>You are Anon.
>You live in Ponyville with a batty roommate kekekkekkeekee named Echo, who is accordingly a bat pony.
>Your home is only one story, so she lives in the attic.
>You were kind enough to clean out all the dirt and dust in the place for her to live in.
>Right now, there's quite a ruckus going on in there.
>Did Echo find another bat? Didn't she learn how not to go batshit keekee when she found one of her cousins?
>Great, she's probably ruining the whole place up, and you'll have to clean it up again because you can't say no to those li'l bat eyes.
>Also because she's lazy.
>While contemplating about this though, you hear the attic door slam open.
>Now you're gonna have to fix that t-
"WHERE IS IT?!"
>Out of nowhere, Echo slams into you, tackling you out of the chair and pinning you down.
>Boy, she looks pissed.
>"Where is what, Echo?"
"You know what I'm talking about!"
>No, you don't.
>"Uh, no."
"The mango, smartface! The one I've been ripening up for that special thing today!?"
>Special thing? Don't know about that either.
>"Sorry, no clue."
"Ughhhhhh!"
>She jumps off of you and zooms into the kitchen.
>What's got her so worked up?
>You decide to help Echo out with her ordeal.
>So she's looking for a mango. It's practically the only thing she eats nowadays, since you can never say no to her begging, so this isn't out of the ordinary.
>But she's never been this distraught over anything, even mangoes. She may just be overreacting, but you care for her, so you might as well offer some assistance.
>You enter the kitchen and are met with what a twister left over.
>Oh Echo. You love her, but goddamnit, she's so inconsiderate.
"Where is that darn thing?!"
>"Uh, do you think I could help out, Echo?"
>She turns to you with a face of agitation.
"Sure, why not."
"Just so you know, I already checked the pantries and fridge, so all that's left is thiat fruit bowl."
>"Oh, well then I can go an-
>She swoops to the table and grabs the bowl.
>So much for being helpful.
>She pours out the contents onto the floor.
"Dyah, not here either!"
>Think. Just think for once, Echo.
"Maybe I left it under that tree..."
>She's about to storm out of the room, but not until you stop her.
>"Echo?"
>Freeze framed in her flying stance, she looks to you.
"Yes?"
>"If you going to go anywhere else, can you not leave such a mess behind?"
>You present to her Exhibit A.
"Oh. Heh. Sorry."
>She flies out to the back where the mango tree is.
>You remember the history of that tree; it was a peculiar tree. When Echo's relatives came to Ponyville and she introduced you to them, they planted a mango tree in the back as a sign of friendship with you. It was touching.
>But there's something else strange about the thing; it's never beared fruit the whole time it's been there.
>Echo's parents said that a mango would only be seen on the tree when "Those in the dark are met with a light."
>Who's in the dark and what's this light?
>Whatever, you might as well go check on Echo in the backyard. If the mango she's talking about is from that tree, it must be a sight to see.
>You take through the hallway to the back door. Through the screen, you see Echo rummaging yet again around the entire place.
>She's bat related, but she's not blind, so is she deaf instead?
>You open the screen door when she whooshes by to the mango tree. She looks up to it and sees a mango.
>So it is that mango. But it doesn't look like much. It's pretty shriveled up, like a dish rag, and it's a dull gray.
"No! Darn it!"
>You approach Echo.
>"So, this is the mango that you're looking for? Doesn't seem too enticing..."
"Not exactly..."