Agoraphobic NEETpone and Anon part 3

>You were Anon, and you just walked in on your waifu trying to clean a large wound.
>She didn’t have it when you both left the apartment.
>She was safely hidden in your hoodie the entire time.
>The only time you could think she could have gotten it was when you smushed her against the wall.
>This was your fault, and you needed to make it right.
“Floor, let me...”
>You started rummaging through the cabinets for a First Aid kit.
>You weren’t sure you had one.
>It wasn’t like either of you expected to ever be doing anything that could get you hurt.
>You ran to check the kitchen.
>The best you could find was fresh toilet paper for bandages, Q-tips, and the isopropyl you used when you were working on your rig.
>The best thermal paste available in Equestria was so shit it needed to be replaced every month.
“Let me… take care… of the wound.” You finally finished the sentence you started several lines ago.
>Also, you were out of breath.
>Running around the apartment in a panic was too much for your NEET physique.

>Floor Bored was huddled against the back wall of the bathtub.
>When she made eye contact with you her cheeks flared the most precious shade of red you’d ever seen.
>She broke eye contact and shook her head violently, flinging water around the bathroom and onto your pants.
>”No!”
>You took a small step toward her.
“Floor, I’m sorry, I… I would never hurt you. Or… I would never try to hurt you.”
>Your shoulders slumped.
>You felt like absolute garbage.
>You knew it was an accident, but that wasn’t an excuse.
>Humans are bigger and stronger than ponies, even someone as physically unimpressive as you.
>It was your responsibility to restrain yourself.
>The limited amount of contact you’ve had with ponies and the outside world has given you a greater understanding of that big kid who never stood up for himself in school.
>In Equestria YOU now became the gentle giant.
>You put down your medical supplies and crept closer to Floor Bored.
>She needed to know she was safe and everything was going to be OK.
>Her wound could wait a couple of minutes.
>When you stepped into the bathtub the shower water began to soak your clothes.
>As you approached Floor Bored tried to back herself further away from you, but when it didn’t work she just huddled up and tried to make herself as small as possible, hiding her eyes behind her long, uncut mane.
>Her fear was hard to bear, so you stopped your advance.
>You sat down cross legged a little ways from her.
“I’m sorry…”

>You have become Floor Bored, wet pony, and you’re pretty sure your horsebando’s face isn’t just wet because of the shower water.
>You were the reason why he was feeling guilty, and it was your responsibility to make him smile again.
>He smiled enough for the both of you, even when he didn’t think you were looking, and you liked that.
>But you didn’t know what to say or do.
>If he knew you’d hurt yourself he’d be just as sad.
>And, y’know, you were too chicken shit to be honest and tell him why you felt the need to do this in the first place.
>BATH TIME WAS FOR SOLITUDE.
>You felt a rush of anger flow through you.
>Before you knew it you’d stood up and had started banging your head against the wall.
>If that big dumdum had just let you clean yourself in peace you could have escaped and cloistered yourself in your room long enough for your wounds to heal.
>It was too unfair!
>He shouldn’t have barged in!
>Summer shouldn’t be a thing!
>Food shouldn’t require leaving the house! Ever!
>And…
>And your head wasn’t hitting the wall anymore.
>You were head thrashing the air like you were one of those metalhead pones.
>Anon had pulled you into his lap, away from the wall, and he was hugging you.
>It was still your responsibility to make him smile again.
>Today was just too much for you to handle, so you just buried your face in his shoulder and started bawling.
>You don’t quite remember, but you don’t think you were the only one making sad sounds.

>It took a while before you cried out all your tears.
>By the time you had the hot water had run out and you were both shivering under the cold tap.
“Th-the next-t time Princ-cess Cadence comes over… Can w-we kill her?”
>You could feel Anon’s cheek rub up and down against the back of your head.
>You could feel warm vibration seeping from his chest to yours, a chuckle.
>”O-only if you help me hide the body.”