((You are Cydia))
 
>That ride
>That was so fun
>Like nothing you have ever experienced
>You stay hidden under the glovebox
>You feel a cramp starting in your neck
>This was a bad position to hide in
>It wouldn't hurt to just lay in the seat for a little bit
>You have no idea how long Anon is going to take
>You pop back into the seat and take a look out the window briefly
>Not a very nice neighbourhood
>Colourful in character and originality, but grey and disdainful in scenery and inhabitants
>An unsavoury man walks up to the car
>You squeak and pull back from the window
>He stares at you, and smiles a rather cryptic half-toothless smile
>You have no idea what to do at this moment
>He can't do anything to you through the window right?
>You whip out your long tongue and lick the window
>The man makes a disturbed sound and walks away from the car
>Anon comes out of the restaurant with a bag of food
>He sees you
>He glares
>Anon puts the food in the back of the car and gets in the car
>"Cydia, I told you to hide under there, I can't take you anywhere anymore."
>You couldn't help but whimper and cry at him
"But Anon... My neck started to hurt!"
>"Cydia, I haven't even known you for a day and I am letting you tons of stuff with me."
>You stare at him
>"I don't why you're here or how you even got here, but I know that I will care for you, but you gotta listen to me."
"I'm so sorry Anon..."
>This feeling, what is it
>It's not sadness you are feeling
>You climb on Anon and lean in to kiss him
>You barely touch him and you feel a hand shove you hard back into the passenger seat
>You've done it now...
>What is wrong with you
>He's just a friendly guy helping you
>You stare at him again, this time in shock, and regret
>He starts the car and cruises home
>No music, no speaking
>When you arrive, he still doesn't say a word
>You trail him into the house
"Anon, I'm sorry"
>"Cydia, when I was a little kid, my parents always told me to let bugs go."
>The words cut like a knife
>What have you done...
>"For a different reason, mind you, but I don't want to let something as unique as you go."
>You tremble as he drops the food on the table and walks towards you
>He reaches out his hand
>It's over, you blew it, he's tossing you out
>The hand reaches under your neck and... starts giving you a gentle scratch?
>You're confused, but you feel yourself relax again
>He cracks a small smile
>"I'm not letting you go, okay? Just, no more of that. You scared me."
>Scared him? He's afraid of a little love?
>No, you aren't going to question it
>You're lucky the ice you broke froze over as fast as it did
>Anon guides you to the table and shows you the food he bought
>You move your antennae all over the bag and containers
>The Chinese food smelled amazing
 
((You are Anon))
 
>Why not just look past it as a mistake?
>It never happened and you two never need to worry again
>It's time to eat anyway
>Mostly everything you got was vegetarian
>She eats a mix of moth food and pony food
>It shouldn't be hard caring for her knowing this
>After about an hour of 'fine dining' and watching TV...
>"Anon! I- It's getting dark!"
"Okay? what do you need me to do?"
>"I'm sorry Anon, I'm going to change."
"Oh right... that."
>"I'll be back to moth pony by sunrise, alright Anon?"
"O-Okay."
>"Keep me somewhere safe."
"Alright..."
>"Please don't accidentally squish me." She said with a whimper
"Don't worry Cydia, I'll make sure your a hundred percent safe."
>You hug her to calm her down
>Her breaths quickened
>"I'll talk to you soon, Anon." She said sadly
>She quivered and with a poof of dust, in your hand now was moth about the size of a lemon
>You watched as the last bit of sun disappeared over the skyscrapers and mountains of Vancouver
>She sat in your hand patiently, wings slightly twitching
>You walk into your room
>She takes off and lands on a pillow on your bed
>She pushes her wings in and sits stationary
>You go to wash up and come back to find her still there
>You can't tell if she is asleep
>She's a moth
>You crawl into bed and lay next to her
"Well, goodnight Cydia. I don't know if you can hear me right now but... I think I can truly call you a good friend now. So uh, yeah, goodnight."
>And with that, you shut your eyes and drift to sleep, anticipating and hoping that she'll be in moth pony form soon