Derpy's Dream

Doctor Vinyard was at the front of the home. The home of Mr. and Ms. Hooves.

It was tattered, paint was beginning to peel. It looked as if it was, yes, still inhabited, but just completely ignored and unkempt for years. He began to imagine the house Derpy had described to him so long ago.

“Can you describe your childhood home to me, Derpy?” He asked.

“Err, yea sure thing Doc!” Replied Derpy, eyes crossed, and speech rather slurred. “It was kinda small, but I had lots a room to play n’ stuff! It had a pointy triangle roof, all red n’ stuff, and it had a red door with red window shutters, n’ white paint on the walls! The inside was white walls to! The carpet was all green, n’ mommy wore a green apron whenever she went to go cook n’ stuff!”

That home was different now, but clearly it had been how Derpy described it.

He approached the front door. He cleared his throat, and knocked on the door, as he did so it slowly turned ajar.

“Hello? Anypony home?” The Doctor said politely.

“Yea yea, be right there!” said a stallion, in deep, stained, cracked voice.

The stallion swung open the door. He was grey, like Derpy, and had a yellow mane. He was greasy, carried a beer, he had bags under his eyes, and he stunk of last week’s laundry and alcohol.

“Who in the blazes are you! We don’t get visitors anymore.” He said in an angry tone.

“I’m Doctor Vinyard, I’ve been working with your daughter, Derpy Hooves. My leads have brought me to you, and I hope to perhaps, erm… tie bonds between parent and daughter once more.” Answered the Doctor in the most formal, clear way possible.

“I don’t have a daughter.” Said the stallion.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to believe that. Please, for her sake, could you let me in so we can talk.” Oh god no… This can’t be true… Perhaps I can change his mind, maybe Derpy’s mothers could shed some light for him.

“Yea, okay, whatever. Come in. Seat yourself, if you don’t mind.” Answered the stallion, who was now quite curious as to the message the new visitor was about to bring.

“Thank you greatly.”

Doctor Vinyard entered the house. It was even more worn down on the interior. He spotted a relatively clean looking chair, and sat in it. He noticed some letters from Equestrian Tax collectors stuffed in between the stained, worn cushions.

He could see through a door way, a yellow mare, on her hind legs leaning out a window, smoking a cigarette. How unbelievable, how tragic. I simply must fix this, they can be saved.

“Well, what do you want to say about this girl Derpy.” Blurted out Mr. Hooves, who was already slouched down in his chair.

“Oh well umm, you see, your daughter-“

“SHE’S NOT MY DAUGHTER! NOW TELL ME ABOUT THIS ‘GIRL’ YOU MET AND GET ON WITH IT!” yelled Mr. Hooves, he looked outraged and irritated.

Doctor Vinyard was startled, but regained his posture. The mare in the kitchen was now leaning against the door frame of the room he and Mr. Hooves were in. Her eyes were bright red, half shut. She looked extremely pale and ill. Has she been experimenting with self-destructive drugs? He began to think, but there was no real doubt in his mind. Just disbelief.

“Well umm… yes… Derpy came to me and wanted to gain total mental stability. So we set up regular lessons, and I set up self-constructive exercises and routines, and we began to get results. Now really the only issue is her tie to her family, and her eyes still, last I saw her before I made my way here, were still askew.”

“And what does this have to do with us.” stated Mr. Hooves. He was giving a sinister grin, he had established that he had no connection to his offspring, and had no intention of even acknowledging she still existed.

“You are her biological parents. Whether you wish to accept it or not. She is your offspring, and she deserves to know what has been going on with her family since she left.” Doctor Vinyard said, with as much courage as he could muster. Seeing how Mr. Hooves reacted prior.

However, instead of yelling, this time his grin turned into a snarl. This was much more terrifying then any of his past actions. But it was his wife that really seemed to blow at this one.

“Derpy!? Who in the hell thinks they can barge in here, tellin’ fuckin’ lies ‘bout mah mistake like that! She’s fuckin’ DEAD! You hear me!? DEAD! And so are you, you little fuckin’ PRICK!” She threw a syringe at Doctor Vinyard, who only just slid over in enough time to have it stab the back of the armchair he sat in. A syringe?!?

“YOU’RE FUCKIN’ DEAD, JUST LIKE HER!” She continued to yell.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP MARE!” Shouted Mr. Hooves. “You know what, she’s right, you’re fuckin’ dead punk, c’mere, and I’ll tear your fuckin’, little. HEART OUT!” and he lunged out of his chair at Doctor Vinyard, who leaped sideways out of the chair with surprising speed. He made a run for the front door.

They’re both in a rage! One in a drunk rage, and the other in Heroin rage! Got to get out of here before they KILL me! His mind was racing, he looked back and saw Ms. Hooves rushing towards him with a small blade in her mouth. She leapt at him, knocking the two of them to the ground, only a foot or so from the frontdoor. She wrestled him with primitive rage and anger, and got on top of him, poising ready to strike with her blade. Doctor Vinyard made an effort to keep the blade away from him, along with trying to get her off him.

“GET YOUR FILTHY STINKIN’ HANDS OFF MY WIFE YOU PRICK!” Shouted Mr. Hooves as he ran over to the two of them, ready to smash the bottle of beer he carried over the Doctors head. Doctor Vinyard struggled even harder, trying to escape Ms. Hooves grip and knife. But before he could get her off…

SMASH!!!

Blood began to stain the carpet as it seeped from the glass beer bottle, now fragmented into Mrs. Hooves head. She lay motionless on top of the stunned Doctor.

“AHH! AH-AH AHH!” He screamed as he squirmed pushed her off him. He stood and looked at the body. Her head was littered with shards of glass, and each had a stream of blood gushing from it. He looked at Mr. Hooves, who looked equally stunned.

“You… Y-you... YOU KILLED MY WIFE!!! I’LL FUCKIN’ KILL YOU!!” shouted Mr. Hooves.

No time to spare, must escape. Doctor Vinyard ran out the front door. Must escape… Must reach civilization… must keep running. Doctor Vinyard was an earth pony, strong yes, but not as agile or speedy as pegasi, thankfully his pursuer is disoriented, providing him the Doctor with time. He looked back, Mr. Hooves was standing outside his door, yelling and cursing at him.

Doctor Vinyard ran and ran. after a few miles of consistent running, he reached a small town, and ran to the police station.

He swung open the door, and ran to the front desk. A startled mare sat there, who was previously appreciating her well managed hoof-work, but now stood wide-eyed at the raggedy, bloody, panting man, who now stood before her.

“Can I... err...? Help, you?” Asked the mare politely.

“Can *huff*see the *huff* the captain? Very important. A death, an assault, parental denial and neglect, and consumption of illegal *huff* merchandise…” He nearly collapsed to the floor from lack of air.

“Uhhh… yes, yea of course, I’ll get him right on the line. If you could just go down that left hallway, he’s the last room on the right. Errmm… get… better?”  She added, dialing up the captains room number.

The raggedy Doctor got up, having gathered his breath, and made his way to the room. Opened the door. Sat down. And explained the entirety of situation to the Captain of the local Police Station.