Fluttershy on Earth?

    Hooray! I just finished tonight's paperwork. What an accomplishment. Now I might as well just sit around, being worthless as a sack of potatoes.

Or maybe, since my laptop is still on, I could search up My Little Pony fan fictions.

    "Well, I feel like shit, so why not push myself further into the mood eh?"

I was talking to myself. This thought made me feel stupid. After I brought up Google, I searched up: Sad Fluttershy fanfic. She was still my favorite. I clicked a link, and started reading a grotesque story about changelings going around Equestria, mauling everypony in sight. It made me very angry, but depressed at the same time to think that someone would write something like this. At the end of the story, Fluttershy made a final stand to save Cloudsdale. It was a close battle, but finding it to be a grimdark, all was for naught. Fluttershy was killed brutally, and Cloudsdale was destroyed. Now, I felt like going to the corner of the room and crying my eyes out, but I didn't. Instead, I went out to the garage, picked up my bike, and contemplated on where to go.

    As an alternative for getting a car, which seemed way to expensive at the time, I had bought a dark green and silver bike for about thirty well spent dollars at a second hand shop. It was a fairly decent bike, that was my size. The only problem with it, was that the brakes were stuck. When I bought it, I had to go home, grab my tool kit, (nothing but a few screwdrivers of various sizes, an adjustable wrench, a few random sized bolts and screws, a brand-less hammer, rusty nails, and a blowtorch) and take the brakes off. I didn't think I'd use them, much anyways. Perhaps when I saved up some more, I would get a nicer bike with some fancy brakes and whatnot.

    My destination was undecided, but I knew of a few forgotten mountain biking trails, just a mile away. Most were overgrown by so much crap, that the trail was indifferent from the rest of the tangled mess of shrubs. I mentally selected one of the few paths that didn't involve bringing a pair of hedge trimmers. As I opened the garage door, I realized that it was dark out. I didn't feel like going back in, so I assumed that it was about seven or eight at night. Screw it. I left the house, and zoomed along the cracked sidewalk. What a nice breeze.

    While I rode, I took note of how quiet all of the surrounding houses were. The lights were off in all but two. One of the lit houses had six cars parked outside, and inside played loud pop music. I assumed that it contained a party full of drunks. Soon, the scenery changed, and trees started to engulf my vision. The quiet residential area had now been left behind. I was entering the even quieter, and much darker part of town. Near the outskirts stood a small forested zone. It was peaceful, until my bike started emitting a loud metallic clanking sound. I hadn't changed the gears on the bike, nor had I felt any sort of bumping come from the tires. Until I reached some sort of space large enough for me to see what went wrong, I would have to ignore it.

    When I got to the start of the concealed trail, after going right past it many times, I saw that it had been overrun by shrubs and small seedlings. I assumed that this particular trail would be a clear dirt path, but now it was clear that Mother Nature would not let me have my way. I would have to carry on cautiously. "Nobody would miss me at this hour", I thought to myself. Then, I began the journey down the pathway, further into the forest that kept it's secret so well hidden. The clanking of my bike stupid bike grew louder and louder, until it was almost unbearable. After about two and a half miles of heavy breathing, and a relentless assault on my ears later, I came upon an open meadow. Standing in the middle of it was a lone oak tree. All around, were flowers that I could not recognize at this state of darkness.

    Feeling as tired as I was, you would have taken the same course of action as me. I got off of the bike, and headed to the tree to lean up against it. A feeling of paranoia somehow creeped it's way into my mind.

Being in a large open space at what I estimated as nine, wasn't what I had imagined coming out here. Due to the distance of the ride, I had never been close to the meadow. I had no idea that it was here. The only way I knew that this was even a trail, was because I had ridden past it at an earlier date. Somehow, I found myself wandering my way through about ten minutes worth of trail. The rough bark of the tree made me uncomfortable. The paranoid feeling was still there, but it wasn't as strong as it was a few minutes ago. Feeling even more tired than I had when I arrived here, I laid on my back with my hands behind my head. For the first time tonight, I glanced upwards towards the stars. The beauty of the constellations captured my interest, and I just stared. Only now, did I feel true peace of mind.

    What had escaped my mind for about twenty minutes of me just sitting there mesmerized, was the constant clank clank clank noise, my old mountain bike made as I had ridden it down here. I immediately jolted up, from my half asleep state. I needed to fix the horrible sound. It nearly drove me insane, while I was riding down here. My ears would give, if I were to hear that noise one more time within the next ten minutes. Eyes squinted, I searched the chromed metal. If I didn't find anything, I would feel like sitting there for the next hour, letting loose poorly shaped profanities directed towards my bike, in disbelief that I would have to hear it all the way back. Just as a second effort, I let my hands feel around the cold metal. This went on for about thirty more grueling seconds, but then finally, "Ahh," I muttered, weakly suppressing a disappointed why did I not see this before face. My hands had just stumbled across a rock wedged in between the gears, and the spindles in the back wheel. Every time a spindle would pass it, it would collide with the small rock, making the most annoying noise in the world. I removed the earthy object, and threw it into the trees to my right as hard as I could served it right.

    Well, now I could actually relax away from all of the town's lights. Out here, I could clearly see every star, and the moon would light up most of my surroundings. "Oh, Luna" I thought to myself. By now though, I started to get bored. Normally, my hands would be full of things that needed to be done. Work was normally a main priority, but I would rarely ever have a break from it. I would only get by on what I earned, with a little extra spending money here and there... Okay, okay, I admit it. I actually overwork myself  quite a bit. I really only should be doing about seven hours of it a day, although I would go eleven hours a day just because I have nothing better to do. And the little extra spending money I mentioned, is actually building up. I now had over ten thousand extra bucks waiting for me at the bank. I probably wouldn't be doing anything with it anytime soon though.

    Now that my mind was no longer occupied, the feeling of paranoia was starting to creep up on me. My mind now emphasized every small chirp from the birds, or breeze rustling the leaves of plants, and even the sound of my own breathing. I tried my best to ignore it, and put thoughts in my head, that could only spare me seconds. Each one of them were things like: "What should I have for lunch tomorrow", or "what if there are people that are waiting on me to pick up the phone". They even turned into things that would only happen in parallel universes, such as: "What if there is someone robbing me", then they started morphing situations that involved me right now. "What if I'm being watched." "Is there a killer stalking me right now?" I tried to dismiss the ideas, but the harder I tried the worse they got. "There! I just heard footsteps! "I looked over to see moving shadows only five feet from me. Jumping up, I realized that it was just the tree to my far right, dancing around in the warm winds of spring. It was starting to affect my vision now too. I saw trees glaring at me, and leaves flying towards me like bullets. It was like some sort of insane wine effect.

    I got up and walked over to my bike, that was leaning against the oak tree. "I'll come back another time". I was just about to shove off in the direction of the path I came from, when I saw the bush just ahead of me, but partially concealed by the trees next to it, shake violently. I nearly lost my head, although I did lose control of my bike. It sent me flying for a good five feet from my it. After getting up, all I could think to do was run and hide, and hope that whatever was in the bush didn't spot me. I sprinted back towards the oak tree. It seemed like the most solid solution. The tree was wider across than I was. I could easily hide there comfortably for over an hour, if it came to that. Now that I had reached the cover, and nothing had shot, lunged, or screamed at me, I became a bit curious. I was not going to let a sliver of curiosity take a sliver out of my heart.

    Sacrificing a peek, I felt my whole body almost crumble. I had caught sight of the "intruder" but it wasn't what I expected to see. Instead of seeing a mask or snout, I had seen a vibrant flash of a light yellowish sort of color combined with bright pink. "Damn paranoia induced hallucinations. If I were not mistaken, I had seen my favorite pony from My Little Pony, Fluttershy. I stepped out from behind the tree. Of course, the pony wasn't there. It was just air. I should have known better. Pegasus don't exist. Bending down to pick up my undamaged mountain bike, I heard a whimper. I looked up, only to see the small pink and yellow pegasus pony. For a glimpse at closure, I walked over to the foreign creature. Instead of disappearing though, Fluttershy gasped and ran. Without thinking, I called out to her

    "Wait!"

    She disappeared through the trees, and my mind and brain had an argument over weather I should chase her or forget it. Clearly though, my wit was settled. I took off after the pegasus.