“Rainbow Dash…somepony, anypony..
help me. I don’t know what’s going on”
=
In hard times when anxiety brings crippling dread of trying to live life, the first line of support are your friends. Losing them is a compelling sign of imminent doom. The only way to prevail is to hope that you will not be forgotten. And only your true friends would always try to save you.

Bleh this was such an old project Months in the making, and certainly a lot of inconvenience to hold back the story this piece is covering…I’m such a dead weight :/Quite a lot of background work though, so that was certainly a challenge

But go check out Skijarama (or their Fim Fiction Skijarama), and send him some love. He is quite a nice writer and the amount of patience he has with me makes him a saint >n<
You can read he fic [Here] Also, it is another installment in his The Little Flashes Series–which I’ve covered a couple others–so check those out too