Trapped

Chris stood a good distance away from the homely and rustic-looking cabin he would be spending the next two weeks in with Lyra. He was told to meet her here at this exact time, which was a little bizarre. He didn’t quite understand why she couldn’t join him on the walk up here, or why he had to stay in the cabin until she arrived, but she had stressed that it was very important.

Perhaps she was planning some kind of surprise for him. He didn’t mind surprises as long as Pinkie Pie wasn’t involved in some way, but he never really took Lyra for a pony to plan something like that. It would be a little out of character for her, but a nice little surprise could be fun.

The cabin was a cozy little place, rectangular in shape with several snow-covered mounds that had to be shrubbery or bushes surrounding the exterior. It was made entirely out of wood and stones that matched the surrounding forest. Each stone varied in shape and size and was layered on top of one another in a cobblestone pattern. They stretched a few feet up from the ground and covered the entire base of the cabin. The remaining portions of the walls were made from smooth planks of wood that had been stained a faded red color. The front door was a similar color and placed slightly off-center to the right, with two small windows to the left of it.

Chris couldn’t really tell what the roof looked like since it was covered in snow, but he assumed it was also made out of wood.

What really stood out about the cabin was the copious amount of thick vines that seemed to grow wildly from the top of the structure. They cascaded down the sides, spilling onto the snow-covered ground. It looked like a group of them had actually started to wrap around the tall chimney that was placed on the backside of the roof, near the middle of the cabin. The tangled plants extended outwards from the top of the chimney, spreading out into the air in different directions, making it look like a small tree. Chris had never seen vines quite like that before and he wondered if they grew any flowers once spring came around. That would be an amazing sight to see.

Chris took a small step back to really study the dwelling up and down. He thought the place was definitely… awesome!

He instantly fell in love with the cabin and was excited to stay here with Lyra. It reminded him of so many fairy tales he’d read and more fantasy-oriented video games he’d loved to play back in his old world. It was like he was in some kind of enchanted forest. Well, he was in a magical land with talking ponies now, but still, this place was pretty amazing to him and the dense trees that surrounded it provided a lot of welcomed privacy. It was easy to see why Lyra’s parents liked to live here during the summer.

Chris couldn’t believe that Lyra’s parents had agreed to let them use their cabin while they were up in Canterlot. It was incredibly nice and generous, even though he had yet to meet them. In fact, he wasn’t sure they even knew who he was or that he was dating their daughter yet.

Chris paused and thought about that for a moment, but shrugged it off and picked up his large, brown backpack that he had hand-crafted himself and threw it over his back. It wasn’t the sturdiest thing in the world, or the most pleasing to look at, but it got the job done.

Once the pack was secure Chris started to walk towards the door. He gripped his hand over the hoof-friendly handle and pulled the door open. He had to duck his head a little to walk through the doorway since this was a typical pony-sized dwelling.

He shut the door behind him and looked around the living room. It was rectangular in shape with a red wood floor, similar to the wood that the walls were made from, only more polished. In the middle of the room, several feet in front of him, was a small, rounded table that had two stools on opposite sides. Past that was a large black ‘L’-shaped couch. It faced a stone hearth that was settled in the back-left corner of the room.

Chris noticed an extremely large pile of what appeared to be freshly-chopped wood next to the hearth that was stacked against the back wall, which seemed strange. He wasn’t expecting some wood to be cut up and ready. In fact, he was really looking forward to really roughing it out here and chopping some himself.

Shrugging and looking to the right of the firewood, Chris saw a large countertop that separated the living room and the kitchen. The counter touched the back wall and stretched out all the way to the middle of the room. He could also see two bar stools in front of it, right behind where the couch was.

The countertop itself looked like it was fashioned similar to something he would see in a local pub. Above it was a large rack that hung from the ceiling. It held what looked like all kinds of alcoholic drinks and even some mixers. He guessed that the glasses and other items used for the alcohol must be on the other side somewhere.

Seeing the replica bar was quite pleasing to Chris and it looked like Lyra’s parents were quite the connoisseurs of alcohol. They had almost everything he could ever need just on the rack, and there was no doubt more in the cabin somewhere. He thought he might be able to show off his sweet juggling and drink mixing skills to Lyra and really impress her. He had never really had a chance to wow Lyra with that special talent he picked up in his old world, but now that opportunity was staring him right in the face.

Chris smiled at the thought before turning his sights towards the left side of the room where he could see three doors. He walked over to the door closest to him before opening it and saw the bedroom he would be sharing with Lyra. There was a small window to the left, and to the right was a decently sized bed. It was positioned in the center of the right wall with a nightstand that had a bedside lamp and a small picture frame. The bed was small and could only fit two ponies at most, but that was fine. It could fit him and Lyra just fine and gave him an excuse to cuddle up nice and close to her every night. Not that he ever need an excuse.

Chris walked up to the nightstand and picked up the picture frame. He instantly bit his lip, trying desperately to hold back his laughter. In the picture was a filly-sized Lyra, who seemed to be enjoying her time playing in a puddle of mud. Her adorable and cutie mark-less rump was high in the air while her side was pressed down into the puddle. She was looking up at the camera with her bright golden eyes and the biggest smile he had ever seen on a filly. She was absolutely covered in mud and she couldn’t have been happier about it.

Chris let out a loud laugh and smiled brightly at the picture. It was incredibly cute and sweet, but he thought if he looked much longer then he might collapse into a diabetic coma. He put the picture back and made a mental note to tease Lyra about what a dirty little filly she was when she arrived. Perhaps he could convince her parents to give him a copy of that picture some day.

Walking out of the bedroom, Chris proceeded to the next door over. He opened it to see a flight of stairs that snaked around to what looked like some kind of cellar or basement. It was too dark to see what was down there at the moment, so he thought he would check it out later.

He closed the door and turned his attention to the final door. He opened it and saw that it was a bathroom. It had one sink, one pony-sized tub that doubled as a shower, and one squat toilet that was built into the floor. Chris despised those things when he first arrived in Equestria, but over time he had adjusted and actually started to like using them. It just felt more natural to him.

Chris closed the bathroom door and turned around, facing the kitchen. He dropped his backpack next to the couch before walking up next to the bar, standing in the kitchen’s entrance. He looked to his left and saw that the bar actually connected to the kitchen countertop and looped all the way around the back wall, making a shape like a ‘U’. There was a sink in the middle of the counter on the back wall with a small window over it. The outside of the window was covered in vines and snow, so he couldn’t see out of it. The countertop to the right of the sink contained the stove and oven. At end of the of the ‘U’ was a very large and magically powered refrigerator.

To Chris’s right was a wall with a door in the middle. He opened it to see a large pantry with shelves filled to the brim with various food items, which was surprising to him. All the food looked like it was just bought at the market. There was no dust or cobwebs, but he knew this place hadn't been used since last summer, so it was strange to see all this fresh and new-looking food. In fact, now that he thought about it, the whole cabin seemed suspiciously clean.

He closed the door and walked to the refrigerator to see if there was also food in it. Much to his added shock the fridge was also filled to capacity with everything they could possibly need. He saw all the essentials like eggs and milk, along with all kinds of vegetables, cheeses, and other various food and drink items. He saw an overabundance of carrots, which was a little odd, as well as a strange brown bag.

On closer inspection he saw that the bag was from the Griffin market on the outskirts of Ponyville. Sometimes Lyra would go there to pick up some meat for him for those rare and more special nights and that must be what was in the bag.

Chris opened the bag and saw that the meat was wrapped in pink paper, which meant it was chicken. He smiled a little at the sight. Lyra knew chicken was his favorite meat and he thought that was very sweet of her to get it for him. He closed the bag up and placed it back before shutting the refrigerator door.

It seemed that Lyra had gone out and stocked the whole cabin before he arrived. It was a little silly how much food she managed to cram in there since Ponyville was only a few miles away and they could easily just walk back into town to get more supplies if they really needed it.

Chris shrugged at the thought. Maybe she just wanted to spend every waking moment with him in the cabin and hiking around the woods. He was fine with that. He was really looking forward to spending time with her since she had been so busy the past two weeks. She never really mentioned why, but every night she would come home exhausted and pass out after dinner. Perhaps she was just getting the cabin ready for them that whole time? But then why didn't she ask him for help?

He thought Lyra must have wanted him to just relax and not worry about getting things ready.

This vacation was going to be a lot fun, but he wasn’t just looking forward to spending time with Lyra. He was also hoping this little outing would help get Bon Bon off his mind. It was killing him inside not being able to talk to her about what happened and offer his friendship, but Lyra wanted them to give her space and wait until after this vacation before they approached her.

Chris thought that Lyra was right to suggest giving Bon Bon her space, especially after what happened at the restaurant. He could understand that the mare needed some alone time now, but still...

Chris sighed sadly to himself as he continued to think more about Bon Bon. Ever since that fateful night at The Everfree Moon he hadn't been able to stop thinking about the way she looked in her dress and the beautiful smile she had. She looked so radiant and enchanting when she took the firelily. It was heartwarming to him to have seen her so happy.

Bon Bon truly was beautiful, and for a short moment Chris really thought he might have felt something with her. She just seemed to click with him, but it was so brief that he couldn’t really tell if it was something real or just his imagination. He needed to go back and try to make amends with her and see if there truly was something between them and find out why she had run out on them like she did.

He couldn’t think about that now. At least not for the next two weeks, as long as his dreams didn’t interfere. Bon Bon was in almost every dream he had now. Sometimes she was just in the background and other times she would talk to him in strange voices, mentioning something about not putting things in her bags. It was all very lucid and strange, but there was one dream that bugged him the most. Bon Bon was hanging off the side of a cliff and he had to save her before she fell. He couldn't remember if he saved her or not, but he did wake up in a panicked sweat. Thankfully, that particular dream had only visited him once.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the front door of the cabin swing open, followed by the sound of hooves on hardwood flooring. The hoofsteps were strange because it sounded like it was coming from two ponies. Did Lyra’s parents come to say hi to them or something? He hoped that wasn’t the case. He didn’t want to go out there and say hi to them without Lyra here. Maybe they would―

“Oh my, Lyra. This place is wonderful,” an eerily familiar voice sang from the living room, jerking Chris out of his thoughts.

‘Was… was that Bon Bon?’ Chris thought to himself in disbelief.

“Y-yeah, it’s, uhh, g-great,” Lyra responded in a more quiet and nervous tone.

‘That was definitely Lyra. What the hell is going on?’ Chris thought to himself as he slowly walked out of the kitchen. He peered around the corner to see that Bon Bon was indeed standing a few feet from the entryway. She was looking around the room and hadn’t noticed him yet. She was wearing what looked like dark, cream-colored saddlebags around her sides. Did that mean she was staying with them as well? Why didn’t Lyra tell him about this? Was Bon Bon staying with them his surprise?

Chris looked over to see Lyra standing in the entryway. She was looking right at him with a worried or scared expression on her face, but she didn’t have any saddlebags with her. Did she not bring anything for the vacation? Did she already unpack when she stocked the place with food?

“What’s going on here?” Chris asked softly from the kitchen’s entryway, causing Bon Bon to jump back and jerk her head towards him in surprise.

“C-C-CHRIS!?” Bon Bon shouted as she stared at him with wide and shocked eyes. “Wh-wh-what are you d-doing here?!” she asked in a shaky, loud voice before quickly turning her head towards Lyra. "You told me he wasn’t going to be here!”

Chris arched an eyebrow in confusion at Bon Bon’s shocked reaction. He looked back towards Lyra, who was now giving them both a nervous and sheepish smile. “You told her I wasn’t going to be here?”

Lyra laughed nervously as her horn started to light up. Before Chris could process what she was doing, she was gone in a bright flash and the front door had slammed shut.

“LYRA!!” Chris and Bon Bon shouted in unison before the whole cabin was engulfed in a golden aura.

There was a loud humming sound followed by a bright flash of gold light that temporarily blinded Chris, causing him to squint his eyes. He held his hand up to help shield his eyes as the light faded and the loud hum diminished into a more ethereal sound.

Chris’s eyes quickly began to readjust to his surroundings. He dropped his hand and walked out to the middle of the living room. He could see Bon Bon was rubbing her eyes with her forelegs.

Chris turned his attention to the door and quickly walked up to it. He turned the handle and pressed his side against the wood, but it didn’t move. He pulled back and slammed his body against the door with some force, but the door remained close. It didn’t even move an inch.

“W-What's going on?” Bon Bon asked, rubbing a single eye now. It looked like she could see again.

“I’m not sure,” Chris replied softly. “The door’s stuck," he added looking back at Bon Bon with a worried expression.

“What!?” Bon Bon shouted, dropping her hoof to the floor as both her eyes widened in disbelieving terror. "Th-that can’t be!"

Chris slammed his side into the door even harder, expecting the door to break from his force, but nothing happend.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Bon Bon repeated as she took a few quick steps back, away from Chris. “A-are we trapped?”

"I-I'm not sure," Chris replied in a slightly shaky voice. He looked to the window next to the door and stepped in front of it. He undid the latch and tried to push it open, only to have the same result as the door.

Chris looked out to see if something was outside obstructing the door and window, but all he could see was Lyra passed out in the snow. “LYRA!” Chris yelled.

“What?! What’s happening? Is she okay?!” Bon Bon asked from behind him.

“I don’t know. She’s passed out in the front of the cabin!” Chris quickly answered.

“WHAT!?” Bon Bon shouted.

Chris looked back to the door. He could see a small mailslot in the middle and thought he might be able to look through it and call out to Lyra and get her attention. She probably could hear him otherwise. He moved to the slot while Bon Bon ran up to the window, no doubt worried about her friend’s condition.

Bon Bon reared up on her hind legs and placed her forehooves on the windowsill as she pressed her muzzle against the glass. "Oh no! What's wrong with her?!' she asked in a horrified tone, not taking her eyes off the passed-out unicorn.

Chris bent down to his knees and lifted the small metal flap to peer out of the mailslot. “Lyra?!” he called loudly.

Chris could barely hear Lyra groaning, but that was a good sign, right? At least she was still breathing. "I think I can hear her breathing," he reassured Bon Bon.

Lyra started to slowly lift her head up, grunting loudly as she rubbed her head with a hoof before looking around, getting her bearings. She eventually looked towards the cabin with a deep, saddened frown that worried Chris.

“Lyra!" Chris called out to her loudly, causing her to flinch and look towards the mailslot. "What happened? Are you okay?”

Lyra’s frown deepened before she looked down and away from the door, still rubbing her head. “I-I’m... f-fine,” she answered in a soft whimper that Chris could barely hear, causing him to let out a sigh of relief. At least she was okay.

"What did she say? Is she okay?" Bon Bon asked, turning her gaze away from the window to look down at Chris.

“I think so. She said she was fine," Chris replied to her, keeping his focus on Lyra outside. “Lyra, the door is stuck. Do you think you can help us get out?”

Lyra kept her saddened gaze focused on the ground as she drooped her hoof down. She didn’t respond to him right away. “No…” she finally replied in a whisper while she mindlessly pushed some snow around with her hoof.

Chris leaned his head to the side a little so he could hear better. “I couldn’t hear you. Are you able to stand and help us?”

“No,” Lyra answered louder in a more normal tone.

“No!?” Chris repeated to himself loudly. “Are you hurt!?” he asked, fearing the worst.

"She's hurt!?" Bon Bon questioned, sounding panicked as she turned to look back out the window at Lyra.

Chris could see tears starting to well in Lyra’s eyes as she continued to stare down at the ground. “Lyra, what’s going on?” he asked softly.

“Please forgive me!” Lyra shouted as she jerked her head towards the cabin, peering at Chris with a saddened scowl as a single tear ran down her cheek.

Chris raised his eyebrow in confusion and worry. “Forgive you for what?”

“This was the only way to get Bon Bon to give you a chance!” Lyra added loudly as more tears started to stream down her face.

"What’s she saying?" Bon Bon asked.

Chris ignored Bon Bon’s question, starting to feel a little panicked. “Lyra… Love of my life and everything that is precious to me… You're really starting to scare me right now.”

“I can’t hear anything,” Bon Bon muttered to herself as she pressed her ear to the window.

“Please just tell me what’s going on,” Chris gently pleaded with Lyra.

"You two will be living in the cabin for at least two weeks... " Lyra stated in a somber tone, looking down at her hooves in the snow.

"What?" Chris questioned feeling even more panicked. "What do you mean?"

“I-I cast a restriction barrier around the cabin. It… it’ll last two weeks,” she explained a little more as she shut her teary eyes. “You won't be able to leave until the the spell... fades," she added, sounding regretful.

“You mean we’re stuck in here!?” Chris questioned loudly in horrified shock.

“WE’RE STUCK IN HERE!?” Bon Bon shouted next to him, causing Chris to flinch and cringe a little.

Chris looked up at Bon Bon with a worried expression that he couldn’t hide. “Lyra said she put a spell over the cabin to seal us in for two weeks.”

“T-t-two WEEKS!?” Bon Bon shouted with wide terrified eyes. “N-no! That can’t be! H-how did she even learn a spell like that?”

That was a good question. Chris turned back to the mailslot and peered back at Lyra. “Lyra, how did you even learn to do this? Is this even legal!?”

Lyra started to pick herself up on shaky legs until she was standing upright. She kept her head down and away from the cabin as she responded to Chris in a shaky voice. “T-twilight… helped me. She gave me some spell books to study at the library.”

“Twilight knows about this?!” Chris half shouted. There was no way Twilight would help Lyra do something like this.

“No," Lyra said, shaking her head slightly. "She only let me read her spell books at the library. I didn’t tell her why I wanted to study them.”

This was unreal. Why would Twilight give Lyra access to spell books like that? Chris knew that Lyra and Twilight had become very close friends since they were both helping him to get adjusted to life in Equestria, but did Twilight really trust Lyra enough to let her look at dangerous spell books?

There wasn’t much he could do about the situation now. He had to try and talk some sense into Lyra. She was the only one that could let them out. “Lyra, honey, listen to me. I know you really want Bon Bon and I to get to know each other, and trust me, so do I. But this isn’t the right way to go about it. You can’t just force us to live together and hope it will work out,” he stated, trying to keep his composure.

Lyra looked up at him with a serious but teary-eyed expression. “I know this will work out and I’m so sorry, Chris, but this is the only way. Bon Bon wouldn’t have given you a chance otherwise.”

Chris looked back to Bon Bon to see her still propped up on the windowsill. She was looking down at him with a scared and worried look. She was probably waiting to see if he could talk some sense into Lyra. It was probably true that Bon Bon might have never given him another chance to get to know her, but this was still wrong.

“Y-you said yourself you would give a-anything for a second chance with her,” Lyra added in a soft and shaky voice, causing Chris to turn back to her.

“Not like this, Lyra,” he answered softly in a somber tone. “Please, just let us out. Let's just talk about this,” he pleaded with her.

"I'm so sorry, Chris. I love you," Lyra whispered just loud enough so he could hear. "I love you both, and even if you both hate me when this is over I will still love you," she stated softly.

"This is nuts!" Chris shouted, feeling angry at this point. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Just let us out so we can all talk about this like sensible adults," he offered in the best mellow tone he could muster, hiding his annoyance.

Lyra turned her body around and looked over her shoulder at Chris. "This is the only way," she whimpered sadly as she quickly galloped off into the distance.

"Lyra! LYRA!" Chris shouted through the slot as he watched her disappear into the dense forest.

“She’s leaving?!” Bon Bon questioned loudly as she pressed her muzzle up against the glass.

"How could she do this!?" Chris asked himself loudly as he sat back on the hardwood flooring. He groaned, rubbing his eyes and bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "I can’t fucking believe this." Suddenly, he remembered that he wasn't alone.

Chris stopped his frustrated rubbing and slowly removed his hand before looking over to Bon Bon. She was still on the windowsill, but she was now looking down at him with a frightened and saddened look on her face. "So, umm, Bon Bon... how are you?" he asked forcing a bright smile.

"Y-you don't eat p-ponies do you?" Bon Bon asked suddenly in a soft and frightened voice as she dropped down from the window.

"Wh-what?" Chris questioned, shocked at the implicating question. "No! I would never eat a pony!" he answered her, raising his voice slightly, feeling offended that she would think that.

"O-oh t-that’s, ahh, g-good," Bon Bon stuttered, taking a few steps back towards the opened bedroom door. "I-I'm just goingtobeinhere!" she stated loudly as she flung herself around and bolted into the room, bucking the door shut. Chris could hear the lock on the other side click in place.

"Great!" Chris groaned loudly, falling back, letting the back of his head hit the hardwood floor with a loud thud. He moaned as he placed both of his palms on his face. "This is unbelievable!"

So this is what Lyra had been doing this whole time. She had been running off to act out this little scheme of hers. How could he have been so blind, so stupid!?

Chris sighed deeply, throwing his arms away and letting them fall to the floor. He should’ve know she was up to something and he should’ve tried harder to find out what Lyra was doing. She had been acting so odd ever since that day at the restaurant, but he trusted her so much. He never would have thought she would do something this extreme! They were definitely going to have a serious talk when this was all over. How can he trust her after what she just did?

But if this whole thing was Lyra’s big plan all along, then why in all of Equestria was there a bag of chicken sitting in the refrigerator right now?

“Lyra you idiot!” Chris groaned loudly, rolling over on his side. How could she think that was a good idea? She knew how Bon Bon reacted when he ordered the rabbit at The Everfree Moon. He would have to throw the bag out if he could, but if he didn’t have a proper way to dispose of it, it would just rot and stink up the place. He couldn’t cook and eat something like that with Bon Bon around, especially knowing how uncomfortable she was with the stuff. Maybe he could flush it down the toilet, but these pony toilets clogged so easily. It would have to stay in the refrigerator for now until he could think of a better way to dispose of it. Perhaps Bon Bon wouldn’t even know what it was as long as he kept it in the bag.

Chris sighed in frustration, trying to piece together everything that happened. Lyra had just gone crazy and sealed him away with her best friend who was now locked in the bedroom. Guess that means he would be sleeping on the couch. That was fine, but this was going to be a long two weeks if Bon Bon didn’t come out of that room. He would go insane if he didn’t get some kind of interaction with someone, or in this case somepony.

Meanwhile in the bedroom, Bon Bon frantically paced back in forth. “Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no,” she quietly repeated to herself in a panic. “This can’t be happening. This just can’t be happening.”

Bon Bon let herself collapse to the floor, throwing both her forelegs over her head as the weight of her current situation started to sink in. She thought about how she had never been alone with the human before and the thought scared her. Chris was a nice stallion, but he was intimidating to be alone with.

Her natural pony instincts kept pecking away in the back of her mind, telling her to run and escape this horrible situation. There was still so much that was unknown about Chris, other than he had scary-looking spider hooves and he ate poor little bunnies. She prayed to Celestia that he wouldn’t grab her with those hands of his. Why did they have to look so much like spiders!?

'Lyra, what in the hay were you thinking?!' Bon Bon mentally chastised her friend as she whimpered to herself on the floor. Lyra had done a lot of crazy stuff over the years, but this was something else entirely. Did Lyra even thoroughly think about this little plan of hers? How in the hay were they supposed to live in a small cabin for two whole weeks? What would happen if one of them got seriously hurt? Or what if they ran out of food!?

Wait, did they even have food in the cabin?

Bon Bon jerked her head up in sudden realization. She didn’t know what their food situation was like, and knowing Lyra it wasn’t unlikely that she didn’t think this plan through enough to remember important things like that. She needed to go out and make sure they had something to live off of, but Chris was still out there...

Bon Bon whimpered as she cowered at the thought. Just thinking about the tall stallion on the other side of the door frightened her, which lead her to think what would happen if they did start to starve. There was no doubt that Chris had to eat a lot since he was so gigantic. And he was a meat eater. That meant if he got hungry enough he might turn his sights to her.

She had to get out of here!

Bon Bon quickly jumped to her hooves, causing her saddlebags to slip off her sides as she scanned the room for any possible way out. Her sights fell upon the window and she galloped up to it, rearing up on her hind legs. She unlocked the latch with her teeth, then pressed both hooves up against the cold glass and pushed hard, but the window stayed frozen in place. “Oh, horse apples!”

Bon Bon groaned but took a deep breath to help calm herself down a bit. “Okay, Bon Bon. You’re an earth pony. You can break this easy,” she quietly encouraged herself as she reared her forelegs back. She shut her eyes tight before slamming her hooves against the glass with all her strength. She hit the sturdy, unyielding window hard, making a shockwave of pain run up her legs.

“GAHH!” Bon Bon yelped, falling back against the floor. She curled up around her aching forelegs, pressing them between her thighs, hoping it would somehow dull the pain. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!” she whimpered helplessly.

No sooner after she had fallen did she hear several hard knocks on the door. “Bon Bon!” Chris cried from the other side. “Are you okay in there?!”

Hearing Chris’s concerned voice actually helped Bon Bon to relax, which was a little surprising to her. She started to realize how ridiculous she was being at the moment. Chris wouldn’t eat her. Nopony that would go so far out of their way to get her that firelily would ever wish her harm. He even said himself that he doesn’t eat ponies, or so he says. He could just be saying that to get her to drop her guard then when she wasn’t looking he’d―no he wouldn’t. She had to stop thinking like that, but it was so hard when she knew so little about him.

“Bon Bon, can you hear me? Is everything okay?” Chris asked in a slightly more scared tone as he jiggled the door handle.

“Y-yes! S-sorry!” Bon Bon quickly reassured him. “I-I just, umm, dropped s-something that’s all! N-No need to come in,” she added in the best cheerful tone she could manage, helping to hide her pain. “I-I’m fine really,” she giggled nervously.

There was a small moment of silence, before Chris spoke again. “Can I come in?”

Those four simple words made Bon Bon’s heart start to beat faster in her chest and caused her to curl up tighter on the floor. It scared her… “Uhh, n-no, I just want to,” she paused, trying to think of any excuse she could to not open that door. “T-take a-a... little nap… y-yeah! S-sorry. I’m just super tired from walking and everything,” she stammered quickly with an unconvincing laugh, unable to hide the nervousness in her voice.

Bon Bon could hear a heavy sigh through the wooden door, followed by a long moment of silence before Chris spoke again. “Look, Bon Bon I...” he paused, “I just wanted to say... I’m sorry about what happened today with Lyra. I had no idea she was planning all this.”

Bon Bon frowned a little, letting her body relax so she could look up at the door. “Also... well, I’m sorry for what happened at the restaurant,” Chris added in a disheartened tone.

That apology took Bon Bon by surprise. He didn’t do anything wrong at the restaurant. Why is he blaming himself for what happened when she was the one that brutally attacked him?

Bon Bon sat upright a little more and was about to open her mouth to respond, but Chris continued, interrupting her again. “And I hope we might be able to become friends?”

She wasn’t ready for that question. She wanted to say something, anything, but what could she say? It wasn’t that she didn’t want to become friends with him, but… It would be better for everypony if she just kept her distance from him, but what could she say to him right now? Could she just simply explain to him why things wouldn’t work? Or would he not understand and just end up even more hurt?

“Well, if you need anything,” Chris said softly with a pause, interrupting her thoughts, “I’ll just be on the couch, I guess,” he offered sadly before walking away. Bon Bon could hear the sound of his two long legs stepping across the floor, causing the wood to creak as he walked away, leaving her all alone.

Bon Bon furrowed her brow sadly, looking down at her forelegs. The pain in her legs had faded, but was replaced with a strange pain in her chest. She should’ve said something to him, shouldn’t she?

She had to try and avoid him from now on and the only way to do that was staying in this room. She might not be able to eat much if she did that, but that was fine. Surely she could last two weeks without food. It couldn’t be that hard, plus she needed to go on a diet anyway, but she wouldn’t last long without water. She could get it from the sink in the bathroom. That would be the only time she could leave, and she would have to do it when Chris was sleeping.

It was a terrible plan, but it was the only option she had. Hopefully there was a little food in the cabin somewhere for Chris so he wouldn’t be tempted to eat her later.

Bon Bon sighed heavily, dropping her head down. ‘Stop thinking like that Bon Bon,’ she mentally scolded herself. These next two weeks are going to be a living Tartarus.

Bon Bon turned her head to the window again and saw that she actually managed to crack it a little, but it didn’t matter even if she did break it completely. She couldn’t break the barrier spell behind the glass.

She sighed deeply again, letting her body fall limply on the floor. With nothing else to do, she curled up and let herself drift off to sleep.

Author's Notes:

Hindsight is 20/20 Chris.

Here, I'll let you guys have a small preview of what the sitcom cabin will be like.

Make sure to play this while you read it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbgrSdRs9bQ

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“Bon Bon!” Chris shouted from the kitchen. “Did you eat all my cheese crackers again?” he asked in annoyance.

Bon Bon rolled her eyes at him from the couch she was sitting on. “I don’t know what your talking about Chris,” she countered with a huff. “I never ate your crackers that were hidden under the kitchen counter.”

“You ate my hidden crackers to?!” Chris yelled in disbelief. “One of these days Bon Bon. One of these days!!” He groaned angrily as he ball up his fist and shook it firmly in her general direction.

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Nah, but seriously. I'm so freaking excited to finally be at this part!! I can't wait to show you guys what happens next lol.

Also I have to give a shout out to my editors Laven Eclipse and ButtonSweetiePuff. They really helped me to make sure the cabin stuff was sounding good and it wasn't to confusing to read.

Let me know what you guys think and if anything is missing or misspelled just let me know so I can fix it!

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