Sunset's human world origin

Sunset bedroom
Date: Mar 21st, time: 7:00 am

*Sunset’s perspective*

Screech screech screech

Sunset slammed the silence button of her alarm clock with a groan. Sunset had started a growth spurt recently, and her legs felt like they were being stretched. She was quite possibly the only person on the planet that could propperally attest to that. Sunset sat up and felt a weird sensation in her groin. Sunset grabbed her phone and went to her bathroom. As soon Sunset pulled down her underwear, the unmistakable smell of iron hit her nostrils. Sunset looked down and found blood staining her underwear and pajama pants. Sunset began to hyperventilate and fell to the floor. Sunset’s vision went black and she guessed she must have passed out because the next thing she knew, Brigid was shaking her in a panic.

“Sunset! Sunset!”, Brigid shouted.

Sunset sprang up and grabbed onto Brigid and just started sobbing. Brigid began stroking Sunset’s back and hugged her. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”, Brigid said softly. “Can you tell me what happened?”, Brigid asked when Sunset’s sobs died down.

“The blood, so much blood.”, Sunset said, almost inaudibly.

“It looks like ya started y’r period.”, Brigid said after a minute.

Sunset was still freaked out but was now starting to calm down. Period, it is just my period.

“Here, ya get y’rself cleaned up, n’ Ah’ll clean up da mess.”

As Sunset took off her cloth, she realized that she had pissed herself. “Shit”, Sunset said. “Nope, jus’ piss.”, Brigid retorted. Sunset let out a chuckle at the joke. When you're this freaked out, even the crappiest jokes are comedic gold.

Sunset’s bedroom
Date: same day, time: 9:00 am

*Sunset’s perspective*

Sunset sat on her couch, watching TV. Brigid had called her out sick. Anzhong stayed home to take care of Sunset, and Ki was letting Sunset use him as a pillow. Sunset was back to feeling numb, and now, her other emotions were numbing. Before, an incident such as that would've left her riled up for a while, but now, she was back to neutral within two hours.

Sunset watched as Anzhong came back into her room. The clothes she was wearing, her bedding, and mattress protector all needed to be washed. “Hey”

“Hey”, Anzhong said. Anzhong walked over to the couch, and Sunset made room for him to sit down. “Can you - explain to me what happened?”

It took Sunset a while to answer. “It was the surprise of seeing the blood. When I saw it, it reminded me of when Blackfeather was shot. I panicked and blacked out.”, Sunset finally answered.

“It sounds like PTSD.”

“If you say so.”

“How much is mental health talked about in your culture?”

“It’s not. The closest thing to that is the story of Nightmare Moon and other demons.”

“Nightmare Moon, as in the vengeful Halloween goddess?”

“The Nightmare Night version of her is much more simplified. The original version was originally our moon goddess that felt neglected by her older sister and subjects. Her feelings of neglect festered into hatred which eventually drove her mad, turning her into Nightmare Moon. Mental health issues are almost nonexistent amongst Equestria’s population.”

“I find that hard to believe. Even the happiest countries in the world have people with mental health problems. From what you have told me about Equestria, it seems more likely that the nobility ignores the problem.”

“They’re most likely just a part of a bigger cultural problem. Their reach is far, but not that far.”

“Hmm, you know, this is the first time you told me what your home country’s name is.”

Oh shit. “Huh, interesting.”

“Sunset, I would like to get you into therapy. I think it will help you.”

“I’d rather not.”

“We won’t make you go if you don’t want to, but the first step to getting better is wanting to get better. I implore you to think about going or even just talk to us about it more. We love you, and we want to help.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”, Sunset said with force.

“Okay”, Anzhong said.

Anzhong and Brigid’s bedroom
Date: same day, time: 9:30 pm

*Anzhong’s perspective*

“So, where ya able ta get Sunset ta talk ‘bout what happened?”, Brigid asked.

“Sort of, Sunset definitely has PTSD, but when I tried to get her to talk about it more, she clammed up. The girl’s like non-Newtonian fluid. The harder you push, the harder she resists. The blood freak out was because it surprised her and caused her to flash back to Blackfeather’s death.”, Anzhong said.

“So, as long as she’s not attacked by da surprise blood splatte’ monste’, she’ll be fine. In all seriousness, dat monste’s single action messed Sunset up so badly. It terrifies me dat we worked in da same buildin’ f’r ove’ a year.”

“The world is filled with sickos. I wish there was a way for us to shield them from all the world’s evils, injustesses, heart breaks, and everything beyond that, but then I remember that I can, and they would never know true happiness if I did.” Anzhong took a deep breath before speaking again. “I’ve never known so much fear before becoming a father.”

“Every time one a’ da girls leaves me line a’ sight, me stomach drops ta me feet. N’ now, Sunset’s hurting, n’ we c’n’t help her. Ah feel like Ah’m swimmin’ through black wate’s, blindfolded. - No offence meant.”

“None taken. I feel the same way. When Emi was born and you were in recovery, my father told me something that's pretty much my only flotation device right now.”

“What would dat be?”

“No one’s an expert on parenting. All those parenting books are better used as general guidelines. Your children and you are unlike anyone else that came before you. What worked for one kid, might not work for yours. You had to grow up learning your own way to navigate. There were many bumps and trip ups and failed attempts. Becoming a father will be much the same way.”

“Dat’s good advice. Ah don’t suppose y’r dad had any advice on how ta keep y’rself from losin’ y’r mind outta fear?”

“Keep a spare one in your trunk.”, Anzhong said flatly.

Sunset’s bedroom
Date: Mar 23rd, time: 1:30 pm

*Sunset’s perspective*

Sunset laid in bed, in a crumple. Brigid had called in so Sunset won’t have to go to school until her period was finished. “I know Mom said that subsequent periods will be less painful, but this sucks.” Sunset had already taken the maximum amount of ibuprofen she could for the day but still felt discomfort. Sunset decided on a non-drug method of pain management. Ice cream and rice sock. Sunset drugged her way to the kitchen, grabbing her rice sock along the way. Sunset placed the rice sock in the microwave and grabbed the ice cream tub. “Damn, this thing smells bad.”, Sunset said as she pulled out the rice sock. Sunset drugged over to the couch with ice cream and rice sock in hand.

Sunset definitely noticed the hormonal changes. She felt generally more agitated, and the numbness seemed to be lessened. Sunset didn’t mind that last symptom. The numbness was starting to get painful in a way. Sunset racked her brain, but she couldn’t find words to sufficiently describe her feelings. “I know ten languages, and none of them have words to describe it. How does Dad expect me to explain this to a therapist if I can’t even understand this? It’s not like I could even tell them about my trauma from Equestria without raising too many questions. Do I even belong in Equestria any more? In TV shows like this, the protagonist always needs to go home, but this isn’t a TV show.”

Yeah, this is a fanfiction.

Pink- fine, whatever.

Mory Patchwork Elementary
Date: Apr 1st, time: 12:00 pm

*Emi’s perspective*

It’s April Fool’s, Ah got my fool picked, my prank is ready, it’s time to observe a holiday.

Emi grabbed her lunch box from her locker and began skipping her way to the lunchroom.

“Emi Kiton!”, the hall monitor shouted.

“It’s ‘Katon’, and Ah’m skipping, not running.”

Once in the lunchroom, Emi sat down next to Anura and across from her intended victim, Drummer Switch.

“Hey Drummer, whatcha eating.”, Emi said, trying to seem as innocent as possible.

“PB&J”, Drummer responded.

“Nice, did your mom make it for you? I made mine myself.” Emi pulled out her sandwich. It looked absolutely putrid. She used food coloring to make the bread look moldy and put in home-made gummy worms designed to look real and be filled with black juicy slime.

“Um, Emi-”, Drummer tried to warn. Emi took a big bite of her molding worm sandwich. Black slime began to drip out of the sandwich, and Emi could see Drummer begin to visibly rech.

Emi couldn’t keep her composure. “Bahaha, you should see your face.”, she said as soon as she was done chewing.

“That, that’s a joke?! What are you even eating?!”

“Food coloring and gummy worms, my own recipe. Pretty funny, wasn’t it?”

“No! It wasn’t funny! That was disgusting!”

“It was just a prank, Drummer. It’s not like she did anything to you.”, Anura said.

“No! It was disgusting! I’m gonna go tell a teacher!” Drummer jumped up and ran to the nearest teacher. Unfortunately, it was Mrs. Forecast.

Mrs. Forecast came stopping up to their table, and she already looked like someone crapped in her Cheery’Os. “Emilia Kiton, Drummer tells me that you made her watch you eat worms. What do you have to say for yourself?” Mrs. Forecast’s voice was obnoxious and made Emi want to cover her ears.

Emi didn’t respond. Emi made a personal vow to not respond whenever someone calls her ‘Emilia’. Emi lost count of how many times she corrected Mrs. Forecast, told her that her name was Japanese, brought it up to the principal, and her parents even brought in her birth certificate to prove that ‘Emi’ was not short for ‘Emilia’. That doesn’t even count the ‘Kiton’ part of it all.

“Emilia Kiton!”

“Ah’m sorry. Are you talking to me? My name’s not Emilia Kiton. I don’t know any Emilia Kitons. If so, Ah didn’t make Drummer do anything. All Ah did was sit next to my friend and eat my lunch.”

“Let me see this sandwich.”

“Okay, but you have ta wait a while.”

“Ew”, Anura quietly said.

“No, show me it now.”, Mrs. Forecast said.

“She already ate it.”, Anura said.

“You could’ve just said that.”, Mrs. Forecast said to Emi.

“Nobody enjoys a good joke nowadays.”, Emi said to Anura.

“You’re coming with me to the principal’s office.”, Mrs. Forecast said to Emi.

Brigid’s class room
Date: same day, time: 12:30 pm

*Brigid’s perspective*

Brigid was in the middle of a lecture on the Aztec Empire when she got a notification that Emi’s school was calling her. A chorus of all the worst possibilities of why they’re calling raced through her mind. “Ah’m sorry class. It’s me daughte’s school. Ah need ta take this.” Brigid left out the side door and answered the call. “Hello, dis is Dr. Katon.”

“Hello Doctor, this is Principal Gold. Your daughter has gotten into some trouble, and we need you to come down to the school.”

“What kind a’ trouble could she have gotten inta dat would warrant interruptin’ me class?”

“She pulled a prank on another student and was disrespectful to a teacher.”

“Was da othe’ student hurt?”

“No, but she still-” “Ah’m gonna stop ya right dere. Ah am in da middle a’ teachin’ me class. Me daughte’ pulled a harmless prank and disrespected a teach. Do ya not think dat interruptin’ me class is disrespectful? Would ya like it if Ah called ya in da middle a’ y’r class, completely interruptin’ it. ‘Ere’s what’s gonna happen. Y’r gonna send me girl back ta class, we will have a meetin’ afte’ school, and ya are not ta call me durin’ school hours, unless ya had ta send me daughte’ ta da hospital. Understood?”

“Understood, ma’am.”

Principal Gold’s office
Date: same day, time: meanwhile

*Emi’s perspective*

Emi sat in front of Principal Gold’s desk, listening in on Gold’s side of the call. Judging by his face, the call had gone exactly as Emi predicted.

“Ah told ya so.”, Emi said in a sing-song voice. “And don’t even try my dad. He’s is court. You don’t want a judge cussing you out.”

“Gmm, just go back to class. We will continue this after school.”, Principal Gold said.

“But-”, Mrs. Forecast tried to say. “Don’t you have students to be monitoring?”, Principal Gold snapped.

Mrs. Forecast got a ‘I just smelled a fart’ face and quickly excited the office. Emi hopped off the chair and strutted out of the office. Anura was waiting for Emi outside the office.

“They called your mom?”, Anura asked.

“Yep”, Emi responded.

“And these people are supposed to be teaching the next generation. Idiots”

“Come on, they’re gonna have a meeting with my mom after school, but for now, we still have twenty minutes of lunch left.” Emi grabbed Anura’s hand and led her back to the lunch room.

Principal Gold’s office
Date: same day, time: 5:15 pm

*Emi’s perspective*

“Dat’s it?”, Mom asked.

“Well, you see Dr. Katon-”, Principal Gold tried to say.

“Emilia was very disrespectful to me. She did not respond to me when I asked her a question.”, Mrs. Forecast said.

“Emi, is ‘his true?”, Mom asked.

“Ah didn’t realize she was talking to me. She was addressing me by “Emilia Kiton” again.”

“Principal Gold, we have had dis conversation before. Ya have shown me great disrespect by callin’ me in da middle a’ class f’r such a minor issue, n’ ya have shown me daughte’ great disrespect by lettin’ Mrs. Forecast continue to knowingly and maliciously call her by da wrong name. Ya are settin’ a bad example f’r y’r students. Mrs. Forecast, dis is startin’ ta sound quite similar ta da incident ya had with a student eating curry. What Emi did wasn’t very nice, but she didn’t hurt anyone, and ya and da other student badly over reacted.”, Mom said angrily. “Dis meetin’ is over.” Mom stood up to face Mrs. Forecast directly. “Mrs. Forecast, if ya continue ta purposely use da wrong name with me daughte’, Ah will brin’ up y’r behavior with da school board.” Mom signaled for Emi to get up, and the two left the office.