Babs Seed Profile

And of course, my dreams bring me here again... Whelp, can’t say my coffee didn’t tip me off to comin’ here, Babs thought as soon as she arrived in the same red room that her dreams have usually been bringing her to. She once again stood at one end of the same red room with the same red leaf floor and the same creepy blue doors and the same two pink chairs in the center. The only major difference in the room from the last time she was here was the very noticeable lack of the little pony twins. As per usual, she wandered around the room looking for other noticeable differences. She went over towards the charcoal black desk to the left of the fireplace, where she found something of interest.

“Oh hey, a sugar doughnut!” Babs exclaimed in joy. “Now I won’t have to be so hungry later on,” as she casually stuffs the delectable treat into her shirt pocket.

The only other noticeable difference she came across in the room was that the monitor and one of the mannequins were overturned and lying on the ground. Finding little else to do, she made her way over to one of the doors. I hope to Celestia this stupid door isn’t locked, she pondered to herself as she grabbed on to the knob with one hoof. Amazingly, when she turned the knob, the door actually opened, revealing nothing but the inky black darkness of the unknown. After staring into the abyss for a moment, she convinced herself that going through the door was her only course of action, and so she proceeded.

On the other side of the door, as Babs soon discovered was a simple hallway, with the same red leaf carpet as before, as well as large dirt walls that stood taller than most ponies. At the end of this hallway stood another door, and as far as Babs could see, there stood nothing in between her and this new door. She proceeded down this new hallway for a good fifty hoofsteps, to about the halfway point, when a voice started to call out to her.

“Babs! Babs!” the voice called out pleadingly. Oddly enough, the voice sounded like it came from a filly, or so Babs thought. She turned around momentarily to see precisely where this voice came from, and was met with quite a surprise. Standing behind her, only a few hoof-steps away, was a young filly. A young filly that looked exactly like Babs did when she was younger. The two Babs stared at each other, neither saying a word, nor moving a muscle, just standing and trying to perceive what was going on. Then Babs heard something else from behind. Only this time, it wasn’t the voice of a filly.

Babs quickly wheeled around to see what was behind her this time. What she saw that appeared there began to raise fear in the mare. About halfway between her and the door stood what appeared to be a lanky stallion. This stallion appeared to have a ghastly white coat and an eerie, short black mane, and was somehow standing on only its two hind legs, while reaching out towards her with its two forelegs. It appeared to wear a light grey shirt and light grey cap, and seemed to be covered and what appeared to be splotches of Inky black blood. The sound she heard was actually the unsettling, unearthly moaning coming from the thing’s gaping maw.

“Don’t breathe!” the filly Babs called out to the older Babs. “Hold your breath! Dey can’t see you if you hold your breath!” The older Babs turned back towards her filly self. “Hurry!” the filly Babs exclaimed to the older Babs while covering her mouth with one hoof. “Like this! Cover your mouth!” Older Babs paused to contemplate what was happening, what her filly self was doing, and most importantly, whether or not older Babs could trust her younger self. After a moment of thinking it over, older Babs decided to trust the younger Babs standing before her and covered her own mouth with one hoof in turn. She placed her other foreleg around her younger self, allowing her younger self to lead her older self past this monstrosity.

Slowly, the two Babs crept around the rather zombie-like stallion. It, in turn started to become more grotesque and more distorted as they approached even closer. By the time the filly and the mare were next to it, the thing appeared to start to defy the laws of its own physiology. Now the thing was making clicking noises while standing on its hind legs with its back to them; however, its back contorted and was bending itself backwards at a nearly ninety-degree angle. The older Babs wasn’t even sure that a normal pony’s back was even capable of achieving such a feat, yet there was no denying what stood almost less than a hoof away, somehow now even looking towards Babs and Babs. The pair stood there, next to this freakish nightmare for what seemed like minutes, almost to the point of losing consciousness from lack of oxygen At the distance that older Babs stood from the creature, she could now see more clearly that it possessed no eyes; only dark black voids occupied the sockets. The muzzle of the monstrosity almost seemed to have dark black blotches all around its mouth and up into its cheeks, almost as if someone painted a sick, twisted smile on its face. She was able to deduce that these horrors were unable to see her, at least in her current state. Otherwise it would’ve reacted to their advances at some point. Eventually, Babs and Babs shuffled away from the disturbing figure and finally reached the door. When they arrived, filly Babs removed her hoof from her mouth, so older Babs followed in turn.

“Who... are you?” the older Babs asked to her younger self. The filly did not respond as she simply opened the door. The last thing that the older Babs saw was the filly smiling at her, before her vision faded to white.

Babs woke up that morning in the bed that she was in. Since she was already well acquainted with Applebloom and the Ponyville Apples from her previous two visits, she decided to spend her stay with her Ponyville kin at Sweet Apple Acres, rather than some lucidly expensive hotel. She sat up from the bed, pulls out a cigarette, and begins to smoke. Then she began to narrate her thoughts to herself.

“Berry... Da symbolism in my dreams continues to intensify: a forest of red trees, a carpet wit’ red leaves, strange dolls, and twins. But dat filly is what bothers me da most. I swear I’ve seen her before... I just can’t remember where.” Babs stopped smoking as she got up from her bed. “Well, it’ll probably come back to me eventually, but for now, we need to get coffee!” She got dressed in her still clean suit with a red tie and preceded to head downstairs. “Let’s head to da kitchen, Berry. I hope Granny has some real coffee. I really need some coffee.”

Babs entered the kitchen that morning, eagerly awaiting a lovely home-cooked meal and, more importantly, her coffee. When she began her final years of schooling, she had discovered the joys a cup of coffee could bring to a pony (as well as the occasional cigarette, but that’s another story for another time). Babs has been drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes at least once a day ever since.

“Well good mornin, Babs’” a kind, elderly voice called to her. She turned around to find a much older mare making her way towards the pony that just entered. The older mare had a light lime green coat and wore her light grey mane and tail up into large buns. Her face was adorned with wrinkles that showed her age, and her half-closed, light orange eyes revealed her wisdom. “Yer breakfast‘s ready for ya.” “Ah, thanks Granny Smith!” Babs replied cheerfully as she made her way towards the Apple family’s legendary comically long dining table, said to be the only table in Ponyville that was able to seat each and every member of the Apple family at the same table. “I’m starvin!” She sat down at the head of the table and began to chow down on her delicious breakfast of apple strudels and apple turnovers with apple butter. She stopped momentarily and looked around confusedly.

“Is everythin all right, Babs?” asked Granny Smith, who was concerned with Babs’ confusion. Babs replied quickly “Oh, yea; it’s delicious Granny Smith. My compliments to da chef. By da way, where is everypony?”

“Ah, well, yer cousins, Applejack n’ Big Macintosh, already ate their breakfast,” Granny Smith assured as she took a seat on the other head of the table. “It’s gettin t’be close to Apple Bucking season again, so the two of ‘em have been real busy gettin ready for it. And yer cousin, Applebloom, is still asleep and should be down soon. It’s a dang shame she couldn’t give a buck with helpin’ out yer other cousins...”

“Really?” Babs asked with surprise and doubt. “I’d think dat she’d be more dan willin to help out around da farm.”

“No, I mean that she’s physically not strong enough to effectively buck the apples out of the apple trees,” corrected Granny. “That’s why she joined the Ponyville police force.”

“Oh...” Babs replied, now slightly embarrassed at mishearing the situation. “I guess it’s a good thing dat dere’s nopony else around.”

“WHAT WAS THAT?” Granny smith yelled over, apparently unable to hear as she held her hoof over to her closest ear. “THE SALT’S IN THE RIGHT SHAKER OVER THERE... Oh my. We’re all out of pepper. I’m very sorry.”

“I SAID DAT I GUESS IT’S A GOOD THING DA DERE’S NOPONY ELSE AROUND,” Babs yelled back. “Granny, it might help to hear you better if you could sit a little closer.”

“Oh my now, Babs, yer embarrasin me,” Granny Smith began to blush. “So early in the day too! I think Ah’m a little too old for you. And Ah’m yer Granny no less. However, I still love my departed husband, may Celestia rest his soul. I appreciate the invitation, but Ah’m fine over here.”

“WHAT?” Yelled Babs in response. “I CAN HARDLY HEAR YOU FROM ALL DA WAY OVER DERE.”

“Oh, yer exaggeratin. This is fine,” Granny assured. It won’t do t’be all clumped together with such a large table. We Apples gotta make use of all this space!” Babs slammed her hoof to her face. “Now tell me, Babs,” Granny continued, “How’ve things been for you since the last several years?”

“I been well overall,” Babs answered. “I’ve managed to land me a job in da Manehatten branch of da FBI about three years ago. I’ve been workin on a few cases ever since.”

“Oh my,” Granny commented. “There’s no need t’be the ‘Iron Pony’ while yer here. I want ya to be able to relax, y’hear? So if you need anythin, and I mean anythin, just let me know, and the Apple family’ll help out in any way we can.”

“Say, Granny,” Babs asked. “It’s been awhile since I’ve last been in Ponyville, Is dere anythin I should know about dis town?”

“Well, let’s see here....” Granny began to think. “It does rain here quite often, but Ponyville’s a nice place surrounded with nature. It was a big n’ prosperin town ‘til not too long ago. We used to have over six thousand ponies in Ponyville, but now only about six hundred or so left of ‘em now. I suppose the clock tower on the edge of town is also famous. Y’know it rings from mornin ‘til night to let all the ponies know the time. Now, is there anything else you’d like to know about?”

“Yeah, actually,” Babs replied. “Could you tell me about da shops around here?”

“The, uh... what now?” Granny began to fumble. “I uuuh....”

Applebloom suddenly entered into the kitchen, wearing her police-pony garb she wore yesterday. “Ah can answer that for ya,” she interjected as she made her way towards the middle of the table. “Hiya Granny, Hiya Babs.”

“Alrighty then,” Granny said as she got up from the table. “I’ll get you yer breakfast while you tell yer cousin Babs what you know.”

“So then, about the shops,” Applebloom began. “If ya wanna buy a sweet treat for later, then you’d wanna stop by Sugarcube Corner. The family who owns it, the Cakes, are really nice. Ah’m sure you’ll get to like’em. The Twist n’ Shout Diner is a great place to eat. Mah old friends, Twist and Snails, own the place, so it’s kinda new, but it’s turnin out ta be really popular ‘round town. There’re also two bars in Ponyville: the ‘Everfree Tavern’ and the ‘Chim Chimeny Cheroo Pub.’ Ah know Sweetie Belle owns the Everfree Tavern, and Featherweight helps her run it, and that Pip ‘n his dad own the Chim Chimeny Cheroo Pub, but ah rarely ever go to either of those places mahself. Y’know, busy with the family and all. There’s also the town hall, Carousel Boutique, n’ even a gunsmith. Ya should be able to find what ya need.”

“Thanks, Applebloom,” Babs said to her as both of then finished eating breakfast.

“Well, I better start cleanin up, now,” Granny stated as she headed towards the table. “Both of you take it easy, and I’ll bring Babs’ coffee out in a moment.”

“Thanks Granny Smith,” Babs told her. “But I gotta warn you. I am very particular about my coffee. Da very best you have, please.” Granny delivered babs her coffee with a side of cream shortly afterwards. After the delivery, Babs took the side of cream and added some to her coffee. She then stared into her coffee with great interest, as her coffee would soon reveal the future to her. After a moment of staring into her beverage, she quickly exclaimed to herself. “Whoa, did you see dat, Berry?! Clear as a crisp, spring mornin! C-D-D. In. Da coffee! I knew I could count on it. It never fails me.” Babs then finished her coffee. “Now, let’s get going.”

Applebloom then shouted out “Y’know, sometimes, Babs, you scare me.”