calling in sick and getting a good night's sleep.
- >You started your trek to your final class of the day, only to be stopped once again by the hallucination speaking.
- >"Hey, alien, I'm over here."
- >You stopped walking and turned to look at her.
- "You're just a hallucination. Please leave me alone, I just want to get through today as fast as possible and get some sleep."
- >Considering you were talking to a hallucination of a minty green unicorn, you probably needed the sleep.
- >"Hey! I'm no hallucination! You attacked me in my house, remember!?"
- "Hey now, I didn't do shit to you! I just woke up and--"
- >"Exactly! I went to sleep, and woke up here!"
- >Well, fuck.
- >Either this is one elaborate hallucination, or you're in for one hell of a night.
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- >What do you do?
- >Do you just hope this is a result of blatant sleep deprivation and ignore it?
- >Should you try and help it?
- >What the ever loving fuck do you do?
- "Why do you have to bother me NOW of all times? Couldn't you wait until I was asleep? That's what you did last time!"
- >"YOU barged in on ME! I was minding my own business making lunch, when you just waltzed into my home!"
- "I told you, I didn't waltz into your house, I woke up there!"
- >The absurdity of this conversation was beginning to show, as you were getting cautious and concerned glances from your classmates wandering the halls.
- >"And I'm telling you, I woke up HERE!"
- >You put your hands on your face in defeat. She's obviously not going away any time soon.
- "Listen; just stay quiet until I finish this class. I need to focus, and having a minty green unicorn distracting me won't help."
- >"Well how long's the class? Can't you skip it? I need your help! No one here can see me except you!"
- "Oh? And just how did you come to that conclusion?"
- >"I followed you into that little room and three other... uhh..."
- "Humans?"
- >"Yeah! Three other humans walked through me! It was creepy."
- "And waking up in an alien world isn't creepy?"
- >"I just figured I was dreaming at first!"
- "Just what makes you think you're not dreaming?"
- >"I'm holding a conversation with you, for one; two, I haven't ever had a dream like this before; and finally, I've never seen anything like this place before!"
- >Great. You would stay and ponder the curiosities of what was going on, but you needed to get to class.
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- "Alright fine. I'm taking a shot in the dark and saying you’re not some hallucination. Just stay quiet until this class is over, and we'll go from there, alright?"
- >She nodded her agreement and followed you to your class.
- >Having physics as the last class in a long schedule didn't help your grades any; having a minty unicorn wander around that only you could see wasn't doing anything to improve the situation.
- >She would wander around looking at your classmates and the work on their respective desks.
- >Easy enough to ignore after she continued doing so for the first five minutes of class.
- >You took your notes, paying as much attention as possible to the professor while trying to not fall asleep or think about the mint pony.
- >Simple task, until you caught sight of what she'd taken to doing now. She would wander around and try to interact with your classmates now.
- >Making funny faces at them, putting her hoof through them, laying on their work on their desks.
- >Strange that she was affected by things like tables and furniture, but not paper or humans.
- >Why couldn't she just walk through walls or something like that?
- >The curious glances your classmates started to give you were reminding you that only you could see the pony.
- >As you once more resumed attempting to ignore the unicorn and take notes, you were relieved to find that she'd settled down a bit and was sitting next to you.
- >Maybe she was going to be a nice hallucination?
- >Long shot, but you can hope. At least she can't weaponize pillows on you. Or if she can, she hasn't so far.
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- >It is kind of weird being on the other side of your dream.
- >So this is what it was like to be her?
- >Have some alien not just up and appear in your world, but try and talk to you while you go about trying to do your shit?
- >At least you weren't trying to beat her with furniture like she was you.
- >The class had reached its end, signified once more by the sudden uproar of motion around you.
- >"So, is it over? Is the class over? You can help me now, right?"
- >You didn't want to talk to her right now, as there were still plenty of people around to call you batshits insane.
- >Trying to be discreet, you put your finger to your lips and motioned for her to follow you.
- >She got the message and quietly followed you all the way back to your apartment.
- >Not a terribly long walk, but long enough to let your brain and body to remind you of how desperately you needed sleep.
- >Soon you were back in your small apartment, safe to confront the hallucination alien that had been following you around for a couple hours now.
- >The moment you were both inside and the door was shut, she began her stream of questions.
- >"So how did you get back? Do you know what's going on? How do--"
- "Woah now, slow down. I don't even know your name."
- >"What?"
- "Your name. Remember, you asked me mine but I never got a chance to ask you yours."
- >"Oh... Right... Well, my name is Lyra. Lyra Heartstrings."
- "Now that that's out of the way, we can hopefully try to figure something out."
- >"Like what's going on?"
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- "Exactly. Going on the long shot that this isn't some elaborate hallucination, it would seem that I got pulled to your world when I went to sleep."
- >"And that I got pulled to yours..."
- "Looks that way."
- >"So... How did you get back?"
- "I figured it was a dream and tried to wake myself up by going to sleep."
- >"By doing what?"
- "Going to sleep."
- >"Going to sleep in a dream is how you wake up from it? That's... weird."
- "Call it what you want, it worked for me."
- >You cast a glance to your alarm clock, and decided that now was as good a time as any.
- "Listen, can you stay quiet for a minute or two?"
- >"What, why?"
- "I've got to make a call."
- >"A call?"
- "Yeah, you know, telephone call?"
- >The blank stare she was giving you made it apparent that she did not, in fact, know what the hell you were talking about.
- "Listen just stay quiet for like five minutes, alright?"
- >"Alright..."
- "Just hop up on the couch or something. Might as well make yourself at home."
- >"Really? You'd trust me like that?"
- "I don't plan on weaponizing pillows on you if that's what you’re asking."
- >Her ears drooped as she made her way over to your couch, silently taking a sitting position.
- >She seemed to gather that you were still sore about the whole ordeal.
- >Fair assessment, if that's what she thought. Not your biggest concern right now though.
- >Right now you have to make a very convincing call to your manager that'll hopefully get you some time off tonight.
- >You weren't exactly lying when you said you were feeling under the weather anyways, no need to be nervous or anything.
- >Just don't mention the minty unicorn in your living room, and you'll be alright.
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- >After a thankfully uneventful phone call, you'd convinced your boss to let you stay home this shift.
- >Lyra was sitting on your couch looking pitiful; probably due to the weponized pillow remark you'd given her earlier.
- >Provided she wasn't some figment of your sleep deprived imagination.
- >After you'd stopped talking on the phone, she decided that now was the opportune time to speak.
- >"Hey, I'm sorry about the whole freaking out thing... I was just really scared..."
- "Listen, it's no big deal. I can't say I wouldn't have done something similar had you popped into my reality first."
- >She still looked like she felt bad, but there wasn't much more you could do about it.
- "Why don't we focus on getting you back home, hmm? I could use some sleep, and I'd bet you didn't intend to be here when you went to bed."
- >"Heh, not exactly..."
- "Alright. So, if going to sleep worked for me, I'd take a shot in the dark and say it'd work for you."
- >"You think so?"
- "Well what else are we gonna try?"
- >"Good point."
- "Go on then, go to sleep."
- >"I can't just sleep on command!"
- "You've got to be tired; you came here after laying down."
- >"I guess I am still kinda tired..."
- "Then just lie down and close your eyes."
- >"Do... Do you have a bed or something? This couch isn't very comfortable..."
- >Might as well.
- "Yeah, follow me."
- >Not to say that she couldn't find your bedroom on her own in your little apartment, but might as well lead her the way.
- >After she was curled up on your bed, you decided that you wouldn't like someone watching over you while you tried to fall asleep either.
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- "Alright, I'll be on the couch if you need something. I'll check back in a couple minutes."
- >She nodded her understanding and closed her eyes as you quietly shut the door to your bedroom.
- >Sitting down on the couch, you began to try and decipher if this was a result of sleep deprivation or if you were legitimately going insane.
- >If you were to go insane, would you ever be able to tell?
- >Shuddering at the thought, you decided you'd give Lyra fifteen or so minutes before you went and checked on her.
- >When you opened your eyes next, you were in a dark room.
- >Did someone turn the lights out in your apartment?
- >As you were pondering just where you were, a door opened, lights flicked on, and you heard steps as someone entered.
- >Sitting up, you watched as a pony with dark hair and a grey coat let out a sigh and put some bags on the floor of the room.
- >She went about her business, apparently completely oblivious to your presence.
- >What looked like groceries were being put away, as the realization hit you that you must be dreaming again; meaning you probably fell asleep on the couch.
- >Fuck. Wonder if Lyra made it back?
- >Before you had time to ponder the answer to that question, you noticed the grey pony looking you over.
- >"And just what, pray tell, are you doing in my apartment?"
- "I--"
- >"Never mind. I don't want to know what horrid fantasies Vinyl had planned with you. Please collect yourself and be on your way."
- "You're... you're not freaked out by me?"
- >"Of course not. You poor minotaur, surely you're aware that you're not Vinyl's first experiment?"
- "Minotaur?"
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- >"Please don't play games with me; I'm not particularly in the mood."
- "I'm not playing games, and I'm not a minotaur."
- >"Sweet Celestia, did Vinyl drug you? I've noticed she's been getting more daring with her fantasies, but that's a bit far even for her."
- "Who is Vinyl? And no, I don't recall getting drugged."
- >"Would you recall getting drugged? What do you mean 'who is Vinyl'? She's the pony that gave you the key to our apartment."
- "I don't have a key, and I've never met Vinyl. Prior to the other day, I was sure I was going mad."
- >"If you're not here to meet Vinyl; why are you here and how did you get in?"
- "I don't know, and I don't know. Same thing happened last time I went to sleep, except I woke up in another house."
- >"Oh? And do you have any proof of this, or should I get security now?"
- "Do you know a pony named Lyra Heartstrings?"
- >"Lyra? Why yes, of course. We're in the same orchestra, why?"
- "I woke up in her house last time. It's a long story."
- >"I'm sure. If you leave now, I'll forget this incident ever happened, and we can both get on with our lives."
- >Seeing as there was no way she was going to believe you, you might as well try and find out if Lyra made it back.
- "Alright fine, we'll do this your way. Can you at least point me in the direction of Lyra's house?"
- >"I will not. Please leave before I'm forced to get security."
- >Not needing another hint, you made your way out of the apartment as quickly as possible.
- >Heading for what you hoped to be the end of the hall, you turned a corner to find another pony.
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- >Bracing yourself for the inevitable impact, you peeked through your tiring arms when it never came.
- >Looking around, you found the same pony walking along as though nothing happened.
- >Are you going to have the same limitations as Lyra did in your world? Only able to interact with her?
- >Obviously not, seeing as that other pony could see and hear you.
- >Realizing this, you formulated an idea.
- >She might be able to help you, but you needed to prove to her that you needed her help, and that you weren't here for some 'Vinyl' character.
- >You made your way back to the apartment, knocked on the door, and waited for a response.
- >Hearing an annoyed groan, you waited for the door to open to make your move.
- >As soon as the door had opened, you pushed your way inside, and sat back down on the couch you'd woken up on.
- >"Do you mind?"
- "Not at all. Now, I need your help--"
- >"No, you need to leave. I thought I made it clear that I would get security if you didn't?"
- "That you did. Go ahead, get security. I'm not leaving until you hear me out."
- >"Very well, have it your way" she said as she left the apartment.
- >Part of you was worried that this wouldn't work, or that the guards would see you.
- >On the other hand, you really wanted to get it through her head that you're not some kind of prostitute minotaur.
- >A few moments later, she returned with two other ponies.
- >"Please remove him from my apartment" she said, pointing to you.
- >The guards looked at each other, looked at you, then to the grey pony.
- >"Listen lady, we don't take too well to pranks. Don't pull this again."
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- >The grey pony was dumbstruck as the two other ponies left, leaving you alone with her once more.
- "Now will you listen?"
- >"What... what did you do? Is this some sort of twisted prank by Vinyl?"
- "For the last time, I don't know anyone named Vinyl! I've only met one other talking horse, and her name was Lyra!"
- >The grey pony sighed in frustration before shutting the door behind herself as she re-entered her apartment.
- >"Very well. I'll play along if it'll mean I can get you out of my hair and get some decent sleep."
- "Believe me, I want nothing more than to have a nice quality nap; but so far, every time I do, I wake up in a world of talking horses."
- >"First off, I'm a pony, not a horse; secondly, why can only myself and apparently Lyra see you?"
- "I wish I knew. I'm Anonymous, by the way."
- >"My name is Octavia. Now, you said you've done this before?"
- "Not intentionally, but yeah. It's happened at least once before."
- >"And just how did you get back to wherever you're from?"
- "I went to sleep."
- >"Then please, by all means, go to sleep so that I might go to sleep."
- >You nodded your agreement as you lie down on the couch and shut your eyes.
- >Normally you'd be a bit put off from sleeping knowing that someone else, let alone a talking pony was watching you sleep; but your desire to sleep was great.
- >The next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your apartment on your couch; back hurting and all.
- >How long you'd been asleep, you didn't know.
- >You shrugged off the strange dream to a tired mind, stood up, and made your way to your bedroom.
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- >Maybe it had something to do with not dressing properly and sleeping in your bed?
- >At this point, you'll try anything.
- >Thankfully, it seemed that Lyra had made it back to her world as you'd yet to see neither head nor tail of her.
- >After prepping yourself for bed and shutting off all the lights in your apartment, you welcomed the sweet embrace of your soft pillow and warm blankets.
- >Trying desperately to fall asleep as quickly as you had just done in your dream, you tried to think yourself to sleep.
- >Of course, the first thing your mind brought up was sleep, and that thinking of sleeping actually pushed sleep farther away.
- >The mind certainly is a wonder; shame yours seems to want to kill itself by not resting.
- >You really do need to rethink your schedule, there's no way you can keep functioning like this.
- >Well, there is, but you'd rather not go down that road.
- >Maybe you can drop a class or request extra hours?
- >At this point, you'd be willing to go through another year of class if it meant you'd get a good night's sleep every night.
- >Eventually you'll either pass out or go crazy; either of which would be accepted greatly at this point.
- >Your mind needed to rest or go all out, and your body was tired of playing the guessing game.
- >One way or another, you'd stop worrying about sleep if you didn't get any soon.
- >Just as you were dozing off however, the lights in your bedroom flicked on.
- >Groaning at the interruption of sleep once more, you looked around to find out what had caused the lights to switch on.
- >Didn't take long to find a grey pony with dark hair standing in your doorway.
- >"You've got to be kidding me."
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- "Great. Just great. My dreams are going to haunt me now, is that it?"
- >"You're still babbling about your dreams? I thought I got rid of you when you disappeared! Why won't you just leave me alone?!"
- "I would like nothing more."
- >"Then please get out of my apartment!"
- "Your apartment? This is my apartment."
- >"Are you really going to play that game with me? You're as bad as Vinyl. Fine, so be it. I'll skip the waiting and go get security now."
- >You almost stopped her before you realized she thought she was still back at her place.
- >Eh, this outta be fun.
- >When you heard the door open and shut, you got out of bed and went to sit on the couch.
- >Sure you wanted sleep, but you equally wanted to see her face when you were proved right.
- >A minute goes by, and you're starting to nod off.
- >Just as the sweet hint of sleep starts to tease you though, the door to your apartment whips open.
- >The grey pony ran inside, shut the door behind her, and braced her back against it.
- >You laughed to yourself as reality finally set in on Octavia.
- >"What... where... where am I? WHERE HAVE YOU TAKEN ME?!"
- "Woah woah woah, I didn't take you anywhere. I was trying to sl--"
- >"Do not lie to me! This is obviously a result of your doing! Where are we, Tartarus?!"
- "Tartarus? Where's that?"
- >"So you're going to play games with me, is that it?!"
- "Listen, you're in my world now, whether either of us like it or not."
- >"When I find Vinyl I'm going to KILL HER!"
- >Again with this Vinyl character?
- >She's clearly convinced you're conspiring with this Vinyl; to the point that she's not willing to listen to reason.
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- "Octavia listen, just--"
- >"DO NOT SPEAK TO ME, HEATHEN!"
- "Alright, have it your way. I'm going to go sleep."
- >You rose from your position on the couch and made your way back to your room, turning out the lights in preparation for round two of attempted sleep.
- >Finally finding yourself in a comfortable position, you felt sleeps sweet embrace begin to tickle at your mind.
- >Right before something crashed to the ground in your kitchen.
- >Sighing, you got out of bed and headed to the source of the noise.
- >What you found was Octavia going through your kitchen cupboards, apparently in a frenzy to find something.
- "Dare I ask what, exactly, it is you're looking for?"
- >She popped her head out from the cupboard she was currently raiding, her mental state reflected by her unkempt mane.
- >"What am I looking for? I'm looking for something to help me get out of here!"
- "...In my kitchen?"
- >She looked from you, to the cupboard, back to you, and back to the cupboard before resuming the raid.
- >"I wouldn't expect someone of your nature to understand."
- "My nature? What's that supposed to mean?"
- >"Anyone that can be bought so easily can't be trusted, of course!"
- "Bought? Who bought me?"
- >"Don't toy with me, we both know you're working for Vinyl."
- >She popped her head out of the cupboard, an eerie look of realization working its way across her face.
- >"That's it, isn't it? This is some twisted game that she gets who knows what carnal pleasure out of, isn't it?!"
- "Uuuuhhh...."
- >"I KNEW IT! Vinyl, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!"
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- "Listen, Octavia--"
- >"I WANT OUT OF THIS RIGHT NOW, VINYL!"
- "Octavia--"
- >"WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, I'M GOING TO END YOU VINYL! DO YOU HEAR ME? END YOU!"
- "OCTAVIA!"
- >That got her attention.
- >"What do you want, minotaur?!"
- "First off, I'm a human, not some 'minotaur.' Second, I haven't met this 'Vinyl' character. Ever."
- >"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME!"
- "All I want to do is get a good night’s sleep. Why on Earth would I kidnap you if I wanted to sleep?"
- >"I DON'T KNOW, WHY WOULD YOU?! WHY IS VINYL MAKING ME PLAY THIS STUPID GAME WITH YOU!?"
- "For fucks sake, I don't know Vinyl!"
- >"STOP LYING!"
- >You sighed. This was going nowhere.
- "You know what, fuck it. Believe what you want, just keep quiet about it. I'm going to get some sleep. I'd suggest you do the same."
- >She cocked her head at you.
- >"Sleep? Here? Now?"
- "Well, yeah. You've already made yourself at home."
- >"That's just what she wants, isn't it?! She wants to catch me off guard!"
- >The sound of your hand making contact with your face echoed through the small apartment.
- >"Well that just won't happen! I'm not going to sleep!"
- >As you dragged your hand off of your face, the look on her face confirmed what you already suspected.
- >Yup, she'd lost it. Stress of being somewhere completely alien while trying to make sense of it must've finally gotten to her.
- "Fine. Knock yourself out. I'm going to sleep."
- >You left her to her own devices, making sure to lock your bedroom door as you prepared for the knockout round of sleep.
- >No more games, it's time for serious sleep.
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- >You could only hope.
- >At this point, sleep was a wild fantasy; Octavia's wailing in your kitchen only served to accent that.
- >You just couldn't win, could you?
- >As you lay in your bed staring at the ceiling fan, you tried and tried to make her wails background noise.
- >You had little success.
- >After what seemed like days, you looked over to your alarm clock to find that it had only been a couple of hours.
- >As you came to terms with yet another sleepless night, you noticed the wailing start to die off.
- >Growing excited by the fact that you may actually get some peace and quiet, you quickly shut your eyes in eager anticipation of sleep.
- >Only to be rewarded with a banging on your door.
- >"Minotaur!"
- >More banging against your bedroom door.
- >"MINOTAUR!"
- "...yes, Octavia?"
- >"I demand water!"
- "You should know where the glasses are by now; you've probably gone through most of my kitchen."
- >"Perhaps... perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement?"
- >What? Was she finally going to listen to reason?
- >You slowly made your way out of bed and over to the door.
- "What kind of agreement did you have in mind?"
- >"You give me a glass of water, and I'll keep quiet so you can sleep..."
- "Really? What made you come to that decision?"
- >"...I'm really thirsty..."
- >Might as well take her up on the offer; if she's quiet, you might actually be able to sleep.
- >You unlock and crack open the door. She's not armed, and appears to be sincere so far.
- >Could still be a trap. Seeing as you're already up, might as well go along with it.
- "Alright, deal."
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- >You led her to your kitchen, and proceeded to fix her a glass of water.
- >Setting it on the table, you began to ponder how exactly she intended to hold it.
- >She stood on her hind legs, reached over and grabbed the cup with one hoof, using the other to steady herself against the counter.
- >As your tired mind began to attempt to process just how she was doing that; your body reminded you that you were going to be sleeping soon, one way or another.
- >In an effort to catch yourself from falling, you reached out to the nearest stable object.
- >That just so happened to be Octavia.
- >She'd just set the glass back on the counter when your full weight caught the both of you, letting gravity take over and pull you to a horizontal position.
- >The combination of falling down and Octavia landing on top of you knocked the wind out of you.
- >As the two of you lay there dazed and confused, you began to return to a normal rate of breathing.
- >Sitting yourself up, you took to checking over Octavia for any serious injury.
- >"Wha... what are you doing?"
- >Nope, still functioning fine, it would seem.
- >You pushed her off of your lap, thus allowing you to reacquire your vertical position.
- "Alright now, we made a deal."
- >"Why did you knock me over?"
- "That was an accident. I'm very tired, seeing as I've gotten little to no sleep over the past two days."
- >She looked over your form in silence.
- "Now, you gonna honor your part of the deal or what?"
- >She nodded silently; apparently your physical appearance was somewhat... sobering.
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- >She sighed.
- >"I am a lady of my word, Anonymous. I made you a promise, I intend to keep it."
- "Good."
- >"Perhaps... perhaps I haven't been most agreeable recently..."
- "That's one way to put it."
- >"Then would you allow me to make it up to you, somehow? Even if this is a ruse of Vinyl's, that's no excuse for me to behave the way I have."
- "Well make it fast, I'd like to actually sleep rather than just talk about it."
- >"Then perhaps I could fix you something to help you sleep? A warm drink?"
- "Okay, sure. Why not."
- >"Excellent. Erm... what do you like to drink? Coco? Warm milk?"
- >She grimaced before suggesting the last option, "Coffee?"
- >You chuckled a little. Coffee? When trying to sleep?
- "Octavia, who do you know that drinks Coffee when trying to go to sleep?"
- >She opened her mouth to respond, but you cut her off.
- "Wait, let me guess: Vinyl?"
- >She nodded.
- "That's what I thought. This Vinyl character doesn't sound like someone I want to meet."
- >She remained silent, apparently still not entirely convinced that this wasn't all some master prank.
- "Well, how about some tea?"
- >Her dumbfounded expression told you she wasn't expecting that answer.
- >"T-tea? You drink... tea?"
- "Sure. Not all the time, but it's better than coffee."
- >"I... I wasn't expecting that. No matter, I shall fix some tea. Tell me, where is your kettle?"
- "I don't have a kettle, Octavia. I have a coffee machine."
- >"But I thought you didn't--"
- "I don't; but it warms the water up all the same."
- >She looked over your in confusion.
- >"You are a strange creature, Anonymous."
- "Says the talking horse."
- >"I'm not a--"
- "Yeah, yeah, pony. Same difference."
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- >She mumbled something under her breath that you didn't bother to try and catch, and turned to face what was left of your kitchen.
- >"So, where is this coffee machine?"
- >You went and pulled the thing out of the sink that it'd been knocked into, setting it on the counter where it belonged.
- >Octavia eyed the conglomeration of plastic with a studying gaze.
- >"This device heats water?"
- "Yeah."
- >She poked at it with a hoof, causing the pot to shift from its perch on the warming plate.
- >Taking the pot in her hoof, she managed to scoot over to the sink and fill it up with water.
- >The longer you stared at her hoof holding the pot, the more your brain hurt.
- >When you noticed she was making to put the pot on the stove, you intervened. That was your only coffee pot.
- "Octavia, what are you doing?"
- >"I'm warming the water, obviously. That puny device may work for you, but tea needs to be prepared properly."
- >You snatched the pot from her before she could turn on the stove.
- "That's all well and good," you said, placing the pot back into the machine and turning it on.
- "But you would've broken the pot had you used the stove."
- >She was definitely suspicious, but didn't try and argue with you.
- >"Very well. Where is your tea?"
- >You reached into one of the upper cupboards and pulled out the Russian spiced tea mix.
- >She took a whiff of it once you popped the top off, rearing back in disgust.
- >"That... that's tea?"
- "Yeah. Say what you want, I like it."
- >The coffee machine beeped about that time, signaling that it was no longer a good idea to touch the warming pad.
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- >"The water is warm already?"
- "Not exactly, but it's not a good idea to touch the plate either."
- >"How much longer until it's warm enough to use for tea?"
- "Probably another couple minutes or so."
- >She resigned herself to wandering about your kitchen.
- "Anything in particular you're looking for?"
- >"Well, seeing as I can't find a way out, I suppose I'll try and find some drinking glasses."
- >You decided to let her try and be helpful while you quietly retrieved two cups from a cupboard no too far from your current position.
- >After a bit of frustrated rummaging, she finally gave up with an annoyed groan.
- >When she looked back to you and realized you'd already gotten the cups, she was less than enthusiastic.
- >After the coffee pot had beeped for the second time and the water was sufficiently warm, you poured yourself and Octavia some tea.
- >She was hesitant to try the concoction, but powered on anyway; no doubt she was trying to seem less impolite than her prior behavior.
- "You don't have to drink it if you don't want to, Octavia. I'm the one trying to get some sleep, not you."
- >She shot you a look that was some mixture of annoyance and confusion before bringing the drink to her lips.
- >She coughed down the first sip, setting the cup down.
- >You chuckled to yourself, letting the warm liquid wash down your throat.
- >The warming sensation that followed was very relaxing, seeming to allude that the drink was serving its purpose.
- >Once you'd finished your cup, you rinsed it out and waited for Octavia to give up.
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- >To your surprise, she picked up the cup again and took another sip.
- >Cringing only for a second, she paused for a moment.
- >"This... Isn't as bad as I thought."
- >She continued sipping the tea.
- "Glad you think so. Easy enough to make, so drink what you want; I'm going to bed."
- >She pulled the cup from her lips and nodded.
- >Once you'd turned your back to her, it dawned on you that you were about to sleep.
- >Actually, legitimately sleep.
- >The thought alone would've been orgasmic had you not been so tired.
- >The journey to your room was shorter than you were expecting, but you didn't complain.
- >After locking your bedroom door, you didn't bother removing your clothes and promptly landed on your bed.
- >Sleep's sweet embrace was swift and soothing.
- >It had been so long that your brain didn't know how to react, so it decided to try out some crazy dreams.
- >You were at your apartment, talking with the mint pony about something.
- >You didn't really care what it was, but you did notice that you weren't tired.
- >In fact, you were rather enthusiastic in that particular conversation.
- >More so than you'd been in a while.
- >There was some music playing from sources unknown, but you ignored it.
- >You were more interested in the conversation.
- >Even more interesting was the fact that Octavia had just entered the room.
- >Being a dream, you heard none of the conversation; only barely aware that there was conversing occurring.
- >You seemed happy in your dream; which struck you as strange considering you were talking with pastel colored ponies.
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- >It occurred to you that while you'd only been visited twice thus far, it'd always been by one pony.
- >You'd never had more than one visit you at the same time.
- >At least, so far.
- >Whatever. Enjoy the dream; it's a sign.
- >A sign that your body is finally recovering from the taxing past couple of days.
- >The more you tried to focus on the conversation, the more you noticed something.
- >The music was getting louder.
- >You shrugged it off and decided to take in the surrounding of your dream.
- >Typical apartment; but there were some changes.
- >The kitchen was no longer a disaster zone, and there were some new additions to your living room.
- >Namely a couple of easy chairs.
- >The green pony, what was her name... Lyra? Yeah. Lyra.
- >She was curled up in one of the chairs while Octavia was sitting...
- >It looked odd for a hor-- pony. It looked odd for a pony to sit like that, but whatever.
- >The conversation was lighthearted it seemed, but the music never stopped.
- >In fact, you were finding it odd that neither of them seemed to notice the music.
- >When you stood from your couch, you started to wander around looking for the source of the noise.
- >The ponies continued their conversation like you hadn't done anything.
- >As you started running your hands along the walls, the music steadily got louder.
- >Stepping out into the hall, you found it empty and the music's volume increasing yet again.
- >It had a beat to it, but it didn't exactly sound familiar.
- >Whatever it was, it was certainly starting to get annoying.
- >When you realized that it was getting annoying, it seemed to get louder faster.
- >Soon you were covering your ears to try and stop the music, but it didn't help.
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- >You snapped awake, looking around your dark room.
- >You were lying on the floor, but at least you'd gotten some sleep.
- >Still tired, but no longer full zombie mode.
- >When the music from your dream continued, albeit at a seemingly quieter volume, you started to get concerned.
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