>It's night
>You're sleeping, dreaming whatever it is you dream
>Something about janitorial duties and porn, or some bullshit
>Suddenly, you feel something heavy land on your chest, rousing you from your sleep
>"Anon, it's 8 in the morning. Time to get up."
>Dammit, it's Echo, doing her wake up routine
>Next comes the-
>"And I just want to SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING~"
>Yeah, that
>It's going to be a long morning, you can tell
"Please, don't sing."
>She looks offended
>Well, at least she isn't singing
>"Do you not like my singing?"
"Don't take it personally, I just find clicking to be slightly less than musical, the same way you hate when I play the high E string on my guitar."
>She cringes
>"Point taken. Anyway, what's for breakfast?"
"Breakfast? No breakfast, work."
>She frowns
>"But you just woke up! Are you sure you're not hungry?"
"No, but one of us has to work. And no, you can't come."
>"Fine. I'll be in the attic, sleeping."
"You do that."
>You leave for a rather uneventful day at work
>Hopefully this time, you won't come home to find animal blood on the floor again
>Unfortunately, your fears were confirmed, and that's exactly what happened
>Every day with these ponies, it never ends
>Fucking bat ponies
