Neurosis 01 [Visual]

[pseudacteon_emigre]

[The week was nearly over, and the air was starting to clear significantly... the town wasn't quite as blue as it was Monday morning. Literally or figuratively. Yet, trueberry-induced awkwardess hung in the air even still, liable to last a few more days yet. Now seemed like the perfect time to strike.

He'd spent most of the week watching from a vantage point nopony would question - after all, they were so worried about blurting out their deepest secrets that nopony paid the suspiciously new potted plant near Town Hall any mind, even though it was blatantly wearing a ratty toupee. And with that, he learned of the situation... including what was going in in town, and how he had gotten to a place like Ponyville anyway, when normally changelings still couldn't get within miles of Canterlot.

Making sure he's not seen, the changeling reverts back to his normal form, unrolling the nearby scroll and working its magic.]

Greetings, my little ponies. I see that I have arrived in your world during a bit of a... crisis. Something in the air compels you to speak truths uncontrollably, yes? I notice a large number of you are highly uncomfortable with the idea, and yet it is highly liberating, is it not? Being able to vent what is truly hidden deep in your minds. Perhaps it would help you to seek a neutral third party in this situation, to allow that truth to flow without fear of judgement.

I would like to introduce myself. I go by the name "Hain" amongst ponies, and yes, I am fully aware that I am a changeling. However, I have nothing to hide. I shall not pretend to be some random pony whom you have never met simply to garner love from you - I will do that, instead, with honesty and promise.

You see, I am a deserter of my changeling hive, and as of such have to subside on whatever love I can gather from ponies directly. To that end, I have taken up profession as a therapist. I help ponies with their problems, and in lieu of coin, they provide me sustenance. It is actually truly a remarkable deal, yes?

And it sounds to me like many of you need the assistance. While I do not have a place of residence as of yet, my non-existent doors are quite open for any and all of you.

However, do bear in mind that I do not work pro-bono. As I said, I ask only for my next meal, but that is payment I am unwilling to negotiate at this present time, as a sheer matter of self-preservation. I also do not take kindly to being short-changed.

Regardless, my offer is on the table. Allow me a meal, and I will listen to your problems, even help you through them.

And I assure you; despite the teeth, I will not bite.

Comments

[pseudacteon_emigre]

A minor frustration can grow with time to a negative bias, which can further snowball into a dislike or even hatred. It is best to work out those feelings when they first appear, when they are easiest to prune.

Please, I would not want to infringe on the grounds of a mare so on the cutting edge of mane fashion. [Sardonic? You bet he is.]

[hangthedj]

Yeah, yeah, nip this thing off at the bud. I gotcha. See, this is what I mean by legit work. We gotta get ourselves some impartial mediation over here, really ease things out.

Ya think so? I've been thinkin' of trying something different, maybe shavin' it off, go for the whole ascetic monk look.

[pseudacteon_emigre]

Part of 'style' is simply self-expression, so there should be little problem with any choice you undertake, as long as you yourself believe it is an enjoyable aesthetic.

[hangthedj]

Man, you don't gotta tell me that. You think I couldn't make this work if I didn't have the confidence.

Don't answer that, 'cause the answer's no. No I couldn't.

[pseudacteon_emigre]

[He doesn't think you could make it work even then, though he keeps those thoughts to himself. After all, what does he know? He has a dead rat on his head.]