>It's so cold out here. >Nop0ny in this town would be awake right now, but... >You're freezing, drenched, it's awful. >Not to mention you haven't had anything to eat in, oh, how long has it been? >You can't even remember. >Not to mention a place to stay. >It seems the only lights on are the streetlights. >Oh well, guess you'll have to take shelter in yet another alleyway. >You continue walking in search of such an alley, until... >What's this? >A light that's still on? >Maybe Luna has finally blessed you. >You are Anon and as of late, you've been inflicted with insomnia. >No matter how many times you twist and turn in your bed, nothing works. >And seeing how p0nies don't have medical drugs... >You're pretty much boned. >On yet another sleepless night, you've given into... awake. >In your kitchen, you're brewing up some special coffee that Rarity showed you. >Tastes great. >Out of nowhere, there's a tapping on your front door. >Jumping, you nearly spill it. “God... It's almost 2 in the morning...” >Open the door. >Standing there is a soaked pegasus staring at the ground... only... >Not a pegasus. >Leathery wings... Tufted ears... >”I-I'm so sorry to bother you, but... I noticed your light was on and it's so cold out here...” >...and fangs? >Wariness: ACTIVATED “Uh... Sure. Just try not to get my stuff soaked.” >”Thank you...” >She walks in, and finally looks up. >”Wh-what?! You're not a pony!” “Well, yes. You're not quite a pegasus either.” >Her head hangs low with a huff. >”I hate being a batpony sometimes...” >Wait. Did she just say...? “Batpony? So they really exist?” >Her eyebrow shoots up. >”Well, yeah. Am I not proof enough? But... what are you?” >Oh. This again. “Uh. I'm a human. Bipedal ape sort of thing, only less hairy. Most of it's on my head. See?” >She scratches her chin with a hoof. >”Sounds kinda funny to me.” “Well, the whole batpony thing seems kind of funny to me. Fangs, leather wings, etcetera...” >”Uh-huh. So what's your name, human?” “You can call me Anon. And you, batpony?” >”Echo.” >Ah, like echolocation. >Oh god, imagine if you had said that out loud? >Wait... >She looks grumpy. “I... I didn't really say that did I?” >She rolls her eyes. “Heheh... Well, anyway, I'm guessing you need a place to stay.” >”For now, anyways. I don't wanna get in your hair.” >Hm. >”D-do you have anything to eat, perchance?” >A grumbling noise makes its way to your ears. >You chuckle softly. “I have some things in the kitchen. Help yourself.” >She thanks you and scurries off quickly. >Man, this is strange. >I mean, surely this must all be a dream... >Your insomniac brain unable to discern mind from reality. >Batponies are only a myth... >Right? >”Say, you don't have any bananas do ya?” >She's an odd one, this Echo. >Excitable yet reserved. >You and her have been talking for quite a bit. >”It's a weird way to go, through the Everfree. I even saw a zebra alchemist. Wasn't sure if my mind was playing tricks.” “Well, I can't say I've ever been in there. The amount of times Pinkie Pie sung a song about that place was enough to drive me clear. And that was only her voice.” >The batpony laughs a different kind of laugh. “Say, why is it a 'keekee' sound you batponies do?” >”Well, why is it a 'haha' sound that you humans do?” >Fair play. >You nod your head in approval. >”Don't you ever get tired? Most of you day-things never stay up so long past your bedtimes.” “Well, that's the thing. I'm an insomniac. I rarely sleep.” >She looks confused. “Yes, I still get tired. I'm constantly tired.” >”That doesn't sound so great.” “But I guess this fits your schedule perfectly.” >”I guess it does.” >She smiles a toothy- >Fanged grin. >Looking outside, you see there are numerous slithers of daylight creeping their way into view. “We should probably try to get some rest.” >She looks at you mischievously. >”Well, I'm taking your bed.” “Have it. The sofa's comfier anyway.” >She giggles quietly and yawns. >”Sleep well, Anon.” “Goodnight, Echo.” >It's almost evening. >You had expected that Echo would've upped and left by now but you're still downstairs waiting for a peep. >Throughout the day, you had decided to gather some fruit for her after she explained her diet. >Blood was a... different sort of delicacy though. >Most notably, she loved bananas. >Why'd you gather them? >In case she returns. >...Hopefully she returns. >Good conversation, and with your other P0nyville friends out of town for the next couple of weeks on “royal business”, you're bound to get lonely at some point. >And heck, if she ain't adorable. >After what feels like a millenia, you hear movement. >Trotting downstairs is Echo, with an anxious look. >”Goodnight, Anon.” >What? “Goodnight? But you've only just woken up.” >”Duh? I'd say 'good morning' if I was going to sleep.” >Nocturnals... “What's got you so riled anyhow?” >”Well... I was puzzling for a while before I came down here...” “Mhm.” >”And I was wondering...” >This is gonna take a while. “Go on.” >”...If maybe, just maybe, I could stay here for a little while longer?”