Today's just another average day in Ponyville. You stand in front of your bedroom mirror, staring intently. Raising the palm of your left hand, you place your right fist in the center of your palm. You take a deep breath, calming your nerves.

"RO."

You slam your fist.

"SHAM-BO!"

Throwing out a pair of scissors, your reflection throws a matching pair. You nod, picking up a piece of paper, tallying another mark in the "tie" column.

"Hmmm... One of these days, if I have an evil reflection that exists in a satanic mirror world, he's going to bite and finally try to beat me. And when it does, I'll be ready."

You look down at the 437 ties you've marked down on your time in Equestria. Smiling to yourself, you skip down the stairs of your home and prep to make some oatmeal. Grabbing the oats, you fill about 1/4th cup in a bowl, and fill it to just drowning. Pouring the contents into a pot on the stove, you turn on the heat and turn on the coffee maker. Then, the knocking at the door diverts your attention.

"Oh! That must be Fluttershy."

You jog to the door and throw it open to reveal the yellow pegasus on the other side. She holds up, what looks like a lollypop on a string. Fluttershy swings it back and forth in front of you.

"You are becoming very relaaxxed," she mutters.

You stare at her blankly.

"Your eyes follow the pendulum carefully, letting yourself fall under my control."

"Uh. Hi Fluttershy."

"You are being hyyyppnotized," she says. "Being hyyypnotiized iss your feetttissshhh."

"Uhhhh."

You stare down at the mare, who doesn't seem to be reacting to you.

"After I count down from five, you will be under my total controlll."

"No, I wont," you say flatly.

"Five... Four..."

What the hell is with this mare?

"Three... Two..."

Wait, what if this actually works? Are you in danger?

"One. Sleep."

Fluttershy falls over, her eyes closed. Silence falls between you and the mare that is currently passed out on your porch.

"Uhh. Fluttershy?"

She lies still on the wooden planks in front of you. You look around outside, where no other ponies are watching. Taking a step back, you slowly close your front door. Then, moving to your closet, you grab a blanket, then open your door again. You lay the blanket over her. Snapping your fingers by her ear, she doesn't respond.

"Shit. She's dead."

You close the door and call the police. Of course, today's just another average day in Ponyville.