(Okay, now, it's recording! Here you go, it's all yours!)
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(...You just need to speak into this right here, and it will do the rest.)
...I think I grasp the concept but thank you for clarifying.
(You're welcome!)
......Dinky?
(Yes?)
This is supposed to be a private journal, right?
(Yeah!)
...There's a lack of privacy at this current moment if you haven't noticed...
(...Oh! Right, sorry! I need to go home anyway. Let me know how it goes, okay?)
Sure.
(Great! I'll see you tomorrow, goodbye!
............[sigh]...I can't believe I'm doing this...
I'm sorry, but I'm not much for elaborative conversations when it comes to inanimate objects...(no insult intended.)
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I...Feel, uneasy lately.
Ever since Mom... Ever since Mom...... Ever since the "absence" of Miss Fluttershy... Things have been difficult.
I knew how to care for her animals while she was away.
But after a while, they were reluctant to stay there.
Even Angel Bunny has abandoned the premises, but not without reluctance.
At first, I didn't understand why they would rather stay with applejack in her orchards then here in the home of the caretaker who made things far more tailor-made for them... But then I started sensing it.
The animals were uneasy, scared of something that they could not foresee. I assumed it was instinct, and perhaps it still was. A primal urged to evacuate because of lack of security.
I am not a coward, nor am I a helpless infant in the eyes of predators far more massive than I. But from the moment I sensed it, I have been perpetually terrified.
I don't know how the animals sensed it before I did. Perhaps I have grown a little dull in detecting these things, but something this climactic could not have been easily ignored from a mile away.
The realistic and more terrifying possibility is that whatever is out there deliberately hid itself from me,
and has only revealed itself to intimidate me.
It worked, and whatever it is that was stalking me, knew it had.
It is nothing like I have ever felt in my entire life. It was not only cold and callous to the touch, but it was also vast and dense. Like water, lots and lots of water just washing over me.
A cold, empty, vast abyss of mysterious but malicious intent towards my life.
I create tornadoes with ease, but this... Thing, whatever it is, could overwhelm me just by its presence alone.
I did not dare to face it.
I've sensed evil, and I've confronted it.
But this... I couldn't face this.
I feel ashamed, but I don't regret my decision to leave my home and hide underground. I only wish I did it sooner...
It is not some wild animal hungry for my body like any other typical animal in the ever-free; this was different. It's intelligent, it's patient, and it's far more ancient then any average pony I've met. Or any creature for that matter... Unless you count the royal princesses.
I know it's not a pony, even when I saw it that one time... It may look like us, but I knew it was something with enough hunting experience to rival any hunter in any field.
It could have gotten me... But it didn't.
It flaunted its power to me on purpose!
It knew I would run, it knew I'd be afraid, and knew that I would abandon my home... Only now did I realize how exposed I was.
Yes... I now know what it was doing. It had me dead to rights, but it didn't take me.
And I know exactly why.
It was teasing me.
It didn't care about catching me any more than a Cat cared about whether or not he would eat a mouse before playing around with it.
It amused itself by terrifying me!
Some could easily assume that it was a mistake to let me go considering what kind of damage I could inflict on it... But... I would instead consider myself lucky that all it wanted to do was intimidate me, because if it were to come to a fight...I don't think the odds would be in my favor...
...
At least not yet anyway.
I still have growing to do, and if I keep up my repetitions and training, I could possibly face it again.
But for now, I'll stay here in Apple Bloom's...Underground clubhouse.
At the very least I think it won't come into town to look for me.
It seems to prefer seclusion over the spotlight. Suits me just fine so long as it doesn't come looking for me or any of my friends.
...
You know... This has been reasonably productive.
Dinky was right... This is a helpful exercise to practice.
Hm... I would never have guessed it.