Title:           Joy
Author:          Slasher_Science
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First Edit:      Friday 23rd of November 2012 08:27:48 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 19th of March 2015 04:16:32 PM CDT

>Today is the Day of Thanks in Ponyville.
>The town is decorated with all the festivities: banners, massive pumpkins, baskets of fruits and floral arrangements.
>Wild turkey roam the streets.
>You walk down a side street with a cigarette in-mouth.
>What do you have to be thankful for?
>Your friends- Twilight and the gang.
>Your home- given at no charge.
>You lead a plain life.
>Some would call it 'boring'.
>Nothing exciting ever happens here.
>Walking past a dumpster, you notice a hoof on the ground.
>Fluttershy lays against the brick wall of a building.
>The bags under her eyes indicate a lack of sleep.
>Her mane is disheveled and falls into her eyes.
>A package of sliced bread lays beside her- half eaten.
>You bend down to her.
>Her bloodshot eyes open and look up to you, half focused.
>"H-Hi Anon..."
"Fluttershy, what are you doing?"
>It's morning, so there's still some chill in the air along with a thick fog.
>She looks cold.
>Probably been out here all night.
>"I'm celebrating the Day of Thanks..."
>You take a seat next to her and help yourself to a piece of bread.
>It tastes old.
>Life had been hard for this pony after her house burned down a few months back.
>No one really paid attention.
>Fluttershy had become 'that dirty vagabond pony'.
>The pony who frequented the bakery for their day-old bread.
>The pony who used that bread to feed ducks at the pond- instead of herself.
>No one understood her.
>They just turned their heads away as she would slink into the alleys at night to root through trash.
 
 
>Fluttershy nods back off into her dreams as you sit by her.
>You snuff your cigarette and stand.
>You remove your jacket and place it over her shivering body.
>She mumbles something about something of harmony.
>The sun is obscured behind clouds.
>Ponies go about their business, preparing for holiday feasts and celebrations.
>No one pays any mind to the alley.
>The alley where that strange pony loiters.
>You bend down and rub Fluttershy's mane.
>It's dirty and covered in twigs, mud, sap and other bits of rubbish.
>You turn and continue your walk back home.
>Maybe you would have enough bits to afford a small can of candied yams for yourself.
>Perhaps you'd bring it back to the alley to share.
>It begins to rain as you light your last cigarette.
>Nothing exciting ever happens here.