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- >Stupid, stupid, stupid pony.
- >Why did you do that Eri?
- >You just HAD to take them again didn’t you?
- >You knew what they did.
- >Even the voices told you to take them and you listened to them again.
- >”Think about what your parents would do,” they had said.
- >And like a fool, you listened.
- >”You heard it yourself, if you don’t take medicine they’d cut you off.”
- >Like always, the voices seemed to convince you, you stupid, stupid pony.
- >”If you lie to them they’ll know. They’ll ask if you can still hear us and guess what's happening right now?!” another voice gleefully yelled.
- >”You wouldn’t ever be able to support yourself. You’re just a reject after all,” it chided then chuckled wryly.
- >”And lets face it... you wouldn’t last two seconds on your own.”
- >On some level you knew they were right.
- >You had feebly tried to argue that you could write but like always, the voices knew better.
- >So you wrote poems.
- >Big deal.
- >Nopony would buy your garbage.
- >And so you made a stupid mistake.
- >Your parents had come to town yesterday.
- >A visit of sorts.
- >Moreover, it was just one of their checkups to make sure their daughter was being a good little pony.
- >Your parents are, after all, very important ponies.
- >They just had to make sure you weren't doing something to ruin their image!
- >No matter how much they smothered you and kept you from doing what you wanted, you were always in the end, a good little obedient pony.
- >To both you parents and the voices that torment you.
- >Trained like the dog you are.
- >A stupid earth pony born to Canterlot nobles.
- >An earth pony born to unicorns...
- >How shameful.
- >Your father made sure to drill it into your head that you simply couldn’t be around because of what you lacked on your forehead.
- >It would, after all, somehow ruin their image.
- >Growing up, they would interact with you or acknowledge you in public.
- >Nopony could know.
- >Even at home, they were always too busy doing other things to spend time with you.
- >If you were a unicorn it’d be different though.
- >But you weren't
- >They wouldn’t let you out and wouldn’t play with you, so you made imaginary friends and played with them instead.
- >That was, until they started getting scary.
- >They told you to do things.
- >Bad things.
- >You told your parents about it because you were afraid.
- >They in turn told you something was wrong with you.
- >Your mother used her connections to get you a bottle of pills that made the them go away sometimes and other times it wouldn’t help.
- >So you kept taking them.
- >Anything to make them stop.
- >This was a double edged sword.
- >Sometimes you would take a little more when the first dose didn’t work.
- >Just a little more to stop the damnable voices.
- >It couldn’t hurt right?
- >If the voices stopped you could be a little more normal.
- >You learned otherwise.
- >Sometimes it would help.
- >But sometimes if you were really unlucky it would make them worse.
- >You’d start to see the things the voices belonged to.
- >And you were very unlucky.
- >They’d start to be more convincing than they normally were or they just wouldn’t stop until you did what they told you too.
- >It’s not... really worth thinking about.
- >It got bad one day.
- >Really, really bad.
- >You couldn’t take the constant noise.
- >They wouldn’t shut up.
- >You just wanted it to stop.
- >So you took a little more and you ended up hurting somepony.
- >You and your stupid earth pony strength.
- >You thought you saw a monster and did what any sane pony would do if they thought they were going to die.
- >After your father bribed the servant and her family, that incident was kept quiet and were silently whisked away to Ponyville.
- >Manehatten was their first choice but it was too big.
- >Somepony may notice the resemblance.
- >Ponyville was small and close enough to Canterlot for them to get to you easily.
- >The perfect place to tuck you away, a freak of a daughter like you.
- >You shouldn’t have made that mistake again today.
- >You shouldn’t have taken that many.
- >But you were stupid.
- >You let the voices get to you before you could make them go away.
- >And look at what you did to Anon’s house.
- >You stood behind the police cordon and watched it get consumed.
- >The flames were licking away at the roof of the building.
- >The inferno burned with a roar.
- >It sounded angry.
- >Almost like it was alive.
- >Many ponies like to say that watching something burn is therapeutic.
- >It almost was.
- >But over the sound of the fire you could lightly hear the sound of whispering in your head.
- >Its getting louder.
- >These damnable voices.
- >You couldn’t stay here much longer.
- >You can’t trust yourself around anypony like this.
- >Turning to leave you caught sight of Anonymous running to the scene for all he was worth.
- >The whispering stopped as soon as you saw him.
- >No.
- >Please no!
- >He’s gonna look at you!
- >You could feel the guilt etched on your face.
- >If he looked to wave at like he normally did your finished!
- >You start backing away through the crowd that had gathered around.
- >Tears started to sting your eyes.
- >You needed to get out of here.
- >Now.
- >Oh Celestia, he was getting closer.
- >Wait...
- >Was he?
- >He’s running right at you!
- >You cowered and tried to look as small as possible earning a few stares from ponies nearby.
- “I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry...”
- >You can hear his footsteps getting closer over your feeble apologizing.
- >He ran right past you.
- >You take this time to gallop straight to your house.
- >He didn’t even see you.
- >You made it to door and fumbled with the doorknob.
- >Stupid earth pony hooves.
- >You look back and see more ponies were looking at you than you would like.
- >All you wanted was to get this door open.
- >Your useless hooves found purchase at last.
- >You scrambled inside for all you were worth, slumping against the door which slams behind you.
- >Leaning on the door, you closed your eyes and tried desperately to control your breathing.
- >You started to calm down.
- >You really did.
- >But then the voices came back.
- >”So, do we even need to tell you how bad you fucked up?”
- >You really couldn’t deal with this right now.
- >You could still smell smoke the smoke.
- >Your house was far enough away that you didn’t have to worry about the fire jumping to you house but the wind was blowing some of the smoke this direction.
- >Reminding you.
- >”Yeah. I mean did you get a load of Anon’s face? Priceless!”
- >”Bad form Miss Eri. You’ll never attract a special somepony like that. You’re already a freak earth pony. Nopony wants a crazy pony who burns down houses.”
- >”Stupid mudpony.”
- >But... they told you too....
- >”No no no, Miss Eri. We suggested you do it. You were stupid enough to actually do it.”
- >”Come on girl, we’re your BEST friends We’ never tell you to do something like that.”
- >”We never TOLD you to do anything. I guess you were... HEARING THINGS.”
- >You’re such a bad pony.
- >It was your fault
- “I-I didn’t mean to...”
- >They laughed at you.
- >”Well, my dear, what you meant to happen doesn’t matter.”
- >”I’ll say! You fucked up. Go look out the window!”
- >”To the window with you. NOW. Go see what you ‘not meaning to do something’ gets you.”
- “P-please. I don’t wan-”
- >You were forced to put your hooves on your head when the pressure started growing.
- >”Go, you insolent mare!”
- >”Move girl!”
- >”Just go look. What ONE PEEK going to do, huh?”
- >Celestia make it stop!
- >The low din of constant whispering that usually pervaded them voices became quicker and louder.
- >It was like a sea of tiny mice, scratching and eating away the inside of your head.
- >It was like they were eating their way into mind.
- >Building nests.
- >Breeding.
- >Eating away even more to make room for the babies.
- >Tears stream down your face.
- “S-stop it! Go away!”
- >”Are you denying us?”
- >”What are you still sitting here for?! MOVE!.
- >”Just. One. Peek.”
- >They won’t stop.
- >They’ll never stop!
- >”GO!”
- >You blearily get to your hooves but fell to your haunches as a wave of dizziness hits you.
- >You put a forehoof over your stomach as it did backflips.
- >”DO IT FILLY!”
- >That was all the warning you got before you vomited.
- >You wiped your mouth and did your best not to look at your bile.
- >”ONE. PEEK.”
- >You made a move to stand again but slipped on your own sickness and fell in it, hitting your head.
- >Black tinged the edge of your vision with the fast paced beating of your heart.
- >The voices quieted momentarily when you noticed something.
- >All you could hear was the sound of your labored breath.
- >You could feel the contents of your stomach working its way into your coat but you were frozen.
- >From your position on the floor you eye caught something that could save you.
- >A white bottle of prescribed pills on a shelf.
- >You could barely make out the instruction label on the bottle.
- >’Take two 200mg tablets per day. WARNING: DO NOT exceed this amount.’
- >Your eyes widened when you realized why voices were silent.
- “N-no...”
- >A single voice whispered out to you in a disgustingly sultry tone.
- >”Yes~...”
- >The noise came back like a tidal wave.
- >The scratching became louder.
- >The voices were now unintelligible screams.
- “PLEASE STOP!”
- >Slowly you stood up against the screaming in your head.
- >You shakily trotted towards the shelf across the room.
- >In your head you were panicking.
- >But the bottle was inviting and warm.
- >It could help.
- >It was worth the risk wasn’t it?
- >Cacophony in your head wholeheartedly agreed with you.
- >Your hoof was already reaching for the bottle before you came to your senses.
- >You screamed at the top of your lungs.
- “NO!”
- >There was, however one other way to make them stop.
- >The pressure was already unbearable by the time you reached the stairs.
- >One other way to shut them up.
- >You couldn’t help but clutch your head in your hooves halfway to the top.
- >One solution you hated more than the voice themselves yet loved more than anything.
- “Augh!”
- >You don’t know how long it took you to scoot up the last few steps against the roar and the pain.
- >The feeling of sweet release the you got afterwards was SO good.
- >The crawl to the bathroom was the most agonizing thing you’ve done in a while.
- >That rush of happiness you felt; the feeling of liberating yourself and being in control for once.
- >You barely made it through the door.
- >But none of it was worth how much you hated yourself after doing it.
- >It took longer than you would have wished to prop yourself up against the sink.
- >That this is what it took to feel a little more normal...
- >You ended up breaking your mirror with your stupid earth pony strength when you opened the cabinet.
- >It disgusted you.
- >On the bottom shelf lied two things:
- >The fact was (and you knew it well) that you would never get the chance at being normal if you were forced to do this to yourself.
- >A bottle of painkillers...
- >You would never be beautiful.
- >And a box of wonderful razor blades.
- >You would never be loved.
- >You forewent the painkillers for the razor blades.
- >You hated what you did to yourself.
- >You fumbled with one for a bit because you could calm your shaky hooves.
- >You hated the voices in your head.
- >When you got a grip on it you fell to your haunches and positioned the blade just above the hoof on your foreleg.
- >You hated yourself even more than them, though...
- >You shakily slid it across making a cut.
- >Because sometimes...
- >”Stupid,”
- >A the pain felt good as it flared up and the blood flowed.
- >...you can’t really tell the difference...
- >”Stupid,”
- >You made another good yet, slightly more frantic cut at the sound of the voice.
- >...between what the voices tell you...
- “Earth pony.”
- >...and what you felt about yourself.
- >They’re gone.
- >You were sitting on the bathroom floor.
- >You were alone.
- >It was quiet.
- >Only the sound of your breathing kept you company.
- >Thank Celestia, they’re gone.
- >You sighed as your troubles flowed from your body.
- >You felt.. good.
- >At least for the moment.
- >You know what you were doing to yourself was awful but for right now... you could just suppress the feelings of hate and self-loathing.
- >You just wanted to relish in the feeling you had right now.
- >To fade away in it.
- >You knew how bad you were going to feel afterwards but you really didn’t care.
- >At least you could pretend for right now, you were just fine.
- >You made another cut.
- >In your head, you knew otherwise.
- >Your mind was like a battle ground.
- >On the one side was the sane, rational part of your mind.
- >The one that knew what you were doing to yourself was abhorrent.
- >Wrong.
- >You made another cut.
- >You were as much a monster as the voices made you out to be for doing it.
- >As much of a failure of a daughter as your parents made you out to be.
- >On the other side was the one that was winning for now.
- >The one that revealed in the feeling that you got from doing it.
- >This was the one way you could feel any semblance of control over the train wreck that was your life.
- >You made another cut.
- >The one way you could liberate yourself from your demons.
- >It was the side knew it felt SO GOOD.
- >Why should you stop?.
- >It was the equine side.
- >You made another cut and said a familiar mantra.
- “Pain is just weakness leaving the body...” you whispered.
- >And you were very weak so you had a lot of pain to let out.
- >And the best/worst part was that you if you could, you’d do it forever.
- >Pain makes you forget.
- >Pain makes the voices go away.
- >You looked at the blade, a thin line of blood on the edge.
- >Pain made you feel so close to being a normal pony...
- >...yet so far away from one that it hurt.
- >It made you feel good at the expense of how you felt about yourself.
- >You monster.
- >You positioned the blade above your already brutalized foreleg and looked at your reflection on the metal.
- >You caught your eyes.
- >Were you really happy?
- >The good feelings flooded away.
- >You sighed.
- >Reality was overrated.
- >You flinched as you made one last cut.
- >It didn’t feel good anymore.
- >You checked over you leg and winced.
- >Your fur was matted with blood.
- >There was even more on the floor.
- >Quite a lot, actually.
- >You know this, was bad.
- >Really bad.
- >Oh boy, Eri, you did it now.
- >You got to your hooves to get a towel but was immediately hit with lightheadedness.
- >Ok.
- >It may have been worse than you thought.
- >You take a minute to steady before grabbing a towel from the rack about the toilet.
- >It takes you a minute to get the thing around your leg.
- >Blood was already starting to be visible around its edges
- >Any normal pony would have gone to the hospital.
- >You look at yourself again, this time into the cracked mirror.
- >You looked... tired.
- >Worn out.
- >It has been a long day.
- >You had a bump on your forehead from when you fell.
- >Bits of bile in your fur and mane from when you landed in it.’
- >Your eyes were red and watery from the pain.
- >You eyed the bottle of pain killers.
- >It was sorely tempting.
- >But the pain helps.
- >Pain was good.
- >But if it was good why did you feel so bad?
- >Another wave of dizziness hit you.
- >You needed to sit lie down.
- >You clearly make your way down the hallway and into your bedroom.
- >Normally you’d head straight to the little desk beside your bed to write but it just wasn’t in the cards today.
- >Unceremoniously, you plop into your blankets and stare at the ceiling.
- >You smiled a small, sad little smile at the words you had painted up there.
- >’You survived another day.’
- >You couldn’t find the will to move after.
- >You grew more and more tired.
- >Even more so dizzy.
- >Before you drifted off into a much needed rest you chuckled a bit.
- >At least this time you had to wash the sheets for different reasons.
- >”Eri, are you ok? You don’t look so good.”
- >Hubawhat?
- >What the hell?
- >What were you doing here?
- >Where was here?
- >You were sitting in a chair.
- >You looked around.
- >Nondescript ponies of all sorts walked to and fro around the cafe you were sitting at.
- >Anonymous is sitting across the table from you looking concerned.
- >How?
- >”Eri really. If you aren’t feeling up to it we can just call off the date. I don’t mind.”
- “W-what?”
- >Date?!
- >Anonymous looks even more concerned now.
- >No!
- >You couldn’t ruin this chance.
- >Your stupid earth pony brain must have forgotten somehow.
- >”Eri I-”
- “No no, I’m fine,” you felt yourself say.
- >Anonymous shook his head.
- >”I don’t beleive you for a second.”
- >He stood up and walked around the table towards you.
- >This took all of two seconds but you spent it shirking backwards into your seat.
- >Wow, he was tall.
- >Really tall.
- >Anon towered over you and his stature made it seem like he could pick you up and have his way with you if he wanted to.
- >He reached out for you.
- >You flinched.
- >Whatever it was you were expecting didn’t happen.
- >Instead he cleared you mane out of your face and looked you in the eyes.
- >Not for long because you looked away.
- >”Eri, tell me whats wrong.”
- >You whimpered pitifully.
- >You had so many questions.
- >Why did he care?
- >Why was he doing this?
- >Why were you here?
- >What the hell is happening?
- >You apparently forgot about a date with anonymous while you were in the middle of it.
- >There was no telling what all you did and didn’t remember.
- >What all did you forget?
- >You started to tear up.
- >You hated feeling like this.
- >You hated having almost no control over your life.
- >”Eri, look at me.”
- >He didn’t ask.
- >His voice was strong and commanding just then and set off a few memories, not all of which were pleasant.
- >Like dad’s.
- >Like a good filly, you looked at him, albeit fearfully.
- >He saw you look and sighed.
- >”Eri please. Tell me what’s wrong.
- >You didn’t see any kind of malice in his small eyes.
- >Why did he care?
- >”Please,” he pleaded.
- >You looked away and sniffed.
- “I-I don’t know w-why I’m here.”
- >”Oh. Huh.”
- >You shrank back even more.
- >You didn’t mean it like that.
- >Oh you made him mad.
- >He’ll hate you forever.
- >You’ll be a lonely mud pony forever because you said something dumb again.
- >You stupid, stupid pony.
- >”Hey, come with me. I’ll show you something. It usually cheers you up.”
- >Usually ch-
- >What was today?
- >Just how much did you forget.
- >At you not moving Anon asked again.
- >”Eri please. For me.”
- >You looked at him again.
- >Right into his small little human eyes.
- >”O-ok”
- >Anonymous smiled and led you away and out of the cafe.
- >The streets were surprisingly empty for the time of day.
- >It was really quiet.
- >You looked up at anon who walked in front of you.
- >He either didn’t notice or didn’t mind.
- >Both of those alarmed you.
- >You started to get a feeling of fear.
- >It came slowly at first but got worse the more distance you covered.
- >Where was he taking you?
- >Where is everypony?
- >What all did you forget?!
- >You eventually started hearing faint whispering and occasional laughter.
- >What was going on?
- >You eventually found yourself standing in front of a gate anon had opened for you.
- >It was Anon’s house!
- >But you had...
- >What?
- >This wasn’t possible.
- >Anon was already at his door and unlocked it while you gapped outside of his yard.
- >He looked over to you.
- >”Well are you coming?”
- >You couldn’t figure out for the life of you how to make any kind of sense out of the situation and instead just compiled like a good filly.
- >The inside was dark.
- >Really dark.
- >And quiet.
- >It scared you.
- >Yet...
- >You followed Anon in anyways.
- >The door shut behind you and you jumped.
- >There went the only source of light.
- >You couldn’t see your hoof in front of your face.
- “A-a-anon?”
- >You got no answer which made your fur stand on end.
- >You backed up fearfully and called out again.
- “A-anon?”
- >You bumped into the door.
- >You breathing started to pick up.
- >Celestia you felt like something was going to jump out of the black and consume you.
- “Anon t-this isn’t f-f-funny!”
- >Something shattered somewhere else in the house.
- >You squealed in fear.
- >You felt around the door, trying desperately to find the handle.
- >Something else broke and you heard a disturbingly familiar sound.
- >The small woosh of a fire igniting.
- >You turn around and see a small orange glow emanating from a room at the end of a hallway.
- >You can see the door now, though barely.
- >You froze when you notice something.
- >There is no handle
- >The glow was getting brighter..
- >You started to panic.
- >This couldn’t be happening!
- >You needed to get out of here!
- >You went over to the curtains above a couch and flung them away.
- >The window that surely was supposed to be behind them was boarded shut.
- >Nailed into the wall.
- >You look and find its the same for every window in the living room.
- >The glow got brighter.
- >You could smell smoke.
- >No no no no no!
- >You down the hallway into what would have been the kitchen.
- >It was covered in flames.
- >You cried out as cinders fell from the ceiling and burned you.
- >There was a set of stairs to your right that you galloped up.
- >There had to be a way out.
- >And there was.
- >A window in a room on your left was open, a gentle breeze blowing through it.
- >You started to move towards it before the floor fell out from that room.
- >The fire in the kitchen had burned through the floor.
- >You went into the other rooms to find that all of their windows had been boarded shut.
- >You were openly sobbing now.
- >You didn’t want to die like this.
- >Any way but this.
- >You ran back downstairs and bump into Anon.
- “Anonymous what are yo-”
- >Anonymous was staring blankly into the flames.
- >The fire was awfully close.
- >He didn’t even look down when he said, “Why did you do this?”
- >What?
- “But I didn’t! Come on we need to go!”
- >You tugged on his suit jacket trying to get him to move but he was rooted in place.
- >”Why would you do this to me, Miss Eri?”
- >You kept tugging.
- “Anon we need to move! If you don’t you’ll die!”
- >He didn’t move.
- >The fire was now uncomfortably close.
- >There was no way back to the living room.
- >That corridor was wreathed in flames.
- “Anon please. I don’t want to leave you here!”
- >You couldn’t get him to go.
- >You were forced away when tongues of orange started licking at his suit.
- “ANON PLEASE MOVE!”
- >He was on fire now.
- >You couldn’t do anything to save him.
- >His head turned one hundred and eighty degrees straight at you.
- >His face...
- >Oh Celestia...
- >It was burned beyond recognition but it was somehow contorted in the most hateful look you could have ever imagined on somepony.
- >He started to yell at you but his voice wasn’t his own.
- >”Its just like you to do something like this you stupid whoarse!”
- >Tears fell from your eyes as you backed away fearfully.
- >You couldn’t look at him anymore and turned your head.
- >”LOOK ME IN THE EYES, FILLY! I WASN’T ASKING!”
- >You did as you were told.
- >You had to watch anon get consumed by fire as you backed away from the approaching flames.
- >”Do even know how much money we had to pay that servants family to keep them quiet?!”
- >You whimpered.
- >”I CAN’T HEAR YOU ERI!”
- >You flinched.
- “No, d-daddy.”
- >”Well let me give you a ballpark, girl. Ten thousand. TEN THOUSAND BUCKING BITS!”
- >You couldn’t see him through the flames anymore.
- >You couldn’t stop crying.
- ”I’m sorry daddy! I didn’t me-”
- >”Didn’t mean to? DIDN’T MEAN TO? Well then I guess that makes it all better.
- >You make it to the top of the stairs but look down at the fire hopefully.
- “R-really?”
- >”No not really you stupid dirt pony! I’m sorry, Miss Eri, but since you didn’t mean to do that to that servant, then surely I don’t mean what I’m about to do to you.”
- “N-no daddy please!”
- >”SILVER PLATTER! Go out back and break off the largest branch from the cherry tree and bring it to me.”
- >You try to run away but something picks you up and floats you back towards the fire.
- “NO DADDY! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! I’M SO SORRY!”
- >You cry out as the flames start licking at your tail, burning you.
- >”You should have thought about that before you did it. Miss Eri, I’m going to teach your mother and I gave you that name.”
- >Your flesh starts to burn away and you scream.
- “PLEASE DADDY, I’M SORRY!”
- >”That’s too bad, dear. It’s funny really. You always seem to want attention and yet you don’t want it now that I’m going to give it to you.
- >You were fully enveloped in fire and agony screamed across your body.
- >”You shouldn’t be so ungrateful, oh daughter of mine. Even if you aren’t a unicorn, you are still my favorite daughter.”
- >You jolted awake breathing heavily.
- >It was just a dream.
- >A horrifying one, but just a dream.
- >You took a bit to calm down.
- >You room was bathed in orange by the light coming in through the window.
- >It stung your eyes.
- >You felt sweaty.
- >No wait...
- >Did you really?
- >You pissed the bed.
- >...
- >You stupid mud pony.
- >You roll off the bed and felt terrible.
- >But you need to start cleaning.
- >To walked to the bathroom, pain flaring up in your foreleg after each step.
- >You took a few pain killers and started to clean up your mess.
- >The blood.
- >The puke.
- >The piss.
- >You stupid...
- >Dirty...
- >Earth pony.
- >You tossed the last of your bedsheets into the washer.
- >That should be it.
- >You looked down at the towel on your leg.
- >Eh...
- >You sit on your haunches and gingerly unwrap your wounds.
- >Its some nasty business.
- >Flakes of dry blood fell as you removed the towel.
- >Your fur was matted with it.
- >Cuts run up and down your leg.
- >While normally you were meticulous with it, but this time it looked sloppy.
- >Some overlapped preexisting scars.
- >Most of the cuts looked closed up or were closing.
- >You should be fine.
- >You tired to move the limb and grimaced.
- >Maybe.
- >You tossed the towel in with the blankets and started the machine.
- >Now that you were washing your fabrics you needed to wash yourself.
- >If not because of the puke then for the feeling of walking with blood matted fur.
- >You trotted back upstairs into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror.
- >You were a mess.
- >Celestia were you ugly right now.
- >More so than you usually were and thats saying something.
- >You went and started a shower.
- >Steeping in, the hot water burned you and turned up the cold.
- >It still stung against your leg but it was bearable.
- >For a while you just stood under the steady stream coming out of the showerhead.
- >You liked it.
- >It was... relaxing.
- >You watched as the blood washed down your leg and made a red murky trail to the drain.
- >Every time you did cut and showered, you imagined that you were a warrior who just got back from a battle.
- >In a way you were.
- >You go to battle with your monsters everyday.
- >Your side never wins.
- >You always come back a little more wounded than the last time.
- >But you survive.
- >So yes, in a way you were a warrior.
- >You finished up washing and hopped out of the shower.
- >Or maybe you were just stupid.
- >More likely the former.
- >You went back to the mirror.
- >The damn thing was still cracked from earlier.
- >But didn’t hide your attractive features.
- >You cleared your mane away from the center of your forehead.
- >Where a horn would go.
- >You sighed.
- >You’d make such a pretty unicorn.
- >You pulled the cabinet door open and pulled out a bit of mascara.
- >It made you feel a little less ugly.
- >You liked to think that it would make up for what you lacked.
- >You thought it did.
- >But you knew better.
- >You put it back when you finished with it.
- >You then pulled out a brush and ran it through your hair.
- >This was a chore for your clumsy hooves.
- >If only you could do magic...
- >When you finished you looked to the mirror.
- >A slightly less unsightly earth pony stared back at you.
- >You look down at yourself but can only seem to focus on the scars and cuts.
- >You sigh again.
- >Nopony would ever love a pony like you.
- >You stepped away from the mirror and headed to the stairs.
- >And slipped on a pillow case.
- >You fell the rest of the way down the stairs.
- >Fucking great job, Eri!
- >You hated being clumsy.
- >You rubbed your head and winced.
- >That’s going to be another bump.
- >You took the case and tossed it on the washer for later.
- >Speaking of, the washers cycle was done.
- >You moved the blankets and growled.
- >Nopony likes a bed wetter.
- >Normal ponies don’t do that, Eri.
- >You’re such a fuck up.
- >You just brushed your hair and now its a mess.
- >You guess it hardly mattered anyways.
- >It’s not like you were going anywhere.
- >You finished moving all the stuff into the dry in started it.
- >You really wanted to get out of the house for a bit.
- >You needed air.
- >You trotted into your living room and an object caught your attention.
- >A certain bottle.
- >An inviting bottle.
- >The one that promised to make them go away but didn’t work half the time.
- >You glared at it.
- “This is all your fault you peice of shit.”
- >You kept up your look of hate as if it could make a response.
- >And it couldn’t.
- >”But guess who can?” a voice sing-songed in a volume akin to that of a whisper.
- >No not now!
- >”Oh stop it, earth pony.”
- >”You’ve screwed up enough that you deserve a break. It’s just that you need to be corrected on one little fact.”
- >You ran outside in a vain attempt to get away from the voices in your head.
- >There went your mascara.
- >You were such a crybaby.
- >”This is all...”
- “S-stop.”
- >”Your fault.”
- >You sat on the steps and sighed.
- >They were right.
- >”You peice of shit.”
- >As always.
- >After that you didn’t hear anything else for a while and you just looked up at the moon.
- >Your house happened to be at the end of a T-junction in the street which also happened to give you a view of a familiar place.
- >Canterlot.
- >The mountain city hung of the face of cliff in the distance.
- >The moon hung above it making the scene look almost picturesque.
- >But you hated the view.
- >It only served to remind you of all your screw ups.
- >And just how much of a failure you were.
- >You caught the smell of smoke still lingering in the air.
- >You couldn't do anything right.
- >You looked away and sighed.
- >Somepony stands in your field of vision.
- >Or rather some human.
- >Anonymous was a mess.
- >His normally laid back demeanor was gone.
- >He looked tired.
- >Defated.
- >His normally well kept suit was worn and covered in soot and ash.
- >You did that.
- >He was usually so happy.
- >At least on the surface.
- >Whenever you saw Anon in public you used to watch him out of curiosity.
- >He was odd.
- >He would talk and be sociable but had little moments of quiet.
- >You could see the sadness in his eyes sometimes.
- >You often saw a little of yourself in him.
- >He must be so lonely.
- >The only one of his kind...
- >And he had lost his house.
- >Because of you.
- >...
- >You are the worst kind of pony.
- >The both of you made eye contact after looking each other over.
- >There it was again.
- >His eyes may have been way smaller than anypony’s but they could still show the same emotion.
- >There was that look of deeper sorrow.
- >You always saw him talking with somepony...
- >But...
- >..maybe he was just as lonely as you.
- >For different reasons obviously, but still just as lonely.
- >No.
- >He shouldn’t associate with you.
- >He wouldn’t.
- >You freak.
- >He stood on the side with your uninjured fore leg so you moved the cut up one back in an attempt to hide it.
- >Hopefully he didn’t see it.
- >After some unknown internal debate he put on a little smile and walked over to you.
- >He’s doing it!
- >Anon came plodding slowly as if he was unsure.
- >You looked at him and could only think one thing.
- >He was tall.
- >Really tall.
- >Anonymous sat down next to you on the steps without looking at you.
- >You scooted away a little bit because you're an awkward piece of crap.
- >He doesn’t spare you a glance and instead looked up at the moon.
- >You weren’t really upset by it.
- >Even a rock in the sky was prettier than you.
- >“Looks like were both a little down on our luck, eh? Somepony decided they didn’t like my house,” he says with a sigh.
- >You actually flinched when he said that.
- >Come on, Eri.
- >Don’t fuck this up.
- >You whimpered.
- >...
- >Great job.
- >After that you both just sat there.
- >You don’t know if he was enjoying your company but to be honest with yourself...
- >You were actually enjoying his.
- >You at least hoped he was enjoying yours.
- >Hey, maybe he was.
- >Anon would have left if he wasn’t right?
- >You don’t really know but you didn’t want to fuck anything up.
- >If you kept your stupid mouth shut maybe you could make him feel better by being there.
- >Like he’s somehow doing for you.
- >So that's the way it was.
- >Two lonely souls down on their luck sitting together trying to enjoy one anothers company.
- >Or at least, it was like that for another five or so minutes before Anon stood abruptly and stretched.
- >“Well, it’s been nice Miss Eri but I need to get going. See ya around, I guess.”
- >And just like that, the person making you feel better gets up and walked away.
- >No!
- >You should say something you fool!
- >Anything!
- >You wasted most of those precious moments fighting your own damnable introversion to say something.
- >When finally you opened your mouth you could only whisper as he went out of sight.
- “W-wait...”
- >And he was gone.
- >You blew it.
- >He noticed you and you blew it.
- >Good job.
- >Anonymous gave a stupid pony like you the time of day and you cocked up.
- >For the longest time, you were staring at the last place you saw him walk to.
- >But a little fledgling thought wormed its way into your head.
- >You needed to find him.
- >You needed to do something for him.
- >You didn't know what.
- >You didn't know why.
- >You just... need to do something.
- >And you know what?
- >You may know what to do....
- >To say you had no friends would be a lie.
- >She might be a little upset about you knocking at this hour but you needed to do this.
- >You had to make up for his house somehow.
- >It was a stupid little plan but then again you were just a stupid earth pony.
- >You got up off your flank and start walking.
- >Everypony should already know who your one friend is.
- >It was Ponyville after all.
- >And Pinkie Pie knew everypony in Ponyville.
- END OF DAY 01
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