Tot’s POV: First Person

Fluttershy insisted I take a shower before settling in for the night. So here I am. In her bathroom, standing under the steady stream of warm water; keeping my recently bandaged arm from getting wet of course. I take a few minutes to just stand under the water, basking in how refreshing it is. I frown a little bit. Gonna be awhile before I can use one of these again. I’ll have to buy a bar of soap when I get the chance.

After getting out of the shower and drying myself, I put my clothes back on. Hm… going to have to get something to wash these with too… I shrug and walk out of the bathroom feeling a bit better than when I went in. Walking into the living room, I see Fluttershy looking at my stuff, which I left on the couch.

She looks at me curiously. “I didn’t know you play guitar.”

“Neither did I, to be honest.” I say with a small chuckle.

She looks back at the guitar for a moment, then back to me. “C-could you play me something? If it wouldn’t be too much trouble for you that is.” she asks.

I sit down on the couch and take out the guitar, putting the strap around my head and adjusting it a little bit. “I mean… I guess I can. I don’t know much of any songs, I just play what comes to me.”

She smiles and settles into the couch. “That’s okay. Just play something… Happy.”

“Happy… happy. Yeah, I can do that.”

I take a breath in and close my eyes, trying to think of what to play. After a moment of silence, my mind starts to drift to some sounds, and I latch onto it.

After my little improv session comes to an end, I look away from the guitar in my hands and look over to Fluttershy to see her reaction. She’s got a small smile on her face, which makes me happy because she enjoyed it.

“Where did you learn to play so well?” she asks.

I chuckle a little. “I dunno. Just picked up a guitar and started playing.”

“Well, you’re really good. I don’t listen to music often, but I think you could probably become a music artist if you tried.” she says.

I shake my head. “Nah… I’m not that good. Besides, I dunno if music is something I wanna take beyond just a hobby.” I explain. It was then I notice she seems to be staring at me with a quizzical look on her face. “What?” I ask.

She points at my head. “What happened to your hair? It used to be completely white.”

I shrug. “I dunno what happened. Just woke up and noticed some of it was turning black. Nothing I can do about it, so why fuss over it? It doesn’t bother me.”

“I just think its strange. I didn’t notice earlier because I was a bit preoccupied.” she states. I wince a little at that, knowing my idiocy was the reason.

I absentmindedly scratch at my bandaged arm. “Yeah, sorry about that… uh, anyways.” I lay back and stretch a little, noting the time on the clock. “6:48…” I mutter to myself.

“What was that?” Fluttershy questions.

“6:48” I say a bit louder, pointing to the clock. “The time.” I clarify.

She looks at the clock and sees that it is indeed 6:48. “Oh. It’s almost time for dinner. Are you hungry?” she asks, directing the last part at me.

I glance at my stomach, then look up at her. “A little. But I don’t wanna trouble you anymore than I already am. Staying the night and all.”

She glares at me. “Nonsense. You are not troubling me at all. I’m going to cook regardless, so it wouldn’t be too much to cook a little extra for a guest that I invited to stay the night.” she explains. “You need to stop thinking you’re an inconvenience. It’s really no trouble at all.” she says as her expression softens.

I look at her for a moment, then take a deep breath and let it out. “I’m sorry. You’re right Fluttershy. I just don’t like feeling like I’m mooching or taking advantage of anyone.” I say and look down.

“Well, how about this. Next time you stay over, you can cook for me. Would that sound fair to you?” she offers.

My mind does flips at the potential implications of what she said. No, it wouldn’t be like that. Stop thinking like that. One thing sticks out to me though. “You’d let me stay over again?” I question.

She looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “Of course I would. It’s not like I’d tell you no and make you walk home.”

I smile a bit. “Alright, deal.”

It’s 11:36 right now. I can’t seem to fall asleep. Actually, I should rephrase that. I can’t seem to fall asleep for more than 20 minutes. Fluttershy made an amazing dinner, and after we did the dishes -I insisted on helping- we stayed up until 8:30 just talking. I played a little bit more music at her request, but she turned in for the night at 8:40. Actually, she passed out on the couch while I was playing. When I noticed, I carefully picked her up and carried her upstairs to what I assumed was her room. Had to be, it’s the only bedroom in the house.

I put her in her bed, pulled the covers over her. That’s what I can’t get off my mind. Instead of just leaving, I found my attention drawn to her as she laid under the comforter, softly hugging her pillow, the moonlight from the window cascading over her; showing her in a light I never thought about her in. Literally.

I look at my arm, the one she patched up. She barely knows me. She patched me up, listened to my troubles, let me stay the night and made dinner. I smile and scoff to myself. Element of Kindness. More like selflessness. I think to myself. I look back her, watching her breath softly; making my stomach feeling weird. “Thank you, Fluttershy.” I say as I leave the room, quietly closing the door behind me.

Since then I have been on and off in my sleep, unable to get her off my mind. Why is she so nice… I’m nothing special. She hardly knows me. I’m just some homeless guy who seemingly popped into existence a couple days ago. Homeless… Nameless… sure, Pinkie gave me one, but she’s not exactly my mom or dad. Heh… nothing to a name I don’t even have. How sad is that?

I look back at the stairs that lead up to her room. she doesn’t know… but I don’t know how she’d react if she did. Would she pity me? I’d pity me. But when I was just sitting there, talking with her, all of that melted away. It was just me and her, not what either of us had or didn’t have.

I turn back to the clock, and watch the seconds tick by. 12:02... I should probably try to get some more sleep. I close my eyes again and seem to instantly drift off into sleep.

Instead of finding myself in a dark void of nothingness, I find myself out in a field. Looking around a bit, I notice it’s the same field thats between Ponyville and Fluttershy’s house.

Odd… but I’m not one to complain. I think to myself as I fall back onto the grass and watch the stars. After a while, I hear some hoofsteps approaching my position.

Soon enough, a face pops over mine and looks down on me. “Comfortable there?” she asks with a smirk.

I smile and grab her head in a weird upside down hug. “Haiya Princess Luna.” I let her go. “Certainly better than my last dream….considering I can’t even remember it.”

She looks off in the distance, seemingly watching something. “Probably for the best. But that’s neither here nor there. So why did your mind place your dream here?”

I shrug and find myself looking around, with my view stopping on Fluttershy’s home. She follows my gaze, and smirks a little. “I see.”

I turn to look at her. “You see what?”

She giggles. “Nothing. It’s not my place to say.”

I laugh a bit. “Whatever then.” I lay back down and stare back at the stars.

“What happened to your hair and arm?”

I lift my injured arm to my face and look at it. “I dunno what happened to my hair. As for my arm, let’s just say I was stupid and leave it at that.”

She picks up on my douring mood, and leaves the subject as is. “Well, seeing as your dream is fine, I should be on my way to check on other dreams. Sleep well, and rest assured that your dreams shall remain safe.” she says.

I’m about to say something back, but when I look at where she was, I find that she’s no longer there. Huh… I turn my attention back to the stars and just stare at them.

Author's Note

Hey there, bit of a shorter chapter but It covers a few moments that would feel out of place if I just kept going. like a roller coaster of moments, ya know?