I was in the crowd when you fell.
You fell from so high.
I thought you were dead.
But don't worry, dear.
You will never die now.
There will never be a gravestone reading 'Fluttershy'
In fact, there will be no more gravestones.
I saved them all, dear.
But most importantly, I saved you.
After you fell you looked so beautiful.
Your leg twisted back.
Your broken neck.
The blood pouring from your wounds.
It was beautiful.
A form of art.
A masterpiece.
It would have been a shame to turn you back to normal.
I carried you home all the way home myself, dear.
Do not fret; I made sure nothing fell off you.
I made sure to push all of your brain back in.
I killed 5 mares you knew in the process
But I had to protect you.
They wanted to put you in a grave and hold a funeral.
But I knew you wouldn't want that.
You would want to stay alive.
I think hundreds of ponies tried to save you.
They died.
I wonder where all the other ponies are.
The streets are awfully quiet.
Not that it matters.
The only thing that matters is your safety, dear
And you cannot be safe with those other ponies.
The ones who will try and bury you alive.
But no one will hurt you here, my dear.
You are safe from every harm.
They will not try to take you away here.
We will thrive together.
Forever.
And if they try and hurt you I will kill them.
I am sure there are others out there.
I cannot tell.
I had to change time to safe you.
They may not be able to come.
But all that matters is you and me.
I will tend to your wounds.
If your body starts to rot, I will save it.
If your heart starts beating, I will stab it.
Do you see now?
I have helped you.
Please speak, dear.
It scares me that you do not move.
Say my name.
Perhaps you cannot remember; It is 'Discord'
Why will you never speak?
Is it because your lungs are not functioning?
It is because...-
No.
You would not hate me.
I have done so much.
You love me, I am sure.
It is a shame you do not move.
Or see.
I am so, so sorry about your eyes, dear.
I cried bitterly for days after taking them.
But they tasted so good.
Just like your leg.
Do not fret; I have replaced it.
But your eyes...
I must punish myself for that.
I can never see them again.
You will not get them back.
I hope that it does not hurt you, my dear.
I hate to see you in pain.
Not that you show much expression nowadays.
In fact, I don't think your expression has changed since you came.
How odd.
Oh well.
Love is meant to overlook all flaws.
I am sure you like it here, dear.
I made it exactly like your house.
I even put your friends bodies there.
Right beside you.
Wait.
Why can you not have eyes?
Of course, not your own eyes.
But another ponies.
I am gouging their eyes out.
Just for you, dear.
Which do you like best?
The violet ones?
I have stuck them down your sockets.
There!
Much prettier now, aren't you?
I should start my work now, dear.
Your wounds are clean.
I can start.
I must cut off all your skin.
I am so sorry.
But it must be done.
You will looks glorious when I have finished.
Only a few cuts left, dear.
Then I will get to the good part.
I am sorry you must see this happening to your friends.
But their skin is of lesser quality.
I must combine it with yours.
It looks so pretty now, doesn't it dear?
I will sew it onto you now.
You will be the most ravishing mare in Equestria.
Especially since you can see all the muscle underneath.
In fact, I won't put it on at all.
You look so gorgeous like that.
I will stop any of you limbs falling apart, my dear.
You taught me friendship, Fluttershy.
How important it is to help your friends.
And I must do something for you in return.
I will let you have anything you want.
If you tell me.
I guessed some things, of course.
You would want your friends and your beauty.
I forgot!
You would like your animals.
I will serve them to you soon.
Meat is delicious.
I do wonder why you were a vegetarian.
Do you want to go to sleep now?
I will tell you a story.
To help with sleep.
I am sorry I know no lullabys
Once upon a time, there was a draconequus who had a friend called Fluttershy. She taught him friendship and love.
Then one day she was in grave danger. She fell off a building and everyone said she was dead. But the draconequus
knew better. Sure, her heart was not beating and she was not breathing, but he knew that love conquers all. So why
not death? She revived but ignored him and did not speak to him, even though he did do much for her.
The end.
I hope you liked the story, dear.
It is a true one.
Based off us.
Although in my dreams I am told you are not alive.
I know is is a lie.
You are alive.
Say it.
SAY IT!
I really wonder why you do not talk.
I love you, Fluttershy.
I did so much.
The least you could do is talk.
Oh well.
I cannot force you.
That would be mean and friends are not mean to each other.
Isn't that right, dear?
Oh, I will love my life so much.
I can sit by you, never have to stop tending to your wounds.
We will be immortal.
And we will be best friends forever.
Author's Note
If you are confused at the story, say in the comments. I will explain it.
