- >Day Unease In Ponyville
- >Today has been nerve-wracking.
- >Some creature known only as “The Destroyer” has been terrorizing Ponyville.
- >The bad news was it was a pony.
- >The good news is that it meant that you were not a suspect.
- >The terrible part was no one knew who the pony in question was.
- >There were never any good eyewitness accounts, and those that might have been helpful,
- >well, they soon ended up a victim.
- >Nowhere felt safe.
- >Some of your pony friends have fallen victim already.
- >You've traveled from group to group, joining groups as well as forming them.
- >You also lost members, and would leave the groups you made or joined
- >Everyone did the same as well, it wasn't safe to stay in one place for too long
- >it was also advised to not get attached to other ponies, less you lose them and then your will.
- >Dread fills you, never knowing when it will be time to run, or even if it will be too late.
- >There is no way to be sure.
- >You awake in a cold sweat.
- >Rubbing your face, the nap doing more bad then good.
- >Exiting your hiding place, its time to move on.
- >Splashing cold water on your face from a nearby river, you realize just how terrible you look
- >feeling just as terrible too. You got no rest.
- >You had mostly run out of supplies, there is not much left.
- >Consuming a meager meal of coffee and a slice of bread, you plan.
- >You mentally map out where the least number of attacks have occurred, and make a route.
- >You were however, beginning to lose the ability to care, too many of the ones you knew fell.
- >After finishing your meal, you put on the jacket you were using as a pillow.
- >Welp, time to make your rounds, hopefully your chosen route will be safe enough.
- >You have a mental list of who was in the nearby area, you were planning on taking a pony with you.
- >This can't help but remind you of those you lost, and it makes you wince.
- >It became a bit customary for the ponies to trade supplies with each other, in return for some company and knowledge.
- >Today you're going to meet Daisy, you just hope she had not left yet.
- >She liked coffee, you were hoping she would accept the rest of yours and travel with you.
- >Destination: the Crusader's clubhouse.
- >You shed a single tear, they traveled with you at some point, and you took good care of them.
- >But at some point, it was time to split ways, they left to join a different group.
- >You never saw them again, ponies you spoke with afterwards didn't know of their fate.
- >You turn a corner around SugerCube.
- >There we go, there is her hiding spot.
- >Before you can even knock, you hear a feminine voice yelling
- >”THE HORROR!, THE HORROR!”
- >It was followed by a large thud.
- >You wasted no time and just kicked the door open.
- >N-no...
- >Feelings of dread and despair fill your chest and mind.
- >The scene before you is catastrophic.
- > Broken chairs, couch ripped to pieces, broken vases with dirt and flowers scattered.
- >Signs of a struggle if you'd ever seen them.
- >And in the middle of the room, was Daisy...
- >she was laying on her back, eyes wide, breathing erratic and hard
- >Eyes wide just staring at the ceiling
- >You step over to her
- >Her breathing increases as she notices you, but calms a bit as she realizes who it is.
- >You whisper to her:
- “Daisy...I...”
- >Taking off your jacket, you place it on her
- >You kneel beside her and she turns her head to you slightly
- >Cupping her head with you hand, the other begins to rub her chest to help calm her.
- “I was too late...”
- >You can't fight back the tears that flow on your face.
- >Daisy the flower pony begins to also shed tears, and turns to weakly nuzzle your knee.
- >She closes her eyes and stops shivering, breathing slows.
- >This...this is not the first time you came across a victim.
- >It is however, the first time you arrive just as it happened.
- >Looking around, you don't see any other living beings.
- >You brush her mane with your hands, anger beginning to boil within you
- >Whats the fucking point anymore? You can't save these ponies, and they definitely can't save you.
- >Daisy was to travel with you, to be safe.There was safety in numbers.
- >But now? Fuck that
- >It made you feel like your own end was nearing.
- >This was too much stress, you were breaking.
- >You no longer wanted to take a part of this, you were fed up with this game.
- >Letting your face fall near Daisy, you whisper some last words for her
- “Forgive me Daisy, I can't stay here. If only I had more time, if only I was faster...”
- “at least now you can rest Daisy. Know that I loved you.”
- >You cough, trying to restrain yourself from sobbing.
- >Standing, you decide to leave the jacket with her, your body becoming numb to the cool air.
- >You take one last look at Daisy, she didn't deserve this.
- >This would be the last time you probably see her.
- >You try to remember her features. The colors of her coat and mane, her blushing face.
- >* SLAM*
- >You whip around, fear taking control of your previous anger
- >clop, clop, clop...
- >...its near
- >The fear has gripped your heart, you lose your hardened resolve but move towards the sound anyways
- >It had come from the kitchen, and as you enter you see the door to the backyard open
- >Exiting the house in an almost mindless manner, you struggle to remind yourself to run.
- >Looking around for anything, you trip over and fall into a small ditch
- >a ditch meant for flowers, but as your heartbeat increases, it feels more like your grave
- >before you can even move to get out, a four-legged figure stands over you
- >blocking what little moonlight there is, you are unable to see who they are.
- >That is until you notice something
- >This pony is wearing a red ribbon on its mane
- > the mark of The Destroyer
- >Your compromised situation has completely leveled whatever defenses you had, like a wrecking ball would a wall
- >You stare up, frozen in fear, as your eyes adjust to the change of light
- >desperation takes over. It speaks in a quiet, and soft manner, almost tauntingly so.
- >”My, Anon. I didn't think I would find you here.”
- >That voice...it, it can't be.
- “Fl-fluttershy?”
- >”You mean you didn't know mister?”
- >This was...she is
- >If Fluttershy had caused so much fear and damage, this kind and caring mare
- >What hope would Ponyville have if it had been anyone else?
- >She repositions herself so that you will be unable to move past her without touching her.
- >”Y-you know Anon, you had been very sneaky. I'm glad I finally got you mister, it will make things a lot easier now.”
- “You won't get away with this Fluttershy! There are other ponies still, they'll-
- >Detecting your false bravado, she interrupts you
- >”What will they do mister? It's not like they can undo, this!”
- >She raises one of her front hooves,
- >And everything slows.
- >There is nothing you can do, but watch, eyes wide, as it travels to you.
- >Its too late, far too late for now. You held on longer than any pony thought you could.
- >But all good things must come to an end.
- >Your hoof is now inches away from your face.
- >it will take a second and its all over. you close your eyes.
- >Something bumps your nose.
- >”Boop!”
- >You open your eyes.
- >She has sat down next to the ditch you're in, and is clapping her hooves
- >She utters the softest ~yay~ you think you've ever heard.
- >She turns around and pulls out a pencil and notepad from out of no where.
- >”Anon, check.”
- >”Thank you for suggesting this Anon!”
- >”This has been the day I've had in a while!”
- >”I just need 5 more ponies, and then I'll win!” She squeaks.
- >”Until next time mister, take care now.”
- >She begins to walk away, but you can still hear her.
- >”Who knew playing Hide and Seek with the whole town would be this great?”
- >Today was a defeated day.
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