Chapters the beginning of something magical
the sounds of the birds echoed from the outside.
And I hated it.
I remember when I first arrived here, the first mare I met was seemingly snobbish, but she had an air of generosity about her. I chuckled when she introduced herself.
That was the first time I met her, a small conversation was made between two ponies… interrupted by pure chaos.
I bought a cupcake and carried on my little adventure, floating up the cupcake with my magic. I took a bite. The flavour of the cupcake hit me like a wave of chocolate and strawberry. After I finished the cupcake, I was hit with inspiration.
Upon my arrival, I was bombarded with a tremendous shout of “SURPRISE!”
She looked up at me for a moment. That’s when I recognized her for the first time.
“Bass?” she was surprised, genuinely surprised.
“ever since I left, I’ve been hating myself, Pinkie…”Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, if I break this promise… then I will die … first song I wrote”
The sound of a balloon being blown up was heard once again.
It was then that I was metaphorically punched in the head.sure hope this works
“Pinkie Pie, the reason I hated myself was because I left you” I stated.
I grew to hate the silence, simply because it wasn’t disrupted by Pinkie Pie.
I placed my pen down on the paper, and climbed into bed, the sight of that poofy pink-mane sending my heart a-flutter.
I awoke at sunrise. I craned my head to prevent the light hitting her eyes.
“one of these” I kissed her.
at least... that was one of the scenario's floating around in my head....
finding the rest of the puzzle
i was never good at puzzles, i lacked the patience
the rain beat down on the path to ponyville, soaking me to the skin.
I awoke with a slight pain in my lower back. The Room was a blinding white;
Pinkie Pie, the mere mention of her name makes me think back to a simpler time.
5 years ago, the small village of Colten
"Come on Bassy," a small filly shouted with glee. "you've got to go faster than that to catch me!" the filly was bouncing around hyperactivly, being chased by a blue-coated orange maned Colt. "slow down Pinks," he huffed and puffed, seemingly out of breath "you know i've got medical problems" she stopped and rushed towards the Colt. "oh, sorry... i forgot" she smiled sheepishly. the Colt used this to his advantage. "GOTCHA!!!" he pounced on the little filly and began tickling her. suddenly there was a call, "Blueberry Bass? just what do you think your doing?" it was Blueberry's legal gaurdian. "i was just" "thats innapropriate behaviour" "fine," the small colt sighed, hanging his head low. but can i?" "no... its getting late, your coming home" "okay, bye Pinks!" the colt shouted. "bye Blue" the filly smiled.
Bass walked glumly beside his gaurdian, Granny Free. she was a battleaxe of a filly, taking no prisoners when angered. but something told him something was off. within a few minutes of arriving at the house, things continued as normal. he would cook himself dinner, then disappear into his room, writing whatever pours forth from his mind. Granny Free had told him, the best way to learn something was by doing. she also knew he would have to learn to cook for himself one day. she was a wise old crone.
but then... that night, she drifted away peacefully, leaving him alone. for a while, he didnt notice. he was too used to being left to his own devices. but the smell began to sneak its way up his nostrils. after checking the bedroom, he found the body.
he then sighed as he packed his things, and left, wanting to see Pinks one last time before it came to this. he knocked on the door to the Pie household. "Hello mr Bass, if your here to see Pinkemena, tough, she's grounded and not having any visitors" her father grumbled. "oh, well..tell her" the door was slammed in his face. the colt was downtrodden, he then left shortly afterwards.
"well here goes, the first step out into the world... heh" the solt began to walk through the village, finally reaching the dusty path leading to nowhere inparticular. "Growing up sucks" he said as he continued walking.
putting the pieces together
there was a distant sound on a distant day of a distant year....
5 years ago, the long road to no-where in particular
i left the village, cold and alone. i had nothing left for save the memories. the memories of her, had i known that she was leaving. for a young Colt, i was more of an adult than any of the others. it was apparant that not alot of ponies actually cared what i did. i continued walking, occasionally stopping to find shelter from the rain.
hearing the sounds of a barrow being drawn through the rain, i jumped out. "Excuse me sir, could i grab a lift?" i asked. the old stallion simply smiled. "sure, i could use the company but... arent you a little bit young to be out on your own" "no sir, i'm just... well... Orphaned really" i summed up the best i could. "hop in the back, i'll take you to the nearest City"
the streets of manehatten, 2 years ago
it had been roughly 3 years since i left Colten, making my new home under the stars.... scratch that, there were no stars to be seen in Manehatten, the city itself was overflowing with light. i used to sing on the sidewalks for money, completly accapella. when one mare or stallion would through a coin my way, i simply smiled, thanked them and carried on. others would pay me to shut up and move on. but then again, most simply walked on by. i sighed. i wasnt the best singer in the world, i knew that... but i had saved up enough to buy myself a steel string acoustic guitar. i took up my usual spot and sat down.
i began to play.
Ponyville Hospital, Present day
i played the same song i played two years ago.
it had been three days.
i began to write.
putting the pieces in a blender
Even when I was in a crowd, I was always alone.
"gahd... this song is Terrible" i exclaimed, crumpling the paper and tossing it aside.whats the worst that could happen i thought to myself.
the town was bustling, i was bumped into, however, unlike in manehatten... the ponies here apologize.
sitting down on the grass, i lent my head back onto a tree. i was simply at peace, watching the world pass by.
unluckily for me, it began to rain. i got up, and darted for the nearest shop.keys .
instead she began to ramble and then darted out of the door.
i had arrived back home.
I'm not the Colt i used to be
inspired by FYC
The party was in full swing, but i didnt feel the music.
i continued my attempt to mingle but soon found myself face to face with the very sort of pony i had trouble with in manehatten. the upper class. "hello Darling, my name is Rarity, i run the Carusel boutique, feel free to stop by if you need a new suit" i sighed, i didn't want to say anything.
i shook off the memory, and continued to munch happily.
within a few moments, i bumped into a purple unicorn, she had her head in one of my music books.
oh sweet celestia no.
i looked at the open page. cross my heart hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, if i break this promise... i will die .
i was alone again.
there was a lot more paper wasted that day, piles of it.
i walked in to the shop, but was met with two very hatefilled stares.
"Don't you dare...don't you bucking dare say that you brought me pain" she screeched.
"fuck it" i sighed. "i...i'm not wanted here...i should have just...i'll just..." there was no use trying to fight it any longer.
"look, I'm.... not the colt i used to be," i began telling her what exactly happened to me during the five years.
"too right you dont suarcube" i was pushed away from pinkie and literally knocked to the floor.
inspired by BuckCherry
"I just can't do anything right" i sighed deeply as i set off for home.
"i only just moved in, got a very warm welcome until... well... you heard the song promises promises ?"
"Sugarcube corner's on fire" Rainbow dash cried.
she then took off. following the plumes of smoke. as she landed she could only watch as a certain dark blue, orange-maned colt ran into the burning building. mr and mrs cake simply stood there in tears.
dying embers.
Sugar cube corner was ablaze. i was stupid enough to go in and look for a certain pink pony.
the smoke, the adrenaline and my condition was too much.
"Fluttershy... you were right" Rainbow sighed in defeat. "i'm sorry"
The cakes were incredibly grateful, they had a roof over thier heads sitll. but it almost cost someponies life.
awaking in the hospital i simply smiled. "heh, you jsut cant keep me away can you" i chuckled, which soon became involintary coughing. "ow" was all i said after wards. Nurse Redheart simply smiled.
Rainbow felt even worse... she began to sob, "i'm so sorry dude" she felt a pair of hooves pull her into a hug.
Death comes to us all
Home.
they say that home is where the heart is, well in that case....
it never gets any easier, the illness i mean.
I felt a pair of hooves wrap around my neck, pulling me down back on the bed. "Pinks!" i was about to protest but was soon silenced by a pair of lips pressing against mine. needless to say, i was surprised.
"well... i've got to plan my funeral... but i think we'll just turn it into one huge after party" I grinned.
within a few minutes seven of us were standing outside a recording studio. "Vinyl owed me a favour so we have the recording studio to ourselves for a month or two" Pinkie smiled.
we rehearsed for a few days until they were perfect.
Recording each track took longer than expected.
"never stop smiling"
I began the mixing process, a long and painstaking task, getting levels right.
I sat down at the piano, and sighed. grabbing the microphone and positioning it perfectly, I began to play .
inside the mixing booth, Pinkie Pie and the others began to listen, they had walked in unannounced.
"He wants to go out with a bang" Pinkie pie smiled slightly, looking to her friends.
they all walked in and began to pick up instruments again as i moved away from the piano.
however, after the mixing of the last two songs was done, It began.
The dull pain kicked in, then the hyperventilation.
"Sorry Pinkie, looks like i won't be able to take you to the beach like I promised"
She felt my life slip away as i began to convulse in her forelegs.
I was dying right there and then.
and as if on cue, in some cliche way, the recording stopped, the music stopped and the only thing anyone could hear were the gentle sobs of Pinkie Pie.
i was sitting upright, my hooves slowly dancing along the guitar frets,
"Granny free died in her sleep... i didnt notice until then smell began"
the doctor gave me two years
"i still have plenty of years left in me" i smiled.
i simply grabbed the acoustic once again, and simply began to lament .
they saw every beating i had gotten while living in manehatten, every near death expiriance.i'm gone , the room fell silent.
"Manehatten... wasn't one of my best ideas" i said, as i placed the guitar back down on the bed.
i was discharged from hospital.
Going out in style (epilogue... of sorts)
so what if i threw a party and all my friends are there....
The funeral had gone off with out a hitch, the cremation was perfect. And pinkie knew just where Blueberry Bass wanted his ashes to be spread. as she walked to the land outside ponyville she opened the urn, with fluttershy right by her side.
She sat down and simply looked on. "Thanks for coming with me fluttershy" Pinkie said while still sniffling slightly.
It was at that point, a faint jingle could be heard, and a voice from the radio had sat down beside her.if i break this promise, I will surely die , He sold it to me... on one condition"
Pinkie Pie looked down at the mare, sensing the sincerity coming from her.
she handed the Pink Party pony a cheque, and gave her an apology for being too late.
as she made her way to the place at which the Wake was being held, she hummed her own little song.
"Isn't this supposed to be a party?" fluttershy asked no-pony in particular.
Pinkie Pie's ear twitched for a moment as her mane... re-inflated.
"lets PARTY!"
she never forgot him even in the end.
