ThingPone story - part 0 - (BEGIN HERE)

>Be Anon
>You've lived in Ponyville for years now
>Befriended pretty much all the ponies worth befriending to some degree
>Including the six mares you fell in love with initially
>Life is good
>Today, though, you're nursing a hangover
>Spike had arranged a bachelor party yesterday for somepony whose name you struggle to remember
>Whatever, probably not important
>You feel miserable
>Head's pounding
>Guts're bubbling
>You can hear the blood coursing through the veins of the very noisy birds outside
>With a surprisingly soft 'pop', a note appears on your nightstand from the fucking Æther
>You groan and grab it, giving it a cursory reading
>Raise a sickened but curious eyebrow
>You briefly remember what the Thing looked like in the movie
>And there's your non-existent breakfast, rushing back up your throat
>You vomit into a conveniently placed bucket
>You've gotta thank past you for thinking of preparing that the night before
>You drift off to sleep
>Sort of
>On the cusp of gliding into dreamland, you hear a knocking on the door
>No-one's calling out to you
>Got to be...your new companion.
>Sweet Celestia, what sort of mess have you been swept into?
>Well, not like you can do much.
>And the note did say she would be nice to you, so...
"It's open."
>You manage to groan out
>Your door opens briefly, then closes again
>You can barely hear the sound of footsteps
>Weird
>Shouldn't it be louder?
>Especially when you're this hungover
>Eh
>Can't be arsed to think too much about it
"Upstairs."
>You groan again
>Now you do hear hoofbeats on the wooden stairs leading up to your room
>And...humming?
>The hoofbeats briefly stop outside your door
>You hear several loud knocks on your bedroom door
"C-come in..."
>Ah fuck-a-doodle-doo
>You showed weakness
>Damnit
>It's not like you wouldn't anyway, but you figure a firm hand would be the best way to handle the goddamn Thing
>"I'm coming in now~" a sickly sweet, calm female voice says
>The door opens, and you see an amber-colored earth pony mare with an off-white mane enter your room
>You look at her for a few moments
>She's gorgeous
>You have trouble imagining this is the dread alien horror depicted in the movie
>She smiles and tilts her head at you, looking satisfied
>"Look all you want, it's free. Though I guess I should suggest taking a picture, those last longer" She says with a little smile
>She approaches your bed, stopping a few feet away
>"You're awful quiet, Anon" She says, sounding genuinely a bit worried
"I know what you are."
>She winces, and you see a tentacle briefly sprouting from her side, before quickly re-absorbing into her
>Sweet lord jesus above
>The note was right
>You give her another look
>She looks...
>Hurt
>Ashamed
"Look...I woke up today and this appeared out of nowhere"
>You hand her the note
>She eagerly reads it, curiosity filling her golden eyes
>You can practically hear her heart sinking
>She sighs
>"I-it's...true." She says, looking anywhere but at you
>You raise an eyebrow
"Do...do you have any idea where that note came from?"
>She shakes her head
>So far, you feel like she hasn't lied to you
>Maybe she's just a good liar.
"Well...Uh...so...shit. Questions, I guess?"
>She dares glance at you, but still looks like she's trying to shrink away
>"O-of course. What do you want to know?"
>She seems cautiously optimistic