Broken Friends And Broken Eyes

by Drakewaffles

Rating: teen
Tags: Derpy Hooves, DJ P0N-3, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad
Length: 2184

Derpy recounts how her eye's became the way they are

My name is Derpy Hooves and this.... is how I got my eyes

Published 2012-10-12 20:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-12 20:10:01 UTC

1

Derpy lays down in a field the very field where her life changed forever. The mail mare sniffles at the memory, she buries her face into the grass. Why? Why couldn’t they just accept her just the way she was? She rolls onto her back and stares to the best of her ability at the beautiful night sky the wonderful stars and the breathtaking moon. It was one of the few things she could count on to be there to make her feel better. She sighs pulling her eyes away from it, she didn’t deserve to see something so amazing she was just stupid and troublesome no good for anypony- “Hey, Derpy!” A smiling rainbow maned Pegasus calls out, waving one of her cyan hooves.

“O-oh hi Dash” the grey Pegasus answers wiping away her tears waving back. The cyan mare makes her way over to Derpy smile still in place as she sits down beside her.

“Derpy, why do you put up with all the insults?” Dash says her smile fading as she looks at Derpy knowing that the poor Pegasus had to deal with it most of her life. Dash knew that Derpy was an expert at hiding how she feels. Often times Derpy would act silly just to get some ponies to laugh with her and not at her, Dash still didn‘t quite understand why, but she accepted that it makes Derpy feel better.

“B-because its tru-”

“No! you’re not stupid, you’re not a clutz and you are not a reject and don’t you dare let anyone tell you otherwise! The only stupid thing you’ve ever done was think that you’re stupid, understand?” Dash quickly states her wings flared out. Derpy gives Dash a look of shock at the sudden outburst. Dash sighs and looks Derpy straight in the eyes.

“Okay, Derpy? I hate seeing my friends sad and I know that ponies teasing you makes you upset, but they’re not going to stop until you do something about it.” Rainbow says, surprisingly serious, for her at least.

“Okay Dash…. But what can I do? No matter what I’ll say my eyes will still be like this and ponies will still stare and laugh at me.” Derpy mumbles her earlier tears returning. Dash looks down sadly searching for the right words to make her friend feel better, she sighs she was going to have to tell Derpy something that she has never told anyone in her entire life.

“Derpy I’m going to tell you something but I need you to Pinkie Promise that you won’t tell anypony” Dash whispers, though she knew it was pointless because no pony ever came to this field.

“I Pinkie Promise cross my heart hope to fly stick a muffin in my eye” Derpy says making the gestures that go along with the promise. Dash takes a deep breath.

“Believe it or not, I used to get teased a lot when I was younger not about my flying or about my dream about becoming a wonder bolt. They teased me about my mane you see…. Its not actually Rainbow coloured my real mane colour is a plain white with random patches of black here and there” Dash says keeping her voice barely above a whisper. The mail mare looks at Dash, her tears coming to a slow stop.

“But your name is Rainbow Dash why would your parents name you that, if you had a white mane with black spots?” She asks genuinely confused about it.

“I don’t know why, they just did I guess they were being ironic about it….” Dash admits laying down resting her chin on her front hooves. “I just wish that they didn’t… “ she adds.

“Oh Dash I’m so sorr-”

“Don’t be its really no big deal, I was just trying to show you that it is possible to get past the teasing and name calling if you try” Dash interrupts.

“Okay I’ll try to make them stop” she responds. “Wait, you never told me how you got them to stop and you dyed your mane rainbow coloured so that means all you did was hide it so the teasing stopped” she adds frustrated.

“Well… that’s kinda differ-”

“No its not! They teased you so all you did was hide it so that they couldn’t make fun of you! There’s no way for me to hide my eyes even if I wore glasses they already know what my eyes look like!” Derpy interjects. Now it was Dash’s turn to look shocked out of all the ponies she would expect this from, Derpy was somewhere near the bottom.

“You don’t need to hide your eyes, you just have to stand up for yourself!” she argues.

“Then if all I need to do is stand up for myself then why didn’t you stand up to the ponies who teased you about your mane instead of hiding it?” Derpy counters. Dash scowls before sighing. She stands up and flaps her wings lifting herself off the ground.

“Sorry… when you feel a little come down to Sugarcube Corner so we can talk” Dash mutters as she flies away, flapping her wings quickly. Derpy sighs and lies down, burying her head in the grass again feeling the cool night air in her mane. She lies there for hours until in her dreams, recalls the events of that day:

“Come on Derpy lets go play in the field” a young blue maned unicorn Insisted, practically dragging the young Derpy there. The sun was high in the sky indicating that it was sometime in the afternoon.

“Okay, okay Vinyl. Why do you like going there anyway?” she asks trying to make conversation. She wasn’t the greatest at that. She kept to herself for the most part but after she met Vinyl she started to talk to other ponies more often.

“I like it because there I can play my music as loud as I want for as long as I want without anypony telling me to stop” the musical unicorn Explains. “plus its big enough to play tag in. Speaking of which... You’re it” She adds giggling as she runs away playfully.

“Hey no fair” Derpy giggles and gives chase to her friend, flapping her wings as she runs trying to lift off the ground. Vinyl runs into the field stopping in the middle frozen as she sees a rickety old cart head towards her.

“VINYL LOOK OUT!” Derpy shouts pushing Vinyl out of the way. The cart hits Derpy’s side her head taking the brunt of the impact. She collapses as the cart drives away. Blood starts to leak out of a fresh wound on Derpy’s head as her vision goes blurry. The last thing she see’s is Vinyl running towards her looking very concerned.

“Derpy! Derpy are you okay?” Vinyl asks as she desperately tries to stop the bleeding. What could she do she thinks, trying to put pressure on the wound unsure if it was helping any.

“Don’t die Derpy! Please don’t die…” She cries as she looks down at her broken friend unable to help.

2

The morning sun starts to raise above the tree tops, casting its warm rays down on the grey mail mare, waking her from her dream. Derpy sleepily wipes her eyes as she stands up, stretching her wings out. She walks over to her house the soft dirt sifting slightly beneath her hooves, the cold morning air blows through her grey coat. She shivers as she reaches the door of her house, she lifts one of her hooves up and lightly pushing the wooden door open. She glances at the T.V as she trots inside. There was an interview being broadcast. Derpy slips her mail bag onto her shoulder as she watches the interview. The interviewer waves away their guest.

*Canterlot studios*

“And our next guest I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for! She’s the the Queen of wubs: DJ PON3!” The enthusiastic host Announces, making an exaggerated wave of her fore hoof towards Vinyl. Vinyl Walks onto the stage and takes a seat on a couch as the studio audience cheers with excitement.

“Call me Vinyl, DJ PON3 is just my stage name.” The blue maned unicorn says, turning away for a second to wave at the audience. The interviewer nods politely silently agreeing to call her vinyl.

“Now, Vinyl there has been rumours about you. One of which is that you and a certain cello playing earth pony doing ‘things’ in private, is that true?” The interviewer asks, motioning for the cameras to move closer. Vinyl stiffles a laugh trying to remain professional about it.

“No, it is not true, Tavi is just a close friend and a fellow musician.” Vinyl answers removing her glasses and placing them on the table that separates her from the interviewer. The interviewer moves onto the next question, quickly to keep the show going on time.

“This next question I have for you comes from another rumour. Is it true that you have a fear of hospitals?” The interviewer questions. Vinyl looks down at her fore hooves.

“Yeah, I’ve had a fear of them since I was a filly…” She Responds as she starts thinking about how she gained that fear.

“would you mind telling me and the viewers at home why?” The interviewer asks. Vinyl continues to look down recalling what happen:

“Don’t die! Please don’t die Derpy!” A young Vinyl pleads as she applies pressure onto a bleeding gash on Derpy’s head, unsure if it was doing anything to help.

“Don’t worry Derpy, I-I’m going to get help!” The white coated unicorn says as she stands up and runs towards Ponyville. Gotta get help, gotta get help. Were the only thoughts racing through her mind as she runs through the streets of Ponyville. She skids to a halt in front of the first pony she sees.

“I need your help! Me and my friend were playing tag then a cart came out of no where and hit her. She’s bleeding, I tried to put pressure on it but it didn’t help!” Vinyl explains quickly, her voice cracking a bit. The older Pegasus Mare gives Vinyl a worried look.

“Okay I’ll help, where is she?” The pegasai mare asks, concern embedded in her voice.

“S-she’s at the field by the edge of SweetApple Acres” She says, her voice cracking again. With out another word the pegasai picks up Vinyl and flies at top speed to the field. The wind blows through their manes. All vinyl could hear was the loud sound of air rushing past as they made their way to the field. They land with a small thud. Derpy’s broken figure still lies where Vinyl left her, a small pool of blood has already formed around the fallen pegasai filly. The pegasai mare wastes no time carefully lifting Derpy onto her back. Vinyl looks at her friend partially feeling guilty about what happened.

“Try to apply pressure gently onto the wound” The pegasai instructs. Vinyl places her hooves on the wound and holds down, putting some pressure on it. The Pegasus wait’s a few moments before unfurling her wings and starts flapping them, lifting of the ground. She turns in the direction of the Hospital and starts to fly towards it being careful to keep the two fillies on her back.

They land at the Hospital rushing through the front door to the check in desk.

“Miss Heart Cross. This filly needs help, she got hit by a cart.” The pegasai explains to the earth pony at the desk, gesturing to Derpy. Vinyl’s head starts reeling, the smells of medicines, blood and cleaning product fill her nostrils making her dizzy. She falls off of the Pegasus and onto the ground. She wakes up an hour later, the doctor tells her that she had a bad reaction to the smell due to a mixture of smells that had formed a gas compound that has a bad effect on young colts and fillies causing them to pass out or suffer memory loss and sometimes even hallucinations. The doctor leaves after much prompting from Vinyl. After the doctor leaves she goes in search of Derpy’s room, wanting to apologize to her for making her go to the field. She opens a door slowly and peeks in, she lets out a shrill shriek at the sight. It was a pony who was horribly burnt, they had third degree burns covering half of their body. Vinyl closes the door and heads down to the waiting room, remaining completely silent as she sits down in a chair and looks down at her fore hooves.

authors note

I kinda rushed through things here and there but! I have a reason, most of these are memories and sometimes older memories seem sped up or have chunks missing. So that’s how some of the story is going to be written. I know some people may not like this choice but I find it works for the story that I’m trying to tell.