Under the Couch
"Hey! Where are you!" You shout in anger, as you charge into your homes den, blood
pooling in your hand from your newly broken nose.
You kick the door open, causing a loud crack to echo through the room as you march
over to the nearest chair, and with strength you didn't know you had, you grip the chairs
armrest and hoist it into the air. Quickly you scan over the ground the chair had been
resting and even go on to shake the chair to see if your attacker is hiding within its
structure. Seeing nothing you toss it aside and continue your search. Quickly you move
onto the next spot your pint size pony might be hidden, the end table that stood next
to the where the now over turned chair once stood, It's medium size cabinet appearing
as a very likely place for the pony to hide. You quietly drop to one knee and shield your
face with your left arm, your right reaching out cautiously towards the cabinets miniature
door.
"If I get kicked in the face again I swear....." You mumble, as you take hold of the cabinets
metal handle.
You tighten your grip upon the cabinets handle and after taking a few seconds to adjust
yourself to be out of the way for another kick to the face, you slowly apply force to the
doors handle, pulling it open ever so slightly. But the gaps too small and you pull the a
little farther, then a little more. The gap has widen to about an inch but as you keep out
of range of being kicked you still can't see clearly inside the darken cabinet. You let out
a sigh and brace yourself as you shift your weight for a better look. But just as your about
to get a clear view a muffled noise comes to your ear.
"Aaa....aaaa.....AAAACHOOOO." A little voice bellows, as your head shifts towards your
sea blue couch.
"Ooooh. Under the couch eh." You think as a smile crosses your slightly blood stained lips.
Being as quiet as you can you close the door on the cabinet, it clicking softly shut as you do.
Then being ever so careful you stand and quietly creep over to the piece of upholstered
furniture.
"Oh I got you now you little brat." You chuckled to yourself, as you drop to your stomach and,
with your left eye, gaze under its royal blue leg cover into the couch's shadowy underbelly.
Intently you gaze into the bleakness, trying to detect even the smallest amount of movement,
as your eye slowly slides back and forth. But after several minutes of 'scanning' along with
some prodding you let out a sigh as you push of your stomach and raise yourself to one knee.
Most of your anger has boiled off by now and at most your just annoyed. But now it's just the
matter finding where the little thing has gotten off to.
"Hey. If you're still in this room I have something to say." You sigh. "Listen I kind of get why you
did what you did and I also understand why you're hiding from me but I just what you to know
that.......I'm sorry for scaring you." You say, as you push yourself the rest of the way off the
floor and onto your feet.
You stand there for a while after that, just waiting to see if she will respond, but you're only met
by the soft sound of snow falling against your home's roof.
"Ok I'll take your silence for an answer I guess." You sigh. "I'm going to start dinner if you what
anything just let me know." You say with volume, hoping that if she is still in the room she'll at
least give you some sort of response. But still her only reply, to your slight annoyance, is....
silence.
Then with a final sigh you walk over to your overturn, and most likely now broke, chair and with
a huff, flip it back over, setting it back in its normal position. After a quick look over you decide,
seeing no sign's of visual damage, to saunter into your kitchen and make something that will
suffice for your nightly meal.
"Well let's see what's inside you oh magic food box." You say sarcastically, as your fingers grip
the fridge's door handle.
You give the handle a slight tug and with a pop from the door seal you pull the door fully open,
giving you a full view of the mostly empty inside of your fridge.
"I really need to go to the grocery store." You sigh, as you start digging through what's left of
your food.
Finding nothing really appealing you decide on at least making something for the little pony
that's hiding under your couch. You pull open one of the two drawers that lay at the bottom
of your fridge and to your surprise you find just enough vegetables to make a small salad.
You grab as much as you can carry and make your way over, after shutting your fridge with
your foot, to your kitchen's closest counter and pull a small bowl from a overhead cabinet.
Starting with the head of lettuce, tearing off leafs in medium sized pieces till the bowl is
half way fill with the lush greens.
"I wonder if I should put some dressing on this?" You ponder, as you pull open you silverware
drawer and pull out a chefs knife. "Eh I better not, I don't think horse eat ranch dressing."
You give a little shrug as you pull several carrots from a bag and quickly chop them into bite
size bits along with a few sticks of celery, baby tomatos, and a few radishs. But unbenounced
to you, as you add the chopped up vegetables to the salad, a pair of navy blue eyes are
watching you from just out of your view, their owner silent and unseen.
"Well I hope she'll eat this." You sigh, as you toss the chef's knife into the sink.
You make your way back to your fridge, the bags of vegetables feeling a little lighter as you
pull open the door with a few free fingers. You quickly toss them into there respected drawer
and, with a thunk, you close your fridges door with your foot just as before. But as you spin
around, the sight that stands before you catch's you by surprise, nearly making you trip over
your own two feet.
"Um..... hi." You say slowly, shock evident in your tone.
Your attacker is no longer hiding under your couch but instead siting there before you, her
eyes firmly pointed toward the tile of your kitchen floor, her thick blue mane concealing most
of her face, except for her small, quivering lower lip.
"Uh I made you a salad if you're....hungry" You trail off, your concern shifting from the state of
her stomach to the ever increasingly trembling filly that stands before you. "Hey? Are you
alright?" You ask, as you slightly crouch down.
"Sniff, sniff no."
"Why? What's wrong?" You ask softly.
"Murmur murph."
"Um I'm sorry but could you say that again?"
Then, in a blur, her eyes no longer are welded to the floor but instead are brimmed with tears
as she gazes at you, her heavy sobs making it hard for you to understand the choked up words
she was trying to say.
"You *hic* got me out *cough, cough* and then I...I....I...WAAAAAA!" She bellows and in an
instant charges you, wrapping her little legs around your neck. "I'M SOWWY!" She sobs fiercely.
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What's up with the alignment?
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Your special eyes.
well, alignment was fine until "Hey. If your still in this room I have something to say." and then it started skipping again + random misspell:
So much DAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW
I love the story please continue 
I'd say that this second chapter is quite an improvement compared to the first. You did much better with spelling/grammar errors, and I'm really starting to like where you're going with the story. I even find the "cutsieness" bearable, and I'm not the guy to go for cute stories.
Keep up the good work, my friend.
One word cute.
Hnnnnnnnng (thump) call an ambulans
Cuteness lvl it's ower 9000
Oh god, anything but a crying Lu... HHHNNNNNNGGG!
Se is has special eyes to make others cry.
Hey, just a few things...
To me that should be eh, not hey.
Also, if I had a nosebleed like that, I would have gotten a towel or something first, but that's just me.
Otherwise, good job, keep up the good work, all that jazz...
P.S... looks around to make sure no one else is watching HHHNNNGGG!!!
WHYYYYYYYYYYY
WHY A CRYING LUNA
should be wrapping.
should be you're.
Just a couple of things I caught. Please, continue.
good chapter good to see wuna (baby luna) is sorry for kicking him directly in the face btw HNNNNNNNG
drop the ', it's unappropriate here.
One note; that salad wont be very safe to eat now.
You never mentioned washing hands and dressing the injury.
good story.
Awww, just as it's getting good, the chapter ends!
But I shall eagerly await more! And aside from everyone else's concern about the character's bloody nose needing attention, you did much better on the grammar and spelling. And, I am still loving this! 
A quivering lip baby Luna... *grabs heart* So much dawwwww....hnnnnnggg!
D'aaaaaww
luna y u so cute?
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HNNNNNNG
HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG
HHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG
He should have punted that disgusting little thing into a fire.