Child's Toyby Public ReaderChapters1231V1 Sombra was defeated. But his curse was already placed. Nopony knew that the Princess of the Night would be in danger. The magic that had been put upon Princess Luna was newly created. Even the one who cast it knew not what it would do. But the princess would lay in unknown peril in her throne room. She was going through the daily task of having to deal with the affairs of her subjects. "And that is why I need his land. " A white stallion stated to the princess. "I have said the same thing for the past year. No, just because you think that your 'low life scum' neighbor doesn't deserve to own property doesn't mean that he isn't allowed to." Luna said staring at the ceiling. She was tired of hearing this. It was the third noble to ask for his neighbor's land so far this night, and she still had a good amount of time left listening to the narcissistic men. She bothered herself with by floating a feather with her magic as the next pony came in. Without looking down, from her important task of trying to launch the feather out the hole in the window, she asked "What problem are you having with your neighbors tonight? ". When she heard no response she gave up on her challenge, and looked at the new pony. He was a short, pinto coloured fellow. He was staring up at her with each eye bigger than her moon. "How can I help you sweetie?" She asked. He immediately stuck out his chest and stood up as tall as his little legs would let him. "Hi! My name is Pipsqueak. I am going to be a pirate and sail under your flag." Luna however was freaking out. Not only was he a fan of her's, he also had a Trottingham accent. Plus he dreamed of sailing under her. She squealed like a little girl and ran up, and plucked him off the floor and hugged him. His reaction was one of delight. On his face was the biggest smile, bigger than the one he wore before. "Princess... Luna, I need... to ask you.. something." He said while Luna was in the midst of her strangle/hug. He was suddenly pushed out into the air. "Yes little one?" Luna said with a smile. "Well, in order for me to be allowed to have your moon on my flag I need your permission." He said with a sheepish smile." You know, trademarks and stuff." Luna looked back at him, causing him to create an even more sheepish smile. "Where did you learn about trademarks little one?" She asked intreaged. "Well, my daddy yelled at me when I put up a flag in my boat with the moon on it. He said that he could get sued and then I would be in big trouble." The once happy colt quickly grew droopy." I don't like it when I get in trouble. " Luna looked at him, concerned for his well being, and put him back on the ground. "Of course you can use my moon. In fact..." she paused to bop him on his snout in a playful manner, "I hereby grant you the permission to use whatever you want that has to do with my night." He sat there for a second trying to process what was just said to him. Once he understood what had happened, he jumped up in the air. "Really Miss Princess Luna. Do ya mean it? " "Of course darling. " she smiled seeing the joy that she had given to the kid just by letting him use pictures of the night. "Quick Note. Write up a legal document stating what permission he gets. " After this was said a new pony walked out from behind the throne. He was a pumpkin orange, with a brown mane and a brown and light brown stripped scarf. (#4 minus the cutie mark) He turned to the young colt. "Follow me little one. " he said while they left the room, leaving the princess with a guard. "Guard." "Yes princess. " "Go tell my sister to investigate the colt's father. " "Yes mam." He quickly went on with his task, leaving the princess with her thoughts. These thoughts however were cut short when she felt an intense pain throughout her body. "ARGKH" she screamed out. She was then engulfed in a smoke-black and blood-red magic flame. When the fire ceased to burn, all that was left of the princess was a small plastic doll surrounded by a singed marble floor and ash. The floor opened up and swallowed the doll. As the hole closed a little bit of the ashes was blown up into the air, causing it to swirl like magical snowfall. The door burst open to reveal around five guards, the young colt and Quick Note. All of which showed different reactions. The guards ran across the room waving spears at an invisible, nonexistent threat. The colt immediately began to weep, while trying to say something that would never have been understood. The writer had the worst out of all of them, as he immediately looked down and began writing. "Everypony must know." The words that he was writing would cause a panic that would end the peace across the land. Meanwhile on Earth A little kid, one no more than 9, was walking down the street when he noticed a flash of light. Interested, he walked over to the spectacular sight. When he came upon scene, all he found was a little doll of a blue pony that had a moon on its butt. Once he saw the moon all he said was. "Muna!" Author's Note Hey what's up. This is my first FanFic so please creative comments only. Tell me if you liked it because I want to know if I should continue working on it or to go back to only reading on this site. 2If you were to walk down Erman street, you would't notice anything weird. You would pass the normal middle class houses, the ocassional child who would be outside, and the few cars that would be out driving. You wouldn't notice the 8 1/2 year old kid who was playing with a doll. The street was normal to the naked eye. But something wasn't normal. It wasn't know by anyone that lived there. Their lives didn't change at all when the monumental event happened. because they all lacked the knowledge of how the doll wasn't a normal doll. Instead it was a goddess from another world. Even if they knew this, they would not believe it. Because the doll they see is just cloth, dye, and stuffing. They wouldn't be able to see that it looked that way because the of a curse, that was laid upon this goddess, removed all emotion and soul from the body. Which is why you become a doll, the one thing that is just an empty shell. The child with this doll would play with it non the less. A doll is doll, and to him it was just a toy for a child. As he played with it, using his imagination to create his own perfect world, a smile could be seen across his face. He wasn't laughing, or talking to himself. His smile was one of pure peacefulness. The doll gave him the one thing his life lacked, peace. And nobody knew this. Looking at his face all you would see is a mask. Not out of being shy or nervous. But a mask that would protect him from a man. But nevermind the man, we are watching a child play with his first toy. His playtime however would be interrupted by an older group of children. These children always had smiles on their faces. Buth these smiles were unpure. These were made out of a life of harrasment. These smiles were vile, made by te countless hours of torment they caused to those younger or weaker then them. They casually aproached the child, and as they did the doll came into view. The smiles they wore grew bigger and more twisted. One of them extended out a hand, causing the group to stop. He then charged at the lone child, snatching up the doll as he sped by. "Sup loser. Hope ya don't mind if a play with your doll." he said as he held the doll up in the air. the child did not even look up. He knew that this would have happened at some time. Happiness came and went by this neighborhood without stopping the spread its gift. When he recieved no response from the kid, he walked up and punted him in the stomach. "Hey, fag!" he yelled, then got on his knees and put his face into the kids face. "I want to play with this piece of shit, is that OK with you." he wispered. The kid looked up, his face red with a mix of anger and pain, then returned to looking at the cement. "Whatever shit-head." with that he threw the doll "Come on guys, lets leave." The group left the kid, looking for another target. The kid stood up and walked in the direction of where the doll had been thrown. He came upon a fence, and after scrambling over, he saw the doll. He walked up to it and picked it up. "Sorry I didn't stand up for you." He wispered to the doll. He crawled back over the fence and started to walk away from the street. Meenwhile in Equestria "Quick Note." "Yes your highness." "Why did you send word to every newspaper facility in equestria that Luna went missing. Even though it hasn't even been 3 hours since she left." "Well, she screamed and disappered, so I assumed that quick actions needed to be made." "Yes, but now I must deal with the havack you have caused. And we don't even know if she just left for something. She probably isn't even in any danger." "Yes ma'am." "Go, let me be." The writer left the room, and once the doors closed the princess sighed. She looked over to the clock that was in her room, it was almost time to lower the sun and Luna was still nowhere to be seen. She walked over to her balcony and looked around at her kindom. "Where are you sister." Her voice hinted at the fact that she was not worried, but annoyed. Back on Earth "Hey you little shit, get in here." A man grabbed the kid and pulled him inside by the scruff of his collar. "where the fuck were you?" He slapped the kid across the face,"Huh, where. You still need to fucking do your work around this house. Pull you own weight remember. Wait, Did you fucking tell anyone our little secret." The kid was looking at the floor, he knew how disrepectful it was to look at someone's, who is worthy, face. "No." "good, you know what happens when you tell someone. Don't you." "Yes." "Good, Now go to your room. We have alot of work for tommorrow." He ran off down a hallway, jumped and a room and closed the door. He pressed his ear to make sure he wasn't coming back. Once he was sure he was safe he ran to the window. He looked down into the bushes. Inside, hidden, was the doll. all he did was put his index finger to his lips. "Shhhh." Author's Note Sorry, really tired when i wrote this. Stayed up to watch the day of the doctor in the cinema. It was great. anyway tell me how this chapter is. 3Author's Note Probably not finished with this chapter, just wanted to put something out on my birthday. Happy birthday to me. So sorry for the shortness of this. 3 In a house, a child is laying face down on the floor. Upon the child's face is a red mark in the shape of a hand. Bestriding the child is a father, whose face is red with anger. The child, however, is not crying, he knows he can't show fear, his eyes lack tears and surprise from the abrupt awakening. "Your late," the man spat, "Always late. I say to be up by 5 and what do you do?" He stopped and turned to the side, staring at the plastic clock on the bedside table. The small LED diodes emitting the number 5:25 in red. He reutrned his gaze to the child, and seeing him still on the ground encreased his rage. "Hey ya little shit," he said as he picked the child up and threw him aginst the wall,"You already had enough nap time so get to work." The child staggered up, and walked out of the room. The man however just layed down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. When the kid was in the hallway he walked out of the view of his dad, checked where his had hit the wall, some bruising would appear but other then that all was normal. He brisk walked down the hallway and stopped by a closet. This closet was opened, a cleaning bucket was removed, gloves put on, and then was pushed into the nearest bathroom. An Hour Later He walked out of the bathroom and took his first breath of chemical-free air. He was used to spending hours at a time with the smell of chemicals, but he also loved the feeling of relief when the pure air rushed back into his lungs. He went back down the hallway to the kitchen, where he began his work of disenfecting the already clean counters that he had washed yesterday. He had finished the counters and started on the cabenits, when one of the ones he was cleaning opened. The lock his father installed had not been closed all the way the previous night. There was food in there. His mouth watered at the amount of food that wasn't table scraps or trash. His mind rushed the thought of eating all he could, but he also knew that he would instantly be caught. He stopped cleaning and listened, and when no sound was heard he grabbed the nearest thing he could and stuffed it in his pocket. He then set the lock, closed the door, and continued on his cleaning. 2 Hours later He sighed. Looking over the floor with a mop in hand. He was finished with the chores of the day. He dumped the dirty water, replaced the cleaning products to the bucket, and put it all back in the closet. He went through a hallway and stopped in front of a door. He knocked, and after hearing a familiar grunt, opened the door. Inside the room was 2 bookshelves cramped with books that were old and un properly taken care of, a desk, and a chair with a man who smelled of coffee and alcohol. He approached the man with the caution of a deer to a human. As soon as he saw his father's eye he began to speak. ""I finished my chores," he said, knowing that he only could make one out of two decisions, both of which would end up with their own consequences. The man turned to look at him, stared for a while, stared back out into the abyss. "Ok, you can leave." He mustered, breathing out the toxic fumes of the freshly drunk alcohol. He then ran to the front door and burst outside. He started to go down the street, but then stopped. Across the street was the group of kids. They were not aware of the daily target leaving the "protection" of his home. The child was quickly aware of their lack of perception, and began to sneak away. However one of the kids acknowledged his movement and picked up a rock, and threw it towards the kid. Which struck him below his eye. Immediately the other kids were cognizant of their sworn enemy, and began to run towards him in order to berate the youngster. This caused him to take off in the direction of the back of his house, he then immediately passed the bush set under his window. Seeing this he aborted his task of running by deciding to hide. He pushed his way to the back of the bush, where he saw the doll. He crawled through the bush and sat down next to it and began to tear up. He held on to the doll and pulled it closer to him. Tears streaked down his face and proceeded to burn as they mixed into the newly formed cut on his cheek. He pulled his knees close to him and went into the fetal position. His breath became sharp and deep, causing his body to violently shake with each inhale, and shudder with the exhales. He continued this for a couple minutes and with every exhale the shakes weakened, until he went into a silent cry. He took a deep, long breath, then wiped away the tears and blood from his face. He rested the doll on his knees and smiled. "You're the only one who hasn't attacked me. "He whispered "but I know everything they say is pretty much true, all I can try to do is stay together. If my dad sees me cry he will get even worse. " he stopped talking and looked down for a moment. "So you'll have to keep this a secret, ok?" His gaze went back up at the doll as he spoke. "Good." He grabbed the doll and returned to hugging it. As he was doing so, the doll's eyes flashed a small sparkle, which went unnoticed to the child, who was to busy basking in the safety of the toy.
1V1 Sombra was defeated. But his curse was already placed. Nopony knew that the Princess of the Night would be in danger. The magic that had been put upon Princess Luna was newly created. Even the one who cast it knew not what it would do. But the princess would lay in unknown peril in her throne room. She was going through the daily task of having to deal with the affairs of her subjects. "And that is why I need his land. " A white stallion stated to the princess. "I have said the same thing for the past year. No, just because you think that your 'low life scum' neighbor doesn't deserve to own property doesn't mean that he isn't allowed to." Luna said staring at the ceiling. She was tired of hearing this. It was the third noble to ask for his neighbor's land so far this night, and she still had a good amount of time left listening to the narcissistic men. She bothered herself with by floating a feather with her magic as the next pony came in. Without looking down, from her important task of trying to launch the feather out the hole in the window, she asked "What problem are you having with your neighbors tonight? ". When she heard no response she gave up on her challenge, and looked at the new pony. He was a short, pinto coloured fellow. He was staring up at her with each eye bigger than her moon. "How can I help you sweetie?" She asked. He immediately stuck out his chest and stood up as tall as his little legs would let him. "Hi! My name is Pipsqueak. I am going to be a pirate and sail under your flag." Luna however was freaking out. Not only was he a fan of her's, he also had a Trottingham accent. Plus he dreamed of sailing under her. She squealed like a little girl and ran up, and plucked him off the floor and hugged him. His reaction was one of delight. On his face was the biggest smile, bigger than the one he wore before. "Princess... Luna, I need... to ask you.. something." He said while Luna was in the midst of her strangle/hug. He was suddenly pushed out into the air. "Yes little one?" Luna said with a smile. "Well, in order for me to be allowed to have your moon on my flag I need your permission." He said with a sheepish smile." You know, trademarks and stuff." Luna looked back at him, causing him to create an even more sheepish smile. "Where did you learn about trademarks little one?" She asked intreaged. "Well, my daddy yelled at me when I put up a flag in my boat with the moon on it. He said that he could get sued and then I would be in big trouble." The once happy colt quickly grew droopy." I don't like it when I get in trouble. " Luna looked at him, concerned for his well being, and put him back on the ground. "Of course you can use my moon. In fact..." she paused to bop him on his snout in a playful manner, "I hereby grant you the permission to use whatever you want that has to do with my night." He sat there for a second trying to process what was just said to him. Once he understood what had happened, he jumped up in the air. "Really Miss Princess Luna. Do ya mean it? " "Of course darling. " she smiled seeing the joy that she had given to the kid just by letting him use pictures of the night. "Quick Note. Write up a legal document stating what permission he gets. " After this was said a new pony walked out from behind the throne. He was a pumpkin orange, with a brown mane and a brown and light brown stripped scarf. (#4 minus the cutie mark) He turned to the young colt. "Follow me little one. " he said while they left the room, leaving the princess with a guard. "Guard." "Yes princess. " "Go tell my sister to investigate the colt's father. " "Yes mam." He quickly went on with his task, leaving the princess with her thoughts. These thoughts however were cut short when she felt an intense pain throughout her body. "ARGKH" she screamed out. She was then engulfed in a smoke-black and blood-red magic flame. When the fire ceased to burn, all that was left of the princess was a small plastic doll surrounded by a singed marble floor and ash. The floor opened up and swallowed the doll. As the hole closed a little bit of the ashes was blown up into the air, causing it to swirl like magical snowfall. The door burst open to reveal around five guards, the young colt and Quick Note. All of which showed different reactions. The guards ran across the room waving spears at an invisible, nonexistent threat. The colt immediately began to weep, while trying to say something that would never have been understood. The writer had the worst out of all of them, as he immediately looked down and began writing. "Everypony must know." The words that he was writing would cause a panic that would end the peace across the land. Meanwhile on Earth A little kid, one no more than 9, was walking down the street when he noticed a flash of light. Interested, he walked over to the spectacular sight. When he came upon scene, all he found was a little doll of a blue pony that had a moon on its butt. Once he saw the moon all he said was. "Muna!" Author's Note Hey what's up. This is my first FanFic so please creative comments only. Tell me if you liked it because I want to know if I should continue working on it or to go back to only reading on this site.
2If you were to walk down Erman street, you would't notice anything weird. You would pass the normal middle class houses, the ocassional child who would be outside, and the few cars that would be out driving. You wouldn't notice the 8 1/2 year old kid who was playing with a doll. The street was normal to the naked eye. But something wasn't normal. It wasn't know by anyone that lived there. Their lives didn't change at all when the monumental event happened. because they all lacked the knowledge of how the doll wasn't a normal doll. Instead it was a goddess from another world. Even if they knew this, they would not believe it. Because the doll they see is just cloth, dye, and stuffing. They wouldn't be able to see that it looked that way because the of a curse, that was laid upon this goddess, removed all emotion and soul from the body. Which is why you become a doll, the one thing that is just an empty shell. The child with this doll would play with it non the less. A doll is doll, and to him it was just a toy for a child. As he played with it, using his imagination to create his own perfect world, a smile could be seen across his face. He wasn't laughing, or talking to himself. His smile was one of pure peacefulness. The doll gave him the one thing his life lacked, peace. And nobody knew this. Looking at his face all you would see is a mask. Not out of being shy or nervous. But a mask that would protect him from a man. But nevermind the man, we are watching a child play with his first toy. His playtime however would be interrupted by an older group of children. These children always had smiles on their faces. Buth these smiles were unpure. These were made out of a life of harrasment. These smiles were vile, made by te countless hours of torment they caused to those younger or weaker then them. They casually aproached the child, and as they did the doll came into view. The smiles they wore grew bigger and more twisted. One of them extended out a hand, causing the group to stop. He then charged at the lone child, snatching up the doll as he sped by. "Sup loser. Hope ya don't mind if a play with your doll." he said as he held the doll up in the air. the child did not even look up. He knew that this would have happened at some time. Happiness came and went by this neighborhood without stopping the spread its gift. When he recieved no response from the kid, he walked up and punted him in the stomach. "Hey, fag!" he yelled, then got on his knees and put his face into the kids face. "I want to play with this piece of shit, is that OK with you." he wispered. The kid looked up, his face red with a mix of anger and pain, then returned to looking at the cement. "Whatever shit-head." with that he threw the doll "Come on guys, lets leave." The group left the kid, looking for another target. The kid stood up and walked in the direction of where the doll had been thrown. He came upon a fence, and after scrambling over, he saw the doll. He walked up to it and picked it up. "Sorry I didn't stand up for you." He wispered to the doll. He crawled back over the fence and started to walk away from the street. Meenwhile in Equestria "Quick Note." "Yes your highness." "Why did you send word to every newspaper facility in equestria that Luna went missing. Even though it hasn't even been 3 hours since she left." "Well, she screamed and disappered, so I assumed that quick actions needed to be made." "Yes, but now I must deal with the havack you have caused. And we don't even know if she just left for something. She probably isn't even in any danger." "Yes ma'am." "Go, let me be." The writer left the room, and once the doors closed the princess sighed. She looked over to the clock that was in her room, it was almost time to lower the sun and Luna was still nowhere to be seen. She walked over to her balcony and looked around at her kindom. "Where are you sister." Her voice hinted at the fact that she was not worried, but annoyed. Back on Earth "Hey you little shit, get in here." A man grabbed the kid and pulled him inside by the scruff of his collar. "where the fuck were you?" He slapped the kid across the face,"Huh, where. You still need to fucking do your work around this house. Pull you own weight remember. Wait, Did you fucking tell anyone our little secret." The kid was looking at the floor, he knew how disrepectful it was to look at someone's, who is worthy, face. "No." "good, you know what happens when you tell someone. Don't you." "Yes." "Good, Now go to your room. We have alot of work for tommorrow." He ran off down a hallway, jumped and a room and closed the door. He pressed his ear to make sure he wasn't coming back. Once he was sure he was safe he ran to the window. He looked down into the bushes. Inside, hidden, was the doll. all he did was put his index finger to his lips. "Shhhh." Author's Note Sorry, really tired when i wrote this. Stayed up to watch the day of the doctor in the cinema. It was great. anyway tell me how this chapter is.
3Author's Note Probably not finished with this chapter, just wanted to put something out on my birthday. Happy birthday to me. So sorry for the shortness of this. 3 In a house, a child is laying face down on the floor. Upon the child's face is a red mark in the shape of a hand. Bestriding the child is a father, whose face is red with anger. The child, however, is not crying, he knows he can't show fear, his eyes lack tears and surprise from the abrupt awakening. "Your late," the man spat, "Always late. I say to be up by 5 and what do you do?" He stopped and turned to the side, staring at the plastic clock on the bedside table. The small LED diodes emitting the number 5:25 in red. He reutrned his gaze to the child, and seeing him still on the ground encreased his rage. "Hey ya little shit," he said as he picked the child up and threw him aginst the wall,"You already had enough nap time so get to work." The child staggered up, and walked out of the room. The man however just layed down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. When the kid was in the hallway he walked out of the view of his dad, checked where his had hit the wall, some bruising would appear but other then that all was normal. He brisk walked down the hallway and stopped by a closet. This closet was opened, a cleaning bucket was removed, gloves put on, and then was pushed into the nearest bathroom. An Hour Later He walked out of the bathroom and took his first breath of chemical-free air. He was used to spending hours at a time with the smell of chemicals, but he also loved the feeling of relief when the pure air rushed back into his lungs. He went back down the hallway to the kitchen, where he began his work of disenfecting the already clean counters that he had washed yesterday. He had finished the counters and started on the cabenits, when one of the ones he was cleaning opened. The lock his father installed had not been closed all the way the previous night. There was food in there. His mouth watered at the amount of food that wasn't table scraps or trash. His mind rushed the thought of eating all he could, but he also knew that he would instantly be caught. He stopped cleaning and listened, and when no sound was heard he grabbed the nearest thing he could and stuffed it in his pocket. He then set the lock, closed the door, and continued on his cleaning. 2 Hours later He sighed. Looking over the floor with a mop in hand. He was finished with the chores of the day. He dumped the dirty water, replaced the cleaning products to the bucket, and put it all back in the closet. He went through a hallway and stopped in front of a door. He knocked, and after hearing a familiar grunt, opened the door. Inside the room was 2 bookshelves cramped with books that were old and un properly taken care of, a desk, and a chair with a man who smelled of coffee and alcohol. He approached the man with the caution of a deer to a human. As soon as he saw his father's eye he began to speak. ""I finished my chores," he said, knowing that he only could make one out of two decisions, both of which would end up with their own consequences. The man turned to look at him, stared for a while, stared back out into the abyss. "Ok, you can leave." He mustered, breathing out the toxic fumes of the freshly drunk alcohol. He then ran to the front door and burst outside. He started to go down the street, but then stopped. Across the street was the group of kids. They were not aware of the daily target leaving the "protection" of his home. The child was quickly aware of their lack of perception, and began to sneak away. However one of the kids acknowledged his movement and picked up a rock, and threw it towards the kid. Which struck him below his eye. Immediately the other kids were cognizant of their sworn enemy, and began to run towards him in order to berate the youngster. This caused him to take off in the direction of the back of his house, he then immediately passed the bush set under his window. Seeing this he aborted his task of running by deciding to hide. He pushed his way to the back of the bush, where he saw the doll. He crawled through the bush and sat down next to it and began to tear up. He held on to the doll and pulled it closer to him. Tears streaked down his face and proceeded to burn as they mixed into the newly formed cut on his cheek. He pulled his knees close to him and went into the fetal position. His breath became sharp and deep, causing his body to violently shake with each inhale, and shudder with the exhales. He continued this for a couple minutes and with every exhale the shakes weakened, until he went into a silent cry. He took a deep, long breath, then wiped away the tears and blood from his face. He rested the doll on his knees and smiled. "You're the only one who hasn't attacked me. "He whispered "but I know everything they say is pretty much true, all I can try to do is stay together. If my dad sees me cry he will get even worse. " he stopped talking and looked down for a moment. "So you'll have to keep this a secret, ok?" His gaze went back up at the doll as he spoke. "Good." He grabbed the doll and returned to hugging it. As he was doing so, the doll's eyes flashed a small sparkle, which went unnoticed to the child, who was to busy basking in the safety of the toy.
