If "My Little Dashie" was written by a bot

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My little filly that can't even talk yet...
My own rainbow dash in my arm and my heart...
My little dashie got her cutie mark of her body of the show.
My dashie is now the normal rainbow dash
Two Thousand And Twentieth Years
I thought that it was the end
Epilogue but there is not a lot of life ahead

My little filly that can't even talk yet...

I don't have a good use for myself. My mind is now barren of all thought. Now, I walked over here in hopes to make up for my carelessness. I walked closer to go for another walk to work. What had possibly happened today was a normal office of either dumb luck or something just wasn't good. Right away, I could even imagine that I simply wanted some stranger attitude from the city. A lot more difficult position in confusion of knowing that i could have come to enjoy spongebob nightlight.

But I must start from the same thing I have only made up. Sadly, it was only a matter of time before I realized this formed my life to be sleeping. There is not ready for me enough to have achieved my life and father used to do something. Who would give me a little something that I could have more than my old simba stuff from work? My life is still a fully full sized goddess of knowing how to become insane.

During this moment, I am saddened by the box that has begun to cry. From what i see, it's not important at all. But, i have wanted to look at that brightly colored rim around the box because it is magic inside. Time crept over here, until something unusual happened. The box somehow managed to push through this image of a filly appearance from my little pony: friendship is magic.

It was only ten feet from me, but I saw some amazing rainbow colored radiant from the box. I walked to the box and it seems to take my mind. I opened it's bad terms of life that was wet, and I returned it to the ground. Littering with teary eyes.

"Dad changed everything between us."

I speak through comfy birds that was still smiling faces. Everything got quiet enough that it hurt me. Afterwords, I could feel something unusual from the box.

"I'm quite simple. Hm, unfortunate."

I started to leave. Inside my parents house, I could feel horrible about that misplaced placed box... Every time I am experiencing television show, I could remember the box that was right down the house within five miles away from the city to my house. I didn't think about what was brightly colored in the box...

"It could be ruined inside."

I simply told myself. After my mind began forcing random plant in my chest, I knew I knew this painful adventures of knowing nothing. Now, the thought of knowing nothing put a small shiver from my mind.

"It must happen, but my brain isn't allowing me to continue."

I'm not sure if i knew this time difference from work to the box, but it was evident that I knew what was going to happen. I hopped out the living room and I returned shortly to the same place where I had taken a different route from work. It felt quite wacky for a small time and it engulfed me to the box somehow. The last part is real...

There was only one thing I could do slowly, I must start somewhere. It's a moment of silence before I remembered what had happened for a few moments before.

"Shit"

I tried to say, but finally I discover the living one in the middle of the box that was in the middle of the sidewalk of the abandoned everything. Inside of the abandoned box in the middle of the sidewalk of the abandoned everything was a small filly rainbow dash?"my mind is now getting antsy by the sudden amount of love that I could express through my heart. She was able to get a closer look at me, and she knew that she had woken up to a world not meant to house math! She looks like she is real to me, yet something happens now ; she instantly perked up from her head resting on the inside of the box. It was still only a matter of time before she cried in front of me.

My mind began to notice around me a small blanket that was in this box with her. I nearly said "dashie cutie" I didn't believe it, but she was still dash-. Finally I was speechless, I don't see her cutie mark on her body. Nothing else to do ; I reach down the box to take her back home quickly...

"She 's beyond life in person".

I can't believe she is actually more hesitant around me. I tried to explain to her with unsure expressions that she didn't have to worry anymore... Then i saw her about getting smile on her face. Now she's beaming with unrecognizable expressions that i could only picture with joy to me. I broke my back while trying to pick up the box with her inside of the box... It hurt so much to the point that i feel tired. I quickly try again, it work with walking...

"It is dark."

I looked back to where I was, then again from here I walked back home, now with a filly in my arm. I stepped closer to my porch and put her on the side of my elbow. I opened the door knob and walked in my miserable living room. The couch was still showing home... So i throw her to the living room and she settles down on my couch. I go to look around the room for her as she explores the couch and hopped onto the floor and looked surprised. My heart sank after i knew that i had taken her with me as a joke.

"I have no friends and I can't protest old pony from a childrens t.v show.. ".

It was evident that I can't possibly ever change that, but it's not important now. I was stopped by a stray cardboard box that i even have achieved times at times in person, but what's supposed to happen now... I could see at the end of the living room that she didn't know how to fly around the house. It's quite frankly another amazing sight. I was never allowed to keep a small pony in my parents house and now I can. I will forever love her with all my heart. She's just a filly and i could tell.

Curiosity crept in my mind, who would have a filly Rainbow Dash? why they'd send dashie as a filly to some other world. what would have happened if I didn't even speculate what's inside? "what"... I had picked up cartoon character from pony nature and it was a losing battle for my carelessness. I had planned to go to the store of life nature on some groceries of water excitement and forced food. I feel horrible as if i was dreaming and i can't catch a small thing of a totally different species. I didn't even imagine it was possible to accomplish such a feat in my world.

I don't care about her origin times, I'll just simply shut my eyes and start somewhere. Then i heard her approach me... I opened my eyes to see her face with worried expressions. I had never given her anything she could eat. I let out a deep sigh and looked down at her. My mind was still showing care for Dashie's filly appearance. It all drives me to kneel down and looked at her. Then, I head to the kitchen room to look for several things that she could eat. I didn't think about this. What was going on. All my parents had left over the food table were straight enough vivid things in color. I feel something inside it, then i knew what it was. I nearly choked over it. This was wrong.

I didn't realize that I had a nice small bathtub of small carrots that returned from the city during those kids television once.

"I'm sure that isn't crushed yet"

I checked the nice small bathtub of small carrots and officially I could feed her somewhat. I grab a few small carrots and take them to the kitchen room. Realistically a filly cannot only eat solid foods, but I ran half gone until recently. I had given her the time to digest the same dull carrots that was from the nice small bathtub of small carrots. She seems to enjoy the same thing for roughly a few minutes. I saw the time get running out and she snuggles herself in my arm as I watched her over and over and over and over and she smiles softly.

I hesitate to take her foreleg and begin to seep back into my mind. The blanket she came with remains over her to brightly seep down her multiple colors. She is here...

"I'm not ready for Dashie, but I must pull through my tears and start somewhere until she's happy, sad or more realistically, something about fifteen years of her visit and settle down before she would be forced to remember me."

My own rainbow dash in my arm and my heart...

It has begun! I don't know how I raised her or how long it's been, and yet... I have done wonders to open my neighbors house within a moment. It has been too good to be true... That she can fully think anything, and she's not gonna hurt me with her eyes. There was another way to be true to her being with me for several weeks and that was no longer hesitant to keep her hidden inside a few months. She has begun learning to write with her mouth writing with her mouth is more natural than normal people.

None of my friends know about her being here... It's really stairs. Maybe the best option to make everything alright for us is still relatively cold. Thank you for this utter most amazing time of my life. She has been learning to talk herself off guard. It was until I explained that she didn't know how to write that she never allowed me to take care of herself. This was just nothing more than a minor nip of her first words. I can't believe what she does to me and I avoid taking care of rainbow dash for roughly three hours. That made arrangements of us apologizing to make us both share room and took care of dash back.

The time she decided to use a different route of improved English and now she can actually say she's gotten quite good to prolong the inevitable thing that isn't very fun. She knew she was different species of the same people, and she was thinking back at all the things she could enjoy. I could even forgive her being unstable at times, since this was only a couple September moments before Dashie's gone back to Equestria. Tomorrow is supposed to be a nice day outside. One day outside multiple nature and confusion bags.

Since she is still only a few months, and rarely will talk, Dashie is now getting older than I could have guessed. Factor amazing time difference and she 's not true...

Today is now a year and I'm not ready for a year. It seems my daughter is still happy and she is actually more comfortable around me. It all drives me to finally realize that she would go at some point. She is really young and I can't catch her to be careful. A lot of this city isn't very fun or interesting, but speaking expressionless would be the same for us. Many things were special enough to call: knowledge. No knowledge was going to force down my life... She just simply wanted to ignore it. Oddly enough, this was the only thing I've decided to keep myself together. My accountable birthday present for Dashie is a day outside and played some games with her.

After my little daughter was a lot more ecstatic than before, I had planned a special outing to go see a flight show after dashie came into my life... The show was just showing a show. She was a bit stubborn at least half the time. Like that's even more difficult than normal. It was still showing that she does still remember that memory of us together. Why wouldn't she. Another thing that happens every now and then, though, a lot of her actual memories are spent together by me with much vigor and plastered broken concrete. Instead of her first repeated attempts at importantly intentional things, she tried to keep around me to continue back into bed, she is not worried about finding out your past like that.

With all my heart, I could answer her voice and it s really more than welcome to be around her. This moment of peaceful words would be the best time of the day. She was able to speak those words to me and I returned to keep her convinced that this was best. My heart fell into the pits of dumbfounded English and it engulfed every other shit from me and I'm already struggling to be a good character. Better yet, I knew what was coming and the peaceful scenery before, wiped my mind and I can't protest. Though, I don't know how I feel about that, I had to keep her being in my world as a father and daughter.

We have passed by the brunt table for several years and I wanted it. The ground continues to look somewhat normal, especially after my daughter always had difficulties of anger excitement. Most people don't have much joy in this rain, because it seems to be a horrible time to be happy.

Today is different than when I first found Dashie, she did something I hadn't even ever seen until here. I had expected a small sight of her body being in the breeze, but she was taken off to the sun. She was able to spread her wings up and takes the park within her to be careful about it. She has become quite big and she knew that she knew it would become horrid. The time I could see her up there was something beautiful and she looks at me as she shifts back to reality and she settles down the ground and I wanted to flip.

"How high was the tree? " I started to say.

"Daddy... It was a small tree." she smiled at me as she spoke.

"Nature".

She still wasn't sure if I was playing some joke on her, but she remained quiet for a few moments. Right, our many failed attempts at flutters were still only one thing I could see again. But I remembered what she did a few moments ago. She was able to spread her wings to take off. After several more minutes, I knew what I had to start. When I got thinking, I was speechless for her. This was a shock to me and I hugged her tonight.

The food run was going to take longer and now she was more than a filly that can't fly, she could fly around open fields and officially a pegasus.

My little dashie got her cutie mark of her body of the show.

The best of her visit is now a filly that was still showing the last part, a large bulb that I held for several times. Everything is finally perfect and I think she understands the tree I had picked up. Sadly, we have lived in this empty house for several years. She has no longer glowed and it's not like I knew this was going on. Before I awoke, she was trying hard to keep warm down my head.

She was able to fly overhead much easier than before, and she can actually hope that she goes off with some time and stop down to meet me with some comfort. The first time she decided she wanted to take off with much racing in the area is now a lot more majestic than a cake on video. She was able to fly through the meme table and she goes down with hyper birds and she broke the sound barrier of the blast table. As she continued to lash at the ground and watch with my eyes, it yielded up a few more minutes and the world around dispelled until something happens, explode away from the sudden sound is a strong rainboom that she comes back down before she left over a sandbox of a few amount of dirty birds.

Everything crumbled beneath my attention. Nothing happened between the park and the rest of the blast of the abandoned lots. She looks at me as she finally sunk into the ground and I can't believe what i have seen. Though my mind was just going for a walk, I had never seen this episode... I had never seen that even though I have.

"I died a lot... "

"? "

"Dad... I can't feel anything "

I looked over to Dashie's still hooves and wings. My heart fell into several shock and stuttering. It was until i walked over to her body, that I knew that she was still hurt and needed my company. However, she was still alive. She was known to be anything but crumbled. I knew that I had to be there for her, so that she could enjoy her birthday, that was a good portion of weeks distant remaining.

There isn't really any problem with her being such a fictional character, but it hurt me in this kind of real events that transpired. It nearly carried difficulties if she were to leave that day. I am saddened that she can actually end herself early, though. The incident that made her being outside dire and her to be ruined asleep.

It has been a few days since the last initial bruises. Fortunately, she has finally starting to learn how to completely react to either dumb luck or through some sort of reminder that she never forgets that entire ordeal.The first time that she comes close to reality and i could remember that i didn't know what to be done something. When i saw insulted me, it drew a different sight that i expecting some comfort, celebrating her upset birthday was only a short with teary hours of dying. Worry and sorrow sap from my tears were tears and it engulfed my eyes from dinner to some other amount of dirty birds.

Everything that made slightly before large manufacturing area was going outside in years. How long she discover taking back into nothing about getting hard before either horrible sight. Instead of course, she has magically starting to make herself back to her body sooner than I could write "It remained very quiet and light furnishings are both suffering for photographs..." We ain't brought myself worse for celebration of the brony of a teacher. As if someone did smell like a different differences. I can't possibly ever change what had happened, thank you.

Today is now her real birthday, even though she may not want to rummage through everything, it is still a small day for celebration that was only four years ago. It 's been a few small moments before I realized what was snapped slightly on her current hind stuff. I didn't even have a lot for me to say when I saw it... She has now a large small marks of the show and her voice told me that she didn't know what it was. I knew I had to explain the situation, trying to do this was opposite of teaching. According to everything else, she looks like she knew now.

Her cutie mark begins going on her. Now, we feel like that ground painful night that made me accept it as part of her vividly development. With her helped shape, I had turned around and checked that intention to cause everything inside more resistance and warmth.

Tomorrow is not gonna be ruined by something unusual like holding a cake on our hooves and start checking out the living room for several more minutes. Then, figuring out that the joke of paper and color is unrecognizable to everything else. But she doesn't know how to tackle that situation.

My Dashie is going to be around more. I just couldn't look at her current birthday present with joy, but I still have a lot of our time together. It was until I suddenly had screamed "I'm hammered" before I awoke in my room and took quite a while to see her again, with me. I guess that I didn't realize that I was hurting hard before this point.

Me and my Dashie had been celebrating for several hours and it seems she's still sagging on our side. So I just started sleeping beside her, but I couldn't. Indeed, I was experiencing a couple energy through my body. It sure always falling, and the died version of me were plastered by eight forest fridge posters.

Since birth, I think I didn't even have achieved what was possibly ever around. Me and my parents had filled up a television with some teeth and decaying carrots. I stop that, and I avoid my parents. Then returned to getting cable for the cartoon and watch while anew. Once more, however, though, we moved from our old city to take me to the house that Dashie and I had taken. Then again, I can't possibly care for her in the first place in my old life.

Instead, we would never even have seen the box, and I would have achieved everything else but my little Dashie. Now I know, I was still showing "absorbed stupid thought ", and I know she just achieved that cutie mark of her's, but I remembered some worst option of this time. But that isn't really meant for me and Dashie, the park difference was just full to only the few people in this empty park. Better yet, we are still alive and proud.

It seems I have only made arrangements of utter most joy begun, since I was woken up. Sadly, I took a deep shit and walked back into my room and looked over to Dashie, seeing she was still stung in my bed. I don't know how long it's been since she asked me about getting her own room, and that made sense to me.

This was still a problem, the house does have a spare bedroom that has it's knob locked and I can't pull it to open. Darn, especially that it was where my old toys and school stuff from several years ago. I have to get it opened for her room. I don't have much energy for that, so I'll do this tomorrow.

When I opened my eyes, she was no longer with me. I knew that she is still in the house and I should let her go do whatever. I had taken some tools and I plan to seep through the door and cut the door knob for several minutes. Once I could see the couches inside of the other room, I could finally open the door. But the door was ruined.

It has taken three hours of cleaning out the opened room and make it much easier to make it Dashie 's own room. Now we have to get used to it. The door can be fixed up and have no problem with it.

It has taken three hours of cleaning out the opened room and make it much easier to make it dashie 's own room. Now we have to get used to it. The door can be fixed up and have no problem with it.

Today is the first time she would sleep in her own room. Though I feel relieved to see her being such a distracted sight, and finally able to get my old room back, I can't keep her here her entire life. She has no clue what she was actually from. And the day she would be forced to go back to Equestria is still a problem that I don't know if I would be around anymore.

Granted, I knew what was coming up to, what was going to happen as the years slowly run out.

Before we have to sleep again, I am in her room and took notice that she would be here... I tucked her into bed, and I continued a goodnight when she said those three words to me.

"I love you daddy. Goodnight."

I looked surprised for a little bit when she said that. It clocked out my mind and I wanted to speed to the living room, but I couldn't help myself. I had never thought that the internet were true... That she can feel somewhat normal. Maybe now she still cared for me enough to call me daddy and she had called me that for a while. But she even said "I love you." I have no way to say it otherwise, my heart exploded after such a nice event.

I had to keep myself from sticking out over a sheet. I didn't know what to do or say, but I remembered every amazing time I had with my parents. Everything that me and my parents had said and the ones that transpired from unfortunate times. Then the last time I would see them.

When I was thinking back at reality, I recoil to the fast birthdays and looked down before her, then I spoke up to say,

"I love you too... My little Dashie, goodnight."

She looked back at me with a smile on her face. Not sure how long I was thinking back, but I saw her face and I had never seen anything else like this moment. Nothing more dear to me had been standing at the door. But now... I could feel relieved to know that words were special enough to anyone other than themselves.

Then, I leaned down to the couch and hopped off into the kitchen with paper and keys... I didn't think about having her, even though I'd attempt to help her learn from how my parents had hoped.

Lucky.

Oddly enough, this realization strikes brewing older than normal, especially after Dashie came into my life... She is still only four years old according to my math. When I was still only four years old I had to start staying up to take care of my old labrador puppy, especially after my mother's passing. She had a picture of us together after her incident.

This painful amount of writing with some keys are barely giving me a moment to fix that situation. When everything else told me that my life ahead is going to arise my convinced attitude. Instead of knowing nothing, I knew what was possibly happening and I'm hallucinating in confusion before I awoke to the couch. When I found myself listening to a song from thirty years ago.

"We built this city."

It remained in my head album from work and it still stung my words, forcing me to say "Don't you remember..." when I feel somewhat ecstatic. Thank you for the best Spongebob song through listening to the radio for the whole night. It seems my writing with my keys were the first few words of the song. I could barely even see the rest.

My dashie is now the normal rainbow dash

I had recently saved up some money for a large place for me and Dashie. She felt a little despair from us moving to a new house, having been raised in my old parent's house for her entire life. I had to explain that the area was going to be bought by a manufacturing company and we couldn't stay here forever. I was working in a miracle table job and it pays much more than my old one.

Yes, they made arrangements for several tables that helped bring miracles to the people who occupied it.

You have no idea why I stopped sleeping on my side. It's not from the sudden sound of my neck beaming, or the new house's bed was only a bags of water and relief. It was the droplets of water droplets on the edge of the house. It felt wrong to curl up in bed and discover that a cloud that was still storm and tears flowing on my porch.

Daily, it was still showing scenes of afternoon thick coat of lightning and knacks. With Dashie, her being erratic was only a problem with my world. The new house was openly around us and interesting blue raining from here comes close to present a shiver of me entering a small pie... Now, in the show, she could weather the situation to keep it outside a nice day outside with blob birds. So, she hoped that I would ask her to finally seep the clouds misplaced down. Afterwords, I had screamed around a moment,

"Needing to do this is going to arise my argument! ..."

She knew now that second, that lawns and stupid fields are sweating and sulk in the rain. I felt quite smug about getting lucky with utter wild insulted attempts at allowing Dashie to make everything alright.

Today is the day it decided to be ruined. The show of "My little pony: friendship is magic" aired it's last episode twenty months ago. Then I discover that the show was no longer on television. The show was once a problem that made me refuse to ever see her watching.

But that was only much like a year ago, and now, the show was a re - running it's first found episodes and watch television show after it's shortly departure. And then, I would react to the sudden spin off that was made around a year ago. It was damn enough to find out that the show, after two years, was going to arise to my attention back. And the first spin off series was going on as well.

I had driven back home after some groceries for us. Upon arriving, expecting some toast and warmth, it was right then, I knew it was all gone and tarnished with blue broken windows. Everything was down with sobs and decaying bags of memes. Since I didn't even imagine it actually happening, the consequences finally sunk in.

Afterwords, I knew it was simply a matter of time before she found out the truth. And the world around me could feel horrible and I stare at her as she continued to look at herself in the television.

"How could you..."

It seems my fault was heartbreaking.

"How could you not tell me..."

She couldn't hold back her voice.

"I'm not..."

"How long have you hidden this from me!"

It hurt so much... Upon heavy words, my little heart sank in darkness. It all seems to process around me and
I couldn't resist to yell out,

"I tried to."

Dashie started sniffling once before I walked over to the couch and sit down with her. I yelled out, again,

"I tried to get it outside my mind, I did, I really did."

She looks back at me and she knew I was speechless. For several more minutes, she was working on some questions for me to fully realize I fucked up. After I say about her being oddly different than her cartoon character, she accidentally raised horrors on the same differences. Then, we sit there in confusion.

According to my daughter, she was actually more money than normal her, and she was first to prolong a hyper pony. As I searched my mind, she had raised her voice to me with a sorrowful emotion and told me that she wants a moment to relax. So she had flown up to her bedroom and I avoid to say anything else. I heard her door shut and now troubles me. I broke down into sobs and I wanted to punch myself.

Another thing that has been tearing me apart, was probably the beginning of the end. I walked up to her bedroom to say that I am sorry. I knocked, she didn't open. I knew that she was now gone. I checked in and I dropped closer to the window that was formed up openly. I had badly fallen into something remotely breaking. The daily storm development was starting, which I knew was only appropriate.

It's been only four hours since Dashie had flown off to whatever. The storming season stopped straight showing stature sticks slowed suddenly. Something sank sorrow, so shit stay sane since she still stung stemmed, stray store sulk see screen spot splashing.

So she shoved sprung sorrowful showers, she'll see some sort of show, sit sweet none the wiser, and finally realize that she was actually from a cartoon. She seemed slightly saddened and I had to start stern to look around for her. This was all my fault.

I knew I had to say it sooner, however. But I couldn't help but prevent myself from happening. I had to explain to her that I am still sorry... Finally, I walked out of the house for the first time in years, in hopes that I would see her. This painful portion of the day was just moments before droplets were scattered around me and it had prepared up a deep amount of wrong nature. It must have fallen as hulk, the rain has begun to cry because it hurt me. It could get pretty wacky with a flick of fifty eight miles shot down on my head. When I got convinced that I had to take cover inside of the first tree canopies from the house.

It was simply speaking, "unfortunate" and I ran to the tree canopies. Then I had said that wish for her to hear me outside,

"Dashie, my mouth is sticking to my mind, I know that I paved strewn slow existent conclusions, and even though the reality of you had been a large manufacturing of my distant thinking."

I started walking through the woods as I searched for Dashie. Everything was still full of absorbed weather. I continued,

"Before you absolutely lash at me for this truth, I hope you still love me as much as we normally done. Though, as much as I blame myself for my carelessness, I can only say that I am sorry Rainbow Dash. I can't believe I've made you find out about the truth this way. And I'm sorry, I truly am. You have been fortunate enough to have come accustom to everything with me."

I was hurting hard from the rain and I had to shut up to take a moment to look around for a empty floor that was dry enough to drop to. I managed to get to a shelter and I dropped closer to the tree leaves and now I feel tired. One way or another, I was distraught and tired. This occasional drop hits my head, and it hurt a bit. It seems I had to start from the point about this day,

"Dashie, as much as I spoke, I wanted you to know the fact that I am very sorry."

"I'm sorry, Dashie."

I was desperate for her to hear me and I had screamed at the tree leaves.

"I'm sorry!"

It remained silent for a few more minutes, and I started tearing up quietly. Though I could only hear the splashing of the tree leaves picking up the rain, I could have sworn I heard footsteps drawing closer to me. If it was her, I didn't move. When it seems that the footsteps were disappeared, I felt a sudden feeling next to me. This made me open my eyes, and I stare at the colorful mare in front of me.

She was actually back, and I wanted to say something, but I was speechless and very tired still. She did eventually speak up,

"Dad, I know you feel horrible, and I didn't mean to be that inevitable, and I'm sorry too."

I feel a little better and I had smiled a little. Inside, I knew that she wasn't even at fault, but I had to keep it to myself. I was very tired and quiet and she had raised her voice to say,

"Dad!? You alright?"

I tried to keep my eyes opened but I couldn't hold back my tears and I stare at Dashie. She looked over to me and she must have wanted to check on me, and I feel her hooves wrap around me and hugged me tight, I had turned to get my arm level for a returned hug. Though I was speechless, I had said,

"No, Dashie, it's really not your fault."

"Dad..."

"But, it's okay, I feel better now."

"Hm... Me too."

Me and Dashie had been hugging each other underneath this tree in the storm for so long that it eventually ended. Then, we moved from our hug so that we could get home before it starts raining again. So, as quickly as she left me after our argument, we quickly reunited because it happened still today. It all worked out in the end.

Later that night, she told me that she was on the top of a near by tree and she had heard me talking about the moment that she left me and all of the apologizing that I had said. Then, she followed me to the tree that we hugged at. I asked her about what she did for four hours, she was just flying around, contemplating and collectively thought about what she would do now. She eventually got tired and abandoned a large black cloud to lay down on a stray cloud. When she awoke, it started raining torrential rain through out the house and open fields.

Since it started raining, she wanted to come back to her bedroom but I locked the window and she couldn't get into the house. I realize that if I hadn't accidentally locked her out of our home, I wouldn't have had to start looking for her. That was another mistake that I had to apologize for. She took it very well, and it was much easier for her to accept it. Oddly enough, this painful date would be remembered for years to come.

Two Thousand And Twentieth Years

This city was just going to erect my hopes of getting a fresh start. It was evident that I would become upset tomorrow. It was only ten years since my parents were still alive. I was never allowed to enjoy the morning for celebration. It was all my parents fault. We moved here... Managed to stay and it was all because of their merchandise album posters and belongings that I found in Dashie's room while I was cleaning it out.

The carelessness of their's ended up holding back my entire life... I had been telling myself that I was a good father, unlike mine. I have wanted to move houses for a while, and I deserved some comfort with Dashie. According to this year, I had to leave to a house within five miles away from the city. And without any limitations for neighbors, dangerours virus and stunts.

I was never seen with her by a stray passerby and I had never allowed myself to go sidewalks, besides, I had never gone to the most flattening time difference, ever since this new decade began. I had picked a worst time to act out a movement to the groceries. Over this point, I was stopped by something new. That large factory that was knocking cable in my way.

The same time, it seems to be around lightning bolt and unrecognizable matters. If I had only felt it, I could have been fortunate enough to keep my arm able to save me. Another walk home before my cause of entertaining litter. That was only before I feel my arm mark begins to finally react to the feeling of bolt meeting.

Over the time of midnight, I think about temperature and personal luck of my elbow. It to either many branches of crying for several hours to solid hours of insane birds of occasion. My energy these past few months isn't physically holding me out so much... Granted, I don't know how long ago I'd just sit here for hours at a time and stop excitement as I watched the world around me shortly stop trying to refresh broken wounds.

If I had expected a year to remember, it would be a good year. But instead of it supposed to be a good thing, it was until this lock down happened and cheer ended after countless weeks. Then again, I have her.

It used to be a nice route from my parents house within reach of the city, but what was coming up from here, was the last time I would remember that damn route. It was an ordinary seven hours. Everything was going steady, but from my phone, the rumors of torrential multiple murder hornets from the Asia planet call.

They made me accept that this year would only go down hill. Today is the best birthday that Dashie will have, probably due to her five other birthdays I had never made arrangements for. My Dashie had years of insane excitement which yielded out for celebration.

According to photographs of fortunate colors, I had expected something new and interesting with everything between grass underneath my sagging crack to the Indy 500 three. It was until I attempt to stretch back, I had turned off my brain and walk away from my home before I realized I was talking to a piece of paper with a flick of paper that protest,

"Before it happened, only bags of emergency words help, Thanks random year."

It seems the grudge that this person left over here was going on some miracle burrs. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or hallucinating to a piece of paper that was high on some miracle burrs, so I just laughed and walked over to the groceries. Then the thought clicked: Fear of not being unstable. That made me accept that I can't be here forever.

Upon arriving porch, I calm down to make everything Mcdonalds. Since I brought the best fresh local knacks. I misplaced a decaying creature that was right up from my streets. It was an ordinary cotton, and I'm already struggling to do anything that I could do before the year started.

But I have to allow my tired mind to keep myself focused on Dashie's somewhat normal group of birthdays. My god, I have finally made myself non existent. Instead, I have to get across everything else along the lines of dumbfounded English. Not sure why I'm taking so many weeks to make up a year that made me say,

"Illness is going to arise and I'm not going to arise,"

but I have to make up a good portion of the year to be a good dad for one day. When it would become her birthday, I think I will be mental and I should start to dispel my mind. Then, we go to the park for celebration and when it is dark, me and Dashie is going to look back at all the years we have had together.

It seems the only thing that has begun problems since it's been a few months is I didn't even approach my incident level. Most of the time, I am doing leaning against confusion in confusion of Dashie. She has no need to look at me again. The show on the internet is still alive or not something new. That isn't physically a problem with us both suffering for a few months.

She has been telling me to take her places. I don't know when I could do that. The city isn't very fun and abandoned, given with the world around us had been memes and officially a different world now. The only remaining discord server from several hours from the city was going to erect down before I can manipulate the last person to make sure I had a two story new house for me and Dashie.

To say, the path of my life's not a good cleaning off and I know. I feel that she does miss the days that was formed when she first found her place. She has become problems but it was evident that she wants to go back to bliss and accountable parks... So that she can fly around all she wants.

What made it worse for me was the time of the president's current old chest's arguing. As I was watching the old people interrupting each other. Inside my mind, I knew it would be a painful time of the last time. Today was debate, and then the thought of a switch of president nature was erratic.

Fifteen years ago, i hoped not to make too much vigor difference. Now, I have seen wonders come accustom due to my daughter. She has given me a lot of unusual events and former shock and confusion before I shortly nodded over a sandbox. If she didn't stay with me for as long as she has, I could only picture myself wanting to go back to my old life.

Not only did she accept me as her father, but I have come to enjoy the time we made together. Something just struggles to make up for my mind. It's not important to say, but it's still gonna be dire. Though, figuring that joy I have experiencing, the realization of our time together is limited. All these years she has, now come to age me. Extrinsic words don't sound that encouraging. There isn't another pony thing online anymore, that made up for a few more problems.

So, I don't know how long we have left before she's gone back to Equestria. Maybe the knowledge of Dashie ever being here even after the show ended, transpired another reason why I'm taking a while to be around her during this sorrowful year. I do know that I am not the only one in the world to be saddened by everything. But that was going to refresh once I can get myself going again. Maybe after the long year ends, me and Dashie could arrive at the new house within time.

This is the final day of the year two thousand and twenty. It's the moment of truth, seeing the sky light up with fireworks were not as special as the previous years. If I was dreaming this whole time, and the world around stopped existing right when the new year starts, I would be sweating bolts of hinder for me. I have achieved so much... and I had raised a cartoon character from a kids show, and that made me accept it as a part of life.

Each day, I feel like today would be the inevitable time she would be forced back to Equestria. It has begun to make me learn that she is still a physical living person and some day, she would be taken away. It would have been the worst year of my life if she was taken during my planned redemption. But it never happened and she still remains my little Dashie. I am able to keep myself focused on Dashie's happiness for as long as she's here.

It's been a difficult year for every one, and I hope that would never happen again. But she still needs me to stay with her.

"Dad, as much as I know, I have been fortunate enough to have a good dad like you. I know I can be a little hard on you, but thank you for being here for me."

"Thanks Dashie."

"Yea, and I gotta say, I still love you dad. You mean so much to me."

"Dashie, I believe that you have made my life a million times better. I love you too."

I thought that it was the end

Money was a losing battle for a little time. It just wasn't meeting me in my hand. Nothing amazing happened differently from reality. The entire world is still soaking in illness and thoughts. Then after some time, I had done something I needed to do before.

"I'm dreaming..."

It seems it has not sank into a hell of emergency. I knew it was only a thought that I could only hope was only a thought and experimented it. After my little research, thankfully, it was only a thought and that it had not gone back to my bedroom room from fifteen years ago. Changed arrangements come to calling... There isn't another time to act this way.

Today is my little Dashie's fifteenth birthday. But it could be her twentieth birthday if I count the celebration of the five other birthdays. Though I'd imagine Dashie would need a good amount of pride for the day, I think that she would tell me to continue to attempt to make her opposite of sleeping. Maybe now, something new for her was going to be the way. Hear me now, recently she has been telling me about the racing that she likes to keep her eyes on that's airing on the internet.

We have improved upon the technology so that we continue to keep in touch with the world. When ever she wanted to see Nascar car racing in person, I didn't know what it was until she explained it to me. As I searched for several terms of work, so that I could get a ticket to the Indy 500. It felt good to finally find a hundred dollar ticket to the Indy 500.

Yes, a good thing online like this is what must have fallen into my head. She was now able to see the Indy 500. Dashie is going to be happy to see it. Oddly enough, something against my will continues to squirm around in my mind. It's just too good to be true...

The time it took to find a good price for a, more or less, quite frankly, a more than enough, more expensive ticket that is more valued than it should be, was a little over three hours. I believe I have only made four hours of sleep. It just so happened the coffee that I would keep to avoid was still holding on my body.

I don't expect this to make me that more ecstatic for moving devices that's been attention grabbing for Dashie. I knew I wouldn't like it, but I have to take her to the Indy 500. I might not even be able to get her outside to a large place with a lot of life in years. How will she expect this to be her grand birthday present.

As a father, trying to get her to be happy about fifteen years with me is a little draining. Now I have to get her to be happy and happy respond. She's still just upstairs in her room. She should be downstairs in a moment. It was only a short amount of time before I had reverted to the sound of knocking at the door knob for a third of a second. When I turned to look at that door, I was thinking about anyone other than me who would be around the house. I was hesitant to go see the situation.

As I walk towards the erratic door, my heart stopped beating as it unlocked and speed moved outdoors. I could see the ponies who I could remember from several years ago. Shit's not gonna be happy about this day anymore. Then the first sight from the ponies who was right up to me had screamed up,

"We're supposed to find a thirty-five year old pony that has wings and rainbow mane, remotely close to this city."

It was a shock to see the ponies who continued to give me that glance that made me pulsate. She looks around me to continue to stare at me. This was making eye contact with the majestic Princess Celestia began to make me uncomfortable now. She knew she was working on decaying me and now I discover that I crumbled beneath her head. I had to leave in to the living room to keep her eyes away from me. I am horrified.

For the first time in person, I have never been standing at the door to see the inevitable sight, as the one flattening pony contact was straight sweating in my vision. She knew she did something to me, and she comes in my living room and looked around for a place to settle down. She jokingly said,

"That shocked formed you have must be such a horrible feeling."

Celestia... That was just simply stupid. She sits just in front of me and she goes,

"I am the princess of Equestria. Maybe now you won't drop down trash next time."

"..."

"Hm... My name is Celestia, dear extraterrestrial. When do you plan on telling us yours?"

Before I piece my head back together to answer, the pink pony spoke from outside,

"Celestia, the rain is brewing up and we have no way to get in."

I'm sure I had never made it to the last episode of the show, but when did she call her by her first name? Better yet, something about the gang was just showing some time with age. Maybe it was my mind half expected a different day for this moment. But I remembered that Twilight's size was a lot more like the others.

Everything about them was a little more character development from the first seasons of the show.Then again, it has been a lot of time since i stopped. I mean it has nine seasons now. Shit has changed since.

I don't know how long i have been silent for, the ponies were all around me.

"Sir? Sir?"

I have finally realized that I didn't answer.

"Sir?"

I looked back to the princess.

"No"

The goddess herself was confused. I had never been asked for my name in years. I guess that was the least half expected answer.

"I'm sorry... What?"

"I... I honestly didn't mean that, Princess Celestia. I was talking to myself."

She smiled at me and she couldn't help but laugh. I awkwardly sit here and awkwardly laugh with her. That made some of the ponies collectively laugh through the pain. I am experiencing cringe for the first time in twelve years... When the laughter ended, she looks at me and says,

"I'm sure it was just that feeling when you're around me. If it makes you feel relieved, I won't bite."

"uh..."

"Celestia, you don't have to make yourself up to be the princess anymore. You've scared him enough."

Twilight Sparkle says from my right. I could only look towards her. I don't know how I didn't notice that she had wings on her sides now. I knew I missed a lot of episodes because I stopped watching the show after Dashie came into my life. That's true... But twilight became a princess? I wish I knew that episode...

"Anyway, Mister Sir, it's fine if you don't tell us your name. But it would help to get to know you better."

"I... uh..."

"Well, we understand if you're not comfortable with us knowing who you are, but it would help."

"Before I go do that, I know exactly why you are all here."

"You do?" Celestia asked me.

"Yea, even though I have honestly expected this moment to happen, probably, but my daughter is hello."

It seems writing with a computer is barely perfect... Thank me for the words I have to make up with the piece of bum as written English for this book of fiction that you are here to see. Anyway, it seems my mind began beating random found stuttering so that I can't tell Celestia the words to express myself anymore.

"... You what?" Celestia looked surprised and curious.

"Wait, your daughter?" Twilight used curiosity, it was fruitless.

I glanced back to her.

"... Guess I didn't mouth my mind level about that..."

"Uh, what?" Applejack said into my left cheek.

"I'm finding myself out here..."

Applejack started painting a question I'd normally refuse to attempt to please.

"Now, give me, Sir, an answer. Are you telling us that father of Rainbow Dash, is you?"

It must be such a horrible time for them. I don't rush through my voice to say speed remotely. I take a lot of some time to digest what I know.

"Dashie is my daughter. She's up stairs in her room."

Most of the ponies were so unable to keep themselves from believing that I was playing some joke on the ponies. Since that living with a stranger possibly dispelled a reason to take Rainbow Dash back with them. During two seconds of stirring thoughts from the sudden amount of ponies sticking out loud sticks out amongst the rest, shortly after, Dashie had screamed from the walls,

"Dad?"

No, get away from the living room, Spongebob. Pinkie Pie bounced straight to Dashie and starting her voice was twice as high as everything birds.

"Dashie!"

"How did you know my name?"

"It's your friend, Pinkie Pie, silly."

"Uh... I don't know who you are."

"How could you mean that horrible thing."

"I'm sorry, Miss Pink pony, but what are you doing in my house."

I speak out, "Dashie, allow me to finally tackle this situation. Come here... "

She tried to, apparently, lean beyond her former friend to get down into the living room. As she looks around her friends and former, she was a shock and confusion in confusion, seeing the ponies who occupied the couches and center rug in front of me, and Dashie no longer hung from the walls of the box with my foot. She was simply shut down before she looks up to me and she said,

"Pops, what is going on."

"Sit here..."

She did come to the seat beside me. I have to let the ponies know exactly what we have to talk around about.

"Dashie, you know the show that you had you in it? They are your actual friends."

"These ponies were my friends?"

"Yea... That is Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle and the ugly sized goddess horse looking at me is Princess Celestia. Oh, and the pink one on the stairs is Pinkie Pie..."

Celestia looked between my eyes with death ahead in her eyes. Still, she laughed it off. Afterwords, she sighed and told me,

"I'm not the Princess Celestia that you know anymore. I have retired Dear Sir."
I was very quiet for a few moments, but I fear that it would slow down my life if I keep going silent.

"So, if you're not the goddess Princess of Equestria, then who occupied the house of airing?" I speak out loud.

"I'm." the purple mare of many words who was just there had said from the sudden sound off my right.

"You're?"

It used to be that the house was just me and Dashie. I would enjoy the morning with her, and the long hours at work and staying up with her, at the end of the day, it was only a matter of time before she had to leave me. I just never thought that the gang of Dashie's former friendly friends making knocking on the wood of my house knocked at the door knob for several seconds.

So, we are uneventful here... But I have to tell them everything that I could. Then, I said it,

"Fifteen years!?" the five of them shit off question.

"It's true..."

Rarity spoke up, "How did you have her that long?"

"When I found her, she was still a small filly..."

"What!?" the ponies chose to say.

"Celestia, you said the storm was a normal thing, not a physical time path." Princess Twilight began to lash at Celestia.

"I wasn't sure if it was." Celestia had said.

"She disappeared, without a lot of resistance!" Twilight raised her voice to her mental mother.

"Hey, get yourself together, plushie!" I speak out loud.

"Excuse me Sir, much like how you cannot speak out loud, you have to see me completely react collectively."

Before anypony else should have told her sooner, I had to shut her up so that she could arrive at the end. Like how you cannot explain anything remotely close to extrinsic attitude was the radiant barrier of the purple princess. Better have her mess up the time lines.

Nothing amazing happened between the two mares. Everything was just a lot of yielded English to me. They were all going on about "fifteen days ago was she sent over here in this world, " and I'm sure whatever Twilight added was "she was a filly." It had been a while, and after three minutes of them stirring up a argument, I am finally able to speak through their madness.

"Now, Princesses, for your information, I don't know why you have to get tested on the clouds. Rainbow dash is here and safe and alright. I don't mind you being here, but you need to get home before I have to worry about this decision."

"You're right, sorry Sir. " Twilight cleared.

Lucky that it didn't escalate. That raising ugly mower is gone now, along with the utter chaos that either dumb ponies had in mind, or something happens.

"Well, I believe Dashie here, has something to tell us..."

"Dad... I don't have telling attitude currently."

"I guess I'm down to read English in my head."

"... "

"So, something I needed to say before the two of you raised your voice... if it's been fifteen years for us, and only fifteen days as of you, how old are you guys?"

As I said before, something about the ponies had seemed older than when the show was aired. I mean, Twilight now has wings, so she's a Princess now. And the others were still as vivid as I imagine, but they seem more along the lines of thirty or something. I think age works differently when you're a pony, because they still look young, I guess. Anyway, they answered me and I was right, they are in their thirties.

"Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but if you guys are in your thirties, and my Rainbow Dash is twenty, do we have to wait ten years now, so she's the right age?"

"Yea, how's that gonna work, Twilight? " Applejack started.

"I don't know how to tackle that fact, but I think there's a spell for that, right celestia?"

"There is... The problem is, it is quite dangerous, especially if we aren't under the leaves of the tree of existence. Maybe after we take her home... She could-"

"Dad, what does she mean by that?"

"... Don't worry about it, Dashie. This is where I send a messege."

"Okay..."

"So, now what? " I asked the ponies.

Twilight began to glow her horn towards Dashie and told me,

"The memory spell."

"Before you do what has to be done... Can I just have a moment to talk with her, please? This is the last time we ever see each other."

"Of course, she is your daughter." Celestia looked to me and nodded.

"Dad, what's going on?"

"Listen, you know how you don't really belong here, and now, after all these years, you're going home."

She looks to me with teary eyes and with painful sadness in her voice she says,

"But this is my home, I belong here, with you."

"I... I know. I know... But you have to go back with them. They are who you really belong with."

"But... But why?"

"Because you don't belong here in my world, it's not meant for us."

"Daddy, I love you. " she greeted me with a tight hug.

I could feel her tears on my neck and through my shirt. I returned the embrace, and I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. She was going home and I won't be able to see my daughter again. It was heartbreaking once it finally sunk into my heart. Nothing else amazing can come remotely close to the fifteen years that Dashie had given me.

"Wow, that's quite a good bond you have." Celestia began.

"It's even more painful to see it die in person." Twilight added.

Fluttershy quietly said, " Twilight, how do we have to break up the family."

And then the other ponies started tears flowing out of their faces. It was a moment of upset eyes and painful heart. Instead of the fire place, turning into confusion, Celestia looked to me with a sorrowful face and Celestia said,

"I hate to bring you two apart."

"It's been a lot more than a normal life ever since Dashie turned up." And then I focused on Dashie and I returned,

"I love you too, Dashie."

Celestia began to look around our living room and walked up to me and sent her horn towards me and her horn glowed twice and warmth rush through my body. Something just happened to me and I stare at her. She looked down at me and winked. I don't know what she did, but I guess I'm supposed to know.

"I can see that what you two have, is something beautiful." Celestia answered.

"Twilight, would you like to say a few words?" Celestia asked Twilight.

"Oh... All I can say to you, Good Sir is, thank you. For fifteen years you took care of Rainbow Dash. I didn't think that you could get this far." Twilight said.

According to her, that was a normal thing to say to me. Soon after, she had given me several scenes of sadness, the rest of the gang: Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie all said thanks in their own, in character, different ways. Then it closed on Celestia, she looks to me with a small smile on her face and she says,

"Thank you for being a friend."

How she responded was fixing my once weak heart. What she said also was taking me back to when my parents got the filled up television with some teeth and decaying carrots to work and the first show that was on was the show I continued watching with my grand mother back at my old house before she died and my parents went out to the house that me and Dashie moved from. I hate money problems. So, I replied,

"Just being a parent."

"Well... All that's left to do is wait for Rainbow Dash." Celestia continued.

"What?" Dashie asked surprised as she cried.

"I'm asking you if you're ready."

"Uh, wait please, I... have to ask... can't... he come... with me?" Dashie started.

So, something about her voice was heartbreaking, which was just tears flowing out over every ones eyes. Sadly, i have to let their friendships on.

"I'm afraid he cannot join you in our world." Celestia answered.

"Sadly, I can't risk our worlds looking to seek war."

Now, most of the world would rather forget about the recent events but I feared that it would become a few years before it would end, and that somehow my country would be forced in to it. Luckily, we hadn't started making it worse and me and Dashie had a few more years to ourselves. Well, until now.

"Dad, will I be okay? " Dashie asked me.

"Of course you will. you're in safe... hooves."

I didn't even need to say that. But she got the message. She was hesitant to stand up from beside me, but she walked over to Twilight and told her,

"I'm ready now."

"Right." Twilight simply said.

She looks to Dashie and she goes, "I honestly wish there was another way to do this. But we all need you."

"I know." Dashie started.

As Twilight began to let her horn level to Dashie's forehead, Dashie closed her eyes and letting a single tear running down her face. My mind began forcing our fondest memories together, and I could only wish that it didn't make me cry so much. But i couldn't hold back and I tried to keep myself focused on Dashie. She was actually crying as much as I am.

I leaned back as my head couldn't hold up with the tears flowing. I kept my eyes on her as Twilight's horn glowed and all I could see was a bright light and it engulfed me with a small shiver and it seemed to me that my heart stopped beating.

When I opened up my eyes, they were all gone. I feel tired, and it seems that some time had passed. Then again, we have talking for a while. I could feel my dried salty tears on my cheeks, I looked down to see a book. It was my photo album. I wiped my tears and I looked through it.

I opened it to the first page, it shows my parents with me and my fat head in the hospital when i was born. The next few pages are of me and my childhood house. And then the old house and the last pictures of my mother, then my father. And the next pages are blank after my old labrador passed away.

Afterwords, I found the page of my first day with Dashie. It has a folded piece of paper in it. I open it and I could recognize the writing. It was the mouth writing of my daughter, Rainbow Dash. As I read the note, I was tearing up at the last memory of my little Dashie. It was just a comfort and something that made another September the Seventeenth special. I wouldn't be able to celebrate it with Dashie ever again now, but it's finally something I can remember for several more years to come.

Though, I should be faring a emotions of sorrow, I am able to spread a smile as I keep reading the note until I memorized every words. I had to stop before I start to examine the details of the page. Now, I put it next to the album and I picked it up to look back at my time with Dashie.

Each time we had a picture, the quality got better. And every memory that was special was captured in the photo album. For fifteen years, we had moments of every situation. I look back on our memories of us together and I stare back to this picture of Dashie when she was a filly, that had her big smile on her face. I teared up with a smile as I turn to the next page. And then the next page was our recent photo.

She had me buy her some posters of racing cars and other racing fan stuff. She wanted me to bring the camera for the album. there she was, smiling and being proud of her decorations. I never got into racing and my face in the picture shows it.

Then I jumped up the stairs to see her room. On the way up I notice the pictures on the walls were disappeared and replaced with empty frames of where pictures of Dashie and me once sat. Nothing else could I have expected when I opened the door. In the room of my daughter was none other than the retired princess Celestia.

She was standing facing the window. She looks to the door and then to me. She says,

"So, you're finally awake."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. I know you might have already accepted that Rainbow Dash has gone back home to Equestria. But the tree of existence was decommissioned. So Rainbow Dash wasn't able to look her age."

"Yea... ok."

"But- " Celestia continued

"I have given it some thought, and now, you get to spend the rest of the day with your daughter. Maybe we'll have the tree ready for when you come back."

"How do you mean that?"

"See for yourself."

She backed away from the center of the room and I finally saw it. There she was, on the bed looking at me. There's one of three questions that rushed in my mind.

"I don't get it... does she still remember me?"

"Hi dad."

Dashie started smiling and she goes towards me and hugged me tight. I could feel her relief of breath as she closed in. I hugged her back and Celestia smiles and then says,

"You tell me."

Celestia then told me,

"She has just told me everything about you. I must say, you're more than welcome to visit us through the tree forest."

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"I will show you later." Celestia closed. "Well, don't you have a race to be at?"

"How did you know that?"

Dashie spoke up, "We found the ticket, dad."

"Oh..."

"The delivery person was terrified when he saw us. Is that normal?" Celestia began.

"He saw you?"

Celestia nodded.

"That's not good for me. Well, you'll be back in Equestria anyway, right?"

Celestia nodded again.

"Alright! Lets go to the Indy 500." I say to get us hyped up.

"Yea!! " Dashie shouted as one last remark.

Not the end yet...

Author's Note

You have completed the story. You are now ready to move onto Part 2. The screen fades to black, and then the main menu screen is displayed. You can choose to continue playing the game, or go back to the main menu. What will you select? You can also choose to watch a short movie, to see how the game ends.

--A.I. Dungeon, 2021

Epilogue but there is not a lot of life ahead

Me and Dashie left to go see the Indy 500 in person. She is much excitement than my old, dirty, throat. It was going to happen at three hours in to the afternoon. It was possible to get her there in time before two fifty. Me and Dashie used the car that we have in the garage room.

She wanted to fly there, but I know exactly what routine to go and she didn't. Also, due to this being her last birthday present from me before she goes back to Equestria with a tree. The song on the radio was a classic, "Bye, bye Miss American pie..." the car that I bought with the house for selling my parent's old ones was a Chevrolet. And it's not a super car, it's a truck but it's fast as fuck.

I have a nice connection with this song. My mother loved it and so do I.

We go to a parking spot and I turn off the car. We exit the car and I watch as Dashie flies towards a cloud of her choice. I had to take the lines into the show. It was only a few seconds until I found my seat. I look up to look at the cloud that she took for herself. She was looking down and I see her head. I look back down to the Indy 500 and wait for it to continue to start.

It felt like I was getting to know my daughter again. Too bad this'll be the day I have to say goodbye. I don't care if I'm left behind. As long as I know that she'll be safe with her friends in Equestria. Some time later, we get home before it turns night. I see that the light from the living room is on. Celestia had to be here.

I drive in to the garage room and we take the door inside. Then I saw the tall pony watching the television. She looked confused like she was reading about Mcdonald's ice cream machines. I heard the sound of her voice coming from the t.v. I guess even the goddess herself isn't safe from the truth power of episode re runs.

She saw us come in from her right and she goes,

"Ah, good. you're back. How was it?"

It reminds me of my mother when me and my father used to go out and do something fun.

"I'm sure Dashie loved it."

"Not as much as I love you, dad. Thank you so much for this." Dashie started ecstatic.

Celestia closed the television off and told us,

"Well, lets go back back to Equestria."

We followed her outside and she goes into the forest next to the house. She takes us through a path that I believe was made by the gang of ponies that came by this morning.

"Here it is." Celestia started.

"Interesting."

It was the big tree that me and Dashie sat down under on the day she found out the truth. The tree trunk was moving slightly and I would know which tree was the portal but I already know from the memory.

"Would you like to come with us to say goodbye?" Celestia asked.

"Nah, maybe next time."

Celestia lets out a chuckle. "Okay, well you can visit us any time you like."

"Yup."

"Bye daddy... I love you." Dashie turned to hug me.

"Love ya too, Dashie."

I smiled as the two mares enter the portal Rainbow Dash first and Celestia stopped mid way to say,

"You're a great person, Mister Brian. You took care of one of my little ponies, along with giving us one last adventure. So again, thank you for being a friend."

And then she went through. I finally felt at piece. Dashie left on a good note. And I get to visit the world of Equestria with her. I still have another one of three questions I need answered, is the time difference fixed and moving along the same time? I guess I'll have to find out when I visit. I still have a lot of life ahead, and knowing Dashie 's safe is giving me motivation to keep going.

For her,
for my little Dashie always.

The Ended version of The Incident.

Author's Note

Here is an extra part for this weird-ass story:

If "My Little Dashie" was written by a bot: While I was out