- (I will be looking at this tomorrow, I probably made 2, maybe 3 thousand misakes?)
- >Walking through the Ponyville market.
- >Way too many eyes on you. But that’s okay, you’re not supposed to be on this world.
- >That still doesn’t make you feel better.
- >You feel like one pair of… familiar eyes are fixated on your back.
- >You pray it isn’t Applejack.
- >You pick up your pace a bit, this shit is getting spooky.
- >You eventually reach Fluttyshy’s little cottage, unable to shake the supposed follower.
- >Knock knock
- >…
- >Knock knock knock…
- >You guess Fluttershy isn’t home.
- >”Hello there, sugarcube.”
- >Oh no, oh god no.
- >The door opens; a Yellow Pegasas pokes her head out.
- >”Oh hello, Applejack. I thought it was the hu-“ She notices you. “AAAH!”
- >The door slams shut and you can hear multiple locking mechanisms.
- WAIT FLUTTERSHY HELP!
- >”Aww, poor Anon. Don’ worry, ah’m still yer friend.”
- >Applejack slowly advances.
- >”Applejack… what are you doing?”
- >Fluttershy is at the window, watching you.
- >”Oh, uh, I was jus’ droppin’ by ta’ say ‘Howdy’ an’ I came across Anon here-“
- Bullshit, you followed me here. I knew someone was watching me.
- >”Hun, I knew you were headin’ this way but I didn’ follow ya’.”
- >”Yeah! That was me!” A voice comes from the bush.
- >A pink pony jumps out and begins to hop in place.
- >You remember this one, she made a lot of commotion when you entered town for the first time. Tons of confetti and sugary goods.
- … You’re Pinkie Pie, right?
- >”Oh, hello Pinkie Pie…” Fluttershy says from the window.
- >”Pinkie.” Applejack is obviously upset.
- Pinkie Pie, why were you following me?
- >She just stared at you with a blank expression.
- >”Hey! I hear you’re getting a new house! We should throw a house warming party!”
- >She ignored the question.
- Maybe some other time, Fluttershy was supposed to tell me where it is. She’s afraid of me and refuses to come out.
- >”Nooo problem, Anon!”
- >She zips back into the bush
- >Seconds later, Fluttershy’s door opens and Pinkie Pie is dragging her out. Wait what the fuck, how did that happen?
- >”No no no please don’t let me near the human!”
- >A lot of ponies have avoided you but you don’t think any have really been very scared. This kind of hurt.
- Fluttershy, I’m not going to hurt you.
- >A large envelope is thrown at your chest.
- >”Just take it and go!”
- >Fluttershy dashes back into her house, relocking the door.
- >Now you’re stuck out here with two ponies.
- >Pinkie Pie, who has quite possibly the most innocent look on her face but you still have no idea why she followed you.
- >And Applejack, the pony who tried to rape you 20 minutes ago.
- >Your jimmies would be rustled if it weren’t for these HIGH QUALITY BOXER BRIEFS THAT HUG YOUR GROIN EVER SO SNUGGLY.
- >Still, you don’t like this.
- >”Aren’t you gonna open it, Anon?!”
- Oh, right.
- >You open the envelope. Inside is a map, two sets of keys, and a note from Princess Celestia.
- >”Ooooooh! Read it read it read it read it.”
- Okay I will, sh-
- >”Read it read it read it read it read it read it.”
- Pinkie Pie!
- >Applejack shoves a hoof into Pinkie’s side; she isn’t in a very good mood it seems.
- Ahem, Dear An-
- >”Did the letter say, ‘Ahem’ or was-“
- Pinkie Pie, oh my fucking god, let me read it.
- >She puts on a huge smile, “Okie Dokie Loki!”
- Ahem, Dear Anon. Your arrival was unexpected from both you and all of us in Equestria, blahblahblah, unicorns made you a house, hope you enjoy your stay. From your biggest fan, P. C.
- >”I don’t think that’s what was on the letter, Anon.”
- Of course not, look at this thing. It’s soooooooooo long. I just want to go home and sleep.
- >Applejack snorts, “Pinkie Pie says she’s gonna throw you a party, yer getting’ a party, Anon.”
- Fine, but can it wait until tomorrow?
- >”Hmmm…” Pinkie Pie puts a hoof to her chin, “Maybe?”
- >That’ll have to do.
- >You unfold the map, it’s a map of Ponyville and the surrounding areas. Evertree Forest, The School, Foggy Bottom Bog, and other places.
- >A big X mark lays between Ponyville and Sweet Apple Acres.
- >Applejack notices this and begins to chuckle to herself.
- What’s so funny?
- >”Don’ worry, cutie.” You really don’t want her to call you that, “I’ll tell ya when we get ta’ yer new home.”
- >Hmm… Applejack. Sweet Apple Acres. There may be a connection but it seems unlikely.

