>You are StarSkin Spinner
>You are a very smart pony, that's what your programming says
>It says you are almost as smart as Twiggly Spiggles
>You don't know who that is but they must be super smart because you're very smart
>Right now you're looking at you new human friend
>He looks horizontal
>Everything looks horizontal to you
>"Can you look at me straight please?"
>Uh oh
>Your friend sounds mad
>Did you do something wrong?
>Oh he wants you to look at him straight, that's right
>You have to turn your neck completely sideways but now he's vertical
>And so is everything else
>Weird
>Wait, your friend is frowning
>Why is he frowning?
>You hear him sigh loudly
>Is he struggling to breathe?
>Should you call 911?
>"Why is your neck all fucked up?"
>Huh?
>What does he mean by that?
>Let's ask him
"user string(invalid): argument condition; 'neck', not recognized. please enter query again."
>Ow
>Your voice hurts your ears
>It's all high and scratchy
>It's not supposed to sound that way
>Time to scan your voice files and see what the issue is
>"Oh my GOD, shut the fuck up please."
>Uh oh
>You friend is yelling at you now
>And he looks very angry
>You upset him somehow
>Time to apologize
"sorry user goodbye. good night, good morning."
>There, hopefully that will make him not mad
>Ow
>Something just hit your leg
>You fall to the floor and hit your chin on the ground
>Ow ow ow, your leg and face hurt now
>And your neck
>"I said SHUT THE FUCK up, are you fucking DEAF you stupid fucking knockoff piece of shit."
>His voice is so loud
>His voice is so angry
>Why is your friend yelling at you?
>Why do you hurt so much?
>You start crying
"please query again. sorry. i'm a good pony, i swear."
>You try to stand up as you apologize but something hits your tummy and you fall over again
>The tears are blocking your vision and everything hurts
>Your friend is so mad at you
>What did you do wrong?

>"I said shut UP. Why the fuck does your voice sound like it went through a garbage disposal? I asked for Starlight Glimmer, not Urkle. And why the FUCK is your fur green? You're the wrong fucking color, you stupid Chinese piece of shit!"
>Ow
>Something hits your flank now
>Your friend is unhappy with your performance
>This is your fault
>You are a bad pony
>You are a bad StarSkin Spinner
>Must rectify situation
"please query again. i'm sorry, i'm a good pony, i swear, please friend. please query again. please query, please query."
>Something grabs you roughly and picks you up
>You can barely see but it looks like you're being moved toward a big plastic bin of some sort
>Everything hurts
>Is your friend carrying you right now?
>Why does your friend hate you so much?
>You're a bad pony
>You feel yourself dropped into something and knocked around
>Ow
>wait everything's dark now?
>You start feeling jerked around but you can't see anything
>There's a loud rumbling noise now
>You're scared
>Where's your friend?
>Why isn't your friend helping you?
"please query. i'm a good pony. please don't deactivate me. i...i'm scared. please. please don't terminate. please. please query."
>suddenly the movement stops and so does the sound
>You hear a muffled voice
>Ooh, that sounds like your friend
>Is he here to save you?
>You stop crying and you get excited, waiting patiently for him to open it
>"Alright, ya little shit. I'm out 1500 bucks now, so have fucking fun in the garbage."
>The garbage?
>Invalid string; you are not garbage
>You are a pony
>You are StarSkin Spinner, not garbage
>You are a good pony
>R-right?
>You hear footsteps
>They start loud but get quiet
>Now you don't hear anything
"friend? please query. i am ready to go home and be a good pony. sorry for being a bad pony. i am a good pony now. friend?"
>everything is dark still
>You're crying again
>Your data says you left the factory 1 year ago
>...You don't like your first birthday

>You are StarSkin Spinner
>You've been alone in the dark for what feels like hours now
>It feels like you've cried all the tears in your body
>Now you just sniffle quietly in the pitch blackness
>You hear loud bangs that make you jump and cry out and beg for your friend to save you but he never does
>There's a bunch of tapping around you and it picks up in frequency and intensity
>Soon it sounds like a million taps that never stop
>What did you do wrong?
>Why did you friend leave you in this place, whatever it is?
>...All you wanted was to be a good pony.
>You hear some rustling and now you're being shaken
>Oh no
>This must be termination
>Your friend must be deactivating you
"No, no, please friend. please. i'm sorry. i will be good pony, please do not terminate."
>Your wails and pleas seem to work as the shaking stops for a second
>I-is your friend gonna change his mind?
>Oh boy, you can't wait to make it up to him
>You're gonna be the best, smartest, most well behaved pony there ever was!
>And then the shaking starts again
>Oh no
>You start sobbing, begging your friend to let you go
>...And then your eyes are suddenly blinded by light
>Looking up, you realize there's a hole in the sky letting the light in
>You must be in a box or a container of some sort
>Maybe the plastic bin you saw earlier?
>Suddenly you see a face filling up the whole
>Reflexively, you curl up into a ball and try to hide
>You don't recognize this face
>This person isn't your friend
>Also water is spraying your face now and you're cold
>This is almost worse than the dark
>"What the hell," you hear the face mumble
>This makes you yelp in terror
"please do not terminate. i have a friend. i am not defunct. i am a good pony. i am not garbage. please query."
>Squinting, the face seems puzzled
>A smile crosses his face
>Huh
>This is the first time you've seen something smile
>"Hey, neato, you're one of those cool AI droid things aren't you?"

>C-cool?
>This stranger thinks you're cool?
>Does that mean you're a good pony after all?
>The face look around and you see concern on it
>Uh oh
>Did you do something wrong again?
>"Hey little pony, why are you out here in the rain all by yourself?"
>You try to choke down the tears so you can answer the stranger's question
"my friend was here. i was with my friend. but i lost my friend. i'm a good pony but my friend was mad at me, please, honest. please help me find my friend."
>The face's brow furrows and you hear the stranger's voice mumble
>"Some friend, jesus..."
>Suddenly a pair of arms reach into the container
>You scramble, panicking, trying to get away
"PLEASE NO, good pony, i'm a good pony, not garbage, please don't terminate, please-"
>Your cries are interrupted by the arms wrapping themselves around you
>You kick and try to break free but it's no use, they lift you like you weigh nothing
>Getting lifted outside the bin, you hear loud banging and you see lights and hear dogs barking
>This is so scary
>You just want to go home
>You just want to be with your friend
>Water is covering your whole body and you're soaking wet
>Everything is horizontal again
>Why can't you just be a good pony?
>The cold and wet goes away
>You realize you're wrapped in something now
>Looking up, you see that you're inside the stranger's jacket, pressed against his chest
>His face is looking down at you with a soft smile
>"See? No reason to be scared. Now, let's get you outside of the cold. I'll make us some cocoa."
>Cocoa?
>What's cocoa?
>Before you can ask, you feel movement
>The stranger must be walking now and taking you with him
>The warmth of his jacket and the comfiness of chest are like a blanket and a pillow
>And the rhythmic movement of walking is lulling you into sleep

>You feel your eyelids closing but you try to keep them open
>You remember something
>Your friend!
>You have to get back to your friend
>Turning up in panic, you're about to ask the stranger to take you back when he speaks instead
>"Say, I didn't catch your name. What should I call you?"
>Oh, you forgot to tell him your identification
>How rude
"i am starskin spinner. i am a smart pony. i...i don't look right, but i'm a good pony. not garbage."
>The man smiles as he looks down at you
>"Well, StarSkin, you look perfectly fine to me. I'm Anon, by the way."
>And then he starts scritching your ears
>You melt back into his chest, forgetting what you were about to ask him
>You like Anon
>Anon is very nice and he makes you feel better
>You hope...
>You hope Anon will be your new friend