Author's Notes:

Rainbow Dash Here!!

This Chapter was written by BewhoUr!

I wrote the Prologue before this, just in case you couldn't tell.

I want to thank BewhoUr sooo much for teaming up with me to write this fic, Its fun being able to team up with a friend and make something.

"Brr..."

The sound of a heavily paneled wood door clicking closed rang in the ears of the places only inhabitant. To many others, the sound may have been discomforting, the old creaky, rusty hinges groaning and the wood shifting with a slight pop. But to her, it was the most comfort she had found in days. Perhaps weeks? Did she dare to think months? Nah.

Lalani wasn't one to think of the worst possibilities, of the longest times cold and alone, or of the rough patches. She much preferred to shine a brighter light on everything that she could. Such as... She may have been alone for weeks (It was probably months, but Lalani refused to believe this) but at least she had found this place, right? It may not have been pretty- an old, tattered looking log cabin out in the last remainder of what used to be lush and plentiful woods, but it was amazing.

The frost had set in that morning. Lalani had woken up from her rough slumber to find the concrete of the bench cold to the touch. Glazed over with a thin layer of snow. If it weren't for her blanket, a tattered patchwork found brought to her by the wind, she probably would have gotten a cold or at the very least frostbite. She did often wonder what it was that kept her warm. She knew that the blanket played its part, but she returned every night to rest on a park bench. Maybe she just "Ran hot." That was what her mother had always told her. At least...

She cautiously pulled herself to a sitting position, feeling her arm partially numbed from sleeping on her side. She proceeded to yawn, puffing a warm breath into the chilly air and rubbing an eye before blowing some of the whispy black hair out of her face and adjusting herself to a full standing position, her goal clear set in her mind.

She draped her thick, multicolored quilt over a shoulder and began to walk away from the bench, her bright golden eyes focused on one spot- the woods.

The previous night, she had heard rumored talk of the old house in the woods. When the teenagers came to the park, late at night and drunk as hell would allow, they would ramble about the haunted cabin. She didn't care anything about these alleged "Demons." She had just hoped the rumors were true.

She now found that they indeed were, for after one incorrect trail and a stop at the nearby Mc donalds to hear some gossip or catch a snippet of unwanted food, she had reached that cabin. It was real!

Lovingly, she breathed in the scent of the wood. It smelled divine, that classic scent of old cut spruce, pine, and maple. Her dancing eyes surveyed the room with a bold sweep, taking in the dining area which still had the homely look of a family spot. The living room was perfectly simple, perfectly wonderful. She smiled broadly, her eyes widening in hope.
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"What was that?"

Apon her venture into the upstairs, she had found a picturesk bedroom, which she had praised and then fell to bed early on its warm, soft embrace that only a comfy mattress knows the feeling of. But at what seemed to be midnight, from her timing standards, she had heard a plunk. Followed by another. It almost sounded like someone was coming up the stairs. Her eyes widened for a moment, believing for the briefest of seconds that those teenagers may have been right. But she attempted to shake it off as the clunking continued. It was probably just the wind! Yeah! That was it! She still locked her eyes on the doorway, her breathing heavy.

She never expected to see this.

A small pony, about 3 foot tall, stood there, her gaze warm and smile kind. Lalani's eyes widened as she practically sprung from the bed, her feet touching the rug and sprinting across it to the pony, which only looked up at her 4 6' frame with a cute squeak. Lalani didn't dare to breath, for fear that the pony might disappear. But as she reached out a trembling hand to touch it, it remained there.

The pony herself was gorgeous. Her purple fur was soft to the touch, her hair light pink in the way that reminded you of cotton candy bouncing in a delicate updo with her tail in the same variation. Her eyes were red, but kind. A bowtie of the same red variation adorned her neck. Lalani thought she was the cutest.

"Hi little girl!" Lalani spoke in a quivering voice, her heart almost stopping as the pony reached out to nuzzle her hand.

"Hello!"

Did the pony just talk? Her eyes bounced wide, barely believing what she saw. The pony giggled gently.

"I'm Boneigh! My friends and I are so happy to have another human to play with!" Lalani could barely process this.

"You- you-" Boneigh shushed her by placing a small hoof to her mouth.

"People think its pretty crazy. Dolls, and pony dolls at that moving and talking? Most have a hard time grasping it. But all we want is companionship, really!" Lalani's eyes jumped at Boneigh's statement.

"I-" She cut off, suddenly remembering the teenagers musings on how the house was indeed haunted. "They were right..." She gave the hoarse whisper under her breath. Boneigh tilted her head to the side, smiling.

"Come on! Do you want to meet your new friends or not?" Boneigh asked warmly, to which the other side of the conversation could only muster a nod. Boneigh looked pleased, and clapped a forehoof to the wooden ground. "Come out guys! She wants to be friends!" The sounds of more hoofbeats escalating the stairs rang through the house, and Lalani stared as two more "Dolls" emerged.

One was a brown color, the distinct shape of his muzzle signifying that he was indeed a stallion. The black hair that made up his mane fell to one side, as did his tail, though his mane was partially hidden by a black top hat. His bright blue eyes seemed to beam right at Lalani, and three black freckles dotted either side of his face. His companion appeared to be a girl, as her posture was fairly delicate and her muzzle was the female shape. Her fur was a creamy yellow, her hair a slightly darker shade of this same color. Her mane was fairly messy, as was her tail, and her eyes looked slightly downcast as if she were shy. One of her more defining features though was the bib that hung from her neck, with the inscription, "Lets eat!"

Lalani could only stare at these new claimed friends, and wonder at the marvel of this haunting. Three new friends in a desolate place? And these teenagers had thought it was haunted by demons. That idea seemed silly now. She was interrupted from her train of thoughts by Boneigh's voice.

"The brown one is Freddy Fanzneigh, and the yellow one is Chica!" Boneigh looked back to the stairs and glared. "Come on Foxy! Shes nice!" A speedy orange blur struck up the stairs, resuming its standing position next to Boneigh. His red fur was thick, his orange mane just as frazzled, or possibly more than Chica's. He ducked his head, refusing to make eye contact. Boneigh sighed. "And this is Foxy. He's... shy, to say the least." Lalani couldn't move her mouth to make words, the shock of the situation setting in fully. Boneigh smiled sympathetically. "You must be tired. Go to bed. We'll play tomorrow."