The Lone Cabin

The rusty hinges on the door squeaks. You wake up, dazed to where you’re at. It seems to be a dream, only to appear dark with light coming from small spaces. The sound of what is seems to be is footsteps moves around, but stops halfway in the darkness. A curtain moves to the side, letting dim light of the early morning beam in. You look down to avoid the light from irritating your eyesight. You hear some scraping on the wooden floor from the side of you, followed by a few more footsteps and something getting unzipped. You blink a few times before looking up, wishing that this is still a dream. That bear arm that was on the floor is now back in place. Fluttershy is looking humming a tune that you’ve never heard of while she looks through her backpack that is sitting on the bed to the side of you. She looks over her shoulder to see how you are.

”Ah, you’re awake.” She says when pulling out a water bottle and a granola bar.

“I wish I wasn’t,” you speak in a low tone.

”Don’t say that. You’ll get used to this for a while.”

“Yeah, getting tied to a pole seems to be doing just fine.”

"That wasn’t what I meant.”

“Not from where I’m at,” you snicker.

”You need to understand that you need me,” she brings up.

“If that was the case, this possibly wouldn’t happen.”

”I know that getting held against your will isn’t satisfying, but I’m doing what I can to make you comfortable. Unless, if this is your thing.” She suggests. “Is it?” You stay silent, unsure if you should answer that. "I guess we'll find out when we're out of here."

"Need I ask once more? When will I leave?" You beckon for an answer. She unravels the granola bar and uncaps the water bottle.

”You will leave when you have accepted me into your life.” When the wrapper is off, she holds it close to you. You choose to ignore it and ask her another question.

“What if I deny it?” She holds the granola bar for a while and only gives you a worrisome look on her face.

”I can only wish for that to never happen.”

“But it’s happening now.” You say, dragging her into reality.

”That’s true, only for now.” Fluttershy moves the granola bar closer to your face, allowing you to eat it. You then wash the taste away by guzzling down the water bottle. She rubs the side of your face with her other hand when she holds the bottle for you to drink. ”There we go, anything else?”

“How about a bathroom break, would that be fine?” Fluttershy goes back to her bag and pulls out a bed pan from her backpack. “You’re kidding.”

Fluttershy just scowls when she brings it closer. ”Just try to stand up.” You bring your legs to your chest and try to stand up, but wobble halfway. ”That’s good enough.” She says when slipping it under you. ”Hold on, let me get you ready.”

“This is just degrading.” She undoes your pants and slips it to your ankles. When Fluttershy grabs your underwear, she looks away. “What?”

”I’m not looking, I swear!” She justifies when sliding it down.

“Okay then? Can you at least leave, I’d like to have some—“ She keeps her head in the opposite direction and stand up to run off. "-privacy." It is still wrapped around there pretty good, yet your wrists are barely any better from last night. “FUCK!” You shout out.

”Is everything alright?!” You can hear from the wall on the opposite side of the cabin. Once you give it another go, you realize that it’s even tighter than before. This must be a unique knot, since it tightens as you pull. ”Anon, I’m getting worried.”

“Yes, I’m fine!” You stop and think what you’re going to do now. There is the shit container under you. May as well use that.

That was a very unsettling five minutes of your life that you used up just to piss. Maybe you should have sat down to make it easier. The stink is starting to get unbearable, so you call her back in. When she does, she brings her shirt up to cover her nose. ”A-are you sure that—“

“Yes, just get it out of here.” You order her. She turns her head away once more to use the other hand that wondrously pats the ground, until she grabs it and pulls it away. You sit down and watch her rushing to the door and goes to a nearby bush to dump it. She sets it outside and comes back in. ”You’re not a fan of leftovers?”

“I barely get enough bravery to clean up after the animals.” She goes through her backpack to bring out a wet wipe.

“Huh, I thought you loved taking care of them.”

”I really do, but there are some parts that gets me… uncomfortable. I still do it, no matter on how much I deny it.”

“Wow, that’s actually very brave of you to do so.” Her face tints to a subtle red shade. ”I’d hate to break it to you, but I still have my pants down and an unclean ass.”

In a way, you regret asking that request, but she was fine with it. At least you won’t have an itchy asshole during your stay here. It’s a good thing that she had a roll of toilet paper with her. And a pair of gloves too. With a plastic bag. She really did prepare for this. ”There, I’ll be back later today to feed you again.” She says when zipping up your pants.

“What am I supposed to do?”

”Hmm,” she goes back to her backpack and pulls out a rabbit. “Angel here will keep you company.” She lets him scurry around on the floor and sniff you. He doesn’t do anything but just wanders around you. ”It looks like he likes you.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” Your snarky reply didn’t go unnoticed.

”He normally defecates all over the person that he meets.”

“I guess it’s an honor he didn’t.”

She picks up her backpack and heads for the door. ”I’ll come back later today to see how you two are doing.”

“Is this going to be a thing now? You’ll just stop by a couple times every day just to make sure I’m fine?”

”Except the weekend, I will be around for most of the day.”

“I’m feeling a little neglected here.” You jokingly say.

”Aw, don’t you worry about it. I will make sure that every time I’m here, it will be more memorable than the last.” She blows a kiss to your general direction before opening the door.

“It will be, and I’ll make sure of it.” She didn’t’ hear you mumble that as the door starts to close. The rabbit moves around then gets comfortable by pitting his head beside your leg. “At least I have you.” As he lowers his ears, he starts to snooze off. "Kind of."

The rest of the morning was uneventful. The hazy late afternoon sun partially lights the cabin. Angel just finished hopping around the cabin, almost as if he’s looking for something. He sniffs your pockets and then goes right back to sleeping. Looks like he wants something, but he can’t reach it. At least this is cutting your irrational use of technology habit. The only downfall is that you are beyond boredom for the last few hours. It ends when the door opens up and quickly closes. ”Hello?” Angel’s ears perk up.

“I’m still alive.” You look up to see that warming (yet now deceitful) smile hat she has. You currently wait for whatever she has in her bag that is in her hands.

”Sorry for taking so long. I know that you two must be hungry, so I have something that might make it up.” She pulls out a clear container, containing some kind of mish mash of something red with white waves. ”It's, um, lasagna? I tried to keep it like the way it is, but everything kind of fell apart. I-it still, uh, tastes good?” Fluttershy scrunches her mouth and raises her shoulders in embarrassment. She starts to shake around, almost as if she is about to have a nervous breakdown.

“It’s fine, really. I wouldn’t mind trying some.” The shaking stops. Now that she has her shoulders lowered and half smile, she seems to be relaxed.

”It’s something that my mother taught me a year ago. I-I thought you might like it.” She gets out a fork and pops the container open. After a bite or two, you’re already set to call it delicious. ”How is it? Is there too much sauce or not enough cheese?” Her smile seems to be fading.

“Mm, it’s great.” She reassures her smile and digs the fork in to give you another bite.

Half an hour has went by with some saucy dinner and some light conversation, and by light, it was more of Fluttershy just talking about her day. It seemed like the usual; her friends barely put any intention to her at lunch, she shook her chair around when the teacher called on her to recite a few lines from a short story in literature. You've heard worse, and this is actually one of her good days. ”It’s wonderful to know that you enjoy my cooking.”

You finish up on your last bite from her home cooking. “How could I not? I rarely go for something that’s homemade.”

She put the empty container away and brings out a carrot. ”You don’t eat much at home?”

“Not really. I just eat whatever they serve at school and at a few restaurants.” Angel gets up, noticing that the carrot is in Fluttershy’s hand. She lowers it to the floor and lets Angel smell it.

”That doesn’t sound very healthy.”

“It works for me.”

”Why can’t you or your parents make something?”

“The last time I tried to make a bowl of cereal, it went into flames.” Angel nibbles at the carrot, and then takes it. Fluttershy chuckles at your unrealistic situation.

“I wish I was joking.”

”That, actually happened?” She sounds uncertain if such a thing could happen.

“Yeah, but I never noticed that the stove was on, so that is my fault.”

She chuckles again, slightly louder from before. When Fluttershy stops, she clears her throat. “But, that is really unfortunate of you to have that.”

“I can’t say that I’ve had worse, but at least it puts a smile on some people.”

”It did get me to laugh. What about your parents?”

“They aren’t that focused to make a meal for the family.”

”What do you mean?”

“I barely get to see them. It’s not like they have all the time in the world.”

Fluttershy gets on her knees, leaving Angel to finish off his carrot. ”Why is that?”

“They constantly work. I can’t force them to stop, or else we would end up somewhere even worse.” You clarify.

”It seems like you’re getting neglected.” She assumes.

“As if. They just work so that I can experience all the good things in life.”

”What about love? When was the last time you ever gave them a hug or even told them that you love them?” Just as you’re about to speak, you can’t. She was right something was missing. ”Money can buy a lot of things, but not love.”

“Depends on what they are looking for.”

”Anon, that’s just a relationship full of lies.”

“Not if it’s with a hooker.” You jokingly toss in a reason.

”That means nothing. It’s just two strangers in a room with no bond whatsoever.” You would call out on what this is, but you’ve had a history with Fluttershy. ”I can sense that you’re misguided, but I can help you with that.”

“I’m not sure. Technically, you guided me into a trap.”

”It wasn’t a trap, damnit!” You sit back, slightly surprised from her outcry. Angel jumps away from his scrapped dinner and scurries right beside you. ”I did on what I could and I’ll still keep on trying.” He stands right beside your pocket and goes right back to sniffing it. ”I don’t care on how long that the two of us will be in here. There are other ways to get you to see things right.”

“Then give out the best you’ve got, because you might need all the time in the world.”

”Then I’ll make it work.” Angel starts to nudge the opening to your pocket.

“Your furry friend has been interested to my pants for the entire morning.”

”Angel? What’s wrong?” Fluttershy moves him over and examines your inventory by sliding a hand inside. ”P-pardon me.” You don’t even mind, it’s not like there is anything important in there. That quickly changes when she pulls out your phone. ”Uh, sorry.”

“If you’re going to use it, can you at least keep away from Candy Smash?”

”I would, but it’s dead.” She leaves it alone by setting it aside on the floor.

“Oh.”

”This doesn’t make sense. Angel wouldn’t be interested in this.” Fluttershy goes back to digging in your pocket to pull out a half empty bag of peanuts.

“Huh, I totally forgot that I was eating those.” She clenches the bag of honey-roasted nuts in her hands and discards it by tossing the bag into her backpack. “Hey, I still want to eat them!”

”Uh, sorry. These aren’t healthy for Angel, and they look somewhat old.”

“You could have just left it.”

”I can’t, Angel would have found a way to eat them.”

“Great, why don’t you take my pho-oh.” Fluttershy picks up the object you were speaking of and puts it on the table.

”Don’t worry about it, I’ll just put it there. It must’ve been uncomfortable with that in there.”

“It did jab me when I would move.”

”I guess I did you a favor?” She says with optimism.

“Hey, you know what would be a great favor?” You try to lure her into persuasion.

”Forget it Anon, I’m not untying you.”

“Dammit all!” She goes through her bag to pull out a spray can and a bandage roll.

”Why are you so eager to leave?” Fluttershy questions.

“Aside from the fact that I have worried my own parents from being gone for this long, I wouldn’t mind a warm shower.”

”Anon, they would have done that a while ago.”

“They are planning it... are they?” You ask out of skepticism, knowing that someone must have realized your absence. Fluttershy says nothing as she unravels the bandage to change it. She takes a piece of your shirt away when throwing the stained bandage away. “Why do you need that?”

”It’s just for something I’ll need really soon.” When she uses the spray on your chest, you jump from how cold the pressurized liquid-like mixture lands on your scarred chest. ”Okay! I’ll stop. I don’t want you to get sick from an infection.”

“That you kind of caused?”

She starts to unravel it to give you a new roll. ”Maybe not.”

“What? Did you think that I could forget it easily?” You demand, clearly stating that she is the one who caused the damage.

”It would be easier if you could.”

“No, I’m not forgetting it. That shit is hard to forget when I’m constantly starting at my own scars.”

”Instead of looking at them, maybe you should keep your focus on me.” Maybe you shouldn’t but... Her gentle grasp on your hand gets your attention, and those mesmerizing blue eyes with a lopsided smile that appears to suit her is the only thing that is the center of your attention. She moves closer to wrap the bandage around you. What she’s unaware of is that you’re currently inhaling in her pink hair that is relatively the scent of honeysuckle. Her hands move around your back, being very cautious on bringing them back around to finish up by binding them together. ”Is that better?” She asks when backing away from you.

“Yes, it is.”

”So, ehm, enjoying our high school?”

"It's not bad. The teachers can be — hold up, this is some sort of trick, isn’t it?” You immediately jump on.

”What do you mean? I just wanted to know if you’re fine with the school.“ Fluttershy genuinely sounds bemused by your assumption. You’re not completely sure if she’s capable of lying, but how she reacted did sound authentic to your suspicion. It’s best on not to ruin the moment, since she is at least trying to talk. Then again, you unnoticeably did talk to her the other times, but this is somewhat different. Okay, maybe not, but you’re still being kept here against your will, and that’s something to remember.

Hours filled with various conversations passed by. Some was small talk, others was getting to know each other. When Fluttershy isn’t hanging out with the group or at the shelter, she spends some time with Rarity by going to various places in the mall, or just by sipping some tea in each other’s house. When it isn’t with Rarity, it’s Rainbow Dash that yanks her into things, such as cheering her on in one of her games or making sure that she is still kept in shape by recording her practices. ”It’s good that I have them, but we don’t really do on what I want on most of the time.” You would throw out a harsh insult, preferably on how she smells after attending the animals. But after that pleasant aroma her hair casts out, you withdraw the idea.

“What do you want to do?” You ask out of interest.

She smiles at your curiosity. ”Just, going outdoors or seeing new places. I haven’t gone out much, except the rallies Rainbow pushes me to go for and the same hair salon that Rarity takes me every few weeks.”

“It sounds like it gets dreadful over time.”

”It’s fine, really. But when it’s all that they wanted to do, it tends to get weary for me.”

“You haven’t tried to talk to them about it?”

”I tried, but as usual they would brush it off and pretend it never happened.” You would ask if they ever were curious about what she did, but that seems unlikely. She covers her mouth with her left hand as she yawns.

”It’s been great talking with you for the evening, but I should head home.”

”I still can’t believe that this is my new lifestyle for now on.”

She approaches you and crouches, putting a hand over your left shoulder. ”It won’t be like this forever,” She moves her hand higher. It slides over your neck and stops when it is over your cheek. ”Unless, if there is a problem with me taking care of you, then you already know about it.”

You may have the idea, but it’s an unpleasing thought to where you could end up as the last guy who was with her. “If you were going to kill me, then make it quick.”

She backs her hand away from you, startled by your ideal fate. ”What?! N-no! I mean that we would be here for some time.” You just shut your mouth and think if she really wants to keep you or even has the slightest thought of killing you. She gives you a quick peck on the lips before getting up. ”Just relax. Before you know it, we’ll be out of here as a happy couple.” Fluttershy leaves Angel with you and heads for the door.

“In your own twisted fantasy that’ll happen.”

She stops in her tracks, keeping her head in the same direction. ”This is reality, Anon. Learn to face what is a possibility and a liability.” Fluttershy resumes her way out, refusing to look back.

“I should keep my big mouth shut.” You hear some light coughing from below you. Angel has his paws crossed and is tapping one of them on the ground. “Come on, you’ve had problems with her.” He shakes his head. “What about her? Does she ever had it bad at home?” He seems to shrug at your question. That’s strange, but it could mean anything. “I’m talking to a fuzzy bunny. Maybe I have finally lost it.” He shakes his head and resumes his foot tapping. “Whatever you say. You may want to get comfy, because we’re going to be in here for a while.”

He hops over you and stands on your chest. Angel uses his ears as a substitute to slapping you with hands by tilting his head forward and shaking it. “Hey! Cut it out!” He does, giving you an unsettling glare when setting his head upright. “At least you will get out of here alive.” He arches his head forward when hopping off your chest. Angel curls right beside you and starts to snooze off. You’re not so optimistic on getting out of here, but not so cheery on being with a psycho. Decisions, decisions… Maybe you’ll come to one when you sleep it over.