As I was walking home one day, I saw a box with several holes punched in the top, seemingly tossed on the sidewalk.
Normally, I wouldn't have thought anything of it, but when I heard something moving around in there, I just had to take a look.
"Sweet Lord," I said, looking at its eyes and features.
I had wanted a pet for so long, but none of them appealed to me.
They just weren't for me. Of course, of all the people, you had humans and people who weren't humans
"Look at you," I said.
"You mean, you're not scared of me?" he said.
"No," I replied, showing him my fangs and picking him up, "Who'd throw such a cute little pony out on the streets like this?"
"Someone who hates vampires, ponies, or both."
"I bet you're thirsty, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Well," I replied, setting him down and pulling a bottle of blood from my bag, "I was saving this for me, but you need it more," I gave it to him, "What's your name?"
"I don't have one," he said, drinking the remainder of what was in the bottle.
"You don't- You look like a Nightshine."
"Who are you?"
"Midnight Fang."
"So, I get to live with you?"
"A vampire needs a vampire pet," I replied, picking him back up and carrying him to my house.
In Midnight's house, there was an uneasy air.
"So, you like the color blue?"
"How could you tell," I replied, setting him down on the couch.
"Well, your hair is blue, your glasses are dyed blue, you're wearing blue and black clothes, and everything here has something blue about it."
"Most thestrals are colorblind. I guess I got lucky."
"You know, I'm hungry."
"I'll fix that for the both of us. You just sit and watch some TV."