One foot moves in front of the other as you walk through the well worn paths outside of town. The leaves are beginning to turn outside of Ponyville and a chill is in the year again. Soon there will be planning for the running of the leaves, the hot chocolate will be running off the shelves, and Rarity's hidden store of thick sweaters will be back on the shelves. You can't help but smile at your surroundings. Fall has always been your favorite time of year. Likely because there isn't as much pressure or obligation to get outside and 'be social', but the option is still available if your feeling lonely. And if you're honest with yourself?

You kinda are.

It's been years. At least two years -Or was it three? Four?- since you came to Equestria and other than the yellow pony that plagues you, there hasn't been a lot of love in your life. In fact? You'd be hard pressed to say you have many friends. It's not really a problem, to be honest. You're a reclusive, quiet person. It's easier this way.

A leaf floats on the wind, and you reach out, snagging it. You examine it's crisp surface. You look at the veins and lines in the leaf, pondering to yourself it's fragility. It's ability to just be plucked, and then... that's it. Gone.

You hold the leaf in your palm, enclose your fingers on it, listening to it crunch and crack under ther pressure. It's pieces flow into the wind, separated into ashes. You watch as the wind carries them off, then see her trotting in the distance towards you.

Fluttershy.

She has dark circles under her eyes and a saddle bag. The poor pony probably spent the whole night working on a new fetish guess under the hopeful attempt to win your heart. By going through your pants. It's would be cute if it weren't so damn creepy.

You turn and attempt to walk away from her, but you know it's just a matter of time before she trots up and says

"Hi Anon!" Fluttershy calls, galloping up beside you.

"Hey, Flutters," you say, hoping if you keep your sentences short and sweet, it'll be over quicker.

"How are you?"

"Fine."

"Isn't the weather wonderful?" she asks happily. "I positively love autumn. It's just so calm and peaceful..."

"What do you want?" you ask in a growl.

Why the hell doesn't she just get to the damn point already? You stare at the ground, hands in your pockets.

"W-well, we've been seeing each other a long time now, right?" she says.

"If by 'seeing' you mean 'using our eyes to acknowledge each other' then yes."

"Well, don't you think that... well. That's some sort of sign?"

"A sign you're a stalker, maybe," you say. "What are you getting at?"

"Uhm..." she says, searching for what to say. She starts to say something, but it all comes out in muffled whispers and she stumbles over her own words. You groan to yourself and push forward.

"Listen, if you don't have something to say, or some sort of fetish."

"I-I do!"

You stop, turning to her with a fire in your eyes. You feel your fists clench.

"Then just get it over with already!" you shout at her.

Fluttershy stops and stares up at you. She smiles to herself. A sort of smile that almost doesn't even acknowledge that you're there. You hold your ground, despite not being able to read Fluttershy for once.

She buries her face into her saddle bag and takes a moment to search around for her prop. You roll your eyes, tapping your foot.

"Mhm!" she says, her mouth clearly gripped on something.

She whips her head in one quick motion, and a shooting pain rings up your leg. You scream at the top of your lungs and find that your left leg can't hold you upright anymore. You fall to the ground in shock.

Your blood pumps. You feel your leg growing colder, you look down to your leg and find an axe buried inside, blood soaking the pant leg at a growing rate.

"WHA! NO! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!"

You hyperventilate, when you look back to your assailant, she's buried her head back into her bag. She pulls out a small metal pipe and holds it in a hoof.

"We've been seeing each other a long time, Anon," she says flatly. "And I've attempted to give you every chance at doing this the nice way. But some animals just need a little tough love."

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" you scream at her, using your arms to push yourself away.

You shake as you attempt to retreat, but your leg screams every time it moves.

"Nothing at all, Anon," she says. "Nothing's wrong with being true to your feelings. And after all the pain and abuse you've put me through, you owe me this."

She raises her hoof in the air.

"Now, we have to do this the hard way."

It's brought down in-between your eyes, and the world fades to black.