//------------------------------// // An Interim Episode: 2 // Story: Adorable: Your little Siren and You // by Ponyess //------------------------------// What ever did that c0me from? I made my best to ruin her little part, and now she is tending to me as I am sobbing over the uselessly wasted opportunity? Is she for real? Well, d’oh. I can see and hear her by my side. I have been listening to the explanation she had been giving me. Yet, what is it she is after? She had been on the spot on how what I had seen as my former friends had been viewing me. They had no love for me, I had been the third wheel, only good when it worked out. It all failed, and now I am apparently nothing to them. It certainly had felt good to have a shoulder to cry on, someone who was there when I needed her. Not to make herself feel good for her own pointless end. At least it is how I felt right now. She had taken the time and made me feel better. Maybe I had never quite beamed a bright toothy wolf grin at her. I had never mastered the grin from ear to ear anyway. I had merely been the puppet of Adagio Dazzle all along. Now she had failed. Little to no comfort in imagining Sonata dusk sitting in another corner, sobbing just like I am. Maybe I had expected myself feeling like that before. Now Pinkie Pie had shown me that it was never the case. Who is she? And who am I? I have no idea, not a clue. I am lost, fumbling in the dark. Why am I even here? Eventually, I had tried to follow Twilight Sparkle and sleep for a few hours. I had apparently been tired enough for that to work, even though it is midday and some sunlight flowing in even up here. As I woke up, I hear a giggling voice from the corner of the room. As I had expected, it is Pinkie Pie, and it is dark outside, only a small lamp lighting up the room up here. Someone had apparently gone to a great length of making this for me. What I found is a bookshelf moved to the side and an open door. There should have been no door there. I know it is up against the outer wall, there could have been no wall there. Maybe I am dreaming it all? “Rise and shine, sleepyhead!” she exclaimed. “How long was I out?” I responded, attempting to play along in the game in which I had found myself, whether it is a dream, or just an elaborate hoax. “Considering how you missed your lunch, and it is the Taco Tuesday. It is dark outside and the sun has been down for an hour. I would have it to about eight hours at the very least!” she pointed out. “I should have asked you how you managed to sneak up here after dusk, but that is pointless. Partially after how you explained that Twilight Sparkle spent a night up here. I take it none was asking for me, in my obvious absence? On that matter, there is an absence of food and I am growing hungry!” I responded. Then I couldn’t help myself, smiling at the absurd situation I had just found myself in. “Finally. I guess you did need a moment to yourself and a nap to get into the perspective!” she countered. Only now, she said it in a deadpan voice, and with a stoic manner I had never expected from her. Not this girl of all the people of the school. Although I guess I never saw her sister known as Maud? besides, sometimes it is the contrast that made up the comedy, as well as got the message through. She certainly is no fool, not an idiot, I would have to hand it to her. “I had some time to think for myself, for a change. You had managed to inspire me, you know. Once left to my own devices, all I needed was that little push!” I pondered quietly, yet audible enough for her to pick up on, apparently. “It may be night outside and dark, but I am certain I could drum up some food and a meal for you. If you like, I can follow you there and share the meal with you as well!” she prompted, thus inciting me to follow her through the door that could not have been there. I had seen the building from outside, I know where we are. I just couldn’t let on that I did not trust the door could lead to anywhere. Besides, if she follows me, she would suffer the same consequences. At least, unless it is a dark nightmare. I certainly had had my share of these. Now I want out of it. She reached out her right hand and took mine in hers, before she walked out the door she had pointed me towards. I still do feel the floor beneath my feet, so I guess I am not falling. For a moment, it looks as if the floor is made out of the same material as it had been on the other side of the door. As she closed the door behind us, I noticed how the floor subtly changed into something very different. A feeling I never had had before, but I went with the notion of a dream. Cold or warm, light or dark, but a dream all the same. There was a dark shadow of indescript but unlikely form of mishmashes behind us. I could barely make out the outlines, but then the door was gone. The shadow vanished as well. With that, the way back to where I had come from is gone, and with it any chance of returning. Maybe this is still one of these dreams. The one hunting you in the night, the kind you couldn’t wake up from. “Here we are, the Royal kitchen. I will fix you something to eat, I hope you will enjoy it!” she spoke up, as if in order to pull me out of the funk. “The Royal kitchen? We certainly are not at Canterlot High, then?” I gasped, unsure as to any further reaction at this point. “Best food around, can’t beat the Royal kitchen, you know. Not unlike you crave meat; that is!” she prompted. “Meat? Oh yeah. I guess I could make due with a nice and fresh, stylish salad?” I suggested. “The fresh and stylish salad is coming right up!” she pointed out, spilling the vegetables into a bowl and sticking a crisp fork in there for me. “That looks like a treat!” I responded as I saw the bowlful of cut to size vegetables. “Yeah, it is. I know, Celestia loves these!” she merely explained, as if she had been intimately close to the Princess herself. “Then Celestia is the Princess, owning the castle in which this Royal kitchen is? And you know her?” I inquired. “Yeah, it is. Of course. There isn’t a living soul I don’t know!” she responded. While I stabbed the first vegetables in the bowl, she filled up a large plate with pastries, and promptly chewed down as I enjoyed the meal she had so generously handed me. “Uh, how many of these have you had by now?” I inquired curiously as I saw her picking up yet another of the muffins she piled up on the plate. “How many? But, I am hungry!” she merely responded, stopping long enough to pronounce the words before returning to the pastries and resuming what she had been doing; gorging herself on royal treats for the next party. “That is up to your belly to suffer, I guess!” I just responded. She nodded vigorously but never stopped eating. Although she was done at about the same time I had finished my salad. “How ever can you eat that much?” I then added. That only resulted in giving her a hysterical fit of giggles, lasting her several minutes. “I guess I should never have asked?” I pondered. “Sounds like a good deal, but now I need to take you to your new room. You need somewhere to stay, you know!” she pointed out. “Oh yeah. A room with a bed I could sleep in, right?” I nodded with a weak smile. “There will even be a mares’ room, you know. Oh, the girls’ room in your case, right?” she teased me freely. “Yeah, the girls’ room could be a nice facility to have close by. Though, what did you mean by Mares’ room?” I responded, looking funny at her, almost as if she was not the girl I had seen there a moment before. “That is the local word or expression for your girls’ room!” she pointed out with a wide grin. “Okay, here we are!” she exclaimed as she opened the door to where she had intended for me to stay. I followed her into the room. The bed was in a small room with only a bed stand and a night light. On the other side I found what she had referred to as the mares’ room. Of course, there is also a wardrobe. “I hope the room will be okay for you. I will be back with a friend, you can explore the room and make yourself at home while I fetch her!” she pointed out. I saw her go out and close the door behind herself, just as I heard her walk along the hall. Or rather, she was clearly bouncing away in a strange manner I have never seen or heard before. Or even heard off, for that matter. Once I could no longer hear her steps in the hall, I turned towards the bed. It is clearly a bed, even if it is a bit off. Maybe it is how these Ponies were used to sleep. Otherwise, I guess it is the best bed I had ever had. There is a girls’ room, and everything apparently looks the same, just enough off to be strange, while still working perfectly for me. At least, I couldn’t imagine how anything could possibly go wrong here. There are three light purple towels with a mint border as the only detail. I guess she had been planning ahead. The towel even had my name embroidered into it in a deep purple. Her eye for detail and insight scared me. This was not the girl you like to be on the wrong side of. She had been planning this way too far in advance to be funny or comforting. I exited the room in order to see the wardrobe. I got as far as to enter the bed room. I could clearly see two pairs of sliding doors as the door went up. Her friend had apparently returned. “Greetings, Aria. Welcome to your new home!” I heard her say, before I turned around to see her. I clearly recognized her voice, I had seen and heard Twilight Sparkle speak before. She had been singing at the Battle of the Bands. --- --- ---