Too Good For Us

by Skeeter The Lurker

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Derpy Hooves, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad
Length: 1221

We took who she was, and rejected her.

We took who she was, and rejected her.

But we were so wrong...

Published 2013-04-26 18:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-26 18:30:02 UTC

The Only Chapter

You were never meant to be. You were a mistake, pure and simple.

You were made by someone, we don’t know who, we never cared, on complete accident. Once we saw it though, it was too late to do anything. You were there.

You, well, existed.

We simply shrugged it off... It didn’t matter, getting rid of you would be easy. A few simple motions, and poof! You’d be gone. Never to come back.

The mare you were, would become the mare we intended.

We never saw what was going on then. How could we? Like I said, we never cared about you. You were a joke, a gag, an amusing error on our part. Something to laugh at and then discard, like a used tissue.

So we left you be, and moved on. But that was our mistake you see. Leaving you be. If we had taken the time to go back and fix our mistake... But what’s done, is done.

You see, we thought no one would notice, no one would care. But they noticed.

“Hey look,” they said, “What a curious creature!”

The difference we unintentionally gave you made you stand out... Made you noticeable.

Some would point and laugh. Other would nod in understanding. You, who had no name, no life, no destiny, were suddenly given all of those. Name, life, destiny, purpose: you were given all of those, and not just one version, but many different versions. Each one their own unique entity, each one made with care and love.

Each one, different, but so very similar. Each one an embodiment of who you were, what you would become.

Suddenly, the creature, the mistake we made, we couldn’t erase, undo.

We were in the uncomftorable postiton of being stuck with you.

And we soon began to hate you for it.

But what could we do? Everytime, that would scour for you, search you out no matter how hard we hid you. And they would suceed, everytime. No matter what happened, they would find you, see you.

Love you.

And we? We continued the act. We put up with the charade, all the while growing more and more resentful of you. The once simple act of removing you became far too easy for you and we began to imagine more ways to take you put of the picture.

And oh, what ways they were. Horrifying ideas that should have never even been thought of.

But again, what could we do? We wanted them to be happy. And you did just that.

Soon, we began to change our mind. Slowly, at first.

“Well,” we thought, “If she can bring a smile to a sad face, maybe she isn’t so bad.”

“She seems to be quite concerned with the wellbeing of her daughter...”

Little thoughts like these soon plauged our mind.

And soon, we began to love you like the rest did. Soon, we didn’t bother hiding you as well as we once did. We began to enjoy seeing our little mistake grow beyond what it originally was.

Soon enough... We, ourselves, began to love our little mistake.

After this revelation occured, we began to see things differently. We began to enjoy what was around. You began to teach us things we thought we knew already.

All the stories you starred in, we read with enjoyment. The songs you sang, we sang along.

You were doing what we intended for all along.

But we should have known... Nothing lasts forever.

I don’t think for a second that anyone of us will forget that horrible, horrible day.

The day we made you do something we should have never done. We were foolish and stupid for thinking that it was a good idea...

In an instant... The mare we all came to love... Was suddenly hated by all.

We were stunned! Flabergasted!

“FOUL!” they cried!

“JUSTICE!” they demanded.

All the people who once loved and cherished you began to demand blood. Suddenly, the gun we sought to use on you so long ago, was placed in our hands by the ones who defended you.

What else could we have done? How would we be able to fix the mess we suddenly created?

We were cowards. And we did the only thing we could think of.

We placed the gun against the one who didn’t do anything wrong...

And pulled the trigger.

We saved ourselves, but at what cost? Our souls would never be the same.

After that, nothing felt the same. The joy we once felt was muted or gone completely...

We had no idea what was going on. Surely something would bring us back to our former enjoyment, right?

But nothing we did could do so. We went on to create more magical things, and watched as our world grew beyond our wildest imaginings.

You still existed to them... But only just. For the world at large... You ceased to be on that fateful day...

Soon enough, we came to yet another revelation. One that would shock us to our very core...

The Elements of Harmony, the objects of power we created... Those pillars of strength that all should aspire to be...

They were not six ponies, bound by fate, by friendship.

They were not two regal sisters, who were two sides of the same coin.

They were YOU.

You showed us kindness, even when we showed you hate.
You were generous, by doing whatever one asked, or being whatever one asked.
You showed us loyalty, toward your daughter, to your fans who cherished you, and to the ones who would use and abuse you. It mattered not.
You were honest, if not to someone else, then to the one all should be honest to: Yourself.
You showed us how to laugh and see the funny side of everything.
And you brought out the magic in everything.

All six Elements... Resided in you.

And we, in our cowardice, murdered you in cold blood.

I, for one, am glad it happened the way it did.

I’m glad you no longer exist here.

But not for the reason you may think, oh no.

I do not believe we were too good for you. Not at all. I believe, in all honesty, the reverse.

We were not too good for you... But you were too good for us.

We simply were not ready to bask in the glory of who you really were.

I hope, with all my heart, that wherever you are, you still remain who you are.

I hope that you spread the love, joy and tolerance to all of those who deserve it. You know we surely didn’t.

I hope you can look upon us, not with pity and hate, but with hope that we can someday accept who you truly were.

We kneel before you to ask a question we have no right to ask:

We’re sorry for what happened.
We don’t know what went wrong.
Can you ever forgive us?

Author's Note

What the hell was I thinking?

I can honestly say I have no idea where this came from.

I wrote this on an iPhone at 3am (EST) in a laundromat.

I didn't even bother to edit this and will most likely delete it when I realize what I just did.