Stitches

by Yoru no Seishin

Rating: everyone
Tags: Sweetie Belle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Cutie Mark Crusaders
Length: 1035

A filly, her doll, and the time they spent together.

What made our childhoods special? Maybe it was the toys we loved and told our secrets to. Some of them love you back.

Everyone knows the Cutie Mark Crusaders, 3 adorable fillies looking for their talents and sometimes destroying Ponyville in the process. But what was it like before then? Let's look back on the life of Sweetie Belle and the interesting friendship she was part of. Will it last or will her new friends pull her a way from her first friend?

Published 2014-08-22 01:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-22 01:30:03 UTC

The First Day

First off, to whoever reads this, I commend you for finding it. What you are holding is my personal memoir, the story of my existence. This is the story of a filly and her doll, the great times they shared and sadness they weathered through together.

It started long ago in a bedroom. The room was adorable, the epitome of every little fillies’ fantasy. On the bed lay a unicorn filly, her purple and pink mane contrasting nicely with her white coat. Her name is Sweetie Belle and today is her 5th birthday. Her eyes flutter open, a gentle meadow green. She immediately jumped off her bed, making a beeline for the kitchen to eat breakfast with her family. It was after that, her mother came in placing a box underneath her bed.

It was dark in the box. It should be, because having the slightest opening could ruin the surprise inside. And what a surprise I am. I was very excited, though I couldn’t express it. I was the prime example of her mother’s work, hoof stitched with exemplary detail. I eagerly awaited the birthday filly, thinking of what we would do together. After awhile, my focus was broken by the sound of hooves. She’s here. If I could’ve banged on the box, I would have, but since I couldn’t, I had to wait.

Sweetie came in with her mind set on one thing: getting ready for her birthday party today. She immediately grabbed one of her dresses (one she hadn’t grown into yet), a pair of her mother’s heels, and a bead necklace. After she had dressed herself, she sat down to apply some makeup, mainly lipstick. She debated if she had used too much, but dismissed it thinking more was good. After she finished, she donned the heels and marched to greet her guests. She then promptly fell on her face, but quickly righted herself. She was a big pony like her big sister, and she wasn’t going to cry over a bumped snout. She continued her march with a bit of regality and she was gone.

Overall, I was a bit disappointed. She came in, did her business, and left without noticing me. If I had known I was under the bed, I would have understood. I was stuck there feeling depressed. A sound perforated my depression. It was the sound of hooves and…crying?

Sweetie bolted into her room, tears streaming down her face. She was the star today and her sister stole the glory. She threw herself on her bed, burying her feelings into her pillow. Had she been anymore upset, she might not have noticed something sticking out from under bed. She reached down and plopped it on her bed. It was a plain white box with a pink ribbon on it, card underneath.

“To my little filly. I hope he is a good friend and will always be here for you. Love Mom.”

She set the card aside and opened the box. She pulled out a small pony; his body was made of gray cloth and his mane was black as the night. The doll stared at her with mismatched eyes, a red button right eye and a blue button left eye. Her mood quickly brightened as she moved the doll’s foreleg into a salute.

“It’s a pleasure to be welcomed into your kingdom, Princess Sweetie Belle. I come from under the bed with the gift of peace.”

“Its pleasure to meet you…”

The doll was silent. In her excitement, she had neglected to give him a name. She pondered for a moment.

“Excuse me good sir, but could you tell me a bit about yourself?”

“Of course milady, where I come from I’m a glorious knight, a hero for the children, and I’m very good at games.”

“Hmmmmmm. I’m going to call you Ace. Is that alright?”

She repositioned her hoof, making the doll nod in agreement.

“Then as the princess of the bed kingdom, I welcome you Ace, only if you’ll be my friend.”

“I happily accept your declaration of friendship. Let us seal the agreement with a hug.”

Sweetie hugged her doll, knowing he would always be her friend. Not like the friends her sister stole.

I was overflowing with joy as I played with Sweetie. We were pirates sailing on the open seas, explorers trekking through the lands under the bed, and heck we were even fashion models. That smile was all ever needed. If it keeps her happy, I will do anything. Alas, the day quickly ended and the moon was in the sky. Sweetie had tucked herself under the covers and had placed me next to her.

“Goodnight Ace.”

“Goodnight Sweetie.”

Her eyes soon started to droop, and before I knew it, she was asleep. I didn’t really know how sleep worked, so figured I’d lay there and wait for her to awaken. I then heard Sweetie mumble to herself.

“I wish you were real Ace.”

No words could describe what happened. I felt a warmth grow within my stuffing and my vision began to darken with the last thing I saw being a soft green glow.

As I came to, all I noticed was a sea of endless stars. Is this what dreaming is like? My mind was overflowing with curiosity, but a thought crawled its way to the surface: I shouldn’t be here. This was all so foreign to me. I felt out of place. I then felt the warmth. A soft pulse from my chest. What is this? As I focused on it, images of Sweetie came to mind. The longer I focused on those, the stronger the warmth became. Is this love? This feeling of pleasure from seeing a smile on her face. With this determination, I swear I will be her valiant knight, to protect her in her darkest times. I will be her friend, always there to love her as she loves me.

Author's Note

To all of you reading this.
Go find one of your toys, one you haven't play with in forever or one you always keep with you, and them that you love them.
They'll appreciate it.