The day was just like any other, nothing special, nothing important, just another day in Equestria for residential human of Ponyville. However this day would mean something entirely different for one pony, for this day was the date of the humans birth and this day he made sure not to leave his house in feat of meeting the party pony.
The human was currently sitting in the dark of his home in a old chair just staring absentmindedly at the dancing flames of his fireplace. The warm glow of the fire added a orange tint to the bland and empty look of his house. It was a nice change of scenery that the rather grey walls the human was used to.
His eyes scanned his living room looking over his bookshelves that housed only a six books about the basics of this world. A house warming gift from Princess Twilight when he he mentioned he enjoyed reading, the books however were something she thought he could borrow to do some research and try better to understand the new world around him.
The bookshelf along with the books were the only decoration the human let sit inside his household other than his chair, a few dark curtains, and a small coffee table were he tend to eat his meals from.
Despite how lonely this looked to the common pony, the human was rather content with his small and empty home. In his mind his life was perfect, his home isolated from all those ponies, his job allowed him to work in silence and isolation, and he'd only ever to go out besides work was supplies for him to satisfy his needs. His life was a small island of nothing but sand were ponies visited only to try and steal its resources only to find there is nothing from it to steal or take advantage of, finally realizing that it is truly a small empty island of sand. The thought of that brought a smile to the humans lips, it was a life the human desired and deserved.
The humans smile was wiped as the thought of a few ponies that still try to visit his small island for the tiniest hint of what ever the island could be hiding in its sand, he knew that sooner or later they will have to give up. Either that or he will have remove them from his island to finally to get the peace he needed.
A knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts, knocks were quiet but loud enough for him to hear. He knew exactly who was on the other side, she always came this early in the morning and she would not go until he answered.
Pulling himself out of his chair he made his way over to answer his unwelcome guest, on the the other side in her small and timid form was Miss Shy, the only pony that visited him daily. Her small form was a complete opposite of the human, her small form being greatly towered over by the human, his grey clothing to her green clothing, his black hair to her pink. The only thing they could share was there eyes, his small pools staring in her large.
"May I help you, Miss Shy?" The human spoke trying to sound as if he just woke up.
"Oh it's nothing much, I judged wanted to give this to you," Her words were timid as she held up a small basket to him. "It's a few left over sandwiches I made this morning."
Now this was odd to the human, she had never done this before, nor even attempt to do so after he refused a gift from her some time ago. He knew something was up and he was not going to fall for whatever this pony was trying to pull.
"What do you want?" He said taking a warning step forward.
"E-excuse me? She shuttered as she looked as his giant form.
"What, do, you, want?" He said slowly, with each word growing in volume.
"I-I-I j-just wanted to share m-my leftovers," It wasn't rare that he used his size to intimidated, but dear Celestia if she didn't fall for it every time.
"Is that so," he leaned against the doorway as he crossed his arms. "You do know that I can't eat flowers or hay, right?"
"I-I know, I made sure to make it so you can eat it." The humans head suddenly twitched towards her making her jump a little.
"I thought you said they were leftovers?" His voice turned cold as his eyes gave a strong glare.
"I-I-I," she knew she had been caught in her lie, all she could do know is shutter out of her control.
One thing the human did not like was being lied to, no matter how small the lie was, he hated it like none other. He'd been lied to enough to listen carefully and remember every word in a conversation, especially if they were looking to get something out of him.
In his mind many thoughts were brought to surface as he stared down at this little made, oh how dared she think she could trick him and 'offer' him something for a attempt to pay off her debt. Who could have put her up to this, or perhaps that she was trying find the crack in the fortress that his mind is.
He took a deep breath before his thoughts angered him enough to lash out at this pony, that would only cause trouble for him in the future.
"If you have nothing else to say than you can get lost," he motioned to the small trail to his home. "And besides, I'm not hungry."
"O-okay...Can I, leave this here, if you don't mind?" she said managing to collect what little courage she had.
"No, I don't want it," he said retreating back into his home.
Miss Shy put the basket down before turning to make her leave, until she looked over her shoulder and muttered "Happy Birthday, Atticus."
Atticus stopped in his tracks as he heard those words from her, out of all ponies to know this caught him off guard. For a moment he looked at her blankly before he slammed the door as hard as he could.
The question of how she could know was flying through his head as searched his memories of how she could even know, as far as he knew he couldn't have said it anytime she would visit him, was it a lucky guess? Maybe that pink pony and her unexplainable powers figured it out, what else does she know about him.
Atticus than began to feel a shortness of breath as memories began to flood into his mind, memories of pain, betrayal, guilt, and her. He fell to his knees as he clutched his chest and tried to calm himself as he remembered the world he tried to forget. Slowly but surely he made his way to his bathroom and into his medical cabinet to grab something to help quell his mind.
As he sat there waiting for the drug to force his mind to dull he could feel a sinking feeling in his chest, he knew this day was going to be a bad one for him physically and mentally. For now he will need to wait until the drug renders him into almost nothing.
It seemed like forever but his breathing managed to slow and his thoughts were no longer cluttered, instead he was calm once again but he wasn't quite under its full influence. He'd knew his body was probably getting use to the dosage but as long as he was still affected by it he would seek out a stronger drug when the need arrives.
Atticus picked himself off the floor and with a quick look at his bathroom clock he made his to the front door, he needed to be at work in a few minutes and he decided to skip on breakfast.
As he grabbed his grey coat he noticed Miss Shy's basket was still there untouched. Atticus just shook his head and moved on, he wouldn't take anything she has to offer. She has a debt to him and he will not let her pay it off with such a sad excuse, he'll make she pays her debt but only when he sees fit.
As Atticus made his way down the trail to Ponyville he couldn't help the feeling of being watched, whether it was just his paranoia or if somepony was making sure he wouldn't be back for a while. Either way this day felt as if something terrible was going to happen
Author's Note
First Chapter! Just to give a little insight of our man here. Also I apologized for either bad grammar or spelling, English is my first language and I still can't speak it.