It's A Trixieless Life

by The Horse With No Name

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Sad, Drama, Dark
Length: 899

Trixie attempts suicide and its up to a bumbling angel to convince her life is worth living

A bumbling angel tries to convince a depressed Trixie that she does matter, although he's not the best at his job and Trixie isn't your average pony.

Based off of It's A Wonderful Life

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-10 02:30:02 UTC

Bells Are Ringing

"She was lying the whole time!"

"You idiot!"

"Just die!"

"Why did you even bother coming back!"

"You don't deserve to live!"

Trixie stood in a circle of ponies she had met throughout her life, each one throwing insults directly at her. They spat in her face with glares piercing her eyes. She desperately wanted to run away, but her hooves seemed glued to the floor.

"Useless pony!"

Trixie felt rocks being thrown against her skull. More and more soon pilled up. It wasn't long before Trixie was covered in the stones, crying for help. This, she knew, was karma. Karma in its cruelest form. Trixie suddenly heard bells ringing in the distance. Funeral bells. A vision of a gravestone that said "Here Lies Trixie Lulamoon" flashed before her eyes. She was ready to accept her fate.

"DIE!"

Trixie awoke from her nightmare sweating bullets. She looked around frantically, but just like all the other nights, there was no one there. Trixie had been plagued by a recurring dream for many a night. This night was no different.

Reluctantly, Trixie went back to sleep, hoping for a better dream to appear in her mind.

"Faker!"

"GAH!" Trixie screamed as she woke up once more like a crazed insomniac. When will these frightening thoughts end, she wondered. It was strange. The dreams featured the unholy combination of guilt and fear. She knew where these ideas originated: a memory she wasn't fond of. In fact, everything after that particular memory was horrible. In that memory, she had done wrong not once but twice. It haunted her ever since that day.

Trixie looked up at the ceiling, fearing another nightmare had she chose to go back to sleep. The more she stared, the more she remembered. Then, the more she grew angry. She turned her attention to a mirror. Trixie glared at it like it was an enemy.

"Why can't you do anything right!?" Trixie yelled as she broke the mirror into pieces with a swing of her hoof. "All you've ever done is cause misery for everypony, including yourself! Trixie should just...she should just...." Trixie eyed a knife next the the drawer where the mirror had once stood. It shimmered in the moonlight, beckoning her to grasp it. She knew what she had to do.

"STOP!"

"Who said that?" Trixie said, now searching for the intruder.

"Um...up here." The blue mare eyed a pegasus above her. He shared the same color as her and was dressed in white. He constantly fiddled with the glasses he wore. Trixie watched as he lowered towards the ground.

"W-who are you?" Trixie asked.

"This may come as a bit of a shock...um...to you, but...er...I'm your guardian angel, mate!" The angel said, doing a bow.

"Is this a prank someone played on Trixie? Because it's not funny!" Trixie said, looking around for hidden cameras. This had to be a prank. This had to. Then again, Trixie had seen weirder things in her life.

"Nope! Not a prank! At all!" The angel said, a bit offended. "I'm here because you are doing something t-that clearly violates your life contract!" The angel made a scroll appear out of thin air. Trixie forcefully snatched her angel's glasses for her to use and read the scroll quickly but thoroughly.

"'Killing yourself will get you an instant r-' are you serious!?" Trixie read. "Look, Trixie doesn't care about going to your little 'Angel Prison'. All Trixie wants is an end to this pathetic life of hers!"

"Hm..." The angel seemed dumbfounded at Trixie's last statement. He made another scroll appear and began to read it. "According to Angel Protocol, I have to convince you not to end your life! Oh that should be easy!"

"And how exactly are you going to do that?" Trixie raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm going to show you your life if you never existed! If...you're okay with that...I-I suppose."

"No, no Trixie is not okay with that!" The angel clapped his hooves together and the room began to fade out into white while Trixie ranted. "There is no way...what?"

Trixie was no longer in her room. She was in a little town full of ponies not so different from Ponyvile. Perhaps it was Ponyvile. But after only two visits to that area, Trixie wouldn't know. It was about sunrise and everypony seemed to be busy. It was no longer evening. It was sunrise. Trixie felt a strange warmness in her heart like the start of something greater. Regardless, she was filled with fury and confusion, trying to comprehend what was going on.

"Huh?! Wh-you!" Trixie turned to her angelic companion, glowing her horn, "Take Trixie back to her room this instant!"

"You are in your room! Kind of!" The angel flinched.

"Start making sense!" Trixie growled.

"Alright! Alright! We're in a universe where you...er...don't exist." Trixie looked shocked. A universe where she didn't exist. How curious.

"Trixie doesn't...exist?"

"That is the general gist of it."

"Trixie simply must move in immediately!" Trixie skipped away as happy as a schoolfilly. Trixie's flamboyant and carefree behavoir caught the attention of everypony in the square. She hopped past the bakery and waltzed past a river.

"Oh dear," The angel said as he watched his "client" dance in the streets. "I have a lot of work to do. H-hey! Wait up! Please? Maybe? U-um..."