Chapters Who am I? What is a "pony"?
Chapter one:
“BUUUUUuuuuu…” I scream rising up, or at least I try. With four legs it’s kinda hard. Wait four? Why does that seem wrong? I look around everything is a blur. A strange light yellow blow crosses my field of vision for a moment. Then enters a Cyan one.
Cyan blob is over me a strange protrusion glowing. I can’t move and I feel funny. It’s kinda like I’m being smothered everywhere but my face. I hate it and begin trying to fight it with all my might. I realize I somehow can move my… hoof? That seems wrong too! Maybe I'm crazy.
“Miss, what species am I?” I ask Cyan blob. The blob freezes. Wait what is a "species"?
“You’re a pony silly head!” a pink blur gays up my field of view blocking what I can see. her darker blob part "hair"? seems to defy gravity. What is Gravity? Why is she attacking me??
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” She freezes stunned for a second into inaction. I realize I was scared. I test my limbs. They work! Gladly I attempt to slide off the bed onto my feet.
“HEY! Pinky back off. You are scaring her!” I slip while jumping off the bed, and I hit my head. It hurts insanely. I cry and cower in place.
Cyan blob moved away and let the "nurse?" blob return. I realize that they all look sooo big. The yellow blob looms over me. I’m lifted and placed lightly on the bed. I feel a sharp pinch then fall asleep.
I wake up everything is fuzzy. It’s so warm I love it. I remember the day before. My insanity. I glance at a hoof, my hoof. This insanity is weird. Even when my imagination took over and adrenaline coursed through me, I never lost sight of reality. Even the worst dub and wub fed battle that plagued my mind was obviously fake. It broke my heart to never live my fantasy, to never be appreciated or loved. I cried myself to sleep sometime. When I got up my sketchbook and spirals always had hateful little messages to myself. BUCK I’m doing it again. I feel around for my phone
“… it… it’s… GONE!” I try to flip out of the bed my head smacking the bed frame with my awkward ascent. I start crying again: strange even when I was small I didn't cry in pain this often. A different blob enters and starts trying to comfort me. When it is closer I can make out a nurse hat. I remember my phone is gone and start sobbing; man I’m a lame cry baby. The nurse turns and shoos something at the door.
I’m trapped in a depressive spiral, probably insane, and my phone is gone, there is but ONE option! I MUST ACQUIRE SOME DUBS! I need my music and muse. I think furiously and try to remember what pony played dubstep and house. My pain ladled mind fails me and I sniff trying not to cry again. I think about my casual dalliance into philosophy. If I wasn't insane then I was right! There is a dimension for everything that could, would, couldn't, and wouldn't be! Since reality is based on perception that means my insanity would actually take me here. Then just as suddenly the pain stops. I realize I have no idea what the words in my head mean. I'm using words in my head that make no sense!
I turn to the nurse, she is now trying to bandage over my new head wound. I try to talk again. I pause trying to introduce myself. My memories are broken! I stutter a second then ask the new "nurse" blob.
“Miss can you tell me what my name is.” I ask her; after all I could have said it in my sleep. She looks down at me a frozen smile on her face. She obviously doesn't and that scares me. My attempts to stay strong failed and I begin sobbing again.
“Dearie, please calm down the doctor will be able to help you!” I stop crying for her sake. She sees something at the edge of her vision. She strokes my… mane and then heads out again. I slip head first under the blanket, how could I forget my name? Why doesn't she know what my name is? No one has visited me yet, I must not have any friends! Wait I’m talking to myself, do I do that often?
The door clicks open and I hear hoof steps. There are a lot of them and very light. Whats a hoofstep?
“Nurse Aspirin, why is she crying?” Wait SHE? I know that can’t be right; NO I Feel it can’t be right. I must investigate. I crawl out of the blanket my cheeks feel cold as the air outside the blanket stings their soaked fur. I realize that this whole time I’ve barely been able to see. I could barely tell that the pink blur that attacked me was a pony. I need… glasses? For some reason that word messes with me, I don’t like it. There is an orange yellow and whitish blue blob next to the green blob nurse.
“Miss is it normal to not be able to see?” How could I tell she was a nurse to begin with? The light green nurse blob pony comes and looks me in the eye very closely. She clucks and I feel a tingling in my eyes. Suddenly I could see them clearly. the orange one had wings and a purple mane. The white one, a horn and and the other had a nice pink bow. The nurse blob was a bigger version of these... ponies? She had a horn too.
“Hello?” I said sounding hoarse. They all approach me slowly. I back up; these ponies are the same size as me, but they outnumber me three to one. I don’t like those odds.
“What’s your special talent?” the white one asks. Her big eyes stop me.
“I’m not special enough to have one.” I reply, why on Earth do I think that? I must really suck if I even I think I’m worthless. All four of the strange ponies gasp and the nurse approaches again. I see something on her butt it’s a small red and white pill.
“ Little Miss, stop right there! Who told you that?” She seems angry at me now, but I can’t be a miss.
“I’m not a FILLY!” I yell trying to get on all fours and just slip. Luckily it’s not head first and the blanket catches me.
I feel a sudden intense pain, my entire body shakes and shivers and I hear the sound of six rapidly running hoofs moving away. I look down and I’m.. I'M?? BOTH??? WTB?? Suddenly I feel a revulsion I can’t comprehend or describe, I hate being this. Why can’t I be happy in my own body? I feel the painful shifting again and collapse.
I awake again, the cyan blob is now a star butt pony with a horn. There is a bright blue and rainbow pony as well, but she has wings. I freeze. I’m surrounded by big strange ponies. At least those other ones were my size! now they outnumber me and outsize me. These ones are looking at me funny. They must be mad at me! I hate this!
“Leave me alone!” I scream trying to get smaller. The purple one backs off a bit but the blue one comes closer. She has wings like one of the small ones earlier had.
“Not cool! We are just here to help.” Rainbow Head seems smaller then Star Butt, but she scares me more for some reason. I test my limbs. Pain courses through my body and I freeze in place. I have to get out of here! A orange one appears out of nowhere and blocks the door. I glance at the window. The one with wings is on the opposite side of the bed from it. I just need to fly then I can escape.
Pain courses through me again, but I know I can fly now. I ignore the pain and jump off all four legs. Before the blue one can react I’m through the window. Glass is cutting me on all sides and I almost fall before to my death before my wings open up. I seem to fly for a second, it’s scary, but I like it. I want to land now though. I see a nearby cart. It’s too far for me to land on. If only it was closer!
Again the Pain courses through me, but I know I can move it! I focus with all my being, my wings almost freeze up. Suddenly the cart is below me and I crash into it. It hurts a lot.
I wake up in that same room again, my attempts to escape seem to have failed. Now I'm surrounded by tall ponies on all sides. They tower over me like a prison wall trapping me. It’s soo scary!
I start to sob, why won’t they leave me alone? The big ponies look to each other. I start hearing a little melody. It’s coming from a strange piece of wood being held by a grey pony with no wings or horns. I scream at this, for some reason It doesn’t sound right.
“Stop it! I want my dubs! Leave me alone! AAAAAHHH!” I begin spouting everything hoping to drive them away with sound. A big whit one with a horn and strange eyes runs out. The music stops coming and I wonder, what’s music??
Suddenly I hear a beat. Its sooo RIGHT! I stop screaming and crying, that’s what they want yes? If they think this gets them what they want they will do it more! I see the white pony with horn and strange eyes come back in. She has a small cart thingy. The sounds come from there!
I run behind her. She will protect me with the sound I know it! I'm safe now....
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Twilight watched astonished as the small alicorn filly started screaming. Octavia’s playing seemed to freak it out and it was shouting strange things. Vinyl eyes went all googly, and the mare ran out of the room. The sound of Vinyl’s music suddenly played throughout the town and the filly froze.
She saw Vinyl reenter the room, “mobile dubs machine” as Vinyl called it was being pushed ahead of her. The filly shot across the room and cowered behind the speakers, trying to hide from Twilight and her friends. Twilight had never seen anything so small and innocent afraid of her.
“Well ah’ll be. That there little filly ack’tually LIKES that techno weird sound stuff.” The DJ glanced at Applejack a frown on her face.
“Well SOMEPONY has good taste.” Was all Vinyl said as she hugged the poor strange filly.
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The big white pony with weird eyes and a horn hugged me close. I loved this feeling. Maybe she knew what I was called.
“Umm miss big white pony with weird eyes, what is my name?” Several of the scary big ponies chuckled but the nice one in front of me just put on a frozen smile. I hate that smile. Just like the nurse she didn’t know! Maybe she knew the answer to my next question though.
“Why do all the big mean ponies keep bothering me? It’s not like I’m important.” The frozen smile became a frown, I hated the frozen smiles, and now I hated the frowns. She seemed bothered I would say that. A strange glow picked me up and I was dragged to the bed.
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Princess Luna watched the strange little filly shift colors as it tried to fight the spell that held her. Luna stepped up to it and with a small spell it was asleep. After it was set on the bed,It seemed to decide what color to be. Luna watched as the strange blur of change settled on white with a red mane. Luna turned to the Music pony.
“Miss..?” she inquired
“It’s Vinyl Scratch your highness. I'm the local disc-jockey” The white unicorn bowed.
“Would you mind staying here with your, music?” The Unicorn looked offended at the pause in her question but turned to the little filly on the bed.
“I don’t mind helping a fellow dub lover,” Was all she said before sitting beside the bed. Luna motioned to Twilight and they stepped out of the room. Before Twilight could speak Luna twirled on her.
“ Twilight, why does it say the description on her admission record that it is a “Female earthpony, gray mane and coat”? Luna considered her next words carefully. " When it is now a Alicorn with white coat, red mane, and a... Hermaphrodite?
“ That’s what it was when it came in you highness.” How was this possible?
“ Your saying she is a changeling!? We must get the guard at once!” Twilight flinched away from Princess Luna.
“No no no your highness! It’s different! She is a pony, but she seems to adapt somehow.” Twilight paused a second to think “When I asked the nurse why she had called me back she said that she had called it a filly, it had denied it then grew its... new appendage.” This is very impossible!
“ Did you see it become a Alicorn then?” Maybe Twilight had gotten all this info second hand.
“When it woke up after the gender... shift I was there with Rainbow Dash. It just seemed to sprout wings and it flew out of the window!” Twilight made the, no that didn't sound crazy face. She did sound crazy. “When she was about to crash she grew a horn and moved a cart to catch her.” Luna refused to believe her,and Twilight seemed to notice this. " Your highness, maybe we should call Celestia for a second opinion?"
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I woke up again; this time thankfully my head didn't hurt. The Nice white big pony with strange eyes and a horn didn't have strange eyes anymore. The good sound had stopped. I sniffed the strange nice pony. She smelled nice! She was asleep though… I got out of the bed and lay down on the floor next to her.
Suddenly there was a click and a new big pony entered. This one had a sun on her butt! She also had horns and wings and was the biggest one yet! She must be here to wake up the nice one, a big pony like that wouldn’t be here for me.
I stood up bravely in front of her trying to stop her from waking the nice big pony! Nice big pony deserved her sleep. She only shook her head at me and as Star butt stepped out from behind a strange glow moved me.
The big one cleared her… throat? What is that? “Excuse me Miss Scratch, is this the filly I have heard so much about.” Was Miss Scratch her name? I knew her name now! Miss Scratch jumped to her hoofs and then bowed…. Bowed? I was confused!
“ Yes your highness! I’m sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep on the job!” The big sun butt scared her!
“ Leave miss nice big pony miss scratch alone, you bigger big meanie!” I got between them, star butt laughed at me! No one laughs at me… oh wait they do. Why do people laugh at me?
“If you insist ... Miss…?” Dangit this one didn't know my name either! But I couldn't let her know I didn't.
“You tell me your first!” I shouted defiantly. She looked at me strangely.
“My name is Celestia. And yours is?” dang I thought it would take her longer! Why couldn’t I figure out my name?
“Umm… uhh…” I looked at my hoof beaten. “I don’t know.” She seemed sad, she must care!
“What do you know my dear?” Whats up with all this “dear” stuff I wasn’t a dear!
“I know I don’t have antlers! so I can't be a dear... I think ... Miss Scratch’s big sound machine is awesome!... and umm.. I don’t have my phone with me!” Star butt’s... eyebrow? rose like the sun on Sun Butt's.. butt.
“What is this phone you speak of?” She didn't know what a phone was??? Wait did know what a phone was??
“It’s great and I had one and... there were lots of books on it and… it makes music like nice big pony miss Scratch’s machine!” Star butt glanced at Miss Scratch. “Umm miss Scratch would you play some more music? I really like it!” I shook my tail in the air for some reason, I also made my eyes go all big for some reason. Whatever that instinctive action meant to the ponies, it worked and she turned the sound back on!
Miss Scratch, miss star butt and Miss sun butt/ Celestia left the room. I curled up in front of the big sound machine letting the beat carry me away.
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Who am I? What is a "pony"?
The Evil Tyrant Sun bottom!
Miss Scratch had left a while ago. She said that miss Sun Butt was super nice if you got to know her, but she seemed boring to me. Miss Scratch had told me "butt" was a silly word and made me say bottom instead.
"Miss Sun Bot..."
" Once again, my name is Celestia dear" The bigger pony grinned at her in a sly fashion. She knew I hated being called a dear when I now knew I was a pony. Maybe there is something to all this name stuff.
" Miss Celestia Bottom, where do I normally sleep at night? Do I live in this place?" . She gave me the same frozen smile that I got every time I asked a bad question. I HATED that frozen smile! Why did no one know anything about me?!
" It's nothing you need to worry about dear. Have you picked a name like miss crash suggested?" I missed miss scratch, but she said miss Sun Bottom would protect me. I shook my head no. " You really should. As you have said yourself, you don't have any antlers. we can't keep calling you dear can we?" She paused and put a hoof to her chin, I believe that means she is thinking lots. " Why don't we go to the library? We can see if any of the books give you ideas."
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Towns are kind of confusing. Why did everyone start laying down on their tummies in front of Sun Bottom? It was funny but she said I couldn't laugh. She said that if anyone sees me I lose the game. I don't remember when we started a game. I wish I could have said hi.
When we got to a big tree Star Butt opened its door from the inside. There were a LOT of books. There was no way I could read all of these! I dashed along the shelf trying to count all the books. This one was read, this one blue, a big black book was at the end, there was a small purple book called diary, but it looked boring. There it was above me. a book I just had to read! It was titled " Dragons and you" and it was by Angry Night the Gummed. It took me a sec, but the book came down.
It had slammed into the floor loudly. Just as I was about to dive in and enjoy the book when a familiar glow snatched it up!
" Oh No You Don't" Miss Sun Bottom took the book I worked so hard to get! " You shouldn't take out books for just the pictures, you need to be able to read it as well."
"bu...buh..!?" I stuttered confusedly. Before I could tell them I could read it miss Star Butt placed a new book in front of me. It was a cheap cardboard book titled " See Speedy Gallop". I tried to grab the book I had gotten as it floated away. Star Butt laughed at me! The book floated higher then I could reach, so I just sat there.
" Now now now, you should stick to books at your level dear." Those meanies were calling me stupid! Me staying hidden on the way here wasn't a game, she didn't want to be seen with me! They.... THEY!
"EK MEGA VIT BÓKINN. ÞIT BREYTR LÍKR... líkr... GRUNNR ANDLITS!" I Screamed out my anger at Sun Bottom and Star Butt, and snatched the book back with my teeth. Running out the door and down the street I didn't look back.
I tried not to cry on the book as I ran down the street. I wanted to keep running forever, but I had to stop to catch my breath eventually. I can't believe Miss Scratch left me with them. Was she in on it too? They... they... they tricked me completely. That hurt in places I didn't know about before. I set the book aside to cry again.
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Twilight sparkle was running through her notes on the strange book."Princess what on Earth did it shout before it ran out of here?" She had found almost nothing about it in any of her notes.
"I... I..." Was all the Princess said as she sat on the floor. The Princess seemed to be in shock, but the book the foal had snatched was unknown to Twilight. That was even stranger, wasn't it?
"Princess please, we need to find out about the book. I might be able to locate it if I knew more." Celestia slowly started moving again before finally standing back up.
" Our mysterious foal said, I can "understand" the book. you, both, act like bottom faces." Celestia calmly She pulled down a book on ancient Scandineighvian tribes. Twilight hadn't even heard of that book, yet here it was in her library. " And it probably can. It seems our new found foal is not as 'new' as we thought." Celestia sighed and the pages of the tome blurred. Then they stopped suddenly as a thought came to her.
" Twilight did it ever ask for a book when in the hospital?" Twilight re-winded a bit and played through everything it had said so far.
" no your highness why do you ask?" It was quite a strange question.
" Why did we assume it could read at all?"
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I was running again, my eyes hurt, my hooves hurt, my heart hurt. I had to find Miss Scratch. I had to know if the music knew about what Miss Celestia had planned. I fell down. My whole face hurt! Wait what was that sound?
The rustling sound passed by my ears again. I did a three-sixty. Who was following me? Then I saw them, the ponies from earlier. The ones that were the same size as me. They were in a bush a bit behind me eyes popping out. Suddenly an idea struck me! I ran back the way I came until I felt mud under my hooves again. Turning quickly I used my glow to lob a hoof-full of it. suddenly my head hurt, but I watched as it hit the yellow and pink one square on the nose! All three stood there as I ran away again.
I passed by more of the big ponies. One or two tried to stop me, but I was too fast for any of them. I laughed as a big red one fell flat on his chest. Miss Scratch wasn't anywhere though! One of the winged big ones was trying to snatch me up as I ran past another horn head. I saw a big pie on a near by table and grabbed it with my teeth. I let it loose and it struck one of the winged one's wings. I winced as he yelled out, but they were the enemy and I had to escape. I fled the enclosed street as fast as I could. Running past stunned big ponies I reached a wide area with small wooden tables with food and such. something about buying and bits was being shouted as I ducked through one of them.
How many of these big ponies were there??? I was surrounded totally now. They all seemed intent on catching me. I was shaking scared. when did I start doing that? I was tired too. When had I started trying to yawn? All these bad sensations assaulted me simultaneously; I could barely stand. There was Miss Sun Bottom again! The crowd let her pass, and she marched out in front of me.
Suddenly the winged one I had hit earlier pounced on me. I fell tiredly under her and she stood proudly over me. Wait it was rainbow tail! I couldn't let her capture me.
Why didn't they just leave me alone?? Why "sniff" why couldn't they just let me go? The music wasn't anywhere. I was alone. I was alone again, like I always had and would be. I couldn't remember what had happened but I just cried from the feeling of it. It struck my heart again and again. I lay there coughing up dirt and sobbing like a little child. Why was everything so much bigger then me.
I barely remembered how tired I was before I fell asleep.
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Vinyl Scratch had knocked off Rainbow Dash without thinking. She had seized up the small foal before her brain had even got its shoes on. She had just turned back to the crowd when the first thought arrived at her conscious mind.
'She's hurting' was all it was. A single two word thought had caused her to attack one of the Elements of Harmony. Now it held her there with the filly on her back as the Princess approached. Now a second thought arrived.
"ohh shit"
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I felt a glow lift me in my sleep, then warmth of another as I was set down again. Something smelled ... familiar? I just had to know what it was! I struggled to open my eyes and see what I was on. I managed to pry them open a bit and I saw the crowd from before.
"EEEP!" I had an uncontrollable urge to hide. Trying to get behind myself only made a mess and I fell off whatever was I had been sleeping on. I remembered the chase, they were after me! Why hadn't the got me yet? I saw Rainbow Tail now in the crowd. I don't know what happened but I could escape! Suddenly my vision went white. What?!
I looked up to see who was in front of me. I saw... It was Miss Scratch! I remembered the smell again. I had been sleeping on her back! She must have saved me.
I dashed under her for safety. She would protect me easy!
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I yawned again. I was so sleepy still! Miss Scratch had everything well in hoof, so I was safe. I could sleep here... dirt is icky though. I can worry about that later.
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I awoke again in the hospital. Nooooo! I had just escaped from here. I ran about in a three-sixty taking in the room. What was a three-sixty? I don't Know! Aaargg! Flock!
Okay windows shut, doors closed, Miss Scratch is here. Wait WHAT?? She is here as well. They must have captured us both! Okay I need a plan. I could tie the sheets an... no the window was shuttered. I could fake injury, yell for help, and then escape, but they were all bigger then me. I had exited the hospital once, I could hardly escape from it with all the guards in white and stuff. Ohh yeah! Miss Scratch was here.
Ohh... they cleaned the dirt off of me. At least they were considerate jailers.
" Miss Scratch! We have to escape. Come on!" I ran to the window and started trying to push it open with my... horn? When did I get that? Was all of this changing stuff natural?
" whoa Nelly. We ain't going anywhere!" huh? what does she mean we aren't going anywhere?
"but those meanies will come!" Did she not get it yet?
" Now now now, this is a hospital, and you are hurt!" hurt I was hurt where? I looked over my own body. Ohh my left back leg was bleeding, strange I didn't notice that. " You are also in a lot of trouble!" trouble? She was mad at me. " You threw mud at Apple Bloom, and hit Rainbow Dash with a pie." Those meanies attacked first!
"They were all trying to get me! All those big ponies chased me and were scary." I shivered at the memory.
"Well yeah they chased you! You were injured and they were trying to stop you from hurting yourself."
I stared Miss Scratch in the eye. What I did next was important. I looked through her windows into her soul. Her dark magenta eyes stared into mine. I saw the truth. "I'm sorry Miss Scratch. I thought that they were trying to get me."
Miss Scratch liked what she saw. She smiled. "It's okay, I'm sure if you apologize sincerely they will forgive you." I would have to get out to apologize to all of them.My back leg didn't look good.
"Wait umm Miss Scratch, umm when do I get to leave the hospital?"
"When your better of course!" Ohh... that was kind of insulting.
I tried not to sound sarcastic. "How long will that take?" She tapped a hoof to her chin, that meant she was thinking right?
"about a week" ohh cool, but...
"what's a week?" She looked at me funny but it wasn't a frozen smile. I smiled honestly. Maybe it was a dumb question?
"that's seven days." what was a day though? " It's twenty four hours, think the time between each time the sun rises." How did she know I didn't know what a day was?
" You mean Sol? Sol rose and set, I've never heard of this Sun"
" Umm no its that bright yellow ball in the sky. Not a spirit" Next she wouldn't know what wyrd was.
"So Sol then, and what is a spirit?"
" Spell Sol" She was silly Spelling Sol was easy!
" Its S, O, L " She scratched her head. I thought everypony knew how to spell Sol! and what Sol was...
" Let me go check on something real quick you stay here." She nodded to me as she stepped towards the door.
" Ok!" I spotted my tail again. It was annoying maybe I could take it off? Only one way to find out. ADVENTURE!
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Vinyl watched in exasperation as the foal chased its own tail. She shook her head once stepping out.
" You are sure you can handle this?" Vinyl jolted startled for a moment. It was Octavia. She must have been outside the door the whole time.
" No, but I just have to you know?" Octavia nodded solemnly. They had finally confessed their love to each other a few weeks ago. That day still warmed Vinyl's soul like no other memory could. That wasn't the matter at hand though. Vinyl gave her a stern look.
" Vinyl what about your job? Surely you won't take that filly along with you!". Surely Octavia didn't think that was as important.
" You know it loves my music, and it is more then that, more important then that. Octavia I have to do this!"
"If the princess asked you to do this."
" The Princess has nothing to do with it! I am a Mare and this is my choice." Vinyl snapped a bit harder then she intended. Octavia almost scrambled back in surprise. This was nothing like the usual Vinyl. Vinyl was different, but... it was okay. "Octavia, I know I can't ask this of you, but would you still be here for me? I.. " Vinyl had barely gotten the words out when she felt a suffocating hug envelope her. Octavia was still here, she didn't have to do this alone. Vinyl cried small tears of relief as her gray Marefriend enveloped her.
"I love you." Was all Octavia said as they broke their embrace. Vinyl's response was a barely audible whisper, uttered just before the two of them kissed. Vinyl let a new found confidence wash over her. I can do this. We can do this.
'And mother said i was to uncouth to have a family.'
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I heard a light "click". Vinyl was back! I stopped chasing the elusive tail, and I crouched like a... cat... thingy... whatever on the hunt. I was on the other side from the door and she hadn't seen me yet. Slowly I tip-hoofed around the bed, ready to strike.
"Hello?" Ha, she had revealed her location! she was right around the corner. I braced my leg muscles and leaped!
"SQUUUUEEEE" I roared as I leaped at my prey. Wait Vinyl was white, not gray!
"oooof!" was all I heard as I glomped the mysterious gray pony. We both fell into a tumbling pile of hooves. Not wanting to let the stranger escape I latched onto her ear. The mysterious intruder yelled for help as I munched down. bouncing and bucking as she yelled; I held on for dear life. " Vinyl help it's trying to eat me!" It cried out. Hearing the familiar "click" again I turned I saw Vinyl enter the room. Of course I had to let go of my prey to turn, and I fell off of the Mare. It was more then worth it. Vinyl had a big smile on her face! " Stop laughing and get your flank over here!" the now prey called out to Vinyl. I roared again as my prey tumbled using the opportunity to regain purchase on her back. I decided to sample her mane before more help arrived. " Vinyl I'm serious help me before I'm lunch!" Miss Vinyl picked me off and set me on the bed with her glow.
"Awwww" I whined dejectedly. I had almost gotten her... her?... gray?!... It was that mare from yesterday. The one with the mean sound!
" Don't worry Octavia, as delicious as it sounds I already had other plans for our lunch." Miss Vinyl chuckled some more as my stomach grumbled. Feeling a few words on the tip of my tongue I spat them out. because they tasted weird.
" Food for my belly, wood for the fire, don't trust Loki, he is a liar!" Hey! That sounded cool. I should do that more often. I wonder what it means though? I turned to ask Vinyl... but... but... she was looking at me funny. I didn't like that look. Those words must have been bad. I started to apologize, but she was headed for the door.
" Umm... Don't worry, we will be right back with something to eat." Miss Vinyl didn't look at me as she and Miss Octavia started back towards the door. They were leaving me here! Alone??!! Noo!
"please don't go! I promise I won't say the weird tasting words again." Dang it why was I such a mess up??? Now Vinyl didn't like me! I had to make her like me or she would go! No! No! NO! Not... again?
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Vinyl watched the small foal run across the room. How could one small pony make so many tears? The thing was giving the song "Cry me a river" a good run for its money. Wait no, that was the problem wasn't it? The foal wasn't a "it". "its" don't cry, you don't adopt "its", "things" didn't need love. THE foal was scared and alone. The foal needed her. The foal needed a name and home, and a pronoun ...
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It had taken several dozen cookies, a hour of snuggling, and a drowsiness spell, but the foal had finally accepted that Vinyl wasn't abandoning it. She and Octavia were now sitting on the foal's hospital bed, eating a now long overdue lunch from flowers and flour bakery.
" Octavia What do you think of thon. It's a conjunction of 'the one'.?" The two of them were rifling through a book of neologisms for a gender neutral pronoun. It had been suggested by Twilight Sparkle when Octavia ran in to her while getting food. There were a surprising number of new pronouns of no-gender probably due to the recent resurgence in Stallion civil-rights activity. Octavia had agreed readily with the need of a better pronoun then "it" because of the connotations it held.
" No that isn't any better then yo." Vinyl frowned she had really liked 'yo'.
" 'they' singular?"
"too confusing!"
" OH MY GOSH I mmmfphje!!" Whatever Vinyl had been about to say was cut off as Octavia grabbed Vinyl's tongue with reflexes faster then lightning.
" shuuuuuush... you will wake the foal.
"FOUND IT!" Vinyl whispered with as much enthusiasm as when she had yelled. She then rotated the book and pointed out the word for Octavia too see.
" Ze...? Ze said so. I called Hir over. I liked Hir shoes. The shoes are Hirs... It is very, witty." Witty?
"witty? I just thought it sounded cool." Vinyl didn't see it.
" don't you see it? hir is a combination of hi(m) and h(e)r into one word! While ze is the sound right between She and He. Really Scratch wasn't it obvious?" Vinyl Scratch scratched her head. It made a bit more sense now. She and Octavia both liked it, so this was probably going to be the best they would come to agreement whise. They finished and Octavia left to return the book, and pick up some papers from the Town Hall.
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Vinyl watched as the foal continued sleeping. She was sitting on the bed with a pen and paper at the ready. The sleeping foal unaware of the ramifications of its actions made a tiny little sneeze.
"Cute" was the only thing Vinyl said as she scribbled on the list of potential names.
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Vinyl began scratching the word cute off the list VERY quickly. Cute Scratch was not the name that attracted friends or admirers. Pranks were enjoyable, but attaching such a name permanently to a newborn foal was way over the line. Deep into the territory of plain out cruelty.
It was at this exact fiber that the rug of time slipped a bit, and every single hair on every time lord in all of causality felt a slight nudge as this closed point in time happened. All of these twitching follicles throughout time and space created a single energy wave around the Doctor Whooves currently handing the newborn Dinky Whooves to Ditzy Whooves. It reverberated around the Cosmos for a while, did a slingshot around the sun of Equestria traveled to the past, and vibrated Celestia's horn for five seconds at a sedate frequency and magnitude. On a normal day Celestia would have ignored such a oddity. Except it happened to coincide with a dust particle entering her nose. Still, either of these alone would have done little, but when they occured together it caused her to sneeze in the middle of a Gala. The riots and looting of the Apocalypse fearing ponies lasted for a week after that. One of the stolen items was a pencil. That pencil was dropped twenty decades later by a horse in Saddle Arabia. The shock-wave traveled across the planet, and was just the right strength to cause "Drakkans Ok Þhik ." (Dragons and you in Equuith) to fall off the hospital bed when it passed by. This was just as Vinyl scratched cute off the list of possible names.
"Hmm maybe hir favorite book could give me some ideas." Vinyl was sadly disappointed because the book was in a strange long dead language that Celestia had attempted to strike from history.
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The mysterious and short lived kidnapping of the foal
Hir dreams (republish)
I am on a mountain. It is... big.... tall... snowy... ummm... and other things. Oh look a conifer. There was a big dragon and it was tickling me! The dragon was big and red.. and big! It's name was Kaldr Dauði , and it was my friend! It's eyes were... umdecided. Not empty, just indeterminate. I'm not sure what to make of it. Seeing I was awake Kaldr doubled up its tickling efforts. Besides his eye color I had only one question when looking at it.
" wait! umm Kaldr?" Kaldr stopped tickling suddenly.
It stared deep into my eyes. It was kind of off putting. " Yes ----?" Who was ----?
" are you a male or female?" I blushed bright red as I asked. I hoped Kaldr wouldn't hate me for asking.
" Guess." Guess?? hmm...
" Are you male?" Kaldr was a masculine name, and dauthi, while feminine, was its last name and didn't count.
" Then I am male."
" What do you mean?" Why would he be male just because I guessed it?? Maybe he was lying to make me feel like I'm smart?
" I am your Divine attendant. I am reliant on the imagination of my god. If you think I am male, I be so." hmm that made... sense? attendant meant servant, but what did divine mean?
" Wait how old am I right now?"... I don't remember asking that, why did I ask that?
" Your current physical manifestation is about six years old, but you are accessing your saved overriding unity line's memory. Aka your immortal soul's memory, and as such you are about two hundred and thirty." Wow I understood that? " Of course you understood it. What sort of god would not understand his own creation?" God wait what??? " Imagination and innovation prime says that he is ready to intervene if things get out of hand."
" I'm guessing that you reverted in age with my own mind then?" What was I saying? None of this made any sense!
" No I'm not, since I am residing in the realm of possibility your current physical state does not effect me." AAAARRGGG I'm so confused what is going on??
" My current physical self is in possible danger, and I'm sad to say rather lonely. Would you mind joining it?"
" not at all my friend. When I join you I will be of a similar age and size, but of a true dragon not one of those greed based imitations. Will this be satisfactory" By Faust's long mane! What is going on??
" yes a friend of similar size and age would be of great joy for physical me. I'm sorry to say that you will have to wipe your memory of everything not relevant to that. To avoid paradoxes and such." My head hurt so much! what was I saying? What was going on????
" HELLO MISTER BIG DRAGON. MY NAME IS PINKIE PIE WHAT IS YOURS?"
" I'm sorry to say a 4th wall being has interrupted our link. I will have to break th......."
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I felt something big, and warm, and nice smelling nudge me. I was in the hospital bed still. I wonder what I had dreamed about? I felt weird.
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Meanwhile...
Kaldr Dauði watched the land known as Equestria go through its daily routine. It was dull, unbelievably so! It was no mystery why Discord had been driven to such extremes. This land was of great imbalance, as if every attempt had been made to remove all death and disaster. It was a unnatural monstrosity, cuddly and softer then most, but still a unnatural thing. Even worse was the apparent attempt social stagnation. Kaldr hated social stagnation with a passion. On the other claw it was a great feat of imagination and wisdom. Wisdom was often silly and misleading, but imagination was everything. The imagination it took to run such a place had to be staggering, but it appeared to have been running out as of late. The signs were obvious, there had been recent innovations and social changes.
" it is strange that the fall of one's imagination brings the accession of others..."
admittedly his perspective had a great bias. He had served the lord of innovation imagination and insanity for over two hundred years, and he had loved every moment of it. Before he had entered the service of his lord, it had been several millennium since anything had been new or amazing. Serving his lord had provided that by the hour. Everything the lord did was new and wonderful. The four years he had served his god before the great slumber was beyond belief, and had been just enough to tide him over the millennium of waiting after.
Odd it was to keep thinking of the god as a lord, the god of imagination innovation and (positive) insanity had been female more often then not. Still that had only been stories. The lord had slept the last millenium or so, and Kladr had served him for a few years before that. Less then a fortieth of the gods life had known Kladr!
It was harder still to imagine what his lord had been like before discord took the darker part of his powers. The kind benevolent... eccentric young god could barely harm a fly now, but before that... Kaldr shuddered greatly in fear.
" Strange, my mind appears to be somewhat less linear in this point in time, it must be the reawakening of my lord."
Of all things Kaldr felt right now. The greatest was guilt. He had forgotten the name of his lord and god. Kaldr could never forgive that.
All other feelings fell away as Kalder landed. Every single fiber of his being came under assault at once pain, confusion, and fear ripped into his mind.
This went on for hours before the change was complete. There in the crater was a small serpent like dragon hatchling. It was not the bastard species of greed based dragon now inhabiting the world. It was ancient, impossible, and purely magic. It breathed magic, ate magic, and lived magic. tasting the air with the flick of its tongue. It leaped into the sky and flew for the best magic it could taste. The magic of imagination.
Who am I? What is a "pony"?
Evil Hiccups of doom (Republish of so you think you can dance)
I heard the door click, and lifted up my head. Miss Vinyl and Miss Octavia walked in. They were walking very close together. I didn't pounce on Miss Octavia, but I did pretend I was going to. Just me slinking over there sneakily caused Miss Octavia to hide behind Miss Scratch. Vinyl put a hoof to my mane and tussled it lightly. I looked up into her big magenta eyes.
"Now quit that." She scolded. I righted my posture and gave Miss Vinyl a big grin.
"Yes Ma'am." I could catch me a Octavia for dinner later. I nuzzled Miss Scratch's leg in deference to her authority. Her leg is sooo warm! I opened my mouth to tell her about how warm her legs were.
"Hic," ... What was that!?
"hic" Ohh my goodness! Am I sick am I dying?! I rolled onto my back to better hold my snout between my hooves.
"Hic" It happened again. I had to be dieing! I'm too young to die!
"hic" I looked up to mom Miss Scratch.... I looked up to Miss Scratch with my eyes wide in fear.
"hic" Maybe she could help.
"Hic" "Hic" Now we both had it! Ohh no, me and Miss Scratch are going to die! I don't want Miss Scratch to die!
"Hic" "hic" Miss Scratch didn't looked scared. maybe I was over reacting?
"hic" "hic" Miss Scratch was looking at Miss Octavia with a questioning look in her eyes. Octavia said something rather random in rsponse,
"Your Mother."
"Hic" "hic" Miss Scratch looked fearfully at her own snout as she hic...cupped?... hiccuped again. What did her mother have to do with coughing?
"Hic" "Hic" The Nurse pony looked into the room concernedly. She was supposed to help ponies get better right? I gave her my biggest 'for the love of Celestia help me' eyes.
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It had taken Octavia and the red faced nurse Tender Care a full half hour to cure Vinyl's hiccups, and another one to cure the foal's hiccups. Those foal's hiccups, while diabetically cute, were scary in their staying power. The thing had fallen asleep, but somehow managed to keep hiccuping for a while after.
Now both of the afflicted ponies were asleep. Sadly the foal was sleeping rather fitfully. Octavia hoped that ze and Vinyl had made progress in picking a name. ze was very feminine despite its... equipment.
it obviously wouldn't appreciate a last name like philharmonica with its musical tastes, but Scratch was really hard to create a name around... Wait did the foal move??
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"Hello?"..." I... I!!! I DIDN'T HICCUP!!!! YAAAAAAA..." Ohh my gosh they were gone! My curse had been lifted! I... I! I really felt like moving, so I did! I jumped off the bed as fast as I could, and I just ran. I ran and ran and ran in a little circle. Again and again the bed and a grey blur passed by. The room was rather small. "AAAAAAAAAAAA" I really should thank Miss Octavia. It took two more laps, but then I noticed the gray blur that was her. "AAAAAAAYYYYYyyyy.... "
Miss Octavia was covering her ears with her hooves. "Ohh was that too loud... I'm ohh so very sorry" owww my head felt like it was being introduced to a hammer at high speed, repeatedly. "I ... I ... I think I should change some things while my mind is in this state." I wait what??... Miss Octavia looked at me like I was crazy, but it started to make sense! I had to make something anything lots of things right now! A cat of nine tails struck my back and face, but there wasn't any here it was all just me. Then I saw it. My horn was back! What to make?? Ohh!
The hammers of my head gave me a beautiful idea! I glowed off a hunk of metal off of a nearby table, taking it into the light I forced my glow into a lens and heated the metal. It melted beautifully! The sun was constant and steady. It lacked any of the normal fluctuations... and spot thingies... wait FOCUS!
Slowly I glowed the now liquid metal, and glowed it into a familiar shape. It was long and sleek. It was pointed, and ... dangerous! It had two edges for most of its length, then it became rounded, into a handle? It was a... SWORD!!!!
I cooled the steel, and watched as it took its shape. There was one more thing it needed though. It needed words, words of power to match the edges. I pressed the proper ruins into its blade.
"Sverð Fæddur Frá Hugmynd!, til ære for Vinland!" I let loose my vocal cords! I cried out my creation's name so that all could hear it! I... I... I felt like a million knives were being driven deep into my skull. Very inconsiderate knives that were taking there time. What was a knippphhhhheeeee....?
I blacked out
Who am I? What is a "pony"?
what in the name of the almighty Faust happened???
" So you are telling me that a mysterious group of ponies managed to sneak into what is, at the moment, the most heavily guarded hospital in Equestria, kidnap THE most watched and monitored foal of our nation, take it to a secret facility that we can't detect, AND do all of this in the matter of one day?.... REALLY???...." Celestia just watched the guard quaver in his boots. The poor thing was probably about to wet itself in fear. On the other hand she was BEYOND mad.
"You get colonel Hawkeye and tell him that, if he does not get this foal back within the day he is re-stationed to Tartarus Freeze Over Twice." Tartarus Froze Over Twice was of course the worst most miserable, most awful places the guard could be stationed too. It was the place where they sent those that could not be reformed. It was exactly what it sounded like.
" a'a'a'aye y'your maj'j'j'jesty!" The guard ran for the exit almost faster then Celestia could see. Which was funny because he didn't even reach the door when ANOTHER messenger popped into the room. They smacked into each other in a most amusing fashion. Celestia had to stifle a rather unroyal giggle. She waited for the new messenger to right himself before motioning him to come forward.
" Your majesty! Colonel Hawkeye wishes to report that he has a unicorn who claims to be one of the ones who kidnapped the foal in his custody!!!" The guard gasped for breath a few more moments. " the unicorn says he wishes to turn in the other kidnappers in exchange for amnesty. Colonel Hawkeye says he took the initiative of accepting the offer and is now marching on the-"
" That was... quick" Celestia interjected. She promptly dismissed the new messenger. She then turned to face the first messenger. "Go tell shining armor to provide colonel Hawkeye with some back up. This has been a long day... i think I will close court for now." Celestia trudged out of the throne room... It had been a long day.... She had dismissed the messenger without finding out what Hawkeye was marching into and where ... hadn't she?
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Hawkeye harrumphed in satisfaction. The strange ponies that had embarrassed him by somehow snatching the foal almost totally undetected from his obser... protection. Hawkeye had to be careful, never knew when a unicorn with mental magic might be nearby. He smiled as they stepped past two unicorns being lead from the facilities observation room in anti-magic chains.
He stepped now into that very room. There was enchanted glass panels all along the wall. All of them showed the very same room. the VERY SAME ROOM. There was a insane amount of them. It was disturbing to see one foal so.... observed. It had been his job, but not even he was so disgustingly invasive. It bothered the colonel very much... Even if it was... tempting.
NO! This was too far. The colonel took his mind off such things. He took in what the glass panels showed him. It blew his mind away in ways he never expected too see.
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It had taken mere moments for the letter to be teleported to Twilight, and even less for her to teleport to the facility with Vinyl. The guards said nothing just leading the poor Unicorn to the chamber with the foal in it. They quickly unlocked the door and made a small prayer to Faust as the unicorn entered.
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It wasn't the horn... It wasn't the now wingless back of the foal... It wasn't even the dragon hissing at her menacingly. It was the armor. The blood red monstrosity that appeared to be armor was on a small creature. It was a foal?... It had a black horn and black hair with a red stripe... Black irises with red pupils ... That just couldn't be her foal, could it? It ...
It stripped off the armor after a few moments. It was her foal, the strange changes to its appearance under the armor just seemed to fade away as it the armor slipped off. It was her foal... She had known that... It was scared and alone and hers. She let it run to her and just sat there comforting it.
But what was with the dragon?
Who am I? What is a "pony"?
Club houses and Club sanwiches
It asks me to sign my name.. I don't have one. DUMB PAPER!
Vincenza Staccato, better know as Vinyl Scratch, and Octavia Philharmonica, simply known as Octavia to most, signed their names onto the paper. It was a big step... The biggest step... Admittedly their parents would claim that things were out of order. That the marriage should come first, but they Needed to do this now! The foal had to be scared frightened. Surely this would let it know that they were here for it. There were a few things they had to figure out before they asked the foal... The birth certificate had only three options for pony species, Pegasus, Unicorn, and TerraPony. This would be a long day.
With a light creak as the "Unicorn" foal they were worried about entered the room. It looked up at them with big eyes and sat down....
"food?" It asked... the eyes... the EYES... the CUTE.... Diabetus!!!! SQUUEEEEE!!! Wait... ohh... so "she" had changed again.
Octavia ran over to the form and marked out the box labeled "herm and put a checkmark in the box on "female"... It seemed that the horn and wings weren't the only part it could loose. Wait... Octavia almost stumbled as she turned around, she rubbed her eyes roughly and looked again at the filly.
Upon the filly's back were two things, a sword, and a bag. What was in the bag?
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I smiled over the bowl of alfalfa before me. It was delicious wondrous stuff! SOooo much better then the nasty old hospital food. Miss Scratch and Miss Octavia kept looking at me with what I think was a woried look. They had been giving me that look all morning. It may have been the saddle bag filled with the blood covered metal armor I was carrying around... or the sword strapped to my back...
" Dear we would like to ask... Have you decided on a name yet?" Ohh yeah! I had totally forgot about that!
" I haven't..." I looked at my forehooves in shame... They sighed loudly in disappointment... I disappointed them... "sniff" I looked back up when a small rustling sound started approaching me.
" Me and Octavia have a very important question to ask you." It was Vinyl she was holding a very... long paper?
" ... Dear you know me and Octavia care about eachother right?"
"Yeah..." what a weird thing to ask! I thought everyone knew.
" And that we both care about you, but in a different way, right?"
"yes..." I certainly hoped so! If Miss Scratch didn't care about me... I... I didn't like thinking about that.
"Do you know what a mother is?"
" I ... I think so... Momies are mares that love a foal very much and... raise her?" I still wasn't sure what "raise" meant, but that was what Miss Red Cross told me.
" Well... Me and Octavia both would like to be your Mothers..." Wait...
" I..." I...
" Would you like to be our daughter!"
"I..."
" If you wouldn't like that all you have to say is no." No...? I.. Wait! Miss Scratch was looking worried! She thought I would say no??
" YES!"
"..." She said nothing just drawing me into her fur and nuzzling me. I.. I could have this every day... every day I could be safe and with her and...
"YES!!!... I... I .. MOMMMMMYYYY!!" I couldn't think hardly! I felt another set of forelegs around me. That must be miss octavia... I opened my eyes.. did she want me to be her daughter too? She... She looked worried still! I looked right at her and let out the first thing that came to mind.
" mommy!" She tightened her hug around me. It was complete Elysium, pure warmth, good things and kittens and cookies. I wanted this to last forever!!!!
I was a bit disappointed when Miss Scratch stopped hugging me, but there was the paper in front of me.
" This form makes us your official mother and... mother. You signing it will make it official"
"what does signing mean?"
She pointed to some words on the paper. "See this here?
" Vin-vinchen-za... Vincenza! ... Stac-stac-staccato... Staccato!... Who is that!?" She looked at me funny for a moment, but then started smiling.
" That is me. Vinyl Scratch is just a name my friends made up for me! It was really special so I ask all my friends and those I care about to call me that. Me writing my signature on this paper means I say it official."
" signature?"
" Yes you need to write your name on it in a special way only you can do. That way everypony knows that you want to be our daughter." Ohh..
" But I don't have a name... d... d *sniff... Does this mean I can't be your daughter? Does it mean you can't *sniff* love me?" This was horrible! She woul-
" NO! No! no! no. no, We will both love you very much no matter what any paper says, but others will misunderstand that. Signing this paper makes it so everypony can understand that we love you!"
" O *sniff* ohh... Then I should make a name so that everypony understands that you love me?" What a strange way to explain that they loved me.
" No you need a name, because, because,.... Because ... Okay You know how you call me miss scratch?" I nodded... "well when you say Miss Scratch, everypony understands you mean me. Its how they remember me, and any thoughts they have about me include my name. A name represents and is a part of me. It shows who I am... Do you understand?" That... made sense?
" I think... so."
" Well then you need to have a name that represents you! That everypony will think of when they think about you. It would be especially good for Octavia for me when we think about you. Though I suppose we could just think daughter, and know we meant you with all our hearts." Miss Octavia was still hugging me, it was so warm and wonderful!
Then it struck me... It hurt ALOT! My brain reverberated with the clanging of a idea smacking right into me! It... I THOUGHT OF A NAME!
" Fantasi!"
" wait what?"
" Fantasi Vincenzadóttir! Its extra cool!" My voice seemed a bit light... What was that about?
"Ohh... What made you think of that?..." Wait.... where HAD that come from... I trie-
" OUCH!"-That hurt! My brain thingy was hurting! I... wait... aaarrrg!! " I...I... I... I.....I!!!!!... I don't know..."
I looked back up to try and go hug Miss Scratch and feel warm, but almost jolted in surprise as Miss Octavia wrapped her forelegs around me again first. Miss Octavia was warm... soooooo warm... My head hurt so much
" mommy..."
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" Doctor me and my fiancee thank you from the bottoms of our hearts for helping us fill this certificate out. We-" Doctor Bones waved his hoof dismissively. To shush the mare before him.
" It is my greatest joy in life to fill out forms like this, even if it is far belated of the actual birthdate. And I am humbled you thought of me for this job." Doctor Bones gave a heart warming smile. It matched the warm orange of his fur and the calm green of his hair. "And again don't worry about miss... Fantasi." He smiled a bit more. "It was probably the surprise of the event that caused her to faint. Once she wakes up she will be as good as new, and I believe she will have the greatest day of her life if today didn't count."
He watched the two mares walk into Fantasi's hospital room. It was strange how everyone in the hospital called it that now, they had barely found out the foal's new name about three hours ago, it had of course been " The foal's room" before that.... It was kind of the filly's permanent hospital room now.
It had been a little over a decade since the Doctor known as "bones" had broken up with his wife. The phrase "she took everything but my bones in the divorce" was his namesake now. A few weeks ago she had written to him from Københoof, begged him to give her another chance. He had been so mad at the time, but now...
Doctor Bones had some vacation time he should be using, and his friends said the snowfall in Københoof was beautiful.
Who am I? What is a "pony"?
Hallo, mein name ist wolf.
Crusaders and Crumbs
Packing a bag is hard! Mommy wanted me to pack a bag for the trip, and she said only what could fit in my bag could go... But it is so small! Wait... She said my bag not which one! I could just get a bigger bag and use it instead...but where do bags come from? I guess the maker might mark the bag in some way, like I marked my sword and armor. I began searching the bag all over... Carousel Boutique?
It was written on the inside of the biggest pocket in small red letters. It was fancy writing like I do. Hmmm... Maybe someone outside knew where this was.
I slowly stepped out the door and glanced around... Safe so far... I looked around for anypony that seemed to have the time to answer my question... Except the one covered in jelly. I don't like the one covered in jelly. Everypony was running around the place. So busy! Wait why was that hair ribbon so close to the ground?
"HEY IT'S HER!" OHHH MY GOSH! It was the, only a bit bigger then me, yellow pony that I hit with mud! She was mad! RUN! LEGS MOVE!
"Scoot speed it up! She is getting away!" Run! Run! Run! She looked mad! VERY MAD! RUN! My legs hurt a whole lot!
PAIN! PAIN! PAIN!
"AAAUUUUWWW!" My face hurt lots and lots! *sniff* Ground is mean! *sniff* My nose Really, really, really, hurt.
"Ha caught her!" One of them sat down on me as *sniff* Yellow stepped into view. "stop crying." What? *sniff* The person on my back shifted their weight and pressed my face into the dirt. *sniff* dirt tastes bad! "Now you are going to-" The person on my back shifted again! I kicked out with my legs, not connecting with anypony, but throwing my captor off my back. I bolted quickly forward.
"Apple Bloom!" Pain exploded in my face as I was caught by my legs again. Sorry face, I really ought to take better care of you. *sniff* My treacherous eyes betrayed me and shamefully displayed their tears for all to see. The tears were followed by sobs, and I could barely control my lungs as they heaved out my pain. Everything hurt. I needed to run, to escape, to cry. I barely felt a hoof stroke my mane as the weight of one of the other ponies returned. Yellow stepped into view and looked down at me.
"Calm down!" Yellow leaned in. "Please stop crying" she got closer "Stop Crying" She was in my face now. "STOP CRYING!" And just as suddenly yellow was replaced with white. A cookie was stuffed into my mouth. It tasted like dirt. Dirt tastes bad. Cookies are good. I stopped crying.
"There there... I'm sorry that Apple Bloom and Scootaloo overreacted. They were really mad that you hit Apple Bloom with mud."
"I'M SORRY
"You were following me! I thought you were there to make fun of me, like Sun Butt." *sniff* well this proved that either they were horribly mean bullies, or I had just jumped to assumptions. The one on my back got off, without my help this time.
I was too tired too move anyway. A orange and purple one appeared.
"Who is Sun Butt?"
"I think her real name is Miss Celestia." Big eyes, slack jaw, lack of breathe... Disbelief? My brain twitched as I recalled my thoughts during my capture, but It didn't hurt.
"YOU CALLED PRINCESS CELESTIA SUN BUTT???" AUUWWW that was loud! My ears hurt. I recovered in a moment and stood back up to respond.
"Yeah?..." Yellow looked angry again. I wasn't pinned to the floor, I already hurt. I stood a bit taller in defiance.
"To her face?"This was Whitey.
"She told me to call her Celestia, but Sol or Sun Butt made more sense."
"Cool! You have guts for a crybaby." This was Orange and Purple... I really need to learn their names. Yellow rubbed behind her head with her hoof... apologetically?
"I guess we really did get out of hoof in interrogating you. What about we show you our Club house as a way to say sorry?" This was yellow.
"Club" A look overtook them. I really regretted asking.
"My name is Sweetie Belle." Whitey
"I'm Apple Bloom" Yellow and Bow.
"and I'm Scootaloo." Orange and purple.
"AND WE ARE THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!" BUCK MY EARS! They screamed right in my face... my poor poor ears.
Sweetie coughed. "Well not all of the C.M.C. Dinky and one of the other younger colts joined recently." She then stared at my butt rather strangely before becoming very hyper... "Thats right! She doesn't have a cutie mark! Maybe she can join the C.M.C.."
"That is the special talent thing right?" Sweetie nodded vigorously.\
"Yeah! We are dedicated to finding them."
"Look that is cool and all, but-"
"Hey buckle up back there!" This was Scootaloo, she was on a scooter. I realized that I had somehow been placed in a cart... it was attached to her scooter... ohh horseapples...
Who am I? What is a "pony"?
Club houses and Club sanwiches
The cart rocketed down a dirt road. Their earlier anger at my mud flinging foolishness was forgotten. My face really hurt. My mouth still tasted like dirt and chocolate. I was tired and sore. Wait what was that?...
...THIS IS FUN! I can't believe how much air this cart got! Scootaloo jumped a small hill, and we like flew! It felt amazing!
"WWOOOO! SOOO MUCH WIN!" Scootaloo took her eyes off the path, turning to face me.
"That's the spirit!" She called back...Tree...
Dirt tastes abso-fracking-lutely horrible. I picked my head out of the dirt and tried to raise myself up. I fell face first again. If at first you don't succeed... I felt a light glow along my chest as I shakily got back up. I finally managed to get all four legs under me and looked up. I could just barely see the faint fading of her glow leave her horn. This tingling was magic right? Think fast.
"I'll go help Apple Bloom!" I bolted in the direction of the pink and yellow blur I had seen flash by in the crash. Did other ponies get that tingling when Sweetie uses magic? I don't know why, but I REALLY didn't like that idea. Wait... had I passed by a pink bow? Ahh buck. "Sorry Apple Bloom!"
"I's Alright! Yer probably not thinkin straight with all yer blood in your face." I took a moment to help Apple up before covering my muzzle with my hooves in embarrassment . She chuckled lightly and nudged me with her rear hoof. " Come on, let's go n' find the others." I followed behind her as she walked back towards the crash site.
"Thanks Sweetie Belle, sorry aga- Ahh Apple, Fantasi! It was Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. They were standing over the wreckage of what used to be a cart. It was bent and dented beyond belief. Kind of sad looking actually. Apple Bloom looked it over once then shook her head.
"I see we gonna haf'ta hoof it." Scootaloo nodded solemnly in agreement. I lifted it up with my glow and looked it over again.... I heard voices in the distance... I turned the cart upright. It didn't look so bad. I set it back down.
I was jolted out of my stu-ow- tra-ow-... thingy by a sudden voice in my ear. I also stumbled back and landed right on my flank. Embarrassing. "How did you do that?" I looked up to find Sweetie Belle occupied my immediate view of the cart.
"...M-M-m-magic!" I managed to stutter out.
"You okay?" Sweetie took a step forward. I felt my muscles tense up again. Of course they had just tensed up from getting surprised. Pain surged through one of my rear legs. Strike that, they BOTH hurt. I needed out of here!
My wings returned with a painful vengeance. I was in the air and throbbing all over in pain I felt something wet fall on my face. I saw a light flash.
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The pain I had felt in my legs, or even my back, was NOTHING compared to what I felt as I picked myself off the floor. I can't feel my legs! What is going on! What is wrong with me!
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I jolted- tried to jolt, to all four of my legs. I swiveled my head around to see where I was. Everything looked pink. I tried to shake myself out of this stupor-stupor: a trance or sleep like state of consciousness.- What?-What- context 3: a form of interrogative interjection- WHAT?! AAAAAAHHH!
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I awoke again. My head tingled. My legs tingled... Everything tingled. I was finally able to register my location. It appeared to be a dark dank light red, playhouse. Outside was a storm of epic proportions. I guess it had been a little gray when we went out before. Correction, the play house was PINK. A awful almost syrupy pink favored by small fillies. I noticed a small white filly next to me. My throat clenched in a discomforting fashion. How had I got in this situation?
I could barely recall a thunderous clap before my slumber. Thunder... Ohh... I decided to stay there in the warmth of the blanket that I just now noticed. When had Sweetie gotten smaller? This required investigation! I stretched my leg muscles tensing myself from front hoof to back hoof. This unfortunately caused my wings to stand up and throw off the blanket. I shivered.
The air had the same quality as the rain outside, cold and dank. I looked back down at Sweetie.She looked the same overall, and she was the right size for everything in the room. wait... I had gotten bigger! Where was a mirror? I can't wait to show mom!... wait... mom...
Why in the name of the almighty Faust had I even come to the clubhouse?! I would be in so much trouble when I got back, and if I was older. That meant the punishment was worse! The storm had arrived suddenly. I could just claim I got stuck out in the rain, gotten lost, and they had offered me shelter.
Okay! I've got a plan for when I get back, but what do I do now?
I glanced around the room taking in all the stored activities. There were some pencils in a corner. Good, Pencils are awesome! there were assorted tools, but nothing to work on. I spotted a big sheet of paper on a wall. I could barely make out what was drawn on it.
I stepped closer, my eyes adjusting slowly in this dark. A map! It appeared to be a map of different things to try. Sadly most of the map was filled with the scribble and slashes of completed tasks. I should draw a map too! I looked around for more material, but I only found some paper. So
Sitting down I-
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I stared down at the map I had drawn. I don't remember drawing.. Ohh wait I remember now! I had picked up the pencil with my glow, drawn a map of my subjects settlements in UrsaMinoria, and... Wait a moment! I don't recall any of the stuff I had drawn. I remember drawing it, and I remember remembering it, but I don't remember IT now. AAARRGGGHH...
Ohh I had a cutie mark now... It was incomplete. A Valknut had three triangles!... Why The Heck, was my cutie mark a incomplete Valknut!
Who am I? What is a "pony"?
Sister to wolves, German wolves.
My mysterious incomplete cutie mark is interesting, but I can only stare at my own butt for so long. Sweetie is asleep. I am scared to try drawing again. I need things to do!
I sighed exaggeratedly, hoping that I was wrong about it just being me and Sweetie. Sadly, no hidden ponies emerged. Damn. what now? I gave the room a closer examination. I shifted through the more communal areas. I didn't want to find something too personal by accident. Wow... New me is so much smarter!
Not smart enough to entertain myself though. This is sooo boring! I had visits with Hel that held more life and excitement then right now! Frack! Another thing I can only sorta remember! Who the heck is Hel!? Frack. haha! a weird word I remember!... sorta... I don't remember.
"FRACK!"Wait, did I just say that out loud?
I turn to Sweetie and make sure she isn't awakening now. I really didn't want to explain this...
How was I gonna explain this too mom??!! I could say it was a sudden grow... no...
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Why do I keep waking up on the floor? How long was this gonna keep happening!?
Wait... I'm smaller again... frack... What now!?... Well things are still kind of clear, and my head isn't as fuzzy. At least this way I don't have to explain it to mommy.
I wonder what it looked like outside? I could see the rain, but the actual locale I had not check out yet.
I peek out through a heart shaped hole in the door. The door is also pink. There is a dull gray lake nearby, and what appear to be a forest off in the distance. I stare at the ripling gray water as the rain impacts it head on. I shiver as a cold dark feeling surges into my heart. I can't move my eyes. I can't move. The rain throws up little plumes of water, it splashes down onto floating bodies of fallen soldiers. Ponies, griffons, changelings, Krystanids, dragons, and humans, I had failed all of them. I had failed myself. They had trusted me to-
To what?
The cold feelings pass. I jolt back, reeling into the dark of the club house in confusion. I shake, and shake, and shake. I stare at my hooves. The feelings pass as do the... What was I doing in the dark?
I remember being at the door. What had I seen?
I walk up to the door and look out the heart shaped cut out. A strange sensation of... Deja-vu washes over my as I see a gray lake and woods. My eyes refuse to look directly at the lake. It scares me. I see something shift in the woods, and as if to invite me, the rain lightens to a drizzle. I look back at Sweetie. She is still sleeping, somehow. I turn back to the window.
Mysterious incomplete cutie marks, incomplete memories and words, Sweetie's mysterious abillity to sleep through anything, and now deja-vu, strange movements in the woods, and a lake that scares me. I have got to be crazy. I glimpsed that mysterious movement again.
I'm tired of everything being confusing and mysterious! I am going to walk over to whatever is in those woods and tell it to stop being mysterious! Flinging the door open I trudge down the gangplank and into the mud.
Ominous thunder roared, but no flash of lightning. I could hear the wind roaring around me, but I felt it still. The rain poured down all around me. I am cold, but not wet. All that I could perceive was the night's chill, the sounds around me, and the rustling of the bush.
The sounds peeled away slowly. They are replaced with a light whining, it was a painful, remorseful whine. My instinct screamed for me to stop, to run and hide, but I refused to let things remain hidden to me. No more would I sit and wonder as my life seemed to drift insanely and confusingly from one tangent to another. No more mysteries no more secrets. I would find whatever was behind that bush.
It wasn't my life, it was me. I had been living confusingly, my mind had been foggy. Things were clearer now, but so much is beyond me. I need to figure things out. I know this can help me.
I am at the bush now. I don't remember walking the rest of the way here, but I must have. Using my left wing i shove the branches of the bush aside. I gasped in the breath I had been holding. The air rushes into my lungs as I examine the small creature before me. It was rather cute.
It is almost a chunk of wood and pile of twigs, but it isn't. It is shaped as a small wolf pup. It's muzzle is a bit wider, and legs are a bit longer. I think that means it is male. I cease examining it as it lets another painful whine creep out. I step up to it. I can't see any missing bits... besides the fact that it is twigs and branches.
The night's cold leaves me as I wrap my wings around it. while it appears to have been made of a collection of sticks, it is warm, dangerously warm. It must be sick! It shivers in the cold, I shiver in the cold, but I ...feel something more resonating with us. I have something in common with this warm collection of twigs. I look into its eyes, it stares back. It opens its mouth. sound comes out.
"Sind Sie meine große Schwester?" The sound came from its mouth, but I could see a small vibration in the air. It came from the mouth not through the mouth. Strange.
"Ja, wir sind verwandte." I held it close as it fall asleep... Do wolves dream? Why had I said yes?....
"Sister?"
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Evil Hiccups of doom (Republish of so you think you can dance)
Hallo, mein name ist wolf.
I am cold alone. I am injured.
Mein pack has abandoned me.
Good rain comes with violent lights and sound.
I am scared. I will die.
The sound of a hoof fall slips in between the violent sound.
What is that there?
One of the dangerous prey approaches. I am too young to hunt it.
It feels odd.
It is resonating. It is kin! How could I have mistaken it for prey?
It is not prey. It can help
I call out to it in the voice of sad pain.
It has found me.
It is not scared, nor angry.
It is warm as I am. It is female. She is nice
Is she sister? I will ask
"Sind Sie meine große Schwester?"
"Ja, wir sind verwandte."
she is sister! I have a pack again. I am safe.
She protects me from cold rain.
Mein new sister leads me away from the woods.
Mein old brothers and sisters said to never to leave the woods, but I trust this new one more.
Mein old pack was shallow rooted. They were confused, angry. She has deep roots.
She is smart, caring.
She is warm, wonderful, and loving. I will be safe. Wait...
the brother and sisters of the pack were never like this. Not even the grove held a wolf devoid of cruelty
or anger. She was not of the grove.
I can see and feel other differences between us. She is not kin.
nonkin?
A nonkin ist protecting me?.... Its resonance is weaker then mein. It is kindred.
The wolf of deep roots told mein pack stories of kindred, nonkin.
They are special, unique, strong. With one as mein sister; I will be safe.
Even if she wasn't so strong, I would not leave. We are kindred, connected.
She is not mein elder in power wisdom or strength. I would be her big bruder,
but I sense something else, something elder, about her.
She is so much older then she looks, ancient.
She leads me to a strange house in the tree. The tree is dead, lacking in spirit.
A true tree would die so far from the woods.
Houses are the providence of the dangerous prey.
Did she kill the dangerous prey? That would make it her blood territory.
It is warm inside. I smell one of the dangerous pain. They are asleep, the kindred share a home with
dangerous prey? The elder rooted might have mentioned that.
Can I stay? I will ask.
"Schwester, kann ich hier schlafen?" She nuzzles me. I feel silly. She smiles at me.
"Ja, Sie können hier schlafen!" She grants me stay here.
I am home for tonight. Sister wraps me in a wing. I can eat tomorrow.
~Mein Dream~
~A Goddess of Creation~
Oh but for a muse of fire that would ascend
The brightest heaven of Imagination
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& on your driving forces work
Beyond the mortal bound of Inspiration
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She who would, the mortal mind, defend
Or inflict with, the ravages of Insanity
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A patron of Free Thought
A Goddess of Creation
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the sun hits my aching branches like a salve. It is wonderous... The word wonderous is wonderous!
Mein neuer schwester was still here, wrapping me in her wing. She seemed a bit smaller.
I felt a bit bigger. I was not too much bigger though. My resonance...
My resonance had changed. None of the deep root wolves mentioned this. I was more like schwester
now. It was warmer, I felt the floor underneath me. It wasn't a "there is wooden floor under me"
sort of feeling, it was the "there is a warm smooth floor under me, it is a bit rough, probably wood".
The details were important now.
I examined my physical form. My claws were a bit longer, my tail was too. I had leaf ears.
My back was less spiky. Of course it was, schwester would defend me, and a spiky back was a
defensive feature.
Had schwester changed?
I look over at her again. Her horn is gone. She now looks like a winged dangerous prey pup, but she isn't one.
Strange...
Who am I? What is a "pony"?
Probably abandoning or rewriting
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It asks me to sign my name.. I don't have one. DUMB PAPER!
The mysterious and short lived kidnapping of the foal
I slowly stirred. I rose like the mountains, slow and careful. My thoughts sounded silly.
I was sore all over. I crossed my eyes. My horn was back! I wondered what that pain on my back had been. I turned to look. SOoooo the pain meant I was changing something then.
" AAAaaawwww..." My wings were gone! I really like those!
I felt a sharp pain on my back again, thought it was waaayyyy less painful then any of the other times! I looked back. there they were again. Wait! Everytime it had happened before I had never just thought I want wings, or I want a horn. I had wished that those big ponies would leave me alone, but they didn't! This didn’t make any sense at all. I wish strange things happened at a constant rate.
I felt ANOTHER pain, and after the red haze cleared I looked again. My wings were gone again….
“Interesting..." A mysterious voice commented from behind me! I jumped into position to face the voice... It was... IT WAS A DRAGON
“I never realized logic limited your p-- Wait! No! Aaaahh!" I leaped at the beast glomping it with a mighty “SQUUUEEEEE” of victory! It was my dragon now! I had conquered the beast and made it mine! I would of course love it and hug it and pet it and call it George!... No George was a stupid name.
“Caaaaannn't breeeaattthhheee...” It gasped out. Oh no! I was killing it! ... I stopped hugging him with all my might and loosened up a bit. I don’t know how I knew its gender. It just was male.
“You are… Kaldr?...” He nodded at me slowly. “Yes you are Kaldr Dauði!... What a grim name!” It nodded again it… frowned. It was… …….!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That smell!!!! “COOKIES!” I circled around… Where were they! I MUST HAVE THOSE COOKIES!... What the heck was a cookie? It smelled like wonderful… THINGS!... great things that I must have in my mouth, RIGHT NOW! Delicious scrumptious things of amazing wonderfulness!
I clutched my head in pain. Scrump-!! Ouch! That word made my brain hurt. Wait… Where was my sword? Where was I? Why did breathing make me want to laugh?
I looked around; it certainly wasn’t my hospital room. It was a strange off white, rather then the hospital’s green. There are big splatters of red… paint all over the walls? This was a bad white, and a VERY bad red. I could barely breathe! The floor was white as well. Little panels in the shape of a… well it was the same length on every side, whatever shape that happened to be; were what the floor was made of. The bottom of the floor, that was above me, appeared to be made of the same thing as the top of the floor below me! Wait the bottom of the floor above someone is a C’ling right? The C’ling was made of the same stuff as the floor!
I was trapped in a scary bad room, the sword I had made was gone, and Miss Scratch was missing as well. What was worse? Well Miss Scratch being gone was the worst thing of course, but they took something I made! I HAD MADE THAT SWORD!
“HOW DARE THEY TAKE MY MOTHER BUCKING SWORD!” THEY TOOK IT! NEEEEEIIIINNNN!!! NO ONE TAKES STUFF I MAKE, NEVER EVER EVER! I… I …I!!!! I WILL TAKE IT BACK RIGHT NOW! I MADE THAT! THEY HAD NO RIGHT TO IT AT ALL! THEY DIDN’T MAKE IT!
Those sniveling thieving bastard children of a … “ouch…” Sni-!! Ouch! … THEY took something I made, and when I make something, I MAKE SOMETHING.
… I was in a scary place… Miss Scratch, and… Miss Octavia are gone… and They took something I made…
“They must be!! KI-OUCH-…. Foal?... FOALNAPPERS!” Wait… wasn’t there a dragon in the room. He would know what had happened! I turned to ask, but he was looking angrily at the door. They must be here! I had to defend myself!… Those walls looked tough! I bet if I used them as protection I would be good.
I couldn’t move the white walls, they were dull, empty, but the red ones were scary! They made me feel fear, and I could move them! I could control what I feared! I twisted them around me. In a mixed bles -ouch- for better or wo –ouch-… Whatever! there wasn’t as much blood covered parts as I thought I had seen. Wait blood?! This was disgusting, but they were going to come in at any moment! Why were they hurting ponies? Why were they gonna hurt me? I… I… I had to finish the armor! My glow bent the the last piece of the horrifying blood covered… Metal? I was covered in the blood of other ponies and metal…
WAIT what was I gonna use to defend myself with now?? Ohh wait the dragon.. But he was soo small! Wait! I made the sword right? So part of me was in it.. some brainy mindy windey thing! I could move my thoughts, why not the sword? Again I tasted strange weird words on the tip of minn tongue. Miss Scratch wasn’t around. I could say them!
*Ég gerði * sérstakasverð sterk og skínandi stáli .****
*það er samt *minn !
*Það *mun hlusta á orð mín !
*Það verður hér *með mér !
And as clearly as the meaning of the words; I could see it there before my eyes! The blade I made. I bade and it came! As if it always stayed, and was never waylaid! –ouch- I let out too many of the weird words and I had trouble speaking now! My tongue was in a strange knot. I undid it, and looked at the door, it was no longer silent. Unnoticed by me in my tr-ouch- … sleepy state, it had begun clamoring loudly. The banging resounded again and again!
Wait… why were they banging on the door?? They had the key didn’t they? I barely got to answer my question when a familiar blue glow finally overtook the door and ripped it from the hinges. It was Miss Scratch! She was here, she was mad, I was safe! She stopped when she looked at me, the look she gave me wasn’t the frozen smile... it wasn’t the frown… it was a new horrible expression! Her eyes were bulging, her body stiff, her shoulders shook! She was scared of me! I was scary… I hadn’t meant to scare her! Those Sword thieving foalnapping bas-ouch- … jerks were supposed to be scared! I… I had to comfort her somehow! I had… too…. The armor! She must be scared of the armor!
I cast off the red covered metal and left my sword behind. As I had said before, Miss Scratch came first. I wrapped my forelegs around her. She was cold and stiff to my touch, but She wasn’t frozen. She turned her head to look at me, the look of fear slowly left her face and I… I … I cried into her fur. The disgusting blood covered metal I had wrapped myself in, the painful words and thoughts, the horrible ponies, all of that was gone. I could cry safely here.
Wait… what about Kaldr?
Who am I? What is a "pony"?
Nightmare's Nightmare
The cultist filled facility creaked lightly in the torrent downpour. It was silent.... too silent... A small purple essence made its way around the corridors it took a small turn into a vent and entered a small room. There a small dragon and filly were playing.
The small purple essence attempted to envelop the fi... What the heck! It wasn't a girl... or a boy... so confusing! Its mind held too much happiness at the moment, a distraction would be needed. It was a young foal, distracting it was beyond easy for the essence. It let loose a light chemical compound. Smiling in a metaphorical fashion the essence let the drug enter the foal's bloodstream. Aahhh its defenses held crack in them now.
The purple haze let another compound out. This time the smell of cookies assaulted the foal's nose. Its defenses broke as a wave of greed over took it. Nightmare _____ smiled metaphorically as she slipped into a small crevice of the foal's mind. It was in!
Wait what?? The foal's mind bucked wildly. It was angry scared now. It sensed her??? No! Something of its had been taken. Nightmare recoiled as anger, pure and innocent, washed over her. It was disgusting! The foal was mad, it was... it was... STOLEN FROM! HOW DARE THEY STEAL FROM THE FOAL!.. WAaaiiitt... They stole from the foal! Why was nightmare mad?? Wait when had she let her defenses down!? She.. she ... She was being erased! The dark purple haze barely escaped from the mind of the foal. She reached out to one of the other pieces of her, the one in the lead cultist. He had been incapacitated!? What was going on?? Wait NO! One of the other pieces had lost its hold on one of the cultists! The freed mind had turned in the rest of the cultists! She had to escape now! Nightmare was blasted into the wall as a pulse of power rippled out from the foal. It turned its senses back to the room it was in.
The foal was releasing... power. Not magic, not love, not telepathy. POWER! It was pure... Imagination? .. wait no Inspiration... WAIT NOO NOOOOOOO!!!! The foal slipped on the last piece of the strange blood armor. Nightmare whimpered in submission as......
The essence left itself. Its memory faded away like a bad... nightmare. It could not remember what had happened after that, only that it woke up a hour later in a field halfway across Equestria...
Who am I? What is a "pony"?
Sister to wolves, German wolves.
forgotten things
I carefully wrote, using my glow to compel the pen along the intended path. Finishing the "i" in "Fantasi" I moved onto Vincenzadottir enunciating as I wrote. It was so easy! Much easier then that messy scri-oww- that messy writing thingy the nurse had tried to teach me...
"Viiiiinn'chen'zzaa'dauuttir" I dotted the i's, accented my "o" and crossed my t's very carefully. Then I glanced back up to ... mommy. She was not looking over my shoulder anymore and was instead whispering with mom. I pinched myself again... Nope definitely awake.
Why did I keep checking to see if I was awake. A... day?.. or so ago I had not even thought about it. Why did I keep waiting for Miss Vinyl or Miss Octavia to say they didn't love me? I felt my tummy cha-oww- get rubbed raw a bit and adjusted my armor and sword laden packs.
I don't know but... Surely I'm not this special...?
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"How in the name of the almighty Faust does she even know how to pronounce 'Vincenza' in fluent Bit'aliano, much less write in perfect cursive? She can't even write the standard hoof script!" Octavia just stared at Vinyl as the words left her mouth... then whispered back.
" She can craft a steel shelf into a sword, a blood covered wall into armor, and is fluent in what I now suspect to be, a language that hasn't been uttered in over a millennium. Yet THIS surprises you?... Really Vinyl??..." Octavia waved away Vinyl's thoughtful expression. " It is time we both just accept that this won't be a average foal, and that we won't be average parents."
It was at this tender moment that Octavia realized they had been forgetting something all this time...
" Vinyl... have you told your parents yet?"