It was a dark and stormy night when it happened. It was said to be the fiercest night of the year, yet everypony just thought it was your average drizzle. It was only when the lightning began to dance in the sky that everypony headed in, umbrellas in hoof. I say everypony, but one remained. It was me, believe it or not. I was a hardcore pony in those days, going out in any weather. My face and body was hidden by my old purple cloak, which I thought made me look mysterious and dangerous. But no, I just looked like a total lunatic chav. Which was (and still is) probably true.
I walked down the street, with my chavvy cloak's yellow hem flapping in the wind. I was almost there. I remember feeling a sense of excitement and mystery.
I wish I could feel that again.
Oh, I haven't introduced myself, have I? I've just been nattering on about the weather and the such! Anyway, the name is Firefly. And no, despite my name, I am not the best flier. Fire, on the other hoof, I am very good with. I don't tend to burn anything, and I am quite good at making them too. But, in the modern day, we all have light bulbs, so my fire talent is pretty much useless. Though I do do something else for a living...
I won't tell you just yet though. I'll keep the suspense. You'd be better off hearing my story first. The story of how I became... Well, me.
Now where was I? Oh, I remember now:
I continued down the street, and admired the flashing neon lights everywhere. I soon came to a buffet, named 'Peachy Keens', and strolled inside. I didn't take my cloak off, but I did take my hood down, revealing my scraggy blue mane and pink coat. I was, in a sense, a bit scared. I had never done this before. But, if it helped, I didn't see why not. I walked up the stairs, until I reached the actual buffet, filled with chatting ponies and the delicious smell of hundreds of types of food. A grey earth pony waiter trotted up to me, and attempted to give me a friendly smile. It failed. I realised smiling was what they were supposed to do, but this pony just didn't seem like the fun type. Maybe if she had a better and less dull colour scheme it would look better.
"... Hello? Are you listening? Have you booked already or would like to buy now?"
I soon realised the boring voice talking was addressing me, and I gave the mare a surprised look.
"Oh, I'm here to see somepony. He came in about less than 5 minutes ago or so?"
The grey mare gave a nonchalant look, and then nodded over to a table on the far right of the room. There sat a formal looking business stallion, wearing a tweed jacket and striped tie. He was about 30, and was drinking tea in a formal manner. I trotted over, realising who he was. He looked at me when sat down, but didn't see me. His unseeing eyes were as pale as his white hair, and his black coat clashed with his eyes and mane. Not meaning to be rude,a I coughed politely to let him know I was there. His dazed look immediately seemed more welcoming as he smiled at me (well, I thought it was me, but he was looking at the wall).
"Welcome, Firefly. I take you've brought the money, as I have brought my own part. Feel free to go get some food though."
I moved to go into my saddlebag, but a black hoof stopped me. How he was so precise with his movement despite his disability was beyond me.
"No, not yet. Go get some food first."
I took my cloak off, revealing my wings and lightning bolt cutie mark. After going round all of the buffet, I came back to our table with a plate full of hay fries and other junk. I tucked in straight away. The food was amazing, and I couldn't help but murmur in enjoyment. The blind pony decided to make a conversation. We talked, he bought me a drink, and he asked about what I did for a living, my family, etc.. It was only when I told him I was 19 when I realised he was finding everything about me.
"So, what's your name?" I asked, beginning to wonder whether this had been a good idea.
The stallion shrugged, and told me it didn't matter.
But it did.
I repeated my question, but I still got the same answer. This time, he said it with slight annoyance.
Then I blew.
"IDIOT! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE! WHAT ARE YOU HIDING! WHAT!?"
Everypony turned to look. I tried to bang my hoof on the table with irritation, but I couldn't. Then I realised why.
"You... You motherfucker... You paralysed me!"
He gave me a smile and placed his hoof under my chin.
"I know I did. You don't expect me to 'buy' you a drink and there be no consequence? Ha! You foal! It's not permanent though. I was going to go home and have some fun with you, but your feisty tongue destroys your beauty. You'll just have to go to jail for having an illegal drug then."
He placed the crystal meth on the table, and helped himself to the money in my saddlebag. Then he trotted off. He heard the hoofsteps of the earth pony waiter, and began to speak to her.
"You might want to get her out she's a bit... Well, you know. And... Wait, is that crystal meth?!"
The waiter gave a look of shock as she spotted me next to the bottle of drugs. I couldn't believe it. I had been framed.
Yes, I have ADHD. It goes on and off, but if I stay still for more than a hour or two, I just have to move. Which effects my sleeping. So yeah, I went to go get some drugs. It was wrong, but I was a simple teenager wanting to get a good nights sleep. A bit depressing so far, isn't it? It's the time when the author says 'don't worry, it gets better', and then everypony lives happily ever after and the villain is gone. Sorry to dissapoint, but from there on out, it only got worse.
Author's Note
This is the tale of best pony. No, not Firefly, but Mane-iac. She needs more love .
