Sweetie Belle sniffled again, curling up in a ball on her comfortable bed. She had just attended her best friend, Button Mash’s funeral, and needless to say it took a big part of her. For three days since he had died, Sweetie Belle had been heartbroken, barely eating and sleeping all of the time, so much that her big sister, Rarity, had been starting to get very worried about the filly.
The marshmallow filly had been bawling ever since, mostly because she hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye. Button Mash’s death was a freak accident, one that rarely happened out there in Ponyville. And yet it had.
One day after a day at school, Button Mash had been walking home when a psycho veering taxi carriage had swerved on the road, slamming into him. It had been that quick. Nopony could save him.
Later, the doctors had concluded that the driver of the carriage had been drunk, and it had come to light that Sweetie Belle’s best friend had been killed by a drunk driver named Hasbro.
And so the depression began.
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A knock at her door caused Sweetie Belle to jump, dazed despite her sniffling state.
“R-Rarity I d-don’t need anything!” she yelled as loud as her parched throat could muster.
“Darling, I know you don’t want company but… er, well…” Rarity’s muffled voice sounded uncomfortable through the door.
“W-What?” Sweetie sniffled, a bit curious as to why her normally so confident sister was sounding weird.
“Button Mash’s mother is here to see you, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said sternly and yet kindly.
Sweetie Belle gasped, tears forming in her eyes once more. “C-Coming!” she said, and bounded towards the door, opening it.
In front of her stood Mrs. Mash, looking worse than Sweetie. Of course, Sweetie thought. Button was her son.
“H-Hello, Mrs. Mash,” Sweetie said uncomfortably.
She was met by sniffles from Button’s mother. “Sweetie,” she greeted and looked inside her room. “May I c-come in?”
Sweetie Belle nodded and gestured to the inside of her room. Button’s mother smiled uneasily and turned around, dragging a heavy object in the room in the shape of a big box.
“This is for you, Sweetie,” Mrs. Mash told her, pointing to the box. It had a letter in an envelope on top of it, and Sweetie could see Button’s hoofwriting addressing the letter to her on top. “Button wrote you a letter in case he ever, well… you know.” She bowed her head. “He loved you so much, Sweetie, more than you’ll ever know. This is for you, all of it.” She gestured towards the box. “He would have wanted you to have it.”
Sweetie nodded, new tears forming on top of the old ones. “Thank you, Mrs. Mash. And I-I’m so sorry about this-”
Mrs. Mash cut her off. “Shhh, Sweetie, it’s not your fault.” Still the ever-loving mother. “In fact, I should thank you for giving my son the best life he could ever ask for.” She turned around, looking at the door. “I should go now.”
Sweetie nodded as Mrs. Mash made her way out the door, closing it gently behind her.
Gingerly, Sweetie’s white hoof made its way to the letter on top of the box. Slowly, the filly opened it gently and took out the last form of communication Sweetie would ever have with Button Mash. The paper opened and Sweetie looked inside, scared as to what she might find.
Dear Sweetie Belle,
If you’ve gotten this letter, it means I’m dead and gone. Ouch. I just hope I didn’t have too much pain. But don’t worry too much. I am (hopefully) in a better place now. I just wish I could be with you.
I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye. My death was kind of a surprise, y’know? If I knew I was going to die, I’d have told you a long time ago. So for that I am sorry, and I hope my death hasn’t hit you that hard.
Being my best friend, I thought it best to give you some of my earthly stuff. Because heaven doesn’t allow you to bring video games (stupid rule if you ask me), I have made the easy decision to give all of them to you. Just make sure to treat them nicely. Seriously, I spent a lot of bits for those. And it’s a pretty decent sized box.
Inside are a bunch of my favorite things. One of them being my toy train. Just be careful with it. It’s known to blow up out of nowhere. You should probably keep it away from Rarity’s dresses.
And also, my mom’s old Pong machine. At first you might be like “what is this?! What has the she-devil given you?!” but honestly, it grows on you a lot. In fact, it might be one of the machines I’ll miss the most.
My laptop is in there too. Take good care of it, will you? My Minecraft account is written on a sheet of paper stuck to the screen of it. I know you’re thinking about that cave, and you’re feeling kind of brave, so I’m going to bet you’ll be alright. Just don’t mine at night. That’s rule number one. Those zombies want to eat your brains. Being oblivious about it isn’t going to change anything.
Lastly, my JoyBoy. Oh, he and I have had the best of times together. We have laughed, we have cried, we have done everything together. But it seems appropriate to give it to you, Sweetie Belle.
Inside the box, my arsenal of video games and toys are sure to keep you entertained for years. And, if not, maybe they’ll just help you remember me. I’ll be okay with that too. Just do it for me, okay? And, maybe your attitude towards video games will change. That’ll be the day, Sweetie Belle.
Say bye to Pinkie Pie and the Cakes at Sugar Cube Corner for me, will you? That place is where so many of my happy memories were made. Remember when I gulped down that milkshake so quickly that I got a brain freeze so bad I spasmed on the floor for like ten minutes? Of course you do, you’ve never stopped teasing me about it. Boy was that a stupid move.
Uh oh. I hear my mom calling to me from downstairs, so I’m gonna have to finish this letter soon.
But before I go, I’d just like to tell you one thing. One thing that I hadn’t ever told anypony.
Well, one of the ponies I’ll miss the most is you. Because, well…
I like (liked?) you. Like like-like. And even though you probably didn’t ever notice me until we became friends, I have always like-liked you.
And no matter if you liked me that way or not, I know that my life has definitely been a happy one, mainly because you were in it.
Your friend,
Button Mash
Sweetie Belle set the letter down gently beside her, curling up into a ball on the floor.
“I liked you too, Button Mash,” she whispered softly as tears began to silently fall from her eyes. “More than you will ever know.”
Out of the corner of her tear-streaked eye, she saw a single slip of paper fall to the ground. Sniffling, Sweetie Belle stood up and looked at the picture, only to gasp and smile a bit, despite tears running freely down her face.
“I really, really liked you, Button Mash.”
The End
R.I.P. Button Mash
2012-2014
