So, DH2 is on pause for a while until I can fully grasp the full plot (no pun intended) so to make up for that, One Bye One will continue when I happen to feel emotionally compromised enough.
So with out any further due, I give you…
(Disclaimer- me don't own MLP)
The more days go by.
The leaves gently danced on the ground with the wind, the raindrops adding moisture to the bitter sting of cold air. The moon hiding behind a blanket of black and grey clouds, like a sleeping child gently tucked into bed. Nothing in the house was stirring, well, almost nothing. The tapping and clacking of keyboard keys emanated from a room, the monitor lighting up with words. The clacking stopped, as the figure sitting in a seat grasped a mug of tea. Taking a swing, he saved the file entitled DH3: Fallen leaves. Taking a weary look at the clock in the corner of the screen, he could barely make out the time. He pressed down on his mobile phone, the screen came to life. He read the time. 4:00 Am. He sighed, and turned off the computer.
He flicked the light switch, shrouding the room in darkness, carefully making his way to the stairs.
He crept up slowly, not wanting the floorboards to creak and wake the members of his family up. He shut his bedroom door behind him, as a thunderous noise crashed outside his home simultaneously as a white blinding light flashed around the house.
The figure shrugged its shoulders as it crawled into bed, then with a final yawn, the figure drifted off into a slumber.
The figure was abruptly woken by an alarm. 1:30 pm. The figure rushed out of bed, as a knock on the door was heard. Glancing at a mirror, the figure could see.
The figure was me.