>Another day in Equestria.
>But like all the previous ones, it's likely to be awful.
>Completely and utterly empty of anything.
>Due to lacking a cutie-mark, you can't get work.
>Even worse that your unemployment (although the Diarchy does give you a minor stipend) is your 'enemy'.
>Fluttershy.
>God knows, she isn't really an enemy. More a pest than anything.
>Her constant attempts to find your fetish had been, initially, adorable.
>Indeed, they would have stayed that way, as long as she avoided going to the more... extreme ones.
"Just what do you want today, Flutters?"
>Knowing her plan, you don't both getting ready beforehand anymore. She won't leave until she has her guess.
>Leaning against the door-frame, you wait for her to respond.
>Mutely, she stares back.
>Not saying a word. Not moving at all.
"Oh, for Celestia'a sake! Stillness is not my fetish!"
>Poking her nose, then giving her mane a little ruffle, you see if she reacts.
>Quietly, she topples over, seemingly boneless.
>Right then. You just killed Fluttershy.
>Slamming the door in her now-dead face, you run upstairs, to grab your bags. You've always heard nice things about Minotauria.
>TAPTAPTAP on the window.
>Ugly thoughts flash through your head.
>Violent crime wasn't something you ever intended, but you're committed now.
>What's another witness?
>eXcitement drains from you. Fluttershy was one thing, but another pony? That's be awful.
>You pull the curtains open, trying to spot your witness. She's yellow. And, apparently, not dead.
>"Zany though it may be, Anon, is [spoiler]the alphabet[/spoiler] your fetish?