Rotwhite chapter 2

>You turn your head and suddenly something impacts against you
>”What the!”
>It’s a young light orange filly with a purple mane
“Snow Slate!”
>You freeze as the filly starts to rub her face against you and hugs you
>That’s your full name
>You usually don’t share it with ponies, but this filly knows it, that means she knows you
>You feel something moist as the filly starts to cry against your coat
“I-I though I would never see you again...”
>The filly lifts her head and looks at you straight in the eyes
>And you stare back at her
“S-snow Slate?”
>You push the filly away to get free from her grip and then get back up as the filly stares at you with worry
>”Listen kid, I need you to tell me everything you know about me”
>The filly stares at you with shock
“W-what are you saying? Are you ok?”
>You feel a light headache incoming
>”Out with it, I haven’t got all day, I’ve lost my-“
>The filly looks devastated and as a few tears drop from her eyes she suddenly takes off running towards the woods
>You waste no time running after her
>”Come back here!”
>Ugh, this is why you hate kids...
>You look around but see no signs of the filly, but you do notice something else
>a couple of birds on the ground, flapping their wings like their life depended on it, yet still remaining on the ground
>”Kind of like my wings...”
>Suddenly your ears twitch as you hear sobs coming from your right
>You quickly run after the sounds, jumping over roots and plants while dodging trees as you gallop
>You arrive to a very small clearing and you stop moving so you can listen and survey the area
>You can’t pick up her sobs anymore, but you do notice something else that’s off
>the similar kind of frost, all over various plants and on the ground
>that makes no sense... frost would have melted away by now, it’s not the warmest but still not that cold
>Suddenly you hear a scream
>It’s definitely the sound of that filly
>You run towards where you think you heard the sound as you pant while your head pounds
>You knew you were not in the best of shapes but to be this out of breath...
>You stop dead on your tracks as you see the filly lying on the ground as a small cloud of haze seems to settle down around her
>”No...no way...”
>The filly is lying on the ground, before an open flower
>”You’ve got to be kidding me!”
>You kick the ground angrily
>It’s an Amnesia blossom
>You angrily bite your mouth shut as you glare at the already drooping flower, but then you collect yourself and walk over to the filly
>The pollen does not stay active for more than a few seconds since it’s a defense mechanism of the flower if anything gets too close to it, now that the pollen has settled and fallen to the ground it’s safe to say it’s harmless
>You lift the filly onto your back and as you do so you notice something else
>there’s a lot of that frost looking stuff near the base of the flower, maybe that has something to do with the fact that you have come across another one of a flower that’s considered very rare and some ponies never see one during their lifetime
>You turn around and start walking towards the house
>hopefully this filly will remember something of use when she wakes up, and since you have no idea where you actually are you do not really feel like going adventuring, especially with this extra baggage you have to carry now
>you keep walking in grumpy silence while surveying more things that are unable to fly, like butterflies and dragonflies, flapping their wings on the ground in panic
>The walk back does not take too long and soon enough you see the familiar house with the freaky sculpture
>You go in and set the filly on the couch before sitting down and sighing
>”Great, just bloody great...”
>You’re back to square one, your only lead so far a filly who most likely can’t remember anything useful with your luck
>You look at the filly as she sleeps soundly
>Her long mane is fixed in a ponytail and she’s yet to have her wings grown on her
>Why on Equestria would this filly know you? You don’t really get along with children, nor do you care to
>And no way could you loose so many memories from an Amnesia Blossom that she could be yours in any way
>Unless you got really drunk and adopted one while being drunk off your ass...
>You decide to look around the house a bit more instead of thinking any further
>And this house, it’s in too good of a condition to be abandoned, where the hell is the owner?
>You hop off of the chair you were sitting and pace back and forth while thinking
>Maybe you should just leave this filly here and go search for a village or a town, she most likely won’t be of any use once she wakes up
>No, that would not be nice... but why should you get sidetracked by her? But she did seem to know you...
>You stop pacing
>But you just can’t sit here and just waste time. Ugh, if only you had a drink...
>You walk over to the small kitchen area of the house and open a few cupboards
>pots & pans, plates and glasses, flours and sugar...
>you open the last one and only find paper, pencils and other mundane things behind it
>well, you did not find anything to make this situation tolerable, but now you have a way you can go and explore
>You’ll leave a note to the filly, that way she’ll stay put if she wakes up while you’re looking for any clues where you are and why
>You scribble a little note and then place it on the filly’s forehead with some tape
>”You lost your memory. Don’t go anywhere”
>Satisfied with the note you turn around and walk to the door
>But as you open it you pause
>...she’ll most likely be scared, waking up somewhere without any memory how she got there
>and there’s no guarantee she’ll actually stay put once she does
>You think about tying her hooves up so she can’t run off, but then you groan and slam the door shut and walk back to the filly
>You rip the note off of her sleeping face and then sit back down
>And then you just stare at her and wait
>and wait more...
>and more...
>You get up and walk to the fridge
>it’s mostly empty, but you do find some milk that still smells fine
>Let’s see, you also saw some honey in one of the cupboards, there
>You heat up the milk on a small kettle by the fireplace you lit up so it’s warm and mix a hefty heap of honey into it
>Not the best, but it’ll do
>As you sip the drink you glance outside, and to your surprise it’s getting rather dark already
>Well, seems like you’re staying the night here then
>You put on a few lights and think about returning to your search for alcohol but then the filly starts to mumble in her sleep
>You turn your attention to her as she sits up on the bed and looks around
“Wha...Mommy?”
>The filly rubs her eyes and looks around again, looking much more awake now, and then she notices you and looks panicked
>She quickly hides behind the blanket you threw on her when you set her on the couch
“Aaah!”
>You just stare at her as she peeks at you cautiously from within the blanket
“W-who’re you? Where am I?”
>”I’m Snow. You’re at some house somewhere”
>A little bit more of her head appears from within her blanket shield
“A-am I kidnapped?”
>You give the filly an unimpressed look
>”Listen kid, you’re here because of your own stupidity”
>The filly’s expression becomes sad and she retracts some of her head behind the blanket
“O-ok...”
>”You know what an Amnesia blossom is?”
>Now the filly’s whole head peeks from behind the blanket
“Isn’t that a magical flower that makes you forget things?”
>You raise an eyebrow, but at lest you don’t have to explain that to her
>”Yeah. You ran into one”
>The filly tilts her head a little
“I did?”
>”Yeah, but this is important. Do you know me or remember me?”
>The filly shakes her head
“No... do you...know me?”
>You sigh and slump against the chair
>”Can’t remember, but you did act like you knew me”
>The filly tilts her head again in confusion
>”I ran into an Amnesia blossom as well”
“Oh...”
>”What’s the last thing you can remember?”
>The filly looks up at the ceiling for a while as she thinks before answering you
“I was with my mommy and daddy, at my birthday...”
>The filly looks back at you now
“Are my mommy and daddy here?”
>You shake your head
“Oh...”
>The filly’s ears and antennae droop as she looks a bit sad now
>You rub your forehead with your hoof
>”Listen, we must be near your home village or town, so tomorrow we’ll go there and you’ll find your parents there”
>Whatever to keep her from weeping for the whole night
>The filly gives a little nod but till remains sad
>”What’s your name anyway kid?”
>The filly lies down on the couch while looking depressed
“Honey Mug”
>You nod but the filly is too busy being sad to notice so you just walk over to the kitchen
>You have on place you haven’t looked and-
>You can’t help but to grin, jackpot
>A bottle of booze, half full
>You open it up, but then you pause and glance at Honey Mug and sigh with irritation
>...you close the bottle and put it back
>”If you’re hungry there’s some milk with honey in the pot by the fire”
>You walk by her and grab one of the couch cushions and set it on the floor
>”It’s late, I’m going to sleep. Tomorrow morning we’ll look around if you can tell where we are. Don’t wander off.”
>You lie down on the floor and close your eyes as exhaustion washes over you
>you didn’t realize you were this tired
>As you feel your consciousness slip you can hear a few quiet sobs...