Snow falls slowly outside your home. It's quiet. Not the quiet that puts a dull ringing into your ears, but rather the silence of a dense solitude. A solitude that makes you acutely aware of how alone you are.

Not that you should be surprised. You've always been alone.

You sip your morning coffee, which is as dense, delicious, and calming as usual. Nothing's better than a day off work. You don't know what you would do if you had to deal with--

You pause for a moment. What is your job? Paperwork for the Mayor? Picking apples with Applejack? Assistant librarian for Twilight? Wait. Twilight doesn't live in a library. How long as that--

There are three gentle knocks at your door, and you shake yourself out of your mental stupor. It must just be one of those days. Brainfarts happen to you more than you'd like. But hey, when don't people walk into a room occasionally and forget why they went in? It's natural. Hell the other day you walked into your storage room and--

Wait. What do you even store? Whatever. Door first.

You open the door wide and there, right in front of you, is Fluttershy. She wears a warm, pink scarf that clearly hasn't shaded her face from the cold, wet snow. It's stuck all over-ohmygod.

"Good Morning, Anon!" Fluttershy says happily. "Are Cumshots your fetish?"

You pause, looking at the massive amount of drippy white fluid that covers her face. You open your mouth slightly, ready to ask questions. But you realize you probably don't want to know how she got so much semen. You'd rather make sure it doesn't drip onto your welcome mat. You're proud of that shit. It cost 20 bits.

"No," you say, your tone betraying your massive confusion.

"Oh well," she sighs. She licks the cum off her face like the intro from Scooby-Doo before she continues. "Are you going to Twilight's Hearth Warming's Eve party tomorrow?"

You blink twice.

"Uh, I'm not sure I got an invitation," you say.

Fluttershy looks taken aback, then peers behind you, pointing to your refrigerator. Sure enough, there on it is a small purple card with Twilight's cutie mark, perched on top of it seems to be a sprig of holly or some shit.

"Oh. Well, uh. I guess so."

"Wonderful!" Fluttershy says happily. "I hope to see you there."

Fluttershy trots away, a spring in her step and humming a jolly little song. You can't help but feel off as you close the front door. You move to the fridgerator and read over the card, unsure how you could have possibly forgotten about it. This isn't like you, Anon. Are you okay? Are you okay?

You pause. There was something else you wanted to check.

Something.

...

It probably wasn't important.

you're probably not important.