Despair

Fluttershy has fallen into a depression that she feels she can't get out of. Everything looks the same, feels the same, and it's starting to drive her insane.

The world seems to be getting faster, while her life on the inside seems to be getting slower. A prisoner to her own mind, Fluttershy has remained dormant for weeks, doing nothing besides sleeping, crying, and drinking coffee. How much more of this can she take?

My attempt at a darker fic, so I hope you enjoy!