I try to help ponies who are in trouble, but… well, my chaos magic makes it hard to control what will happen. When I try to help an ailing farmer, he gets a bumper crop of balloon animals instead of carrots, when I try to help construction workers, their half-built building turns into butterflies… and the ponies get mad.
They chase me away with rocks and pitchforks and shoot their magic at me, call me a monster and tell me to never come back. That’s why I hide in a small cave in an abandoned quarry, where nopony can hurt me, and I can’t hurt them.
I don’t mean to be a monster. I just want a friend.