>You are Anon
>Your once peaceful rest has been disturbed by the small pink batling now attached to your neck
>Pierced flesh or not it fucking hurts
>A fact that is hardly helped by her continued attempts only trying your patience further
>Waiting a few moments you hope she will have the common sense to stop
>Well that didn’t work
>Lifting your arms up you gently dislodge the bat foal
>She gives little in the way of resistance, instead flopping in defeat
>Its pathetically adorable in a way
“More blood for me I guess, hey Heartbeat?”
>You tease
>It does little to improve her mood, as you sit her down in your lap
>Her wings are frayed open, hanging limply over her
>”It’s not fair”
>She sulks into your lap, kicking out softly at random intervals
>You are unsure how to comfort a bat pony in this situation
>I’m sorry you don’t suck sounds like a pretty poor attempt at cheering her up
>It makes you snicker lightly anyway
>You are becoming one with the freaking bat puns
>Fuck
>You make note to scold yourself later but it won’t help your current predicament 
>Your hand finds a resting place on her head, scruffing up her mane lightly and trailing up her small fluffed ears
>The foal stayed quiet but she tilted her head along with the motion all the same
>Your mind wanders to the shattered cup, its remnants still in disarray across the floor telling the tragic tale of a cup of tea that once was
>You should probably see to that	
“How about some mango tea?”
>Her flickering emerald eyes drop to the chaos of the floor, tracing over the remains
>Oh god, you don’t want her sulking more
>This is getting unbearable as is
“Don’t worry, that tea was pretty shitty anyway”
>It was a lie
>That tea was amazing 
>And you will live a hollow existence in its memory
>A mourning service should be arranged
>The foals hops of your lap, spreading her little pink wings slowing her decent to the floor
>Really unnecessary given the height of the couch but whatever. 
>Pushing off the couch as she hurriedly ducks out the way, you make your way to the kitchen and started setting up the kettle. 
>You half ignore the scurry across the kitchen floor as your new found shadow reattaches itself
>Careful not to trip on her as you make your way around the too small kitchen
>Everything is too small with these ponies
>A small voice pipes up catching your attention, 
>”Sorry Mister Anon, my fangs are not so good yet..They are getting sharper every day though!”
>As if to confirm this fact she flashed her small fangs, still rather intimidating despite their small size
>”But..that doesn’t help much now”
>Her cheerful tone drops once more
>The realization of her current situation stealing her smile once more
“Well, what do you usually do for blood?”
>You question her, trying to keep her distracted 
>Her presence in your kitchen let alone life proving to be more and more of a hindrance
>The soft fluffy ears that adorned her head perked at the question
>”I have some….bags of blood at home, but I can’t open them. I tried, I really did!”
>She seemed rather confident in her attempts, though the way she drew out bags did leave you worried
>Where the hell do you get bags of blood anyway
“You know, I could open one for you?”
>I pointed out the obvious awaiting some divine reason why this was unviable
>None came
>Her eyes widened in excitement as she began hopping on the spot in excitement
>“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” 
>She squeaked chittering happily out of some form of batty habit
>Jumping forward, she rears up on her back legs and cuddles your jeans
>Nuzzling against your head, she is so tiny and adorable
>You fight the urge to pick her up and cuddle her
>Getting between a bat pony and its food seemed like a bad idea in any case
>Her affection shown she rushed out the kitchen, skirting across the lounge room floor before bolting out the front door
>You drum your fingers on the cold bench top, pondering if you should of asked the location of her storage 
>In a matter of minutes you heard the uneven hoof falls of your new found companion approaching
>Feeling rather thankful  the front door was left open, least she of run right through the fucking thing in her haste
>Running around the corner, the first thing you took notice of was she was dressed head to hoof in black, a full body costume covering most of the foals body, her small wings protruding from small slits in the side
>A backpack is straddled between her wings, bulging with what you can assume is her dinner to be
>You open your mouth but words seem to fail you 
>“It’s my Ninja suit!”
She hurridly answers the unasked question 
>”So I can sneak through town and nopony can see me! Nope!”
>You severely doubt that suit would offer any cover of visibility
>In fact she would stick out like a sore thumb wearing the damn thing in public
>But who the hell are you to question the ninja bat pony way 
>You bend down and help her remove the bulging back pack, pulling forth its contents
>A sealed medical pouch of blood with the words “Ponyville Hospital” proudly brandishing the side
>You couldn’t hide a slight snicker as you made note of a number of small indents across the bag
>Bite marks
>She did try after all though you think it better to ask how she acquired said blood
>Pulling a knife from the kitchen draw, you make a small incision in the top of the bag. 
>Wincing slightly as you pour some of its contents into a small glass for the eagerly waiting Heartbeat
>You really hoped the scent wouldn’t attract the rest of Hollow Shades residence into the small house
>The foal fell on her back happily, sprawled out on the kitchen floor taking more space than a creature of that size should occupy
>She lapped up the blood in something that could only be described as an unholy fusion between terrifying and adorable
>You would work out which later
>Weren’t you supposed to be making mango tea or something?
>Fuck