I’ve seen ponies with ask blogs before. Harmless things, it seems. Questions coming from the sky, friends that genuinely care, who want to learn about you and what you have to offer. Sure, once in a while I’ll find someone plagued by popularity, unable to sleep, even blink, without finding another glowing question before their eyes. But I’m not them. I’m not popular, not anything worth celebrating. I have no secrets and no tragic backstory worth telling. So an ask blog might be a blessing, and there’s no chance that somepony like me will ever become as attractive to questions as those famous ponies will. I might actually get some… friends? I’m not sure if that’s what you are. Followers, you’re called. But I’d like to consider you as friends, if I could. I don’t have many, if any, and I’ve grown lonely. Lonely is only one letter away from Lovely, after all.

The problem with ask blogs, though, is that they aren’t gained when they’re wanted, really. I’ve seen some start them through computers, others beckon them willingly with smiles and greetings. But the truth is, the questions, the blog itself, doesn’t come to those in want of friends or followers. They come to ponies at random, created by some unseen force, and they precede change. So when I saw this notification, that I would be the center of a new one, I got scared. I’m terrified of change, and though I’m trying to be positive about it, inside, I’m running, screaming, not willing. The change is coming. I don’t know what it is. And I can’t stop it.

I look up to the sky, aware that I should probably introduce myself. “H-hi,” I stutter, my voice cracking. My cheeks feel warm under my scarlet fur. I nervously brush my long, golden blonde hair away from my face and clear my throat.

“Hi,” I say louder. Ponies nearby toss me strange looks, and my cheeks begin to entirely burn, the heat of embarrassment trickling down my neck. My voice shakes, but I do my best to smile. “I’m Lovely Laughter. Ask me anything!” I give what I hope is a convincing grin. No, this won’t work. I shake my head, throwing my hair behind my ears. Let’s try that again. I’m not shy, I can’t be! I have an audience, so I must put on a show. “Just like the comedy club,” I whisper to myself, and take a deep breath.

I hop forward, flash a broad smile, and wave cheerfully. “HI!!!” I shout, startling the Ponyville ponies who’ve stopped to stare. But I’m focused now, my vision tunneling. They aren’t my audience, the ponies reading this blog are. “I’m Lovely Laughter!” I announce, spreading my wings eagerly. “I’m a pegasus pony living in Ponyville, and this is my ask blog! Ask me anything!”

There. I stand, hooves firmly planted into the ground, staring expectantly at the thin air in front of me, and wait.

Author's Note

Image featuring @asktheponypage, @shinyshaini, @techtalkpony @nittany-tiger, and @ask-paradigm.
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