You knock on the door. Your clothes should be done, all you need to do is to get them and head home. The door opens up, but something is out of place. "Hey there Fluttershy, nice outf-"
"I am not Fluttershy, I am Bloodycry."
"Bloody what?"
"It's part of transforming myself from a doormat to someone who stands up for herself. My image represents the darkness of humanity, the red is the blood that cloaks me, I am invulnerable, I am untouchable!"
"Uh, great? Listen, I just came by to pick up my laundry, remember, my washer broke and I had to use yours?"
"You dare ask me, the Princess of Darkness to do your laundry?"
"No, it's already done, I came by to pick it up-"
"Fool, you dare not tempt me, I am a sorceress of evil black magic, I can curse you in over a thousand different ways! Feeeeeeeear me!" You sigh.
"So Bloodycry can I get my clothes?"
"I don't know, can you?" She mocks. You don't have time for this.
"May I get my clothes?"
"Since you asked, sure." She steps aside, allowing you to enter. "What's the special occasion?"
"What, is my laundry that weird?"
"You brought in nothing but a white shirt and black pants."
"And a pair of black socks. I swear, if they aren't inside the dryer, you better pray to Satan about your safety."
"Don't be ridiculous, Anon. It's Cthulhu that I await, for he shall bring havoc and mayhem to this wretched world." You try to hold back from laughing, but it's proven to be a challenge to how serious she is with this. Instead, you keep on walking and make it down to her basement.
"So, why the whole appearance?"
"Don't you get it? I have been doing this for the last two weeks. How can you fail to notice?"
"That explains the different eyeshadow." She grunts. "Come on, you barely made any eye contact when I met you. What made you think that I would notice anything?"
"What about everything else?" You take a good look at her current attire. Bloodycry has a few wristbands from various bands, a single black highlight in her hair with a bat hairpin. Her clothes look similar on how she used to dress, but all of it is now dark purple. "Do you like them? I was thinking about Green Day or My Chemical Romance."
"Why don't you get a Nickleback wristband instead?"
"Who?" You turn back around to dig your pants and fortunately enough, two black socks out of her dryer. "I have been thinking for a few days about what happened to your washing machine." You stop. "What happened to it?"
Two weeks ago...
You shove the bag filled with bricks down the washing machine and slam the lid down. "Ready?" You sit on top of the lid.
"Anon, I'm not sure about this."
"If we can't go to the amusement park, then we'll being the amusement to us."
"That doesn't even make any sense."
"We can't use my car to head there, so we may as well come up with the next best thing."
"By using your washing machine?" He speculates.
"No shit. Anymore questions?"
"Aren't you worried about breaking something?"
"Nah, it'll be fine." You say as if it was nothing.
"Why can't we use your car again?"
"My parents took it away after we used it for last weeks drag race."
"That's the last time I'm going in the same car with you."
"Hey, we won."
"And almost got arrested for passing that red light."
"But, thanks to that red light, we won." Norman sighs. "Just plug it in!" He plugs the extension cord it into an outlet near the back door. You set it to heavy duty and slam the start button. There was nothing but a small rumble in the first few seconds, but then came the mother of all tremors.
"How is it?"
"Swe-e-e-e-et." It then violently jumps, moving side-to-side with each hop. You bounce off of it when you could not get a good grasp on it. Norman stops it by unplugging the cord.
"Are you OK?"
"What a rush, you're next!"
"I think I'll pass."
"Bet you ten that you can't outlast me." He looks at the machine before looking straight at you.
"You're on." While you run back to the outlet, he jumps on. Without a second thought, you plug it in and watch. It goes the same for him, except the machine acts up early. Norman slides around, but stops when he grabs the panel. He holds on for a good two minutes until he springs off, landing on his arm. "FUCK!" The machine starts to wildly leap around, tilting from each bound. You unplug it, leaving the machine stuck on one of its legs. As you run over, it breaks, starting to fall right for Norman. You tackle for the machine and go head on. It falls back and hits the ground with a loud slam. The front panel on the washing machine pops off, along with the lid opening up. As the partially damaged bricks slide out, you reach out and pick Norman off the ground. "AGH! Fuck!"
"Okay, we're going for a walk."
"The hospital is three miles away!"
"And the only car that I could drive is gone. Do you have any other idea?"
"What about... No." He mumbles. "Fine, let's--"
"Anon! What are you doing!?" Your mother drops her folder when running into the backyard.
"H-hey mom, I was--"
"Risking your own life for some cheap thrill!?" She interrupts you. You and Normal look at each other.
"You could say that."
"And now he's hurt. What were you thinking!?"
"That a beautiful woman could help us?" Norman tries to get on her good side.
She rolls her eyes. "I swear, if your ancestors were alive to see this, they would disown you."
"They would actually disown you for raising me." You whisper to Norman.
"What was that?"
"Can we at least get a ride to the hospital?"
Back to today...
You fold your socks together. "It broke down."
"How?" She continues to question.
"Just like every other machine; over time."
"Okay then. That just leaves one more question; why is this certain getup so important? Someone special?"
"If you must know, it is for my family." You slam the door and grab your folded clothes.
"What's wrong with them?"
"My parents have been in a slump with their relationship for... some time. Now I'm going out of my way to rekindle that spark in their relationship." You walk up the stairs and walk down the hallway. Bloodycry follows you.
"Is it that bad?"
"As far that I'm concerned, they fight over worthless arguments."
"Like what?"
"Two days ago, they complained on who didn't put in a new roll of toilet paper. Luckily, they didn't realize that I was the last one to use the bathroom." She chuckles before cleaning her throat.
"How devious of you." She tries to sound uninterested. "Almost nothing to what I did last week."
"What did you do?"
"I checked out a book and turned it in a day after it was due."
"Okay then."
"Oh, that's not enough?" She sounds intimidated. "If you must know, I didn't cry when Mufasa died."
"You must have watched that scene ten times just to get over it. Anything else?"
"I stubbed my toe last week and only cried for twenty minutes?"
"Fine, I get it. What's next, you're going to read me a poem?" You stop to turn around and see her unfolding a piece of paper. When you start to pass the door to her room, something bothers you. "Are you burning sage?" She backs away to reach for the door handle.
"No?" And just like that, she goes inside. She comes back out, brushing her fingers against her skirt. "Not anymore."
"You need to get outside more often."
"I do go out." She madly replied.
"School and the animals does not count."
"Then... YOU should get out as well! Starting now."
"Fine, only if you let me find out on what you're hiding in there."
"First you taunt me and NOW you bother with making petty agreements?"
"If you have nothing to hide, then you have no problem on allowing me to go inside."
"The Princess of Darkness refuses to let you into her domain."
"Afraid that I'll be right?"
"I am not afraid! I just... it's messy, okay. Now will you leave it alone?"
"So is my room, but I still let me friends in. Face it, you have no excuse."
"I, erm... fine, but just a quick peep, understand?" Bloodycry turns the doorknob and leaves the door barely open. From where you're standing, you can't see shit. "That should be enough." You slide your arm around her and hold it from closing.
"Oh no, don't pull that shit with me."
"What? You've seen my room, now you can--" As you straighten your arm, you push the door open and get her to back away. "Go." You walk in, surveying the room from what has changed. It doesn't look too different to how it was the first time she invited you a few weeks ago. One of the few things that truly changed is that her bedspread once was butterflies with flowers is now purple and black with a flourish design. The wall that had posters of animals in their natural habitat is now replaced with a Slayer poster and some landmarks that went through a noir filter. Her desk has-- you guessed it, the sage sticks that you predicted earlier. There are two books sitting right beside it. One is from Edgar Allan Poe, whereas the other is from H.P. Lovecraft. Right behind them is a ouija board. Hold on...
You grab the board and waive it around. "What the fuck is this shit?" She walks closer to take the board out of your hands.
"I am a sorceress of evil black magic, remember?"
"That explains the damn smell. What else have you done?"
"Nothing, as of yet." You look at her desk once more. With the board out of the way, you did overlook something. There is some pill bottles scattered around. You pick one up and read it. Before you could finish, she takes it away. "Don't you have any respect for other people's stuff?"
"Do you really need an answer for that?" She crosses her arms and gives you a dirty look. "Although I do need an answer to what that is."
"Why should I? You have already seen enough, now you should leave."
"Not until I know why do you need them." Bloodycry tosses the empty bottle in a bin. She moves you away to grab the other one and puts it in a purse covered with studs.
"You wouldn't understand." It's starting to come together. Rebellious, this weird getup, her change.
"Are those antidepressants?" The look in her eyes shift.
"So what if they are?"
"How long have you been taking this stuff?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes, it does."
"Because you feel guilty now, is that it?" She starts to raise her voice. "I swear, day in and day out, people expect me to be nice and always be the quiet one to agree with everything." She approaches you and points a finger at the door. "Not anymore, I'm fed up with all of it, so I want you out of here now!" You stand there, thinking that there must be a way to get Bloody here to see the light of day.
"Fine, but--"
"This better be good." Clearly annoyed, she cuts you off.
"You come along with me." She lowers her arm.
"Why?"
"Clearly you need to strengthen it out more by trying it out on someone first. If your friends still don't by it, then you can work on it with me." She thinks about it.
"I'm not sure. You're not wrong about my friends, but why would you help me?" You itch the back of your hand.
"I'm not gonna lie but I'll probably hate myself for saying it. I was in your position before." Bloodyshy raises her eyebrows.
"You have?"
"Yes. Maybe not the whole act that you've been putting on, but yeah."
"What did you do?"
"Can I tell you on the way? Seriosuly, I'm boiling some vegetables on an open stove."
"You can cook?"
"Fuck, it's one question after another." You whisper. "Not really, but I picked up a recipe from the Internet to make a meal for tonight."
"That sounds nice." She coughs. "For you and all."
"Now can we go?" You open the door up, leading the way out.
"I guess." She grabs her purse from the table and follows you out of the room. Once she's done organizing the contaiments of her purse, you lead her outside. It is a clear, bright day. Not too hot or cold for anyone to wear a sweater or shorts. "Darn sunlight." She moves a hand over her eyes.
"See? You need some fresh air."
"Yeah, yeah." She waives off your observation.
You guide her down the street, trying to answer some of her questions. Thankfully it is only a couple of blocks to get to her house.
"Before we talk about anything, I just wanted to remind you that I didn't get a clear answer on why would you help me."
"It just seemed sudden for you to act like this."
"Because no one has been paying attention to me." Great, here we go.
"At least you have my attention, so take that however you want."
"It's a good start." She joyfully replies. "When you said that you were in my spot, what did you mean?" You stop at the corner of an intersection.
"I had--"
"Hey guys!" Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie approach you and Bloodycry from the right side.
"What's going on, Muddydie?"
"It's Bloodycry, Rainbow Dash."
"Right, what's going on with you two?" She tries to make some small talk.
"None of your business, that's all."
"Okay, fine. You don't have to be so uptight about everything." Bloodycry grunts.
"Hey, Nonny and Bloody, are you guys going to my party later today?"
"I'm not one for those social gatherings. I prefer to be alone."
"But you're with Nonny right now."
"It's a long story, Pinkie."
"Hey, Anon, can I talk to you in private." It's not like you had a choice since she dragged you away. "How did Bloody there take about the old board game?"
"She might have panicked, since I found her burning sage in her room." Rainbow Dash smirks.
"A profit and a good prank, what a good time to be alive."
"What? Is there something up with that board?"
"She came by my yard sale last week and picked that out for whatever reason. I gave it to her for ten bucks, without telling her that it vibrates overtime."
"You gave her a gag gift?"
"Yeah, I felt as if I should have told her something, but how she acted lately made me reconsider." You can see why she would do this, but to Flu-- Bloodycry? "You gotta tell me, how did she take it?"
"Sort of fine." You lie through your teeth.
"Really? I kind of expect her to panic. I knew I should have checked the batteries before giving it to her."
"Yeah. Hey, will you at least call Bloodycry by her new name?"
"Hmm, nah. It's kind of fun to see her mad when I call her something else."
"Whatever you say. We should get back over, it looks like Bloody wants to strangle Pinkie."
"How can you tell?" You point at Bloody's expression.
"That is not only a face of a bored person, but she is just about ready to choke someone."
"You've seen this before?"
"As a matter of fact, a lot in our school."
"Jeez, alright. Let's head back over and see what's up." You and Rainbow walk back over to catch the last bit of what Pinkie was yammering about the party.
"Come on. Fruit punch, heart-shaped cookies, I'll even bake a cake if you want! Did I mention about seven minutes in Heaven?"
"Yes, you did. For the third time." Bloodycry pinches the bridge of her nose. "Pinkie, I will not bother on going to your crummy party that always has an annoying list of songs that blare into my ears." Pinkie briefly thinks as she sticks the tip of her thumb in her mouth.
"It'll be red velvet!" She chimes. Bloody closes her eyes when dropping her hand to turn it into a fist.
"Pinkie--"
"What's going on?" You hastily ask.
"I was trying to tell Bloody about what we'll be doing at the party. Hey! Maybe you should come along! Music, food, games like seven minutes in Heaven."
"No thanks, I'll pass."
"Are you sure? Single people are coming over."
"Is that why Rainbow Dash is coming over?" She punches your bicep. Usually it's a small punch, but this one is much harder than that. "Seriously? I was messing around." Judging by how upset she is, it looks as if you were on to something.
"If you guys ever do change your mind, you know where I live! Heck, even we agreed that the party will go on all night looong!" Pinkie chuckles as she nudges Rainbow Dash. "Ah. But yeah, my family left me in charge and that's we're doing for the night."
"We better go, I left the stove on. Seriously."
"Okie dokie! I hope to see you guys later tonight!"
"See you later, Buggyfly." Rainbow smirks before turning around to walk along with Pinkie.
"It's Bloodycry!" She furiously shouts at Rainbow walking off. "Rainbow-haired, jerk."
"Hey now, don't you worry about it." You put a hand on her shoulder, but she shakes it off.
"You may touch me when you have my permission." You choose to say nothing and continue on walking back home.
As you bolt into the kitchen, the lid dances on the pot. You prevent the water from boiling over by turning off the stove. "At least the house didn't burn down." Bloddycry stands by the doorway leading to the living room.
"Thank you for the comforting words." You sarcastically say to her.
"Hm."
"Can you go back in the living room? I'll figure out on what we'll do later."
"I think I'll stay here, it's almost funny when you panic." You open up the stove that has been preheated the entire time.
"Sorry to disappoint, but that's going to be a one-time experience." You pull out a ham resting in a foil pan to slam it inside the oven.
"You really went all out for this, didn't you?" She goes into the dining room to look at the vase filled with handpicked roses sitting on a polished wooden table.
"I'm giving it a hell of an effort for them, especially with how I tried to convince them to leave for the afternoon." You close the oven and walk inside.
"What did you do?"
"I told them about the unpaid parking tickets that I neglected for the last few weeks."
"Why would you do that?"
"Hey, a jobless student in high school can't pay them off, now can he?"
"No, I'm talking about the parking tickets."
"Have you seen the parking lot? What I normally do is park right in front of Cranky's car and watch him slowly rip into his toupee." She shakes her head. "Come on, even you would do the same."
"I wouldn't. You should at least be mindful of others."
"I may as well just park on the red lane, and why do you care? I thought you wanted to rain madness and all that shit."
"I do, to those who deserve it."
"And I'm presuming it is those who neglected whatever you had to say?" She gives you a hostile stare. "Forget it, let's go watch something to pass the time." The two of you walk into the living room and sit on the couch.
"So, what do you have to pass the time?"
"Video games, TV, listening to music."
"Is that all?"
"Just the ones that are legal."
"Would you care to tell me the rest?"
"That is probably a bad idea."
"You can tell me. Clearly I have done worse."
"I drove past a red light to win a drag race." She sits there, trying to contain her amazement.
"One time, I... um, didn't feed a dog when he wouldn't sit."
"My cousin pissed me off to the point that I took her favorite doll and stapled it to a tree."
"Rarity loaned me her eyeliner and I never gave it back?" Her voice starts to grow weaker. You're ready to let this go, Bloody will try her best to show you how tough she can be.
"That's pretty cruel of you to do that." At first, she is surprised, but goes along with it.
"And don't you forget it." She sounds self-satisfied from your compliment.
"What did she do to make you do that?"
"She let me use it for the day and forgot it afterwards and I felt like keeping it." Bloodycry has a sinister look on her face. The smile and look on her eyes were somehow unsettling to you.
"And I keep it in a drawer just to look at it every now and then." She seems very proud over some beauty product that her friend probably didn't care about.
"Fine, you win!"
You can hear her whisper "Yes!" as she turns around.
"But we still don't have anything to pass the time."
"I can go back home to grab my Ouija board. I have always wanted to try it with someone else."
"How about a movie instead?"
"If we are going to watch a movie, I prefer something gruesome and grisly." She tries to sound intimidating. You consider about showing her some the most terrifying horror films of all time, but that wouldn't be fun afterwards when you're cleaning up the couch cushion. You need to hit her on where it hurts, but how? It hits you when you get off the couch and crawl over to dig through a mountain of DVD's just to pull out a documentary.
"What is it?"
"March of the Penguins." You pull the dusty DVD player out of hiding to turn it on.
"Anon, I said a movie that is gruesome. You know, violence?"
“I don’t have any.” You feel very doubtful on the idea of her buying that.
”It has been a while since I have seen anything animal related.” With a slight relief, you wonder what she watched.
“What did you do instead?” The answer then comes straight through you when Bloody said that she did not cry when Mufasa died. She must have re-watched it to be desensitized. You only said that as a joke, but it proved to be more than that. She was about to speak, but you decided to cut her off. "Never mind." For a moment, she was stuck and confused to your response.
"Just play it. I still have a passion for animals, but that doesn't mean I will love every movie about them."
After an hour and a half, you ignore the credits to look over at Bloodycry's direction. She seems emotionless from where you're sitting. "So, what did you think of it?" You try to break it off of her. She turns to you, unchanged.
"It was... okay." You wait, expecting as if there was anything else?
"And...?"
"What?"
"That's it? You don't have any other input?"
"Well what did you expect? That I enjoyed that... part?" You know which one she is talking about. There was either two ways that she could have gone on it: enjoyed it like a psychopath, or possibly heartbroken inside. Instead, she has been both fascinated and stone-eyed throughout the movie.
"I expected some sort of reaction, that's all."
"I didn't know on what to feel about it. That was certainly upsetting, but that's just how nature works. However, I certainly did not enjoy it that way." You let out a sigh of relief.
"I was a bit worried there." You mumble when slumping back on the couch.
"What did you think; that I get some sort of sick kick from animals suffering? I mean, I did feed that poor dog his dinner, but it was at the time to get him to pay attention. It was just one time, I swear!" It sounds like she is having some sort of anxiety attack. You need to calm her down before it gets even more drastic than it is now.
"I believe you. Torturing animals isn't your thing, let alone seeing them in a bad state and just leaving them like that." As she is starting to settle down, you are very aware that it did the trick.
"Goodness, Anon. Do I really look that heartless to you?" You're tempted to answer that question, but she starts to think about it all by herself. Just as she was, you start to grow a certain concern of your own. Where is your mom and dad? It shouldn't take them this long to be out. Even so, you are starting to get hungry. You had to skip lunch today just so that you can prepare.
"Hey. do you want to eat?" Fluttershy stops thinking about her current life choices and looks at you.
"What about your parents? I thought you were going to wait for them to arrive."
"It's getting late. I'm almost ready to believe that they aren't coming home for dinner."
"Maybe they're stuck in traffic." She excuses their absence.
"Doubt it, they know shortcuts all around the city." You get up and look outside. Other than a setting sun and a car driving by, your parents are nowhere to be seen.
"Did you see them this morning?"
"No. It's as if they just vanished." From a slight hunch, you look around to find some sort of evidence to where they could've gone to. You stand by the kitchen counter to look through the mail. There's the usual shit: bills, certain payments for other shit, your usual report from the vice principal. When you scatter them around, you find the usual advertisement flyers. What makes them unique is that they are specifically aimed at for couples. Discounts for scented candles, buy a lingerie set and get the other half off, and some rare, vintage wine that's going on sale. What does stand out from the rest is a pamphlet describing about a luxurious hotel outside of town. What you're thinking is jumping to conclusions, but something from the depths of your chest is calling out to you.
"Anon?" You go back to their mail and rip open one of their billing statements. Your mother’s bill highlighted her expenses at a clothing store and a beauty department, whereas your father spent over two hundred dollars on the exact hotel that was on the booklet.
"FUCK!" You slam your fists on the counter.
"What's wrong?"
“I tried to do ONE good thing, and it was all for NOTHING!” You shove the mail to the floor, letting it fly everywhere.
”Anon!”
“Don’t bother me, Fluttershy.” You pull out your phone and start to call them up.
”Calm down!”
“Not a chance in hell, Princess of…” You tried to give a shit about her nickname, but that went south real fast.
”It’s Darkness! Princess of Darkness!"
“Whatever!” When the ringing stops, you begin to rant. “Seriously? Do you k--”
”Leave a message after the tone.” A loud beeping sound ignites your spiraling rage, beginning with your phone as the first victim. The phone flies across the room and with the velocity it has breaks the casing into bits.
”Anon! Stop!” You ignore her demand and march over to the table to grab the vase filled with roses ”STOP!” She shouts out with all of her might. You do, and look at her with confusion. ”Maybe there is a reason to why they would’ve went to celebrate Valentine's day alone; as in, with each other!?” You lower the vase and pay attention to her every word. ”Maybe it’s the fact that you are a troublemaker that follows their own rules and gives little to no concern about anyone else, even IF they are your own parents!” You tightly grip the neck of the vase, ready to snap it into bits. ”Have you ever considered that you are the cause of their failing relationship!? Taking away what joy and excitement out of their bond by trying to get you under control?”
Just as the glass is about to give away, you loosen your grip, almost to a point that the vase was going to slip out of your hands. Some of the water splashes out as your arms drop. As much that you despise every little bit that came out of her mouth, it’s true. You accept her blunt statement and set the vase back on the table. ”I’m sorry.” Bloodycry shamefully apologizes as she slouches.
“Don’t be.” You straighten yourself up and walk back into the living room. “Sometimes, the truth sucks and we can’t do anything about it.” You awkwardly stand right next to her.
”But you can.” She says with motivation in her voice.
“What are you suggesting?”
”You can change; be at least stable and mindful of your actions.”
“Easier said than done.”
”At least try.” She pouts out.
“Fine, I will give it a shot.”
”Good.” You slide your left foot around the carpet.
“Well, now what?”
”Uhm, talk I guess?”
“What about the food?” She glances over the couch to look at the kitchen.
"We can do both."
The two of you laugh over your dumb story with the washing machine while chowing down on your home cooked meal consisted of vegetables, lasagna, sliced ham and mashed potatoes. Well, semi-homemade meal. The boiled vegetables were simple, everything else was pre-packaged. You didn’t have the time to make a four-cheese lasagna or anything that required over three steps. At least you had fun when you were mashing those potatoes. All of which was, to your own shock, the entire meal was surprisingly good. Even Bloodycry enjoyed your cooking. ”It’s pweety gud.” She mumbles out.
“I try.” She cleans her mouth with a nearby napkin.
”Not to sound rude but, how much longer will you be washing your clothes at my house?”
“It won’t be too long. My parents are bound to run out of clean clothes.” You chuckle while poking your fork into the lasagna.
”Hmm. Hey, I’ve been thinking...” You stop playing with your food and listen. ”Want to go to that party that Pinkie Pie’s having?” You think about the question for a good moment.
“I don’t think we can go.” Out of confusion and disappointment, she drops the fork.
”But why?”
“Because Pinkie said that only single people can go.”
”Oh.” And then it hits her. “Ohhhh.” Her cheeks turn to a slight red blush. ”Does that mean, we’re…?”
“Oops, I was kind of joking there.” As you shoot down her expectations, you quickly think a way to cheer her up. “Besides, It is Valentine's day. Let’s just enjoy it and we’ll see on how it goes.” She smiles a little, warming up to some sort of hope. It’s time to bring some cheer, and maybe, that old Fluttershy back. "Hey, I got you something." You get up and begin to head for your room.
”What are--”
“I’ll be right back.” You run into your room to grab a box covered in a wrapping paper filled with red and pink hearts. As you walk out and present the gift, Bloodycry looks at it in awe. "It's not what it looks like, it's just a small 'thank you' for letting me use your washer for the last few weeks. Plus, I did not wanted to look like a jackass by using Christmas wrapping paper." She seems skeptical about this.
"W-what is it?"
"Why don't you open it and find out." You toy with her by rattling it.
"Humph." She slides it out of your hands and opens it. Bloodycry stands there, surprised as she's holding a cat plush. "Uh..."
"It's a Pusheen plush. I got it when I was shopping around in preparation of Valentine’s Day."
"But, why?"
"It just reminded me of you; cute and- I sort of thought, huggable."
You watch as the cat plush starts to shake in her hands. Bloodycry lowers it to reveal her near break down. She sharply inhales before holding the plush in her left hand so that she can bring out her purse and pulls out the medication. You stand there, wondering on why she stares at it. That wonderment rises when she throws the bottle down a few seconds later. "Are you alright, Bloodycry?"
"It's Fluttershy, Anon." She looks at you, teary-eyed and a smile. "Just Fluttershy."
