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# Breakfast - The climate climax

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1. >You are Shimmer Light.
2. >... Each day is worse than the last.
3. >Hexferry has been able to successfully invade your life, though you show no signs of it.
4. >There are three times she attempts to ruin you: while you're walking to the market, while you're in the market, and while you're walking back from the market.
5. >Luckily, she hasn't done more than one of those in the same day.
6. >Unfortunately, she has done one of them every single day since you left the hospital.
7. >She always tries to make small talk.
8. >Because you care about anything she has to say.
9. >Brilliant logic.
10. >You do your best to tune her out, but she's always so close, it's difficult to think of anything else.
11. >Every word she says is filth in your eyes, but she doesn't stop speaking.
12. >She won't stop until she wins, you know that from experience.
13. >"Golden Corral said Sepia is better now, but..."
14. >This time, she's decided to pester you on your way home.
15. >You've had to draw more often; drawing helps calm you down.
16. >... Unfortunately, your crayons help been taking many casualties.
17. >Your blues and greens are easily your most used colors, so they wear down fast.
18. >... If you don't break them due to stress.
19. >She really is getting under your skin.
20. >"... And we'll check on them again tomorrow. Meisa said Sepia's on her way to recovery."
21. >... Sometimes, you can drown her out.
22. >... Drown her...
23. >"I've never seen the flu do that to someone. That still bugs me."
24. >Someone was sick or something.
25. >Cool.
26. >You care so much about poor... Masa, or something.
27. >You're sure, if you cared about anyone beside yourself, you'd care about the things Hexferry was talking about.
28. >Unfortunately for her, you simply don't care.
29. >"Miss Hexferry!"
30. >Great.
31. >The orange filly runs up to Hexferry, eager to indirectly be with you.
32. >She only approaches you when Hexferry is around, and she doesn't show up nearly as often as Hexferry.
33. >She's just extra, occasional salt on the wounds Hexferry opens.
35. >"Hey, Poppy."
36. >They've become closer due to their shared drive to make you miserable.
37. >"Miss Butterscotch said it'll get really cold tonight..."
38. >Your visions blurs a little.
39. >You can still hear their voices, but you can't understand them. They sound distant.
40. >... Cold...
41. >You're already wearing two jackets, a hat, a scarf, two pairs of pants and a sock on each hoof; it's going to get worse?
42. >You hate Autumn.
43. >More, though, is your hate of Winter.
44. >Darkness, snow, wind...
45. >Cold...
46. >An orange blur dashes ahead of you.
47. >The world still exists, you forgot for a bit.
48. >That blur becomes the orange filly, who turns back and waves to you and Hexferry.
49. >"Goodbye, Miss Hexferry."
50. >"Have a nice night, Poppy."
51. >The filly looks at you for a moment, then turns and rushes away.
52. >She still doesn't have the nerve to acknowledge you.
53. >Good, no one should ever acknowledge you.
54. >That doesn't stop the annoyance next to you.
55. >The mentioned annoyance sighs listlessly.
56. >"She's a good kid. She's interested in you, you know."
57. >Obviously.
58. >No one can say anything you care about and don't already know.
59. >Hexferry just failed in both categories.
60. >... You really wish you never had to leave your beautiful home.
61. >Everything was fine before this fly started darting around you.
62. >Why can't she bug someone else? You have a life.
63. >She should stop trying to convert you; you're path is already set in stone.
64. >You care for no one besides yourself, your heart doesn't have room for anyone else.
65. >... Your heart loves too much already. After all, you love beauty, cleanliness, baths, shampoo, conditioner, hot water, heat, fire, the sun, crayons... and yourself.
66. >Life with only the necessities would be perfect.
67. >Instead...
68. >... Your house is in view.
69. >"Well, that was fun."
70. >As fun as that joke was funny.
71. >Not at all.
72. >She veers off to her own home.
73. >"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
74. >You just continue to your sanctuary.
75. >"Good night, Shimmer."
76. >...
77. >Hate is too weak of a word.

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>You are Shimmer Light. >... Each day is worse than the last. >Hexferry has been able to successfully invade your life, though you show no signs of it. >There are three times she attempts to ruin you: while you're walking to the market, while you're in the market, and while you're walking back from the market. >Luckily, she hasn't done more than one of those in the same day. >Unfortunately, she has done one of them every single day since you left the hospital. >She always tries to make small talk. >Because you care about anything she has to say. >Brilliant logic. >You do your best to tune her out, but she's always so close, it's difficult to think of anything else. >Every word she says is filth in your eyes, but she doesn't stop speaking. >She won't stop until she wins, you know that from experience. >"Golden Corral said Sepia is better now, but..." >This time, she's decided to pester you on your way home. >You've had to draw more often; drawing helps calm you down. >... Unfortunately, your crayons help been taking many casualties. >Your blues and greens are easily your most used colors, so they wear down fast. >... If you don't break them due to stress. >She really is getting under your skin. >"... And we'll check on them again tomorrow. Meisa said Sepia's on her way to recovery." >... Sometimes, you can drown her out. >... Drown her... >"I've never seen the flu do that to someone. That still bugs me." >Someone was sick or something. >Cool. >You care so much about poor... Masa, or something. >You're sure, if you cared about anyone beside yourself, you'd care about the things Hexferry was talking about. >Unfortunately for her, you simply don't care. >"Miss Hexferry!" >Great. >The orange filly runs up to Hexferry, eager to indirectly be with you. >She only approaches you when Hexferry is around, and she doesn't show up nearly as often as Hexferry. >She's just extra, occasional salt on the wounds Hexferry opens. >"Hey, Poppy." >They've become closer due to their shared drive to make you miserable. >"Miss Butterscotch said it'll get really cold tonight..." >Your visions blurs a little. >You can still hear their voices, but you can't understand them. They sound distant. >... Cold... >You're already wearing two jackets, a hat, a scarf, two pairs of pants and a sock on each hoof; it's going to get worse? >You hate Autumn. >More, though, is your hate of Winter. >Darkness, snow, wind... >Cold... >An orange blur dashes ahead of you. >The world still exists, you forgot for a bit. >That blur becomes the orange filly, who turns back and waves to you and Hexferry. >"Goodbye, Miss Hexferry." >"Have a nice night, Poppy." >The filly looks at you for a moment, then turns and rushes away. >She still doesn't have the nerve to acknowledge you. >Good, no one should ever acknowledge you. >That doesn't stop the annoyance next to you. >The mentioned annoyance sighs listlessly. >"She's a good kid. She's interested in you, you know." >Obviously. >No one can say anything you care about and don't already know. >Hexferry just failed in both categories. >... You really wish you never had to leave your beautiful home. >Everything was fine before this fly started darting around you. >Why can't she bug someone else? You have a life. >She should stop trying to convert you; you're path is already set in stone. >You care for no one besides yourself, your heart doesn't have room for anyone else. >... Your heart loves too much already. After all, you love beauty, cleanliness, baths, shampoo, conditioner, hot water, heat, fire, the sun, crayons... and yourself. >Life with only the necessities would be perfect. >Instead... >... Your house is in view. >"Well, that was fun." >As fun as that joke was funny. >Not at all. >She veers off to her own home. >"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" >You just continue to your sanctuary. >"Good night, Shimmer." >... >Hate is too weak of a word.