My lying pages. (Anthology Speed-writing!)

Chapters

1 It's about slime |April 4.2021.|
2 Hospital visit during sunset. |April 14.2021|
3 The abandoned breezies. | June 22.2022|
4 AMWDW PacifistDoodl3r and forgiving yourself. | June 26.2022 |
5 Three stories told from a Queen. |August 8. 2022|
6 Lyra doesn't understand fate. |July 12. 2022|
7 The ticking of a prowling shadow. |July 22. 2022|
8 Moonlight transition. |July 5. 2022|
9 And now, the inevitable format vent. |January 22. 2023|
10 What puzzlement, Puzzlemint! | January 27. 2023 |
11 She lives | March 2. 2023 |
12 An ice lesson on parenting | April 21. 2023 |
13 The CMC Recruitment Committee | April 28. 2023 |

1 It's about slime |April 4.2021.|

CloudsDale was teaming with life in the sky, over the mountains and looking down on Equestria. Nearby, a magenta pegasus flutters their wings and carries a brown box.

Moments later, they calmly hover over to an isolated part of the town; undisturbed by the rest of the denizens. A house made out of cloud and fluffy white material provides cold, dark shade for the mysterious pony. They bound up next to the house almost without making an entire sound. The wind howled and blew their mane to the side, hiding their identity from somepony watching them inside the building.

The mail-mare approaches the doorstep and places down the box, waiting a few seconds before,

*KNOCK*

A calm and sing-song voice echos behind the door, “A package for.... Lightning Dust?” She waits a minute for someone to answer the door. Wihtout a sign of anypony home, she files away and carries on with her day.

Ten minutes have passed, the pony living in the house cautiously opens the door and peeks slowly peeks their lime green head out. She lets out a sigh, and proceeds to step out onto the porch.

‘I don't remember ordering... this- or anything!’

The mare taps the box with a hoof, and then picks it up to read the details,

Caution, FRAGILE
Please do not shake. It may disturb the contents within the box.

“The contents within the box!?” She read aloud, looking around to see if anyone is watching or pulling a prank. She had to awkwardly hug the box due to the interesting weight it had compared to it's relatively small size.

She manages to open her door with one free foreleg and closes it behind her. Her house was dimly lit, but natural light shot through each window.

Her living room was bright with a puffy ground from the cloud flooring. She had a carpet that stretched across the place, with an intricately black and green design. Medals and trophies aligned her wall and her table had stacks of envelopes and books. The package wouldn't fix there, so she went to the small kitchen corner and placed it in the sink, taking off the nobs to make sure water doesn't accidently spray out.

Leaving the box there, the mare goes to the refrigerator to drink an unfinished bottle of apple cider before lazily slouching on her couch.

She fell alseep mere minutes later but unbeknownst to her, the box started to jolt.

Three hours had passed, the sky began to turn a fiery orange. The mare coughed herself awake, spitting up drool from the nap.

She shook her head and got up from the couch, barely ignoring the green Ooze seeping from the package.

A seven step flight of stairs lead to her room, it had a shiny railing that goes alongside it. She placed a hoof on the wall for balanced and moved up. Lightning Dust was still drowsy from just waking up. Opening the door, her room had more light and smelled like an assortment of flowers. There was a poster of her and a few other ponies above her bed, with the words,

‘The Washouts’

She stared at it and began to shake her head, trying to dispel any thought about the past.

Her bed was a mess. The blanket was halfway on the floor and her pillow was right next to her hind hoof.

Just when she was about to plop on the bed and call it a day, a loud thud coming from down stairs made her jump.

“Who's there!? I'm not afraid of you! May as well show yourself!” She bolted downstairs lightning quick and the first thing she noticed was the box, moving across the living room floor.

‘What the hay!?’ She nervously thought to herself, grabbing the cider bottle from the floor and throwing it at the box.

She missed and glass shattered next to the package. It scurried underneath the couch and started to make a gurgling noise.

Lightning Dust lifted up the couch and used her back leg to slide the box towards her direction. It rolled over and a green, slimy ball wobbled with the impact. The creature desperately tried to go back to the box but she dropped the couch and without thinking, picked up the green mass of jelly.

“What are you?” She curiously said to the creature but bubbled and began to melt through her hooves. It felt ice cold and tickled her forelegs but she reaffirmed her hold on it.

The creature was put on the table, soaking up the mare's papers and whatever was littered on it. She opened the fridge and pulled out a piece of lettuce, hoofing it over to the weird slime ball.

It retracted and sunk back to avoid the offered food.

“Hey! You have to eat something!” She replied, putting back the lettuce and picking up the creature.

It slowly rolled over her shoulder and made a loud noise that sounded like laughing. She looked behind her,

It stared at her gold trophies...

Author's Note

This was for the “Gooey for You” contest.

Prompt:
“A Jar of Gelatinous Joy”, “Slimy Affection”

Thank you for taking the time to rate my story. :heart:

2 Hospital visit during sunset. |April 14.2021|

Wallflower Blush slowly walked down the bright corridor with busy doctors and nurses trying to step around her. She focused on the doors, trying to look for a certain name. The room number was 102. That's what the woman at the reception desk told her. She waited a while to visit at the lobby; those six friends of hers took turns and patiently sat for their time to be up.

They only allowed a few visitors at a time. Wallflower waved to them but she got little to no recognition. Not even the energetic pink haired friend greeted her; feeling ignored is one of the worst feelings ever. Wallflower had to get used to being invisible to everyone- but as long as someone else was noticed, it made her feel happy. She thought about what she'd say to her friend, it's been a very long time since they spoke. It's been over seven months, sure. The last time they saw each other they were still in high school but now that chapter of their life has ended.

Her fear was moving apart from her friend. After all, it had been a long time... maybe she should end their friendship right here and now. Though, it may bring some unnecessary pain. She'd understand, right? People move on, it happens... but Wallflower couldn't stop thinking about those who still manage to maintain their friendships over long distances. Why was this any different?

Even more thoughts began to move like gears in her head. They were cogs that slowly came to the realization; there's no use in saying a long distance relationship would work out if Wallflower herself isn't up to it. This made up her mind. Life already gave her enough stuff to deal with, maybe checking up on someone every now and then was too much. The green haired young woman frowned. It's easier said than done. Eventually, Wallflower met her eyes with the number 102 on the blue metal door. The blurry window barely shown a curtain and the bright sun beam that twinkled off of the window. Her eyes darted at the white board across the door’s exterior that read,

‘SHIMMER’

A heavy knot squeezed inside her chest over this decision. Wallflower took deep breaths and briefly closed her eyes. And held her lower stomach.

In through her nose.

Out through her mouth.

She repeated this a few times until giving out a long sigh before taking out the visitor card. Her hand trembled and reluctantly swiped across the scanner. A faint *beep* clicked the door open and she stepped inside of the room. Wallflower anxiously closed the door, thinking the noise would wake up her friend.

The room looked like a standard hospital room. It had dark blue walls and a huge window that looked down at the bustling city below. The floor was hard, and light brown- made with an unknown material. Blue chairs were placed next to the table and a small comfort chair was dormant underneath the flat screen TV above it. Wallflower was hesitant to look at her friend’s direction. Leading up to it were many presents from those who had visited previously. It made her feel bad for not bringing anything.

Then, Wallflower took a few steps towards the bed where her friend slept and a faint murmur was heard,

“W-who’s... there?” The voice was hoarse but soft. Audibly painful.

Wallflower began to tear up and saw her hurt friend, covering her mouth from shock at the sight.

There were IV bags and tubes attached to her friend’s arms. The one with blood made Wallflower wince, but she quickly retuned her gaze. Presents and gifts were around the head of the bed, and some balloons were too.

Wallflower swallowed as she struggled to say something, “I- I'm... sorry. Sunset, do you recognize me? I'm...”

“Wallflower?” Sunset turned her head, but her eyes still appeared to be closed.

Wallflower took the time to look at Sunset’s terrible condition. Her forehead was covered in a white bandage that wrapped around, and she heard how terrible Sunset’s breathing sounded. She was in a light blue gown and Wallflower didn't notice Sunset’s eye now being opened while the other was swollen and sealed.

Wallflower approached the bed and held Sunset’s hand, “What- happened?” Her voiced cracked. She barely managed to hold in heavy sobs.

“Accident... I... I feel tired. Get comfortable if... you want?” Sunset shut her eye and her grip from the hand holding loosened. Breathing slowed, and the sound of the AC overtook the atmosphere.

She found a chair to sit in and quickly wiped away her fresh tears. There she sat, for a few minutes before turning back to her sleeping friend.

“Hey, Sunset?” She asked, knowing there'd be no answer, “I know I've moved out of town and we grew distant but- can we still be friends afterwards? That is- if we were to begin with.” Wallflower fidgeted her fingers, then put her hands inside the warm pockets of her jacket.

“It's been a long time, I know, but maybe we can make this work? Calling one another every now and then? Does that sound okay?” She gave a shy smile after saying that, and then walked over to Sunset’s gifts after getting up. Someone brought flowers, books to read, a jar of... sauce? A new dress that was completely black except for having a symbol of sorts near the hips that looked like the sun. Somebody’s gift to her was a DVD film-

‘Daring Do: The complete collection? Weird...’, Wallflower thought. She wasn't a big fan of action and mystery films.

Wallflower noticed there was another gift that was wrapped in pink paper, with a matching bow. She shrugged it off and leaned over the foot of the bed; hands on the plastic rim.

“I wish I would've gave you something,” she shook her head and stared out the window, “maybe I would've got you... a goodbye letter? No. You already look and feel horrible- that would add insult to injury... quite literally.”

I don't know what happened to you... you said something about an accident? Motorcycle accident?” Wallflower looked back at her resting friend, as if waiting for a response, “Most likely. I'm so sorry this happened to you, I hope you get well soon.” She patted the bed, making sure to avoid Sunset’s foot, and began to head out. Only stopping at the door.

“-But I want to tell you something... I just don't know if I can. Every time I try to say something I try to get the courage to say I talk fast and when I do it's hard for anyone to understand what I'm saying and I fumble over my words and I feel a very nervous and tense trying to say what I wanted to... say.” She turned around, slowly walking back to the chair and settled down in it.

“Sunset- I... I was going to ask... no... I planned to tell you? No... I've been meaning to inform you- what am I? Fancy?” She took a deep breath before explaining, “I think it would be best for us to part ways. Weird, right? Come to think of it, we hardly even know each other. Remember that one time I took away the good memories from your friends and they remembered you as the power hungry meanie that took over the entire school?”

“One of the few moments we shared together was of us fixing that. Yeah, I sometimes stopped by to say hi every now and then but that didn't feel right. I felt as if we weren't being friends- but we were friends! I'm probably not making any sense to you... am I? Why am I even talking to you while you're asleep? I guess... maybe it's easier like this. I feel better being the only one here crying.” As if on que, the wet liquid from her tear ducts started to flow down and along her cheeks. She tried to smile but it struggled to stay up and faltered once her body began to shiver.

“I can't believe I used something tragic as an excuse to come and visit you. I barely know you and now that I'm leaving for good and may never see you again... it's like... I've known you my whole life and we may never see each other again. You see, I'm going to college... and I may be pregnant. Starting a new life... woo.”

“You'd probably say, ‘Who is this mystery man?’ And then I'd retort, wouldn't YOU like to know’. As if we'd been... friends our whole life. I met new people and I am currently dating him. Silly me. I don't start relationships because I'm ready... I find someone to feel loved from because I'm alone.” Wallflower leaned against the table and put her hand to her temple.

“And what have you've been up to? Besides getting into accidents? Probably... probably something far more interesting than me. You're an element of harmony or whatever you guys refer to yourselves. Saving the day from whatever threat comes your way! I wish I had that life. And that whole yearbook incident... stems from my jealousy. Even after school and all this time- I'm still jealous of you.”

“Your ability to see someone's past and empathize with them... it actually hurts when you touch people. Well, I can speak for myself- because not only did it feel like an electric shock- it felt like a wave of my burdens left me- I knew you were going to understand what I've gone through and... having someone tell me it's going to be okay... means everything to me. I should be bawling my eyes out right now but I think I feel better.”

Wallflower got up from the chair and walked over to Sunset. Placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Some friends are here for a reason, and some are here for a season. You're lucky to meet six amazing people who will be in your life forever. I'm not great on the advice or inspirational quote thing but... I felt like you needed to hear that.”

Wallflower gingerly took her hand off of Sunset and headed towards the exit. With the orange sky behind her as she knew her visit time was over. Before heading out the door, she took one long lasting look at her former friend.

“Goodbye, Sunset Shimmer.”

And then proceeded to exit the room, and out of her life.

Author's Note

Everyone was doing this contest for shipping Wallflower and Sunset... I was going to write a story but

A) I can't do love stories
and
B) I just now found out about this while the deadline was a day away.

This sort of counts? This is to pay homage to the contest I suppose. Enjoy.

3 The abandoned breezies. | June 22.2022|

Downpour wasn't the only thing keeping them up at night. Although the thunderous echoes and occasional howl through the pitch forest didn't cause them to nestle inside a tree from up above, it made them feel protected, even though being here is a terrible accident. If they were slightly bigger creatures, it would be no worry to investigate whatever went bump in the night. Occasionally there'd be an act of courage from one of them. For a breezie, being bold did wonders for exploration and meeting new creatures. Well... friendly creatures. There is the exception where some disappear after greeting something they never heard of before. It's also pretty hard for them to run into something that doesn't want to eat them. Especially in the vast green of the Everfree. In fact, that's how they got in this tiny situation. None of them would've foresaw the monster that chased them for a short minute. Their small stature surely didn't help when considering the wind of all things to pick up speed and come to inside a tree. At least that's the general consensus the group agrees upon.

Inside the makeshift little place are leaves used as miniature houses, made in a half circle manner, using the glow of pollen inside their baskets to illuminate the area. Shadows of antenna and floofy hair crowed the ceiling everywhere. The main entrance was haphazardly made from bark and tiny sticks, quickly made to hide from dangers lurking where their eyes couldn't spy. Nearby the entrance of bark, a wall of tiny golden prints of breezies that left.

One of the breezies, knees clutched together, sat in a corner. A murmur here and there, in the language few can understand. But for a breezie, they of course can comprehend. There, they sat in almost complete silence. Suffering together, only wishing for the night to pass. They were told terrible things awaited in the day but seeing is better than never being heard from at night with even more things out to get the adorable little fairies. The tree was a cascade of yelps and little squeaks when they first ended up here. Seabreeze was there, getting their attention by speaking Ponish and using his antenna as a torch. Fearing a huge group would be too easily noticeable, he took a few to travel with him and promised to return with the helping hooves of pegasi.

Now, it all seemed that hope is dwindling. The breezies weren't initially scared of their predicament, it was very boring having to wait hours for their rescue. And many hours they did wait. The early morning became afternoon, and thus, the sun began to set like white butter slipping off of a pancake. Dark clouds from above made it difficult to guess if a day had even passed for the breezies.

Recapping events happened amongst the group. Some questioned the reason they're so helplessly stranded in the heart of Everfree. This isolation made way for the breezies to befriend one another in a way. Some complimented their wings, others joked to cope instead of wait around and mope. This lasted for a while until it suddenly stopped. Now, the enthusiasm died along with the sunlight they so very much miss.

Again, there was one breezie bunched up. Away from the others, he had flashes of the chase. One of the few to look back at the perpetrator. It had wings. He slowly puts together how they were blown by the wind ending up stuck here. He vaguely remembers a dark figure rushing towards them, having narrow bright red eyes. That could just be his imagination playing tricks on him but what if it really had bright red eyes?

The poor little one shivered at the thought, whimpering alone in his corner. Trying to remember what tried to get them was a painful memory, although, it would help explain what they're up against. A few breezies went outside in hopes of making at least some progress with being stranded but they never returned. Be it the constant thud of rain or creatures announcing their presence from various sounds, the Everfree lives and this torment lasted forever.

Breezies whispered and spoke with an aggressive hush. Some eyes were on the lonesome breezie in the corner, as he felt an uncomfortable wave pass by.

The memory of this dreadful thing that wanted to feed became a blur. A haze, he so desperately tried to remember again but to no avail. Anything to help his former friends perceive him as useful, to at last prove himself to the group. But nothing came up. Flashes here and there snapped and blinked through his mind and yet not a single bit of recollection came up.

Bundled in a corner, shivering, the breezie took deep breaths and slowly shook his head. Disappointed his mind has failed him, he stood up and slowly fluttered over to the other side of the shelter. Others began to arise and watch him with great interest. Slowly looking back at the crowd behind him, a silent gulp followed by his crushing abdomen was present. Breezies quietly hummed a calming tune for him, ever so slightly pushing closer.

The shadows blackened the room so that only he was visible. A single bowl of pollen slid towards him from the chorus of breezies. He winced as it sparkled and radiated dust that called for attention.

Thunder crackled and boomed throughout the midnight sky, barely seen through the bark. The lonesome breezie, at one final attempted act of remembrance, shut his eyes and saw the monster. At least he'd like to believe he did as his old friends formed a half circle behind him, already closing the distance between.

He dipped his tiny hooves in the pollen. Soaking in the golden substance that formed around them. Slowly, he stamped his left hoof, and then finally placed his right alongside a few other hoof prints on the wall. They twinkled a golden sheen, taunting the breezie of his fate.

The tree bark door was hooked to the side, revealing the bottomless pit of the great abyss. Jungle plants and undergrowth littered as far as their eyes can see. Identical trees were sparsed in his peripheral vision, and reality finally caught up with him.

A push.

He held on to the sides of the tree's opening, fluttering his wings to stay on.

A shove.

Frantically, he squirmed and fought. He felt a few hooves tear through film of wing, with a drawn out snapping sound that forced him to give in. A ringing shot though his head, letting out a shriek of pain. Suddenly, there was only the sound of the pittering rain.

The breezies quickly shut the door, awaiting the next time it was another's turn to explore whatever lied out there.

Fortunately for them, a few noticed and eyed the breezie in the corner. Clutching her knees, and asking herself to remember something.

4 AMWDW PacifistDoodl3r and forgiving yourself. | June 26.2022 |

AMWDW, self written session.

It was like he expected to see them, as the dark grey pony closes the door and turns to Dr. Wolf's direction. Slowly making their way to the couch, the pony settles in and notices the wolf patiently waiting. He started to open his mouth but was quickly cut off.

"-I'm sorry. I've been anxiously waiting for this appointment and I may be a little... awkward?" The mare attempts to blow hair out of their face right after saying this.

"Oh, that's alright. If it makes you feel any better, you're not the fist to confess that. Anyway, so Pacifist, what brings you here?"

"You know, pfft I was in the neighborhood and thought I should stop by... heh." They reposition, trying to feel the utmost comfort in the couch.

"Booking an appointment and everything? Take your time telling me what's up, you look worried about something." He sits up in his chair, titling his head.

"Nothing happened two years ago... nothing about this incident that totally didn't happen still haunts me and upsets me- which it doesn't! I was hypothetically speaking if it were to had happened... then it would've still hurt me today... which it doesn't." They clutch their chest with a hoof, taking heavy breaths.

"Are you comfortable talking about it?" He softened his voice, getting up from his chair. "I'll make us some tea. It helps with nerves and you'll like it."

"Th-thank you."

He left the office and entered the small kitchen, opening a deawer with boxes of tea bags. Pacifist leaned their head to look at Dr. Wolf taking out a box.

He cleared his throat before speaking, "We have Green, White, Sweet, Black-"

"Chamomile!"

"Chamomile? Alright, coming up... and I'll have earl grey." He placed two packets on the counter top before lifting the box back into the cabinents, giving Pacifist a warm smile once he noticed them watching.

Dr. Wolf poured water inside a pot, then he proceeded to give the mugs company with teabags. He cranked a black kitchen timer to four minutes. Walking back to his chair, Dr. Wolf wrote in his notebook.

"Now, we may begin properly." A small nod from Pacifist, and he continued, "Strange, I thought I was the only one here who's favourite Holiday is Nightmare Night." He gave a smirk.

This made Pacifist's eyes widen. "Wh- what? Wait, you too?" A beat, and a giggle signified it clicked. "Oh- uhm- my hair? Orchid purple and pumpkin are like my favourite colours but, yes, I love Nightmare Night! Free candy- food is indeed my love language."

"Well then, when you're 'looking', I hope some stallion-"

"Or mare-"

"Or somepony-"

"-or griffin or a-"

"I bet somecreature will supply you with the goodies you have a sweet tooth for." He tried to hold back laughter.

"Ah, they better be some gourmet chef baking me sweet rolls if they- ah heh heh- want to woo me-" They burst out laughing and Dr. Wolf lets it out too.

"Oooh it... feels nice to laugh here." He smiled and took a deep breath, "So, two years ago you..." he studied his notebook, "had a terrible incident-"

"I'm sorry to cut you off but I bet you know what comes after the letter S in the alphabet?"

"T? T... oh, I gotta get the... hold on."

He momentarily left. Pacifist heard the sound of boiling water. Soon after, they heard the sound of boiling water being poured. A pause. Then it was poured again. Dr. Wolf held the tea using tiny plates in each paw, giving Pacifist one plate and sitting back down with the other.

Blowing on the tea, he took a sip, returning his attention to Pacifist. "About your issue that happened a while ago, I wanted to ask- how'd you find that?"

"The Sherlock Pone plushie? It was just by the bookshelf? It's a little cute. I couldn't imagine somepony throwing it... however... do you have one of-" Sudden silence. They looked to the side and started to take heavier breaths.

"Is something the matter? Pacifist?"

"Nyeoo- I- I am fine."

"You said 'no' in a weird manner- I'm here to help you, it's alright." He placed the tea on his lap, giving them a compassionate stare.

"I use the y consonant in my speech when I'm... anyhow," they winced before shy eyes dart back at him, "I don't exactly... like a past patient of yours. I have a strong distain for this individual. And, no, it's not Fluttershy because she's actually my favourite of the mane 6."

Dr. Wolf sipped his tea again before giving them a slightly serious look, "I see."

"And, yeah, this has to do with whatever happened quite a bit ago." They stared out the window. "Everybody likes them, even I once did but seeing the wrong side of a person can taint your perception of them. You know what I mean?"

"I understand completely. This one incident ruined your positive feelings towards this person no matter how long you liked them. We tend to take negative acts or words more attentively than the good."

"Is it ok if I don't disclose who this is? I think a part of me enjoys denouncing people and I used to- a lot- in the past... but I came here to grow as a person." Pacifist parted their mane to the side, anticipating Dr. Wolf's words.

"Maturity comes with experience and effort, not age. I'm glad to see you're trying to better yourself, Pacifist." Dr. Wolf took a sip of tea once again.

Pacifist looked at their tea, blowed at the steam, before they drank all of it in one go. "Please- call me... Zelle."

"Are you comfortable with that?"

"Although many prefer being called by their pen or channel name, I do in some occasions but when it comes to therapy- I dunno- I just feel like my name is appropriate here? So, yes."

"Thanks for sharing that, Zelle, I'm glad to be here for you." Dr. Wolf smiled, pushing up his specs during another moment of writing down some notes.

"It was a huge misunderstanding and now- it's a huge hole left in my heart while they probably forgot about it by now..." their voice starts to break, "I- I was stupid and didn't consider their perspective- th-they overreacted and hurt my feelings! Could've just calmly explained to me but instead, I felt aggressively attacked and now someone who- who I once..." with a shakey voice, Pacifist quivered their lips before trying to continue, "...looked up to... ughh it was unfair. Without any way to solve the problem- I was too heated and angry to talk to them- this was left unresolved. Thus, making me have th- this disgust anytime I see them! I'm sorry I didn't give you a reason why this started... and for raising my voice." They took a deep breath.

Dr. Wolf blinked. He gave a small frown, nodding in acknowledgment. "You want them to apologize for something that left you upset? Do they feel any hard feelings for what happened? I'm saying this because it sounds as if there's something you're not telling me. You see, it's usually the aggressor that still maintains bitterness from something like this that has happened this long ago. The person you're upset with... are they, themself, still hurt by this incident? Does that make sense to you?"

Pacifist sighed, "Oh... y- you're good. That's a fair point." They clutched their heart, veering away from Dr. Wolf. "Uhm- umm... yes. I started it." Their eyes began to water, "I- I- I am unable to accept being in the wrong... even after all this time."

"Take a deep breath, you're alright, Zelle." Dr. Wolf finished his tea, setting it aside on the floor. "Are you upset for being in the wrong without any reconciliation or closure?"

"Mhm... it hurts. It doesn't just hurt being in the wrong, no, I'm more upset at the fact they seemed so- happy moments afterwards while I was left sulking and tearing my hair out. I just wanted a proper discussion with them about something I felt was wrong but they gave me a deep wound that... needs to start healing. At the time, I felt like nothing compared to an unscathed person. I felt like... nothing." Zelle began to cry, burying their face in hooves that shook from nerves.

"It's always tough trying to regain self worth after a painful thing someone you looked up to said. Whether that be a sister, a mother, a brother, a father... a friend or a pony you cared about telling it to you. But for something to cut deep this much, a nerve had to be struck that you found true. Are you ok with telling me what stuck with you?"

The heavy breaths and sobbing stopped. Pacifist looked up at Dr. Wolf with teary pink eyes.

Silence.

A minute passed before Dr. Wolf started again.

"Earlier you said Fluttershy was your favourite of the mane six. Can you tell me why? I'm actually curious."

"Fl-fluttershy... hmm... yeahh, I-" *sniff* "I like her because she's passionate, patient, understanding, and always tries to learn two perspectives before jumping to conclusions. I wish I had those qualities and I admire her because of that." Pacifist gives a little smile, "She makes being an introvert a good thing- usually people shun it but she really owns it and that feels a little endearing to me. It's comforting to know someone like you is proud to be themselves... makes me feel..."

"Seen..."

"Yes. Nobody notices me but I feel a little less alone knowing someone like me is out there being the best version of themself. Here's something outsiders don't know about living with borderline personality disorder- and I don't mean to negate anyone's experience or put someone down, Dr. Wolf, I am constantly latching on to someone- not relationship wise- just... a friend I think I have and wait for them to make one mistake so I can dig deeper for more mess ups until the version I had of them in my head dies. Then they hate me because I end up hating them. Suddenly I find myself pushing everyone away because I get hurt and feel as if the world is out to get me. Of course, it's only a matter of time before I either go back to self hatred and substance abuse to cope or finding another poor person I think sees me as a friend; constantly jumping at any chance to make them break my heart. I don't want to be alone but- I heavily encourage it. I can't help it. I need help." Pacifist sunk their head into the couch, wanting to disappear.

Dr. Wolf felt his heart drop. Now, he pieced it all together. "Earlier, you explained to me how this incident with somepony you looked up to left you with hatred and bitterness. Is that correct?"

"Uh huhh~"

"I believe you don't really dislike them, you're... more upset with yourself and the fact your disorder got in the way of making things better by having you move on. Zelle, this person broke your heart because you were too attached to them. You have just described what having BPD feels like."

"I have no control over it. It's torture..."

"That's right. I believe you. But you can make things better with forgiveness."

"Dr. they've done nothing wrong. I started it, I- I shouldn't forgive them and they shouldn't forgive me."

"I think that's the problem, Zelle. You need to forgive yourself."

"Wh-when I see or even think about them... I feel my chest twist within me... maybe that's the feeling of heartbreak. Well, I really hope that can end soon so I can watch any video involving them... hearing their friendly voice... I can at least try to stitch my feelings about them together. This is a lot to take in for me."

"Since you understand that this internal conflict with yourself had this incident blown up to proportion, I hope you realize living with an intense mental illness such as this is a hardship- one you have to live with but can overcome. Forgive yourself and embrace the version of you who managed to pull through a tough situation."

Pacifist got off of the couch and placed the Sherlock Pone plushie on the bookshelf. "Why do you even have this!?" They let out a chuckle, "I mean- FIW is fun and all but-" a sigh, "ok, seriously speaking, I'll better myself. I'm immature, prideful, arrogant, and full of rage. A kitten, ready to claw at anything due to my disorder. However, like you said, I don't have to be that. I don't want to be that. I can surprise myself and write silly stories for everyone despite being weighed down." Pacifist took a breath of fresh air.

"I'm happy for you. It's your decision to reach out to this person and explain things with a clearer mindset, although, I'd give it a month or two of mental progress before doing so."

"N-no I think I'll be fine keeping a little distance. Maybe I'll start commenting sweet things on their videos again after a while? But nothing more. I think- I uhm... I think I'm good. It's been nice talking to you, doc."

"Will you be ok, Zelle?"

"Sure. Thank you so much for... listening and pointing me in the right direction."

"Anytime! I hope you make good progress on forgiving yourself and being more understanding of others. Shall we continue on this next week?"

"Yes, perhaps? I'll let you know if I make some much needed healthy progress. Farewell, Dr. Wolf!"

Pacifist waved a hoof goodbye, closing the door behind them.

Dr. Wolf, after a few seconds, took a deep breath and stretched his arms.

"It's good to be helping."

Author's Note

This one feels very personal to me. I have all of this emotional baggage I don't know how to just- let out? Anyway, I've written this to help me. Also I am a fan of Dr. Wolf.

Here's a link to his FimFic account
FimFic
and YouTube. Please subscribe, he makes my day (I guess I just need a moment with Dr Wolf... even though I'm writing this)
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5 Three stories told from a Queen. |August 8. 2022|

Slowly opening windows to let the air clear out done wonders to help get the two situated. Kites were drifting away over the town's skyline where howling wind carried specs of raindrops along with it. Although the weather disturbed the peaceful set up in the room; anything was better than feeling hot.

The Castle shimmered throughout the hallways, still taking in the newly fresh air from a dark purple night sky which carried white specs of sugar from the heavens. This was an average spectacle of the night's enchantment made different from a distinct fluttering of wings. However, there she was, waiting for the princess on a pink fluffy pillow.

“Are you finally ready for a… history lesson?” The bug queen pressed up her glasses, eyeing the princess. “I've been waiting for ten minutes.”

“Actually, it's been six minutes. I keep a kitchen timer in most rooms. Although, it wouldn't hurt to make one last sweep of the house!” She chimed, closing the huge double door behind her with a magenta flicker of magic.

“Twilight, you know we're both pretty busy and if I find out this is another waste of my time…” Chrysalis trailed off, facing towards the windows.

“Please, forgive my stalling. I'll get on with it soon, just hold on.” Twilight replied, picking out ten books from high shelves before she placed them on the table. “I know they're somewhere in this pile, just give me a moment.” Twilight sucked in her teeth, proceeding to scan for the books.

“I don't got all night… my babies are probably bored by now.” Chrysalis reminded Twilight, giving a short wave to attract her attention.

“Okay, I understand, but you know how important this is for the Equestrian historians,” she gaped once two of the books were found, “and voilà! I just need to remember… ah, here.” The third book was floated over to Chrysalis as the front page presented itself.

“This is all? I expected at least twenty books to fact check.” She sighed, turning a few pages with a green glow.

“There's only three… well, if it goes smoothly, I'll ask you to do some more!” Twilight mused, clasping two hooves together.

“If what goes smoothly? Honestly, do you think I'm going to do something terrible? What are you implying, ‘princess’?” She glared at Twilight. Brows were furrowed, teeth were shown, and she started holding back laughter. “Ha! Ah ha ha ha! Your face!”

“Wh- I- I knew you were kidding…” Twilight rubbed her neck, sweeping her mane to the side. “Your majesty, I'd like to continue on with this.” The alicorn stretched her forelegs, scooting the other books closer to Chrysalis.

“Alright, let's see here. I remember this perfectly well! Almost as if it were yesterday…” The Queen twirled her blue hair, wiping off the drops of rain water on her glasses. After she situated herself, clearing her throat and all that jazz, emerald eyes hovered across the book entry. “In the early years of Equestria, an Empire known as Trot formed. Inhabitants of the land were wealthy and flaunted a sense of superiority over others,”

“Although it was well made aware that underlying factors played a key role into their downfall.” Chrysalis darted her eyes for a few paragraphs, “Here we go! Queen Chrysalis, a ferocious foe of the Equine populace and ruler of the changelings, sieged the Trot Empire.” She let out a long sigh, shaking her head. “Princess, bookmark this. Give me the next book.”

“What's the magic word?” Twilight smiled, awaiting her response.

“Fact checking. Now, if you'd kindly let me see the next one?”

“Alright, here.” Defeated, the princess opened the next book for Chrysalis. “This one actually involved some of my ancestors! I can't believe you were there!”

The book was slightly larger than the last one, having wear and tear along the spine. It had a lot of bookmarks and signs of vandalism from other creatures.

“The great Zebra war.” Chrysalis read aloud, giving Twilight a puzzled look. “Your… ancestors? Were they a part of the backup reinforcements that the princess’ sent?”

“Correct!”

“I remember now, and I am a little regretful… my brutality was… surely uncalled for.”

“Oh, that's totally alr-”

“In an attempt to move the peaceful Zebra kind from the dangerous land of the Everfree Forest, a misunderstanding between the Earth Ponies and Zebras followed. A war broke out between the two nations, involving an altercation with manticores and the unicorns. Celestia sent in reinforcements- as we've mentioned- hoping to die down the battle. Unbeknownst to them a swarm of Changelings were circling the area, planning on trapping the Zebras and ponies inside their domain.” The Queen nodded in approval, admiring the illustrated art for the page. “It was a great plan, in theory, but these heathens were prepared… no thanks to sun butt.”

Twilight was about to intercept Chrysalis’ remark, but she straightened up like a professional.

The Queen closed the book after reading for a few more moments. “What this book could use is some context to why I decided to migrate to this location. You see, Twilight, not only did the view there had a pretty sunset… it was a burial ground for the first generation of changelings.”

“I didn't know you were around for that long? How many generations of changelings are there?” Twilight leaned against the table, scratching her muzzle.

“I've ruled over four. My kind predates Celestia and even myself. Bookmark this one too, I have quite the history lesson to tell you later.” Chrysalis used her magic to bring over the last book on the table. “Speaking of which. We saved the best for last that I'm certain only I can fill in the blanks.” She sarcastically remarked, hints of uncertainty crept within before reading whatever this was.

This book was smaller than the other two, which vaguely told the origins of Alicorns and Changelings. It was pure black with an older flag of Equestria inscribed on it.

“What's wrong?” Twilight asked cautiously as Chrysalis slowly looked through the history book with the look of fear in her eyes.

Chrysalis was silent. Her ink black hooves trembled, causing her to lose the page she was on. She choked on her words, attempting to form a sentence, “In order to help with this one I have… I have to… remember my… mother.”

Author's Note

The prompt for this story was... actually... we were given full creative liberties with the plot! Quills And Sofas undergone it's third anniversary and because of this, we had to write a story involving three. Three what? Anything, really. I soon left the celebration contest before the judging started. This would've been my entry. Happy anniversary! Such an amazing, inspiring group!

6 Lyra doesn't understand fate. |July 12. 2022|

Ten months had passed since she moved out of Ponyville. It was an impulsive decision that came with immediate regret soon after. Just like that, in less than three minutes her bag was packed and she was ready to move away. But where to? She had no idea. It was as if something in her mind switched on, egging her to leave everything behind. Lyra Heartstrings, the pony that disappeared into the woodland and never to be seen again.

That would make a pretty interesting headline in the newspaper but she didn't think about such things. Her mind was on how lonely it is now. Just… being in the middle of the woods, with nothing but the birdies and frogs making a sound. It was truly awful. Then again, she put herself in this strange predicament. Like, really? Who else up and leaves without saying a word to anypony? I guess many had done this before but now that she committed to running away, it just slowly dawned on her. Poor Lyra, was this written in the book of friendship? I mean– is there a page that explains what to do when someone leaves without warning?

She sure hoped so.

It's a terrible business, not having anyone knowing what happened to you. Maybe they'll think you're running errands? Or perhaps they won't even bat an eye from your inexplicable ghosting. Lyra was now pondering if she had done the right thing. Obviously, leaving your friends behind without telling them is pretty awful. However, a part of her felt justified. Somewhere, deep down, this is what she wanted.

Clearly, Lyra wasn't the first pony to take a break from her mundane life by heading within the Everfree wood. The bones and remains of many creatures remind her of that.

This change of scenery felt jarring; in a sense of… there's nothing to really look at. Yes, there are huge mushrooms, trees, and a ground covered by plants but nothing is here to entertain her. Back at the village, there is a local pub, a flower shop, a hair salon, and Sugarcube Corner. Has fate decided to bring Lyra here for a reason?

Maybe, be it the princesses or destiny itself, she was meant to leave Ponyville and take a trip within the vast gift of nature. It already opened her eyes to the experience of being alone after so long. Speaking of which… How long has it been? A day? No, it was at least four. She lost track. It would be quite embarrassing if somepony saw how messy and entangled her mane has gotten since then.

Her looks were the least of her worries right now. Lyra was aware of the many things that considered her a snack. And there were quite a bit of things indeed. She caught a glimpse of something sprint from the corner of her eye, prompting a frantic head turn to spot it. Apparently it was too fast? And she's usually one to easily point out whether or not she's being watched. But this sixth sense wasn't working.

It's almost as if a creature as small as a mouse had her in its sights. Lyra backed up against a tree because of this, with her heartbeat punching her chest by the second. Oh, how she wishes fate told her to stay home.

The sky was dark purple, with a very dim moon amongst the horizon. Her magical aura was about to give out, using it as a torch for this long was mentally ruining her. It was her go to spell seeing as Lyra's mind melted, rendering her memory of everything else obsolete. What mattered now was survival, a primal mindset to have but one that pecked at her frequently.

It was truly frightening, seeing double. That wasn't the only thing her mind played tricks with. Sometimes, she saw what appeared to be ghost ponies gazing from a distance. Or when she's walking, a second pair of hoofsteps every now and then. This has gotten to the point where her mind reflects on all the weird stuff going on, that the current moment escapes her. Like right now. Lyra exited her current situation by imagining her past encounters within the Everfree forest.

With her back stretching against the huge tree, a breath or two per second, wondering what that growling noise is… she closes her eyes and everything fades to white.

“Lyra? You haven't touched your daisy sandwich? Come on, it's not poisoned. Although, I'm wishing it due to your lack of respect right now.” The familiar voice inquired, as the mare poked at Lyra with her hoof.

“Bon Bon, I missed your cooking and meals but I'm just not that hungry.” Lyra responds, giving her a weak smile.

“Not hungry? I bet it's because of all those sweets you get from Sugarcube corner. You seem real comfortable at that place.” Bon Bon spits, giving her a serious stare.

“Are you accusing me of something? Bae? It's just free sweets because I'm… friends… with a kind pony there.”

“Of course I'm not accusing you of anything! I'm just worried about… uuhmm… how concerning it is to eat so much sweets.” Her eye twitched, about to implode any second.

“I'm careful, sweetie, I take a fine amount of candy and sweet rolls every time I visit.”

“VISIT? Oh, yeah? Alright, I got you. Loud and clear.” Bon Bon’s voice was sharp and felt like cold ash amongst a sea of ice to Lyra.

“Bonnabel? Are you alright?” Lyra cautiously asked, backing away in her chair.

“The pink pony… Pinkie? That's her name? I'll pay her a visit. She seems… nice.” Bon Bon looks up at Lyra, and slowly leaves her chair. Walking off.

The search party lasted five days, involving pegasi and led by Pinkie Pie herself. Within the deep forest of The Everfree, no sign of Lyra was reported back. Nothing of course, save for the few remains left behind by whatever eats anything but the bones of those who wander alone.

Author's Note

Fate Panic!
That was it. A panic is an unexpected writing contest which comes out of nowhere! Cool concept, QnS!

7 The ticking of a prowling shadow. |July 22. 2022|

The ticking of a prowling shadow.

PacifistDoodl3r

Something's coming. Something may be ticking. The dark road of the town is vile and smells of death. A thick stench that stings one's nose until their eyes start to water. The nearby houses feel like tombs with no life inside to sleep, eat, or play. Every once in a while a light from within would flicker and abruptly stop.

A nameless mare, this unicorn walking so free. TICK TICK TICK, something happy and patient watches as they pass by. A joyous feeling encompasses it, ignoring how they're coated with the smell of rotting meat.

It watches from behind a house, crawling alongside a building to new heights in hopes to catch their tasty treat. The mare looks both ways before crossing the streets in case a late night stagecoach and her meet.

This is its chance to follow from behind.
TICK TICK TICK, the sound, a stopwatch counting down.

The mare turns, a shiver, the fur on her neck stands. With a quick look around… there's nothing there to see.

Behind a building, maybe it's a market store? It waits for her to continue without hungering anymore. The mare makes it to her house, visibly seen from a silhouette through a window. A yellow curtain obscured her hugging a little foal. There's a stallion who appeared to kiss her on the cheek.

TICK…TICK…TICK… the shadow's clock stops so soon. I let out a tear, wanting to devour but I'll never know what it means to love. Not today, not tomorrow, and certainly not next year. One thousand years, I ate too many. And I'll feed for one thousand more. Sensing something behind me through the fog so dense and grey, I begin to prowl on another one.

TICK TICK TICK.

Author's Note

3 Rule Panic!
Another panic. This is a short entry. It surprised me how much positive feedback this got- and I wrote this on a whim, joining in during the middle of the contest. I wasn't entirely sure why the contestants liked this one despite the lack of thought put into my piece but perhaps I should continue to just go for it rather than questioning how others would think? I don't know but what I do know is how nice they are to me!

8 Moonlight transition. |July 5. 2022|

Thankfully, the graceful plains of Equestria helped clear his mind after a long day of constant work. A terrible ordeal to be in, the job of a box mover. Yes, that was it. He was instructed to move boxes for a theatre at the nearby town of Trotland. These were heavy loads filled with miscellaneous items consisting of golden trophies, saws, hoola-hoops, poles, and whatever a magician needed. It wouldn't be so bad if only he didn't work alone in the blazing heat.

Chilly air blown from the west, cooling off hours of relentless heat. A night's sky is a relaxing sight for him, a painting of silver twinkles with purple abyss shrouding the great beyond in mystery.

His walk back home was mostly a mundane, uninteresting gander through the field of flowers and river streams. A stark contrast from the day which contained noisy carts and busy bees. Time to time he'd see someone he knew pass by with an awkward stare, prompting him to give a timid response. He so loathed the looks that others gave, longing for a break that lasts a single day.

As he sped up his gait, trotting along a white fence that marked some pony's property, he was greeted by an awful smell that scrunched his muzzle. It was rancid, like spoiled meat left to be picked off by flies. He heard a noise that sounded like an eerie ring, a silent scream akin to an animal that couldn't make a sound. When he tried to find the source of the noise, it traced back to the moon. Nothing seemed off about the crescent white orb in the sky, but it just called to him.

The pony took a few steps off of the trail towards the moon, and into the forest. Shadows enveloped him, and the trees circled. The further into the pitch green biome, the more circles sprouted. Eventually, the moon disappeared and his trance was now broken. One thing from being side tracked was clear, however.

He got himself lost.

Minutes of wandering in the vast forest tired him. He felt as if Equestria had been nothing but woodland now. His hooves grew weak and the night just didn't end. It didn't want to end for him.

He found a nice log nearby and sat.

“A glorious night this is, don't you think?” A voice echoed from behind the trees. “You'll find your way out, don't worry!” The voice got louder.

He turned over his shoulder to see a mare with white fur and silver hair, idly leaning against a tree.

“Wh-who are you?” He cautiously asked, backing up into a mossy boulder.

“I am here to help guide you out of these dark woods. Like I've mentioned already, you'll get out of here.” Her voice was flat. Almost as if it were fake but this didn't bother him.

He started to walk in the opposite direction of the mare, finding her a little untrustworthy.

“No thanks! I can handle this myself!” He yelled back, finding a little ounce of regret in his decision to leave her.

The night was still young, having the rising moon illuminate everything it could. But things were still dark, making the pony wish they were a pegasus or unicorn. Sounds of twigs snapping made them jump from time to time and it always surprised him to realize that was his own doing.

“You know… there's a stream with cute frogs hopping along the bank just a little west of here!” The mare returned, looking down from the mouth of a cave entrance up above.

“Having a blast following me?” He asked, looking at her with sad tired eyes.

“Just accept my help! I have this potion that will get you out of here in minutes, please try it! Oh, please!” She gave him the puppy dog eyes, jumping off of the rocky slope to move in closer.

“Nope.” He turned around and used what little strength he had to walk.

She disappeared within the overgrown brush and bright green foliage, out of his sight. He started to breathe heavier, attempting to push himself despite needing to rest. Feeling as if something is around waiting to eat him, calling it a night is not an option.

The crickets were actively singing. At least this was better than complete silence. He started to lose his sanity from the quiet ambience- or, lack-there-of.

Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before he collapsed.

“DRINK IT!” She yelled in his ear to wake him. It was still dark out.

“Ok, fine! If I die, that's the end of me I guess.” He took the vile of purple liquid in a fancy bottle out of her hand and gulped it down. It tasted spicy, clinging down his throat and making it a little difficult to breathe.

He saw nothing but blackness as the moon above him started to switch. It was cycling until it hit the full moon. The white furred mare observed with intent as her ghostly figure disappeared once again.

“Ms. Burns, wake up.” An elderly pony barked at him.

He was passed out on the side of a building, confused and dazed. The older pony jabbed at him with her cane.

“You're blocking the theatre door. This job won't help you pay for those pills or whatever you're trying to buy, young miss.” She scolded him, moving along elsewhere.

Oh, he had to move. It was only a matter of time before work started back up again.

Author's Note

T contest. Prompt: Moon Phase & There's no Potion For That.

My entry was criticized for depicting transitioning via pills as an addiction and the crammed elements that missed the feeling I was going for. That wasn't the point- I didn't mean to imply that. I'm sorry. Considering taking a break from the speed writes in QnS but if I do- I couldn't get better. I really do love this community.

9 And now, the inevitable format vent. |January 22. 2023|

"It's just... I— who even..." The peach coloured mare used a hoof to strain her hair out of frustration. "Is there a computer physicist that can teach me how to format like that?" She scoffed, rolled her brownie kissed eyes, then opened a new tab. "I've been E-writing long enough! Why isn't this 7 on my side!?"

[How to format a letter within a story online]🔎

She searched. All that popped up were unrelated videos about "Becoming A Better Writer" and the sort. After three minutes of clicking on answers leading to nowhere, her stomach grumbled. Defeated, the mare went back to her half-typed document. The blinking line edged her to just let it go and use center paragraphing like she had always done. But something snapped within her.

It was a typical Tuesday morning in the bright and sunny Maretime Bay like no other. At least she felt that way until a trip to Daggertales.net wormed its way into her agenda. That featured tab within the website caused the mare to roll her eyes. Being alone and craving attention choked her with each passing day as an attempt at noticeability was made. Yes, these attempts were indeed in vain.

HoofyClouds. A username she had given herself years ago. There was a dream once upon a time to write stories to inspire and bring the spirits up for others... but she was too quiet. It wasn't the reader nor the other souls on the internet at fault— this invisibility was clearly all her doing. If she'd just reach out and meet people. If people actually liked her, maybe somepony would be willing to help.

"Edited by..." jabs at her very being. Seeing that another author had been lucky enough for an able hoof to care about their work slashed at a heart which hung from a thread. Chocolate eyes drifted across the computer screen, bubbling with resentment. All those likes and comments compared to her wasteland of a profile. It was lonely. What made matters worse was the fact she actually adored these new stories that gained attention. They were mostly about the fiction or historical fiction based loosely on Equestria many centuries ago. Ever since magic returned, there had been an interest spike on the past. Maybe she should write something relating to old Equestria like everyone else?

No. That wouldn't be unique. This website encourages originality but every time she'd publish something nobody has ever thought of... It gets ignored. Hours of writing just for her pieces to get overlooked... It hurts.

The mare was back in the present with her eyes still glued to the blinking line. What point was it to beat herself up over something so frivolous? That other voice from nowhere silently whispered,

”Try again.”

Those two words sounded so vague. Try what again? Rewriting the entire story? Create a new account and write anonymously? She feared no matter the choice, it'd always end up with her write back where she started. Alone, in an empty house staring at a bright computer screen. Again, some other worldly voice from her psyche returned.

”Try again. Write from the heart. Fluff the format.”

With such profanity, this voice had to be listened to. Maybe it was right? This formatting isn't everything. It was just a stupid white line that others put in to show quality. Why not make her own quality?

“Nooo! No— I WILL learn how to do this!” She spat as many examples of such formal letter formatting struck like lighting. However, this silly apparition seemed to be amused by her determination.

”That so?” It spoke with little emotion. Almost robot-like.

“S-shayyt uup!” She hissed at the thing that appeared. It was there. And it slowly shook its head in disapproval. Whatever it was, seemed to enjoy her struggle. At least, it would appear so.

”You'll never make it to the popular section if with this attitude. So paathetique!” It chuckled. It saw as the computer went into sleep mode and turned off.

What stared back at her was... herself. Beneath the unapproachable mare and sadness that consumed... despite being disliked and soon to be forgotten... it was her. Whatever got the lone writer to this point had been nothing but herself. She deeply sighed then took one last look at the pony who kept her company. The chair legs screeched. Tired eyes took notice of a white little bird on her windowsill. It had a hat on? Quite strange.

“What am I even doing ‘ere? Feeling surrey for myself... I can write. But— but they can write better.” She grumbled as the sentence faded under her breath.

”Pegasi can fly.” Commented the voice.

“Yeah? so?”

”And that doesn't really bother you, does it? You can't do magic like the others but you're okay with that. Right?” It continued to speak as she got up from the chair.

“But that isn't skill based— that's something physical. These authors can format betta’ than I can. Some even have editors who support them. I'm royally screwed.” The door swung open, leading to the barren living room connected to a small kitchen.

”You've made it this far without using the the fancy letter format. I won't leave until you agree it's just a cosmetic white line.”

“True. That is true, however, I hafta’ show quality by learning how to format like that! Geez, it looks so easy but complicated. What does typing a 7 have to do with this? I'm gonna... I feel so—” She closed her eyes as the refrigerator opened. The mare opened a bottle of orange juice, chugging it until it burned her tongue. Only after it was nearly empty, she placed it back into her fridge with guilt painted eyes.

”Feel better?” It asked her moments later.

“... I still don't know how to format a letta’ like those seasoned typers. My juice... basically outta’ juice too.” A huff exhaled from her nose, purring from a frowning muzzle.

”Go back on the document and try writing a poem. Just do it while trying out the other two format options.” Said the voice in a contrasting tone.

“Why? In the middle of the story? Makes no sense, to me. Can't I just make anotha’ document or somethin’?” Despite the question, she walked back to the computer. For a split second, a flowery smell with an aged tint of sweat had met her nose once she entered the room.

With a slight nudge of the mouse, everything sparked to life again. A screensaver showing a stallion with an arm around her waist appeared before the tab with the document loaded in. And then she started to type a poem.

”Some days I just allow the sleepiness to take me. Some days I just want someone to see me.
Here I am, wishing for a natural disaster to transpire. Since I'm easily disappointed, there is nothing I desire.
Cut me, drown me, make me feel worthless. I'd take any attention for life to make sense.
They were there all of my life, and now I am barely surviving. I forgot my name and wish I were crying.
That itch helps. The stitch that threads together my need to create. It keeps me sane while also being my bane.
Nobody is here to see whatever I make become new.
I miss being told, ‘bless you’.”

“Is that good?” She asked the voice but garnered no response. “I— I guess I'll run it though the two other formats...” her voice trailed, unimpressed with the words written down.

“Some days I just allow the sleepiness to take me. Some days I just want someone to see me.
Here I am, wishing for a natural disaster to transpire. Since I'm easily disappointed, there is nothing I desire.
Cut me, drown me, make me feel worthless. I'd take any attention for life to make sense.
They were there all of my life, and now I am barely surviving. I forgot my name and wish I were crying.
That itch helps. The stitch that threads together my need to create. It keeps me sane while also being my bane.
Nobody is here to see whatever I make become new.
I miss being told, ‘bless you’.”

And then, she repeated the process of copy and pasting the words.

”Some days I just allow the sleepiness to take me. Some days I just want someone to see me. Here I am, wishing for a natural disaster to transpire. Since I'm easily disappointed, there is nothing I desire. Cut me, drown me, make me feel worthless. I'd take any attention for life to make sense. They were there all of my life, and now I am barely surviving. I forgot my name and wish I were crying. That itch helps. The stitch that threads together my need to create. It keeps me sane while also being my bane. Nobody is here to see whatever I make become new. I miss being told, ‘bless you’.”

And then, finally, the centre formatting.

“Some days I just allow the sleepiness to take me. Some days I just want someone to see me.
Here I am, wishing for a natural disaster to transpire. Since I'm easily disappointed, there is nothing I desire.
Cut me, drown me, make me feel worthless. I'd take any attention for life to make sense.
They were there all of my life, and now I am barely surviving. I forgot my name and wish I were crying.
That itch helps. The stitch that threads together my need to create. It keeps me sane while also being my bane.
Nobody is here to see whatever I make become new.
I miss being told, ‘bless you’.”

The thought of seeing the missing white line running alongside the words pestered her again. As badly as she wanted to scream into her pillow for not knowing how to format professionally... this poem spoke to her. Would it be any different feeling with that fancy letter formatting?

Closed eyes caused these thoughts to grow! and Grow! But her stylized type of writing made her stand out. Yes, these authors know something she doesn't and it will hurt to witness something professionally made... but this poem was beautiful. No format can change this feeling of accomplishment.

Minutes had passed and that blinking bar stayed put. Eyes like freshly cooked brownies contemplated something.

The voice came back.

Author's Note

Something needed to be written to express my frustration over this. I may never, truly, get rid of that voice in my head showing a little jealousy towards those who know how to format professionally but I think focusing on what I know how to do and expanding on it will make me equally happy. Technically, this is my first Gen 5 fic on here and I have no idea who this OC is. If you know how to...
🌫Do
🌫Something
🌫Like
🌫This
🌫Or whatever...
good for you. That is very neat! How amazing. Cool ability you can show off. I need some time to cope with this. Excuse me.

edit: I'm confused— how did it do that? That first written rendition of the poem undermines this whole story. I need ice cream and to cuddle my stuffed animals... all of them. Yes, all of them.

10 What puzzlement, Puzzlemint! | January 27. 2023 |

Outside of a clothing store in Ponyland to which its bright purple and dark pink colours stood defiantly against many shades of green, stacks of blankets were being placed on tables by the ponies who worked there. Unbeknownst to them, a shadow approached their direction. Trees whistled as if to warn them about the figure in the horizon. Unfortunately, they continued to stack the blankets and fabrics without being alerted. The main employee there was a blue earth pony, naturally showing off her salmon pink, purple, blaze orange, and leafy green hair. Although this wasn't her boutique, she looked as if this was all under her management.

Her voice reached the approaching figure from afar as she spoke with elegant playfulness, “Please, another stack from the back to make space for this amazing place! Thirty… no… fifty bits for that one there. Yes, the one that looks like my hair!” She giggled as a hoof motioned over to the blankets neatly folded in a stack.

And soon enough, the blanket stack was placed onto another outside table. A pony wrote ‘50*’ on a piece of paper in front of the stack. After a nod of approval from the mare, everypony froze in their place once attention brought forth from a new face sufficed.

“That's all the blankets done, and now it's time to get out of… the… sun.” She finally stopped in her tracks too. “And who must you be, new friend?”

The mysterious pony eyed the arrays of many blankets for sale for a few seconds of silence. “Rainbow Dash.” She spoke matter-of-factly, stating the pony's name, “Are these fabrics and fleeces of many niches up for barter?”

“You want to purchase some blankets? How swell! I'd be happy to sell if you have the coin to pay us well! Take your pick, please.” Rainbow Dash replied, presenting the many different options to choose from.

“Hmm, yes.” The mare said quickly. She pondered for a moment and gave Rainbow Dash a look of confidence. “I shall buy all of them.” A smile formed. Rainbow Dash cocked her head to the side, staring blankly.

“Darling, I must refuse this outlandish request. You may not purchase all but you can check out a few of the best! Isn't that right, everypony?” She asked the group behind her who mumbled words of agreement.

“Ohh, fair enough.” The stranger spoke in a sing-song tone. “I'll be on my way then. I hope the sales go well!” She said with a cheerful attitude. The mare stared at the group of working ponies in front of her before spinning around to depart.

They could only watch on as the stranger merrily cantered away down the dirt path. Eventually, she was removed from the skyline where trees and a massive ferris wheel remained. Something chilly was sent through Rainbow Dash's chest. Was it the feeling of being cursed? Was it just her body reacting to the breeze? Any guess was on the table. The neatly stacked pile of blankets were also on tables.

Slowly but surely, the sun sank lower than the family of clouds. The group returned to the work they've sought to do. Every blanket pile was stacked on a table, now they just needed to remove the furniture. The few stallions present were on the task of pushing out shelves from aisles and prepped a wagon to load some on. Rainbow Dash managed the funds inside of their piggy bank. They should be fine with the expenses for now but not many ponies are willing to buy these sold goods.

Inevitably, the sun’s disappearance caused the sky to darken into a purple and blue mixture like a melting slush. Bright stars complimented this stretched dessert of air, twinkling under a cream coated sleepy moon. Dark blue grass surrounded the area now. Many of the ponies who were working left, leaving Rainbow Dash to her own devices. Each of the blankets were put away and hauled off except for the heavy furniture.

Something told her to take quick glances over at the hills just in case that pony returned. Was it fate? Was the uneasy feeling all in her head? The walk home made her reflect on this. Dark sapphire shaded trees matched the grass for as far as the eye can see. Distant mountains with mist circling them came into view. A breeze here and there with specs of raindrops motivated the mare to walk faster. The town was a glowing orb in the middle of an empty lot of darkness. She finally made it home.

At the market before work, Rainbow Dash could've sworn the mysterious mare had been watching her. It's only been a day and this uneasy feeling still hasn't gone away. Mental images of white fur and ocean tinted eyes arose from nowhere. Gravity tugging on yellow, purple, and magenta hair crept as well. She tried to shake off visually imagining the pony in front of her but it was no use.

Rainbow Dash couldn't enjoy the slice of cake she ordered. Every few seconds the feeling of not understanding something pestered her. “Why would anypony want all of these blankets?” She questioned.

And that wasn't the only question the blue pony had.

“Who was she?”

“How does she know me?”

“Am I safe?”

Nothing made sense. Once at work, she positioned her seating chair to face towards the path where the pony came from.

“If this potential friend visits again, I'll just have to agree on giving her everything…” she thought, pacing in front of the tables. “Nopony has bought anything ever since her arrival. Is this a coincidence?” The thoughts continued. She hummed a song to herself that never failed to reduce stress. But this proved to be fruitless.

Every worker stopped what they were doing. Eyes followed the dark silhouette of an approaching figure. Like a gallop, her heart raced and ached. Rainbow wanted to run but the working ponies were ready to greet this stranger again. Things seemed to shrink around Rainbow as her chest tightened. She could only smile the moment this strange mare walked up to her.

“Oh, it appears nopony realized these blankets are lonely.” A hoof pointed at the stack of unpurchased blankets and cloth. “Here's a thought, move this sale to the town? It would surely help that sad, sad, frown.”

“W-who are you? I mean… What's your name, darling?” Rainbow Dash sucked in a breath through her teeth. This question will hopefully be answered once and for all.

“—How much for one fabric?” The mare seemingly ignored her question. “Even though it would look… Oh so… Ick!”

Rainbow Dash couldn't help but scoff, “Are you insinuating these are not pretty already? I am starting to think you're just acting petty.”

“Petty? Not quite. But I'm sure your prices don't bite. Name the bits, I have them at hoof. I didn't mean to come across as aloof!” The stranger presented her hand bag filled with bits. Rainbow Dash raised her eyebrows.

“Only one? These are two bits each. Five for six bits! These deals are fan-tast-ic!” She isolated a folded blanket fabric from one of the stacks. The stranger followed and shook her head.

“Only one.”

“Why?”

“So I can return tomorrow under a brand new sun!”

“Will you return tomorrow?” Rainbow Dash almost dropped the fabric after the stranger’s enthusiastic change in demeanor.

“Indeed. And I will buy more so your business can soar!” After she exchanged the bits for the fabric, the mysterious pony grinned.

“Wow. I am a little confused? What am I to do with this unexpected news?” Rainbow Dash turned away from her with a need to give herself a few scritches. “Will you visit my boutique once the supply gets skewed? Or will this unique ordeal cause you to be shooed?”

“By then, I'd like to think we'd finally be friends by then once you take the hint.” She took the one piece of folded fabric that had a striking resemblance to Rainbow Dash’s hair.

“What do you mean by that? Is this an alternate way for you to buy all of my fabric? And if you wish to be friends, I must know your name!” Rainbow Dash’s voice almost cracked from her uncharacteristic loss in temper.

In front of her remained the shaking, giggling, writhing body of her potential friend. The mare held a hoof over her muzzle, containing the laughter within. “Oh, yes, so— it's nice to meet you, my name's Puzzlemint.”

Author's Note

Originally, this was my entry for the My Little Pony 40 Years celebration collaboration. This isn't what the author wanted, and I respect that.

11 She lives | March 2. 2023 |

Maretime Bay felt sad, coated in darkness as the rain poured heavily all the while an ocean rages harshly. The sky continued to cry as cracks up above streaked through with blight for a split second, angrily roaring through a changed Equestria. It was a beacon of light, a force of friendship's raw power… their lighthouse. Beads of raindrops pittered, refusing to stop splashing water in every direction on top of a drenched roof. The place was barely lit, harboring a huge feeling of coziness and comfort with little visibility to it. On the top floor, groaning with boredom, Sunny Star Scout moped.

She buried her head in a pillow, lazily spreading her forelegs and tail across the cluttered ground. Then, suddenly, her phone buzzed. It gave small bounces in short bursts before Sunny stretched out a hoof to grab it.

Sunny pressed her phone up against an ear, sighing once the caller’s photo appeared. “For the last time, Izzy, I am not helping with Spout’s birthday decorations. He's always conspiring against us!”

“It's not that! But— please consider joining us when it comes to it? He's one of us, too! But no… it's about Zipp again. She has been missing for a few days and I'm beyond worried!” Izzy audibly let out a gasp, quieting her tone. “Pipp is getting so anxious and paranoid over here. She's live streaming herself printing missing posters! I thought you were on this!?”

“I am on this. It's just— I think Zipp is okay. You'd think the crystal would've tipped us off if she got into danger, wouldn't you?”

“I… don't know? Can you please help us scout some more!? We need her, Sunny!” Izzy sniffed, coughing and let out a whimper. “Pipp and I haven't slept in two days. Please!”

“I must help watch over Maretime Bay, Izz. Hitch can't manage by himself, you know that!” Sunny sat up, scooching over to the foot of her bed. “We'll find her, everything will be alright. After this, the four of us can go to the salon and get matching mane styles or something. How does that sound?”

“Promise?”

“Yes! We will find Zipp soon, I just know it. It'll be like she never disappeared.” Sunny yawned, “I'm gonna sleep, you two should too.”

“Hmm, I don't think we're going to until we find her. See you tomorrow!” Izzy exclaimed as the phone screen turned black.

Sunny reached for her backpack, stuffing many items and gear inside of it. The moon illuminated her room, coating her dark silhouette in pitchness now that her friends refused to take care of themselves.

When morning came, so did the mourning. Pipp’s mascara was ruined as Izzy gave her tissues that grew damper by the minutes. They walked into Maretime Bay, ignoring stares from Earth ponies who helped glued missing posters to walls. Some even used duct tape that Hitch supplied. Everything was brighter than the day before, although, the remnants and signs of rain left its smell and fog.

“We'll find her, Pipp, I just know it! It'll be like she never left!” Izzy gave Pipp a pat on the back, reassuring the distraught pegasus.

“That's exactly what Sunny told you! This is my sister, she wouldn't just leave like this! Hoof to heart…” Pipp looked at the lighthouse, then frowned again. “She was looking into some weird sciencey type of stuff— does that mean anything?”

“Maybe, maybe, we'll talk to Sunny about what we'll do next. Does that sound okay?”

“If that means my sister will come back, I'm fine with anything.”

Izzy hugged Pipp, “Yes! Don't worry, soon enough we'll be enjoying a matching hair style together! I never heard of such a thing in Bridlewood.”

“Did Sunny tell you that too?”

“Ah ha ha, yes…” Izzy chuckled as Pipp held back a laugh.

“Talking Izz! I'm going to call you Talking Izz from now on.” Pipp shook her head, smiling.

“What? I don't understand what that means!”

“Okay, there's this mobile game where you take care of a bunny and feed him but if you talk into the microphone of your phone, he'll repeat whatever you say.” She replied, managing to let out a laugh.

Izzy laughed too, as the two came to the lighthouse. Izzy cheerily knocked a few times on the door, beating a hoof against it. No answer. What else to do but to attempt this again? The unicorn did just that, she knocked louder.

“Can you use your magic to unlock the door? Maybe Sunny is asleep? Oh, wait! Hold on!” Pipp ruffled her wings, getting them ready to fly. Moments later, she flew to the balcony. “Sunny? Hello? It's me and Izzy, we're back!”

Pipp jumped once she saw the cluttered room with a huge whiteboard in the middle, being startled by the messiness of it all. It had a map with magnets to hold onto the board. Equestria had a few possible locations circled in purple marker while a noticeably larger circle was marked in red. This area seemed familiar…

Daylight shined apathetically on Sunny. Sounds of scorching heat and burning plants were ignored. She found Zipp. Below the formation of the huge flat rock, a house was built with many devices and gadgets about the place. Something sawed like a roaring beast within, sparking lights through small slits that acted as ventilation.

“Zipp! Zipp, is that you!?” Sunny yelled, galloping towards the rock formation and house. “You've been gone for days! We were all looking for y—”

“I DID IT!” A triumphant scream was heard from inside the mostly metal home. “After many nights and hiccups, Sunny, ohh I made a thing!”

“What? What thing?” Sunny cautiously asked, slowly approaching Zipp’s little place. “How did you even build a house here?”

“T-that isn't important, friend! I've created life! LIFE! After many, many, many attempted and this my last one. The last one!”

“What are you even talking about!? Zipp, come out here! It smells so bad and I can tell there's no shower in there.” Sunny furrowed her brows, now annoyed by… this! “You're getting everypony worried over some kind of project. Could've told us!”

The door opened ajar, clinking against the inner wall by a chain lock. Zipp was covered in blood and wore a facial mask. Something scurried inside of Zipp’s magenta and aqua hair. It couldn't make it more messy and wild than it already was. Zipp gave Sunny an unreadable look with a wild look in her eyes.

“I did it.”

Sunny coughed, placing a hoof over her nose as the smell of something foul washed over her. “Did… what!?”

“You may want to step back. She needs space to breathe!” Zipp slammed the door.

Sunny paced backwards, almost tripping on gadgets and gizmos. “Is this good?” She asked to no response.

Metal crushed and slid over the wall of Zipp’s poorly constructed home, whirring gears and straining wires against the mechanisms. Sunny dropped her expression, slowly twisting her face into a horrified silent shriek.

A fleshy back leg that was stapled together with scuffs of blue fur and random strips of exposed flesh stepped forward on a newly made platform. Front metal legs weighted the rest of its body downwards, causing it to shamble in Sunny's direction.

“ZIPP, WHAT IS THAT!” Sunny gagged, and started to breathe heavily as the creation began to lose strands of rainbow hair.

“Found the graves of the mane six! This… this was the only one who had any sparks of life left!”

“Get rid of it! An abomination! You made an abomination!” Sunny fell on her haunch, scooting away from the unsightly creature.

“Pretty cool, huh? I created life! SHE LIVES!” Zipp cackled, grinning at her… daughter?

A rotting maw opened and closed, being assisted by rusty metal clamps. The creation started to fall apart and jitter lively just as dust kicked up over the horizon.

12 An ice lesson on parenting | April 21. 2023 |

During a frosty night of a blood moon I found myself alone, searching for answers as to why that stupid mare took everything from me. It all happened so fast— I almost finally ruled Equestria! My children would have strived and lived in a world where their queen was respected. Unfortunately it's far too late to be respected, actually… feared. That's more like it. Everycreature who wasn't one of us would know of their new queen. I can't believe Equestria was almost mine… but, of course, things didn't go as planned. How… how did those ragtag hooligans manage to foil me? And without any magic to contend with? Clearly, fate isn't with the most noble and last of the modest species who can contort this land to for the better. I have to admit, after a while there wouldn't be anypony to fool into thinking we're one of them. The world would've ran out of love to share.

Countless dark nights and unforgiving days after this unfair defeat, I somehow found Ponyville. No, I wasn't going to provoke them. Although, I should've… those odds may have seemed terrible but I've dealt with worse than a town full of weaker beings. Snow made it harder to see and even more difficult to walk without any fur to shield me from the frosty nips and flicking hail. I was about to flutter away but sometimes, life randomly decides to give you an outing. A mare was calling out to someone. That sense of motherly concern came and went. It's funny how a few children makes you want to celebrate each birthday, feed and nurture them individually and show them how to cocoon but too many– and I mean, too many, just causes you to stop.

Decades and a century or so of nonstop hatching does this to a beautiful queen like myself. If only Thorax never found out how to reverse transmit our magic. Strangely enough, all that responsibility going away feels… good. I am both infuriated and relieved of this! Where was I? Yes, the mare. She was yelling for somebody and it caught me off guard— being out alone, this late at night?

She was pretty… in terms of turning into somepony as a disguise. This mare had dark fur with a matching dark mane. Her mane had bright yellow highlights which made her stick out like a sore hoof. I'll spare you the details of sneaking up on her and looking like this random pony but that cocoon glowed so brightly, I stuffed her inside of a log. Ponyville would've been a perfect place to lie low and live for a while and I almost made it there too.

Then, he found me.

“Mom? Was I too good at hiding? Now it's your turn!” Excuse my terrible impression. He had an annoying voice. I was going to take his love right there and then but felt like playing along.

“Yes, that was very good! Good job! Let's head back into town, dear.” I told him. Looking back, I was too convincing. After all– I have done this way too many times.

“I thought we were making a snowpony? We gotta make a snowpony! You promised!” He whined with that ughh annoying voice.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I had almost forgotten about that. Thanks for reminding me!” I smiled, giving him a little hug. “How did I get so lucky?” He most likely thought I was talking about him. No… no, I was thinking about my free ticket into Ponyville.

But the kid. I had no plan. It would be a little cruel of me to take him deep within the snowy forest and abandon him. I'm not that evil. Am I? So then I briefly babysat him. Who would've foresaw that? I thought I could do this parenting thing until I left him off with his father. How would I have known if he did or didn't? It would have made everything a lot simpler if this child did.

So there I was, watching him pathetically roll a ball made of snow. And another, and another, and– he eventually stopped, breathing out gusts of cold air. The colt took off his fuzzy hat, placing it on top of the head of the snowpony.

“Yay! I made you, mom! Look! Your hair was a little difficult, though.” He presented the snowpony. It wasn't impressive.

“That looks nothing like me at all! You forgot my wi—” I was about to comment on my missing wings. But then subsequently realized I was putting on a disguise. “You forgot my winter coat, luv.” The look of disappointment swept away from his face, which was already burning red from the frost.

If somepony told me I would take off my protective sweater from the weather to make a child smile, I would've laughed. In this instance, I should be the one laughing at past me for not accounting for such a thing to occur. There was this warm, tingly feeling inside of me that felt as if my stomach was being heated by a lantern underneath it. I hated it.

After I shivered and backed away from the snowpony to admire it, I saw that gleeful expression on his face. It has been a while since anything remotely similar to that look had been caused by me. I know I've done many things close to this to harvest love from ponies but… this was different. You see, I felt proud. I'm not sure if proud is the correct word to describe this feeling in the first place? Confused, is the word I would describe how I feel at this very moment.

“Alright, now we are going.” Through my shaking mouth, I managed to tell him. I grabbed the jacket and gently took him by the arm.

Otherwise an uneventful trip, he said something to me that made me regret taking on this parental role if only for a little bit.

“I love you, mom.” So casually and freely it came. He looked up at me as if I had to say it back.

In theory, this would be so easy to lie and tell him four little words back but… I never felt like this in a while. Being a mom. It's true I have hundreds of children– if I could even call them mine anymore– but they took care of one another. Even though I met this kid a good five minutes ago, I struggled to lie to him.

I struggled to lie to myself.

You know the rest of the story from the accounts of the mother and her son, Princess.

Cadence leaned over the table. We were in a dimly lit room with the only source of light being a dying lamp. She twirled a hoof in a circular motion over at reflective windows. A file teleported in the middle of the table from an unknown source of unicorn magic. Gross.

“Yes, but I want to know your perspective. It's funny how things work out. I will never forget you trying to ruin my wedding by being… me. So, speak, or else.” Cadence placed a hoof over her muzzle, giggling behind it.

I stopped dead in my tracks. The child turned back in confusion, walking up to me and soon tugged at my coat in a playful manner.

“What is it mom? We're almost home!” He told me. And he was right. The street leading into Ponyville was a few metres away. Through the snowy bush and woodland, I backed myself into a circle of white trees. He followed, chirping once more, “Are you alright, mom? Is it the cold?”

“No. No— I'm not alright. I can't do this. Not now… not anymore.” I told myself, looking away from the upset looking colt.

“Don't worry, I'm here! We look out for eachother, remember? After dad got sick?” He began to cry. I haven't even told him anything yet and here comes the tears…

“A few ways south of your snowpony, there's a— just… go get help and look out there. Find a huge hollowed out log. I… I can't go through with this.” Moments later, I shifted back, clutching my eyes right as the colt screamed.

“M-m-monster!” He yelled so loud, wings of the pegasi flapped and zoomed around the area.

“Why? Why did you give away your cover? You know, it probably would've gotten you inside of the town.” Cadence eyed me with a look of curiosity.

“Being told I'm loved— you couldn't possibly know how odd it feels to be told this.” I explained to her, adjusting the magic inhibitor around my neck.

“What? What do you even mean by that…” Cadence put a hoof to her temple, shaking her head.

“Me, being told I'm loved while not me while doing something as— me… it's too much. I felt ill!”

“I still don't know what you're on about. But, thanks for being so obedient.” Princess Cadence stood up, using a hoof to comb her mane, then repositioned her crown.

Not long after, she made her leave as I was left there to figure out something I never felt before. My children still and always have loved me… right?

Author's Note

I wrote this last year and eventually finalized it this year. This draft led to the decision of helping another author, Felfox, with their Chrysalis story (now deleted). We had a prompt that needed to involve the queen in some way, and here you go.

13 The CMC Recruitment Committee | April 28. 2023 |

“Oh, be quiet, Scootaloo– this is still a terrible idea! What if we get caught? Or– Apple Bloom stops us all of a sudden because her sister would be disappointed?” Sweetie Belle peeked her head over the bushes, catching the sudden turning on of lights at the house.

“Do ya’ reckon they know we're here? Ah’ll of this bickerin’ and we haven't made our way onto the property.” Apple Bloom crawled across the grass with muddy hooves, slowly meeting up with the two.

Sweetie Belle sighed, facing the farm pony, “Scoots here insists we split up and… actually, you can explain it to her since you're so wise.”

“Alright, I will. You see, Apple Bloom…” Scootaloo grabbed a stick, then proceeded to draw a poorly made illustration of the house. “Here's us, these X’s. If the three of us split up with somepony at the door and two at these back windows, we would have a diversion with enough time to break in.” She made an arrow pointing at the door and two others trailing off into each respective window.

“How many live here with him?” Apple Bloom questioned, motioning a hoof at the place.

“What?”

“Scoots, we'll outta’ have company besides him living here.” She answered, grabbing Scootaloo’s stick and sketching two other X’s. “Let's assume he has a momma and papa. In class, he mentioned havin’ an older brother.” Another X. “That's four ponies living here. How are we gonna avoid them to talk to one?”

“With these disguises, Apple bum.” Scootaloo revealed a sleek dark purple backpack which contained three stealth outfits inside.

“Don't ya’ call me a bum! I'll break your scooter, Scootalo– …where did Sweetie go?” She looked behind her and around the visible area, finally looking between the leaves in the bush.

“Over there, look.” Scootaloo whispered, as she cautiously pointed a wing at Sweetie Belle, already in the backyard, hidden underneath a sun table.

Sweetie Belle noticed their shocked faces, waving a hoof to follow her lead. Like a glass frog, things were thankfully hard to see this dark out, only being visible due to rare instances of escaped light raining from a pale moon. Although dark, the town centre building was west. Consequently, a great landmark to pinpoint their current location… in this backyard. Apple Bloom rolled, a flawless act of epicness that came and went. Scootaloo attempted the move but flopped on her side from the added weight of her backpack, out in the open for an uncomfortable amount of time.

“Hurry, they're going to see you!” Sweetie Belle loudly whispered, alluding to the glowing window with a potential watcher.

The cobblestone steps felt rough and rigid. Scootaloo was about to question how Apple Bloom managed to deal with the hard surface but her mind shifted to the overwhelming threat of a torch light.

“Who goes there!?” A voice demanded without warning. His silhouette enlarged ever so slightly, gliding a black figure over short blades of grass.

They covered forelegs over their heads, getting as close to the ground as possible. Eyes were shut tight, only hoping for a racing heart to be forgiving. After a few moments of tense waiting, the light hit their table. It was fixed there.

Although the patio had a net that trapped it, nothing restricted the visibility of their hiding spot. And yet– the three of them took a deep breath once the sound of a closing door flicked their ears.

Sweetie Belle was the first to regain her senses, poking her head out from the table. “Oh, hey, mr. owl.” She waved to an owl perched on a tree branch.

“Who?” Scootaloo joined.

“Yes. An owl, over there!” Sweetie Belle was a little further out of the hiding place, smiling at the bird.

“Would y'all stop being side tracked? They will hear or spot us– or both!” Apple Bloom crawled out, now wearing one of the black stealth suits. “That is a cute critter.”

“See? Maybe this is a sign.” Sweetie Belle turned around to face the muddy Earth pony. She covered her muzzle. “And you should take this as a sign to shower after this.”

“Be quiet, at least ‘ah don't still sing in the shower.” She huffed, refusing to make eye contact.

“I sing beautifully. Every bird thinks so!”

“Nyeeope. Every bird flies away. ‘Ah could sense it from the farm.”

“Miss no parents, critiquing my singing.”

“At least they told me goodbye… when ‘ah was a newborn… your sister is also your mom! Congrats on the new addition to the family, by the way.”

“She's a pretty bad mom but at least she won't make it onto a missing poster. Can you buck trees like your sister yet? Maybe that would help grow back your lost brain cells!”

“Mah brain cells were lost those few years ago when ‘ah got this cutie mark identical to yours!”

“My bad, I assumed your intelligence left along with Granny Smith passing–”

“Don't mention her!” Apple Bloom stopped whispering, furrowing her eyebrows at Sweetie Belle who shrunk in her place.

“Get off of my property!” The stallion shouted, shining a light on the two.

Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom looked at one another, realizing how badly they messed up this plan. The two began to leave the way they came, squinting jealous eyes at Scootaloo who laid still on the roof.

Moments of silence passed. They were nowhere to be seen, leaving the pegasus up there. Scootaloo noticed the opened bag she left behind. It still waited underneath the table. Too late now, seeing how she was in a peculiar predicament.

“I guess… it's just me.” She quietly spoke to herself, the crunch of the soft straw on the roof, illuminated by the blackness which followed the sky's presence remained unbroken by flittering orange wings.

She aimed them at the chimney, causing dark grey smoke to swirl near her. Coughing was guaranteed, but she turned away as the smoke clumped together in a cloud. Scootaloo grabbed the newly formed cloud, watching how puffy fluff ever so gently drifted peacefully, placing it at the edge of the roof. She tested her hooves on it, weighing down the platform. Her shadow passed by some windows, stopping once a peculiar looking photo had been spotted. It was of the colt taking a picture with Princess Celestia, both smiling with party decorations around them.

“Must be his room. Is this really worth…” She trailed off, shaking her head to extinguish such thoughts. Suddenly, everything began to rise in front of her, gravity began to pull down a confused Scootaloo. “Uh ohh- oh, jingles!” Without a second thought, she pulled the window up and rolled into a pitch ailing bedroom which smelt of sweat. Not just sweat, but a burning wet aroma of mold too. “This room is- what- ew.” She covered her nose with a hoof, scrambling for the light switch.

The door opened as a colt dressed in fencing gear made his way to a weak Scootaloo attempting to get up. “Intruder.” He bluntly said with an undiscerning tone. “State your reasoning for torment!” He swung the épée in an intimidating way.

“W-wel… welcome to th- *cough* C.MC. I am par- *cough* of the welcome committee.” With a final ounce of strength, Scootaloo looked him in the eyes through the helmet veil. “Congrats on- *guahhch* getting your cutie mar– *cough* clean your bedroom.” And then she collapsed.

Author's Note

Another fic I wrote last year but finalized this year. The prompt was Fencing, which, to be honest, I sort of tied that in last minute with this one.