My Little Derpy

When I was 18, I was still watching My Little Pony :Friendship is Magic. In the comfort of my house, I would spend hours upon hours watching it. I had never missed a single episode. Tonight, I figured would be like any other night, but I was proven wrong. I'm watching a short YouTube video on my laptop when I hear this really high pitch. Gosh dang it hurt. I tried to scream when I saw the air being torn apart. Debris flew everywhere, and I shielded myself. The room was filled with debris and fast winds. When it was over, I looked down to see a small furry grey pony. I didn't know what to do with it, so I began cleaning my room. When I finished, I heard this small whimper. I touched the pony and it whimpered again. I picked it up and place it on my bed. It looked up at me with tiny yellow crossed eyes. It was... Derpy! I didn't really know what to do, but I picked her up and cuddled her. Something I had always dreamed of doing. She giggled.

Derpy was always hungry, and by watching the show, I figured she would like foods like oats and carrots. I cooked the carrots and she ate them fast. She was helpful when I didn't want my raw broccoli, and cherry tomatoes.  I lived near a big field, so I tried teaching her how to fly. It took many weeks, and a lot of patience, and one day she walked up to me and said, "I can't fly, Mommy! I just can't all because of my stupid eyes!"  I knelt down, and put an arm around her neck.

"Ditzy, you have to try again."

"Why? I'm jut going to fail you!" she choked through sobs.

"No, you're not. You would fail me if you quit."

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." I swore.

I used a chainsaw to chop own some trees. "Now!" I yelled. She maneuvered pretty well considering she had perception problems. I cheered as loud as I could! She was flying! She was flying fast, but fell down. She had gone about five feet.

"I did it!" she cheered through pants. I hugged her and rustled her mane. I had been prod before, but nothing compared to this.

I had to rearrange the furniture a bit so she could walk around easier. It had been one month after I found her. Derpy hated being called that, so I called her "Ditzy". Finally, she loosened up and I called her Derpy. She was amused by bubbles, and I was wondering if she got her cutie mark that way. No. She got it one day, but we still scratch our heads at what it means.

"Mommy, why am I on the computer?"

"What do you mean?" I was beginning to fear she would know the ugly part of the truth.

"Look! People tried drawing me! Mommy! Did you do that?"

"Um, yes!" I lied. I knew what was coming next, and I dreaded it.

"Then show me how you do it." she demanded in her squeaky little voice.

For about a half an hour, I tried drawing her, and succeeded in copying a base from a coloring book (which she did not notice) and the rest is pretty self-explanatory. She giggled and clapped her hooves together. I decided it was time for Derpy to go to the park. Nobody is at the park at 6 am, so I figured that would be a good time. I carried her in my arms and she snuggled up to me. It was one of those d'aww moments for me. Some joggers waved to me, and I waved back, now hiding her under my hoodie. When we arrived, it was 6:15. She was fully awake in a matter of seconds. "Wow! I want to go on that!" she said, pointing her tiny hoof towards the swing. "And that, and that, and that, and-"

"Okay, kiddo. Let's go on everything!"

"Yay!"

We spent about a half an hour there before she fell asleep, so I carried her home again. I gently placed her under her bubbly blanket. Her bright yellow mane was all over the white pillow, making it look like a child's drawing of a sun. I smiled, and gently kissed her goodnight. I had lunch ready by the time she awoke. "Morning, Mommy. Hayburgers? Finally!" I gave a quiet grunt at the finally. I had to watch "Twilight Time" just to see how it was made. I didn't blame her though. It had been forever since I had promised to show her this. I told her it was what Superman would eat. She loved Superman, and she's seen all four movies. I personally didn't really care for the fourth one, but she loved it all. I loved seeing her eyes light up as he saved Lois, and everybody else. It made her feel confident afterwards. Movies tend to do that for some unknown reason, but it's a good thing. She would sometimes come to dinner in a Superman costume I had made for her. Anyway, she ate it up. I tried to eat it, but I had a sore mouth for a bit. I had a hamburger instead. "How do you like pickles? They're so sour!" she would exclaim.

"I don't know. I just do!"

"Humph. Whatever." she kept on eating. It was times like this that make life...I don't know if sweet is quite the word. Maybe happy in a strange sense. Yeah, that was it. Night came again, and at two in the morning, I feel something crawl into my bed. "Sorry, Mommy. I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?"

"Yes." She snuggled up to me, and the rest of the night was peaceful. Well, sort of. I was restless, and very carefully leaving the bed, left the room to my computer. I was so tired though, that on the way there, I was falling over. I decided to watch the episode that got the whole "Derpy incident" started. I couldn't help but laugh a bit. She's so clumsy, but that's okay. Then, looking in the comments, I discovered why Derpy was embarrassed with that nickname. It meant, "stupid or foolish" but I knew the other bronies and pegasisters out there meant it affectionately. I was called "chicken" because of how I scampered away from the ball instead of kicking it. I still have that nickname to this day. My inbox is full of emails addressed to "chicken". Anyway, I thought Derpy's strabismus was just in the way, and that it was an honest mistake.

Derpy was now almost a teenager, and now I was in my twenties. I wasn't super afraid Derpy would be one of those rude, snobby teenagers who cause trouble because she is Derpy. She's a sweet pony who loves all her friends. I always wanted to be with Derpy, but deep down in my heart, I knew she needed to go back. She would often bake me gluten-free muffins, and they were good! Like, really good! I was amazed at how I had taught her so little, and she just learned how to do it better than me! I thought about how much joy they brought me, and then it hit me. Well, two things. Derpy always brought joy wherever she went, and she often would sacrifice things just to make my day. She was a joy-bringer. Bubbles are beautiful, and they bring lots of joy to all ages. Her destiny was to be a joy giver. She was also a mailmare, and sometimes letters bring joy, an also great sorrow. That job described her fairly well.  We both lounged on the couch and watched

Awakenings At the end we were crying really hard and were holding each other. She's good like that.