Stepford Smiler: A Short Story

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Stepford Smiler

Shadows covered the rotting walls as they scurried on through passing to and from, no

sound emitting from them leaving the room to its silence. When could it have been the last time

she heard a voice? A week? A month? More? The only thing to remind the pink maned disaster

of time passing would be the occasional moments when she would pass out of exhaustion. She

had no contact with the outside world, no contact with anyone, no self-gratification in making

someone smile. When the food did come, on the times she was awake for its delivery, she would

bellow out a salutation to the fellow hoping he or she would hear through the padded locked

door. He or she must not hear well, for he or she never answers. Despite that …show more content…

[center] Once more she was in a cycle put on repeat. [/center]

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As if the world grew tired of watching her from behind closed door, she was soon graced with

access to another being. The door that allowed food in, swung open. "Hello, my name is Ärztin and I

have been watching you for some time." The white mare with a tied back pure white mane said resting

her ruby red eyes on a clipboard she suspended in midair with her unicorn magic.

"Hertsin? That's a weird name, what does it mean? Does it-" she wanted to take advantage of

finally seeing someone other than the empty void of nothing, though her lungs would not allow her to.

So she began to cough up air as if she choked on it. All the while the white mare with the sophisticated

name ignored her coughing fit, never laying her gaze on the other.

"Ja, it specifically means female doctor." she said after hearing Pinkie's coughing subside.

"Why are you here? I'm not sick, is mommy sick? Did daddy finally kick the can? What does kick

the can mean? And why did mommy say he was going to kick the can sooner or later? What did the …show more content…

“We must leave now, before lockdown night watch.” She began out believing that the

mare would follow, which she did. “Lockdown night watch is what it sounds like, this hospital

had employed tough security for the night shift so no danger could come to both the doctors

employed for night shift or full day shifts, or the patients.” She said after a brief pause knowing

that silence from the pink mare means she is in a state of confusion.

“Have you ever had the night shift?” Pinkamena asked the guiding doctor, stuck in awe at

the new information. She was never let out of her cell, and so didn’t know the hospital ever

changed.

“They couldn’t pay me enough to, I actually do have a life outside these steel doors you

know.” Ärztin said almost immediately after hearing the question. “I was almost caught into

nightshift when I didn’t hurry out of here, but a friend who works the shift allowed me to leave.”

As they turned the corner, the world around them began to grow brighter; with each step that

passed the scent of the world that once shut her out, enveloped Pinkamena.

“It’s so bright outside,” exclaimed Pinkamena as she raised her eyes to meet the

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