//------------------------------// // 1 It's about slime |April 4.2021.| // Story: My lying pages. (Anthology Speed-writing!) // by PacifistDoodl3r //------------------------------// CloudsDale was teaming with life in the sky, over the mountains and looking down on Equestria. Nearby, a magenta pegasus flutters their wings and carries a brown box. Moments later, they calmly hover over to an isolated part of the town; undisturbed by the rest of the denizens. A house made out of cloud and fluffy white material provides cold, dark shade for the mysterious pony. They bound up next to the house almost without making an entire sound. The wind howled and blew their mane to the side, hiding their identity from somepony watching them inside the building. The mail-mare approaches the doorstep and places down the box, waiting a few seconds before, *KNOCK* *KNOCK* A calm and sing-song voice echos behind the door, “A package for.... Lightning Dust?” She waits a minute for someone to answer the door. Wihtout a sign of anypony home, she files away and carries on with her day. Ten minutes have passed, the pony living in the house cautiously opens the door and peeks slowly peeks their lime green head out. She lets out a sigh, and proceeds to step out onto the porch. ‘I don't remember ordering... this- or anything!’ The mare taps the box with a hoof, and then picks it up to read the details, Caution, FRAGILE Please do not shake. It may disturb the contents within the box. “The contents within the box!?” She read aloud, looking around to see if anyone is watching or pulling a prank. She had to awkwardly hug the box due to the interesting weight it had compared to it's relatively small size. She manages to open her door with one free foreleg and closes it behind her. Her house was dimly lit, but natural light shot through each window. Her living room was bright with a puffy ground from the cloud flooring. She had a carpet that stretched across the place, with an intricately black and green design. Medals and trophies aligned her wall and her table had stacks of envelopes and books. The package wouldn't fix there, so she went to the small kitchen corner and placed it in the sink, taking off the nobs to make sure water doesn't accidently spray out. Leaving the box there, the mare goes to the refrigerator to drink an unfinished bottle of apple cider before lazily slouching on her couch. She fell alseep mere minutes later but unbeknownst to her, the box started to jolt. Three hours had passed, the sky began to turn a fiery orange. The mare coughed herself awake, spitting up drool from the nap. She shook her head and got up from the couch, barely ignoring the green Ooze seeping from the package. A seven step flight of stairs lead to her room, it had a shiny railing that goes alongside it. She placed a hoof on the wall for balanced and moved up. Lightning Dust was still drowsy from just waking up. Opening the door, her room had more light and smelled like an assortment of flowers. There was a poster of her and a few other ponies above her bed, with the words, ‘The Washouts’ She stared at it and began to shake her head, trying to dispel any thought about the past. Her bed was a mess. The blanket was halfway on the floor and her pillow was right next to her hind hoof. Just when she was about to plop on the bed and call it a day, a loud thud coming from down stairs made her jump. “Who's there!? I'm not afraid of you! May as well show yourself!” She bolted downstairs lightning quick and the first thing she noticed was the box, moving across the living room floor. ‘What the hay!?’ She nervously thought to herself, grabbing the cider bottle from the floor and throwing it at the box. She missed and glass shattered next to the package. It scurried underneath the couch and started to make a gurgling noise. Lightning Dust lifted up the couch and used her back leg to slide the box towards her direction. It rolled over and a green, slimy ball wobbled with the impact. The creature desperately tried to go back to the box but she dropped the couch and without thinking, picked up the green mass of jelly. “What are you?” She curiously said to the creature but bubbled and began to melt through her hooves. It felt ice cold and tickled her forelegs but she reaffirmed her hold on it. The creature was put on the table, soaking up the mare's papers and whatever was littered on it. She opened the fridge and pulled out a piece of lettuce, hoofing it over to the weird slime ball. It retracted and sunk back to avoid the offered food. “Hey! You have to eat something!” She replied, putting back the lettuce and picking up the creature. It slowly rolled over her shoulder and made a loud noise that sounded like laughing. She looked behind her, It stared at her gold trophies...