Orange Blossom opened her eyes. Her lover’s chest rose and fell. The rhythmic breathing was just another thing that made everything feel so real.
“Thank you, Celestia.” She whispered.
“Your welcome, My little pony.” Floated back in the goddess’s perfect voice.
It’s good to be a pony.
The image in the mirror was a painting of a perfect moment. A smile spread across her muzzle. We make a cute couple. She thought as she tenderly nuzzled her special somepony.
She sighed contently.
Orange Blossom let her eyes glance over the scroll. When she had asked for a way to let those left in the old world know she was alright, she was not expecting something so classical.
With a hoof, she poked it with a swirl of coloured light glowing magical text manifested on the ancient parchment.
FACE-SCROLL
4 days ago (T): If you’re going to have anything to do with that murder machine we not going to have anything to do with you.
9:17 am (T): Hey, not heard from you for a day are you ok?
9:47 am (T): Look dude, the other day was a dick move but at least call me back, k?
10:01 am (T): Come on just answer me, please.
Her ears twitched and pivoted. A moment later the distinct clip of Hooves on stone reached her brain. The harsh tones of stone changed to the softer ones of wood. The squeak of hinges that needed oiling flattened her ears to her head. Deffently fixing that.
“Honey, I’m home.” Called out from downstairs.
“Up here…” Oh, why not. A smile goofy erupted onto her muzzle. “My Love.”
The floorboards shifted and groaned. Her ears followed, rotating to track the motion.
“You hungry?” Called up from downstairs.
“I could eat.”
“Food will be half an hour.”
“Thanks.”
Blossom placed her hoof on the scroll where she touched the text. A slight tingle like a static charge almost forced a shiver from her. “That’s odd.” She lifted her hoof and glanced between it and the text. “Now, how do I reply?”
A pop and a quill appeared slowly rotating in the air. She sniggered. Just like an in-game pickup.
She taped it, and suddenly she held a quill in her hoof. Carefully she guided it towards the scroll. It had taken a few minutes to write that one sentence, but it was done. The letters were large and awkward, but at least they were legible despite how they looked. A small swell of pride stirred within her. I can still write. She smiled.
10:40 am (D): I’m in a better place now, hopefully, you will accept the truth and join us before it’s too late.
In the mirror, her reflection brandished the quill. She met her reflections gaze. She posed a little letting her eyes rove over her new self. Not quite the pony I thought I would be. She shifted, letting some of her mane veil one eye. “Hmm, I don’t think I can pull off the Fluttershy look.”
A flash drew her attention fully back to the scroll as more words scribed themselves.
10:40 am (T): You in a better place?
10:40 am (T): No you didn’t?
10:41 am (T): You bastard, you killed yourself.
“Dead?” Blossom snorted. She breathed in. The scent of spring flowers and cooking salmon made her stomach rumble in happy anticipation.
11:01 am (D): That’s strange I never felt so alive before.
11:01 am (T): No, why did you have to be so stupid.
11:01 am (T): You ******* Bastard!
11:02 am (T): Why am I even talking to you, you ******* Bitch of a machine you took my friend away, you somehow talked him into killing himself. I’m going to find you and tear your circuit boards out with my bare hands you abomination against God. If anyone deserves to burn in hell it’s you, you soulless machine and all those who helped spawn you.
The muscles in her face twitch, the top of her muzzle wrinkled as her expression morphed into a snarl. The quill ripped across the paper, and despite the taring sounds moments later, her reply glowed from the parchment. Jagged illegible characters shifted to the printed text, letting her see what she had written in her rage.
(D): Enjoy your short mortal life, have fun until oblivion takes you.
The scroll seemed to shimmer. Why did I write that? The true weight of the words started to settle. With another flash of light, more words manifested.
CONTACT HAS BLOCKED YOU.
It was only a moment before the first drop of liquid darkened the scroll. It was quickly followed by more. I’m crying? Years of friendship, countless shared experiences flashed through her mind. All the times they shared. They had had fun, had laughed, they had defeated many real and fictional challenges together.
Her breath hitched, catching in her chest. The mental images curled and blackened. Ashes of treasured moments fell like grim snow. She could almost smell the burning.
Rivers of tears followed down her muzzle, their weight dragging her gaze to the floorboards. Suddenly a warmth pressed into her side. Without thinking about it she lent into it. “Why does it have to be like this?” She sobbed.
NAME: Orange Blossom
TRIBE: Earth Pony
SEX: Female
MIND TYPE: Uploaded (Standard, Mod #11a6ef Applied)
PROGRESS LOG: Day 02
PONIES ENCOUNTERED: 2 (1 new)
FRIENDS: 8 (0 new)
LOCATIONS DISCOVERED: 1 (0 new)
BADGES GRANTED
Scribe +10 bits
Pet Name +100 bits
BADGE PROGRESS:
Penpal
“Write a hundred letters to friends.”
1/100
Let it out.
"Cry heartfelt tears."
1/100
Long Term Relationship
“Have sex with a single pony one thousand times.”
2/1,000
Cheif
“Cook one thousand meals.”
1/1000