The clock's annoying alarm disturbs me from a sound sleep and I brutally smash my fist down onto it repeatedly until the noise quelled. I slide off my bed, achingly stretching both arms & legs as I stepped on the cloudy-white soft carpet covering every inch of my domain. I made way towards the mirrored closet meanwhile passing a short white dresser. After having a self reflective stand-off with my mirrored counterpart, I slide the closet open, peeking inside where I immediately noticed a coal-black suit-jacket and pants hung on a hanger.
Exiting the bedroom, with jacket and pants in arms, I travel along through the narrowed hallway towards my kitchenette. Laying the clothes on a kitchen chair, I sought out for the perfect ceramic mug in the cupboard where there's various cups from which to choose; some of red, blue and white, or one's with words "Good Morning" printed aside. I randomly selected a plain white mug then closed the cabinet.
While patiently waiting for the brewing coffee, I glanced out the kitchen window admiring the blazing star arising from stunning acres of verdant slopes. Off to the side there were some plentiful towering maple trees partially blocking the view.
Once the coffee was done, I poured the rancid liquid into the chosen mug and drank its bitterness. Without delay, and ready for the day, I hopped into my black BMW, ignited the roaring engine and drove the ten mile commute to work. The big city, really a metropolis, that I once declared invigorating and prosperous, has lately been feeling like a daily struggle of survival. Crime is everywhere on a regular basis and escalating. Many former businesses that used to run our economic culture are in run-down conditions with the streets lined by homeless beggars roaming about with littered cups of deficient change.
While driving, and zoning in thought, a red light suddenly brought me back to reality. I quickly stopped. Then out of nowhere a tarnished man in staggered and putrid rags for clothing was to the left of me, idling there, and for a moment I was confused. I wasn't sure what I should do, or what he expected me to do.
He took a couple of steps closer, grunting in a shriveled voice, "Can you spare some change?", he begged. I obliged by dropping a handful of metal coins into his empty palms and quickly drove off, snickering hysterically knowing that I gave the poor fool outdated arcade tokens.
Work isn't much different. Being a journalist meant you write factual events that are printed in the local newspaper. I, on the other hand, scribble gossip just for the amusement of ruining other people's lives. Luckily my boss favors me, otherwise I would have been fired years ago. This was a fantastic life, for me that is.
I have a made-up career as an author writing countless fictional novels in my home's office. Novels that'd end up scrapped or shredded, anyway. My office surroundings are simple at best; a cheap white desk, a banker's lantern, and a laptop specifically used for online billing payments. I often read my old "gamer's" magazines there too but I abandoned the likes of gaming many years back. Which explained why I had those tokens (recalling the homeless man earlier from today). Reading magazines was certainly better than reading the newspapers, to me at least.
Whenever frustration hit me, so does a writing block. Causing me to bum on the brown couch in the living room watching cartoon television shows to ease my tension. I have adored cartoons ever since I was little, and they're a part of my life even now that I'm fully grown. Their quirky adventures and humorous antics were remedies to those lonely, oppressing years. Growing older, I realize they are practically another useless habit like my dreams of becoming a writer. Even so, watching them always make me smile whenever I feel glum or somber.
The grandfather clock -- given to me by my foster father -- sang its musical chimes at 9:00PM; alarming me that it was time for a nocturnal rest. Preparing for the nightly ritual I brushed my teeth and slipped on a pair of old-worn flannel pajamas, and I slid under the thick cozy sheets and slumbered the night away afterwards
Tomorrow's sun ascends from one end of earth's unreachable edge and glares me with its scorching gaze; readying for yet another diurnal course of dull life. After showering and eating breakfast, I peered out the window seeing inexplicable storm clouds ominously reigning over the wild blue yonder. Although yesterday the weather channel had foretold this was going to be a clear, sunny day. I wonder to myself why I even check the weather forecast, they mostly never get it right. Just one more wrong thing in the day.
My phone then spontaneously rings. Answering it I greeted first, "Hello, sir.", knowing that it was my boss. 'Thank God for caller ID' I thought.
He heeded a warning about the threatening storm and strongly recommended I remain indoors until it subsides. That being said, I resumed slouching in the living room watching more cartoons. When my phone rings it's usually a surprise, because the way how I treat others so poorly I have no friends with which to talk. There are random times when my mother calls with the typical parental wonderment of how I'm doing. However I don't find being anti-social problematic, it's the very reason I live miles away from civilization.
After awhile, I needed something more than Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon and Disney (since I've pretty much seen every popular show), so I surfed channel to channel searching for anything of interest. I stumbled on an unfamiliar network called 'The Hub'.
Pondering on the selection, I settled in for what this newly found host had to offer. Time escaped me as I found few of their features entertaining. Although I have seen better. Later my stomach protested loudly for food, so I rushed off to the kitchen with developed cravings for a ham sandwich along the journey. Paying astute attention to assembling the ingredients (much like you would when creating a masterpiece), I barely heard The Hub's annunciation of its premier program from the kitchen, so I hurried completing my edible work of art and returned to the scheduled programming for which I was curious. The show -- My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic -- showed up on screen and started playing its harmonious theme. I immediately cringed from the sight of it, saying to myself, "Yeah, not happening."
I extend an arm out for the remote control in order to change the channel, but an unknown force refrains me from grabbing it - weighing my body down heavily that I could not budge a single movement. What twisted paranormal activity succumbs me to this abominable program? Is it the wondrous melody, the colorful environment? It was quite a mystery to untangle.
My attention was mystically caught by a timid pegasus named Fluttershy who appeared on screen. Her piercing blue eyes, her silk-like pinkish mane, her tender voice, allured me into a trance. It was like being on a titanic ship cruising over vast, calm waters of an ocean. Soothing and tranquil. Until suddenly the booming thunder disrupts my voyage, making it set a collision course into an iceberg, thus snapping me out of hypnosis. I then swiped the remote and turned off the television as quickly as possible.
I couldn't perceive that surreal exploit; it had been like my mind was warped to an abyssal pit as my vision blurred. Then I remembered the sandwich creation being prepared just before the show, therefore I made a mental note as a reminder: I ought to be careful how much I use of my "special" secret sauce. It sufficed as a reasonable explanation of my programming choices.
Time prolapses and the relentless storm continues its devastating downpour. Lightning then strikes, and my whole house faints to a total power outage. With no electricity, or television, I resort to using the wifi-hotspot on my smartphone and battery-charged laptop to sign-in online.
Browsing the internet on YouTube, I bothered listening to some Dead Island Trailer music with the rain & thunder going on outside. They complimented each other so perfectly. But the same can't be said of the comments section. Turns out that 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic' somehow burrows itself being related to this video. 'My Little Dashie'? 'Save Derpy'? 'Brony Community'?. This absurdity had me chuckling at every bit of it.
The lightning's flash outside startled me and caused me to jump so abruptly that I almost flung off my swivel chair. Afterward, the power came back alive as a light bulb above me flickered its way on as the mighty storm & winds lifted instantaneously. Things just keep getting more interesting by the minute.
Finally with returned power, I attended the living room tempting myself on watching more cartoons. But frankly there came a point when a viable thought occurred 'When was the last time I cleaned the house?'
Responsibility & laziness initiate a conflict within my brain; fighting as to whether I do chores or do nothing. Soon the conscious rebellion was resolved by responsibility's triumph. I note down a small list of chores, having the chore 'clean garage' as my first choice. In the brightened hallway I halt at the garage door, breathed deeply, twisting it's brass knob clockwise. Creaking it open I've already been welcomed by a repulsive stench emanating inside, an odor so disgustingly foul that I gagged from barely sniffing it. To resist breathing the smell I mask my nose with my shirt's collar, and I proceeded inwards.
The garage's yielding darkness shrouds my field of vision, and I flicked the light switch, but it was burnt out. It is fortunate that I carry a pocket-sized flashlight to help guide my footsteps. I crept more than walked as I can partially see, finding myself squinting with pure adrenaline driven to concentration. Coming upon an object amidst the shadows, I stopped and discovered it to be a table with assorted cardboard boxes laid on top of it. Looking into them, there were all sorts of miscellaneous items not worthy remembering or attaching a name to. Exploring through the useless junk I did find an album labelled 'Linkin Park'. Long ago I loved their reputable rock music, but as years pass you tend to grow out of it, so I threw away the CD and continued scavenging with less vigor. Having no absolute luck finding anything else I discouragingly sighed "Nothing..."
Not much else to do, I weakly tap my white adidas to the furniture's leg, but all of a sudden the leg snaps, breaking in two, then all the boxes and table horribly came crashing down creating a huge ruckus. Afterwards a faint, squeaking noise was heard further back of the garage, making me presume it was mice. Despite thinking that way, I delve deeper towards it's whereabouts, but getting closer thickens the horrid stench and I could dare say something might have died in here. Later, coming to an immediate halt, I notice a stray cardboard box impeding my pathway. Rather peculiar there's a box astray from the others, and I once again hear the squeaking coming directly from within.
Leaning down and inspecting it, I made obvious statements this is an ordinary box that may contain nests of mice. However, my curiosity thwarts the theory, making me infinitely assume what else may be inside. Soon I overhear the grandfather clock's chimes go off from the living room, and because I want to stay on schedule, I stood up shrugging, then walked out leaving the cardboard container unopened.
Hours later, at midnight precise, I woke up contorting underneath my sheets, yearning for cool refreshments. So I went into the kitchen and drank an icy-cold glass of water from the faucet, then went straight back to bed to slowly drift away once again. But before I have fully gone to sleep, that confounded cardboard box reappears inside my mind and no matter how I claimed it's nothing out of the ordinary, my undying curiosity compels me to return.
After several failed attempts resisting, I got up walking past out of the bedroom and into the garage with a flashlight in hand. As I entered, tracking back where I previously found it, I remain puzzled why my curiousness has dragged me out here just to see what this box contains. There could be a variety of things that aren't worth value, or am I wrong? Regardless, whatever's inside, opening it is the only way I can relieve this unbearable stress I'm enduring; the only way to get closure.
I bent a knee down as I lowered my head closer while clenching the flashlight between my teeth, opening lid by lid with my free bare hands. By removing two already can I see something... furry and small, like a puppy almost. As I remove the third lid that's when my heart began beating eccentrically as I familiarize the banana-colored fur. I grew hesitant lifting the final lid, but when I did, what I saw cannot possibly be real. Left frozen in absolute shock, eyes widened, knees shaking, I wanted to believe it was some sort of hallucination just so I know I'm not going crazy. But then... I heard it's squeaking cough.
There was no longer denying the inevitable, as what I see before my own eyes is an actual... filly Fluttershy. This was scientifically impossible! A fictional cartoon pony, here, resting in a cardboard box inside my garage. Awestruck by the sight, a question comes to mind, 'Could that storm have anything related to this?' I thought.
Exposed to the cold atmosphere, Fluttershy had awoken from shivering and perks her head up at me. For the duration we stare at each other with me glaring down at her as she quietly trembles from my intimidating size.
Breaking the silence I reluctantly spoke "Uh... hi?"
She frightfully yelped in response and hid her face to a corner of the box, refusing to make another glance.
"Well, much as I'd like to stay but uh... I'll be on my merry way."
I waved my hand, rose up, and walked out leaving the filly all alone and scared. Before I got to the door, I heard a thud and turned around pointing my flashlight at the box which was tipped over. The filly that used to be inside couldn't be traced. Suddenly I felt something grasp on to my leg, hence it was Fluttershy shaking timorously as she didn't want to be left abandoned.
"A-ha that's cuuute," I spoke sarcastically, "but no, seriously, you can let go now."
I lightly shook my leg, yet she maintains her firm grip.
"Okay, I mean it. You better let go or else." I snarled.
I was becoming crankier the longer she held on, then I violently shook one last time before she looked up at me. The minute I stared down into those tearful eyes of hers, my heart exploded like a fused stick of dynamite.
"Don't you look at me like that..."
She continues giving me that puppy-dog stare.
Her adorableness was unbearable resisting, and I exasperatingly sighed giving into it "...Fine, you win."
Fluttershy's lips greatly tug a bright smile, and she hugs my leg tighter than before.
I resume walking back in the house with Fluttershy happily attached to my leg and as we entered she'd then let go, but slamming the garage door shut I could pick up that awful smell, making me hunch it's coming from her coat. Praying she entirely understands english I settled some ground rules, "Alright, in this building is you are to not touch anything, that includes the television. You are not allowed in the office whatsoever,". Before stating the third, my nostrils detect the putrid stench, "And you could really use a bath!"
I'm not sure if the little thing understood what I just said. As it occurred to me, she does appear very much younger than her usual self, because from what I know, the mark on her flank is gone. So I guess she might not be able to talk yet either.
Taking the smelly pegasus to my bathroom I gently stuck her in the empty bathtub, twisting both levers letting water rapidly gush out. The sudden bursting water startled Fluttershy so much that she jumps and hooks herself on to my face.
"Come on, it's just water."
Up to a certain degree, I turned the faucet off and hoisted the timid filly over the steaming pool. She cautiously dipped a hoof in and to her discovery, found its warmth pleasant. She promptly jumped into the water and playfully splashed about. A good portion of it splashes across my face, but I wasn't mad nor did I frown. Instead, I politely smirked. After rinsing, drying, and grooming, I can safely say I no longer smell the repulsive odor from her furry coat.
Losing track of time, I took a small glance at my digital wrist-watch and saw the time was an hour past midnight.
"Crap..." I cursed inaudibly, ensuring she couldn't hear my swearing.
Although I wasn't done with Fluttershy yet. When her stomach growled I already can guess what she needed next. I'm not some zoologist or an animal person really, but she seems big enough to have developed some teeth. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, I rummaged through the refrigerator, finding anything suitable she'll likely eat.
I dangled out sliced ham to her, "You like?"
She closes in sniffing it, then returns a disgusted feedback.
"Oops... I forgot.", I withdrew the ham and showed her a slice of cheese, "How about this then?" I asked.
She sniffed it, but shook her head this time.
I thoroughly stroke my bottom chin thinking what she can munch on, then I presented her the only fruit I had: an apple. The red fruit caught her utmost attention as her eyes gleam, she didn't need to smell knowing what it was.
"Ahhh, this you like, eh?"
I set it down in front of her and she begins devouring the apple vigorously until what was left are plain seeds.
"Quite an appetite you have there."
Fluttershy graciously smiles while letting out a hearty, satisfying burp. So with her fur washed and hunger satiated, I believed this was the promising moment where I can finally get some shut eye.
"Considering I don't have spare blankets, you can sleep on the couch if ya like, or the floor. Whichever you prefer. I'll turn up the furnace just so... you know." I yawned.
Fluttershy's smile stays, and I excessively stretched my arms out yearning for sleep. I shut off the living room, the kitchen and the hallway lights. As I prepared for a visit to dreamland in pajamas, Fluttershy goes helping herself to my bed.
"Ah-ah-ah, no, no. You sleep on the COUCH, not my bed." I emphasized.
I lifted and placed her down out of my bedroom and closed the door before she could get back in. I slide into the sheets and got comfortable afterwards. What felt like not even five minutes do I hear Fluttershy weakly knocking on my bedroom door.
'Stay calm. Eventually she'll stop.'
Telling myself that, and before I knew, Fluttershy persistently knocks on the door while I ignore her audible cries. Ten minutes later... knocking. Thirty minutes later... some more knocking. It was until then I couldn't take it anymore, so I sorely rose up and allowed Fluttershy to sleep on the comfy bed. Seeing how she had trouble getting up there I helped her out, yet I noticed she was terrified of something.
"What now?!" I groaned.
Fluttershy responds by jerking her face towards my open closet. My eyes rolled from the foolishness.
"Really?"
I slid it shut, and her nervousness fades.
"There, can I please go to sleep now?"
Finally catching some several hours of sleep, I wake up feeling Fluttershy's gentle breaths stroking against my face's skin. Hardly jerking to my left a little, I see her napping with a precious smile as her tail curls around my tingling neck beard. I refrain the urge itching, but after watching that, I think I just got diabetes.
The next morning arrives and I lie asleep practically at my bed's edge. Shifting slightly, I rolled off landing face first down hard onto the floor, roughly waking up rubbing my aching forehead.
"Damn it!" I grumbled.
Bitterly rising from the ground and realizing, Fluttershy was no longer on the bed where she slept. I wandered every part of my house searching, seeing the filly cannot be found. I desperately sigh in huge relief.
"Whew... it was just a dream. For a minute I thought it was all real, boy what a relief! Well, I better start the day then."
I proudly walk towards my bathroom, and never was I so glad knowing she was gone. After a warm, relaxing shower and getting dressed I drive out to my job working until shift's end. Returning home I hung my coat & hat on the front door's hanger, then as I turned around catering myself to the kitchen... I jump astounded upon discovering Fluttershy sitting there in front of me joyfully wagging her tail.
"What the-" my jaw drops. "Alright, get a hold of yourself, you're just being delusional," I said agitated. "By the time I cover and open my eyes she'll disappear."
I covered both eyes with my hands, then rotated around for good measure. Afterwards I take my palms away and Fluttershy still sits there having her head tilted. I frantically slap across my face trying to ensure if it'll do the trick, yet it proved no luck. I wasn't sure my mind either is playing games or what but I won't allow this illogicality take advantage over me.
"That does it, I think it's time for you to leave." I angrily stomped.
I opened the front door where I carried Fluttershy a few feet away from my house. Mildly freezing outside, due to being fall in October, I shiver as I breathe out hot air. At a fair distance, I set her down and rushed back into my sanctuary shutting the door behind.
"Much better..." I brushed my shoulder.
When I was about to go make something to eat, a weak knock hits my front door beforehand.
"Huh?!"
I re-open the door wide and saw poor old Fluttershy rattling like a skeleton from the freezing weather.
"No! Go home! I already let you stayed a night, what more could you possibly want?!"
She balances on two hind legs then gives me that exact heart-melting pout earlier from last night.
"Oohhh no, that's not going to work on me this time," I remain standing with arms firmly crossed and stern eyes gazing down at her. "Go on. Go back where you belong." I shunned.
Crucially disheartened, her ears fallen back, the dejected pegasus trots sluggishly away towards the open fields. Happy as I am she is leaving for good, an unanticipated shot of pain prickles my heart. I assumed this obscure affliction wasn't natural as it was Fluttershy's sadness affecting me. Pity fills my mind as it falters me from closing the door, so I straightened and went after her. In no time I caught up to Fluttershy.
I attempt speaking properly without acting stubborn between my sentences.
"Ugh. Look. I know I've been pretty harsh lately, but if it really means a lot to you, I guess you can stay here until-"
I got cut off when the pegasus turned around and lunged herself into my arms, affectionately smothering the side of my face.
"Alright, alright. Don't get all lovey dovey on me. You're lucky that I had a change of heart, is all."
After proposing shelter, I bring Fluttershy back into my beloved house and throughout the day kept her warm, fed and tenderly cared of. Makes me feel like I have a pet of my very own, only in this case it's a pony from a cartoon. Yet I'm morally confused how she has gotten here, I mean, I only watched an episode halfway, so I'm clueless beyond that point. Well, I can care less what catastrophe has led to this cause because needless to say it's none of my concern. Although with Fluttershy here as a filly, who probably doesn't know herself even, I'm left nurturing her until the cosmos resolves everything.
Why couldn't she have landed in a brony's house instead, at least they believe it'd be a dream come true. I'd call a brony right away if I knew one. Despite that, her existence makes me wonder if other worlds do exist. I shrugged neglecting these theories, right now I'm a bit frisky since I hadn't smoked for a while. Due to some medical conditions I use an electronic, nicotine-free, cigarette than normal cigarettes. Not the ideal replacement, but the nostalgia of puffing out smoke calms my nerves.
An exhaustive week has passed and Fluttershy still consists inside my house. Normally each day during that week I would be welcomed by Fluttershy's delightful smile as I come home from work. Prior leaving I leave a small glass of milk and an apple out so she wouldn't starve. Of course when I return home I find a milky mess all over the kitchen floor. I'm not knowledgeable to this stuff, especially since I forgot she doesn't have hands. I myself am to blame for being stupid though.
Because I refuse to watch the show, I sign on my computer seeking infinite wisdom the internet provides. What luck that they have profound details of her... and some "other" things I will overlook.
I researched every vital info necessarily needed, comprehending she's an extremely timid pegasus who adoringly cares for animals. Regardless, it doesn't explain much else except that her kindness knows no boundaries.
Believe it or not, back when I used to be a kid I was a lot like Fluttershy in personality; sweet, kind, thoughtful. But my foster father's negative influence changed me to become the man I am today, not that I'm complaining. Speaking about parents, bluntly saying why I never mention my real parents is that I was abandoned on a doorstep when I was just a baby. I presumed they gave me up because it may have been money issues or the fact they didn't love me. It no longer matters now that I'm living a full and average life, and if they're out there somewhere, I hope they rot under a bridge regrettably sulking for what they did.
Getting off track. The internet yields no knowledge of Fluttershy's birth-date, so after thinking long and hard I declared her birthday should be October tenth; the day I found her. How ironic considering it's the date 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic' first premiered. Knowing that, I fearfully speculate on how I sound almost like a part of the brony community.
Well, November is just a day away and there's no hope when Fluttershy will return to her home world. I get the disturbed insight that she could be stuck here longer than I imagine. Actually, retract that previous statement. What if she's stuck here forever? This won't bode well for me at all...
Early morning in the beginning of November I began my usual routine: waking up, showering, eating breakfast, go to work and return home. Even with Fluttershy around my lifestyle hasn't changed much, although there were days more unique than others, like one day she would mimic what the characters would do on the television screen. Her representation of how a child would act causes me to tug a smile oftentimes. I must somewhat admit that I am enjoying spending time with company, even if it's a pony from a fictional show. In spite of that I'd rather have everything normal again.
Around those repetitious days I examined Fluttershy's height and weight, rounding her to be an age of three, or four perhaps. Not sure how long I'm keeping her, but I suppose for the time being I'll help Fluttershy learn how to talk and read. Luckily I can memorize my lessons from homeschooling, yet do I want to? My foster mother wasn't dandy comparing to her husband either. Still, I can at least try teaching Fluttershy how to speak.
A whole year loops since that eventful night. Felt as if that year went very slow, and it kills me not knowing when Fluttershy will have to leave. Whatever her friends are doing on their world better have a reasonable excuse why they're tardy.
Through those dull months, Fluttershy has been taught well by my teachings, then again I did remember something on the internet about her fast learning abilities, though she hasn't quite perfected the 'r' as how I've had trouble pronouncing when I was her age. The times she asks for a carrot she would say "cawwot". Her concern about my health created a discussion that she comprehends why I smoke an electric cigarette. I admire her worries, yet I'd say it's none of her business.
Disputing with my other half, my parental ego, I wanted to let the small pegasus frolic through the wondrous, grassy hills expanded far beyond vision. After all, I can't keep her confined in this house doing nothing but watching television. Everyone needs a break every now & then.
As we start heading outside, Fluttershy initially became anxious, but due time she grows accustom to the natural environment. I walked as she trotted alongside as we moved towards my favorite point of view; a spectacularly large maple tree centered on a rounded slope apart from many others - the only tree closest from the house. Plus it's bulk branches and leaves act as an umbrella. You could stand beneath and stay dry.
Fluttershy gaily skips around the beautiful tree as I lay down cloud gazing. Meanwhile at it, I infinitely ponder the peculiar night where I lost control of my willpower to the show. Is it under this hollow soul there is still a flame flickering within? Can Fluttershy's kindness truly be an answer for this lonely, depressing life? Nah, I highly doubt it. I guess it's the tacos I've eaten recently, once again making a mental note: I really NEED to lay off the special sauce.
Afterwards, the cheerful pegasus joins me as well. We played a game naming the clouds corresponding to their patterns and shapes while laying next to each other.
She points a hoof at the flock of geese flying south, "What are those?" Fluttershy wondered.
"Why, they're geese." I replied.
"They're pretty..."
"You could say that," I shrugged blatantly, "but you know what else is pretty?"
"Hm?" she hummed.
I quickly grabbed and held her above me, "You!" I softly hollered, nuzzling my nose's tip to hers. Fluttershy then joyfully giggles returning the affection. Her child-like laughter sounded so sweet and delicate.
As we stayed under the tree, obnoxious winds slowly begin to pick up as tiny raindrops pour down from the misty yonder. Me and Fluttershy scurry back into the house to avoid catching a cold. Perhaps tomorrow we'll go outside and glance at the clouds again, though this time we'll camp out under the tree.
Later a storm reigns over the night, and I wore my pajamas readying for a nocturnal rest. On the brown couch I tucked Fluttershy in with an olive-colored blanket - a neatly soft fabric I found underneath the tumbled junk in the garage. I did wash it beforehand. But the roaring thunder outside startles her that she can't fall asleep.
"Afraid of thunder, huh?"
"Y-y-yes." she stutters.
"You don't have to worry. Thunder only makes sound, and sound can't hurt you," I lightly patted her head, "Well, sleep tight."
As I rose up, Fluttershy desperately yelps "No! Don't leave, please!"
I sat back down next to her, "But Fluttershy we already established this; you're old enough to sleep by yourself."
"Can you at least stay until I fall asleep...?" she whimpered.
There was that look again... the same heart-shattering expression she hasn't used for many months.
"Hmph. Alright, I'll tell you what, if you help clean around the house each week you can sleep on my bed however you want, you won't have to sleep on this crummy couch anymore."
"Weally?! Oh, thank you- thank you- thank you!" said Fluttershy cheerfully.
With the predicament diverted, I brought Fluttershy into my bedroom where we both lie comfortably under the bed's sheets. As I slowly drift to slumber, I'd been given a kiss on my face's left cheek.
Her eyes close as she audibly whispers "Thank you."
"You're welcome I guess." I murmured.
"I love you, daddy."
My eyelids flip open as my whole body froze up. Is what I heard cannot be mistaken? Did she actually call me a dad? Me... a father? Of all things I've been told by several people: creep, scumbag, jackhole, etc. etc., the last thing I would imagine being called is a dad. Not only that but those three words -- "I love you" -- rendered me speechless. My mind repeats those words again, and again, and again, there isn't any other way she said it. She... actually loves me. From when I used to believe I was raising a pet is now a whole different meaning. I have been raising Fluttershy like... a daughter I never had.
Having to reply was difficult, because this will be a first time words such as these have ever been spoken out of my mouth, "And... I love you too, my dear shy."
Here comes another year as Fluttershy hits the age of six, at least according to my estimation. It's unbelievable that after two whole years I'm caring something people would call me crazy over. An actual Fluttershy is here sleeping on my lap while I sit watching cartoons. I normally watched cartoons as a meager escape to happiness from the torturous reality I called life, but it was a hopeless struggle. Another way I expressed happiness was being distasteful towards others. It worked since then, however that's when I found this little equine, and I honestly wasn't pleased where life would take me there. But after experiencing what it's like to be loved -- an ancient feeling I thought long forgotten -- I feel her existence here is possibly just more than a coincidence.
That is until I realized her time here may not last forever...
I think to myself on endless possibilities: what if when Fluttershy gets too old and a mystical portal of their realm rips open in front of us, and there, her friends are on the other end awaiting her return. Or what if she isn't real? I might be petting a overgrown mutant rat for all I know. Proving she is real I would ask her to do the simplest thing.
"Fluttershy," I nervously spoke.
"Yes?" Fluttershy softly replied.
"Do you think you're able to flutter down there and change the channel using the remote?"
She obediently nods and hops on down trotting to the remote laying on the coffee table a few feet ahead. Instead of using her hooves she profoundly punches a button with her nose thus the channel on the television changed. Observing the entire thing relieves me of my troubled worries. Then the pegasus jumps back onto my lap preening her feathers.
"Did I do good?" she asks staring me anticipating my reply.
I tugged a wide smirk as I thoroughly comb my soft fingertips through the strands of her elegant mane. Fluttershy greatly returns a smile and rests her head over my forearm. It's official: she's not an overgrown rat.
Fluttershy has grown to the age of seven, and keeping her promise, she cleans the house each and every week while I'm absent. In a funny way she enjoys it as a hobby now. Compensating for her work I would purchase movies suited to her interest: The Lion King, 101 Dalmations, Aristocats, and such. I can't tell how many times Fluttershy loves Lion King, it is her all-time favorite movie, but whenever it came to the Mufasa death scene, Fluttershy would cry out a river of tears.
Caring Fluttershy's needs is not as tough as one might expect. I mean, she mainly eats fruits and vegetables that are really cheap to spend. On random occasions do I allow her to have ice cream, though I myself am partially blamed for introducing the icy treat on her third birthday.
Little what I know about animals, I've taken notice Fluttershy is becoming more fond of them.
A specific day where I went grocery shopping (due to our supply of apple juice running low), I stumbled on animal crackers thinking 'Animal crackers? Fluttershy sure would love these'. Boy was I terribly wrong. When I showed them to her she scolded me and wouldn't say a single word for the whole day. I merely assume she'd love animal shaped products. Then again... eating miniature animals doesn't sound appealing when you put it that way. She couldn't stay mad at me forever since it wasn't intentional, but on one condition we both agreed upon that we'll never eat gummy bears, animal crackers or any animal-themed snacks ever again.
Fluttershy has aged a bit, and considering her wings have nicely developed, I think this is the promising day she'll learn how to fly. Again, because what I not know much about animals, or birds even, I resort to using the internet for studying aerodynamics while writing down notes on a notepad. Shame I can't draw step by step sketches - normally those are easier to understand. You know the saying: "A picture can tell a thousand words just by looking at it". I suppose writing can still suffice.
It's almost time... and greatly am I excited that now as I gander outside the sky is crystal clear and subtle. How most fortunate the weather is barren of storm clouds. This'll be the utmost opportunity we'll ever get.
The bright star showers it's scorching rays past the office's window down unto my being, but rather than irritation I favorably welcome it's huggable warmth. This is a first I'm appreciative at the sun. That doesn't stop there either, evidently Fluttershy's influence encouraged me to be kind toward others; giving the poor and homeless some nickels and dimes they begged for. Scribbling truth and facts on events that redeem my respect from the other employees down at work. I believe I'm slowly turning into a better person than I was before, and in a way does it make me feel satisfied. I even began quitting smoking.
Spending extra time researching for precocious reasons, I finally finished up and closed the laptop. As I stood up getting ready for her momentous day, I could hear Fluttershy tossing and turning in my bedroom. I guess she's having some sort of terrible dream. I exit the office and quietly approached the blissful pegasus sleeping on my bed.
I lean down gently shaking Fluttershy from her beauty sleep, greeting her cheerily, "Good morning."
"Mmmm. Morning." she stretches her tired limbs while yawning.
"Be polished, for after breakfast we're doing something special today."
"Like what?"
"Because for your birthday today, I'll be teaching you how to fly."
"Oh..." she reluctantly answered.
The sheer nervousness I saw through her wasn't what I expected. Well, now that I recall, I forgot the internet interprets her persona of being a ground-type pegasus than a normal one. I wouldn't blame her. I too get panicky from escalating heights. Whether or not she must learn how to, I mean, what kind of pegasus wouldn't be able to fly?
Back to tasks at hand, Fluttershy's face composed tenseful anxiety; acting as if she's unwilling to partake this special event.
I pulled Fluttershy closer and stared deep into her glistening eyes.
"There's no need to be afraid. Just remember that I'll be there rooting for you."
Though nervous, Fluttershy was willing to give it a try. Finishing breakfast, we mark our path out of the house towards the nearest tilted slant.
Taking a gander over the broad horizon; the flowery outcropping of waving petunias, the comforting aroma from the sturdy maple trees. I inhale and exhale a batch of fresh air saying to Fluttershy, "Aren't these hills just glamorous? It never ceases to amaze me how beautiful life surely can be."
Fluttershy agreeably nods in gesture. Based on limited knowledge I instructed the timid pegasus every little warm up to build adrenaline. At a go her wings began flapping weakly. Every second of practice they flap faster and faster - to the moment where Fluttershy is hovering a few feet off the ground.
"Don't look down." I heeded her.
She of course peeked below and gasped in shock, thus her wings froze in mid-air, Fluttershy mildly plummets back down onto the ground. Tending to her aid, I saw the pegasus sulking miserably. Being thorough, I examine for any injuries or marks. There, on her left wing, is a small scrape, yet it was nothing serious, however I regret not bringing a first aid kit. Tears come trickling down across her cheeks with a grimacing expression that sank my heart tremendously, so I lean in to an affectionate hug in order to soften her painful sorrows.
"Shhh. It's alright," I whispered, "there's no need to cry. Not everyone can get it on their first try."
Fluttershy perks her eyes meeting at mine, listening to my words of sympathy.
"You know. Back in the years when I was probably your age, I would attempt at things I never done before. Now my father wasn't the supportive type, but when he spoke to me he said "As long as you strongly believe in yourself, there is nothing you can't do". He was right."
My inspiring words come through as her frown slowly fades.
"From what I've seen, you have the potential. You just need to set your fears aside and focus on the main goal. Don't ever think you're alone, because I will always be there for you, no matter what. I believe in you, my dear shy."
My motivational speech has taken effect. The determination in her zealous eyes. A strong will made of iron. She wanted another attempt, and for that I couldn't have been more proud. Impoverished her first effort was, I could tell the second time shall be the 'moment of truth'. Standing completely still, Fluttershy congregates enough energy to hover at the same altitude she previously gained before. Soon she flew higher and higher, at a point where she is gracefully soaring through the sky like an eagle.
Jumping in sheer joy I cheered loudly, "YOU DID IT!"
Even with my lack of coaching, Fluttershy has managed to fly without many failed attempts. This was a true feat to be praised upon; an achievement that should be celebrated. Though the weather stirs up an upcoming storm as few drops of rain begin dropping down. I holler at Fluttershy it's time to go, and then she steadily flutters down and follows me home. To celebrate her success we baked cupcakes which turned out exquisite. Cupcakes lathered with thick vanilla icing. Funnily enough, vanilla happens to be her favorite flavor as well. For the rest of the day we ate the delicious treats while watching television. Afterwards we went to bed having stomach aches, but today was still an exciting adventure and I hope there'll be a day like that again.
After several more years later, Fluttershy turns ten years old tomorrow. Time definitely flies by, it feels like it's only been just yesterday. I'm particularly aware she's at the size of her ideal self from the show, yet nothing shown they're alike. Although Fluttershy comes acknowledging the fact that I'm not her real father, but she doesn't care, she loves me with all her heart just how a daughter would.
Can the same be said for me? Don't get me wrong, my love for Fluttershy is genuine but..., only will letting her go make it so severely painful that I can't bear living without her. It's a matter of time when it'll happen, I only wish I knew though.
Getting off track. I contemplate on a present to give her for her birthday, then I raised a finger as an idea sprung. Since Fluttershy has been so helpful around the house I considered she deserves a very, very special gift. So as the day elapses, while Fluttershy rests, I wrote a sticky note in ink and stuck it on the refrigerator door saying, "Be right back. Going to the shoe store for a new pair of shoes. ~Sincerely, your Father." The "shoe store" was a cover-up to ensure it'd be a surprise. I drove out to the city's pet store and returned in an hour later. When I lied saying I was going to the shoe store, it turns out on the way back I bought a new pair of sneakers.
Returning home, I wore the new sneakers as I hid Fluttershy's gift inside the shoe box to make it more the merrier of a bigger surprise. As I walked in expecting a warm welcome greeting, it was instead troubled worries.
"Where did you go?" Fluttershy asked, with a worried sound of voice.
"Didn't you read the note I left on the fridge?"
She raises a quzzical brow, "A note?"
I palmed my forehead with an open hand, then her pointy ears fall back.
"Oh, did I do something wrong? Are you mad? I'm so sorry!" She winces from my gesture.
"There's no need to be sorry. Rather, I should be the one who's sorry. I should have at least spoken to you in person before I left. Here, let me make it up to you."
The box behind my back, Fluttershy was pretty eager what I was hiding. In a second that I present the box to her her curiousness diminishes in utter disappointment.
"You got me... shoes?"
I figured Fluttershy would be discouraged, so I placed the box down in front of her.
"I wouldn't be sure about that." I winked.
She wondered what it meant, then as I lifted the lid her pupils sparkly widen.
"A bunny!" she delightfully screamed.
Inside the box is a lively rabbit with a flourishing, bleachy-white, fur-coat. White like the snow itself.
"I heard you wanted a pet of your very own. Well, here it is. Happy birthday."
Fluttershy pounced and locked me into a bone-crushing hug.
"Thank you so much, Daddy!"
"You are certainly most welcome.", I place her down onto the ground, "It's a big responsibility, but I'm confident you're more than capable of handling it."
Fluttershy briefly hugs me once more nodding constantly, then in a sprint she takes her newfound friend into my bedroom to play with. My room is the only accessible area she's allowed in. I remain strict about her going into my office, or touching the TV even. But it's for her and my sake she never uncovers her origin, and the internet for that matter. There are things I've seen on there I shudder from, and surely it'll mentally scar her forever. However, there shall come a time when I will have to explain her of her origin - where she came from. For now though, until she becomes older, I'll focus on what's at hand.
Hours later, Fluttershy still succumbs herself in my bedroom while I watch TV. Checking up on her, I creaked the door overhearing the pegasus talking to her new rabbit.
"You know, I'm not sure where I came from or know who I really am. But that day dad found me was the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'll love him no matter what happens." Afterwards, she begins singing a lullaby to the critter, "Hush now quiet now it's time to lay your sleepy head. Hush now quiet now it's time to go to bed~."
The moment I personally heard her enchanting lullabies, my heart melted. Witnessing that miraculous experience touched my soul nobody would've had, and I can also say I have touched hers. Although I don't recall singing it to her. She supposedly might have gotten it for just being 'Fluttershy'. Listen to me, I say this as if she's the one from the show, well, she is but, the only difference is she is my dear shy, and that's something that'll never change.
Though her soothing voice places a spell on me; my mind sapped and body worn out, I'm practically drifting to sleep. I go walking towards my living room couch where I collapsed onto, laying down as my head completely shuts down, and later I fall to a peaceful slumber.
As a year passed, Fluttershy reaches age eleven. During the first month of this year Fluttershy had obtained her cutie mark -- located on her flank -- and she inquires me of what it meant. I explained to her the whole purpose she earned it. She has always wondered how I know these things, and I respond with every answer: "parent's instincts". Discovering her talent was discovered by tending Angel- she couldn't have been more happier.
Later upon the same day 'til nightfall, Fluttershy and I were watching television. Whenever those zoo commercials pop up she would go rambling on and on how we should go there and bring Angel along.
"Dad, do you think we can go there someday?" Fluttershy tugs my jeans.
I replied, "I'm sorry, but... we simply can't."
"But how come?"
Should I even dare answer? Would I say that she's a fictional character from a cartoon show? Even if I did allow her to be trotting around in public, I fear they wouldn't understand. They would rave crazily and take her away for either experimenting or do terrible "things" which I can't bring myself to imagine.
"We just can't." I bluntly said.
It hurts every part of my soul seeing Fluttershy with that depressing look in her eyes, but she wouldn't object nor argue.
"What is your pet's name, anyway?" I ask changing the subject.
"Angel. His name is Angel."
Getting late, Fluttershy heads off to bed while I stay awake watching nightly programs. You all are thinking why I'm not readying myself for bed either, well, my boss called earlier today informing all employees to take a day off due to attending a funeral tomorrow. I sat on the couch eating a granola bar, the name "Angel" still flutters in my mind. Why does it sound vaguely familiar?
Then it struck me as I spew chunks of granola over myself, realizing a shocking fact that Fluttershy also owns a rabbit named Angel from the show. Not that I watch it, I just happen to know from reading the "MLP: FiM Wikipedia". I'm anxiously wondering if she's slowly converting back into her normal self. If that happens, will the Fluttershy I love and raised forget everything? Including me? No, I mustn't think such tomfoolery. She even said it herself she'll love me no matter what happens.
Next year has skipped and Fluttershy turns twelve years old. Those careful years have been nice and prospering, yet not everything goes out how you hoped. This is that time when I wish I had a bullet in my head right now.
It was October the second and I arrived home from work. After exiting the vehicle I unlocked both the door knob and dead bolt and entered inside normally expecting Fluttershy to greet me, however she wasn't.
It was queer. Fluttershy always welcomed me whenever I come home from work. Then I heard a faint sniffle from the living room, so I rushed over to investigate. As I did I glanced down at Fluttershy nudging Angel of whom is seemingly sleeping.
She senses my presence and looked at me slightly sullen, "He's been like this for hours."
Something was indeed amiss about this, though I feared what the answer may be. I ordered Fluttershy to stay put while I took Angel to the vet for a diagnosis. Swift I went into the car and out towards the city I go. At the animal hospital, I've sat what felt like hours in those tedious waiting rooms. Surveying the people with different types of animals, I see a parrot, a cat, a dog, and others sorts. A female vet walks out and called my name, then I got up following her into the room where they diagnosed Angel.
In a room I was led in I saw x-ray posters depicting Angel's skeleton planted on a wall. None of which seem broken. Alongside are some contraptions. Their repetitive beeping sound alone makes me want to bash my head against a wall. There lying across the counter is Angel, with wires from the annoying machines attached to his body. I'm not knowledgable about hospitals, but that 'flat line' on a display monitor has me praying it's a good thing.
"The doctor will be right with you." says the nurse leaving the room.
Minutes after, a bald-headed man comes in deeply staring at his clipboard.
He speaks an old, british accent, "Ahem, greetings, Mr. Gartners. We performed various types of operations and I have returned with the concluding results."
"Just get to the point, old man, is Angel going to be alright?"
"Well," he examines his clipboard again, "depends your definition of "alright". You see, your rabbit here carried an uncommon disease known as 'Appendix Cancer'. I do humbly apologize, but if you brought him here sooner we could've prevented this travesty."
"P-prevented what... if I may ask?" I nervously said with both palms and forehead sweating.
The doctor clears his throat apprehensively, "There is no other way to tell you this, but Angel couldn't make it. I'm terribly sorry."
My intestines recoil and wrap themselves up to a knot just by hearing that, "How can this possibly happen?! Angel was under total tender care!" I shook my head.
"Again, this is an uncommon illness. Regardless if one's healthy or not, you can still obtain it."
It might be easy for him saying it straight to my face. But it's unimaginable how Fluttershy will react, and I'm the one who's gotta break it to her...
Driving nervously back home with Angel's corpse, thoughts were racing through my mind as I go. I don't know what to do. Should I say what they told me? Or lie for her and my own sake? No, one way or another she'll figure it out, so I must tell her of this tragedy. Yet I predict this shall be a terrible affair...
At home, I remain parked on the driveway with Angel lying across my lap as my tense heart repeatedly hammers my chest. I gathered what confidence I had and marched into the house while carrying the rabbit in arms.
Fluttershy has been waiting at the front door, worrying about the poor rabbit's health, "I'm glad you're home! Please tell me Angel is going to be fine?"
I couldn't answer right away, neither did I have the courage to, rather I knelt down placing her pet in front of her. She closely observes him and perks back up at me.
"He's not breathing..." she said.
"F-Fluttershy..." I started, "they told me of Angel's illness. And... well. You know that one scene on your favorite movie, Lion King, where Mufasa wouldn't wake up?"
Fluttershy gravely frowned from the question, "You...- what are you saying...?"
Silence once again pulls me under. I was afraid, very, very afraid as I embrace a whole world of regret. But I gut up and upright told her, "I'm saying that Angel could not make it. I'm regrettably sorry, Fluttershy."
Heart-broken, Fluttershy's eyes begun to swell and leak a waterfall of mourning tears. Angel was one of her only friends of the outside world; a birthday present she had senti-mental value for- a special present gifted from me, her considered father. Her sobs and wails were heart-wrenching, and the only thing I could do was embrace her in a tight hug, "Shh-sh, my dear shy, I know how he meant so much to you. Let it all out until the pain stops."
As time went on; ten to fifteen minutes after, Fluttershy falls asleep due the exhaustion from crying. I carried her into my bedroom and tucked her in sheets, and even in sleep she still cries. It makes me regret for what I've done, but what's done cannot be undone.
Leaving the bedroom, I began thinking on other serious matters; imagine the inexplicable horror it could have been if she found out her origins before I would tell her. She would be devastatingly struck and probably hate me forever.
I took the rabbit's body and brought it outside. Using the shovel from the garage, I dug a hole out in the backyard whereas Angel's body shall be buried in. The hole filled back up with dirt, I took a stake, a plank, some nails and a hammer, and created a sign as means of a gravestone. Only this case it's made of wood.
In and back out of the house I held a pin and wrote on the plank - "Here lies Angel. May you watch over us from the heavens above."
I made my way back inside avoiding catching a cold. Resided in my bedroom, I tried going to sleep, but the haunting nightmares of Fluttershy leaving me wake me up every now and then. Wishing it shall never happen, I'm sure enough it will. Holding Fluttershy dearly, I whisper to her ear, "At least you still have me, my dear shy. I won't be leaving you anytime soon. That, I promise."
A couple of weeks passed and it may be safe to assume Fluttershy had forgotten that dreadful day, though I believe deep within her heart she still mourns for Angel.
It has been an awfully long while since we've done an activity together. I can't take her to a zoo, but I decided to tell her about an idea of going out hiking in the woods. As usual Fluttershy would express uncertainty. Once I told her there's plenty of interesting critters to find she immediately begs for our departure.
We packed the car's trunk with food and water and made our way towards the city. Ensuring Fluttershy has a safe journey without being noticeable I have her covered using my coat as we drive through the metropolis. As I halted at a red light, I survey my surroundings noticing this city has less beggars than the last time I drove through here. To my appalling surprise I see that same "homeless man" from many years ago. His tattered rags are filthier as he has grown a fluffy, yet rugged, beard. He walks on over towards me on my left, gently knocking on my window, "Can you spare change for this poor soul?" he says dryly.
Thinking back on my horrendous deed, I figured a five dollar bill should suffice. I roll down my window handing him the valuable piece of paper, "Here.", then I drive off when the street light turned green. A small glimpse before I stepped on the pedal, the beggar widely smirked given his appreciation to my generosity. Earlier when I wasn't happy and bright, I had no remorse for what I've done to him. But now I'm a changed man, a changed man for the better.
Thankfully he doesn't remember that day, otherwise things would've gotten messy if he did. Fluttershy peeks her head out smiling upon my generous act, "That was awfully nice of you." she said.
I gratefully reply, "All thanks to you, my dear shy."
As we've passed the outskirts we have taken a thirty-mile excursion towards our mountainous destination. The meanwhile, Fluttershy was allowed to glance past the car windows, admiring every beautiful scenery she can collect in her mind; farms extent with unfathomable yards of fertilized lands. Plus there were some large cows mooing and chewing grass as we drove along. After our long drive, we finally have reached the mountain plains.
Exiting the vehicle, we traverse and plentifully discover a variety of animals such as deer, squirrels, and different-colored birds chiming their unique, wondrous chirps.
However during the time I wasn't paying any attention I noticed she headed off all by herself. My head rushed into a state of panic and I desperately call out her name whilst blindly pacing in several directions. My ears then caught sound what seems to be singing from a distance. Obviously stating it had to be Fluttershy, I followed her enchanting voice and came across an open circular land with bulky, moss-infested trees surrounding the environment. There in front of me was Fluttershy, sitting on a huge stump, lullabying to the animals that inhabit the forest.
I shout out to her, and the animals frightfully run off as fast as they could upon hearing my voice. Struck by a breeze of relief I hurried and hugged Fluttershy dearly tight, "You had me worried sick." I said to her.
After that, me and Fluttershy return home safe and sound. She enjoyed hiking outdoors and hoped if we're able to do something like that again. We could, yet I made sure the next time she'll stay by my side.
Fluttershy is fourteen years old, and no longer does she need my help on many things. I speculate this should be the time; the time I reveal her of who she really is. It ails me that its come down to this...
In the late evening after work, I return home parked on my house's driveway having some concerns clouding my mind. Will she take it well? I'm afraid she won't. Supposedly what if I don't say anything at all? What with their show's popularity growing, she'll find out eventually. This secret cannot remain hidden, it's time I step up and tell her the truth. The affair shall be most unpleasing, however.
Entering the house, Fluttershy sits there before me as usual, greeting me with a heart-warming smile, "Welcome home, Father."
I didn't bother returning her warm welcome for I sought out the plan I had made.
"Fluttershy..." I spoke a tad anxiously, "there's something I have to tell you. Meet me at the living room couch."
Confused yet understanding, Fluttershy trotted towards the couch while I hanged my jacket on the door hanger. I then joined her in the room where I sat beside feeling agitated.
"Are you ok, Dad?" Fluttershy concernedly asks.
I idly glance around the living room, collecting fortitude for the upcoming dilemma, "You see... you-," my heart thumps eccentrically, "Fluttershy, there's a secret I've been keeping from you ever since you were a filly. Now that you're all grown up, I feel you're ready to take on the truth."
Fluttershy lightly giggles, "Oh, Dad, I know that you're not my biological father. But I'll love you like one always." she hugs me affectionately.
I brought out a smirk for awhile, but it quickly reverts to a deep frown as I remind myself what is intended.
"That's not what I'm trying to tell you," I shook her off, "The truth is more than you highly expect. I wish I could straight-away tell you but, I think I can't. Instead this is why I have to do this..."
Turning on the television with the remote, I switched to 'The Hub' channel where 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic' is currently playing.
The show caught her immediate attention once she heard her name on the screen. An episode named 'Dragonshy' could not have been more convenient and inconvenient. As she watched, I could see the mass confusion within her horrifying expression. She remained silent throughout the show until it was finished. When I turned off the television she still retains her confused look; building up questions inside her head, thinking about my whole purpose of doing this.
"Dad... what's the meaning of this?"
My heart thumps harder with each beat. I can't believe I did such a terrible thing, but I did what was necessary.
"You are Fluttershy; a pegasus from a TV show which teaches the remarkable values of friendship. I wanted to tell you, but I just couldn't. I'm sincerely sorry, my dear Shy."
"So what are you saying? Am I... not real?" Fluttershy flusters as she began to cry.
"Of course not!" I angrily objected.
"Then what?! Look at the evidence. I'm just an illusive pony that has no meaning of life!"
I firmly hugged Fluttershy and claimed, "No! You mustn't say irrational words! You are real! Everything you've done here is real, and I for one believe that you are real!"
Fluttershy pushed me away, she didn't even want to look at me. She jumps off the couch and hurries into my bedroom and slams it shut. I could only let her do so while soaking up in tears. Why must it be so darn painful? Why couldn't I let it go? Because... I care about her- it is because I love her that I had to do what seemed right, even if she hates me then.
About an hour gone by and I could no longer hear Fluttershy's weeping. I wanted to make sure if she was alright by checking up on her. Alas I discovered she wasn't on the bed. I searched every corner, my closet, under my bed, and there is no sign of her whatsoever.
A strong stroke of wind blows against my skin and I turn towards it's whereabouts fearing the worst. The window was widely opened, leaving me assuming Fluttershy had ran away. I don't blame her. I've been holding this truth since I found her and I would understand her upsetting behavior.
Although it was irrelevant for me to regret, I'm going to go out searching for her no matter the cost. I rush out the front door thoroughly looking for Fluttershy; everywhere within a mile radius. At day's end, I return home with no hope of finding her. On my bed I cried endlessly until I've completely fallen asleep from exhaustion.
The next day I went out in search again, except I hadn't called my boss. But this was more important than anything else I valued. Being that it's raining outside, I figured the tree we both always sat under is where she would be hiding at. Afterwards, I come back inside having no absolute luck on my search.
Tomorrow I tried searching again without eating breakfast, lunch or dinner. I was exhausted and my legs were aching, but thoughts of Fluttershy kept my spirit lingering, despite my weariness.
It's been a total of five days and there's still no trace of her. I've lost the sense and willpower since the fourth day, for without Fluttershy I fear my old habits are slowly returning. Yet I refuse subjecting to them. I'd prefer blasting my brains out using my father's revolver rather than revert back to my old self.
I sat lonely on the living room couch and grieved remorsefully; plummeting down to an abyss of regret as I speak out of my mind of how I desperately feel, "My dear Shy... I'm sorry for what's happened. I am so sorry for everything. You may be from a cartoon, but to me you were everything. To me you were my dear shy. There was not a single thought crossing my mind that you were unreal. You're probably, by now, at the point of no return, which I can guess you found your way back home. Yet I hope deep inside my heart that you'll forever think about me..."
Then there came a knock on my wooden front door. Exhilaration ideas spun around as I believed it could have been Fluttershy. I jump off the couch racing over, opening the door to welcome my beloved daughter, however a moment that I saw who it was my smile disappeared instantly.
"Oh, greetings Mr. Gartners. Happy receiving some mail, are we?" asked a cheerful postman.
I became angry. More specifically, I was outraged. I anticipated Fluttershy would be sitting at the other end. I aggressively slam my door shut then went sitting back down moping. A minute later, another knock is heard.
I stood up tremendously frustrated, "For the love of god, just leave me alone!" I shouted. Thinking the postman hasn't left yet.
It happened again. Though it sounded weaker this time.
I answer the persistent knocker, and who I saw is a doleful pegasus completely drenched both by the rain and tears, sitting before me.
"F-Fluttershy...?" I inaudibly spoke.
She silently stood there, with strands of her mane draping down all soaked and ruined and hooves masked in filthy mud. Fluttershy was an absolute train wreck. Although I could say the same for me; I haven't ate food or showered for three days straight.
"I - I'm very sorry running off like that..." she apologetically whimpered.
I abruptly knelt down hugging her tight while choking in sobs, "You don't have to be sorry! Ever since you left I had been lost without you. I was scared I'd lose you forever. Please don't ever leave me again!" I moaned.
"B-but that day..."
"Forget it! I don't care if you are imaginary. All that matters is you're back, and a small dispute won't break the bond between us. You'll forever be my dear Shy, and I love you!" I cried.
She replied, "I love you too!", while crying uncontrollably.
We bawled for ten minutes as we exchanged one apology to another. I carried Fluttershy inside where I've given her a nice, warm bath cleansing the mud from her hooves & fur. Never do I feel so much better now that the 'weight of guilt' has been lifted off my shoulders. Although, the thoughts of her leaving still haunt me. Because I know for certain her friends are probably searching for her. "When though?" is the only question slinging around my mind. Thinking about it, I seriously pray that won't happen anytime soon.
With Fluttershy at seventeen years old, it has been officially counted fourteen years since she was the timid bundle of joy I raised as. There were numerous times of fun & happiness. However, there were also those unforgettable times of agony & sadness. I used to be a heartless creep who enjoyed his past life, but after these precious years with Fluttershy, I can proudly say that she made me become a better man; a man who knows kindness, love, and compassion.
Though like life - all good things must come to an end.
Around the afternoon, 3:15PM to be specific, Fluttershy and I reside in the living room putting together some pieces of an elephant puzzle to pass periods of time. Surprisingly we heard someone knocking on the front door. Finding it queerly unexpected, I never received any notice of a visit. I didn't arrange for a congregation either. Determining it'd may be anyone I may or may not know, I ordered Fluttershy to go into my room until I signified the prompted clearance. Fluttershy goes past the hallway and into the bedroom as told, then she shuts her door from behind.
Hearing the door closed shut, I stood up walking away from the sturdy coffee table and proceeded answering the person continually knocking.
I hollered, "Coming!", while rushing over.
Cautiously approaching the door I asked aloud of who it was. Hearing it closely she sounded so majestically wonderful; a female whose voice suchlike speaks alluringly in an ideal manner.
"May we come in?"
A split moment to ponder, I swear her voice sounded vaguely familiar to me. Then again, I could be imagining it. After all, it's definately been a couple of months since I last spoke to anyone. Including my foster parents.
Realizing the door is still shut, I open the wooden gate, to then gape my mouth open massively wide becoming genuinely awestruck. The anonymous female at the front of my doorstep had hooves instead of feet; a groomed mane graciously flowing without support of wind- standing remotely tall as I am. Taller if you count her long, divine horn that could pierce the heavens. It's been so long since I can remember who the characters were from the wikipedia but as memory refreshes I found out this was Princess Celestia - Equestria's benevolent ruler.
The mare stares at me weirdly, "Excuse me but are we permitted to enter?"
I immediately snap out of the paralyzing state, "Oh- oh! Of course, please make yourself fit right at home here." I bowed respectively.
The celestial mare laid her gentle smile down upon me and trotted in slowly. During the time she came in I thought to myself 'We?'.
Indeed she wasn't alone. Following pursuit was a smaller mare; the Princess' dependant protege, Twilight Sparkle. I closed the door and stood before the Princess, "I would've expected some resistance from you." Celestia speaks mildly surprised.
I replied in a gentleman-like attitude, "Why should I when I'm humbly honoured to be in the presence of royalty such as yourself?"
She once again smiled from my compliment, "My how kind of you. Allow me to introduce myself. I'am Princess Celestia, and this here is my faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."
The friendly unicorn trots up and happily greets, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."
"Charmed, but you'll have to pardon my rudeness. I'd perhaps like to skip the introductory."
The Princess clears her throat, "Oh, why, of course. So, if I'm not mistaken, she is here is she not?"
"She? ...Ah yes- yes she is. Though I'd prefer to take this to the living room. And where are my manners, would you two like some refreshments?" I offered.
"Actually yes, I'm quite parched." said the student.
I point my sight towards the Princess, inclining a gesture if she too would like a beverage. She shook her head but again smiles towards my hospitality anyway. While they attended themselves sitting on the brown couch of the living room, I headed in the kitchen rummaging the refrigerator in order to whip up a small glass of carrot juice. We have a large supply of Carrot Juice considering it's Fluttershy's favorite drink. In no time I took the glass to the living room and a purple glow synced that of Twilight's horn envelopes around the dishware and levitates next to her
"Thank you." says Twilight gratefully.
She lightly tips the glass upward, letting the cool, refreshing liquid down her throat as I can hear her small gulps.
"Any chance I ask where your other friends are? Surely they must have been worried sick as you would have." I inquired.
Twilight's eyes widen, then she spontaneously spat a mouthful of carrot juice all over the carpet, staining it orange, "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," she greatly apologized.
I'm not sure why she did that. Perhaps my question could have been the reason? Regardless, for right now my concern is what's happening in front of me.
"I can clean that up for you." Twilight sincerely offers.
"No worries," I protested, "I'll clean that up later,"
"So how long has she been here?" Princess Celestia asks knowingly.
I respond trying to restrain my nerve-wracking anxiety, "About fourteen years."
The celestial mare hardly reacts surprised from the answer, "In that case, how old was she when you found her? A filly, I presume?"
I was shocked hearing her say that, "How on earth could you possibly know anything about it? But yes, you're right- she used to be a filly."
"My this is troublesome." Celestia barely frowns.
"Why do you say that?" I ask curiously worried.
"Well, you see, we've encountered this kind of predicament before, and I'd hate to go into details about it as I simply imagined this would go all very smoothly, but I'm afraid this'll be quite unappealing."
They've gone through this before?! I guess someone else other than me has had this experience before. I merely believed I was the only one. Supposedly they must've went through an ordeal locating which universe Fluttershy plunged into. Although as Princess Celestia quoted on "sparing the details", I'll refrain myself from asking how they found her.
"I'll assume you're both here for not just a visit then?"
"You guess correctly, human. Although your calm behavior somewhat baffles me. You act as if you were expecting our arrival."
"True, quaint it is I'm not freaking out because I'm interacting with a couple of cartoon horses." I spoke bitterly in an obnoxious tone.
The Princess' smile fades from my sudden negative attitude, "Be careful, I'm not particularly in a mood for a dispute." The Princess says with eyes stern-gazing.
I remain my stature as I continued, "That so? Considering you both enter my house, refusing to tell me why she was summoned here as a filly, I wouldn't have a right to raise my tone under my own house? I demand an explanation, otherwise you both can get out."
I noticed the lavender unicorn sitting beside her benevolent teacher resented my warning. She too didn't fare well with my irrational behavior, "You can't talk to her like that!" Twilight splurred out angrily.
I knew for certain they were hiding something, however without confirmation about how this situation started I had to act stern and rude to convince them. The celestial alicorn reverts to her normal state and stares down at the little unicorn.
"He's right, my pupil," said Celestia calming her student, "Perhaps it is fair that he should know."
The celestial mare turns her head back at me and begins her story; interpreting what travesty occurred in their homeworld, "You see... there's been strange things happening in our world, and-"
Celestia then got cut off when Fluttershy suddenly calls out for me from my bedroom, "Dad? Is everything okay out there?"
My entire body froze for seconds while Celestia cocked a confusing brow at me. Twilight also wore an exact look. The moment Fluttershy had called me 'Dad' created an awkward silence in the household. Minutes later, I was able to move and tended to the pegasus' call whereas I kindly ask the alicorn and unicorn for their patience. They nodded, thus I proceeded into my bedroom.
As I enter the room, Fluttershy flutters off my bed inquiring what is going on.
"Dad...? Who's here?" she asked.
"F-Fluttershy..." my lips quivered, "The visitors who are here, well, you won't believe it but they're Princess Celestia & Twilight Sparkle. You know, the ones from the show I showed you..."
Fluttershy would then hysterically giggle taking it as a joke, "Oh, dad. Surely you're just kidding... right?"
I stayed silent momentarily. How I wish it were a joke, oh how I wish it weren't true. But by golly after Fluttershy had seen the horrific look on my face her expression mirrors mine as well.
"Dad..." she spoke timorously, "please tell me they're over for just a visit."
A similar question I wanted to believe that be the case, but I couldn't deny their sole purpose of being here. The minute I saw them my heart sunk as my mind trembled. I thought I could help myself slamming the door shut on them, yet I couldn't, things would turn out for the worst if I did.
Kneeling down to her, I calmly stroke her mane, "Don't worry, Fluttershy. Leave everything to me."
Without prolonging the inevitable, Fluttershy and I anxiously headed back out passing through the corridor slowly. As we entered the living room, Twilight upright cheers to her friend, "Fluttershy! Thank goodness you're all right!"
The pegasus quietly cowers behind me in utter shyness.
"It's okay. They don't mean any harm." I assured Fluttershy.
Twilight's heart was gruesomely afflicted seeing that her timid friend shows no remembrance of her. "Fluttershy..." Twilight inaudibly spoke.
I needed to verify the entire story between Fluttershy and I; the story of how I found her and raised her throughout the years, and the bizarre storm that might be related. The Princess understood and nods to every speck of detail.
As I idly stand around with Fluttershy beside me, I muse a few questions that were clogging my mind. Questions I dreadfully feared most.
"I must know one or two things before we move on forward. What is to become of Fluttershy?"
Twilight quickly answers, "Once we return to Ponyville, I'll cast a spell that'll replace her reminiscing memories with that of our perilous adventures and bonding friendship. It's guaranteed to erase every trace of this world."
"And what are to become of my memories?"
Twilight firmly bites her bottom lip- answering only with pure silence.
"I see," I lower my head, "Then would you by chance know a spell that can rewind time?"
"The Princess does. But I don't know what good that'll...-" Twilight drops her sentence as she finally grasps on to my intention.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this? Once it's been made there is no, in any, possible way to undo it." heeded Celestia.
"I heard what Twilight said earlier. I raised Fluttershy under this house for fourteen years; cleaning her, feeding her, loving her. All of which I've done until up to this point. Last thing I want is for her to be happy, and I consider this as the only viable option..."
Princess Celestia did not fare well with my final decision, but she nonetheless accepted my request.
Fluttershy butted in exclaiming, "Wait a minute! Don't I have a say in this?!"
"I'm sorry, Fluttershy. For everyone's sake, this has to be done." I said.
"But- but-, you promised everything would be alright! You're not going to let me go just like that are you?!"
Fluttershy contradicts to what I say, even though its hurting Twilight more than me, and I know I can't interfere between their valuable friendship. I ignore Fluttershy's sorrowful pleas whilst staring down at the hardware floor. She kept snagging my pants with her mouth as sullen tears endlessly trickle down her cheeks.
Seeing Fluttershy crying aches Twilight's heart most severely, and when the unicorn was about to move in on the pegasus, Celestia descends a wing and prevented Twilight from approaching further.
Again the pegasus constantly nags my pants- crying so desperately, "You can't let them take me away! I want to stay! Why aren't you answering me?!"
Such saddening tears pour out from her swollen eyes, and I couldn't bear looking at them. It ails my soul that I neglect Fluttershy's pitiful cries, but I chose to so the pain would seem less heart-tearing.
"Please... answer me, Daddy, please!"
That'd been one or the couple of times she's called me that. I can still remember that eventful night when she first spoke those words, 'I love you, Daddy'. Afterwards, my mind mentally projects a cycle of the times we shared; her first bath, her first pet, her first view of the world. These precious memories... these unforgettable memories that we spent together kept breaking through, no matter how many times I push them back.
My bottled emotions got up to a point where tears finally broke free as I picked up the sullen pegasus, embracing her in a heartwarming hug. Never wanting to let go. She held me very tight as I sway left and right easing her sorrow, "Shhh... please don't cry anymore," I softly whisper in her ear, "I know how awful you must feel. To me even. But you must understand that these two are here to bring you back home where you mainly belong. All this was a mistake to begin with."
Fluttershy shakes her head, "How can it be a mistake?! This is my real home! You took me in and nurtured me! Please tell me that I don't have to go!" she whimpered.
I connect my forehead to hers as I hugged her tighter, "My dear Shy... in this world you have standards- boundaries; you are limited here. Whereas in their world you are free to fly around as you please. And there are lots of animals more unique than the ones here."
My eyes began filling up in bigger tears as I continue, "From the moment I found you I knew it had to have been fate. When nobody, even my parents, have given me love, you- and only you- have given me so much love; love of which I never thought I could receive and return. Yet, I knew this day would come, and I can't muster the thought of losing you, but you can't live in a world you're not meant for,"
"C-can you at least come with me...?"
I figured Fluttershy would ask of that, however I had to shake my head knowing I can't abandon my life here in the real world, "I'm sorry... but remember even when both our minds can be erased, know that our hearts are linked. Worlds we may be apart, and memories we may forget, but in our hearts, our love can never be broken, and that I will forever cherish. Remember that I'll always love you, from the bottom of my heart! Goodbye, my dear Shy."
Fluttershy nuzzles her nose to mine before I finally let her go, "And I'll always love you too, Daddy. I'll miss you..."
I knelt down and released Fluttershy from my grasp, letting her trot next to the sniffling unicorn who's eyes were too in captivating tears.
"I'm gravely sorry, Fluttershy, I just wish there was another way to resolve this..." Twilight grieved.
Celestia moves and stood before me as I remain on the floor crying in pity.
"Kind sir, much as it painfully is that you have to give up someone you love, I'am truly grateful of how much tender care you've given to this pony," Princess Celestia then levitates the tattered diary off the coffee table with her magic; reading my life's history. "And all these times you spent together- the history you two shared. This was all out of compassionate love."
I listen to the mare's sympathizing words.
"Finding out Fluttershy landed here I feared this depraved world would tarnish her. But I am most thankful that you, out of all of them, have been chosen to care for one of my little ponies. I speak for all of us that we owe our most heartfelt thanks for your kindness."
Princess Celestia, given her gratefulness, joins back between the pegasus & unicorn. I saw the celestial mare's horn pulsating an orb of light and eventually becomes more brighter by each second. I glance at Fluttershy's face as this was a one last time I'll see it again. The pegasus would dry her tears and stare back at me with a heartwarming smile.
I try hiding my sniffles returning the favor, knowing I've done my job; my job... of being a father.
And just like that the horn brimmed with magical power and casts a blinding flash which engulfs the entire premises. As the light vanishes, the three mares where they stood upon are no longer there. What moment does my mind still hold of the memories, I head into my room as I lie on my bed waiting for the magic to take it's course.
Shuffling to my left, I see some sort of scrolled-up piece of paper atop of my white drawer. Has it been there this entire time? Could it a be farewell note? Tempting it were, I strain myself from reaching out to it but without knowing what it yields would make me regrettably sorry. I grab the neatly scrolled paper and thoroughly read:
Hello, Dad. I'm writing this letter to you on behalf of the Princess' permission before they take my memories away. I never have gotten a chance to say thank you on how much you've done for me through all those years. Watching TV. Playing together. Hiking through the woods. You cared and loved me, and would always be there for me. No matter what. But I suppose now this is our last farewell... yet before I go I have to say thank you again for everything. You'll always be in a special place inside my heart.
With much love and regards,
~Your dear Shy.
Tears began forming and fall onto the note as I weep. Fluttershy sent me a letter before she's forgotten me completely.
I wish I can reconsider, but things must go back where they once was. I turn over on the bed sulking, then I notice the olive-colored blanket Fluttershy slept with. Reminding me of her, I snatched and smothered the fabric like as if it were Fluttershy, whispering to myself, "You'll always be in my heart too, my dear Shy."
Then my body becomes almost light as a feather, and before realizing, I'm gradually turning transparent... until seconds later... my whole being was nearly gone, but prior returning to my boring, everyday life I write one last paragraph at the first page of my diary for all those willing to read:
"My name is Rick Gärtners, and I write this diary to whomever comes across it. I am a thirty-eight year-old male with no spouse, but that's irrelevant right now. If you do happen to come across this, note for what you're about to read is a record of my life's history; day by day, month by month, and year by year. But never will you expect what's written in this forgotten journal. So sit a while, my readers, as you'll see how being shown to "kindness" can change my malevolent life... forever."
The End
Aftermath - Log Seven - Epilogue
I hung my head down and thoroughly gazed at the tender bare skin of my palms and fingertips, fighting the conflict that this had to be a dream. I pinched myself as hard as I possibly could on my neck, and for a second my brain responded to actual pain. I blinked several times as another attempt to prove I wasn't delusional. Each time I did the images before me remained the same; I was idly standing in my living room with a celestial mare -- whose multicolored mane somehow flowing without any support of wind -- staring at me from my television's monitor. My anger quickly vanished as the corners of my mouth struggled perking up a smile.
There was no more denying the inevitability, and soon I begun sobbing a handful of tears of absolute joy. My vision coated by a wall of tears, I rubbed the sappiness away with an entire right forearm. I wished to release the river of tears from the dam of my eyes, but I ironed my gut and swallowed the pressure. It ached me a little, but I disregarded the internal pain as I was extremely happy.
I locked my hands together, kneeling down to Celestia and praised, "You..." I sniffed, holding the urge from wailing again. "You have no idea how happy I feel right now." I moaned.
Celestia lent me an heavenly smile, "So you've made your choice then?" she asked.
There was a time I wanted to yell to express my sheer gratitude. However, I answered calmly, "Yes. But if it is allowed, I must do something before we continue."
"Of course," Celestia nodded. "Take your spare time to gather whatever it is you need." she said, as if she read my mind.
I can't say I hadn't enjoyed my years here on Earth, yet I can say it was also a living hell. At first I thought my whole world was turning out for the worst when I remembered Fluttershy. But I had been given a second chance. Now I'll be able to fulfill my promise to her - to love her, and always be there for her. I still couldn't believe this was truly happening.
I darted from the living room into my bedroom like a kid going to a candy store and started packing up anything necessary that could fit in a large suitcase. Such as my clothes and my diary. I briefly stopped and took a gander around my bedroom. The years I lived here; everything I earned, bought and worked for. All of it no longer mattered to me, not anymore.
There was something on my mind concerning of Tina. If it weren't for her I wouldn't have had a job as a journalist, and if it weren't for that job I wouldn't have had this house. Having this thought, I made a call to her after I finished packing.
Sitting down on my bed, I waited while the phone was ringing.
In a matter of minutes Tina decided to pick up as she answered, "Rick?" she yawned, as if she had just woken up.
"Tina," I started. "Do you think you could tell the boss that I'm quitting."
Immediately Tina replied, yelling in shock, "What?! What for?!"
I held my breath for a moment. Much as she was a friend, my only friend, I couldn't be straight with her. If I really told her the reason I'm leaving, I think there would be no further discussion. She'd probably hang up the phone in a heartbeat.
"Let's just say that I'm going away, is all." I said to her bluntly.
"Going away? Like, moving?"
"You could say that." I closed my eyes, nodding.
"Where to?" Tina asked.
I separated the black smartphone from my ear, pondering on how I should answer her question.
Hugging the phone back to my ear I replied, "I think it's best if you didn't know. Today before I leave-"
"Wait, you're leaving today?!" Tina interrupted.
"Yes, and I will say I won't be coming back. But before I leave, I want to say... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've kind of been a jerk most of the time, and I truly want to thank you on how much you did for me."
"Rick..." Tina depressingly uttered.
She sounded hurt, like she was crying.
"Tina, are you... crying?" I questioned
There was no doubt about it. Tina was in fact sobbing, loud enough even I heard it through the smartphone's speaker. I can't imagine why she was sullen.
"Yes," she admitted. "I'm just sad to hear that you have to leave. But may I ask why you're leaving?"
"I..."
I paused there for a while. Was Tina crying because she cared about me; as if she was affectionately in love... with me? Why else would she go out of her way by giving me her phone number, vouch for me at Marker Co., asking me out for dinner? I was so thick I hadn't realized it until now. It made absolute sense.
"Tina," I murmured staring down at the white rug beneath my black Nike's. "I'm sorry how badly hurt you must feel," I said in a sympathetic tone. "Things like this just happen for a reason. But," I continued. "I want to let you know that you've been such a great friend."
I probably shouldn't had said something like that, it only seemed to hurt Tina even worse.
"So that's how you view me as? A friend?" Tina remarked.
I irritably sighed, "Look. I really can't take the time to discuss about us," I pointed myself. "However, I'll let you know that whatever you've done for me was kind and thoughtful. If you hadn't helped me get a job, I wouldn't be where I am today. For that, I will always remember you as a friend."
Tina was silent for several seconds, until she spoke.
"W-w-will I..." Tina stuttered a little. "Will I still be able to talk to you?" she asked.
There was no guarantee I'll be able to talk to her again, not where I'm going. I'm pretty sure signals from cellphones can't be reached when you're in a different universe.
With my final words I replied, "I'm afraid not.... Goodbye, Tina."
Just like that, I pulled the phone away from my ear and pressed the red button ending the call. I slightly frowned, and the core of my heart felt cold and shallow. Guilt invaded my conscience, convincing me going to Equestria was the wrong thing to do. Regardless, I already made my decision. I want nothing more than to be with my dear Shy.
I threw the smartphone onto my bed and headed out to the living room where the celestial mare on my television screen was waiting in.
Once I approached Celestia she asked, "Are you ready now, Rick?"
Raising an index finger I motioned the mare to hold on for another minute. Celestia nodded. I looked over past my shoulder, surveying my belongings around the house one last time. The television, oh how it provided me some joyful entertainment throughout many of my oppressive years. I always fancied myself living in a cartoon world and frankly that dream was becoming a reality, although I hadn't known it would be this out of them all. There was the antique grandfather clock next to the hallway. How I'll miss the darned thing. It always served a great purpose singing its chimes to indicate me what time it was. And there was Fluttershy's olive-colored blanket, laying across the brown couch. I had to thank myself that I stopped to look around, otherwise I would have forgotten to bring it with me. I snatched the cherished fabric and hung it on the left of my shoulder and without delay glanced back at Celestia.
Inhaling an excessive amount of air and exhaling it, I muttered, "Okay, I'm ready this time...."
Suddenly, the black background behind Celestia was slowly turning white and kept turning brighter and brighter up to a point where it was blinding. I closed my eyes to avoid getting blinded. My body then was tingling with an unusual sensation I found hard to describe. If I had to, I would say it was nothing alike the spell that sent me back in time. It was farfetched. My mind filled with serene as a sudden wave of warmth coursed through my muscles and veins. Such a warming embrace, like sitting inside a cozy cabin in front of a fireplace. When the warmth faded I finally opened my eyes, and I noticed I was no longer standing in the midst of my humble living room or my house even
I stood in an enormous room with numerous stain glass windows depicting ponies across the grey, concrete walls. A couple of them had Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and lastly... Fluttershy. One window had each of them wearing trinkets and they were zapping a strange, slender-like creature possessing varieties of animal parts, a creature that I'm not intrigued to know or remember. The sun, though, was profoundly angled as its rays brim past the window, casting a plethora of colorful beams onto the ground below it.
Afterwards, I turned and observed a rather comfy-looking throne fitted for a king or queen far ahead of me. It was skillfully sculpted out of solid gold, with a plushy red square pillow as its seat comforter. I wondered how it would feel sitting in one of those. It must be quite comfortable. Once I caught a good glimpse of the environment around me I turned to face the celestial mare who stood beside me.
"Here we are. My throne room," said Celestia.
Itching the bottom of my chin, I envied in thought, 'The throne room, huh? I must say this beats my house, that's for sure.'
However, it came to my shocking surprise when a female voice other than Celestia's chimed, "Hello there."
I recognized that voice from anywhere. Turning and tilting my head down I saw a lavender unicorn perking up at me with a friendly smile.
"Hmph, fancy meeting you here," I said with a snarky grin, seeing it was Twilight Sparkle.
"It's great to see you too," Twilight giggled.
Gazing every inch of my surroundings, I highly expected I'd see Fluttershy here. Yet she wasn't anywhere in plain view.
"So," I said, cocking a confused brow. "Where is she?"
Twilight was the first to answer, "She's plucking flowers for her basket. I'd say this is the perfect time." she advised.
Celestia trotted beside her student, locking my eyes with hers.
"Are you up to it?" Celestia asked.
I lowered my head and narrowed my brows entering a deep trance of pondering. The question the celestial mare asked; the feeling to see my dear Shy made the butterflies in my stomach flutter about. But that wasn't really the case why I was feeling this way. I had fearful thoughts of what Twilight explained long ago before I got sent back in time.
"I must know one or two things before we move on forward. What is to become of Fluttershy?"
"Once we return to Ponyville I'll cast a spell that'll replace her memories here with our adventures and bonding friendship. It's guaranteed to erase every trace of this world."
Recalling that, I feared to consider the possibility that if Fluttershy even saw me she might not remember me. Yet, I knew for certain that'll unlikely happen. Because if I was able to remember her by a simple feather, surely she'll remember me too, so I don't know why I was worrying why she wouldn't.
I firmly bit my bottom lip, and tightened my grip on the leathery handle of my suitcase while I peered down at the floor for some time. Honestly, I was afraid, but I didn't let nervousness or the question alone be the reason I shouldn't go through with it. Shifting my eyes back to meet Celestia's, I spoke with a puffed out chest, "I can't back out now, not while I made it this far. I'll see this until the very end."
"Very well," Celestia replied, giving me a confident smile. She looked down and bobbled a single nod to her honorable student.
Twilight nodded back as her horn glowed with a purplish aura which brimmed brighter and stronger in each second. She then conjured a large, transparent sphere which enveloped us. Once more my whole vision was re-introduced to nothing but momentary blindness.
The imagery of white blinding me partially faded away, and I had a hard time seeing where I was standing in now. However, my ears picked up the sounds of birds elegantly chirping, the bare skin of both my arms and face felt the soothing waves of cool winds stroking them, and the aroma of flowers was appealing to my nostrils.
After a while, the whiteness blocking my vision fully dissipated, and I found myself clear out in an open and endless field of waving, white petaled daisies. Well, to me they looked like daisies, and it explained the sweet aroma. I held a hand over my eyes to shade myself from the blazing sun as I gazed up at the cloudless sky above me. Never had I seen a sky so very clear, especially by Earth's standards. The sight of it awed me immensely.
However, I noticed the princess and her student were nowhere to be seen, which made me believe they sent me out here alone. I wouldn't say I was completely alone, though. I still had my hand shading over my eyes as I kept a lookout for anybody. I managed to spot a familiar... someone, several yards ahead of me. Squinting, I pointed out that it was definitely my dear Shy, sitting around gathering flowers and putting them in a basket. Just as how Twilight had said.
I mildly jogged, then walked, then crept as I got closer and closer until I was ten feet away from her. She still hadn't sensed my presence as she had her back turned against me. I felt the oil oozing from my sideburns, something made far worse by the sun's rays bathing me above. My stomach growled with anticipation as I took one quiet step at a time - foot by foot.
I glanced at the butter-colored pegasus picking flower by flower with her mouth as she dropped each one into a hay-woven basket next to her.
At six feet away I stopped, and stood silent and still like a british guard guarding his queen's castle. I took a nervous deep breath and whispered loudly, "F-Fluttershy?" I stuttered.
Her head lifted as her soft, pointy ears pricked up. Bouncing in several directions.
"Fluttershy...?" I muttered.
Her ears moved toward me, and she rotated her whole body around facing me.
How I dreamt the day I'd see that gorgeous face of her. Not by television but in total person. Her long, pinkish mane drooping almost near to the ground, her glistening blue eyes reflecting from the sunlight. She was exactly like the last time I remembered her, and for that my own eyes were beginning to water. The moment Fluttershy saw me, however, she slightly frowned, and curtained her face with her mane.
"H-hello? D-do I k-know you?" Fluttershy inquired shyly, her tail curling between her hind legs.
I stared at her, hurt and confused, "Fluttershy..." I said. "Don't you recognize me?"
Fluttershy took a step backward, shaking her head, "I-I-I'm afraid I don't know who you are," she replied. "Or whatever it is you are..."
"Surely," my lips quivered. "Surely you haven't forgotten me completely, have you?" I asked in a sullen tone.
I watched as the timid pegasus quietly stood there without uttering another word. There was no mistaking it, she had no idea who I was. Not even my appearance triggered anything inside her mind. No. No, this wasn't what I imagined. I thought when Fluttershy saw me I'd hoped she would become the adoring daughter I came to know and love. But, that was only a mere thought. A silly fantasy....
My pupils recoiled, and the affliction inside my broken heart cringed me. "Have I..." I whispered through gritted teeth while a tear from my right eye slowly trickled its way down to the bottom of my chin. "Have I really lost her," and from that point I was reluctant finishing what I feared to be true. "...forever?"
I wasn't going to give up so I dropped the blanket and suitcase and knelt down to one knee, wailing, "Please, Fluttershy," I pleaded sorrowfully. "Remember!"
It was meaningless getting her to remember. She would let out a whimper and kept herself at a fair distance. Seeing her acting that way only brought more pain to my already shattered soul.
I brushed my runny nose with a clean sleeve, "So that's it," I rose to my feet, sniffling. "There's no way for me to change you back..."
Depressed, I turned and slowly dragged myself away from her leaving both the olive-colored blanket and silver suitcase lying on the ground without a care. Looking back, I was creating a pathway of ruined daisies as I walked. Some tears fell along the way and stained the fabric of my red t-shirt, they'd then shrivel instantly by the sun's scorching heat. I stopped, since I had no clue where I'm supposed to go now. I wondered if it wasn't too late for Celestia to take me back home. But then again, I already had told Tina I wasn't coming back, and I had her tell my boss that I was quitting.
I closed my eyelids deeply shut and re-opened them. "Still not a dream..." I depressingly sighed.
Then, a muffled voice behind me rung my ears.
I rotated around and saw Fluttershy holding a corner of the olive-colored blanket with her mouth. She had her eyes fixed to mine, staring like she was contemplating or in a long process of thinking. I wasn't sure what was happening but one thing was certain that something sparked within those sparkling orbs of hers. Her pupils dilated, and the fabric took a fall and flattened softly onto the ground when she lowered her jaw. She stretched her neck an inch out with a hint of disbelief crossed on her expression. Almost as if she had seen a ghost... or, maybe she....
"D-... Daddy?" she uttered, taking one step closer.
That word. Could it be?
"...Fluttershy?" I muttered with eyes slightly widened.
"Daddy!" she cried.
Everything inside my mind went blank. Everything except Fluttershy, because all I saw was her and only her. It was this moment, this exact moment I realized this was... my dear Shy, my one and only true daughter I loved and raised.
She began galloping towards me. Her swollen eyes, glossed with substances of longing, left a sparkling trail of tears behind her as she galloped in haste. I spread my arms far and wide and readied myself for a reuniting celebration. She leaped and wrapped her hooves around me, clutching herself to my body so tightly she'd never want to let go. She buried her sobs into my left shoulder in the meanwhile soaking it.
How I had longed for this moment; how I longed wanting to see, to hear, to feel her. I brushed my face against her silk-like mane, swaying left and right as I fought the urge to cry uncontrollably. But I failed. The dam was filled to the brim, and I had no other choice but to let the waters overflow from the corners of my eyes.
"I thought," Fluttershy muffled out a wailing moan as she continued nuzzling my shoulder with her perky nose. "I thought I'd never see you again!"
I slithered my hand to the back of her head, gently caressing it, "Sshhh. It's okay," I whispered in her ear. "I'm here now, and I won't be going anywhere this time. I promise."
We pushed ourselves away for a breathing second but came back hugging each other as we connected our foreheads together.
Fluttershy managed to tuck away her sobbing, while nuzzling her nose to mine affectionately, "I love you, Daddy." she said to me with a brightened smile.
I had been waiting to hear those cherishing words. Words that'd send my heart aflutter. This was the everlasting happiness I gave up everything for, and I couldn't had been any happier making that decision.
"And," I smiled back. "I love you too, my dear Shy."
The End
