//------------------------------// // Letting The Days Go By... // Story: This Old House // by Undyne Devotion //------------------------------// It has been a few days since that night occured, the sickly noises of the pale one dying off over time. I stood beside the window in my room, the light of the world burning my eyes as the sun basked all in a warm embrace. My clothes never changed from the day this had begun, a odd stench wafting from my body tickling my nose. I knew I should take a shower soon, yet didn’t feel a sudden urgency to do so. The house was always silent, sapping away my willpower each passing second I was inside. My eyes watching the people pass by outside, Derpy walking a pack of dogs with massively tangled leashes. Bon-bon and Lyra giggling aloud with happiness as they chatted while walking, each passing the other sly winks and gentle hand caresses. The sun beating down upon my skull like a hammer from above, I clutched the umbra curtain in my hand before closing myself off once more. With a slight skip in my step, I made my way back down the stairway in record time. Dashing into the kitchen with a loud pop of my lips, a odd thing happening after I had that run in with the pale creature. Tossing open the shelves I brought the sight of various types of food into view, turns out the day after my scare I was stocked to the brim with food. Which I guess would be a blessing if I had to bet on it, looking over my selection and grabbing a tiny bag of chips. But just to be safe I needed to not eat much, just a few bites here and there. Anything bigger might bring that monster back to me, softly pulling the bag open grabbing a delicate chip and snacking on it slowly. After the nibble I decided to do what I did for the past few days, I walked over to the door and began to slide down the frame to wait. Unsure for what I was waiting for, but I felt myself land on the floor with a thud to begin anyways. The only sound in the house being a soft hum of a camera, my eyes gazing high to the right corner of the living room locking on it sternly. The warm red glow of the blinking light, keeping me company when I felt as if all was lost. “I hope you are having a nice day.” I flashed a smile to the camera, lifting up slender fingers in a playful fashion before waving with them. A lock of tangled hair falling in front of my vision, eyes rolling before I gave a soft huff and blowing it back to the side of my face. A gentle knocking echoing from above me suddenly, eyes glancing up towards the knob deflated. “Who is it?” I gave a sly smile and bounced up to my bare feet, gazing into the peephole for entertainment if anything. Pinkie stood outside my doorstep in a small pastel blue summer dress and heels, Rarity in a pure rose colored dress arching her hips to the side beside her. Lovely violet hair in a cascading waterfall fashion, the sun basking the young fashionista in a glowing light. “See? I told you she’s not home.” Pinkie spoke in a bubbly tone of voice her head tilting off to the side cutely. “I’m not buying it darling, Twilight dear if you are here would you please open up?” Rarity gently placed a hand atop the door frame. I gently doing the same from within, matching my hand next to her own. Praying for a sense of connection to form or at least allow me to feel someone else for a second, Rarity pursing her lips into a small frown outside. “I can guess why she won’t open up…” “Sick?” Pinkie gave a slight smile. “Yeah, in the head! Have you seen how she carries herself?” Rarity spoke with a sneer, Pinkie just giggling aloud. “You mean all frumpy and dumpy?” “More like trash, I’d stay inside too.” Rarity flaunted a hand towards her friend, both girls sharing another laugh as they walked down the steps. I stood in shock at what just happened, my hand lowering away from the door as I could feel myself backing away towards the hall. Gasping in shock as my back suddenly hit the wall, heart racing I gazed down to my filthy clothes in regret. I never knew they felt that way, I tried my best to dress up more in style. Yet I always knew I was falling short of something special, looking over my hands each stained in a soft layer of dirt causing me to cringe. “I’m disgusting…” I clutched my hands tightly before holding back a wave of tears, hearing a sudden creak of a door behind me. Eyes watching the door to the basement swing open softly, my head tilting to the side in confusion. Slumping over I made my way to the opening, gazing down the wicked staircase into the abyss below. All that was down there was darkness and the laundry room, I began to walk away feeling a odd sense of dread from within. ‘Ding-ding-do-dum-dee.’ My phone rang out from the nothingness below, I couldn’t understand how that was possible because I smashed it to pieces days ago.Yet another loud chirp of the ring tone welcomed me to the basement, I collected my courage with a soft exhale as I slowly made my way down. Half expecting the door to slam shut behind me like in a horror movie, only to find that moment never happened. I was down in the basement rather quickly, gazing upward above noticing it wasn’t as far down as I had made it out to be. My phone on top of the washer ringing loudly, I swiped the cell on as I clutched it in my hand. No calls had been made recently, though the ringing was brought forth by a few new text messages. Clicking on the screen a pale blue light embraced my small frame, Sunset had texted me a few questions to my surprise. My eyes locking on the smiling photo of her and I on screen, clicking the text to read it within a matter of seconds. ‘Miss you at school, how have you been?’ ‘Please text back, I’m worried.’ ‘Feeling sick? Pinkie said you might be sick.’ I could feel my hand quivering as I started to text back, my mind ablaze with the question if I could even chat with her? ‘I’m...scared.’ I sent the simple reply with a sharp inhale, holding it as long as I could waiting for a response. My phone flashing to life suddenly, my eyes wide in surprise at this twist of fate. ‘Why scared?’ ‘You can read this?’ ‘Uhhh...yeah?’ ‘I need help! Please send someone to open my house!’ ‘Need what? It’s all scrambled…’ ‘I miss you…’ ‘I do too, want me to visit?’ ‘Yes...please.’ ‘Twily?’ ‘Sunny?’ ‘Hello?’ ‘Text window closed’ My heart sinking in my chest as the phone suddenly began to shut down, I could feel my friend slipping away once more. Holding the cell close to my heart as I slid down the washer, tears rolling down my cheeks slowly. I wanted to laugh, but needed to scream. Yet all I could do was cry.