Better Drink My Own...

by Rinnaul

Rating: everyone
Tags: Comedy
Length: 277

I am alone. It will be weeks before help arrives. I can only hope I last that long.

Alone and with limited supplies, Lyra struggles to survive until Bon-Bon can come back for her.

It will be an ordeal unlike any she has ever faced before. Hardships that lesser ponies wouldn't be able to face. Those weaker souls would find themselves lying on the floor crying like fillies and begging for someone to save them.

But not her. Lyra is a survivor.

She will outlast this crisis.

(Originally meant for Oneshotober 2014, but I never got around to finishing it on time.)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-20 04:59:42 UTC

Rations

Day One, 10 AM

I am alone.

It will be weeks before my companion returns, and I’ll have to get by with what meager supplies she left me. I won’t be able to forage for food, so these scraps will have to sustain me for as long as possible.

Everything will have to be carefully rationed. I can’t allow my natural urges to get the better of me.

That way lies doom.

Day One, 12 PM

I just finished off the only box of Thin Mints I had.

Impulse control may not be my strong suit.

Day One, 1 PM

I’ve been searching our supplies for something to drink, but it seems she took everything potable with her. I have found nothing but cranberry juice and strawberry kiwi colt-ade. What kind of pony could consider even drinking either?

They can’t be good for me, so I’ll set them aside in case I find myself desperate.

Day One, 3 PM

I’m convinced my water supply is unfit for consumption, on the grounds that it is totally boring.

Day One, 4 PM

Attempted to drink the cranberry juice. It seems to have gone bad, as nothing else can possibly explain such a vile taste.

Setting it further aside in case I find myself even more desperate.

Day One, 6 PM

Growing hungry, I take stock of my food supplies. I’ve done well for myself this first day, aside from the momentary lapse with the Thin Mints. I didn’t count the number of s'mores I made, but I doubt they impacted my supplies in any serious fashion.

Day One, 9 PM

“Mayomelettes are the new grossest thing ever.”