Daffodils

by snowfu

Rating: teen
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Roseluck
Length: 1069

Placed after the Swarm of the Century. Daisy couldn't believe it. Her whole life work. Ruined. Eaten. Gone.

After they attacked, most of our food was gone. The celery, the carrots, and the flowers. The flowers. Oh Celestia, not the flowers.

Published 2015-01-20 03:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-20 03:00:02 UTC

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It started out as a beautiful day in Ponyville. Sun was shining, air was clean, all that stuff. The ponies were getting ready for a visit from Princess Celestia. Roseluck was preparing her flowers. Her beautiful, magnificent flowers. Her flowers were her life. They were her babies. She couldn't imagine living without them. That was a world of horrors she wasn't prepared to live in.

She saw a plant, a Daffodil that looked a little dry. She turned, trotting toward the hose. She rolled out the long green snakish rope, making sure it wasn't too long, yet enough to be held comfortably in her mouth while watering the daffodil. She galloped back over and enclosed her mouth over the rusty faucet of the hose's link. She winced at the taste, but she had to endure the taste. She must. For her plants.

Roseluck had to make sure that her flowers were perfect. Princess Celestia, Twilight Sparkle's teacher, was xoming to visit, and she was the most regal pony in the land, beside the newly discovered and reformed Princess Luna. Needless to say, Twilight Sparkle was freaking out. She was walking around the small town, demanding perfection from every little minute pony.

She trotted over, picking up the hose as she walked toward the daffodil. She pulled the hose toward the flower, the hose flopping through the grass. The water sprang from the hose, splashing Daisy In the face after she dropped the hose in surprise. She waved her hooves wildly, hearing the mocking laughter of the market ponies. In a fit of anger, she snapped at the hose, getting it under her control again. She would show them. When all of their plants were dead from insufficient watering, hers would be thriving. Suddenly, she got an idea. What might happen if she was carrying some flowers for a resturaunt, and she accidentally got them mixed up with daffodils?

The idea flashed in her mind for a second, but it was already stuck inside. What if? She smirked to herself. Yes. Then their would be no more teasing about how her life was a waste of time, how nopony really needed flowers. Roseluck shook her head. It was crazy. There was no way she could pull off something like that without somepony finding out. Or............No, she couldn't.

Satisfied with the sufficient watering, Roseluck went back toward the faucet, turning it off and rolling back up the hose. She was content now that all her plants had been attended for and cared to the spoiling point. She gave a taste test of one of her flowers, a nice and sweet honeysuckle bush. Mmmmmmmmm. The sweet honey like nectar mixed perfectly with the crisp petals. She qmade a face and spat out a bee, luckly not being stung by the insect.

Roseluck turned her head as she saw a flurry of colors flying down upon Ponyville. She was the many among those to gasp at the snowing of the strange creatures. She smiled at the little pink creature that had floated to one of her flowers. So innocent, beautiful and, wait, what was it doing? No. NO NO NO NO NO! She cried out as the creature ate the whole plant. No, that wasn't possible. That had taken her 3 years to grow. She waved her hooves wildly at the creature, which immediatly took to the air. Her relief was short lived however as multiple creatures swarmed around her stand, and before she could prevent or do anything, they were gone. So were the flowers. No. No no no no no no no, not the flowers. Not her flowers, anypony elses flowers, just not hers, please, let this be a nightmare. She fell unto her haunches as she stared at the ravaged sad looking stand, once bursting with colorful flora, now bare and empty. She felt her world start to spin, and she fell onto her back as she fainted.
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When Roseluck came to, she was lying on a bed. She got up, looking around. She was in a medical district, nurses hurrying here and there. She got out of bed, and walked toward the desk. She signed out, paid the bits needed and galloped toward her flower stand. What she saw almost made her pass out again.

It was gone. Not just the flowers, but the entire bucking stand. How was this possible? She had expected for the flowers to be gone, but the stand too? That was her only source of income. She NEEDED that stand, DEPENDED on it. Without it, she couldn't pay for her house, food, or water. She immediatly checked her purse. 20 bits. Barely enough for a rose bush. Much less enough to pay for her entire stand. What would she do? She could get a job, but that required a resume, and would growing flowers your whole life dount as experience for a dast food joint? She could grow the food for them, but most of those jobs had a long wait line, and she imagined that the line would be longer now that those creatures had attacked.

She suddenly came up with an idea. An idea that made her feel, well, she didn't know what to feel about this idea. The idea she had to take her own life. It was crazy, but what did she have to lose? She had already lost her job, her flowers, her income. What else did she have to lose?

She galloped up toward the road, near the busy roads. She turned, watching, waiting. One clean fall. She bent her knees. Coming. Coming. NOW! She leapt in front of the carriage and closed her eyes. The carriage tried to swerve, but only succeeded in ensuring the accident. The rider trampled over Roseluck with easy, despite his attempts to slow down.

Roseluck felt the wheels crush her ribs, popping open her spine and causing it to stick out like a fishing hook and a worm. Her neck severed, and her head rolled out from underneath the carriage. The rider screamed, fainting after putting a hoof to her forehead. The puller looked pale, shakily pulling up his hooves, which were covered with sticky hot blood.

"No. No no no no no no no NO NONO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" the driver cried. Meanwhile, a lasting daffodil lost its last petal, falling to the ground in the pooling blood.