What Happened In September

What Happened In September

Part 1: The Beginning of the End

October 29th:

I can't remember, what happened in September;

When everything is gone, when it's dark and I'm alone.

It's been forever, since I could have remembered;

Where the hell is everypony? I just want to know the story

Of what happened right before, I've become so alone.

August 29th:

There were birds chirping, air blowing from the east of Equestria. How did I know what specific direction it was blowing from? I am not your typical pony. My name is Professor DaD. No, I am not a father. My true name is Death and Decay, though I don't want to be defined by my burden of a title.

All my life I've tried to escape the cheap jokes and rude looks. Ponies who just won't respect me for having parents that never wanted a colt. They took their anger out on my birth, and a doomed name was given to a doomed foal. If I could change it I would, but nothing of the sort ever happened in pony history. I was stuck in remorse for causing my parents the grief of my own existence.

I studied for countless hours, slaving over book after book, and eventually was eligible for the job of professor at the Ponyville University of Science and Magic. It helped to raise my hopes, but not necessarily get rid of the glares and comments.

I hurried off through Ponyville, heading to the one pony who has shown any compassion for me. "Mike, are you home?" I knocked again, hoping my only friend would be home to talk.

There was the sound of multiple metals unlocking, and the door creaked open. "Hello Death, come right in, there's much to talk about." Mike gestured inside as I obliged, heading for my usual seat in his own personal library.

Michael Delachord to the outside world is like me; terrifyingly unwanted. My tombstone cutie mark may be more frightening than his microphone (though nopony knows why his mark is a mic), but ponies see him as a madpony. He can go on and on about there being no future in Equestria, but I know he isn't completely mental. He's my one friend, and I'm his. Us against the world.

"They did it again," Mike began, "They all think I'm screwy."

I sighed, "Tell me what happened." Truth is, I've heard this many times before. Different stories, same ending.

"There I was, doing my daily shopping, when these two foals started throwing rocks at me! I alerted their owners-"

"Parents," I corrected.

"-And you know what they said? They said I deserved it!"

"And then you threatened them?" I assumed, knowing how these situations always end.

"It had to be done! I told them they'd get what's coming to them, and they will be sorry they ever messed with the Ma- Ugh.. I mean..." Michael looked around, obviously confused on what happened.

I frowned. This was new, him forgetting his own name? "Michael, remember? Michael Delachord?"

He simply nodded, obviously lost in thought. "Yes.. Yes, that's it..."

We sat in silence for a long while. I didn't want to be rude to my one friend, so we sat longer. Finally I managed to clear my throat and say, " I better be going, I've got some... Errands to run."

Michael looked up with a mysteriously dark grin, which I've gotten used to from him. "Yes, that you do Death. Heh heh..."

I never understood why he would do that. Surely he hadn't figured out my secret... Right? I left his abode and started my walk to my destination. As I walked I suddenly felt something strike my hip. I yelped in pain and inspected my side to find a scab along with some dried blood. "Huh?" Looking around to see what might have caused this, I found nothing.

"Weird.." I continued along, quickening my pace a bit. I wondered if I had healing powers, but quickly dismissed the thought. That would be ridiculous. Me, have abnormal abilities? The only power I had was to clear a room by walking into it.

Finally I had arrived at my destination; the alley between Sugar Cube Corner and an old run down shack. Stories say the abandoned building was also a bakery, and was the only one for a long while. Though the rumors get darker, saying that there were many different homicides there, with the murderer never found. So they shut the place down, and then they made SCC. Not the kinda place I should be sneaking around with my title, but there were... Certain reasons why I needed to be here.

"Deathly!" The next thing I felt were two forehooves wrapping around me in a warm embrace.

"Nice to see you too, Pink."

Allow me to revise my previous statements of not having any other friends than Mike. Well, perhaps Pinkie Pie wasn't only a friend, but more. We have to be secretive, making sure no other ponies knew. We weren't sure if me dating the baker would raise my popularity or end hers, so I told her we wouldn't need to test it. Secret lovers, meeting everyday among the shadows.

"I missed you so much, don't ever leave me again!"

"Pink, I've only been gone a night," I reminded.

"It felt like forever," the pink pony replied as she nuzzled me.

I loved her, not only because she actually liked me, but because she cared. Truth be told, she herself feels like an outcast. Her friends laugh at her for being different and crazy, and she doesn't stop because it's all she's ever known. I'm her escape, and I'm more than ok with that. She is mine, too.

"What's this?" Pinkie Pie asked as she gently placed a hoof near my injury.

"To be honest, I don't know. I found it on me while walking here."

Carefully, Pinkie rubbed the scab as I winced. A small crumb of something I wasn't sure of was left on her hoof.

"It's bits of rock," she proclaimed. "Were you hit?"

"I don't think so.. I'm not sure," I admitted.

She placed a hoof on my shoulder. "If there is ever anything wrong, just tell me ok? I'll help you."

"Thanks, Pink. Same time tomorrow?"

"I'll be here." She planted a kiss on my muzzle and gave a quick goodbye hug, then I went back into the night once more. I loved her so much, she always made me feel safe.

Pinkie went back into the bakery from the back door, not noticing the big blue box lurking in the shadows of the alley way, or the peering eyes from inside.

October 29th:

Still can't remember, what happened in September;

Back when everypony died, trails of blood during my stride.

I just discovered, that the ponies were defeated by something very strong

It seemed very weird and wrong

It just doesn't belong; like it came out of this world.

TO BE CONTINUED...