You know, it's fairly safe to say you never know what life has in store for you. Oh, you can dream things up that you'd like life to give you but more often then not they won't come true. Of course, this isn't always a bad thing. As it can happen, what you really get is often a lot better then what you wanted in the first place and to begin with. Take for example one Rainbow Dash. No, not that one from a certain hugely popular show but a plushie version of one. Now, you may be wondering how a plushie can be the main character of a story when it's just a toy. Have you learned nothing from Toy Story? When we're not looking, toys are alive and well just like we are. Well, if you don't believe me you don't have to take my word for it. I'll let Rainbow herself explain...
Rainbow Dash's POV:
I guess I'd like to say life dealt me a good hand. Not that I knew that at first. You see, for months since I was created I spent life in a warehouse somewhere. Probably in Texas, out in the middle of freaking nowhere. Hell if I know. I was just on a shelf with a bunch of other mes. Can't blame you I suppose if that sounds confusing. Confused me at times myself I suspect. Really the only way I got news from the outside world was when I heard things from the people who worked there. Most of the time it was just Rarity style gossip, like which celeb was dating which other celeb but on occasion I got real news. Things like how the government was beating up terrorist groups, real happy stuff. And of course there was news on the latest stuff from My Little Pony and anything Hasbro related in general. This I always looked forward to, don't ask me why. It might surprise you to know that despite our same base awesome appearence, no two plushies were alike. Some were pretty close to my show self, and others were just... strange. Yeah, let's put it that way. One was like dear Fluttershy and another was so horrible and monsterous I hated to even think she was me. I was so glad when that one left, though I pitied whoever got her. Then again, for all I know it might have gone to some mad scientist with low ethics and morals. Anyways, that was my life for a good while. You get the freaking point. Didn't last forever though, though for a while after that I did wish I was still in that warehouse. This is my story.
It was one day in March when it finally happened. Somebody bought me and soon there I was being bagged up and put in a package to be shipped out somewhere. At one point, I did catch the location of where the package was being shipped out to. Phoenix, Arizona which was okay I guess. Lots of sunshine and if I wasn't a plushie that would be good for getting a tan. Can't really describe my journey there aside from being bounced around a lot. Eventually I was unpackaged and put into a brightly colored bag. Okay, so I was a birthday gift. But as it turned out, not for a little girl as I was suspecting.
Now I had heard about the Brony fandom. It was impossible not to have heard, unless of course you were living under a rock or something. Anyways, I'm getting of topic here. My human, let's get one thing out of the way. He was male, and a teenager. About fifteen years old if I had to guess and with short black hair. Stevens, I quickly learned his name was. Well, could have been worse I suppose but either way I was not happy. Not in the slightest. Not one bit you understand? For Celestia's sake, this was not how things were supposed to go! I was SUPPOSED to end up with a girl, maybe a teenage one. Well, as things went I got a teenager just one of the wrong gender. Can I not stress this enough?
Anyways, I was set on the human's bedside. Let me describe his room to you. It was covered in music posters and albums galore. Which I admit even back then I thought was cool. Of course when night came he pulled me close and hugged me, which was fair enough I suppose considering I was meant to be hugged. Still didn't like it though. I quickly replaced myself with a nearby pillow and hopped off the bed. Hey, don't give me that look, I didn't ask for this!
"Sorry buddy, but I don't like you enough for cuddles. Besides, I don't do those anyway. Not cool." I muttered.
I figured if I was going to live here, I might as well have a look around. But something else saw me. A action figure, smaller then me and mostly white with a purple face on it's back and a red face on it's head which was otherwise a dark blue. I knew exactly what this was, even if I didn't know whom he was. This could only be a Transformer from that other Hasbro line. Once again I was starkly reminded who my owner was.
"Hey... Hey where are you going? You can't go out there! What if you're seen?" It panicked while looking around right and left rapidly.
"By who? Everyone's asleep at this time dumbass." I retorted but the figure didn't look convinced in the slightest.
"How do you know? He could be watching us right now!" It yelled and I quickly shushed him. "If anything you're the one who'll wake him ya moron!" I hissed before flying up to the door handle, and with a turn opened it as I gave the Transformer one last look before muttering "Paranoid fool."
I took a walk down a long wooden floored hallway. Actually, as far as I could see all the floors in this house were wood. A long haired tabby cat walked by but took no notice. I suppose it was used to seeing things like this. My ears perked in interest as sounds of explosions came from a room nearby with the door to it slightly ajar. Out of curiousity I stepped in and saw another Transformer who was white and resembled a gorilla in some way playing a video game which seemed to involve aliens of some sort. I rolled my eyes, men no matter what the species loved this kind of thing. The gorilla bot shouted at the TV.
"With the teachings I have learned from my virtual masters I shall defeat you!" He roared before noticing me and pausing the game and lumbering over to me.
"Ah, so you're the new arrival. Name's High Score 100." He said politely before bowing. I raised a eyebrow. What kind of name was that? Who named these bots, or did they just pick them out of a top hat by random?
"I take it you're fitting in well?" Score asked.
Nearby, another robot that was mostly dark red with a gold face muttered "What's the point in fitting in? We're all going to meet Primus someday somehow..."
"No, I'm not fitting in. I don't even want to be here in the freaking first place!" I yelled and Score smiled sadly before saying "Oh well, it was worth a shot to try and get one of you here to boost some confidence in the kid eh?"
My jaw dropped. How the...? No, I didn't even want to know. With that, I walked off away from these crazies. Behind me, the gunshots started up again as Score yelled "I shall defeat you, Flood!"
It was only later I found out what he meant.
From my place on his bedside I could see the whole of the street in front of me. Each and every house looked the same, with red shingles and creamy wall walls. The yards often had a palm tree or cactus in the yard. Far away, the McDowell Mountain Range loomed with it's peaks seemingly cutting through the sky. I had to admit, if I were the real Dash I wouldn't mind taking flight around that area. (And perhaps waking up my neighbors with a Sonic Rainboom or two.) Anyways, my owner sat under a palm tree quietly reading a book. But that wasn't all, every so often he would take a glance at a long haired girl, his age or a year older (I couldn't tell from where I was.) who was washing a car down the street. Personally, I thought if he liked her so much why couldn't he just go up there and talk to the girl? Wasn't really that hard to do was it?
Later, he and I had a chat. It was rather one sided as I obviously couldn't talk back but I listened anyway.
"I don't know Dash... She's cute but I don't know anything about her. Not even her freaking name... Hell, I don't even know if she would accept me being a Brony. For all I know, she may be one of those Anti-Brony nutters." He muttered, his English accent quite clear in his speech.
"What would you do?" He asked before scoffing. "Wait, don't answer that. You'd probably just ask her out. You've got a lot more confidence then me. I'm so pathetic." Stevens muttered before putting his face in his hands. Believe or not, I, Rainbow Dash actually felt a small ounce of pity right there for him before it was quickly shoved to the back of my mind. But it still kept nagging at me for the rest of the day before I finally gave up on trying to deny it. Least now I knew what that High Score dude meant. Stevens, he really did need a bit of a confidence boost.
It was the very next day I did something stupid. I grabbed a pen and wrote a note and sat it and myself on the kitchen counter just before my owner passed by. Here's what the note said.
"Ask her out, you moron!"
I guess he figured it was his parents who wrote it, not me. Either way, he said "You got a point there mate. I'll do it." He said before taking a deep breath and walking out the door.
It was only later I found out how badly things went.
And I did that when Stevens came in and slammed the door to his room, took me and his arms and sobbed.
"She mocked me, Dash. Laughed me out of her house when I told her. Yep, my social life's gone down the bloody drain and I'll never get it back."
I winced, looks like his fears had come true. I actually wanted to find this girl and buck her in her damn face for doing that. Yep, no denying it now. I wanted to help this kid. I just didn't know how...
As it turned out, I needn't have worried at all. Because later that night a certain bit-I mean girl arrived. I wasn't pleased to see her one bit from where I sat on the couch but I watched.
"What do you want?" Stevens muttered in a mix of anger and sadness at Kristen, who I would later learn was her name.
"Listen... I want to apologize for what I said. I had no right to mock you. Heck, I... I have something to confess. I was mocked when I was 9 for liking TMNT of all things. Look at me, I'm a hypocrite." Kristen confessed before she took a deep breath. "So, can you give me a second chance?"
Stevens answered after a few minutes.
"I'd... I'd like that."
So, he gives her that chance even though she was a complete and utter bitch first time around? Well, that's love I guess. C'est la vie...
END
Author's Note
You would not believe how long it took me to write this. This has to be one of the most wordy things I've ever written. But I did it eventually.
So, what do y'all think? Anyways, in Upon this shelf which inspired this story the human had PTSD ad took pills and had a Sweetie Belle plush. I liked the story, and I wanted to do my own take on the basic concept. Give the story a read, it's well worth your time.
