Maniacal Affection

by Fifty Shades of Yellow

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Dark, Rainbow Dash, Sad, Roseluck, Romance, Original Character, Tragedy, Fluttershy, Sex
Length: 20910

As the weeks go on, you're forced to stay around Fluttershy and learn about her disturbing past and intentions for the future.

- Second Person Point of View -
WARNING: This is a Yandere Fluttershy story, so understand that before moving on. If you don't appreciate emotionally damaged characters, bug off.
At first seems like a dream, but you still wish that was it. You are Anonymous, an exchange student to Canterlot High. After a rough three years from your old school, your family sends you to Canterlot High for a fresh start. Everything goes fine for the first few months, until you meet Fluttershy. From rape to murder, she will do what is necessary to keep you around. Life will never be the same with the knowledge that she is causing the loss of a few lives.

Published 2015-04-13 00:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-14 01:29:48 UTC

Chapter 2: A Thorn on Her Side

Morning arrives. The alarm goes off on your phone. Slap the edge of the table, until you can feel a warm, vibrating surface. Press it again, letting it stop. Stretch a little bit and do what you must. Head into the bathroom and use everything to get yourself cleaned up, and ready for the day. You get some simple clothes; a pair of boxers, a shirt, and some pants. Finish it off by wearing a sweater and putting on a pair of socks. Check the phone to see that the weather will be cloudy, with non-stop winds for the entire day. Turn it off and head for the kitchen. You grab a bowl of cereal and eat, while watching your parents move around like mad. Your mom is putting on her signature heals, while your dad is getting his blazer.

"Lunch is all set inside the refrigerator, Anon! Have a nice day and before I leave, remember what we talked about last night." Your mother rushes out to say while putting on her best high heels.

"Listen to your mother. This might be your only chance to find something worth more than learning." Your father says while grabbing his briefcase from the dinner table.

"Wait!" They stop whatever they're doing and look at you. This would be perfect for a confession, but would it be pointless? "I love you guys." They smile, while they walk over to you and give you a gesture. Your mom kisses you on the forehead, while your dad pats you on the back.

"Your mother and I will be late, so here." Your dad hands over fifty dollars. "Use it if you must." You take it and put it away in your wallet.

"Have a nice day, honey!" And like that, they bolted out of the door.

You're waiting at a bus stop, playing around on your phone. Even you can't be constantly thinking about this all the time. It would stress you even further, causing something even more regrettable than where you're at now. The bus comes along and stops in front of you. Show them your bus ID, and walk to the back. Everyone in the bus is either distracted on something, or they don't want to be troubled with. There is someone who you don't see that often here. You can see Rainbow Dash sitting on the window seat in the far back of the bus. Make your way over and sit right beside her. You give her a light tap on the side.

"Hey-" she shoots up and takes a good look at who would bother her daydreaming "-oh, it's you."

"Hey Dash, what's up with you?" She slouches back in her seat and looks at the window.

"Just upset that my dad's car broke down, so now I have to take the bus to school this morning."

"Damn, that sucks."

"Yeah. what's up with you?"

This is it. You can ask one of her friends. "It's about Fluttershy."

She goes away from the window and raises an eyebrow. "What about her?"

"Do you know anything about her family?"

Rainbow Dash looks stunned by your question. "What about it?"

You do not want to get into too much detail about her. It might create a fuss. "I just met her yesterday while heading home, and she said that she was never loved."

She looks around the bus and shushes you. "Alright, I'll only tell you a little bit, and just this once. Ya got it?" You nod. Rainbow moves closer to you, and gets her head right beside your ear. "She was an orphan ever since she was born. The foster home that they put her in was a living nightmare. People would constantly bully her, and the staff never paid attention to it. She didn't get adopted until she was about twelve, but, it wasn't any better there. The mom would beat her up while her dad would just ignore it."

"Jesus fucking Christ." You whisper out.

"It still goes on to today. That's why she would usually stay over late at the animal shelter, or try to hang out a little bit longer with any of us." She backs away and grabs her backpack. The bus is starting to grind into a halt. "This is our stop. The high school is just across the street." You head out of the bus and take the crosswalk with Rainbow Dash. "Just, keep it to yourself, alright?"

"Yeah, I got it." You dolefully say while nodding. She runs off and heads for the soccer field. You continue on walking down the sidewalk and start to pass the statue. Someone grabs your shoulder, and tugs you beside it.

"Hello Anon." You meet face-to-face with Fluttershy, who pins you to the side of the statue. "I see that you've met with Rainbow Dash. Did you tell her anything about us?" You only shake your head. "Anyone else?" You shake your head again. "Good. We wouldn't want any commotion this soon."

"What do you want from me? I've kept my mouth shut, and you've already taken a lot from me." She inches her way up closer and nibbles on your ear. It would feel good, if you weren't shaking that much.

"Don't worry. As long that you do whatever I say, everyone will be fine and happy." She pecks you on the cheek, then backs away a bit. "So, what where the both of you talking about?" You carefully think on what you need to say.

"She said if I wanted to see her practice today."

"Bullshit." She pins you back on the concrete statue. Your issue is not to get an erection... "She only practices on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, not on Wednesday." If only she wouldn't constantly go on about how her team preforms, you would concentrate on what she would say. "Tell me what happened on the ride here."

You sigh as she loosens her hold. "I just asked her about what you've been going through."

Fluttershy's devastated as she brings her arms back. "I... I wanted to tell you that later."

"Flutters, I didn't know it would be that bad." She looks agitated now.

"I've only wanted someone who would stay with me and treat me right." Tears start to flow down from her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I wish that I really knew what you've went through." She balls her hands into fists and animosity looks at you.

"That's the thing. When everyone thinks of me, they just give me pity and sorrow. No one ever tries to stay with me and keep me happy. But you, you're not like the others." You talk with her a few times by yourself, and this is how you're rewarded?! She starts to become placid, as she inches her way to you to hug you.

"You're nothing like them. You're different, just like me." This is just, disturbing and somewhat dismal.

"Wasn't there anyone that could take you in?" Her hands behind your back start to grab through your shirt and onto you. Her tears start to come back as she muffles her whimpering. "Okay, okay. Can't you leave your house?"

"I-I have nowhere else to go." You forgot she volunteers at an animal shelter. She is either broke as fuck, or her parents must be 'so forgiving' to give her some kind of allowance. Best bet is that it isn't enough for her to get a place.

"Even though that, things are completely different now, I have no other choice but to somehow help you." She brightens up, and gives you a snug kind of hug. It really is nice to see her more like this way. Maybe you could ask her if she could stay this way more often. "If it isn't too much, would you stay, yourself?" She looks as if she was perplexed.

"I don't know what you meant by that, Anon? I am being myself right now." She can't be. You've seen on how she acts, talks, and everything else.

"What about you being all shy?"

She jumps from her hug and forcibly squeezes you. "Does everyone always think I'm shy? Is it because of my name?!" Fluttershy almost yells out with fury. The hugs stops and just becomes a threatening hold. "I can be other things too!" She brings you up to her face. The flared up eyes and bent frown fill you with fear and for some reason, a boner. "I can be very caring about the ones that need my help. There wasn't much to cater at the shelter, but then, I've met you." Her right arm moves around in a circular motion on your back. "I... want to take care of something more than just a few animals. I want to take care of my husband."

Woah, hold the boner, husband?! "Fluttershy, isn't that a little straight forward right there?" She stops the rubbing. No one said anything for a quarter of a minute, until she looked directly at you.

"I see, you still want to wait a while before you want to be called that. That's fine. I understand, honey."

"Sure, not ready yet." You mumble out.

The first bell rings for the day. "I'll see you around, sweetheart!" She releases you from her flirtatious hug and runs into the school. Before she enters, she looks back and blows a kiss to you, finishing it off with a waive. You waive back and watch her go inside. You're very glad that you have her for just one class. Then again, it can go sideways. Her reaction with Rainbow Dash earlier seemed skeptical. You'll figure it out later, you still have to attend school At least, for the next couple of months.

The first two classes went out well. Even break time wasn't that much of an issue. But something was wrong. Out of instinct you would look around. Something or someone was watching you. This normally happens, but it's abnormal today. Wait. Could it be her? Not only from today, but all the other times? Has she always been watching you? Stay calm, don't give yourself out.

The bell rings again, letting you go for the third class. Mathematics, at least you don't have her. Not yet. Best part about it, is that she's in your last class of the day. Better not-

"Hey Anon." Oh, it's just your partner.

“Hey Rose.” You see that her hand is covered with a bunch of roses. “I see that you went gardening again.”

”Oh, I just thought that the school might need some more. Darn this season, especially the weather outside.” Roseluck says while leaving the roses on the side of the table.

“I know. If the wind goes any faster, we’re all going to start using bricks for shoes.” She chuckles at your pathetic attempt of being a clown. Damn your retarded jokes. At least she laughs at them.

”You really are silly, Anon!” The classroom door slams shut.

”No more talking!” The teachers here are really hardasses. ”Get out your textbooks and turn to page 318.”

Everyone gets out of their seats.

”Just review the pages for tonight! A test is coming up soon.” Before you get up, Roseluck grabs your arm.

”Here, Anon.” She pulls out a perfectly trimmed rose. You grab the base—

“Ow!” You drop the flower on to the table. She picks it back up, but is holding it on the bottom of it.

”Whoopsie, I forgot to mention that the lower part is the safe place to grab it.” Ignoring the pain, your hand slips through hers, allowing you to grab the flower. ”There you go.”

“So, what is this for?”

”A gift, I’d hate to let any of these get ruined by the winds, so I kind of thought that you would take care of it, or maybe give it to a special someone.” She scratches the back of her head. ”Y-you know, if there is…” You smile while twirling it around.

“It’s beautiful.” You compliment her craftsmanship while twirling it around.

She shrugs. ”I should start going, I’ll catch ya later!” Roseluck grabs her bundle of roses and runs off. Just as you see her leaving through the door, you spot a slight shade of pink in the corner. A familiar type of pink… You grab your backpack and leave through the doorway. As you’re looking through the crowds, you can’t see it anymore. You almost thought that… Get your shit together, you are thinking of her too much. You start going for your next class and forget about the thought of seeing her.

You walk with your lunch, trying to find a seat. The rose is resting on your tray, right beside a sandwich and a carton of milk.

"Hey, Anon!” You can see Sunset waiving from her spot. ”Come sit with us!” You see Fluttershy moving to make space. You sigh and sit right beside her.

”What’s wrong, Anon?”

“It’s just cold, that’s all.” You calmly say to Sunset Shimmer. After dodging a bullet, you grab your sandwich, while Fluttershy rubs your arm.

”You alright there, you two?” Rainbow picks you and Fluttershy out.

”Just helping him to warm up a bit.” Fluttershy replies while her hand moves lower to rub your hand. She flips it around and notices the marks and cuts. ”Oh no.”

”What?” Rainbow says with a full mouth.

”W-we’ll be right back.” Fluttershy stands up, while tugging on your arm. You follow her into the hallway and walk into an empty classroom. ”Who did this to you? Was it that flower girl?”

“She didn’t— Wait, you were watching?” You can spot the sudden change on her face when you’ve said that.

"I was, making sure you we’re OK.”

“I am, now can we go?”

She tightens her grip. ”No, we can’t. We need to find some bandages and treat this right now.” You struggle to get her hands off of your arm, but eventually do so. ”Anon, why must you make it so difficult? Is it because you have a thing for her isn’t it?”

“What? That’s insane. You know that I’m with you.”

”Don’t try to hide this. I’ve seen how she acted around you.” is she sensitive on jealousy?

“No, we’re just partners, I swear.”

”Explain the rose!” She cries out.

“It was a friendly gesture. She even mentioned that I should give it to a special someone.”

Her eyes start to water. ”Horseshit!” Fluttershy cries out as she runs past you and out the door. She goes down the hallway and enters another classroom. You assume that she will calm down and join you later. You wash up in the bathroom, and go back to eating with the group.

”Is everything alright?” Rarity asks.

“Don’t worry about it, she’ll come back.” You say while grabbing your food.

After fifteen minutes, Fluttershy comes back and sits right beside you. Rarity turns over to face her.

”Where did you go, Fluttershy?” Rarity asks.

”Bathroom break.” She says with an emotionless face. Rarity goes back to eating her salad.

”Hey Anon, what’s up with the rose?” Rainbow says.

“Oh, this? It’s just a gift from a friend.”

”Huh, that’s kind of cool. Just don’t go around and scratch people with it.” Rainbow jokingly says. You laugh with her. The room gets louder as the students start to run outside.

You grab a random person by the arm and ask. “What’s going on?”

”Someone got crushed by an air conditioner.”

“What!?” You and the girls run out of the cafeteria and follow the crowd. When you get outside and head for the left side of the school, there is a group of policemen and EMT’s covering up something. After you struggle through the crowd, you see a pile of flowers scattered around, next to a body covered in a sheet. At the corner is a crucially damaged AC covered in blood. The bits of red hair and cream white skin on the air conditioner gives you the urge to puke when one of the investigators escort you away from the scene. You vomit in a nearby bush, while a shadow casts over you.

”Careful, you just ate.” You hardly hear Rainbow’s voice. You clear your throat and look at the crowd. Many of them are concerned, while Fluttershy stays herself and try to look away from you and the scene. You know she did this, but you don’t want to cause unnecessary drama.

“I’m just, forget it.” You march away and enter the school.

The next day, there was a ceremony for a few minutes. The police called it an unfortunate accident, since the AC was only kept up by an old piece of board. You still think Fluttershy did this, but she won’t say anything about it. Forget it; you have plans for talking with her after school.

For most of the school day it was just quiet. Not only in the classrooms, but even the cafeteria was almost deserted of noise. There is some talk about the school will be tightened on maintenance, since one of their students died and upset a bunch of parents to keep their own children safe. You’re sitting on the front door step of your house, waiting for Fluttershy to come over and talk to you. Fucking winter… The sun is barely out at this time of year. At least the winds died down for now. You kick a nearby pebble to make it roll. Once it stops, a recognizable shadow casts over it.

”Hi Anon.”

You look up and see her. “Hey Flutters.”

”You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah.” You get up and open your door. “Come on in.”

”T-thank you.” You follow her in and close the door. ”Is there something bothering you? We could go out, if that’s what you want. But if you don't, I don’t mind staying here with you…”

“I want to know why you did it.”

She sits on the back of the couch. ”I’m sorry?”

“You know what you did. That accident yesterday was done by you.” Fluttershy lets out a sigh of despair.

”That was for your protection.”

“Protection!?”

She stands and gets closer to you. ”Of course, I wouldn’t let you go out with a harlot.”

“She was just a friend!”

Fkuttershy grabs your elbows. "Who tried to take you away from me!” They slide down to grab your hands. ”But I took care of it, just at the right time.” You shake away from her.

“You’re insane!”

”No, I’m not! I’m just doing this to keep you safe.”

“By taking what was harmless and had nothing to do with us?!”

”You can’t be sure, Anon. You don’t know what’s truly in everyone’s personality by seeing one side of them.” You can’t say much since she was a classmate. Also the fact on what is Fluttershy anymore. ”You don’t know unless you’ve spend some time with that person. Where you really get through the first layer and understand their intentions, knowing what makes them run.” You watch as she gets closer to you. ”You should know that you’re everything to me.” Her arms wrap around you. ”And I don’t want anything, or anyone that will get in between us.”

“Not if I have anything to say to the police!” You pull out your phone.

”I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Give me one reason.”

”I’ll admit that you raped me and you’re the one who killed her.”

“Now you’re full of it.”

”No one was outside of the cafeteria but us. It wasn’t too far from the classroom we were in, and I can say that you forced me.” You can’t believe on what you’re hearing. ”If you want to stay away from jail, I would suggest that you should stop this and relax.” Your shaking arm lowers to put the phone back in your pocket. ”Good, is there anything else you wanted to talk about?”

You sit on your couch. “No, now go before my parents come home.” She sits right next to you.

”How come they aren’t here?”

“Besides from working most of the time, they’re at the hospital.”

”Are any of them sick?”

“It’s my mom… she has leukemia.”

Fluttershy gasps and covers her mouth. ”Is… it critical?” You struggle to swallow.

“It’s acute myeloid leukemia.”

She rests a hand on your lap. ”H-how bad is it?”

“She needs radiation therapy for it.” Your voice quivers a bit. Fluttershy wraps her arms around you. You break and embrace it. You never told anyone about this, not even to any of your old friends. Knowing that your mom could die within a few months, or even any week, it was more of your problem than anyone else. No one moves for a couple of minutes.

”Anon, I know that… these are hard times, but the future will always be better.”

“I’m not sure. I just hate to see my mother like this.”

She gives you a small peck on the cheek. ”It’ll get better, Anon, trust me.” You kiss her back before standing up. Maybe this isn’t so bad. ”I should go; Angel is left in the shelter.” Angel isn’t with her? That does not sound like Fluttershy at all. She gives you a long kiss before heading for the door. ”I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetie!” She says before closing the door.

You hug the couch pillow for comfort, praying for your mom’s arrival. That can’t be. Fluttershy leaving Angel behind, it’s just… it can’t be. He’s a vital piece of her. Or is he some kind of therapy pet, and you’ve replaced his spot? This is more threatening that possible. Then again, it always was. Hard, forced sex, killing someone, possible chance to send your ass in the jailhouse… Shit, you can’t be this slow. You hear the door open.

”Hey Anon, we’re home!” You get up from your mom’s voice.

“Hey mom.”

”Are you alright? Did you eat dinner?” She asks.

“No, I didn’t.”

”I’ll get something for us. The two of you stay here.” Your dad says before leaving the house.

”How was school today, Anon?”

You don’t want to say what happened earlier or anything involving Fluttershy. “Disappointing, no one kept a smile throughout the day, not even Pinkie Pie could cheer herself up.”

”Ah, your very hyperactive pink friend. That really does sound dreadful.” You try to imagine Pinkie frowning. It’s barely even a thing up until today. ”Anon, what happened to your classmate was, a unfortunate accident. We can’t do anything but mourn for her passing.”

“Roseluck didn’t deserve this.” You say while sniffling.

”I know, she’s in a better place. Only positive part about this is that she didn’t suffer.” The image of that exceedingly dented AC with drops of red blood in the corner still exists in your mind. You shiver at the thought, but stop when your mom rests a hand on your shoulder.

”We can only move on, honey.”

“But… what if, you moved on?”

She takes a breath. ”Just like what I said, if anything happens, we can only remember who they were and live on. They wouldn’t want us weeping for them all the time. They would want us to continue on, and enjoy our lives.”

“Are you sure?” You snort on your mucus.

She brings you into a hug. ”I’m sure of it.” You hug her back, somehow thinking this is Fluttershy instead. Stop that! Don’t let her get to you. ”It’s what I would want for you to do if I ever met with such a fate.”

You back away from the hug. “You’re the greatest mom in the world.”

”And you’re the best son that any mother could ask.”

When your dad finally came home, he gives out a set of burgers. Roseluck's flower is in a vase on the center of the table. You almost hate to say it, but it reminds you of the times you've met her. After dinner, you did your homework and went to bed, trying to pass off the horrible images of the crime scene.

Chapter 3: Alone

A couple of weeks go by. Things slowly go back to normal, except Fluttershy. She would stay as her shy, quiet self, trying to get people to spend their time at the shelter. All the papers she handed out were thrown away or ignored. Until you stepped up. She ran into you and gave you a flier, persisting you to attend. You wanted to say no and tell her about this staged act, but that would lead into some trouble. Also, you actually felt doing something good for once, besides spending some time with a depressed nutcase. For most of the time, it was great. Seeing different species of dogs, cats, lizards, did interest you. Hardest part was the conversations with Fluttershy. Some seemed on topic, others…

”So Anon, what do you think about naming our child?” Were something like that, or other personal interests. ”I was thinking that if it’s a girl, we should name her Amber.” You scratch behind a Rottweiler’s ear.

”Anon?” The Rottweiler starts to lick your face.

“Yeah?” You say as the dog settles down.

”What do you think about it?” Fluttershy asks while you start to scratch his back.

“It sounds nice.”

”Are you even paying attention?”

You stop by the sound of her irritation and look at her. “Yes, I am.”

”Then how come we don’t talk that much?”

You let the Rottweiler run off to chew on his bone and approach her. “What is there to talk about? How much longer will you keep me in captivity? Will there be a time that I can be by myself? Will there be any more killings around for absolutely no purpose anymore? Is that want you want to talk about?”

The Border terrier in her arms whimpers. ”It’s all for a good purpose.”

You wait around if she will say anything else. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say about this?”

She pets the Border terrier while looking at you. ”If you must know, I did it for your safety.”

You scoff. “I was fine, until I was—“ You stop mid sentence and look around. This place is familiar. The smell and lighting that you are experiencing now rings a bell. “We were in here.”

”Pardon?”

“You raped me in here.”

”It wasn’t rape!” Fluttershy screams out.

“Then what was it!?” The animals in the shelter start to cause a ruckus.

”We should lower our tone. Some of them don’t like it when it’s loud.”

“You better tell me why you did it in here.”

She lets her dog go. ”I couldn’t use my home, so I let the animals go for some privacy.”

“But, how did you get them back?”

”It took me hours to search them.” Fluttershy sits on the counter. ”When I finally went home, my father hit me with his belt for arriving past my curfew.” She rubs her thigh a bit. ”Most of the birds left. Fortunately, others did come back. I did what I can to get every feline and canine I could see.”

“Wasn’t it dangerous?”

”Very, A hobo attacked me and… he’s in one of the city dumpsters.”

“Did he… is he?”

”Oh dear no, I grabbed a broken bottle while my pet distracted him by chewing on his pants.” You start to shake. ”I threatened him to stay away before he did anything else. Is something the matter?” You walk backwards but stop at a wall. She gets closer and pins you there. ”I’m not scaring you, am I?” You shake your head. ”That’s good. I was wondering about our time together.”

“What about it? We see each other every day, I volunteer here more than weekly, and don’t think that I haven't seen you in my bushes.” Fluttershy gives you some room.

”S-Sorry, I just thought that if you’re lonely at times. It seems like it’s much worse than I imagined.”

“Hey, I don’t judge on what or when you get off.”

”But Anon, that much in one day?”

“It’s not a problem when it’s still working.”

”That’s when you have me.”

“Oh no, not after the first time I did it with you.”

”What’s wrong? I understand it wasn't on a proper—“

“I was tied down and freezing, while you were using me like a mounted sucker. Does that sound enough?” Fluttershy rubs the toe of her boot on the ground.

”I won’t do it anymore. Unless if that’s your thing.”

“No!” You shout, causing some of the animals to bark for a bit.

”Okay. How about we do it once more?”

“Nope, I think I will settle for my hands, they are enough for a lifetime.”

”Not unless they’re stumps!” She barks out. ”I-I didn’t mean… I swear Anon, I would never hurt you.” You just stand there and look at her. ”Please, don’t think of me like that. I-I can be a good girlfriend. W-we never go out, and I really want to show you that I’m more than this.”

You think about this for a moment. If you go anywhere, people will suspect something is up. But if you don’t have some quality time with her… “My house.”

”A-are you sure? What about your parents?”

“They won’t mind. Also, they’ll go back to the hospital for my mom’s checkup.”

She smiles as if she won the lottery. ”I can’t wait for it to happen!”

“We’ll do it tomorrow. I’ll order some pizza and we can watch some movies.”

She runs up to suffocate you in a bear hug. “Never mind, I-I can wait a little longer.” You squirm around, trying to expand your lungs. ”I’m sorry! I’m sorry.” She releases you, allowing the air to flow in.

“It’s fine. Let’s just finish up today.”

You hang up the phone. Pizza should come by in half an hour.

”Hey son, are you ordering dinner for yourself?” You dad says while entering the room.

“I’m just having someone over for the night.”

”A friend of yours?” Your dad hits at you.

“She’s more than that.” Your dad smiles at your response and pats you on the shoulder.

”I see. Here, just in case if you two need to order something.” He pulls out a couple of tens. You count them, making it over ninety dollars for you.

“Thanks dad.” You put them right beside the money he gave you a few weeks ago. There isn’t much you can order, since you’re already happy with what’s around you. Rapid footsteps can be heard coming from down the hallway.

”I don’t want to be late, so let’s get a move on!” She gives you a quick kiss on the forehead before heading for the door. ”Stay safe, son.” Your parents rush out the front door and for the truck parked at the curb. Dad winks at you before heading out of the front door. You look outside to see your dad’s truck start up and drive away.

Everything is clean and tidy for your date. It’s so weird to call it that. You need to, since, that’s what it actually is. Now you’re forcing yourself into this? You can hear someone knocking at the door.

Open it up to see Fluttershy in a very nice, but slightly stained dress. ”I-Is it too much? Should I go home and change?”

“No, it’s fine. Come on in.” Even if it’s small, it looks like mud to you.

”I only saw one car outside, what happened to the other one?”

“My mom’s car is at the repair shop getting the muffler fixed. What’s up with the stains?”

”Um, I-I… there from…” She stutters.

“Wait, don’t tell me. You were hiding in the bushes for a while, waiting for them to leave?”

”I, y-yes! I-I was just waiting for that. And you know how cold and damp the dirt is.”

“Yeah, the rain lately is becoming a damn hassle.” You and Fluttershy share a chuckle, but hers was a bit weak. “Sorry for that lame joke, come on in.”

”Thank you.” She replies as she enters your home.

“You can take off your shoes if you want.”

”Um, where should I put my backpack?”

You’d expect her to just come with nothing this time. Maybe it’s some homework she needs help on. “You can put that anywhere, I don’t mind.” She drops it right beside the couch and takes off her boots to put it beside it as well. “Please, sit down.”

”Uh, I-I rather not.”

“Why not? It’s just a few mud stains.”

”W-well, I don’t want it to ruin your interior.”

You know how much your parents go on about a few mud stains on the floor, but when it goes on the furniture causes a flame war. It's best that doesn't happen anymore. “Crap, you’re right.”

”B-but -” She starts to grab the bust of the dress and slides it down. ”- I could t-take it off.” You back up, and almost fall on the couch. ”W-would you want me to stop?”

One part of you says yes, only to have it foiled by the other saying no. Still, you don’t want your parents to bitch about a few stains. “I’ll get a towel to hold them in.” You run for the bathroom and take a towel from the rack. When you get back in the living room, Fluttershy has already taken off the dress.

”Sorry, was I supposed to wait?”

You can’t help but to look at her bare skin. “It’s not a problem, just put them in here.”

She puts them in the towel. ”You can just leave it right beside my backpack.”

“Are you sure? I could just put it in the washer—“

”Please, just leave it.”

You shrug and do what she says. After dropping it, you sit right beside her on the couch. ”I-it’s a little cold, c-could you, maybe, start up the fire place?”

"Yeah, not a problem." You gladly reply as you wander to the chimney.

As you two watch the log go, she snuggles under your arm. The pizza came when the log was just lit. Too bad neither of you are hungry at the moment, so it’s just sitting on the table in front of you.

”Isn’t this cozy, just you and me, warming each other beside the fireplace?”

“Yeah, it’s nice.” You avert your attention to the dancing flames. This is alright, but you’re still disturbed with her behavior.

”Anon, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” You reply while keeping your focus away from her.

”You’re still trying to avoid me. I’m trying to communicate, but you're just give me small talk.”

“I thought we discussed about this back at the animal shelter.” You try to pressure on.

”That’s different.”

“How is that any different from now?"

”We are finally alone, it’s just us, and no one else is here. We can finally get to know each other. Nothing is in the way to bother our wonderful time.”

”Just wait until my parents get home.”

”Who knows about that?”

“I do.” You satisfyingly say.

”Okay sweetie~” She calmly replies while her head digs into your chest.

“Why are you so confident about this? Aren’t you even concerned when my parents come back? They’ll be questioning how long we’ve been together or why you’re naked.”

”Don’t you worry about that. Just concentrate on the time we have for now and forever.”

“It looks like someone’s optimistic about this.”

”I’m always happy when you’re around.” You sigh and mistakenly move your arm down her back. She shivers and snuggles you. ”Anon, I’m afraid that this fire isn’t doing much. Could we, maybe, get a blanket?”

“I’m not going to do it.”

”What do you mean? I just—“

“We’re not having sex.”

She sits up to meet your eye level. ”Anon, is that what you’re focused on?”

“That’s what I’m thinking that you’re trying here.”

”Can’t a girl just be naked for once without getting any issues?”

“When it’s in my house and you did it when I left the room does seem unusual.”

"That still doesn't justify anything! If you were naked, I wouldn't expect it from you." Without a second thought, you take off your shirt and undo your belt. "Anon?" Slip your pants and boxers off and pose.

"Still not expecting it now?"

Her eyes dart around, looking at each inch of you. ”I’m not sure,” She gets up to put her arms around your shoulders. ”Whatever you want, Anon. This time, you get to decide.”

”Aah! Ah, goodness, that was wonderful.” She says, falling back on your bed.

That happened. Why did you let that happen? What does it matter? After what’s going on for the last few weeks, it’s all a moot point. Even that you just came inside of her, that is nothing.

”I’m going to clean myself up.”

You turn on the TV while Fluttershy walks out of the room. ”Thank you for that report Jasper, in other news; let’s look back to earlier today where a car crash that happened during an intersection is now cleared up.” You turn up the TV. ”A couple in their early forties died in a car crash today. Officer Mosley stated that the car crash occurred when the truck failed to stop at a red light.” You look closer at the crash site. That truck resembles as if that was your dads. ”The driver failed to stop, resulting in a fatal collision from a local truck driver ramming into them. The truck driver isn’t wounded, but is traumatized—“

You turn it off and drop the remote. Both of your parents, gone. Done in by your dads reckless driving. You need to tell someone about this. Fluttershy is here, surely she can comfort you. You get up and walk into the living room to witness Fluttershy tossing in a pipe cutter and her dress into the fire.

She almost looks speechless when she looks at you. ”Oh dear.”

You drop down and dig your fingernails into your face. “This can’t be happening…” You say before fainting. Before you black out you can hear her footsteps through the pulsing of your heart.

You rock your head while opening your eyes.

”Anon, oh Anon are you alright?” For once, you would rather see the ceiling instead of anyone else. ”Anon, please tell me, are you hurt?”

“It’s painful.” You mutter out. Her hand moves around your arm.

”Where? I’ll get you an ice pack o-or painkillers.” Fluttershy frighteningly asks.

“It’s inside my chest.”

”I’ll go and buy some defibrillators.”

You grab her arm before she takes off. “It’s not that.” You sit upright on the couch but you keep your attention away from her.

”What’s the problem? If you have leukemia as well—“

“No, I’m clean.” You can clearly see that Fluttershy is more than worried.

”Tell me so I can fix it.”

“You can’t fix it!” You shout at her. The sofa moves around. You look back up and just watch the ceiling fan spin. “I’m lost.”

”But Anon, you’re right here.” You stand up and look at her. She has her green skirt and white tank top on.

“Don’t you get it? I have no one left on this world!” You jab your finger into your chest. “And it’s all thanks to YOU!” Then you point it at her. Fluttershy’s only response is her shaking head.

”That’s not true Anon.”

“I don’t have any uncles or aunts that can give a rat’s ass to live here. They never even visited us once, so what’s the point?!”

”I’m still here.” She gets up, maintaining eye contact. ”I will always be here.” Her stiff upper lip and furrowed eyebrows drives fear in your mind. ”And I will never be too far away from you.” You don’t notice her slow approach until there is nothing but her face in full view. ”No one and nothing will come between our love.”

“You should listen to yourself when you talk like that.”

”I do and I’m happy to have something in control.” She slowly backs away. You’re in too deep for any help. For Fluttershy, that was lost since day one. The fire place is littered with damaged evidence. It is enough to put you away for a long time, and you’ve seen those movies about jail.

”What are you going to do?”

As you're rushing through your head for an answer, your eyes start to burn from the warm tears emitting out of them. “YOU CAN’T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT!” You clench your fists and punch the couch. “You can’t keep getting away with it!” You lay down on the sofa with your face on the cushion.

Her hand travels through your hair while your neck tingles from her own breath. ”Don’t feel so bad. In a few years from now, it will all be like a bad dream.” If only this was. ”I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I must go.” She gives you a peck on the cheek before leaving you on the couch.

“What’s the rush?” You say as you straighten up. Her backpack is zipped up and strapped to her back.

”My parents are worried about my tardiness lately. They demand that I should arrive home early from now on.” What an awful request, especially since she needs to attend the animal shelter every day. You take in a deep breath and say,

“What if I take care of them?” Her squee of joy picks you back up. The hug that she is giving you isn’t enough to keep your smile.

”I know that the loss of your parents is difficult Anon.” Fluttershy says to comfort you.

“You still have yours.”

”They aren’t even related to me.” You look back to the day Rainbow Dash informed you about Fluttershy’s parents. The people that she’s living with are far from the opposite of caring or compassionate.

”I promise you that everything will get better.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

”Maybe not soon, but the future is always open.” She whispers to you and shortly after gives you a quick kiss.

You look at the opened box of pizza on the table. A few slices are gone, making the rest all to you. The noise of your front door being open and closed is enough to tell you that she’s gone, at least for now. Take the pizza box and start munching away your worries while a tear slips out of your eye, knowing that your parents dropped from this world in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 4: Root of All Evil

Over a week has gone by. The funeral for your parents was short and bleak. A few of your friends did show up and comfort you. The disturbing issue was Fluttershy. She wasn’t there. There could be a lot of reasons why she didn’t show up. Maybe she didn’t want to see you so depressed or she would break under pressure. Like it matter, the entire thing was a close casket and the cremation was a couple of days later. Come to think of it, you barely even see her at school.

It’s one thing that you’re taking control of the animal shelter, but at school is just wrong. She would skip a day or two every few months. Lately she’s been absent for most of the week. You’re almost worried that she could be in trouble. Only to realize that she is the trouble. You don’t know. You’re better off leaving her alone. Whatever problem she’s in, she will find a way to get out.

You’re driving your mom’s car home. It’s the one thing that your parents left you. That and the $400,000 from the life insurance. Some of the money was used to pay off the house, while the rest was stated in their will to be used for college. You almost thought about taking the money and leaving the country, but you wouldn’t even go far. The feds would catch on pretty quick and there’s Fluttershy. At least you can live by yourself, but not for a long run.

As your phone vibrates, you stop in front of an abandoned apartment complex. The only reason that you pass by here is because it is the quickest route to your house. Get your phone and read the text message. ’Hey, I know that we don’t hang out that much, but I need to tell you that I’m around. I’ve always been there for Fluttershy, so I can be there for you. If you need to talk, just text me or something, I’ll listen to anything that’s bothering you. -RD’ A second message comes through. ’Also, there’s this arcade that we go to mess around. You wanna go? I was going with Fluttershy, but she wouldn’t pick up her phone.’ When you are about to text Rainbow Dash, you get a call from an unknown number. “Hello?”

”Anon! Anon, it’s me, Fluttershy!”

You almost jump forward, but stop at a dime from the seatbelt. Shit, did that hurt. “H-hey, what’s going on?”

”It’s not going well. I need you to come over to my place.” She pleas.

“Wait, like now?” You question.

”Yes Anon! I was able to call you from this pay phone because they let me go out to buy some things.”

“What happened to your phone?”

”Forget that and come over, quick!” You hear a metal clang before a steady tone.

You know where she lives, but you’ve never visited her. Hell, it’s time to test how well you know the city. But first, you need to send a quick text message to Rainbow. ‘I’m sorry, but I’ll be busy for the day. We can try tomorrow.’ Wait, tomorrow is a Thursday. You correct your mistake and replace it with “someday.” Send the message and toss the phone aside.

You pull up on the house with the chipped white paint and overgrown grass. You park your car a house away and walk closer. The tattered window screens and damaged concrete already shows how inviting the place is. One of the curtains moves away. Fluttershy waives her hand and points to the side of the house. You walk on the grass and trip on an above ground sprinkler. You regain your balance and follow along the wall to see two windows. The one that doesn’t have a screen opens up.

”Anon, get in here!” Fluttershy whispers out while waiving a hand out.

You get close enough to jump through. She grabs your arm to pull you in. When your body is completely in, you look around the room. It looks like it was designed for a little girl. The lined pink and white walls is smudged and cracked. The dresser and mirror desk is beaten down with a few markings on them. Her bed is the only decent looking area in the entire room. She helps you up while brushing off the dirt you received from the wooden floor.

”I’m sorry that the place is filthy. I was going through a lot of things.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m only worried about what you’re experiencing.” The both of you sit down on the bed. It gets comfy while you sink in it.

Her imminent hug surprises you. ”It’s been horrible here!” She cries out. You just sit there and let her talk. ”Both of my parents have been treating me poorly because I don’t do much here. They demand that I take care of them, just for taking me in.” You run your hand through a few strands of her hair. ”Tell me Anon; a-am I a horrible person?”

For the first time in your life, you don’t know. At first, you thought that she is some psychotic girl out for attention, but it’s all for a sense of compassion. You’re even questioning about the deaths from the last five weeks.

“No, you’re not.”

”I-I’m not?”

“You’re just misunderstood. There are a few things that we need to improve on, but you are a wonderful girl.”

Fluttershy looks at you, shocked and amazed to what she’s hearing. ”R-really Anon?”

“Yes Fluttershy. There are times that I’ve seen a harsh girl on the outside, only for her to finally get out the help that she needs.”

She lets you go from the hug and slides down to rest on your lap. ”Y-you don’t know how happy I feel.” Her head rubs against your lap.

You ignore that and look into her ocean blue eyes. Sometimes you forget she's innocent, just crowded into a wrong setting. She closes them and takes a short nap. You play with her hair while looking around the room. The mirror on the desk has a set of pictures stamped on. Some of them look like you. Actually ALL of them have you somewhere.

“Fluttershy?”

”Yes, sweetie?”

“What’s with the pictures?”

She jumps up. ”W-what pictures?” You point at the mirror on the desk. She springs out of bed and tears them down. ”They’re nothing, j-just some memorabilia.” You pick one up from the floor. It’s a picture of you with Rainbow Dash walking away from the bus stop. She takes it away from your hand and throws it into a drawer, containing the other photos. ”I’m telling you that they’re nothing!” You want to find it creepy, but you already know what she is. All you can do is get up and hug her. ”A-Anon? I’m sorry for—“

“I know.” Your hand moves around her back, causing her to give out a sigh of relief. The both of you sit back down to lie on the bed. After a few minutes go, you start to lose track of time. For all you’ve known, ten minutes or an hour went by. You could just sleep here and—

”FLUTTERSHY!” The yell of a grown man startles you, but strikes more into Fluttershy.

”Oh no, quickly Anon!” She pulls you off the bed and points at the small space underneath it. You ignore the bits of dirt and crawl into it. What you find inside almost makes you crawl back out. There was the assignment for class that you lost a month ago, the gym clothes that you forgot in class, and that bottle of root beer that you left on the lunch table. That burning stench you smell is coming from those pair of gym shorts that is beside you.

The door slams open, revealing a pair of tanned boots and washed jeans. ”H-hi dad!”

You watch the boots move closer to Fluttershy’s shoes. ”Don’t you fake that happy tone with me!”

Her legs start to shake. ”W-what—“ A loud slap can be heard, along with her shoes turning to the side. ”Oww.”

”Don’t you EVER lie to me.” You watch him walk around and stop in front of the desk. ”I see that you’ve given up on your crush.”

”Y-yes s-sir.”

He walks away from it. "I should have known that you were a quitter.” Flutttershy’s sniffles is the only noise in the room. ”Quit sniveling, you little shit.” You watch him swiftly turn to lean onto her. She stops, possibly threatened from another attack. ”And where is my beer?”

”B-but, I-I”

”Speak. Clearly.”

”They wouldn’t s-sell it to me.” A loud smack can be heard, along with a thud not too far away. You turn to the left to see Fluttershy on the ground. She tries to cover her face by turning her head away from you,

”You had one job, and now I’ll just get my fix another way.” As he goes for the door, you move your arm. It hits the bottle, causing it to fall and roll out. ”Did you bring another animal inside?” You get a better look at the defaced pair of boots that are now standing in front of you. They step away and turn around. ”Get off!” A loud thump can be heard to the side, followed by the bed shaking. ”Your mother is going to have a talk with you later today!” He storms out of the room and slams the door on his way out.

You don’t hesitate to crawl out of the bed to check on Fluttershy. Turn around to see her partially covered with the pillows. “Hey, he’s gone.”

”I wish he was.” She complains.

“Let’s not jump ourselves too early. This is just parenting that’s going on.”

She pushes the pillow aside. ”Whose side are you on, Anon?”

You bite your tongue and reconsider your thought. “I’m not picking sides. This will be over when you’re done with high school.”

”I won’t last that long!”

“It’s just a few more months.” She turns around and rolls up her shirt. There is a batch of bruises across her back. Some are circular, the rest are lines going across her back. “Fucking Christ.” You mistakingly say.

She lowers her shirt and turns back around to face you. ”I don’t know how long I’ll last in here.” She sobs out.

You grab her hand and move closer. “Time heals all wounds, Fluttershy. After this, I’ll be there for you.” You watch her mood pick up a bit. From miserable and desperate, she’s keen and spirited.

”I knew you would be the right one." You’re aware about the bruises on her back can still be irritating, so you wrap your arms under her armpits and bring her closer to you.

Are you… embracing this? Why? She killed your parents! But she was abandoned by her own.
She is insane! No, she is unloved and treated poorly. That doesn’t excuse the murder of a classmate.

”Anon?” Her voice draws you back. ”You have to go.” She slips out of your arms and stands up. You can hear some footsteps coming from the opposite side of the door. ”He’s coming.” She opens the window you crawled through. ”Go! I’ll see you later today.” You would ask what or how she will do that, but the doorknob is clicking. Jump through and land on your arms. Ignore the bits of dirt and grass on your body. Leaving here without being noticed by him is your priority.

The window behind you slams shut. There is some yelling coming from inside, but it’s muted. Don’t look back and run for your car. When you enter your car, you look through the mirror to see a middle aged man at the front of Fluttershy’s house. He is holding a hunting rifle with a finger on the trigger. You start the car and floor it, thinking to leave this fucked up place.

You made it, and without a scratch. You can only wish that the same went for Fluttershy. Your car is fine. It was almost turned into a pile of scrap when you were leaving the neighborhood. But you know that was instinct. You couldn’t fight a guy who was more fit than you. The unbalanced part was when he was holding a gun. You go inside and take a shower. After a good scrub, get out and jump on your bed. Even if you still can’t shake the thought of how is she doing, you shut your eyes and rest.

Someone is pounding on your door. You feel a slight dizziness, but damn know where you are. Get some random pieces of clothes on and answer the door.

“Holy fuck.”

There are a few scratches on Fluttershy’s arm, with a bright red bruise on her left cheek. She welcomes herself in and sits down on the sofa. Close the door and run to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

”No, I’ll be fine.”

"I left you back there, and new I want to help.”

She grabs your arm. ”I will be fine.”

You pull away and leave the kit. “If I’d knew about this, I—“

”You couldn’t do anything.” Her weary voice and limp posture shows how you would have ended as.

“We can do something about this.”

”We don’t need to. I’ve already done it.” She couldn’t… She just could not get away with this one. Fluttershy grabs the TV remote to turn it on and flip through the channels to stop at a local news broadcast.

”—local house was burned down at Lamerson St. with two victims caught in the intense blaze. As firefighters were doing their best to control the fire, it was too late to save anyone. In the wreckage, was a man and a woman found burned, but reports from the police stated that the woman was dead long before the fire. Police found a stash of heroin inside the bedroom under a stack of male shorts. What can be expected was that the man beaten her in a rage, and calmed himself down with heroin, but forgot that the stove heating up a pot in the kitchen was still in use.”

Turn off the TV and drop the remote on the table. “I’m not gonna ask how you did this.” Sit right beside her and stare at the television.

”Did I overdue it? Trust me, they will never find out that it was me. I took caution on…” You fade her voice out and listen to yourself.

Was this even justified? Did they even deserve to die? Of course they do. Just look at her, do you call that quality parenting?
It did keep Fluttershy from hanging out with the wrong crowd. Does that even matter right now? Thanks to that, they’re dead. And good riddance for that. Wait, you’re actually going that their death was justified? You must be developing Stockholm syndrome. Still, that doesn’t correct how bad those people were. Fuck them.

You’re moving left and right, but you aren’t doing that. ”Anon, Anon, snap out of it!”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

”Did you even listen? I said we will be fine.” She leaves a hand on your shoulder. ”Time heals all wounds.” You are getting sick of this. What is right? Is the gain worth more than the lost? You’ve had a long day. All you want is just for it to end. Not just this day, but everything. ”Anon, I need to tell you something.”

“Whatever it is, it can’t be anything new.”

”It’s actually something that I’ve been hiding from you for some time.”

“Did you practice by killing some animals, or did you start fucking them and then killing them?”

She grabs your hair and pulls your head closer to her. ”Did you listen to Rainbow Dash and her bullshit!? They aren’t true! I swear if she told you about those stories, I will rip her lungs out and force her to eat them! Do you hear me!? That blue bitch doesn’t even know what I’ve been through, and she never will!” Oh fuck, don’t mention that ever again, not even if you were joking around. You decided to say nothing and just stare into her heated eyes. She calms down and leaves your hair alone. ”Sorry.”

“Don’t be, that was my fault.”

”I’ve just had a rough day.”

“It was more than that. It was your childhood.”

”You’re right. With you here, it will be nothing but uphill from here on out.” Her voice picks up.

“Yeah, from here on out…” You mumble out the last part. “What did you wanted to tell me?”

”Remember that we did ‘a session’ on that day when your parents, ‘passed away’?”

“What about it?”

”It’s that… you impregnated me.” Fluttershy mumbles out the last part.

You wait around and question her. “…What? But, that day you tied me up—“

”It didn’t work. I kept this act going on, making sure you still believed in it. After that day, everything is back to the way it was!”

It stays silent as you process on what she meant. Before paranoia took over, you needed to be absolutely sure about it.

"You checked this? Like, multiple times?" You hesitated as if she was wrong. Her only response was a simple nod. “I have no one to blame but myself.” You let the sinking feeling take over and continue the night.

"Don't put it all on yourself. It will be better, trust me. All it takes is time to pass on." But for how long? That is all you ask yourself. When you would tell Fluttershy the same question, she wouldn't know what to say. There wasn’t much after that. Both of you just ate dinner and slept in your old parents’ room. A bigger and softer bed means a greater chance to get some shuteye. Some things change for the better. Although, that’s what you keep on reminding yourself that night.

Chapter 5: A Friend in Need

Weeks pass by. Winter is finally dying down, allowing spring to start up. You roll around on your bed and wake up, noticing that Fluttershy isn’t right beside you. Your nose picks up an aroma in the air. Even if you are still groggy, follow it and enter the living room.

Over at the kitchen is Fluttershy wearing an apron with nothing underneath it. ”Good morning, Anon! Breakfast is almost ready!” She chimes out as she turns around and flings the pancake off the pan and onto a clean plate while her bare bottom shakes around.

You just stand there and feel your eye twitch. Without saying a word, you enter the kitchen and sit on a chair. She slides a plate with a stack of pancakes topped off with syrup in front of you.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” You say while grabbing a knife & fork to start cutting through the soft buttermilk pancake.

”I already did.” Fluttershy says while keeping a smile and a cheery tone in her voice.

It’s weird to have her like this. You were used to her being quiet and mopey for the last few months, but now she is all upbeat and happy around you, especially for these last few weeks. She just sits there; smiling and watching you chew on her cooking. It is almost insulting to say that it is better than your mom’s handiwork. The worst part is that if you didn’t agree, you would be lying to yourself.

”How is it, too much syrup?” Her smile fades a bit and is surrounded by curiosity.

You shake your head and swallow. “It’s amazing.”

She continues smiling and rests her head on her hands. You keep on eating while ignoring her. The last dew nights have been worse. You have been experiencing dreams about everyone that died. The vague voices of Roseluck, your parents, even Fluttershy’s dad popped in and bothered you while you dreamt. Moments after they grew louder, you would jump in bed and wake up. When you would, Fluttershy would wake up and cuddle you, saying that your mind is just tense. This often occurs, but at least not on the same night. Aside from that, you recall what is going on after that fire from her ‘home.’ After that night, Fluttershy stated that she was at the animal shelter when the fire started. It was confirmed that the family that she was raised in was corrupt, selfish and ruthless. With that heroin was announced, most of the community flipped about how could the city let this go.

When Fluttershy was questioned, she would tell the horrible acts that she experienced from them during the last six years. The police bought her alibi and the city gave her more than some needed aid. As the story roamed around, publicity flew within a couple days and sympathy grew for her torment that people not only donated to her, but others volunteered for the shelter. The more people visited the animal shelter, the less that she stayed there. On the positive note, animal adoptions inclined, so there is that. But having Fluttershy around you was even more unsettling. At first it was a nuisance, but with her here to fill the void of what used to be the interaction with your parents, it didn’t seem that terrible.

”Anon, what’s wrong?”

You look at your empty plate and then to Fluttershy. “Just, thinking.”

”Thinking about what?”

You drop the fork on the empty platter. Pick it all up and toss it in the sink.

”Anon?” She says as you are entering the living room.

“It’s nothing, just reminiscing the last few weeks.” You say while she approaches you from behind to wrap her arms around your waist.

”It’s been strange, but at least thinks are improving.” Fluttershy whispers. She attempts to comfort you by rubbing your back with only her head.

You walk away to end her encouragement. Sit down on the couch and turn on the television. Fluttershy sits right beside you and pouts. You pay no attention to her. Instead, you change the channel to watch the local news.

”Today’s weather seems to be a fickle. This morning will be cloudy, and shift into some rain showers later in the evening.” You flip through the channels, but come back to the same news station that just wrapped up their weather broadcast and moved on to some highlights. ”-A local girl who had a rough life for more than a decade can finally find happiness, now that she is living off on her own and an incline of adoptions for dogs, cats, and various other household pets.”

”It’s been an awful winter, but we can all expect a more positive—“ You cut off the anchorman by turning the TV off. Continue the morning before you need to go back to school.

You’re driving around town while Fluttershy finds something to listen on the radio. She jumps through the radio stations, trying to find a decent song that will play at seven in the morning. She stops and listens to what you assume is rock.

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As the lyrics come up, you listen and find out it is some mushy Post-grunge. Shortly after, she starts singing along with it. You’re unsure if you need to keep your temper or think how cute that is. It isn’t something that you bother with, since you need to focus on your driving. The issue isn’t how you drive, but this car. The handling is stiff and the gas pedal is sensitive. Weird combination, but this is from Japan. As you are approaching a set of apartments, you park your car on the side of the road.

“There, I’ll see you at school.”

She lowers the volume on the radio. ”Can I ask you something?”

“What?” You say while irritated.

”It’s just, why must we hide our love?”

You turn off the engine and ponder the idea. Lately it’s been a good time; especially that she did what you wanted to do. Even though that it was only done in your house, it was enjoyable. Playing a few video games, watching some movies or TV shows on Netflix, with some intercourse every now and then.

“What’s wrong with what we’re doing? Aren’t you having a nice time?”

”I appreciate it, I really do. But, how long should we keep it to ourselves?” She continues to question.

You realize that she cached on your idea from that argument back in the animal shelter a few weeks ago. It’s time to tell her what’s going on. “I didn't want anyone to speculate us. You know how people act in school, especially with what’s going on lately."

"So what if we get a few glares and the jerks whisper about us? They will be jealous, since we are happy.” She looks at you and puts her hand on your shoulder. “You are happy, right?”

You question yourself about that. Without your family, and her here, it’s not an improvement, but some sort of adjustment. Some bad and some good, but that’s all you can run on. She didn’t kill anyone recently, so there is an actual reason to be happy. “Yeah, kind of.”

”What’s the problem? Is it boring already? I could go out and get a maid outfit, or maybe some—“

“No, it’s nothing in that department.” You cut her off, wishing she could stop before you get your morning wood back.

”Oh, w-what is it?”

“It was about the people that are gone. I can’t let go of them.”

”Oh. It’s rough, but they are resting somewhere.” She starts to rub your shoulder. “It’s time to forget about them, and move on.”

You tighten your grip on the steering wheel. “It might take a while.”

Fluttershy unbuckles her seatbelt and grabs her stuff. ”They’re gone, and you have me.” She bitterly says. “Just remember that I will be the only person that you will need in your life. Sure you can have a few friends, but I will be around.” Your mind trips on a few images of her somewhere in the crowd from the day Roseluck was killed. Fluttershy kisses you on the lips before leaving your car. ”Think about it. I wouldn’t mind that the both of us go outside. This means that we’re completely fine being a couple.”

She closes the door and waives at you. You waive back while starting the engine.

It goes out as an average. You took a test and turned in your homework. Shit might have happened, but that won't stop you from being the goody little two-shoes you are. Only reason why is just to finish school, and probably keep your parents determined ideas in mind. But with Fluttershy? Maybe, who else? There isn't much that you can do. You could try to enlist for the army. You're better off dying for your country, for your family, so on and that garbage. But hey, you will be away from her. No, she'll find a way to keep you away from that. Oh, come on. If she can get away with killing a few people, she can pull off a jail sentence while you are overseas.

”Anon? Hey!” You look over to see Pinkie Pie talking to you. “Nonny, do you still want to come with us?”

“Huh?” You question while looking around the table. Fluttershy narrows her eyebrows and shakes her head. “Uh, n-no.”

”Aww, but all of us are going to be there! Rarity, Sunset, Applejack, Flu—“

”Actually,” Flutershy interrupts. “I can’t. Homework is piling up, and I must do my weekly visit.”

”Awwww!” Pinkie moans out. She slams her head on the sandwich resting in her tray.

”Fret not, Pinkie. We’ll do something to keep the time going.” Rarity tries to pick her mood up.

”Yeah, we can just go to the mall or try mini golf’n.” Applejack joins along.

”What about the new track outside? We can break that in before people start to use it.” Rainbow suggests.

”Did you forget about tonight?” Rarity questions her.

”What? We can jump that fence no problem.” Rainbow tries to correct her.

”She isn’t talking about that. Which, we can get in trouble for trespassing.” Sunset Shimmer explains. “Besides, it is going to rain tonight.”

”Shoot, we can try to hang out at someone’s house.” Applejack attempts to keep the idea going.

”We’ll figure something out. Right, Rainbow?” Rarity speaks while turning over to face her.

”I’m not so sure. I know what you guys do at the mall. Pedicures aren’t my thing.” Rainbow Dash complains.

”What’s wrong with a little pampering?” Rarity asks.

”What is the point with getting your toes done, when you’ll be running around in close toe shoes?” Rainbow disputes.

”It’s the knowledge that you have that part of you decorated to your liking.”

”But what if I didn’t wanted to get it done in the first place?” Rainbow criticizes.

You groan and toss your face in your hands. This goes on every time when they want to hang out. Some of them wants to do something, while someone else doesn’t. Even if you can’t see, you just sense that someone is rubbing your back with their hand. Put your hands down to look over and follow a familiar arm to view an encouraging grin coming from Fluttershy.

”How sweet.” Rarity comments.

”What is?” You question. Rarity points a finger to you and Fluttershy, causing her to blush a little.

”Seeing the two of you as a couple sounds kind of nice.” Sunset joins in.

“I think it’s adorable.” Rarity agrees. ”What do you think, Rainbow?”

Rainbow shrugs while holding her hamburger. ”Eh, whatever, I’m not one to judge on that stuff.”

”Of course you aren’t. Why would a brute like you understand?”

”It’ll take more than a dainty moment to convince me.” Rainbow Dash retaliates.

”Keep it together you two.” Applejack intervenes. “Although, I’d hate to admit, they wouldn’t be too bad.”

”See? Even Applejack agrees.”

“Can we just continue to eat?” You make an attempt to end this conversation.

”Right, sorry if you felt uncomfortable.” Rarity apologizes.

”Yeah, same here.” Applejack tilts her hat.

”Sure, sorry.” Rainbow Dash rushes while to eat her hamburger,

You look at Pinkie and Sunset, who is confused at the subject. When you look at Fluttershy, she would eye Rainbow Dash when she gets a moment.

You walk through the east side to head for your car until Rainbow Dash stops you. ”Hey, whoa, what’s up with you Anon?”

“For one; you are in my way.”

”I just wanted to ask what’s up with you.”

“Dash, I don’t know what you’re—“

”Something’s up.” The moment she said that, your spine tingled. She’s watching you. instinctively, you scan the edges of Rainbow Dash to see anything out of the ordinary. Nothing looks or resembles a bit of her, but you know she is somewhere. ”Hey, Earth to Anon?”

“Shh.” You try to shush her.

”I won’t until you admit what’s going on.” You look down and notice that one of your shoes is untied. Kneel down and tie it. After the first knot, you take the risk and look around. Nothing. You finish it off with a perfect bow and stand up. ”Okay, spill it.”

“What?”

”You’re jumpier than Fluttershy, and she’s usually paranoid.”

“Are you sure about that?”

”What are you getting at?”

“Haven’t you seen her lately? Doesn’t she look a bit calm and quiet for the last few weeks?”

She puts a hand under her chin. ”Yeah, I guess. What is weird is that she’s hanging out with us a lot less than she used to.”

“She’s been with me.”

Rainbow Dash raises an eyebrow and squints while looking into your eyes. ”Are you messing with me?”

You grab her shoulders and shake her. “Does it look like it!?”

She pushes you away and brushes her jacket. ”What the heck? Seriously, you’re losing it.”

“You don’t get it. Why else that she hasn’t hanged out with you and all of these deaths, including my family!”

”Okay, now you’re going off the deep end.”

“Can’t you see how different Fluttershy has been?”

"Yeah, she’s been bailing on us because she’s been trying to get her life together, while you are going crazy and blaming it on Fluttershy. That ain’t cool.” She crosses her arms and walks past you.

You dig your fingers in your hair and pull off any loose strands. Before you get the idea to run up and catch Rainbow Dash, the double doors start to close while a bush right beside them shakes around. You put your hands back in your pockets and act as if nothing happened. As far that you know, she just got in there. It’s best to leave before it gets any worse. Besides, it is starting to sprinkle right now.

You take your time to shop around the store. No, not for video games. You need food to live. Games don’t do that, not by much. The positive and negative about shopping is that you get to choose everything. Still, you have restrictions. More fruits and vegetables, less the sweets. Meat is always a priority to it all. You grab some meat patties, chicken wings and buns to toss into the shopping cart. The bright side is that there is only one mouth to feed, two when your guest comes by. Strange part is that she spends the money that the government gives her on stuff for you. It isn’t even stuff that you need. Clothes, shoes, games, and other gifts once every now and then. You constantly tell her that you don’t need any of this, but nothing is too good for “her sweetie”.

”Sir, that’ll be eighty eight and ninety six.” The cashiers voice brings you back. You blink a few times and get out your debit card to finish up your shopping.

Get out your keys and unlock the door. Once it opens up, you grab your bags and bring them in.

”It took you a while.” Fluttershy is over at the kitchen, sitting in one of the two chairs. She has her head tilted down with her arms crossed.

“It was raining and I needed to get some groceries.” You say as the bags sit on the table.

Fluttershy gets up and raises her head, but keeps her arms crossed. ”You didn’t need to worry about that.” She opens the refrigerator door to reveal that it’s been stocked up.

"If you told me you went out, you should have told me."

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, but I needed to calm down when you were with that friend of ours." She says while annoyed by something.

"We were just talking."

"About what, exactly?"

“My attitude lately, that’s all.”

She grabs out a set of steaks and sets it on the counter. ”You know how much I love you, right?”

“Yes.”

She gets one of the kitchen knives and holds it in the air. ”And you understand what happens when something gets in between you and me, hmm?”

“Y-yes.” You quiver out.

She slowly approaches you as the knife starts to lower down. ”So, why are you still trying to avoid me?” She whispers into your ear. The blade trickles across your back, but doesn’t dig into your sweater.

“Someone needed to know, but it seems you were right.”

”Hmm.” Her head slides down and stops to rest on your chest. The knife moves away from your back, allowing her to get you into a hug. ”I know that you tried, but it seems that you didn’t listen.”

“She thinks that I’m paranoid, even more than you. Hell, she thinks I’m insane when I blamed you.”

”I had a feeling you would try to tell the truth. It’s a good think that she didn’t believe a word that you said.” Her head is rubbing against you. ”Don’t worry, I forgive you.” She lets you go and starts to cut the plastic wrapping over the freshly cut steaks.

“I’m sorry for doubting you.”

”Just ignore it. Right now, you should try to relax.”

“How did—“

”Your heart rate is abnormal than usual. She is right, you are losing control. But don’t overthink it, and let everything go.”

You aren't sure. If Rainbow Dash couldn’t believe you, then who else? It’s time to forget trying to escape Fluttershy’s grasp and embrace it. “Yeah, I guess.”

Her face brightens up with a tender smile. ”Good, now go and take a warm shower while I make us dinner. You can drop your clothes here, I will pick them up and set some fresh ones on your bed.”

“Yeah, maybe that’s what I need.” You walk to your room and take off your clothes on the way. They scatter on the ground but you should not give a shit. Hell, you kind of feel a bit free, Wait, that’s because you have nothing left on you. Fuck it, you casually stroll into the bathroom and start up the shower.

How long has it been? Thirty, forty minutes in the shower? Seems like a good enough time. You turn the knob counterclockwise and grab the towel hanging on the header. Dry yourself off and grab a hairbrush. After getting your hair in place, leave it and enter your bedroom to view the set of clothes Fluttershy laid out for you. A basic white T-shirt with a grey hoodie, a pair of socks and jeans neatly next to it. You look around and find out that she didn’t lay out a single pair of underwear. You chuckle and grab one out from the closet, Get everything else on and enter the living room.

It’s odd that she isn't around. You look around the house, but only find out that the stove is on a low flame, the clothes are in the washing machine, and your wallet is sitting on top of the dryer. Weird, your phone and keys aren’t anywhere. Wait… She isn’t here and your stuff is missing. When it all connects, you get your shoes on and head for the door. As it swings open, Fluttershy gets out and walks through the rain. She is wearing the sweater you took off when you were stripping.She locks your car and notices you standing on the doorway. You just stand there and wish that she just went home to pick up something.

”Don’t worry, we have dinner starting.” She casually says.

You would close the door and lock it, but she not only has your keys, but also a spare key to the back door. How else did she get into your house earlier today? You move aside, allowing her to walk in. She hands over your keys and phone. The sweater is a size big for her, covering her hands and sagging past her waist. You look through your phone while she closes the door and removes the sweater. She tosses it into the washing machine and continues cooking.

Read the recent text messages that all were from Rainbow Dash. ’Hey Anon, sorry about recently, you look like you needed to relax. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to hang out. No shopping or spa, just hang out and do something.’

You read “your” reply. ‘Yes, I would like that.’

’Sweet, we can talk about it when you come over.’

‘How about we meet up in your garage?’

’Uh, sure, my dad is watching something in the living room, so I guess it’s safer there.’

You drop your phone and look at Fluttershy cutting into a well-cooked steak. “Why?” You say in a stern tone while entering the kitchen.

She lowers the knife and turns around. ”I’m not sure what you’re going on about, honey.” She replies while keeping an innocent look on her face.

“You know damn well on what I’m asking for, why did you do it?”

”It’s nothing really. I just had a talk with our friend Rainbow Dash.”

“A talk, is that all?”

”Well…”

“Oh here we fucking go.” You already jump to a conclusion.

”It was an accident!”

“Like hell it was! What did you do, drive a screwdriver into her eye? Sawed her arms off while shutting her mouth?”

”Oh no, that would be too messy.”

“What happened?” You calmly ask while keeping your temper low.

”It went from a discussion to some arguing and it ended with a pipe to her head.” Deep breaths. Deep breaths… ”Don’t worry. I wiped down anything I toughed, and deleted the text messages on her phone.”

“They keep track of that shit!”

”They only track the phone calls, not text messages.”

“But, that means…”

”That the evidence is in your hands, but it would look like you did it, and your car might have been seen driving around.” She finishes the sentence for you.

No. No, no, fucking NO! “This didn’t… you couldn’t… why would… I didn’t—“

”If you leave everything alone, you could get away with it.” She calmly replies.

You shake your head. “No, I won’t.”

”Why? You can’t blame it on me.” She says while kicking the floor.

“Not this time, the evidence is everywhere.”

”Really now?” She proudly says. “Tell me, how frequently do I clean your home?”

“Every day, but that doesn’t excuse you in my car! Cops will find your hair in the interior.”

”Nope, on the drive back, I visited a car wash and used their industrial vacuum to clean out your car.”

“B-but, the garage!”

”Nothing, I used your hoodie the entire time. It covered most of me and the only one who did get a good look at me was Rainbow Dash, but… she won’t testify, now will she?”

“Y… you monster.”

”How am I a monster?”

“You killed your only best friend!” You start to raise your voice.

”She was trouble! If you knew her how I did, you would know how much of a terrible person she was!” Her voice starts to raise with you.

“She helped you.”

”She didn’t do anything to get me out of that nightmare of a childhood that I had!”

“What else could she do?! You should have gone to the police!”

”They couldn’t do anything.”

“And you killed them. Isn’t that great?” You sarcastically say.

”It is, if you could just drop it.”

“I will not sweep this under the rug, not like the other ones.”

”If you want to end up in a jail cell, then go ahead and leave. But, if you don’t want to rot in there, I suggest you calm down, and join me for dinner.” She grabs your phone from the floor and puts it on the dining table.

You look around and think about your next move. The nearest drive to the police station is eight miles away. But would they really believe your side of the story? What about staying here and leaving this away? Rainbow Dash was not a strong friend, but she did try to pick you up for the last month. What are the chances that the police will take your side, one in a thousand? Still, better odds than staying with her. But Fluttershy is taking care of you. She needs you as much that you need her. Maybe it’s time to give up and succumb to this lifestyle.

"Anon, what are you thinking?" Fluttershy questions you as she sets down two plates on the table.

Author's Note

Choose your ending. Would you leave her and get the police? Or will you stay and love her?

Ending A: Stay

You slide your fingers into your front pocket. Would it be worth it? Ridding the one person that did all of this for you? Jeopardizing everything that she worked for? Fluttershy did this just to have someone that cares for her, just as much that they do the same back. Also, you wouldn’t do well in prison, they will eat you up in there.

”Anon?” You take your hand out of your pocket and sit in the other chair. She smiles while sliding a piece of steak on your plate. ”I knew you would make the right choice.” You grab the fork and stir around the steamed vegetables sitting right beside the well cooked meat. ”Anon, I hate to bring it up. But, that one time, when I tied you down and—“

“I know, you did it to keep me safe.” You automatically say.

”No, I did it for myself.” You stop playing around with your food and look at her. She avoids eye contact by looking at her own plate. ”I never intended to hurt you, or anyone. I got carried away with everything, trying to keep you to my care. Instead, I took away what you enjoyed and tried to take you in from the start.” She pushes her plate away to meet with the oak table. ”I-I’m sorry!” She cries out while wrapping her arms around her messed up hair.

You drop your fork to get up and stand right next to her. “You could have asked me, and none of this would have happened.”

”I didn’t want it that way. I was afraid that you would reject me from the start.” She mumbles through the surface.

When you rest your hand on her shoulder, she looks up at you with some of her hair stuck on her face from the tears emitting from her eyes. “Maybe, but that was before my parents would have forced me into it somehow.” You bring your hand to move some of her hair away from her face. “I would have given it a try.”

”Anon, I just couldn’t hold the thought of losing you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that any longer.” You kneel down and hold her hand. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

The next day was a bit grim. Word spread around that Rainbow Dash was in an “accident” while finding something in the garage, only to be crushed by a storage shelf containing a stack of pipes and paint cans. There is a plaque sitting between the field and school. It commemorates her dedication and outstanding performance in soccer.

You chose not to look at it. You already have too much in your mind from everyone else, that you don’t want to add another one to the list. The closest that you were was when you and the rest of her friends gathered around and memorialize the best times. You hanged out with her a few times, even when you were with Fluttershy. She knew, but from a distance. At least you can’t say that Rainbow Dash was a terrible friend.

She is starting to show. After people realized that she had a child growing in her womb, the two of you already graduated by the time speculation went around. It was difficult keeping it as a secret. The only one you and Fluttershy told was Pinkie Pie, since she could keep a promise. Although the baby shower planning that is going on is bothering you. Not that it is a girl, but they have been constantly talking about it for the last few days.

You step on a rock and lose your footing for a second.

”Be careful where you step, dear.”

“Sorry, I was losing focus.” You say while getting back on the dirt trail leading upward.

”It’s good that we can get some fresh air.”

“It is a beautiful day, are you sure that you don’t want to head back down? We wouldn’t want to damage our child, now would we?”

”Not yet, this is my favorite trail.” She takes her time to lead you up the trail. Once the two of you make it to the top, you take in the fresh breeze and wide range.

”What do you think?"

“It’s beautiful.” You wrap an arm around her waist and bring her closer. “But not as beautiful as you.”

She chuckles at your cliché line. ”Rainbow Dash would take me to these mountains so that we could witness the fresh air and clean environments.”

“She sure did know a good place to just walk.”

”Yeah.” She softly says.

The rest of the afternoon, you watch the birds chirp while flying overhead and listen to the woodland creatures scurry around the trees and bushes.

Six years. Your little girl is six years old, allowing her to attend her first day in school. You look at a mirror to see a freshly trimmed male in his mid-twenties straightening his tie. Too bad the awfully patterned tie repeated the same bear sitting on a polar ice cap was a gift from your daughter. Still, it was the one tie that gave you a smile. After the many years of hassle with raising a child, you were still able to attend college and get your degree in—

”Anon!” Fluttershy's yells through the hallway.

“Yes, honey?”

Fluttershy enters through the doorway. ”Amber is going to be late, we should get going!”

“Right, I’m just finishing up.” You say, patiently getting your tie

”Here, let me do that for you.” You walk up to the door way and allow her to finish fixing up your tie. ”You know, someday that the police will eventually find out that the accidents were not as they look.”

“I know.” Fluttershy finishes it up and tucks it into your blazer. You get closer to her, and whisper into her ear. “Let’s just enjoy our lives as much that we can.” She just smiles as she leads you to the outside of your house. "Besides, the more casual we look, the easier it is for us to avoid it."

You pass by a rose bush that is starting to wither away. It felt like yesterday that you planted that single rose in the garden. The memories that taunted you for years are finally fading away. After going to therapy for the last year, it was all treated as a bad dream. You never told the therapist about Fluttershy causing it. That would lead into an investigation, regardless of how she would treat it. The therapist never cached on that Fluttershy was behind all of it, but that is when you excluded some of the important parts.

HONK, HONK!

The car horn goes startles you as it go off. You see a small girl sitting in the driver seat with both hands on the steering wheel. She has your eyes, while having a lighter tone of pink in her hair.

”C’mon Dad! I don’t wanna be late on the first day!” She yells through the rolled down window.

”She really has your attitude for school.”

“Let’s just see about her first crush.” You mockingly say.

”One step at a time, honey.”

You enter the driver’s seat as your daughter climbs over to sit on the back. Just like your life so far, today is going to be a good day.

Author's Note

Thank you for waiting and I hope that this conclusion did bring some closure and comfort.
I will be more than happy to add more detail if there are any concerns.

Ending B: Leave

You slide your fingers into your front pocket. There is no way Fluttershy is going to let you go outside. Without a second thought, grab your keys out and bolt it to the door.

”Anon, wait!”

You ignore the sound of the chair screeching against the floor and run outside. Flip through your keys when you could have just used the remote on your key to unlock it. Hold down the button to unlock and enter your car. As you start up the engine, the next track on your CD plays.

You look to your left to see Fluttershy running out of the house, wielding a kitchen knife in the air. As you slam down the gas, you forgot that the handbrake is on and you’re still on park. Fluttershy isn’t so far away as you take off the handbrake and set it on drive. As the car takes off, the window behind you breaks open. You look forward and turn left on the next street. No one else is driving on the streets. The light rain is starting to speed up and fuck up your view. You turn on the windshield wipers and look ahead. It seems safe, so you cross the intersection without stopping.

As you look in the rear view mirror, there is a small pink blur rising in the backseat. You swerve to the right to reveal Fluttershy rolling around back there. Slam down on the pedal to get to the police station faster. Look in the rear view mirror once more to see that she doesn’t have the knife. When she gets up, she moves her arms beside the seat and tugs on your left arm. You try to shake her off, but the car swerves off the road. As you are trying to shake her off, you mistakenly push even further on the gas pedal. For some reason, Fluttershy lets go and shrieks in fear as she hides in the back. When you finally gain control of the car, it is too late. The wall of the abandoned apartment complex approaches more than forty miles per hour. So that’s why she—

As the car slams through the stucco wall, it stops halfway. You’re thrown onto the steering wheel, but pushed back by the air bag. Dazed and confused, you open your door and crawl out of your car. You’re not leaving the way you came in, and the staircase leading to the second floor is blocked off by some pipes and disassembled doors. You hear Fluttershy moaning in the car. Turn around and see her rubbing her head with her eyes closed. When they open up, you can notice that their filled with rage. You stumble to get up and walk down the hallway.

”Anon, Anon! Hold on!” She shouts out while climbing over the car seat.

You continue to ignore her appeal and start to make a light jog. As you make a few steps in, a sharp pain runs through your leg. When you fall down, roll around to see that the back of your leg has been punctured by that kitchen knife Fluttershy was holding. She slowly approaches you with a wicked look in her eye.

”You’re going to love me....” Fluttershy grunts out as she stumbles into the hallway.

“Like Hell I will!” You shout out as you’re pulling the knife out of your calf. As it comes out, you make a flimsy throw at her. She casually moves to the side as it bounces off the floor and slides right beside her boot. “Shit.”

You get up and bounce on one leg, while the other acts as support. When you try to stand on that leg, it would feel as if you’re standing on a javelin shot upwards in that leg. The main lobby is blocked off by a huge tarp and a heavy saw table. You remembered that this place was recently bought and is being renovated.

”Don’t run off, Anon. Come back to me.” Her voice echoes through the hallway.

Push away from the wall and continue hopping down the hallway to see an emergency exit. As you slam into the handle, it doesn’t budge. You repeatedly push it down, but pay attention to hear chains rattling in the opposite side.

“Fuck.” You whisper under your breath.

”Anon…” She chimes out. You take the stairs to your left and climb up. ”Come home Anon, I’ll treat your wounds.”

Walk down the corridor on the second floor, but it ends with a dresser in the center of the hallway. There is an open doorway cleared out of any obstruction. Enter it and notice that there is some plywood scattered across the floor. As you walk over one, Fluttershy jumps on your back. The two of you fall through one of the plywood that was covering up a huge hole in the floor. A table down below breaks your fall, but still stings across your left side. You roll off and shuffle on the debris to get back up. Don’t think about Fluttershy and continue on finding an exit. Open the door to stumble into the hallway. You climb up the stairs once more, but continue on to access the roof.

”Don’t run away. If you come back, we can forget that this ever happened.” Fluttershy calmly speaks out.

You push through the handle, fortunate enough that it wasn’t barricaded by anything. Skip a bit to jump over some supplies lay over the floor. Floor boards, tarps, steel pipes, and other equipment. Unfortunately, none of them are a preferred weapon. No hammers, handsaws, or screwdrivers. Look at the opposite side of the roof to see a ladder. Keep on jumping only to be tackled down. You kick her off and think that you will have to make a stand. The knife isn’t in her hands. Did she leave it?

”I love you!” She sobs.

“I hate you!” You scream with rage.

”Don’t say things that you don’t mean, darling.”

“No! Fuck this; You’re the reason why my life is a misery! I’m done going along with you!”

”But… I did this, for us!”

“You didn’t. This was all a big fuck up since the first day. Why won’t you leave me alone?”

You’re not sure that she is crying since this rain obstructing your vision. What was clear was that cry of anger coming from Fluttershy’s scream.

You raise your fists up and hold your spot. Instead of throwing punches, she takes you down and pins you on the ground. You squirm around to free one of your arms. She reaches back to pull out the knife strapped to her skirt. You get your arm free and stop her by flicking it out of her hands. She watches it go by as it stops by the side of the roof. As you are looking away, she slams your head to the ground with her elbow. Fluttershy gets up and leaves you stunned by her strike.

”I understand that you’re refusing my offer, but that’s okay.” She narrates while sluggishly moving closer to the knife.

You roll to the side and force yourself up. You're still not going down without a fight...

”In the end, we will be untouchable.” She crouches down and picks up the knife. You stumble as you are walking to get closer to her.

”Because where we’re going, we will finally be together.” She concludes her speech by standing up and looking at her reflection on the knife.

“Fat chance psycho.”

When she spots you on the knife, she turns around. You jump her and seize the knife away from her hands. She anticipates your move and sends a punch to your face.

A blinding light surrounds you. It dims down, but you’re not where you were. As you look around, everything changed. It’s a sunny day and you are in front of your house, looking at a grey sedan with a little girl in the front seat. She has a familiar pink color for her hair, but the eyes match your own.

”We could have had this, Anon.” Fluttershy moves in from beside you. She cups your cheeks and brings you in to what it seems like a kiss.

You receive a headbutt and stumble back. After rubbing your sore forehead, you look around to see that you are back on the rooftop.

”You refused and would try to get away from me?!” She brings out the knife. ”I won't let you do that. Not now or ever.” She takes a swing, but you avoid it by shifting your body weight to the side.

On the second swing, it cuts past the first later on your sweater. With each swing, the blade cuts deeper though your sweater and gets closer to your skin. On the fifth swing, she cuts the left side of your cheek. You notice that she is aiming higher, so you grab her arm before she could get another chance. This needs to end before you get hurt. You duck and move to the side and direct the knife into her stomach. After realizing on what you just did, you release her blood-soaked hands and back away.

“Flutters—“ Just as you were about to apologize, she yanks the kitchenware out and jabs it into your abdomen. When you look at your injury, she tightly grasps your shoulders and pushes you back. You stumble on the small concrete wall and fall back as Fluttershy keeps her grip on you. She appears to be half awake with what seems to be a slight smile creeping along.

As the two of you twirl around and descend to the ground, it slows down as your life flash before your eyes. What appears the most are the more recent events. The murders, your family and friends, Rainbow Dash. This wasn’t meant to happen... was it?

When you realize that the ground closes in front of you, the back of Fluttershy’s slams into the rough dirt on the ground. You landed on her body, but the force drives the kitchen knife deeper into you abdomen. You roll to the side and lay beside her, listening to the distant sirens. It slowly fades away as the sound of your blood rushing through your body grows louder and starts to drown away the rain. You start to feel numb from the chest and down, but you sense the grip of Fluttershy's hand on your own. Fluttershy still has that faint smile while looking directly into your eyes.

”Together, forever…”

In the background is a helicopter with its searchlight on, scanning the road beside you. As it dawns on you, the blinding white light surrounds you one more, and stays there.

Author's Note

And here it is. Was it worth it?

Chapter 1: Entrapped

A strong stench burns your nostrils. Your back and neck feels stiff for some reason. Wherever you are, it's freezing your own ass. Blink a few times and try to move your head. Your cranium is aching like hell. Oh God, you can't even walk home without getting kidnapped, or getting smacked in the head. The last thing you remember is a pipe, or maybe it was a block of wood struck you. You look down and see your clothes are stripped away.

"Mmph?" Some sort of cotton rag that's being held in your mouth by a thin line of rope. Or is it a shoe lace? Forget it, you've seem the news and some movies. What does matter is that you might get harvested for your organs. Maybe it's a group of cannibals that like to see their victims ripped apart! A door can be heard getting opened and closed right in front of you. It is too dark to see whoever is entering.

"Oh, you're finally awake." That voice... Please, it can't be her. Clearly this is some sick joke. Yeah! Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash put her up to this. There's probably a camera around here that's recording you from the start. This is a practical joke! A very extreme one at their best. Stripping you, taking you as hostage and recording this. Being a transfer student really does sucks. Maybe they're into humiliation, or BDSM, or whatever sick fetish. Even though that you are restrained, you shake around and try to force yourself out of the chair. "If I were you, I would relax and wait for what happens next." She walks out of the darkness and into the weak light, showing off her exposed body.

This is a damn-well great joke that they're playing here. You simmer down and just try to eye every part of her. "I've never done anything like this before, but it is for a good reason." You've figured anyone would do anything for money, but this is rather extreme. "I want to bear our children." You wait a while to process what she said. Once you realize, you strain your vocal chords by screaming into the odd hand towel. "Don't be like that, I'll treat you with so much care. For example, that towel is what I use to clean myself." Wait, this small rag is for her snatch? It explains why it leaves a somewhat bitter taste. "Please, just try to relax." She starts to rest a hand on each shoulder while getting on your lap. "It will all be a great experience for the both of us." You shake your head. When you stop, she slides her right hand down your chest.

"So you would like to leave instead?" While you nod, you can see slowly she reaches down into your center piece. You stop and watch as she grabs it and points it right under her. She uses her other hand to put it under her chin and to keep you leveled with her head. That sweet, subtle smile with those half lit eyes. Not even the burning cheeks on her face can hide whatever is going on in that lunatics mind. "Don't worry. Everything's going to be just fine." Her subtle voice doesn't keep you calm, since her other hand is fondling your pecker.

As you look into her eyes, it's just a blank-less stare back into your own. Wherever is that affable, courteous girl is no more. For fucks sake it's just, terrifying. Not even her heavy panting is showing that cute part. Every minute passing is just more unbearable from the last. Your bodies grow hotter, the pacing gets a little faster, and the small whimpers turn into satisfied moans. Even when she started off being a beginner, she can now keep up a steady pace while getting your tool inserted completely. It's just another minute before you can break.

"Come on, n-now." You shake your head while letting go some streams of tears away. She starts to untie the thin piece of rope that's keeping the rag in your mouth. As it comes off, she hold it in her hands. "Anything to say, sweetie?"

"This isn't worth it."

"Whatever do you mean?"

You keep your breathing in control. "I mean all of this... It's just, not a good time. We are in school, and- and we haven't even went out on a date or anything!"

"After this is over, there will be enough time for us." She says while trying to keep a humorless face. It doesn't last long when she continues forcing back down onto you. You try to muffle your own moans, while trying to reason what's left of her.

"Please! Anything else but this."

She sits down, letting your wick wait inside her warm walls. "I've only wanted a family that would care for me." She says in a monotone voice. It gives you a slight chill down your body. At least it blocks away the pleasure a little bit. Fluttershy continues going about, while keeping a steady eye contact with you.

"C-come on now, this is a great joke. Really, you got me."

She stops and curiously looks at you. "A joke?"

"Yeah! Come on, there has to be a camera somewhere, and your friends put you up to this!"

Her hand brings your head closer to hers. She leans in and whispers in your ear. "No one else is here but us, experiencing love at its finest."

"What did I ever did to deserve this?"

She goes back to meeting her face with your own. "What didn't you do to me is a better question." You sit there, questioning on what the hell she meant. "Everyone either pushes me aside or bullies me. Not even one person would ask me how was my day." Her enraged eyes dimmer down, showing her depression. "Then there's you. Beside my friends, you're the only person that would at least notice that I exist." You start to sink in the chair. Most of the time, you would just hang out with her friends. You never noticed that whenever you would just talk with her by yourself, it would be because the others talk with each other. "It's not even easy, since you're the only guy that hasn't even taunted me with rude names."

"I thought a girl like you would fit in fine."

"It's all lies!" She grabs a hold of your shoulder and shakes you around. "It's all lies..." Fluttershy stops the shaking and cries. "I made a promise that the first guy that was ever nice to me, I would do whatever it takes to keep him." She resumes bouncing on your sack, waking up your half massed wang. "And that's exactly what I'm doing." The small hops she makes turns into long insertions, giving you a full stroke inside her tense vulva. You almost hate to admit that it's a hell of an experience, only to hate it because she's trying to milk you out. If she keeps this up, there's no chance to hold it in much longer.

"Come on now, you can do this."

"What was that?"

"N-nothing, j-just, m-motivation that's all." She keeps on whispering to herself. Lines such as "Don't back out now," or "Keep it up." Is she really forcing herself to do this? Seeing her a while back, it's a slippery slope to ask her. You're actually feeling down for her. If you ever get out of here, you'll ask someone about her- Oh fuck, no. No, no. GODDAMNIT DON'T! You bite down on your lip and close your eyes and try to resist the urge. "A-are you okay?"

You don't say a word. Think of something to keep you down. She keeps on riding you with a slight increase of speed. ANYTHING! Dead kittens. Yeah, twelve dead kittens on the side of the road. A child in a car crash. No, think of something more subtle. Naked grandma! Yeah, that's working. Those wrinkles and liver spots. And those sagging tits hanging lower than a bag full of sand. Damn, it is working. Wait, that's a good thing.

"B-but, how are?" Now she is slamming into your lap while yelling. "You're going to cum for me, RIGHT NOW!"

The pain and pleasure... You're confused on which is which. Why can't she just give up? You open up your eyes to see her panting, while her eyes are closed. She must be going through the same experience as you are. When she opens up her eyes to look at you, there back to being half open.

"I've been waiting for this one ever since you were unconscious." She leans in and kisses your lips. No tongue action is involved. Only the light pecking and slight suction from her. It feels... so uplifting. You let the sensation take over and discharge what you have into her. The moment she notices this, her eyes light up and brings her head back. Her mouth is left wide open when she feels your sauce traveling inside. She stops moving and sits down in your lap with a unusual smile. "YES!"

What a cruel day. You thought that loosing your virginity would feel nice, but this is clearly the opposite. Then again, there is suicide. Wait, fuck that, you are not a coward! Although, you do fear the future. Screw it, you will tell people on what happened here. "You think this is over? Do you really expect on getting away with this?"

She only smiles while giving you that seductive, yet terrifying look in her eyes. "Y-yes." You jump back in your chair and wonder how is she so confident about this. "There might be some, troubles along the way. But know this; I'm the shy, quiet girl that gets picked on, while you're a new student. It's your story against mine, and I could just simply say that you raped me."

You lean in, trying to break free of your restraint to grab her. "Who is going to believe that!?"

"Everyone, of course. Even your own family would turn against you if they ever heard of this."

You end your attempt to get out of the chair and catch your breath. "Who are you?"

She just leans in and gives you the same kiss from before, only it's a second longer. After it's done, she slightly back away from your face. "I'm your woman. From now until the end." You lean your head to the left and try to breathe away. As you do, she gives you a kiss on the neck. "Would you like to go again?"

"I just want to go home now." You feebly say.

"Come now, we can stay here for a little bit longer." Fluttershy attempts to persuade you.

"Listen, I just want to sleep it off." She stands up a bit, and sits back down in your lap. Damn it, still sensitive!

"We can rest later, I'm sure you could go through one more sitting." She's been slamming back down into your pole for the last ten minutes. Noting but penetrate, smooch, and repeat. That same build-up is starting to rise again. Screw it, she's already knocked up, so there's nothing to loose. You let out a salvo into her warm pink snatch. "So warm~"

She gives you a hug and a long kiss. No matter how drained the both of you are, she keeps it there for a long time. You're getting sleepy from this uninterrupted fucking and kissing. Fluttershy ends the kiss, and watches you head into rest.

"Sleep well, honey~"

You wake up and look around to see that you are home, lying on your couch. All of your clothes are on, but you have a slight headache. "Ah, finally you're awake." Your mom walks into the room while carrying a tray with a chicken leg, a bowl of soup, and macaroni on the side.

"What happened?" You mutter out.

"It looked like you needed the rest, so I left you to sleep." You rub the back of your head and feel a slight bump on your head. Was it all a dream? Did you just fall and hit your head while walking home? "Oh, I forgot to mention that a friend of yours dropped you here when you were unconscious." Friend. She couldn't mean her. It just can't be. "I think her name was, Fluttershy?"

Now you wish you're actually dreaming, because this is a living nightmare. "Did she say anything?"

"Not much. She just said she found you on the sidewalk when she was walking home from the animal shelter, so she did her best to get you home." You want to speak up on what actually happened, but you remembered her words.

"It's your story against mine; I'm the shy, quiet girl that gets picked on, while you're a new student." You shiver on the thought of the whole town turning against you.

"Would you like for me to make you some more soup son? You kind of look cold for a moment there."

"No, I'm fine. Did she say anything else?"

"Hm, I did ask her if she would like to stay for dinner, but she said she needed to do some errands. However, she did promise that there is a next time." She's just full of surprises.

"Now, eat up. You've been gone for quite a while. I was so terrified, that I actually thought that you were abducted. How ridiculous was that!"

"Yeah, funny." You dolefully say while grabbing the plate and started to eat your meal.

"Personally, I like that girl. Even though I've only met her for a few minutes, she looked very sweet and polite." If only she knew. Your mom sits right beside you on the couch.

"Anon, we know that your last school didn't turn out so well, but this is a new start. You can start off by going out with someone." Oh great, here we go. "Yes, I'm jumping to conclusions here, but she just might be the one." You stop eating and look at her. "Come on now, don't look at me like that. You haven't been dating for so long, and this girl seems very great. I really do see something special in this one." You put the plate on the table in front of you.

"Tell me; is this because of what I said a long time ago?" You say while swallowing. She seems concerned by your choice of words.

"I'm sorry?"

"We've had this discussion for so long. Ever since that I've started high school, you and dad always push me to get a girlfriend."

"But honey, it's best to get some experience." You've had too much in just one day. "Yes, school is important, but also interaction with others. Me and your father want you to be prepared for when you want to take a serious relationship." You shake your head. "Don't be like that. You should know about the circle of life. We created you, so that you could continue on the cycle."

"And that you really wanted grandchildren." You add on.

"Well, that too."

"Mom, I'm not so sure about this." She looks sterned by your rejection.

"Anon, this isn't much for a debate. Your father and I agreed to have you to continue this on. Who knows, she just might become your wife someday." Great, all you need is a golden ring and everything is complete. She grabs your hand and looks at you. Her face shows a little bit of disappointment. "Please Anon, consider about taking the opportunity. We don't want you to turn out like your uncle."

"Yes, yes. He went crazy and spends most of his time watching some cartoon, now can I finish my food?" She lets you go and stands up.

"I just hope that you consider what we talked about." You grab your plate from the table and resume eating. She groans while standing up."You're just like your father." She says as she exits the living room.

You really want to tell her, but there is no point to it. She'll either call you insane, or be happy that she's finally becoming a grandmother. And those are the good scenarios. What could happen is that she would believe Fluttershy's alibi. You feel a little heartbroken that it will take three to four months to let everybody notice what's going on with her. There isn't much to do. Skipping out of town is barely an option. A debit card could take you so far, along with hijacking one of your parents vehicles. It would only take a few days to weeks for them to find you, and force you back in the situation. You grip the fork out of sheer anger and drive it into the chicken breast. Keep on eating and thinking on what will you make out your life from now on.

After half an hour of that, nothing seems to pull through. Seems like Fluttershy really has you wrapped around her finger. You hear the front door being opened and closed.

"I'm home! Hey there son." You dad walks in and sits on his leather chair. "Everything going okay for you?" You put the plate back in the table and look at him.

"It's just, I'm not really thinking straight." He starts to get comfortable, but keeps trying to look sincere.

"Is it about that girl your mom kept on telling me on the phone?"

"She told you?"

"Oh yes, went on how nice she looked and acted. Also saving you from lying on the sidewalk. What happened to you? Did you get into something?" You rub the back of your head and think of something on the spot.

"I, don't feel like talking about it." What the hell was that?!

"Ah, a fight, wasn't it? Don't worry, I won't tell your mother." How fortunate, you didn't even have to say anything. "Besides that, this girl sounds very good, and can be that one you need."

"Dad, I have other things to focus on." He gets out of his comfy state and leans out to you.

"Son, you've spent three years learning from nothing but books and television. Maybe it's time to get some actual experience in life. Make this year something different."

"But dad, there's a future to work for." Your say with a slight sense of hope that he'll understand.

"Study and work so you don't get an awful job, we both know that. But without continuing, is there really much to live for?" You really never thought of that before. Occasionally, you would always think that being successful is happiness, while everything else is pointless, especially the future.

"I've never thought about the future that much. Just right now so it won't be that bad."

"Without offspring, there is no future." He just stares at you for a few moments before standing up. "Well, I'll go find something to eat. You should really think about that girl, I wouldn't mind meeting her."

When will anyone ever meet the actual Fluttershy? He walks into the kitchen and starts to talk with your mom. You can overhear their conversation. At first, it's the usual "How was your day," small talk, but jumps to your potential girl. It makes you feel empty, and worried about what is anything about your future. There is murder, but you would spend the rest of your life in jail. Shit, you are running out of ideas.

You get up and take your tray to clean it in the sink at the kitchen. They keep on going about her and you, even if you're right there. You leave to enter your room and lay on your bed. You stare at the ceiling, wondering what is life worth to you. Keep on staring at the ceiling for what it feels like forever, but when you check your phone, it was actually two hours. You grab your blanket and go for some rest, expecting that the answer will come to you in the morning.