>>321449
0000
"Hey, Sketchers, you awake?"
"Mm hm."
"Well be more awake, it's about to happen… now!"
>in the center of Trottingham is a massive clocktower
>every hour it tolls out the appropriate amount of bells, like a right proper clock tower should
>once you get used to it, the bells go almost unnoticed
>but not this time
>now that the storm has stopped, it's actually a pretty bright night
>and you've been watching the clock
>waiting for the timing to be perfect
>and now it starts
>Sketchy sits upright at the first toll
>so do you
>you can see everyone else sitting up too
>the second bell rings
>a lonely whoop emanates from somewhere in the city
>the third bell rings
>a single firework goes up nearby
>it almost seems like it's rushing
>the fourth bell rings
>the shouting and fireworks are coming in a small but steady trickle now
>the fifth bell rings
>Ruby is gazing out toward Canterlot Mountain
>for a mare in the fashion industry, you know that Canterlot represents all kinds of ambitions and dreams
>in the far distance, you can see the high city illumined with colorful magical lights
>you're sure that someday she'll see that light show up close
>the sixth bell rings
>Red is staring dead straight at the clock tower
>and she's doing something you never thought possible for her
>sitting perfectly still
>the seventh bell rings
>Aryanne is looking out through the wooded north
>from here, it's possible to make out the Black Forest
>not nearly as dangerous as the Everfree you've heard, despite the ominous name
>you know that just beyond the Black Forest
>there lies Germaneia
>the eighth bell rings
>Sketchy is staring down at her hooves
>and pressing her head into your arm
>how in the world did this happen?
>the ninth bell rings
>you don't really have a direction to look toward
>the tenth bell rings
>your home might be on the other side of the universe
>or another universe altogether, for all you know
>no real ambitions here, either
>Equestria is a good place to just live
>the eleventh bell rings
>well
>there might be something you can look at
>the final bell tolls
>all the ponies on this roof top
>they're your friends
>and you look at them
>and they look at you
>and they look at each other
>Red coughs
"All right this is getting pretty gay. New Year's here, I'm going to bed."
"The hell you are!"
"Huh?!"
>you bound toward the pirate pony and scoop her up in a big hug
>Aryanne pounces on the two of you from behind
<"D-don't jump so much, you'll damage the r-"
>Sketchy shoves Ruby into the group hug, and then joins in herself
>it's so warm and cuddly
"Yeah, okay, now this is super gay."
"Yeah, kind of. Let's go to bed."
>the ponies all clamber back inside through the attic window with your help
>you do one more group hug before they all exit the attic to the various places they've chosen to sleep
>you pull up the attic door and look out window again
you can see Trottingham covered in a layer of snow about a foot or two thick
>ponies wearing top hats and scarves trot about with a spring in their step and cheerily chat
>and then you look at your bed
"O-oh, hey."
>Sketchy is lying down on it
>facing away from you
"Hey Anon."
"Uh, S-Sketchy, you know you don't have a tail, exactly, and…"
"And?"
"I-I can kind of… see… everything."
>Sketchy twists her neck around and smiles at you
"I know."