“That’s good, I’m glad to hear it. You must be curious as to where you are. Right now, we’re in my house. In my bedroom, to be exact. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I’m sure you have a lot.”>You look at her, waiting for a reply.>The pony shrinks back under your gaze, shaking ever so slightly in fear.>You aren’t too surprised, she probably isn’t quick to trust.
“It’s okay if you’d like some time to clear your head. I can leave if you want.”>The part of your mind that’s still quite irrational from the recent events is asking you why you just offered to leave your own damn room, but your calmer side tells you it’s the right thing to do.>Still now answer. Maybe you should leave her be for now.
“Well, if you need anything, please, don’t be afraid to ask.”>You can see her body become a bit less tense at your attempt to reassure her that your intensions are good.>To give her a bit of space, you back off to your desk and sit.>So… First contact didn’t go as well as you had hoped.>Can’t say it wasn’t expected, though.>Now then, what were you doing before she woke up?>Oh right, the thread.>This time you’re focused.>Before you know it, you’re back at the page that may or may not have started all of this.>Hopefully there’s something in here that will shed some light on the events that have unfolded.>Starting from the top, you scroll through the posts that are shown, paying closer attention for any underlying hints.>Sadly, by the time you reach the end of the thread, you are left with a lack of answers.>With a sigh, you put your arms on your desk and lean forward.>The pain comes almost instantly.
“Gah..! Damn, what the hell?”>Your eyes shoot down to your arms as you turn them to your face.>You can’t decide whether or not it is surprising that you forgot you fell onto broken glass earlier.>Small trickles of blood stream down your arms, telling you that these aren’t just a few small scratches.