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- Part 8
- >You are still on your knees sobbing when you hear her speak your name softly.
- >”Fid?”
- >She sounded... concerned.
- >No shit she is concerned, dude. She basically just destroyed a present that a monster was trying to give her.
- >And this was right after said monster killed 3 of the biggest diamond dogs you have ever seen.
- >She is concerned for her safety.
- >Upon this realization, you rise to your feet, still not looking at her.
- >You turn around, and approach the door.
- >”Keep the cane to remind you...”you say, cut off by the need for a deep breath.
- >”Remind me of what?” she interrupts.
- >You freeze at the door, turning only your head towards her.
- >”To remind you of when I was your friend.” another tear escapes your eyes as you exit.
- >”Fiddle, wait, what are you-” Her voice is distant as you sprint towards the Everfree.
- >It's raining in the Everfree, and although the foliage is thick above you, it does nothing to slow the torrent of water that flows from the sky.
- >Your chest is on fire, not only from the healed wound, but from the fact you ran for miles without stopping
- >You are in the deep woods now.
- >With no idea where to go, you slow down to a walk.
- >After a few steps, you fall to your knees, finally submitting to the pain in your chest
- >Kneeling over the ground, you slam the fist not clenched to your torso into the soft, wet earth.
- >Your body snaps up, and you scream into the storm.
- >You have years and years of anger, sadness,frustration, everything.
- >And for the first time in your life, you are fully able to comprehend all these emotions.
- >You need to see the dark in order to appreciate the light.
- >Yesterday, you got to see the brightest of lights
- >And today, the darkness consumes your very soul.
- >In the span of a few days, you have learned something.
- >You have learned about companionship.
- >At first, you weren't well received. That's to be expected of any alien in a foreign world.
- >But after a short while, the locals started to accept you.
- >One you even called friend.
- >And like a flick of a switch, the light was gone.
- >Returneing to the darkness, in which you belong.
- >Eventually your screams become mere sobs and whimpers.
- >You hold your legs against your chest as you rock back and forth.
- >You feel cold.
- >You don't like cold.
- >But you couldn't be warm. Warm is reserved for those who are warm of heart, for those who don't hurt others.
- >Cold is for the monsters
- >You may not like the cold, but you deserve no better.
- >A snapping twig in the distance catches your attention
- >All your years of self training and battle expertise come flowing from your mind.
- >You twitch, using all your will power to not use your training reflexes to defend yourself.
- >Your muscles scream for you to react, but you do not want to.
- >After a moment, the twig defiler speaks.
- >”What are you doing in the cold, my friend? If you are out here any longer, you will catch your end.”
- >You simply continue rocking in place. Perhaps it will go away. Perhaps it will eat you in one bite.
- >”I will tell you now that you won't come to harm from me. I cannot say the same for the other residents of the Everfree.”
- >Ok, this thing is rhyming with ease. What is it?
- >You turn your head, and see a hooded figure, about p0ny height.
- >Still holding your chest, you rise.
- >”Please leave. I will only end up hurting you.” You aren't sure if you are still crying, or if it's the rain.
- >”Many have tried, and met a terrible fate in the past. What makes you think you're different from the last?”
- >She wants to rhyme? Fine.
- >”I have done nothing but cause death and pain for the past 20 years. And through all those deaths, I did not shed a single tear. I have caused many to tremble before their absolute worst fears. For your own safety, please, do not come near.”
- >Ok, those are definitely tears you're feeling now.
- >”What if it was an innocent you had to face? Would you slaughter them too, or would you wish to take their place?”
- >How did she...
- >”I can see it in your eyes, you simple man. Those self destructive thoughts, you must ban.”
- >Wait, she knows what a human is?
- >”Come with me, you seem to be unwell. I will take care of you if you sit with me for a spell.”
- >You nod, sobbing intermittently.
- >”Be sure to follow me close, my house is just behind that tree. I just hope I did not forget my key.” She says with a light chuckle
- >How could she be making jokes at this time?
- >Maybe she has to always rhyme...
- >You are Fiddlesticks.
- >You got turned into a human
- >And your current fleshy form is in a lot of pain.
- >The solution being applied to your chest is numbing the pain a bit, but it still hurts like hell.
- >”My my, you are really quite fit. I am sure that with the ladies, you are quite a hit.”
- >And you're being ogled by a zebra
- >Today is a weird day.
- >And it's nowhere near over.
- >”So you used to be a scarecrow, the most terrifying of all? This sounds like a tale being spun rather tall.”
- >”No, it's true. I went to sleep in a field of flowers one day, and woke up a human.”
- >She stops applying the salve, and looks up at you.
- >”Tell me, were these flowers blue? If so, an explanation I may have for you.”
- >You nod.
- >”You fell asleep in a field of Poison Joke. Hazardous to everyp0ny, and it seems every bloke.”
- >Oh. That explains why Rarity burned those flowers you picked for her.
- >And here you thought she just hated your guts.
- >Wait. Did she say hazardous?
- >“Am I going to die?” your eyes widen.
- >”If you are cured fast, you will not perish. But the side effects, you seem to cherish.”
- >She's right. You like being able to laugh without causing terror, you enjoy being able to smile, and having emotion.
- >You enjoy being human.
- >But you also enjoy living.
- >Someday, you'll discover how to shift into a human again.
- >For now, your priority is to survive.
- >”I understand. What is the cure?”
- >She smiles as she looks you up and down, biting her lower lip.
- >”The cure involves you bathing in a special stew. An added plus, I get to see more of you.”
- >God damnit.
- >”Why did you use this door's lock? What if I want to see your c-”
- >You dunk your head under the water before she can finish her sentence.
- >Being a human is cool, but not when there’s a sex-crazed zebra in the area.
- >You don't even have lustful thoughts at other humans, let alone animals.
- >Especially miniature horses with neck rings and striped fur.
- >You hear a sickening crack, as you watch your legs extend and wither to sticks.
- >Glancing at your hand, you see the glove start to form over.
- >Surprisingly, this isn't hurting at all.
- >Then again, sticks and burlap sacks don't feel pain, why would you?
- >You dunk your head under one more time, whipping your non-existent hair back upon surfacing.
- >You try to blink
- >Failing that, you assume the stuff worked.
- >You step out of the cauldron/tub hybrid, and exit the room, only to be stopped by HornyStripes.
- >”It would seem the potion worked quite well. Maybe there's truth in the tales you tell.”
- >You simply nod, not wanting to startle her.
- >”It is rather too bad that you had to transform from being a handsome male. Oh well, let me show you a way into town, down my own private trail.”
- >Hoping this isn't another innuendo, you nod and follow her out.
- >3 steps out of the bathroom, you collapse to your knees.
- >That familiar light headed feeling has taken place again.
- >”Perhaps it is for the best if you stay the night and rest.”
- >You nod in agreement before falling face first into the floor.
- >You are awakened by the sound of hooves approaching, the morning sun gently shining through the window onto your face.
- >If you were still human, that would have woken you up.
- >Stop dwelling Fid. You can always ask PurpleSmart for how to become human when you get back to town.
- >Good idea, brain.
- >It's me, bro. When do I NOT have a good idea?
- >I can think of one instance.
- >Oh? When was that?
- >Remember when you told me to give her those flowers?
- >...
- >Exactly.
- >You are jarred from your internal monologue when the zebra speaks.
- >”Come, I need to take you to P0nyville. We do not have much more time to kill”
- >You rise, nodding on your way up.
- >She leads you outside, and your journey begins.
- >As you follow the trail, you notice that there are wards placed sparingly down the path
- >Those are probably what keep this path safe.
- >Even though you've only seen diamond dogs in these forests, every other sentient living thing seems to be afraid of the area.
- >You also hear the occasional roar or howl in the distance.
- >That helps with determining the evil-ness of the forest.
- >Not more evil than you, but still very evil.
- >Your zebra companion sighs.
- >”For the last time, you are not evil, my scarecrow friend. Every time you have taken a life, it was a justified end.”
- >Holy shit, she can read minds.
- >”On this path, thoughts of the conscious have a tie. I can also read minds on days that end in Y.” She chuckles.
- >This mare and her terrible jokes and sexually aggressive attitude.
- >That makes sense though. She can hear the thoughts on everything on or near the path. It’s how she knows if the path is safe.
- >That's probably what the wards are for.
- >”Call me Zecora, by the way. What do they call you, man of hay?”
- >”Fiddlesticks”
- >She flinches upon hearing your voice
- >After a moment of silence she speaks up
- >”This is the end of the road for this mare. Go a mile further on the path, and take care.”
- >You bow slightly.
- >She give the equivalent of a p0ny curtsy, and turns tail.
- >Her tail isn't striped like the rest of her. Strange.
- >You watch as the helpful, yet strange mare continues down the trail.
- >”Do you like what you see? When you are man again, come and find me” She looks back with a sultry grin.
- >God damnit.
- >You walk into town, scythe on your side, a familiar carousel showing itself in the distance.
- >As you walk towards it, the memories of yesterday flash in your mind's eye.
- >It would seem you hurt everything you come into contact with.
- >Untrue, Fiddle.
- >How is this untrue?
- >Look at Zecora. You didn't cause her harm. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, she wants to see you again.
- >No Brain, she wants to see my naked human self again.
- >And do terrible things to it.
- >Terrible, terrible p0ny related things.
- >You were so wrapped up with your internal monologue, you almost ran into a flower cart.
- >”Sorry” Your harsh voice whispers.
- >You hear a gasp
- >Will anything ever hear your voice and say 'Oh, such an amazing speaking voice! I wish I had that voice!'
- >”Are... are you...” a meek voice mumbles.
- >You lower yourself to look at whoever you managed to terrify this time.
- >Cream colored pony, with a flower on its flank.
- >*stare*
- >”Oh my gosh, you are!” her expression of apprehension turns to one of excitement.
- >*stare*
- >”Oh... Uhm... I heard you saved Rarity from being hurt by those dirty dogs!” She smiles ear to ear, but her eyes have a hint of fear.
- >You can smell the fear.
- >It's so sweet...
- >And its coming from an innocent, Brain.
- >But it's so sweet... just one little taste, Fid.
- >You ignore your brain and nod.
- >”Here, take these, please. They aren't much, I know, but I still want you to have something for saving my friend!” She picks up a bouquet of flowers with her hoof (wat) and hands them to you.
- >Thanking her, you head towards the boutique.
- >Upon closer examination, you see they are roses, white as the snow that graces Summoner's Rift every winter.
- >Very lovely, if you were one to enjoy flowers.
- >You remember reading how roses were supposed to have the sweetest scent of any flower..
- >Too bad you'll never smell them.
- >You hope Rarity will like them.
- >Speak of the devil, here you are.
- >You knock on the door with the back of your hand-scythe, quickly holstering it once you are done knocking.
- >You hear a voice behind the door
- >”Sorry, we are closed for cleanu-” She opens the door to you
- >”Oh. Hello Fiddlesticks.”she says flatly.
- >You wave slightly, letting out a small closed mouth smile.
- >”What can I help you with?” Her voice is a plateau
- >You didnt prepare for this at all, did you?
- >Not in the slightest
- >I gotcha, bro.
- >Assuming direct control.
- > Initiating apology protocol #724
- >”I'm sorry. For everything. I don't expect forgiveness. I wouldn't forgive me, just know that I'm sorry”
- >Well done, brain.
- >Thanks. I'll let you take control now.
- >Her pokerface is pretty good. Almost as good as yours.
- >Almost.
- >You reveal your hidden hand, and give her the white roses
- >”These are for you.” you say
- >Literally the same second I give you back control, you say something stupid.
- >Shut up brain, I'm new to this whole 'forgiveness' thing.
- > She looks at the roses, then into your eyes.
- >You turn your head to the side, avoiding her gaze.
- >Last thing you want is for her to have a flashback to that surprisingly early morning.
- >”Fiddlesticks?”
- >You sense a hoof on your face as your head is turned.
- >She stares deep into your eyes.
- >Her fear! Find her fear, NOW!
- >Omg fok off brain.
- >”I will forgive you, under one condition.”
- >”Anything”
- >She lets out an all to familiar sly smile.
- >You don't like that smile.
- >”I need your magic hands again.”
- >Your jimmies will not know peace this day.
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