Tomorrow's Another Day

by Bell

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Applejack, Second Person, Suicide / Self Harm
Length: 1060

As you drift off to sleep on Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack lets you know how much you mean to her, and her hopes for you to leave the hurt in your past behind.

As you drift off to sleep on Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack lets you know how much you mean to her, and her hopes for you to leave the hurt in your past behind.

A fluffy, second-person fic in which all the text is Applejack talking to you.

Published 2019-10-05 16:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-10-05 16:50:02 UTC

Tomorrow's Another Day

Author's Note

Thought I'd try my hand at an "ASMR" fic. Like an ASMR video, it involves one speaker talking to you, generally telling you affirming things.

I hope I succeeded.

Tomorrow's Another Day

Hey, sugarcube, I was wonderin if—

Oh. Ya musta fell asleep. Can’t say I blame ya. Farm work can be tough on creatures that ain’t used to it, and ya only just got here a couple weeks ago. Yeh’ll get the hang of it, though. I know I ain’t known ya that long, but I can just tell. Yer tough, and yer smart.

Yer givin, too. We didn’t even ask ya to take on no chores. Me, Granny, Bloom, and Mac were happy to just let ya stay here, at least until ya got yerself on yer feet. But ya said ya didn’t wanna freeload, and that told me a lot about ya. I think it made all of us warm up to ya pretty quick. And inexperienced or no, ya been such a big help around here. We all think so.

I guess maybe I should feel silly, sayin all this while yer asleep, but I don’t. Fer one thing, I’d say all this to ya just the same if ya were awake. Ya just happened to be asleep when I came in. And probably ya can’t hear me, but maybe ya can, and I want to tell ya how much I appreciate ya. Yeh’ve... well, yeh've come to mean a lot to me since ya been here.

I…

I don’t want ya to think we ponies make a habit of talkin bout our friends behind their backs, but it ain’t every day a new creature just up and appears in our midst. Me and the girls couldn’t help but talk about it. Nothin bad, I hope ya know, just things that we noticed about ya, first impressions, things like that. And while we was talkin, Twilight told us somethin she noticed when she first found ya. I hadn’t noticed em before, but the next time I saw ya, I looked for em. I don’t think ya realized what I was doin, but I had to see for myself, and sure enough, there they were.

Ya have scars on yer arms. Really bad ones. Twilight, well... she thinks ya did em to yerself on purpose, and much as I don’t wanna believe that, I don’t know what else they could be. I know what scars from accidents look like—that’s somethin that workin on a farm teaches ya—and yers don’t look accidental.

Twilight also said she thinks them scars have somethin to do with how ya got here. She said the cuts ya made mighta been… well, they mighta been enough to kill ya. I can’t follow all the deduction and whatnot she used to get where she ended up, but her point was that when ya appeared here, it was because ya killed yerself back in yer world.

Thinkin of somethin like that makes my heart hurt, but my gut tells me it’s true.

And sugarcube, yeh’ve known me long enough to know that I can’t lie. So I can’t even pretend to know what it was like for ya back there. I can’t even pretend to understand what would make anycreature believe they were better off bein dead.

I hope someday ya trust me enough to tell me yer story, but until then, the best I can do is guess. I’ve never heard ya mention yer family, which makes me believe they mighta been mean to ya, and that just breaks my heart. Family’s supposed ta protect ya from hurts, not pile more of em on top of ya.

Or maybe it wasn’t yer family. Maybe… maybe ya just didn’t feel like ya fit in, in yer world. I guess I could understand that. I told ya about the time I went to live with my Aunt and Uncle Orange, and how strange I felt there. It’s plumb lonesome bein surrounded by creatures who don’t understand ya. And maybe ya wound up here because ya felt like I did when I was with the Oranges, only a mite worse.

Or maybe…

Maybe…

Well, it ain’t no use. All this guesswork is doin is makin me wanna cry. Like I said, maybe someday yeh’ll tell me the truth, and if that day comes, I wanna say that I’ll be honored to hear yer story.

Meantime, I want ya to know that yer safe here. Whatever it was that hurt ya so bad back in yer world, I know it didn’t follow ya here to Equestria. Ya might think I can’t know that, but I can, and I’ll tell ya why: it’s because when I look at ya, I can see ya gettin happier every day yer here. Shoot, it ain’t even just happier—yer lookin more whole, like somepony gettin over a bad sickness. Whatever was hurtin ya, I really believe it’s bein cured. Maybe by the air in Equestria, maybe by good old-fashioned hard work, maybe just by makin so many new pony friends. Whatever the reason, yer really lookin so much better.

And sugarcube, ya have no idea just how glad that makes me. I really care for ya. All of us do. I don’t think my family'd disagree with me if I called ya an honorary Apple. And when I talk to ponies in town, they’re always askin about ya, wonderin how yer doin, tellin me they’re lookin forward to seein ya. You ain’t been here that long, it’s true, but I think yer already a part of Ponyville. Just yer luck to get plunked down in the friendliest town in Equestria.

But you deserve that good luck. Whatever yer life used to be, I think it’s safe to say ya had more than yer fair share of bad luck. But now that yer here, I think ya can change that. And all of us really wanna help ya get better. Believe that.

Heh, listen to me ramblin. Sometimes my mouth gets runnin and don't know how to stop. If I talk much longer, I really will wake ya up, and I don't wanna do that. Ya need yer rest. So sleep tight, sugarcube. Tomorrow’s another day. Another day where yeh'll be cared for.

Another day where yeh'll be loved.