Your name is… Munstah. You were never actually given a name, but you were always called that by everyone. Except your brother. Speaking of your brother, you currently just escaped a monster far worse than you that gave forever sleepies to your entire herd. Not that you minded much, the only one you cared for out of them was your brother. But right now he’s currently sleeping. He suddenly fell asleep after you ran away, and he has to wake up.
You keep nudging your brother to wake him up, but he just wont get up. You know he isn’t taking forever sleepies, he’s still moving, but you just get nervous and fidgety without anything to do. You’ve never been free to do whatever you want, so you want your first free action to be good. You think and think until you realize, he saved his food for you! You should go get food for him! Alright, time to go!
Its been a short amount of time since you left your brother alone, but you know he’ll be fine. He was smart enough to think of that amazing escape plan, so you just need to worry about yourself. Not before long, you find yourself in a weird place. There’s so many different paths, you think you heard your mummah talking about this place.
“Dummeh Daddeh say Dandewion nu can haf babbehs! So Dandewion weave dummeh housie and haf babbehs anyway!”
“Wow.” Your brother used to say, she always liked telling this story.
“Dandewion gu into su many dawkie pwaces, hab tu eat suuu many twash nummies, bu’ den fin’ smawty spechuw fwend!”
This has to be the dawkie pwace she was talking about, but that doesnt matter now. Twash nummies or not, you’re on a mission. You keep walking, but then you hear the familiar tune that you used to despise.
“Mummah wuv babbehs, babbehs wuv mummah, mummah wuv bestest babbeh, bestest babbeh wuv mummah…”
Currently trying to contain your absolute mess of emotions, you slowly approach, and see a blue mare with a green mane. She’s currently nursing a fat foal, the same shade of blue as her. Two other foals are next to her, chasing eachother. One’s red, and the other is purple. But what terrifies is, is the brown foal, long dead, covered in a pile of poopies. You steel your nerves and approach, doing your best to hide your wings.
“Nice Mawe…? Can babbeh hab nummies? Mummah go fowebah sweepies because of bawkie munstah.” The mare turns her attention towards you.
“Pointy babbeh nee’ nummies? Dat am otay! Mummah hab nummies!” She places out some twashie nummies. Not the best, but good enough. You slowly approach, keeping your head up high to hide your wings.
“Huu huu… tank yu…”
“Nu take aww nummies! Jus’ widdle.”
Alright then, your plan was to get all the food. But one way or another, you know you can. You hang your head down, and the mares eyes widen.
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE! MUNSTAH!”
She swings her entire body to the side to evade you, crushing her two foals in the process. She grabs her bestest babbeh and runs as fast as possible, screaming her head off the entire way. You didn’t want to kill those two in the process… you walk up to the corpses, then realize that one is still alive.
“kaff kaff pwease… pweave gib fowebah sweepies…”
You close your eyes and raise your hoof. This is an act of mercy, you tell yourself. Its doing the right thing. Don’t let it suffer…
SQUISH
You turn away, having the worst heart hurties ever. You gave another fluffy forever sleepies. But it asked for it… its not your fault, right? Bah, this is useless! You cant worry about this! You need to go get this to your brother! You pick up as many nummies as you can, which isn’t alot. Then you see a weird see through thing. You nudge it, and realize it can hold the nummies! You shove all the food into the bag, grab it, and start heading off.
. . .
Your name is… well, you still don’t have a name. You recently escaped the awful herd you were apart of, with your sister. After running for your life, you collapsed and fell asleep. You start to get up, and blink your eyes away. You’re in an alleyway, and when you get up, you look around, and begin to panic. Shit, SHIT! Where’s your sister? She couldn’t have died, right? She was right next to you…
“Bwuddah? Munstah am back wif nummies…”
Oh thank whatever the hell your kind prays to. Shes alive and well, and she even brought a bag of food. How she got it, you have no idea. Then you notice some stains in her fluff. She was crying. Her hoof had blood on it. But you decide to not bring it up, it would make it all worse.
“How did you get all of this? You did an amazing job!”
She smiles a bit. “Munstah foun mawe. Mawe wun way and weaf aww nummies.” Her smile turns into a scowl. “Munstah saw mawe had bestest babbeh. Gabe bwown babbeh fowebah sweepies. Took aww nummies.”
Wow, you’ve never felt prouder. Your sister found all of this food for you two, and even delivered some sweet justice in the process. Helping her drag the bag over, you topple a box and crawl inside. Munching on the food while your sister naps from the exhausting day, you think to yourself. What happened? She said the mare had a bestest babbeh and shat on her brown foal until it died, so maybe that meant… Oh god. The mare most likely killed a foal while running from her, or maybe it lived and she had to put it out of its misery. The possibilities are endless. Did she kill it in self defense? Out of anger? Pity? You don’t know. You just hope she tells you. You stay up, and keep watch for her.
Things would be better now.