>Hey Bon, how's the uh, anger management thing going?
>"Oh it's going flipping great, Anon! I sure freaking love this new me!"
>"Lyra can engage in any number of her goshdarn goofy antics and I just keep on FFFFFFFFFf-Smiling, ha ha!"

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>You’ve never held a sleeping horse.
>Lyra was dozing off on a random bench in the park, in a weird position at that.
>Naturally, you picked her up and cradled her in your arms.
>So she didn’t wake up all sore.
>Yep.
>Ponies didn't sleep much. If ever, you're usually asleep as well.
>When you did catch them snoozing they’d immediately wake with a startle.
>You've nearly gotten kicked once or twice from that.
>Most ponies tended to be weird about tall things.
>Once, you caused a town panic carrying a box around.
>Alright, it was a couple of times.
>Before you snatched Lyra up, her little hooves kicked, and there was a swish here and there from her long tail.
>Now all but the tiniest twitches of her ears and a slight wiggle of her snoot told you that she's still in the realm of the living.
>Maybe she was trapped in a nightmare.
>Running from whatever scares small horses.
>A good lot probably does, now that you think about it.
>But you've saved her.
>Or not, but it does make you feel a little pride, watching over your little buddy.
>After all, every night she insists on watching over you while you sleep.
>Something, something peace of mind.
>Something, something predators.
>Honestly, you've always been too preoccupied with cuddling to listen to whatever horse worries she tried to impart on you.
>You froze as Lyra's head tilted forward, a tongue poked out to lick your shoulder with a snoof, before falling limp again.
>Exhaling slowly, you leaned back into the too-small bench, careful not to jostle her.
>You nearly sneezed when a stray hair from her winter coat tickled your nose, but you fought off the urge.
>Looking down, you found that there was a lot of loose fur on your coat.
>...That’s going to be a bitch to clean.
>Now that you had a sleeping unicorn in your arms, they seemed much lighter, smaller.
>Lyra’s energetic presence, her fearless and carefree attitude, her tendency to be the lead in whatever ploy or adventure you two think up. She seemed way bigger.
>Despite her lithe form, you thought she’d weigh the same as lead. Pound for pound.
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"Bon," you whisper, "How long are you going to keep watching us?"
>The bushes nearby rustle and snort.
>"How- Nevermind. You know why I'm here."
>She's wearing that stupid "monster hunter" get up again.
>Fucking glowie-larper mareschizo.
>You scrunch your nose.
>If this fucking grump ruins this moment by waking Lyra, you're going to flick her ears for a whole week.
"I really don't."
>Eyes narrow at you through dim sunglasses.
>"At around the same time every year, you make a fuss about Lyra losing her winter coat. This time, I'm going to stop you before it happens."
"Ohh yeah?"
>"Yeah!" she says, a little too loudly for your liking.
>With a quiet grunt, you carefully raise a finger to your mouth to shush her.
>Ears perk forward, nostrils flare, and her jaw works as if chewing at nothing.
>...Right, only Lyra’s ever bothered to learn your hand gestures.
>You nod down to the sleeping Lyra on your lap.
>Bon, with her perpetual frown, snorts and climbs up onto the bench, pressing against your side.
"Bon?"
>The only reply you get is a weighted slump at your side, and a small snore.
>...
>...Fucking horses.

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>sirens blaring outside the window while Lyra clutches a bag of oats:
>"Bon I dont understand, I was just following your shopping list!"
>"Lyra you dumbass, it says STEEL-cut oats! STEEL, WITH TWO E'S."

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>A hole appeared in your Lyra folder today.
>Amidst all the pictures you'd saved and the drawings you'd done of her, there it was.
>You're sure you didn't save it there - maybe it was an accident.
>A misclick.
>Nothing more.
>But nonetheless, there it was.
>It really shouldn't have been a big deal.
>but you knew something dreadful was near.
>you look into the hole, wondering if there was a way you could fill it.
>Could you simply delete it?
>Move it?
>you could fill it with a picture - but that would only shift the hole somewhere else.
>holes are troublesome things.
>Before you know it, though, she's already peeking her head inside.
>There's something keenly interesting down there, and she needs to know what it might be.
>she's a curious minty mare, perhaps too curious for her own good.
>You try to click and drag her away, but she's already in.
>she's part of the hole, now.
>All you can do is watch, as she wanders deeper in.
>The last thing you see of her is the end of her tail, disappearing around a bend within.


>It's been a day or two, you're still posting like before.
>You haven't touched the hole, but-
>why do all these pictures feel so... empty, now?
>they're not literally so - there's still a mare in all of them, all the proper color, all the proper shape-
>but there's no lyra.
>Just empty data.
>There's a hole, where a mare should be.
>you wonder what would happen, if you went down the hole too.
>who would even notice, if your posts were without (you)?