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- >A decrepit, insect-like hoof runs through your cold breastplate.
- >Then, a soft feminine hand.
- >”You know, I made a filly laugh today.” She whispers.
- >She enjoyed your company, and came to visit you every day.
- >You lay there silently, listening.
- >”It felt great; the ponies are really warming up to me.”
- >She sighs, and looks to you.
- >The tree behind the two of you shadows and protects the two from the sunlight.
- >”I wish you could see it.”
- >She sighs again, and reminisces.
- >You feel the cold ground and mud welcome you.
- >The rain isn’t very helpful either.
- >You turn and face the stallion.
- >”Please, my mother is-“
- >”No money, no medicine!” He shouts at you, and slams the door.
- >You slowly get to your feet,
- >Tears fill your eyes.
- >You clutch onto your cloak tight, but it is already soaked.
- >You begin a slow walk home.
- >Then you cough.
- >And again.
- >And again.
- >You cover your mouth in the flurry of coughs, as the ponies avoid you.
- >You feel something on your hand, and you examine it.
- >The green goo.
- >No, this is too soon.
- >Doctor said you had at least a week.
- >At least that’s what mom said.
- >You quicken your tiny pace, walking through the cold alleys of Canterlot.
- >Then you hear it.
- >”Look at this thing, what do you think it is?”
- >”No idea, but this is hideous!”
- >”Look at that leg! The holes!”
- >The two voices laugh.
- >”Leave me alone!” A small voice whines.
- >From the sounds of it, it is a girl.
- >A young girl, just like you.
- >Except she’s a girl.
- >Out of curiosity, you follow the voices.
- >”Come on now, you freak, we just want to break your wings.”
- >”Do you think it even bends?”
- >You poke your head through the corner.
- >There were two big stallions, cornering a small filly.
- >No wait, that’s not a filly.
- >It had jet black ‘skin’ which reminded you of beetles.
- >It had seaweed-like mane, with a sickly teal color.
- >It had a horn, which was bent and crooked out of proportions.
- >The filly also had insect-like wings, which was green as well.
- >A ring of sea green carapace ran through its abdomen.
- >What was that?
- >The stallions were closing on her fast.
- >Her deep green eyes glazed, as her tears joined the rain.
- >She then sees you.
- >Her eyes beg for help.
- >Mom always said, help out the weak.
- >”Hey!” You shout. “Pick on somebody your own size!”
- >The two, large, hulking stallions turn to you.
- >They laugh.
- >”A human child? What are you going to do, whine at us?”
- >One of them comes up and pushes you to the ground.
- >You cough and the green goo comes out again.
- >The stallions go silent.
- >”It’s the Green Plague! Run!”
- >The two quickly dart away.
- >Darn, you wished they didn’t know.
- >You go to the filly, and cover her with your own cloak.
- >The rain is now chilling you to the bone.
- >”Hey, you alright?” You ask.
- >She looks to you with admiration, then disgust.
- >”Are you going to call me a freak too?”
- >”I thought you were going to call me that.” You smile.
- >”Yeah, you’re a disgusting human.”
- >You frown.
- >”That’s not very nice.”
- >”Yeah, well I don’t need nice.”
- >She shrugs off your cloak and makes her way.
- >Then she falls to the ground, shivering.
- >You rush to her immediately, and hold her up.
- >”Leave… Me… Alone…”
- >”No, you need help; we need to help the weak, my mom always said!”
- >She grits her teeth.
- >”I’m not weak!”
- >Then she falls to the ground again.
- >”So hungry…” She mutters.
- >You hold her up.
- >Fillies were pretty light.
- >”Come on, my home isn’t far away, I’ll get you help!”
- >She doesn’t respond.
- >You wrap your cloak over her, and start running.
- >She needed help.
- >A weak, brittle woman, moves several flasks of unknown chemicals.
- >She lays it down next to a pony, who is having a coughing fit.
- >”Here, this will help.” She passes him a flask.
- >The pony immediately takes it, and gulps the mixture down.
- >”T-thank you.” He whispers, before setting into his bed.
- >She smiles weakly, and turns to a horde of other sickly ponies.
- >She starts keeping them in track mentally, counting each to the flasks.
- >Damn, she’s short by five again.
- >She gently passes the mixtures to the one with the worse cough.
- >Anon better have the shipments again.
- >She then coughs once.
- >And then again and again.
- >Shit, not now.
- >You push your way through the door, holding the filly.
- >”Mom!” You shout.
- >She turns to you with her tired glance.
- >She smiles, and slowly eyes your package.
- >”You got the medicines, Anon?”
- >You shake your wet head.
- >”Then what is that?” She hopefully points to the package.
- >”It’s er- a filly.”
- >”Another one, Anon? Bring her here.”
- >You shuffle over and place the wrappings on the table.
- >You gently open it, revealing the filly to mom.
- >Mom freaks out and gasps.
- >”Oh my, I never thought- what is this?”
- >”It’s a-“
- >The filly groans.
- >”Mom, do you have anything to eat?” You turn to your mother, still frozen.
- >”She’s hungry.”
- >Your mother slowly nods and heads into the kitchen.
- >You look around the cramped house.
- >At least a dozen and a half ponies were in here.
- >”Are you alright, Mr. Jenkins?” You turn to the elderly donkey.
- >He gives you a weak smile.
- >”Yes, thanks to you and your blessed mother.”
- >You nod and turn to the filly again.
- >”So, do you like eggs or bread?”
- >She groans.
- >”No, not that…”
- >”I need feelings, emotions.”
- >You pause.
- >What?
- >”What?”
- >”Show me- love.”
- >You freeze.
- >What the heck should you do?
- >You shutter and glance around nervously.
- >What should you do?
- >It was like that entry exam all over again.
- >You dropped out later, anyway.
- >”Come… on…”
- >She’s getting weaker, you just know it.
- >You lift your hand and move away the wet strands of her mane.
- >You quickly lean in and give her a peck on the cheek.
- >You can feel your cheeks burning up.
- >She’s blushing as well.
- >You didn’t know bugs could blush.
- >The light in her eyes return, and she turns to you.
- >”Better.” She says, and her horn glows.
- >She squints her eyes, and gets to her hooves.
- >She sets herself down on the table again.
- >Mom comes out with a small loaf of bread.
- >”It’s not much, but I hope it’s enough.” She hands the bread to the filly.
- >”No mom, she’s fine now, she eats-“
- >You are stopped by the cold stare from the filly.
- >”Hm, Anon?”
- >You turn to the filly again.
- >She shakes her head.
- >”Nothing.”
- >The filly takes the bread and chews on it, nibbling her way through.
- >Mom goes over to take care of the other ponies.
- >She took in all that she could.
- >The plague really hit the poor section of the town really hard.
- >Before you knew it, ponies were dying in the streets.
- >Many sections got quarantined.
- >They had the cure for it, but it was too expensive.
- >Only the rich could afford it, while the disease spread like wildfire.
- >The filly comes up to you and nudges you in the arm.
- >You turn to face the filly, shyly looking down, rubbing one of her forelegs.
- >”Hey… I just wanted to say-“
- >She makes eye contact for a second, and then looks down again.
- >”Thanks.”
- >”No problem!” You respond, holding up your hand.
- >”I’m Anon, you?”
- >She slowly reaches your hand, and inserts it between your fingers.
- >You can feel the holes on her leg, and the sleek surface of her skin.
- >She then slowly lifts it, and then gently lets it fall a little.
- >You grab tight and shake the hoof.
- >She is still looking away, and you just smile at her.
- >”I’m…”
- >You raise a brow, and stare silently.
- >”Chrysalis.”
- >”Chrysalis?”
- >”Yeah.”
- >”Well, it’s good to meet you, Chrysalis, May I call you Chrys?”
- >”No pony ever said they were glad to meet me…”
- >”Well.” You give a playful smile.
- >You lean closer.
- >”Just like what my mom always says; I’m not a pony.”
- >You shoot another smile, and put your hands to your hips.
- >”Good to see you have a soft side, Chrysalis.”
- >She perks up, and punches you in the arm.
- >The insect leg hits like a brick.
- >You recoil, and rub your arm.
- >She smiles in victory, and goes over to her corner.
- >You look over to your new friend.
- >Yeah, friend sounds nice.
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