A Day in the Life of a Background Pony
It was another beautiful day in Ponyville. All of the residents were going about their daily lives; happy and content, with smiles on their faces, just like always. A pink pegasus pony was just standing around in the market square, checking out the different stalls and what each stall had for sale. She had a long, lime green mane, tied back in a ponytail. Her cutie mark was of a dark storm cloud with three thunderbolts on it.
As she surveyed the market place, she set her eyes on a stall selling cherries. Her eyes lit up and her stomach rumbled in anticipation. She proceeded to dash over there before anypony else got to them first, however, just as she took her first step forward, she suddenly heard a splash of water from just behind her. She turned around to investigate and saw that she had just avoided a water balloon. She looked up into the sky just above her, and she saw a cyan pegasus quickly duck behind a cloud cover to avoid being seen. However, there was also a pink earth pony tied to a set of balloons right next to her that gave her away. The pink pegasus then gave them both a smirk grin and continued walking towards the cherry stall.
Rainbow Dash slowly emerged from behind the cloud to make sure that the pink pegasus was gone. She then got an annoyed look on her face and pounded her hoof against the cloud. “Darn it, I missed.”
Pinkie Pie grabbed another water balloon from aside. It didn’t seem to come from anywhere; it just sort of appeared. Another impossible feat that could only be described as ‘Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie’. She dropped the water balloon and then turned to face Rainbow Dash. “Don’t worry about it, Dashie. You win some, you lose some.”
In response to this, Rainbow Dash just crossed her hooves and bent down on the clouds. “I hate losing.” She then simply pushed another one of her water balloons off the cloud, which the stack was somehow sitting on.
Pinkie Pie frowned a little. She could tell that Rainbow Dash was feeling sad. She then looked down from her strange perch above the clouds and gazed down at Ponyville below. From here, she could see the whole town. “Hey Dashie, do you ever think about all of those ponies down there?”
Rainbow Dash responded without changing her tone, “I prefer not to. It makes it harder to pull pranks on them.”
Pinkie Pie returned to her usual demeanour, with a smile bigger than her face. “Well, just think about it. Ponyville is filled with all sorts of interesting ponies; and yet, it’s as if we never really pay any attention to them. I bet everypony down there has an interesting story to tell.” She then grabbed another water balloon from aside and dropped it. “If only we had the time to hear them.”
Pinkie’s last water balloon fell straight down from where she had dropped it. After a long fall, it finally made contact with a pony with a blue and white striped mane. It splashed everywhere and made her mane soaked. Colgate grunted in frustration and gritted her teeth. She then looked straight up and saw Pinkie Pie strapped to a set of balloons. She then spoke her thoughts out loud, to nopony in particular. “Oh Pinkie Pie. I know that it’s just one of your famous pranks, but not everypony finds them to be in good fun.”
She then shook her mane to dry it off and stopped after about five seconds. “I suppose that that will have to do for now. I really have to get going.” She then wheeled her giant hourglass away and proceeded in the direction of the Ponyville hospital.
When she arrived at the hospital, she met up with the doctor in the waiting room. The doctor was a male unicorn, with a yellow coat and a long, brown mane. He was wearing a white lab coat and a thin pair of glasses. His cutie mark was of a heart monitor. Standing next to him was Nurse Redheart. The doctor then addressed Colgate. “Oh good, you’re here. We’re ready to operate. The operation lasts for one hour, and we need somepony to measure the time for us.”
Colgate gave a short sigh and then smiled back. “Well, that’s what I’m here for,” she said with an obviously forced smile.
“Excellent. Follow me please and I’ll show you where you can set up your hourglass.” The doctor then turned around and walked towards the operating room. Colgate followed after him, pushing her big hourglass.
They eventually came into a big operating room. It had a circular, glass dome up above it. On the other side of the dome, there were rows of seats arranged in a circle, set up so that other ponies could watch. There were several ponies watching today. Inside the dome, the floor was covered in white tiles; there were several strange machines in the corners and a table in the centre. There was a blue earth pony with a dark blue mane, lying unconscious on the table. His cutie mark was of two, blue musical notes.
The doctor walked over to the patient, and was joined by several nurses. He then turned to face Colgate and said, “We’re ready to begin now.” On cue, Colgate flipped her hourglass upside down to record the time, and the doctor began to operate.
As the operation was going on, Colgate looked down at her cutie mark. It was an hourglass. Her special talent was to record time. When she was a little filly, she was overcome with joy when she first got her cutie mark. However, as she got older, she noticed that there were dozens of other ponies who all had the exact same cutie mark and talent. This seemed to bother her greatly. A pony’s cutie mark represents their special talent and what makes them unique. After seeing that there were so many ponies that had the same cutie marks and talents, it made her feel like she wasn’t special.
Ponies like this doctor were the only ponies in town with their talents, and everypony came to them when they needed help; but if they needed somepony to measure time, then they just picked somepony with an hourglass cutie mark at random. This made Colgate very sad. When she was young, she really wanted to be a dentist. Her parents even named her after a toothpaste brand, and her mane even looks like toothpaste. However, after she had gotten her cutie mark, everypony told her that she was supposed to become a time recorder. Everypony in Equestria does what they’re best at, and her cutie mark meant that she was best at recording time. It had to be her destiny because it’s what her cutie mark was telling her.
Colgate, however, started to look at things differently. Everypony has more than just one thing that they’re good at; so why should they have to do the thing that their cutie mark says that they should do? Shouldn’t ponies get to decide what to do with their lives themselves, instead of their cutie marks? Colgate didn’t even like recording time. It was boring. She loved dentistry, and she was really good at it. She wanted to be the best dentist in Equestria. She could be the special pony you went to when you needed help. However, everypony around her was adamant. Her cutie mark was an hourglass, so she had to become a time recorder.
Colgate had finally had enough. This was her life and it was her decision, not anypony else's to decide what to do with it. She had decided then; after this operation, she is going to quit her job and study dentistry to become a dentist. It’s not like she would be letting anypony down. There were dozens of other ponies who could take her place; and she would finally feel happy with what she was doing with her life.
Colgate perked up and a smile started to form on her face. “Everything is going to be just fine.”
Just above Colgate, in the audience area, Lyra and Bon Bon were sitting together. Lyra was sitting in her usual style; slanted down, with her two back hooves dangling out in front of her. She had a bored look on her face. She then spoke to Bon Bon, while sitting forward and not looking directly at her. “I’m so bored. I can’t believe you dragged me here.”
Bon Bon rolled her eyes at Lyra, an irritated expression on her face. She then responded to her, while also continuing to look straight ahead and not looking at her. “I told you; Noteworthy is a dear friend of mine, and I thought that it would be encouraging if we came down here to his operation for moral support.”
Lyra then responded, “Yeah, but why do I have to be here? I don’t even know him; and it’s not like moral support will actually affect how this operation turns out. It’s all up to the doctor. We won’t have any effect on what happens.”
Bon Bon became more aggravated, but she still responded in a calm tone. “You obviously have a lot to learn about friendship. This is what friends do for each other. They take time out of their own schedules to be there for their friends when they need them. The Magic of Friendship can go a long way in this world. In case you’ve forgotten, it’s what has saved us all from catastrophe time and time again. And besides, it’s not like I can leave you all alone.”
Lyra became very annoyed at this. She turned her head to face Bon Bon. “I wish you would stop treating me like I’m a child.”
Bon Bon just continued looking forward, watching the operation. “If you want me to stop treating you like a child, then stop acting like one.”
Lyra faced forward again. The rest of the operation was spent sitting in silence. When it was over, Bon Bon went to the patient’s room to visit Noteworthy, to see how he was feeling, while Lyra went outside and sat on the hospital steps. She had an irritated look on her face.
She was sitting on her flank, with her two back hooves resting on the steps in front of her, and her two front hooves supporting her head, as she was deep in thought. “I wish that Bon Bon would stop treating me like a child. I don’t care what she thinks of me; I’m very mature. I have a great job as a professional lyrist. I practice every day, and I’m really good at it. I’ve even played at royal functions at the request of Princess Celestia herself. I’m never late with my share of the rent, and I put up with all of her quirks without saying anything; something she doesn’t do for me. Just because I like to spend my days off lounging around the apartment, not doing anything, or that I’m not the tidiest pony in the world like she is; or because I like to spend my free time researching humans, which definitely do exist somewhere in the world, doesn’t mean that I’m not mature.”
Lyra contemplated what she just thought about; then suddenly, she thought back to what Bon Bon said earlier: “This is what friends do for each other. They take time out of their own schedules to be there for their friends when they need them. The Magic of Friendship can go a long way in this world. In case you’ve forgotten, it’s what has saved us all from catastrophe time and time again.”
Her face then began to change to an expression of realization. “Maybe Bon Bon isn’t always calling me a child and putting me down because I’m immature. Maybe she’s being a true friend and being honest with me, and helping me to achieve my true potential.”
Lyra then began to smile. “Maybe I should change; be a better pony and a better friend to Bon Bon. After all, she is my best friend.”
Lyra just sat there on the hospital steps for a few seconds after she stopped her internal monologue, but then, her smile dropped and she starting thinking again. “No. I shouldn’t change at all. Bon Bon was right; true friends are always there for you to make you feel better, but true friends like you for who you are, not for who you could be. This is who I am and I am proud of who I am. I don’t have any problems with myself and she shouldn’t either. I like Bon Bon the way she is, and she should like me the way that I am.”
At that moment, the hospital door opened and Bon Bon walked out. She walked down the steps and passed Lyra. She then turned around and asked, “You coming?”
Lyra then stood up, smiled and nodded. The two of them then started walking back home.
Ten minutes later, they arrived back at their apartment. Bon Bon opened the door, and inside it was filthy. There was trash all over the place. Bon Bon didn’t make any comment; she just struggled to find a path through to the kitchen.
When Lyra saw this, she thought back to what she was thinking about earlier. She then activated her horn and she levitated the trash off the floor and proceeded to tidy the place. Bon Bon was legitimately surprised to see this, and she turned to face Lyra, with a surprised look on her face.
As she was tidying, Lyra looked over to Bon Bon and simply said, “This may be who I am, but there is no reason why you should have to suffer for it. After all, we’re friends.” After hearing this, Bon Bon simply smiled back at her. Lyra then took all of her rubbish and went off into her room.
Lyra continued to clean her room, thinking that while she is not going to change who she is, this was the least she could do for Bon Bon after everything she has done for her. She then smiled and continued cleaning.
As Lyra continued to clean up the mess in her room, she went over to the window to let in some fresh air. However, just before she opened the window, something collided with it, and the sudden crash made her jump and fall to the floor.
She picked herself up and went over to the window to investigate. She opened the window and looked outside, and there she saw Derpy, hovering in place, while rubbing her head with her hooves.
Lyra then said, “Derpy? What are you doing here?”
The mailmare responded, “I’m sorry. I just don’t know what went wrong.” She lowered her hooves from her head, revealing her usual cross-eyed expression.
Lyra took a quick gander at the map she was holding in her mouth, with an ‘X’ marked on it. “Well I do. You’re on the wrong side of town. Your destination is the other way.”
When Lyra said this, Derpy suddenly freaked out. “My muffins!” When she said this, her map fell from her mouth; however, she quickly grabbed it again and flew off.
Seeing this, Lyra then quietly said to herself, “There is something wrong with that pony.” She then went back to cleaning.
Derpy was now flying over Ponyville at incredible speeds. Her two front hooves were stretched out in front of her, and her two back hooves were stretched out behind her, in a pose similar to Supermane. However, she had a very sad expression on her face. She had heard what Lyra had said after she had left. Her cross-eyed vision had given her very good hearing. She was able to hear what ponies everywhere said when she was nearby; and when she was nearby, they all said the same thing: “There is something wrong with that pony.”
“It’s not like I do all of these silly things on purpose. I always try my very best to deliver the mail on time, to the right place. Everypony makes mistakes, but whenever I do, everypony takes extra notice of it. They all say things like, ‘Derpy screwed up again. What else is new?’ or ‘Derpy? I thought her name was Ditzy Doo. I guess she can’t even remember her own name’. Whenever somepony looks at me, all they see is my eyes. They think that I can’t do anything right, and that I need help with the simplest task. Everypony at work treats me like I’m a little filly; even though I have two little fillies at home: Sparkler and Little Muffin. Maybe they’re the only reason that ponies are so nice to me. ‘They’re innocent little ponies. They shouldn’t have to suffer just because their Mommy is helpless’. Best friend, Carrot Top is the only one who understands me. She can look past my eyes and see the pony I am inside. That’s why we’re best friends. The other ponies don’t think so. They think that I’m just a klutz who can’t do even the simplest task without screwing up; but that’s okay. I think that way about myself too sometimes. I am a klutz; there’s no denying that. But I am trying to do better. I’ll just keeping doing what I’ve been doing and try not to fail so many times. Sooner or later, everypony is bound to think differently about me; and even if they don’t, that’s okay too. The only thing that matters is what I think of me; and I think that I am a good pony, who works hard for her friends and family, who is a bit of a klutz, but is trying her very best to do better…” Derpy suddenly stopped talking for a moment and crossed her eyes more than usual. “… who also likes to talk to herself out loud to make alone time not so alone.” She then giggled a little.
Derpy was coming up on her destination and she started to drift towards the ground. She was coming in very fast. She concentrated very hard and she managed to land on the ground perfectly, without crashing.
She then walked over to the house marked on her map. She knocked on the door with her hoof, and she was answered by a little colt. He was an earth pony, with a short, brown mane. He still didn’t have his cutie mark. He also had brown spots all over his body, which made him look more like a dog than a pony. Derpy didn’t take notice of this at all and simply said, “Here’s your package.” She then pulled out a small package from her saddlebag and handed it to him.
“Thank you, miss,” he said with a British accent. “You got here really quickly. You must be the best mailmare in Ponyville.”
Upon hearing this, Derpy closed her eyes and smiled. She then opened her eyes again and said, “Thank you.” She then turned around and flew off into the air again.
She checked her map to see where she was headed next. She then turned around again and flew the other way, seeing that her next destination was in the opposite direction. Derpy then smiled again and said to herself, “You’re on your way, Derpy. You’re on your way.”
After Derpy had left, Pip went back inside the house. Once he was inside, he took a closer look at the package that had just arrived, and he saw that it was addressed to his sister.
He then walked down the hallway of his home and he came to his sister’s bedroom. He opened the door slowly and stepped inside. Although it was bright and sunny outside, inside, all of the curtains were closed and the room was dark.
Pip then said quietly, “Hey sis, a package arrived for you.”
His sister began to rustle underneath the covers. She then woke up and pulled the blanket off of her. She was a white unicorn, with a light and dark blue striped mane. Her cutie mark was a black musical note. She opened her eyes slowly. Her eyes were red and obviously still tired. She rubbed her eyes and took a good look at her brother. Then she said, “Hey, I’m trying to sleep. Couldn’t you wait until I’m awake?”
Pip responded immediately, “No. By the time you wake up, I have to go to bed; and there’s nopony else here to let you know that it arrived.”
She started to wake up a bit more and scratched the back of her mane with her hoof. “If you had just left it somewhere, I would have found it. I’m not an idiot,” Vinyl snarled back at him.
Pip suddenly puffed up his face in an angry expression. “Well if you didn’t spend all day sleeping, then I wouldn’t have to.”
Vinyl responded immediately. “I have to. My job has me working at night, so I have to sleep during the day.”
Pip looked away from her a bit, his angry expression dropping, being replaced by one of general concern. “Well then, maybe you should get a new job. I mean, you’re asleep all day every day. You’re missing out on so much. So many great things happen around here during the day, and you miss out on all of it. Not to mention that you don’t have much time to make real friends and spend time with them.”
Pip lowered his head. “I like the night as much as the day. The Moon always looks so beautiful because, unlike the Sun, you can stare at it for as long as you like, and it always looks so beautiful among the stars on a clear night sky; but without also living in the sunlight of day, then it’s just not the same. And that’s what you face every day.” Pip then looked up to look his sister in the eyes.
After hearing what Pip had to say, Vinyl closed her eyes briefly and gave a short sigh. She then opened her eyes again and began to speak. “The problem with what you just said is that you’re only seeing things from one perspective. Think about it; this is the life that I chose, so of course I would have taken these things into consideration before I signed on for it. I have made a great life for myself. I have a great job doing what I love to do best, I’ve made tons of friends that are into the same things that I am, I get to spend a lot of time with them, and I still get plenty of rest; it’s just not the same way that most other ponies do. And if I want to go out during the day when I’m tired, to spend time with my friends; then I’ll just sacrifice some of my resting time and go. This is the life I chose and I wouldn’t have things any other way.”
Pip seriously took in what his sister just told him and he smiled. “You’re right. I guess I shouldn’t be telling you how to live your life. I just hope you understand that before, I was only thinking of you and wanted what was best for you.”
Vinyl smiled back at him. “Of course.”
Pip smiled back at her too. His mind then drifted back to the package he was still holding. “Oh right. Here’s your package,” he said as he handed her the package.
Vinyl reached out and grabbed it. “Thanks, bro.”
“You’re welcome.” Pip then turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him as he left.
Vinyl then turned her attention to the package. She opened it up and found a new pair of shades inside. Despite the fact that the room was already almost pitch black, and there wasn’t anypony else in the room with her, she still put them on. She couldn’t see anything now. She then struck a pose, making herself look cool.
She then fell right back onto her pillow and drifted off to sleep; even though she was still wearing her new shades. As she was falling asleep, one thought came to her: “Life is good.”
When Pip was done talking with his big sister, he decided to go outside and have some fun in the Sun. He opened the front door of his house and stepped outside.
Suddenly, his stomach started rumbling. “I guess I’m pretty hungry.” He then closed the door behind him and walked over to the marketplace.
After spending a good thirty seconds surveying the area, he decided that he wanted some apples. He then walked over to the apple stand. There were two other ponies in line ahead of him. They both bought their apples very quickly; just handed over the bits and took what they paid for.
When they were both gone, Pip stepped forward. There was a very large, red earth pony stallion attending the stall today. He had a short, orange mane, and a green apple half for a cutie mark. Pip stood in front of him for about ten seconds, waiting for him to say something. When he didn’t say anything, Pip decided to speak first.
“Uhhmm, can I get three apples please?” he said a bit nervously.
Big Macintosh then responded very straight forward, “Red or green?”
“Uhhmm, red please.”
Big Mac then scooped up three red apples from the stall and put them in a small, plastic bag. “That’ll be five bits.”
“Oh, yes.” Pip then reached into his saddlebag and pulled out five bits, and put them on the stall. Big Mac reached out and grabbed the bits, and then pushed the bag of apples towards Pip.
Pip grabbed the bag of apples with his teeth. “Thank you,” he said through the bag in his teeth. He then looked behind him slightly and then turned back. “Uhhmm, if you don’t mind me saying, sir… it’s just… you don’t seem to talk much, do you?”
Big Mac looked down at him and responded, “Nnope.”
“Well, it’s just… don’t you find it hard to talk to other ponies?”
Big Mac paused for a moment before responding. “Well it’s not exactly like Ah can’t speak; Ah just choose not to. Truth is, Ah actually have a lot on my mind. The thing is it’s just not relevant to the conversations Ah usually have, so Ah don’t saying anything. If Ah need to say something, Ah say it; if Ah don’t have to say something, then Ah don’t. Normally it’s ponies who talk the least who have most to say.”
“Wow; I never thought of it like that. But wouldn’t it be difficult to make friends with other ponies if you don’t talk to them?”
“Actually, it makes it easier. Other ponies like to talk a lot, and Ah like to listen a lot; so it all works out. Two ponies don’t have to be exactly alike to be friends. Sometimes, being completely different can make for the strongest friendships of all. And if you’re both into different things…” Big Mac paused for a second. “Then you’ll never run out of things to talk about.”
“You’re right; like the Sun and the Moon. They’re completely different, but they balance each other out.”
“Eeyup.”
“Sorry if I butted into your personal life. I guess I need to work on not doing that.”
“It’s okay. After all, we got to have a nice conversation.”
Pip smiled back at him when he said this. “Well, I better get going now.” He then turned around and walked away. He suddenly stopped and turned his head around. “Oh, I almost forgot; what’s your name?”
Big Mac then replied back simply, “Big Macintosh.”
“Nice to meet you, Big Macintosh. My name’s Pipsqueak.” He then turned his head around again and walked away.
Big Mac then returned to quietly attending the stall; a smile on his face, his mind full of thoughts and his mouth empty of words.
Pip continued walking along the streets of Ponyville, now munching on an apple. As he was walking along, he passed by Berry Punch.
Suddenly, many of the other ponies in the streets began talking amongst themselves. Berry couldn’t hear them all clearly as she walked passed them, but she knew exactly what they were all talking about. They were all talking about how she had a serious drinking problem, or about how she’s an over protective parent.
How exactly these rumours about her first sprung up is a mystery. She was spotted drinking in public on several occasions, so everypony started calling her the town drunk. From that point onwards, every time she went out, other ponies would openly mock her about it, use thinly veiled insults about it as conversation; try to talk to her about the terrible example that she was setting for her little filly, and what they could do to help her. She never responded to any of these ponies, which of course, only made their opinions of her even worse.
There were also other ponies who had come up with the idea that she was an over protective mother; never letting her little filly, Berry Pinch, out of her sight; or even that she named her that so that they would always be close.
Not a day went by that she wasn’t mercilessly teased about these rumours. However, as Berry Punch walked down the streets of Ponyville, she never raised her head once or reacted to what the other ponies were saying about her. She didn’t know where these ponies came up with these ridiculous rumours about her or why, but it didn’t bother her at all. She didn’t care what other ponies thought about her at all. It didn’t matter what she said, did or what others thought about her; it just didn’t bother her. That was the kind of pony she really was and she was proud of it.
As she was walking along, her little filly, Berry Pinch, walked up to her. She looked a lot like her Mommy, except she was smaller, her mane and coat were both a lighter shade of pink, her mane was striped, and she didn’t have her cutie mark yet.
“Mommy, my friends are all going to watch the Cutie Mark Crusaders try for their sky diving cutie marks. Can I go too?”
Berry Punch looked down at her cute, little face and smiled. “Of course you can, dear.”
Berry Pinch let out a loud squee. “Thank you, Mommy. I’ll be home in time for dinner.” She then turned around and walked away, skipping as she went.
Berry Punch then continued walking along; ponies whispering behind her, about her, and she just walked ahead, not caring at all.
Berry Pinch continued skipping along the foot path, with a big smile on her face. As she turned the corner, she passed Diamond Tiara, who was on her own, without Silver Spoon. As she passed her, Diamond Tiara suddenly shouted out, “Hey there, blank flank!” for no reason at all.
When Berry Pinch heard this, she suddenly stopped skipping, and her head fell down, with a frown on her face. She then continued walking along slowly.
As she was walking along, she passed by an old unicorn pony, with a brown coat, mane and beard, and no cutie mark.
When Diamond Tiara saw this, she then called out, “Well would you look at that: a fully grown blank flank!” When the unicorn heard this, he suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Diamond Tiara. Diamond Tiara’s face shrank. “Uh-oh.” She then turned around and tried to run away, but the old unicorn quickly grabbed onto her with his unicorn magic.
The old unicorn then walked over to her and raised her up so that they were both at eye level. “Do you find something funny about the fact that I don’t have my cutie mark?”
“Uhhmm, yes,” Diamond Tiara responded nervously, with a forced smile on her face.
“Some ponies never find their special talent and that makes them feel very upset; and you think that that’s something to laugh at them about?”
Diamond Tiara nervously rolled her eyes away. “I guess so.”
“W-w-what?” The old unicorn was flabbergasted at her answer. “Would you like it if I laughed at your misfortune? Hmmm. Well, there’s only one way to find out.” He then levitated Diamond Tiara into the middle of the street and let go of her. “Now march.”
Diamond Tiara began marching nervously down the street. The old unicorn walked behind her, and then called out at the top of his voice, “Hey everypony, look; it’s that filly whose special talent is wearing jewellery!” he said sarcastically. “That makes her completely not special! Let’s laugh at her for it!”
Dozens of ponies from all over town were there laughing at her. There was Caramel, Time Turner, Octavia, Carrot Top, Thunderlane, Daisy, Rose, Lily, Aloe, Lotus, Linky, Candy Mane, Sparkler, Snowflake, Mayor Mare, Raindrops, Flitter, Cloud Chaser, Blossomforth, Dinky, Sunny Days, Peachy Pie, Snips, Snails, Rumble, Dawn Flower, Lightning Flicker, Strong Steed, Diamond Flash, Dusk Shine, Cherry Blossom and more.
Diamond Tiara cringed her face in embarrassment, as she continued marching forward. It doesn’t feel too good being on the other side of it.
Suddenly, she was hit in the face by a water balloon from above. It hit her square on the head, and soaked her from head to hoof. She then looked straight up and snarled in anger.
Rainbow Dash dropped another water balloon and fell back on the cloud laughing. She then turned to Pinkie Pie. “You were right, Pinkie Pie. This town is full of interesting ponies.”
Pinkie Pie responded, “Yep. Everypony in town has their own story to tell. We just don’t have enough time to hear them all.” She then reached over for another water balloon and dropped it down.
Author's Note
I hope you all enjoyed my first one-shot. Chapter 3 of Bioshock Equestria is almost done and should be up soon.
In case any of you didn't notice, the form of this fic is based around an episode of The Simpsons which tells the stories of minor character and it contains some elements of it.
Also, each of the background ponies in this fic represents a different piece of my personality. I didn't originally intend to do that, it just sort of happened. Funny how things line up like that sometimes. Hopefully I didn't write any of the ponies out of character (or as much as the fandom gave them). I really like how this turned out and I hope you all did too.
