Breakfast - Just-add-Shimmer

>You are Shimmer Light.
>Things have been... interesting.
>More moths look at you as you pass now.
>Hexferry seems to be building an army against you.
>She intends to drown you in a sea of filth, apparently.
>She's attempting to sully the most beautiful thing in existence so everyone else can have a chance.
>Too bad it won't work, no matter how many moths are on her side.
>You are Shimmer Light, the brightest star in the universe. The only reason not everything revolves around you is because they can't comprehend you.
>You wonder if their brains even function correctly.
>You notice the peach one give you a sidelong glance.
>The regal one walks past you with another mare, one with a green mane and tail. She didn't look at you, but the other one did. The green-maned one hid behind the regal one as you went by.
>"Don't worry, Moony."
>Pet names. They're probably lovers.
>Love.
>Only fools love.
>The white one and the bee stare directly at you as they pass.
>"Hey, that's her, right?"
>"Yeah..."
>You keep walking.
>Every day, you keep walking.
>More moths notice you.
>They stare at you.
>They judge you.
>You hate them.
>... But you've yet to interact with anyone besides Hexferry.
>She hasn't spoken to you since you shoved her.
>However, she hasn't stopped giving you ugly glares.
>...
>You're walking back home with a box on your back.
>The box... contains some ingredients you need for a recipe.
>A recipe for just-add-water pancakes.
>It's just a box filled with just-add-water pancake mix.
>You don't eat often enough to care about food or any type of food preparation.
>You notice the fat one walking. This time, the only pony she's with is the orange filly.
>The fat one cowers while the filly looks at you with an inquisitive look.
>"Miss Butterscotch..."
>"Yes?"
>"Why is she always alone?"
>The fat one shakes a bit and tried to hush the filly.


>"It's impolite to talk of others that way..."
>But it's the truth.
>You are always alone.
>...
>However, you're never lonely.
>You're always near the best moth of all time, your favorite being in every possible existence.
>Yourself.
>The filly's face shows a hint of sadness as you pass them.
>"I want to get to know her."
>Just like Hexferry.
>That's a bad idea.
>"M-maybe later..."
>Stop lying to the filly, fatty.
>You hear nothing more from them as you continue home.
>...
>You glance up toward the post he's usually at.
>As per always, the bat-moth abomination is perched upon the top of a house.
>He's looking down at you.
>He has a similar expression you have when you look down on everyone else.
>He turns away and nods as though he said something.
>Your eyes dart to where he is looking.
>A small alley between houses.
>A shadow dashes into the recesses of the alley.
>If anything happens to you, you will be at a severe disadvantage, due to sheer numbers against you.
>You don't care.
>They can't really do anything to you.
>They are merely ants to a tarantula.
>They... are nothing.
>...
>You close in on your home.
>Hexferry still has a chance to exit her house to confront you.
>Your eyes are fixated on her door.
>You continue your advances.
>Closer to your home...
>Closer to getting away from all of these gnats.
>Closer to freedom...
>...
>You pass Hexferry's house.
>She didn't exit.
>You glance around.
>No one is in sight.
>...
>A shadow juts out from the shadow of your home.
>You look toward the top of your house.
>A figure moves from your sight.
>Someone is on your roof.
>You wonder how far they'll go to spy on you.
>...
>You don't care.
>They are nothing.
>You open your door.
>Everything is how you left it, as usual.
>You walk inside, turn around and shut the door.