>Stupid, stupid, stupid pony. >Why did you do that Eri? >You just HAD to take them again didn’t you? >You knew what they did. >Even the voices told you to take them and you listened to them again. >”Think about what your parents would do,” they had said. >And like a fool, you listened. >”You heard it yourself, if you don’t take medicine they’d cut you off.” >Like always, the voices seemed to convince you, you stupid, stupid pony. >”If you lie to them they’ll know. They’ll ask if you can still hear us and guess what's happening right now?!” another voice gleefully yelled. >”You wouldn’t ever be able to support yourself. You’re just a reject after all,” it chided then chuckled wryly. >”And lets face it... you wouldn’t last two seconds on your own.” >On some level you knew they were right. >You had feebly tried to argue that you could write but like always, the voices knew better. >So you wrote poems. >Big deal. >Nopony would buy your garbage. >And so you made a stupid mistake. >Your parents had come to town yesterday. >A visit of sorts. >Moreover, it was just one of their checkups to make sure their daughter was being a good little pony. >Your parents are, after all, very important ponies. >They just had to make sure you weren't doing something to ruin their image! >No matter how much they smothered you and kept you from doing what you wanted, you were always in the end, a good little obedient pony. >To both you parents and the voices that torment you. >Trained like the dog you are. >A stupid earth pony born to Canterlot nobles. >An earth pony born to unicorns... >How shameful. >Your father made sure to drill it into your head that you simply couldn’t be around because of what you lacked on your forehead. >It would, after all, somehow ruin their image. >Growing up, they would interact with you or acknowledge you in public. >Nopony could know. >Even at home, they were always too busy doing other things to spend time with you. >If you were a unicorn it’d be different though. >But you weren't >They wouldn’t let you out and wouldn’t play with you, so you made imaginary friends and played with them instead. >That was, until they started getting scary. >They told you to do things. >Bad things. >You told your parents about it because you were afraid. >They in turn told you something was wrong with you. >Your mother used her connections to get you a bottle of pills that made the them go away sometimes and other times it wouldn’t help. >So you kept taking them. >Anything to make them stop. >This was a double edged sword. >Sometimes you would take a little more when the first dose didn’t work. >Just a little more to stop the damnable voices. >It couldn’t hurt right? >If the voices stopped you could be a little more normal. >You learned otherwise. >Sometimes it would help. >But sometimes if you were really unlucky it would make them worse. >You’d start to see the things the voices belonged to. >And you were very unlucky. >They’d start to be more convincing than they normally were or they just wouldn’t stop until you did what they told you too. >It’s not... really worth thinking about. >It got bad one day. >Really, really bad. >You couldn’t take the constant noise. >They wouldn’t shut up. >You just wanted it to stop. >So you took a little more and you ended up hurting somepony. >You and your stupid earth pony strength. >You thought you saw a monster and did what any sane pony would do if they thought they were going to die. >After your father bribed the servant and her family, that incident was kept quiet and were silently whisked away to Ponyville. >Manehatten was their first choice but it was too big. >Somepony may notice the resemblance. >Ponyville was small and close enough to Canterlot for them to get to you easily. >The perfect place to tuck you away, a freak of a daughter like you. >You shouldn’t have made that mistake again today. >You shouldn’t have taken that many. >But you were stupid. >You let the voices get to you before you could make them go away. >And look at what you did to Anon’s house. >You stood behind the police cordon and watched it get consumed. >The flames were licking away at the roof of the building. >The inferno burned with a roar. >It sounded angry. >Almost like it was alive. >Many ponies like to say that watching something burn is therapeutic. >It almost was. >But over the sound of the fire you could lightly hear the sound of whispering in your head. >Its getting louder. >These damnable voices. >You couldn’t stay here much longer. >You can’t trust yourself around anypony like this. >Turning to leave you caught sight of Anonymous running to the scene for all he was worth. >The whispering stopped as soon as you saw him. >No. >Please no! >He’s gonna look at you! >You could feel the guilt etched on your face. >If he looked to wave at like he normally did your finished! >You start backing away through the crowd that had gathered around. >Tears started to sting your eyes. >You needed to get out of here. >Now. >Oh Celestia, he was getting closer. >Wait... >Was he? >He’s running right at you! >You cowered and tried to look as small as possible earning a few stares from ponies nearby. “I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry...” >You can hear his footsteps getting closer over your feeble apologizing. >He ran right past you. >You take this time to gallop straight to your house. >He didn’t even see you. >You made it to door and fumbled with the doorknob. >Stupid earth pony hooves. >You look back and see more ponies were looking at you than you would like. >All you wanted was to get this door open. >Your useless hooves found purchase at last. >You scrambled inside for all you were worth, slumping against the door which slams behind you. >Leaning on the door, you closed your eyes and tried desperately to control your breathing. >You started to calm down. >You really did. >But then the voices came back. >”So, do we even need to tell you how bad you fucked up?” >You really couldn’t deal with this right now. >You could still smell smoke the smoke. >Your house was far enough away that you didn’t have to worry about the fire jumping to you house but the wind was blowing some of the smoke this direction. >Reminding you. >”Yeah. I mean did you get a load of Anon’s face? Priceless!” >”Bad form Miss Eri. You’ll never attract a special somepony like that. You’re already a freak earth pony. Nopony wants a crazy pony who burns down houses.” >”Stupid mudpony.” >But... they told you too.... >”No no no, Miss Eri. We suggested you do it. You were stupid enough to actually do it.” >”Come on girl, we’re your BEST friends We’ never tell you to do something like that.” >”We never TOLD you to do anything. I guess you were... HEARING THINGS.” >You’re such a bad pony. >It was your fault “I-I didn’t mean to...” >They laughed at you. >”Well, my dear, what you meant to happen doesn’t matter.” >”I’ll say! You fucked up. Go look out the window!” >”To the window with you. NOW. Go see what you ‘not meaning to do something’ gets you.” “P-please. I don’t wan-” >You were forced to put your hooves on your head when the pressure started growing. >”Go, you insolent mare!” >”Move girl!” >”Just go look. What ONE PEEK going to do, huh?” >Celestia make it stop! >The low din of constant whispering that usually pervaded them voices became quicker and louder. >It was like a sea of tiny mice, scratching and eating away the inside of your head. >It was like they were eating their way into mind. >Building nests. >Breeding. >Eating away even more to make room for the babies. >Tears stream down your face. “S-stop it! Go away!” >”Are you denying us?” >”What are you still sitting here for?! MOVE!. >”Just. One. Peek.” >They won’t stop. >They’ll never stop! >”GO!” >You blearily get to your hooves but fell to your haunches as a wave of dizziness hits you. >You put a forehoof over your stomach as it did backflips. >”DO IT FILLY!” >That was all the warning you got before you vomited. >You wiped your mouth and did your best not to look at your bile. >”ONE. PEEK.” >You made a move to stand again but slipped on your own sickness and fell in it, hitting your head. >Black tinged the edge of your vision with the fast paced beating of your heart. >The voices quieted momentarily when you noticed something. >All you could hear was the sound of your labored breath. >You could feel the contents of your stomach working its way into your coat but you were frozen. >From your position on the floor you eye caught something that could save you. >A white bottle of prescribed pills on a shelf. >You could barely make out the instruction label on the bottle. >’Take two 200mg tablets per day. WARNING: DO NOT exceed this amount.’ >Your eyes widened when you realized why voices were silent. “N-no...” >A single voice whispered out to you in a disgustingly sultry tone. >”Yes~...” >The noise came back like a tidal wave. >The scratching became louder. >The voices were now unintelligible screams. “PLEASE STOP!” >Slowly you stood up against the screaming in your head. >You shakily trotted towards the shelf across the room. >In your head you were panicking. >But the bottle was inviting and warm. >It could help. >It was worth the risk wasn’t it? >Cacophony in your head wholeheartedly agreed with you. >Your hoof was already reaching for the bottle before you came to your senses. >You screamed at the top of your lungs. “NO!” >There was, however one other way to make them stop. >The pressure was already unbearable by the time you reached the stairs. >One other way to shut them up. >You couldn’t help but clutch your head in your hooves halfway to the top. >One solution you hated more than the voice themselves yet loved more than anything. “Augh!” >You don’t know how long it took you to scoot up the last few steps against the roar and the pain. >The feeling of sweet release the you got afterwards was SO good. >The crawl to the bathroom was the most agonizing thing you’ve done in a while. >That rush of happiness you felt; the feeling of liberating yourself and being in control for once. >You barely made it through the door. >But none of it was worth how much you hated yourself after doing it. >It took longer than you would have wished to prop yourself up against the sink. >That this is what it took to feel a little more normal... >You ended up breaking your mirror with your stupid earth pony strength when you opened the cabinet. >It disgusted you. >On the bottom shelf lied two things: >The fact was (and you knew it well) that you would never get the chance at being normal if you were forced to do this to yourself. >A bottle of painkillers... >You would never be beautiful. >And a box of wonderful razor blades. >You would never be loved. >You forewent the painkillers for the razor blades. >You hated what you did to yourself. >You fumbled with one for a bit because you could calm your shaky hooves. >You hated the voices in your head. >When you got a grip on it you fell to your haunches and positioned the blade just above the hoof on your foreleg. >You hated yourself even more than them, though... >You shakily slid it across making a cut. >Because sometimes... >”Stupid,” >A the pain felt good as it flared up and the blood flowed. >...you can’t really tell the difference... >”Stupid,” >You made another good yet, slightly more frantic cut at the sound of the voice. >...between what the voices tell you... “Earth pony.” >...and what you felt about yourself. >They’re gone. >You were sitting on the bathroom floor. >You were alone. >It was quiet. >Only the sound of your breathing kept you company. >Thank Celestia, they’re gone. >You sighed as your troubles flowed from your body. >You felt.. good. >At least for the moment. >You know what you were doing to yourself was awful but for right now... you could just suppress the feelings of hate and self-loathing. >You just wanted to relish in the feeling you had right now. >To fade away in it. >You knew how bad you were going to feel afterwards but you really didn’t care. >At least you could pretend for right now, you were just fine. >You made another cut. >In your head, you knew otherwise. >Your mind was like a battle ground. >On the one side was the sane, rational part of your mind. >The one that knew what you were doing to yourself was abhorrent. >Wrong. >You made another cut. >You were as much a monster as the voices made you out to be for doing it. >As much of a failure of a daughter as your parents made you out to be. >On the other side was the one that was winning for now. >The one that revealed in the feeling that you got from doing it. >This was the one way you could feel any semblance of control over the train wreck that was your life. >You made another cut. >The one way you could liberate yourself from your demons. >It was the side knew it felt SO GOOD. >Why should you stop?. >It was the equine side. >You made another cut and said a familiar mantra. “Pain is just weakness leaving the body...” you whispered. >And you were very weak so you had a lot of pain to let out. >And the best/worst part was that you if you could, you’d do it forever. >Pain makes you forget. >Pain makes the voices go away. >You looked at the blade, a thin line of blood on the edge. >Pain made you feel so close to being a normal pony... >...yet so far away from one that it hurt. >It made you feel good at the expense of how you felt about yourself. >You monster. >You positioned the blade above your already brutalized foreleg and looked at your reflection on the metal. >You caught your eyes. >Were you really happy? >The good feelings flooded away. >You sighed. >Reality was overrated. >You flinched as you made one last cut. >It didn’t feel good anymore. >You checked over you leg and winced. >Your fur was matted with blood. >There was even more on the floor. >Quite a lot, actually. >You know this, was bad. >Really bad. >Oh boy, Eri, you did it now. >You got to your hooves to get a towel but was immediately hit with lightheadedness. >Ok. >It may have been worse than you thought. >You take a minute to steady before grabbing a towel from the rack about the toilet. >It takes you a minute to get the thing around your leg. >Blood was already starting to be visible around its edges >Any normal pony would have gone to the hospital. >You look at yourself again, this time into the cracked mirror. >You looked... tired. >Worn out. >It has been a long day. >You had a bump on your forehead from when you fell. >Bits of bile in your fur and mane from when you landed in it.’ >Your eyes were red and watery from the pain. >You eyed the bottle of pain killers. >It was sorely tempting. >But the pain helps. >Pain was good. >But if it was good why did you feel so bad? >Another wave of dizziness hit you. >You needed to sit lie down. >You clearly make your way down the hallway and into your bedroom. >Normally you’d head straight to the little desk beside your bed to write but it just wasn’t in the cards today. >Unceremoniously, you plop into your blankets and stare at the ceiling. >You smiled a small, sad little smile at the words you had painted up there. >’You survived another day.’ >You couldn’t find the will to move after. >You grew more and more tired. >Even more so dizzy. >Before you drifted off into a much needed rest you chuckled a bit. >At least this time you had to wash the sheets for different reasons. >”Eri, are you ok? You don’t look so good.” >Hubawhat? >What the hell? >What were you doing here? >Where was here? >You were sitting in a chair. >You looked around. >Nondescript ponies of all sorts walked to and fro around the cafe you were sitting at. >Anonymous is sitting across the table from you looking concerned. >How? >”Eri really. If you aren’t feeling up to it we can just call off the date. I don’t mind.” “W-what?” >Date?! >Anonymous looks even more concerned now. >No! >You couldn’t ruin this chance. >Your stupid earth pony brain must have forgotten somehow. >”Eri I-” “No no, I’m fine,” you felt yourself say. >Anonymous shook his head. >”I don’t beleive you for a second.” >He stood up and walked around the table towards you. >This took all of two seconds but you spent it shirking backwards into your seat. >Wow, he was tall. >Really tall. >Anon towered over you and his stature made it seem like he could pick you up and have his way with you if he wanted to. >He reached out for you. >You flinched. >Whatever it was you were expecting didn’t happen. >Instead he cleared you mane out of your face and looked you in the eyes. >Not for long because you looked away. >”Eri, tell me whats wrong.” >You whimpered pitifully. >You had so many questions. >Why did he care? >Why was he doing this? >Why were you here? >What the hell is happening? >You apparently forgot about a date with anonymous while you were in the middle of it. >There was no telling what all you did and didn’t remember. >What all did you forget? >You started to tear up. >You hated feeling like this. >You hated having almost no control over your life. >”Eri, look at me.” >He didn’t ask. >His voice was strong and commanding just then and set off a few memories, not all of which were pleasant. >Like dad’s. >Like a good filly, you looked at him, albeit fearfully. >He saw you look and sighed. >”Eri please. Tell me what’s wrong. >You didn’t see any kind of malice in his small eyes. >Why did he care? >”Please,” he pleaded. >You looked away and sniffed. “I-I don’t know w-why I’m here.” >”Oh. Huh.” >You shrank back even more. >You didn’t mean it like that. >Oh you made him mad. >He’ll hate you forever. >You’ll be a lonely mud pony forever because you said something dumb again. >You stupid, stupid pony. >”Hey, come with me. I’ll show you something. It usually cheers you up.” >Usually ch- >What was today? >Just how much did you forget. >At you not moving Anon asked again. >”Eri please. For me.” >You looked at him again. >Right into his small little human eyes. >”O-ok” >Anonymous smiled and led you away and out of the cafe. >The streets were surprisingly empty for the time of day. >It was really quiet. >You looked up at anon who walked in front of you. >He either didn’t notice or didn’t mind. >Both of those alarmed you. >You started to get a feeling of fear. >It came slowly at first but got worse the more distance you covered. >Where was he taking you? >Where is everypony? >What all did you forget?! >You eventually started hearing faint whispering and occasional laughter. >What was going on? >You eventually found yourself standing in front of a gate anon had opened for you. >It was Anon’s house! >But you had... >What? >This wasn’t possible. >Anon was already at his door and unlocked it while you gapped outside of his yard. >He looked over to you. >”Well are you coming?” >You couldn’t figure out for the life of you how to make any kind of sense out of the situation and instead just compiled like a good filly. >The inside was dark. >Really dark. >And quiet. >It scared you. >Yet... >You followed Anon in anyways. >The door shut behind you and you jumped. >There went the only source of light. >You couldn’t see your hoof in front of your face. “A-a-anon?” >You got no answer which made your fur stand on end. >You backed up fearfully and called out again. “A-anon?” >You bumped into the door. >You breathing started to pick up. >Celestia you felt like something was going to jump out of the black and consume you. “Anon t-this isn’t f-f-funny!” >Something shattered somewhere else in the house. >You squealed in fear. >You felt around the door, trying desperately to find the handle. >Something else broke and you heard a disturbingly familiar sound. >The small woosh of a fire igniting. >You turn around and see a small orange glow emanating from a room at the end of a hallway. >You can see the door now, though barely. >You froze when you notice something. >There is no handle >The glow was getting brighter.. >You started to panic. >This couldn’t be happening! >You needed to get out of here! >You went over to the curtains above a couch and flung them away. >The window that surely was supposed to be behind them was boarded shut. >Nailed into the wall. >You look and find its the same for every window in the living room. >The glow got brighter. >You could smell smoke. >No no no no no! >You down the hallway into what would have been the kitchen. >It was covered in flames. >You cried out as cinders fell from the ceiling and burned you. >There was a set of stairs to your right that you galloped up. >There had to be a way out. >And there was. >A window in a room on your left was open, a gentle breeze blowing through it. >You started to move towards it before the floor fell out from that room. >The fire in the kitchen had burned through the floor. >You went into the other rooms to find that all of their windows had been boarded shut. >You were openly sobbing now. >You didn’t want to die like this. >Any way but this. >You ran back downstairs and bump into Anon. “Anonymous what are yo-” >Anonymous was staring blankly into the flames. >The fire was awfully close. >He didn’t even look down when he said, “Why did you do this?” >What? “But I didn’t! Come on we need to go!” >You tugged on his suit jacket trying to get him to move but he was rooted in place. >”Why would you do this to me, Miss Eri?” >You kept tugging. “Anon we need to move! If you don’t you’ll die!” >He didn’t move. >The fire was now uncomfortably close. >There was no way back to the living room. >That corridor was wreathed in flames. “Anon please. I don’t want to leave you here!” >You couldn’t get him to go. >You were forced away when tongues of orange started licking at his suit. “ANON PLEASE MOVE!” >He was on fire now. >You couldn’t do anything to save him. >His head turned one hundred and eighty degrees straight at you. >His face... >Oh Celestia... >It was burned beyond recognition but it was somehow contorted in the most hateful look you could have ever imagined on somepony. >He started to yell at you but his voice wasn’t his own. >”Its just like you to do something like this you stupid whoarse!” >Tears fell from your eyes as you backed away fearfully. >You couldn’t look at him anymore and turned your head. >”LOOK ME IN THE EYES, FILLY! I WASN’T ASKING!” >You did as you were told. >You had to watch anon get consumed by fire as you backed away from the approaching flames. >”Do even know how much money we had to pay that servants family to keep them quiet?!” >You whimpered. >”I CAN’T HEAR YOU ERI!” >You flinched. “No, d-daddy.” >”Well let me give you a ballpark, girl. Ten thousand. TEN THOUSAND BUCKING BITS!” >You couldn’t see him through the flames anymore. >You couldn’t stop crying. ”I’m sorry daddy! I didn’t me-” >”Didn’t mean to? DIDN’T MEAN TO? Well then I guess that makes it all better. >You make it to the top of the stairs but look down at the fire hopefully. “R-really?” >”No not really you stupid dirt pony! I’m sorry, Miss Eri, but since you didn’t mean to do that to that servant, then surely I don’t mean what I’m about to do to you.” “N-no daddy please!” >”SILVER PLATTER! Go out back and break off the largest branch from the cherry tree and bring it to me.” >You try to run away but something picks you up and floats you back towards the fire. “NO DADDY! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! I’M SO SORRY!” >You cry out as the flames start licking at your tail, burning you. >”You should have thought about that before you did it. Miss Eri, I’m going to teach your mother and I gave you that name.” >Your flesh starts to burn away and you scream. “PLEASE DADDY, I’M SORRY!” >”That’s too bad, dear. It’s funny really. You always seem to want attention and yet you don’t want it now that I’m going to give it to you. >You were fully enveloped in fire and agony screamed across your body. >”You shouldn’t be so ungrateful, oh daughter of mine. Even if you aren’t a unicorn, you are still my favorite daughter.” >You jolted awake breathing heavily. >It was just a dream. >A horrifying one, but just a dream. >You took a bit to calm down. >You room was bathed in orange by the light coming in through the window. >It stung your eyes. >You felt sweaty. >No wait... >Did you really? >You pissed the bed. >... >You stupid mud pony. >You roll off the bed and felt terrible. >But you need to start cleaning. >To walked to the bathroom, pain flaring up in your foreleg after each step. >You took a few pain killers and started to clean up your mess. >The blood. >The puke. >The piss. >You stupid... >Dirty... >Earth pony. >You tossed the last of your bedsheets into the washer. >That should be it. >You looked down at the towel on your leg. >Eh... >You sit on your haunches and gingerly unwrap your wounds. >Its some nasty business. >Flakes of dry blood fell as you removed the towel. >Your fur was matted with it. >Cuts run up and down your leg. >While normally you were meticulous with it, but this time it looked sloppy. >Some overlapped preexisting scars. >Most of the cuts looked closed up or were closing. >You should be fine. >You tired to move the limb and grimaced. >Maybe. >You tossed the towel in with the blankets and started the machine. >Now that you were washing your fabrics you needed to wash yourself. >If not because of the puke then for the feeling of walking with blood matted fur. >You trotted back upstairs into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. >You were a mess. >Celestia were you ugly right now. >More so than you usually were and thats saying something. >You went and started a shower. >Steeping in, the hot water burned you and turned up the cold. >It still stung against your leg but it was bearable. >For a while you just stood under the steady stream coming out of the showerhead. >You liked it. >It was... relaxing. >You watched as the blood washed down your leg and made a red murky trail to the drain. >Every time you did cut and showered, you imagined that you were a warrior who just got back from a battle. >In a way you were. >You go to battle with your monsters everyday. >Your side never wins. >You always come back a little more wounded than the last time. >But you survive. >So yes, in a way you were a warrior. >You finished up washing and hopped out of the shower. >Or maybe you were just stupid. >More likely the former. >You went back to the mirror. >The damn thing was still cracked from earlier. >But didn’t hide your attractive features. >You cleared your mane away from the center of your forehead. >Where a horn would go. >You sighed. >You’d make such a pretty unicorn. >You pulled the cabinet door open and pulled out a bit of mascara. >It made you feel a little less ugly. >You liked to think that it would make up for what you lacked. >You thought it did. >But you knew better. >You put it back when you finished with it. >You then pulled out a brush and ran it through your hair. >This was a chore for your clumsy hooves. >If only you could do magic... >When you finished you looked to the mirror. >A slightly less unsightly earth pony stared back at you. >You look down at yourself but can only seem to focus on the scars and cuts. >You sigh again. >Nopony would ever love a pony like you. >You stepped away from the mirror and headed to the stairs. >And slipped on a pillow case. >You fell the rest of the way down the stairs. >Fucking great job, Eri! >You hated being clumsy. >You rubbed your head and winced. >That’s going to be another bump. >You took the case and tossed it on the washer for later. >Speaking of, the washers cycle was done. >You moved the blankets and growled. >Nopony likes a bed wetter. >Normal ponies don’t do that, Eri. >You’re such a fuck up. >You just brushed your hair and now its a mess. >You guess it hardly mattered anyways. >It’s not like you were going anywhere. >You finished moving all the stuff into the dry in started it. >You really wanted to get out of the house for a bit. >You needed air. >You trotted into your living room and an object caught your attention. >A certain bottle. >An inviting bottle. >The one that promised to make them go away but didn’t work half the time. >You glared at it. “This is all your fault you peice of shit.” >You kept up your look of hate as if it could make a response. >And it couldn’t. >”But guess who can?” a voice sing-songed in a volume akin to that of a whisper. >No not now! >”Oh stop it, earth pony.” >”You’ve screwed up enough that you deserve a break. It’s just that you need to be corrected on one little fact.” >You ran outside in a vain attempt to get away from the voices in your head. >There went your mascara. >You were such a crybaby. >”This is all...” “S-stop.” >”Your fault.” >You sat on the steps and sighed. >They were right. >”You peice of shit.” >As always. >After that you didn’t hear anything else for a while and you just looked up at the moon. >Your house happened to be at the end of a T-junction in the street which also happened to give you a view of a familiar place. >Canterlot. >The mountain city hung of the face of cliff in the distance. >The moon hung above it making the scene look almost picturesque. >But you hated the view. >It only served to remind you of all your screw ups. >And just how much of a failure you were. >You caught the smell of smoke still lingering in the air. >You couldn't do anything right. >You looked away and sighed. >Somepony stands in your field of vision. >Or rather some human. >Anonymous was a mess. >His normally laid back demeanor was gone. >He looked tired. >Defated. >His normally well kept suit was worn and covered in soot and ash. >You did that. >He was usually so happy. >At least on the surface. >Whenever you saw Anon in public you used to watch him out of curiosity. >He was odd. >He would talk and be sociable but had little moments of quiet. >You could see the sadness in his eyes sometimes. >You often saw a little of yourself in him. >He must be so lonely. >The only one of his kind... >And he had lost his house. >Because of you. >... >You are the worst kind of pony. >The both of you made eye contact after looking each other over. >There it was again. >His eyes may have been way smaller than anypony’s but they could still show the same emotion. >There was that look of deeper sorrow. >You always saw him talking with somepony... >But... >..maybe he was just as lonely as you. >For different reasons obviously, but still just as lonely. >No. >He shouldn’t associate with you. >He wouldn’t. >You freak. >He stood on the side with your uninjured fore leg so you moved the cut up one back in an attempt to hide it. >Hopefully he didn’t see it. >After some unknown internal debate he put on a little smile and walked over to you. >He’s doing it! >Anon came plodding slowly as if he was unsure. >You looked at him and could only think one thing. >He was tall. >Really tall. >Anonymous sat down next to you on the steps without looking at you. >You scooted away a little bit because you're an awkward piece of crap. >He doesn’t spare you a glance and instead looked up at the moon. >You weren’t really upset by it. >Even a rock in the sky was prettier than you. >“Looks like were both a little down on our luck, eh? Somepony decided they didn’t like my house,” he says with a sigh. >You actually flinched when he said that. >Come on, Eri. >Don’t fuck this up. >You whimpered. >... >Great job. >After that you both just sat there. >You don’t know if he was enjoying your company but to be honest with yourself... >You were actually enjoying his. >You at least hoped he was enjoying yours. >Hey, maybe he was. >Anon would have left if he wasn’t right? >You don’t really know but you didn’t want to fuck anything up. >If you kept your stupid mouth shut maybe you could make him feel better by being there. >Like he’s somehow doing for you. >So that's the way it was. >Two lonely souls down on their luck sitting together trying to enjoy one anothers company. >Or at least, it was like that for another five or so minutes before Anon stood abruptly and stretched. >“Well, it’s been nice Miss Eri but I need to get going. See ya around, I guess.” >And just like that, the person making you feel better gets up and walked away. >No! >You should say something you fool! >Anything! >You wasted most of those precious moments fighting your own damnable introversion to say something. >When finally you opened your mouth you could only whisper as he went out of sight. “W-wait...” >And he was gone. >You blew it. >He noticed you and you blew it. >Good job. >Anonymous gave a stupid pony like you the time of day and you cocked up. >For the longest time, you were staring at the last place you saw him walk to. >But a little fledgling thought wormed its way into your head. >You needed to find him. >You needed to do something for him. >You didn't know what. >You didn't know why. >You just... need to do something. >And you know what? >You may know what to do.... >To say you had no friends would be a lie. >She might be a little upset about you knocking at this hour but you needed to do this. >You had to make up for his house somehow. >It was a stupid little plan but then again you were just a stupid earth pony. >You got up off your flank and start walking. >Everypony should already know who your one friend is. >It was Ponyville after all. >And Pinkie Pie knew everypony in Ponyville. END OF DAY 01