AiE – Erenehylitornos (Still untitled)        Part Cuatro
 
 
 
> You ended up staying the night at Rarity's place.
> She gave you a few mattresses to go and you slept downstairs in some unused workroom.
> What exactly was she trying to accomplish with you staying here?
> Sure she was the Element of Generosity and Celestia had assured them that you were not a dangerous and evil demon.
> Maybe you were overthinking this.
> You cover your jimmies and decide to go and just outright ask her.
> She was already up and working.
> ”Good morning Anon. Did you sleep well?”
> ”Yes. Thanks for allowing me to stay.”
> Nicely folded set of garments floats up to you.
> ”Try these on and tell me what you think.”
> You hop behind one of those movable screens.
 
> Alright, let's see what we have.
> You have your basic t-shirt, plain white.
> Just like you requested.
> Next in line is your pants.
> The pantlegs are too short and there are no pockets.
> You sort of forgot to mention how crucial pockets were for you.
> You zip back to Rarity.
> While explaining you motion her how long the legs should be and why you need pockets.
> ”This will do just fine. Just a few pointers for the next time.”
> Your chit-chat goes on for good time until you remember what you had in mind.
 
> You sit there awkwardly, observing your surroundings.
> ”So uh... this might be a bit too personal question from someone you've known for one day..”
> She stops and turns around.
> ”What is it Anon?”
> You sigh. Here goes nothing.
> ”Is there something worrying you?”
> She looks surprised.
> ”I guess what I'm trying to ask you is why did you offer me a place to stay?”
> ”I mean you are the Element of Generosity and all that, but it still strikes me abit odd.”
> Her horn glows and you see a roll of fabric glide through the room.
> ”I guess I owe you an explanation.”
> A pair of scissors float up and cut the cloth in a clean sweep.
> ”I think there is a thief in Ponyville.”
> ”During the night I've heard someone sneaking around the house for several moments.”
 
> She frowns.
> ”I haven't actually seen anyp0ny out there, but I feel unease being alone.”
> ”Surely the girls would help me find out, but I just need to be certain before bothering them.”
> ”I stayed at Twilight's place in hopes of provoking the thief, but no luck it seems.”
> You get slightly frustrated.
> How can she be so... ignorant?
> ”Rarity, there is no luck in getting robbed. And trust your friends, there is no way they think you are bothering them.”
> ”Look, I'll stay here until this is resolved so you don't have to ”bother” your friends.”
> She seems to have regained her usual composition.
> ”You are right Anon. I'm sorry for not telling you earlier.”
> You come to an agreement that you will stay until this thief is caught.
 
> You moved your ”bed” from the small workroom to the main workroom.
> You'd keep watch for any sneaking thieves.
> As you lay on your bed, it suddenly hits you.
> You are slowly turning into Mary Sue. Or Gary Stu. Or whatever it's called.
> You didn't act like you normally do.
> Normally you wouldn't have asked, wouldn't have cared.
> Here you are volunteering to play night watch for who knows how long.
> You even lectured someone about trusting their friends.
> Played a guitar perfectly without knowing how to.
>This place was slowly changing you and you didn't like it.
 
> Sleep just refuses to come by, so you start pacing around.
> The night is quiet and the only thing lighting up the room is the shiny moon.
> You sit down and scan around the room.
> You've done this several times now during your stay here, better find something to do.
> Maybe you could ask around the town for a job now that you have your clothing.
> You could ask Rarity, she seems to be busy.
> Heck, you most likely can help her with your Mary Sue powers.
> You snap out of it.
> Now that you are back on this day you see that there is something at the window.
> Just barely can't make it out..
> Ladder.
> Leaning against the house.
> Alright, time to catch that night prowler.
 
> You push the door open without a noise.
> Just that pro.
> Slowly circling around, you are almost to the window.
> You can hear... panting?
> What's up with that?
> The perpetrator is now in your sight.
> At the top of the ladder you see someone in a black bodysuit.
> Hard to tell if it's an unicorn or pegasus or earth pony.
> Whatever he's looking for inside there, he is in for one hell of a surprise.
> Why would he go for upstairs anyway?
> All the goods were downstairs according to Ra... oh yeah.
> Seems like our thief is a stalker instead.
 
> You slither under the ladder and push.
> With a loud yelp the lurker comes down.
> He was right at the top of the ladder, so you start closing in the distance.
> ”You better find something else to pass your free time, I don't think stalking is acceptable around here.”
> He was still groaning under the ladder.
> ”Now you will have to show me where I can find the police, I still don't know my way around here.”
> He kicks the ladder away and starts backing off.
> Don't you even think about running.
> You didn't say that out loud and he still goes for it.
> Holy moly is he fast.
> You try to keep up, but it's like trying to outrace Usain Bolt.
> He disappears behind a corner with you following.
 
> Gone.
> You couldn't find him anywhere.
> He didn't leave you any clues either.
> You'd think he wouldn't run so fast after you knocked the wind out of him.
> Well not you. Gravity. Fuck gravity.
> Carousel Boutique sticks out like a sore thumb as you walk back.
> You can see Rarity waiting at the door in her nightgown, most likely woken up by the ruckus earlier.
> ”I'm sorry, he got away.”
> ”I knew it! What kind of ruffian goes around our Ponyville trying to break in to our houses.”
> She is so mad she is grinding her teeth.
> ”Well I did find two things about him.”
> ”He runs fast and he isn't a thief.”
> She stops her eruption.
> ”Anon what do you mean that he is no thief?”
> ”Well he was standing on top of the ladder huffing and puffing while looking into most likely your bedroom, so-”
 
> She explodes again;
> ”HE DID WHAT?!”
> ”WHO IN THE HAY DOES HE THINK HE IS?! I-”
> ”Woah chill out. It's in the middle of the night.”
> She quiets down, but is still mighty flustered.
> Without a word she goes back in.
> You close the door and go lay on your bed.
> You see Rarity throw her nightgown on to the floor.
> She then starts floating all of her tools to a work spot.
> ”Not going to sleep tonight?”
> ”I simply cannot sleep after that.. thing.”
> You can hear disgust in her voice.
> ”Anon, first thing in the morning we take a train to Canterlot. I need some supplies.”
> ”I'll wake you when we need to leave.”
> You give her a simple response and flip over.
 
 
> After a boring train trip followed by all the stares in Canterlot, you were done here.
> You went to some warehouse to pick up a crate full of stuff Rarity needs for her orders.
> You volunteered to haul it back to Ponyville.
> Rarity just wouldn't accept any payment for the clothing so you had to make it up somehow.
> She was reluctant, but had to accept after she ended up contradicting herself.
> She told you earlier that overuse of magic often leads to headaches and with her busy schelude that would most likely happen.
> You were back at the train station.
> You drop the crate down on the ground and wipe your forehead.
> ”Thank you Anon.”
> Rarity turns her gaze to check the time.
> ”We have plenty of time before the train arrives. If there is a shop you want to visit then go ahead. I'll wait here.”
> You didn't really look around the town earlier, so why not check it out again.
 
> Here it is. Why did I even stop here?
> 'Rooster Records' – Instrument shop extraordinarie.
> ”Buy any instruments for.. blablabla.. a recording studio?!
> The pony technology is just bizarre.
> They have recording studios, DJ turntables and ovens, but still use quill pens and scrolls instead of pen and paper.
> Oh well. Welcome to Equestria, please leave your common sense at the door.
> Cheery sounding bell rings as you enter the shop.
> ”Welcome! How may I-”
> You have too much shock value.
> Before the silent staring can even begin, you answer with a tad too loud shout.
> ”HAY!”
> The salespony isn't sure whether it was a greeting or you just shouting hay.
> God that was stupid. Atleast the pony looks more confused than scared.
> You use this opportunity to look around.
> All sorts of instruments.
> Everything was so small compared to what you'd prefer.
> You chuckle. Preference in something you know nothing about.
> How did the ponies play some of the string instruments, like guitar or harp?
> Something guided you here, better just go with the flow.
> You grab one of those small acoustic guitars and march towards the counter.
> ”Do you custom make these on request?”
 
> You walk back as a winner.
> It would take one week until it's finished.
> You did spend your bits on a non-mandatory thing just to sate your calling.
> As you get on the train you feel like a kid after buying new vidya.
> Rarity is sleeping in very unladylike fashion, leaning against the window.
> You slip the bits she refused to take into her saddle back.
> Got her good.
> You stare out of the window as the scenery flies past...
 
End of part Cuatro