Come As You Are

by SilverNotes

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Matilda, Other, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Drama
Length: 3653

Never have four little words on an invitation caused so much dread.

Two souls who found each other, and rekindled their relationship, so late in life are getting married, and the wedding is surely going to be a grand event. Both Cranky Doodle Donkey and Matilda have led long, eventful lives, and that's led to a long and varied guest list.

One such guest is looking at a wedding invitation from his first ever friend. He's going to go. He can't not go. But one little request, one added specifically for his invitation, has him stopping short. Four little words chilling him to the core.

Come as you are.

A standalone entry in the The Eventide Verse.
Other tag is for Kevin.
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Published 2024-04-22 21:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-11-29 20:12:18 UTC

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You are hereby invited to the wedding of Cranky Doodle Donkey and Matilda Majorera, to be held in the town of Ponyville on the 13th of Strawberrymoon.

Come as you are.

A unicorn paced in front of the mirror, giving glances to his reflection.

His silhouette was one that had been the stallion ideal... several centuries ago. Long legs, long neck, sharp chin paired with swooping muzzle. A long horn that curved slightly backward as it narrowed to its sharp point. It was look that one found described in books, depicted on tapestries, saw waxed poetic about by the smitten in poetry past.

In the modern day, it could be graciously called a type. A specific one, that evoked those times of story and song. He'd never looked right trotting down a modern street like this. He looked laughably anachronistic standing on a Manehattan street corner, hailing a taxi-carriage. But in a ballroom, at a party meant for Canterlot's elite, he could wrap himself in silk garments and walk out with head held high, and the eyes would drift to him.

He could invite a young pony off to the dancefloor and ensnare the imagination of those who daydreamed about being swept of their hooves by a mysterious stranger, never to know his origins, never to even know his real name, and never to see him again. Just a dizzying surreal moment like something out of a dream, a single dance, and then gone...

With his archaic handsomeness, he'd found a way to that strangely intoxicating affection that came from fantasies, however briefly, brought to life.

It was Matilda who had taught him to dance in the first place. She'd giggled, teased him about having four left hooves, occasionally noted that if he put on a little more muscle he might get more attention. She encouraged him to smile beyond the tiny ones that graced his muzzle in an attempt to look suave.

The unicorn looked at the invitation, glanced down at his fine suit, and went to change.

A griffon paced in front of the mirror, giving glances to his reflection.

Back half of a jaguar, front half of a falcon, he cut a striking profile, the sort that turned heads in Griffinstone. Not a strand of fur or single feather out of place. It has an effortless, subconscious thing, to strut just right to gather interest, to adjust the tilt of his head, the angle of his wings, the swish of his tail.

He'd bounced from town to town, back in the day. He'd dress himself well each time. Not a full suit, but just a garment or two, made of some kind of material that spoke to wealth. A hat, a necklace... just enough to intrigue. Any griffon who could afford even a small luxury was clearly a cut above. Sometimes the interest he attracted was just of someone who wanted to try to steal the shiny things he was brazen enough to wear, but sometimes...

Sometimes he could take a few well-placed words and a token gift or two, and stoke the fire of true affection. Showing a measure of generosity in a place where such things were rarely seen, leaving those who had briefly met him sure to never forget him.

Matilda had always laughed. Told him he moved less like a falcon and more like a peacock. She would tell him to relax, that he didn't have to impress anyone with her around. That he could relax, and spend some time with a friend.

The griffon looked at the invitation, glanced down at his gold necklace, and went to change.

A zebra paced in front of the mirror, giving glances to his reflection.

There was a warmth to his appearance. A roundness to the muzzle, the face in general, the eyes. A slightly portly midsection held up by shorter-than-average legs. He wasn't conventionally handsome, so much as he looked friendly, a stout little creature who could trot up to anyone, give a bright smile, and be greeted with open forelimbs.

He'd still had to move around a lot, and some of the times he'd left town, he'd had to do it with haste. Farasi needed carefully-placed hooves, and so he didn't try to win hearts so much as just brush against lives and leave other creatures happy to have met and chatted with him.

Brighten a day, ever so slightly, and bask in the appreciation.

Matilda was the one who had seen him crying. Who had rested next to him on the day the smiles wouldn't come. Had reassured him that he didn't need to constantly perform, entertain, and brighten. That she'd stay here next to him, even if his sunny smile was having a cloudy day.

The zebra looked at the invitation, glanced down at his colourful scarf, and went to change.

A donkey paced in front of the mirror, giving glances to his reflection.

Other donkeys would have called the jack something like average or nondescript, but it was more than that. He had the exact most common colour to his coat, and was the exact average height and weight. His legs, his ears, his muzzle, and his tail were the average length. He was practically the platonic ideal of donkey, the kind of thing that would be printed next to a picture in a textbook that would introduce children of other species to the concept of one.

He could blend in perfectly to a crowd, so long as the crowd consisted of donkeys. Even in a mixed crowd, the blandness of his appearance would see him wandering past eyes that barely saw him, and minds that would only remember seeing a donkey. So long as he walked as though he belonged somewhere, he was practically invisible.

Or sometimes, he wasn't quite invisible. Sometimes the eyes caught sight of features that were seen so often in so many donkeys, and their minds placed familiarity in them. Catch a small glance of him, out of the corner of their eye, and they may mistake him however briefly for a friend, family member, neighbour...

Matilda had glimpsed him once, had turned her head suddenly with eyes lit up with hope... and he'd watched that hope die an instant later.

The donkey looked at the invitation, glanced down at his plain black bowtie, and went to change.

A changeling looked directly at the mirror, staring down his reflection.

It was hard for other creatures to tell changelings apart. Subtle shade differences in eyes and wings seemed lost on them, and not a one knew how to do identify the patterns in the holes of their legs, unique to each and every one of them. By changeling standards... he was reasonably handsome, or at least that's what he'd been told. These days, he imagined he'd be seen even more so.

After all, he was pretty well fed.

It'd been so long, skipping through so many personas, that his true face looked alien. The unicorn, the griffon, the zebra, the donkey, and so many more. Each had a carefully crafted approach to life, a purpose that drove him to put them on in the right places and times, and he wore each mask with ease.

Come as you are.

But there'd been a time before.

His name had once been Katydid, and he hoped to never be addressed by that name ever again. The twisting tunnels of the hive had been all he'd known, and his only purpose had been to help with its constant expansion to house each new changeling. There'd been more soldiers being born than ever, and that meant that the constructors had to work extra hard.

Perhaps he should have picked up on why the queen had been expanding the ranks of the soldier caste, but he hadn't thought much of it at the time. He'd been young when the change had started, and so the increasing workload had seemed normal.

(He would ask himself, time and time again, if knowing would have changed anything. Could he have warned everyone? Would he have found the bravery to? Would anyone have listened?)

But land around the hive was dangerous, and there'd been--

Claws teeth moving fast breaking chitin so many screams

--something in the tunnels. He'd headed for the surface, because that was the only place he could think to go. He'd wandered those badlands, disoriented and afraid, until he'd been so hungry he hadn't been able to mask himself at all. Alone, desperate, and he'd... somehow made a friend.

He hadn't understood then, and he still didn't now. He didn't understand why she hadn't recoiled and run screaming. Matilda had knocked him aside after his lunge, planted her front hooves on him to pin him to the earth, and had just... talked to him. She hadn't even truly known if he was sapient, but she'd tried talking anyway.

There'd been other creatures there. Alpacas, camels... there had been recoiling there, and they'd been shocked when he'd started talking back.

Matilda had gotten him to follow her. She'd gotten the rest to swear themselves to secrecy about what they saw.

It was strange how easy it was to... listen to her. There was something soothing about her that made a creature want to.

Come as you are.

How could he? After Canterlot...

He'd been so afraid. Matilda was a personal friend of Princess Celestia--how that had happened, he was still trying to pry out of her, but trying to get a secret out of a donkey who didn't want to share was a feat that even the famed Rockhoof would balk at--and for several days, he'd worried that she might have been present at the royal wedding. Thankfully, no, she'd been safe in her home, but that was only the first fear.

It'd been so long since changelings had openly raided, not since the siege of Trot. They'd faded into legend, assumed gone or even something that'd never existed. The creatures who'd found him hadn't even known what he was, because the few whispered legends didn't say a thing about what changelings even looked like.

Now they were a very real and present danger in the minds of creatures, and for him to step into Ponyville like this...

Matilda wouldn't ask if she didn't think it was safe. She might have a plan, he reasoned. This might be her way of ensuring his safety, of making sure that he wasn't mistaken for an infiltrator of a hive that he hadn't been affiliated with for years. Step into the light, take off the mask, and show that he was peaceful.

Come as you are.

But what came after? Once he showed himself, what happened to the life he'd been living? He'd settled into a small town, put down roots, tried to be beneath notice. Now he would be noticed, all at once.

He didn't know.

Kevin looked at the invitation, looked down at himself...

And with a deep breath and trembling wings, chose not to change.

Slice of Life

"...Everypony is the star of their own story, and it's not just the main characters in our stories that make life so rich. It's everypony, those who play big parts and those who play small..."

Creatures were staring.

Kevin had tucked himself in the back of the room, trying not to draw much attention to himself. To an extent, it'd worked, as most were more concerned with the jack and jenny at the front of the hall than with him, but that hadn't stopped some of the other guests from recoiling, and a number of foals climbing over one another to get away from him. His heart was pounding, but he forced himself to stay put and be a good wedding guest, sitting quietly and attentively.

All the love in the air didn't hurt. He was able to drink it in passively as he sat there, watching his first friend finally tie the knot with the jack of her dreams. If changelings had tears, he may have cried at the sight. After all, she'd told him of that Gala, so long ago...

There was so much love, in fact, that he couldn't feed on it all. Then he watched what had originally looked like flowers explode into fireworks, and the joy of the stallion who leaped up in response was something Kevin could taste from way over here, adding a new layer to the flavours.

In fact... those fireworks seemed like a good cue to skedaddle. He'd come, he'd supported his friend, he'd been a model guest, and now he could head home with a clear conscience. Kevin looked around briefly, slowly stepped down from his chair, and, trying to minimize the 'click click' of his chitinous hooves as much as possible, headed for the door.

"Excuse me... Kevin, was it?"

He froze, and slowly turned his head.

He'd seen a few pictures of Princess Luna before. As under a rock as the town he'd settled down in could be, her return had made a lot of waves, and her images had been all over the newspapers, especially when her first public appearance on Nightmare Night followed. Briefly cancelling a beloved holiday would do that.

Still, nothing was quite like seeing an alicorn up close. She radiated power in a way that he couldn't fully describe, but just being near her made it feel like a cold weight had been placed on his back, making it harder to breathe. Her mane and tail were mesmerizing, looking like a portal to some kind of starlit realm as they flowed in an almost liquid-like manner.

And she... didn't seem angry. He sensed calm curiosity, along with a hint of hope.

"Yes, that's... me." His own buzzing voice sounded alien, with how much he'd been altering it for years.

The other, larger alicorn spotted the two of them and approached as well, and Kevin found out that it was possible to both feel too hot and too cold at the same time. He felt like the desert sun was beating down at him at the same time he was being weighed down by ice. Watching the colours dancing in Princess Celestia's mane threatened to somehow make compound eyes cross themselves.

"We won't keep you too long," Celestia assured, and he wished he could trust that smile. "But we did hope to talk to you. Matilda's told me a lot about you. Though, until now, she'd neglected to mention your..."

"Species?" Kevin finished for her, and received a nod. "If it helps, I didn't enter Equestria illegally. I checked 'other' in that section of the paperwork."

He wasn't sure if he imagined that wince. He couldn't get an emotional read on the elder alicorn at all, and suspected she was deliberately countering his empathy. "And at the time, 'other' would have been most species, something we're working to correct." Celestia smiled at him again. "But this isn't about that. You aren't in trouble."

"We would, however, like to speak to you," Luna added. "Given... recent events."

His ears drooped slightly. Spending time as donkey made them prone to doing that. As he looked past the two looming ponies, however, he caught Matilda's gaze, who offered him an encouraging smile, and the hot and cold suddenly felt a little less oppressive.

"Okay... let's talk."

"You want me to what?"

The ride to Canterlot could have been politely described as tense. Kevin had been allowed to take on his usual dsiguise form, despite the fact sky chariots were at so high an altitude that few creatures would be able to see that the princesses had a passenger at all, let alone what species that passenger was. It'd simply been more comfortable that way, even if, under the circumstances, he had started pretty far from comfortable in the first place. And so, when they'd touched down by the palace, there had been two princesses and one very nondescript donkey stepping out and going to Princess Celestia's private study.

The room was a bit cramped with three creatures, especially when two of them were alicorn-sized, but Kevin had done what he'd done at the wedding, which was take his seat and do his level best to take up as little space as possible as he sat quietly and listened. He'd nodded, occasionally, when polite to, throwing in the occasional "yes your highness" when it felt appropriate, and but he'd otherwise not spoken, simply waiting for the moment when the horseshoe dropped.

And boy had it.

Princess Celestia offered a sympathetic smile. "I know it may come as a shock, but given the circumstances--"

"Shock is an understatement." He held up a hoof, trying to find the words. "I'm... You have to understand, here. I was worker-caste. Basic physical labour. I didn't even know how to read and write until Matilda taught me. She had to help me with my immigration paperwork." Another hoof joined the first, and started to wave about. "There is absolutely no way, no how, that I'm suitable for running a government department."

"Then who would we appoint instead?" Princess Luna cut in, her voice even.

The flailing of the hooves increased in speed. "Anybuggy else!"

Princess Luna's voice and emotions alike stayed even. "...I repeat. Who would we appoint? Do you know of anybuggy else who has been peacefully living in Equestria for decades?"

The hooves froze. Slowly lowered. "...No," he admitted softly. "All this time, I've been..."

Alone. Alone, with only Matilda knowing the truth.

"...The only one I know of," he finished, quietly.

"You're also the only one we know of, Kevin," Princess Celestia continued, voice radiating empathy. "There may be more, and they could be in danger from overzealous, paranoid ponies. There may even be changelings who ended up in our borders after the invasion who want to defect. We don't know. And if they are out there, and they're found, we don't have anyone to help them. You'd be a friendly face, to greet them."

A friendly face. Creatures who would see his natural face, and be happy to see it.

Kevin's shoulders slumped. "...Will I have to move to Canterlot? I've been in Galloping Gorge for so long..."

Princess Celestia smiled, shaking her head. "No, we'll send for you when we need you. We don't want to uproot you, Kevin. The more that you can maintain your normal life, the better."

A slow sigh escaped him, his body slumping all the more. "Okay. I'll do it."

Princess Luna smiled as well. "Thank you, Kevin. You have no idea how much we appreciate this."

"They want you to what?"

The home was small and spartan. It always had been. Houses in Galloping Gorge tended to be small, squat, sturdy dwellings, and Kevin had seen no reason to deviate from the standard, in that or any other way.

The town was a earth pony majority, with the population of donkeys a close second. The natural result of that was the number three most common demographic, mules. There were a few pegasi who kept their own modest cloud dwellings above the rest, one small herd of cattle, and, lastly, three unicorns. It made his preferred form of a donkey fit right in, utterly unremarkable among the populous.

How bare his house was could strike as odd, however. For one thing, nearly every home in town would have its interior covered in photos, of family both immediate and extended. He only had a few, with only a single other donkey in them. The same jenny who was now sitting on his couch with a teacup between her front hooves.

"You had no idea?" Kevin asked as he sipped lightly at his own tea.

He'd had some time to process this, only inviting Matilda to come see him after she'd had her honeymoon and settled back into her life in Ponyville. He wouldn't have been able to forgive himself if he interrupted her trip with his worries.

Matilda shook her head. "I thought they might have some questions to ask you, and I knew they were worried about the safety of other changeling citizens. But I didn't know they were planning to dedicate that much creature power to it."

"Department of Changeling Affairs," Kevin recited, then gave a weak laugh. "I'm thinking my first official act is going to be to come up with a better name." He sighed, looking down at the cup again, cradled in one of the holes in his leg. He shifted his position, watching the liquid swish in the cup. "...Do you really think I can do this, Mattie?"

"I do." The answer came without a hesitation. "You're a good creature, Kevin. I think for somebuggy who's confused and scared, you'll be able to put them at ease."

He didn't look up, still looking at the tea. "I hadn't even really considered that there may be others. But now it seems obvious, that there must be. Others who got separated, or took on a role and just... never put it down."

Were some of them right under his nose? Even right here in Galloping Gorge? Neighbours who he'd passed by a hundred times, never knowing that he had much more in common with them than he'd ever thought? Who he could have helped feel less alone in a crowd?

Matilda reached out a hoof, resting it against his foreleg. "You can do this. I believe in you."

He looked up, at his first friend, and for a minute, the nerves settled. "Thank you. You've always had confidence in me when I couldn't find my own."

It didn't matter how nervous he was. Changelings in Equestria needed him, and he'd rise to the challenge.

He'd help them like Matilda had helped him, and show them that they had friends.