You wake up to another bright, snow covered day in Equestria. You get out of bed and scratch your ass, as per usual. You can't say you didn't sleep well, but you hardly feel well rested. There's gotta be a reason for it, but meh. Shower first.

You shed your night shirt and head into the bathroom, then peer into the mirror. Your eyes grow wide. It's only then you notice how sore your chest feels.

Carved across it, mirrored in your reflection is the word "Storage".

Why is the word 'storage' carved backward into your chest? You blink, dumbfounded. What happened yesterday? You pause. You strain to remember. Three knocks at a door. A fetish guess. And... and. Wait. Was there?

You step out of the bathroom and move to your storage room. You turn the door handle, but it's locked. That's strange. You don't remember putting a lock on this door. You head downstairs, examining your surroundings carefully.

On the table is a note, and a key. The note simply says "Take a shower." You grab the key, head upstairs, and try the key on the door. Sure enough, the bolt clicks, and the door opens at your touch.

The room is nearly bare. There's a nurse hat lying in the corner by a suitcase filled with your clothes. A pile of papers is stackd neatly beside the suitcase. You move to the papers and immediately recognize your own handwriting.

You don't remember writing this. Any of this.

"Remain calm. First and Foremost. Fluttershy will knock soon and likely do her guess. You have a marefriend. Her name is Red. She's gone, and you don't remember why. You killed Fluttershy, and she killed you. For some reason, everything kept going. If you're alive, Red must be too."

"Also, you have dog treats for some reason. Maybe you have a dog? It's weird."

Then, there are three gentle knocks on the door downstairs.

You rise to your feet, feeling a tension rising in the back of your throat. As you walk out of the room, you notice one more sign.

"She cannot know."

You close the door behind you. Lock it. You descend the stairs, trying to keep your breathing regular and steady. You can't help but feel somewhat helpless and insecure in your own home. Why aren't you remembering these things? What is going on?

You slip your key underneath the living room rug. Then open the door wide.

On the other side is Fluttershy, all bundled up, he breath making whispy clouds of steam in the morning air.

"Good Morning, Anon! How are you feeling today?" she asks happily.

You pause for a moment, only the slightest, unnoticable moment.

"About as good as any other fucking day," you retort. "Got another guess today? Or have you finally decided you should do something productive with your life?"

"Nope!" Fluttershy says. "Today my guess is little ponies."

Then, stepping from behind her is the little filly you recognize as Applebloom.

"Anon, Ah'm confused," she says, looking up at you. "Fluttershy keeps usin this peaderfail word. What is a pea-der-fail?"

Then, a small colt steps from Fluttershy's other side, holding a small sheet of paper.

"I want to make... what does this say?" he asks Fluttershy.

"Yaoi," she says patiently.

"I want to make the yaoi bubbles happen with you," Rumble reads off his sheet of paper.

"Oh! Right!" Applebloom says, pulling out a small sheet of paper. "What 'er we goin to do on the bed, oni-chan?"

You slam the door in the ponies faces, deeming that a properly correct response to any sort of pedophile related guesses, then turn and head back upstairs. You look over your shoulder to find the yellow pegasus looking in through your living room window.

Now wouldn't be a good time to grab the key and keep investigating. Maybe there's more clues somewhere else to what's going on.

You ascend the stairs your home, then freeze.

The storage room door is open.

You step forward, step by step. Then peer inside.

Sitting inside is a yellow pegasus, sitting patiently on the ground. Pink hair, cyan blue eyes. And a black clerical collar on their neck.

"I think it's time we had another little chat," he says. "Come in, shut the door behind you. We won't be disturbed by her."