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.
