I stood nervously at the gate, my mind racing. Would she remember me? Would she help me? What if she turned Dementia and I over to Celestia? I shuddered, not wanting to contemplate the consequences that the Royal Prat would bring down upon us. Dementia waited by the gate and I took a shaky step forward. The walk to the house was a long one, and my nerves were only slowing me down. I thanked Luna that it was still dawn, and that I was fairly well hidden in the shadows. As I walked, I took in my surroundings. I could never quite fathom how many apple trees were in the orchard. I hoped Applejack would let me have a few. Suddenly, I was a few yards from the door. I hadn't realized how close I was and trepidation flowed through my veins. Before I could step forward however, a box appeared before me.
Kill whoever's in Sweet Apple Acres except for the dog and child. I'll explain later.
"I.. What? No!" I was horrified by the request, and my heart was pounding. The box receded, and I stood motionless, shocked. How could this stranger expect me to murder, with no explanation given? After a few minutes, I regained my bearings and took the final steps to the door. I nervously raised a hoof and knocked. Almost immediately, the door swung open. Looking down, I saw a small yellow filly standing in the doorway. She had a red mane, which was held back by a pink bow. She looked up at me fearfully, and I took a step back.
"Please, do not be afraid, I-" She cut me off with a shrill scream and I sighed. She slammed the door in my 'face' and I was hit square in the muzzle. I muttered a string of curses and knocked again. This time, the wait was longer, until the door was just barely open, revealing their face. Instantly, her eyes softened with recognition.
"Slendy? What're you doin' here? Besides just 'bout given Applebloom a heart attack, ah thought you were in the forest with Dementia." She opened the door and stepped out, kicking it shut behind her. "Besides, didn't Celestia cast a spell on you and yer sister so ya couldn't leave?" She narrowed her eyes.
"Well Applejack, it's a bit of a long story, but basically I was able to transfer the spell so it would seem as if Dementia and I were still there, when in reality Celestia is keeping an eye on a couple of woodland creatures." She took a moment to mull over my story, and she stepped aside and opened the door. "What kinda host would ah be if ah just let ya stay out here?" She said with a grin. I took a step forward before remembering Dementia.
"Applejack, I will be right back." I teleported to the gate, startling Dementia who was sitting by a tree. "Holy smokes Slendy, give a mare some warning!" She yelled. I enveloped her in my magic.
"Warning." I said as I teleported us to the house. Dementia collapsed, panting heavily. I helped her up, and Applejack led us into the house. Applebloom was hiding in another room, peeking out from around a corner. Dementia smiled at Applebloom, who looked to Applejack who gave a curt nod. Applebloom slowly stepped out from her hiding spot.
"H-Hi, ah'm Applebloom." She said nervously. Dementia grinned and stepped forward. "I'm Dementia and this is Slendy!" She said, to which I sighed.
"My name is Slendermare." I corrected, and Applebloom cocked her head, an expression of confusion covering her features.
"How is it that you can talk without a mouth?" she asked, and Applejack gave her a look,
"Applebloom, ah told you not to ask ponies rude questions." She said, and I waved a hoof dismissively. "It's quite alright Applejack, you asked me the same question at about her age if I'm not mistaken." I said with a chuckle, and Applejack blushed. "I speak telepathically Applebloom, with my mind."
She looked thoughtful before nodding, deeming my answer to be good.
how much do you know about Princess Luna
Applebloom jumped, startled by the box. "What in tarnation?" Applejack asked, taking a step back.
"I don't know what they are or who they're from, all I know is that they won't go away unless answered." I explained. Dementia sat by Applebloom, who seemed uneasy but didn't move.
"Well, she's the princess of the night, and from what I've heard she escaped her imprisonment." I said, and the box vanished.
Applejack shook her head. "Ah swear Slendy, weirdness always seems to follow you." She said with a chuckle. Dementia grinned, and Applejack led us to the kitchen.