Friendship is Recovering

Chapter 6

I opened my eyes and saw that I wasn't moved to a completely new location from where I passed out this time. As I slowly stood up, I remembered what happened yesterday (I could tell that it was yesterday because the sun is just rising). It was early morning when I got up, and I really loved the early mornings. The night was the only thing that I would say could compare to it with its beauty and peacefulness. As I turned back to the town, I decided to actualy get myself acquainted with the town. I was still new to it anyways, and I don't think I will be going anywhere soon, so I probably should have done it in the first place. As I walked I thought to myself, I over reacted to being pulled here and tried to punch royalty. Perhaps I should try to get her opinion on how I should try to fit in when I see her.

As I continued through the town, I felt like something was folowing me. When I turned around, I noticed a rectangular hay bale. Normaly I wouldn't care about hay bales, but this hay bale had on the silly disguise glasses that reeked of a bad disguise. I naturally didn't fall for that trick and walked straight up to the hay bale. When I was close to it, I could easily tell that who ever was trying to folow me is hideing in it. When I reached in with my head, I felt hair on my face, so I grabbed it with my mouth and pulled who ever was in it out. When I pulled my folower out, I noticed it was pinkie pie. I let go with my mouth and tried to use my hooves to wipe the taste of hair out of my mouth.Mental note to self, Pinkie Pie's hair is *not made of cotton candy.* I thought with an amused grin.

After finaly getting the taste of hair out of my mouth (somewhat), I glared at Pinkie Pie.

"Why were you folowing me?" I asked her in a very stern voice. I couldn't be fully angry because it was still early in the morning.

"I wanted to ask you something!" She said with excitement in her voice.

"What is it?" I asked in a confused, yet deadpanned tone.

"Why were you such an unfriendly meany-face in the Library?" She asked me in that ever happy voice.

"I'm not answering that," I told her as plainly as I could say it.

"Why won't you tell me?" She asked in a confused voice.

"Because it is none of your business, that's why," I said in a very stern tone.

"You can tell me," She said in an attempt of a soothing voice.

"I can, but I won't," I shot back in a half annoyed tone. Although, I have to say, I was sorta touched that she even cared.

"Yes you can!" She exlaimed.

"No," I said once more.

"Yes," She said again.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Yes!"

"No!'

"Yes!"

"No!"

"No!"

"Glad you agree with me," I said. Pinkie looked thoroughly suprised.

"Aww... You must have been very focused on it," She said sadly.

"Yeah. I am really focused on not telling you," I said in a cold voice

"But, why won't you tell me?" She asked me in that sad tone that little children often spoke in when trying to get their way.

"Because, I hate reliving it," I said in quietly, almost like Fluttershy, a saddened tone. I realised that I just said exactly the real reason of why I hated to talk about it. Oddly enough, I didn't care anyways.

"Really?" She asked me with a curious look in her eyes. I sighed, I was going to tell someone eventualy, might as well be her.

"If you stop bugging me about it so much, I will tell you the truth," I told her with a sigh.

"I will. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." She said while doing motions that ended with her sticking her hoof in her eye. Doesn't it hurt to stick a hoof in your eye? I thought to myself.

"Can I ask you why you did that?" I said in confusion.

"I made a Pinkie Promise!" She exlaimed to me.

"And you won't break that promise?" I questioned her. She gasped pretty loudly.

"Break a Pinkie Promise? NEVER!" She said while giveing me an evil look. I sighed, by the looks of her evil look, she was very serious about Pinkie Promises... whatever they are.

"Fine, I'll tell you... but not here, Someone could hear us." I said to her in a half worried look.

"How about you tell me at Sugarcube Corner!" She exclaims to me.

"And there is no one there?" I asked her

"No, Mr. and Mrs. Cake went with the twins on vacation. I am in charge watching over the bakery," she explained in that eagerly happy voice. I simply nodded in agreement and folowed her as she hopped all the way there. Meanwhile I did notice something was folowing me, but I did not pay much attention this time.

As we arived at our destination, a building that looked like it was made of edible desserts, Pinkie Pie opened the door and hopped in. I wondered for a moment of how she could hop with hooves, but I decided that I could at least trust her to a degree. As we entered into Sugarcube Corner, my nose was assaulted by the smell of baked goods. Muffins, Cakes, Pies, pretty much any kind of baked good you can think of. I enjoyed the smell for a bit, before turning back to the task at hand.

"This is still too open for me," I told Pinkie Pie.

"Don't tell it yet, silly! We need to go to the kitchen first!" She replied to me. I figured the kitchen was as close as I could get to being private enough to tell my story. As I folowed her into the kitchen I noticed her hair was just slightly less poofy than before. I sighed as we entered the kitchen and I picked a spot in the middle of it to sit down in.

"Alright, as I tell this story, I want no interuptions. If you interupt once, I'm going to stop the story and leave. Okay?" I explained to her. She nodded in agreement and I sighed before I started my story.

"I'll start my story from the beginning. It was a long time ago and I was still human. Yes I am human, but that's an important fact now. I had an ordinary life for being a normal eighteen year old. I was going to collage still and I had a relatively easy life. All of that changed when I saw my future wife for the first time. She was very beautiful with her brown hair and her blue eyes. I couldn't help but fall head over heels for her. In your words it would be head over hooves, but I'll use human terms for my story. I would have asked her out, but I figured that because she was so beautiful I had no chance. She was too good for me, so I thought, so I never talked to her during that time. Although I did admire her beauty whenever I got the chance. A week later and I notice her walking up to me in the coffee shop to say hello. I replied back with a simple hello, and one thing led to another. Next thing I know, I was in a very great conversation with her and enjoying every moment of it. We decided to become friends and use the same coffee shop as our get-together spot. It's funny how sometimes things can work out for you in the end."

I paused in my story and smiled at the memory, "It wasn't until a month later that I decided to ask her out. When I did, I not only failed to ask her out properly, but she unexpectedly accepted it. I was in a real panic then, I had absolutely no plans for her actualy accepting. So I took her to this fancy restraunt that plays classical music, and to my suprise, she loved the place. She told me she always went there when she was celebrating something. I was very lucky that I picked the right place to go to. As we ate our dinner, we talked about what could happen our future together, if there was even one. It was mostly her talking about it as I was stuttering a bit too much to form normal words," I paused again to chuckle at the memory, "After the date, I made friends with her friends as she introduced me to them. I was very friendly, but quite shy as well. It took them a while before I started talking. When I did talk, I was perfectly okay with them and we had a lot of laughs together. They noticed how we felt about each other, and some of them were really insisting strongly about me marrying her. I did not really listen to those suggestions at first, but as time passed, I found out that they were actualy right. We were not only hanging around each other so much but, when we could make an excuse, we would kiss. I really was scared of kissing at first, but I think she dragged me into it anyways. The second kiss was the one I did willingly. When I decided to finaly actualy start getting arrangements for proposeing to her, I didn't buy her a diamond ring, like most fiancés do. I didn't have the money to buy the diamond ring, as almost all of was going towards my collage and food. So I went to the shop and bought a plain ring. I took the ring back to my room and worked on it as much as I could. I have this... natural talent for metal smithing. I have since I was a child. My soon to be wife however, became increaseingly worried at how I got very little sleep."

I closed my eyes to remember the days where I was literally trying to keep myself awake. When I opened my eyes I resumed the story, "When she asked me about it, I decided that I will show her. I ran back into my room, grabbed the small box, and ran right back to her. When I got down on one knee and opened it. I saw her look so suprised. Inside of the box was a ring that had a diamond upon it. She asked me, with tears in her eyes, how I got it, as she knew I could not afford an actual one. I told her that I took jewlery classes when I was a freshman in collage. I then asked her the question that she waited for. I proposed to her and she of accepted it by hugging and kissing me quite roughly. I had to try to keep a hold of the box so the ring wouldn't fall and hit the floor. From that day, I focused myself on earning the money to give her the marriage that she deserved. I worked in many odd jobs such as: loading cars, ringing up sales, and even flipping meat patties," I stopped when I saw pinkie scoot back a little, "Oh, sorry. It's just that humans eat meat, but they also eat fruits and veggies. Anyways; it was the day before the wedding, when I entered into her room and saw her on the phone. I was unsure of who she was talking to until I heard her use the term mom. I figured that she was talking to her parents about her marriage, and I was about to put my things down on my bed when I heard her start shouting. I reacted quickly and managed to put a hand on her shoulder before she said anything else. I calmly took the phone away from her and spoke with her family for the first time."

I paused in my story once more to sigh and get a glass of water. I was parched from talking so long. After drinking half the glass and setting it down in reachable range, I began again.

"Turns out her family thought I was just a mindless brute and that I wasn't truly in love with her. After talking with them for a while about their daughter, they could tell I wasn't a brute. They even told me that they would help me pay for the wedding. I told them that they don't need to pay, I earned the money for it myself. Her mother was impressed and she even complimented me on how hard I worked for the wedding, and that she was proud to have me as a son-in-law. I tried to hide my blush from my fiancé, but she noticed it and giggled. I decided to end the conversation there and gave the phone back to my fiancé. She finished talking with her family and as soon as she hung up, she turned to me and complimented on how well I managed to defuse the situation. I could only give her a embarrassed chuckle in responce."

I paused again and finished the glass of water, "I'll fastforward a few years, I was twenty at this time and my wife is twenty one. We were a year apart, but that doesn't really stop love from happening. We were married for an entire year, and happily mind you. I normaly was the one who went out to get the food and drinks, though. I didn't mind at all. In fact I cheerished doing it so much that I made a mark on the calendar days of when I go shopping for food. It was a very great life I lived," My face darkened at this point, "too bad it was not meant to last... I returned from the store and was going to ask my wife to help me bring the bags in, when I noticed the door was left unlocked. We bought our own home so we did not have anyone who took care of the house. We only did that on vacations, and we weren't planning on going to vacation recently. When I opened the door more wider, I noticed a trail of blood starting from the door. It looked like a huge struggle happened. I was extremely worried for my wife and I folowed the trail. The blood trail ended at a closed door to the living room,"

I stopped and visibly grimanced while tears formed in my eyes as the image of what I saw formed in my mind. My breathing grew faint and shaken as I forced myself to say it, "When I... When I opened the door, I saw... I saw my wife on the floor. She was not breathing... and blood was forming a pool around her head. That wasn't what got my attention the most of all. What really got my attention... was the person standing above her dead body. I recognized him as one of my closest friends. And he was standing over her dead body. When he looked at me, I saw the blood on his face. I also saw the blood stained knife in his hand. So I did what I could, I ran out as fast as I could. I got to a phone and called the police. When they showed up, my closest friend was dead. He tried to kill me too, but I snapped his neck before he got the chance. But the damage was already done, my wife was killed by my closest friend, who too, was dead."

At this point of the story I was on the verge of tears. "My closest friend... Killed my wife, and tried to kill me... I killed him. They asked me a few questions. I answered them the best I could, but I was in a deep depression. My wife died at the hands of my closest friend. So I decided to pack up and disappear. From that point on, as I left my house for the final time. I made a promice, to never have this event happen again. So I started to harden myself, I acted harsher towards everyone who tried to be friendly towards me. Even this man named Dusk, who had been my friend for about as long as my other friend. Dusk was actually a paraplegic, which means he was paralyzed from the waist down. I feel bad for shunning him like everyone else."

I finished my story and took a look at Pinkie Pie, who never once interupted me. I saw that she was also on the verge of tears from my story as well. I wanted to go and hug her, but I didn't move towards her. I also noticed that her hair had become slightly flattened. I thought I heard a sob from outside of the kitchen, but I paid it no attention. Eventualy she asked me in a shaky voice, "I... I didn't know you were betrayed...I've felt the same way as you did when I thought my friends were no longer my friends anymore," I noticed that her hair was completely straight instead of her usual poofy hair. Perhaps her mood is reflected in her hair. I thought to myself. I decided to talk to her to at least try to pull her out of her sadness.

"So now you know the truth of why I was so hard on you and everypony else," I said in a simple voice to her.

"But my friends didn't leave me, they were throwing me a birthday party," She replied to me in her sad voice, it was slowly starting to become happy though.

"You were more luckier than I ever was." I said to Pinkie. As she started to become happy again I only noticed that she was truely someone that I may not know as well as I would like to think.

"The ponys here are not as evil as the people you have met. Most of them are not even Meany-faces either!" She said in an attempt to convince me, get me to be more trusting, and cheer me up, all mashed into one.

"To you they won't, not so sure how they will react towards me, though," I responded to her attempt of convinceing.

"Then can you at least try?" She asked me. I was silent for a while before I sighed in a sort of a defeated way.

"Fine, I will try to be more friendlier," I said in a serious tone. I at least owe her that much for her listening to my story. I thought to myself.

"Can you Pinkie Promise?" She asked me in an eager voice. I sighed and looked at her with a grin.

"Alright... Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my- OW!" I said doing the same motions she did, and I hurt my eye by sticking my hoof in it. It stung for a moment but faded away quickly. Next time I close my eye. I mentally Pinkie Promised myself. After I finished my Pinkie Promise I saw her hair poof back to its early stage of looking like it was made of cotton candy.

"Great!" She exclaimed, and bounced right out of the door. Oddly enough, I chuckled as I watched her go out. My chuckles faded away when I noticed that there was a diffrent pony standing in the doorway to the lobby of the bakery with tears in his eyes. I recognized him as Pyro.

"So how long were you listening?" I asked him.

"Long enough," He shot back in an intentionaly weak taunt. I didn't smile at him, I still wasn't fond of him after what happened yesterday. But Since he also listened, I could forgive him this once.

"So, what now?" I asked him.

"Now... you should try to speak with my dad," He told me, "He had a really bad migraine last night after you left and remembered more of when he was a human."

"I guess I'll have to, I'll see you later." I said in a neutral voice. As I walked out a thought came to my head, Who is Pyro's dad? I wondered. I knew I had to meet him eventualy, so I decided to wander the town. I wasn't going to make any close friends with any of the ponys here. At least not unless they save my life and find me a date in this world. Hah, like that last part will ever happen. I thought to myself as I walked through the intresting town. After a while of wandering the town, I realized something. Wait, his dad was a human?'