""hEp ME""
By fluffstory (https://pastebin.com/u/fluffstory)

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Created on: Sunday 17th of November 2019 10:04:27 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Friday 30 of October 2020 11:23:24 AM UTC


Anonymous 01/31/12(Tue)23:03 No.33840120 / Anonymous 01/31/12(Tue)23:52 No.33842015 / Anonymous 02/01/12(Wed)00:07 No.33842539 | /mlp/
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>your fluffy pony loves to draw
>you knew she was special when you saw her fluffy mark - a large crayon
>you still smile when you remember how she lit up the day you got her those crayons
>every day she spends hours making picture after picture
>she concentrates so hard when she thinks you're not looking - it's absolutely adorable
>usually they're just random squiggles or blobs, and a lot of them look the same to you, but she works so hard to make them, and she's always so happy when you say how much you like them
>one night, you find fluffy pony in the living room
>she fell asleep while drawing again
>gently pick her up and put her in her bed, trying not to wake her
>on your way to your room, you see the picture she was drawing
>big squiggles in lots of colors
>that's funny - if you turn your head just right... they almost look like letters.
>h3q...ME?
>you shrug and go to hang it up on her "picture wall" with the others
>glance over them, and realize a lot of them have the same shapes.
>her coordination isn't the best - they're all different sizes, colors and configurations but always the same shapes.
>Eh3dM
>3EydE
>h33EP
>Strange - you never noticed this before.
>look at one she made almost a month ago
>You thought she was drawing you and her when you went to the park last month
>look closer
>"hEp ME"

>it suddenly hits you
>"Help Me"
>she's been doing this for months, and you've been walking past them, thinking they were tables or birds or trees
>but why?
>why would she do this?
>the next day, you watch fluffy pony drawing
>when she finishes, she takes it in her mouth and trots over to you, all smiles
>"I dwoo yu a piktur!" she says in her half-formed babytalk
>now that you know what to look for, you see it again; "help me."
>look down at fluffy pony, jittering in place as she waits for you to say something, smiling adoringly up at you
>force yourself to smile and say it's beautiful
>she looks so happy, dancing in place with a "yay" that used to melt your heart, before trotting along behind you as you go to hang it up, humming happily
>that night you make fluffy pony's favorite food for her dinner
>tell her it's because she's been such a good pony and you love her so much
>she gasps with joy when she sees it, happily tucking in.
>"Yummy! Tank 'oo!"
>you don't tell her how many sleeping pills you ground into it - she doesn't have to know that

>soon it starts to kick in, and she starts to feel woozy
>set her on your lap, petting her fluffy head as she starts to drift away
>murmur comfortingly to her, tell her to get some sleep now - everything will be all right.
>fluffy pony doesn't hear you
>she babbles quietly as her eyes close
>tell her you love her and you're sorry
>before she stops breathing, you swear you hear her say "...wub 'oo too... tank 'oo..."
>she smiles a little as she stops breathing
>you hold her fluffy little body close to you, and cry