The daughter of Reason

by Madness Hooves

Rating: everyone
Tags: Main 6, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Spike, Comedy, Romance, Tragedy, Big Macintosh, Discord, Slice of Life
Length: 1041

The madness is not only an invisible force, the owner can access from any of us, no, he is a real danger and is manifested in many forms and

Madness Hooves is a mare who retold by Ponyville kommt.Sie ​​practically nothing about himself and the ponies have their problems with her ​​to cope as they are very resistant and also quite aggressive ist.Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash and the rest on research they learn by what has happened to undstürzen it into an adventure of the past, a past of Madness ausgelievert Hooves is defenseless. Can they redeem Madness Hooves?

Published 2012-04-09 23:54:07 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-09 23:54:07 UTC

A new Pony in the Village

It was night. When I read the small streets of the city, in fact, entered not a peep was heard.I crept along the streets literally wake up to anyone. I had not the slightest interest now to meet someone and me with someone streiten.For this I was just too tired.

Perhaps I should introduce myself firstonce.My name is Madness Hooves. I am a black Pegasus pony with a little bit strange gold patterns on my eyes.Even my own eyes are weird. I have a ruby-red iris, indians are again a dark red iris is. Only then will I get my vertical slit pupil. Glow in the dark even.My mane and tail are black, my, my pony up to peaks that are blue ink. I also have a strange purple streaks on my mane and ink-blue and purple streaks.I was 16 years old and quite annoyed by the world.

Anyway, I was new in Ponyville to hide myself from certain people. Unlike most Pegasi, I did not come from Cloudstale you know.
At school, in which I was I was kind of an outsider. First, because I looked so weird. Secondly, because I had no desire to grapple with me idiot, where is my intelligence massively underutilized felt bullied and the other, simply because they were different, or are.So I went away immediately when I had completed this class.My path led me here. And now I'm here in Ponyville.Be discovered not sneak through the streets and alleys like a criminal to. Why matrimonial? The next day I would need most to know anyway. I've heard people here to live, for example, one of which is not quite right in his head.

Originally, I intended to pursue a career as an actress, after all, that is also my special talent. People audition events and people who were not let alone are real.It also draws my Cutie Mark. There is a theater mask with a harlequin face, half red and laughing, crying and the other green.

I still walk the streets, but a little more open and less like a thief on the prowl. I think straight about some things that had happened in my past - no beautiful things, oh no, definitely not - when I suddenly by a loud "Hello!" frightened and will ausrutsche, lead by the nose in the dirt.
I looked up and saw a figure in the dim light I saw a pony. It probably had a bushy mane and a bushy tail as well, and it grinned at me wide. I said nothing. Growled.

"You should get up, lying with his nose on the first on the ground!" it said it was probably a pretty girl with a childish nature.

"Oh really?" I said.

"Yes, you're quite dirty!"

Oh, duh. That was all I needed.A pony that makes me aware that I fell down. It probably had to be the mare, who was claimed by, not really ... in the matter, to put it mildly.

"I know that I am pleased that you have to say I do not even extra!"

"Oh, ch thought you knew not."

"Why should I not know if I have it but gespührt most?"

"I do not know!"

"Why do you say it then?" Slowly I became angry. Did she want me for a fool?

"I'm not stupid!"

"I have said does not it? Never mind, I've seen you here before! You're new, right?"

"Yes."

"Great! Then we have a party!"

"What? Why?"

"Because ... you're new ... but ..."

"So what? You can not throw a party for a total stranger! You do not know me!"

"But ..."

I tried to reassure me. I think if I had not done that, then I would have made her cry, it was about and I did not want.
"I ... want ... no party .... please."

"Okay ..."

Now I was interested in but one.

"What are you doing here at this hour?"

"I love you gesehen.du have looked like a mean, nasty and very, very goofy lousy thief!"

Okay, I now simply ignored categorically.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Pinkie Pie, and you?"

"My name is likely Hooves.Schön Madness is getting to know you, Pinkie Pie Listen, I am looking for my Haus.Es built with yellow bricks and be equipped with a window on each side do you where I -.."

"Yes, I can take you there if you want!"

"Okay, thank you ..."

This led me crazy mare named Pinkie Pie to my house. It was bigger than I thought and it was even my name on the mailbox.
Pinkie Pie had asked me once if I really do not want a party and I said no this question again. I was not such a party animal. She was slightly bent and I was right again sorry, but it was way it is. I said goodbye to her and she also told me she wanted me to introduce her friends tomorrow. I nodded and closed the door. It was good to have finally arrived. I made myself ready for bed and went to sleep then. If Pinkie Pie tomorrow I imagined her friends could just as crazy as his own, right? Since I needed a lot of sleep.I dreamed of many things that night. There was my mother, who spoke with me, but I did not understand what she said. She had broken and insecure and it scared me.Then changed the picture and I saw quite blurred the country from which I came. It was a prosperous country with many different plants and animals. At first I was happy to be here, but then the picture changed and the country desolate. I cried, in a dream, but I am no reciever.And the worst thing was: I knew it was my fault. It was clearly my fault, as in so many of my dreams.

I've been wallowing around in my bed before I hunted with a strangled cry from sleep. I looked sweaty and confused, and realized that the sun had already appeared on the horizon. From outside came the first sounds of an already busy city life and I dragged myself out of bed.