> The Stare
>  by PieDisliker
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> This Is It
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I blew it now.

I could feel her pressure sinking in on my brain. She isn't happy. Her lips are moving, but all I can feel are those eyes. Eyes unlike any pony could bear to see, and here I am, right there. Close up in front of the demonic souls themselves. You couldn't wish such a feat upon your worst enemy.

I'm deserving of this. I was the source of harm and now I'm in for it big time. The eyes tell me so.

And to think, the irony that this comes from the sweetest pegasus in all of Equestria. She is more loving and caring than most could bear to imagine. It must be painful for her to have to bring this terror upon me. She doesn't want to, she has to. This is for my own good. Everypony around me can feel her presence as well. They know at times how vulnerable and delicate this pony is. I know that there is no chance of me winning against Fluttershy, out of all ponies. There is zero chance of me getting around "The Stare."

I try to look away, but fear that if I do, it will only become worse. She didn't practice this. This is pure angst Fluttershy. This is protective Fluttershy. Protective against me. I can't even bear myself to blink.

The ground around me is vibrating. Her presence is making the world around me and all that I see shake... oh wait, that's me. I can't stop trembling due to those eyes.

Tears start to develop under my own eyelids. On one hoof, I feel relieved that I'll have less of a good view from her eyes. On the other, I have wronged not just her, not just myself, but everypony.

I begin to recall all of the other ponies in my life that I have hurt. I can't say I didn't mean to because, well... I'd be lying. Their trust and faith in me became unwarranted. All for what? My own personal satisfaction? That's beyond greedy, so greedy that it makes me feel disgusting. Maybe this is because I am disgusting.

I don't deserve the life I was given. I was given such great friends to help me, whether I needed the encouragement or not. I was never alone, yet I took it all for granted. There are so many other ponies that were born into a worse life than mine, and they're grateful. I am truly ashamed. I don't deserve such wonders and treatment.

But I do deserve this.

I can only imagine that I may be forgiven. I must try my best to repair my mistakes and for once give my life meaning... and I just realized I haven't even apologized yet. I've been too distracted by the glaring saucers in front of me to think about what I can do to stop what I've done. Well, the longer I wait, the worse this will become. I must do something.

"I'm sorry!" I shout.

Her eyebrows lower, and the force of her glare decreases ever so slightly. I now can focus on her speech.

"And are you going to do this again?"

I can feel the dry tears on my face, those that left my eyes and traveled to my fur to become sticky. I have been conquered.

"No, Fluttershy."

The tears return to my eyes. I'm not nervous anymore, just miserable. I am not the pony I should be. I'm a monster that doesn't deserve a breath of fresh air or ray of sunlight. I'm terrible.

My thoughts are interrupted by a smile on that pony's face. Why is she smiling? Does she not know my act was unjust? Does she have something else in store for me? Whatever punishment she gives, I'll take.

"There there," she calms me. The stare is gone, but why? She should bring it back to me. I'm deserving of it. I don't deserve such an opportunity to gain back trust, only to get the opportunity to make unbearable choices again.

"You aren't a bad pony, you've just made a bad decision. We still love you. Just please don't attempt anything like that again, okay?"

I sniffle and wipe off the tears from my cloudy vision.

"Thank you, Fluttershy."

She then turns around and beings to talk away. I don't move. I stand still, staring frontwards. My tears have stopped and a ray of sunlight shines upon her. As Fluttershy trots off, she is followed by the charming sound of birds. They sing as they love and adore her. I envy them.

I finally pull myself together and turn around. I ask the ponies around me how long she was giving me her stare. Somepony tells me it was about thirty seconds.

It felt like thirty weeks.

To get the stare was beyond an experience for me. It was a transition in my life. I can't imagine anything worse to happen to such a pony. Yet strangely, it felt satisfying. I felt like I've become stronger out of this. I am a changed pony. As much as I don't trust myself, I need to understand what she told me. Fluttershy is right, all I did was make a bad decision.

Perhaps I was wrong. Even though "The Stare" is ultimately scary, it is also a life-changer. Not just for me, but the ponies around me and those who I have influence on.

The ponies around me left, but I am still standing here. How long have I been reflecting my thoughts? Sunset is occurring, and the light is disappearing. I didn't imagine it would have this type of effect on me. I must remember that it is over. I should probably go home.

"Thank you, Fluttershy," I mutter once more.