Title:           I don't want to be bad
Author:          Amm_
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First Edit:      Tuesday 1st of September 2015 03:38:40 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 17th of December 2015 03:38:16 PM CDT

>Mommy is sleeping.
>It's good that mommy is sleeping, it means she can't get mad at you.
>And if she can't get mad she doesn't have to discipline you.
>But it's not bad, she only gets mad when you mess up.
>But you mess up a lot.
>You're never fast enough.
>Or smart enough.
>So very clumsy with your tiny hooves.
 
>Mommy is good, so she only gets mad when you're bad.
>Sometimes you'll look up from reading and see her.
>She's angry at you.
>You don't know what you did.
>But you must have been bad.
 
>Sometimes when you turn around you'll see mommy staring at you with tears in her eyes.
>When she notices you looking she always leaves the room.
>You made Mommy cry.
>It makes you feel terrible.
>Making Mommy sad is worse than making Mommy mad.
>It means you hurt Mommy, and that's the worst bad of all.
>But Mommy won't punish you for it.
>You've found a way to punish yourself.
 
>You landed wrong again.
>It hurt a lot.
>You stand unsteadily and begin going back up the stairs.
>You need to learn how to stop being bad.
>You don't want Mommy to be sad.
>Why can't you stop being bad?
 
>Mommy left.
>You don't know where.
>But she'll be back.
>You made her sad again yesterday.
>You broke a plate.
>Again.
>At first she was mad.
>But then she stopped.
>And just stared at you.
>You saw tears in her eyes before she turned around and left the room.
>You were bad.
 
>You're at the top of the stairs.
>Frowning.
>You weren't falling right.
>You kept catching yourself.
>It wasn't punishment if you weren't punished.
>You take a deep breath.
>You'll learn your lesson this time.
>You'll stop being bad.
>You turn as you fall.
 
>You wake up.
>You're on the floor.
>Everything hurts.
>You try to move but nothing works right.
>It just makes it hurt worse.
>Your mouth tastes bad.
>Maybe you should just rest here.
 
>You hear a door open.
>You try to get up, but give up quickly.
>"Hello! Greenie dear? Twilight asked me to check in on you"
>You weren't greeting a guest.
>You were being bad again.
>You hear hoofsteps get closer.
>"Greenie? Hello... oh Celestia!"
>You try to respond but only a gurgle comes out.
>You feel the pinprick of magic all over your body.
>As soon as you're moved everything becomes pain.
 
-----
 
>Rarity sat next to a bed in Ponyville Hospital, crocheting a little hat.
>It was the perfect shade of green to match little Greenie's coat.
>She was worried that Greenie hadn't woken up yet, but the doctors said she was going to be fine.
>She was thankful she had been able to get Greenie to the hospital in time.
>Finding her like she did... well, it was just good she was able to get help in time.
 
>Movement from the bed caught her eye
>Greenie was sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
>Rarity almost squealed in delight.
>"Are you feeling alright dear?"
>The little filly mumbled something and looked around at the room in confusion.
>"You're in the hospital dear. You had a bad fall."
>Rarity stood up and smiled, setting her crocheting down.
 
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>Nonono
>You looked around rapidly.
"I shouldn't be here."
>Miss Rarity is getting closer.
>"What do you mea-"
"This is bad"
>You didn't get permission to leave home.
"I'm being bad"
>How long were you gone?
"Nonono"
"This is wrong"
>How long had you been bad?
"Mommy will be mad"
>"I'm sure Twilight will unders-"
"I'm going to get punished."
>You push back up against the headboard.
>Your breaths aren't come fast enough.
>You aren't getting enough air.
>Everything is wrong.
>Mommy will be mad.
 
>A warmth presses against the side of your body.
>"It's alright dear, I'll explain everything to Twilight and it will be just fine"
>"Now, what ever do you mean by punished?"
>She didn't understand
>She was going to keep you here.
>She was going to keep you being bad.
"I don't want to be bad!"
>You struggle to get out of her hug.
>"Green please calm down!"
>A bite convinces her to let go.
>You jump off the bed and run through the door, dodging between orderlies and carts.
 
>"Come on, it's time to go"
>"But what if she comes back?"
>"Then we'll find her tomorrow. You've been up since yesterday, let others search."
>"... I suppose... I can't believe Tw..."
>You listened intently as their voices faded.
>You didn't greet guests again.
>But they wanted to take you away.
>And you weren't allowed to leave without permission.
>You were being bad again.
 
>You stand up and limp out of your hiding spot.
>Why wasn't Mommy back?
>It had been two days
>She had never been gone that long.
>Is it because you were bad?
>You punished yourself several times.
>But it wasn't enough.
>Mommy still wasn't back.
>You weren't good enough.
>You need to be better.
 
>You're at the top of the stairs.
>Frowning.
>You had been bad.
>Worse than ever before.
>That's why Mommy wasn't here.
>It was your fault.
>You turn and limp down the hallway.
 
>You loved the balcony.
>Though you were never allowed on it.
>The sky always looked pretty from it.
>There was always a nice breeze.
>Too nice for a bad filly.
>But it was necessary.
 
>You push a stool outside.
>You're careful not to scuff the floor.
>You hop up gingerly and look out, smiling.
>It was obvious now why Mommy hadn't come back.
>You had been very bad.
>But kept using the same punishment as always.
>You just weren't doing good enough.
>But you'd do good enough now.
>You'd make Mommy happy.
>You hear a shout but you ignore it.
>You were going to stop being bad.
>You throw yourself forward.