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- >Your name is Sepia
- >and you happen to be leading three little moth fillies back toward your (rather unremarkable) home
- >what you'll do with them when you get there is a bit fuzzy, but you'll do something, that's for certain
- >the three fillies in question are named Orange Pop, Flower Tart, and Dandelion, though you're not too familiar with the names
- >all you know is that the local foalsitter Butterscotch had to go on a trip to the market for a couple hours
- >she promised you twenty bits for the job
- >sure, you didn't know how to handle kids, but you need the money
- >you had wondered what on earth was keeping her from taking them to the market with her
- >in the last fifteen minutes walking back home, however, you had found out quite fast
- >they're an incredibly rambunctious group of fillies
- >and even that would be an understatement, really
- >you're just glad you won't have to keep them from smushing frogs and belittling insects in the relative safety of your house
- >speaking of which, you've arrived at your destination
- >You turn to the little foals trotting alongside you, and begin your speech that you were composing on the walk back
- >y'know, lay the foundation for the rules and such
- >you open the door to your humble cottage, and step inside the frame before you deliver the list of mandates, still facing the foals
- "Now, I'd like to make one thing very cl-"
- >"C'mon, girls! Let's make ourselves at home!"
- >of course, this did not stop them from knocking you over and running inside with laughter
- >maybe you should have given your speech before you got home
- >oh, well...
- >at least the carpet's soft
- >Sighing (and rubbing the new bruises on your forelegs), you shut the door behind you with a small kick from your back leg
- >as you ease yourself off the carpet, you notice nothing of interest in the living room
- >that is to say, you don't see anyone at all
- >bearing in mind that you're supposed to keep an eye on a group of kids, this isn't a good thing at all
- >in fact, you don't hear even a peep from them
- >...
- >they must be in the spare bedroom
- >(you always lock the door to your room, that's private stuff there)
- >not bothering to call out (you're certain they're in that spare room!), you head out down the main hallway
- >sure enough, the door to the spare is closed (you like to keep it open, it lets you feel more safe when you know what's in the room)
- >it's irrefutable; they're in there
- >you think you just heard the word 'robber'
- >what could they possibly be up to?
- >children are so astounding sometimes!
- >not wanting to keep yourself waiting on the answer, you hurriedly push against the door...
- >...There's nothing but the extra bed and dresser waiting for you
- >huh
- >you could've sworn they'd be in h-
- >your thoughts are interrupted with the application of a large weight to your back
- >your eyes are covered by what appear to be thin wings, filling your vision with grey
- >she must have been hiding on the ceiling just above the entryway, whomever she is
- >"I've got her, quick! Get the rope, Dandy!" Orange Pop's voice calls out
- >oh, now what?
- >answering your question, you're shoved into what you can only assume is an old chair you forgot about
- >and rope is wrapped 'round your rear hooves and chest (along with your forehooves), tying you to the chair, effectively incarcerating you
- >finally, after some (rather uncomfortable) adjusting of knots, the ashen curtain lifts itself from your vision
- >before you stands Flower Tart, grinning with pure joy
- >off to your left, Dandelion's still trying to tighten a knot
- >and, though you can't see her, you're pretty sure that Orange is standing on the back of the chair
- "Alright, what's going on here?"
- >Orange is the first to respond, but not in the direct sense of the word
- >"YAY! Robbers win! Robbers win!"
- "W-what?"
- >you're absolutely bewildered at these events
- >Flower Tart answers your question
- >"Haven't you ever played "Cops and robbers" before? You told us you'd play with us!"
- "Um..."
- >"Yeah, Dandelion remembers that she told Dandelion "Yeah, sure" on the trip here!" the long-antenna-ed foal responds
- >...maybe you should pay more attention to questions little fillies ask you
- >"Well, if she does know how to play..." Flower begins
- >"...Then she should know that she's gotta be the 'Robber' now!"
- "Wait, wha-"
- >"Do you have any nightsticks or tasers we could use as the 'Cops'?"
- >Your eyes shoot open in panic at the thought of a filly using such things, on you no less!
- "Erm, well, I, uh-"
- >"Oh, Flower!" Orange pipes up
- >"I think I saw a locked door near the end of the hallway! D'you think she'd keep some in there?"
- >that kicks you out of your stammering stupor
- "Wait! Aren't you a bit hungry from all this activity?"
- >genius, absolute genius! They'd never suspect you're just diverting their attention from your room with a question like that!
- >Dandelion, Saturniidae bless her, takes the bait
- >"Yeah, Dandelion hasn't eaten since breakfast!"
- >hook, line, and sinker
- "Do you think you could untie me now?"
- >Orange Pop and Dandelion do so, deftly moving your bindings through each other and loosening them
- >ahh, freedom! Such a wonderful thing it is!
- "Alright, now march yourselves to the kitchen, young ladies!"
- >they zip off through the door, leaving you to sigh with relief
- >that was almost TOO close
- >You trot into the kitchen and see the little mothfillies looking at you anxiously
- "So, uh, you like ramen, right?"
- >After a timely supper, Orange Pop, Dandelion, and Flower Tart all crawl up on the living-room sofa to rest
- >rest, of course, meaning sleep
- >it's oddly cute how fillies are when they're sleeping all bunched together like that
- >as you wonder if they'd actually use nightsticks or tasers on a real pony, the doorbell rings
- >you head over to the door, creaking it open
- >"Hello, Sepia!"
- >it's Butterscotch, of course
- >"I'm back from the market. I hope the children weren't too troublesome...?"
- "Not at all, Miss."
- >that's only a half-lie
- >"Oh, wonderful, I knew I could trust you to take care of them! Now, I may have to run to the market tomorrow, do you think you could...?"
- "Oh, no, I've got, uh, 'important' things to attend to tomorrow."
- >"That's fine, dear. Maybe Virgo will care for them, I heard he's good with children."
- >she leans through the doorway
- >"Oh, girls!" she calls
- >the three foals perk up at the call, nigh-instantaneously wide awake
- >"Time to go, now. Say goodbye to Sepia!"
- >she whispers to you;
- >"And here's your money."
- >as she hands you twenty bits exactly
- >the young moths zip through the doorway to the darkening outside world, Butterscotch right behind them
- >the group turns and calls out in unison;
- >"Goodbye, Sepia!"
- >and they all journey off into the darkness, leaving you by yourself
- >It's been a tiring two hours
- >being tied up is not fun at all
- >Now, you only wish for some rest
- >you unlock the door to your room with a small key you keep hidden away, and open the door
- >locking the door behind you, you turn toward your fluffy bed
- >you flutter up onto the mattress, and lie down on your back
- >you let sleep engulf you, easing away the tension in your muscles
- >it was a good day, today
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