Song of the Flies

Introduction:

It's raining. Storming.

Not that I ever minded or anything.

Fluttershy trotted through the deserted halls of her once warm home. The lights, curiously, seem to flicker and shut off right as she passes them.

I knew it.

I knew there was a reason for her seemingly innocent and constantly happy demeanor.

No one could ever be that happy.

I'm jealous.

It's an act.

It's unfair.

I loathe.