(FR) Adopting Fluttershy - Part 1 and 2

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Day 1: The Beginning
>I decided to begin keeping a journal now that I've decided to make something of my life here in Equestria.
>I figured the best thing to do would be to adopt some filly that's less fortunate than I.
>So, I went down to the orphanage and was introduced to all the little fillies and colts that were there.
>While I admit that there were more than a few I would have been willing to take home, none were as memorable as the yellow Pegasus with long pink hair.
>Her shyness was probably the most adorable thing ever, journal.
>I told the owner of the orphanage that I needed a day to think about it, and now my mind is made up.
>I'm going back there today and I'm adopting Fluttershy, that perfect little angel.
>A part of my heart warms from the thought that she might call me daddy...
>Anyway, no time to waste! I'll be back later journal to tell you about the adoption process!

>Day 1.5: Back Home
>Alright Journal, I'm back. Looking at the clock, I can't believe it took so long to get the process done.
>It was probably cause I'm a human.
>Damn ponies.
>Anyway, I charged into that orphanage like nobody's business and demanded that I wasn't leaving without Fluttershy.
>Then I was informed I needed to get paperwork from city hall.
>So I left and came back.
>THEN I demanded I wasn't leaving without Fluttershy.
>You should have seen her face Journal.
>Her little tears of joy...
>That wide smile.
>Absolutely amazing, I'll never forget it as long as I live.
>I picked her up, put her on my shoulder and we walked out of there.
>The owner seemed really enthusiastic that I was taking her.
>It's touching to see that the orphanage gets so excited for a new adoption.
>It's like they really care.
>Anyway, I brought her home to my little cottage outside of Ponyville.
>Her shyness still hasn't wore off, but I'm sure she will just need some time to get used to me.
>I -am- a six foot human anyway.
>I made her some lunch, and now she's down for a small nap.
>Poor girl must be tuckered out from such a long, exciting day.
>I also can't help but feel that... maybe I've jumped in a bit too deep, Journal...
>Maybe I should have waited for someone special in my life to help me take care of this filly.
>Ugh.
>I can't think like this.
>I'm going to be a good father!
>I won't mess this up.
>I'm going to do my best to learn more and more about her for the rest of the day.
>Apparently she's already set to go to school, so all I need to do is focus on raising her.
>Instilling good values.
>Answering the hard questions.
>Teaching her how to be a good adult.
>I'll talk to you more later, Journal.
>I can do this.

>P.S. SHIT. ANON. DON'T FORGET. RESEARCH HOW TO TEACH FILLIES TO FLY.

>End of Day 1: So cute.
>I'm exhausted, Journal.
>Not because she's a little ball of energy, thank god for that.
>I spent the afternoon helping her paint her room.
>She wanted the room to look just like outside and have little animals everywhere!
>Fluttershy loved every moment of it.
>"I want little animals all over the walls of my first room!" She exclaimed.
>I just did the best I could to smile and nod.
>When she says little things like 'her first room', I have to do everything I can to keep myself composed.
>It's little moments like that which make me realize I'm all she has.
>...
>I know I can be a good father.
>Once we were done painting her room, I made her the best salad I could scramble up from my Bachelor Fridge.
>The weird thing was that I bought a huge carrot just for salads... And it just disappeared.
>I don't remember eating it....
>Eh. Oh well. She still liked it. That's what matters.
>Reminder- Grocery store.
>I talked to one of my neighbors while Fluttershy watched squirrels in the yard.
>She said she would be happy to teach her how to fly when she's ready.
>Which is a huge load off of my back.
>She also said something about a flight Academy in Cloudsdale.
>That could be good too.
>She could make more friends.
>Anyway I suppose it's about time for me to hit the sack, but before I go, I want to tell you about when she went to bed.
>I tucked her into her bed, which she said was so soft and comfy.
>I read her a story about a little bunny that she really, really enoyed.
>Then I gave her a big hug and told her sweet dreams.
>Without missing a beat, she said "I love you, Daddy."
>I can't even describe what it felt like, Journal.
>So, I replied "I love you too, Shy."
>She closed her eyes and quietly fell asleep.
>As I tip toed out and turned off the lights... I felt so warm... And happy.
>I have no doubts anymore, Journal.
>I'm going to be the best Dad ever.
>For my little Fluttershy.

>Day Two: Rise and Shine.
>I'm not sure who was more excited to wake up and spend our first big day together, me or her.
>It might have been her, considering I pretended to be asleep when I heard come into my room this morning to wake me up.
>She lept up on the bed, yelling "Daddy! Daddy! Wake up! The sun is out!"
>Naturally the only suitable punishment for waking up Dad that early would be a tickle attack.
>Listening to her giggle just seems to add purpose to my life.
>It's hard to explain, Journal.
>After making her a quick breakfast, she said she wanted to see the animals out by the forest in the back.
>Well, I knew it would come eventually.
>I had to warn her about the Ever free forest, and the dangerous creatures within.
>She smiled and listened to every word, and promised not to go there.
>But she did have a question I didn't have an answer to.
>"What if they are just misunderstood, Daddy?"
>I'll confess that I dodged the question by reminding her to make her bed and wash her teeth.
>It's scary how smart little ones can be sometimes.
>Today will be a packed day, Journal.
>We have to get some supplies for her before she goes to school to the young, new teacher Miss Cheerilee.
>I also want to stop by the library for a few small reasons.
>First, to get some more night time books for her.
>Second, to see if there are any young fillies there that Fluttershy can make friends with.
>Finally... And guiltily. To find some sort of idiots guide to parenting.
>I can do this, Journal.
>If you believe in me, at least that will make three.
>You, me and the little filly.

>Day Two - Afternoon: The Judging Eyes.
>Maybe I shouldn't have done this, Journal.
>Maybe I'm not ready to be a father.
>Maybe I--
>If you were real, this would be the part where you cut me off and ask me what happened.
>Ugh. I'll do my best to explain it.
>The grocery store went great.
>If anything, too well.
>Fluttershy's... Well, shyness, really shined today as we were out and about.
>If we were in a big crowd, she wanted to be on my shoulders so she wouldn't lose me.
>As cute as it was, I'm a six foot human in a town of four foot ponies.
>I'm a little hard to lose.
>It doesn't matter though.
>Once we began shopping, she didn't really say anything, just walked behind me and looked at items on the shelves.
>Finally, it clicked in my head, and I asked if she wanted the item she was looking at.
>Her reply was a slow nod.
>After that, she wasn't as afraid to ask daddy if we could get something.
>I was shocked at how many different things she wanted.
>Oats, carrots, other vegetables.
>Not even a single piece of junk food.
>Sometimes this parenting stuff is easy.
>However, what plagued me all day today, was the way the ponies looked at me.
>"What is he doing with that little filly?" Their judging eyes seemed to say.
>They don't know me.
>I can be a good dad.
>I think...
>Journal, do you think - -
>
>Sorry, she woke up from her nap.
>I'll tell you more later, Journal.

>Day Two - Evening: Friends?
>Alright, I'm back.
>I guess the cat is out of the bag about us now, Journal.
>She wanted to know why Daddy kept a diary.
>Don't worry, I defended your honor.
>But, I will keep you hidden.
>I can't let my little girl see your contents.
>At least, not till she's older.
>Dad needs to be strong, confident, sure of himself and a solid rock.
>Or at least appear to be.
>Anyway, I've been thinking over it and I don't care what the other ponies think.
>I feel like I'm finally doing something good in this world.
>I also realized I forgot to talk about the library.
>I was able to get the books I wanted and even found a few extra ones.
>What -was- unsuccessful, was introducing Shy to some of the other Fillies there.
>She would quietly introduce herself, but other times just squeak.
>It was adorable, but I gotta work up this filly's confidence.
>Life is too short to be so shy that you can't make friends.
>What I did find is I think she might have a natural affinity for animals.
>When I showed her some of the books I found, it was the animal ones that she was most interested in.
>She loves to be outside, in fact she was playing with birds after we got home.
>Normally birds aren't super friendly here... Even to Pegasus ponies that have wings like them.
>Not that they are mean, but they are skittish.
>The birds landed RIGHT on her wing.
>I was shocked.
>They like her, and she likes them.
>It certainly gives me an idea, Journal.
>Tomorrow while she's at school I'll have to see if I can execute the plan.
>I've also been reading the parenting guide I borrowed... And so far... Nothing eye opening.
>Progress is progress though.
>I can do this.
>As long as she's happy.

>Day Three - Morning: Nightmares?
>Morning, Journal.
>It's funny, but I had the worst night's sleep.
>I heard Shy moaning in her sleep last night, just as I laid down.
>After a few minutes, I got worried and went to check on her.
>Right as I got to her door, she stopped.
>I'm guessing she must have had a bad dream or something
>Yet, when I asked her how she slept this morning, she said she slept wonderfully and how much better her new bed is from the old one.
>I'll have to keep an eye on her sleep habits, to see if the nightmares are persistent.
>Otherwise, I asked her if she wanted me to walk her to school, but she said she knew the way.
>Most fillies her age are beginning walk to school on their own, so I'm not going to force it on her.
>Plus Ponyville is such a nice place.
>It's not like you are worried something bad would happen.
>What could possibly go wrong?
>Anyway, I'm off to work myself.
>The massage parlor isn't glamorous work, but at least I can put my hands to good use.
>Plus, I've been able to keep my integrity in tact.
>No 'happy endings' for any of the ponies.
>See ya later tonight, Journal.
>I'm going to spend all day wondering if Fluttershy will like the special lunch I packed her.

>Hi Daddy's diawy.
>My name is Fluttershy, but daddy calls me Shy for short. I like that name very much.
>My favorite color is pink, just like my hair and there is a squirrel in the front yard I named Mr. Nibbles.
>Today I went to school.
>It was a little scary, because I was called on in class to answer a question and everypony looked at me.
>I'm happy my answer was right.
>The best part was at lunch when I read Daddy's note!
>He's the best daddy in the whole world.
>I know reading Daddy's diary would be bad, so I'm just gunna draw him a picture instead. It's a flower!
>http://i.imgur.com/Cj3aQJM.jpg
>I love you Daddy! I hope you won't be mad I found your diary.

>Day Three - Evening: Darn it Shy!
>I have no idea how she found you, Journal, but in the bookcase clearly wasn't a good enough hiding place.
>At least it looks like no serious damage was done.
>I'll change your home to my desk for security.
>I have to admit though, every few lines, I flip back a page to look at the drawing she made me.
>It warms my heart in ways I can't fully explain.
>I'm writing your entry a little later tonight so I can wait to see if Shy is having another nightmare.
>So far, so good.
>I asked Shy's teacher what her performance has been like in school.
>Cherilee mentioned that she's a good student, she just never talks in class.
>At all for that matter.
>In fact, she thought she was mute for the first few weeks.
>She mentioned that she will volunteer her sometimes in class, to try and break her shy streak.
>I about gave that teacher a hug.
>Otherwise, it was an uneventful night.
>I read Shy a story about a squirrel tonight.
>She wanted him to be called Mr. Nibbles instead of Scurry, like the book said.
>After what she wrote, I could Hardily say--
>...
>There it is again.
>...
>Alright I'm back.
>I tapped on her door and asked if she was having a bad dream.
>She sounded sleepy when she said yes.
>I asked if she wanted to sleep with Daddy, and she said she wanted to be a big girl.
>I couldn't really fight that, so I left her be, letting her know that she just hard to call if she needed anything.
>Everything seems to be quiet now though.
>Another day of work tomorrow.
>Honestly, this parenting thing is a little fun... Kinda.
>I don't think I've ever did something this fulfilling in my entire life.
>Night, Journal.

>Day Four - Wake up little filly.
>Another typical morning, but today I had to get miss lazy flank out of bed.
>I can't believe how tired she was.
>I wonder if I fell asleep before she did and she had another nightmare.
>I'll have to stay up a little later to see what happens tonight.
>I can't keep that habit up too much though, it might make my work performance suffer.
>However, if I could look as adorable as she did waking up, maybe I could make it work to my advantage.
>Her tiny yawn and stretch, combined with her bedhead in her tiny pink bed.
>Man, I really picked the best little filly possible.
>Plus I know she is in good hands at school too.
>She just headed off a few minutes ago, an apple in her saddle bag so she wouldn't be late for school.
>Speaking of late, if I don't run now, I'll be late for work!
>See ya, Journal.

>Day Four - Evening: Poor little thing.
>Not much to say today journal.
>Shy was so tired when she got home, she could barely keep her eyes open.
>She fell asleep on my lap as I was reading the paper.
>Naturally, I carried her into her room and tucked her in.
>I also found that she likes to snack on carrots.
>For some reason she hid it under her pillow.
>I just had to smile and I put it back under her pillow.
>I'll have to remember to keep more around the house.
>Better carrots than junk food.
>Other than that, nothing has been on my mind.
>...
>Damn it, Journal.
>Why can't I lie to you?
>I've been feeling off ever since work yesterday.
>It must have been when I was taking care of the newly engaged Miss Cake.
>She's nice, because she's one of the few that doesn't ask for 'extras'.
>Anyway, she got talking about how excited she was to try and have children soon.
>So I mentioned how I adopted Shy.
>All there was... Was a cold silence.
>Then she said two words.
>"Poor thing."
>I asked her what she meant, but she wouldn't elaborate.
>....
>There isn't anything wrong with being a single father?
>Is there journal?
>Does Shy need a mother figure?
>I suppose that's why I slept so terribly last night.
>I can't stop asking myself that question.
>I just keep looking at the picture she made me... Looking for some form of answer.
>If you find it before me, Journal, be sure to tell me.
>I need all the help I can get.

>Day 5 - Morning : Slept on it
>Morning, Journal.
>I feel a lot better today.
>I was so down in the dumps, maybe all I needed was a good night's sleep.
>Fluttershy seems to be a lot more awake today too!
>She seemed really excited about school today.
>Apparently, it's an art's and crafts project, but she wanted to keep it secret.
>As dumb as it sounds, I'm excited for her to bring it home.
>Was my life really this boring before?
>It didn't seem so.
>Oh well.
>Anyway, I told Shy do I might as well tell you too, Journal.
>I gotta work a little late tonight.
>Work has a new perspective client, and I'm the only one who can take care of her.
>However, it has to be right when I normally get off.
>I asked Fluttershy if she was okay being home alone for a bit, and she said she would just play with the squirrel in the front yard.
>Works for me.
>More later, Journal.

>Fuck.
>What have I done?
>Day five in the evening.
>It was her teacher, Journal. They assigned me Shy's teacher, Cheerilee.
>When she walked into my workroom, I don't know who's face was redder, mine or hers.
>We were able to have some small talk and get to know each other a bit better, but the topic of Shy was brought up a lot.
>She became a teacher because of how much she loves kids.
>I asked her why she hadn't found Somepony special, and she just got all quiet.
>It was weird for her AND I asked a bad question.
>I screwed it all up, Journal.
>Ugh.
>I gotta admit though, I did like our chat while it lasted.
>She didn't ask for anything 'special' ... But we both smelled the aroma in the room.
>It sure wasn't scented flowers.
>I know what she was hoping for.
>I hate to imagine what I'm facing when I get in tomorrow.
>When I got home today, Shy was in her room, which was good.
>I needed to seriously cool down.
>When Shy came out, she looked like she had a great day.
>I asked her about the arts and crafts project, and she said it wasn't done yet.
>Other than that, we read the paper together.
>She's been learning all sorts of words that way.
>Maybe soon, I'll have her read the good night story.
>Heh.
>It never fails that she adds a little light to my day.
>My little angel.
>Well Journal, I better get some rest.
>Hopefully the bosses won't skin me alive.

>Day 6 - Morning : Remain Calm.
>Everything is going to be fine Anon.
>I'm keeping as positive as possible for Fluttershy.
>....
>I'm worried.
>I was looking at the wanted ads last night.
>I just gotta breathe it through and take it like a man.
>...
>I just realized how she might treat Fluttershy differently now.
>...
>This is bad.
>What am I going to do?
>Shit.
>Here goes nothing.

>Day Six - Evening
>Where do I even begin.
>The minute I got into work, I was called into the bosses office.
>I can't say I wasn't prepared for it... But I was nervous as hell.
>First, she wanted to know everything that I did.
>She didn't care about what I said to her... She cared about the techniques I did.
>So I did my best to explain what I do with my fingers... And she tried to replicate them with her magic.
>Close, but not perfect.
>After that, she informed me that when Cheerilee was done, she went straight to the front desk.
>I braced myself for the worst.
>She booked me for two months.
>I sat there, dumb founded.
>Since I'd technically be doing over time now, she gave me vacation days and a raise.
>I think my jaw literally dropped.
>After that, everything was amazing.
>I ran and picked up Fluttershy from school after I was done with wotk, who seemed surprised I was there.
>I said "Tonight, we are going out for a change."
>She seemed excited, and I caught a glimpse of Cheerilee as I left.
>We both shared a smile and a wave.
>She seems really nice, that Cheerilee.
>...
>Journal, I swear if you are thinking what you are thinking, you are crazy.
>Anyway, Fluttershy and I went out to dinner and I have to say for a child, her manners are astonishing.
>She seemed squirmy though, as if there were some itch she needed to scratch.
>When we got home, which was a little late, she just wanted to go to her room and go to sleep.
>No story or anything.
>I thought it was weird, but I tucked her in and next thing you know, out like a light.
>She's so cute when she sleeps.
>As tempted as I was to watch, I thought I'd leave her be.
>I decided I'd hit the sack early too.
>What an amazing day.

>Day Seven - Morning
>It's officially been one week since I adopted Shy, Journal.
>It feels like it was just yesterday, it's crazy how time flies.
>I awoke from a terrible dream in the middle of the night.
>I dreamt that Shy was older and going out with a stallion!
>Heh. Thank goodness time doesn't fly that fast.
>I looked in my parenting book on when is the right time to teach about... Well, Stallions.
>It looks like I got five more good years.
>I'm telling ya Journal, I'm going to enjoy every second of this innocent filly that I can.
>Anyway, it's the weekend today!
>Thank God.
>I'm trying to knock out this entry early, before-
>There she is, just peeking through my door.
>She didn't want to disturb me.
>So adorable.
>I'll make an entry later this afternoon.
>See ya, Journal.

>Day Seven - Afternoon : A peaceful walk.
>This morning was nice.
>I made pancakes for Shy and I, and she was so excited.
>She mentioned she only got Pancakes on her birthday back at the orphanage, and she would usually feed them to the birds.
>So, naturally, we got a loaf of bread and went for a walk.
>However, I think I know what this fillies cutie mark is supposed to be for now.
>I noticed that as we were walking, Fluttershy not only was able to name the breed of every bird, but a name that she gave them.
>Normally kids name things and then forget it a few days later.
>But she called some of the birds, by name, and they landed on her wing.
>Okay, fine. Cool.
>Then she talked to them.
>And they chirped back.
>And she understood them.
>...
>Normally, I would probably freak out that my child has some form of super power, but I know ponies well enough by now to only freak out a little bit.
>I can nudge what her talent might be, but she has to realize it on her own to get her mark.
>This filly also asked me the craziest question today.
>She asked me-
>Oh, she's up from her nap.
>I wrote downstairs so I wouldn't disturb her, and keep things quiet.
>I can't believe how important naps are to this filly.
>Time for the afternoon!
>See ya journal.

>Day Seven - Evening: Questions.
>This little mare is way smarter than she let's on.
>Or, at least, she has some way of asking questions that eats at my mind.
>It all started when she asked why I didn't have a special somepony.
>I... Didn't have an answer really.
>So I told her I haven't found anyone special yet.
>She thought about that for a while and didn't bring it back up until after lunch.
>We were playing in the yard... When she said that she liked Cheerilee.
>I said that it was good that she liked her teacher.
>Then she asked if I liked her.
>I could have simply answered yes, or teased her... But something in my chest swelled up... And I wasn't sure what to say.
>I said I liked her, and that she seemed really nice.
>Then, she said I should ask her to be my special Somepony.
>I laughed and played it off... But the idea has been stuck in the back of my head.
>I won't deny that Shy could use a mother figure in her life... But I don't need to be dating a mare in order to have that.
>Ugh.
>Plus it would make work -so- weird...
>But... For a pony... She is kind of cute.
>Gah. Shut up, Journal.
>Think.
>...
>Well there is no way I can make a decision tonight... Even if I'm finding myself unable to think about anything else.
>I might as well try to get some rest.

>I can't sleep.
>It feels like I've laid in bed for hours.
>I can't get the thought of Cheerilee out of my head.
>I barely even know the mare.
>But I mean... After that appointment....
>What am I supposed to think?
>She probably just likes my hands.
>She hardily even knows me.
>I keep running through all the scenarios in my head, and there isn't a way I can pull this off without it being weird to Shy.
>Sigh.
>You know... There is one other thing too, Journal.
>I know you hate it when I keep you out of the loop, but my sleeping has been weird lately.
>I'll wake up in the middle of the night and something just feels weird.
>Ever since the adoption... I feel like something has been off.
>Maybe I'm just not used to---//

>I think I jumped 10 feet in the air when Shy tapped on my door.
>She said she had a bad dream and wanted to sleep with Daddy.
>Can't keep her waiting.
>We'll continue this later.

>Day Eight - Morning
>Holding her in my arms last night gave me the answer I needed.
>The selfless answer is that if I do try, and it works, then we will have to be responsible adults about it.
>The selfish answer is ~- - - - - - - - - - - - ~
>Another lie.
>Sorry, Journal.
>The real selfish answer is that I'm tired of feeling alone.
>Plus... I'm so stressed about Shy.
>I don't want to mess this up.
>She's so young, amazing, and impressionable.
>I want her to do well and have a beautiful, bright future.
>So, I'm going to go on a limb and ask Cheerilee on a date.
>...
>How the hell do I do that?
>Ugh.
>More things to think about.
>Later, Journal.

>Weird. I went to make the bed, and it looks like Shy might have wet the bed a little.
>No problem... Except it's not really yellow.
>Huh...
>I better check her bed too.
>I hope she isn't sick.

>Day Eight - Afternoon
>Holy. Shit.
>Here sheets are weirdly discolored....
>According to the guide... Definitely bed wetting.
>I gotta do this smart.
>If I approach her about it, I don't want her to feel embarrassed...
>I put them in the wash, since I've just been doing chores and stuff today anyway.
>I'll just have to see how they come out after they air dry.
>She's been biting her lip and looking at them as she plays with her animal friends in the yard.
>She definitely knows.
>How do I do this?
>...
>I have an idea.
>I'm going to give it a shot.
>...
>If only getting an idea on how to ask out Cheerilee were this easy.

>Day Eight - Evening.
>There's nothing like a plan that works.
>I think I also may have succeeded in being a cool dad.
>So, I had Shy take down the sheets with me.
>The stains seemed pretty much gone, but I asked her if she knew where they came from and she nodded.
>I asked her if she was having a little trouble at night and she nodded guiltily.
>I told her that there was nothing wrong with it and that everyone has trouble when they are little.
>She seemed to be a little more relieved about it after I talked her through it.
>I also made a compromise with her.
>If she works really hard to not let it happen in bed, then I'll let her adopt her own pet.
>Her choice.
>You should have seen her face, Journal.
>It was lit up like the morning sun.
>I've never seen a little folly that happy before.
>We made her bed together and I found her snack again.
>It looked like it was hardily touched and it started to smell a little weird.
>I told her she didn't have to hide a snack if she wanted one and threw it away.
>Seriously.
>That thing reeked.
>I didn't know carrots could turn that bad.
>Anyway, after that, things were good the rest of the night.
>Shy helped me make dinner, which was nice.
>I cut up the lettuce and she tossed the salad around in the big bowl.
>We read the paper again.
>I can already tell her reading is getting better.
>I wonder if there is something else I can improve with her...
>I read the bunny story to her again tonight and that's when she said that bunnies are her favorite animal.
>I simply smiled and asked 'What about butterflies?'
>She thought about it and was stumped.
>She couldn't decide!
>It was so cute.
>...
>Tomorrow I will see Cheerilee after I pick up Shy.
>I don't know what to do...

>Day 9 - Morning
>Alright.
>Today I'll do it.
>Today, I'll ask Cheerilee out on a date.
>Coffee.
>Nothing serious.
>Deep breaths Anon.
>It's only the first pony you ever asked out.
>Focus on other things.
>It seems like Fluttershy didn't wet the bed last night.
>She even showed me because she was so proud.
>She must really want that pet.
>Shy will probably want a bunny, guessing by our conversation last night.
>I wonder if I should take Cheerilee a flower...
>Damn it.
>Maybe a day of hard work will get my mind off things.
>Keep your fingers crossed, Journal.
>Or... Wait.
>Your pages.
>Wait.
>That will make crease marks.
>Nevermind, just wish me luck.

>Day 9 - Evening
>I couldn't bring myself to say it.
>I thought through what I was going to say all day at work.
>Then, I get off, run to school to pick up Shy.
>Make direct eye contact with her.
>Then, boom.
>My mind goes blank and I just manage to vomit out a "Hey!"
>Her emerald eyes just grabbed ahold of me in a way I couldn't break free of.
>Dammit Journal, What's my problem?
>Ugh. I'll have to try again tomorrow.
>Why is this all so hard?
>Shy has been acting a little squirmy today...
>I hope she isn't feeling awkward about this situation.
>Ugh.
>I'm too tired for this tonight.
>Taking two headache pills and hitting the sack.
>Night, Journal.

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>Day 10 - Morning
>I had a bad dream and overslept this morning.
>Running late for work.
>After that dream, I've never been more determined.
>I'm asking Cheerilee on that date.
>Even if I make a fool out of myself doing it.
>I'll tell you everything tonight, Journal.

>Day 11 - Morning
>I feel like I haven't slept that well in days, Journal.
>Fluttershy seems like she stopped teasing me about Cheerilee.
>Which is good, or else Dad would have to get out his patented tickle attack.
>It's at times like this that I really just feel, serene.
>My date... Erm. Evening I guess.
>Wait a second.
>Should I get her a babysitter?
>...
>She should be old enough to take care of herself.
>I think.
>Crap, I better ask around at work.

>Day 11: Evening
>Alright, so I asked around at work.
>It seems like Fluttershy is old enough to be left on her own for a few hours.
>Heck, the town is so trusting, they let most of the fillies run around on their own most of the time.
>I have zero concerns about leaving Fluttershy alone.
>She's so well behaved!
>Clearly a result of my good parenting.
>...
>Let me live in denial, Journal.
>It feels great.
>OH! Fluttershy brought home her arts and crafts project from school.
>She made me a macaroni necklace.
>She painted it yellow with pink stripes down it.
>There are also little flowers on every other noodle.
>I'll quote her:

"I wanted you to have something pretty to wear all the time so you look pretty for Cheerilee."

>If I didn't know better, I'd say this filly is trying to play matchmaker here.
>Little squirt.
>I wore it for her all night.
>Now I got it sitting here on my desk.
>She wants me to wear it on my date.
>Heh.
>I'm sure Cheerilee will understand if I wear it out the door for her.
>She said she has a new arts and crafts project coming up soon, this time they are doing painting.
>I'm pretty excited to see the new picture.
>I think I stress myself out too much, Journal.
>I'm gunna get some rest.
>Just a few more days.

>P. S. SHIT WHERE AM I TAKING HER FOR DINNER.

>Day 12 - Morning
>Just a few more days.
>I shouldn't be this nervous.
>I can't afford to be this nervous.
>But I am.
>I feel like I have butterflies that are eating out my stomach from the insides.
>The best thing I can do right now is internalize it and don't let it rub off to Fluttershy.
>She seems to be more focused on getting her bunny this weekend.
>The way she bounds down the steps every morning and goes "It's dry, Daddy!" never fails to bring a smile to my lips.
>I'm so proud of her.
>I've been digging through my book more and more to find anything about differences between raising children as a single parent versus a couple.
>So far I've found absolutely nothing.
>Which, I have to admit, is really disappointing.
>At the end of the day, I have to take this book back this weekend anyway.
>I might as well see if there is anything else I can find while I'm there.
>See you tonight, Journal.

>Day 12 - Evening
>Another quiet day at work giving massages to customers.
>My hands are really sore today.
>I swear, I dunno what some of these ponies do, but they really get locked up sometimes.
>Especially the earth ponies.
>After a few of them in a row today, I had to take a break and let them rest for a little bit.
>While I was in the break room, I overheard a weird conversation.
>I heard my boss in the other room talking privately with one of my coworkers.
>I know I probably shouldn't have listened in... but curiosity got the better of me.
>As I approached, I listened carefully.
>My coworker was getting a scolding.
>At first, I didn't really understand what they were talking about.
>Something about "How you spend your time outside of work is your business."
>Blah, blah, blah.
>I was about to walk away, since I shouldn't have been listening anyway, until something caught my ear.
>"You have to break it off with him. We can't let you date a customer," My boss commanded.
>Instantly my throat seized up and I got out of there.
>What am I going to do, Journal?
>If work finds out that I'm going to go on a date with Cheerilee...
>Ugh. This isn't going to be easy.
>I'll figure something out.
>I always do.
>I just need to think carefully about my decisions.
>Anyway, on a brighter note, I think I've finally got everything I need out of this book.
>Tomorrow I'm going to turn it back in to the library and see if I can find something more specific to my situation.
>I know I'll think of something.
>Fluttershy seemed extremely tired today when she got home from school.
>She even got home a little late.
>I asked her if everything was okay and she said she was just sleepy.
>She even went to bed without supper.
>I hope that filly is okay...
>I need that new book.
>I'm worried I'm messing up somewhere.
>Everything has been going great so far, so I've thought.
>Good meals.
>Strict bedtime.
>Healthy snacks.
>Playing outside.
>Bedtime stories.
>Positive reinforcement.
>I should be -nailing- this!
>...
>But I still have this gut feeling I'm doing something wrong.
>Well, no sense brooding over it.
>I better get some rest.
>Night, Journal.

>Day 13 - Morning
>No appointments this morning! Hooray!
>I'm going to take the time to get some cleaning and errands done.
>I had to wake lazyflank up this morning.
>She seemed... almost delirious.
>Is she not getting enough sleep?
>She slept so long last night...
>I asked her if she was feeling sick and she said no.
>I trust that if she were sick, that she would have told me.
>It's official.
>Time to find that other book.
>If there is one.
>See ya, Journal.

>Day 13 - Evening
>I'm a bundle of stress right now, Journal.
>It's probably pathetic.
>Sincerely, it's probably is.
>Thank god you can't judge me.
>Or, at least I don't think a book can judge me.
>This -is- ponyland anyway.
>None of that is the point.
>Tomorrow night is the date with Cheerilee.
>I've got everything all planned out.
>Appointment. Dinner. Walk.
>Simple.
>Yet, now I'm worried about if my boss finds out.
>After what I overheard the other day...
>I just don't want to put my job at stake.
>It was hard enough finding a job here in town that the Ponies would give me.
>It's not like I have a special talent like all the others.
>I'm just a human.
>Jack of all trades and master of none.
>...
>I just have to have faith that it will all turn out okay.
>I've hardily had any time to think about that though.
>Fluttershy collapsed on her way inside today.
>She said it was because of how tired she was.
>I instantly picked her up and tucked her in bed.
>I'm so concerned, Journal.
>Should I cancel tomorrow?
>If she's sick, then I won't be able to stop thinking about her.
>I don't know if I can find a sitter on such short notice either.
>What am I supposed to do?
>I'm going to talk to the next door neighbor tomorrow and see if she would mind checking in on her now and then.
>Hopefully she won't mind.
>The only real positive thing was that I was able to head to the bookstore today and pick up a new book.
>It turns out they -do- have a book on filly adoption.
>Yet, I haven't even had the chance to crack it open yet.
>I'm just so bundled up in this decision.
>...
>If I don't get some rest, I'll be miserable tomorrow no matter what happens.
>Good Night, Journal.
>Wish me luck.

>Day 14 - Morning
>Fluttershy is staying home sick from school today.
>My neighbor said she would check in on her occasionally.
>I owe her so much.
>I gotta get to work and try to stay calm about tonight.
>I'll tell you everything when I get back, Journal.
>I promise.

>The following is a police report, made on [Day 15] at 1:03 AM.
>Anonymous, the human who lives in town, ran into the station in distress at 11:18 PM on [Day 14] reporting a missing filly by the name of Fluttershy.
>Reportedly, he had been out on a date earlier in the evening with a Miss Cheerilee, who works as a teacher at the local schoolhouse.
>The search began through town att 11:30 PM, but no reports have been made to have seen the missing filly.
>Anonymous informed us that his neighbor, a Miss Rosemary, informed him that she would check on his sick child throughout the day while he went to work.
>Miss Rosemary reported that she checked consistently on the top of the hou until 7PM when she accidentally fell asleep reading a book.
>When she awoke around 10:30 PM, she ran into the home of Anonymous and the filly was missing from her bed.
>There are no signs of forced entry and the front door was not locked throughout the day.
>Evidence shows no sign of a kidnapping.
>We informed Anonymous to return to his home until further evidence arises.
>As of this moment, we believe the filly may have entered the Everfree Forest, due to Anonymous informing us that she had a facination for the inside of the forest, in part of her love for animals.
>We are readying an armed search party to search the forest for signs of the filly.
>More information will be delivered to Anonymous on a need to know basis.

>Day 15, I think - Really Early.
>I don't know who to talk to, Journal.
>The police won't tell me anything.
>Cheerilee left about an ho- -r ago.
>I can't sleep.
>She's gone and I have no idea where she went.
>When I got home she was just... gone, and my neighbor was in a panic, screaming she was sorry.
>I just want to know where she is right now...
>Maybe the Eve- -ee Forest.
>...
>I'm shaking, Journal.
>I'm getting tears all over your pa- -es.
>I don't k- -ow what to do.
>I just wish there was something I can do to help.
>What if some- -ne took her, Journal?
>What if she's out in the woods, alone, with nobody to protect her?
>Yelling out in vain for me, as she's tired, hun- -ry and cold.
>I can't bear the the thought of it.
>I can't concentrate.
>I can barely form co- -ant sentances to tell you waht's going on.
>...
>I have to do something.

>The following is a police report, made on [Day 15] at 6:27 AM.
>As our squad prepared to enter the Everfree Forest in search of the missing filly, Fluttershy, they stopped as a creature exited the forest with the missing filly.
>They prepared their magic to attack the creature, but on closer inspection it was the human, Anonymous.
>He was covered in scratches and bruises, but no life threatening injuries.
>The filly reportedly went into the forest to play with her animal friends, which she had been doing every night for nearly a week and fell asleep.
>As of 6:10 AM, the case of the missing filly is closed.


>Day 15 - Evening.
>I'm very disappointed.
>In fact, that phrase doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of how I feel right now.
>When we got home, I sat her down on the couch and scolded her.
>I had to.
>She had no idea how worried sick I was.
>I'll tell you what happened, Journal.
>I entered the Everfree forest with my fists balled and adrenaline coursing through my veins.
>The thick foliage made it near black, but once my eyes adjusted, I could see a little bit.
>Finally, after what felt like hours, I found a small clearing where dozens of animals were sleeping.
>Then, there she was, curled up in a little ball.
>Beside a goddamn bear.
>I thought she was hurt.
>Or worse.
>I sprinted to her, trying to repress screams of anger.
>Kneeling down beside her, I picked her up in my arms and she gently woke up.
>"Daddy?" She said in a daze.
>I instantly broke into tears and held her close to my chest.
>I thought I might have lost her for forver.
>That's when I whispered that we were going to go home.
>I turned around and began to walk out of the forest.
>What I didn't expect was to be attacked by the fucking -bear-.
>The bear, or Beary, as Fluttershy called him when she told him not to hurt me, was worried I was kidnapping her from him.
>I suppose there is something ironic in there, but I was too busy -being attacked by a bear- to notice.
>Once she said goodbye to all of her little animal friends, we made our way out of the woods.
>I was furious.
>Relieved, but furious.
>We saw the police on the way out of the forest.
>After informing them of what happened, I took her home.
>Which brings us back to here.
>I had to scold her, even when her little face turned to the ground and tears welled in her eyes.
>I can't let her run off like that.
>No more nightly play time.
>She can play with her animal friends, but only during the day and in the back yard.
>We are lucky that Miss Rosemary still lives quite a bit away from the cottage or else she might faint that I'm letting my daughter play with a -goddamn bear-.
>I mean seriously.
>-A Bear.-
>How did that even -happen.-
>She tried to explain it, but she was halfway inbetween sobbing and choking out apologies.
>I did my best to stay resolute and be strong, but that's when she said it.
>"You aren't going to take me back," She sniffed. "Are you, Daddy?"
>Thats when I lost it.
>I just about cried on the spot.
>I sat down on the couch and held her in my arms.
>"I would never take you back, Shy," I reassured my little filly. "I'm setting rules because I care about you, and I don't want to worry about losing you."
>"I love you, Daddy," She choked out.
>"I love you too, Fluttershy," I said in a calm tone, stroking her mane.
>I'm so tired, we are both going to bed early tonight.
>She wants to sleep in my bed tonight.
>Honestly, I kind of want her too as well.
>I better not keep her waiting.
>I'll tell you about my failure of a date tomorrow morning.
>Night, Journal.