Title:           Insecure Derpy 3 (WIP 10-12-14)
Author:          SneakyOfficial
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First Edit:      Sunday 12th of October 2014 02:48:34 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 12th of October 2014 02:48:34 AM CDT

 “Is that him?”
 
 “It’s him, isn’t it?”
 
 These are the kinds of comments that cause you to take a glance back, even if they’re not directed towards you. Still, you have the right to be suspicious when three mares simultaneously look away as soon as you see them. All three look faintly familiar, but you definitely know one of them. The blonde one. She takes a peek at you from the corner of her eye, but that eye quickly darts back to her giggling friends as soon as she realizes she’s been caught.
 
 Alright. You really don’t know what’s up, but you don’t enjoy the thought that someone’s watching you. You walk off briskly down the market street, hoping to find another stall selling grape soda.
 
 “Hey! Hey, you!”
 
 Without even looking, you can already match the voice to one of two faces. Not knowing exactly what to expect, you turn around to face the source of the mysterious voice.
 
 Before you stands a unicorn. Everything about her seems to be purple—purple mane and tail, purple coat, purple eyes, and—no, wait. Three blue diamonds for a cutie mark.
 
 All purpleness with a touch of blue aside, she’s rather pretty—at least by pony standards, you’re guessing. You detect a spark of intelligence in those restless, searching eyes of hers, something that you never see enough in humans or ponies alike. Her mane is nothing special, as she wears it in a style that’s rather common here in Ponyville. Nevertheless, it suits her quite well.
 
 It takes her but a moment to size you up, before that wandering eye finally locks with your gaze. Her lips curve up into a smile, but instead of the genuine, good-natured smiles you get from most folk in Ponyville, this one makes you uneasy.
 
 “Hey there,” she greets, ignoring all etiquette to jump straight to her point, “have you met my friend Ditzy?”
 
 You take a look at the group of three minus one off in the distance and instantly locate the topic of conversation. Her wings serve to cover up a blush that stains her cheeks.
 
 You bring your gaze back down on the pony directly in front of you. “Well, I don’t think I’ve met you.”
 
 She makes a small gesture to herself, dipping her head in a way that you assume is supposed to be similar to bowing. “My name is Amethyst Star. Over there is my ‘sister’ Carrot Top, and I know that you already met Derpy.”
 
 By the end of Amethyst’s introduction, Carrot Top and Derpy approach, the latter somewhat reluctantly and the former seemingly pulling her along. The two eager-beavers exchange looks, then nod to each other. All the while, Derpy looks worriedly between the two.
 
 The orange-haired pony grins. “So, Mister Anonymous, I think Derpy here has something she’d like to ask you.” She glances at Amethyst, who nods her approval. “Anyway, we’ll leave you two alone for this.”
 
 Carrot and Amethyst smile at each other and quickly trot off, chattering and giggling amongst themselves as their voices fade away.
 
 Leaving a very embarrassed and nervous-looking Derpy in front of you.