//------------------------------// // Your in good hands... // Story: My Shy Little Friend // by ChromeRegios //------------------------------// I tried to speak but my tongue was frozen, several tries of moving my lips later, I finally spit out a single word. “Hello?” She didn't respond and just hid under my jacket. “Why are you in a basket?” I asked again. She peeks out again, looking back at me. The more I examine her the more I realize she is really young; years younger than her filly appearance in episode twenty three, or something. She might not have the ability to speak yet..that is well, if she can talk here.The fact that she is even here right now has me twitching in confusion. I return my attention back to her, and notice a small shiver of her body. It was still raining outside, and it can get pretty cold, especially around mid-December. I don't know exactly how to deal with this situation; do I let her stay? Do I leave her outside? Do I even call someone? Screw that, who can I even call? I’m the only brony in this side of town and there is no one within a fifty mile radius. I don't have any friends except for Joyce, but she’s far from here, but didn't quite watch the show that often. I can’t take her in the pound... That's a pathetic choice from the beginning. Not only its the most nasty decision, she might be taken to some experimental facility and gets tested on or something just as equally horrible. I have only left with one option. She snuggles again inside my jacket making her self comfortable. she huddles beside my arm and feels like she’s going to a deep sleep.. That settles it, I can’t just abandon or throw her outside, I walked to my room and set her down the bed and put a blanket around her to keep warm, she moves around a bit until she found a right spot to settle as she lays there fast asleep. I watched her sleeping in my bed for a while until I left the room and sits to my computer. My mind is now overflowing with questions again and again like, Am I crazy or is this a joke? Time went on for an hour until I fell asleep in my computer desk, only to be woken up by the sound of my cell phone rigging. It was Joyce, saying that school was about to start. I looked at my watch and sure enough, It was already 10:00 a.m: (8:30 was our class though). I quickly scrambled up my chair and went to wash my face and get a quick breakfast, and went to change. Just when I was about to go to my room. I quickly remembered that Fluttershy was sleeping in there. I laugh a bit thinking that, that was just a dream and the fact that Fluttershy wont just knock on my door and asking to be taken care of... Its just absurd! But when I opened my door, those moments started to come back and haunt me. There she was, sleeping like a baby up in my pillows, It wasn't a dream! She’s here In person! Or, in pony! I called Joyce back and told her I’m calling in sick today and have to skip school today. It was suppose to be our Christmas party today before the winter vacation, but I’ll just skip it, for the sake of my new found friend... I slowly went to her side, holding her, feeling her soft furry body. I still cant believe that she is sleeping in my room, in my house, in my world! As I look at her sleeping, I noticed her eyes moved a bit, she’s about to wake up. Her eyes opened and looked around the room, seemingly trying to determine where she is. “Hi there..” I said to her, but she just looked at me with a blank expression. “What are you doing here in my world?” The question just came out, I didn't mean to say it out loud , but it just sort of happens every now and then. Not having friends its quite a lonesome world for me, except Joyce. So I find myself talking to, well, myself a lot. I don't own a pet, because that just means more money to throw out and I'm barely managing my life style as it is. she didn't know either. Then again, what else should I expect from a filly that can't even talk yet. “Are you lost, or something?” The moment the words left my mouth, her ears droop and she looks to the sheets of the bed. “O-oh, sorry” The thought hits that she has no clue what is going on, where she is, who I am, or anything else. She's beyond the word "lost": she is misplaced. “Well, if you want... You can stay here with me” I noticed her head lifted up, her ears stood up, and looks at me with such worried eyes. I thought my words didn't sound encouraging enough, so I cracked a smile as I spoke to her. “Don’t worry, I’m not that kind of a bad person, sort of... But rest assured, your in good hands, in the mean time your welcome at my humble home” Her face became normal and smiled back at me, her wings flutter a bit and looks at me again. The next few hours are spent giving her the "great expedition " of my house. Nothing amazing to see, except the third room upstairs where I kept some scrap books and drawings of MLP characters, which I avoided her to see. Afterwords, I gave her something to eat. I break up some small cabbages, and amazingly I discover she has some teeth. Since she is still a filly, I wasn't sure if she could eat solid foods such as cabbages yet. Then again, she is from a cartoon so I don't know what is "the right thing" for her anyway. After her supper, I stood up and went to the living room, she flapped her wings and followed me there after finishing her cabbage, and sits near my lap. she circled a bit to find a spot to lay down until finally she curls up to a ball and drifts to sleep. I felt my heart exploded once more. Looking at her sleep in such peaceful way made my heart literally melt, usually I only let cats sit in my lap as I pat them in the head until they fall asleep, Or any animals (Usually small) for that matter. I used to have a pet chicken, a hen actually. She was well trained that when I just spread my hands while she’s in front of me, she would just come close and lets me hold her up. I loved that chicken so much...but one day, she went out and got chased by our dog, she got cornered and got torn apart alive. when I went to play with her a bit, I found her mutilated by that blasted dog. My sight went black! I got a sickle and a hammer and brutally killed the animal in cold blood. I never felt so much rage in me, like hell itself took over me and releases its fiery vengeance on the dog... When I finished the life of the dog I regained my consciousness and realized what I have done, I literally cried for the loss of my animal friend and for killing the dog. I never had any pets since that day... I was afraid that if I loved another animal, I might end up losing it or might kill some other animal because of my unforgiving rage. “NO!” I shouted within my mind. “That will not happen! I will not allow such demonic thing come to my mind! Never!” I said to my self, hoping and wishing... That I wont do such horrible thing to her, ever. At some point I fell asleep in the couch. It was the start of our Christmas vacation, and I plan to spend my time with her alone and nothing more. But she’s still snuggled up at my lap sleeping. I carefully lifted her up and set her down at the couch and used my jacket as her blanket as I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As I was frying eggs and making cabbage cobbler, I thought of something. that all I wanted for Christmas was a Pony stuffed toy to cuddle while in sleeping every night and I’m not ashamed to say it to any of my classmates. But now I have a real pony, a filly Fluttershy sleeping at my couch. content as though she's known me since childhood. Right now, there is nothing else in the world that matters to me. My sadness, my sore head and stone cold heart all seem to melt to nothingness, as nothing else can come greatly close to the feeling I’m having right now; this happiness I am experiencing at this moment as I cooked our breakfast. She is here. She is real. Right now with me, she is my little pony. She is... my shy little friend. The following weeks I spent time with Fluttershy was like a dream. Almost too good to be true! We spend Christmas and gave her a scarf that my mother gave me when I was a kid. It suits her well. At New year she was afraid to go out and see the fire works from afar.. who can blame her, Even I was scared to those things. Time goes by fast as it was already March, I struggled to finish my last days on college until finally, it was my graduation! I went off to buy some vegetables and cake for me and her, celebrating my graduation to college. But before I could even start the festivities, I also bought some writing materials and books for her. Might as well teach her some basic Kindergarten teachings, like the alphabets, basic counting and writing...the only problem is, she has no hands, only hooves. We’ll just be creative in some way. As I near my little home, I saw her peeking and waiting for my arrival at the window sill. Like an impatient child waiting for a gift to be given to her by her father. As I opened the door, her wings flutter in excitement for she knew I had brought her something nice, she sees the cake and seemingly begging to give her some, who am I to refuse? I gave her a large helping of chocolate cake, which she ate slowly and elegantly. I was surprised, thought she will be like those other kids that will just eat the darn thing in a sloppy way. Guess my ‘expectations’ is just wrong, as always. I let her watch some anime during the morning, she seems to enjoy “Baka to test to shukanjuu” although she can't understand Japanese, she still finds it amusing and entertaining for some reason. After the show I started to teach her the basic learning materials in my world. She paid attention closely and listened to me clearly all to the night, I know it was early for her to learn such things but I need to teach her as soon as possible so that me and her can understand more clearly. I started to teach her to write which really gave her a hard time...then as I expected she used her, well... You guessed it, her mouth. I’m not that creative to make something to help her with her writing, because even though my course is Information Technology and Engineering, I cant even make a simple program or device. But she managed to write well, which gave me relief.. This continued for almost 4 months, until finally she perfected it. I didn't knew it was possible...but I managed to teach her all I know, well...except algebra and science not to mention history of Philippine culture. But on the other hand, its useless for her to learn those other things because she’s not even born here. All my time was given to her, and barely had time for my self. I didn't mind it at all, because she’s my world now. Raising her like the daughter I never had. In time I started to named her Fluttershy, its only fair to gave her original name instead of something weird like “Pinkie” because of her pink mane, because that will just be downright odd. For the passed months I noticed her looking outside my window every so often, I'm not worried about her being seen by passerby's. Like I said, The entire place is barely inhabitable by other people so that's the least of my worries. Still, though she doesn't say anything to me yet, I can see the hunger for fresh air in her eyes. I can't keep her in here her entire life. Yeah right...I keep talking like she is going to be here forever. That not true. One of these days, some day, she will return home, whether it'll be a simple "ping!" and she's gone, or through some magical spell and Twilight shows up and takes her home to fix everything. In my heart, I hope that never happens. In my head, I know it will. It's just a matter of time. That settles it! Tomorrow I’ll go out with her to the fields for a walk or flight. And make her fly even higher than usual... I hope that tomorrow is a sunny day, or else she wont have the chance to go out from my house for some sunshine.