Many stories by Me.

*Told In the views of a Human*

I am a Brony, and it is very obvious. I buy Brony gear and talk about MLP all the time. Then I started reading Fan Fiction and listening to Brony songs. I heard "The Brony Song" and in one line it said " 'My Little Dashy' made me cry." I decided to Google it. When I typed it in, I came across a website known as http://www.fimfiction.net/.  I read the story and bawled my eyes out. Then I read the sequel. I cried again! And the whole time I think to myself; "Wouldn't it be great if I got my own pony? It doesn't HAVE to be RD, It can be some-pony else. There's where my adventure started.

I was walking to the store as I usually do when I don't want to be around my family when I found a box. Your probably like; "There's a pony in there and it's a filly and it's exactly like "My Little Dashy." Nope. I looked in the box. Nothing. What your thinking of happened 2 years later.

Still living with my parents I had a part-time job at a dump. Really living the dream. Every once-in-a-while there would be a box with something good in it that was extra. I'm talking everything from old beer to copper blanks not made into pennies yet. It's strange what people throw away. When a well-known shop, 'Every-store,' got torn down, all the stuff got shipped down to us. We went through it all. I actually found something, an Apple Jack plush toy! Not knowing that I'm a Brony, my co-workers wondered why I had stuffed one in my jacket. I said it was for my sister's daughter. I don't even have a sister!

I had it hidden under my pillow and slept holding it every night. I was happy as a duck in a top hat until I found out why it was put in the dump. I was looking if there were more like it, maybe I could get a Rarity!  A little fun could be made with that (devious smirk.) *Remembers about audience* Well, back to the story. I was trying to find more when I came across an article. It was about why it was thrown away! Skimming the text, I found a line that sparked my interest; "...responsible for multiple deaths...over 20 recorded 911 calls, all about the toy...'Never buy this!' shouted an angry customer..." I then slowly turned around to see my Apple Jack standing up on it's hind hoofs, sharpening a knife with an evil smile.

Flailing my arms in terror, I lifted my head off of my desk. It had all been a dream, good. I check the time, and it said 10:30. I went to bed, remembering the double-shift day I had promised to take. I snuggled into my blankets and hugged the plush toy. It started beeping rapidly. I threw it against the far wall, backing into the corner of my bed. And then it blew up.

Want a better ending? Just say so in the comments! It was written in a day.