The morning sun seeped through the window in a feeble attempt to wake the snoring lump hiding under the covers.
“Snhggh-shoo.” Spike snuggled his body under the covers, fast asleep. “No Twilight, don’t eat all my gems. Shoo… No, why did you eat my gems? Not cool… Snhgg…”
*briiiiiing briiiiiing*
“Ah! What?” Spike leapt out of his bed, wide awake at the hooves of the alarm clock blaring into his ear. “Oh, okay, it’s just you, alarm clock.”
Spike stretched out and bellowed out a mighty yawn. He cursed the day Twilight thought it a good idea to get him an alarm clock. The device did nothing more than interrupt his beauty sleep. But that was not the case today. No. Today was special. Today, he was going to get up on time to check the mail the moment the moment it arrived.
Spike glanced at the clock to double check the time. “9:45 AM! Just in time!”
Over the past week, in his desperate hope for a particular letter. Spike had tracked the exact time the mail would come every day, and he wanted to make sure he got there just in time. According to his clock, he had five minutes to spare.
“Today is the day!”
Spike hopped out of bed and raced down the stairs. He bolted out the front door and to the mailbox.
He looked around. Left, right, right, left. “No sign of the mail pony yet, which means I got here in time. Yes!”
Spike waited patiently by the mailbox until he heard the particular sound he was waiting for. The sound of flapping wings and the sight of a mail mare stumbling through the sky.
“Derpy! Over here!” Spike hailed out and waved her into a mostly crash free landing.
Derpy slid face first into the grass pathway by the mailbox. “Oof. Hi Spike!”
Spike held out a claw to help her up. “Hey, Derpy. You okay?”
Derpy collected her mailbag and dusted her mane off. “Oh, I’m okay. Just a bit of a rough landing.”
“You don’t say,” Spike said with a chuckle. “I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it, one day.”
The mare grinned. “Yeah, I sure hope so. If I crash into too many more valuable objects, the boss says I’ll have to pay for my own insurance benefits. Anyways, I suppose we should get to the matter at hoof. Mail!”
Spike’s mouth morphed into a bright grin upon hearing that glorious word. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear!”
“Alrighty then,” Derpy said, reaching a hoof into her bag. “Let’s see what we got here.”
Spike anxiously awaited to see what she brought out from her bag. “Oh boy, I hope I got it!”
“Aha, here we go!” Derpy removed a large bundle of various letters from the bag. “These are all for you today.”
“Yay!” Spike jumped with joy. Today had to be the day. “What do you got in there?”
“Hmm, well, let’s see.” Derpy sifted through the letters one at a time. “One for Twilight, another for Twilight, one more for Twilight…”
Spike’s eyes widened, glued in on every letter she produced, awaiting to see his name.
“...Another one for Twilight, oh, a ninth one for Twilight!”
“Um, Derpy, is there anything for me in there?” Spike asked.
“Hmm, not that I can see.. Oh! What’s this?”
Spike jumped. “Is it for me?”
“No, it’s for Owlowiscious.”
Spike slumped back down, smile deflated. “Darn. I was really hoping to get a special letter today.”
“Hmm,” Derpy said, shuffling through her mailbag. “Oh, I do have a letter for you, Spike!”
She pulled a large envelope from the bag, with bright letters on the side addressed to Spike the Dragon.
“Yes!” Spike snatched the letter and tore it open, revealing a brightly colored letter inside. “Alright here it goes:
Spike, the Dragon
Congratulations! You’ve been preapproved to receive two hundred bits in credit for a new chariot of your choosing! With 1.5% APR financing on all new vehicles, we’re positive we’ll have the right one for you!
Simply bring this letter to Filthy Rich’s PMC and Ponyota dealership in Ponyville! Thanks in advance for your business!
Sincerely,
Filthy Rich’s PMC and Ponyota Sales Staff
“Ergh.” Spike merely tossed the letter away and fell to the ground.
“Aww, Spike, what’s wrong?” Derpy asked. “I’m sure I’ll have some mail for you tomorrow!”
“Yeah, thanks, but it won’t matter then.” Spike groaned and rested his chin on his claw. “It’ll be too late.”
Derpy cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean, ‘too late’?”
“Well, do you know about the special dance tonight? The one at the town community center?”
“Hmm, oh yeah! The one everypony in town is talking about? The one I’ve been delivering letters about all week?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. Well, it’s the couple’s dance and you have to receive an invitation from a special somepony. It’s kinda traditional to send them through the mail, and I was kinda hoping I’d get invited this year. I even sent some letters out, but never got a response back.”
Derpy scratched her head for a moment and then frowned. “Oh, I understand. So, you were kinda hoping I had an invitation for you today, huh?”
Spike nodded. “Yeah, kinda. I was actually kinda hoping I’d get one from Rarity, but you know, didn’t quite happen.”
“Rarity? You know, I did get a letter from her, but it was addressed to somepony named Weeaboo Trash. Go figure.”
“Hrmph.”
“Not helping?”
“Not really.”
“Oh, sorry.” Derpy sighed and sat down next to Spike. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I didn’t get a letter, either.”
Spike looked up at Derpy. “You didn’t?”
“Nope. I spent all week delivering letters, but never saw one that was for me. And considering I’m the only mailypony on staff this week, it’s probably because nopony ever wrote me one.”
“Oh, well that stinks. Did you even want to go?”
Derpy sighed and nodded. “Yeah, it’s a lot of fun. But the pony that asked me last year… he kinda left me behind after the incident.”
Spike cocked an eyebrow. “Incident?”
“Yeah. I was supposed to make muffins for the party, but I accidentally put too many prunes in one of the batches.. and the results were less than great.”
“You put prunes in your muffins?”
“It was a rough day.”
Spike chuckled. “It sounds like it. Well, at least you were invited once.”
“Yeah, but after that, nopony wants to go with me now. I guess they’re afraid I’ll mess something up.. or worse. I haven’t gotten to go to any parties in a long time. But, I guess it’s for the best.”
“You haven’t gotten to go to any parties?”
“No. After a few too many accidents, I just stopped seeing invitations pop up anymore. I kinda didn’t even plan on going to this one. I even sent a few letters out, but they all got returned to sender.”
“Ouch.”
“You have no idea. Well, maybe you do. So you probably know it doesn’t feel very good.”
“Yeah, not good at all.,” Spike said, turning his eyes to the ground.
He felt a small knot tightening in his stomach. He looked at the mare sitting next to him. Listening to her story made his seem pretty pathetic.
‘You know, I at least get to go to all the Galas and royal balls. It’s just one party. But she’s not getting invited to anything.’
Spike shook off the frown on his face and turned to Derpy. “Hey, Derpy, do you have any other plans for tonight since you’re not going to the dance?”
Derpy rubbed her chin. “Well, I was going to spend time with Freddy. He’s my pet fish. He always seems to like spending time with me.”
“In that case, hold on,” Spike said getting up to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”
Spike dashed off to his house, leaving a rather confused pony on the ground by his mailbox. He returned a moment later, a letter in his claw.
“I have one last mare to ask to the dance that I didn’t think of before. You think you can make sure she gets it for me before the dance?” Spike handed the letter to her with a grin.
Derpy smiled and took the letter. “Absolutely, Spike. It’s my job after all. Now, let’s see who I’m taking this to.”
Derpy looked at the front of the letter. “To… Derpy Whooves?”
Spike blushed. “Go ahead and read it.”
Derpy opened the letter:
Dear Derpy,
If your pet fish won’t mind, you think you’d want to go the dance with me tonight?
Sincerely,
Spike
Derpy couldn’t help but grin as she read it.
Spike shuffled his feet on the ground and looked at her. “So, whaddya say? Yes, no, maybe?”
Instead of an answer, Spike was immediately tackled to the ground in a hug. Spike couldn’t help but smile and laugh as he was wrapped in her furry embrace.
“That means ‘yes’, by the way.”
Author's Note
Weeaboo Trash = this guy: Here You Go
