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// Chapter 1: Discovery 
// Story: Two Friends, And A Filly 
// by Skytak193 
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This is chapter is second person, "You" being Scott



"ZZZZZZZ"
"ZZZZZZZ"
*RING RING RING*
"ZZZZ-wah...."
*RING RING RING
*You gaze up from your pillow to your phone on the bedside table and pick up your phone. "ARGH! Who in the heck is calling me at this time?! Hello?"

"Scott, you cannot believe what just happened!" You hear John say in an excited tone.

"YOU won’t believe what WILL happen to you, if you don't have a good excuse for calling me at..... Five AM on a Saturday!"

"Dude, get your plot over here now!! You have to see this for yourself to believe me!"

"Fine.... This better be a good reason or ELSE!" You and John have become good enough friends that you will go over to his house if asked. Not usually this early though. You don't even bother dressing; you just slip on some boots and a coat over your plain red pajamas, and walk out the door. Your mom's house is about ten blocks from his house. It's still pitch black out, other than the street lights. You shiver on the morning cold, what was the forecast for this morning? 10? 0? Well whatever it is, it is freezing you to the bone. There is no traffic on the way over to John's house, so is makes for easy walking.

After about ten minutes of walking, you begin to come upon John's house. As you begin to walk up John's front steps, you hear a shuffle inside and his door whips open. "Shhhh! My parents are sleeping and I need you to be quiet." With a nod you quietly tip-toe into his house and sneak down to his bedroom. With a heavy sigh of relief, you sit down at the foot of his bed and take off your jacket. Remembering that his parents are usually light sleepers, you leave his bedroom light off. You hear him sneak down the stairs shortly after you. You see John's silhouette as he enters the room and grabs something off his bedside table. You hear the flick of a switch and his room is dully illuminated. He turned on his pen-light.

"So what did you want now?" You say in an irritated voice.

"You have no idea what happened last night!" John rambles excitedly. You take a quick glance around his room and spy a red spot on his bed. You decide to ask him about it later and figure out what he wants now.

"What happened last night?" You say, eyeballing him suspiciously.

"Dashie happened!" You don't quite understand his enthusiasm, much less what he said.

"What do you mean, Dashie happened?" With that, he walked behind you to the far side of his bed and bends over to pick something up. To you, it looks like a small puppy in the dim light. Then he shines the light on the thing in his hands. Your jaw falls agape. "Is that... Am I going insane?" He sets Dashie down onto his bed. She lies down and eyeballs you curiously.

"It's all real. I'm not too sure what to think myself. Just that she is here now, and that we have to keep her safe." John gazes down at Dashie with a protective look in his eyes.

"So, to keep her safe, we probably have to hide her. What do you suggest?" You ask whilst taking in every last detail of the small cyan filly.

"Well, we may have to take her out to your dads’ house. He has the open space to raise her properly. How far does he live out of town?" There is a pleading look in John's eyes as he talks to you. He knows very well that we couldn't raise Dashie in a city. It would be torture to keep her indoors for her entire life. And there is also the threat of his parents. They don't know that he is a brony. It would give them BOTH heart attacks if they woke up to find Dashie being raised by John.

"It is about twenty miles. But, my dad is in the same boat as your parents. We couldn't possibly bring Dashie there without being noticed. He knows about me being a brony, but would disapprove of Dashie."

"Well it's our best chance to keep her hidden from all of our parents. You have enough space to keep her." John tells you doubtfully.

"I have an idea!" You call out. "Some neighbors about half a mile from my dads are just moving out. Maybe we could move there?"

"But we don't have any money. How would we be able to live there?" Suddenly, you hear some thumping from upstairs. "Oh god, my parents are waking up. Quick! Hide in my closet!'

You carefully, pick Dashie up and move into John's closet and close the door.