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Fifteen words, strung together to form one sentence. Thrown together in some particular order, said without any real thought or care. Fifteen words Zoey will come to regret. Or will she? When she looks back on this moment later—much later, she's still trying to reconcile it all—she'll pinpoint those words as the moment everything fell apart.
Zoey accidentally makes a promise to Derpy, a spiritual entity, and finds herself stuck in a time-loop until she gets Rumi and Mira under the mistletoe and gets it right.
I still have time! It's still Christmas Eve in good ol' Wyoming town!
Posting on Christmas Eve exclusively for the bit.
Huge, huge thanks to my wife @accidentallyonpurposehere who sat on the couch with me for literal HOURS while I bitched and moaned and struggled. The fic probably would not have gotten finished otherwise, so if you enjoy it, you should absolutely thank her. She is the (un)official co-author of this fic (let me make it official, dammit!)
Next, massive thanks to @princington for the gorgeous art for this fic and for being an amazing person in general. Bouncing random bits and thoughts to them and @hotsaucevitamins helped bring this fic to life. It was a massive labor of love and I gift it to you both.
Merry Christmas, I hope you enjoy this fic, and stay tuned for more Polytrix in the future!
✌️ ❤️ & Cheers!















