Playing House

by Krickis

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What was happening? Everything felt wrong. Bright lights. Slivers of movement. And someone… someone was crying.

People were talking, voices rapid and loud. The words all jumbled together. Something about blood?

Someone was crying. Crying. Was it Sunset? Or Sky? Don’t cry. I’m here. Everything will be okay.

The crying stopped, but the light grew brighter. Silhouettes blurred in and out of perception.

Where was Sunset? She should be here. What was happening? What had happened?

The people were doing things to her. Fluttershy didn’t understand. What were they doing? Why was she here? Where was she?

Nothing made sense. Thoughts jumbled together so that they could all fade away as one, only to be replaced by more confusion.

Sky. Is Sky okay? Please, God, let her be okay. She needs to be okay.

Someone was talking, but it was different. Quieter. Softer. A voice that cut through the sounds of whatever was happening. It called to her.

The voice was familiar, but distant. Fluttershy knew who it was, but that didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be.

“Fluttershy…”

She tried to look around, but she was unable to move. She had to go. She had to find the voice. It was important. It called to her. She would answer it.

But first she had to move. She tried. She tried again. She kept trying.

Nothing happened.

“Fluttershy…”

She couldn’t move. She wanted to, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t follow the voice. But… it grew louder in its call. It grew closer to her.

“Fluttershy….”

It didn’t matter. Little by little, everything faded away. There were no people. There were no sounds. Even the room around her ceased to exist. There was just her and the voice. And soon, they would be together.

“Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy woke up with a start, sitting upright on her bed. She looked around, but all she saw was her bedroom. The sun was just barely rising, and she knew she should get back to sleep, but all she could think about was that strange room with all those shadows looming over her.

If she stayed in bed she might fall back asleep, and she didn’t want that. She rose, the wooden floor cold against her bare feet, and she crossed the room.

Briefly, she imagined her feet on another cold floor. She imagined a house that was always a little too cold, but that was more welcoming than hers ever had been. She wasn’t sure where this house came from. Something from her dream…?

Fluttershy didn’t remember, but in a moment, it was gone. She needed a way to keep busy, so she grabbed a hairbrush. It was sitting atop a black dress, which she’d be wearing later for the funeral. She hated even looking at it, it was just another reminder that she was gone, as if Fluttershy could ever forget that.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her hair. She hated it. Why did she have to look so much like her? Why did her own image have to be another reminder? Just like the dress. Just like the dream.

That’s right, there was the voice calling to her in the dream. Her voice. But that was a voice she would never hear again, and this black dress was a reminder of that. When she closed her eyes, Fluttershy could still almost hear her, calling Fluttershy’s name, as if she was waking her up for school.

She gripped the hairbrush tightly in an attempt to keep from crying, but she cried all the same. She watched her reflection as the tears fell. She looked so much like her…

“Mama…”

Comments

[Autumn Colors Fall]

Now that the last chapter has put the knife in I guess it was inevitable that the next one would start turning it.

[Nira Lightshine]

Uh what is happening?

[Midknight_Stardust]

For the love of God tell me the baby I okay

[I-A-M]

My guess is she's remembering her mother's death? Hoping baby Sky is okay, which hits home because I have a baby niece named Sky.

[Vaguely Demented]

Kinda twisting the knife a bit.

[Mini Minrie]

It is goddamn impossible to click on this chapter on mobile

[Natedogg2006]

Ok. Let's do this. Not sure I'm ready.

[thedarkprep]

Briefly, she imagined her feet on another cold floor. She imagined a house that was always a little too cold, but that was more welcoming than hers ever had been.

The whole chapter is sad, for what’s coming and what’s happened, but this line here. “She imagined a house that was always a little too cold”

Literal chills.

[applejackofalltrades]

:'(

[Tillion]

ah
fuck

[Tillion]

“Mama…”

fuck

[RoboRed]

Flutershy didn’t remember,

Small typo. Missed a "t".