You cringed inwardly as you see your name next to Glimmer's on the timetable. God damn it. Why do they keep picking you of all people for these assignments? There are at least 5 other hands in this stable and yet they continue to pair you with Glitter for whatever reason. She hated you and didn't have any problem showing it. You sighed outwardly and straightened your posture. You'll only be working this stable for a few more weeks anyway, so you're going to have to buck up and just do your job.
On the way to her stall you pass a few other workers who give you sympathetic looks. You nod and smile as they pass by, but you can't shake the feeling of dread that's been growing in your gut, like something terrible's going to happen.
You approached Glitter's stall and entered, expecting the worst.
She was off in the corner as usual, facing away from you and chewing on... something. You don't believe she'd been fed yet, but another hand might've slipped her an apple core or something.
Most other horses would at least nicker to acknowledge your entry, but not Glitter.
Kneeling to the ground, you opened your bag and pulled out all the implements you would be using today, your various brushes, combs and hoof pick. While your attention was occupied a cold chill ran up your spine when
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