Forgotten Friday #192 - 甘い音真太 / Shinta Amaine
Who is Amaine Shinta?
Official art from Bank by Beedrops |
Why is Freddi so upset?! Let's see in this week of A Spectrum of Apple Skins!
Freddi's face was blank, but she was fighting tears. She slowly shook her head, the one lock of orange in her hair glimmered in the natural light. She took a deep breath before standing up straight. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked down at it. She unlocked it before holding it out for Apple Bloom to take. "Add yourself as a contact. I can't handle this right now." When Apple Bloom just stared nervously at the phone, she rolled her eyes. Of course, a "pony" wouldn't understand that. Apple Bloom limply pulled her phone out of her pocket and handed it to Freddi. Freddi took it and copied the information from Apple Bloom's phone to her own. She stopped and looked up at Apple Bloom.
There was silence. Freddi was incredulous, and Apple Bloom was forcing herself not to shake in fear.
"Ms. Murphy and her weekly order." Freddi looked back at Apple Bloom's phone. "That… that's her. She's the one who sent you?"
"Well," Apple Bloom slowly nodded. "Yes."
"So," Freddi took a deep breath. "She knew that…"
Apple Bloom cut her off, "No, not until recent. She ain't known until just recent. As soon as she put two and two together, she sent me right in."
"Well," Freddi rolled her eyes as she finished inputting the data. "That's cold comfort." She held out Apple Bloom's phone. "I'm not comfortable talking here. I'm not comfortable with those people knowing that there's proof."
Apple Bloom took her phone and Freddi turned away and opened the door. She looked back over her shoulder and sighed. "Expect a text."
Apple Bloom stood still as Freddi retreated into the building. She knew that going back into the store to get back to the street was the wrong move, so she looked around. The alleyway was blocked off from the street by a more shallow storefront. She looked down at her phone and weakly asked, "Linfrin… how do I get home?"
Meanwhile…
Emily was inspecting paper samples when her landline phone began to ring. She kept her eyes trained on the samples as she picked up the receiver and held it to her head. "Grey Publishing Atlanta - this is Emily Murphy. How may I help you?"
The unmistakable static of a landline call rang through her ear as she used her free hand to move around the samples on her desk.
"Ms. Murphy?" The voice on the other end of the line was weak and trembling. "It's Rosetta."
"Oh." Emily sat down and kicked her rolling chair away from her desk. She pulled her legs onto the seat. She didn't know exactly how to handle this.
(Rosetta is the name Freddi's "parents" forced on her.)
There was a sniffle before Freddi asked, "Why that way?"
"Ros- Freddi," Emily sighed. "I should have spoken to you myself, but I honestly… I thought you'd rather see proof than hear words that, to you, seem empty." She paused. "I can't send you home. No one can. But what can I do to help you?"
There was static.
Freddi was still shaken. She stared up at the sky.
Can Emily help?! Find out next week on A Spectrum of Apple Skins!
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