My name is Minus Underscore. I live at number one, First Street, Stonebridge. I was born in age 990. I don't have a job. I'll tell you what happened.
I wake up. It's probably 6PM as usual. I avoid mirrors in the morning, I dont need another reminder that I need a manecut. I take my time getting breakfast, because hey, they'd only tell me off for skipping it. I finish, and arrive late to the self-help group. What characters these ponies are. The one that talks the most about his problems, his name is Double... something. Then there's the gay duo Flint and Algorithm. It's nice they met each other through this group. They're nice and fun to be around. Vee the coffee addict, who is otherwise normal? I guess she's just so in touch with her issues that she looks in control. Minty is there too, I think she just walked in one day out of curiosity and then never left. And finally there's our main character Chess Piece. The lunatic that put this group together.
At the start of every week, as this was, we were meant to complete a task. Today was a really childish one, to make an art piece in the shape of a friend here, without using traditional methods. Algorithm went first, showing a macaroni picture of me. I smiled wide, barely holding in my laughter. He luckily took my expression as me loving it! Dodging that bullet, I showed mine next. An egg I'd drawn on in a dark blue ink to look like Algo. A pony face with those rectangle glasses on, and his side swept fringe. I didn't even bother to change the mane's colour to a more accurate whitish blue, just used the same dark blue as his coat and horn. You could see how low effort the attempt was, but he was so genuinely happy to see it. This group is so sad.
The next few images were pretty bad too. Somepony made Vee out of sweets. I guess there wasn't much else that right shade of purple to use. They forgot to include her wings though, which is an amazing thing to do. Vee's wings are something she takes such pride in, to forget them, that probably ruffled her feathers. Though she has several stand out features, like those weird mane loops either side of her head. That Double Moan guy was made with salt and pepper, sprinkled onto glue covered paper. Quite a clever way to get his white coat to show up on a white background, with it's noticeble texture. His black mane though was a sneezing hazard. Minty was depicted as a slice of bread bitten into a vague head shape. The green mare with a brown mane looked quite plain, so you could get away with something like that I guess. Flint didn't even get one though. I guess Minty was meant to do that? Since she instead did me, meaning I got two. I know it wasn't my fault, but I felt so greedy having more than anyone else. Flint dealt with it okay though. If I had wanted to do one for him, I'd probably use cheese somehow. He is a yellow earth pony with a two tone spikey yellow mane. Also it now occurs to me, we were never told to use food, just non-standard supplies. Funny we all picked something edible.
Chess was proud of us all, and asked how our weekend had been. Double Moan, who's second name I really can't remember, it's not actually moan of course... He took this chance to moan about his weekend for a long period of time. It was draining, as usual. I bet most of us leave this group more depressed than when we arrived. I think I fell asleep during this, I dont remember a lot, and then it was over. I left, but not before Algo gave me that macaroni picture to take home. I had to say yes to that face, poor guy. I got home, stuck the image on my fridge just for that extra foal feel. I sat down on my couch planning to read a book, but instead I find myself staring out the window. The cross pattern started to become mesmerising, looking at those 4 panels, like it was 4 different places. I was really getting into a trance, and probably creeping out the neighbours. I was broken out of this by a spider dangling down, a BIG one! I killed it, but not before panicking it into a frenzy. It was horrible. I felt sick. Minutes later another one that looks the same, the same massive size, is on my front door. I kill that too. I sit down on the couch again, very rattled. And a 3rd one runs under my carpet! So big are these spiders that this one left a bump in the rug. Like it actually thought it was hidden at all. Killed that too. But more insects came in. Flying ones, crawling ones.
I kept trying to calm myself down on the couch, which was when a nearly empty glass of wine shows up on my coffee table. I remembered this drink from 4 or 5 days ago. I remember it vanishing, I remember looking for it twice. I never found the glass, and now it was here. I gave it a taste test, and it still seemed fine. Does wine even go off? I spent that night sitting on my bed, not laying down. Huddled in the sheets waiting for something to move along the floor. It was a horrible and slow night of nothing but fear. I keep my windows tightly shut because of my fear. They shouldn't have been able to get in.
That is what I remember from Monday.