You wake up at the crack of noon. Just like every other day, you head to the bathroom and do your business. Then, after tossing on some clothes, you trudge downstairs. On the final step,you trip and fall flat on your face, biting your tongue in the process. Dang man. That shit hurts. I mean, you aren't bleeding or anything, because that isn't this kinda story, but it is what it is. This is going to be a bad day. No good day starts like this. You should probably just go back to bed right now.

You hear three gentle knocks at the door before rising to your feet. Taking a deep breath, you decide to embrace your destiny. Also, if you didn't, you'd probably be fired and be replaced with some other Anon who would do it even better. And would have better jokes. You have a family to feed, goddamnit. You can't take that risk. You rip open your front door and see YellowDoormat standing on your front porch, just like every other day.

"What, Fluttershy?" you ask, folding your arms. "Just get it over with."

Fluttershy whimpers quietly as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a tiny bell. She hangs it on her wing before pulling out a tiny mallet with her mouth. With a twitch of her neck, she lets the mallet connect with the bell, letting a gentle ting ring through your home.

She drops the mallet at your feet before looking up to you.

"A-are bells that I made your fetish?" she asks meekly. "I-it's kind of an inside joke that nopony will understand."

You stare down at the pony, in all of her goldenrod awkwardness. Taking a step back, you slowly close the door in her face, before turning away to make your morning coffee.

"I swear these make less and less sense every day," you groan. "But at least that particular fetish guess is out of the ring."