“No, I do not need your help!” Fluttershy insisted, rather uncharacteristically angry, hauling the wooden door up to its frame with shaking limbs. In fact, it was the first time in a long time that she had been truly, properly irritated with somepony. And yet, he still wouldn't take the hint.

“Aw, come on...” whined the changeling from outside as he peered in through the window, dipping and bobbing his head for a better view of the pegasus. “I apologized, d'inni? That's gotta count for something, right?”

“You trashed my home!” she responded with a weak grunt, struggling to jam the hefty door back into place and wondering how she was going to fix the hinges.

The changeling paused, slipping around to a different window as she trudged angrily back to the kitchen.

“Technically, you wrecked the place,” he corrected her, still wearing the same visage of herself that he had donned before. It was eerie hearing a different voice coming from her own lips, and she refused to look at her mirror image as she began the steady work of mopping up all of the spilled coffee. “All I did was break the door.”

“That's another thing-” Fluttershy whipped her head up with a frown; however, to her immense surprise, the changeling was already gone.

Fluttershy started to say something very rude, but the breath caught in her chest and she wound up releasing a long, slow sigh instead. She rubbed her temples with her spare hoof, blowing another heavy breath. It wouldn't do any good to get all worked up over it, she could already feel herself losing steam. Perhaps the changeling really had figured out that she didn't want anything to do with him.

She quietly chastised herself for her actions as she swept up the remnants of broken glass all over the cottage, some twinkling brightly with the early morning glow of the sun. To be honest, changelings terrified her even after several of them publicly outed themselves following the Canterlot events, but that didn't mean she found their company any more appealing.

She arched her back wearily as she finished cleaning up the fit of destruction from earlier, a tiny bit ashamed at herself for her outburst. Fluttershy gave a little smile at the work, her mind already on finding somepony to help fix the wooden hinges on the door; she silently reminded herself to upgrade to metal, even if it was remarkably expensive it was fantastic for home security, appare-

Fluttershy shrieked as she rounded the corner, broom clattering from her hooves to the floor as she came face to face with herself for the second time that morning.

“Hi!” the changeling grinned. “Miss m– oh sweet Egg Mother no!”

He cringed hard as Fluttershy rapidly snagged the broom and instead of smacking him instinctively tried to hide behind it, failing miserably. It took her a moment to realize that her double was doing almost the exact same thing, quavering in terror behind a surprisingly lovely bouquet of forget-me-not blue flowers that apparently was to serve as an impenetrable shield.

“... How did you get back into my house?” Fluttershy asked in faux outrage, her original driving emotions already long since burned out.

“I, uh...” the changeling cleared his throat awkwardly, eyes darting back and forth as the broom handle swayed dangerously over him. “I... c-climbed in through the bathroom window again.”

“That's – wait, again?”

“No, no, for the first time!” he corrected himself hastily, backing away and holding out the bouquet defensively as she advanced. “Totally the first time, I swear!”

Fluttershy made a mental note to personally check the bathroom windows, her frown returning.

They stood in uncomfortable silence for a long moment, neither of them moving.

Eventually, the changeling shifted uneasily, holding out the bouquet again.

“So... we good?”

“... Please. Get out of my house.”

“But-”

“Out!” Fluttershy shooed him, smacking the changeling in the rear with the broom. He yelped and scampered toward the door, pulling it back off the hinges again before Fluttershy could stop him and darting away as fast as his legs would carry him.

Fluttershy exerted several noises at once, every one of which exhumed a certain air of irritation and weariness.

It took quite a bit of work, but she finally managed to fit her door back into its place, even if it did seem a little bit wobbly. She gave her umpteenth sigh, shook her head, and made straight for the coffee.

Because, by Celestia, she was going to have a little bit of peace this morning.

What would she even say to her friends, she wondered? A wild changeling appeared? She certainly wasn't going to repeat anything it said to her, that was for su-

BANG!

Fluttershy squeaked in fright, coffee splattering all over the table and dripping down to the floor.

“Ooh, that does it!” she stamped a hoof against the floor, drawing herself up to her full (not very impressive) height. The only way to get anypony to listen to her was to be assertive, and she was going to assertively ram that front door right up the changeling's-

Multiple things occurred to Fluttershy all at once. Firstly, the door had in fact been knocked rather rudely off its hinges once again. Secondly, it was still floating in the air.

Thirdly, there was the black hole.

An enormous, hatefully whirling vortex of darkness violently filled and expanded through Fluttershy's door frame, lighter objects that had survived the changeling's first entrance yanked directly off the shelves and walls and vanishing into the abyss.

Fluttershy attempted to let out a scream of terror as she felt even herself being pulled into the hungry darkness, her furniture flying past her faster than any pegasus could manage. She gripped the doorway to the kitchen with all her might, hind legs tossed this way and that in the buffeting winds as she flapped uselessly for just a few more moments of survival...

And just like that, it was over.

Fluttershy huffed and puffed in exhaustion and fright on the floor, eyes as wide as saucers as she attempted to take in the bizarre sight.

A figure that looked incredibly familiar slowly began to rise from the ground without using hooves as it cast back a long black cloak. Tendrils of dark energy emanating from the intruder began to manifest themselves as gigantic purplish tentacles, protruding from invisible places and giving the pink-maned monstrosity an even more terrifying visage.

“All hail the Dark Lord Fluttershy!” the intruder squeaked in a not-so-intimidating voice. “For I have come to feast on your souls!”

“Right, so,” Fluttershy cringed inwardly when she heard the changeling approaching, and couldn't help but to sigh again when he stuck his head that looked too much like hers back in through the doorway. This time, however, he seemed to have kept one of the blue flowers to stick in his mane as a memento of sorts. “Right. Right, I've been thinking, and maybe we got... off... on the wrong, the-the wrong, uh...”

The changeling looked back and forth between the (astonishingly fed up) Fluttershy on the floor with a bedraggled mane, and the one with a black cloak suspended either by magic, very strong wriggling tentacles, or a combination of the two. The changeling looked back and forth between them long and hard.

Then he turned to Fluttershy, grinned and said “Sweet! Wish I'd thought of a threesome.”

Unsurprisingly, Fluttershy fainted.