My Little Human: Disjointed Memories

The White Room

I couldn't remember... anything. I knew who I was, yes, but why was I here? Here in this hexagonal room, here with these doors.

I recognised them, not the doors, but the emblems, boldly emblazoned at head height, telling all who looked upon them who, or what, would reside inside.

The room was white. Not blinding, not painful, just... white. I could barely see the corners, where the floor met wall, and wall met ceiling. There was no light source, just the ambient light of the room. It was peaceful but... sterile. That's the word. It had no personality, it only projected the personality, radiating from the doors like heat, or sound. I knew the people I would find on the other side of those doors. My friends.

I smiled at the thought, friends. I've always had a few, but these ones were special. The violet door, the lighter lavender and white star, surrounded by five other tiny white stars. My sister, Twilight Sparkle. We'd been together since day one. Older sister, mentor, keeper, boss, she'd filled more roles in my life than all others. I chuckle softly, she thinks she takes care of me, but I knew that it was quite the opposite, she never wanted this life. She'd rather be up in her little tower, studying everything and anything, but I knew she wouldn't go back, wouldn't give this up, not for all the books in the world.

I turn slightly to the right, and I could almost feel the bass thumping. A pink door, the balloons practically bounced. I could almost hear her voice, 'C'mon Spike, I wanna *dance*.' I would twirl and she would spin, faster and faster until we were both dizzy and needed to sit down. I just hope she didn't spike the punch again, it didn't have the intended effect the first time she tried it, though watching Rarity try to use a pillar as a stripper's pole was quite humorous. I shook my head, and turned to the next door.

Orange, with three bright red apples that looked almost good enough to eat. Applejack, the epitome of the southern Bell. In body, if not in mind or spirit. I could almost smell the fresh apple pie, still warm from the over, and a drawling southern accent, calling if I wanted a slice, 'Seein' as you've been such a help.' I'd smile, and say yes, and be treated to some of the best baking I'd ever tasted. You could tell who made the pie from the tiny accents that they added. Granny smith added a few splashed of rum, for extra zest. Big Mac would be a bit bland, but always made with the utmost care. Applejack always added extra cinnamon, just enough that you could taste it. But I would help out just for a smile, and maybe the occasional hug, but something extra on the side was never turned away. I smirked at that, thinking to myself, 'Take *that** as you will.'* I turn to the next door.

A yellow door, the butterflies so lifelike I almost expected them to fly away. Fleuretta - called Shy now - so kind, and soft spoken. I never let that fool me, she was a tiger, soft and beautiful to look at, but deadly when threatened. I remembered our time as teacher and student. She was quiet, and patient, but she still expected me to learn. Her test's were the worst. I spent more time in the hospital wing that year than with Twilight in the library, but I can now tell the difference between dried and crushed nightshade, and what you needed to neutralise it. I wouldn't say it was fun times, but she spent every minute with me in the hospital, more often than not apologising quietly while I puked out my guts.

The memory fades, and I turn to the next door: white, almost invisible in this room of white. Three blue crystals shined as if they possessed an inner light. Rarity, a high class lady born in a middle class town. She was nice, I hadn't expected that, and ballsy, I definitely hadn't expected that. I could have fallen for a woman like her, a few years ago, before... but that's another story. Kind, caring, generous, yes, I could have fallen for a woman like that. But this is now, and here, and there is no time for things like love. I sigh, no need to depress myself with what could have been, better to know my friends for what they are, and not what they could have been. Down that path is heartbreak.

The last door, blue, with a rainbow coloured lightning bolt extending from a cloud, Rainbow Dash, fastest flyer in Equestria. Cool as ice and proud as a lion, or a dragon. Dumbest smart person I knew, and the biggest braggart. She was a study in extremes, both physical and mental, but still the funnest person I knew, and I am counting Pinkie. Pinkie could make you laugh, but Dash made you feel better just by being around, like her cool and confidence could rub off by her presence alone. That and she knew all the best napping spots. I just wish she wouldn't wear the mask around us, we didn't need it, but maybe she did.

The room grows dark, and a presence seems to enter the room with me. I wondered what was going to happen now?

"Who is best pony?"