//------------------------------// // What are these things!? // Story: Ask Crimson Fang // by Slendermare //------------------------------// Crim had her head buried in her hooves, having no idea what she needs to do. Groaning, she looked to the ceiling and yelled, "Why is life so complicated!?" All of a sudden, a box appeared in front of her. "What the buck!?" "Crim! Watch your language!" Cringing slightly at her sister's outburst, Crim read the box. How old are you? Crim gave the text box an uneasy look, but answered nonetheless. "I'm ten, but what's it to you?" Another text box appeared, and Crim groaned. Art thou okay? "Umm, not really." How are you liking Ponyville? Crim cocked her head and replied, "I just got here today, but it does seem nice." Does thou need help? "I don't really think you used that right, but few speak like that much anymore besides a few. But if your talking about Button, then maybe..." By the time Crim finishes answering the question, she blushing furiously. But she's saved from answering any more questions by her sister. "Crim, lunch is ready, hurry up!" Smiling with relief, Crim rushes down the steps and into the kitchen. After she jumps into a chair, her sister asks, "So, what'd you do in town today?" "I played an arcade machine with this colt. Oh! And I found a bit." Crim's sister chuckled as she set a sandwich in front of her, and then herself. Prodding it with a hoof, Crim asked, "What kind of sandwich?" "Peanut butter and jelly." Crim keeps prodding it, and her sister groans. "It's strawberry jelly and smooth peanut butter." Smiling, Crim starts to eat. But only a few minutes in, another text box appears. Crim this is your subconscious speaking.....do you liek Mudkips? Arsonya's eyes widened as Crim asked, "Whats a mudkip?" With what could only be described as a growl, she punched it put of existence and said, "If it's what I think it means, then it's not appropriate." They continued eating until Arsonya said, "Wait, what WAS that?" Crim shrugged and said, "I dunno, but until you saw it I thought I was going crazy." "Should we take care of it?" Crim waved a dismissive hoof. "Nah. Besides, I don't think there's much we COULD do." For awhile the two ate in silence, until Arosnya interrupted it. "So, you said you met a colt?" Crim took a sip of her juice and nodded. Aronsya smirked and asked, "You like him, don't you?" Crim blushed heavily and told her, "Yes. no. Maybe. Sh-shove off..." Arsonya laughed and a text box appeared. So Crim, with my small amount of experience in the matter, are you sure you feel love? Or do you have a crush? You barely know dear Button Masher and you already think you're in love. Oh, and before you ask how we know, we're omniscient, so we can read your thoughts. Well, some of them. BUT NOT IN THE CREEPY WAY! Arsonya grinned. "You DO like him! And from the looks of it, his name's Button. Care to tell me about him?" Blushing even more, she said, "H-he's nice... And likes video games... And he has this cool hat." Arsonya laughed. "You SO have a thing for him, huh? When'll you see him next?" "After school tomorrow at the same arcade machine." Crim was bouncing excitedly in her seat. After she finished her sandwich, she ran to the fridge, grabbed a juice box and ran to her room. As she was ready to stick the straw in the juice box, she saw a label. Are you a winner? Excitedly, she tore off the label. Sorry, better luck next time! Angrily, she opened a window and threw it out. She slammed it shut and turned around... Just to walk into a text box. hay Crim? do you know any other bat ponies, aka Thestrals, and if so do you think of becoming a night guard? good pay, good food and the chance to scare the living daylights out of the pigeons known as the day guards. I swear we are the only competent soldiers in the castle... A night guard? Hmm... I'm not sure, never really crossed my mind, considering I have no idea what my talent is... That text box was soon replaced with another. And I don't know any others, besides my dad who... Is gone... To Crim: Wow, there seems to be a lot of bat-pony racism in Equestria. Just because they look a little different doesn't mean bat-ponies are bad. So where do your kind normally roam to get away from most of that? Also are your kind normally nocturnal, or do you like daytime just as much? "It really is ridiculous. I mean, your right! We don't do anything bad. As to where we go, Princess Luna had a refugee town near the capitol before some jerks came tearing through a few years back... Now, she's trying to reintegrate us back into society, although most travel a lot like me to try and escape it. And my sister was even dragged into this! I mean, she looks like me, but she's pegasus! Why do they drive her out!? Sometimes, I'm not sure why she bothers with me... As for the nocturnal thing, I guess it depends on your job." Crimson, how did you get your name? She blinked as it appeared. "Umm, Well my eyes and mane ARE Crimson colored, so... Plus I think there was a blood moon thing going on the night I was born, so..." Crim went to her bookshelf and looked through its contents, groaning when she came up short. Going to her saddle bags, she looked through them to make sure everything was ready for school. Smiling, she pulled out a rule book. She skipped through it before coming to an excerpt for the dress code. Her pupils shrank when she saw some of the things listed. No Sunglasses No Cloaks or Jackets She started to nervously pace the room, her mind going into overdrive as it came up with every possible scenario. She was so wrapped up in thought that she ended up running into a text box. Rubbing her muzzle, she read it. Do u like waffles' "Who doesn't?" Crim was happy for the distraction, as most worry slipped away. So, Crim, my daughter Nightshade is going to be going to the same school as you, could you take care of her for me? I know I can trust you to be a good friend. From-Shatterwing. Cocking her head, she said, "Ok, sure. I'll keep an eye out for her." Do u know slender? "Who?" Crim shook her head. People were coming up with some pretty weird stuff. Dear Crim do you know that one chaos is a part of everything and two *whispers* I'm inside your head *stops whispering* ~sincerely Sheogorath Daedric prince of madness and chaos~ P.S. when is a raven a writing desk Well, a little bit of chaos is enjoyable. And two, I'm not too sure about that. And third, both bring madness. So...Crim... I hear rumor that Button likes you... I also may have heard that a certain filly (cough) Sweety Belle (cough) is getting a little jealous that you got his attention when she didn't. So, would you be, uh, worried? - about competition - I also may have heard, that a certain dragon (cough) Spike (cough) possibly likes you too... What about him? You might be, uh, interested? C-competition!? No, I-I can't compete, I h-hate pressure... Oh Celestia I'm screwed, I'm SO screwed... I'm a batpony! Who in there right, sane mind dates a batpony!? Besides my parents of course, but they always challenged status quo! ALWAYS! I hate attention... And Dragons are here? Cool!" To Crimson Fang: Studies show that having "voices" in your head may be a symptom of schizophrenia, and judging from what these voices are saying I wouldn't rule that out as an option. Also, schizophrenia causes delusions, which may be the stallion with the game box. And it may effect your mood and overall ability to live. Just saying, don't trust that what your seeing is real. And you should probably seek some psychological help as well. I know I am just a voice in your head, but I am the only one making any damn sense in here. "N-no, because A-Arsy sees them too..." Crim then fainted from stress.