Cydia Pt.7

((You are Cydia))

 

>That ride

>That was so fun

>Like nothing you have ever experienced

>You stay hidden under the glovebox

>You feel a cramp starting in your neck

>This was a bad position to hide in

>It wouldn't hurt to just lay in the seat for a little bit

>You have no idea how long Anon is going to take

>You pop back into the seat and take a look out the window briefly

>Not a very nice neighbourhood

>Colourful in character and originality, but grey and disdainful in scenery and inhabitants

>An unsavoury man walks up to the car

>You squeak and pull back from the window

>He stares at you, and smiles a rather cryptic half-toothless smile

>You have no idea what to do at this moment

>He can't do anything to you through the window right?

>You whip out your long tongue and lick the window

>The man makes a disturbed sound and walks away from the car

>Anon comes out of the restaurant with a bag of food

>He sees you

>He glares

>Anon puts the food in the back of the car and gets in the car

>"Cydia, I told you to hide under there, I can't take you anywhere anymore."

>You couldn't help but whimper and cry at him

"But Anon... My neck started to hurt!"

>"Cydia, I haven't even known you for a day and I am letting you tons of stuff with me."

>You stare at him

>"I don't why you're here or how you even got here, but I know that I will care for you, but you gotta listen to me."

"I'm so sorry Anon..."

>This feeling, what is it

>It's not sadness you are feeling

>You climb on Anon and lean in to kiss him

>You barely touch him and you feel a hand shove you hard back into the passenger seat

>You've done it now...

>What is wrong with you

>He's just a friendly guy helping you

>You stare at him again, this time in shock, and regret

>He starts the car and cruises home

>No music, no speaking

>When you arrive, he still doesn't say a word

>You trail him into the house

"Anon, I'm sorry"

>"Cydia, when I was a little kid, my parents always told me to let bugs go."

>The words cut like a knife

>What have you done...

>"For a different reason, mind you, but I don't want to let something as unique as you go."

>You tremble as he drops the food on the table and walks towards you

>He reaches out his hand

>It's over, you blew it, he's tossing you out

>The hand reaches under your neck and... starts giving you a gentle scratch?

>You're confused, but you feel yourself relax again

>He cracks a small smile

>"I'm not letting you go, okay? Just, no more of that. You scared me."

>Scared him? He's afraid of a little love?

>No, you aren't going to question it

>You're lucky the ice you broke froze over as fast as it did

>Anon guides you to the table and shows you the food he bought

>You move your antennae all over the bag and containers

>The Chinese food smelled amazing

 

((You are Anon))

 

>Why not just look past it as a mistake?

>It never happened and you two never need to worry again

>It's time to eat anyway

>Mostly everything you got was vegetarian

>She eats a mix of moth food and pony food

>It shouldn't be hard caring for her knowing this

>After about an hour of 'fine dining' and watching TV...

>"Anon! I- It's getting dark!"

"Okay? what do you need me to do?"

>"I'm sorry Anon, I'm going to change."

"Oh right... that."

>"I'll be back to moth pony by sunrise, alright Anon?"

"O-Okay."

>"Keep me somewhere safe."

"Alright..."

>"Please don't accidentally squish me." She said with a whimper

"Don't worry Cydia, I'll make sure your a hundred percent safe."

>You hug her to calm her down

>Her breaths quickened

>"I'll talk to you soon, Anon." She said sadly

>She quivered and with a poof of dust, in your hand now was moth about the size of a lemon

>You watched as the last bit of sun disappeared over the skyscrapers and mountains of Vancouver

>She sat in your hand patiently, wings slightly twitching

>You walk into your room

>She takes off and lands on a pillow on your bed

>She pushes her wings in and sits stationary

>You go to wash up and come back to find her still there

>You can't tell if she is asleep

>She's a moth

>You crawl into bed and lay next to her

"Well, goodnight Cydia. I don't know if you can hear me right now but... I think I can truly call you a good friend now. So uh, yeah, goodnight."

>And with that, you shut your eyes and drift to sleep, anticipating and hoping that she'll be in moth pony form soon