Breakfast - Hexferried

>You are Shimmer Light.
>...
>Nothing happened.
>Many days passed yet nothing happened to you.
>Some ponies stalked you for a while, but they eventually stopped.
>Besides one.
>That one, however, is probably Hexferry.
>She usually hides in alleyways and on rooftops.
>Though, it might not be her; you do pass by her on the streets.
>Either way, you don't really care.
>Ponies have stopped staring at you and cowering, but they do notice you.
>Well, two ponies still stare at you, Hexferry and the orange filly.
>Hexferry, well, it's obvious she does. She instantly loses a good mood when she notices you.
>Her friends probably try to help her, but she doesn't seem to be improving.
>Good.
>The orange filly... has always had an odd interest in you.
>You really wish she would stop caring; you certainly don't care about her.
>Even today, when you passed her, she stared at you with a curious expression.
>... She started following you.
>The fat mare put a quick end to that.
>You've seen many other... interesting things today.
>The white stallion and the bee moth both ran from the "Moony" moth.
>"Moony"? Even the regal moth has idiotic tendencies.
>No one in this village is about being an idiot.
>Except you.
>You are perfect.
>The hippie one was walking with the peach one.
>The stagnant brown mare was with a brown stallion. Neither of them were talking, but both of them seemed very awkward.
>The yellow one wasn't far behind them, stalking them like Hexferry stalks you.
>... You haven't seen Hexferry yet.
>...
>You look around.
>Thankfully, you're close to your home.
>Unfortunately, that either means Hexferry will show up in a little bit, or she's been following you this entire time.
>Which will it be this time?
>The door to Hexferry's house opens.
>...
>If you think about something, it will activate a reaction.
>You slowly inhale a deep breath, then exhale it at a similar rate.

>As she leaves the safety of her home, you get a good look at her.
>Or, well, a bad look. Like how she is.
>She's a wreck.
>Her mane is disheveled, her antennae are askew, she has bags under her eyes...
>She looks only a little worse than she normally does.
>... She walks into your path.
>And stops.
>She's looking down.
>You can't see her face, but you know she wants to talk with you.
>You adjust your path so you can go around her.
>As expected, she moves back into your way.
>She extends her wings.
>... She remembers the first time she did this.
>No matter.
>You'll simply wait for her to think you care, then walk past her.
>Just like the first time.
>"Hey..."
>Her voice is scratchy and low.
>You stop a little bit in front of her.
>"... I'm sorry for everything."
>...
>What?
>"I've been... paranoid, I guess. I just..."
>She takes time to let out a deep sigh.
>"I got really pissed off at you. I thought I should make you miserable because you made me angry. That... is stupid."
>Of course it is, it's an idea she came up with. It was doomed from the start. It couldn't be anything besides stupid.
>"You probably noticed... The whole village knows of you now, but... They're mostly indifferent."
>She turns her head so she can look at her right hoof.
>"It wasn't right of me to intrude on your way of life. If you don't want to hang out, that's fine. But..."
>She looks up to you.
>Her face shows actual sadness.
>"If you ever get bored, or want to hang out, or... whatever, I'll be open."
>She slowly moves out of your way, but she doesn't avert her gaze.
>"And again... I'm sorry."
>... You...
>You haven't cared so little about something anyone has said to you.
>This is a new low of caring.
>You walk past her without even turning to her.
>The only good thing to come from this is her giving up.
>As you get to your door, you glance back at Hexferry.
>She sighs, then turns away to walk away.
>You enter your home.
>It's freedom from ponies without brains.