My little werewolf

A/N: alright everyone, i was kinda bored and had an idea that i couldn't really turn into a fanfic all on it's own. This is that idea. Enjoy.

I sighed with content and sat back, looking at my finished works. It's been a little over three months since I finished my first two fan fictions, and they had earned me a good deal of fans amongst the brony community, and the internet in general. But, even with all of these people who knew my name, and applauded my work, who felt the emotions I had tried to convey, there was still..... Something missing. A hole in my heart that couldn't be filled with fans, tracks, rates and comments. I sighed again, with sorrow this time, and went to youtube, hoping to find something there to lift my spirits. I went through video after video, some making me laugh, others making me cringe, and others making me sing along to the lyrics of pain and sorrow. I was watching a random pony video when something caught my eye. I, of course, had to click it, and almost instantly regretted it. "FOURTH WALL BE DAMNED!" I said, as tears came out of my eyes. "Why can i not hug crying Luna through my computer screen?" I said, feeling that hole slowly filling up. and then it was over. the video came to an end as soon as it had begun, and i sighed. Having nothing better to do, I grabbed my cigarettes, threw on my leather jacket and walked downstairs. "Hey mom, i'm going out for a smoke." I told my mom as I passed her in the living room.

"Alright." was all she said as i stepped out the back door and into the cold moonlit night. This wasn't how I'd planned on spending the last years of my childhood, an isolated nerd and pony fanatic with no real life outside the internet, but there was little i could do about it. I had no intentions of suicide, as I couldn't build up the courage to take that final step, and I couldn't survive very long on my own. I lit the future source of my cancer and sucked in the sweet sweet nicotene.

"At least i still got something worth living for." i muttered to myself as i looked at the small combination of paper, tobacco and so much else in between my fingers. "So small... and yet so deadly." i said with another sigh. I looked up to the full moon and allowed myself to crack a small smile. On nights such as this one, I would often look up to the moon and ask for help, hoping that somehow Luna could hear me. I asked her for many things. A way out of this wretched hell hole i called home. A way to ease my pain. Sometimes a simple conversation. But not tonight. Tonight i had already lost all hope in her ever hearing me, or ever responding if she did listen to my pleas. Tonight, i simply looked at the moon, and chuckled a little bit.

I found it funny. I found it funny how i never realized that, for all my attempts and thoughts, I never truly believed in her or her sister. "It's hard to tell if you have faith when you've never really had it before." I said to myself, still smoking and starring at the moon. I decided to make one last attempt to speak with the matron of the night. "Luna.... I know you probably can't hear me." I began, my vision completely fixated on the glowing orb of white in the dark blue sky. "But damn it, I'm gonna try anyway. I know I've asked you for so much already, but i just have.... one last request. One last plea. After this, you won't hear from me, and I won't bother you ever again." I said with a sad chuckle. I didn't have neighbors, so i didn't have to worry about anyone thinking i was crazy. I think one of them had been kicked out of their home after they'd gotten high(and i mean REALLY high) and started shooting at random people with a BB gun from his roof(true story). I'm not sure what happened to the other ones, but i never saw them. "All I ask for is a chance. A chance that I know I don't deserve. I know I'm just as corrupt and self serving as the next guy, but all I'm asking for..... Is a chance to be happy. I know there are people who have it worse than me, I know that there are thousands of people who deserve this chance far more than I do, and i get it if you don't want to help me out. But if you don't help me, at least help someone who deserves it, alright?" I said, finishing off my smoke and putting it out on the concrete. "That's all I have to say." i said as i stepped back inside. I walked back up to my room in silence, and opened up my laptop again.

"HI!"

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" I said when the voice came from my computer. It wasn't fully open yet, so it couldn't have been a video I left up. I finished opening up my laptop and, lo and behold, there was the cource of the voice. "Wait a minute....... Pinkie Pie?"

"Oh my gosh, you know my name? That's super-duper terrific, cause that saves me from having to tell it to you, and now we can just skip to the part where i ask your name, so whats your name?" she asked, talking a mile a minute. It took me a moment to soak in what was happening. Pinkie Pie..... Was in my screen. Starring at me with the broadest smile i'd ever seen. I reached out towards the screen to see if i could touch her.

And was thwarted by the computer screen. Fuck you fourth wall. Fuck you.

Well, after that i decided to just go along with what she was asking of me. "My name's Christian..... How-"

"Did I end in up your computer? Well that's easy, silly-willy-billy!" she exclaimed before making the same mistake I did, bumping her head on the other side of the screen. "Ow! Fourt wall, I thought we had an agreement!" she said before shaking her head a bit. "Anyway, I'm here Because princess Celestia told me that there was somepony who was all alone, all the time, and asked me to go make them happy, so here I am! Now, if this screen would just let me through." she said as she pushed her way through my computer screen, gettting caught about halfway through. "Un momento, mi amigo." she said, her hooves on my knees as she tried to pull herself through. I could only sit there in awe as she eventually came out with a loud pop!, landing right in my lap.

"Wait, what the fuck!? I'm sorry Pinkie but-"

"Uh uh uh, no buts young man!" she said, holding up a hoof to silence me, and i shut up. When Pinkie silences you, you shut the fuck up and listen. "You're damn right you shut up and listen!" she said, still smiling. How she could read my mind, i have no idea. "Anyway, now that I'm here, we can get down to business!" she said, pulling a cupcake out of nowhere and shoving it in my mouth. It must have had a sedetive in it, cause i soon just kinda blacked out, wondering why the hell Pinkie would roofie me.

And then i woke up. The room was dark. I sighed heavily. "Just a dream... It's always just a dream." I muttered to myself as i crawled out of bed to go find something to drink. I stumbled to the door and opened it, only to have my eyes flooded with light.

"SURPRISE!"