More Silver Than Gold

by Stepany1234

Rating: everyone
Tags: Diamond Tiara, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Silver Spoon, Cutie Mark Crusaders
Length: 17884

When I thought I saved a cat from getting ran over, it turned out to be a...talking pony? My parents

Never had seen the show My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, she has no clue what this talking creature named Silver Spoon is or where she came from.

When I thought I saved a cat from getting ran over, it turned out to be a...talking pony? My parents told me to be perpared for the big apple but...A talking baby pony?!

Inspired by My Little Dashie by Robcakeran53. No matter what I write, it will never be as good as the beautiful master piece written by Mr. Robcakeran53. So consider this story a tribute to the fanfic, My Little Dashie.

Published 2012-08-16 07:24:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-16 07:24:01 UTC

Chapter 1 The Cat....Dog Thing?

Nineteen. Finally out of my parents’ house and on my own. Too bad when you're all alone, nobody is around to help you move in. Well I’m lugging the last brown box into my apartment so I guess I don’t have much to complain about anymore.

New York…wow. I’m no longer the little girl that was picked on and over protected by her two older brothers. I’m finally on my own. I close my apartment door and take a real long look at my new home. Wooden floors, painted shut windows, brown boxes everywhere, a crack on the wall by the window that looks like it couldn’t be covered with paint. I walk over to the window and can see the buildings that tried hard to cover my view of the sky. I look down and can see the busy streets, the honking was heard through the closed windows and it really made me feel at home. Strangely I was waiting for my brothers to walk into the room and grab me into a headlock. Old habits die hard I guess.

I sigh and walk over to my black bag. Purse or bag, whatever you wanna call it. I searched through it and took out some bubblegum. My secret addiction. I popped some in my mouth and quickly blew a bubble. It popped when I heard my cell phone buzz. I looked to see it was my brother, I hit ignore call. The last thing I want right now is to be brought back home by force. I barely got out of the house alive and I wasn’t about to relive those eye watering, head noogie goodbyes. I rubbed my head and still could feel my brothers strangle me into one of their “love hugs”. I sighed and continued to chew my gum. Time to unpack.

A week has passed and now I have all my necessities out but I still have a lot more to unpack. Leave it to the number one procrastinator to unpack this slow. I stand in my room and look at the lame posters that I slapped onto the walls to give this blank room some color. Still though, it looks dull. Whatever, I’ll get around little by little to fix it up. I walk out after finally getting dressed. I look in the mirror in my hallway and see a strand of hair sticking out from the back of my head. I sigh and retie my high pony tail. Seeing that my jet black hair was so short, the pony tail dangled high above my shoulders and hardly looked like a pony tail at all. More like a short amount of hair that stuck out from behind my hair if you ask me. But me being me, I liked it and was in too much of a rush to care. I had on my rosy reddish pink hoodie and black skinny jeans; all that was left was my shoes. I searched the apartment to find where I had last left them and finally find them by the sofa. I sit down and slip them on, as I do this I get a glance of my small dusty television in the corner of the room. Sucks not having cable, getting someone to come out and help you in this town was almost impossible. Then again, I barely have enough money for rent so I guess I shouldn’t be complaining. I walked on out of the apartment building and made my way down the street. Job hunting I guess. One thing about this city is that it’s so crowded and noisy. I suppose you have to get used to it. My dad told me how not to look like a tourist. I remember it clearly. “Only tourists look up at the sky and buildings when they’re walking. People who’ve lived there they’re entire lives had already seen it and usually don’t look up or around when walking through the streets.” His voice rang in my head and so I tried to look casual and not so…amused. A week here and I’m still tempted to run into every store and examine every single inch of the city. I guess I can do that later though; right now I have to find a place to work. Sure I had money but I wasn’t gonna wait until I was flat broke to go look for a job. I might be a procrastinator but I sure did know what the word responsibility meant. I hid my hands in my hoodie’s pocket and warmed them up as I walked. I waited with a group of strangers to cross the street. The sound of cars honking didn’t really occur to me, not like the night I first slept in the city. I hated it! My first night here was like trying to sleep in the middle of a raging stadium filled with racecars. I hadn’t tossed and turned in bed that much since I first lost my pet cat when I was nine. Pet cat. Wait, what’s that? I look over to the street that I wait to cross and see a grey looking…cat dog animal thing right in the middle of it. Was it trying to die? I looked and saw that it reminded me of my old pet cat and then saw how a car was racing passed traffic to get through. The animal was so small; I bet the driver can’t even see it. Oh my God. It’s gonna get hit! I see all the people around me, talking on their cell phones or reading the paper. I can’t believe this. I was the only one who saw this? I shoved some people out of the way and fought to get to the front of the crowd as quick as I could. My anxiety grew even higher as I saw the car get closer to the animal. It didn’t look like it was going to stop either.

“Move!” I say before finally reaching the front of the crowd.

I almost slip but catch myself before seeing the grey animal look at the car coming towards it. By then I knew for sure the car didn’t see it; or the driver didn’t care. I ran and jumped forward, scooping the animal into my arms before rolling onto the street. The driver barely missed me by a couple inches. I grip the animal tightly and look up to see the driver cursing me out before driving off. The light changed and the crowd began crossing, not even acknowledging me. I don’t care; I never liked being stared at anyway. I try to stop myself from panting and finally look down at the animal in my arms. Pretty big to be a cat. And the colors… they’re different. Wait a minute. What is this? This isn’t a cat. Sure isn’t a dog either…It’s a… a. What is this? A pony?

Chapter 2 Silver Spoon

As I continued to watch her sleep on my bed, I noticed a sliver spoon design on her butt. What do they call that? Flanks? Anyway, it stuck out to me quiet a bit.

“A silver spoon?” I thought. Not even realizing I had said it aloud.

The small horse then began to squirm and groan and that's when I noticed she was waking up. I stood up and stepped back as I watched her eyes slowly open.
She looked around at her surroundings before looking at me. She gasped and hopped back. I was startled too by her sudden movement.
“It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you,” I said as I lifted my hands up slowly. Why am I talking to it? Because they do it in the movies? It's not like it can talk back.

“Where am I?” She spoke. My eyes widened as I stared at the small gray pony that wore glasses.

“It talks?” I stuttered in disbelief.

“It talks?” Said the pony. As if she too was shocked to see me as much I was as shocked to her speak. I gulped but didn’t swallow the bubble gum in my mouth.

“W-where am I?” She asked again, this time more frantic than before.

“U-uh, m-my apartment,” I replied.

I then noticed I still had my hands up and quickly lowered them. How strange it was to talk to something that looked so fictional. Was I losing my mind? If I was, at least it would make more sense than this!

“Apartment?” She repeated my words and I saw how confused she was. Her face expressed how desperate she was to find out how she got here. I'd be lying if I said I didn’t want to know the same.

“Um,” I started. She looked over to me as I took one step forward.

“Where did you come from?” I asked. She looked at me strangely.

“Ponyville, where else?” She replied. The word just slid off her tongue as if it were natural.

“Ponyville?” I asked. My expression worried her and I knew now she was more terrified than before. Her breathing grew a little unsteady but still not that noticeable.

“Whoa it's okay,” I said in a sweet tone. Usually the tone a person uses when they talk to a baby or a puppy. It was so unlike me to talk that way to anything but she seemed so cute and helpless. I couldn’t help it.

“Who are you?” She asked. Now I could clearly hear her frantic tone. Her breathing grew even more unsteady.

“It's okay. I'm Jayme. I’m a friend. I found you on the street. You were almost hit by a car. If it wasn’t for me you probably would have,” I said as I took another step forward.

She shivered slightly as she backed away. I saw she was scared of me and I couldn’t blame her. Wherever she came from, if everything looked similar to her then I must be hard to understand through her eyes... as she is to mine.

“Jayme? Tell me what's going on?” She said. Her voice now very unsteady and close to tears as I can hear her choke up.

“I don’t know how you got here, but I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise that,” I said. Like I hoped, my words soothed her and she calmed down.

There was a small amount of silence and I knew it was because she was thinking hard about what could have happened. I just couldn’t believe what was going on!

“Could it have been what Sweetie Belle did?” She mumbled.

“What?” I asked. She looked at me and shook her head. I knew she was thinking out loud and so I simply shrugged it off.

“Your name? Uh, I told you mine. What's yours?” I asked.

I slowly sat on the edge of my bed. Even though she wasn’t showing her fear anymore, she still backed away until she was against the wall. I felt a bit bad that she couldn’t trust me but I knew it was only instinct. She still probably doesn’t even know what I am.

“Silver spoon,” she said in a low tone. She cleared her throat and repeated her words again, “Silver Spoon. My name is Silver Spoon,” she said more clearly this time.

“Silver spoon. That's a cute name,” I said. This time I spoke with a small smile and she noticed it, I know she did. She didn’t smile but I knew she was curious to examine my small apartment. Brown boxes everywhere you looked. I'm a nineteen year old girl, why do I have so much stuff and junk? Whatever, that wasn’t the main issue here.

She has to be a baby still. She's so small!

She looked at me and saw I was examining her. She took the opportunity to do the same to me. Her grayish silver hair braided and hung down her neck. Around her neck were some small blue beads, blue cute glasses that looked a little too big for her. Her tail matched the color of her mane and was adorable like the rest of her. She probably wondered why I looked the way I did. Black short hair always up in a high pony tail, tannish skin and brown eyes. My light reddish rose colored hoodie and skinny jeans were completely different than anything she's probably seen.

“You look weird,” she said. Her nose wrinkled up like a child who was forced to eat their vegetables. I let out a small laugh after the unexpected comment.

“Well. Somebody’s comfortable,” I said with a grin.

“Somebody? No, it's somepony. You talk weird too,” she said.

Well. This little pony has an attitude

I smiled anyway and thought it was more cute then annoying. I looked back at the spoon on her flank and wondered what it meant.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“What?” She asked?

“That, the spoon of your butt,” I said as I pointed at her flank.

“It's called a flank. And this spoon is my cutie mark,” she said, slightly annoyed as she corrected me...again.

Cutiemark? Where have I heard that before?

I than remembered some guys talking as I walked by on the street. Something about a convention or something? I don’t know. But the word came in their conversation as I walked by them. I didn’t think much of it but I wish I had now.

“Oh,” is all I said.

“This is your house?” Silver Spoon asked as she looked around.

“Uh, yeah. Apartment. Like a house but smaller," I said.

She looked displeased and slightly reminded me of the specific kind of snobbish girls in my high school that I hated. God I hope she's nothing like that.

“You said you were from...um, ponyville?" I asked. She looked at me a nodded. She then jumped off my bed and onto the wooden floor. How small she looked, not any bigger than a small dog.

“Yeah. Can you show me which way? I need to get back. It shouldn’t be that far from wherever this place is," she said.

Again, I was lost. Ponyville? Sounds like something from a cartoon. How should I know where that is? Usually I would Google it but my computer isn’t set up yet. Of course I could use my phone but what fun would that be? Screw it, I was using it. I tapped my phone and began to search the word in Google. I waited for my phone to load and watched as Silver spoon began to walk into another room.

“Uh...Silver Spoon. Where are you going?” I asked as I followed her.

She walked into the living room and looked around. Again with that snobbish displeased face. I didn’t like it and knew she wasn’t satisfied with my home. I sighed a bit annoyed and looked back at my phone.

Still loading. Jeez, now I remember why I don’t use the internet on my phone. It's too damn slow! My attention turned when I saw Silver Spoon accidentally knock over a couple boxes. She looked at me and shook her head.

“Sorry,” she said in a cute voice. She smiled back nervously and I could only sigh.

Animal control is something anyone else would call. Lucky for her, I’m against it.

I looked back at my phone and saw it was still loading. I saw Silver Spoon was a bit bored and followed me as I sat on the sofa. She jumped up and sat, with her hooves tucked under her. Strange but cute. Distantly she kept herself from me, of course.

“So are you gonna help me get to Ponyville or not?” She asked. Not so snobbish but I heard something in her voice that I didn’t like. However she was too cute to let her anger me.

“Just hold on a minute,” I said. I looked back at my phone, expecting to see it still loading but instead I saw the results come up. I read what came up and couldn’t believe it.

This is a joke right?

I looked back at Silver Spoon and then at my phone.

“D-does Ponyville-” I said, my voice trailed off a bit but I cleared my throat and proceeded to asking my question. “Does ponyville have a farm called Sweet Apple Acres?” I asked as I read it from my phone.

“Yeah! You've heard of it?” She asked with a smile.

“No,” I answered quickly.

Oh my God. She's a cartoon?!?!?!

Chapter 4 Apples For Breakfast

Chapter 4 Apples For Breakfast

I woke up and felt a small ache in my neck. Guess that’s what happens when you fall asleep sitting on a lumpy sofa. I tried to move to adjust myself and that’s when I felt the small creature next to me. I froze and looked down to see Silver Spoon snuggled up to me in a blanket.

“It wasn’t just some crazy dream?” I told myself.

Although I knew it was completely real, I still wished it was just a dream I could shrug off. I sighed and saw the rip on my sleeve from the dog bite the night before. I grumbled after seeing it was my favorite hoodie. Oh well. I was just lucky the bite marks didn’t actually wound me. The worse that could happen is that I won’t wear it until I get the rip fixed or something. I looked down and just waited for the small pony to wake up. Her adorable hair was still a mess and I then remembered her glasses. They were in my pocket. I took them out and saw the glass was cracked. I set them aside and waited patiently.

I could only imagine what the poor thing went through out there. I was so stupid to let her go alone like that! What if those dogs would have gotten to her before I did? What if someone else found her and wasn’t as kind? I shook my head and refused to think about anymore possibilities. I was just glad she’s okay now. I could only take care of her for now. I thought back to the moment I saw the fear on her face when she saw me come to her rescue. What things she must have experienced and in the blistering cold too. My mind finally settled when she began to move. I saw her simply snuggle closer to me like a pillow and didn’t even bother to open her eyes. I couldn’t help but smile. She reminded me of my old pet cat. That was the first pet anything that I really showed any love for. I’m not really good at showing affection towards animals. That’s why after my cat died, I refused to get another pet. I didn’t want to go through that again. However, Silver Spoon was a sudden change in my plans and choices. I saw the look on her face and could tell that she probably thought she was back at her home, sleeping in her bed. Ponyville. A cartoon. How can this even be real? I was so desperate to find out the answers but seeing Silver Spoon made it hard for me to leave her alone. How am I gonna pull this off? I can barely feed and take care of myself.

After about an hour of thinking, Silver Spoon woke up. Slowly her eyes opened. She rubbed her eyes the best she could with her hooves and blinked repeatedly. She needed her glasses. After a short moment, her eyes were able to adjust to see as clear as they could. She looked up at me and felt a little disappointed that what had happened wasn’t a terrible nightmare. I was a bit lost for words and felt a bit uncomfortable. The urge to chew my bubblegum was coming back to me.

“Good morning,” I said softly. I cleared my voice to speak more clearly. She rubbed her eyes again and looked around.

“Where are my glasses?” She asked innocently.

“Well they kind of…broke,” I said as I showed them to her. She was obviously sad when she saw her only pair of glasses were cracked.

“But,” I began to say. She looked up at me curiously. “I can get them fixed for you,” I said.

What was I saying? I don’t have the money for this?

She smiled slightly and it warmed my heart a bit. Great. Now she’s got me lying. Anything to keep her from being upset I guess.

“Um. Are you hungry?” I asked. She nodded. What do horses even eat? Hay? Apples? I wasn’t an expert, I didn’t know these things.

“What do you like to eat for breakfast?” I asked. Hopefully she would say something simple.

I sat up a bit and felt my back relieve itself from any pain after sitting properly. She sat on my lap and just stared at me, thinking.

“Hmm, well,” she said. I looked at her strangely.

Was this the same pony from the day before? She looks the same, but she sounds different. The snooty tone in her voice was gone and all that was left was this cute and adorable and sweet pony. She wasn’t a bratty snob like before. Is this how she really is? Is that other act just some cover up? If so, why? I raised my hand and brushed back some loose hair that dangled over her face. She looked at me and I knew that she was still conflicted about her feelings for me. I couldn’t blame her. I’m so different than what she’s used to. I guess showing her kindness is the only thing I could do. I told her honestly that I didn’t have much in my kitchen other than cereal and milk for breakfast. Also some fruit. She was happy with just an apple or two. I walked into the kitchen and she followed me. I walked behind the counter and over to the refrigerator, forgetting that she was too little to sit on the stools that sat behind the large table counter. I realized this and walked over to pick her up. She let me place her on the counter and watched me as I looked through the cabinets for a small plate for her and a bowl for me. I wanted to serve her breakfast first. So I grabbed a big cherry red apple and cut them into independent slices. Just like my mother used to do for me when I was younger. I placed the plate in front of her and she smiled to see the juicy apples already cut for her.

She shot me a very cheery smile, as if she was saying thank you before she began to eat. I served myself cereal in a bowl and ate along side her. I sat on the opposite side of the counter from her and watched her eat as she watched me. Slowly a conversation began and of course it was about her home. I couldn’t tell her that her home in my world is fictional. So I simply stretched the truth by saying that I didn’t know where it was. She was young and gullible, so she believed me. I just wondered though, how long would I keep her? How’s this gonna work out for me? So to avoid how she was going to get back, we talked about what it was like there. God, she spent hours about her home. The ponies, her best friend, how her family is one of the richest families in Ponyville. I took the opportunity to brush her hair and braid it back to normal as she continued to talk on.

She told me so much! It was all so much to take in! I was actually growing more and more interested by the minute. By the time I finished doing her hair, she had told me basically all of her life. She really had grown more comfortable with me and I had to admit, I kind of liked having her around. We basically spent a whole day together in my apartment. I even almost forgot about the world outside my apartment walls. Of course, she didn’t ask me much of my life. But then again, it was okay. I didn’t want to talk about my boring life anyway. Hers was so much more interesting.

“And that’s when Ms. Cherilee told me that I had to prettiest picture in the class! I was so happy because I thought I wasn’t good at art!” She told me.

The whole day I had a smile on my face. I just couldn’t frown, the way Silver Spoon told her stories and acted when she explained her home to me. It just caused me to smile and inside I felt this happiness that I hadn’t felt in years. The same happiness I would feel when I was younger, when I was a kid. It was then that Silver Spoon’s excitement began to fade away. She started to cry. I stood up from my chair and walked over to my bed that she stood on. She turned around and rubbed her eyes.

“Silver Spoon?” I asked as I sat beside her.

I’m not going to ask her why she was crying, it was obvious why. She missed her home. Her family and friends, her old life. I placed my hand on her to comfort her and she ran to my arms. Snuggling and holding onto me tightly as she cried. I was a bit surprised too to see her clutch onto me so suddenly. It was then that I realized that I hadn’t changed out of my hoodie or clothes. I was too busy spending the day with Silver Spoon that it hadn’t occurred to me. I saw she was scared and wanted comfort. Seeing her cry was a bit heartbreaking. So I hugged her and leaned against the wall as I sat on my bed with her. I gotta find a way to get her back home. I just have to…but how?

Chapter 5 Cartoon Watching Cartoons

She fell asleep on my bed and I took the time to change and take a shower. After that I walked out in some new clothes and saw that she was still sleeping. I tiptoed out of my room as quietly as I could. I closed the door but didn’t shut it completely, just in case she needed to call me or something. I walked to the living room and placed my hand over my face.

“Ugh!” I groaned.

What am I supposed to do?

I hadn’t been so confused in my entire life. I took in a deep breath before walking over to my cell phone. I also took some bubblegum to chew on, to relieve my tension. I looked through my contacts and wondered who to call…should I even tell anyone about this? That’s when I heard a knock at the door. I put down my cell phone and rushed over to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw it was a man in a hat and matching uniform. I opened the door.

“Uh, can I help you?” I asked. He looked at me strangely.

“You called to come fix up your internet, cable and telephone,” he replied. “Do I have the wrong address?” He said. He looked around and I quickly stopped him from walking away.

“Oh! Right, come on in. I kind of forgot you were coming,” I said.

He walked in and I shut the door. More like forgot you were coming at all. I called these guys days ago and they barely showed up now? Well, better late than never. I looked at my room door and gulped. Hopefully this guy will work fast and quietly so he doesn’t wake Silver Spoon up. He dropped his bag and looked around at my living room. I flinched at the loud sound his bag made, crashing against my wooden floor. I began getting frustrated with how long he was taking, just staring around my apartment and scratching his stomach.

“Could you please just start?” I asked a bit rudely.

He glanced at me before beginning his work. I watched as the time went by. An hour already had passed and the man was almost done. His noisy working was frustrating me though.

A bang here and a thump there. I seriously was ready to snap at the man to be quieter but he was already almost done. So I just patiently waited for him to finish. I checked in on Silver Spoon and saw she was sleeping calmly. Poor thing. All the stress of being in another world, away from the comforts of her home…she’s probably emotionally exhausted. I walked in to grab her glasses off of my dresser and snuck back out of the room.

“Well, that should just about wrap it up,” the man said. I saw that my computer and TV was set and was glad he was finally finished.

“The phone connections in this building isn’t very reliable so I’d say to wait about a day or two before using it. Other than that, you’re about set,” he said. He walked to the door and gave me his card and told me to call in case anything went wrong.

“Thanks. Hey, do you know if there are any places I can go to that could repair some broken glasses?” I asked him. He nodded.

“Yeah. A place down the street from here. My son goes there to get his glasses fixed. Here,” he said.

He wrote on a scrap of paper from his clipboard and handed it to me. I looked and saw he gave me the address, number and name of the place.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Sure thing, Miss,” he said before leaving.

I closed the door and locked it. I read the paper and took out my cell phone to dial the number.

Two hours later, I walked back into my apartment to find some boxes knocked over. I wondered then if Silver Spoon was awake. I locked the door and set down the bag that contained her fixed glasses.

“Silver Spoon?” I called. I walked over to my room and saw she wasn’t in there. I was just about to walk back out when I heard a small sob. I turned around but didn’t see her anywhere. “Silver Spoon?” I repeated. I listened again for the weak breathing and heard it was coming from under my bed. I knelt down and saw Silver Spoon tucked under my bed. Scooted back as far as she possibly could. Shaking like crazy.

“Silver Spoon? What are you doing under there?” I asked. She quickly got out from under my bed and ran into my arms.

“Where were you?! I woke up and you were gone! I thought you left me alone!” She cried.

Her large purple eyes stared at me. Purple…my favorite color. I patted her head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be a problem. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone,” I said. The sound of her nose sniffling as she tried not to cry anymore was very familiar. I smiled to see her act like the little child she was.

“Next time, you can come with me. Okay?” I said. She smiled and nodded slowly.

What am I doing? She can’t be seen out in public…I can’t get her used to living with me.

She has to go home. I keep telling myself this but the more I see her heartwarming smile, the harder it was to let her go.

“Hey! Wanna see what I got for you?” I said in an enthusiastic tone. She smiled widely and nodded.

I carried her to the living room and sat her down on the sofa. I brought her the bag and she looked at it strangely.

“You got me a bag?” She asked as she eyed the bag strangely. I laughed.

“No,” I said. I looked through the bag and brought out her glasses. She smiled widely at the sight of them.

I grinned at her cheery excited smile and placed them over her eyes. She adjusted them and jumped off the sofa and ran over to my room. Seeing how I have a long mirror that rested on the ground and leaned against the wall. She looked at her reflection and couldn’t stop smiling.

“Oh thank you! Thank you so much! I can see so much more better now!” She said in a cheery tone.

I walked in and stared at her as she continued to look at her reflection. She noticed me and turned around to look up at me.

“I look okay, right? I don’t look dorky or different?” She asked. I was a bit surprised to hear her ask such a self-conscious question. I knelt down to be eye level with her and smiled.

“You look great,” I tell her.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“Why do you care so much about what other people think?” I asked her. She looked at me and shook her head slowly.

“I don’t know. Usually if someone does something… I just follow in on it,” she said sadly. Someone, she said someone. My vocabulary’s rubbing off on her. I smiled.

“It’s okay to have your own opinions and thoughts,” I told her.

“I don’t know. I have one friend back home. She's pretty mean though,” she said.

“And you followed everything she did,” I said, as if I had already knew. I saw too much of that in high school and was glad to have left it there. Silver Spoon nodded slowly.

“Well you shouldn’t be afraid to make your own choices. If she really was your friend then she would respect it. And if you don’t like her being so mean then tell her to knock it off. You don't have to laugh along with it. Not always at least,” I said with a shrug. She smiled and gave me another hug.

“Thank you,” she said. I hugged her back and watched as she jumped out of my arms shortly after. She ran back to look back at her reflection in the mirror.

“Wow. I’m so happy that they’re fixed. I look like myself again!” She said cheerfully.

I was glad to see her so excited. Seeing her smile was a change for the better. I walked over to my TV and had an urge to turn it on. I thought about it but figured Silver Spoon might want something to watch for a while. So I turned it on and the first thing I saw was a cartoon I used to watch when I was a kid. A cartoon about some talking dogs that are always getting into crazy situations. I smiled to see that it was playing again, reruns of course. I saw Silver Spoon walk into the living room and I noticed the show caught her eye. It wasn’t long until she was watching and laughing along with it. I smiled warmly to myself. It was like looking at myself when I was younger. I used to act just like her when I would watch the show. I used the opportunity to go onto my new computer. I saw she was totally captured by the show that I she didn’t see me search her home again on Google.

I spent hours reading up on it. Lucky for me, they were showing that cartoon all day. Some sort of marathon or something. How ironic, a cartoon watching cartoons. So after almost an hour and a half of researching, I realized that the cartoon that Silver Spoon is from…actually has a very popular fan base. So many drawings and fan stories. There’s even fan made music! Wow! I was blown away. I didn’t dare watch one of the episodes online. It was too much of a risk of Silver Spoon catching me. I looked over to my right and saw Silver Spoon laughing at the cartoon. I reached a site that had all the characters to the show and scrolled through it until I could find Silver Spoon. I clicked it and there she was. Her bio and picture. I looked back at her and the screen constantly. It was her alright. But how!? Pictures of her and quotes from the show. By what I’m reading, she isn’t a very nice pony. Not that popular in the show either, not like the others at least. I did a little more research and found something called Bronycon. Some sort of convention where all the fans get together here in New York.

“Hmm.”

I then heard a knock at my door. Silver Spoon snapped back to reality and looked at the door before looking at me. I minimized the windows on my computer and ran to the door.

“Open up, Jayme!” I heard a tough voice say. Oh God. I know who’s voice that is. My brother, and if I’m sure, my other brother is here too. I looked at Silver Spoon and she shot me a worried look. I looked out the peephole and saw I was right. Both my older brothers were outside my door.

“Come on and open the door, Jayme,” they said. I picked Silver Spoon up and ran to my room.

“Who is that?” She asked.

“Shh. It’s my brothers.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, now look. I want you to stay in here. I don’t want them to see you,” I said in a whisper. She nodded.

I smiled and kissed her forehead before standing up. It’s then that I realized what I did when I walked towards the door. Did I just kiss her forehead? Why? I used to do that to my old pet but…she isn’t a pet. I shook off the thought and opened my room door.

“Go ahead and do whatever you want but stay quiet, okay?” I tell her. She nods.

“Wait,” she tells me. I stop halfway out the door. “Can I finish watching that show?” She asked. The most innocent tone I’ve ever heard. I walk over to my small TV in my room and set it to the same channel she was watching. The show was still playing and she seemed happy to see it back on. I kept the volume low and left the room.

I closed the door and ran to answer the door my brothers were waiting behind. I checked myself in the mirror before opening it.

“Jayme!” My oldest brother cheered before hugging me tightly. The body builder lifted me up off the ground and laughed.

“Put me down!” I ordered. He puts me down and I rub my sides.

“Sorry, Jayme. I forget you’re not a little girl anymore,” he tells me.

“Yeah. She’s all grown up now. Got her own apartment and everything,” my other brother says. Not as strong and well built as my older brother but still fit.

“Yeah well, you’ll always be little to us. You still chew and blow bubbles with your pink gum. Just like when you were a little squirt,” my brother teased. I smiled and punched his stiff arm.

“Knock it off,” I laugh. I shut the door and look over to see one of my brothers walk towards my room.

“Uh…what are you doing?” I asked a bit nervously.

“This your room? What’s in there? What took you so long to open the door?” He asked.

“That’s my room and I don’t want you going in,” I say as I walk over to my brother.

“Why? You hiding something?” He laughed before running to my bedroom door. My eyes widened as he opened it.

“No!” I shout as I ran after him.

Chapter 6 BroNY-Con

You know that feeling when you’re caught in a lie? You know, the one that instantly makes your palms sweaty? Yeah. That’s the one I was experiencing. As my idiot brother opened the door to my room I jumped in after him.

“No! Don’t!” I repeat, in the same alerted tone as before. I look around in my room to see my brother laughing.

“Ha! Is that one old cartoon you used to love watching when you were little? You were watching it?” He asked. I was so desperate to find where Silver Spoon was that I didn’t even care to listen to my brother’s taunting.

“Huh?” I ask.

“That’s why you took forever to answer the door. You love this show and you were embarrassed we’d find out and tease you about it,” my other brother said. He stayed at the entrance of my bedroom and smiled. I smiled followed with a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, that’s it. You caught me,” I lied. As my brothers laughed and exited my room, I looked around for Silver Spoon. My eyes landed to the ground and I smiled to see Silver Spoon’s tail sticking out from under my bed. I let out a small chuckle after she poked her head out and gave me a smile.

“Good save,” I tell her. She just beams with a cute grin and I almost forget that my brothers are in the other room.

“I’ll shoo these guys off soon, don’t worry. Just enjoy the show,” I whisper. She gets out from under the bed and jumps back on top. I close the door behind me and walk back over to the living room. I do my best to rush my brothers’ visit and lucky for me they didn’t plan to stay long. What an exhausting day.

By the end of it, I find myself sitting on my bed watching the show with Silver Spoon. Well…not watching. More like staring at the TV and thinking about something completely different. Just like school. Well for me at least. I felt like I had such a knot in my stomach with the thoughts that were floating through my mind. Usually I try not to let things bother me too much but this situation just had me constantly thinking. How am I gonna help her? How are you supposed to help a cartoon? Ugh! I can just scream. But I look down at her and see the sweetest most adorable thing I ever came in contact with. A little pony, not a pet but…a friend. Silver Spoon laughed at something that happened in the show. I patted her head and she snuggled closer to me. She probably is really missing her mother and friends and home…man I really have to figure out what to do. I know for sure that she seeks my comfort to cover up her real feelings. She’s probably more desperate than I am to get her home. But some part of me wants to keep her. Does that make me selfish? I looked down and saw the show had already ended a while ago and Silver Spoon had fallen asleep.

“Bronycon,” the words escaped my lips like they were shoved out from my brain. That convention center takes place here in New York. Where better to get information than from a place filled with the people that are experts in the show? I guess I’ll have to hurry to look into it…seeing how tomorrow was the day this convention was taking place.

“What do you mean I need a ticket!?” I shouted. Here I stood in this stupid enormous line. Filled with a bunch of people, mostly guys. I was tired and spent the hours talking to my bag. Well, to the pony inside the pink bag around my shoulder. I had the bag unzipped but Silver Spoon had to stay low so nobody could see her. None of the people around me noticed. They were all busy talking, laughing…singing. Some were even dressed up in costumes. Wow. Some real dedication here. I usually wouldn’t be caught dead at these things but I desperately need to know about this show. Ugh. I feel like a dog chasing it’s tail. Pointless.

“I’m sorry, Miss but you can’t come in without a pass. We’ve been sold out for months,” the guy at the door tells me.

“You gotta be kidding me,” I mutter as I walk away from the entrance.

“What happened?” Silver Spoon asked.

“They won’t let me in,” I say to the air.

Obviously I was talking to Silver Spoon but to the people around me I looked like a lunatic. It looked like I was basically talking to myself.

“How are you gonna get in?” Silver Spoon asked me.

Her question reminded me why I came in the first place. I can’t go home now. I gotta get in. And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do…just not through the front door. After probably fifteen minutes of sneaking around and constantly ducking and tiptoeing, I finally made it in. How can I be arrested for sneaking into a convention about ponies? Surely I won’t though. As long as I keep quiet and out of sight. I really am only here to observe anyway.

“Wow,” was all I could say. Just wow. So many people…fans. For a show like My Little Pony? I used to watch that show when I was little and hated it because it was so dull and girly. Silver Spoon looked nothing like the ponies I remembered from my childhood so I guess things have changed. She poked her head out of the bag and looked around.

“Hey! That girl’s dressed as Apple Bloom’s sister!” Silver Spoon said loudly. Excitement in her voice. I pushed her head back into the bag out of panic and looked around to see some people looking at me strangely.

“Um,” I mumbled.

“Hi, welcome to Bronycon,” one guy told me. He held out his fist and waited.

“Uh.” I had no clue what he was doing.

“It’s a brohoof. You know, knuckles,” he said. He was rather cute so I tapped my knuckle against his and he smiled.

“Welcome to the herd. You’ll catch on fast,” he said before walking off.

“Where am I?” I said. Silver Spoon nibbled on my hand and I quickly removed it from the bag. She looked at me angrily and I simply shrugged.

“Sorry but I can’t have anyone seeing you. Especially not here,” I told her in a hush tone.

“Oh sure, just let me know before you shove me back in the bag!” She whispered back.

“What’s up, everypony?” A guy said with the microphone. Everyone cheered and their attention went to the front of the room. A long table with small microphones and chairs sat in front of a projector screen. I noticed a large camera on a stand was set, recording everything that was going on.

“And hello to everyone who couldn’t be here but are watching us live through the live stream,” the guy said as he gave a wink and a smile to the camera.

“The internet? Wow this place really thought of everything,” I said to myself.

Silver Spoon silently poked her head out of the bag and looked around. I hadn’t noticed until I glanced over to see her staring at her surroundings. She looked up at me and quickly dove back into the bag once I shot her a specific look that I know she understood.

Pony or not, you can catch on to whatever was on my mind.

“We’re so glad that you all could make it! Are you ready to watch the new episode?” The guy shouted.

The crowd roared and pierced my ears. I winced at how loud the grown men could shout. A picture of the ponies from the show showed up on the projector screen. I guess they were testing the projector to make sure it was working. Colorful ponies with large eyes, the same ones that popped up from when I did my research on Silver Spoon and her home.

Silver Spoon once again poked her little head out. Just barely enough to see through the zipper line of my bag. Her tiny nose was as visible as her big curious eyes and equally large glasses looked around. I begin to walk and get a bit closer to the crowd. Most of them sat in chairs and in the center was a large table that led to the stage.

“I wonder who’s in charge around here?” I say to myself.

A picture of Silver Spoon and some other equally small and adorable ponies showed on the projector as the slideshow continued. She popped her head all the way up and gasped. My attention shifts when I see her jump out of my bag and onto the small table that centered around all the…bronies? Or that’s what I think they call themselves. I lunged forward to tried and catch Silver Spoon but only managed to attract more attention to ourselves. Silver Spoon lands on the table, her hooves clacking loudly against the white wood. Everyone looked to see Silver Spoon staring at the picture of her and her friends from her home.

“How did they get that picture? I don’t even remember anypony taking it,” Silver Spoon said quietly. So silent that only she could hear herself.

I heard a small gasp make its way through the crowd and a large amount of awkward silence just rushed through the room. I quickly picked Silver Spoon up and cradled her in my arms. She looked around with her eyes and snuggled onto me tightly after seeing all the strange people staring at her. More and more eyes just kept staring at her and she finally buried her face into my sweater to avoid them.

“Hey, that’s a dandy looking plushy you got there,” the guy with the microphone said.

Plushy? Plushy!

“Uh, yeah. Thanks. I uh…like to make them,” I said. That cocky sly liar face of mine had to kick back in. Haven’t used that since high school. This pony is bringing the kid back out of me!

“She looks like the real thing! You really are talented!” The guy said. A few guys in the crowd smiled and nodded before applauding. Soon they all were. Silver Spoon was still hiding her face and I seized the opportunity to talk to her while the crowd clapped and cheered.

“Don’t move or say anything. It’s all gonna be okay. Trust me,” I tell her. She nuzzles me and replies.

“Okay.”

“Can we see it? It’s suppose to be Silver Spoon right?” The guy asked. I looked up at him and looked around.

“Oh, no. Sorry. I’m very particular about my work so I rather not. Better to be safe than sorry, you know,” I say while placing Silver Spoon back into the bag. She stays low as the guy continues to beg for my participation.

“Well, alright then,” he says with a smile as he finally gives up. He asks me my name and the crowd begins to clap and cheer after I announce it.

“Wow, really friendly,” I mumbled. A girl in purple shades and blue wig came up to me and shook my hand. She wore a white dress with a music note on the side.

“Cool stuff,” she said before walking off.

I noticed I was getting a lot of attention and so I rushed out of there. I heard them ready to announce the episode but knowing that Silver Spoon was in the bag…I just couldn’t do that to her. How would she react to learning that she was a cartoon? A fictional creature that somehow ended up in my world. Instead, I walked out and sat in an empty part of the convention center. I sat on some steps and Silver Spoon hopped out of the bag and onto my lap to be face to face with me.

“Did you see? They know about Ponyville! They had pictures of the other ponies! They had a picture of me!” She said. Her excitement reminded me of a little girl who was going to the carnival for the first time. My eyes started watering and I covered my face to hide the fact that I wanted to cry. Silver Spoon looked at me worryingly and moved my hands from my face with her small hooves.

“Hey. What’s wrong?” She asked me. The concern in her eyes and voice made me smile.

“Nothing. I guess I’m not feeling very well. That’s all,” I lie. How can I tell her that she’s not real? It nearly kills me inside that something as innocent and loving as her believes her home exists in my world. What am I supposed to do?! I begin to cry again.

“Hey, listen. I bet you miss you’re family, huh?” She said.

“What?” I ask while lifting my head from my hands.

“You live alone and only have me. It’s okay to miss you’re family. I miss mine but I know you’ll help me and until I get back I’ll be here for you,” she told me. Right in front of me were those big purple eyes accompanied by a warm smile. I hugged her and couldn’t stop sobbing.

“It’s okay,” she told me in a comforting tone.

If she only knew why I was really crying. How am I supposed to tell her that I have no idea how to get her back home? The idea of me breaking her heart was too hard to bare. And after hearing her tell me that? God get me out of here and take me back home. I hugged her and she moved back to look back into my eyes. She took her hooves and rubbed my cheeks dry.

“My mommy used to do that to me whenever I would cry,” she said.

I kissed her forehead and smiled.

“That’s what my mommy would do for me,” I told her. I stroked her hair and she smiled at me with her innocence gleaming through.

Guess she’s not so bad after all. According to the show, she’s not the nicest…kind of a bully too. But it’s like I’m sitting with a totally different character. I felt warm and comfort right there with that small pony. I hadn’t felt like that…since I was five years old. It was as if she was reminding me of all the good things in my life. She was kinda right though. I’ve been alone since I moved out here. Now that she’s with me, I feel like I don’t need to seek love from anyone like I did whenever I was lonely.

“Thanks, Silver Spoon. Hey, do you wanna see something cool?” I asked her.

“Yeah!” She perked up and grinned ear to ear.

“Come on. Let’s get out of this dump,” I said. She laughed and jumped back in the bag.

I walked through the convention center and slipped my way through the back. But not before grabbing a key chain from one of the tables that wasn’t being supervised. Try to consider it borrowing and not stealing. The one I had grabbed had Silver Spoon and four other little ponies. One pony had a big pink bow, another one was a white unicorn, the other was orange with little wings, and the last one was pink with a tiara. They were cute but I grabbed it only because I saw Silver Spoon in the little picture. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a small picture cut out and slipped into a small glass circle connected to a clip on chain. I slipped it into my pocket and ran out through the back.

Everyone was busy watching the show on the big projector in the other room so nobody saw me sneak out. I finally felt that I could breath once I was outside. I stepped onto the sidewalk and began walking, that’s when I saw the sun was setting. I let Silver Spoon out of the bag and had her walk next to me.

Nothing too dangerous about that. She looks like a dog from far away. If anyone would get too close then I would just scoop her up into my arms. Eventually we both got tired of having to do this so I flagged down a taxi. As I sit in the taxi I realize something. I’m running low on money and that fact reminded me that I need to find a job. I’m running low fast on what I had saved up to come out here with. I shook my head and tried to put aside that thought for another day. There I go procrastinating again.

Silver Spoon sat in the bag and I told the driver where I wanted to go. After awhile of driving we reached it. The driver stopped and turned around to face me.

“Here you go. The park.”

Chapter 7 Sweater

Chapter 7 Sweater

I wake up to that word. That same damn word that's been repeating in my head for hours now. 'Bills'. Even if I try to pretend that I’m too deep asleep to think straight, I'm only fooling myself. I’m wide awake but my eyes are still closed. The memory of last night in the park was great. It was like playing with a little kid. I never had a little sister but always dreamed of having one. Silver Spoon seemed like a small child filled with innocence and love. Sure, she was a real pain in the beginning but I’m starting to realize that it was only an act to cover up her fear. She’s just a kid. Or baby pony, horse, cartoon.

Ah whatever. She’s still more to me now than just a fictional character. I finally open my eyes and see the blank ceiling of my room. I turn my head to the door and see it was wide open. I sit up after hearing the sound of a box fall to the ground. I kick off the blankets and run to the living room. Not the best idea. I stumble to the side before leaning against the wall to catch myself. I grab my head and wait for the small dizziness to go away.

“Ugh,” I grumble. I hear a ruffle go on in front of me and I remove my hand to see the cause of the commotion.

I laughed softly after seeing my sweater on the ground. The same one I wore the day I found her. The ripped sleeve was still visible and I could see that a certain pony was stuck underneath. I watched as Silver Spoon struggled to find her way out from under my hooded sweater. Her head poked from underneath and she looked up at me and smiled.

“Good morning!” She said. I couldn’t help but laugh and grin. I knelt down and took the hoodie off of her. She shook herself and fixed her glasses.

“What were you doing under there?” I asked, still knelt down to her level.

“I wanted to look at the tears in the sleeve. I wanted to see if I could fix it for you,” she told me. I brushed her hair back and poked her little nose. She giggled and I picked her up into my arms as I stood up.

“Silly pony,” I mumbled.

“Silly person,” she replied. I laughed. She’s a fast learner.

I look at her mane and see a couple of twigs were still stuck in it from our visit to the park the night before. We got back pretty late. I guess that explains why I had slept in until noon. I usually sleep in until ten or eleven. I haven’t slept in this late since I was in awhile.

“You’re lazy. You know that?” She told me as I plucked the twigs from her hair.

“Oh? I’m lazy?” I laugh. “When did you get up?”

“I don’t know but a lot earlier than you did, that’s for sure. I’m starving!” she told me.

I felt a bit guilty after hearing that. I mean, I was fast asleep while she sat around my apartment by herself and probably bored. It’s a good thing she didn’t turn on the TV. I wouldn’t want her watching any show I wouldn’t approve of. Especially her own.

I walk over to the kitchen and set her down on the countertops. She sits and watches me look through the cabinets and fridge. I pull out a big red apple and see Silver Spoon lick her lips. I smile and walk over to cut the apple into slices. She hasn’t told me but I could tell that she favors it. It makes it a lot easier for her to eat the apple sliced then whole. I watch her eat the apples with a grin on her face. I couldn’t help but lean against the sink and space off. Bills, money, I need to get a job soon. That’s all that roamed my mind. I sigh and brush my hand through my hair. Silver Spoon looks up from her breakfast and realizes my change in attitude. Her mouth still full as she chews with her mouth closed. She swallowed her food and pushed the small plastic plate over to me. I look up and snap back to reality. There sat one last slice of her apple. I looked back at her and then back at the apple.

Why is that these little acts of kindness affect me so much? Maybe because the real world isn’t like hers. I picked it up and smiled at her. Her little gesture meant so much more to me than she could imagine. I ate it in one bite and jumped back when Silver Spoon hoped over to me. She stood on the countertop and stared at my arm. I hadn’t noticed that the bite marks left a small scratch and were taking forever to go away. She continued to stare at my arm and it wasn’t long until I began to hear small sobs.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her. She sits on the counter and takes her glasses off before rubbing her eyes with her small hooves.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her tiny voice cracked and I noticed that she couldn’t look up at me.

“For what?” I ask, not realizing I sounded a bit annoyed. I never liked seeing little kids cry, especially around me. Despite my rude tone, I was still very concerned about why Silver Spoon was crying.

“I’m the reason you got hurt. Look at your arm,” she said. It’s always difficult to talk when you’re crying. I could tell she was struggling. I rubbed her eyes dry and lifted her head up to face me.

“Look, pony. I did what I did because I wanted to. You shouldn’t be sorry for what a bunch of slobbery mutts did,” I told her. She chuckled and stopped crying after returning the warm smile. “Got it, Silver?” Her lip quivered and she jumped into my arms. Bawling as I catch her and hold her. I wasn’t expecting that response. It’s like I made things worse. Her glasses sit on the counter as I get a better hold on her. I was kind of afraid to ask why she was crying. But another part of me was dying to know.

“Silver Spoon?” I say.

She stops crying and just buries herself in my arms. It was obvious she was seeking my affection.

“My mom calls me, Silver,” she said in a very soft tone.

I felt a stab in my heart after hearing that. Her mom? Her family, her friends and loved ones. What am I doing? She thinks I’m trying to figure out how to get her home. She thinks that she is going back home. I don’t even know how it’ll happen. That’s to say it will happen. I’m still trying to figure out how she ended up here in the first place. I look at her hair and braid and realize that it hasn’t been brushed in awhile. I take her glasses and walk over to the sofa by the TV. I sit her down and walk over to the bathroom to grab a brush. The same brush I used on her hair before. I guess she can adopt it for now. I walk back and see she’s still sobbing. There’s that look that just needs a hug to cure it. I sit on the sofa and she jumps onto my lap and leans against me. I held her and waited until she settled down. After awhile she seemed to have calmed down and finally asked what the brush was for.

“Well, silly. You’re hair is a mess. I’m gonna brush it and re-braid it for you,” I said to her with a comforting smile. She slowly returned the smile and sat down to let me do her hair.

Her back was to me as I began unbraiding her hair and finally brushing it. She really is a cute little thing. Way more adorable than those ponies I grew up watching in the past. She closed her eyes and let me brush her hair and soon we struck up a conversation. Time passed pretty quick once we started talking.

“So you have to draw with the pencil in you mouth?” I asked in surprise.

“Well yeah. How else can I hold it?” She laughed at my disbelief. I finished brushing her hair and she turned around to look at me. I sighed after seeing she wasn’t gonna let me braid it.

“I bet I could draw a better picture than you! Wanna try?” She asked me excitedly. I chuckle at her excitement but shook my head.

“No thanks. I don’t think I can draw with a pencil in my mouth,” I tell her.

“Baby! You’re just scared I’ll win!” She laughed. I was happy to see she’d forgotten about her sad moment awhile ago. “Whatever, you have no idea what it’s like for some ponies to change a diaper. If you think writing is bad, you’ve got no clue how bad that is,” she tells me. I bust up laughing.

Just the thought and the faces she made was hilarious. I guess my laugh was contagious since she joined in.

I got a good look at her and saw she looked a bit older and different without her glasses and her mane down.

“How about this. You let me draw you?” I ask. She sits and cocks her head like a confused puppy.

“Draw me? Why would you want to draw me?” She asked.

“You’re kidding right?” I snicker. She just blinked at me, obviously lost. “Just trust me. Ok?” I say before poking her nose. She laughs and pushes my hand away.

“Ok.”

She sits on the small coffee table and waits as I go to grab a pencil and blank piece of paper. I use a book as a flat surface and begin sketching. It isn’t long until I already start getting the basics down.

Repeatedly I look up from my sketch and look back at her. She sits there smiling and looking adorable without even trying. I smile and look back to the drawing. She seemed very patient and settle. Usually little kids aren’t satisfied with being in one place for too long, she was different though. A quick hour passed and soon I was done.

“Can I look now?” She asked, eager to jump out of place. I nod and she shrieks with excitement before running over to me. She jumps on the sofa and looks at the sketch.

“Wow! That looks just like me! The only difference is that my mane is down and I don’t have on my glasses,” she said.

“Yeah, that’s because a certain pony wouldn’t let me braid it,” I snicker.

“Hmm. I would hate to be that pony,” she replied, rolling her eyes. I laugh as shoots me a grin.

These past days with Silver Spoon have defiantly made an impact on me. A positive change. I don’t even care if she’s considered fictional. She’s…my friend.

I take the paper and put it on the fridge. Silver Spoon looked to see it was being held up by a flower magnet. She smiled and then looked up to me. Her smile was contagious. I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling since she’s been around. It’s been a long time since someone else brought me joy…but warmth too? She runs off to the living room and I follow after her. She holds my sweater between her teeth and drags it across the room.

“Great job. You’ve turned my hoodie into a mop,” I say sarcastically. I sit back on the sofa and watch her jump up to sit next to me. She drops it on my lap and smiles.

“Fix the holes,” she smiled. “I’ll help you.” I look at the bite tears in the sleeve and stick my fingers through it.

“Nah. Let’s leave it that way,” I tell her. It takes her a moment to catch on but soon she smiles.

“Silly, person,” she tells me.

“You gonna let me braid your hair?” I ask her. She thinks for a moment then shakes her head.

“Nah,” she mocks me.

“Oh yeah?” I reply with a laugh.

She runs as I chase after her through my apartment. She knocks over a couple boxes in order to slow me down but I simply hop over them. Her laughter gave her away as she ran and even if she hid, I knew where she was. She runs into my room and hides. I run in and look around. I can hear her giggling under my bead but I still play along.

“Hmm. Where could she be? Gosh, it’s like she vanished!” I say with fake curiosity. Her giggles get louder. “Maybe she’s in the closet. Or maybe she ran back outside the room!” I say. I make fake footsteps and trick her into thinking I left the room. I hide behind the door as she slips out from under my bed.

“Gotch’yah!” I laugh as I jump after her. I roll on the ground and laugh as I fall on my back. It would hurt if I wasn’t laughing so hard. She laughs equally as loud as she stands on top of me.

“You tricked me!” She said between laughs.

“And you fell for it!” I reply, still laughing hard. My stomach started hurting from laughing so much and soon it died down. All that was left were large smiles. She looked down into my eyes and I looked up into hers. Purple big eyes.

“I wish I had purple eyes,” I say. She giggles and nuzzles my nose. She backed up and smiled at my confused expression. I guess it’s normal for her, she is a pony after all. I smile and scratch her head. Something she enjoyed. I scratched behind her ear like I used to do for my cat and saw how she enjoyed it as well.

“You’re pretty cool, Silver Spoon,” I tell her. She opens her eyes and looks at me. She leans closer and pokes my nose.

“You’re still a silly person,” she laughs.

Chapter 8 Rent

Chapter 8 Rent

I open my eyes to the sight of pink. I sit up and see that I had dozed off. I rub my eyes again before clearly seeing that Silver Spoon was using my pink sweater as a big blanket. Despite the ripped sleeve, she seemed pretty warm and comfortable. I rub my neck and stand up.

“Sofa’s uncomfortable,” I mutter under my breath.

I stretch and try to rub my back before looking out the window. I knew I was tired but I didn’t think I would fall asleep during the day. I basically took a nap and I guess Silver Spoon followed. That’s when I remembered, we were watching a movie. The DVD had already ejected itself from the player and the TV was blank. I turned it off and looked at the pony on my sofa. Her hair finally braided and her glasses sat on her tiny nose as she slept. How long have I had her with me now? Days? I don’t even remember how long its been. This whole time being with her has made me forget about my responsibilities. A job to pay my bills and rent, money for food, not to mention food for Silver Spoon. I can’t keep feeding her apples. I’ll run out eventually and I’m sure horses eat more than just apples.

I want to remember that she’s only staying with me temporarily. But then there’s a part of me that feels like she’s my full responsibility now. I don’t know when or how or if she will be going back to her home. I just know that I want to take care of her until she does.

I walk over to my room and pick up the small keychain I got from the convention. I see the picture inside and smile. Based off the descriptions and information she’s given me, I was sorta able to point out who was who. The unicorn, the pony with a bow and then the pony with tiny wings were ponies she went to school with. Then the one wearing the tiara was her best friend. Now that I get a good look at her, she doesn’t seem like she was the nicest one in the group. Then there’s Silver Spoon. Smiling cheerfully in the picture. I was tempted to watch the show she’s from. Then again, there’s that risk of her catching me and finding out that she’s just a cartoon.

My mind was in a knot just like my stomach. I just wanted to have a solution to all my problems. The lecture I would get from my parents was already ringing in my head. There’s no way I would complain to them about what I was going through. They’d just shoot the ‘I told you so’ look. I walked out of the room and make my way back to the living room. I check on Silver Spoon again and see her cuddle under my sweater, as if it was a real blanket. For her it was pretty big so I guess it kinda was. I feel my stomach rumble and so I go to the kitchen to scavenge something together. I go to open the fridge and that’s when I see the picture I sketched of Silver Spoon earlier. I smile and then proceed to making myself something to eat. A salad was all I could put together. I really need to go shopping for more food. I walk out of the kitchen with the small bowl in hand and stop in my tracks after seeing Silver Spoon was awake.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned before looking over to me. It was kinda cute how she yawned just like a little kid. I looked down at the bowl of salad and then up at her. I brought it to her and sat down next to her.

“Here, I made you something to eat,” I lied. She rubbed her right eye again before looking into the bowl. She beamed at the sight of lettuce and took the bowl.

“Thank you!” She smiled. It wasn’t long before she started eating. My stomach growled but not loud enough for her to hear.

There isn’t much left in the kitchen and so I had to serve myself a bowl of cereal. It’s not a gourmet meal but it did the job of settling my hunger. I didn’t mind after seeing how much Silver Spoon enjoyed the meal. That’s when I remembered something important. I set down my bowl of cereal and dash out the living room.

“Oh! Hey, Silver Spoon. I’ll be right back, okay?” I said while entering my room. By the time Silver Spoon lifted her head from the bowl, I was already back out of my room. Her mouth was still full as she watched me stumble through the apartment. I struggled to put on my blue jacket as I ran around.

“Ok? Where are you going?” She asked, her mouth still semi-full.

“Down the hall,” I say before almost tripping over the rug. I catch myself and continue to look for my satchel.

“Where is it?” I mumble under my breath. I finally find my bag hidden under some papers on the table and scavenge through it. “I won’t take long. Don’t worry.” I took out my wallet and took out all the money I had left to my name. The idea scared me but I knew I wasn’t gonna let it show. I smiled to Silver Spoon while walking passed her.

“Kay, hurry back,” she said as she returned the smile. I nodded and walked out the door. I made sure to lock it before walking down the hall. I sped over to my landlord’s door and paid my rent. It was that moment when my throat grew dry. I desperately needed money now. I was set with my rent now but it won’t last forever. How am I going to be able to get a job with Silver Spoon around? I can’t take her to work with me and I certainly can’t leave her alone all day everyday. After letting my mind wonder, I realize I was already walking back in front of my apartment door. I lifted my head and exhaled. I’ll figure something out. I don’t know what or how but I know I’ll have to. If I’m gonna support Silver Spoon… I just have to. I grab the key hidden under the doormat and open the door. I slip it back under the mat and shut the door behind me.

“Alright. Maybe, I was thinking we could watch another movie? I don’t know it’s up to you,” I say as I walk deeper into the apartment. I toss off my jacket and head over to the sofa after not receiving a response.

“Silver Spoon?” I call. No answer. I walk around the sofa and see that she wasn’t there. The bowl was half empty but she wasn’t anywhere around.

“Silver Spoon?” I call again, a slightly bit louder.

I projected my voice in case she couldn’t hear me but I still didn’t get an answer. I walk into my room and look under my bed with a grin. My smile fades away after seeing she wasn’t hiding underneath. I stand up and look around. I check the closet and behind the door…nothing.

“Silver Spoon? Come on, this isn’t funny,” I say, my voice louder than before.

I’m staring to worry now. Where could she be? She couldn’t have left. The door was still locked when I got back. Now I’m back in the living room. By now I’ve already checked every inch of this small apartment and I couldn’t find anything of hers! No glasses, or her necklace, or that small pink band she used to tie her braid…

“Silver Spoon!” I shout.

Nothing.

I was panicking now. Could she have fallen out the window?…No, they’re all shut. What if someone came in and took her from the fire escape and now some lunatic has her? No! No! Out of anything she’s probably napping again somewhere around here. I felt faint by now, my head felt light and so I had to sit on the sofa before loosing my balance. I rest my forehead on the palm of my hand and try to think straight. I rub my face before running it through my hair. I sit back and take deep breaths. A pathetic attempt of trying to calm myself down. I then notice the bowl and sweater next to me. After staring at it for a moment, I reach for the sweater and hug onto it. By now I feel my eyes burn and soon I’m crying. Crying? Me? Crying? A tough girl like me crying over…a fictional cartoon character? I lay down and embrace the pink hoodie tightly. She must have went back home. I didn’t know how she got here and I don’t know how she left. I expected as much but I didn’t expect it so suddenly. Why does it hurt so much? Oh. That feeling. That’s right, I remember that feeling. When I was younger and my cat died I felt pain like this. It’s just, I don’t know. This feeling is different. It hurts more. I can’t handle this kind of pain. I squeezed the sweater tighter but the tears didn’t stop. I refused to let out a cry, I tried my best to keep it bottled up inside. I’m not gonna cry. No. I won’t. The tears will stop eventually.

“Damn it! Why won’t they stop! Stop crying! She wasn’t even real! No! Stop! She’s gone! Stop it!” I ordered myself.

I was my own worst enemy now. I tighten my grip on the sweater and that’s when I feel the tear holes on the sleeve. I snapped. I was bawling now, no longer holding it back. She was…fictional…right?

Chapter 9 You Were My Best Friend

I had fallen asleep on the sofa. My tears dried on my face but I could still feel them there. I was snuggled up to the sweater like it was a pillow and by now my apartment was dark. The only light came from the city lights outside my windows. It wasn’t much though, my apartment was still dark as night. I feel a cold fast breeze hit me and I shiver. I open my eyes and automatically look over to the window. They’re all closed.

“The hell is that wind?” I mutter. I hated rude awakenings and I was already in a bad mood.

I sit up and look around the dark room. Behind me came a light. I turned around and my eyes grew wider after seeing a bright white light that was causing the mysterious wind to blow throughout my apartment. The wind grew stronger before a bright white flash zapped the entire room. It threw me back against the wall and I rolled against the wooden floor. I would be in pain if I wasn’t so curious as to what just happened. I rubbed my eyes after trying to adjust to the change in lighting. By now the lighting was back to the average dark it was before. Everything was the same, except for one thing.

“Silver Spoon?” I ask.

What am I saying? The words slipped out of my mouth from the sudden reaction. I squinted and saw a very tall white horse? A unicorn with wings! Wow! I looked down and saw two other ponies standing next to her. I’ve seen them before. While researching on Silver Spoon’s home, I saw a picture of six ponies. Two out of the six were standing right there! One had a cowboy hat and the other was white with very well kept purple hair. Both of them looked a bit worried to see me, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same. Then four little ponies popped out from behind the tall white unicorn. I know for sure I recognized those four. Silver Spoon’s friends from the keychain.

“That’s her? That’s who you were crying about?” The small pony with the tiara asked.

She had that same snooty tone Silver Spoon had when I first found her. She analyzed me from top to bottom and then turned her head. “Meh.” She shrugged.

Two other ponies walked over to me. I was still on my knees, trying to function if any of this was real. The two ponies were smiling at me as they approached me. One was male and the other was female.

“Are you the one who took care of our dear daughter?” Asked the pony. Her voice slender and highly sophisticated.

“Uhm,” is all I manage to say. The male pony chuckled at my reaction before speaking.

“Silver Spoon stayed here with you, yes?” He asked. I nodded. Still shocked. “Well, we’re her parents,” he finished. Then it clicked. I sat up and cleared my throat.

“Oh. That’s- It’s nice to meet you,” I say. I felt the tears again but I knew it was something I could handle, for now.

“We just want to thank you dearly for looking after her. Heaven knows what could have happened in this strange world. Not to say you are strange, it’s just different from ours,” said Silver Spoon’s mother.

“I’m really, really, really sorry!” Cracked a small voice in the back. I looked over just like the others to see the small unicorn jump up and cry out.

“Now, Sweetie Belle, dear. It’s alright. You already apologized enough before,” said the white unicorn with the purple hair.

“It’s quite alright, Sweetie Belle. We forgive you. It was merely an accident,” said Silver Spoon’s mother.

“Um. Can you tell me how she ended up in my world?” I asked one of the questions I was desperate to know. Silver Spoon’s parents looked to the others and smiled.

“Well,” said Sweetie Belle. She sighed and continued. “Well. It was another day at school. Ms. Cheerliee had just let us out for recess and that’s when we ran into Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara,” Sweetie Belle explained.

“We weren’t exactly the nicest ponies,” said Silver Spoon.

She finally had walked out from the shadows and my heart skipped a beat. Oh I was so desperate to run up to her and hold her. But something was keeping me from taking action. I just sat there on my knees, listening.

“Yeah, sorry,” Diamond Tiara mumbled while kicking her hoof and looking down to the floor.

“I guess they were making me so mad that I-,” Sweetie Belle was about to cry and seeked comfort in the pony next to her.

“Shh, it’s alright,” she told her. Is that her big sister? Rarity, right? I was still trying to keep up with all of this. The small pony with a bow nuzzled the other mare with the cowboy hat. Those two must be their older sisters.

“It’s alright, sugar cube,” said the orange pony in a hushed tone.

The other small pony with small wings felt left out and so she walked over to the two and all three of the small ponies huddled together. Diamond Tiara turned her head and acted as if she didn’t care for any of it. She had a pretty good pokerface.

“I said some pretty mean stuff that I really didn’t mean and am really sorry for it,” Silver Spoon said as she glanced over to the other ponies. Her parents made their way back over to their daughter and stood behind her to give Diamond Tiara some company. “I guess Sweetie Belle is still learning how to use her magic and lost control. That’s when she accidentally zapped me. Next thing I know, I wake up here,” she finished explaining.

Silver Spoon smiled and walked over to me. I felt my eyes burning again. Why was I ready to cry? Was is it because I was happy to see her again? Or was it because I knew that I was gonna loose her again.

“I wasn’t very nice when I first met you,” she said as she began to approach me. “I said a lot of mean things. I was scared but you didn’t hurt me. You saved me, twice. Even though I wasn’t from here, you still treated me like a friend. You showed me the kind of kindness I forgot about. I found it again, thanks to you,” she said.

Now she was standing in front of me. Her head arched up to look at me as I looked down at her. A moment of silence was experienced before finally she ran into my arms. I hugged her tightly and began to cry, lightly of course. I’ve cried hard enough already. Sniffles were heard by both her and me. I peeked over to the others to see her parents were sobbing as well. They all were. Silver Spoon moved back out of the hug to look at me face to face.

“You’re going back, aren’t you?” I asked. Obviously I already knew the answer. She nodded slowly. I saw that she wanted to cry again and I quickly stopped her.

“Now you wouldn’t want a giant like me there. I’d be accidentally stepping on ponies, left and right everywhere I’d go,” I told her. She giggled and smiled at me. Now it was my turn to start crying. She took her hooves and dried my face.

“I’m never gonna forget you,” she told me. I let out a small laugh.

“Me neither,” I said. I gulped and felt the lump in my throat grow bigger.

“Silver Spoon,” I began to say before feeling my voice choke up.

“Mmhmm?”

Tears streamed down her face but she still managed to maintain her smile.

“You-y-you were my best friend,” I told her. I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer.

I just couldn’t handle it anymore. This was a goodbye and I hated to admit that I didn’t want to see her go. But another part of me knew I couldn’t keep her with me. It would be like keeping a wild bird in a cage for my own amusement. She needed to go home.

“And you’ll always be mine,” she said. I hugged her close again after realizing this was probably the last time I’d ever get to see her again.

I pulled back to look at her one more time and she saw I was crying harder than she was. She frowned at my sorrow before smiling warmly. She lifted her hoof and poked my nose.

“Silly person,” she said. I smiled and kissed her forehead. She hugged me and squeezed her hooves around my neck.

“Diamond Tiara, are you crying?” Asked the small orange pegasus.

“Shut up!” Replied the small pony wearing the small tiara.

The tall white winged unicorn approached me and Silver Spoon. Her eyes glistened and it was obvious she’d shed a few tears too. I looked up at her to see her horn glowing. She lowered her head down to mine but before her horn could touch me, Silver Spoon stopped her.

“Wait! Stop! Don’t erase her memory! Please!” She cried.

The tall pony stopped and then looked at me directly. I held onto Silver Spoon as if she was about to be dragged away from me. The tall pony stared at me and then finally smiled.

“You have a very good heart. I can tell. Your acts of kindness towards this one individual pony has brought attention to my eyes. I can’t have her stay here. You understand that, I’m sure?” She said. I nodded.

“Yes, I know,” I said as I glanced at her for a quick second.

“She must go back. However, you can only keep the memories of her if you promise to keep this to yourself as long as you live,” she said. I smiled and nodded.

“I promise,” I said. Silver Spoon looked back at me and smiled. I’m gonna miss that smile. I poked her nose and she giggled.

“Silly pony,” I said. Her smile faded and she nuzzled my cheek. I just rubbed her head softly.

“Shucks, why does it have to be this way?” Asked Applejack.

“I know,” replied Rarity.

The three other ponies huddled together, trying not to cry too much. Diamond Tiara was obviously crying and went to Silver Spoon’s parents for comfort. Silver Spoon looked back at me and I sighed.

“Well, I guess this it for now,” I said.

“I’m gonna miss you,” she told me.

“Duh. Of course you are. I’m gonna miss you too,” I smiled.

She grinned and her little sniffles made me laugh. I looked over to her parents and nodded.

“Okay. Now go over on to your parents,” I whispered to her as I set her down on the floor. She hesitated for a moment before walking back to her parents. The tall pony smiled at me.

“Thank you,” she told me. I gulped and nodded. She was a tall white pony with wings and a horn…wonder if that made her important or something.

She walked back to the others and looked back at me as I stood up. I walked over to the sofa and picked up the sweater. Silver Spoon beamed at the sight of it. I slipped it over my head and put it on over my clothes. Only Silver Spoon understood the context of the sweater. My arm was visible through the holes in the sleeves but I wasn’t about to go and fix it. The tall pony’s horn began to glow and that same wind began again.

Silver Spoon ran out to me and I knelt back down to catch her as she jumped into my arms. One last final goodbye hug. Her embrace was tight and warm. The wind didn’t stop, it only grew even more stronger. I smiled at Silver Spoon and watched as she ran back to her loved ones. She looked back at me and gave me that same warm smile that I loved so much. And with that, she was gone. They all were. My apartment was now empty and dark. Just like it was the first night I moved in here. My head hung low and I let out a few sobs. But I wasn’t entirely sad. Knowing that she’s back home with her loved ones, where she truly belonged, gave me some reassurance. I know now that she’s safe. Even if I can’t have her around anymore, at least I have the memories. I got up and walked over to the fridge in the kitchen and turned on the light to see the picture I sketched of her was still there. I smiled and walked back out of the kitchen. I can’t say that I’m entirely sad that she’s gone, but happy that she was here. I walked over to the living room and looked at my computer monitor. There’s no way I’d get any sleep right now. I pulled out the chair and sat down. I began to watch the show she came from for the first time. I started with episode one.

A week has passed and a lot’s changed since I had last encountered Silver Spoon. Sure, I was still hurting from the fact that she was gone but I didn’t entirely loose her. Also because of her, I found a new love for a cartoon that I didn’t even know existed before. A new and better version of it, of course. I’ll for sure save up some money to go to the upcoming Brony-con. I was working now and staying consistent with my bills. This job was one of many that I’ve taken on temporarily to raise some extra cash. I stood behind the counter of the flower shop.

The old lady here was a sweet woman who kindly gave me the job at the register so she could spend time in the back with her flowers.

“There’s your change, Miss,” I said as I handed the customer the money. She grabbed her flowers and smiled.

“Thank you. Oh, you have a tear in your jacket there,” she told me. I looked at it and smiled. “Are you going to get that fixed?”

“No. There’s nothing to fix,” I said.

I’ll never fix it and I’ll never forget…my best friend.

Chapter 3 A Pony and Some Dogs?

I sat there. God knows how many minutes passed by. I just couldn’t function the truth. Why can’t I just be dreaming and wake up already! I gulped and looked to my side to see the fictional…yet real thing sitting next to me.

“What?” She finally said after she noticed I was staring at her. I shook my head and looked back at my phone.
I must have reread it a hundred times. I hoped that I maybe misread it wrong but the more I read, the more it clicked. Colorful talking ponies, some can fly and some have magic. This pony didn’t have that. Lucky for me, I couldn’t understand this and a horn or pair of wings would just throw me off even more. I can hear Silver Spoon getting a bit annoyed and inpatient.

“So?” She said. Just one word and I knew that she wanted to know if I was gonna help her or not. Just the tone in her voice pierced my ears and made me loose track of focus.

She sounds so snobbish and rude!

I glanced at my phone again for the hundredth time felt my head warm up.

Does she know she’s a cartoon? Should I tell her?

She stood up on her four feet and jumped off the sofa.

“Fine. I can see you’re not going to help me so I’ll just be on my way,” she said in her usual snobbish tone. I looked to see her heading to the door and quickly jumped up and beat her there.

“Wait!” I said. I blocked the exit by leaning against the door with both my arms spread out.

I don’t know why. She’s too tiny to even kick me, let alone get through me. She stopped in her tracks and looked up to me strangely. It must hurt her little neck to have to look up at me like that. Especially since she needed to look through her huge glasses that balanced on her little nose.

“You can’t go out there,” I say.

“What? Why? I need to get back home!” She said before stomping her hoof on the ground.

They’ll eat you alive out there. That’s why!

One glance and that little pony would be a goner. It’s a mystery to how she survived this long before I found her.

“It’s pretty dangerous out there,” I say. She rolls her eyes and groans.

“Look. I need to get back home to Ponyville,” she begins to say.

Ugh, that word again. It makes me cringe at the thought and reminder that this thing in front of me is a cartoon! She’s talking to me and is defiantly real.

“I can’t stay here in this dump!” She said as she looked around my apartment.

“What?”

“I mean, look at this place. It’s so…so weird!” She said as she waved her tiny hoof around.

“What?” I repeat a bit louder.

“Like you,” she said before turning back to face me. She pointed her tiny hoof at me and wrinkled up her tiny nose. I was being insulted by a fictional pony?

“What!!?” I finally blurt out.

“Yeah. Everything here looks weird but you defiantly are the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen,” she said after letting out a small chuckle.

Ugh! It was like talking to those specific jerks I knew in high school! The thought just helped anger me more.

“You know what? Fine,” I say before opening the door behind me. “Go. I don’t care,” I say before walking out of her way. She lifts her head high as she walks with her eyes closed.

“Well about time,” she said in a snooty tone. I crossed my arms and almost bit my tongue after rapidly chewing my bubblegum.

I watched her leave and saw she turned around to give me one last glance. I looked and saw she was still actually kind of adorable. She wiped her back hooves against the ground at me as if she was kicking away a mess. She laughed after seeing my angered expression. I slammed my door shut and locked it.

“You’re so not cute anymore!” I shouted.

I sat in my apartment, trying to warm up by the fire. So far the fire in my fireplace was the only thing my sofa could face for now. Until my TV is setup with cable of course. I rubbed my hands in front of the fire as I stretched to get closer. I adjusted the blanket around me before getting a glance at the window. I saw the noticeable crack and then saw that it was getting dark outside. I had to admit that I was actually feeling a bit guilty. That small defenseless little pony out there in the dangerous cold streets. While here I am warm by a fire in a sheltered protected home. Poor thing doesn’t even know where she is.

Oh forget it! The way she acted and showed her appreciation, I wouldn’t let her make a fool of me twice. No sir! She can be someone else’s problem. Then again…what if nobody else finds her? Or what if they find her and aren’t as kind as I was? Oh man. My guilt’s gonna eat me alive! I have to go out and at least see if she’s ok. Maybe just to calm down my nerves? Yea. Just a small walk…I have to be insane to want to go out there in this weather but I knew I’d be fine. I threw on some mittens and a scarf before heading out. I left the fire on because I knew I’d be half frozen by the time I got back.

So here I am. Walking. Like an idiot. Not even knowing if what I’m looking for will be around here. Was she even real? I mean, she didn’t look real. And yet, there she was. I let these kind of questions flow through my mind the entire time I walked through the streets. It grew darker and soon the streetlights where turning on. Flicker by flicker they began lighting up the streets. I started to see my breath as it grew darker and knew that my face was ice cold by now. I kept my mitten covered hands in my hoodie pocket and occasionally rubbed my chin against my scarf, in some failed attempt to warm it up.

By now I felt my search was pointless and so I began walking back in the direction of my apartment. Hopefully she magically went back to her home and wasn’t seen by anyone here. Yeah. That’s probably what happened. I began to walk faster now since I was basically beginning to frost. I heard the occasional dog howl or cat fight in the alleys but it never occurred to me to look there. I ignored the trash can that fell in front of me and walked around it. I glanced in the alley as I walked by but didn’t stop. I quickly turned back and looked in closer to see a gray figure running in total fear.

I watched as it tripped and fell causing her glasses to fall off her face. She looked back and that’s when I saw the dogs running towards her. I’ve seen those dogs before. They were my neighbor’s dogs before she moved away a few days ago. She lived in the house by the apartments. She was a sweet lady and greeted me with a cake to welcome me to the city when I first moved in. She couldn’t take her dogs with her so instead of sending them to the pound, she just let them go. They still wore their collars but were a mess and obviously starving. Silver Spoon was their next meal and probably only meal in a while if I don’t do something to stop them. Again, here I go saving this arrogant pony’s life.

The first dog jumps forward and Silver Spoon’s eyes grow wide after seeing me jump in front of her. The dog bites my arm and I shout in pain before shaking it off. I was lucky these dogs were trained and raised in a house by a person or I’d be in a whole lot more trouble. I raised my voice and stomped my feet at them. They ran off in another direction and disappeared into the alley. I huffed and tried to catch my breath before rubbing my arm. I could see my sleeve was ripped and you could see my arm through the ripped bight marks. I turned around and saw a shaking, cold, and terribly afraid Silver Spoon. Her hair was still braided but a mess. Her glasses lay on the ground, broken. She was freezing, Tears ready to pour from her big adorable eyes. I knew she’d seen more out here than she should have. I shouldn’t have let her go out here alone.

In a way though. I know her attitude and perspective had changed. I kneeled down and took off my scarf. It rubbed against my cold face as I took it off and I felt how warm it was. She didn’t think twice before running towards me. Her little legs running as fast as she could. She jumped into my arms and I wrapped her in my scarf. My God. She was ice cold. I rubbed her back and tried to warm her up in the scarf. My scarf was small to me but big as a blanket to Silver Spoon. I held her close to me and felt her quickly snuggle onto me. I picked up her broken glasses and put them in my pocket before standing up. We were silent as I walked back home. I wore my hood to keep myself warm and tried to hurry back to my place as it started to get colder. I hugged Silver Spoon closer to me after feeling a spine chillingly cold breeze blow by. Eventually I made it back to my apartment.

I unlocked the door and walked in to feel the warmth of the fire brush against my cheeks. It was as if the cold from my face was melting away from the touch of the heat in the apartment. I smiled to see it was warm and quickly sat down by the fireplace. After locking the door of course. Right as I sat down on the sofa, Silver Spoon snuggled her way against me. Like a lost puppy seeking affection. I quickly got up and walked over to one of the boxes by the hallway. I looked over my shoulder and saw her looking at me worriedly, as if I was gonna leave her alone again. I kind of laughed to myself but quickly came back with a warm blanket. I felt my scarf wasn’t enough for that little pony. I wrapped her around in a thick warm blanket and held her close to me. I saw her get a glimpse of the bite marks on my sleeve and she rubbed her head against it. I smiled and she then adjusted herself to where she was in my arms. She might have a snooty attitude but deep down she’s just a sweet and vulnerable kid, I could only keep her safe in the best way I possibly can. Even if she doesn’t seem real. I didn’t care. She’s here with me right now. She’s real enough for me. Eventually we fell asleep in front of the fire place.

Who’d a thought?