>"A-anon?"
>The voice awoke you from whatever depraved dreams you were having
>THUD THUD THUD
>The thuds on the walls of your shoddy barracks were equivalent to a small car slamming into the building
>Why did it wake no one else
>You sit up in your bed and look out the window
>Stormy, and 3 fucking AM
>She taps on the walls again and looks in through the window, her large eye covering your view
"Goddamnit..." You whisper quietly
>You climb out of bed and walk outside, the A-10 pony shivering but happy to see you
>You stare blankly at her, what could she possibly want?
>This planepony was Gatsby, your A-10, and brand-fucking-new
>You have to admit, you weren't really liking her at the moment
>"Anon, I had a nightmare..."
>You've got to be kidding
>She ushers you through the storming airfield to her hangar
>You stand there, soaked, freezing, and pissed off, it was 40 degrees outside
>She had a small light on in her hangar, a nightlight
>Fantastic, your fighter jet was afraid of the dark
>She lays down in the middle of the hangar, and pulls you close against her chest
>There was probably some rule against this
>You needed to get back to your barracks before anyone noticed
>But, Gatsby, though apparently made of metal, was comfortably warm
>And decievingly soft
>And it was a long, cold walk back
>You decided to stay with Gatsby
>She was nice, you should be nice back
 
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