Amulet

Being unable to fly, Flippsy knew he had no real reason to leave the house so his fake sleeping became reality. It wasn’t until a sudden sense of uneasiness overcame him that he woke up. He felt as if someone had been watching him so he sat up in his bed and looked around. There was nothing. He shrugged it off as paranoia from being alone and attempted to fall back asleep. Not long after, the sensation returned but at a greater scale. He got out of bed and decided to look out the window to make sure that no one was around. He was alone. He shook his head and decided to go downstairs in order to drink some water.

Everything was normal, but even still he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was there with him. After getting his water, Flippsy scurried back up the stairs but as he made it halfway up, a knock came from the door. His heart sank. This knock confirmed his suspicions. A few moments passed, and Flippsy remained motionless. He knew that Shadow would have already walked in if it was him. Flippsy didn’t know what to do so he continued to stand there. Another more aggressive knock was made but this time was followed up by the voice of a mare.

“Hello? Is anypony there? I don’t mean to bother you so late in the evening but I was hoping that you might be able to help me. You see, I seem to have lost a pet and was wondering if you may have seen them?”

Flippsy glanced at the door nervously, no one ever really came by their house at this time but he also didn’t want to seem rude. He took a deep breath, walked to the door and opened it. At his doorstep stood a bright pink mare unfamiliar to him. She gave him a wide grin but said nothing. Flippsy stood there awkwardly for a while but then decided to break the silence.

“Hello?”

The mare said nothing.

Unsure of what to do, Flippsy just smiled back.

“So...uhh...what kind of pet is it?”

The mares vacant smile began to creep Flippsy out so he began to slowly close the door. Before he could however, the mare stepped her hoof into it so as not to let him. Flippsy knew this wasn’t good so he closed his eyes in fear.

“It’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you” a different voice spoke.

Flippsy opened his eyes but a different mare stood before him but before he could get a good look at her, she bucked him square in the face.

“Well, maybe a little” she giggled.

Having been taken by surprise, Flippsy stumbled back and tripped over himself. Instead of falling onto the floor however he slammed into some sort of thick, liquid object. He turned around to see what it was and was greeted by what seemed to be a pony made of tar. He tried to pull back but was stuck within the substance that was now slowly engulfing him.

“Hmm. You’re a cute one. Shame I gotta take you in though. You won't hate me will you?” The mare said as if she was talking to a child. “Now hurry it up sludge, the other one is bound to be back soon”

Flippsy heard her turn around and exit the door but was unable to look as his head was stuck inside the liquid which also began to make its way to the door. Now fully panicking, Flippsy began to struggle and scream but before he could finish his plea a party popper exploded right in his face letting out a burst of streamers and confetti along with some sort of gas. Flippsy began to cough and feel light headed.

“You’re making it really hard for me to make a good first impression” The mare spoke. “Please be a dear and stop resisting. I would hate to have to ruin that face of yours”

Flippsy was almost completely unconscious, but before he gave out, he managed to make out a silhouette of the mare. She looked like a normal pony, but was wearing a red and white outfit and had what seemed to be wings atop her head. That probably wasn’t right. Flippsy gave up and completely lost consciousness.