Out From the Shadows

Out From the Shadows

Extra 4

Lyra Finds a Blob

They left the bar feeling slightly tipsy. Of course it was not enough for both of them to even flinch as they trotted their way back home. However, the alcohol probably had a ‘social lubricant’ effect on them, making their thoughts not as clear they should be.

Lyra and Bonbon were discussing mundane topics, when suddenly, Lyra stopped dead in her track, and addressed her friend in a way that sounded mostly like an engine starting up with huge efforts.

“Bon~~bon~bon-bon-bon-bonbonbonbon-bonbon!” She exclaimed while jumping from a hoof to another in excitement. “Look, at this!”

Bonbon approached her to get a better view of the object that provoked her friend’s sudden hysteria. However she could only stare confused at the mud puddle she saw on the ground.

“...What… is that?” she asked, her expression changing to a frown as she could not believe her friend had stopped for such a mundane thing as muck on the ground.

“A print,” Lyra said, unphased by her friend’s lack of understanding and reaction to what she thought was the best finding ever, and so she kept on her wide smile.

Bonbon now could see what Lyra was talking about, some sort of pattern had been printed into the puddle. “You mean like a hoofprint?” she asked, still sceptical about this.

However as she focused on it, she noticed something odd about said print. “That is the strangest hoofprint I’ve ever seen,” she stated.

Lyra was still not affected by Bonbon’s negativity, and she simply replied like it was common knowledge, “Not a hoofprint silly filly, a shoeprint!”

“Uh…” Bonbon began, suddenly understanding where this was going.

Unfortunately for her, Lyra went on with her explanation, her enthusiasm increasing for every word she spoke, “Like a shoe! That goes on a foot, that goes on a human!” And as she said her last words, she put both her hooves under her chin in a clear fan-gasm display.

Being already used to Lyra’s antics, Bonbon kept her calm and rational part. She just simply asked the following, trying to reason her friend.

“Are you sure somepony didn’t just… drop something in the mud? Just looks like a blob to me.”

Knowing very well that Bonbon might be right, Lyra reacted with an ultimate desperation alcohol-induced move, as she put herself prone near the puddle, using both her front hooves to protect the area around the print.

“Stop crushing my dreams!”