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“Oh no,” Gilda whispered. “No, no, no. Please, no. This... Don't tell me..”
Fluttershy looked baffled. “What?” she asked, in a concerned voice, which confused Gilda even more. “Did I do something wrong? I've never – I mean, um, what do you think it is?”
Gilda watched her, mouth agape, the inanity striking her worse than pure malice would have. “You're psychotic, aren't you?” she asked, voice cracking. “You've gone off the deep end.”
The pegasus looked confused at that, and shook her head. “No, no, that's all wrong,” she said with annoyance. “I'm, um, supposed to be scaring you. Or something.”
“You're doing a great job,” the griffin responded honestly, terrified. “What are you doing? What's going on? Is this about that stupid party? Or your ducks?”
The pony nodded. “Oh, yes,” she said, satisfied if not quite happy. “Yes, those are what this is about. I was trying to think of what I could do to, um, get back, or whatever, and decided I would do this.”
Gilda shook her head spastically. “No-no-no-no-no,” she mumbled, “It was just a joke, right? There's no need to... please, I don't know what you're gonna do, but whatever it is, it can't be good. Please,” she said, enunciating it clearly, “just let me go. See? I'll be nice, I'll turn a new leaf, I'll do whatever, just please let me go.” |