"Don't Ever Change (Anon X Chrysalis) Intro"
By lulzies (https://pastebin.com/u/lulzies)

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Created on: Wednesday 13th of June 2012 02:31:19 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 09:12:37 AM UTC


>A decrepit, insect-like hoof runs through your cold breastplate.
>Then, a soft feminine hand.
>”You know, I made a filly laugh today.” She whispers.
>She enjoyed your company, and came to visit you every day.
>You lay there silently, listening.
>”It felt great; the ponies are really warming up to me.”
>She sighs, and looks to you.
>The tree behind the two of you shadows and protects the two from the sunlight.
>”I wish you could see it.”
>She sighs again, and reminisces.

>You feel the cold ground and mud welcome you.
>The rain isn’t very helpful either.
>You turn and face the stallion.
>”Please, my mother is-“
>”No money, no medicine!” He shouts at you, and slams the door.
>You slowly get to your feet,
>Tears fill your eyes.
>You clutch onto your cloak tight, but it is already soaked.
>You begin a slow walk home.
>Then you cough.
>And again.
>And again.
>You cover your mouth in the flurry of coughs, as the ponies avoid you.
>You feel something on your hand, and you examine it.
>The green goo.
>No, this is too soon.
>Doctor said you had at least a week.
>At least that’s what mom said.
>You quicken your tiny pace, walking through the cold alleys of Canterlot.
>Then you hear it.
>”Look at this thing, what do you think it is?”
>”No idea, but this is hideous!”
>”Look at that leg! The holes!”
>The two voices laugh.
>”Leave me alone!” A small voice whines.
>From the sounds of it, it is a girl.
>A young girl, just like you.
>Except she’s a girl.
>Out of curiosity, you follow the voices.
>”Come on now, you freak, we just want to break your wings.”
>”Do you think it even bends?”
>You poke your head through the corner.
>There were two big stallions, cornering a small filly.
>No wait, that’s not a filly.
>It had jet black ‘skin’ which reminded you of beetles.
>It had seaweed-like mane, with a sickly teal color.
>It had a horn, which was bent and crooked out of proportions.
>The filly also had insect-like wings, which was green as well.
>A ring of sea green carapace ran through its abdomen.
>What was that?
>The stallions were closing on her fast.
>Her deep green eyes glazed, as her tears joined the rain.
>She then sees you.
>Her eyes beg for help.
>Mom always said, help out the weak.

>”Hey!” You shout. “Pick on somebody your own size!”
>The two, large, hulking stallions turn to you.
>They laugh.
>”A human child? What are you going to do, whine at us?”
>One of them comes up and pushes you to the ground.
>You cough and the green goo comes out again.
>The stallions go silent.
>”It’s the Green Plague! Run!” 
>The two quickly dart away.
>Darn, you wished they didn’t know.
>You go to the filly, and cover her with your own cloak.
>The rain is now chilling you to the bone.
>”Hey, you alright?” You ask.
>She looks to you with admiration, then disgust.
>”Are you going to call me a freak too?”
>”I thought you were going to call me that.” You smile.
>”Yeah, you’re a disgusting human.”
>You frown.
>”That’s not very nice.”
>”Yeah, well I don’t need nice.”
>She shrugs off your cloak and makes her way.
>Then she falls to the ground, shivering.
>You rush to her immediately, and hold her up.
>”Leave… Me… Alone…”
>”No, you need help; we need to help the weak, my mom always said!”
>She grits her teeth.
>”I’m not weak!”
>Then she falls to the ground again.
>”So hungry…” She mutters.
>You hold her up.
>Fillies were pretty light.
>”Come on, my home isn’t far away, I’ll get you help!”
>She doesn’t respond.
>You wrap your cloak over her, and start running.
>She needed help.

>A weak, brittle woman, moves several flasks of unknown chemicals.
>She lays it down next to a pony, who is having a coughing fit.
>”Here, this will help.” She passes him a flask.
>The pony immediately takes it, and gulps the mixture down.
>”T-thank you.” He whispers, before setting into his bed.
>She smiles weakly, and turns to a horde of other sickly ponies.
>She starts keeping them in track mentally, counting each to the flasks.
>Damn, she’s short by five again.
>She gently passes the mixtures to the one with the worse cough.
>Anon better have the shipments again.
>She then coughs once.
>And then again and again.
>Shit, not now.
>You push your way through the door, holding the filly.
>”Mom!” You shout.
>She turns to you with her tired glance.
>She smiles, and slowly eyes your package.
>”You got the medicines, Anon?”
>You shake your wet head.
>”Then what is that?” She hopefully points to the package.
>”It’s er- a filly.”
>”Another one, Anon? Bring her here.”
>You shuffle over and place the wrappings on the table.
>You gently open it, revealing the filly to mom.
>Mom freaks out and gasps.
>”Oh my, I never thought- what is this?”
>”It’s a-“
>The filly groans.
>”Mom, do you have anything to eat?” You turn to your mother, still frozen.
>”She’s hungry.”
>Your mother slowly nods and heads into the kitchen.
>You look around the cramped house.
>At least a dozen and a half ponies were in here.

>”Are you alright, Mr. Jenkins?” You turn to the elderly donkey.
>He gives you a weak smile.
>”Yes, thanks to you and your blessed mother.”
>You nod and turn to the filly again.
>”So, do you like eggs or bread?”
>She groans.
>”No, not that…”
>”I need feelings, emotions.”
>You pause.
>What?
>”What?”
>”Show me- love.”
>You freeze.
>What the heck should you do?
>You shutter and glance around nervously.
>What should you do?
>It was like that entry exam all over again.
>You dropped out later, anyway.
>”Come… on…”
>She’s getting weaker, you just know it.
>You lift your hand and move away the wet strands of her mane.
>You quickly lean in and give her a peck on the cheek.
>You can feel your cheeks burning up.
>She’s blushing as well.
>You didn’t know bugs could blush.
>The light in her eyes return, and she turns to you.
>”Better.” She says, and her horn glows.
>She squints her eyes, and gets to her hooves.
>She sets herself down on the table again.
>Mom comes out with a small loaf of bread.
>”It’s not much, but I hope it’s enough.” She hands the bread to the filly.
>”No mom, she’s fine now, she eats-“
>You are stopped by the cold stare from the filly.
>”Hm, Anon?”
>You turn to the filly again.
>She shakes her head.
>”Nothing.”
>The filly takes the bread and chews on it, nibbling her way through.
>Mom goes over to take care of the other ponies.
>She took in all that she could.
>The plague really hit the poor section of the town really hard.
>Before you knew it, ponies were dying in the streets.
>Many sections got quarantined.
>They had the cure for it, but it was too expensive.
>Only the rich could afford it, while the disease spread like wildfire.
>The filly comes up to you and nudges you in the arm.
>You turn to face the filly, shyly looking down, rubbing one of her forelegs.
>”Hey… I just wanted to say-“
>She makes eye contact for a second, and then looks down again.
>”Thanks.”
>”No problem!” You respond, holding up your hand.
>”I’m Anon, you?”
>She slowly reaches your hand, and inserts it between your fingers.
>You can feel the holes on her leg, and the sleek surface of her skin.
>She then slowly lifts it, and then gently lets it fall a little.
>You grab tight and shake the hoof.
>She is still looking away, and you just smile at her.
>”I’m…”
>You raise a brow, and stare silently.
>”Chrysalis.”
>”Chrysalis?”
>”Yeah.”
>”Well, it’s good to meet you, Chrysalis, May I call you Chrys?”
>”No pony ever said they were glad to meet me…”
>”Well.” You give a playful smile.
>You lean closer.
>”Just like what my mom always says; I’m not a pony.”
>You shoot another smile, and put your hands to your hips.
>”Good to see you have a soft side, Chrysalis.”
>She perks up, and punches you in the arm.
>The insect leg hits like a brick.
>You recoil, and rub your arm.
>She smiles in victory, and goes over to her corner.
>You look over to your new friend.
>Yeah, friend sounds nice.