“...Are you sure this will work...?”
“...I’m not sure, but it has to...”
“...What if we get caught again...we’ll have nowhere else to go...”
“...”
“...I see...”
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Two ponies emerged from the Everfree Forest, one a pegasus with a melancholy expression on his face, the other a very nervous looking ‘unicorn’, darting his eyes around in the dark.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” said the nervous stallion, gulping harshly. His friend turned to him and said,
“Look, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s midnight and nopony would be out this late anyways.” He gave the unicorn a reassuring pat on the back and continued forward to the sleeping town of Ponyville.
“If you say so...” the twitchy unicorn mumbled to himself and quickly made his way to the side of his companion once more.
The two ponies walked down the path that enters the main square of the town.
“I think we should find a place to rest; an inn or something should do,” the pegasus said.
“I don’t know,” replied the unicorn hesitantly . “What if the innkeeper catches us? Then she’ll call the police, and the police will call the royal guard, and the royal guard will have us killed-”
The pegasus shoved a hoof into his mouth. “We’re gonna get caught if you keep yelling like that,” he removes his hoof. “now just shut up and keep calm. They’re not going to let in some twitchy unicorn into their inn. They’ll think you're planning to rob the place or something. Now just stand up straight and follow my lead.” The unicorn just nodded his head in approval and followed him to a dimly lit building down the road.
After a very silent walk down the road, a bell signaled that the inn’s front door had been opened and the once sleepy innkeeper stood straight up at attention.
“Welcome to the Sunnyhoof Inn, best beds in all of Ponyville. How can I help you two this fine night?” she said with a smile.
The pegasus stood forward. “Well, me and my friend here were just looking for a place to spend the night. How much for a room?”
“A room for the night is twenty bits. The whole week is a hundred”. The pegasus looked at his partner and he shrugged back,
“Alright, one week it is” he replied as he threw a bag of bits on the counter.
“Alright heres your key. Your room is the last door on the left. All I need now is your names.” She stated as she pulled out a quill and dabs it in ink ready to hear their response.
The pegasus simply stated “Pheedy and Smart Cookie.”
She gave a slight chuckle. “Not what I would have named you but a names a name,” she replied, sliding the key to the pony and closing her record book. The pegasus replied with a small smile and quickly trotted off to his room with a quiet unicorn in tow.
As the duo entered the room, Smart Cookie gave a sigh of relief.
“I’m glad thats over,” he exclaimed as Pheedy struck a match and lit a candle.
Pheedy gave a light laugh. “That was a single pony in the middle of the night, and I was doing most of the talking. I can't wait until tomorrow morning,” he replied, all with a sly grin on his face. Cookie gave a light punch to his shoulder as the room was finally bright enough to see. Both ponies stared at each other, one covered in dirt, the other, not so much.
The dirt covered pegasus was Pheedy, average height, dark blue coat, long deep purple mane and tail, emerald green eyes, and a black and red shield for a cutie mark. Nothing really stood out of the ordinary with him, just a normal pegasus trying to get by. The unicorn was Smart Cookie. Same height as Pheedy but with a clean white coat, bright red and yellow mane, fiery orange eyes, and a golden crown for a cutie mark, but with something that made him stand out from the rest of the crowd; something that didn't quite add up. His horn was broken, snapped in two, and unfortunately for him it attracted a whole lot of unwanted attention.
Cookie gave a nervous smile. “I think you need a shower Pheeds...” he said quietly.
“I would, but I’m afraid to leave you alone in a room for longer than twenty seconds.” Pheedy replied with a big toothy grin.
“Don’t worry, I think as long as I don’t break character, I’ll be fine,” Cookie answered, sighing the last few words.
“Alright, but try to go to bed, we've got a long day ahead of us, and I don't want you trudging along like a zombie.” The unicorn smiled and gave a nervous nod. Pheedy smiled back and walked to the bathroom.
Cookie heard the faint sounds of a shower running as he maneuvered under the covers of one of the beds. He laid his weary head down on the cool pillow and stared at the ceiling, thinking. Thinking of all the past towns he had been to. Thinking of all the friends he had made. Thinking of their reactions when they found out the truth. Thinking of the same cycle that has gone on for many a year. He thought and thought, and as he thought his eyes slowly closed shut, and he drifted off to sleep.
Pheedy emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, steam flowing from the room and his mane wrapped in a towel. He smiled as he saw his friend, resting calmly in his bed. He threw his towel lazily back into the bathroom and trotted to his bed. He quickly made his way under the sheets and took one last look at his companion. He was sleeping, as calm as the summer sea. Funny, he had never seen him this calm in a long time, ever since the first incident in Canterlot.
Pheedy rolled over and began to stare at the ceiling. He thought of his adventures with his friend and all the trials and tribulations he had been through. But this time it was different, he felt something different about this place, something...welcoming and accepting.
“I think this is the one” he whispered to himself as he too slowly closed his eyes and went to sleep.
“...What the- oh no...”
“...What was-WHA GET AWAY...”
“...please...don’t...”
“...Somepony help!...”
“…Cookie, we need to go now!...”
“...not again...”
Smart Cookie shot up from his bed, sweating and breathless. Another one of the same nightmares he has had for the past few months. He looked out the window to see the sun just rising from the horizon and some ponies out in the market square setting up their stands with various merchandise, ranging from basic produce to exotic jewelry. He looked at Pheedy, sprawled out on his bed, still fast asleep. He sighed. As much as he wanted to leave the comfort and safety of his room, he just didn't feel comfortable without his pegasus companion. So he did what he does everytime this happens: he got all spruced up, looking as ‘normal’ as possible, looking himself over for any imperfections that might give himself away, and stares at the ponies outside, trying to learn from them so he can fit in and not look like the odd card out. Then he waited, waited for his friend to get up so they can start the day anew, just like they have done many times before. Sometimes he waits for a few minutes, sometimes its hours, but to Cookie, as long as he's safe, he doesn't care.
Luckily for him, Pheedy woke up rather quickly and gave him a concerned look.
“Another nightmare, eh?” Cookie just nodded and lowered his ears. “Don’t worry about it, I have a good feeling about this place!” he exclaimed, trying to cheer him up.
Cookie just gave him a blank stare. “Thats what you said last time...” he replied quietly.
Pheedy scrunched up his snout. “You know what, lets just put that all behind us and get us some breakfast, okay?”
The duo left the inn after a brief chat with the innkeeper about their stay so far. It was around seven o'clock according to Pheedy, and they decide to go to the bakery in the middle of town; something called the ‘Sugarcube Corner’.
As they stepped inside they were overwhelmed with the smell of freshly made bread and frosting. Cookie gave a big toothy grin and sat at a nearby table. Pheedy gave a reassuring smile and sat across from him. After a while, a plump blue mare walked up and gave them both menus and pulled out a notepad to take their order.
“Hmmm, I think I’ll just have some coffee, extra cream,” said Pheedy.
“I’ll have a stack of pancakes with extra syrup please,” Cookie said proudly.
The chubby pony smiled. “Say, I don’t recognise you folks from anywhere. Are you from out of town?” she asked, putting the notepad away.
“Yea, I guess you could say that,” replied Pheedy.
“Well it’s a good thing I found ya first, cause if Pinkie were here she’d probably want to throw a-” she was interrupted as a pink pony jumped out of her mane onto the table.
“PARTY!” the strange pony shouted into the air. “I absolutely positively love parties!” she said loudly right in Pheedy’s face. “I also love meeting new ponies!”, she said noisily, now in Cookies face, him flinching back. “Wait a minute,” the pink pony said to Cookie, still inches away from his face. “Something’s off about you...” she said squinting at him. He felt his heart beating faster as he tried to think of a way out of this situation as peacefully as possible. He looked at Pheedy. All he did was shrug his arms with a blank stare.
“W-Whatever do you mean miss?” he asked nervously.
“You...you look like you like to party!” she said loudly into his face.
He exhaled quietly, “Actually I-” he was abruptly cut off as a pink hoof was placed over his mouth.
“You don't need to tell me anything mister, I’m already way ahead of you,” she said with a dash of pride. “I already invited at least fifteen ponies to your ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party, I just need to finish the banner, all it says is ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ and a big white space where your names are supposed to be. I should really get to that,” she said, finally dismounting from the table. She calmly trotted away to a back room behind the cashier's counter, leaving Pheedy and Cookie staring awkwardly at each other.
A few moments passed and the blue pony began to speak. “Sorry about that, that’s just Pinkie Pie being Pinkie,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You’ll get used to it around here.” Her eyes shot open “Oh!, I’m terribly sorry, I never got to introduce myself. My name is Cup Cake and I run this bakery along with my husband, Carrot Cake, but everypony just calls us Mr. and Mrs. Cake.” she said.
Pheedy extends a hoof for a hoofshake. “Very nice to meet you Mrs. Cake. I’m Pheedy and my friend here is Smart Cookie.” She shook his hoof and turns her head to face Cookie, who in return, turns his head in the other direction. “Sorry about him, he’s shy,” Pheedy said.
“Oh that’s quite alright” she reassures him. “Now I think I’ll go and get your order.” And with that she walked to the same room where Pinkie Pie did before.
Not even a second passes and the mysterious pink pony shot out from under the table and gazed at the shocked duo.
“You’ve got funny names,” she giggled. With that she walked up a staircase out of sight, leaving the two staring at each other in confusion.
After a remarkable breakfast, the duo wandered the town for a little sightseeing. They went to the town hall; they went to the park; they went to an apple orchard, and overall just wanted to kill some time. They saw many different ponies. They saw a magenta colored earth pony guiding some fillies and colts through town hall. They saw a mint colored unicorn sitting oddly at a bench at the park. And they saw a buff red pony kicking some apple trees at the orchard. And in all, it was a calm, peaceful day.
They ended their walk at the library, which was oddly in the hollowed out shell of a large tree. Pheedy was a huge reader and Cookie, well, should try to read more than a book a year. They entered the door to see a lavender unicorn tucking a small purple dragon into a little bed. Don’t see that everyday.
The unicorn looked back at the intruders, “Oh, I didn’t realize there were customers, I’m sorry, were closed for the day. Another one of Pinkies parties again,” she said with a sigh. “I think it’s for some newcomers in town. All Pinkie said was that they had funny names, then she just hopped off.” Cookie blushed a little, and Pheedy kicked at the ground in silence. Her eyes widened, “Oh! You must be the new ponies. I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” she said quickly.
“No need, we get that a lot,” said Pheedy. “I’m Pheedy and this is Smart Cookie,” he said calmly.
The unicorn stifled a laugh, “My name is Twilight Sparkle, pleasure to meet you” she said regaining her bearings.
“Well now that we’ve gotten acquainted, how about we go to that party?” asked the pegasus.
“Oh, right, I almost forgot. Lets go,” Twilight said.
It was a quiet walk to the bakery. Pheedy and Twilight gave some idle chit chat, but nothing too interesting. Cookie kind of trudged behind them keeping his head down, thinking of ways he could avoid this party. If there was one thing he dreaded most, it’s to be the center of attention in a room filled with strangers, who could maybe even see the real him.
“Hey Cookie” The voice caught him off guard as he jolted his head upward, only to dilate his eyes at the sight of the bakery in front of him. He stood there with his mouth agape.
“Uhhh, Cookie?” the voice repeated. He blinked and shook his head. Pheedy stood there in front of him with his usual concerned look. “You feeling okay?” he asked. Cookie just nodded his head slowly, a sweat bead sliding down his temple. Pheedy knew Cookie, he knows when he’s lying to him, he has very obvious signs: sweating, quiet, shaking, the usual stuff. He motioned Twilight to go in without them as he walked closer to Cookie. Pheedy gave him another look which was enough for him to crack.
“I’m not nervous about parties, I’m nervous that they will notice me, or I’ll blow my cover or something,” he managed to say.
“Look,” Pheedy started.” I know you're nervous, but you're overreacting. I’m sure you won't break your cover. You've done this many times before, just relax and enjoy some cake or something.” Cookie only gave him a reassuring smile, and Pheedy realizing that this was as good as its going to get, dragged him inside the bakery.
There was a blatant ‘Surprise!’ that the guests did, confetti and everything. There were about ten guests, guess the other five didn’t make it. There was Pinkie and Twilight, a rainbow maned pegasus talking to an orange earth pony near the punch. A white unicorn chatting about a big order of some sort. There was a yellow pegasus in the back, keeping to herself. There was that school teacher again. And there was three fillies talking about cutie marks or somthing like that.
Pheedy did most of the talking, learning names, having a good time, telling stories about him and Cookie. Cookie kind of just stood near the cake, occasionally taking a slice and eating it at a nearby table. There was dancing, games, you know, party stuff. An hour or two passed. Then ,after most of them left, Pheedy (knowing most of the names now), Twilight, Pinkie, and Rainbow Dash remained, having a conversation.
“So why is your friend so quiet anyway? I don’t think I heard his voice once today,” asked Rainbow Dash.
Pheedy thought for a second, the other three waiting for a response. “He’s been through a lot,” Pheedy finally said.
“Like what?” replied Twilight, curious to know about this shy ponies past.
“I don’t think he’d be too happy if I just told you,” he responded “lets just say that somethings happened and he doesn't trust ponies as much as he used to.”
Pinkie’s ears drooped. “Awww, thats no fun.” she said, pouting her face. “Now I’ll never know.”
Pheedy chuckled as he looked out the window at the gazing moon in the sky. “Whelp, I think it’s about time we turned in for the day,” said Pheedy, stretching his hind legs. Cookie shot up from his cake and quickly made his way back to the side of his friend. Pheedy rolled his eyes and waved the remaining party guests good night.
Another quiet walk down to the inn. Pheedy had a blank stare the entire way there. Cookie sulked and lowered his head once again. He doesn't like Pheedy like this.
“You could have talked to somepony,” Pheedy said breaking the silence. “You can’t be like this forever. If you want to fit in, you’ve got to learn to face your fears, open your shell, and talk to ponies.” Silence.
“Her name was Fluttershy,” Cookie said. Pheedy almost tripped at the statement he had just heard. Did he actually talk to another living being? “She was nice,” he continued “she lives near the Everfree, and takes care of animals,”. Pheedy could only smile. He knew his gut was right; he knew this was the right place from the very beginning; he knew this was where their past will stop, and their new future begins.
Author's Note
Special thanks to Pheedy and Axel for proofreading
Pheedy awoke from his warm inn bed. He squinted as the sun’s rays shone brightly on his eyes. He sat up and rubbed his eyes to get his bearings. Instead he was met with the stares of his friend sitting on a nearby chair, waiting, once more, for his friend to awaken. He sighed while Cookie gave him a groggy stare.
“You know, it’s really creepy when you do that,” yawned Pheedy, stretching his arms.
Cookie just slouched into the chair, folding his forearms. Pheedy sensed that Cookie no longer wanted to continue on the matter. Pheedy decided to stop talking and got out of the comfort of his bed. They both left the inn, once again, and walked to the center of Ponyville. Neither of them really had plans worth looking forward to, and it was still a bit early for any shops to open. They were stationed at a bench next to a fountain, the same bench they were the day before. Cookie was still ill at ease, keeping his head down, avoiding eye contact with any passerby. Pheedy watched this for a while, knowing he couldn't really do anything about it. He sighed. Pheedy never did like how Cookie secludes himself from the world. Pheedy sat, and something clicked in his head, that warm and welcoming feeling again. He knew what he was going to do today.
Pheedy stood up from his seat, catching Cookie’s attention pretty quickly.
“W-Where are you going?” Cookie asked hesitantly.
“On an adventure,” Pheedy replied sarcastically.
Cookie gave an irritated look, but decided not to question his friend; he was right most of the time anyways.
` With Pheedy in the lead, and Cookie following closely behind, the duo walked aimlessly around the town. Cookie was still on guard while Pheedy calmy pranced ahead. Suddenly Pheedy stopped, causing Cookie to bump into his rear and fall back. Cookie rubbed his snout and looked up. There he saw a quaint little workshop with a mailbox in front with the words “Axel Scratch” engraved in. There was scrap metal strewn around the front along with glass bottles, most of them empty, but some filled with strange liquids.
“I really don’t like the look of this place Pheeds,” Cookie managed to say.
“Really? I think it has some personality,” replied Pheedy.
“The place looks like an old scrap yard, and you know what they do at scrap yards,” Cookie said, attempting to change his partner's mind.
“Yes, but look at it this way: You can come in with me, or you can wait alone outside,” Pheedy replied with a smile.
And with that, Pheedy slowly trotted to the front door of the ominous building. Cookie sat there in silence. He’d never seen his friend like this before. He usually did things that would make him as comfortable as possible. He looked around, got up and started making his way to his friend, grumbling and cursing under his breath with every step.
They both reached the front door, Pheedy looking serene while Cookie was looking as high-strung as ever. Pheedy slowly opened the door, and the duo eased their way into a dreary looking room. The room was dark, only lit with the sun shining through the windows. The room was more of a hallway, long with objects hung on the walls. There was no other doors or exits, except near the end of the room, where there was light shining under, along with the sounds of tools at use. As their eyes adjusted to the dark, they made out odd contraptions and blueprints on the walls. One for some sort of speaker system, and another for a railroad of some sort.
As they reached the center of the room, they heard a loud creaking sound followed by a slam. They turned to see that the front door had been closed. Pheedy shrugged it off and continued to make his way through the workshop. Cookie stuck close to his collected friend as they moved throughout the room.
They reached the door at the end of the room, the definite sounds of hammers and saws hard at work. Pheedy gave Cookie a reassuring look as he opened the door. The two friends peeked through the opening they made. They saw a room that was even more cluttered and messier than outside, with piles of wood on one side, old oil barrels on the other. The only organized thing they saw was a desk on the far right corner of the small room. Papers neatly stacked, along with a wastebasket filled to the brim with more paper.
Pheedy opened the door so that the pair could enter the room. As he entered, he saw a figure at the end of the room, seeming like it’s smashing something. Pheedy took a step toward the figure, the floorboards creaking. The shadow stopped whatever it was doing and turned its head. Cookie did a doubletake as the figure started to make its way toward the duo. Cookie planted himself behind Pheedy as he stood firmly there, staring at the incoming shadow.
The shadow stood now inches away from Pheedy. They both stared into each others eyes. They both stood there in silence, until a nearby light clicked on, revealing the figure.
“Well hello there! Didn't know I had visitors, thought I fixed that doorbell for good,” the mysterious pony said.
Pheedy stood there in silence as he looked at the strange pony in front of him.
“Oh right, I haven't introduced myself yet. The names Axel Scratch, inventor and alchemist,” he said with a grin.
Pheedy smiled. “Pleasure to meet you Axel, I’m Pheedy and my friend here is Smart Cookie.” He slid out of the way so that Cookie was now in Axel’s line of sight.
Cookie looked up at Axel. Axel raised an eyebrow.
“Uh, is your friend always like this?” he asked.
“Don’t mind him, he's shy,” replied Pheedy.
Cookie was still staring at the anomaly in front of him. Axel was jet black pony with hints of white on his snout. He had a long, straight mane which was jet black with white streaks. He had a large bushy tail with the same color scheme as his mane. His right ear had a large chunk missing from it. He also had strange white tinted glasses. One of the stranger features was his razor sharp teeth, and his cutie mark, which were two crossed hammers.
Axel looked back at Cookie, but stared at him with a questionable look. He extended his hoof and it slowly made its way toward Cookies forehead. Cookie closed his eyes tightly and braced for impact, but was surprised when he felt a hoof rub the top of his broken horn.
“I thought I was the only one...” Axel said quietly.
“Beg your pardon?” Pheedy said.
“His horn! Look at it!” Axel said strongly.
Cookie blushed and looked down at the floor, but a hoof pulled his chin up back at Axel.
“I believed I was the only one!” Axel yelled happily. He maneuvered his mane to reveal a horn of his own, broken, snapped in two.
Cookies eyes sparkled. “Your horn, its like mine!” Cookies attitude shifted almost instantaneously from timid to open. They both started talking like they've known each other forever. Every sentence said with a smile.
Pheedy smirked. “Say Axel, want to go and get some lunch with us?”
Axel turned away from his new found friend. “Of course, it will be a good excuse to get out of this cramped closet of a house,” he said through his sharp teeth.
Pheedy nodded and started making his way toward the nearest restaurant, or in this case bakery, with Axel and Cookie chatting up a storm closely behind him.
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Axel, Pheedy, and Cookie sat in one of the booths in the back of the bakery, each with a milkshake topped with whipped cream and a cherry.
“So Axel,” Pheedy asked as he took a big gulp from his shake.
Axel looked up, his glasses shimmering in the light.
“What exactly do you do anyways?” Pheedy said with a questioning look.
Axel put down his shake and gave him another one of his infamous smiles that made Pheedy really uncomfortable.
“I’m an inventor my friend, and a really good one at that,” he said with a bit of moxie.
Pheedy raised an eyebrow, and Cookie sat there in awe as he spoke of his accomplishments.
“At the age of ten I helped invent Equestria’s railroad system, and later I invented my sister’s speaker systems,” he said giddily.
“Sister? You never mentioned anything about a sister,” Pheedy said.
“Then again, you were creeping through some strangers junkyard. Ponies don’t normally think about the owners relatives when your sneaking about,” responded Cookie sarcastically.
Pheedy just rolled his eyes, although, internally, he was surprised. Cookie never joked about, he was normally tense and alert. Now he was loose and relaxed.
“Well, I was adopted when I was a young colt,” he mumbled “Vinyl has always been such a great friend to me, like a sister. Well, she technically is.” Axel scratched the back of his head as the table grew awkwardly silent.
Pheedy broke the quiet of the table with a large burp. It seemed to lighten up the mood pretty well, Cookie holding back a giggle; Axel facehoofing; Pheedy smiling. All like good friends, despite having just met.
“Well, let’s not get all mopy,” Pheedy responded. “Waiter! How about more milkshakes, on me!”
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It was sundown when the trio left the Sugarcube Corner. There were a few ponies still wandering about but most have gone inside to await the night to come.
“Well Axel,” Pheedy started. “I think it’s about time we take our leave.”
“Where are you going?” Axel replied.
“Were going back to the inn,” Cookie replied. “We really don't have an actual house,” he continued, scratching his head.
“My workshop isn’t that far, we can walk together,” Axel said.
Cookie smiled, so Pheedy couldn't back out now.
“Why not, what's the worse that can happen?” Pheedy said with a smirk.
They began to walk down the road they've done before. Cookie and Axel in the back again, still talking, Pheedy in front, admiring the scenery. Suddenly Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy approached from behind them, Dash boasting about a new trick that she pulled off earlier that day. Pheedy gave a generous wave as them as they passed. Cookie and Axel kind of just gave a little gesture at Fluttershy, avoiding Rainbow Dash all together.
Pheedy saw this. “It seems that Cookie gets along with people who share something in common with him,” he thought. He gave a smirk and a plan formulated in his head as he approached the inn.
Cookie bid Axel goodbye as Pheedy entered the inn. He was about to open the door but a chilling breeze froze him in his tracks. He looked around cautiously. He started to tremble, it felt similar to those of the nightmares, but...different. This strange feeling made him feel cold and alone, as if something were to go wrong at any minute. His mind was racing with possibilities of what's to come. Repressed memories bursting from deep within his mind.
“Cookie?”
Cookie’s eyes opened sharply.
“Cookie!?”
He looked up. Pheedy was in front of him with another one of his concerned looks.
“What happened? Are you alright?” Pheedy questioned.
Cookie just cringed as a pain surged through his head. He pushed through Pheedy without a word as he put a hoof on his forehead as an attempt to ease the pain. He quickly made his way into the inn.
Pheedy, now more worried, chased after him.
Cookie was sitting on his bed, rubbing his temples with his hoofs. Pheedy sat across from him, and Cookie glared at him.
“I’m going to ask again, what happened?” Pheedy said calmly.
“It’s nothing,” Cookie replied back. His answer void of emotion.
“I’m just trying to help, I can’t help if you don't tell me what's wrong,” Pheedy replied
“It’s. Nothing.” Cookie said, more sternly than before.
“Cookie pl-”
“Look, I don’t need your help, there’s nothing wrong with me, so get out of my face!” Cookie shouted back.
Pheedy flinched back with wide eyes. Cookie also gave a shocked look, realizing what he had said. It takes a lot of effort to get Cookie angry so something was off.
“I’m sorry,” Cookie said quietly “I just need some rest, that’s all.”
Pheedy simply nodded as Cookie wrapped himself tightly in his blanket. The pegasus looked out the window. It was dark, a full moon was out, and for some reason, so was Axel. He was in a dumpster, moving some trash around and occasionally throwing a piece of scrap into a saddlebag. Pheedy decided to ignore it and got under the covers of his bed, trying to think what went wrong. Was it something he said? Was it something he did? He again shrugged it off as he too fell asleep once more.
Author's Note
Special Thanks to Axel for editing and proofreading.
