The Strange Origin Of Pinkie Pie

Young Pinkie Diane Pie shed lakes worth of tears as she trotted down the dusty and old dirt road,

"I just wanted to show my family.."

"What kind of pony Pinkie Pie could be.."

"Now, they will never see.."

"What kind of pony I can be.."

"Oh, Gummy, please.. Help me.."

She sang softly to herself as her tears made their way down her cheeks.

Ponyville was close to the rock farm where she had once lived, but for a filly with very weak forelegs from nerve and crying, it felt like miles away. "I..I just want to go home.." She said, her voice cracking.

"Oh how I love my family."

"Now I will never see,"

"What kind of ponies they could be."

The skies were gray and colorless, the trees were dying, and there was no green grass for miles,

Pinkie Pie, with her bright pink fur and dark pink mane, felt like an outcast. She stood out more than a rock and a diamond on the same display together.

It was getting dark, and with that, it was getting hard for her to see where she was going; The wind was blowing furiously and the clouds above threatened her with slight raindrops on the muzzle every once in awhile.

She saw a old barn, it was gray with a light blue roof, it was probably the only stable shelter for miles.

Pinkie Pie walked threw the dry, dead, grass to the barn, she stepped inside of the old farmhouse and sighed with relief.

"Ew!" She shouted, noticing that she had stepped in a puddle of mud. Or at least that's what she hoped it was.

It smelt like the food that her father used to cook her, reminding her of her family, a nervous feeling in her stomach returned.

Pinkie Pie began to tear up again at the thought of her father, "How could he be so cruel? I thought we were family, family sticks together no matter what. Why wouldn't they want me to be happy?" She said to herself, knowing that nopony besides her alligator, Gummy, would hear her.

She found an old dusty blanket with ripped holes in it, it had patches of light blonde on it, the rest of it a light shade of orange with apple's embroidered on the edges. Pinkie Pie let out a sigh, as she wrapped herself up in the blanket tightly. Even though the blanket kept her warm, a cold feeling in her heart wouldn't leave her be.

"I miss the times when Mommy Emerald told me bedtime stories.." Pinkie Pie mumbled to herself, tears streaming down her bright pink cheeks.

Pinkie Pie's mane was more messy than usual; it had leafs and sticks stuck in the curls, and mud in some places as well.

Pinkie Pie was more than grateful to have found shelter, the storm was just starting, and from what she could tell, it probably would hail at some point.

She had payed attention to the different weather signs each day, on account of being bored out of her mind, she had too. It helped give her something to do, and it helped her know when it was a good time to harvest the rocks.

Now, that was a useless talent, she never could go back to that rock farm again. She never wanted to go back to that rock farm again, not until her father came to his senses and accepted his daughter for wanting to move on in life.

Her tears eventually ran dry, and she drifted off to sleep, as so did Gummy.