I suppose I've eaten up enough of your time.

After all. This story is about you.

It's a sunny, beautiful day in Equestria. The birds are chirping. The grass flows gently in the breeze. Your bed lies still, unmade. A drop of water drips from your shower head. A dark inch of coffee sits at the bottom of your coffee pot, cold and stale.

In the depths of Saddle Arabia, the night is dark and filled with panic. The screeching wakes you from your slumber. You ripping open your sleeping bag and move to your knees, your head rubbing the top of the sleeping bag.

"What the hell is going on?" you ask, looking to the mares around you. Colgate rubs her eyes with a hoof and Roseluck leaps to her hooves, grabbing her weapon.

"I don't know..." Rose says. "That's the scramble. They need all of us in formation."

"But there's no gunfire or anything," you say, looking back to Colgate, who lays back down and puts a pillow on her ears.

"Yeah, but an order is an order," Rose says. "Let's get out there."

"But whyyyyy," Colgate moans.

Rose exits the tent, throwing on her helmit and hastily exiting the tent. Your eyes move to Fluttershy's bag, which is empty. Unsurprising. She hasn't slept in your tent since the first night. You may not be able to hurt her, but she sure didnt like the gun to her face. Taught her not to think you've let your guard down when you're asleep.

You throw on a shirt, your helmet, and snag your gun before picking up Colgate out of bed with her weapon.

"Fine, I'm up," She groans. "Just put me down."

"Fine," you mutter, letting go of her. She falls to the ground in a clump. "Now go. I'm not helping you like this again."

You're probably being more harsh than you need to be, but on the other hand, you feel like you should cut yourself some slack. After all, the situation is kind of fucked. You haven't felt this trapped since... since.

Wait, Fluttershy did kidnap you and keep you in her basement. That actually happened. You didn't dream that.

A stabbing pain shoots through your head, and you rub your eyes to shake the feeling off before you move forward.

"I'm going. If you aren't in formation, it's not my fault."

"I'm up. Just give me, like. Five minutes," Colgate mumbles as she moves to her hooves.

You make a turn and see the line of horses in uniform, prepping for... something. This drill is stupid. But on the other hand, maybe this isn't a drill. But who would do a drill in the middle of the night.

You feel Two hard pulls on your waist, and you turn to two stallions who glare at you.

"You need to come with us, Anonymous."

"Why?" you ask. "What's going on."

You take a moment to examine them. You can't help but notice their sickly brown coats and dust free white manes. They were pristine.

"What what shower cleaned you guys so well in this desert?"

"You need to come with us, Anonymous."

"For who?"

"Fluttershy."

"A random private, huh?" you add.

"You need to come with us, Anonymous."

"You know what? No. I don't think I will."

You turn and fall in line with the rest of the ponies.

A shot rings out, you fall to the ground, your face colliding to the ground in an instant. Your entire leg screams and burns as if the skin peels away from itself. You look down to the puddle of red where your left foot rests on the ground, blood leaking out of your brown leather shoe.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"No is not an option. You need to come with us, Anonymous," One of the stallions says, holstering his weapon.

"Well fucking fine. Jesus Christ. How do you expect for me to walk with a bullet in my foot?!"

"You don't," the stallion says. "Please rise to your feet and come with us."

You look down to your foot, and to your shock, it's completely healed. You didn't even feel when the pain left. It was there one second, and the next it simply wasn't.

You grab your gun, unsure if it could even help you at this point, and rise to your feet. Placing one foot in front of the other, you break away from the ponies and follow the two stallions towards the large tent in the center of the camp.