My Little Derpy

by Piematt1337

Rating: everyone
Tags: Human, Sad
Length: 3358

A tribute to My Little Dashie and how many tears I shed. But this time, new characters..And muffins!

When your life is as dull a gray as the world that surrounds you, the mundanities can make it all seem meaningless. Sometimes all we need is a little bit of muffins – or tons – to reintroduce us to what truly makes life worth living.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-09 19:31:42 UTC

My Little Derpy

My Little Derpy

Written by : Piematt1337

Based off of this story : http://www.fimfiction.net/story/1888/1/My-Little-Dashie/My-Little-Dashie

I live my life one day at a time. A good portion of those days are uneventful. Sometimes the world just seems to slip away out of my own hands. It is an emotional feeling that I have had since my mother and father died. Living in a dieing city isn't great. There are some upsides and downsides, like that it is peaceful sometimes...But most of the time people are fighting or ceasing to live. Our town isn't exactly full of crime, because most of the people moved away. All I can hold on to that reminds me of my parents is some pictures on the wall, all of the furniture in the house and the house.

I walk to work once again, I have to make a living somehow. Sometimes I cry over my career, but My Little Pony clears some of the depression. Sometimes I like it for the storyline, but other times I just use it as a wheres waldo to find the background characters. Carrot Top, Dinky Doo, Berry Punch and Rainbow-shine are all fun to find, but I pay most attention on the one with the gray, yellow maned, derped pony named Derpy. She is the cutest background pony I have ever seen, that is why she is my favorite character.

My mother and father lived a happy life, and they wished the same for me. But I haven't achieved their goal. My mother was a painter, but she always drew strange pictures. Like opposite facing eyes on a paper or a bunch of gray clouds. They now remind me of Derpy whenever I look at them on the wall.

I've fallen into the same dull routine: Wake, work, sleep, repeat. I am always in the shadow of other people, more like in the background. That is why I love Derpy. She is like me, special... But cannot get a life that stands out life everyone else. Derpy is the only thing that helps the daily struggles I go through, I post colored printer papers of her on my wall, dream of her and other things like that... But she actually haven't helped me. It is just that emotional feeling I have.

It is actually still fun to think she is in my office, helping me. But even I know that she isn't there.  I always see her run around in my laptop, in various animations and pictures or even real episodes. It's so hard to look at that beautiful world, having it so close to my grasp; I reach out to touch it's warm colors and the bright, smiling face of Derpy.

Only to be stopped by my computer screen.

I shut my computer and walk outside. Walking was kind of my past time since my parents died. When I feel sad, I walk. When I feel tired, I walk. When I feel like walking... I walk. Walking has become my second life in a sense; I spend at least half my day outside along the crumbling side-walks and decaying suburbs.

Things change each walk I take. One walk I take there is a building standing tall. Two walks later, that building is torn down. But every walk I take, there is some trash on the ground. There is less trash on the earlier walks and more trash on the later walks, but there still is trash. I pass a park every once in a while, remembering the good times that me and my parents had when having fun there. Only when I was a little one that didn't know what death was.

There have been times I wished I had my own Derpy, or more realistically a plushie of her, to curl up in bed with. I've made an old Simba into a "temporary" replacement, until I am able to save enough money for one. It helps, in a way. Like holding it close will heal my wounds, my pain, and my sorrow. My feet, after countless hours of walking in my old shoes, pulsate under the sheet, and all the while, I'll hold that stuffed animal harder than a mother protecting her child. It's the only thing I can look at and feel true joy, even if it isn't physically the Derpy I want.

It will have to do.

Today, as usual, I walked to work. It was the same shit, just a different day, watching the same people enter the store, grab their merchandise and pay, then walk out with bags in tow. My shift ended after several hours of this. I clocked out and started walking home. I decided to use a different route this time, for a change in pace, a little something different from the normal path I walk. This part of town was hit the worst; only a few houses still stand, and none of them occupied. It truly is a sad sight to see. Then again, it's really the only sight I see. The only sight I'll ever see.

Or so I thought.

I was stopped by something unusual; a stray cardboard box in the middle of the sidewalk. Now, living in this kind of area I see trash all the time. Plastic bags, doggie droppings and left over cups were always usual. I would see boxes every now and then but this one was perfectly fine and undamaged. I stared at it and wondered. "Why would somebody leave a open box stood up on the right side in the middle of the street?"

During my younger years, I tried to do what I could for the community. I'd pick up trash when I saw it, or I'd attempt to help my neighbors. But everybody kept on littering, so I stopped. It was a hard job to do. Now when I am on another one of my daily (or hourly) walks, I just look at the trash then just leave it there. Maybe kick it a bit, but that's all. I let the people litter or do whatever they wanted because I did it occasionally. Why should it be any different for me?

I walked past the box, barely giving it a glance. Nothing about it caught my attention right away. And why should it? It is just a box, no normal person would stand there and admire it. Anyways, I needed to get home. The sky was getting cloudy and it smelled like rain. Not like anybody was waiting for me, but I like to thing somebody is. When I got home, I felt that I needed to go on another walk. It was raining, but I had nothing else to do.

I took the usual path I take every day. Even I knew why I needed to go on a walk. It was that box. I don't know what it was, but something about it made me feel brave enough to go back in the rain and look at it. I felt that an ordinary box wouldn't do anything, but was I right?

I found the box again, and it somehow moved from its original place. The box seemed to have moved from out in the open to under a nearby tree. Maybe the box had supernatural powers. Silly me, it is just a box. Well, it couldn't have been just a box if it somehow got over here. I walked over to the box and looked inside. I began to notice something inside. It was strangely colored,  in fact, and was quite small. Maybe the size of a few month old Labrador puppy.

I stopped beside the box, and looked down at the gray blob inside.

This is where I currently stand: looking into the box at a small... something. No, I know exactly what it is, but my brain isn't allowing me to fully realize it just yet. At first I want to say it's simply a toy, left to die along with all the other things in this block. But then I saw it breathing. In fact, it appears to be sleeping. My hands are sweating, my breathing erratic, and I'm blinking my eyes trying to refresh my vision.

Each time, the image stays the same. Inside is a sleeping...filly....Derpy.

I lean down beside the box to get a closer look. I can't believe what I am seeing. It is impossible for anything like this to be here. It was pretty insane, but it was still there. On the side in simple pen it said "Give to a good home."

The first thought that runs through my mind, besides the initial "Filly Derpy in a box", is "Who would give up a filly Derpy?" My mind is now a mess of questions. How did she get here? Why is she here? Why is she a filly? Her flank is even barren of her bubbly cutie mark, meaning she is indeed a filly. As I stand to stretch my tired legs, I accidentally bump the side of the box with my foot, and the inevitable occurs: she wakes up.

She looks around, rubbing her eyes with her foreleg, trying to wake herself up. When she moves her legs back into place, I can see her eyes depart in different directions. Those large black eyes, along with the orange-colored rim around them, drive my heart to, as the meme goes, explode... twice. The sheer cuteness of it all drives me to kneel back down, and I can't hold back a smile. I haven't smiled like this in years, since the last time me and my parents went out to the only remaining park in the area.

One of her eyes start to stare at me as the other is starting to drift off to the left. I don't know what to do with her, but I can't keep her alone here.

"Hi there."

I speak, but she can only say one word.

"Muffin."

Her eye that was once focusing on me looks around, then straight at me. Then she orders her other to do the same so her eyes are looking at me straight. She might not even be able to talk yet... that is, if she even can talk in my world. Well, she barely talks in the show, but she can probably talk like any other pony. I return my attention back to her, and notice a small shiver of her body. The fall season is here, and it can get pretty cold, especially around mid-September.

I'm not sure how to exactly tackle this situation; do I take her home? Do I call someone? Who would I even call? I'm a closet brony, so none of my friends know about my love of the show. I can't take her to a shelter... that's a stupid thought in the first place. Not only would it be a horrible sight, she might be taken off to some lab and experimented on or something just as equally horrible. I have only one choice.

She begins to twitch as I start to recognize her more of a derp. As she twitches, I pick up the box. She doesn't really like moving around in the box, because she starts to shake around in it and the rain can get in there easily. So I take off my own jacket and slowly scoop her up with it. She begins to squirm around, unsure about where I am going to take her. The squirming continues, but soon she just gives in as she starts to have a little smile grow on her face. It must be because she is warm now, I noticed that it was cold when I took my jacket off.

"It's all right. Lets get you somewhere warmer, huh?" I say to her.

I smile again at her. She looks up to me with much confusion in her eyes as she tries to process what is happening.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. It's getting late, and you'll freeze out here."

I think she understands me, for after I say those words her eyes return to their normal size, and she snuggles herself more comfortably inside my jacket. She squirms a little, trying to get into a more comfortable position. I can feel her hooves and wings poking me as she shifts. Then, to top it off, she rests her chin onto my arm and lets out a deep sigh, closing her eyes to drift off to sleep.

My heart explodes for a third time.

The entire walk back, I keep an eye out for other people who could pass by me. I don't want anyone else to see her. I have no way of knowing how they would react. The only things that I do see is trash. I am perfectly fine, and so is Derpy. When we got home, I opened the door. The place was pretty dark, so I turned on the dieing living room light that went out every minute or so, but then went back to normal. I dropped Derpy on the couch as she squirmed around and got comfortable.

"Why are you in my world, Derpy?" I said.

Of course, she didn't answer. And I didn't expect for her to answer. As I stated earlier, she barely talks in the show, so why should it be any different here? She is a filly too, and from what I have seen, a newborn filly.

But as I sit down on my dad's old chair I am amazed. I have my own pony. I have my own Derpy. My Little Derpy.

It has been only four months since I brought the young Derpy into my home. I've done what little "research" I could on the matter, but I have come to no conclusions. I have no idea why she is here, and quite frankly, I don't even care anymore. These few months with her have been the most amazing time of my life. She has opened my heart up to love and joy, among other things. Right now, she sits next to me on the couch as I watch television.

She seems to enjoy the morning commercials of muffins on the local stations, and I myself have come to enjoy them. She acts much like a young child would. Then again why wouldn't she? Another amazing feat is she has been learning to talk. I'm not much of a teacher, or for that matter a parent, but I am doing my best to help her learn to speak and read. I don't know how, or even where to begin to attempt in teaching her to write. From the show they did it with their mouths, but I will let that go for now. Once she is a little older, if I even have her that long, I will do what I can to teach her.

I can't believe it. Derpy is about a year old now. But since I first got her, I feel that this year has been a little too fast for me. Since I found her in a box when she was a really young filly, I decided to just make her birth date the day I found her. May 11th... Oddly enough, that was the same day that my mother had given me my first muffin seven years ago. I quit eating muffins when Derpy came into my life, I am afraid she would get too overweight if she ate any.

It would be hard to hide eating a muffin, because she always wanders around the house and I don't clean much so crumbs would be everywhere. And if I know Derpy from the show, she would be devastated if somepony were hiding muffins from her. So why should it be any different for humans? She knew that muffins existed, but I never brought them up. Because if she is overweight, that means I have to buy more muffins. And if I bought more muffins, I would be in debt. She can fully communicate with me now, as well as read English, and she's even starting to learn how to write with, you guessed it, her mouth.

I don't really care how she writes. It just is kinda weird with her mouth. I tried to tape a pencil to her hoof and other things, but she refused. After a while I gave up, however my little Derpy wants it, she will have it. I just want her to live her life without being sad or miserable like me when my parents died.

"I just want her to live her life without being sad or miserable like me when my parents died." Those words floated in my head for a while. What if she doesn't live all of her life with me? I don't mean me dieing, but what if she got taken away? There has to be a reason for her coming, and who ever brought her here probably wants her in their world as much as I want her here.

I can only hope that nothing will ever happen to her.

That is when I noticed, she had never been outside since I found her. I take her to work alone. I have to find some way to get her exercised so she won't be really big. She has never used her wings before, except maybe to accidentally knock a drink off of the table, but that is all. Maybe I will get her to go outside, and teach her how to fly. I don't know how exactly I will teach her, but maybe I will get some books about birds or something.

"Summer flight camp starts tomorrow." I said under my breath.

There was one place I knew that I would trust for teaching her how. The park that my parents used to take me to. Its not like anybody would see me, because nobody is usually there. I would expect for her to get her cutie mark there, but when I think even more, why would she? Her cutie mark in the show IS a bunch of bubbles. I wouldn't really want to change it.

Derpy had never been outside, (Like I said before) but she doesn't really know what outside is. I thought I could use the old box as some sort of transportation device until we got to the park. She liked the box when she was littler than right now, so why should it be any different?

I call her name from the couch, as I wait. I wait a couple of seconds, and see her walking into the living room. "Muffin."

I look at her with a smile. She says "Muffin" all the time, even though she doesn't know what one is. Who knows, maybe she does? All I know is that she never had one.  (And who knows even that, right?)

When I show her the box, she begins to back away. She glares at me, making my insides feel like dust. At the time being, I felt like a big jerk for trying to imprison a pony in a box. It was obvious that she didn't like it. "...Please get in the box...?" I said, trying not to be mean to her.

"No!" she screamed.

"Please?" I said in response

"No!" she said, yet again.

"No?" I said.

"Please!"

"No?"

"Please!"

"Okay, if you really want to get in the box that bad."

"Wait huh?"

I scooped up Derpy and put her in the box. "Where did you find this box, daddy?"

"My parents left it behind."

"Where are your parents?"

Sweat went down to side of my hair. I was nervous. "They're on a LOOOOOOOONG road trip. Like, really long."

"Oh, okay."

I forgot what I was doing. I stood there for about a minute. "Hey, aren't we going somewhere?"

"Uuuh, yeah! Right!" I exclaim.

I open the door and walk out into the town. I forgot how horrible the town was, and it has become worse in the last few years. "Lets go...!"