The Journal

by CaptainnToaster

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Human, Sad
Length: 3171

When yet another human discovers a pony on Earth, he learns to love Fluttershy as his own, and documents it in his journal.

After a duplicate Fluttershy was created as only a filly, Princess Celestia found a human who was willing to care for the pony while Celestia remained in Ponyville.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-07 21:44:42 UTC

The Journal

The Journal

Written By: CaptainnToaster

Day 1:

Lately I’ve found myself to enjoy only the company of Scott Pilgrim, Rocky Horror, Doctor Who, and My Little Pony. Scott Pilgrim is really the closest thing I have to a friend these days, as most of them are gone, the ones who remain don’t understand nor accept me, and I seem to really connect with Scott Pilgrim.

I’m not very good with diaries, and I don’t know what else to say.

Goodbye.

Day 2:

Hello again,

As I was walking home from the grocery store today, guess who I saw?

Michael Cera!

Granted I didn’t meet him or talk to him, nothing was official, and I only saw him from a distance, I swear it was him! And what is one role that Michael Cera plays? Scott Pilgrim! Isn’t that crazy? Scott Pilgrim in my town. Nothing happens here anymore, especially nothing like that.

I should really be off to bed.

Goodbye.

Day 3:

Sorry about that. It was late at night, I barely remember even writing last night. Upon more thinking, I doubt that was actually Michael Cera. Not in a dump like this.

I wish you could be here. I’m cooking some popcorn and getting some snacks out for a viewing of Scott Pilgrim VS The World. (The movie, of course.) I’ve never had company to watch it with. I bet it would be great to enjoy such a wonderful movie with someone. Like I said, I wish you could be here. I’m sure you’d love the movie.

I LOVE THIS PART! I can just hear a narrator saying over and over in my head, “Scott earned the power of love!”

Gideon gets his butt kicked! This is my all time favorite movie, I know you’d enjoy it.

I’ve always pondered on “The Power Of Love.”

I think it would be nice to love someone. It might even be better to be loved by someone. Since both of my parents died when I was so young, and my foster parents put me on my own as soon as they could, I’ve really never been able to know “love.”

I’d like to get a girlfriend one day. I’m a bit too shy to find one anyway. Where I live is quite a small village with not much going on, and really not too many residents.

Goodbye

Day 4:

Hello,

I just got back from the grocery store again. There’s a girl who often rings me up, she’s really pretty. I’m sure she hasn’t heard of Scott Pilgrim, so I might invite her over to watch it. I’m sick of being so lonely.

I think I’m starting to regret doing this whole diary thing...

Goodbye.

Day 5:

Today I went back to the grocery store. I didn’t need anything, I just wanted to see if that girl would come over. I’m such an idiot. Why would she have said yes? I hadn’t even known her stupid name until today. Sandra. Sarah. I don’t even know. Stupid bitch.

At least I know not to check out in line number five anymore.

Goodbye.

Day 6:

FUC

PIECE OF S

HOW COULD Y

GOD, WHY AM I SO S

BYE.

Day 7:

Sorry, I was feeling really down last night and had a little much to drink, I appear to have ripped out the last entry, and from what’s left, I don’t think I was too happy. Sorry again. I just thought I should make that clear.

I read through all of Scott Pilgrim again though, the whole series. I must have, anyway. Volume 3 has a beer stain and Volume 6 is covered in vomit. I should be glad I don’t remember last night. I guess I’ll run over a few towns to get some new books.

Goodbye.

Day 8:

I know I talk about Scott Pilgrim a lot, and I know I mentioned that I like My Little Pony, but I guess in a way, I only talk so much about Scott Pilgrim to cover my my passion for MLP. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t clop or anything, just the thought of that disturbs me. But gosh, I love MLP. Nobody is even reading this, this is my diary, but I still feel ashamed to tell “you” about my love for a children’s show about talking horses. I decided to rewatch all of seasons one, two, and what’s been made of three. I’ve also been trying to expand my library of fanfics. One of my favorites was My Little Dashie by ROBCakeran53. It’s pretty well known amongst the brony community, and gosh, did I cry. I hate to reference more internet and show how dorky I am, but as a Spongebob meme goes, I’ll have you know, I read My Little Dashie, and I only cried for twenty minutes!

The sad part is that in all reality, it was twenty minutes, and damn, that’s a long time.

It feels good to get out my hidden love, but the memories are making me sad. I should head off to bed.

Goodbye.

Day 9:

I’m beginning to no longer regret writing this diary, but... I think I may be losing my mind.

Seeing Michael Cera on the way home from the grocery is one thing, it was a simple beacon of hope for seeing an idol, when in reality it was just a man with a similar appearance. But this, ...this...was different.

Today, I just...

Do you remember how in My Little Dashie, the narrator just one day comes across Rainbow Dash, just in his human world? It worked so well, it was a great story.

It was a great fanfiction. Fan. Fiction. Fiction. Animated ponies could never exist on Earth, right? I must have been imagining things. As far as I can remember, due to some mishap within Twilight Sparkle’s spells, typical, I know, another Fluttershy seemed to be created, and almost...reborn, as she was still a filly while the original Fluttershy remained. And then next I know, Princess Celestia is wandering the Earth streets looking for a place to leave the filly? I don’t know what’s worse, my mind tricking me into thinking I was talking to the princess leader of animated ponies, or it telling me that right now, in my bedroom, there is a baby Fluttershy asleep on my bed. It couldn’t have happened. It’s not improbable, it’s impossible. I’m too afraid to face either reality.

Goodbye.

Day 10:

I can’t do this. This cannot be happening. This can NOT be happening. I stumbled to my bed last night, leaving the lights off, as I was too afraid of the slightest chance that a small pony would be on my bed and in my vision. I layed there for hours, not feeling any pony upon my mattress, but also not searching for one. This morning I awoke and sight was inevitable. I had no choice but to look around my room. There she was. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I had looked into her beautiful sky blue eyes and they melted away into my soul. Cuddled up against my leg, barely awake, was a small blonde pony with a cotton candy mane.

What am I supposed to do? This simply can’t be real, but gosh, it has to be.

I can’t just give her up, she’s mine. But how could this happen? Animated drawings do not just appear into the world. What do I feed her? What do I do with her? What do I name her, Fluttershy?

Oh my, I’m so overwhelmed, I just, I have no idea where to even start. I have no idea of anything. What on Equestria is happening?

Goodbye.

Day 12:

Sorry I hadn’t written yesterday. I just had no idea what was going on.

I spent the entire day sitting on my couch, once again watching all that has been released of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. The show had ended and I remained there, just thinking. I refrained from thoughts of multiple realities, alternate universes, and really just...the reality of the show I had just watched. And all this time, all I could feel was the rustling of the softest fur in the universe rubbing against my leg as the cutest chirps and squeaks came out of her muzzle. I give up on this fight. This is the third day with this filly, and she won’t just disappear or anything, so how could she not exist? I don’t know how or why she’s here, but I won’t question it. She’s mine and that is all that matters. I won’t go so far as to call her my daughter, as ROBCakeran53 would, but I sure will love this pony. I will love her for as long as her precious wings will flap. Fluttershy is my pony now, and nothing will ever change that.

Goodbye.

Day 13:

I woke up this morning and there she was, once again cuddled against my leg. I didn’t bother to wake her, and I figured I should try to find something to feed her. I have no idea what I’m supposed to feed a cartoon, so I decided check the internet. After a quick search of “What do horses eat?” as to not seem to odd, and she is after all a horse, I decided to find her some grasses and horse feed and things like that. I also picked up a can of cat food as a test in case the other foods don’t work.

On another note, I’ve realized I no longer have a feeling of loneliness I did only days ago. Within four days, this filly has brought so much unimaginable joy to my life that no Scott Pilgrim movie date could ever compare to.

Maybe Fluttershy would enjoy Scott Pilgrim. She may not understand it yet, but I do love that movie, and I certainly do love that pony.

Goodbye.

Day 16:

I have no idea what to do. I’m terrified. She hasn’t eaten since the day I found her. I have no idea what I’m supposed to give her. I can’t call a vet. I can’t buy “cartoon pony food.” I don’t know what to do! Is she just not ready to eat yet? How is she supposed to live with no food? I’ve been running around for the past three days trying this and that, hoping she’ll eat something. She’ll sniff her nose around, but she won’t bite. Where is Twilight Sparkle now?

Fluttershy, if you ever learn to read this, I hope you know that I love you, and I’m trying so hard to make sure you’re okay. I love you, sweetie.

Goodbye.

Day 17:

I woke up this morning, only to find Fluttershy not nuzzled against me. As if I wasn’t stressed enough already. I jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and rushed out of my room, only to hear the most gentle nibbling I had ever heard.

She was eating!

I sighed with relief, but that scared her away, only to show that her wings are developing as well. She struggled a bit, but in fear, she flew from the bowl of leftover grass over to the couch, where she hid her big, blue eyes under her hooves. I walked over to her and comforted her until she again felt safe. Gaining the trust of this pony was one of the happiest moments of my life. She’s currently nibbling at my pencil as I write this. Isn’t that adorable? I think we’re both pretty tired, I should head off to bed.

Goodbye.

Day 22:

I’m very happy to say that Fluttershy’s eating habits are improving. She appears to like grass, as expected, as well as apples, and has been eating on a regular basis. I think I’m going to take an idea from My Little Dashie and take Fluttershy to an abandoned park down the road, maybe there she will be able to train her wings a little better.

I’m so happy for her.

Goodbye.

Day 23:

The park went great! She’s already getting better as a pegasus. She’s really getting the hang of flying. I think ROBCakeran53 got it wrong, Fluttershy is growing quite fast, within only a few weeks, and his fictional Rainbow Dash had taken years to grow. I’m so excited that my little filly is becoming her own pony. I took my camera to the park with us. I positioned myself next to an old green slide, took out my camera and told Fluttershy to not be afraid, and to slide down. The picture was perfect. There she was soaring down a slide next to my big smiling face. It was the perfect photo.

I think I’ll have it framed.

I had a great day.

Goodbye.

Day 24:

I framed the picture today, can you believe it? I felt a bit uncomfortable having the photo printed from a drug store, so I printed it from my computer and bought a beautiful wooden frame. It looks great. It now sits on our bed stand for Fluttershy and I to smile at as we fall asleep.

I feel so lucky to have her.

Goodbye.

Day 27:

Sorry I haven't written in a few days. Fluttershy and I have been busy. We've been training her wings a lot, especially at the park. She seems to be enjoying it, but I'm afraid she's too shy to tell me if I'm working her too hard. She knows I love her with all my heart. I don't think she would hide her feelings from me.

It's time to feed her, and then we're watching Scott Pilgrim together. She's getting so big.

Goodbye.

Day 28:

Her voice is developing beautifully. You could not imagine the love that is felt when you stare into her gorgeous eyes and hear the sweetness of her loving voice. It is so much more clear and graceful than the animation that appears through my computer screen. This is real, and she has the sweetest voice. I’m glad that she is as shy as expected, as I’m often very shy and awkward as well, and that allows us to connect more easily.

Animals don’t seem to understand her, but they often allow her comfort.

I’m happy that her caring nature is able to rub off on others in this world.

She will always care for me as I will her.

I love you, Fluttershy. You are my reason to go on. You defeat my troubles and bring all new happiness. I love you.

Goodbye.

Day 48:

Wow, I’m sorry I haven’t been keeping you updated on Fluttershy! We’ve been so busy together. We are so happy together, she loves me and I love her. She’s kept such great company that I had forgotten about this diary! Sorry again, but I only stumbled upon this on my way to bed, so I should be off. I’ll try to keep this updated.

P.S., I think she’s getting close to her full size. It’s hard to tell how large an animated pony will grow, but she appears as though she would in Ponyville. She has enlarged her vocabulary and we comfortably talk, especially about Scott Pilgrim. All of this in just a few weeks. This little filly who’s no longer such a filly has changed my life.

Goodbye.

Day 49:

Hello again. Unlike the expected reaction from Rainbow Dash in My Little Dashie, Fluttershy is quite okay with her existence in a children’s show. I attempted to tell her about how she was a double, at least what I could remember from my brush with Princess Celestia. She seems very accepting towards the idea, although she is as confused as I am, but we comfortably watch MLP together, and the bonding makes me feel incredible. I’m still so grateful to have found her.

Day 50:

Day 50 already. What’s that been? Almost two months. I can’t believe she’s only been around that short of a time. It’s felt like a lifetime, and if my life were to end anytime soon, I’d be satisfied, having the best days of my life be my last.

There was some...other news, though.

Last night, Fluttershy and I were once again watching Scott Pilgrim, when outside my window, I could have sworn I saw Princess Celestia wandering the streets again.

I was terrified. She couldn’t be taking my Fluttershy away. She could take Dash away, but that was fiction, right? She couldn’t be coming for Fluttershy, she wasn’t needed in Ponyville.

Christ, I was scared. I jumped up and ran to the door and whispered to see if I could catch her attention.

The tall, white mare turned to face me, as she gracefully galloped over with a smile on her face.

She placed a hoof on my shoulder for comfort and asked what was the matter.

After explaining the ending of My Little Dashie, she looked at me, confused, and told me she was simply checking on Fluttershy, as she still is a faithful pony to look after, whether it be in Ponyville or on Earth.

Relieved, I thanked the Princess for caring for Fluttershy and updated her on Fluttershy’s health and advancements.  She was rather surprised at how fast Fluttershy had grown, but she was glad that this accidental pony was getting the love she deserved. I then went back to cuddle my pegasus on the couch.

I don’t think this journal is too necessary anymore.

Fluttershy should be fine, and I will update if anything is to happen to her.

I hope this journal can serve as a memory of the journey I’ve had with this pony, and only time will tell the rest of the story.

For one last time,

Goodbye.

Day 1:

Hello. I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do with diaries nor notebooks. I woke up today and I had no idea where I was. I still kind of don’t. Some people in white coats took me in for some questioning. They had asked if I knew where I was, and told me I was in some sort of asylum. I don’t recall the name. They also said I had been in a coma, I’m not sure for how long or what had happened. The guards in white gave me this journal to write my feelings so that they can monitor my thoughts. I am still not sure why I'm here nor how I got here...

They brought me back to my room and I saw something that really fascinated me. It was a picture of me next to an old green slide. Just...me and a slide. It looked to be at least a few months old, the photo. It was in a nice wooden frame. I have no idea why something like that would have been framed.

I really do wonder why I had taken a picture with a slide.

Maybe I do belong here...

Goodbye.