Both ponies (well, a pony and a...thing known only as a changeling) were happily (well, one was happy) sitting upstairs in the bedroom of the said pony's house, kindly holding up a cup of tea for the changeling to slurp up.
The changeling couldn't help but notice the pony had a rather large, and kind of unsettling, grin adorn on her face as he drank his drink. To him, it was the most stupid, yet offsetting, thing he had seen her do. He wasn't sure if she was trying to freak him out on purpose or she had suddenly caught a new disease right then or there. Or something.
"What?" Inquired the mare as she suddenly noticed the changeling was staring at her with his one eye. "Is there something on my face?" Fruit Heart asked him as she put down the cup and started to inspect her face with her hooves, feeling around her own face in an rather awkward way. Rather than reply to her, as the now unofficial norm for him to do, he looked down to the tea and went back to drinking it.
"I guess not." She pouted in a confused tone. Not a moment later, the changeling looked up from his drink and went back to staring at her.
"What?" She asked again as she stared back at the black creature. After a few moments of an inept silence she finally caught on to what he was looking at. "Oh yeah, nearly forget." Said Fruit Heart out-loud as she turned her head away from the other animal in the room and onto the plate resting on the bed-side table. Walking shortly to get it, she came back and placed the plate down on the floor in front of him, sliding the cup of tea out of the way as she did so.
"Here." The mare started. "I'm not much of a cook, but I sure can make a mean sandwich when I want to" she chuckled, holding out one half of the dandelion and tulip sandwich towards him. "Try it." Fruit Heart urged to the still-unnamed creature. "It's nice."
Cautiously, the changeling slowly reached out and sniffed the sandwich, inspecting it with his nose before he inspected it with his tongue as he followed by licking around the edge of the bread. "You're supposed to eat it." Stated the bewildered mare, holding up the sandwich-half to her own mouth. "See." She instructed as she fake-motioned herself taking as bite out of the sandwich before holding back out for him to do so.
Taking the hint, the changeling took a large bite out of the sandwich and chewed it thoroughly. "I told you it was nice." Fruit Heart chirped to him as he gulped it down, not taking a second longer to munch on another bite of the sandwich. The changeling continued his motion of eating his sandwich, and Fruit Heart continued her motion of holding said food in her hooves as he ate.
That, however, only continued for a moment, and was suddenly stopped when Fruit Heart unexpectedly felt something wrap around her hooves, an action that consequently made her shriek audibly and recall her hooves back in surprise, and as such caused her to drop the sandwich on the floor, and have an also surprised changeling staring back at her in shock.
After a few seconds of a pregnant silence, the changeling picked up the sandwich and went straight to munching on it, as Fruit Heart looked back at him with a sheepish smile.
"Sorry." She said to him nervously. Surprisingly, after she apologized to him, she noticed he was all ready finished. "Well that was quick." She observed in an unbelievable tone, before an idea struck her. "I got an idea!" The mare announced excitedly. "Why don't I show you around my home!" And before the changeling could object, he was pulled off by the pony and shown around her home.
Fruit Heart home was a relatively small house, to say the least. It didn't really take her long to show him around. There wasn't really much to see; just a bedroom, bathroom and an extra, unused room upstairs and a living room/ kitchen downstairs. Oh, and a closet too.
"And that's about it." Finished Fruit Heart after she showed the changeling the interior of her home, something that only took her less than a minute to do. "There's not really much to see." Commented Fruit Heart. "I don't have that much stuff, you see." As the earth pony turned her head round to see the other creature, she noticed he was not there, but instead looking at her bookcase by the wall.
"Any books that take your fancy?" She half-laughed to him when she noticed he did indeed take out a book. "What book is that?" She asked to him as she made her way across to him. Peering down, she examined the title of the book; which read Flour Power, a title she recognized as a cook book about making all sorts of food using flour as an important ingredient.
"Don't tell me you're still hungry?" She remarked dumbfounded, but got only a emotionless glare of a single eye in return. "Don't look at me like that. If you're still hungry I could make you some more food. You just have to ask."
Sadly she forgot that he doesn't ask, and instead he dropped the book down uncaringly on the floor and walked away from her. "And pick this book when you're finished." Fruit Heart muffed. As one would expect of the changeling, he didn't answer, which annoyed Fruit Heart even more.
"Hey!" She yelled out in frustration, her patience ever-wearing thin. "If you're going to stay here, at least have the common decency to clean up after yourself. Don't ignore me."
But so he did. All the changeling did in return was stop walking and stood in place, but did not turn around to look at her.
"Look at me." She said sternly. And so he did, as he turned his head round and stared at her with his eye, looking at her with his usual blank expression.
"See this book?" Fruit Heart started with an expression that matched the changeling's own, pointed at the book left on the floor with her hoof.
"This does not belong, it belongs on the shelf, with the rest of the books." She said in an off calm, low almost eerie tone, the same tone one would hear from a disturbed pony who's living in a mental asylum.
"Now please, pick this up and place it back on the shelf, where it should be, you used it last, which means you have to place it back in it's designated spot. NOW!" She yelled at the last part.
But he did nothing. Well, not nothing, he did turn his round and face the other way. But that was it.
Wrong move. As they say: Tartarus hath no fury like a mare scorned.
Or just really pissed off, in this case.
Without a single thought of what could (and probably will) go wrong, Fruit Heart grabbed the book and launched the book straight at the back of the changeling's head, hitting it dead-on as he collided with the floor after the book collided with his head!
Wrong move. For Fruit Heart, this time. Not the changeling's. He already made a wrong move.
Although, he is about to make another.
Slowly rising up from the floor, the changeling looked down to the floor of the where the book stopped, and then back to Fruit Heart, giving off a glare that could kill and an aura of pure hatred!
Going into the mind of the mare herself: Oh.....buck, why did I do that?
With anger set in his eye, the changeling grabbed the book and threw straight back to the mare, not caring about anything other than this. Luckily, Fruit Heart ducked down at the last second, narrowly missing the flying object as it sailed passed her head and stuck the bookcase with a strong force.
Looking up cautiously form between her hooves, Fruit Heart looked at the changeling across from her, hoping that was the only thing he was going to do. As she looked at him she noticed that he was not staring at her, but in fact, staring behind her. And as she looked back, she again, felt fear fall upon her:
As the bookcase itself was about to fall on her!
But she couldn't move. She wanted to, but her own hooves betrayed her, as she couldn't budge an inch though panic and sheer dread. She couldn't move could. All she could do is scream.
And so she did.
She screamed. Her body couldn't move. All she could do was clench her eye's shut and wait for her demise....
*CRASH*
She waited. Just as before, she waited. She was sure she was dead.
She was probably over-estimating the fact that a bookcase couldn't really kill her. Probably. But at that moment in time, her common sense flew out of the window.
Still trembling from fear, Fruit Heart dared to look up, hoping she had somehow survived that crash (again, her common sense is missing for some reason), but instead of that, she was met with the body of a black, hard-skinned creature on top of her.
The black hard-skinned creature on top of her.
She looked at him.
And he looked back at her with his normal emotionless expression.
And then she looked back past him and towards the bookcase, which lay smack-down flat on the floor, books scattered everywhere.
And at this point, she felt heat rising from her cheeks as she stared at her, somewhat ironic, savoir, who now stood from on top of the mare.
"Th-thank you." The mare said in awe at him, who did not show any sense of responding. "You saved me. Why?" Fruit Heart asked him, not noticing her breathing was deep and slower than normal. The changeling did not acknowledge her question, but instead moved off of the pony and walked away; with Fruit Heart just gazing at him in shock and admiration until he disappeared out of sight.
Because he was now walking back upstairs, presumably back into the bedroom where he slept.
As soon as Fruit Heart was sure she was alone, she felt her whole body slumped down on the floor.
"He saved me." She muttered to herself. "He saved me from getting hurt. Was I too hard on him?" She asked herself as held her hooves up onto her cheeks and clasped them.
"And why has it got warmer all of a sudden? My face is burning."
Back upstairs, in the room
The changeling was furiously and mercilessly munching down on the other half of the sandwich, like a predator to it's prey, his face a mix of anger and confusion.
Why did I save her? He thought as he continued his relentless onslaught to the dandelion and tulip sandwich. That harlot hath dared to throw that book at me. Like a care about her assets, it's not my dilemma about where it belongs. She still holds me, and then she doth dare to expect me to act like a guest in her place! He thought madly as he threw his half eaten sandwich across the room, hearing it slump as it hit the wall.
But then why, the changeling thought as he looked back at the sandwich, why did she go for so much trouble as to feed? The changeling picked up the piece of food and inspect it, opening it up to peer into it's insides And why, just why, did I risk myself to save her? This is...infuriating.
And this remark, he didn't even notice that he was back to eating the sandwich.
And why doth I feel so...content right now.