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Eighteen (18) days after Zizzy’s death.
Pony and player were out scavenging for some food and other supplies to survive. Player was out raiding an abandoned store while Pony was digging for some loot of really anything. Cloth, drugs, weapons, scraps of wood or metal, anything that could be useful. As pony dug through his third pile of junk, he heard some heavy breathing and loud footsteps. He instinctively grabbed his wooden sword and held it tight as he looked around for any threat. That when he saw it. The monster that had brutally attacked Zizzy, leading to her death. Poley. His once white fur was stained with various shades of blood. Some old, some new. But nonetheless, he looked hungry. Hungry for flesh. He raised a claw up to swing at Pony before Pony slid out of the way quickly. Pony raised the wooden weapon before gouging it into the bear’s back. Poley went limp, having the sword stabbed right through him. Pony took his weapon out of poley and tapped some blood off it onto the ground. He checked about three times to make sure that Poley wasnt just faking his death before dragging him away. Pony sighed as tears welled up in his eyes. The monster that had killed his beloved partner. Pony threw his sword on the ground and sat against a wall with his head in his hands. He weeped for a solid minute before hearing a distant voice call his name. “Pony? Pony! Where'd you go?” Not long after, player was seen sprinting up to Pony once they spotted them. Player crouched next to him, placing a hand on Pony’s shoulder. “Hey, man. What happened? Are you injured?” Player looked around before seeing the white carcass of Poley. They let out a little “oh.” Before bringing Pony into a tight hug. They whispered sweet nothings into Pony’s ear, trying to comfort him. But it didnt really work.
Nineteen (19) days after Zizzy’s death.
Player was out scavenging for more stuff, not allowing Pony to go out in pure concern of his mental heath. Pony laid in bed, looking at the ceiling, occasionally glancing at the “medication” bottle on Player’s nightstand. That occasional glance turned to full on staring at it. “Take some.” His mind suggested. “Take some. It wont do anything.” It said louder. The impulsive thoughts grew louder and louder the more he looked at the bottle longer and longer. The thoughts just became too much to ignore and he got out of bed and walked over to the bottle. He grabbed it and slowly started to open it. Once the lid was off, Pony shook the bottle a little, pouring two or three pills into his hand before putting his hand up to his mouth and swallowing the round meds. Pony put the lid back on and placed the bottle back into the nightstand. He laid back down, not expecting anything to happen. After a few minutes, Pony started to feel dizzy. As he got more and more dizzy, he started to see weird shapes and colors in his vision. There were bright spots of oranges, yellows, reds, and purples. Wait… Purples? Pony started to hyperventilate as the shapes slowly started to form into a distorted yet still distinct outline of Zizzy. Pony couldn’t look at her. No. It. He couldn’t stand to see it. Pony squeezed his eyes shut and tugged at his hair, mumbling stuff like “thats not her.” Or “it will never be her.” Pony crawled into his bed as tears trickled down his cheek but he couldn’t care for those. After a few minutes, pony eventually fell asleep after the hallucinations died out.