You lay in bed, feeling the chains of exhaustion still holding you tightly to your sheets. But you definitely slept. The light that assaults your closed eyelids is proof of that.

You roll over, trying to push yourself away from the bright light that tells you 'Get the fuck up, you lazy shit. What the hell is wrong with you? Why can you never wake up when you actually -want- to get up? You always tell yourself that you'll get up early, but you never fucking do. This is why your life is-'

Woah. Dude. Reader. Chill. It's fine. This is a safe place. Let go. Okay? Back to the story.

Anyway, you roll over, and feel something curious tickle you nose. Whatever. It's probably a fly or some shit. You wrinkle your nose, but it just doesn't seem to leave. Raising a hand from under the covers, your brush your nose and feel a soft, strand-like-

Holy fuck that's hair.

You open your eyes, and two black, lifeless voids peer back at you. Your legs push hard. Your body forgets how to body. Springboarding yourself out of your bed, you push away from the foreign intruder in a way that doesn't have a girly scream attached. You crawl backward once you hit the floor, trying to get a view of your bed.

Motionless, a yellow pony lies in your bed, eyes wide open. Mouth wide, hair immaculate.

"WHAT THE FUCK, FLUTTERSHY?!"

But she does not move. She does not speak. Only stares at you. Her body lies in odd, contorted ways and you try to rise to your feet.

"This isn't funny. We did the fucking horror thing already. Forget about it. Go home."

But again she lies still. Taking three steps towards her, you notice something else that's odd. Is that... Is that thread? In her hooves, along her joints. Is that stitching in her fur?

You move closer and raise a hand toward her. She refuses to move or acknowledge your presence.

You poke her, and feel room-temperature fabric over a weird rubbery flesh. It... almost feels real. You rip the covers back and find that she's shaped exactly like Fluttershy.

You pause for a moment. You look to her tail. You tilt your body a little.

Yep, that horrifying creation is anatomically correct.

"Nope!" you say aloud, picking up the craft.

Walking straight downstairs, you move to the front door. Opening it wide, Fluttershy sits on the other side, smiling up at you.

"Are dolls your-"

"Nope!" You say aloud, tossing the creature at her.

"But I worked so har-"

Then, you slam the door in her face.

After that, you decided to sleep on the couch for a week.