Tis a Kindness (Fluttershy Grimdark)

The cottage was cozy and roomy, a very pleasant environment that would be very conducive to the efforts ahead. The poor filly, this world has corrupted her, and no matter the efforts she makes Fluttershy knows they will all be without avail, the filly will continue to succumb to the evils this world has. Methods both unorthodox and possibly even unethical must be performed if she is to prevent the further corruption of this unfortunate young pony.

There was a knock at the door. Now is the time. Fluttershy went to the door and took a deep breath. There will be no turning back now. What must be done will be done. So she opened the door and smiled.

“Good evening, Diamond Tiara, welcome. Please come in.” and she stepped aside, allowing the filly to enter. After Diamond Tiara was in the middle of the room, Fluttershy closed the door which shut with a resounding sound through the cottage.

“Alright, let’s just get this over with. I don’t have time to waste on this pathetic thing.” She filly claimed, taking a seat on the couch in the room, sinking into the comfortable cushions.

Fluttershy walked over and sat on the other end of the couch. “Very well. I’d like to thank you for coming, and I promise this will be over soon.”

“It better be.”

“From what I remember you put glue in that other filly’s mane.”

“She deserved it!”

“Okay then. She did she do?”

Diamond Tiara was elated that finally a grown up was taking her side for once, even if her face didn’t demonstrate it by keeping a frown. “Well you see I was in class minding my own business and making the most marvelous picture ever. It was so lovely that it could be hung in a museum for a hundred bits! But then that stupid blank flank, Applebloom, took my glue without asking and started using it, like as if she owned the stuff! And then I knew she would probably waste my glue on that picture that wouldn’t even be suitable for being used to soak up spilled milk! So I told my friend Silver Spoon who was helping me with the picture to take the glue from that stupid blank flank and she did and since I know Miss Cheerilee wouldn’t have done anything about it so I decided that if that blank flank wanted glue so bad then she could have it and I squirted it in her mane. And then Miss Cheerilee acted as if I did the wrong thing and told me and Silver Spoon to stay after school for the rest of the week. I mean, Silver Spoon did take the glue away but I was only doing what Miss Cheerilee should’ve done.”

Diamond Tiara took a few moments to catch her breath, the extensive description of the preceding events taken much of what air filled her miniscule lungs. After she was ready to speak again she continued.

“So as you can see I didn’t do anything bad, and I don’t deserve to be punished.”

“Did Applebloom know you were using the glue?”

“Now you sound just like Miss Cheerilee! Didn’t you hear how it really happened? I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Just bear with me please. Like I said yesterday, we all make mistakes.”

“The only mistake I made was letting that stupid blank flank snitch on me.”

Fluttershy sighed, growing frustrated with the filly. Her efforts seemed to be making no impact, but regardless she knew she must continue to try. There must be some hope that she may be able to learn.

“Alright, well how about this. If you took a bottle of glue that someone else was using, but you didn’t know it, would you deserve to have paste sprayed in your mane?”

This sent a jolt through the young filly, causing her eyes to open wide in shock. Finally, progress! Fluttershy thought. Perhaps now there may be hope.

“That would be wrong, obviously! If they didn’t want anybody to use it then they should say so, and then I’d tell them before I take it.”

“So was it okay for you to do that to the other filly?”

“Well she knew I was using it and she was just wasting it so that I couldn’t use it!”

“How did she know? Did you write your name on the paste?”

“No, but it was on my desk so she knew I was using it!”

“Maybe she was just going to borrow it for a second?”

“She was going to waste it all in that second!”

“Couldn’t you have asked her to return it?”

“She wouldn’t listen to me; after all she did try using up all the glue!”

“Were you sure she was going to use it all up?”

Frustrated and flush faced, Diamond Tiara turned away. “You’re just like everypony else, blaming me for everything that happens!”

So harsh, the words of this filly were not directed at Fluttershy but they stung just as badly. It wasn’t the simple fact that she is failing to help try and teach this poor youngster the necessary morals needed to live a long and happy life, or that it seems that the filly wouldn’t even acknowledge her. It was the thought that this young pony would grow up into a mare, uneducated and stubborn in her ways and not ready to take on the world. She would grow up and succumb to the evils this world has, and lead a life of persistent suffering, hopelessness, disease, corruption, terror, fear, cold, exploitation, and she will only be able to earn a horrid and painful death.

Fluttershy fought back tears, and stared emptily into space, her eyes pointed towards the floor but she was lost in her own dark mental images of the torture this filly will have to endure later in what is only medically considered life. Lost in the Everfree forest, torn apart by a wild animal, eaten from the inside out from some strange parasite, falling into a deep lake, crushed by a crowd, falling victim to some fellow misguided pony, frozen alive during winter, a slave to the generosity of strangers, forced to work in a mine. Moment by second, the thoughts raced graphically and more extravagantly through her mind until she finally came back to her own responsibility. If she couldn’t do something, these images would some or all become a reality, and she will be responsible for the suffering Diamond Tiara would have to endure.