"Ow!," Chris shrieked, followed by a loud slam as he was once again shoved into the school lockers. He grasped his throbbing elbow in pain. He was soon grabbed by the collar of his shirt.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here!" said Chris's attacker in a deep intimidating voice. "If it isn't that gay pony loving trash bag!"
Chris stared down in fear as he was then lifted off the ground. The boy assaulting him was none other than his life long bully. Wilson Deteson. He was just another scrawny kid back in first grade when he first began to pick on Chris, but a lot can happen in ten years. He had a muscular six foot tall frame, and he always wore tank tops. He had short blonde hair and menacing green eyes that Chris had always feared deeply.
Chris had never been one to stick up for himself, and so the bullying kept going, and more and more kids joined in. It had happened any times where he found himself surrounded by those he was hated by, barely managing to get by with just a few bruises.
"W-what do you want now," Chris asked shakily, eyes shut and head turned away as if preparing for a hit. "Want my money? Have it!" he reached a hand into a pant pocket of his khaki's and pulled out a wallet made from black duct tape. On the front; a Dj-pon-3 sticker. He tossed it to the ground hoping it would be enough to put his attacker at ease and maybe he'll leave him be.
Wilson dropped him in order to pick it up, and looked inside. "Huh. Thirty bucks, not bad!" He smiled, seeming somewhat satisfied. He tore the sticker unicorn off the front and shoved the wallet and it's other contents in his pocket. "Now I won't have to hit you as hard!," he said sarcastically.
Chris didn't realize it until he felt a hard fist make a quick ad painful blow to his stomach. The blow had knocked the breath out of him, thus sending him to the floor gasping for air as Wilson finally left him alone. He lay there in pain wondering what he had done to deserve this, when finally the unicorn sticker came to land in front of him. He wanted to cry. He wanted to yell. He wanted to scream, but would anybody care? He's never had friends before, since being bullied made him afraid of everyone around him, making him just another outcast.
Then the all too familiar sound of a bus going by just outside told him he'd have to try and persuade another ride from his father who he never had the best of a relationship with either. He knew it was pointless to even bother since the school was two or three miles from his home, and his father never liked driving much, so asking fora ride wasn't an option.
"Guess I'm walking..."
Chris picked himself up off the white tiled floor, and dusted himself off before leaving.
*****
Like most days, Chris made a quick stop at the gas station to buy a thing or two to snack on, like Cheetos and a bottle of Coca Cola. Sadly he had been mugged of his money and only continued on home. Being April, it was always mostly cloudy out, and most days it rained. Today was no exception as he was about a quarter mile away from home, he found himself caught in a downpour of rain. He lifted the hood on his Addidas hoodie, and slightly quickened his pace. He walked with his pocket in hands, shoes squeaking along the concrete sidewalk as he walked.
Once only a block away from home, Chris saw the red SUV in the driveway signaling his parents were home. He grunted, wishing he could just be along for a change and not have to worry about anything. Hwalked up the porch steps, and quickly checked the time on his watch, s best he could in the rain.
7:24 it read. He was normally home around four. The next task was to check the mail. He did so everyday just out of curiosity since his parents always left his mail in the box. He opened the black squeaky lid where enclosed were tow envelopes. He pulled it out and checked for his name. He quickly found it in the plastic window of the envelope, and was about to open it until he heard the door unlock.
He looked back up to see his mother opening the door. He was three hours late to getting home, and she didn't even look worried.
"Your son is home!" she called out to his father as she opened the magenta colored door for him.
Chris stepped inside, quickly heading for the bathroom to change out of his soiled clothes. He pulled his hood down and looked himself in the mirror. He saw a five foot five inch tall Caucasian boy with a head of black hair, two brown eyed, with a few freckles to decorate his cheeks. He never liked seeing himself. He knew just how pathetic he was, based on what people have told him over the years. And so with a heavy sigh, he removed his wet clothes, and changed into a new dry pair of clothes. He now wore a long sleeve Micheal Jordan shirt and jeans.
The sleeves provided enough cover to hide the scars he had inflicted himself on his never ending life long battle against the world. He was a cutter. It didn't make him feel better when he did, but he only did it in hoped that maybe at some point somebody will notice those scars and take notice to the fact that he is hurt deep within. He prays that some day a hand will reach down to him from the heavens above to pull him to his feet from his knees where he had fallen so long ago. He has waited for ten years now.
He never cut enough to draw blood, but he did just enough to form a small scar, to try and get people's notice. Turns out nobody cares how sad others must feel. He felt there was no help for him as he left the cold bathroom, wishing he could do the same to the irony that followed him in every step he took.
He took retreat into the safety of his room, letting his bag fall with a thump to the carpeted floor. His backpack was a sea of missing work he didn't care to do. What's the point he sometimes wondered. When you're in a world where nobody at all gives a crap about your existence?
He flopped down onto his bed, envelope in hand as he began to tear through it. He pulled out a slip of paper which turned out to just be an invitation advertisement into some high end college which he had no hopes of going into. High school was bad enough. Chris gave another heavy sigh and disposed of the paper in the trash can by the side of his bed. He decided against opening the other one, but somehow his suspense had been peaked and he had a good feeling about this one.
He tore his finger along the top, and pulled out another advertisement. On it were several pictures. A group of people, and people hugging what looked like...ponies? He tilted his head at this and began reading.
Forget all those online 2D and 3D pony creators, when you can have the actual thing! Make a real living and breathing pony! FREE OF CHARGE!! Already hundreds of satisfied customers within just two days of starting!
That caught his attention, but then again, how can that be possible? But then again, why would they mail out 100% fraud advertisements? There was more to it, but it was just people saying how happy they were to have their pony alive and everything. He smiled, had he finally found something good in his life?
At the bottom there was a website he had to go to, and he was quick to boot up his computer. He then opened up internet explorer and typed in the website name, and unfortunately had to do some thorough searching to find it, but he did eventually after about five minutes. As soon as he clicked the link he was brought to a page where he had to sigh up for the site. His hands shook the whole time he did, and once he filled out the needed information.
Next he was taken to an introduction page explaining what their aim was, which had been to provide living oc's to those who wished to have an actual pony. Chris was no exception. He only wanted to get to the pony making part. He had used the one on deviant art many times and the sfm pony creator not as much, but he's made at least a hundred ponies. they were sort of like bill for a law. All were interesting ideas, but just a few he kept as saved files.
The actual pony creating part was far more advanced than any he had ever seen before, what with precise measuring, and dimensions, and the fact he could draw his own mane and tail style. He decided to make his pony an sfm based one, but made it's graphics o look more realistic, but still in the shape of an mlp pony.
After creating his new art work, he submitted his image, and a pop up appeared saying thank you, and his pony will be delivered within 24 hours.
He sure hoped this was legitimate and that by the time 7:30 pm rolls around tomorrow, he'll finally have a friend to look forward to. He thought about how it could even be possible to make a living pony. He honestly didn't care as long as he got to see it.
*****
The next day dragged on slower than usual. Chris found himself taking several tests that day, what with being the end of the quarter. He was pretty sure he failed half of his tests, but he honestly didn't care. He's had nothing to look forward to in his life, and thus he just lay wasting it away.
At breakfast, he was confronted by a small group of bullies who picked on him and tossed him around a bit, but again, he didn't care anymore. He was just eating a simple orange, when they suddenly came up to him and rubbed it all over his face. Like always he just accepted the torment and laughter thrown at him, knowing there was not a thing he could do to stop it.
During class he couldn't even focus. He just wanted to get home to see his pony waiting for him on the porch. He eventually was able to finish his test before class ended for the day, and he moved on to the next hour. He had science next and they had been doing a chemichal lab where you had to put a chemical on a wet q-tip, and hold it over a Bunsen Burner and identify what chemical it was by how the flame looked. At least he wasn't sitting trying to do impossible math problems.
His next two classes were homeroom and study hour where nothing special happened which left lunch to be his next hour. He didn't even bother trying to eat this time. Wilson had always managed to find him and dump his food on his lap, so instead he hid out in the library, until his next hour.
With each passing minute he became more anxious to just get up, run home to his pony. He'd never wanted anything so badly before, let alone wanting to have anything at all! And once the bell rang for school to let out, he ran out the door, only to bump into Wilson again. He didn't want to deal with him right now. Especially right now, but it was too late. He was pinned to the locker again, forced to give up any cash he had, but the thirty bucks he gave the day before was money he's been saving up since he found a twenty on the ground.
Not having the needed cash to consummate Wilson's desires, he took another painful punch, but this time to the nose. Again he missed the bus as he stood in the bathroom trying to get the bleeding to stop. It took about ten minutes and countless paper towels wet with his own blood in the large garbage can. He sighed again as he glanced at himself in the mirror before leaving. He had a swollen nose and one heck of a headache.
Walking two miles home didn't help to ease his pain either, it only made it worse for him. Luckily his parents had left for work. His dad was a delivery person for this place called Muncheez Pizzeria. Hi mom worked there as well, but as an indoor person who washed dishes, cleaned tables, and took out the trash. So, this left Chris home alone for now. He eyed his porch for any large package, sure that ponies wouldn't fit inside little envelopes.
Sadly he saw nothing, but his attention was turned to a blue 2003 Dodge minivan that had pulled into the driveway. Curious, he walked to to a very familiar looking lady. He remembered her from somewhere, but his massive headache didn't help any.
"Chris Haze?" the lady asked. She was about five feet tall, with short brown hair, and green eyes. She appeared to be a bit over weight from her size. She wore a blue sweater and black pants. She held a notepad in her hands that she had been looking at.
"Y-yeah...why?"
The lady said nothing but only tapped her pen on the rear driver side door. What came out just blew Chris's mind.
A grey coated earth pony stepped out. Her eyes were white, and her mane was grey with a white streak through it as well as the tail. She wore a black hoodie, and a shy expression.
"Is this the pony you ordered?" The lady asked.
"Y-yeah.." he replied, unable to remove his eyes from the pony before him.
"Just sign here and she's all yours!" the lady smiled and gave him a white paper which looked like a contract. He didn't bother reading and signed away and with that, the lady left.
Chris sat down on the porch steps a foot away from the small pony who seemed to be around three feet tall. "S-Silver?" He asked.
"Yeah?" she answered a bit awkwardly, in a soft and hushed whisper, looking at the ground.
Chris no longer being able to contain himself, wrapped the pony into a tight hug.
He held the small filly in his arms for what seemed like hours, but it was really only a few minutes. The fact that he had created her out of his own mind as just another oc was cute and all, but having her living, breathing, and in his arms made it so much better, and so unbelievable. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and he could feel her small heart pumping inside her chest brought a smile he had not known in such a long time.
His life had been an absolute wreck, from bad grades, to terrible parents, to not having any friends, and bullies after him every second of the day to top it off. Now he finds himself holding a small pastel colored pony which he assumed would only exist in the T.V show he has enjoyed since he was a small child. For once in many years he felt joy and happiness, though he was not used to it, just holding this small equine made him the happiest boy in the world.
"I can't breath," said the filly as Chris only hugged her tighter.
With a gasp, he let little Silver out of his hold. "I'm so sorry! I..."
"Hey, it's okay. I like hugs!" she smiled up at him with her sparkling white irises, an ear perked up, and part of her left eye covered by her mane.
"Me too, Silver Shade." He ran his fingers through her mane as she sat currently in his lap on the porch steps. She continued to smile when all of a sudden her stomach growled low and long. "Somepony hungry?"
"Yeah, I could go for some grub!" the little filly giggled. "So, I'm staying with you, right?"
"Of course you're staying with me!" he laughed and picked her up as he stood. "Now, what would you like?" he asked as he walked back into the house.
"Carrots?" she looked up at him with those colorless eyes yet to him ,they were the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen.
"Yeah, I've got plenty!"
So, Chris led her into the kitchen where he flipped a switch, which when flipped, filled the small kitchen with an eerie yellow light. The walls were green with pink flowers panted along the top, and the counters were red stained oak wood with black marble counter tops. Chris set her down on the island in the center of the kitchen. She smiled still as she sat, swinging her hind legs as they hung off the edge.
"Thank you for making me, Chris." she said as Chris gave her a few carrots from the large stainless silver colored fridge. "I promise to be a good pony, or they might take me away...." she looked down, now wearing a sour expression.
"Hey, now, don't be sad...I won't let anybody take you from me." he ran his hand through Silver's silky mane as she nibbled on a carrot. "I'll take good care of you, I promise." he kissed her forehead which resulted in a tight hug from his creation. He gladly returned the hug and held her again in his arms. She was no bigger than a full grown cat as she was, thus she was very small.
"Thank you." she buried her face into his chest and hugged him.
"Good girl, now eat your carrots. I don't want you starving on me now, okay?" he asked and gave her the same carrot she started on.
"She nodded and resumed slowly eating it.
"After you finish, I'll let you explore the house and get used to it, okay?"
"Okay, daddy."
Upon hearing this, he froze with a gasp, blinking several times, unable to advert his gaze from the small pony in his arms.
"Did...did you just call me daddy?"
Silver blushed.
"It's what the people told me before they brought me to you, that you were adopting me as your daughter..."
Chris mulled this over a bit, understanding where she's coming from that he basically did adopt her which would make him her adoptive father.
"I never intentionally meant for that, but it does make sense, so I guess I am your daddy." he smiled suddenly having a pony for a daughter, and only held Silver closer.
"Thanks," she hugged him around the neck in a loving embracing, nuzzling her cheek against his.
"Don't mention it."
Chris took a couple of carrots for Silver to eat as he began to lead her around the house. It didn't last long since his parents happened to pull up into the driveway just as soon as he started.
"Okay, house tour will have to wait. My parents just got home."
"Is that bad?"
"Well, I didn't exactly tell them I was ordering a pony, so I don't know how they'll react to you." he looked down to see his unlikely daughter staring back at him. "At much as I am happy to have you here, It's gonna take some getting used to, to suddenly being a father." Chris stated as he set Silver down on the couch. "Now wait here while I try to explain this to my parents."
Silver nodded as Chris headed for the door where his father began to knock loudly.
"Hey, mom! Hey, dad!" Chris said a bit nervously with a slight chuckle as he opened the door.
His father sighed. He had a blonde goatee, glasses, a fluffy head of blonde hair
"What did you do now?" he asked sternly in that same cold voice Chris knew all too well.
"I um...yesterday-"
"I'm talking about today, not yesterday!" he scolded, arms crossed as he wore a stern expression meaning he meant business.
"Anyway, what I got in he mail was uh...this thing where you would go onto the computer and create a pony, and-"
His father grunted and rolled his eyes at the pony part. "I don't have time for this!" He pushed past Chris and entered the house.
Chris rolled his eyes and turned around to see his father staring in Silver's direction. "What the fuck is that!?"
"She's what I was trying to tell you about! But you didn't listen!" Chris sighed and lifted Silver into his arms.
"What is it?" his mother asked when she finally entered the house. She had long brown hair, which she had braided at the back, and she had blue eyes, topped off with a few freckles. Her face was blank until she saw Silver.
"OH MY GOSH SHE'S SO CUTE!" she squealed and took Silver from Chris's arms. Silver only giggled to her reaction. "Where did find her!? Did you order her?" She asked as she ran across Silver's back who wore a smile as she did so.
"Wait!" Chris's father began. "You mean to tell me you ordered one of these pony...things without our permission!?" he roared, his voice didn't shake the house in any way, but it shook Chris's soul a bit.
Chris only looked down in shame, confirming his answer as a yes to his father.
"Well, we can't keep it."
"Harold!" his mother interjected. "Of course we're keeping her! Do you know what happens to the unwanted ponies!?"
Harold rolled his eyes, knowing that his wife was the only one who dared to argue with him, and most of the time, she was the winner of the fight. "Yeah, I read up a bit about these things..."
"We're not getting rid of her! Chris, take her upstairs, I need a talk with your father."
Chris nodded and took Silver from his mothers arms and made his way up the stairs. He closed the door behind him once inside his room.
"Why does your dad not like me?" Silver asked worryingly.
"He hates everybody except for mom, so don't feel too left out." Chris chuckled slightly.
"You like me, right, daddy?"
"Well of course I like you!" Chris hugged his most unlikely daughter, with her head on his shoulder.
"Thanks," she said hugging him back around the neck in a loving embrace, softly nuzzling his cheek. "I love you, daddy!"
He smiled again, slightly tightening his hug. "I love you too, Silver, very much." he kissed her head and gazed into those white irises once again.
He wasn't sure about being a father all of a sudden, but when this little filly came into his life no longer than twenty minutes ago, he dedicated himself to take care of her to the bet of his ability. Even though he didn't feel ready for it, being referred to as the father by his creation brought a smile to his face.
Silver smiled as she remained hugging her father, until something caught her eye. "Hey, dad?"
"Yeah, Silver?"
"What's that thing?" she pointed to the computer which sat on the desk on the other side of the room.
He thought about it for a second, about all the dangers that could be around every corner on the internet, and the thought of his little girl being hurt in anyway ached his heart. There was also the fear of her suddenly getting attached to it if she ever learned to use it.
"Oh, that? I don't think I should show you that...maybe later, okay?"
"Okay. What is that really small thing next to it?" she asked as she pointed a grey hoof at the small red iPod next to the computer with a white pair of earphones next to it.
"Oh, that I can show you!" he smirked a little smirk as he walked over and picked it up. "You're going to love this!" he checked to make sure the ear buds were clean before placing them in his Silver's ears, and turned on the song: "The Drug in me is you" by "Falling in Reverse."
About ten seconds into the song, Silver's eyes slowly widened, and a smile spread across her cheeks.
Chris sat down on the bed with Silver i his lap who was tapping her front hooves along with the drums, and began to sing as the chorus came around the third time. "Trying to consume..." she sang quietly.
Chris joined in. "The drug in me is you!"
Then they both sang; "I'm so high on misery, can't you see-ee!?"
As soon as the song was over, Chris turned off the his iPod.
"That was fun!" Silver giggled and laid on her back across Chris's lap. "But, what is a drug?" she asked curiously.
"Drugs are bad things that you will be in so much trouble if I ever caught you using, but I know my little filly won't do that, right?" he tickled Silver's stomach.
"Noo, stahp, that tickles!!" she laughed joyfully as she squirmed to get Chris away from her belly.
Chris stopped with a slight chuckle.
"So, was he basically calling this woman a drug? He's a guy and this sounds like it's supposed to be a love song..."
"Yes, drugs are bad, but he was using it as a reference to show how much he loves this woman, since it is a love song. Silly filly!" Chris laughed a little and gave a slight ruffle to Silver's silky mane.
"Then you're my drug, because I love you daddy!" she hugged Chris tight around the neck again.
"I love you too, Silver. Very much." he hugged his daughter back, smiling happier than before.
"Thanks for being my dad." she said softly which only made him smile more.
"Anytime, my little filly."
