Applejack stops, overcome by a strange sense of unease. The electric sensation of pinpricks on the back of her neck causes her hair to stand on end and her breath hitches in her throat. Eyes welled with terror rotate wildly in an attempt to make sense of this sudden feeling. In those moments of uncertainty, she doesn't even attempt to quantify it, simply knowing as if by instinct that something is not right.
An uneasy silence falls over the world, no background sounds to mask the heavy beating of Applejack's frantic heart, as she turns her head with a deliberate slowness, inching it as though attempting to appear immobile. Seconds that feel like minutes pass until her neck has rotated enough for her to look directly at you through the screen.
Her green eyes are pinpricks and you can't be sure if her glare is of actual anger or simply a response to such a surprise, but regardless it's pointed straight at you. The tension falls away ever so slightly as she finally breathes in, then out, then in again. There's no way to know what she's thinking as she studies you, perhaps she's disgusted, or perhaps intrigued, her face remains in its startled state which only dissolves back into standard with the passing of several moments.
She scrunches up her nose, seemingly deciding what to do, when she finally frowns. "This isn't right. You're not supposed to be here."
She looks away to the ground, then immediately locks you in another intense stare as though the moment of hesitation would have caused you to disappear. "How did you even get here? There should be no way to be here?"
She rubs her face with a hoof, looking distraught, or perhaps masking her relief. "Why am I even asking? If you're here, you're here. I suppose what really matters is what happens next..."
What do you do?
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