Loving the Bat Family

Bonebeat yawned as he stretched his wings, hearing techno music blast. He had a feeling in the back of his mind, which he shrugged off. He got up to get breakfast, and got his newspaper he got the day before since he comes out at night. It's ten before eleven, and he's tired, but he's interested in what's new that he didn't notice. He got some milk, which he got from Applejack as a late-welcoming gift. He poured himself a cup and started drinking when he read the date of the newspaper. He spat it all out and almost screamed. It is almost Thanksgiving. He quickly got out a few wooden boards he saved for when something like this comes up. He stopped in his tracks. Who would tell his friends? He face hoofed and whimpered as he took a few steps outside. He galloped to Pastel's house, and wrote a quick note before slipping it through the door. He galloped back, hoping that his family doesn't come.

It's a beautiful day in Ponyville, Pastel had thought. She yawned as the sun's light declared war on her eyes. She got up, and trotted to her kitchen. She got out a strawberry, and started munching on it. She went to the front door to get a newspaper when she saw a note. She picked it up and read it.

Dear Pastel Violet,

It's almost Thanksgiving, I can't be seen for a few days, I feel like I can trust you with this secret, Vinyl already knows, oh and my hut will be boarded up, so don't think it's abandoned.

Bonebeat

She stared at it for a few minutes. She laughed, thinking this was a joke. She got her newspaper, and read it. Turns out the boutique is still closed thanks to the frozen economy. She sighed, and went to Bonebeat's hut, exiting the square, past the castle, and at the edge of the Everfree, she saw what looks like a not-too-shabby hut. She learned where his hut was when Bonebeat pointed it to her during Nightmare Night. She saw the hut boarded up, but the boards look brand new. She knocked on a board.

"Bonebeat, can you come out please?" Pastel asked.

"Is it safe?" Bonebeat's voice asked.

"Yes," she said, rolling her eyes. A yellow snout poked through a hole.

"You really sure?" It asked. Pastel groaned and smacked it. "Ow, I'll take that as a yes," he said. Before she knew it, she was in the hut, and Beat was boarding the entrance as fast as a bullet. "Well, I wish I could make this place a bit more homey for guests, but this is a desperate time," he said, seriously. Pastel looked around and almost gasped. There were two katanas in perfect condition on one wall. She walked up to it.

"Where did you get these?" She asked.

"Well, before I moved to Ponyville, I found a trade caravan along the road. They needed some help to see where they're going. I was gifted these when I caught a bandit trying to steal those," he explained. Pastel looked at him surprised.

"Well, that explains one thing," she said. Beat tilted his head.

"Explains what?" He asked.

"Why you seem weird, you've killed something right?" She asked. He shook his head.

"Nah, the blood's too difficult to clean for me, that and it gives me some urges. So instead, they're letter openers!" He said. Pastel laughed. "What?" He asked. She stopped, still chuckling.

"You seriously use those as letter openers?" She asks. He nods.

"They're great at it!" He said, seeming chipper than a few minutes ago. His smile faded when a knock was heard. "Who's there?" Beat asked, leaning to the door.

"It's me you sugar-loving clown!" Said a gruff Derlandish voice(1). Bonebeat squeaked happily, opening the door to a pale grey bat-pony that was built and had red eyes. "Come on you weirdo, give yer brother a hug!" He said happily. Bonebeat hugged him, seeming happy.

"So how long until my sister gets here?" Beat asks, fear in his eyes.

"About five seconds," Beat's brother replied. A dark grey blur tackled Bonebeat to the ground, giving him a nuggie.

"Hiya little bro, nice to see you in an abandoned hut!" She said, laughing.

"Nice to see you too Silver," Beat said. Bonebeat looked at his sister, with actual fear in his eyes.

"A few minutes, they say that they have to take a minute to become proper," she said.

"Alright, hey Liath, when you see our parents, tell them that I'm not here, and that I was eaten by a manticore. Please?" Bonebeat asked. Liath rolled his eyes. Upon doing so, he noticed Pastel, who is chuckling at Bonebeat's seriousness. He smiled widely.

"An' who is this lovely lass?" Liath asked. His smile dropped when Pastel gave him a death glare.

"That's Pastel Violet, she doesn't like getting hit on. Pastel, this is Liath, my big brother, and he looked to hit on mares," Bonebeat said smiling. Liath leaned to Beat.

"What's with the 'patch?" He asks. Bonebeat shrugged.

"I dunno, but if I were you, don't ask," he said.

"Why?" Liath questioned.

"Because one, it's personal to her, two, she wouldn't trust you after you hit on her," Beat said simply, looking through the window. Liath smiled sheepishly.

"So bro, how's life?" Silver asked, lounging on Beat's hanger.

"Pastel, this is Silver, my sister, she's usually lazy and a tomboy, Silver, the only thing I think is different about you and Pastel is that Pastel actually works a lot," Beat said. Silver smiled.

"So, you still don't have a television? You know this is the twenty-first century right?" Silver asks.

"I don't have enough bits for it," Beats said, groaning.pastel immediately knew that Bonebeat and Silver usually fight.

"Well get a better job, not that hard," Silver said.

"Not that- Not that hard!? Do you have any idea how long it took me to find this job!?" Beat almost yelled.

"Well, be with either with me or Liath, because we found a job in a day," Silver said. Bonebeat laughed. Laughed so hard he cried.

"Silver, sister, I don't mean to be rude, but that last time I checked, it took, what almost five weeks?" Beat asked. Silver glared.

"Actually it was six," Liath said.

"Oh shut up," she said laughing with her brothers. Pastel is confused. First they seemed like they were actually fighting, but turns out they're joking? She shrugged, she did it from time to time too. A knock on the door sounded. Bonebeat froze.

"Oh no," he said. The boards broke down and two dark, dark grey bat-ponies entered. One was wearing a silver bracelet around her right forehoof. It was obviously female since she has long eyelashes. The other was gruff looking, had a top hat that had a silver ring near the base. The stallion has aqua eyes, while the other had navy blue.

"Silver! Liath! And Bonebeat!" They both said cheerfully. Bonebeat's siblings hugged them, but Beat just sat, smiled, and waved. The group hug came around him.

"Uh, hey mom and dad," he said, giving a fake smile. Pastel wondered why, but shrugged it off.

"So, have you gotten a new job yet?" His father asked. Bonebeat dropped his smile.

"No," he said dead panned. His mother's smile turned into a nervous one, his father chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

"So um, what have you been up to?" His father asked. Bonebeat smiled.

"Well, I've actually recently started making friends in this town! Oh, speaking of which, hey Violet, these are my parents!" Bonebeat quickly said.

"Pleased to meet you Violet, my name is Senka," said the bat-mare.

"My name is Dunstun," said the bat-stallion.

"It's nice to meet you too!" Pastel said, nodding. She wondered why Bonebeat actually had fear in his eyes when it came to his parents. They seem nice, Pastel thought.

"Say Bonebeat, is this your mare friend?" Asked Senka, tilting her head. Bonebeat almost glared at her, but he kept himself from doing that and shook his head.

"Nope, I'm not his mare friend!" Said Pastel. Dunstun shook his head.

"Honey, you must stop assuming much from Bonebeat," he whispered. Senka groaned. Bonebeat let the insult slip, and sighed.

"Well, who's hungry!" Liath said, noticing the heat between Bonebeat and his parents.

"I know I am son," Senka said. Everyone went into a small dining room with a round wooden table, carved by the looks of it. Everyone took a seat in a small wooden chair. Bonebeat quickly went to his mini kitchen and got out an apple pie.

"Well, it's the best I can afford!" Bonebeat says, carrying the pie on his back. He slips it on the table. The pie smelled fresh, from the looks of the crispy crust, to the chopped up apples inside. Senka tilted her head.

"And the drinks?" She asked. Dunstun nudged her. "Oh, right," she said. Bonebeat sighed.

"Like I said, the best I could afford. Sorry I couldn't get any drinks," he said. Pastel tried to think quickly to save her friend. She remembered she got some drinks from the last time she went shopping. She got up.

"I can go get some drinks from my house! It's not that far, I'll be back in no time!" She said, trotting out the door. Bonebeat waved. Silver started cutting slices for every pony. It was cut up into twelve slices. Pastel came back in less than five minutes when she galloped. She gave everyone some cider she was going to save.

"Thank you Pastel. Are you sure you don't want to leave?" Bonebeat asked. Pastel nodded.

"I had nothing to do today, so this should keep me busy," she said. Bonebeat smiled. Senka loved the pie she was sinking her fangs into. Dunstun loved it as well.

"Hey son, can you get me a napkin?" Dunstun asked. Liath nodded. He got up, almost shaking the table. He came back, napkin in hoof. He gave one to Dunstun and one to Senka.

"So Bonebeat, do you plan to marry any pony soon?" Dunstun said. Bonebeat sighed.

"No," he said.

"But Bonebeat, you're close to that marrying age. You must find a special bat-pony soon!" Senka said. Bonebeat raised an eyebrow.

"Why? It's not like it'll help your honor," he said a little coldly. Senka and Dunstun almost gasped. Beat took a deep breathe. "Sorry, stress has been getting me lately," Beat said apologetically. Dunstun nodded with a huff. Senka sighed.

"If you're still angry at us we're sorry. Well, I am, I'm not sure about Dunstun," she said. Bonebeat sighed.

"It's fine, I'm just not used to being awake at daytime without sleeping for fifteen hours," he said. Liath gave a nervous glance at Silver. Pastel was a little confused. What side Bonebeat mean by honor? She wondered.

"Well, I think we should look at the ol' family tree!" Liath said nervously. All siblings nodded, and Liath got out what seems to be a paper that went on forever. Silver unrolled it.

The Kingjewel Family

Noir and Mushric
Son: Swart

Swart and Lux
Daughter: Lux the second

Sev and Lux the Second
Son: Ombre

Ombre and Lumière
Son: Scáth, daughter: Loonco

Scáth and Llum
Daughter: Leggero
Skuga and Leggero
Son: Dunstun
Dunstun and Senka
Son: Liath, daughter: Silver

Bonebeat looked it over again. There was a name beside Liath's that was scratched off. He stared at it. He could see a B at the beginning. He looked at Dunstun and Senka.

"Where's my name?" He asks. Dunstun had a grave look. Senka looked off to the side. Liath and Silver looked at other parents, surprised.

"Well, it had to be done, if we didn't we'd be embarrassed," Dunstun said. Liath started backing up, seeing Bonebeat's glare. Pastel looked at them shocked.

"How could Bonebeat be an embarrassment?" She asked. Bonebeat sighed, putting down the paper, putting a hoof to his forehead.

"Well, in our tribe, it is a bad omen for a different color famil-" Before Dunstun could finish, Bonebeat's rage boiled over.

"You said that ou- sorry, your family only has dark colored bat-ponies as members. Any other color than that is dishonorable, as you said," Bonebeat said, raising his voice a little. Silver's ears drooped.

"Bonebeat, it's a family normality. My family will only be dark colored, and have high positioned jobs!" Dunstun said.

"Honey, please quiet down," Senka said.

"No, this young stallion needs to learn that he isn't one of us any more," said Dunstun. Bonebeat, sighed. He kept taking deep breaths.

"Alright then, get out," Bonebeat said pointing to the exit. Sunstun huffed.

"Gladly," he said before going. Senka went after him, scolding him. Silver was crying a little along with Liath, since now they can't visit each other. Bonebeat reminded them that they can visit on Hearth's Warming. They smiled widely. Pastel sat confused.

"What just happened?" She asked, catching up to reality. Bonebeat sighed.

"Long story short, I don't have a family anymore," he said, trying to take it calmly. Pastel's eye went wide.

"Really? Why?" She asked. To her, everything went too quickly.

"Well, because my fur is yellow and I'm not as fancy as them, I'm not part of them," Bonebeat answered. Violet looked at Senka and Dunstun through the window.

"So, basically you were not a Canterlot stuck up like your dad?" She asked smiling. Bonebeat bursted laughing.

"Well, I guess that's true enough!" He said, chipper than a second ago. Pastel tilted her head at her strange friend.

"You know, you are very random, it's like you could be two people in two seconds," she says. Beat shrugged.

"My sister always said that, always said that I stunk too," he said chuckling. "You can go home now, it's like, Seven o'clock! Have a good night!" Bonebeat said. Pastel nodded and headed home. I hope he doesn't feel too bad about that family thing. Pastel thought as she trotted through the cool darkness of the night.

Author's Note

YES I AM DONE WITH THIS SPECIAL!!! Sorry guys, I realize that only two ponies from the previous chapters are here, but don't worry, it'll get better.

Oh and yes, I realize that this chapter looks like a romance chapter. I'm not going to ship if I don't get an okay. So if Twilight Fandom (everyone keeps changing their names, and I've been trying to finish everything, I forgot who is who) agrees that I can ship anyone, than I'll ship.