Title:           Choose a Future
Author:          noodle-
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/GQJMVWFw
First Edit:      Sunday 24th of February 2013 01:38:14 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 24th of February 2013 01:38:14 PM CDT

>You are Fluttershy. Shy mare, living near the woods
>Alone, with no one to share your love with.
>It’s night time, and you lay awake in your bed.
>You so dearly wish for someone to hold.
>But at least you have a few new flowers in your back yard.
>Thanks to that cute human, Anonymous.
>He’s so dreamy and wonderful; so kind and smart.
>He said that the flowers you planted were somehow toxic, and a drug.
>He’s just silly! Celestia would never allow such a thing in Equestria. Surely Zecora would know about the OP-M too!
>Was that what Anonymous called it?
>Besides it really can’t be that bad, can it?
>You’ve had salt before, but…that wasn’t too bad.
>Well…it’s in the past at least.
>Flower drugs.
>How would you even take such a thing? Eat it?
>You try to roll over and induce sleep…but it doesn’t come easily.
B-better go make sure they’re st-still planted…
>You roll out of bed and rub your sleepy eyes.
>Through the back window, the unbloomed flower bulbs bask in the cool moonlight.
>They’re so green and precious looking. You can’t wait to see them bloom.
>They sit there, still and roots firmly planted into the ground.
>You fidget.
>You know Anonymous said that these flowers were bad news…but they’re only flowers.
Anonymous l-loves me. Even though he’s just looking out for my best interest, h-he’d forgive me if s-something happened.
>you jiggle the doorknob, and slowly creep the door open. It’s cold outside.
>You pace over to the freshly disturbed dirt where the flowers reside.
>You sneak up on them for some reason, and nudge them with your hoof.
T-they seem pretty normal…
>You look around to make sure no one is watching.
Celestia, forgive me.
>The coast is clear.
>You kneel down to inspect the bulbs.
>You furrow your brow in confusion.
H-how do I…?
>You slide your tongue up the side of the plant, hoping to get some sort of buzz.
>You open your eyes, but everything is still vivid and normal.
>Disappointment.
M-maybe I need to inject it.
>You take one of the flowers’ leaves and try to ram the tip into your arm.
>It bends, and you feel nothing.
>you let out a frustrated groan.
T-this sucks!
>You kick the bulb into the dirt in anger, then stomp on it…feeling the flower spew its innards onto the dirt.
>You stomp back inside into your bed.
Wh-who needs those stupid flowers anyways? N-not me.
>You feel tears start to form as you cover your face with your hooves.
I-I just…wanted Anonymous to care…
>You start to sob. You wipe the warm tears from your face.
>You sniff, and notice something sticky on you.
>In the dim light you make out a white liquid on your hooves.
>You sniff it. It must have come from the flowers.
I-it doesn’t smell that bad…
>You poke your tongue out and inch it towards your hoof.
>Could this be what Anonym-
>Your tongue makes contact with the dripping flower blood.
>You are instantly…warm. At peace.
>You swallow it all, and lick the remainder off of you.
>It’s…it’s delightful…
>You feel like you’re sinking into your bed…
>Everything is still. It feels…
>Good.
>Your heart no longer aches; you miss Anonymous…but you know he’ll love you now.
>You miss him. You want him to be your boyfriend so very badly.
>Time seems to pass so slowly…you giggle at the thought that you’re the only one aware of time even existing.
>Everyone else is just silly.
>You laugh at the silence.
Oh, Anonymous…
>Your eyes are heavy and your body goes limp.
>Sleep comes easily.
I…I l-love you…