There's three gentle knocks at your door. You open it wide.

"Wow, Anon. You really didn't waste any time."

You nod, leaning against the door frame.

"I got things to do. Kind of. Not really. I guess I just thought I'd try cutting the bullshit for once."

"I... see?" Fluttershy says in confusion. "So, uhm. Happy birthday and stuff."

"Birthdays aren't my fetish."

"N-no. I-I actually don't have a fetish guess today."

You pause, staring at her. She stares right back at you.

"Okay, this is officially creepy."

"Honestly, this is really weird for me too."

Another awkward silence hangs between the two of you.

"D-do... do you wanna come in or something?" you ask.

"Uh, sure?" she says. You step to the side and Fluttershy trots inside your house. Your television is playing one of your favorite movies, 'Wicked Frozen'. It was a weird crossover musical that was really cool in theory but it got really confused about what it was trying to do later on. Like, the script even tells the actors and actresses to improv their own ending. It's really weird.

You sit down on the couch and Fluttershy sits on the opposite end. The two of you occasionally exchange awkward glances.

"Hey, Fluttershy, dumb question," you ask.

"Yeah?" she replies, looking back to you.

"You ever think it's weird how we can just be super chill one day, and the next day trying to murder each other?"

"I honestly really don't think about it that often," she replies. "Besides. We've never tried to kill each other, have we?"

"Not really, it's just a figure of speech," you add.

You watch as one of the actresses on stage trips and falls on her face trying to have ice defy gravity. It doesn't work.

"Do you want me to order a pizza or something?" you ask.

"No way! It's your birthday. My treat."

"Aw sweet!" you reply. "Thanks."

"Extra sausage, right?"

"Gross. Don't be- Wait. Yeah that's my favorite toppings."

"Cool."

Fluttershy walks into the kitchen and calls the local pizza shop as you sit watching the television. Huh. Well cool. Who would have thought that even Fluttershy would give you a day off from fetish guesses.

So then you and Fluttershy hung out and had pizza.

It was pretty chill.

Author's Notes:

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