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>be you, Fluttershy
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>you know you're not supposed to leave your house unless it's important
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>but poor Angel is out of carrots
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>well, you've actually got plenty of carrots for him
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>but they're not the kind he likes
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>you bought them because there was a deal in bulk, but little Angel is such a fussy eater
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>he shredded them up and threw them all around the room
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>the poor dear was in quite a state
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>so long story short you had to venture out into the market today, even though the regulations make it kind of a bother to shop
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>but poor Angel is so hungry, and--
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"HEY!!"
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>you cringe instinctively and back away from the angry mare glaring over her shoulder at you
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"Keep six feet away from me!" the mare snaps
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"O-oh. I'm sorry. I forgot."
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>the mare narrows her eyes at you suspiciously
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>you back tentatively away until you are an appropriate distance from her
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>she glares at you and turns slowly back around
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"HEY!!!"
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>you cringe as you feel your rump bump up against somepony else
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>you turn to see another mare glaring at you angrily
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"What's the matter with you?!? Are you stupid or something?!?"
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"I-I'm sorry..."
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"You should be sorry! You could be a vampire for all I know!!"
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>you crouch meekly to the ground and begin backing away from the furious mare, who is still yelling at you
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>bump
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>you feel your rump press against the first mare, who wheels around furiously
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"Gah, you again! What's wrong with you? Don't you know the rules?"
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>both mares are now glaring at you
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>you press yourself to the ground, wishing it would swallow you up
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>more ponies are turning to look at the commotion
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>oh dear
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>what do they want you do to?
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>you can't keep six feet apart from both of them
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"Um, well, the thing is, if maybe one of you could just back up a little, I might have room..."
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"Uh, YOU bumped into ME!" snaps the first mare
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"Yeah!" the second chimes in. "You bumped into me too! Can't you even follow a simple rule?"
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>the first mare seems to notice something, and peers at you suspiciously
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"Hey, wait a minute. Where are your garlic cloves?"
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>your eyes widen in panic
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>you completely forgot to put on your garlic cloves this morning
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>you look around self-consciously
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>everypony else in the market is wearing a rope of garlic cloves around their neck
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>Mayor Mare handed down the ordinance last week
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>a few months ago a pony had been bitten by a new and nasty type of fruit bat
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>she'd turned into a vampire and developed an insatiable thirst for the blood of ponies
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>according to Twilight the vampire infection had spread across all Equestria, converting thousands upon thousands of ponies into dark minions of the night
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>horrible business, that
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>but more to the point, it's now illegal to go outside without putting on a rope of garlic cloves to ward off the vampires
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"HEY EVERYPONY!! THIS PONY ISN'T WEARING A ROPE OF GARLIC CLOVES!!!"
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>you are now pressed flush against the ground
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>you can feel their horrible accusing eyes on you
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>you try to dig a hole with your mind powers but it doesn't work
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>there is a whole crowd forming around you now
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"What do you mean she isn't wearing garlic cloves?" demands one pony
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"See for yourself!"
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"Hey, you're right! She isn't wearing garlic cloves!"
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"Why aren't you wearing garlic cloves?!?"
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"Yeah, do you WANT us all to turn into vampires?"
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"Maybe she IS a vampire!"
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"Yeah, only a vampire wouldn't want to wear garlic cloves around her neck!"
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>you feel their horrible, accusing eyes boring into you
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>you begin to quake with fear
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"N-no, I'm sorry, I just forgot...you see, I have a really hungry little bunny at home..."
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"SHUT UP, VAMPIRE!" one pony snaps
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"Yeah!"
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"um, I'm not a vampire..."
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"THAT'S JUST WHAT A VAMPIRE WOULD SAY!"
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>the circle is closing in on you now
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>you take several nervous steps backward
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>you cringe as you feel yourself bump into somepony again
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"Get away from me, vampire!" the pony shouts, shoving you
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"Hey, don't shove the vampire into me! I don't want to get vampire-infected!"
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"Shut up!"
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"YOU shut up!"
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>you are literally shaking
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>at least everypony stopped yelling at you and started yelling at each other
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"Now what in the hay is goin' on here?!?"
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>everypony stops yelling
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>you look up to see who it is
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>oh no
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>no
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>not her
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>please
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>the crowd parts slowly to let her through
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>you look up, quaking with fear
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>yep, it's her
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>Applejack pushes through the crowd
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"Now what in the hay is goin' on?" she asks again
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>the first mare who yelled at you points
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"This pony is a vampire!"
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>you cringe
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>Applejack looks down at you and frowns
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"Now why do y'all think that Fluttershy is a vampire?"
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>the second mare speaks up
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"She's not wearing her garlic rope!"
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"Yeah, she's trying to infect us all!" another pony chimes in from somewhere
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>Applejack turns back to you and frowns deeply
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>you shrink beneath her icy stare
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>Applejack used to be your friend, but ever since Mayor Mare put her in charge of vampire detection she's become unpleasant to be around
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"This true, Fluttershy? Are y'all a vampire?"
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"N...no. You see, Angel was out of carrots, or, well, he has carrots, but they're not the carrots he likes..."
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>you trail off, because Applejack isn't listening
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>she rubs a hoof pensively under her chin
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"Well, y'ain't wearin' yer garlic cloves, an' that's mighty suspicious...and ya did turn into a vampire that one time..."
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>several ponies cry out in alarm
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"There's been a vampire in this town the whole time?!?"
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"Why didn't you tell us?!?"
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"You're supposed to be protecting--"
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>Applejack silences them all with a glare
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"please, Applejack, I swear I'm not a vampire, I just forgot the cloves today, that's all, so if I could, um, just go home..."
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>Applejack glares at you, and you can no longer speak
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"I've heard enough. I reckon we should administer the test."
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>there was a unanimous murmur of approval from the surrounding crowd
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"The test!" cried one pony
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"THE TEST!" cried another
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>no
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>no please
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>not the test
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>but it's too late
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>the ponies seize you and drag you across the market
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>you can see the scaffolding at the center of the square drawing closer
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>no
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>no
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>your knees quake as they drag you up the stairs
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>ponies are jeering at you
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>screaming at you
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>tears well up in your eyes as they strap the bit into your mouth
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>the leather straps bite into your fetlocks as they secure your legs to the pulley
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>Applejack takes her place at the top of the platform
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>her face is the stern mask of the inquisitor
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>no
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>you hate this part
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>somepony slips a blindfold over your eyes
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>you can hear ropes and pulleys tightening around you
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>poor Angel
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>he's probably wondering where his carrots are
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>this is why you don't like to go shopping anymore
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~Fin~
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