"Okay Angel, go check the house for me."
Angel rolled his eyes. Not this again! He thought. Every single day, he would go to each and every room. Make sure there were no intruders. Then came the part he hated the most. He checked every window, all 15 of them. Made sure they were locked. Made sure the blinds covered them. Then the doors. The three doors leading to the outside. All of them had to be locked.
Angel hopped to Fluttershy's bedroom to let her know the house was secure. He gave a small nod and Fluttershy slowly walked downstairs. She let out a relaxed sigh and picked up the newspaper. "Angel, look at this!",
Search For Elements of Harmony Suspended, Researchers at a Dead End
Millions of bits spent on search for the Elements have gone to waste as researchers at Canterlot University state that they have no possible lead at this point. "The only way we could possibly find any evidence that they even exist would take a miracle!" Dr. Sprints of Canterlot Center for History and Artifacts states.
"Hm, well that's a shame." Suddenly Angel stomped his feet in annoyance. "Goodness Angel, it's not the end of the world! What's gotten into you?" The tiny bunny just stuck his tongue out at the pegasus, that would show her for being so naive. Just then, there was a knock at the door. And Mt. Fluttershy erupted.
"Angel?! Angel did you lock the doors? Tell me you locked the doors Angel Bunny!"
Fluttershy started taking heaving breathes. The walls were closing in. Fluttershy hoped and prayed that whoever or whatever was knocking would go away. That they would just leave. But they knocked again, three times. It wasn't a monster or any intruder of any kind. It was just the mail pony, well the regular mail pony was sick, so this one didn't know any better. He had no idea to just leave the package on the doorstep, Fluttershy needed to sign it.
"Hello? Anybody home? I've got a package here that needs your signature!"
"J-just go away! Please. Please just l-leave it on the porch!"
"But-"
"Leave or I swear to Celestia, I will call the police!"
"Mam, it's just a package! Says here it's from a, "Mrs. Potion Perfection".
Fluttershy gasped. Potion Perfection was an old friend of hers. Her only old friend, as a matter of fact. She used to be her therapist, but Fluttershy stopped visiting after she was too afraid to even step foot outside her house. Why would she send her a gift now?
"Well, if you really don't want to come out, I'll leave it here."
With that, the mail pony left to finish his job. Fluttershy breathed a sigh of relief. She slowly approached the door, hooves shaking, and turned the handle.The sunlight made Fluttershy's eyes throb, but she didn't give them time to adjust as she quickly grabbed the present and dashed quickly back into her home. Her heart was still racing, she would never get used to opening that door. Angel grabbed the scissors and started cutting open the top of the box.
"What do you think it is Angel? I can't imagine what she could possibly want to send me."
Angel just shrugged. He wasn't the talkative type.
Fluttershy peered into the box. It was still covered in bubble wrap and packing peanuts, but she could see a glint of something, jewelry, maybe? All of a sudden, Fluttershy felt a gust of wind on her back, she turned around. The door had been left open! Leaves, and dirt, and dust, and all things dangerous to poor Fluttershy invaded her home. This was crossing the line. Fluttershy's heart couldn't take it.
She blacked out.
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"How is she doctor?"
"Oh she'll be okay. This isn't the first time she's done this you know."
Fluttershy's eyes flickered open, and she immediately felt a sharp pain in her forehead.
"What happened?" Fluttershy whispered, her throat dry.
"Well Fluttershy, it looks like you had another panic attack. But you're safe now."
"Where's Angel Bunny?"
"You're rabbit? Well funny story, he actually called an ambulance, and of course we couldn't understand him, but it sounded like something was wrong, so the paramedics arrived and you were passed out on the kitchen floor. He's in the visitors center."
"Oh, why does my head hurt so much?"
"You banged your head on the counter as you fell probably. Don't worry, we stitched it up, but it'll leave a nasty bump."
Fluttershy didn't ask anymore questions. She knew the routine. They would call a psychiatrist, talk about what was wrong with her, suggest some kind of therapy or medication, and all would be well until a month later, when the prescription medication needed a refill and she couldn't leave her house.
But suddenly Fluttershy remembered something.
"Wait, what about my package, I-I was opening it, and I never got to-"
"Don't worry about that, your house stays locked up until you return, you can open it then." The doctor said.
Fluttershy felt mildly better, but she was still anxious about the package. What was it? Oh well, she would find out as soon as she got home, but for now, she would rest.