My name is Sapphire, mostly known as Jackie around my friends. I am your ordinary 14 year old girl, except I wasn't just anybody. I am a brony.
Even though my birth-father, grandma, and boyfriend died, my family broken apart, I still felt I belonged to a family. No, I'm not talking about my now broken apart family, but the delightful community of bronies.
If there was any title I could call myself with pride, it would be "brony", or on rare occasions, "pegasister." Even if I never fit in, am hit by horrid amounts of everyday depression, was called a freak at school, I was happy. But I never thought I could be happier, and for once, I was proved wrong.
It was a sunny Monday morning. Of course, it was the winter holidays, and I need not go to school. A childish twinkle of excitement in my eyes, I dashed to the living room, swinging on my coat, and racing to the door. It was winter! My favourite season of the year. It always gives me somewhat holiday spirit, even if I was heavily affected with S.A.D. (seasonal affective disorder.)
I didn't even stop for my morning hot chocolate. I simply skipped past the tables and chairs, and at last, I swung the door open, to trip over a huge cardboard box.
I froze at once, as my eyes shifted from the sky to the box. There was something squirming inside. Why would it be on my doorstep? It couldn't have been mine. My mother, and step-father never ordered anything, not even Father's Day mugs or Mother's Day cards.
I tried my hardest to keep my pale blue eyes off the object. But my curious personality got the better of me, as I opened the box, without thinking a second time. And you know what they all say - curiosity killed the cat.
But I didn't think so. I gaped in awe and wonder at the contents of the box. Why - there was lying a little filly Pinkie Pie! Of course, her hair was straightened, and her eyes were sad and drooped.
I would've very much liked to say something, but the shock and surprise tied my tongue, and fastened it tight like ropes. All I could stutter, was, "H-Hello, little guy." Come on, I told myself. This is probably another prank, or at least a plushie, or robot. "My Little Dashie" was just a fanfic - or at least, I thought so.
The Pinkie Pie "plushie" didn't move. It didn't even blink. I was about to start thinking I was right after all - until --
"Don't stare at me," Pinkie Pie whispered.
I had a heart attack! It spoke! But I wasn't to believe it. Maybe "Don't stare at me" were built in words, and that was all the robot could say.
I smirked, and decided to test it, "W-who are you?"
"Pinkamena Diane Pie," the filly introduced. She didn't turn to look at me, but instead, looked around. "Where am I?"
"You're in Australia," I answered, pointing both arms at the beautiful morning sky. It was a misty, rather cloudy morning, and the sun glistened upon my face from behind a white cloud. The morning chill sent shivers up my spine and down, but I didn't mind it. And it seemed she didn't mind it either. "It's the middle of winter --"
Pinkie Pie gasped. "Winter? You mean like snow! I've never seen snow in years!" she cried out. I still thought she was fake, but deep inside somewhere in my heart, I knew she was Pinkie Pie - THE Pinkie Pie.
"Uh.." I stammered. I looked around, just praying someone would come around, and fish me out of the awkward situation. "It actually...never snows here."
Pinkie looked disappointed. Her head dropped low, and she muttered, "Never mind, then."
I was confused at once. She claimed she was Pinkie Pie, but yet she didn't even act like her? It never hit me that she was only a filly at the time, and she was depressed and sad, like in "Cutie Mark Chronicles."
"Um...Pinkie Pie?" I asked. I bit my lip, curled my fingers into a fist, and dug my fingernails into my palm, but still - I didn't wake up. I came to a conclusion - I was not dreaming. "It's rather cold out. Wanna come in?"
Pinkie Pie looked startled. She shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry, but I really must go. My mum, dad and sisters are waiting for me." She looked behind her, gazing at the misty-blue horizon. I immediately felt my heart melt, as I cupped her in my arms.
"I...There's...I.." I stammered. I had to tell her there was no way to Equestria from Earth. In that case, I would've already been on a life-long vacation, making new friends among the ponies there. But I couldn't break it out to her. I just couldn't. She seemed already so lost..so unhappy...so hopeless. I couldn't bear to see one of my favourite ponies be any sadder than this.
"Here, we'll talk inside," I offered. I dropped her gently back into her box, and went inside my home. In another five minutes, I returned, with a yellow wool blanket. I wrapped it around her, picked her up, laying her in my arms, and kicked the box away. I returned inside my home, with Pinkie Pie in my arms.
"How did you get here?" I asked, as soon as Pinkie Pie was comfortably cuddled in a small cushion, originally my dog, Admiral's, before he died.
Pinkie Pie, as soon as her shivering stopped, alluded to,"I dunno."
I smiled and said, "So...who are your parents?" I already knew this answer, but the answer slipped to the back of my head, and I could not even remember the latest episodes of MLP, and what happened in them.
Pinkie Pie didn't want to answer.
I would've felt the same, if I were her, to be honest. In fact, I don't like talking about my family any more than she did now.
We talked and talked for hours, and my parents wondered what I was doing, in my room all day. Of course, I remembered to lock my door, and keep my voice down. Besides, they still did not know I was a brony, let alone suspect that I was talking to Pinkie Pie, a pony. In fact, I was pretty sure I heard my step-father asking what I was doing, and my mother answering that I was probably doing more homework. It sort of made me laugh to think of that. I was doing something much more wonderful than homework - with somepony much more wonderful than anyone else in the world.
Pinkie Pie, all of a sudden, yawned a wide yawn.
"It's late," I whispered, as I arranged for her a bed. Pinkie Pie climbed up a chair, and scrambled to the window. She gasped in wonder, as she saw the beautiful night sky. It was like a midnight blue blanket, and the stars decorated it, glittering like diamonds. Pinkie Pie, the sorrowful little filly she was, was now the happiest pony ever. She had obviously never seen anything like it, and it made me happy to see her so happy.
I stared out to the night sky, and I could tell she was doing so too. One of them shone brighter than the rest. I stared at it, childhood memories flashing back into my mind. Suddenly, I saw a whole score of stars bolt across the sky! "Look, Pinkie! Shooting stars! Meteor storm!" I cried out, trying my best to show the excitement I felt, as I pointed out the window.
More and more memories streamed through my mind, to be interrupted by the soft rather melancholy voice of my new little filly.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
I wish I'll get back home tonight.
When I woke up in the morning, I heard a quiet breathing. Being the jumpy girl I was, I literally freaked out as first reaction. But then, I remembered it was nothing but my little Pinkie Pie. I smiled, and watched lovingly as the filly opened her eyes. She was sucking the blanket, and even though I knew my mum would notice the saliva on the blanket, it didn't bother me at all. All I could do was stare on, smiling.
Pinkie Pie looked around, rubbing her eyes. "Where am I?" she asked, blinking her eyes constantly.
"You're in Australia," I laughed. "In my home."
Pinkie Pie's ears dropped, and so did her head. I felt bad at once. "I'm sorry, Pinkie," I muttered. "But I don't think I can do anything to get you home. Don't worry, you're bound to return soon enough."
Telling her there was no other option, I stuffed her down a box, unlocked my door, and hurried outside, hoping she wouldn't suffocate before I was safe from my parents.
"Just where do you think you're going, young lady?" My mother asked, as she swung around to serve the pancakes.
I racked my brain for excuses, lame or useful. "I'm going to meet a friend," I lied. I hated lying, but I did when I had to. "I promised her a movie night yesterday."
"Not untill you clean the shed," my step-father said.
My eyes goggled in horror. "Clean the shed?!" I cried out. "But that will take hours!"
"I'm sorry," my mother said. "But it's a week overdue work, remember?"
I groaned, "Yes, Mum..."
Retiring to the shed, I placed Pinkie down, preparing for a day of hard work.
With the door in my shed closed behind me, and a flashlight lighting up the dark shed, I took Pinkie Pie out of the box.
"I don't like boxes," she said, as I slowly lifted her out.
"There's no other choice," I said. "Humans...aren't supposed to be..you know...seeing ponies?"
Pinkie Pie shrugged. "I don't know," she muttered, as she looked around. "Why is this place so dark?"
"It's uh...a shed," I explained. She looked rather depressed, and I cuddled her close to me, as if she was my own little pet. "I don't like it anymore than you do, Pinkie Pie."
My attempt to cheer her up...somehow failed. As usual. I was sort of disappointed myself. I only just realized, that this was a filly Pinkie Pie. Pinkamena Diane Pie. And not the happy-go-lucky cheery Pinkie Pie I knew and loved.
The questions began again. "Doesn't it freak you out - to see a human?" I asked. "I mean - you don't see them everyday, do you?"
"Well...I don't see other ponies often," Pinkie Pie muttered. She turned away, and said, "I don't want to talk."
"Uh...you still didn't answer my question?" I half-asked, half-stated. I understood she didn't want to talk about it, but I was the sort of girl who wanted to know everything.
Pinkie Pie stared up to me, her eyes touched with a tint of sadness.
I sighed and groaned,"Never mind, then." Suddenly, my eyes became big and curious - almost like a cartoon character's. "But does it mean our worlds are connected?"
The filly looked puzzled for a minute, as if she did not understand what I had to say.
"I mean, do the logic," I said. "Luna was sent to the moon, like in the first episode --"
"Luna?" Pinkie Pie asked, confused. "Episode?"
"Oh, um..." I replied, rather uneasily. Seriously - was it that hard to communicate to a filly half my age? That brought a question to my mind. "Pinkie? How old are you - human years?"
"Mum always said I was two years old," Pinkamena answered me, for once. "Except - I've never celebrated my birthdays."
"Two years? Human years?" I asked. "So you're like seven years old human years?"
I was only joking. I had no idea how many pony years made a human year. Oh well.
"How did you come here, then - if our worlds weren't connected?" I asked.
"I don't know," Pinkie replied once more.
"Don't worry, Pinkie Pie," I consoled, as I cuddled her in my arms. "I'm sure you'll return to Equestria...somehow."
For the first time, she smiled, and her eyes lightened with happiness. She hugged me, and I was sure I felt my heart stop beating. I still thought I was hallucinating - or maybe even dreaming, but I made an effort to enjoy every minute of this extraodinary dream - before it ran out, and I woke up to a harsh day of cleaning the shed again.
Suddenly, Pinkie Pie clapped her hooves excitedly, bouncing up and down. "It's winter - Oh Celestia - it's gonna be Lunamas!"
"Lunamas?" I asked, scratching my head. And then I remembered all about ponies. "You mean Christmas, don't you. We don't have Christmas in winter. It comes in summer."
Pinkie Pie sighed.
"Don't worry," I said. Suddenly, a brainwave hit me that moment. "Hey, it's your birthday today!"
"My birthday? I don't even remember my birthday," Pinkamena muttered.
"Oh, you've never had one?" I asked, crouching down to her.
Pinkie Pie shook her head slighty.
"Well that's too bad," I said. "Don't worry - we'll make this your first!" I stroked her head, and started on my shed job.
It was finished near evening, and my parents were thankfully out. I couldn't believe my good luck. I tried to open the door, when I realized - it was locked. Both back door AND front door were locked. What kind of parents locked their own daughter out?
I didn't bother answering myself. But that was a shame. How can I celebrate Pinkie's birthday - and help her feel better, and more comfortable - if I didn't have balloons, cakes, or streamers?
I made up my mind that I was to buy some.
"You have to keep very silent, and not move," I told Pinkie Pie.
"But --"
I sighed and said, "You have to. There's no other choice, unless you want to be dumped in a box..."
Pinkamena nodded sadly, and froze - trying her best to look like a plushie.
I smiled affectionately, and said, "Come on, let's go."
It was a five minute walk to the shopping centre - thank Celestia. We arrived there at once, Pinkie Pie trying her hardest not to let me down.
Still, I was the center of attraction. "What's that cute pink thing over your shoulder, Jackie?"
"Uh.." I said, rather awkwardly. I have to admit I was blushing a brilliant red. "It's a Pinkie Pie plushie?"
"Wow, where did you get it?" a small boy brony asked.
"Hehe," I replied. "My sister..uh...made it. She's...a tailor."
Suddenly, Pinkie Pie sneezed!
"Did she - did the plushie sneeze?!" a middle-aged brony asked, pointing a huge crooked finger at Pinkie Pie.
"Nah..that was my ringtone," I answered, desperately. "Give me some space. It was a cool ringtone, right?"
I pretended to pick up my phone. I prayed for two things: That my parents didn't meet me there, and that I was to be fished out of this awkward situation.
Almost answering my second prayer, a man called out in an announcer. "Fillies and gentlecolts! My Little Pony merchandise from T-shirts to plushies here at this stall!"
The bronies were easily attracted, and rushed to the stall.
To tell you the truth, if I didn't have Pinkie Pie with me right now - I would've gone too.
"Quick! We gotta get outta here!" I whispered to Pinkie Pie, heading for Woolworths. Google it if you knew nothing of what it was.
I went into Woolworths, grabbed the party items off the shelf, paid at the counter, and left, all at top speed.
I ran home as fast as I could, without hurting the filly.
"We're...here!" I panted, as I leapt over the fence, with Pinkie Pie in my arms.
"You were great, Pinkamena!' I laughed, as I slammed the shed door shut.
Pinkie Pie smiled at me - for the second time.
"Happy Birthday, Pinkie Pie!" I cried out, as soon as the streamers, and balloons were hung.
I lighted the candles with a lighter, and sang the Happy Birthday Song.
I didn't know why I did it - except I knew I did the right thing. I needed Pinkie Pie happy, and above all things - herself.
Pinkie Pie bit into the cake, slowly, before deciding she liked it, and gobbled the whole thing down!
I laughed, and gave her a present, wrapped in Pinkie Pie gift-wrappers.
Pinkie Pie stared at it, in confusion. I could tell she never even lat eyes on a gift before.
"Does that...taste good too?" she asked, and attempted to lick it.
I laughed once more, and said, "Nah, you open it." I demonstrated, and passed it back to her.
She opened it, and gasped. "It's a --! What is it?"
"Oh uh...a pair of underwear," I said, blushing cheaply. "I had no money - so I found it on special for two bucks."
"Oh, alright, then," Pinkie Pie said. She had no idea what underwear was, and hugged me, screaming, "That was the best present EVER!!!"
