A True True Friend

by Darksied

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Original Character, Princess Celestia, Pinkie Pie, Human
Length: 6303

My first FiMfic. A multi-chapter, short-story about a teenager with an abysmal life. He is given Pinkie Pie to be his friend. Sad, depressive but a light, happy end. Hope you enjoy.

Mentally abused by his father and verbally by his classmates, David finds the only ray of light in his life in My Little Pony, particularly the cheerful Pinkie Pie. But after long, gruesome days, David slips deeper into depression and contemplates suicide. One morning, David wakes to find a solitary Pinkie Pie plushie sitting at the foot of his bed, with a note that says only "Hug this when you need a friend." Of course, David casually tosses this aside, but is oddly compelled to try it.

Published 2013-08-12 20:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-18 19:29:54 UTC

A Dark Life

What is life without light? Just darkness. Then the next logical question to ask would be "What is the light?" The only answer I can produce is that the light is what you make it, and to our character, the light was always a true true friend. This is the story of David, a depressing one at that. His mother died when he was ten years of age. Then, in the aftermath, he is forced to live his abandoning, verbally-abusive father and move to a school where he could never hope to "fit-in". Now 15, David has discovered the television show, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. This is where our story starts, with a forsaken and alienated David, enjoying himself for the first time in a long while.

"Wow, that was a good episode. I want to watch the next one." David said to himself quietly. He was alone in his house again, his dad was at work. David wondered what happened everyday at work to make his dad so angry. He quickly shook off this thought. David acted like he didn't care, because nothing could be bad enough to make his father act the way he does. David glanced carefully to his clock. It was already half-past three o'clock. Why did the time had to go so fast. He let his head drop. Tomorrow, he would be back at that shitty school. At this thought, he pulled his bedspread over himself and groaned into his pillow. Dad was going to be home soon. He looked up to see his small laptop screen, which still had his most recently watched episode of My Little Pony on it. The Sisterhooves Social. He really did like the show, but he could never let anyone know. Just the insults that are thrown his way regularly were more than enough, the last thing he needed was for those people to know he watched a show for little girls. But what could he do? It was one of the only thing that entertained him. Books got progressively more boring, he couldn't afford video games and he only had basic cable, so TV wasn't much of an option. His only real sources of entertainment were music and this show. Well, there wasn't much to do now.

"DAVID! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" His father bellowed as he walked into the house.
David un-curled slightly to close his laptop. His dad burst into his room. He saw David in bed and got close to his face.

"Listen you little shit, you answer me when I call you, but that's not what I came in here for. Why didn't you clean the living room? Why can't you just do simple tasks? I always knew there was something wrong with you, probably from your mother, but I didn't think it would be the inability to do basic work. Dear god."

"I did clean it, just like you said. I got behind everything." David replied calmly, but with a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

"But you didn't, did you? You skipped behind the TV and the chairs by the wall. You thought you'd just give yourself the authority to change the rules? Why can't you do anything right? Do you always have to be such a massive disappointment. I swear to God, I don't even know why I agreed to take you in, because you're just worthless. You can't do well in school, you don't do what I tell you and you just lay there all day. Did you even go outside today? Or did you just sit inside on your computer the whole day again. I'm out working six days a week so you can do mediocre in school and be useless....." he continued to rant like this for about another ten or twenty minutes, but this about the time David stopped listening.

"Just, go make some dinner or something. And try not to screw this up, like everything else." His father finished before vacating David's room. David got up from his bed, wearing only sweatpants and a loose T-shirt, and shuffled into the kitchen. He grabbed a box of Macaroni & Cheese, a can of Tomato soup and the ingredients for Grilled Cheese.

After dinner, David did the dishes and decided to take a shower and go to bed early, he'd need the extra energy for tomorrow. Mondays were always the worst, by far. David had no problem falling asleep.

Monday morning came quickly with no dreams. David woke at Seven O'clock. He was in no hurry to be at school early. He got packed, half-finished homework and all. It was near the end of the year, thank god. Really, before High School, it wasn't too bad. He had a few friends, but his dad was still bitter and hateful. But the second he walked in on the first day of ninth grade, the shit hit the fan. It didn't take long for the kids to become cruel and mock him about the death of his mother, and unlike the clichés of the movies, no one came to his rescue. They just let him suffer in silence. Nothing was ever said to administration, and there if was, he'd never heard about it. Still the insults piled on. The relief of summer came and went, with only a new laptop to show for it. Then sophomore year started, and no time was wasted by his old tormentors to return like moths to a flame. Now, new insults came, stuff like Poor Kid and Druggie because of his lack of new clothes and the other because of his new antidepressant, which didn't work very well. But now the year was now almost over, and he could leave this God-forsaken place. The only people he bothered to think about fondly were the people that never mocked him, which weren't many. The day went past with only mild abuse, but when David came home, his father was already there, which was odd. David walked in and called out.

"Dad? Are you home?" he yelled, to be heard around the house.

"Yes, son, I'm up here. Could you come here please." His father responded calmly. This was odd, his father sounded strangely calm. David walked up the stairs to his dad's room, but he wasn't there.

"I'm in here, David." He said, still uncharacteristically quiet. David walked into his room to see his father standing over his computer smashed to pieces.

"Oh my God, what happened?!" David yelled as he dropped his backpack and went to where the destroyed computer was.

"I got rid of it, for you own good. From now on, if you need a computer, I'll drive you to the library." He said, almost whispering.

"WHAT!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" David yelled as he turned quickly towards his parent.

"Don't yell at me David, I did this for your own good, you need to get some time away from the computer." he responded, his voice now rising. "All of your problems stem from that." He pointed at the computer.

"SO YOU COULDN'T JUST HIDE IT,YOU COULDN'T JUST LOCK IT UP?" David yelled.

"No, you would've just eventually found out where it was or how to get to it." His father's voice rising even more now. David stared at his dad for a long while with mixed emotions of hate, pain, and sadness. After that, his father left the room and said

"Dinner's in the kitchen, you don't have to come down." Then closed the door behind him. He had destroyed one of his only true possession. He would never forgive him. David just slowly walked to his bed, and curled up under the sheets. The days after that came and went, with David's mood plateauing at miserable. With summer came little relief. David did go outside more often, but not to play, just to brake out. He walked and thought about how much he'd like to be watching MLP. But little did David know, that through all of this, there was someone watching, keeping a close eye, and this person decided now was the time that David needed a friend more than ever.

Meanwhile, in Equestria

Celestia watched intently as she saw the days of this young, sad boy pass by. She had pity for him. Celestia had been watching the human race for quite a while now, the exact amount of time escaped her mind at the moment, but it had been around 10 years, ever since she discovered humans had the ability to experience worlds beside their own. Humans called this power the "Imagination". Celestia had heard this word before, but never in this sense. She continued to observe from Canterlot Castle and found that mostly children, what an odd name for foal that was, had this ability, but a few select grown people from around the world kept this proficiency as they grew. One of these humans went by the name of Lauren Faust, and she saw the land of Equestria, even Celestia herself. Thankfully, human minds were so cluttered, that the power could never be fully realized, and Faust only got a glimpse of this world. She then let her imagination take what it had seen and form it into a source of entertainment for young human fillies.

This was odd to Celestia, to see something so accurate to her own world projected in another. Later, older, adult humans, both male and female, took to the show. These deviants called themselves Bronies and Pegasisters. They became popular for mocking on the internet, which is some kind of magic that allows humans to connect from all over the world. Upon further in section of the Internet, Celestia found that it was a foul place, even among the Brony community, full of disgusting pictures and stories. But Celestia was determined to find those who were good among human-kind, which was mislead and dark. War was a constant with them. While many starved, others ate their full many times over in a single meal. But there were a few that Celestia could see were pure to an extent. David was one of them.

He was abandoned by his father, and his mother was murdered when he was still young. He was then forced to move in with his abandoning father, who only insults and abuses him. Then must go to a school where he is not even slightly relived by the Magic of Friendship, but is oppressed still. But there were a few thing that did make this boy smile. One of these things was My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, the show Faust had created based on Equestria. Celestia even observed that he had a particular attachment to an Earth Pony named Pinkie Pie. But the father grew evermore hateful, and destroyed the boy's only way of maintaining a lasting connection with the show. He slipped into depression in the off months of school. Darkness and hate filled him, but he was still pure. Celestia realized she must do something to make this boy feel loved in someway, so she did something drastic, something that could upset the fragile balance between their worlds. But she did it anyway, she had to. To save his life.

Worlds Collide

David woke late, as usual. He looked towards his clock. Eleven Thirty. Thankfully, his father was gone by then. David got up from his bed and took a quick shower. He thought about his schedule for today. Get dressed, eat breakfast, contemplate suicide for a while, almost do it, back out at the last second, cry for a while, do some reading, go for a walk, eat again, nap, get yelled at, eat a microwave or fast food dinner, go to bed hating life and wishing he would die in his sleep. David sighed and stumbled into his room. But then he noticed something odd. It sat there, bright pink and still. A perfectly placed Pinkie Pie plushie.

"Where did this come from?" David thought out loud. Carefully he approached it. He saw that it was sitting on top of a small envelope. He picked up the toy and moved it and opened the envelope.

In fine hand-writing, it said, "Hug this when you need a friend." What? Where was this from? Who sent it? The note had no signature or indication of a return address on the envelope. David's eyes drifted slowly and cautiously to the plush, now lying on it's side. David didn't believe a word of it. Like that thing was any substitute for a friend, it was just a toy. The mysterious person who sent this must have no clue how much his life really sucked. Whatever, it was a free plushie. David still liked the show, and Pinkie was his favorite character. So, David, after blowing off this odd development, left the toy on the ground, and went to go eat breakfast. He had the usual, boring, knock-off brand cereal. David decided to go for a walk earlier than usual. But the more he walked, the more his mind meandered to the plushie. Eventually, the only thing he could concentrate on for extended periods of time was the little, pink pony. He thought that it might be a good idea to go home and take another look at it. So he did. When he walked into his room, the toy sat where he left it. On the ground, next to the curious note. He picked it up, and sat it, upright, next to him on his bed. He stared at it for a long while, and it back at him with unblinking eyes. Upon closer inspection, David saw that this toy was different. It had no tag or logo to indicate ownership by a company. He picked it up eventually, and said only

" I can't believe I'm actually trying this." And preceded to hug the doll tightly. At first, nothing seemed to happen. In fact there was just enough time for David to think in his head

"I knew it was fake- what the HELL!?" That last bit he said aloud, because the toy now grew warm and began to glow. Not brightly, just with an odd pink aura. David dropped the toy immediately. The toy then stopped glowing altogether and sat totally still.

"What was that? What happened? What did it do?" David said, confused.

"Good questions." Said a quiet, high-pitched female voice from behind. David shot up and whipped around without hesitation. There, on the other side of his bed was a startlingly pink horse. No, not a horse, a pony. It locked eyes with David and both stood silently for a few never-ending seconds. David broke the silence the only logical way anyone would respond in such a situation. He screamed. The pony followed suit. The last David could remember was his head hitting the floor.

When David woke up, he was in his bed. He rocketed to his feet. Where was it? Where was..... Pinkie? Pinkie? Was it really her? She was no where to be seen. David felt his head. It hurt. There was a large bump, presumably from when he collapsed. Well, not really collapsed, more like feinted. He crept slowly out of his room and surveyed the hallway. Still nothing, but he felt something was still there. He walked slowly and quietly to the living room. The small TV sat there, untouched. But the kitchen was obviously occupied by someone or something. David got low to the ground in a crouch. He sneaked up to the doorway of the room. He didn't even get a chance to see who was standing in his kitchen before a calm and soothing, yet firm female voice sounded from inside the kitchen.

"David Matthews. Stand up." The voice said. Immediately, David rose to his feet and backed away from the door. "Do not be scared. I won't hurt you, I promise." The voice said, now accompanied by the sound of footsteps, or better put, hoof steps on the hardwood kitchen floor. David stood completely still. Through the doorway, came a tall, pure-white horse. Unicorn. No, Alicorn. Her shining multicolored hair waved in a nonexistent breeze. She stood proud and resolute, as if she actually belonged in this world. David was frozen in place. His mouth and throat dried-up. Celestia moved closer with a small, kind smile on her face. She looked behind herself and spoke softly. "Pinkie, don't be rude. Come out and say hello." A smaller Earth Pony poked her head out from behind Celestia.

"Hi." She said shortly and slinked back again.

"Pinkie, come now. Just come out and make a new friend." She still spoke softly. It reminded David slightly of his therapist. Always so soft and calm, even when he wasn't. Pinkie now responded to Celestia.

"He's no pony, he's something else. I don't want to be friends with him." Pinkie pouted.

"Hey, what's wrong with not being a pony?" David responded, without thinking. He regretted saying it right away.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH NOT BEING A PONY?!" Pinkie yelled. "It's wrong because you're something weird, what're they called? Humans? Yeah, that's right. Celestia told me all about you humans. How mean you are to each other.
and, and how-"

"Pinkie, stop." Celestia cut her off. She pointed a hoof to David. "He needs you." She turned towards him. "I've been watching you David."

"That's not creepy or anything." David remarked, a feeble attempt at a joke. Celestia's face did not move from it's resolute stare. "Sorry." He squeaked.

"I've seen the horrible things that have happened in your life. Your abusive father, your classmates, the death of your mother." She now spoke softer and more caring. With each of these things, David's head hung lower and his face grew darker. He sat on the ground and put his back on the wall. He closed his eyes and put his head back.

"Yeah, that's all true." He said, barely audible. He felt a hoof on shoulder. He was sure it was going to be Celestia, but when he opened his eyes he saw Pinkie. She hugged him tightly.

"I'm sorry for all those awful things that happened to you." She whispered. David returned the hug and said

"Why? You didn't do it, did you?" Pinkie snorted a small laugh. When the hug ended, David saw that Pinkie had teared up a little and found the same had happened to him. He wiped a solitary tear that rolled down his cheek, then his eyes. Pinkie did likewise. Celestia was visibly caught off-guard by this development, but was pleased. Her small, honest smile shone again.

"Pinkie Pie do you accept the mission I gave you, to be a friend with this human until further notice?" Celestia asked.

"Absolutely positively, Ma'am." She responded, seriously. David chuckled. Celestia did the same.

"In that case, you must know the rules." Celestia started. "First, you must never let anyone see Ms. Pie under any circumstances. You have a total of exactly 42 hours with her a month, that is all I can allow, with the fragile bridge between our worlds. You don't have to spend all 42 hours at one time. If Pinkie simply says 'I want to go home.' she will be automatically be teleported back to Equestria, and your time stops. You must hug the doll for Pinkie to be brought here, she must then accept the summon. If either does not happen, nothing happens. It requires both friends to agree to be successful."

"Finally, the doll is the only portal to this world. If it destroyed, I do not know how long it would take to make a new one. Months, maybe years, I cannot be sure. And Pinkie, try not to let your pony friends know. I would prefer as little mix-up as possible. Thank you and good luck to you both." And with a short, blinding flash, she was gone. The pair looked at each other for a long while. Then, the bright pink mare broke the silence.

"So, what'd you wanna do?" She asked.

Tales of Dissimilar Worlds

"I win again!" Pinkie shouted from across the coffee table. David stared at the Checker board. That the forth time she had beaten him. He hung his head. "Don't worry, I play this game all the time back home. I'm a pro!" She hopped up on this note. "I love it here in the human world, even though I can't go outside." Pinkie Pie had been spending time with David almost every day for the past month, Just for a little while, as to not waste time. They did different things, sometimes they would share stories, though Pinkie did most of the talking. Other times, they would play games, like Checkers. David mad sure to follow all the rules Celestia gave him. Since David didn't have many games in the first place, there wasn't much to-do.

Celestia had already told Pinkie plenty about the human world, but hadn't gone into anything specifically, so at first, Pinkie was a little lost when David talked about his world. David took it upon himself to teach Pinkie all he could about his world. That's what they did most of the time. It was fun, but it also scared Pinkie how evil and mean they were to each other. David's story, in full, didn't lighten the mood. But that was mostly behind them, and she had remained in a elated attitude. Sadly, David could not be the same way. Even with Pinkie around, his father was still himself, but she had helped tons. It was harder to get him out of a good mood, his depression had subsided slightly, and he hadn't even thought of suicide since he met Pinkie.

David had now only one more month until school started again, and the harrowing psychiatric evaluation, the one he was forced to go to every year since his mothers death. The first couple of times, it wasn't that bad, a little invasive and especially inconsiderate, but tolerable. But then, when he turned 13, he got a new Psychiatrist. He prescribed all different kinds of medication, most of which only made things worse. He obviously didn't care what happened to David, he just wanted a test subject. He gave no real advice to help David with his problems. David hated it.

"Hey, you there?" Pinkie waved a hoof in-front of his face.

"What? Sorry I dazed off. What's up, Pinkie?" He picked up the Checker board.

"It's almost the end of the month, how much time do we have left?" She followed him down the hall as he put the game board in a cabinet, and the pieces, in a plastic bag, with it. David looked to his watch, which Celestia seemed to done some magic on, so that it reads how much time they had left in the month on the digital display. Of course it still acted as a watch.

"About 6 hours left for the week. We really did well spending our time evenly. Hoof-bump." This was a gesture that she had taught him a few weeks ago. It was similar to a fist-bump, as indicated by the name. He glanced at the actual time. Three O'clock. Dad would be home soon. David sighed. "Pinkie, you should go home soon, because my dad'll be home soon." He said solemnly. She nodded and hugged him like always. Then she said loudly "I want to go home!" And she simply sparked out of existence, as usual. David read for a while until his father got home, though there was no yelling. He just went into his office for the night and didn't leave as far as David could tell. When David woke up the next day, his father was gone.

Psychiatric Evaluation

"It'll be fine, I promise." Pinkie comforted David with a hoof on the shoulder. His head still hung low as he sat on the edge of his bed. He had been dreading the next day, his evaluation. Pinkie Pie had been trying to console him the whole day. Sadly, not much of it had gotten through. It was quite ironic, the thing that was supposed to help him with his depression, only made him more depressed. He stood up, eventually.

"You know what, Pinkie? You're right, I should stop being sorry for myself and just get this over with. Thanks." He turned and smiled at her. Hers was far wider. She extended and hugged him.

"Great, now that that's over, what'd do ya wanna do? Games?" She suggested. She grabbed the deck of cards off of David's dresser. The fact that she couldn't even hold the cards properly in her hooves did not deter her. Unfortunately, Pinkie Logic didn't work in the human world, simply because it was impossible. David laughed a little and shook his head.

"Pinkie, it's almost time for you to go, but thanks for all the help. Sorry I invited you over so late." David had asked her to come over about an hour and a half later than usual because of his attitude. Eventually, he called for her to see if she could help. She had, but his father was going to be home soon. Pinkie nodded slowly. She hugged him again.

"Bye, see after your exam. Just remember, get it over with, and don't let them get under your skin. I want to go home!" She announced. And at that, she was gone for the day. David was more than ready for tomorrow. His father arrived home later than usual. They conversed little, if any lately. David was slightly relieved phenomenon, but also troubled, like a calm before the storm. David went to bed early that night. When he woke in the morning, he was more than ready.

His appointment was at ten in the morning, and the place was about an hour away, so he was up around eight thirty. His name was called soon after his arrival. The small "Therapist's" room smelled of cheap air freshener and turmoil. He sat on the cliché leather sofa and waited. After a few minutes, Dr. Lucas came into the room with a look of disappointment and annoyance on his wrinkled face. He took a seat in a large, brown-leather armchair across from David.

"David, how are you?" He asked writing at the top of a notepad. He looked up at David through small, round-framed glasses. David hesitated, then responded.

"I'm.. I'm fine. How are you?" He asked politely. The doctor ignored him and went back to his notes. He wrote quietly and then said

"So how's school, I heard there were some problems. Is it any thing you want to talk about?" Lucas said, condescendingly. His eyes shone with indifference, and his face reflected it. David could tell that no matter what he said, Dr. Lucas would not listen. He sighed and lied. It was the easiest thing to do, but David thought about his most recent school year just then, and found that his year really was just as bad as he thought it was. It was horrible. It forced him to the brink of suicide. He shot up to his feet and turned to the doctor. The doctor was caught off-guard by this.

"Actually, you know what? My year was horrible, I was tormented everyday by people I barely knew. I had no friends and nobody even bothered to try to help me. And you know what else? Your pills didn't help in the least. Nope, not one bit. Actually, it made things worse. I got teased even more by the fact I had to pop your DAMN PILLS! Not to mention, they only made my depression worse. Do you know what kind of HELL you put me through? DO YOU?!" He got close to the doctor's face with his own. He was obviously speechless and sat gaping at the sudden out-burst.

"David, I think you need to calm down. Obviously, what I'm prescribing you currently is not helping, as you said, but I believe this can help. It's a new Anti-Depressant. I think It'll help you-" David quickly cut him off with a swift smack to the face. David shouted.

"NO! DID YOU HEAR WHAT I TOLD YOU?! NO MORE DRUGS, NO MORE PILLS. I'LL DO FINE ON MY OWN! I'M DONE WITH YOUR PRISCRIPTION! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" He grabbed the stunned doctor by the shirt-collar and shook him. He shoved David away and stood up.

"YES, I HEARD YOU. YOU DON'T WANT ANY PILLS THEN? GOOD LUCK, YOU WON'T MAKE IT. Those pills were probably the only thing saving your life. If you kill yourself now, it's not my fault. I'll pass you, yeah. I'll make sure you see how much help you really needed. How much you still need. So, you know what, you pass. But don't come back to me. EVER!" And with that hanging in the air, he left the room. David followed suit shortly. His father didn't even bother asking how it went. They drove in silence. David spent most of the last remaining week before school with Pinkie. David found out about a week later, that the doctor had passed him. Wonderful, David thought, honestly, this is great. No pills, no worries. He had a friend he could go to now, a good, honest friend. He would make it without those stupid pills. he would do it right this time. David actually smiled as he walked in the front door to his homeroom.

Senior Graduation

Senior Graduation

David stepped away from the podium. He had just given his graduation speech. He hadn't finished top of his class, but it was good enough. He hadn't gotten much time to speak, but it was enough. It was all enough to let it be one of the best moments of his life. His dad smiled gave him a smile and thumbs-up from the audience. They applauded him off-stage, like everyone before him. He couldn't wait to tell Pinkie about it. He still couldn't believe it had been two whole years since they had met and she had agreed to be his friend. He had made a few new friends since then, but Pinkie had remained his very best ever since junior year.

And then there was his father. Turned out he had an undiagnosed mental condition. Extreme Emotional Sensitivity Disorder or EESD. It was why he abandoned David when he was born and was the root of his rage. It also explained his sudden depression. He was immediately put on medication to even it out, and it had worked! His mood had equalized, and he apologized to David sincerely. In fact, his father hadn't stopped apologized even after about a year and a half. His father went to a therapist about 3 times a month for while, but slowly the check-ups became fewer and farther between. David's father even moved up in his company and got a large raise. When David's birthday rolled around, they had gotten actual cable and David got a TV in his room. He and Pinkie had spent many hours watching TV since then. On top of all this, David's father was now dating a woman that was kind-hearted and sweet. She actually sort of reminded him of his mother. It was all good.

On the way home they picked up some ice cream. They enjoyed each other's company in silence. The obvious joy of the moment could be felt in the four door sedan. A tired smile was plastered across David's face. When he got home, he said goodnight and went straight to bed. When he woke up the next day, his father was already gone for work. He ate breakfast and hugged his Pinkie Pie plushie tightly. But something odd happened. The toy did not glow with it's bright pink aura as usual, instead, nothing happened. He frowned at the toy

"What's wrong with it?" He asked aloud. He tried hugging it again, but still it remained inactive. Suddenly, Celestia appeared in his room. He jumped, but his reaction was minimal to the intrusion. "Celestia, just the Alicorn I wanted to see." he joked, though her face did not waver from it's pained frown. He continued "The plushie isn't working, what's wrong? Is Pinkie rejecting my call? Is she alright?" He asked, concern growing in his voice with every word. Celestia hesitated, then sighed.

"Pinkie Pie is fine, but I cannot allow you to see her anymore." She started, then looked to David to reaction. He simply sat agape. She almost continued, but David stopped her with a hand. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Why? What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" He said quietly. He looked up to see Celestia had taken much pain to tell him what he had just heard. She continued.

"No you didn't do anything wrong. On the contrary, things turned out exactly how I planed. The two of you became great friends, your life improved many times over. But, that's just the thing, your life has improved so much and you've grown up. Soon you will be off to college, and you won't be able to take Pinkie Pie with you. You two need to part ways now. It was bound to happen. Please, don't be mad, this is just how it has to be." She said, kindly and sincerely. David could tell that this was hard for Celestia. He looked her in the eye, and felt tears rise to the surface of his own.

" Can.. can I see her one last time? Please?" His voiced wavered. She put a hoof on his shoulder.

"Yes, of course, and I'm sorry this had to happen." Her horn glowed lightly and in a burst of light Pinkie was in David's room. She whipped her head around and locked eyes with a sobbing David. She ran to him and hugged him. She turned to the princess.

"What happened? What're you doing here princess?" She enquired, comforting David.

"I'm not allowed to see you anymore, Pinkie. I'm sorry." He wept. He buried himself deeper into her embrace.
Pinkie reacted with a look of horror and pure pain. Her head snapped to Celesta.

"Why? What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" she asked, which was the exactly series of questions David asked previously. Celestia shook her head, sighed and re-explained the situation to her. Pinkie looked as if she were about to retaliate, but quickly gave up on the subject. She knew that it would be futile.

"So, this is the last time I'll ever see David?" She asked, tearing up. The princess nodded slowly, refusing to make eye contact with either of the pair. Pinkie looked to David. He was still crying. She followed suit. The two sat, holding each other and bawling, for a while. Eventually, when they both agreed it was time, they broke away. Pinkie turned to Princess Celestia and nodded. She turned around and spoke to David.

"Goodbye, David, I won't ever forget you. I love you." She looked down quickly on this last note. David looked up to see the two Equestrians fading away in brilliant light. He forced himself to sit still. But he yelled.

"I LOVE YOU TOO, PINKIE!" He thrusted himself forward, but was launched back by some invisible force. All he could do was sit and watch his best friend, his first real friend, fade out of existence forever.

He sat for a long time, not crying, not making a single noise. After a while, he reached for the plushie. Slowly, he pulled close to his chest. He thought of all the time he had spent with Pinkie. The games, the stories, all of the times in which he called on her and she answered without hesitation. He remembered the time before his father was diagnosed, how Pinkie gave him strength. He sat and remembered how she taught him how to make friends. He remembered all the days, countless hours they spent together. He now cherished every moment, and if he could just have that back, he would cherish it all the more. He felt a warm lump in his chest. No, not in his chest, on his chest. He opened his eyes to see his Pinkie Pie plushie shining blindingly. He warmth wrapped around him. He was now forced to close eyes, the light was glowing so brightly. That was all he could recall. When he woke the next morning, he was in a world beside his own.

A New Life

And so this is where our story ends. With David waking up the next day. But not in his world, but instead in Equestria. The power of friendship had tore a hole in-between the two worlds, and David traversed the rift. He was changed, in the process, into a pony. A true example of the true Power of friendship. Thankfully, his memory remained fully intact. He found Pinkie Pie and the two made a life together. Celestia told him that if were somehow traverse the bridge between worlds, the entire "structure" would collapse and the worlds would crash together and destroy each other. He was in no rush to go back though. He now goes by Calamine. He's a famous a chemist in Equestria, and has helped plenty of ponies. This is my biography of him. The first pony that was once a human, and one of my best friends husband. The light in his life was a friend, not just that but a friend despite the obvious barriers of their race and planes of existence.

Sincerely Yours- PrincessTwilight Sparkle