Sewing dresses always helped Fluttershy calm down and relax. She wasn’t as good as Rarity by any means, but she was pretty good if she said so herself.
She had always been able to sew despite the fact that no one ever taught her how. Rainbow Dash said that she had a "freaky knowledge of sewing" This should have stuck her as strange, but she didn’t care. It was so relaxing. And she did her best thinking while sowing too.
She thought of everything that had happened the night before. The tall stallion, the freaky doll, messages from The Feared, The Misplaced and The Loved. It didn’t make much sense to Fluttershy, but for some reason they were all calling her to do the same thing.
Go into the Everfree forest.
Fluttershy shook her head. The prospect of doing that was far too terrifying. Besides that’s where the faceless pony was. And all sorts of other bad things. And the way she made it sound.
She was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to pay attention to her sowing.
When she looked down and saw what she had created and immediately threw it against the wall and backed away from it.
She had sown herself a black business suit.
Exactly like the one that the stallion was wearing.
She hadn’t meant to sow it just…happened. Then something even stranger happened. She had the urge to put it on.
She shook off the instinct and decided that she would be taking a break from sewing. She was hungry, so lunch sounded good right about now.
She walked into the kitchen pulled out her favorite breakfast cereal, Honey Oats, mmm
She poured the milk onto the cereal, stuck her spoon in and took a bite
her face contorted as if she had just swallowed a pair of uncooked eggs.
And immediately spit it out. Disgusting!
“That’s weird.” She choked, “Did the expiration end or something?”
She checked the expiration date on both the milk and the cereal. Both of which indicated that they had at least two weeks left before they went bad.
“Huh, well lets try something else.” So she pulled out a bowl of yogurt poured it into the bowl and took a spoon full of it.
She spat that out too. Gross!
She opened her cabinet; she pulled out all her breakfast stuff. But no matter what food she chose it was disgusting. It turned to ash in her mouth.
Her animals didn’t seem to mind it though, they were happily munching on the food Fluttershy was throwing away.
Meanwhile Fluttershy was very confused.
What was going on? Why did all of her food taste like ash? It had tasted fine yesterday, but today it all tastes awful.
There was one food left to try. Lettuce. She was going to use it in Angel Bunnies salad, but this was an emergency.
She opened the fridge and looked into the veggie shelf.
There was no lettuce, but instead a letter. Slightly disappointed she opened the letter.
sorry to bother you little seed, but you’re growing up now; you’re going to have to eat big girl foods. besides eating lettuce is like cannibalism to you. if i were you, i would try new things. have fun.
-thefeared
p.s.
try the meat.
After reading the last line Fluttershy turned blue in the face. She seemed to be having trouble processing this.
“M-m-me eat meat?” Stammered Fluttershy. Her brain seemed die.
Her stomach growled.
She looked over at her chicken coop. Watching the chickens running around pecking at the ground. Not a care in the world.
…
“You know what Angel? I think I’m going to wait on lunch today. Or tomorrow. Or this week.” She let out a nervous laugh as she Walked away from the kitchen.
Her stomach let out a nervous rumble.
So instead of feeding herself Fluttershy decided to feed all her pets. After that she turned her attention to her the suit coat she made.
She didn’t want to wear it. She didn’t even want it in her house. So she decided to destroy it.
Meanwhile, unknown to Fluttershy, a G.U.L.L.’S sniper scope was zooming in on her head through the window.
Suddenly there was a soft tapping sound from Fluttershy’s closet.
She slowly turned to look at it.
Thats when the banging started.
She hid behind her table hiding from whatever was in the closet, which hid her from the sniper sight.
The banging continued for about minute. Fluttershy, stared at the door waiting for it to swing open.
Instead, whoever was inside started to cry.
Fluttershy listened to the pony's tears.
"Sompony please help me." said a soft voice thick with tears
Fluttershy’s fear was overpowered by her kindness. She's much too kind for her own good.
“Hello?” She croaked. “Are you ok?”
The sobbing stopped. “No I’m not.” The voice sounded familiar but Fluttershy couldn’t place it.
“…I-I don’t know,” she shuddered, “I can’t remember, I can’t remember how I got in here, I can’t remember anything! Please get me out of here.” The voice started to cry again.
Fluttershy recognized the voice now, but…It couldn’t be.
“Can you tell me what you look like?”
“No.”
“In the closet there is a mirror.” Said Fluttershy. “Tell me what color is you’re hair?”
“Pink.” She said “Why?”
A shiver ran down Fluttershy’s back
“I might know you.” Whispered Fluttershy. “What color is your coat?”
“I…I think it’s yellow.” Said the voice.
Sweat poured down Fluttershy’s brow.
“Yellow huh?” This was impossible. There was no way this was real.
“Are the questions done yet? Can you let me out?”
“One more question then I’ll know for sure. What does your face look like?”
The voice was quite for a second.
“I…don’t...think I have a face. Are ponies supposed to have faces? Oh god what am I? Get me out of here! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! OH GOD HE’S HERE! OH GOD OPEN THE DOOR!”
The banging started again more frantic then ever.
“Don’t worry I’m coming!” Said Fluttershy. She threw her suit over her shoulder and rushed to unlock the closet door.
She threw it open.
And nopony was there.
Meanwhile the sniper had relocked onto her. He aimed strait for her heart. He was top shot at the academy he almost never missed.
He pulled the trigger of the rifle and sent and one of his fifty caliber explosive round through Fluttershy’s window and directly towards Fluttershy’s heart. Glass flew everywhere.
She had no time to get out of the way.
***
Fog swirled around sugar cube corner. It was so think that it was almost like smoke. Two figures stood out in it. One on two feet the
“Do you feel that?”
“…Yeah…”
“Did somepony break a Pinkie Promise?”
“Yes...you know what you have too do right?”
“Yes.”
The figure walked slowly away into the fog, It dragged a large rusty knife that scraped the pavement of Ponyville creating a sound lake that of steel sliding against steel. A air raid siren blasted, a warning for those waiting to be punished….