Skull and Stich visit Equestria

Stich stares out the window to his right as the sun rises from the horizon. A sight he doesn't get to see often too often in his own world that's shrouded with darkness. It still takes his breath away even to this day. The sun brings back a before time. The earliest memory he has of it is him holding his hand with his mother's as water laps across their feet. The warmth of her hand and the brightness of the sun are all brilliant. Yet he can't remember her face. No matter how much he tries to remember from the time before the tragic war it all seems to go hazy and everything is warped. Except that one memory.

That's why he wants to make new memories.

Stich looks over at the still knocked out Skull. His half mask rests on his face and his wings are laid out on the sides of the bed. In front of his bed sits one of the kindest souls that either one of them have ever seen. Twilight and her friends were in here earlier and told them that they would be checking in on them until they both got out. Skull, of course, announced that they'll be out of here in no time before falling out.

Stich shook his head knowing that it would happen. He explained a bit on Skull's energy level and how his mask works without going into the more... darker territories.

Stich takes in the sleeping angelic face of the yellow being. Her pink hair curls a bit down her face as light starts shinning in on it. Or it could just be her own glow. Either way her beauty makes her stunning and Stich's heart thuds against his chest. She stirs lightly and her eyes slowly open revealing her deep sea foam blue eyes. Stich can only stare as she awakens within a yawn and a stretch of her arms. It brings a thought in mind for Stich.

Do all being wake with the sun? he writes down solemnly underneath a bunch of other questions he wants to ask Twilight when he gets the chance.

His eyes return to yellow girl as her wings slide out from behind her. She flaps her wings a bit before they go back behind her with practiced ease. It only makes Stich chuckle knowing that Skull will never be as graceful as her with his demon like wings.

"Ah. Good Morning Stich! Are you feeling alright?" She asks sweetly her words like honey.

Stich nods his head slowly before flipping the page of his notebook to the front.

And how are you?

"Just a bit tired actually... though I have to get up early anyway to take care of the animals. Oh... I hope Angel isn't too upset with me not being there last night."

Who?

"Angel... he's my pet bunny." She explains softly, "Though the other animals probably miss me as well. But they can wait a bit."

You sure? I can watch over Skull. He knows he can't get away with anything while I'm on watch.

"I-I-I can't. Not while you two are seriously injured." She says hiding behind some of her pink hair, "I would feel just awful if I left you guys here and something happened."

Stich mentally sighs before moving his body so he's closer to the edge of the bed. He puts his feet off the edge and manages to stand up despite his body being halfway numb. His legs send a shot of pain in protest, but it's only met without acknowledgement as Stich stands up fully erect and moves over to girl who he's starting to remember as Flutter something. His memory is a little bit hazy from yesterday.

See? Don't worry about us. We've always been able to take care of ourselves. Stich writes before sitting beside Skull.

His attention goes back to the sun that slowly sets itself just above the horizon. Of course he can't look directly at the ball of fire, but it's great enough to have a glimpse of it than nothing.

"Stich... I..." She starts before looking away.

Stich leans over and taps her on the shoulder.

What is it?

"Wha... What's your world like?" She asks clutching the sides of her white pants.

Stich shakes his head. Do you really want to know?

Fluttershy reads it slowly before nodding her head just as slowly, "I want to know... I want to help... But. I don't know how your world works..."

Stich looks at Skull for moment thinking how he'll probably dislike this one. After all, he's more into a girl with a backbone and not... what ever keeps her standing.

Just ask Twilight.

"I already have. But I want a more in depth look. I can see from last night that... that things are different. Beyond different."

I figured someone might ask for a more in depth approach. First. Do you know what murder, rape, and war is? From how this world looks and feels, it seems completely absent of those three things.

"We've had war before... and murder is very rare here since there hasn't been a war in a long time. I don't think I've heard for rape before." She says testing out the word.

Murder in my tongue is killing for pleasure. Killing for what you think is right, just because, and to move forward. Murder is everything to me and Skull. It's either kill or be killed. That's why we train.

"Wh-Why would anyone!"

Because that's the world we come from... War is common. Murder is common. Rape is common. Also, it's hilarious how you say that word. Sorry it just has to be said.

Fluttershy knits her eyebrows together and a sad frown forms on her face. She looks Stich in the eye and he can feel the darkness inside of him almost disappear as this pure soul looks into his corrupted eye. The sad innocent look on her face is just too much to bear and it force Stich to look away.

"So... you're saying that your world is... horrible?"

Worse. It doesn't need a name. It used to be called Earth. Now we don't know what to call it. It's no longer the world that the ones who survive used to know it as.

Fluttershy says nothing. The room is only filled by the sounds of the muffled outside world. Ponies passing by outside in the hallway and the streets blow the window of the room.

Before Stich can do anything, arms are wrapped around his body. He feels softness entrap his arm and he looks to see his body is being embraced by hers. She puts out a warmth that seems to wrap around his body. It's even warmer than the heat the sun brings. It's unreal as well as the first time he's ever felt this feeling building up within him. In his surprise his body tenses up, but soon relaxes against her warm and soft touch. It's almost... motherly.

"You're so cold..." She says as the hug tightens up on him.

He can't really write anything. But he knows if he could he would tell her the truth. He knows Skull would tell them. Though it really shouldn't be much of a secret. After all, the stitches aren't for show.