Sweetie Belle's new life

Sweetie Belle woke up with a fright, bolting up erect with fear. Looking around she found that it was just a nightmare. Visibly sighing she sat up, her back Linear with the edges of her box as she yawned. I should have gone and bought food before settling in. Sighing again she let her thoughts drift to what she was going to do for breakfast. Well, it’s still pretty early. I can go out and get some food before coming back. Looking out towards where the sun should be, she noticed that it wasn't even above the buildings around her. They weren’t the largest building in Ponyville as they stood only, roughly, 8 feet tall. Standing she headed towards the opening to the alleyway she called home and looked to where the sun was. Good, it’s still on the horizon. Ok I have about 20 minutes before the Princess raises it fully. Running towards the market plaza she noticed that a few of the ponies were setting up shop, and getting ready to sell. Avoiding Applejack, a pony with a light gambobage coat, light greyish olive mane that was done up into a stylish mane like most other cowgirls, moderate sap green eyes, a brown stetson hat, and (The cutest) white freckles adorned on her face. Sneaking past her Sweetie Went to a few stalls and buying some fresh fruit, and some canned food. It was a new thing to Ponyville but supposedly they were supposed to keep fruit lasting longer, so she bought some. She had gotten everything she needed and was heading back to her little home when she was stopped by the same farmer she had been avoiding all day.

“Sweetie Belle! What in lan’s sakes happened to ya!?” Applejack said calling the filly from her stand.

“O-oh! Uhhh hi Applejack!” she said nervously, shifting from one hoof to the other.

“Sweetie Belle, what happened to ya?”

Her question went unheard as Sweetie took off down the street. “Consarn it! get back here!” she yelled, but the scared little filly was already too far and she couldn’t just up and leave her stand.

Rounding the corner Sweetie Belle ran into her alleyway knowing full well that the mare wouldn’t follow her. There’s no way she left the stand alone. She’s too smart for that, good thing I have this food. Her thoughts were pulled from her as she saw a rough looking stallion at the entrance of her makeshift home. He was a brown earth pony, his mane was in multiple directions, coat ruffled and dirty while his tail, light purple like his mane and eyes, was covered in, what Sweetie hoped was, mud.

“O-oh, h-hello mister, w-what’s your name…?” nervousness filled her voice as she talked.

At the sound of the filly the stallion’s ears perked up and he turned to the filly.

“Oh, hello. I didn’t think anypony had taken my alley.” there was a slight annoyance noticeable in his voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that anypony lived here already.” Her voice was that of what you would expect from the innocence of a filly her age.

Taking a good look at her, his expression softened a bit and he trotted towards her. “Ain’t you a bit young to be braving the streets?”

“I-I... I have some problems problems at home.”

“Oh? Is it a problem with your parents?” his expression had changed drastically, his heart going out to the filly.

“Y-yes. Actually, how’d you know?” she asked in disbelief.

“It’s usually these kinds of problems that bother kids. But don’t you think running away is a bit much?” by this time he had taken to sitting next to her.

“M-my dad… h-he….” she couldn’t finish her sentence as tears started filling her eyes.

“Shhh, it’s ok. I understand.” He pulled her into a hug.

She flinched and pulled away at first but leans into and hugs him back after a minute or two.

“Shh, shhh. Let it all out.” She just kept crying into his shoulder as they hugged. She noticed he smelled somewhat of trash but ignored the smell emanating from him for the comfort her was providing. It had been years since she had a larger stallion provide her comfort like he was.

“E-excuse me m-mister?”

“Yes?” He was petting her mane and nuzzling her cheek a little bit. To her it was surprisingly soothing.

“W-would you like to have dinner with me?” she asked shifting and pulling out some fresh fruit.

Smiling the stallion put her down before pulling up another box. “I’d love to.”

Smiling the little filly pulled out some more food items before setting the food down on the table and having a nice breakfast with her newly made friend.

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The two had finished eating and Sweetie had taken to talking to him about everything that was troubling her, and he, about how his life came to where he was. He explained how he got his cutie mark, and how he and his friends would always try wacky things to get them. She in turn would tell him the same things about her adventures with the Cutie Mark Crusaders and how they would always get into trouble. They talked happily for hours the sun making progression all throughout their chat.

“-and then, we burnt the rope and fell into the trees. By the time we hit the ground we managed to cover ourselves in tree sap.” Sweetie finished giggling a bit.

“Wow, that supersedes any of my adventures by far.” The stallion says laughing at her antics.

“You know, when I first saw you enter the alleyway… I was scared. I thought something bad was gonna happen to me.”

“That makes sense. I mean I am, a stranger… and to tell you the truth, if you weren’t a filly I would have sent you packing.” the stallion rubbed the back of his neck at the awkward situation.

“I can understand that. I mean, this place is pretty well hidden.”

Sighing, the stallion stood up. “Thanks for this nice chat Sweetie Belle, But I have to go now.”

“Oh, ok. I-it was nice talking to you mr…?”

“Dumbluck.” he replied, “My parents had me by, well… dumbluck. Hence the name.”

“Nice, to meet you Dumbluck. Like I said, it was nice talking to you.” Sweetie yawned cutely signaling her tiredness.

Looking at the sun’s position, Dumbluck took this as his cue to leave. The sun was close to going down, it was already getting close to the edge of the buildings roof.

“Goodnight Sweetie Belle, it was nice meeting you.” he said, as he left the alleyway letting the small filly get the everlasting sleep she needed.

Yawning Sweetie Belle, threw her groceries into a small box she had set aside. It was cold enough to, hopefully, preserve the food. When the sun was fully down, she slowly climbed into her box and closed her eyes. Sleep had reached her within minutes. Unfortunately for her she would wake up at random moments in the middle of the night. She was having the same dream over and over. She was in her old home, but her father was no where in sight. She kept on going through the house, hesitantly. She found nopony there but still felt a sense that somepony was home. Opening the front door, she fell into the dark void of her dreamscape. She tried to shriek, to scream, to gain help or attention, but she never made a sound.

Looking around she didn’t have enough time to understand what’s going to happen when she slammed down, onto the porch of a decent sized two story house. Slowly and hesitantly she knocked on the door. The door opened on its own after a few seconds. Looking inside she found herself looking into a small room. It was perfect for her, white colored walls, pink bed sheet covers, toys all around, a nightstand and dresser, even a small tank for a pet. It was as if somepony had taken her dream room and given it to her.

“Beautiful isn’t it, and it’s all yours my little filly.” a strange voice behind her said with a soothing voice.

“H-hello?” turning around, she found nopony around her. Just the emptiness of the doorway.

“Just say yes, Sweetie Belle. Just say yes,” silence overtook her world as she turned around again. She only saw the stallions outline, as he disappeared into the darkness around him and she shot awake again.

“Ugh! Why do I keep having that dream!?” Sweetie Belle whisper shouted and flipped onto her back. Staring up at the ceiling of her box she continued to look into the silent brown cardboard. “So this is my life now… still better than before.” Sighing she stood up and walked out into the septimber night air. She remembered what the story behind the name; Back when Equestria was still new, and only Manehatten was around, they went through a drought. It was a four year drought, the longest in recorded history, it got so bad that eventually they had to wait until the time when the Timberwolves breed to be able to collect trees. Timberwolves were only able to breed when the soil, trees and air was moist. Eventually after some time, the ponies decided they needed a time system better than what they had. So they created the 10 months of the year. Each month had almost 27 days.

Sweetie Belle shaked her head, clearing it of all these thoughts. Sighing Sweetie Belle tried going back to sleep. Sleep met sleep perfectly fine this time and she slept all through the night.

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Waking up the next morning, she realized something was wrong. She felt herself bouncing up and down. Something else was wrong… she couldn’t see.

“Mmm?” she felt herself unable to talk as she continued to bounce.

She felt her hoofs tied behind her before she realized something: she was tied and gagged.

“Mmm!?” she was starting to get scared.

“Well look who’s awake?” she knew that voice all too well, and it terrified her to think about what he would do to her. “Next time you call the guards on me, make sure your mother lives to make it to them.” she felt something make contact with the back of her head before she lost consciousness.