Agoraphobia in Equestria - Tired
 
>Your parents have long since stopped calling you.
>You have no friends that you can actually call 'friends.'
>Your savings account is running on close to empty, and you have no way to replenish it.
>Your apartment rent is two months behind and the owners keep calling your cell.
>You have long since stopped playing for a phone.
>But your appartment is clean.
>The walls are a stark white, free of streaks and seem to glow.
>Your carpet is vacuumed and clean.
>Your sheets are washed and free from disgusting sweat spots.
>Your clothes are neatly folded and tucked away inside plastic bags to keep the nonexistent dust off them.
>You have Agoraphobia and Germophobia.
>Your waking hours are spent cleaning, and your sleeping hours are spent dreaming of cleaning.
>At this point in time you live to clean.
>You consider your teeth to be one of your best qualities.
>Free of cavities and pearly white.
>You attribute this to a strict regiment of brushing 16 times per day.
>When you clean, you usually brush your teeth.
>When you aren't brushing your teeth you are usually rinsing your mouth with mouthwash, or chewing sugar-free gum.
>Your favorite pants have, at a minimum, four sealed tooth brushes and a tube of Colgate for emergencies.
>You thought you were ready for anything.
>Knew that your small one room apartment could withstand any germ invasion.
>What happened to you, you had no plan for.
>You went to sleep one night after trying out a new cleaner.
>You had high hopes for this cleaner, as it smelled like a hospital and a pine forest at the same time.
>In your dreams you were brushing your teeth on the 76th of 139, the perfect amount of brushes for each tooth, of your first upper lateral bicuspid, when you woke up.
>Something was not right, the way the bristles scraped against your bicuspid was wrong.
>You reached out and felt for your tooth brush.
>This was an emergency, you HAD to brush your first upper lateral bicuspid.
>Your breath caught in your throat as your hand grasped at air.
>You knew there was a tooth brush there before you went to bed.
>You placed it there as you closed your eyes, within easy Reach.
>Your eyes have not adjusted to the darkness of your room.
>Your room.
>You never let your room get this drafty.
>Drafty rooms were just a giant petri dish for bacteria.
>You Reach for your covers to pull them up over your head, hoping to end this nightmare.
>Your hands only grasp at air.
>Your breath, still caught in your throat, catches again.
>Your scramble about, Reach-ing, grasping and feeling about for your sheets.
>They are not there.
>Your eyes are starting to adjust to the dim light of your room.
>Or what you thought was your room.
>You can faintly make out what appears to be a... tree? In the distance.
>Your breath bursts past the barrier you had inadvertently made and sucks in.
>An ear piercing scream escapes your lips.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?"
>You scream into the night.
>You can faintly make out the lights of a near by town flickering into life.
>Some of them seemed to be colored faintly, hardly discernible to eyes not as trained as yours to spot dirt.
>You continue to scream as you take in your surroundings.
>You are in, what appears to be, a forest.
"WHAT KIND'VE NIGHTMARE IS THIS? HOLY SHIT IT WON'T END."
>You don't know why you are still screaming, but you can't stop.
>Bacteria.
>That single thought silences you.
>You shut your mouth, lips compressing into a tight line as you collect all the spittle you are able to and forcefully reject it from your body.
>You know that small attempt won't save your teeth.
>Water.
>You need to brush your teeth.
>Now.
>Luckily you are still wearing your freshly laundered clothes.
>You found that sleeping in clothes saves time and, so long as they are freshly laundered, saves you just enough time to brush your teeth, twice, upon waking.
>You stand up, your legs finding a strength you never knew.
>You had to get to that town and find some form of clean sink for you to brush your teeth in.
>You don't remember moving from your standing position, but you are now halfway to the town, sprinting as fast as your legs will carry you.
>You are fast approaching a house.
>You don't stop as you Reach the door.
>Your super-germophobe strength careening you through the door and into the small sitting room beyond it.
>Filth.
>Filth and garbage EVERYWHERE.
>Without another thought you turn from the room and leap through the doorway, leaving the house without a third thought.
>Was that a maya blue colored pony with a mane of periwinkle streaked with blue sitting on a cushion in the corner?
>Fuck no it wasn't.
>You sprint further into the town, searching for the cleanest house.
>Most of the houses look slightly dirty, unacceptable to your advanced germ senses.
>You see it.
>It's like a glimmering chapel of clean amidst an ocean of filth.
>Above its door it boasts a picture resembling a pony on a pole from a carousel.
>Your super-germophobe strength knocks over this door without a thought and you rush through the building.
>Noticing many pony shaped mannequins.
>You remember this picture from somewhere.
>You give no fucks as you attempt to find the bathroom, knocking down door after door.
>In one room there appears to be a, slightly scared, slightly awake pony, pure white skin and a mane of royal purple boasting a horn above her forehead.
>You give no fucks, it's a dream after all....
>Right?
>You shake your head and move on to the next room.
>This room contains an equally scared pony, white of body with a purple and pink fluffy mane, again boasting a horn.
>You, again, give no fucks.
>Moving on towards the next room.
>Upon kicking down the door you see a spotless, gleaming bathroom fit for a germophobe of your caliber.
>You like to think yourself above casual germophobes.
>This bathroom rivals your own.
>Only it is bigger and more spacious, with a large bath and gleaming white porcelain sink.
>You tunnel vision in on the sink and sprint forwards.
>Hands clutching the sides of the sink you rip one of your spare toothbrush's out of your cargo pockets.
>Carefully peeling away the plastic wrapper, taking care to assure it can be used again.
>You are quite desperate to even consider using the tooth brush's case as a storing device.
>Pulling out the tube of Colgate, you place the perfect amount on the brush.
>You let out a sigh as you finally Reach your first upper lateral bicuspid.
>The feeling of the bristles against your tooth is almost more than you can handle.
>You are so engrossed in brushing your teeth you don't even notice the two p0nies staring at you.
>Their sleepy eyes wide, shock plain across their faces.
>You finish brush 139 on your first upper lateral bicuspid with a sigh.
>It's okay.
>You made it.
>The nightmare was just that, a nightmare.
>You turn on your heel and start towards the door.
>That's when you see them.
>Rarity and Sweetie Belle.
>Two p0nies from MLP.
>You are so shocked you stop in your tracks, left foot floating in the air.
>You don't even have time to think of a response as Rarity screams.
>Sweetie Belle joins in.
>Together their voices force you to your knees.
>Your hands clutching your ears.
"Please stop! I-I don't know where to begin, just please, PLEASE, stop.
>They two p0nies stop and your hands fall to your sides.
"Th-thank you. I am...."
>Your name.
>You think back.
>You can remember everything about your old life.
>Parents.
>Friends.
>Everything.
>Your name brings up a blank.
>You slowly come to the realization that you may no longer remember who you are.
>Probably something to do with that new cleaner you bought.
>A chemical reaction creating this hallucination.
"Call me Anonymous for now, I can't seem to remember my name."
>Rarity faints, Sweetie Belle simple stares.
"Hello?"
>You see Sweetie Belle's horn glow slightly as your vision fades to black.