//------------------------------// // Part X // Story: Cold Rain // by MDNGHTRDHTLN //------------------------------// Hey, it’s me, Twilight Sparkle. This part, I‘m going to transcribe what the girls said from some audio logs that I asked the girls to record. Some parts have been edited to flow better, but it’s more or less the same. With that said, enjoy. ---------- What’s up? Rainbow Dash here. Twilight decided that we should talk about what happened that one night after that intervention thingy, so I guess I’ll make the egghead happy. So, I’ll start off where Twi left off when everyone left my apartment. I had bought a gun a while back. You know, for home defense or some shit like that? By the way, don’t let Twilight fool you with the ‘humanisms’ bullshit. Profanity does exist in Equestria, and we use it. Apparently, Twilight doesn’t. Anyways, I had bought a gun. I was licensed to have one and everything. I took it from its safe in my bedroom, loaded it, turned the safety off, and stuck it in my mouth. The barrel prodded the roof. My finger rested over the trigger. Come on, Rainbow, I thought to myself. Stop being a pussy and do it. You have no friends anymore. Nothing to live for. Just do it. But, for some reason, I just couldn’t. I was crying now. My tears were getting all over the carpet. You fucked up, Dash, I thought. Twilight was right. You’re violent. Hell, you’ve almost killed two people since Twi got here, and that was about a week ago. How many before then? You even bought a gun, and you’re about to blow your brains out with it. You fucked up, bigtime. Yeah, I fucked up. But, hell, I’m Loyalty, and I was gonna make this right if it killed me. I needed to find Twilight. ---------- Howdy. It’s Applejack takin’ over the audio logs for a bit, ‘cause Twi thought it’d be a good idea to talk about it. I imagine that I’m not the only one that’s gonna do this, but I’m digressin’ or whatever Rarity’d probably say. Anyways, it was that night when we’d all gotten angry at each other, I had gone back to the casino with my lucky die in my pocket. Yes, I had lucky die. I had one a five thousand dollar jackpot with those die. Anyways, I wasn’t so lucky that night. For the second time. This time, I was able to make about a thousand bucks off the slot machines, but I lost it all when I went to the blackjack tables. Damn blackjack tables. Anyways, I walked out of the casino, havin’ lost ‘bout another five hundred. There was a pier nearby, so I decided to walk over there to, y’know, clear my mind or somethin’. I sat down on the edge and took out my lucky die. They were red and kinda see-through, y’know, like, translucent or whatever Twi’d say? I was there, lookin’ at ‘em, and I thought, Why am I doin’ this? Gamblin’? I keep…losing money. Was…was Rarity right? Am I…am I addicted? Hell, I’m Honesty, I might as well tell the truth. I am addicted, ain’t I? I guess…I guess I just…am I…in denial? I gotta stop avoiding it…I…I have a problem. And this is the last time I will let this happen, y’hear? I stood up and threw the die into the ocean, and they landed in the water with a satisfyin’ thunk. I knew what I had to do next. I had to find Twilight. ---------- Hiya. It’s me, Pinkie Pie, and I…I’m not feeling too good about any of this, so forgive me if I don’t sound…y’know, upbeat or whatever. So, after the fallout at the apartment, I had gone to a bar for a drink. One turned into two, and two turned into four, and four turned into seven. I was completely sloshed. A few minutes later, I found myself under an overpass. While I was throwing up, I started to cry. Why? Well, maybe it had to do with the fact that I might have just ruined my closest friendships. But hey, no biggie, right? Nothing a little fucking alcohol can’t fix? Yeah, right. Alcohol ruined everything, and, after that night, it wasn’t too hard to figure out that I might have had a problem. The first time I had alcohol in Earth, it was at a party the first week since we had arrived. I had gotten drunk, and there was this one guy, and he was kinda cute, and we…oh, hell, we fucked. He was a bit of a disappointment, but hey. I had fun with alcohol, and I guess…I guess I didn’t want the fun to stop. So I kept drinking and drinking and drinking. And look at where it got me. Crying and throwing up under an overpass. Great work, Pinkie Pie. What a great friend you are. That night, I made a vow. I was gonna find Twilight and make this right. ---------- Hello, it is I, Rarity, here to recount my experience with substance addiction. It was not a pleasant one, let me tell you. Anyways, Twilight wants me to talk about that night when we all hated each other for a bit. What a time that was. After I had stormed off in my rather childish display, I went home. I walked into my bathroom, opened the cabinet, and got out my painkillers. I was about to pop two into my mouth when I realized that Twilight was right. I was addicted. How could I let this happen to me? I only had headaches! I suppose maybe the headaches were psychosomatic? An excuse my mind made to take more? I don’t know. But that night, I did know one thing. I had to fix the problem, no matter the cost! I took my painkillers and emptied them into my toilet, and flushed. ANd promptly washed my hands vigorously. I knew one more thing after I got rid of my painkillers. I had to find Twilight. ---------- Oh. Um…hi…I’m Fluttershy, and I’m going to talk about what happened later that night, I guess… I had gone home to Tim. When I got in, he was waiting for me. He grabbed me by the neck and pushed me against the wall. “Where were you?” “I was out with my friends, but we…had a little fight…” “Oh really? Why didn’t I hear about it, huh? Your friends too good for me to know about?” “Well, I…um, thought it wasn’t very important…” I was really afraid, and I started to cry. “Stop crying, you bitch.” He slapped me, which made it worse. “I SAID STOP FUCKING CRYING!” He slapped me harder. He did it again, and again, and again. I couldn’t feel the right side of my face anymore. I was so scared. “Listen to me. Next time you do anything, I will hear about it. And one more thing. When that one bitch who stabbed me-“ “Nicole?” “You know her fucking name?” “She’s my friend…” “I bet she’s one of the ones you saw tonight, huh?” “Um…yes…” “Fucking great! Anyways, the bitch called you Fluttershy. What the hell does that mean?” “It’s an…um…childhood nickname…” “I WONDER WHY!” He pushed me down to the ground and kicked me in the stomach. It hurt. “Tim, why do you keep hurting me like this? Don’t you love me?” He laughed. “Love you? LOVE YOU?” He laughed again. “When we first met, at that restaurant, I approached you because I thought you’d be an easy target.” “Target? For what?” “For sex, you dumb fuck! And you were! You gave it up pretty easily! You’re a fucking whore, you know that? A FUCKING WHORE! I decided to keep you around for more sex. So, no, I don’t love you. You are my toy, bitch! Okay?” I nodded quickly. “Get up, toy. We’re gonna go play.” He picked me up, carried me into the bedroom, threw me onto the bed, and we…we…*sniff* I’m so sorry for crying, it’s just…*sniff* we had sex. But it didn’t feel very good. I moaned so he thought that I was enjoying it, but…I thought he loved me. And then, I realized something else. I realized I didn’t love him. In fact, I hated him with every fiber of my being. I should’ve let Rainbow Dash finish the job! Oh, my…did I just say that out loud? I’m so sorry! I’m just kind of angry right now… After he was satisfied, we went to bed. While he was sleeping, I figured out that Rainbow Dash and Rarity were right, that I wasn’t safe with Tim. My face and stomach still hurt. So I got up, got dressed, and set out for Twilight. But not before I called the local police and told them about what Tim did to me. The officer on the other end of the line was very nice. His name was Nathan. He told me to stay put and he would be there right away. Tim was woken up by the sirens. He slapped me and asked me what the noise was. When Nathan kicked down the door when Tim didn’t open it, he found Tim standing over me, about to slap me. He arrested Tim. Nathan was actually…kind of…really…cute? I…I made the first move. I asked him if he maybe wanted to get some dinner somewhere the next day, and he said yes. It turns out he’s really sweet, and he loves animals, just like me. But, about a few hours before that dinner, I had found Twilight.