Viva Revolution

by MonsterAddict

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other
Length: 988

Revolution of the background ponies has begun. RUN!

For so the long the tyranny of those with cutie marks and a realised place in this world has gone undisturbed...but not anymore. The rise of the background ponies is beginning. Royal guards, musicians, shopkeepers, and others alike, who have all been shunned to remain in the background for all eternity...

Published 2013-10-22 22:20:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-22 22:20:03 UTC

Chapter 1

We are all gears in this society. Some bigger than others, some smaller. The greater, much mightier cogs of course, take on the vaster, bigger, more important life roles. Riskier, but more fulfilling. Not just the same as every pony else. Well that’s how I look at it anyway…

Of course, if you’re thinking I’m one of those exigent, momentous and prestigious gears, you’re sadly mistaken. Probably me more sad then then you thou. Then you may ask, what have I got to be sorrowful, sad and just downright depressed about? I feel… half empty… I feel like I could be so, so many things, in this short unlived life. But I’m not.

Limitless opportunity waits at every corner; well that’s what I thought… at first. I tried everything, literally anything, and I mean ANYTHING… to get myself out here. Make a name for myself, in this geared driven world. But to my dismay… it was not to be. People like… me… there is no place for us. Except the back ground of course…

I had nothing left… not even the basics. No family, no shelter, and most importantly… no bits left… and nothing special in the slightest about me. Not even a cutie mark… and having a cutie mark is everything in Equestria, it shows you actually have a part to play in society. Not just some random mistake an intelligent design put on this place to toy with. You have a place, a home… a place to… belong to…. I never had that, a place to belong. You can’t possibly hope to even begin, to imagine how lost I was in this world, and how hopeless my situation in this cruel world was. One word. Unbearable. I was a dull, weathered and small colourless piece, in a mosaic beautifully formed to make the big picture.

I was just beginning to lose hope, not like that was any different from usual… but no… Equestria wouldn’t let me rot in peace that easily, oh no. They care for everyone, or so they say. Actually, probably the worst place to be, right here. If you have dreams of being found and raised above your station, to limitless fortunes and fame beyond your wildest dreams. Well that’s the old cliché anyway, the equestrian dream… but nothing in life can ever, ever be that simple. A curve ball is thrown right at you, when you are at your most vulnerable. Life, if anything can describe it, is disappointment. I am the worst possible thing to be. I am nothing... I am a Royal Guard. Oh why couldn’t they have just let me die?

Yes you did hear correctly. I’m one of those-those things, which just stand in obscure places, guarding… whatever it is, all day, and every day. It is literally all we do. It is the worst thing, and every pony knows why. First things first, we’ll all look the BUCKIN same! All clad, from hoof to mane, in the same, dull coloured, plating of cold unforgiving life choices armour. You probably don’t even notice us, do you?! But we’re there, in the background, as always. Always out of sight. Right in the corner of your eye. Never in focus, but just right at the edge of your peripheral vision, that you know something is there. Do you know, seriously what it even feels like. Being nothing more than a waste of space, well if people actually noticed that you ever existed in that space to begin with?

It’s not in my place to rant, I’m sorry; I have no place to begin with. But, I just wanted, someone… to be aware. Know the pain, a feeling that some didn’t even know existed in their rainbow and chocolate covered world. I’m probably being just a pretentious neigh sayer. I know we all have problems, I’m not saying we don’t. I’m not the only one to who have suffered what I have gone through, I know many have had worse, and I just want someone to notice us. I’m not the only one. I’m just actually speaking out about it. No stand or revolution is being made, perhaps. People should know us. We are not there just to compliment the background with pretty colours, WE ARE A LIVE … and very much so. We are many in masses. But our voices of anguish couldn’t be even quieter, little more than a squeak. And all these years it’s been like that. No change. Not anymore.

Revolution can happen in many ways. We cherish what we have in life to the fullest, unlike those of you, who are born into wealth. With your fancy houses, and your happy go lucky lives. For some reason I can’t explain, none of you can see this. But not anymore.
Everyone looks down on us. This is not the Equestria I once believed in. It’s thriving with corruption and drenched in the rancid smell of greed, suffering and ignorance. This place is sick, decrepit with false belief on everything having a special place in this world. No body questions this flimsy ideology. It’s so fragile, isn’t it, our beliefs. Nobody sees it, especially ourselves. But we aren’t special. But still no one questions us, or helps us. We are literally not there, out of sight. So ponies can go on living in their fragile belief that everything is ok in their little world, everyone is special. Well not anymore.

I’m sorry, so sorry. But to get a simple message across to people, shouting until someone listens just doesn’t cut it anymore. Meaning is a crucial part in anyone’s life, without it what’s the point in existing? Many have pondered that question. But I’ve had enough thinking, and so have so many others of life’s rejects. To act is to show some a sign of life. And we are all full of life.
Viva revolution.