I still cannot get to sleep, so I wash myself off and step out into the slightly warm air of this little town. I know another pony will still be awake. My pet. A pony that I have kept alive simply to have one ear I can spill all my secrets to. If she goes to the cops, locks her doors, or tries to leave Ponyville she knows I will find and kill her, and every Friday night, she plays me music. Whether she knows I am listening or not.

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Yeah, this is a translation of an RP that ended differently than it does here. In the RP a bunch of people got involved, but in the end, the same thing did happen, I guess.
Short one-shot kind of thing. The RP was with Me and Hope, so really, 40-50% was raw written by her before I added a couple things and made it into story format. So thanks to her
And thank you, Tome, for finding the logs from forever ago. I appreciate it.