>You are Anonymous.
>And you are bored, and hungry if you think about it.
>You may as well go and make yourself a sandwich...
>Folding the page of the book you recently borrowed from Twilight's library, you place it to the side and rise out of your chair.
>Walking out of the living room, you move into the kitchen and grab the necessary components for the said sandwich.
>Bread, margarine and some delicious ham.
>Ponies may not like meat, but it doesn't mean you can't buy it off of the griffin vendor on the edge of town.
>He has some good quality meats...
>You quickly put together a lovely ham sandwich and open up the utensil drawer for a butter knife, only to find none, just normal knives.
>With a reluctant sigh you grab one of the said knives and slide it across to the bread, placing it's sharp edge down on it.
>Placing the tips of your fingers on the flat of the knife, you slowly start to sli-
>"Hey Anon! What are ya doing?"
>You jump at Echo suddenly entering the kitchen and the knife slides from out from between the bread and along your fingers, slicing a deepish cut along your hand.
>Blood starts to leak from the wound, which quickly catches Echo's attention.
>She bounds over to the wound and stares down at it, watching as every little drop slides out from the wound.
>"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you cut yourself!"
"Before you ask, yes you can. And it's fine, but try not to scare me the next time..."
>The bat pony lets out a happy squee and lowers her muzzle to the wound and starts to lick away the blood, her tongue feeling strange upon your bear flesh.
>It's like a carpet dragging across your skin, almost.
>You simply let her lick it all up while you watch in almost disgusted fascination, different questions crossing your mind while you watch.
>How can creatures such as her drink blood for sustination? Or why do they need it so much, or perhap-
>Before you can do anything, Echo digs her fangs into your hand and starts to suck the blood from it.
"Echo, stop. Get your fangs out of my hand."
>She doesn't respond, but instead seems to speed up sucking the lifeblood from you.
>You panic and grip her head, trying to pull her out of you.
>But she's locked them in, however she does that.
>The room around you start to spin, and you have to use your other hand to support yourself on the counter before you fall over.
"Echo, this isn't funny... I'm starting to get dizzy..."
>You weakly pull your hand away in an attempt to try yourself from death via bat pony.
>Before you can get very far Echo grips your hand with her fore legs and drags you back, her strength beyond you.
>The world around you is spinning so much you can't hold yourself up, you can only drop onto your knees, your heartbeat the only thing you can hear.
>The edges of your vision begin to darken, a telltale sign of death's jaws closing in.
"Echo, please..."
>Your vision blacks out and collapse down to the floor with a thud, gone for the world.


>You are Echo.
>And you have just snapped out of your little blood frenzy.
>Anon is on the floor, unconscious because of... You.
>You drank from him to the point that he's out cold and the chances are that he could die if you don't get help.
>But first of all you release his hand and jump down to his knocked out form, rolling him onto his back.
>You place a hand on his chest, here you think his heart is, and feel for a heartbeat.
>You get one, but it's very faint and is jumpy.
"Oh my, what have I done, what have I done?"
>Glancing at his hand, what little blood there is left is very slowly leaking out, teasing you.
>You would, but... Anon is your friend, your only friend in Ponyville.
>You rush out of the kitchen and up to the front door, ripping it open with a newfound vigour.
>Upon getting outside, you rush through the town for any pony to call for help.
>After a few minutes of running around, you find a single pony wandering through the streets quietly, a purple mare a near black mane and two shades of her coat's colour going through it.
>The horn on her head also signifies that she's a unicorn.
>Wait, isn't she that... Twilight Sparkle pony?
>Eh, it doesn't matter right now.
"Miss, I need your help right now!" You exclaim and rush over.
>When the unicorn catches sight of you, her eyes visibly widen, but she doesn't make any move to run or attack.
>"Y-Yes, what is it?"
"My friend has lost a lot of blood, and I need help to get him to the hospital! Please!" You beg, staring at her.
>Quickly, the mare nods to you.
>"Lead the way, I'll help you. Quickly!"
>Nodding, you rush off in the direction of your shared flat. You hope he isn't...
>No, don't think about it. Only get there and help him...


>Once again, you are Anonymous.
>And your head is aching like fucking mad.
"Jesus christ..."
>You raise a hand to your head and hold it, groaning gently at the pain from it.
>"Anon, you're awake!" A voice from your side yells and leaps at you, wrapping their forelegs around your neck.
>Glancing down, you see Echo hugging you tightly, her head buried into your chest.
"Wha... What happened?"
>Sitting up, you note that you're in a... Hospital room?
>"Y-you don't remember...?"
>Suddenly you hear her sniff and you can feel a wetness on your chest, indicating that she's crying.
>Echo... Crying?
"Echo, is it something serious? Please, tell me."
>After a while of sniffing and sobbing into your dingy clothes, she talks.
>"Y-You cut yourself and said I could lick up the blood, s-so I did, but then I got greedy and bit you, and sucked your blood to the point that went unconscious..."
>You stare down at Echo, your mind suddenly racing.
>She... She almost drank you to death?
>"I know you won't forgive me for this, Anon, but I'm so, so sorry..."
>A full torrent of tears roll from Echo, which adds sadness to the emotional confusion you're feeling right now.
>Okay, so...
>She almost drank you to the point where you could of died.
>She was stupidly greedy and should of stopped when you told her too.
>But you can't just go and shout at her for it...
>She's your best friend in Ponyville, nevermind the fact that she's probably the only pony that considers you a "friend".
>Ugh, so much conflict.
>But none the less...
"Echo, I need to listen to me."
>Your voice is gentle, just to help get your point across.
"What you did was very stupid and could of got me killed, and you were greedy. You should of stopped when I said so."
>Echo has quietened down and is listening to your word, though there's the occassional sniffle.
"But I forgive you for what you did. I don't know if it's that I'm a bit retarded after waking up for however long I've been out..."
>"Three days."
>Three days? Holy shit...
"I accept your apology. Just stop crying, please, for christ's sake..."
>Upon hearing a giggle from Echo, you can't help but d'aww and hug the pony tightly.
>"Hey, Anon...?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I, uh, drink fro-"
"No. You nearly drunk me dry a few days ago."
>"Pleaaaaaase?"
>God damn it, Echo...