Cock-a-Doodle-Doo?! (Edits)
Hey guys, first of all, thanks for giving my fic a try! This is the first fic that I've ever written, so please criticize. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
It was a normal morning in the Everfree, and the many flocks of chickens filled the forest with their morning call.
"Cock-a-Doodle-Doo!"
All of the chickens had always started off every morning by doing so, with the exception of the young ones. Although eventually, they would grow and develop the requirements to do so on their own. They would all be starting every morning with their call... Perhaps with the exception of one of the chicks. This certain chick was abnormally larger than the others, and seemed to take a longer time maturing. Although he was born at the same time period as some of the fully matured chickens, he still remained a chick. He was around the age of 5, which made him one of the eldest in his flock. But his abnormality didn't stop there. He was born with the ability to make many sounds that were abnormal for his species. The closest being that his "voice" resembled the sound of a pony.
Throughout the five years of his life, he had been troubled by his abnormality, and no matter how much effort he put into fitting in, he could never do it. He was different. But when he came to accept his differences, he came to the realization that he was perhaps not meant to live as a chicken... Perhaps... he was meant to live as a different being. With this realization, he had started to venture often to the borders of the Everfree, where he would occasionally spot the ponies coming in to just venture, or to visit the odd looking hut where the zebra resident lived. He would listen to their method of communications, and at first, he just stood there, befuddled by its complexity. Unlike the chickens in their flock, they made many different pitches, and seemed to be communicating to each other through groups of sounds. It was fascinating to him, and he chose to pursue it. He chose to attempt to learn their form of communication.
He started to learn around the age of three, and had come to listen to ponies everyday since then. He observed and tried to memorize what type of noise they made when they seemed to be talking about something they gestured to, and worked his way up from there. He memorized a few of them by the age of four, and he constantly practiced them, so that he would never forget them.
"Hello. Hello. Hello. Look. Look. Look. Sore. Sore. Sore Sore. Hurry. Hurry. Yes. Yes. Yes. No. No. No."
He quickly adapted to how the ponies pronounced each word, and became quite comfortable with it. He was proud of himself. He would one day be able to communicate to another being, and fit in! Full of inspiration and excitement, he worked harder and harder to learn the ponies' language.
And finally... At his current age of five, he had worked hard enough to construct full sentences, and had a much better understanding of the language than he had a year ago. He still practiced, however, to expand his vocabulary and his ability to describe things with more detail, as his sentences were still very basic.
"I see the hut. I see the hut. We should get back. We should get back. Is that a talking chick? Is that a talking chick?"
When he practiced, ponies would often spot him practicing, which left most of them befuddled. Some even fainted, and others just ran away. The chick paid no attention however, for he was too focused and determined to observe his surroundings.
Most of the ponies that spotted the mysteriously enormous chicken kept their discovery to themselves, so that they would not be avoided by the rest of the town, and be known as the town psychopath. Most of them had... except for the little yellow filly with the large bow-tie that held her mane.
"Ahm serious! Ah saw a talkin' chick!" exclaimed Applebloom, as she stomped her hooves in frustration.
"That's such a lie! Are you sure you didn't just see Scootaloo in the forest or something?" Sweetie Belle did not believe a single word of Applebloom's tale, as she had never even heard of such a thing.
"Hey! Stop calling me that! I'm not a chicken!" Scootaloo retorted, being fed up with the name-calling.
"He was sayin' weird sentences n' all! Ah saw him on mah way back from Zecora's Hut!"
"Fine then. Should we try and find this made-up chick of yours in the Everfree forest then?" Sweetie Belle challenged.
"Fine! Ah'll show ya that Ah ain't lyin!" Applebloom agreed, for she knew that it was the only way to get a point across to her stubborn friends.
"Meet at the club house tomorrow morning! Then we can start our awesome adventure! No matter how pointless it sounds." Scootaloo concluded, rolling her eyes as she finished her last sentence.
The fillies dispersed, and returned to their respectful homes, while they all prepared for their adventure.
Sweetie Belle made sure to pack their signature CMC capes, which she made quite some time ago, and a banner that read "I TOLD YOU SO." in bold letters. She would use it to gloat to Applebloom after their failure to find the "Talking Chick".
"This is perfect! I'm so gonna rub it in her face tomorrow!" Needless to say, Sweetie Belle was confident about her victory.
While Sweetie Belle prepared, Scootaloo had only one thing in mind bring with her. Her very own picture taken with her only idol, Rainbow Dash. She carried it everywhere, for Rainbow was her inspiration. She dreamed of one day, when she would be just like her idol. To be as fast and agile. To be admired by everypony. To be... AWESOME.
"So... Awesome..." Scootaloo was daydreaming at this point, which had eventually caused her to unintentionally walk into the nearest wall.
After she had separated from her friends, Applebloom ran back straight to Sweet Apple Acres, where her humble family had lived for years. Much like how Scootaloo admired Rainbow Dash, Applebloom looked up to her sister Applejack. Applejack was strong, humble, caring, and was the perfect role model. She was also one of the best rodeo ponies in Equestria, and that made her very admirable to everypony. Applebloom wanted to be just like her. With this in mind, Applebloom added her sister's signature rope to her supply list for tomorrow's journey. This was to catch the chick, in case seeing the creature was not enough to convince her friends.
"Ah'll convince those two tomorrow... An' they'll know Ah wasn't lyin'!"
Soon enough, night fell upon Equestria, and the beautiful moon surfaced. At this time, the chick had started to make his way towards the area close to the hut, where he would usually awake to the sound of ponies talking. It would be just another day, which he would follow his usual routine. Listen to ponies for until noon, then return to his flock.... Or so he thought.
"Alright then. Are you girls ready?!" Sweetie Belle had been the most excited out of the group of three friends, as she could not wait to gloat to Applebloom.
"Yeah! Let's go!" Scootaloo yelled, getting quite impatient, much like her idol.
"Follow me then!" Applebloom took the lead, taking her friends towards the previous path that she had spotted the odd creature at.
The three fillies walked with a quickened pace, as they were all eager to find their goal. Applebloom tried her best to retrace her tracks, and eventually ended up at a very familiar spot in the forest.
"He was here! Ah saw him talkin' around this area... Now we jus' gotta look for him..." Applebloom instructed, as she focused intently on the trees around her.
"Alright then! Let's hurry and look around! This is taking too long already!" Scootaloo impatiently yelled.
The chick had fallen asleep after arriving at his usual spot in the forest, and rested until he awoke to the sound of the flocks of chickens yelling to their heart's content. He awoke, and stretched his wings as far as he could. He yawned just as a pony would, and started toward his favorite stream, where he would always bathe in the morning. When he arrived, he slowly dipped his feathers in, and felt the cold water wet his feathers. Then, he started to make his way back to where he would listen to the ponies' conversations.
"I don't see him anywhere... Are you sure about this talking chick Applebloom?" Scootaloo was skeptical about the whole thing from the start, but now, she was full of doubt.
"Ah swear! Ah saw him! Jus' keep lookin'!" Applebloom had started to become nervous. What if she had just imagined it? What if she was just insane? Was the chick even real?
"Uh... I really don't think that there's a talking chick... We should just give up, Applebloom." Sweetie Belle was almost gleaming with the thoughts of gloating to Applebloom, and telling her how silly she was.
"Maybe... Aw heck, maybe Ah'm jus' a crazy pony..." Applebloom went straight from eager to depressed, as she had realized the possibilities that she may just be a crazy lunatic of some sort, and that she could never be a normal pony, let alone be a great pony like her sister.
"Aw... Don't say that Applebloom, we can keep trying! Maybe we're just not trying hard enough!" Scootaloo was always one to criticize and poke fun at her friends, but she always made the effort to be caring when her friends were feeling down.
"Naw... Don't even bother... Ah know Ah'm just a crazy pony... Y'all should just go home..." Applebloom was distressed at this point, and was even tearing up.
From a distance, the chick had heard something that he had never heard in his entire lifetime. Somepony was crying. He quickly dashed over to the location, and stopped to see three little fillies. One yellow, one white, and one orange. The yellow filly was crying, while the other two seemed to be trying to comfort her.
"Come on, Applebloom! It's okay! There has to be a talking chick around here somewhere!" The orange one yelled.
Were they... talking about him? This made the chick feel both nervous, and excited. Should he go and talk to them? Would they freak out? The chick contemplated on his different choices of actions, and was completely oblivious to the fact that he was completely in the open, where he was in the line of the fillies' views.
"Uh... What's that chick doing...? And why's it so big?" The white one asked, which caught the chick off guard, and made him stumble and trip.
"Hahaha! It's kind of silly!" The orange one laughed, entertained by the chick's failure.
"I'm not silly!" The chick unconsciously responded, which left the three fillies befuddled.
Oh no! I didn't mean to talk! I messed up big time! The chick was now panicking, and resorted to running away, as he was not ready to face whatever came with being discovered as the first of your species to talk.
"THERE HE IS!!! GET HIM!" Applebloom was now full of excitement, and ran at full speed after the talking chick.
"Wh... Wha... What just happened...?" Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle asked, to no one in particular.
The chick ran through everything from thick bushes to puddles, with the three little fillies still hot on his tail. Oh no! What if they catch me? What are they gonna d-
The chick's thoughts were quickly disturbed, as a very famous rope made him halt to a stop, and launched him backwards, specifically towards the yellow filly.
"Ah gotcha now..." Applebloom slowly said, with the most grim smile on her face.
After a few moments of intent staring, the three fillies had begun to question the chick.
"Why can you talk?"
"How do you talk?"
"Do other chickens talk too?!"
The questions were endless, and the chick could feel multiple headaches making their way into his head. His fears had quickly gone away, and was immediately replaced with irritation, and annoyance. He wanted to put a stop to it. So, he responded to them.
"I don't know why I can talk, I don't know how I'm talking, and no, other chickens can't talk." The chick slowly responded, in a monotone voice.
"Oh mah gosh! So Ah'm not crazy! What's your name?! How old are ya?! This is so exciting!" Applebloom was beyong excited now, and she was becoming quite obnoxious in the chick's eyes.
"I don't have a name... And I'm five years old" The chick maintained his monotone voice, hoping that the fillies would take a hint that he was annoyed.
"You don't?! That's so weird!" Sweetie Belle responded, with a look of confusion on her face.
"Yes... I know. But what are your names?" The chick was slowly coming to terms with the three fillies, and had begun to take an interest in his current situation as they had.
"Ah'm Applebloom!"
"I'm Sweetie Belle!"
"And I'm Scootaloo!"
"And we're the CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!"
The three introduced themselves, which brought a smile to the chick's face. They seemed like such good friends, and their excitement and happiness was just contagious.
"Anyways, did you just come to find me?" The chick asked, curious to know about their purpose to venture in the Everfree.
"Yeah! We thought Applebloom was lying about spotting you but I guess it was true!" Scootaloo answered, still full of excitement.
"But uh... What do we call you? It's kind of weird that you have no name..." Sweetie Belle brought the question up, for it was bothering her.
"Oh Ah know! We can give you a name!" Applebloom excitedly stated.
"Really? That'd be great!" The chick was also excited now, as he had always wanted to be known as more than just another chick.
"How about weirdo?" Scootaloo joked, to which they all laughed.
"No but seriously... How about... Peep? Y'know, since you're a chick and all." Sweetie Belle explained, which brought a smile to the chick.
"I like it! Call me Peep from now on!" Peep was now gleaming with happiness, and had even gone to hug the three fillies.
The three fillies had continued their barrage of questions, which Peep tried his best to answer. He couldn't answer some. For he did not know why he had grown to be as large as them, or why he was the only one born this way. It still puzzled him to this day, but he had been too preoccupied lately with the mission of learning to speak. Perhaps he would revisit those questions later.
"You gotta come with us Peep! I have to show you to Rarity! I just gotta!" Sweetie Belle urged, thrilled to have something to show her sister, whom she wanted attention from.
"An you gotta come to mah farm too! Ah wanna show you to my family!" Applebloom also urged, eager to show Peep to Applejack.
"You have to come and visit our club house too!" Scootaloo joined in, full of excitement.
Peep contemplated on whether he should go or not, for he would surely face the same barrage of questions that his three new friends had posed just moments ago. But soon enough, the excitement of having new friends overtook any sense of rational thought in his mind, and he quickly agreed. The Cutie Mark Crusaders and Peep started towards Ponyville.
That was a pretty fun chapter... I really hope you guys liked it, and if you spot any typos of any sort or have any suggestions, don't hesitate to let me know! Thanks for reading!