Prologue
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>With a loud empty thud, you finish unpacking the last of your possessions from Ponyville.
>You are _________ the __________, and today marks the beginning of a new life.
>Monster attacks, and constant environmental hazards, such as sudden flash floods of chocolate, city-wide birthday parties, and party howitzers firing off when you have to work the night shift at the warehouse during the day, or Princess candidates freaking out, and casting spells on the whole town, when you have to wake up and work the night shift DURING THE DAY, and oh so many more instances forced you to move out of the accident/Travesty prone town, and move to a nice countryside place called Oatstin,Trotsexas.
>Yay for Horse puns.
>You let out a long sigh, as your eyes run over your swank, cozy little bachelor pad.
"Not bad, if I do say so myself. I could do a lot worse."
>Before you moved out here, your old friend from Ponyville, "Koby Jack" gave this place high praises.
>Said it was the "something" capital of Equestria.
>To be honest, you don't really listen when Koby rants on about stuff, and you were eager to just leave the place.
>The flat was priced reasonably, and it has a great view of the city below even!
>In fact-
>You look outside the window parallel the door entrance, spotting various ponies mulling about their business.
>A few carts slowly bump, and roll up, and down the cobblestone roads below, hauled by hard-working mares, and stallions.
"This is my kind of place."
>Leaving the scenic view of your apartment, you fold up several cardboard boxes, and lug them off to the trashcan outside the building.
>Clean air, and soft hoof clops on stone set your mind at ease, as you stuff the packing materials into the garbage.
>Only one thing to do now. Find a job.
>Maybe something at night again. You were always a pro at burning the midnight oil.
>The heel of your foot nudges an untouched newspaper.
>The previous owner must still get his papers here.
>Luck. You won't have to hunt down a newstand!
"Time to surf the classifieds, and want ads! New life, here I come!"
>You open up the paper right there, and spot two help wanted ads immediately on the first page.

"HELP WANTED!"
Strong, and able body needed to load, and offload shipments of up to 60 lbs.
Must be able to work nights. See Speck for details.
1710 Blind-asah Ave

>That seems up your alley, but the other one is just as promising as well.

"Local Tavern owner seeking help for several positions"
Seeking those able to apply for positions within Tavern.
More information available for applicants. Ask for Musa
687 Ryteoffthuh BLVD.

>You could work in a Tavern! It'd probably be easier than what you were doing before!
>Or you could go with the classic manual labor!

A.) Manual Labor

B.) The Tavern

>Who wants to break their spine in two for peanuts?
>You decide to head to the tavern.
>You might not have to work those super late nights anymore, or have to worry about being awoken from zany town antics.
>Now to figure out how to get there....

~Some time later....~

>After toiling, and struggling to navigate the city, you believe you've found the place you're seeking to apply at.
>It's a a rinky-dink looking place called "Crossbones".
>Gotta give it one thing though. It looks really authentic.
>The address matches the ad. Might as well go in.
>Inside it looks much more vivid in color! Like a real drinking establishment!
>Checkered floors, stone walls, and..a cash register with the MasterCard/visa logo sign on it....
>You shrug off the rising questions as to how they spanned dimensions, and look around the place.
>It's pretty deserted save for a mare with a blood-red mane rolled up in a bun sitting at the bar.
>She holds a clipboard in her hooves, while sipping on a wine glass of red liquid.
>She dons a long crimson dress, that covers her body up, keeping you from seeing what type of Pony she is. 
>That doesn't matter though. This job, and getting it does.
"Erhem."
>You loudly clear your throat, making her long ears perk up.
>She looks over her wither to you with Amber orbs that seem to pierce your inner being.
>Never thought you'd wax poetic here.
>The light catches the glare of lenses, as she turns around completely to you, saying nothing.
"U-uhm...Hi there."
>She crosses her hind legs, and leans on the bar countertop with a foreleg.
>"Can I help you?"
>Her voice is really sultry, yet professional.
>You shakily hold up the newspaper.
"I read th-that you were-uh-hiring?"
>"I am. For several positions."
>So she is the manager Musa then.
>She sighs, and slips from her stool, and trots around to the back of tavern.
>Not even five minutes later, she returns with a Quill and a piece of parchment with wording on it.
>Musa lays the items on the table, and steps back.
>"Fill that out. I'm sure you have time for an interview of course?"
"Oh! Of course! I could even start today!"
>She smiles with rosy fanged lips.
>Fangs? That's new. Do ponies have fangs?
>You find yourself touching your teeth with your tongue.
>"Fill that out. Then we'll talk hotshot."
>You nod, and take your place in front of the Quill and paper.

Player name:

Species:

Two positive aspects of your personality:

Two negative aspects of your personality:

>You finish filling out the form, and slide it across the table back to the waiting Musa.
>"Talbo huh? I always thought Griffin names began with the letter "G"."
>You fidget a little.
"My parents are from a Saddle Arabian settlement, so I wasn't graced with that particular aspect."
>She shrugs, and sits across from you, looking over the paper, while you scan your surroundings.
>"Stingy with bits huh? I hear Griffons are known for being a little on the hoarding side like Dragons. Is that true?"
>You scratch the back of your head with a talon.
"Well, kinda! It all goes back to Griffon history where the king--"
>Musa holds up a hoof.
>"Please. I don't want your life story. I just want to get a feel for your character hotshot."
"I-I knew that...I was testing you.."
>She frowns in slight annoyance.
>Out the corner of your eye you see a pony peeking at you from around where Musa left earlier.
>She shakes her head at you, and vanishes around the corner.
>You're making friends already.
>"Right. Moving on-"
>She looks over the application some more, nodding, and "hmphing" here and there.
>"Okay, how much experience do you have with Tavern work?"
"Experience?"
>She cocks an eye at you.
>"Yes. Experience. You didn't just stroll over here with no experience did you?"

A.)vEmbelish, and make your lack of experience seem larger

B.) tell the painful truth, and risk being turned away

"Experience?! DO I HAVE EXPERIENCE?!"
>"I believe that's what I asked."
>You stand up to full height to make your coming story seem stronger.
"I've fixed drinks for an entire battalion of Celetia's finest troops before battle against the evil of the changeling horde!"
>She grins, and crosses her forelegs.
>"Please. Do tell."
>"Before they rode off into battle, to hone their minds, and raise their spirits I crafted the finest Cider, and mixed it with drops of melted gold! It made their bodies hardened, and their resolves steeled for fierce combat!"
>She cocks an eye.
"Not shortly after, I was attacked, and captured! Forced to go to enemy territory, and cook for the army of the tyrannical Queen Chrysalis! I had to feed over 9000 of her sinister underlings!"
>"Over 9000?"
"Yes!"
>IF ONLY YOU HAD A SCOUTER TO CRUSH!
>"Mhm. Please go on."
>You puff out your chest, and spread your wings proudly.
"Of course I refused to help her wicked forces fight on filled bellies. Using my natural Griffon ferocity, I fought off the jet black, demon dopplers with nothing more than wooden ladle, and a desire to serve my country!"
>She leans on a foreleg hoof with lowered eyes, and a fanging smirk.
>"Oh you must've been so frightened, so far from home."
"Nay! None can stand up to the mighty Griffon warriors of Saddle Arabia!"
>"You're from Saddle Arabia?"
"Indeed!"
>"Your application says you're from Ponyville."
>You cringe at being caught in your own lie.
"I--uh--meant before I moved there..."
>"Also it says you were a warehouse worker in your history here. I would think such a brave fearless creature of might would put down such a significant contribution on his application!"
"W-well that's--"
>How could you forget that you're such a bad liar?
>"Listen hotshot. I've been doing this for some time now, and it doesn't take much to identify somepony who's full of crap."
>You feel yourself starting to shrink.
>"But you hotshot? I didn't even need to strain my noggin on you at all. You're a boisterous, cocky lying sack of Bull pocky, and I'm not sure I appreciate it!"
>You feel smaller than a thimble right now, as you lower back to the chair.
>Her expression from somewhat amused, goes to one of unsettled irritation.
>"Did you think you were coming here to weave some fantastic tale, and I'd make you a manager or something?"
>Great first impression douchebag.
>You lower your head, and shut your eyes.
>"So! Now that you've wasted my time, and yours what do you have to say for yourself?"

A.) Apologize, and give her an explanation for such an act (insert your own)

B.) Fuck this. Fuck your fucking fangs. Fuck taverns. Fuck your big ears. Fuck pirates. ETC.

C.) ask Vito

>You sigh.
"I'm sorry. I--"
>You stumble over your own words, trying to find the right thing to say.
>"Yes? Go on?"
>She rolls her hoof.
"I wasn't thinking-"
>"Breaking news. Sky is blue. More at eight."
"I thought that if I made myself seem more "qualified" or able, then you'd be more inclined to hire me over other ponies! That maybe if I was someone that seemed more dependable I'd leave a lasting impression on you. I see that I only made things worse, and upset you. I'm really really sorry!"
>You keep your head down and, eyes closed.
>The table creaks.
>"So tell me what you really know how to do then. No lies."
>You peek up.
>"And, look me in the eyes while you do it. MOSSY!"
"Mossy..?"
>At her call a dark coated pony in a blue polo, with a slicked back mane style trots from around the corner.
>She looks like the mare from earlier who was sizing you up from afar.
>"Okay now start talking hotshot."
>Musa whispers something to Mossy who eyes you from next to her.
"Well..I worked a warehouse in ponyville where we would unload, and offload shipments for Filthy Rich's barnyard bargains. I can operate most lift equipment, and I have a strong back! Uh--I'm a quick learner! I don't give up easily, and I have a good eye for detail!"
>You stare with big desperate green eyes at the two ponies who whisper to one another.
>The black one narrows her eyes at you, and whispers into Musa's ear.
>Musa nods, and suddenly all eyes are on you.
>"Tell me this hotshot. What do you know about our town here? Do you know what we're known for?"

[event time!] What is their town known for?
Answer correctly and get points towards your romanceable bat waifu!
Musa - 3 pts
Mostyn -2 pts
two hidden aspects about both pones will be viewable

"I...I honestly don't know. My friend Koby Jack told me some things, but I didn't really pay attention admittedly.."
>Musa's head droops disappointedly.
>Mossy facehooves.
>"You moved here, while knowing nothing about our town?"
"I just heard it was a great place to live is all.."
>Mossy shakes her head.
>"You've awoken the beast featherhead."
>Musa suddenly stands up on her seat, putting a hoof on the table.
>You get the feeling you're in for a lecture.
>"MOSTYN! HAND ME ONE!"
>One of what?
>Musa waggles an extended hoof in Mostyn's direction, who in return sighs, and places a...
"Is that a banana?"
>Musa grins through fanged teeth.
>"This is more than a paltry fruit hotshot. That's what you were thinking right?"
"Not really. Just curious as to what you were gonna say about it."
>Musa blinks at you a few times.
>"Oh. Moving on!"
>She poses putting the fruit on her hooves.
>She's acting totally different from before.
>"Oatstin Is known to not so many outside for it's precious resource. SILICON!"
"Silicon?"
>"Yes! Silicon! It's invaluable in cultivating strong plants for farming, such as the mighty banana!"
>She holds it up in the sky dramatically.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBtsMTnstZM
>You scratch the back of your neck.
>You weren't really expecting her to be so....eccentric.
"I-I see."
>"Here at Crossbones, we grow our own fruit! Golden glorious bananas, and other less important fruits used for our signature beverage "The golden roller!" In order to make such class A golden peelable beauties, we need to make use of our towns resources! Namely silicon!"
>What does this have to do with wanting to work...
>She places the banana into your taloned clutches.
>"Tell me. What do you see? What do you feel when you hold it?"
[keen eye]
"Well, the outside feels smoother than normal, yet tougher. May I peel it?"
>Musa nods enthusiastically.
>This is the oddest interview you've ever had.
"It's firm inside, and it's slightly aromatic, yet ripe. The peel is brighter, and vivid than most also."
>"You got it! That's because of the silicon!"
>Musa snatches the fruit from you with her hooves, and nuzzles it.
"Not to interrupt this bonding over fruit, but what does that have to do with anything?"
>Mostyn steps in, allowing Musa to enjoy her edible lover.
>"Just that we do things here with the upmost quality. Like the silicon makes amazing fruits, and veggies, we employees must be like the silicon, and provide class A service."
>Couldn't that have been said without the banana molestation?
>Musa snaps out of her nanner admiration, reverting back to her professional self.
>"With that being said, do you think you could provide excellent service to customers? Display excellent work ethnic?"
>You gulp.
>"You who have no experience? Can you keep up in an unfamiliar environment? Or are you really nothing but tall tales?"
"I-I uh.."

A.) I accept the job!

B.) I must decline!

C.)I love you Mostyn!

"I accept the job!"
>Mostyn frowns, but Musa smiles.
>"I'm gonna hold you to the highest possible expectations hotshot. I expect nothing but the best out of you."
[Musa +1]
"I'll do my best to not let you down!"
>Musa smiles, but Mostyn rolls her eyes.
>"Then we'll get to training you right away!"
>Immediate training? Hecks yeah!
>How often do jobs offer to teach you on the day of an interview?
>"Mossy. I'm gonna stick him in the kitchen with you for now."
>"What? I don't wanna teach this greenhorn Musa! He's a total liar! You know how I feel about those who lie!"
>Mostyn shoots you a glare that sends a shiver down your back.
>"What do you expect me to do then? You're my most experienced worker. There's nopony more qualified than you!"
>Give him to Mia!"
>Mia? Who's mia?
>"Now you know I can't do that. I actually want to keep him around...for now."
>Musa looks at you with narrowed eyes.
>Suddenly you feel like you might have made a terrible choice.
>"Please Mossy? For me?"
>Mostyn crosses her forelegs.
>"I'll give you Saturday night off~"
>Mostyn sways a little.
>"....Fine."
>Musa clops her hooves together, and squees forgetting the banana was in her clutches.
>It splatters all over her face, leaving her stupefied.
>Mostyn chuckles, and motions at you with a scowl.
>"Come on greenhorn. Let's go teach you what a stove is."
"I know what a stove is..."
>She ignores your complaint, and begins walking towards the back, while Musa cleans herself up.
>You hurry along, following the black mare into a moderately clean kitchen with shiny counters, and a wood burning stove covered in a thin layer of soot.
>She stops in front of the stove, and holds a hoof out.
>"This is Gloria. Prized member of our team, and provider of heat for some of our more tastier menu items. Respect her, and she'll respect you."
"Respect a stove?"
>She lifts an eye.
>"That's what I said. Is there a problem?"
>You snigger.
"Well, you have a stove named Gloria, and you asking me to respect it like it was an actual being."
>"Yes. That's exactly it."
"I'm sorry. I just don't understand I suppose."
>"And why not?"
[keen eye]
"Well, it has soot on it. I would think that if you really respected it as a being, you'd do for it what it can't like it does for you."
>"Oh? Like what?"
>She crosses her forelegs awaiting your explanation.
>You walk to the stove, and run a clawed finger against it.
"It's dirty. If someone was doing me a favor, and cooking my food, and couldn't clean itself, I'd at least give it that much courtesy."
>Mostyn grins.
>"Impressive. You a detective or something greenhorn?"
>You smile confidently.
"Not at all. Just got an eye for detail."
>"Well that's good! Now we move on to your first bit of training! Proper stove cleaning!"
>WHAT.
>Mostyn 180's to a cupboard behind her, and pulls a bucket out with her mouth. It has a rag, and various cleaning bottles in it.
>She's supposed to be training you, but now it looks like she just wants a choreboy to do her job.

A.) I'm not doing this! [Mostyn -]

B.) I have to pay my dues..hand it over. [Mostyn +]

c.) So who's Mia? [Mostyn =]

>With a heavy sigh, you hold out a clawed digit.
"I suppose that's fair. I am the new guy after all."
>Mostyn drops the bucket into your palm with a smile.[Mostyn+]
>"Good. you know your place on the totem pole. Wish the last guy had your obedience."
>You move to the stove, and begin sorting through the cleaning implements.
"What do you mean? Was he rowdy or something?"
>Mostyn stands on her hind legs, and crosses her forelegs.
>"You could say that. He wasn't trained by me. Like I'd try to reign in such a psycho anyway."
>You find some oven cleaner foam spray, and start applying it.
"Psycho? Like knife-wielding? Scar in his head? Foil hat?"
>She giggles.
>"I wouldn't know. Mia trained him. Just as well! She's crazy too!"
>The second time you've heard of this "Mia".
>Mostyn looks away out the order out window.
>"I don't know why Musa keeps her around. Probably for that tax break."
>Curiouser, and curiouser...
"You don't think too fondly of this "mia", do you?"
>"Less talk, and more scrubbing Kittybutt."
>Kittybutt? That's sexual harassment! You should take this to the G-double A-Cee Pee!
>But, then that would be highly beta of you.
>Plus, she's checking out your butt bruh!
>You snicker, and continue to scrub inky black soot off, while Mostyn watches.
>Silence, and the sound of rhythmic scrubbing fills the space between you.
>You start to wonder how much you'll get paid-
[Jewish]
>Because you don't want to spend a cent of it on anything, without a discount on it.
>"Are you okay?"
"H-huh?"
>"Are you okay? I asked if you're okay."
"Wh-why do you ask that? Was I doing something wrong?" 
>"You started wringing your claws together, and I may be imagining things, but your beak also got longer."
"O-oh. Sorry. I'll get back to work..."
>You better watch that goyim.

>"Yeah. I wanna see my face in that things hide."
>You roll your eyes.
>"What?"
"Your coat is black. Al you'll possibly see is your eyes, and mane."
>She smirks at you.
>"And maybe these beauts!"
>She shows off perfectly pointed fangs.
"More fangs.."
>"Yeah. You never seen fangs before Kittybuns?"
"Not on a pony! I always thought your kind had flat teeth."
>Mostyn giggles again.
>"What do you think I am? "My kind" that is?"
"Pony?"
>She leans back, and shakes her head.
>"Poor ignorant, kittybuns. So uneducated. So uninformed! What am I to do with you?"
>You frown, and scrub harder.
>You can almost hear Gloria whispering in pain.
>"I don't usually take students, since my teaching is too tough for the weak of heart, and weak willed-"
[Strong will]
"But, you don't get that feeling with me?"
>Her smile cocky smile slowly falls into a straight line.
[Mostyn +]
>"No...No I don't."
>She suddenly adopts a fierce glare.
>"That doesn't mean I like you or anything kittybuns! It just means you won't break down, and start sobbing like a little filly who dropped their lollipop!"
>She pokes her bottom lip out in a pout.
"Oooookay? So what are you going to teach me?"
>She taps her chin with a hoof.
>"Maybe, I should wait until this place actually starts bustling with customers. Then you'll see what I mean."
>That was...ominous.
"Are you guys like werewolves or something?"
>"WEREWOLEVES?! Don't ever put us, and those freaky dogponies in the same sentence!"
"WEREPONIES EXIST?!"
[keen eye]
"Thinking about it, your eyes look just like Musa's! Fangs, and slitted pupils that look like they'd be useful for seeing in the dark-"
>Mostyn smirks.
>"Oho. That detective side of you comes out again."
"You're...FRANKENPONIES!"
>Mostyn hits the ground in traditional anime style.
>"C-CELESTIA CURSE YOU!"
>She stomps out of the kitchen.
"Wait! Where are you going?!"
>"BATHROOM! KEEP SCRUBBING TIMBERWOLF BRAIN!"
>Geez. She's got a temper on her.
>You're left alone in the kitchen.
>What should you do?
A.) KEEP SCRUBBING TIMBERWOLF BRAIN![Gloria +]
[Mostyn+]

B.)Go find Musa
[Musa+/-]
[Mostyn-]

C.)Smoke break time~

D.)Stand outside the mares bathroom, and await Mostyn.
[Mostyn - - - - - --]
[Mia+++]

>You decide to keep cleaning the oven per Mostyn's orders.
"What was she so mad about? Did I say something wrong..?"
>There's no use trying to get women you figure. Her attitude would make her a perfect griffin female though,
>Time passes as you keep on scrubbing.
>The oven looks so fine it's freaking silver.
"How's that for top notch work!"
>Don't even know how that's possible.
>"Wooooooooow. The oven looks so pretty!"
>You get up, and turn around to the voice.
>In the doorway stands another mare. A portly one at that with sparkling amber eyes.
>They also have slitted pupils.
>She must be a franken pony also.
>"Did you do that? The oven look so shiny! I want to add it to my collection~"
>Her long mane bobbles, and swishes around, as she approaches your handiwork.
"Uhm...Hello?"
>She ignores you, and inspects the stove, rubbing socked hooves against it.
>Why IS she wearing socks anyway? It's like 90 degrees outside.
>And she's wearing a scarf too!
>The mare wraps two forelegs around the stove, and tries to lift it.
"Hey! What are you doing?!"
>"Taking the stove home."
"Stop that! That's stealing!"
>She looks at you with a blank expression.
>"It's not stealing! It's borrowing!"
"Wha--No it's not! MANAGER! MUSAAAAA!"
>The mare grins with fanged teeth.
>"MUSAAAAAAA~"
"MUSAAAAAAAA!"
>She's yelling with you like it's a game.
>You suddenly stop your screeching.
>She does too, and goes back to trying to lift the stove.
>"I have lots of shiny things. Lots of them! I have a collection. You got shiny things too?"
>You're rendered speechless by the unpredictable nature of this chubby mare.
"I don't..."
[jewish]
>She's not getting a single bit out of you!
>You feel your digits wringing together again.
>"Mom tells me to stop bringing home things for my collections *slurp* but, it's too much fun collecting!"
>She's drooling a little.
>Is she...a special ed pony?
>"Can you help me lift this? I wanna take it home!"
"I--What?"
>You run talons down your face in frustration.
>"Hrrnnngh...!"
>You can't help but notice the plum backside on her as she's trying to lift with her back.
>"What's going on in here Kittyb--?!"
>Mostyn returns, and boy does she look unhappy.
>"What do you think you two are doing?!"
"I wasn't doing anything! I just finished cleaning the oven like you asked!"
>"Mia! What are you trying to do to Gloria!?"
>This is Mia?"
>"Take it home. Squee~"
>"That's stealing you dolt. Put Gloria down, and get out of here, before I tell Musa what you're doing."
>Mia narrows her eyes at Mostyn, and releases her grip, then looks to you.
>"Are you new? Are you Mostyn's friend...?"
"Uh--"
>You feel your tail gripped, and pulled back.
>It's Mostyn again, trying to bring you towards her.
>"I'd appreciate it, if you kept those flabby hooves to yourself Mia. I've take him under my wing! We won't have another Vito on our hooves!"
"Who's Vito?"
>Mostyn shoots you a glare.
>"Just some crazy, foil hat pony who's in the nuthouse right now.I'll tell you later."
>What type of feud did you walk in on?
>Mia merely smiles. A different type of smile though.
>The smile of a lion about to chomp down into the warm flesh of an unsuspecting gazelle.
>"I like shiny things new catbird."
"Ok-okay?"
>"Stop talking to her!"
>Mia begins to trot past you, and Mostyn, slipping her tail under your beak.
>"I also like individuals who shine~"
>She winks, and trots out of the kitchen leaving you confused as all hell.
>You rub your feathery head.
"What just happened?"
>Mostyn grabs your shoulders, and whips you around to her.
>"Listen here Kittybuns. You just got SCOPED, by the newbie killer."
"The what?!"
>"All that idiot crap there? An act. Now she has her sights set on you, and I fear you won't be here long."
"What's going on?! What are you talking about?!"
>"If you want to work here, you can't socialize with Mia by any means! Get me?!"
"I'm so confused..."
>"DO YOU GET ME?!"
A.) I got it!

B.) MANAGER! MUSAAAAAA

C.) I'm not agreeing to anything without an explanation!

D.) Ask Vito

"I'm not agreeing to anything until you tell me what's going on?! It's my first day, and I'm being hit with all this drama!"
>Mostyn shakes you a little with her hooves, before releasing you.
>"Fine. Next bit of training. "Stay away from Mia"."
"I got that the first time."
>Mostyn looks around the kitchen.
>"Let's go out back. It's about time for a break anyway."
"Okay?"
>That warehouse job looks so much more appealing now.
>Mostyn leads you out the backdoor to an alley where the dumpster resides.
>A cat leaps from a trashcan, and disappears further down into the murky end upon your entry.
>She closes the door behind you, and leans against it.
"Okay, please tell me what the heck is going on?"
>She sighs.
>"This is why I didn't want to train you. It didn't take long at all for her to set those greedy little peepers on you."
"What do you mean?"
>"Every job has its share of drama, and to think there wouldn't be any when you came on, is naive of you."
"Well, I didn't think that. Just it wouldn't happen so soon.."
>"Before you there was this stallion. Named "Vito Autismo"-"
>You snicker at the name.
>"Hard worker. Avid Celestia worshiper. He was an alright guy. Worked in the kitchen with me for like five months."
>Mostyn's face slowly falls.
>"He was cool with what were were..."We're all Celestia's children" he'd say, then raise his legs in the air, and scream "praise the sun!" like some type of freak."
>Sounds like it.
>Everyone knows Luna is the best princess.
>"I thought he was a jerk..but he was cool."
"Were you involved?"
>"NO. Are you kidding? He was gay. Until Mia got hold of him."
>Now we're getting to the meat of this.
>"Mia pretends to be this a few sandwiches short of a picnic type of pony, but the truth is she's a collector."
"Yeah. She said as much."
>Mostyn groans.
>"Not like what you're thinking. She likes "Shiny things". Those that stand out, or have some type of potential she can leech off of, and make her own, or keep to herself."

>Mia would make a great griffin.
>"I bet seeing that oven scrubbed so thoroughly grabbed her attention. That's some hard work you put in. Not to hard to imagine what you could do with such dedication."
>You blush.
"Did you just compliment me?"
>"N-no! Shut up! I'm talking!"
[Mostyn +]
>She clears her throat looking away.
>"She came on to Vito one day while he was alone, and they left work together one odd night. Vito came back the next day talking about nothing but Mia."Mia this", "Mia that"! It was disgusting. Furthermore, his looks seemed to whittle, and wear until he was some pale, sickly looking pony."
"Like a Zombie?"
>"Exactly. One day he came in, carrying flowers, and candy professing this undying love of Mia. How she was able to make a gay stallion straight is beyond me, but she did it."
"Yeah that's pretty impressive indeed."
>"It's monstrous. So here he is telling the entire room how he's in love with Mia, and she comes in slung around the leg of this other pony!"
"Oh boy."
>"Right! Vito's wondering what the heck is going on, and Mia simply says "I don't like things that aren't shiny", and dumps the guy there, and then! After that he started stalking the place, and Mia. Tried to set fire to it a few times."
>You gulp.
>This could easily be you, if Mostyn is telling the truth.
>"He got carted off to the nuthouse, where this pony named rose-something looks over him. She gives Musa status updates."
"Why didn't Musa fire Mia for that?!"
>Mostyn shrugs.
>"Mia has papers saying she has an actual condition. Firing her for that would lead to lawsuits out the wazoo. Plus, as much as I hate to say it she's a good worker."
>You pace around with a talon to your beak in thought.
>"Look, I'll talk to Musa. See if I can train you on a night Mia isn't here. Is that okay with you?"
>Mostyn is showing concern for her underling. Awwww.
>"If you don't wipe that look off your face, the next bit of training will be cleaning out the bathrooms with your tongue."

A.) Pssh. Mia ain't shit. Train me now!

B.) Maybe it isn't safe today. Let's talk to Musa.

C.) I think I'm just gonna quit.

D.) Move back to Ponyville

"Maybe y-you're right. Let's go talk to Musa. I don't want to end up like Vito."
>Mostyn smiles for the first time.
>"Good choice newbie.Be grateful, I'm spending this time on you though!"
"Of course I am mistress~"
>You bow mockingly.
>"You're gonna be on dish duty for that kittybuns!"
"As soon as you train me on it!"
>The two of you have a shared chuckle between the two of you, before heading back into the building.
>You follow Mostyn back out into the main area, where you find Musa. and Mia talking amongst one another.
>Musa is the first to spot you, and Mostyn, and greets you with a smile.
>"So how is he Mossy? You think he'll make it?"
>"Eh. He's aight. He needs a little more work, but he's a little rough around the edges."
>Musa giggles.
>"If it's you and Mia saying it, it has to be true."
>Mia smiles at you with a fang hanging from her mouth.
>"I can see why Mossy is so attached to him! He's shiny like Vito!"
>Oh boy. That sounded like the magic word to a catfight.
>Mostyn merely scowls, with narrowed eyes, while Musa brings a hoof to her mouth.
>"Oh dear. I hope he's doing okay. You two were so close to him. Are you two still together Mossy?"
>Together?
>You look at Mostyn who's sweating a little.
>"N-no. We broke up some time ago, before his nervous breakdown..."
>Wait. Didn't she say--
>"A-anyway, that doesn't matter. I was wondering if I could train Tal here some other day, when I could give him my full attention...?"
>Musa thinks.
>"Well if you're too busy, I could have Mia take over for a little bit."
>"Yeah! I want the shiny bird!"
>Musa cocks an eye at Mia.
>Mostyn's eyes widen, and she looks over her wither at you.
>"That's not necessary! Talbo wants to be trained by me! Right? He's feeling the same! Tell Musa Talbo!"
>Mostyn is lying to you about something, and now you're starting to get nervous.
>What a first day.
>Being the only male here, and you've stumbled onto something big. 
>Mia saunters over, and throws a leg around your back.
>"We're already best friends! He wants to learn more today, so he can formally join a shift tomorrow night! Don't hold him back from getting shiny Mossy!"
>Mia winks at you.
>It sends a shiver up your spine.
>"I think he'd rather have some time to work with me. I have been here longer than you Mia. In fact, I was going to walk him home!"
>Mostyn slips a hoof around your foreleg(?).
>"Girls! Girls! I know you're excited about the new guy, but, you've both to get ready for tonight. I'll take him with me to fill out some more papers, and set him up for his pay."
>CHA-CHING.
>"Boss! He's tired from all the stuff he had to do today! Let him go home-"
>"Nyahhh..He wants more training!"
>Musa rubs her forehead.
>"What do you want to do Hotshot?"

A.) Go home for the day[Mostyn+++]
[Mia-]

B.) Keep working with Mia [Mia+++]
[Mostyn - - - - - - -]

C.)Go with Musa
[Musa++] 
[Mostyn - -] [Mia - -]

>You slide from under Mia's leg, rubbing the back of your head.
"I appreciate the gestures girls...I really do."
>They all watch you awaiting your answer.
"But, it seems you guys have a big night planned, and I don't think I can learn EVERYTHING in this one sitting. I'm a little tired, and I think I'd just be in the way."
>Musa thinks.
>"Well...maybe you have a point. Come back tomorrow at noon, and we'll finish setting you up. Okay?"
>Musa smiles with all the elegance of a mother seeing off her child.
"Y-Yes!"
>Mostyn smiles too.
>"Then I'll walk you back. I need to get some air before we hit off the night shift anyway."
>"Aaaaaawww. I wanted to hang out more!"
>Mia affectionately nuzzles you, making that cold shiver run down your back again.
>She leans in to your covered ear holes, and hums.
>"Hopefully next time, I can walk the shiny birdy home~"
>Your heart begins to beat faster, and a warm feeling quickly replaces the once cold unfamiliarity.
>Your cheeks grow hot, and you feel flustered.
>What was that all about?
>"URGH. C'mon! We can't waste time!"
>Mostyn pulls you away with her forelegs, and headbutts you in the rear outside crossbones.
>You stumble, and wobble around outside, not taking your eyes off Mia, who smiles, and waves a hoof at you.
>You're outside once more, except the town is radiating a beautiful orange color.
>The color of sunset. Like Mia's eyes...
>"I can't believe she did that! What a slag!"
"Y-yeah..."
>Mostyn looks at you oddly.
>"What did she say to you? You look like a parrot with all the different colors you're turning!"
"N-nothing.."
>"My flank it was nothing. Let's go! I need to cool off! The nerve of that cow! Bringing up Vito like that so casually..."
>You snap out of your infatuated state, and remember what unfolded before.
"Speaking of which, I had some questions.."
>Mostyn frowns looking at the ground.
>"Walk, and talk."
"Fair enough."
>The two of you begin heading back to your new home, in silence at the start.
>Mostyn keeps looking down the whole way.
"So..you dated Vito?"
>"......."
"You told me he was gay."
>"........"
"And, that you never were an item."
>".....Yeah? AND?"
>Cue defense mode.
"I'm sorry! I'm not trying to anger you! I mean, I kinda figured it was a fib."
>She looks up, with an unconvinced frown.
>"Yeah? And how so?"
[Keen eye]
"Well, when most people look down, and pause when talking about someone they're recalling fond memories or something like that. At least, that's what I read once. Might've been something else."
>"Pfft. Sure. You're a regular Sherclop holmes."
"I might be!"
>She rolls her eyes.
"I thought you didn't like me."
>"I don't."
"But you're walking me home."
>"I'm just getting to know you catbutt. Despite those stupid lies from earlier, you're not too bad. For a griffon anyway. You are pretty dumb though. Frankenpony? Really?"
"Hey! It was an educated guess!'
>"Special ed maybe."
>You pout at her snarky comments playfully.
"So...can you tell me?"
>"Tell you what?"
"Why did you lie?"
>".......No."
>You wonder why not. Maybe you're moving too fast.
"I won't pry."
>"Thanks."
>The rest of the walk is in tense silence between you save for the background clops of ponies heading home.
>Maybe she'll tell you someday. One can hope. Assuming you're still interested in knowing.
>Right now, you're still tingly from having Mia whisper sweet nothings into your ear.
>Wouldn't mind getting a second helping of that!
>Wonder what she's doing?
>Maybe you can bring her over to visit! She seems friendly enough!
>Maybe Mostyn was lying? Somepony as sweet and caring as Mia couldn't be that bad...
>"So where is your pad? Are we close yet?
"I think so Mia.."
>"WHAT WAS THAT?!"
"I-I said It should be-a around h-here.."
[bad liar]
>Mostyn facehooves.
>"You're so bad at lying."
"You are t-too!"
>She clonks you on the noggin with her hoof in response.
>"You don't speak to your senpai that way!"
"My what now?"
>She blushes, her eyes darting around.
>"Is it near or not?!"
>You put your talons up.
"Whoa! Calm down. We should be close.."
>You look around the block.
"Right there. near the corner."
>You point at your bland exterior home.
>It's your home though. Your castle, and ain't none like it.
>"Oh cool. C'mon!"
>She pushes you along with her head towards Casa de talbo.
"Yow! Hey! Take it easy!"
>"I wanna see how it looks!"
"I just literally just finished unpacking my things. There's really nothing to see."
>"Stop being a baby! Invite your senpai in for tea!"
"What in the wide world of Equestria is a Send-pie?"
>"Just let me in Cat butt!"
"Gosh! Fine!"
>You give in to her demands and allow the eager earth pony into your home.
>She trots in without your consent, and looks around.
"No. Please. Come right in. Make yourself at home."
>"Thanks! I just might do that thing!"
>You groan., and close the door behind you, as she explores your home, like some protagonist from a video game.
>"Not too shabby kittybuns. It's not exactly five star, but it's a cozy little pile of crap."
>You frown.
"Thank you for your honesty mistress. I'm so happy you approve of my "Crap pile"."
>She giggles, and sits on your sofa.
>"Don't be that way! I just gave you the highest compliment I can gave somepony!"
"That's how I'm feeling. "honored"."
>She shows off her fangs in a toothy smile, and fans herself with a hoof.
>"Phew! It's hot in here! Mind if I take this shirt off? I don't usually wear my uniform outside work.."
>You move to your pile of pillows by an unlit fireplace, and lay on them.
"Go for it."
>She nods, and begins to disrobe.
>What you witness next catches you by the utmost surprise.
>"MMMNH! It feels good to let the wings stretch every now, and then! You know?"
>The wings she's referring to aren't feathery Pegasus wings however. Your eyes can only bore holes in the pair of large leathery BAT wings sprouting from Mostyn's back.
>Your digit shakily points at her.
"V-va-va-va-va-va-va-va--"
>"Hm?"
"VAAAAAMPIREEEEEE!"
A.} Find a wooden stake to slay her with

B.) Faint

C.) Use your Ripple. ZA WARUDO

D.)Rationally express surprise at the new sight before you, and try to understand Mostyn for what she is as a loving, caring, and compassionate creature yourself.

E.) A,B,C all together.

F.)Ask Vito, and then do A, B , and C. You know that's what he's gonna say.

>"What are you hollering about now?"
"Bat wings! You got bat wings! And fangs! Like a vampire!"
>Mostyn lowers her eyes, and rolls them.
>"I am NOT a vampire. I was just walking around in the day you dofus. Did I burst into flames?"
"Well no..."
>"Did I "vant to suck your blood"?"
"Well n-not yet."
>"UUURGH."
>She facehooves.
>"Don't be stupid! How can you not know about Batponies? We're one of the most prominent races in Equestria! Princess Luna hires Batponies as Night guards ALL the time!"
>You scratch the back of your head.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't really know.."
>Mostyn crosses her hooves, and shakes her head disappointedly.
>"Am I going to have to train you on life as well? Catbutt?"
>You grumble in shame.
>"This town is the bat capital of Equestria. You had to know that! I mean there's that hollow shades place, but--"
>She trails off, tapping her hoof on her cheek.
>"Well it's not important. If it has fangs, and walks on four legs here, it's a bat pony."
"Well...gosh. I didn't know. That explains a lot."
>"Mhm."
>Mostyn crosses her hind legs, kicking back on your sofa.
>She looks awfully comfortable, for being in a stranger's home.
"So uh...what do you guys eat?"
>"Pretty much everything you eat."
"Small rodents, and livestock?"
>She turns pale, sitting up, and looking at you.
>"Y-you eat...?"
"Gotcha."
>You burst out laughing, while she sits there pouting.
>"Yeah, yeah. You're hilarious. We're herbivores, but not dedicated. Sometimes we dabble in the insect kingdom."
"Like Changelings?"
>"You're really stupid, you know that? But, yes."
"Ewwwww."
>"What?! They're bugs!"
>You chuckle a little.
>This is nice, having somepony hang out with you in your apartment. On your first day too.
>"So? Where's the tea? I'm thirsty!"
"Tea? Okay..Okay sure."
>You get up, and go to your fridge, and open it.
>You have several beverages inside specifically for Griffons.
"So what was that send pie thing you said earlier?"
>"Mostyn goes quiet, looking out your window.
" Is there something wrong?"
>"URGH."
>Uh oh. It's that signature groan.
"If I'm offending you, I'm sorry! I wasn't making fun of you. I was curious is all!"
>You return with a glass of cold earl grey, and hand it to Mostyn, who takes it with a somber look.
>"I like to read..comics.."
"Okay? What's bad about that?"
>"They're Ja-Uh.."
"Mostyn."
>You sit in front of her with a straight serious face.
>"They're Japraneighse..."
>You think for a second.
>Koby was big into those books too. You would call him a something -aboo jokingly.
>She sips the tea, looking at you from the glass.
[Keen Eye]
>So this explains the attitude, and the words. She's imitating some character from a comic book.
>She's weird.
>She's SO WEIRD.
>You're about to say something, when the rattling of your door, halts the conversation.
"I-I have a visitor? Hold on a second."
>Mostyn cocks an eyebrow, as you float over to answer it.
>You crack it open, and look outside.
"Hello?"
>You're suddenly greeted with a soft hum, that travels through your body, twirling all around your feathers.
>Your legs feel weak, and your heart beats fast. You feel so full of energy, and affection.
>"I'll see you later birdy~ Have fun.."
>You didn't see who was there, but they did something to you.
>It feels wrong, and right.
>Like you're not you.
>"Yo! Kittybuns! Who was it?"
"....I don't know..."
>You look at Mostyn with hungry eyes.
>"Uh...are you okay?"

A.) Attack Mostyn with your Griffon love staff

B.) Smooch Mostyn with your griffon tongue

C.) Grapple Mostyn with your griffon hugs

D.) FIGHT IT.
>You lick your chops at Mostyn's supple frame.
>How tight her coat compliments her curves.
>The plump kissable-
>You shake your head, trying to eject these thoughts.
>"Kittybuns? You're looking really pale right now. Did something happen at the door.
"Uh...I'm feeling a little sick..."
>You put your talons against your head.
>Mostyn gets off your sofa, setting her drink down, and trots over to you.
>She places a hoof against your head.
>"You're preety warm birdy. Maybe you caught a little bug or something. You should lay down for the day."
"Y-you're right.."
>You take her hoof in your digits, and look into her eyes.
"Thank you for looking after me. I don't deserve such kindness."
>Uhhhh....
>"Uhhhh....S-sure. I-I should be going."
>She slips her hoof out of your graps with slightly pink cheeks.
>She walks around you to your door, and lets herself out.
>Mostyn gives you a look before leaving.
>"You're a lying dunce, and you make terrible drinks. You're weird also."
"Okay, and-?"
>"That's it."
>Well shit.
>"Next time have some better tea made. I hate Earl Grey. BLECH!"
>She sticks her tongue out.
"Next time? There's gonna be a next time?"
>"Don't read too much into it kittybuns. It's not a bad place to hang out, and you're not COMPLETELY terrible company."
"Am I being complimented again?"
>She rolls her eyes.
>"See you at work tomorrow. Don't be late Kittybuns."
>You nod, and slowly close the door behind her, turning around, and reclaiming your spot on the pillows again.
>Who was that who was at your door?
>Your mind is a jumbled mess right now, and only bits, and pieces seem clear.
>You answered a door, and you wanted Mostyn so bad. Pretty weird considering it was your first day meeting her.
>You notice she left her shirt on the couch.
>Maybe you'll return it tomorrow..
>You close your eyes, and let sleep wash over you, but it's not as peaceful as you'd like.
>Images of your coworkers continue to pop up.
>You shake your head, moving to the sink, and turning on the faucet.
>Clean water(pretty much the only clean thing) flows into the glass.
>Gnats buzz around your head, much to your annoyance.
>As you head back to Mosina, you can hear music coming from her bathroom.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nk97Oil2qnc
"Oh..G-URRRP.."
>You do your best to keep from puking yourself, and head back to Mosina, who's laid out across some potato chip crumbs.
>She notices you coming with an open eye.
>"Mnngh..you have my thanks."
>You silently hand her the glass, looking around some more.
>"Ehehe..Yes it is a tad bit untidy.."
"A TAD?! You have a musical number going on in your bathroom!"
>She looks down, and frowns sadly.
>You take a deep breath, and run your clawed foreleg down your face.
"Look..I'm sorry for yelling at you, and for what I said. I'm just getting new to things here, and this is all so overwhelming."
>"You're new to this c-city? Of course..what am I saying? I was the only resident of this place until now. It'd make no logical sense that you would randomly appear in this particular building if you weren't..."
"Uh..Okay. You go ahead, and have your..whatever that is. I'm gonna go home. You should give up on the cookies for now."
>You turn to leave the filth dungeon, when your wing is grabbed.
>You look down at the black hooves holding it, and up to Mosina.
>"Wait! Y-You can't stay longer, and maybe look at a movie or two with me n-neighbor?"
>Her eyes glimmer with desperation.

[Anons choose their own answer]
>You smile nervously, trying to keep from looking into her puppy dog eyes.
>Her apartment is freaking filthy, and you can't help but wonder how a pony could live in this Pig pen.
>"Please? Just one?"
"Uh....uhm...but, isn't...it's a little dirty...maybe we could clean up a little bit?"
>She looks behind herself at her messy interior.
>"Oh...okay! Sure! I can straighten things up a little! Just come inside, okay?"
"Okay..."
>She releases your wing with a sweet smile, and hoof pumps to herself.
>"Come in! Come in! Make yourself comfortable!"
"By the puke puddle, or the roach orgy?"
>"I'm sorry?"
>You scrunch up your beak.
[Bad liar]
"I said, so will you push everything into a single huddle, or a g-garbage orgy?"
>Mosina blinks at you a few times.
>"That's a great idea!"
>Oh Celestia, what did you just do.
>She immediately starts flapping around pushing piles of garbage into the middle of the room, as you reenter, watching intently.
>"I got the perfect movie in mind we can watch! It's about this Mare whose husband gets executed for this crime, and the cop who arrests him hooks up with his wife! Totally racy, raunchy stuff! It's super moving!"
"Uh...yeah. Sounds...riveting."
>Huh. Her carpet is blue.
>She continues to push everything towards one point excitedly.
>This isn't really cleaning. It's just focusing the filth..
>And worst off she didn't get all of it. Just enough for two individuals to sit.
>She stops her halfway done job, and flutters over to the cleared spot, and sits down.
>"Come on~ Come on~ Have a seat~"
>You look from her to the pile.
>Is she serious?
>She duckfaces at you.
"What are you doing?"
>"Inviting you over for a seat?"
"........."
>You sigh, and rub your eyes.
>Just get it over with.
>You walk over, and sit next to her, as she squees happily.
>"You'll be like-the second pony I've had over for movies!"
"I'm not a pony for one, and what happened to the first?"
>Her smile falters for a brief moment.
>"Wh-what makes you think something happened?"
[Keen eye]
"Well your enthusiasm took a quick plunge there."
>"Psh-shaw! It was just a nervous twi-twitch! Be-because you're so handsome~"
>You blush at the praise.
"H-handsome? You think so?"
>"Yes! Yes! Definitely!"
>She hugs your Arm with her forelegs, and smirks.
>"And so strong~!"
>You teeter your head, grinning like a total idiot.
"Aw, cut it out..I mean I work out a little, but nothing impressive, heh heh..Let's watch the movie..."
>"Sure! Let me start it up!"
>She lets you go, and roots through her unorganized pile of film reels, giving you a quick glance as she takes one from the pile.
>You were too busy trying to dampen your growing blush, as she puts a pink colored reel into the projector.
>"There! All loaded! Are you ready? STUD~?"
"Heh heh...aw shucks...Yeah!"
>Suddenly, the mess doesn't look so bad.
>She flips a switch,and the projector begins counting down as she flies over to the light switch.
>5,4,3,2,1-
>The video starts, and--
"......What-"
>Two ponies are having....s-sexual intercourse on a pedestal surrounded by other ponies in hoods.
>There's candles, and what looks like blood runes around them.
>You can feel Mosina staring at you from the side.
>The mare getting the D, starts to moan out in some weird language as she's...."done".
>"???!??????????!"
"M-Mosina? What is this?"
>"OH. NO. I. SEEM. TO. HAVE. PUT. THE. WRONG. REEL. IN."
>You feel her hoof rubbing your leg.
>"I can change it...if you want.."
>She makes bedroom eyes at you.
>You gulp.
>"???????????!"
>Maybe this was a bad idea...
>The movie title comes up.
>"Stable Black: The butthole bludgeoning"

A.) W-wait Mosina..maybe we should slow down, and talk?

B.) No. Keep it in!

C.) Change it please.

D.)I should get going..
>You stare at the screen unblinkingly, feeling Mosina start to pepper your neck with poorly placed kisses.
"Uh...I uh...I GOTTA GO-"
>"What?"
>You scramble to get up and rush to the door, flustered, and confused at what's happening.
>"Wait! I never learned your name! A name is a word or term used for identification. Names can identify a class or category of things, or a single thing, either uniquely, or within a given context. A personal name identifies, not necessarily uniquely, a specific individual-"
>You fling the door open, sending the buzzing gnats flying around in various directions.
"TALBO! BYE!"
>You zoom to your apartment, flying like a Wonderbolt straight out of Tartarus.
>"C-call me!"
>You duck into your apartment, and slam the door behind you, breathing like a madmare.
>What was that?!
>Did she try to seduce you?
>In her dirty home, and playing a Porno?
>Where can you get a copy?
"Bad day...Bad day!"
>You clutch you chest like you're having a heart attack.
>Speaking of which, who was that who visited you earlier?
>That doesn't matter. Mosina just tried to have her way with you!
>You're no prude. Not by any means, but having relations with a mare in that sea of garbage?
>You remember what that cartoon said about situations like this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IuXOkGvZNaI
>You gotta tell someone.
>Shame Colby Jack isn't here with you.
>You finally settle down, and drag yourself to your pillows again. remembering that Mostyn left her shirt behind on your sofa.
"I wonder if she'll come back and get it.."
>You roll over on your back, and stare up at the ceiling.
>......Mosina needs to clean that place up.
>Your eyes quickly close, and sleep comes as a welcome visitor.
>A batpony with a red mane, caresses your head with her hooves.
>Her face is blotched out, but you know who she is.
>"I'm watching you...Kittybird..."
>She pecks your forehead.
"M_________?"
"I'll see you tomorrow, Kitty.."
>She opens her mouth revealing a set of impressive fangs.
>"HSSS!"
>They bear down on you at lightning speed.
"DON'T EAT ME!"
>You flail around, and wake up to dim sunlight.
>It's morning. What a dream...
>You rub your head, and sigh out loud, as you get up.
>GRRRRNNNN~
"Hello hunger, my old friend."
>Speaking of which, you haven't really ate since yesterday, and since moving here you haven't had the chance to go grocery shopping.
>And you have to be at work at noon.
"Looks like I get to sample the local cuisine!"
>You clasp your talons together, and head towards the door, wondering who you're speaking to.
>On the floor is a envelope by the entrance.
>You pick it up, and effortlessly tear it open with your claws.
"From Mosina...?"
>You feel awkward after what happened last night.
>Maybe it'd be best to just write off Mosina, and go eat...

A.) Read the letter. Maybe Mosina is worth a second chance?

B.)Trash it and go get some breakfast, vowing never to talk to that pig-pony ever again

C.) Stash it somewhere. Not sure how to deal with her right now.
>You shrug, and decide to read the letter.
>She was a little "capricious" last night, but she's not bad. Just a little untidy.
"Heh. A little."
>You unfold the letter, and start reading.
>"Dear Tall bowe-"
"Ugh. Everypony does that..."
>"-I wanted to say sorry for my actions yesterday. I was out of line, and I didn't mean to startle you-"
"Did a little more that startle me there lady.."
>"I hate to admit, its been some time since, since I've spoken with a member of the opposite sex, you being a male...which means that you being a male organism is the physiological sex that produces sperm. Each spermatozoon can fuse with a larger female gamete, or ovum, in the process of fertilization. A male cannot reproduce sexually without access to at least one ovum from a female, but some organisms can reproduce both sexually and asexually. Most male mammals, including male humans, have a Y chromosome, which codes for the production of larger amounts of testosterone to develop male reproductive organs.Not all species share a common sex-determination system. In most animals, including humans, sex is determined genetically, but in some species it can be determined due to social, environmental or other factors. For example, Cymothoa exigua changes sex depending on the number of females present in the vicinity-"

>You roll your eyes, and skim down to where it gets back to the subject.
>"-Anyways, I'm sure you can tell I'm nervous..(Be careful of where you step when you go outside =;[ ) It took a lot for me to actually leave my apartment to leave this letter for you."
>You shudder to think what's outside your apartment door.
>"I want to ask you to not give up on me. You actually gave me a chance, and not to sound too creepy, I don't want to lose you(?) (That does sound a little creepy)"
>Your feelings on avoiding her start to soften.
>You reach the back of the letter.
>"-I'll clean my apartment, and I promise things will be different! Just please...Visit me sometime?"
>"Love Mosina- P.S: Sorry again about outside your apartment! xoxoxoxoxox"
>You take a deep breath, and open the door.
"Aw...Sick..."
>A fresh puke puddle, and trail lays neatly next to your apartment, going from Mosina's apartment to yours, and back.
>You hold back the Domino effect vomit you feel coming, and decide to leave via window.
>The letter was heartfelt, but the puke is harshly lessening its effect.
>You lock up, and take flight from your living room.
>You need to fly more often. The feel of the wind through your feathers, and the poofy clouds kissing your beak always calm you down, and there is no better moment than now.
>What was that mare thinking yesterday?
>So many questions...
>But you have one defining answer at least.
"Where is ol Talbo gonna eat?"
>A corner Diner beneath you catches your eye.
"The Moonlight stroll"...Classy name. I like it!"
>Plus it seems a little unoccupied at the moment.
>Well this town is full of Batponies.
>They must sleep during the day or whatever.
>You descend upon the eatery in front of it's glass doors, and go inside.
>Dinga-linga-ling.
>A doorbell.How retro.
>"One minute!"
>You look around for the sound of the voice.
>In the deserted Diner, another new face greets you.
>A batpony naturally.
>A bat pony with the wildest mane style you've ever seen in fact.
>She has a big....Cow lick? Is that what it is? You're too hungry to think right now.
>She smiles at you from behind the counter.
>"I'm Grey Mouse! Sit anywhere you like!"
>You ponder that name, as you decide to sit at the counter.
>She pulls a notepad out with her hoof, and a pencil in her mouth.
>"Sow whath can Ith Geth youth tooth dwink?"

A.) Grey Mouse? But you're not a mouse!

B.) Orange juice please.( make smalltalk after)

C.) Justice! 

D.)Rats blood.
"I'll have a glass of O.J to start off with. You have a menu?"
>Grey Mouse smiles with the pencil in her mouth, and hastily scrawls down your order.
>You'll never understand how ponies have gotten so professional at writing with just their mouths.
>She lays the pencil down on the counter, and flashes impressively sharp teeth.
>"Coming right up!"
>She trots back into the unseen kitchen area, and soon you can hear clanking sounds from within.
>You take this time to look around the joint.
>It's pretty clean actually.
>Now is it clean because of her taking care of it or is it clean because of lack of customers?
>A glass is placed in front of you, filled with orange liquid.
>"There you go! Anything else I can get for you?"
>You take the glass, and sip from it gingerly.
"So uh...am I early? I don't see anyone else around."
>She giggles.
>"Well of course you don't. Most of my regulars are asleep right now! Are you new in town?"
"I am, but I-I don't see how-"
>She puts up a hoof.
>"Now now...no need to explain yourself to me."
>You grumble, still sipping the juice.
>"This is a mostly batpony inhabited town mister. We're kinda nocturnal creatures."
"Yet, you're here in the morning."
>She looks away with an uneasy frown.
>"Well,I have little ones who aren't old enough for Night school and--"
>She shakes her head.
>"What am I yammering on about?! I'm supposed to be serving you! Have you decided what you want to order?"
>You cock an eyebrow.
>What was that about night school? You thought that was like a college thing.
"Just two over easy, and toast will be fine."
>She scribbles your order down using her wings to hold the pencil this time.
>You're not used to seeing the bat wings, but you've seen them before at least, so it's not as surprising this time around.
>"Coming up!"
>She returns to the back again with a beaming grin.
The happiest place for a chef is in the kitchen after all.

>You tap your claw on the counter waiting patiently.
"Never got that menu either..."
>"Who are you talking to?"
>You perk up, and look around.
"Who said that? Hello?"
>"Behind you dope!"
>"Dope! Dope!"
>Two soft, tiny voices address you from behind.
>You wheel around to two twin fillies looking up into your keen eyes.
[observant]
"Oh, uh...hello...You two must be sisters..huh?"
>The one on the left has an incredibly long green mane. It actually touches down to the floor, but only on her right side. 
>"Uh..Duh. We look alike, don't we?"
>"Duuuuuuuh!"
>The one on the right has the same look, but her mane goes down the opposite side, and it's green.
>Like Hearth's warming eve colors.
>You sigh, and turn back around.
>Never been a fan of kids. Especially smart alecky ones.
>The terrible twosome aren't done with you just, as they take seats on both your left, and right sides.
>"Hey, are you a pony?"
>"Pony?"
>You feel them take your wings in their little hooves.
>"You have to be the ugliest pony I've ever seen mister."
>"Butt ugly!"
"Excuse me?"
>"Where are your hooves? What are these little pointy things? They look like corn chips!"
>"I like corn chips~"
"I'm not a pon-"
>"And you have a beak! How do you eat?"
>"Beaky beaky!"
>The green maned one takes your orange juice, and downs it in front of you.
>WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
>"Ahh! That was good!"
>The other one is gnawing on your wing.
"My juice! My wing!"
>Red head grins at you. showing off her tiny little fangs.
>"Bet you can't catch me ugly pony!"
>She boops you on the beak, and leaps off her stool.
>The other one is still chewing on your wing.
>Your eye twitches in growing anger.

A.) Chase that little shit down, and spank her

B.) Call out for the manager/cook

C.)Just go to work. You don't need this

>You tap your claw on the counter waiting patiently.
"Never got that menu either..."
>"Who are you talking to?"
>You perk up, and look around.
"Who said that? Hello?"
>"Behind you dope!"
>"Dope! Dope!"
>Two soft, tiny voices address you from behind.
>You wheel around to two twin fillies looking up into your keen eyes.
[observant]
"Oh, uh...hello...You two must be sisters..huh?"
>The one on the left has an incredibly long green mane. It actually touches down to the floor, but only on her right side. 
>"Uh..Duh. We look alike, don't we?"
>"Duuuuuuuh!"
>The one on the right has the same look, but her mane goes down the opposite side, and it's green.
>Like Hearth's warming eve colors.
>You sigh, and turn back around.
>Never been a fan of kids. Especially smart alecky ones.
>The terrible twosome aren't done with you just, as they take seats on both your left, and right sides.
>"Hey, are you a pony?"
>"Pony?"
>You feel them take your wings in their little hooves.
>"You have to be the ugliest pony I've ever seen mister."
>"Butt ugly!"
"Excuse me?"
>"Where are your hooves? What are these little pointy things? They look like corn chips!"
>"I like corn chips~"
"I'm not a pon-"
>"And you have a beak! How do you eat?"
>"Beaky beaky!"
>The green maned one takes your orange juice, and downs it in front of you.
>WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
>"Ahh! That was good!"
>The other one is gnawing on your wing.
"My juice! My wing!"
>Red head grins at you. showing off her tiny little fangs.
>"Bet you can't catch me ugly pony!"
>She boops you on the beak, and leaps off her stool.
>The other one is still chewing on your wing.
>Your eye twitches in growing anger.

A.) Chase that little shit down, and spank her

B.) Call out for the manager/cook

C.)Just go to work. You don't need this
"Uhm, excuse me? Grey Mice was it?"
>Your voice fails to carry over the sounds of clinging, and sizzling.
>Your wing is still being gnawed on by green, and red is running in circles around you.
>"You can't catch me ugly pony! Neener neener! You can't catch me!"
"GREY MOUSE! HELLOOOOO-"
>You think you actually hear singing coming from the kitchen.
>More gnawing.
>The redhead has latched onto your back, and is climbing all over you.
>"C'mon ugly pony! Are you too fat to run! Chase me!"
>Your eyes turn red, and your mouth scrunches up.
>They're rousing your inner sleeping primal griffin side.
"GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8StqowT8hME
>The two little rugrats freeze up in what they're doing, and immediately get off of you, lining up behind you side by side.
>TFW conqueror's haki
>You look back at them with a heavy scowl.
>They stand wide-eyed, and tight-lipped.
"Both of you shouldn't do what you're doing to strangers!"
>"Y-yes sir.."
>"Sir!"
"I'm not a pony, and I'm not ugly. I'm a griffon! Say it with me! Grif-fon."
>The two little fillies lick their lips.
>"Gwif-fan.."
>"Goph-er."
>Close enough.
>You turn back around to a smiling Grey mouse who is setting your plate down in front of you.
>"What was all that about? I heard your roaring from in the kitchen!"
"Well-"
>You blush a little, unsure of how to explain you were disciplining some little unknown ponies, but it seems you won't have to.
>"Mom! MOOOM! There's a Grip-phan here!"
>"Gopher!"
>Grey smiles to the two of them, flipping her large mane.
>"I-I see you met my little ones...heh heh.."
"These two are yours?"
>The two fillies hug your arms as if you're some rare discovery they found.
>"I don't exactly have a foalsitter s-so..you know how that is.."
"I don't honestly, but I get what you're saying."
>Grey mouse looks away with an embarrassed expression.
>"He roars like a lion! Gwaar!"
>"Roaaar!"
>You lower you eyes, exhausted already from dealing with the little ponies, and undo the napkin around your silverware.
>"He has big wings! Like sooooo big!"
>"Huuuuuge!"
>Grey Mouse laughs at their display of bewilderment.
>You roll your eyes, and start eating.
>Not a lot of time, judging from the clock in the dinner, considering you have to be their at noon.
>Luckily, you have majestic wings to get you there 100x faster.
>You snicker, and keep eating as they go on, and on about you.
>You'd be flattered if they weren't like Three or something.
>"I'm awfully sorry sir. They hang with me until they can go to Night Pre, and bother my customers. Don't be afraid to tell them to stop though."
"Oh, I won't."
>In retrospect, that sounded kinda...jerky.
>Grey doesn't seem to mind however, and starts wiping off the counter near you.
>The twins have gotten silent though.
>Still hanging on your arms, but not as energetic.
>Red puffs her cheeks out looking down, and green just frowns.
>You want to ask what's wrong, but it's best you not get involved.
>You got work soon and you can't play Dr.Fill at this moment for some strangers.
>"Ma..."
>You look down at red hair.
>"Yes Sweetie?"
>You shovel another forkful of eggs into your mouth.
>"Can we keep the Grip-phan?"
>HOLD IT IN HOLD IT IN. DON'T SPITTAKE.
>Grey Mouse blushes, and gasps.
>"No! He's not a pet! You can't-"

A.)Flirt

B.)Play it off as youthful tenacity

C.)Stay quiet
>You chuckle, and give Grey Mouse a semi-suggestive look.
"It's fine! Really! I can tell you want to keep me too."
>"H-huh..? I wa---I--"
>She turns beet red, and hiccups.
>"Why're you so red Ma?"
>"Tomatoooooo-"
>Grey covers her face up, and makes what sounds like a small bat screeching sound on the side.
>"s-screee...."
>You scratch your head, as the two little fillies guffaw.
>"Y-you shouldn't hit on somepony-sc-scree..you just met! Ha-ha..."
>She wipes her face from your view.
"I'm sorry if I upset you! I was just being stupid-"
>"No! No..It's fine...I just haven't been flirted with in so-some time..screee....hahah!"
>Oh. what'ts with the Screeching though?
"A young mare like you? Naaaaah. You just haven't met somepony like me brave enough to make a move is all."
>"O-oh-screeee--y-yeah?"
>She fidgets with her mane, twirling it around her hoof.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
>"I'M FINE!"
>Whoa. That batpony pasta.
>She shoves a hoof into her mouth.
>You can't help but grin.
>As much as you'd like for this moment to last forever, you have to get to work.
>With a quick glance at the clock, you down the embryos of some childless chicken-
>dat grimdark
>And, leave some bits on the counter. You want to count it out, and decide on whether to give her a tip, being the shekel hound you are, but it's go time.
"Thank you for the breakfast, but I have to leave."
>"Awwwww~"
>"Stay! Stay!"
>The fillies tug at you from both sides.
>Grey just fidgets with her mane from behind the counter with a pouty expression.
>"Th-thank you for coming...I hope to see you again.."
>You cock an eye at her.
"YOU hope to see me again? We haven't even been out on a date, and you want to see me again?"
>Smmmmmooooooth.
>"AGH! I mean-UH-SCREEE..I-"
>Her kids start laughing again.
>You can't help but laugh too as you begin to make your way out.
>"U-uhm..Wait!"
>You have your talon on the door handle when you turn to her.
>All slitted eyes are on you.
>"L-Look..uh-"
>She takes out the notepad once more, and writes something down on the pad, before pulling off the paper slip.
>"Say, you're nice and all, and you seem new to town...?"
"Yeaaaaah...?"
>She fidgets around again, as her kids stare in confusion.
>"Maybe when I'm not busy I could show you around town...?"
>She slides the paper across the counter in your direction.
>"AS FRIENDS! You just seem cool, and I don't really know anypony I can hang out with, and you know...new faces...scree..."
>Is she asking you out...?
>You backtrack, and take the paper, much to her embarrassment.
>It's her address.
"Hmm. Tha-thanks! I'll definitely give it some thought!"
>You blush as well, and head outside, taking to the sky.
>You just got asked out.
>Whoa.
>Talbo is pretty pimp!
>Buuuut...a pony with kids...?

A.) Keep the address

B.) Let it goooo~Let it goooooo~

C.) See if the CYOA guy will draw lewd of Grey Mouse at some point if you go
>As you take flight, you fold up the paper, and put it in your "bird pocket"-
>Don't ask where, how or when.
>Just roll with it.
>-and soar towards Crossbones.
>The tavern comes into view shortly after a few scant minutes of flying.
>Outside, you see Mia sweeping the front of the entrance.
>Those cold shivers creep up your spine.
[ ACTION REQUIRED]
A.) Go through the front. Mia is harmless
Mia(++)
B.)Go through the back
Mostyn(++)
C.Wait for Mia to finish, and go back inside.
Musa(++)
"Oh yeah. I'm going through the back. Not dealing with that crap again."
>You barrel roll out of the way, and swoop down to the backdoor like a professional flyer.
>Too bad the Wonderbolts aren't hiring. You got top marks in Flight School.
>You check for any signs of Mia, once you reach the ground, and knock gently on the back door.
"Oh please, be in the kitchen....plllleeeeease."
>Hoofsteps get closer, and closer, until the door opens up slightly.
>Mostyn's beautiful, welcoming visage appears like a beacon within a storm of turmoil, and terror.
>"Kittybuns? What are you doing?"
"Mostyn! Can you let me in? I don't wanna go through the front."
>She looks behind herself.
>"Why? What's going on?"
>You rub your leg/arm.
>Whatever the hell Griffons have.
"I uh--I just don't want to go through the front?"
[bad liar]
>She lowers her eyes in annoyance.
>"Nope."
"No? Why no?!"
>"You don't wanna tell me why, you have to go through the front."
"What? I--"
>Right. You suck at lying.
>And apparently Mostyn can tell when you fib if yesterday is any indication.
"Okay look..I--"
>"Yeeees?"
>You run your talons down your beak.
"Something's going on with me, whenever I'm around Mia, and I don't want to have you be hurt form it. I want to protect you(as a friend)."
>Mostyn's eyes open widely(didn't take it as friendly means).
>"You wanna--WHAT?! Kittybuns you--!"
>Her face turns crimson.
"Uh...Did I say something wrong?"
>"You're a million years too early to be talking to your senpai like that b-baka! GO THROUGH THE FRONT!"
>She slams the door in your face.
>Murmurs of her grumbling can be heard through the thick metal door from where you are.
"B-Blocka...? Like block head? She said that "send pie" thing again too..."
>Well so much for that.
>Looks like you'll have to go through the front after all.
>You gulp nervously, praying to Griffon Jesus, and Griffon Buddha, that Mia is done sweeping, as you make your way to the front end.
>You peer around the corner, and look around.
>The coast seems clear on the front.
>A cart comes down the street, with the pulling stallion tipping his Derby to you.
>You wave back, with an uneasy grin.
>Look at you.
>Creeping, and sneaking like some filthy thief pony or something.
"You got this. Why are you even scared of Mia? you don't know her! She hasn't hurt you or anything!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tx1mryKqvT8
"I'm Talbo! Manly man of the manliest men to even be manly and Men! YEAH! GA-DOOSH!"
>You flesh to yourself.
>"And you're adorable~"
"Adorable man! Super cute!"
>"Heeheehee~ And your wings are nice~"
"TOPWING!"
>Hooves wrap themselves around your neck from behind.
>"And so "shiny"~! My shiny!"
"Like a trophy baby! YEAH! Wait..."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uQ2P0xgenw
>Mia is hovering behind you, nuzzling your cheek affectionately.
>"Are you about to start work Kitty? Musa said you get to work with me today! Isn't that great?"
"SHE DID?!"
>"Mhm! Not with mean old Mossy! But with sweet Mia!"
"Wait! Can I ask her that?!"
>"She's not here today, so Mia is in charge of you~"
>Oh Sh*t.

A.)I don't want to work with you, even if it means my job!

B.) Let's just go, but can we stop with the contact?

C.) What does Mostyn think about this!?
>You move her socked hooves off of you, and frown.
"Look I understand if Musa left you in charge, while she's away. I'm new, and don;t really know the pecking order around here, but can we do this without all the touching?"
>Mia frowns now.
>"You don't want me touching you? But-but-you're so...so...TOUCHABLE!"
"Well keep doing so if you want a sexual harassment charge."
>Mia blushes, and gasps.
>"You want to have...!? We barely know each other kitty!"
"NO. I meant that you--I swear upon Celestia's big white rump.."
>Meanwhile at Canterlot Castle.
>"LUNA! LUUUUUUNA!"
>Princess Celestia frantically scopes herself out in a long mirror, until a groggy Luna pokes her head through the doorway.
>"....WHAT."
>"My cutie mark flashed! Somepony said my butt was big somewhere! I-It's not big....is it?"
>Celestia inspects her hindquarters.
>".....I'm going back to bed."
>Back at Crossbones--
"Look Mia, what you're thinking I'm saying, and what I'm meaning are two different things. Can we just get to work?"
>Mia puts on a simpering smile.
>"So eager, and ready~I like that!"
"Whatever."
>Mia floats her curvaceous body to the door, tickling your chin with her tail.
>"Right this waaaaay~"
>You roll your eyes, and follow along.
>You shouldn't be this mean to somepony you barely know, but she did something to you yesterday, and...well...
"Mia."
>She opens the door for you.
>"Hmm~?"
>You kick at the ground.
"D-did you by any chance come to my house?"
>She tilts her head, and blinks at you.
>"Your house? I don't think so! I was here all night after you left kitty, waiting for you to come back :( "
"...How did you do that at the end of--No. It doesn't matter..you were here all night?"
>She nods, as you enter the tavern,
>"Mostyn came back bragging, and acting like a big jerk too! I want to be invited over, and have fun with you too..."
"Uh...well...who knows? Maybe you can someday?"
>She closes the door behind her, and looks at you with twinkling amber eyes.
"Really? You'd let me come over...?!"
>You rub the back of your plume covered head,
"Sure...I guess. Someday."
>Mia's mouth trembles, and her eyes get teary.
>"You'd really let me come have fun with you...? Nopony invites me over anymore! I was starting to think I was hated everywhere...!"
>She rubs socked hooves over her eyes, with a big smile.
>Now things feel awkward.
"H-hey...stop crying. It's okay. Really. I admit you took me by surprise at first, but I guess we could try to be f-friends.."
>"Oh Kitty...KITTY!"
>Mia throws her legs around your neck, pulling you into a hug.
"TOUCHING! TOUCHING!"
>She doesn't listen, and squeezes you against her cheek.
>Ah, fudge it. She can have this one time.
>"....Am I interrupting something?"
>You strain to turn to the voice, and find Mostyn glaring at the two of you.
>"Mossy! Kitty said I could be his friend, and visit him one day!"
>Mostyn cocks an eyebrow.
>"Well! That's nice. Isn't there some training that should be done?"
>Mostyn 's cheeks are a little red.
>"OH! Right! We have to start training you today! You're gonna be busting tables!"
"I'm not in the kitchen with Mostyn?"
>You look at her, only to get a turn of the head in response from her.
>She must still be mad at you.
>"You're silly kitty! Of course you are! It's part of your job! You're our Dishwasher!"
"Dishwasher?! I gotta wash dishes?!"
>Mia nods, leading you to the back, with Mostyn in tow.
>"After Musa saw what you did to the stove, she wants you as our lead dishwasher! Aren't you excited?"
"Lead Dishwasher? So I'm the head dishwasher?"
>"Uh huh!"
"And who works under me?"
>"You!"
".....So I'm just a normal Dishwasher?"
>"Yup!"
>You facepalm.
"Don't know why I even thought something different."
>"You're silly! That's why I like you!"
>"*snicker*"
>Mostyn hides her laughter, as Mia smiles at you.
>Mostyn stifles her giggles, and adopts a serious expression.
>"You'll also be doing prep for me too, so let's get you learning the menu items."
>You rub your talons together.
>Finally! Some real kitchen work! This is gonna be awesome!
>Mostyn smiles with a curved eyebrow.
>"You look unexpectedly excited about this! Well then you're gonna love this next part kittybuns! You get to try everything on the menu first!"
"Whaaaaaaaa-"
>Mostyn flashes her fangs in a happy smile, while Mia stands to the side pouting.
>"No fair Mossy. I want to flirt with the new guy too..."
>"WE'RE NOT FLIRTING!"
>Mia puffs her cheeks out.
>"You're totally flirting! You're acting like a giddy marefriend about to cook for her man!"
>Mostyn turns completely red in the face.
>"Mia you...We did this for you also!"
>"But, nopony flirted with me!"
>You can't help but blush as well.
"W-we're not flirting Mia..I just like good food.."
>She blows out her lips unconvinced.
>"Pffft. Mossy hates cooking for anypony! She's only smiled for V, and you!"
"O-oh?"
>"Mia! Let's not go there!"
>Mia rolls her eyes.
"So uh...prep work!"
>Mostyn uses her wings to rub her forelegs.
>"M-maybe Mia should teach this.."
>Mia's eyes open wide in shock.
>"Really? I can do it?"
>"I SAID YOU COULD, DIDN'T I? I-I'll just supervise.."
>You just want to try this food.
>Those eggs and toast are already gone, and you're ready for lunch.
"So can I see the menu? What I'm in store for?"
>"Okay! I'll get it!"
>Mia happily gallops off into the main dining room, leaving you with Mostyn in the kitchen.
>She looks away with red cheeks.
"Mostyn..?"
>"....Yeah?"
>You rub the back of your neck.
"Are you okay?"
>"I-I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?! Baka!"
"Bah-ka?"
>She one eighties on you.
>"Stop looking at me like that! Besides, I don't want to get in the way of you, and your new marefriend! I warned you about her, and I find you both hugged up!"
"What? It was just her being her! I wasn't hugging her back!"
>she looks at you over her withers.
>"I didn't see you saying stop!"
"I was! I made it clear no touching before we came in!"
>"OH! WHILE I WAS INSIDE! HOW CONVENIENT!"
>Your eye twitches.
"It's true! Besides it was just a friendly hug! She even explained the purpose behind it!"
>"Yeah! You're letting her come over!"
"SOMEDAY!"
>Mostyn closes the kitchen door, giving you the feeling things are about to get heated.
>"And what day is that? I'm not gonna visit you, if you have that coltfriend stealer around!!"
"I don't know what day it is! I just said someday! I was being nice!"
>"Nice to her? Did everything I say, just go through one end, and out the other?"
>Your eye twitches more.
"I wouldn't have even ran into her if YOU had let me in!"
>"OH SO IT'S MY FAULT?!"
"YES! IT IS!"
>Mostyn's eyes are twitching now.
"It's only my second day, and we're arguing over nothing! All this drama here is nothing! This is nothing! Just because somepony you don't get along with wants to be friends with me? That's stupid! Did you know saying I'd let her over, made her cry?"
>Mostyn listens with a fierce glare.
"I'm trying to wrap my head around what I may have walked into, and end up with more questions than answers! I know you're hiding stuff from me, and I can respect that, but don't expect me to follow orders without some sort of freakin briefing first!"
>You throw your legs into the air to accentuate your point.
>You hear knocking on the door.
>"Uh...the door is locked..I can't get in...."
>You, and Mostyn have a staring contest for a few seconds, before she opens the door, and lets Mia in, who looks between the two of you in confusion.
>"U-uh...is everything alright? I heard yelling..."
>You're so mad right now.
>Who is Mostyn to tell you to not speak to your co-workers? What does she even care?
>Mostyn narrows her eyes.
>"I'm going on break."
>She stomps out of the kitchen, bumping Mia rudely on the way.
>"H-hey! Mossy!"
>Mia stumbles, and falls on her rump, as the back door entrance creaks open and slams loudly.
"Psh...whatever."
>You help Mia up, who rubs her cutie mark, with a small frown.
>"You...you and Mossy had a fight?"
"Uh...something like that.."
>Mia sighs, and sniffles.
>"Was it about me?"
"N-no! Not at all! We were arguing over uh---"
>Your eyes dart around.
"DISHWASHING TECHNIQUES!"
>Mia looks you in the eyes-
[Bad liar]
>-And giggles weakly.
>"You really are a bad liar...heehee..."
"I-I guess so.."
>"Well...let's start."
"Okay."
>Mia's once elated, whimsical personality, is now depressed, and monotone.
>How she can show such a dramatic change, is beyond you, but maybe learning about how to make this stuff, and eating it will get things back on track?
>"First, we'll need some ingredients."
>She looks a little discolored. Like grey almost.
>Her cutie mark also has changed.
>Instead of the once spiking line through her heart, it's just straight.
>Maybe you should talk to her.

A.) How are you holding up?

B.) So you and Mostyn have a history..

C.) Remain silent.

D.) Console Mia
"So you, and Mostyn have a history huh?"
>Mia's ear flicker a little as the two of you gather various vegetables from the pantry.
>"We do...kinda.."
>Mia sighs, trotting back to the counter with an assortment of things gathered in her agile wings.
>You do the same, wondering if you should press on with this line of questioning.
>What do you have to lose?
"So...it's not a very good one I'm guessing...?"
>She sniffles, laying another pile of veggies down.
>"Are we friends?"
"I'm sorry?"
>She wipes her plump cheeks with socked hooves, and looks you in the eyes.
>"Are we friends?"
"Yeah. We are!"
>She lowers her head, and sits down wiping tearing eyes.
>You place a hand on her withers.
>"Mossy, and me..we used to be good friends..really good! Then that new pony came, and it was the three of us all working together, and being friends! It was great!"
>This story is sounding familiar.
"So what happened?"
>Mia teeters side to side.
>"Well...the new pony started following me around a lot...it got really scary, when he followed me home one night! So I..I did something bad."
"What was that?"
>She looks to the ground away from your gaze.
"Mia. What happened?"
>"Mia was being a fake friend!"
>You cock an eye.
"I don't quite understand what you mean...care to elaborate?"
>She nods repeatedly, looking ashamed of herself.
>"I was really scared of him..he was really..mean when he was unhappy, and I thought that he would hurt me if I made him sad...so I let him hang around me.."
>You stand there starting to piece some things together.
>"But then one night, my head started hurting so much...Like somepony was trying to get out of my brain!"
>She clutches her head.
>"I was with him one night, and he was sad, and mean, and I--!"
>She looks at you with pleading amber eyes.
>"I did something else bad..."
>You gulp.
>It's too far in to go back now.
"Wh-what did you do?"
>Mia's lips tremble.
>"Mia has...a condition. It happens at night, and--"
>She grits her teeth and turns away.
>"N-no..! I can't tell you! If I do-"
>She pushes your talons off her.
>"If I tell you, you'll hate me too like Mossy!"
>Mia begins to weep softly to herself.
>Oh boy.
>Now what?
>There's this huge secret that you're being kept out of, but maybe it's better that way? You don't know Mia, and Mostyn well enough to get in the middle of something like this after all.

(Anons decide what to do)