I wake up the morning I get to leave the hospital. I can barely contain my excitement and almost break into a musical number when all of a sudden, she walks in. The unicorn. The one with the sharp, purple mane and a "B" for her cutiemark. The one that brought me here just in time. Without her, I could've died.
"Hey!" She speaks and smiles. She's wearing a white hoodie and can actually stand, unlike me.
"Hi." I respond, trying to sound fine. "Thank you so much for saving my life... I'm Pencil Chip, by the way. What's your name?"
"Beta Byte! Also, you're welcome. I just thought was the right thing to do, since nopony else was taking any action." She talks with an excited but quiet voice. "My dad wanted me to come visit you!"
"Oh, alright. Um..." I manage to look at her and my heart nearly stops. She's the cutest, most beautiful pony I've ever seen. I immediately make a fool of myself. "Do you want to see the injuries?" I mumble, spitting out a random question. She looks at me awkwardly.
"Er- No thanks.." Where were we even going with this conversation? I didn't need to speak back because there was a loud creak as the door opened.
"Time to go!" The doctor exclaims, rushing in and plugging in a small saw. He carefully cuts off my new casts and I'm free to move- this time without morpheme. I wave to Beta.
"Talk to you later, maybe, I guess!" I facehoof due to my own stupidity and enthusiastically fly out the door! Mom and Shadow laugh as they follow me through the exit of the hospital. Though as I escape that prison of nothing-to-do, I have something kicking in the back of my mind. Something about Beta Byte. Even with our extremely awkward conversation, and the fact that we've only bonded for 30 seconds total, I feel a connection with her. I think I'm in love... But how?
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The Darker Side of The Pencil
הרפתקאותChip has survived long enough to know true evil. When changelings are constantly hunting you down, killing your father, and invading the Crystal Empire, you get the gist. But when you realise you were the problem all along, you get the guilt. The...
