Misfits
Being… yourself can be difficult. Especially, when you carry a BIG SECRET that no one, no pony, is supposed to know. A secret place where you can truly go and find…acceptance.
This place has often been a second home to me, a place for me to get away from it all. I often spend time with my own daughter here if I need to.
All had to think is the kindred spirit of one pink pony who enjoys a good party. She showed me the world beyond the mirror and presented me a place where I could….belong.
Belong and find true beings who could understand…my….slow wittedness. My…eyes.
Beings who showered me with letters, tons and tons of letters and they were all for me.
Each of them showcased various…things…”humans” was what they called them.
These creatures ….love me….they actually love me. They love me for who I am and what I was.
For what I do.
For that alone, made me smile in such ways that I have never smiled in long time.
Oh I had friends back home, but this second world brought me more friends that I could ever imagine.
Friends that were like me…different, strange, and flawed in way that makes us all unique.
We were called Misfits, but it wasn't in a term that meant for hurt. It was a term to be proud of.
My new friends differ from my other ones, as they were stars in their own way.
One of them was a talking pig…an actual talking pig that spoke funny. He was like my mentor in learning this new world I was in.
These “toons” as they called themselves and I was one of them. I was….unique….special even.
I met a doggy, a funny talking brown doggy that was a bit scared at some things, but he showed me the way to be yourself.
I met a tall creature with a funny laugh, two teeth and the smallest green hat with black stripe that I have ever seen. He was friends with the pink pony I knew from back home. It was through him I was taught about perser…perser…perseverance with my own job as the mail mare.
This place was truly amazing and these beings were truly special.
Though, that pales in to comparison to the much bigger news that this wasn’t the only place for toons like myself. No…this was actually the western part of this special place.
There’s actually a much smaller place for Toons like myself in the east. However, that place I would go to visit when I was with my daughter.
My daughter was the only pony besides myself and the pink one that knew of this place. I would often take her there to visit as a vacation spot or two.
She became fast friend with my new ones as they treated her very well.
I was truly lucky to have come to this world. Especially, after a year or two of heart break and misery. I do have my share of friends back in Ponyville, but they’re often more pity my situation and try to befriend me despite my klutzy ways.
Here, I was truly treated as an equal. A pony with a purpose within her life. I was truly thankful in the name of the Faust.
In fact, one of my favorite things to do with my little girl is learn the sport that they call “rollerblading” and learning how to go fast on the ground instead of in the sky. The big dog man with the funny laugh and two teeth along with his own son, was able to teach me and her very well. Well, it was good enough to not have a few minor accidents that didn’t resulted in property damage, but good none the less.
My other favorite place to visit is the eastern side of the “Toon” world where I could enter a special place where my uniqueness is truly special.
I am truly grateful to have such wonderful beings to be helping me. In fact it reminded me of an earlier encounter when I was still “new” in the Toon world. One of my very first visits to the human world…
They say in Hollywood that the weirdest people tend to meet in the strangest places….it was here that such a meeting took place. An average restaurant where most of the movie stars today often come to meet and greet to sometimes talk about work and other times it more of catching up on their private lives, at least what's left of it thanks to the paparazzi.
Still, there were some things in life that even the media tends to avoid, except on a slow news day, and that is a good will story.
He stood there waiting for his meal when she saw the grey mare coming in for her usual crash landing.
After some people tried to help her up and clean the dirt off of her did he speak…"You're ri-ri-ri-ri-just in time."
She sat down on the grown since it was hard for her to sit in a chair.
"I took the liberty of or-or-or-getting our food." He stated.
The grey mare stood by and still keeping her silence up, which didn't confused her friend as he could understand what she was currently going through.
"I saw you on the TV the other day; you were great during your fi-fif-fif-fif-moment of fame."
Still saying nothing he tried to responded, "I guess you caught wind of the bad backlash that your time has caused."
Still saying nothing he continues on, "Don't let it get to you…I mean I kind of been through the same thing as you have before."
Looking at her friend with interest and confusion in her eyes, he continued on, "Some people are just a bunch of hot air, and they don't truly see the be-be-be-be- character beneath it all."
Still confused he went all, "I mean we live in a world where the next biggest mistake is just around the corner. Believe me when I say this will truly be over after a little while."
Finally after a while, she spoke in a sad tone…"I didn't mean to hurt anyone."
"I know, I know exactly how you feel," he stated in a calm, but understanding manner, "However, do try to eat something for now…I mean we can't let this food go to waste."
With her friend giving her a small smile, she decided to respond in kind and smile a well. The two friends started to eat their luncheon and talk about the coming week ahead the
best way the can. Their surrounding public pays little attention to the two of them, but in a way it doesn't matter that much as long as they knew that they had each other’s back to help each other out, then nothing could stand in their way.
For that’s what being a Toon is all about. Making people happy and full of laughter.
Author's Note
I wanted to show that the difference between Pinkie and Derpy when it comes to visiting ToonTown
Where Pinkie found happiness in the place, Derpy found acceptance. To show that she wasn't alone in this cruel world we live in. That we all have our uniqueness that makes us special. That's the reason for my story about Depry.
I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.
