>A chilly, but beautiful night greets you as the door slowly closes behind you.
>The cold air smacks you in the face, giving you a bit of a refresher.
“Fuck, good thing I’m wearing a jacket.”
>You start to walk away from the bar, and to be honest, you’re far from drunk.
>At most, you’re a little buzzed, doesn’t help that the liquor here isn’t that strong.
>On the plus side, your wallet thanks you for not throwing away all your cash.
>But on the other, it’s difficult to really enjoy yourself at all here in Ponyville.
>There really isn’t much to do, especially with no real technology to rely on.
>You should be a bit more thankfully though, at least you have some friends here, so that’s something.
>You stop to light up a cigarette, and hear some kind of commotion coming from the nearby alleyway.
“The fuck?”
>Slowly, you peer down it and see what looks a stallion attacking another pony.
“You got to be kidding me...”
>Tossing aside the cigarette, you quickly start to run into the alley and try to help.
“Hey fuck face!”
>Just as you yell out, you see the stallion spot you and sprint off in the other direction.
>Can’t believe this shit, but then again, they have all kinds of fucked up things going on in this world.
>Unfortunately that fucker is clearly faster than you, so you stop.
>Doesn’t matter, you start to look around for the poor sap who was attacked.
>Doesn’t take long, you find the pony laying in the trash nearby.
“Shit...”
>You kneel down and try to see if they are alright.
>Can hardly make out this pony out in this dim light.
>From what you can tell, they’re pretty beaten up, you gently reach out and touch them.
“Hey...Can you hear me? Are you alright?”
>A pained moan escapes their lips.
>You let out a sigh of relief, at least they’re alive, but you need to get help and fast.
“Wait right here, I’ll be right back with help.”
>Just as you stand, you feel the pony grabbed onto your leg.

>”N-no! Don’t please!”
>Freezing you try to reason with this unnamed pony.
“Don’t worry, whoever attacked you is gone, I just need to get some help.”
>”No, you don’t understand. I’m f-fine really.”
>Arching an eyebrow, you shake your head.
“Not to sound like a prick, but you don’t look fine.”
>The pony sits up a bit, and you get a better look at them.
>All you can really see is their blue eyes, looks like a mare, though could be a stallion, hard to tell at the moment.
>”I’m serious, you don’t have to get help.”
“You were attacked though, we should report this and possibly get you to a hospital.”
>”I’m telling you, it’s fine, I brought it on myself.”
>What the fuck kind of logic is that?
“Somehow, I doubt that.”
>He? She? Lets out a sigh.
>”I-it’s complicated, just please...Let this go.”
>Though they plead, you know you can’t actually give into their request.
“I can’t do that.”
>Shaking your head, you start to move again, only for them to latch onto your legs and nearly cause you to fall.
“What the fuck?!”
>”PLEASE NO!”
>You barely manage to hold your balance and feel your own anger rise.
“I’m just trying to help for fucks sake!”
>”I didn’t ask for help!”
“And what? You expected a random passerby to ignore someone attacking another?”
>It’s now that the pony starts to break down and cry.
>And now, you realize this is a stallion.
>Probably the most effeminate stallion you’ve seen here in Ponyville.
>Well fuck, not entirely sure what happened, but you gotta get him to calm down.
>You kneel down and gently stroke his back in an attempt to relax him.
“Shhh...It’s okay. Against my better judgment, I won’t go get others.”
>Slowly, he calms down, but is still sniffling.
>”J-just leave me...”
>You feel like shit, this kinda madness shouldn’t be happening in this world, but here it is.
>Can’t just leave him though, at the very least, you can try to help him.

“No can do, at least let me help you get to the hospital or something.”
>He shivers, and shakes his head.
>”I don’t need a doctor, I just want to go home...”
>He tries to stand up, but stumbles.
>You act quickly and hold onto him.
“Easy there, if you want to go home so bad, then fine. But I will help you home at the least.”
>He stares at you with some tears in his eyes.
>”You don’t even know me, so why are you intent on helping me?”
“You’re right I don’t. My name’s Anonymous, what’s yours?”
>He wipes away some of the tears and mumbles something out.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear that.”
>”It’s Damage Case.”
>Do ponies get super high when they name their kids or something?
>You offer up a handshake with a smile.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Damage.”
>He shakes his head, but accepts your gesture.
>”Just call me Case...”
>Nodding you readjust yourself to try to help him.
“Looks like you’re going to have trouble walking, how about I carry you?”
>Case does a double take and looks slightly terrified.
>”I-I’m fine, you don’t want to carry me. I’m too fat and heavy.”
>Is he serious? He is roughly the size of most mares you see around here.
>He tries to make a point by standing up.
>”See? I can make it home just-”
>Though he tries to walk again, he quickly ends back on his rear.
“Uh-huh. Just let me help you, okay?”
>He doesn’t look too happy, but finally relents by nodding.
>Gently, you wrap your arms around his barrel and pick him up.
>Just like you thought, he is quite light.
>And now you can get a better look at him.
>He has a gray coat, black mane with a pink streak, and is wearing some piercings along with some socks.
>Can’t quite make out his cutiemark though, but he has a black eye forming and is pretty roughed up.
>As he is in your arms, he is lightly shaking, probably is pain and scared.

“Alright, lets get you home. Where do you live?”
>Case is quiet for a moment or so before he tells you his address.
>It’s almost on the other side of town, you’re pretty certain you can carry him that far.
>Hopefully at least…
>As you walk along, you see some ponies out and about tonight.
>They all give you weird looks, probably because you’re carrying a pony.
>He’s been awfully quiet the entire time, not that you blame him.
>Sure he is light, but you have to readjust your hold on him as it’s starting to get difficult to carry him.
>Fortunately, you’re almost there and you start to consider what to do.
>Case really doesn’t want your help, but what the fuck do you do?

>Your mind is still racing.
>The only good thing is that you’re almost home.
>Of course you fucked up, you let yourself hope that it would be different this time.
>But no, out of all the ways he could’ve reacted, it just so happened to be a very pissed off stallion.
>In a way, you had hoped he killed you.
>Then Anon came along and ‘saved’ you.
>Fucking pathetic…
>”Alright, here we are.”
>Snapping out of your thoughts, you see your home and feel a slight bit better.
>He gently sets you on the ground and stretches a moment.
“T-thanks...For bringing me home.”
>Anonymous nods.
>”You’re welcome.”
>You’re about to head in, but notice him still standing there.
“Um...Do you want something?”
>He looks like something is on his mind, finally he speaks.
>”Are you going to be alright? I can drop by tomorrow to check on you.”
>Is he being serious?
>Why does he keep insisting on helping you?
“I’ll be fine, you can go home.”
>”I don’t mind really, it’s the least I can do.”
>If it gets him to go away, fine.
“Okay, sure...”
>He nods and starts to head off back where you two came from.
>After watching him turn the corner, you wait for a few minutes before heading inside.

>As the door closes behind you, you call out like you usually do.
“I’m home!”
>No answer of course, you’ve been alone a long time since mom left.
>You let out a sigh and go to take another step, but feel the pain from earlier settle in once more.
>Letting out a groan, you find yourself practically hugging the floor.
“So stupid...He should’ve just killed me.”
>A few tears escape, though you try to stop them.
“Come on, keep it together, can’t breakdown now.”
>You get up, and slowly make your way to the bathroom.
>The moment you turn the lights out, it stings your eyes, but now you can see how fucked up you are.
>Makeup is smeared, your socks are torn, and you have a black eye.
“Great...”
>Gonna be hard to explain that one to your boss in the morning.
>As you clean up, your thoughts go back to earlier.
“Why’d he have to help me?”
>You let out a small gasp of pain as you clean away the makeup.
“No pony bothers to help me, so why him?”
>Probably because fate is cruel, and likes having your suffer.
>You finally remove the last of the makeup and the damaged socks.
>Without the clothes or the makeup, you look like your usually self.
“Pathetic.”
>Shaking your head, you head into the kitchen to grab a ice pack from the fridge and sit at the table.
>It’s always the same.
>You meet somepony, whether they’re a mare or stallion, it doesn’t matter.
>They find out sooner or later that you’re a pathetic excuse of a pony and leave you.
>Or like earlier, beat the shit out of you.
>Letting out another groan, the ice pack stings a bit.
“Why couldn’t I be like everypony else?”
>You already know the answer to that, you’re a joke.
>Mares don’t want you because you look too much like a mare.
>Stallions however, hate how you try to pretend to be a mare.
>Can’t ever seem to find somepony who accepts you for who you are.
“I’m probably going to die alone...”

>As your mind starts to slip into those thoughts, the memories of your mother flash into your mind.
>She always loved you, no matter what.
>She protected you from your father and the bullies.
>Always had the answers and even gave you a reason to live.
>But she’s been gone a while now, that reason is gone as well.
>However, you can’t go through with ending it yourself.
“Because I’m a coward, that’s it, isn’t it?”
>No that isn’t it.
>It’s because you’re holding onto hope, just mom used to say.
>Shaking your head, you feel tired and done with being awake.
“Screw this, I’m going to bed. At least I’m happier in my dreams...”
>You toss the pack in the sink and head to your bedroom.
>You’re still sore as fuck, but that doesn’t matter.
“Maybe I’ll die in my sleep, that’d be great.”
>Reaching your room, you lay down and try to fall asleep, but feel your mind wander.
>Anonymous said he would stop by tomorrow.
>What do you do if does?
>Nothing probably, like you always do.
>You were always weak willed, like dad said...
>A stray thought enters your mind.
>What if you two became friends?
>A laugh escapes you.
“Yeah right, as if he would ever be friends with a freak like me.”
>Rolling over, you try to quiet your mind.
“Just need to fall asleep, and stop thinking about stupid ideas like that.”
>Regardless, it would be nice to have a friend.
>Even for a little while.
>At least for pretend...
>Your eyes become heavy, and at last, sleep takes it’s hold on you.