It's a nice sunny day as ever.
My name is Roseluck, the sun is shining outside the kitchen, so brightly it glows light through my glass door. It provides sight and ease of passage in my home. I like seeing the morning rays come down to meet my shadow. It's a nice feeling, like a surprise party that doesn't have any loud ponies lying about how happy they are to know me. It's so much better this way when you have the peace of morn.
The cries of nature such as birds chirping and the breeze blowing outside help me so greatly. Hearing her sing is a blessing. It's so quiet here where I live and I don't even bother to make a noise by how stagnantly perfect it is. Talking is for chumps anyways, all I need is the serenity of no pony else.
My dandelion sandwich tastes a bit stale today. Even before I made it I knew the ingredients weren't fresh. It didn't matter to me, I rarely ever eat much and I conserve more resources. Less time around others is what I always think. Going outside always meant trouble, there was no way in Tartarus I will allow myself more than a single bit of direct eye contact with anypony.
I hate them all, I don't want anymore ponies looking at me. I know they're up to something, they always are and betrayal is something I can't stand.
Never again.
The bright light has lost its power. No matter how much I wish it, the fun has faded away.
I hate remembering things. They always cause discomfort.
There's so much crusty stuff everywhere. Every time I set down my sandwich on the table next to the fridge, it gets covered in the bits of grey. I used to hate that, but now it doesn't bother me as much. It's hard to forget the gritty and sour bite of crunching on it. I sometimes want to throw up when I ingest too much of it. Fighting the urge is always another past-time I've built.
It's always best to eat as much before you can't hold it any longer and vomit. I try every day to keep my limit higher so my body can tolerate it more. I mean, where else is all this going to go?
I couldn't possibly put it outside, putting it inside me is the only way.
Eating so much of it always makes me covered in it. Grey is hugging me, trying to comfort me in these trying times I'm having. The thing is, I don't know what the crusty stuff is talking about.
I've never been happier.
Well, now I have to go release the crusty friends from me. The only way that can happen is if I visit the shower. It's like magic, going in and turning the knob, water splashes everywhere and I'm all drenched. But, grey doesn't worry about me anymore, crusty stuff is free.
The best part of my day is here. It always happens after cleaning up, but I get to be with my precious towel. It always dries me no matter how long I use it and it never stops. It's the only thing that hasn't left me, we've been best friends for so long.
A dance with him is always a treat. Wiping over my shoulders and cleaning my privates so gently, he treats me in such a correct way. It never feels bad to let him close. Even as friends, he knows correct respect when the job is done and sits perfectly still on the wall. I try my best to even him out before letting him rest. I just can't let him be sloppily thrown like any other crude towel.
This one is precious to me.
I always wanted to wash him so he could be smelling scented and good. The problem is that... I would have to go outside. No matter how many times it would be best, it's not gonna happen. Why am I even having these thoughts at this point, so much daydreaming.
Time to sleep, it's getting really dark now. My room feels the same, a bed, cups everywhere, clothing everywhere. The bed sounds really nice at this point. I think I'll go do that.
The covers are always messy, there's no reason to bother with them when you lay in there for hours. My body rests in the mattress and there is a broken hole that won't let me sleep straight. Only one side works, but it functions anyways for sleeping, so it doesn't matter.
What a long day, at least I'll get to see the sun tomorrow again.
One of my only friends.
Roseluck...
"What!?"
I wake up to that sound. It sounds familiar, but I can't remember.
It's really dark, there's nothing to see when it's this late. My lights don't work any more. My door is closed, yet it's opening by itself. How is it doing that? I'm kinda scared now.
It's so dark, but it's nothing to worry about. Nothing to fear at all. I've walked through the house before at night when it's dark. It's always interesting to be afraid. Could someone be home?
I've got to go see my towel, I don't want them to steal it.
To the bathroom I run to, it's right across where my room is, just opposite my door. Inside, I feel the curtains, the metal pole, and, and...
It's gone, my towel is gone.
Come out...
"Gasp!"
The voice, it's so calm. It came from outside, should I leave the bathroom?
I guess so, he has my towel and I'm going to get it back.
Poking my head out from the exit, it's just too scary to fully go through.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
It was my red towel, floating in the air, but as if he was still flat on the towel rack. Something didn't feel right about this. I exit the bathroom completely; my arm itches too much.
Come play with me
It suddenly moves to the living room, there's nothing that can be seen and hidden away from the moonlight. I'm so terrified, wait no, this is my friend. He wouldn't hurt me, he's always been there along with the sun. I step into the darkness, it's not so bad as long as my friend is here.
Keep going, Roseluck
Now I can't see anything. My towel is hanging at the end of the darkness. He's just waiting for me.
I catch up to him.
And, I realize it.
There is some pony behind the towel. The towel falls on the floor. All I see is a tall figure with smiling teeth and bright eyes. I back up and scream.
I'm running now.
All I can do is run.
I'm outside and I can't stop running.
He could be chasing me, my old fiance could be chasing me.
He's come back to hurt me again.
I won't let it happen.
I can't stop breathing, can barely think.
It's not as dark outside.
It doesn't smell.
Wait, is that... Ponyville?
And, is that another friend? The Sun has returned to me? Well, I won't lose you like I lost my other friend. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth with your bright sunny light and the chirping of the birds and the peace of no pony else...
What a morning it had been for Twilight Sparkle. One second she has a new book to fit in her library. The next she finds a crazed pony who was so skinny to the point where her ribcage could be seen, frightened out of her mind. Talking about incoherence, from towels to her old fiance betraying her. Truth be told, no pony had seen Roseluck for months. Every pony thought she may had taken a trip or went to live with said fiance she was planning to marry.
They seemed so happy together, those two going at it in public view. Kissing and being so romantic, it seemed like a perfect fit.
What could have happened that would've caused all of this!?
Whatever it may seem, she is already turned to the psyche ward in the Ponyville Hospital.
Celestia forbid whatever might have happened. Still, it might be a good story to tell Spike once I get home.
What a morning it surely was.
