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// Fear 
// Story: Clover 
// by That One Guy 
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Rain.
So cold. So wet.
So alive.

Why did I run? Why did I flee?
I didn't have anything to run from, right?
Except him.
And him. And him. And him. And him.
And her.

It's raining harder. I’m slipping. Falling.
Lying. Lying?
Was I lying? Was it all a lie? Is it all a lie?
Will it all be a lie?
No. I'm up. Running.

Pain. Just my side aching.
No reason to stop.
I had to get away.

Away from them.
Away from the monsters.
The monsters like me.
But where could I go?
The rest were monsters too, only differently shaped.
The monsters like them.
Running again. Can't stop to think.

It hurts. I hurt. Every molecule, every fiber, hurts. Hurts so much.
I'm going to do it.
I have to.
No.
I can't.
But I can't!
I can't

Die...




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Thump. Thump.

Rarity flipped up in bed, hooves flailing amidst a ladylike shriek for but a moment until her composure came back. The snow-hued unicorn sat in bed for a moment, wondering what in the world could be making such an awful racket.

"Perhaps it's just the storm," Said the fashionista to nopony in particular, observing the heavy downpour through a pink-lined window. "Although I must admit, I could've sworn tha-"

Thump. Thump.

Rarity blinked once, and looked at her ornate clock.

Three in the morning? Why would anypony be at my door at three in the morning?

Thump thump.

After a brief moment of consideration, the unicorn slumped back into bed and readjusted the covers. "Whoever it is, they can wait until morning, surely."

And with that, Rarity gave a minuscule smile, closed her eyes, and began to drift off to a calm, tranquil slee-

"RARITY!"

Said pony pulled her pillow over her ears and pretended that Sweetie hadn't just tried to rouse her during the vital hours required for beauty sleep.

"RARITYY!"

Grumbling under her breath, Rarity slid out of bed and began to stagger downstairs. Her sister would pay for this. Somehow.


After what seemed like an eternity, the unicorn reached the bottom of the stairs and shouted as loud as she deemed unreasonable.

"SWEETIE BELLE YOU'D BEST HAVE A REALLY GOOD REASON TO GET ME UP AT THIS DREADFUL HOUR!"

"Rarity, over here..." Said the creamy-pelted filly, gesturing at the front door, which was quite ajar. "I think-"

"IF YOU GOT ME UP AT THIS DREADFUL HOUR TO TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS ABOUT RAIN-"

"She really needs some help."

Rarity stopped mid-rant and glared at her sister, confused. "She?"

Shaking her head, Sweetie pushed the door open with a hoof to reveal the doorstep.

The doorstep that Rarity distinctly remembered sweeping before bed.

The doorstep that now had a shaking, mostly-unconscious filly curled up on it.

"Ah." Said Rarity. "She."





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