>You have been hanging on the outskirts of this equine town for a month now, making your home in a cave within the forest.
>None of the ponies ever see you up close, but they catch glimpses.
>And as word spreads of you, it gets warped into rumors and speculation.
>They believe you to be a monster, one who will strike if given the chance.
>Let them believe what they want, you care not.
>Makes it easier to sneak food, as they wont try to seek you out for punishment should they spot you.
>You hear something outside.
>You glimpse out, and in horror you try to flee.
>A mob of ponies, carrying torches and various makeshift weapondry has come to vanquish the 'creature'.
>All of them are shouting profanities at you as they give chase.
>You run and run, not stopping to look back.
>It's hopeless you realize, they have the advantage of speed.
>You change your course, knowing the end is near for you.
>You've long accepted death since comming here, it's much more hostile than home in this forest.
>And you dared not to enter the town during day for fear of torture.
>Why you held on to life this long, you don't know.
>The mob closes in behind you, wanting to make you suffer.
>You don't blame them, your kind would have done the same.
>You reach your destination, and leap off the cliff face into the raging waters below.
>Perhaps you will drown.
>Maybe you will die in the rapids.
>Quite possibly you will die from the force of hitting the surface.
>But maybe, just maybe, your story has yet to end.
 
>Slowly, you wake.
>You appear to be on the bed of a river, lying on moist sand.
>You don't know how you got there, but you do know your head hurts like a bitch.
>First things first, get dry.
>That's what you're suppose to do... right?
>You strip off your wet clothing, and start grabbing wood for a fire.
>Putting it into a pile on the dry sand further away from the water, you grab your pants off the ground and search your pockets for a...
>What is it you're suppose to use?
>Damn it, you should know this.
>You give up, instead resorting to rubbing sticks together.
>That's how you do it, right?
>You try for what feels like hours, until your hands are blistered to hell.
>Damn it, why won't this work?
>Are you doing it wrong?
>You feel like you should know this...
>You glance at the sun.
>It will soon set.
>You grab your clothing off the ground and climb into a tree.
>Forest floors are suppose to be dangerous at night, right?
>You nestle yourself between two branches, hopefully not where you can fall out in the middle of the night.
>You close your eyes and wait for sleep.
>Hopefully this mental fog will disappear in the morning.
>Hopefully.
 
>You wake up, the foliage of the tree shading your eyes from the sun.
>It's brighter here, you remember that.
>But why it is you don't know.
>You grab your clothing, and feel for moisture.
>It's still very moist, so you sling it over your shoulder instead.
>You put on your... boots? and hop down.
>Feeling hunger begin to set in, you go off in any one direction searching for something to eat.
>What do you eat anyways?
>Bugs seems like a feasible answer, so you start searching for them.
>Eventually, you find a bunch of little black and yellow ones, buzzing around a round thing hanging from a tree.
>You see them going in and out of it, so you rip a chunk off.
>Suddenly, the yellow and black bugs start attacking you.
>You run, fleeing back to the river.
>They follow you still so you hop in, not entirely knowing why.
>It seems to work, and they leave.
>You climb back to shore, examining your prize.
>Looks kind of strange, but it smells nice.
>You take a bite, and its very... sweet? is that the word?
>But its food you guess, a bit chewy though.
>Some of the black and yellow bugs are stuck to it, they taste bad.
>You pluck them off, and continue eating.
 
>You almost finish the thing, when you vomit.
>Must not be edible.
>Even though it taste good.
>You wipe the vomit from your lips, and get searching again.
>You make your way back through the forest, and come across a tree with red circles hanging from it.
>Apples.
>You remember, they're called apples.
>A few are hanging low enough to pick off.
>You grab them, and sniff.
>Doesn't smell like food, but why does your mouth water when you think of eating it.
>You take a bite...
>And its, what's the word, delicious?
>You grab as many as you can carry, and start heading off.
>You thought about using your pockets on your bottom clothing piece to carry them, but noticed you lost them when you dived in the river.
>All you have left are your boots, and the apples.
>Oh well, you don't even remember why you needed them.
>Wait... You needed them?
 
>Continuing onward, you find the trees are getting farther apart.
>This means the edge of the forest you think.
>You aren't sure about much lately it seems.
>At least you can be sure your name is...
>Oh fuck's sake...
>Wait, what is that?
>Its a big... open area...
>Does it have a name?
>Across it is more apple trees, a lot of them.
>You don't need apples, you still have some.
>You make note of where it is though, hoping you don't forget it like the other stuff.
>Kind of scares you, you don't even know what you don't know anymore.
>You're getting pretty thirsty though, and decide to look for water.
>Maybe you should have stayed with that river.
>Looking around, you see a tree with holes in it, and a very small river with a weirdly shaped rock over it.
>Actually, that rock would be good for crossing.
>You decide to head over to it.
 
>As you near the stream, you see little thingies swiming in the water.
>How do they breath under it?
>Maybe they're just holding their breaths.
>You bend down, and start to drink.
>You drink as much as you can in one go, only tearing yourself away to breath.
>"Eep!"
>What was that?
>You look up to see a yellow...
>Is that a bird?
>She's looking at you, just... staring.
>And you are afraid for some reason.
>Very afraid.
>"Now looks here! You've been very bad Mr. Monster!"
>"Going around, trying to steal from ponies and eat them!"
>"What do you have to say for yourself Mr.?!"
>You try to answer, opening your mouth to speak.
>But instead begin to cry, too confused at your own situation and unnaturally afraid of her stare.
"I-i, didn't t-try to eat any ponies!"
>"O-oh my... umm..."
 
>"W-what do you mean you never tried to eat ponies!"
>"I-i didn't!"
>You remember that you've never eaten anything called a 'pony', it seems to be a sure thing.
>"Well, you still stole from ponies!"
>You don't remember whether you did that or not.
"I-i didn't do that e-either! I think..."
>"Well... u-um, what do you mean?"
>You feel more at ease now, that terrifying gaze left her, you think it's a her, face.
"I... I don't remember much..."
>A look of worry shoots across her face now, and genuine... concern?
>You think that's the word.
>Why would this thing be concerned about you? She just through you ate ponies, whatever those are.
>"W-well... umm..."
>What's going on with her, she acted like she was about to cut your head off one moment, now she's acting like she wants to flee.
>"C-come inside... I guess... you know... if that's alright with -squeak-."
 
>You follow her inside the house, watching to make sure she doesn't try anything.
>It's probably a trap or something, she's probably some sort of predator you can't remember.
>Its a nice little lair of death though, there are cute little animals of doom running around, and some nice furniture of slaying.
>"U-um... you sh-should probably -squeak-."
"What was that?"
>"You should... -squeak-"
"I'm sorry, what?"
>"-squeak-"
>Damn it.
>She seems to be motioning towards her ... that's a couch... right?
>You take a seat.
>The couch(?) breaks underneath you.
>It is a trap!
>You scream, and make to run out the door.
>Your head smashes into the door ...frame?
>You black out.
 
>You wake up some time later.
>Wait, you wake up! that means your, what's the word, alive!
>Maybe she wasn't going to eat you.
>You try to get up, but a hoof holds you down.
>"Oh you poor thing, you need to sit still so I can look at those head injuries."
>Injuries?
>That means multiple, right?
>"How did you get this one on the side? You hit your head on the front."
"I... don't know?"
>"Well, um... what do you know?"
"I woke up on the river... bank? That's the side of a river, right?"
>"Mhmm."
"I woke up on the river bank, lost my clothing, and came here after being attacked by little black and yellow bugs."
>"I'm going to need more information than that."
"I-i don't have any more."
 
>"What do you mean? What happened before that."
"I-I don't know?"
>"Oh you poor critter!"
>Is that your name, critter?
>Probably not.
>She wraps her legs around you and pulls you into a...
>You can't remember that word.
>"You must have amnesia! Maybe Twilight would know a spell to fix it!"
"Who is she?"
>"One of my friends who lives in Ponyville."
>Ville... that means a town right?
"NO!... I mean, no, please 'dont..."
>You don't know why, but something scares you about the town.
>"I'm sure she can help you though."
"Just, please... no..."
 
>She sighs, and mutters something about 'Iron will.'
>"Look, I'm SURE she can help, I'm going to go get her."
"But-"
>"No buts mister, I'm going!"
>She fly's out the window.
>This is bad.
>Really bad.
>And you don't even know why.
>You get up off the couch, and grab the table blanket thing.
>You decide to use it to carry your apples instead of covering up, and leap out the window.
>You run back off towards the forest, making sure not to be seen by the yellow and pink thing.
>As you pass, the oddly large amount of animals make way for you, parting like the...
>That one thing, with the book, and the old guy, and the red water.
>Oh forget it.
>Wait, you already have!
>Fucking 'amnesia'.
 
>You re-enter the forest and run.
>You don't know where you are going, but any place but the town.
>Just not the town.
>The ground is getting softer here, and you begin to have trouble walking.
>Each step you take is more difficult than the last, and eventually you are unable to move.
"H-Help!"
>Nothing.
"Somebody! Please help!"
>This time, you hear a low growl.
>That cant be good.
>You look around for the source, and see...something...
>It looks like a wooden sculpture of a dog, with glowing eyes.
>It takes a step towards you, and you begin to freak out.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Someone please help me!!"
>"You need not fear my friend, I will help put your trouble to an end!"
>Fuck yes!
>You look for whoever responded.
>Some... hooded horse...
>And it also has glowing eyes.
>Your probably screwed.