The World Is Always Unique

by Kyfonix

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Romance, Tragedy, Adventure
Length: 3752

Street Graffiti fights the Colorlings to bring clarity, creativity, and color to Equestria, with the help of the artists he comes across.

The world has now become so dull, and inexpressive, that everything is grey, black, and white. Colorlings have appeared, and sucked the color and creativity of Equestria, that everyone does the same cycle everyday. The Mane 6 tries to help, but fails in the process. Pinkie Pie is depressed, Twilight is disoriented, Rarity is uninspired, Applejack is lazy, Rainbow Dash is frustrated, and Fluttershy has lost all hope.

But, an artist, Street Graffiti, has broken the wall of disharmony. Swearing to bring color and uniqueness to the world, our artist travels across Equestria to restore the clarity within everypony, and defeat the Colorlings. As he travels along the path, he encounters several artists that have the same goal.
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By the way, this includes Air Painting, Graffiti, and etc. [size=0.75em]Did I also mention Fashion? .3.[/size]

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-19 20:41:53 UTC

Childhood

I remember when I was still a colt, wanting to become an artist. I was inspired by my father and his friends. Some were DJs, painters, and fashion designers. I didn't like being a DJ, or a fashion designer, really. I was always interested in painting, but I liked painting with spray color cans. I wouldn't really use a canvas. I would always wander off into alleyways, and find brick walls to paint on. I remember when I found some full blue, red, yellow, and green spray cans on the floor next to me when I walked into my first alleyway.

"Hey, kid."

I flinched. I looked behind me. There was a dark red stallion in front of me. He had gold piercing on his right ear. The dark red stallion also had tattoos on the left side of his face. I couldn't tell what tattoos they were, considering that he was standing in the dark.

I didn't say anything. I didn't reply.

"What? You scared?" he tells me.

I tried not to be scared, but I hesitated. My pupils dilated.

The dark red stallion laughs. He smiles at me, but gently.

"Ah, don't worry," the dark stallion pats my head with his hoof. "You look like you're full of potential."

My eyes brightened. I smirked a bit, I'll have to admit.

"Well? You wanna try?" he points out to the cans.

I nodded, and looked at the cans.

"But, how do they work?" I ask.

He grabs one of the cans, and presses the top of it, facing the wall. It was a blue mist coming out of the can. I looked at the wall. There was a blue line on it.

"See how I did it? You can paint anything you want," the dark red stallion gives me the blue spray can. "Just use all of the colors."

I grabbed the blue spray can. I closed my eyes, and imagined a house. As I opened my eyes, I started spraying the blue sky. It took me awhile to fill it in, but it looked good. I grabbed the yellow spray can, and spray painted the sun in the corner of the sky. After that, I snatched the red can. I tried to imagine a red house while painting, but there was some flaws. But the house looked good. There was some windows, and a door, everything that a house needed. Last but not least, I grabbed the green can, and sprayed the grass on the ground near the house's entrance.

I stepped back to take a look. The dark red stallion looked at what I painted. He was impressed. I looked to see as well, and I thought I did bad.

"Aww, man... I don't like this one..." I sigh.

"Nahhhh, you used everything. For a kid, this isn't half bad." he tells me.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE!?"

I looked to the right. It was a mare, by the sound of the voice.

The dark red stallion grabbed my hoof. We both started running. As I looked back, the mare was still after us.

"Hey, are you fit?" he questions me.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Well, we're about to do a lot of running, dude!" he informs me.

I looked in the direction the stallion was guiding me to. I saw three buildings. The first was short, and the rest were a bit taller than the first, and after the second.

I started running with him. He threw me up onto the first platform, and climbed up without trouble. Was he a freerunner?

The dark red stallion looks at me like we need to get the hell out. He puts his hoof out for me to get thrown up again, so I grabbed it. He threw me up.

Suddenly, a rock hit his right leg's joint. He gasped in pain. I remained calm. I held out a hoof for him. He grabbed my hoof, and I tried hard to push him up. The stallion used the rest of his weight to push himself up. He nods back at me. I climb up the other building. And once again, held out a hoof for him. He got up.

The stallion and I both ran to the edge of the building. There was the road. Under us, though, was a dumpster. I grabbed his hoof, and we both dived in.

It stank. I held my breath. The dark red stallion did as well.

I could hear the mare walking out of the alleyway, looking for both of us. After awhile, the mare walked back. We both got out of the dumpster, and looked around to make sure. One thing that I noted, was that there was a hospital on the other side.

"....We lost her." the dark red stallion sighs in relief.

"Yep. But, we both smell like crap, dude." I chuckle.

"Let's take you to the hospital. Your joint is torn." I looked back at him.

We walked to the hospital. After treatment, I went to go check on him. He looked fine.

"Hey, kid, come here." the dark red stallion commanded.

I walk over to him.

"What's your name?" he asks.

"Street." I replied.

He smirks, and says, "The name's Spray. I'm going to teach you how to become a street artist. Come back to the alleyway tomorrow morning, okay kid?"

"Yeah. I will." I promised.

He smiles, and then goes to sleep. It was getting dark anyway. I had to go home.

~(After walking back home...)~

"You what!?" My father asks.

"I'm going to go under Spray to learn how to become a street artist." I reply with confidence.

He looks at me with disappointment, but realizes that I am following my heart. My father smiles.

"Okay. But, no video games for tomorrow." he tells me.

I sigh, and also smile. I go to my room, and sleep.

-()-

Everyday, I went to Spray. He taught me everything, spray painting to freerunning. When I had grown up to become a stallion like him, there was a gray creature on him. He was losing the color of himself.

"Hey! Stop right there!" I yelled at the gray creature.

It looked me, coming right at me. I quickly grabbed a random spray can, and sprayed the color in it's eyes. It suffered in agony.

I spit at the creature. I ran to Spray. He looked okay, but the dark redness of him was gone. He got up, and said to me,

"Hey."

"Are you okay, Spray?" I asked with worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But, what's with the color, man?" he tells me.

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"Y'know, how come everything isn't gray?" he replied back at me with blandness.

I looked at him. Everything that was creative, was sucked out. My pupils dilated, I ran out of the alleyway, and looked at the cloudy gray sky. It rained. I looked down, with disappointment and sadness. There was a blue puddle in front of me. Showing my physical appearance. My turquoise eyes, my blue body, and my messy black hair... All wet. With sadness.

It rained. For such a long time, that I had to walk home. After I walked home, my father looked at me with worry.

"Are you okay, Street?" he asks me.

"..." I didn't reply. I just walked to my room, and cried in my pillow.

My mentor was gone...

Presently

Now, I awake. I walk out of my room to watch some TV in the living room.

"Reports say, that a strange creature has emerged from the alleyways. Studies show that-"

"Wait, wait, no, wait! AHHHHGHHH-"

The PNN news was now cut off. The Colorlings have taken over Equestria. Presently, in the world that I live in now, everything is bland. Grey, really. I'm probably the only one who hasn't been sucked in by the disgusting imbeciles. My dad died peacefully, though. He wasn't sucked in by them. I didn't cry, because I knew that I was a piece of him. I was his son.

I get up, and walk to the window. Nothing. Just grey. I go outside, to paint on my own house. Crazy, I know, but it's the only thing I can do. I grab my set, and start spraying. The only thing that comes out of my mind is the word Color. I decided to spray the word in a rainbow-like pattern. After an hour or so, I stepped back to look at my creation.

I smiled. It looked beautiful. I noticed, though, that color started appearing back into the area around, and in, my house. Could this be a cure?

No. The grey is so thick, that it resists the color coming in. The only thing that is colored, is me, and the word Color. I walk back into the living to see if anything, anything, was on. I kept looking. There was only one channel that was on, though, usually none would be on. So, I decided to watch whatever it was.

As I watch, there was nothing. It was completely dark.

Suddenly, a white pony appeared on the screen. She had blue hair, and red eyes. Who was she?

"Hey, is this on?" the white pony messed with the camera.

"Hey, I'm trapped in a club in Canterlot. If any of you are still sane, then please, help me. There are over a thousand of those stupid Colorlings outside. I need your help. If any of you are there. Please."

The white pony started crying. I couldn't help but, tear up as well, but the tears were held back for me. This world... It has become so dark, and bland, that those who've survived, are becoming insane. The only thing that helps... The only thing that helps...?

What does? I've lost everything. There's no point in living now.

The tears run down my face. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to die.

I walked to the entrance of my house. I put my hoof on the door handle. It's shaking. I'm sweating, I don't know whether I want to live... Or either if I want to die. Yes. I want to die. I open the door, and walk outside. I don't see any Colorlings. But, I see the lifeless ponies walking around like there isn't any shit happening in the world. It was raining. As always.

I started running out into the open. I didn't know whether I was going straight, or if I was making myself go in circles. I felt the cold rain on myself. Thunder had emerged. You could see how horrible this world was.

Suddenly, I hear crying. I stopped. And I looked around. There was Rarity's shop. Was that her?

"Wahhhhahhh...."

Yes. That was her. I start charging at Rarity's door. BOOM!

There was two of them. Those creatures. I couldn't help but get angry. So angry, that I had to take a moment and calm myself. I couldn't even control myself now. There wasn't anytime, anyway.

I launched myself at the first Colorling. I start punching it with my hoof. The others just watched with fear. Over, and over again, had I kept punching the damn thing. It's face was distorted. Now, I had grabbed it, and thrown it out of the window. Next thing, I did, was I grabbed a red spray can, and grabbed the other Colorling, and sprayed that shit in his eye.

"AHHHHGGGGGGHHHHH!!!" the Colorling screamed.

My eyes had turned even darker. I didn't stop spraying until the whole can was out. That only lasted five minutes, though.

I let go of it. It had dropped on the floor twitching.

I was panting and sweating. Never had I been so angry, that I had to brutally kill those little shits.

I looked at Rarity. She was still sobbing with fear.

"Hey, look, I'm sorr-"

"NO! You horrible creature, stay away from me!" Rarity yelled with fear.

"Rarity, I-"

"Just go away..." Rarity sobbed.

What have I done? To show one's brutality too much, will lead to fear. I was even scared of myself.

I go upstairs. Just to let her think.

(--)

I come back downstairs. It has been three hours. I was hoping she still wasn't frightened.

She looked at me. She was still scared of me. But, she tried so hard, to tolerate me.

"Rarity, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have showed such brutality that I caused you to be scared even more." I apologized.

"It's... Fine, really." Rarity replied.

"Can you forgive me? I'm truly sorry..." I kept apologizing.

She smiles softly.

"Alright. Just promise you won't show that again, Mister Bigshot." she smirks.

I smile back at her. But, the things that worry me, are the windows, and the door.

"Should we barricade this shop?" I ask her.

"If we have the supplies, but I suppose we should. I have a couple of wooden planks in the storage, though." Rarity replies.

As we barricaded the shop, I noticed that she was making something while I told her to get a tool that I needed. The good news, was that half of the shop was fortified. And... The bad news, was that the other half of the shop wasn't. Since Rarity was taking so long, I decided to get the tool anyway.

As I came back, Rarity tapped my shoulder. I looked at her. She had made me a blue and black striped jacket. How generous.

"Here," she handed the jacket to me. "This is for saving my life."

I smile. "Thanks, how could I ever repay you?" I ask.

"Well, you can start by barricading the other half of the shop." Rarity replies in a sassy tone.

I laugh.

As I was finishing up, I recalled about the white pony. I wondered about her. Was she still alive? Yes. You just have to hope, Street. Rarity calls my name in the distance. I go to her.

"What is your name?" Rarity asks.

"Oh, um, Street. Street Graffiti." I inform.

"How do you know my name? Has a family relative met me?" she questions me with concern.

"I believe, so, either it was by my father, or either was by your fame." I guessed.

"Oh, stop it," she blushed a bit. "but, seriously, though. I believe your father was Art Paint?"

"Yes, how did you know?" I ask.

"Your father used to help me out with deliveries. Another is that you have the traits of your father." Rarity tells me.

"Really." I wondered.

It was getting dark. The whole place was locked, and fortified. I was exhausted. Rarity and I went upstairs.

"Want me to sleep on the floor?" I yawned.

"Sure." Rarity smirked.

Rarity handed me a pillow and a blanket. I made my bed, and I slept on the floor near her.

"Good night," she said, while putting on her eyelids. "Sweet dreams."

"Same to you, Rarity." I reply with exhaustion.

I closed my eyes, and went to sleep. In my dreams, I could see myself traveling everywhere. To make my mark on the world. To save it.

Planning And Preperation

I wake up. I look out the window to see if anything has changed. There is one thing that has changed. I feel more happy. Could it be that it is because of Rarity? Or is it because of hope?

Well, no matter. I need to come up with a plan to save others. I cannot allow survivors to simply just turn themselves in to the Colorlings. I tried, but Rarity came along, and I was saved by her. I'm not falling in love, I'm just saying, it's good having hope with you. As well as a fellow friend.

I get up, and I look behind me. Rarity had woke up early, though I expected that a 'lady' would at least make her bed. Seriously. Ah, no matter for formalities. I make her bed, and I smell eggs. Oh, the delicious smell of breakfast. I remember when I would always have salad, and eggs. Over-easy. I go downstairs to find that Rarity was cooking. As I stepped in to the kitchen, I noticed that the dinner table was all set up nice.

"Eggs for today, Street. I'm afraid I have nothing else." Rarity apologized.

"That's okay. I can't remember the last time I had breakfast." I assured her.

"Really? What did you usually eat? Only one time a day?" Rarity asks with worry.

"Usually, I would just have different types of salad. Caesar, Fruit, etc." I replied.

"Nothing to drink," Rarity pours a glass. "Although, you only eat salad?"

"Yeah." I nod.

Rarity takes a seat and starts drinking her orange juice.

"Hey, how come you don't drink apple juice?" I questioned Rarity.

"Oh, that? I have to drink this anyway. Applejack's apple juice was grand, I'll admit, but I am sad to the fact that they don't sell it anymore." Rarity frowned.

"Aww. Was it that rich?" I smirk.

Rarity nods. I think I should stop talking, my breakfast is getting cold. So, I decide to eat immediately. The eggs were over-easy. That was good. But, I should stop thinking about breakfast. What I need to do is plan. Since I left my map back home, I made sure to memorize it. Y'know, just in case I got kidnapped and abandoned. I know for a fact, that we are in Ponyville. My goal is to rescue that white pony. I recall that she said she was in Canterlot. Then that's it. My goal is set for Canterlot. But, another thing that I am concerned about is stops, and safety. Kinda like bases? I guess?

Yeah. Rarity's shop should be the main base for Ponyville. Though, supplies. Food, water, ammunition (spray cans), and electricity. Those are my main concerns. Survivors are also one. Oh! I have an idea! I will paint the walls of the houses in Ponyville to lead to the bases! Alright, enough thinking. I need to explain this to Rarity.

"Rarity." I call.

"Yes, dear?" Rarity looked at me.

"We need to set up bases. Supplies and TVs should be stored in the bases. No more than five. Your shop should be the main base." I explained.

"Ok. But, where do we find TVs? I have one, just not one upstairs." Rarity nodded.

"I have one. The problem with mine, is that I have too many wires and stuff to unplug." I replied.

"Alright. Then leave that one there. Your house should be an optional base. Just in case." Rarity smiled.

"I have spray cans back at my house. I should bring everything I have back out here. Is it ok, if I bring sleeping bags?" I ask Rarity.

"Yes. Anything to help incoming survivors." she agreed.

I nod. I open the door, and lock it. I start running to my house. As I start running, there is a group of Colorlings after me. Crap, what do they want? Hadn't I just shown them a message? Oh, well. I expect I have five minutes to grab what I need. Now, bust the door open, Street!

KABLAMY!

Ok, ok. Think Street. What do you need... Oh! My phone! I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my phone. The next thing I grabbed was my whole supply of spray cans, meaning that all twenty cans were all stored in a backpack in my closet. I open the closet. I grab my backpack and start running to the fridge. I grabbed what I could stuff in my arms. As I looked at what I grabbed, I started running to get the two sleeping bags. I know it's crazy, just stuffing my arms with stuff, but remember, Spray had taught me what I needed to do.

Five minutes are up. I ran out of my house, and encounter the five Colorlings. They were all minor looking, nothing really dangerous. I just need to expect the unexpected.

One charges at me flying. I stand my ground. As he got close enough, I ran up to him and wrapped my legs around his neck, flipping him over. Scissor Kick! I can't remember the last time I was so flashy. I always loved fights. Even when it included an educated student.

The rest start coming at me. But, one stayed. One of the three was flying. The other two, though, were coming for my legs and head, both being open. One tried to go for my head, so I ducked and kicked low. The other charged at me for my legs. I jumped a bit, the Colorling missing me as I put my leg up, and dropped it like an earthquake down on his head. The one that stayed came behind me, so I back kicked him. He got launched onto the couch in my living room. Amazingly, the one that was flying came for my chest. How dumb. I front kicked him in the face.

Alright. Now, run to the base!

~(~)~

I open the door, and locked it instantly. I was now home. I go upstairs to drop my backpack off. Rarity was making something for her, as well.

"How was it?" Rarity asks me.

"Wonderful, I finally got a chance to actually show my moves!" I reply with silliness.

"Ok. What did you get?" she questions as she continues working on the sewing machine.

"My phone, some food, ammo, and lots of other stuff." I smirked as I went through the stuff I had grabbed.

I noticed that there was a spare phone. It was the same model as mine, the one I stole from a store clerk. Service and everything was on there, being it was the same as mine. Though, I never really used it. Phones. Yeah. It should be like our source of communication. I grabbed the phone and threw it on Rarity's bed.

"Hm? What was that?" Rarity asks.

"A spare phone. Just in case we get lost." I inform her.

"Ok," she nods as she takes off the thing from the sewing machine. "Do you like it?"

"Hm, what-"

I look at her. She has the same jacket as mine, except purple and black striped. Should that be our clothing to show that we are survivors? Yeah. That should be.

"Hey, you think you can make those jackets with different colors?" I ask.

"Yeah, why?" Rarity looks at me with concern.

"So it could show that we are survivors." I reply.