The Rather Peculiar Life of Cookie and Her Dearest Companion, 'Sparky'

by Inkin

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character
Length: 1217

Cookie knew as soon as she saw the unicorn, her head wrapped in bandages as she glared the table to death, that they were going to be the best of friends.

"You're crazy!" ... "I am?"... "Yes!"... "How do you know that?"... "Because I've spent the last three weeks with you and in that time you've stolen a guards trousers, spent three hours talking backwards, bounced that Celestia forsaken ball for twelve, cursed leprechauns half a dozen times, been troll hunting and licked my face!... TWICE!"... "Oh... but Sparky, it's not my fault the leprechauns keep moving my stuff-"... "STOP CALLING ME THAT!"...

Truly, Sparky is the best friend that a Pegasus/mare/complete sane pony could ever ask for. Cookie just sometimes really wishes that she'd stop bashing her otherwise intelligent head on things.

(I am a rebel! I am writing what I want! Hahah! Descent fic is coming soon... probably)

Lazy cover art by me. I will probably replace it later and why yes, my handwriting is terrible! Thank you for noticing!

Published 2013-05-08 17:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-08 17:30:02 UTC

Cookie Learns The First Lesson of Friendship

Cookie Learns The First Lesson of Friendship; Be Quiet When Sternly Instructed By Grouchy Mares

“Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored-”

“WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT?!”

The Pegasus catches the ball she's been bouncing for the past- she glances to the clock- two hours then grins over at the unicorn sat nearby.

“Hey there, Sparky! You sound particularly grouchy today!”

“My name isn't 'Sparky'!” The unicorn retorts sharply with a glare. She's mad. Cookie can't fathom why she's so annoyed. Maybe she's got brain ache. She's been writing for ages.

“... It could be,” Cookie says simply because it's true and the other pony slams her face into the table in front of her a few times. “Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself. You might get double amnesia and forget what you've forgotten..”

“Oh sweet Celestia, what did I do to deserve this?”

“Nopony deserves to batter their own head against a table, Sparky. No matter what they've done...” Cookie replies seriously as she juggles her ball, rolling it off her wings before catching it neatly with her hooves.

“Stop calling me 'Sparky'!”

“What should I call you then?” Cookie quips curiously with a smile and eyes, as blue as the ocean, narrow at her like they have done many times in the past before the left one twitches. Cookie's left, not Sparky's left by the way. Cookie is about to ask if Sparky has something in her eye but the unicorn talks over her before she can get the words out.

“I don't even care. Just... please... stop talking...”

Cookie quirks a brow at her and opens her mouth to ask her friend if she's got a headache but then she remembers she's meant to stop talking and closes it again. She nods and watches Sparky carry on scribbling before she goes back to bouncing her ball. Not long after, the rhythmic thud is joined by a slightly less rhythmic thud of Sparky bashing her head against the table again.

Cookie almost speaks but catches herself just in time and carries on bouncing her ball. She wouldn't want to upset Sparky by making too much noise.

The unicorn groans loudly.

Cookie Tries Using Swatches... and Fails

Cookie Tries Using Swatches... and Fails

Sparky has a coat that's the most interesting yet weirdest blue colour that Cookie has ever seen in her life. It's really light, almost like a clear sky at midday except it's sort of got a green-ish tinge like turquoise. Cookie just cannot decide what colour it is.

She even asks for a bunch of swatches but can't find one that fits Sparky's coat properly, even when she sticks them to Sparky's face and compares them up close. Now though, Sparky is moping and Cookie knows better than to stick things on her face when she's moping.

“Sparky!” She calls and the unicorn sighs heavily.

“What, in the name of all that is sacred, do you want?” She replies.

“What colour is your coat?” Cookie questions as she flips through the strips of blue in front of her and sprawled across the floor around her.

“Blue?”

“I know blue but what kind of blue?” Cookie quips and her friend stares at her.

“Why does it matter?” She sighs.

“Why shouldn't it matter?” Cookie replies with a grin and Sparky massages her head. That means that she's getting a headache and is usually followed by her growling like a wolverine.

“Any reason at all. I don't know what colour my coat is exactly, Cookie, nor do I care enough to find out,” Is what she actually says but at least she isn't yelling. That always makes her headaches worse. Cookie gazes at her thoughtfully.

“It's somewhere between snowy mint and Malibu blue...” She says and Sparky watches her with a quirked brow. Cookie smiles slowly. “You called me, 'Cookie',” She adds cheerfully and Sparky's eyes widen then she groans loudly.

“Oh Celestia, things are just going to get worse from here on out, aren't they?” She mutters.

“Worse? Why would they get worse?” Cookie quips curiously and for a moment, her friend says nothing then Sparky looks over to her and sighs again but more softly than before and there is an odd look in her eye like there sometimes is when she looks at Cookie.

“No reason at all...” She says and Cookie looks back to her swatches then grins.

“I'm gonna call it Sparky Blue,” She decides.

“Sounds... Sounds great...”

Sparky Earns The Name

Sparky Earns The Name

“Cookie... Remember what we said about introducing yourself.”

“Don't break ribs with hugs and try not to smile too much!” Cookie replies with a grin. The earth pony beside her keeps gazing at her. She blinks then realises her mistake and winds down her grin to a friendly smile.

“Better... Now, this mare is somewhat delicate. She hit her head and has some severe memory loss. It might be good for her to get talking so don't be put off if she gets... snappy and try not to let it upset you.”

“Aye, Capitano!"

“Alright... Off you go then,” The earth pony urges with a smile and Cookie trots over to the unicorn sat in the corner. Blue eyes look to her and narrow as she skips to a halt.

“Hello,” She greets. 'Hello' was such a good word and a good way to start a conversation. She's glad that there is the option of 'hello' as opposed to 'AHOY MATEY!'. Though, she does like pirates... and come to think of it, 'AHOY MATEY!' actually sounds pretty cool.

“...”

The unicorn must've heard her say that suddenly rather average sounding, 'hello'. She's looking right at Cookie after all. Cookie pauses then sits down opposite her.

“So...” She says then she plants an elbow on the table and rests her chin on her hoof. “What are you in for?” She quips.

The unicorn sucks in a deep breath then closes her eyes and breathes out in a whoosh.

“Are you tired?” Cookie asks.

“... Something like that.”

“I'm pretty tired too but then having a dream about three legged, flying rainbow pigs invading Equestria and overthrowing the Princesses is pretty tiring...” Cookie replies and the unicorn stares at her with this odd expression that Cookie can't make head nor tails of. Must be the head injury. “I'm Cookie, by the way!” She adds cheerfully and the unicorn frowns.

“Cookie?”

“Yup!”

“Why in Equestria is your name- Actually, never mind, it doesn't-”

“I really like cookies,” The Pegasus states, voice softening a tad and the unicorn peers at her with a different expression. One that Cookie can't make tails nor heads of.

“Yeah?... Well, I can't remember if I like cookies...” She mutters and Cookie beams at her.

“We should find out... Can I call you Sparky?”

“What? Sparky? Why would-?”

“Your cutie mark has like... sparks on it...” Cookie says, gesturing to the  and the unicorn sighs heavily. “You okay?”

“My head's killing me...”

“Probably 'cuz you hit it badly... Is it weird having amnesia?”

“Sweet Celestia...”

“What about her?”

“Oh Luna's flank!”

“What about Luna's flank? I haven't seen it personally but I've heard it's rather nice.”

“... Kill me.”

“... I'd really rather not.”