It is the middle of the night, the darkness is all-consuming.
A door creaks open, showing the silhouette of a filly carrying around a plush bear.
“Spike? I heard a noise” she whimpers, sacredly, her eyes still trying to make out the form which lay dormant upon the bed.
There lay the dragon, his sleep undisturbed by the filly.

You are honestly not sure why, of all creatures, asking spike for help seemed like a good idea. He was obviously not waking up.
In fact, this one time you decided to dress him up in a cute dress and play pretend with him, and he did not wake up in the entirety of the night! His sleeping skills were something to envy.

Regardless; The tiny dragon lays dormant and a fearful filly tightly holds her bear plushie against her chest fluff.
“Come on, Fushy, mommy twilight will help us”
By making her way through the darkness, the filly arrives at a tall wooden door, almost too tall to open considering her short stature.
Right behind such door, twilight’s reading room presented itself engulfed by darkness if not for the desk lamp dimly illuminating Twilight's silhouette, giving her a sinister look as she sat by the desk with her back turned towards the only exit.

“Mo-“ The filly hesitates “Twilight, I’m scared, I heard noises!”
An uncomfortable silence follows for a few seconds, only broken by the filly’s own words
“Twilight-”
Immediately, a tired voice on the edge of anger replies emulating a calm tone.-
“Anon, you just moved into your new room. You’re just not used to its sounds”

You were ready to explain to her- To Twily, how a good night’s sleep is essential for any developing young foal such as yourself, in fact-

“I’m busy right now, studying. That’s all I seem to do now, I haven’t smiled once since you came into my life. Go to sleep.”

That was…Rude, you even forgot what you were supposed to say and for some reason it made you feel guilty. Stupid filly body messing up your emotions, and stupid twilight and stupid monsters…

“Yes twily” the filly said before leaving the room.
Back where she started, she laid hesitant.
Her room’s door was tall and imposing, somehow it made her feel even smaller. Looking down at her plushie, the filly scrunches and puffs out her chest fluff; even if temporary, she manages to build-up some courage and with a valiant swing, she opens the door to her room, revealing…

A broken window
There is a broken window
On her room
So there really is some kind of eldritch pony horror lurking around her room in the middle of the night
She freezes, letting out a whimper “mommy”
A sudden- CRacK startles her, muscles clenched around her bear plush
“The bathroom, Fushy. There’s something in the bathroom”
On a slow march towards the bathroom door, she releases the tight grip from the plush, looking into its empty eyes.
“Let’s be brave, Fushy-”
Almost as if interrupted by an inaudible voice, the filly scrunches, seemingly annoyed
“No, it’s not stupid to open the door…Besides what am I supposed to do, wait for the fucker to murder me on my sleep? Nuh-huh not on my watch”
Despite the words of bravery, her trembling legs gave away her fear, after all she was just a helpless filly and whatever pony fuelled eldritch hell was waiting behind that door was probably looking forwards to crush, kill, destroy… Or, even worse, boop her!
She let out a smirk, it was thoughts like these that kept her not so terrified, somewhat.
Collecting her courage, the filly slowly raises her hoof, she turns the doorknob and sightly opens the door-
“WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BACTINE”
She falls back with a cute whimper, falling on her back and instinctively covering her belly with her tail, the door bursts open revealing a frustrated Fluttershy shouting at a tube of toothpaste she squeezes angrily.
Upon realizing there was now a little filly with a terrified look on her face watching her from the ground, the yellow mare soon seizes her rage-fuelled search.-
“Oh hello anon” The previous frustration on her voice seems to be replaced by kindness as she hides the toothpaste behind her back.
You cannot help but feel a small relief in knowing it was not a monster, but that kind-hearted pony that is Fluttershy, rummaging through your bathroom In the middle of the night screaming like a maniac just after breaking through your window.
On the other hand, she looks…Different, somehow, and your legs still tremble as you try to sit down and let a few words escape your mouth
“F-Fluttershy?”
“Sorry anon, I don’t mean to intrude but. Where do you keep the bactine? You see, some of this blood is mine”
Despite opening her mouth, only a whimper comes out as anon realizes the mare in front of her is in fact covered in blood like right now.

Blood, like real blood, last time you saw that stuff was this one time twilight came back home with a nosebleed, but you never saw this much blood like ever. An uneasy feeling starts to grow; suddenly a monster doesn’t seems so bad.

“Wait, I found it..Yeah that’s it.” The whole time, the yellow pony was still searching for the bactine, undisturbed by the filly.
She popped open the bottle of disinfectant and generously emptied its contents over her bruised body.
The yellow mare looks back at the filly, with a surprised expression that quickly devolves into a smile.-
“Hey, you got a new bear plush? How adorable, what’s his name?”
“T-that’s Fushy”
The mare steps closer to pick up the teddy-bear
“Well hello there, Fushy! Nice to meet you, I am Hhy.”
“So you are Anon’s little friend huh? Well you certainly are an adorable little bear oh yes you are, yeees you are”

Despite the freakish nature of the situation, the utter silliness of that baby-talk makes you ease-up a bit. You blame it on those damn filly hormones or whatever messing up with your brain, you know pretty well that there is something very fishy happening here.
You’re also pretty sure that for a second, the mare’s expression went from a smile to a look of pure hatred holding your teddy but before you could point it out she gave it back to you.

“Um, it’s getting late, I should go now.”
The filly proceeda to tightly squeeze the plushie against her chest, Hhy just trots back up to the window.
“Sorry about the window, I noticed it was locked…That’s not very kind of you please-don’t-lock-it-ever-again” She's speaking a bit fast but-
“It’s been nice talking, thanks for the disinfectant, bye” The mare climbs up the window and jumps, quickly flying away.

Your muscles relax, were you clenching your muscles the whole time?
For some reason a slight feel of panic starts growing on your chest, soon enough you’re forced to do what any frightened filly does best
“MOMMY!” You let out a shriek with all your strength as you completely empty your bladder-
Soon enough your cry is acknowledged by an equally high, yet much angrier cry
“YOU RUINED MY LIFE”
You will most likely spend that restless night alone in your bed.

Author's Note

This is basically a crossover, Squee! issue #1 (JTHM) and the anonfilly.