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The Death Of Derpy Hooves
Episode 3: The Million Mile Travel To Nowhere
A week passed since Lyra last read Derpy's diary. She was simply too tired to read it, or already depressed by the things she had previously read. She never knew the pony who seemed the happiest could keep it hidden so well... but curiousity got the best of Lyra the more she thought about the diary.
She just got out of the shower and was about to go to bed when she decided to keep on the small lamp in her room and read a little more.
I was completely alone. The world tortured me, scarred me, and finally let me sink down to the worst possible living. The mail pony job just didn't keep food on the table, and I spent too much time there to get another job, if another company would even hire me.
I sat down at 3 in the morning, 2 hours before work. I was beat to shit, and all I wanted to do was watch a little mind numbing television. I saw Filthy Rich on the TV now, my childhood bully, standing infront of everypony getting millions to cheer for his ugly ass face. Everyone listened to him, why? Because he was rich, and he had fame, and connections. Children were dead because of his stupid Rainbow Factory incident that happened last year, and all he did was sell the company to some racing pegasus to avoid the publicity, and still everyone loved him... everyone loved him just because od his fame and money! That was it I realised! I had to find a way to become famous, and if I did, I would get the money, and it would be a simple game of mind control. However, I had to use my powers for good, and if I could have that power, I could stop violence, discrimination, and eventually this blind following and hatred.
First thing I did in the morning was head off to a big public party. The famous DJ PON3 was there playing some music, and the media was always on her. I stood right in the middle of the crowd where everyone could see me, and I tried to devise some way to get the attention of the camera. I started to mosh during the music in the most stupid and uncoordinated ways possible, simply to get a quick shot from the camera, and because this was airing on public television, I would get the best crowd attention.
That night I got home after a day long concert, and when I got home my boss sent me my final check and told me I was fired for skipping work, and I wondered if my gamble was worth it, and sure enough, it was but not in the way I expected. I did appear on the TV, but the camera only zoomed in on me when I was staying still, the one moment I was. At first, I was aggrovated, but for whatever reason, people started paying attention to me because my eyes were lazy.
The following day, I was the talk of the town. Everyone was talking about me because I was "the pony with the wall eye at the DJ PON3 concert" and it was perfect. I was asked to be on advertisements, and I was invited to all sorts of parties and social gatherings to create a story. I was even asked to model in designer clothing for big brand stores. My fame was perfect, and I knew I needed just a little more time before I gave out my message, the first step in the bigger picture of this plan.
Time passed, and when I finally decided to open my mouth on the matter, and give my speech that took me many weeks to organise, everypony hated it. That was when I realised my entire career fame was dedicated to my wall eyes, and nothing more. People only liked the stupid me, not the real me, and when I decided to speak, I was avoided by the media, and even censored if I would appear on TV. I think it's funny that people only like you when you keep your mouth shut, and you just fit into the cold casket society builds for you. I had travelled a million miles to get to nowhere.
The Death Of Derpy Hooves
Date: February 15, 2011
Location: Somewhere on the outskirts of Canterlot
Reporter: Anon
Subject of report: Dead body found
Victim (if there is none, simply write NA): Derpy Hooves
Any additional info: The cause of death is suicide, the pony is a female pegasus in her early 20s, possibly 18 or 19 even. I have called the royal guards, and am simply writing this to make sure you know so you can contact any family members of this young pony.
Lyra finally finished filling out the form, and she watched as Celestia's royal guards loaded the decaying remains of the pony, whom was once her neighbor, in their hearse like chariot.
"Thank you for contacting us as soon as you did." said one guard who appeared to be high ranking presumably only because of the great number of badges on his saddle.
"It's fine," Lyra sighed, "She used to be my neighbor... I never thought much of her, and I never even knew her, but I still think it's sad and telling you guys was the least I could do."
Lyra's mind was a mess, she didn't think her small vacation in Canterlot could go to this complete hell that it did. She was out at the beach when she found Derpy hanging from a palm tree, rotting, and practically skeletal, and only one thing remained... a diary.
She waited for the guards to leave, which took what seemed to be hours, and finally opened the small book with only one strand of Derpy's hair from her mane on the brown, leather, cover.
To whoever this may concern, I am Derpy Hooves. If you are reading this, I am no longer alive. The life I had was too much for me, and there is too much to explain on one page. This diary is the story of the things you never knew, the pain I felt, the hatred I received, and the things I've seen that no pony could even dream of. This is the beginning of my end.
The Death Of Derpy Hooves
Episode 2: The Abyss Of Dying Sanity
Lyra was back home now, she brought the little book in her saddle bag, and threw it on the table. It had been a long vacation, and she immediately made herself a sandwich because the carriage she rode on didn't provide any food, even for a 10 hour flight. When she finally got a chance to sit down and eat, she opened the diary and decided to skim through it.
I suppose I should start at the part when I was a little filly. I lived in Manehattan in a poor neighborhood. There were unicorn gangs everywhere, and I heard them testing out different dangerous attack spells all the time. The spells could kill a pony in a single shot, and because of this, I was never allowed to go outside. One day, I decided to sneak out of the house, and I walked right in the middle of a gang fight. There was blood everywhere, and when a pony fired an explosive shot right behind me, my ears were severely damaged, which caused me to speak in a strange manner. Now if you are curious, I am not deaf, but my hearing is very bad because of this incident.
Now you understand why my hearing is the way that it is, I must understand why my eyes are the way they are. Because of my hearing loss, and my awkward voice, I was bullied at school.
I hated school, and everypony treated me like shit. The other kids called me retarded, imitated me, and eventually an older pony named Filthy Rich found a perfect formula to make my life even worse.
His family was visiting from Canterlot for business purposes only. His family was extremely wealthy, and given the overwhelming poverty of the ponies here, they would do anything for the money he had, and he was willing to share, with a condition. He would actually pay other ponies to beat me for his own amusement.
This lasted for 5 months before he moved, and on his last day here, I was rushed to the hospital and I suffered from brain damage after being bashed into the cement for about an hour. The same day, my parents were killed while shopping by a local gang. When I got out of the hospital, I was sent to Ponyville to an orphanage by Princess Celestia where I would stay until I became 18, and was forced to move out because no one wanted to adopt me.
I was young, and poor, so I decided to get a job as a mail pony. I was feeling so low at the time, but this was probably the happiest I was as far as I can remember, in my life, this abyss of my dying sanity.