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// Wallflower Blush Strings Herself Up 
// Story: Accidentally In Yeet 
// by Gay For Gadot 
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Sunset Shimmer had never engaged in any mental health treatment, on this side of the portal or the other. Back in Equestria, Celestia had urged her to see a counselor, particularly after a certain incident involving an annoying Royal Guard and a "forbidden" fire spell, but Sunset had just laughed her off. Why waste her time talking nonsense with some quack? she had thought back then.

Now, as she looked over Wallflower's discharge paperwork, she had the sneaking suspicion that her prior attitude might have been the correct one.

Diagnosis — none. Aftercare appointments — none needed. Comments/recommendations — Psychiatric care was not needed, patient enjoyed chocolate pudding and art therapy.

As she read over the discharge nurse's brief, unbelievable comments, Sunset barely heard the passenger door to the station wagon open. A pair of arms wrapped her up in a tight hug. "Hi, Sunset!"

"Hi, Wally." Biting her lip, Sunset looked up from the worrying paper to return the gesture. "How are you feeling?"

"Good!" Wallflower laughed. "It's been a weird twenty-four hours—er, twenty-six hours—you were a little late, but no worries!—but not that bad! I got a bunch of chocolate pudding, and made a bowl in art class, annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd…" She pulled a pair of pink socks with ridges on the bottom from her purse. "I even got these cool grippy socks!"

"Yaaaaaaay," Sunset choked out, trying her best to smile.

"Can we get ice cream on the way home? I'm starving!"

Sunset held back a sigh. "Of course, Wally. Whatever you want."

"Yay!"

Driving on autopilot, Sunset let her mind wander as they made their way to their favorite ice cream place. She allowed herself to steal a glance over at Wallflower under the guise of checking the passenger-side mirror. Each time, nothing but smiles and excitement were reflected back at her.

Maybe they're right. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe everything… even the "AirPods™ incident"... was just a coincidence. Maybe Wallflower really is fine.

Maybe I'm doing her a disservice by being so paranoid.

"What flavor are you gonna get, Sunny?"

As she looked over at the most radiant, innocent smile she'd ever seen, Sunset finally let herself relax. Just for a moment. "Chocolate chip."





"Sunset, I can carry my own cone!"

"Not with those weak nerd arms, babe," Sunset joked. She carried both of their triple-scoop chocolate chip cones back to the car. The most sincere smile she had felt in weeks crossed her face at the sight of Wallflower's attempt at a pout. The fact that it was replaced with a grin mere seconds later made it even more adorable.

Once they made it into the car, Sunset relinquished Wallflower's cone. The two enjoyed their ice cream as the sun set. It was a picturesque moment. One that Sunset would never forget.

… For it was that moment that would lead to the next… incident.





Several weeks had passed since Sunset had shared a blissful ice cream cone with Wallflower. In that time, no "incidents" had occurred. There had been dinner dates, trips to the movies, even a drive by the lake where the "skipping rock incident" had taken place… all without any signs of Wallflower's previous behavior resurfacing. It was enough to make Sunset think that maybe—just maybe—her girlfriend was not, in fact, suicidially depressed.

Which, for Wallflower Blush, was saying a lot.

As summer neared towards fall, the pair's college plans began to materialize further. While Sunset was fine commuting to campus from her studio apartment, Wallflower was ready to put down her own roots outside of her family home. To Sunset's surprise, Wallflower's encouraging and supportive parents were encouraging and supportive of her decision to move out. Luckily, she managed to secure an off-campus apartment that was not only affordable… but didn't have a roommate.

…Which is what brought Sunset there today, riding her brand new motorcycle, wearing her best leather jacket, and carrying a bouquet of sunflowers. A housewarming gift… and a precedent to what she was sure would be a very lovely evening.

In short succession, Sunset parked her bike, walked up the stairs, and knocked on the door to Wallflower's apartment. While she waited for an answer, she gave herself a quick once-over, feeling nervous flutters that, for once, had nothing to do with fearing for her girlfriend's life and safety.

When the wait for that answer proved long, Sunset steadied herself with a deep breath. No, I'm not going to freak out this time. Wally might just be in the shower, or busy in the kitchen, or have her AirPods™ in. I'm not going to break down the door. I'm just going to wait.

Sunset knocked again.

And again.

And… again.

By the fifth knock, Sunset was starting to go back on the whole "not freaking out" thing. 

Just as Sunset picked up a brick, she remembered she had a spare key. "Okay, breathe, Sunset, breeeeeeeeeeathe," she muttered, nearly stabbing her hand when she finally jammed the right key into the lock. "Breathe, breathe, breeeeeeeeeathe…"

Sunset opened the door.

"Wally? Wally, it's me." Setting the sunflowers on a table beside the door, Sunset tentatively looked around the small apartment. 

Other than her shoes left by the door, there was no sign of Wallflower in the living room. Nor the kitchen. Nor the tiny laundry room.

With each passing second, the voice inside Sunset's head that demanded she panic grew louder and louder. The couple always kept each other up-to-date on their daily routine; Sunset knew Wallflower was planning on being home all day. The fact that she had neither seen nor heard her by now was beyond worrying.

Mumbling "Br… eathe…" much louder than necessary to herself, Sunset made her way to the bathroom. Visions of a bathtub and a toaster danced in her mind— but didn't come to pass. Nor were there any razor blades, pill bottles, or bleach jugs awaiting her. 

That just left Wallflower's bedroom.

Between admonishments to herself, Sunset called out to Wallflower once more. When she received silence in reply, Sunset crept towards the bedroom and its half-closed door.

As she pushed it open, Sunset asked in a desperate tone, "Wally? Are you there? Please say something…!"

Sunset's eyes widened in absolute horror.

"WALLY, NO!"

There, in the closet, a hangman's knot wrapped around her neck, her face frozen in permanent terror, was Wallflower Blush.

But the horror didn't end there.

The hanging corpse in her girlfriend's bedroom closet opened its mouth and shouted, "But Sunset! I'm doing this for you!"

Whatever hope and happiness Sunset held in her heart withered and died at those words. The sunflowers, left forgotten on the table beside the door, would soon follow.

Sunset buried her face in her hands and sobbed. She collapsed on the carpet. Everything had been for naught. All those sleepless nights. The restless days. The psychiatric ward. The dates, the flowers, the ice cream. Just when the sun had begun to peak over the horizon, darkness had fallen. 

And it was Sunset's fault. Even Wallflower's ghost reminded her of that.

"Why are you crying? I thought this is what you wanted!"

Sunset wailed.

"Um… A little help here? Please?"

Sunset hiccupped, then looked up. She could barely believe it.

Wallflower was still alive.

Sunset jumped to her feet. "W-Wally! Wally, please, I'm begging you—"

"I think I set up the exercise machine wrong," Wallflower said with both a groan and a giggle. She gave an awkward wave with her one free hand. The other was wrapped up in the cruel contraption she had utilized for her apparent demise.

With trembling hands, Sunset rushed over and attempted to unravel the noose of cable her girlfriend had strung herself up in. What must have taken seconds felt like hours. Sunset kept checking Wallflower's complexion and eyes, certain that they would turn ghostly white if she so much dare blink.

"Almost—there—" Wallflower groaned, struggling to free herself. Then, she landed on the closet floor with a dull thud.

Sunset wept.

"Aw, c'mon, Sunset, I wasn't that bad," Wallflower teased. When Sunset yanked her into a fierce bear hug, she coughed and added, "I-I guess my arms are gonna stay nerdy and weak, huh?"

Sunset sniffled. "Buh?"

Wallflower gave Sunset's hand a squeeze. "I know it was just a joke, but I thought I would work out for you. Although… I guess that didn't—" she wiggled her eyebrows—"work out."

Too distraught to laugh, Sunset just bawled in response.

"Hey, hey! Sunny…" Wallflower returned the tight hug. "If it bothers you that much, I'll return the Bowflex™ tomorrow, okay? You can be my big strong girlfriend and carry all the ice cream cones you want!"

Wallflower then fell silent, letting Sunset catch her breath.

Finally, Sunset, tears still streaming down her face, looked up into Wallflower's patient eyes. "W-Wally?"

"Yeah, Sunset?"

"Can… c-can you come live with me?"

Wallflower gasped. "Al-already? Are you sure?"

Sunset nodded. Anything to keep you safe.

Her eyes shining with happy tears, Wallflower brought both hands to her cheeks and nodded rapidly. "Ohhhh my gosh, Sunny! Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!" She hugged Sunset close and nuzzled her neck. "You're so romaaaaaaantic…"

"S-something like that."