//------------------------------// // Realization // Story: Cellos without Resonance // by Mr Jelly //------------------------------// I awoke to the thud of something hitting the floor. I sat up to see that the girl was not in the bed. I swung my legs over and tried to touch the ground, but pulled them up fast when they touched something else. I looked down to see the girl, who had done a beautiful faceplant. “Ummm...” I said, “Can I help?” She pushed off the ground with her hands and looked up. She had a line of crimson spreading from cheek to cheek. She got onto her legs and walked back to the desk that held the laptop and opened it. I wanted to know how she fell onto my side of the bed, but didn’t care enough to ask about it. I walked over to the desk and looked over her shoulder. She seemed to know what she was doing. Well, I suppose watching a Windows computer startup wasn’t that hard.Once she got to the login screen, she stopped. I moved her aside and put in ‘password’ didn’t work Password Nope password1 still nothing. Finally the hint came up. The girl gasped and typed something in immediately. I just got a glance at it. ‘Grey pony’ “What?” I said, “How’d you get it so fast?” The girl opened up a notepad and started to type. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” She wrote, “But the password was my name.” “Well, what’s your name?” I asked She deleted what she wrote and typed something else. “Octavia Melody.” “Pretty name.” I said, “Now, do you want help putting on some clothes, or are you going to go all natural for the day?” She blushed and looked a little irritated. “Yes, I would love help, but you don’t have to be rude about it!” I opened my mouth, but couldn’t think of any counter, so I mumbled a “Sorry.” She walked over to the bathroom and peered into a bag. She pulled out a long grey coat and looked at me. “Maybe we should start with a shirt.” I said, “They are usually put on before jackets.” She looked confused at me. I pulled out a white T-shirt. “Just hold up your arms.” She obliged and lifted up her skinny arms. I slid the T-shirt down and guided her arms through the holes. I Picked up the jacket and showed her how to put it on. She had no difficulty slipping it on. I rummaged through the bags and blushed. I pulled out a pair of purple panties. “Um... These are for your... um more intimate parts.” I held them out. She realized what I was saying and blushed as well. She put them on with little trouble and made a ‘how do I look?’ pose. “Um... They match your eyes?” I didn’t know what to say. She started to rummage through the bags and pulled out a grey skirt. I reach my hands out but she pushed them away. She slipped on the skirt easily. I made quiet applause. We walked back into the living room and looked on the desktop of the computer. There was all the standards. Recycling bin, My Computer, and Libraries shortcuts were all there, but I found one thing that didn’t belong. A small MS Notepad document named ‘Readme.’ I opened the document and, well, read. Dear Spencer, Well, you are reading this, then my plan has been set into motion, and you have recovered the atrocious pony named ‘Octavia.’ I was testing to see if one of my new tricks worked, and it kinda did. Perfectly, I might add. Now I know what you’re thinking. “Why me?” “What do I even have to do with anything?” Well, absolutely nothing. You were picked at random to take up care of this experiment. I deleted any important memories you might have. Like your family, precious friends and things. Oh, and your own address, doesn’t that stink? Well, ta ta for now. ~Discord, being of total disarray. I stared at the note. (S)he did answer some of my questions. I looked over to Octavia, who was fixing her bowtie in the mirror. “So... Octavia. Want to get out of this two bit motel room and see what’s cool things are around here?” I said as she looked over in my direction. She nodded her head. We started to pack up the things we brought in with us. The laptop was last. I couldn’t get that note out of my head. Something was fishy about it. I feel like I’d subconsciously seen something, but my brain just couldn’t decipher it. Well, it won’t help thinking about it now. All we can do now is see where this address in my phone takes us. I looked at Octavia and towards the door. She looked in my direction. I walked towards the door, but something held me back. By the hand, I might add. I turned around. “What Octav-” I started, but was interrupted by something pushing against my lips. Octavia pulled away and winked at me. “You know, for a pony/human that landed in this world from who-knows-where, naked, mute, and uncoordinated, you’re a good kisser.” I said, blushing. She looked almost sad as I walked to the door. I opened the door to a bright white light, then, pain. More pain that I’d ever felt before. My eyes adjusted and I was looking up towards a ceiling light. One that was round. “He’s waking up.” A voice said. “Tell his relatives.” Another voice said. I started to hear a heart monitors monotone beep in the background. A person came to to the side of my bed and looked down at me. “Hello, nice to see you awake.” She said. I tried to reply, but the words just wouldn't come out. “Hmm...” She mumbled, “It doesn't seem that you can talk.” I uttered a groan. “Well, that’s better than nothing.” She said, “My name is Rose Palate.” Then she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “But you can call my Nurse RedHeart.” Another face came in view, “Hey honey. are you alright?” “Miss Winters, Spencer has suffered major head trauma from his crash, he isn’t able to speak at the moment.” Rose said, “He is mute, maybe temporarily, maybe for the rest of his life.” “Oh my son.” The woman leaned down and hugged me. “Spencer, you've been in a coma for about a day.” Rose said, “Another driver T-boned you at a cross section. So that means... None of it was real. “We’ll need you to stay here a few days for more tests and scans.” Rose said, “But you should be able to go home by the end of the week.” My brain whirred with a mixture of confusion, sadness, and anger all at the same time. all of the things I thought that were real turned out just to be figments of entertainment my brain came up with to give it time to heal. I tried to clench my hand, but realized that they were already. I looked down and noticed something popping out of my left hand. A purple bowtie.