Continuing the adventures of Cricket Chryssie from https://ponepaste.org/3561
https://boards.4channel.org/mlp/thread/36404850#p36584097

>Another day, another morning chirp
>Cricket has been opening up to you recently
>It must have been the chocolate you got her
>But how does she eat?
>...
>CRASH!
>You run out to the kitchen and there she is, on the floor, covered in heartios, her favorite cerial
>Her wings buzz against the floor franticly, trying to get up to no avail
>You watch her from afar for a breif minute, not wanting to startle her too much
>Finally you approach her
>She starts screaming bloody murder and flailing about, kicking her hooves out wildly, her eyes locked on you
>As you come closer you stand there, just out of rane of her frantic kicks as to protect your shins
>You cant help but feel sorry for the little gal, she's must be terrified of your touch
>You wonder what happened to her before you got her, poor thing
>You muster up the most calming voice you can, even though its not much
"Hey hey hey there, calm down little Miss, its okay"
>Her eyes widen and she screeches louder
>myears.jpg
>You use your epic gamer skills to manuever around her while she has her eyes closed, careful to avoid her flying numchucks
>In one swift movement she's in your arms, your hand holding her scruff
>Surprisingly that worked, you didnt think a scruff grab would illicit the same reaction as it does in cats
>You look down at the plastic pone
>Shes shaking hard with her eyes closed, a small sad wimplering escaping her voicebox
>Unsure of what to do, you hold her close to your chest
>...
>She reacts...
>Calmly
>Driving her muzzle into your chest, she burrows in and melts in your arms, no longer the scared and shivering little bug of a few minutes ago
>Up until this point you havent even been able to see her very much
>You'd walk by, and she'd run the moment she saw you thundering her way
>Occasionally you were able to get her to come close, like when you gave her Heartios for the first time
>And when you gave her chocolates, the heart shaped ones
>You still wonder where all of that goes...
>Either way, outside of scratching on the glass door to get out and chirp on the balcony, and occasionally seeing her eating the bowls of food you leave in the mornings and nights, you havent seen her much at all
>Not even when her batteries ran out that one time
>But now
"What....?"
>Shes.... purring? 
>No. Not purring, its a soft rythmic chirping, but low, like the coo of a dove
>She certainly is a love bug isnt she...
>Not knowing what to do, you stand there for a few minutes, until finally she seems to have fallen asleep
>That all must have been quite a scare for her to sap all that power
>Speaking of power, how does she even work?
>At first she had to charge, it seemed, but now she can sleep?
>You dont even remember ever seeing her sleep
>You did reskin her and fix some parts, and you know she has logic boards, but outside of that you dont quite know how she gets her energy
>You originally had to plug her into your computer when she died
>She was too skiddish to catch when she was awake
>If you were to take a guess, you'd say she can somehow get energy from digesting food like a human, but that must mean she has to sleep to conserve it when energy is low?
>Who knows.jpg
>After you confirmed she was in fact "sleeping" as far as you could tell, you set her down on the couch and tucked her in
>...
>She sleeps for a good while
>A good little sleeper
>After cleaning the fallen heartios and solumly picking up the pieces of a broken plate that had come down with the storm, you grab your phone and take a seat across the couch from the little ponycom
>You want to watch some youtube videos, but to be honest your curiosity and want to understand overpowers your routine figner taps
>When you got her at first you were mad
>Dissapointed, depressed
>You needed a friend, a real friend, but she was just a dumb cricket
>It got to you so bad that you let her battery die at one point
>...dissassembled her, put her in a box in your closet
>And though at first it was liberating, it tore at you like a black disgusting stomach-bug
>You had brought her back out and looked up where you bought her
>Sure enough you were totally ripped off, and you seriously considered rebuilding her to get what you paid for, but...
>that wouldn't be right
>You knew it wouldn't
>After a second you remember what you were doing as a duck stares at you from your phone screen
>You've moved on from that, and after she started being a bit more responsive to your advances you became more okay with it
>Heh, you act like it has been months
>Anyway, after doing a little research you find that the model you thought she was has absolutely no kind digestive capabilities, and the only other results that seemed to have anything promising turned out to be shadows of info
>You look at her laying there
"Whatever she is, she is certainly not a normal ponycom"
>You sigh
>It's whatever
>After about 3 hours the lump in the blanket stirs and grogy bug and bird like sounds come from under the blanket
>Her head pops up and swivels around, eyelids droopy
>You guess she doesnt notice you, it has gotten a little dark since the Fall of the Heartios
>Her hears flick spaztically like little radar dishes as her eyes start to brighten up with full awakeness
>Her wings twitch just a tad
>You wonder if she can fly with those
>A little tongue escapes her mouth and licks her lips
>Right, she was hungry wasnt she?
>As you watch her in stillness your foot starts to turn into TV static
>You try your hardest to move your newly adopted glob of ░░ attatched to your leg, but Chrys notices
>In an instant she flinches and scurries away behind the arm of the couch
>But...
>She comes back
>As you settle down she peeks her shiny emeralds over her cover and watches you, her twitchy eyes taking in all the info they can
>But then she looks at (you)
>Right then you can tell she's thinking about something
>Not just merely reacting as a simple mind, but much more
>All you can do is stare back into her green orbs and feel something... different, for once
>Something unique
>Finally you muster up some words to release the breath you have been holding
"Hey Chryssie"
>She ducks down a little bit, her servos weering, but doesnt run away
>She looks around the room, to the TV and the blanket, and over to the cabinate in the kitchen, then back to you
>You look over at the kitchen
>The box of heartios, now partially depleted, still sits atop the counter
>Back to her
"Are you hungry?"
>She flinches a little less this time, but says nothing, her eyes locked to yours
>You dont know what she's thinking.
>It could be anything
>A part of your brain wants to say "it could be nothing", but that doesnt seem right at all
>Those eyes
>They're too... alive
>Alive...
"≋≋≋"
>You look down at your stomach, and so does Chrys
"I see... It is that time, isnt it"
>A look at your watch confirms it