Twilight's POV

The blueprints that Rex was going off of were decent. They had a basic understanding of how it works, but a lot of the pieces were missing. Plus, they referred to a sun lamp, which I don't see a blueprint anywhere here for. Perhaps Rex has it somewhere here? Or maybe he knows how to build one? Either way, these basins wont work without it. The sun lamp, as the name implies, is an imitation of the sun, and can give light that allows the plants to grow. No ordinary light will work.

I was pretty happy with how much I got done though. I heard the front door open and slam shut, and I was ready to go and tell Rex what my findings were. I hopped off the chair and made my way over to the door, opening it to see Rex... kicking my bed?

No, no.. He was pushing my bed to block the front door, but why?

"Fuckin- Twilight!" He said as he noticed me standing in the doorway. "Get back in there-"

A claw pierced through the door, ripping a small chunk of the door off. I immediately backed up, watching as Rex continued to get the bed in place. He flicked a switch that was right next to the door, narrowly dodging the claw of whatever it was behind the door.

"Holy shit-" He said as he rushed into the storage room with me, pushing me back as he slammed the door shut. I was going to say something, but he instead pushed me into the corner of the room, pointing his 'rifle' at the door. All I could hear other than the breaking of the front door was many loud bangs, and screams of something.. terrifying.

The loud bangs persisted for a minute or two, and I was frozen in fear behind Rex. He kept his 'rifle' aimed steady at the door, his breath was slow. I, on the other hand, was freaking out. I was hyperventilating, my eyes darted from one side of the room to the other, before landing back on the door. I tried to imagine whatever it was that was on the other side of the door, and I didn't like each vision.

More terrifying screams were heard outside as the bangs kept going. It wasn't just a single scream though, it was multiple. Whatever was out there trying to get at us, there was more than one of them. I didn't like that thought, and it was frightening me more than before.

I began to feel woozy and my vision became blurry. I felt my body collapse behind Rex as my vision slowly turned to black.

I had a panic attack, and passed out.

I was a dumb-ass for going into that damn cave. I thought it was insectoids, and I still thought my dinky little piece of shit rifle was going to do something? I only got off a single shot before I ran for it. And, let me tell you, those things are faster than they look. If it weren't for my adrenaline pumping through me, I wouldn't have made it to the house in time. I would've been prime meat for those bugs.

I flipped on the switch before I ran into the storage room, the safest place at the moment. I instinctively pushed Twilight in the corner and got in front of her, aiming my rifle, ready to fire at whatever entered through that door. I was working on instinct, my thoughts were mostly empty.

I could hear the gunfire from the turrets. They were going to town on those damn things. Every couple of gunshots I could hear a scream from one of the bugs. It took a good five minutes before the gunshots died down, and soon enough it was back to being silent.

I glanced behind me to check on Twilight, and she was passed out. She must've feinted.

I turned my gaze back to the door. Either all those insectoids are dead, or they destroyed my turrets somehow. I walked slowly to the storage door, opening it slightly to peer inside the main room. The front door was actually intact for the most part. There were obvious chunks of it missing, but it was still up. From what I could see, there was also nothing in the room. Nothing made it inside.

I kicked the front door open, aiming my rifle in front of me. I could see bodies of insectoids dotted across the snow. A couple of spelopedes, a couple of megaspiders, and a megascarab. I could see my turrets in the distance still moving, so there was no bugs left. Thank god. That would've been way too many for me to deal with alone, even with good firepower. The ugly fucking things can take awhile to put down.

I didn't turn the turrets off quite yet. Leaving them on gave me a sense of.. protection, even if there weren't any left.

My attention turned to Twilight.

Twilight's POV

I've felt plenty of panic attacks before, and I have feinted plenty of times. Yet, none of them felt like this one. I awoke, but my eyes didn't want to open. I could still feel my body trembling slightly, the memories of what happened before I passed out playing through my mind on repeat. It all happened so fast.

There was no warning. No buildup. It just happened.

I could feel that I was wrapped in what felt like a blanket. I was warm and cozy, though that did little to calm my nerves. Did something happen to Rex? Is he okay? Did he get hurt? Who wrapped me up? There were a lot of questions going on in my mind, but I couldn't focus on a single one. I shivered in fear as I continued to think.

Though, the feeling of a hand falling on top of my head snapped me from my thoughts, and my eyes shot open. The sudden light hurt, and I shut my eyes as quickly as I opened them. Instead, now thinking better, I opened my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light in the room.

Surely enough, it was Rex's hand. He was standing over me, giving me a slight smile. My eyes drifted across his entire body, trying to see if I could spot any wounds, to see if he was at all hurt. I didn't see anything, and he seemed to be just fine. I was still a little scared though, I must admit.

"Hey." Rex said, now getting onto his knee's to get on my level. I was laying on what seemed to be his bed. He rubbed my mane a little, ruffling it slightly. The movement caused a smile to come out of me, but it didn't calm me completely down.

"Wh-... What happened?" I asked, my voice cracking and trembling slightly as I spoke.

Rex smirked. "Nothin' you need to worry about. You just sit there, okay? Everything's fine. The door is a little banged up, but it's nothing I cant fix." His voice was casual, and calming. He seemed to be perfectly fine, even after the events that transpired earlier.

How could he be so calm?

His calm voice soothed me though, and I felt myself calming down as well. I looked up at him as he stood up and headed into the storage room. With being left alone in the room, my few seconds of calm nature disappeared, and I felt my heartbeat rise up. I was alone.

When he appeared back in the room, I calmed down once again. I didn't want to be alone at the moment. The events that transpired were out of a horror book, and I just experienced them first-hoof. He turned to me and gave me a questioning look. "You okay?"

I didn't know how to answer that question. I didn't want to seem weak to him. If I told him that I was scared everytime he left the room, would he consider me a burden and throw me out? It didn't seem to be in his nature, but as I've been told, this world isn't exactly nice. But if I didn't say anything, I would have another panic attack every time he left the room. I nodded my head slowly, opening my mouth and feeling my throat tighten. It was the same feeling I got when I read a tragic novel, that sharp pain in your throat that just wont go away.

"D-Don't leave me alone.."

I could feel myself cringe at my own words. I thought I was stronger than this, but I wasn't. I wanted to be, I desperately wanted to be, but I just wasn't. I was not built for this world.

Though, neither was Rex.

Rex looked at me for a few moments, a neutral expression on his face. I could feel every second that passed by, the stiffness in the air so thick that it could be considered poisonous. Though, all of that seemed to fade away once he smiled at me. He walked forward towards me, kneeling down and putting a hand on top of my head once again.

"Don't worry. I won't."

I could feel myself literally melt at those words. They had weight to them, something that ponies in Equestria rarely had. Weighted words. Words that you could tell were true without needing to question it. Ponies in Equestria were nicer than this world, that was for sure, yet all their words felt..

Fake.

I only felt accepted when I met the girls. I tried making friends for a long time, but it all ended up feeling hollow. The girls had words of weight, and truly cared for me. There weren't many ponies that had that in them. And yet, Rex, a random creature I encountered a week ago, was able to convey that feeling to me quicker than anypony else could.

I knew, right after he said those words, I could truly trust him. I didn't have to worry about being kicked to the curb, I didn't have to worry if I did something wrong and if he would yell at me. He might, but that doesn't mean he won't care for me still. He considered me as a good friend, and I considered him as a good friend as well. And, it's only been a week. That's so...

Strange.

Rex stood up. "Give me a couple of seconds, okay? I'm going to go get wood from storage to fix the door, but i'll be back." I nodded slowly before he disappeared into storage once again. I could feel my heartbeat raise, but not as much as it did before. A couple of seconds later, like he said, he appeared back into the main room and had an axe and some other tools with him.

I simply watched him as he worked, keeping quiet for most of it. I watched him chop little pieces of wood into manageable pieces, and combining other pieces with.. stuff. I didn't really pay attention to exactly what he was doing. No, I was paying attention to him. He was interesting to watch. I could see his expression change with every passing minute, and I could tell when the wheels in his head were turning, thinking about something.

I could tell when he was confused, or conflicted with how he paused and stared at something. I could see his hands work expertly with the tools he had around him, and how his fingers delicately maneuvered certain pieces around. He seemed to know his way around tools.

I also had never taken the time before to really look at him. He was 'human,' as he called himself. He had a slightly tanned white skin tone. He had black hair, thick eyebrows, and a short-stubble beard. He was decently tall, I'd guess around 6'1. Much taller than me. I only was at waist level for him, maybe a little bigger. He had plenty of marks on his face, probably from accidents or other things that have happened to him during his time here. I could spot what seemed to be a big scratch mark on the back of his neck, though unless you were studying him intently, you wouldn't notice it.

"Done." Rex said to himself while he backed up from the door to admire his handiwork. He turned around as he heard me lightly clap my hooves together.

"You did great!" I said with a smile, to which he returned with his own smile.

"Thanks. Now we won't worry about snow seeping in through those damn holes. Also-" He pointed to my bed. "I don't think you'll want to sleep there anymore.. Being so close to the door and all might not help your nerves. You can take mine for the time being."

What? No no no, I was not going to take his bed from him. He was too nice. I would deal with my own bed, even if it was close to the door. "What? No- I'll take my bed."

"No no no-"

"Yes yes yes-"

"Okay okay-" Rex said with a sigh, before turning over to my bed, thinking. "Why.. don't we just move it next to mine? You'll be far from the door, you won't be alone, and if anything happens I'll be close by. How about that?"

That didn't sound like a bad idea. It certainly would help calm my nerves. I nodded, liking the idea much better than simply sleeping right next to the front door. With my confirmation, he dragged my bed over to the other side. He put it right next to the generator, and against the foot of his own bed.

"There." He said. "The generator also proves to be a good thing to huddle up next to if you get cold in the night. Though, with all that fluffy fur, I don't think you'll have much of a problem. Given that we also have the heater running."

I giggled. "Thank you, Rex."

"Anytime." He said.

"Anytime." I said.

I patted her bed lightly with my hand. "Now you can get off my bed."

"But i'm already on here, and it's so warm and comfortable-" She said with a slight giggle. I put my hands on my hips and smirked at her. She's become sarcastic and playful over the few days, and it's quite enjoyable. It's nice to have some normalcy around here, even if it comes from a purple pony.

"Fine, fine. But you'll have to scoot over, because I'm laying down." I said while walking over to her and sitting on top of the bed, suddenly laying down on it and scooting her over. She gave a quiet 'eep' as she was moved to the side, before she laid her back on top of me. I chuckled. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Alright then." I said with another chuckle. The crash of that adrenaline rush was hitting me now. Every time, it always hits like a fucking truck. I could feel my body become a little sore with every passing minute, and I slowly got more and more tired. It wasn't even late yet, but my body didn't care. It demanded sleep, and who was I to refuse it?

"Hey," I said. "I'm gonna' sleep. That whole situation has.. gotten me tired. If you need me for anything, wake me up, okay?" I said, turning my head over to look at her. She looked back at me and, with a smile, nodded. I gave a relieved sigh as I relaxed into the bed.

I felt like I was falling, and as I closed my eyes, I felt like I was spiraling. It wasn't scary, but more like a soothing feeling. Like falling eternally through the clouds. As odd as that sounds, it was a relaxing feeling, and I my thoughts began to melt into a big goop.

Of all the ways the day could have gone, I think this was the best possible outcome.

I'm glad.

Author's Note

Another chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed this one.

I wanted to take some time to really get into Twilight's POV and her thoughts in this new world. I hope you guys enjoy her POV moments, as I plan to include them often.

If you liked the story, or have any criticisms, be sure to comment! I usually respond, and if I don't, I always read the comments. Promise.

And to anyone who needs it,

You might meet someone who is a complete opposite of yourself, with a completely different cultural standpoint and a completely different view of life. Just because you are different than them, and just because those differences are so drastic, doesn't mean you can't be their friend.

Opposites attract, don't they?