A/N: Hey every 'pony'! I don't really know what to put here? (MLP does not belong to me!)
A pale yellow pegasus was sitting alone in her kitcen. A white bunny sat across from her, watching as she stirred her tea. Watching the spoon go around and around, around and around...
The pony sighed. Every day was a waiting game. Until her inner self would come out. Just a game, a waiting game. She stopped stirring the luke-warm tea and pushed it tward the rabbit saying, "Here Angel, I don't want it. It will tast like stirefoam anyway." She got up from the table making a, clop, sound as her hooves hit the floor. The long pink mane that hung down over face brushed the floor. It had not been cut for several weeks. "Might as well do something with this mess," she muttered, walking over to a small dresser at the other side of the room. Once infront of it she pulled the top drawer open and pulled out some scissors.
Snip, snip, snip. Off came the long locks that had taken so much time to grow. Snip, snip, snip. Off came most of the tail. The pegasus slowly put the scissors away. Slowly, so slowly, ever so slowly she looked into the mirror.
When the pony looked up, she cringed back from the image that looked out at her. A darker yellow pegasus looked out at her. Darker circles hung under the eyes, and the eyes themselves were a pure black. The longer she looked she saw the eyes, her eyes, had greens and blues swirling around in the those black pits. Her mane was butchered right ubove the shoulder line, her tail just below her hips. The cuts were jagged and messy. "Well, Fluttershy," she said to her reflection, "you really look like a horrible mess. What would Rarity think of you?"