//------------------------------// // Generosity Philosophy // Story: Waking up as Rarity. // by TonydBrony //------------------------------// Considering what I’ve done in the past few minutes, I’m wondering if I just solved a problem or made an entirely new one. Nonetheless, Ryan and I finished our lunch quickly with few words to be said. Although the cheesecake was soft, decadent and very flavorful. Other than a few fans freaking out and wanting to get pictures taken with me, it was no big deal. Being in a slightly better mood than the shit sandwich incident, I obliged to take a few pictures with a couple children and friendly bronies. Although most of them had terrible cosplays.  No words were spoken between Ryan and I as we left the Golden Corral. A bell rang overhead as we exited and walked together into the slightly warmer parking lot. Nothing extraordinary happened while we walked across the pavement to Ryan’s truck. “No crowds of crazy fans to surround and attack me.” I say aloud, trying to lighten the mood. “Shocking, considering my luck. But something’s gotta give, right? I mean, I haven’t even told you about my near death duel with a witch from a cartoon.” “Two things.” Ryan said while opening the passenger side door for me. “One, you fought a witch?” “After trying to use my charm to convince I wasn’t a pony and playing a game of chess against her, yes.” He popped open the driver side door and sat down next to me. “Okay. Two, how did you beat her? You aren’t exactly built like a tank.” He says very judgingly, taking another shot at my ego. “She shape shifted into a wolf!” I declare and wave my hooves in the air for added effect. “But, being the fast thinker I am, I shoved a brick in her mouth as she was about to bite down on me!” Ryan stifled a chuckle and began to pull out of the parking lot. “Then what?” “I kicked her in the mouth and broke her jaw. What else?” I say proudly, recalling the event. Ryan stopped the truck, jerking me forward suddenly. “What?” He exclaims in surprise. “I sent a buck into her jaw and broke it. Then she flew away after turning into a hummingbird.” I say after pulling myself off of the cramped foot space below. Ryan was bewildered as he stared at me in disbelief. “Surprised?” I ask with a giggle and nudge him with a hoof. “I’m not completely helpless, Ryan.” “Wait, you’re serious? You’re not joking? You actually beat the hell out of a witch single handedly?” “Then why did punch that jerk in the face if you could’ve taken him?” “Because I probably would’ve ended up killing him...” v^v^v^v^v We sat in silence as Ryan drove along the winding city streets. Some song was playing on the radio, but I wasn’t really paying attention. You’re going to have to patch things up with him somehow, you know. Rarity says, tugging at the back of my mind. With a heavy sigh I look up at Ryan. By his expression, I can only guess he is beyond nervous and possibly frustrated. “This was a triumph.” I mutter, barely audible. Ryan looks away from the road as we stop at a red light and glances down at me. “I’m making a note here..” “What?” He asks incredulously. “Huge success.” I say a little louder. “Tch, what are you doing?” Ryan says, holding back obvious laughter from his voice. “It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction.” I start singing and Ryan smiles. “Aperture Science.” Ryan adds with one hand on the steering wheel. “We do what we must, because we can.” He quickly catches on. “Foooor the good of all of us!” I pause for a moment and grin devilishly. “Except the ones who are dead.” Ryan shakes his head in agreement. “But there’s no sense crying over every mistake.” I raise my hoof to my mouth, pantomiming I’m eating it. “You just keep on trying ‘till you run out of cake.” “And the science gets done and you make a neat gun.” Ryan points a finger gun at me as he sings that line. “For the people who are still alive.” Ryan grins and pulls back his hand as if he shot me. “I’m not even angry.” He looks down at me with a warm smile and puts his hands back on the wheel. “I’m being so sincere right now.” Not exactly the approach I would’ve taken, but nicely done darling. v^v^v^v I won’t go into full detail of our singing, because that would just a page full of us being complete idiots. Anyhow, one laugh filled drive later, I was saying goodbye to my new friend and hopefully be on my way to New York. In a trained fashion, I jumped out of Ryan’s truck and my hooves hit the ground once more. The greyhound bus station couldn’t be more than twenty feet away, yet my chest felt heavy and it felt like a few miles as we walked across the paved sidewalk. “Well, thanks for your help, Ryan.” I mumble with a shake in my voice. In the few hours I’ve known the red headed giant, I’ve grown attached to him and this may well be that last time I see him. “You’re a great person Ryan, and a even better friend that I could’ve asked for.” “Likewise, Rari- Tony. Sorry.” He replies and scratches the back of his head. “So.. You have my number if you need anything, right?” Ryan mutters, trying to not sound worried, but it’s all too obvious. “Yeah...” I trail off and stare up at the tinted glass door before me. “Hey, stay safe man. And don’t let anyone push you around because you’re a cute little unicorn.” Ryan’s smile is reassuring and my heart breaks for the second time today. My eyes start to sting and my ears are pressed against my head. Not before long, a tear rolls off my cheek and splashes onto the pavement. “Damn it Ryan, get your ass down here and give me a hug.” He drops to his knees and wraps his arms around me, the warmth of his body spreading over my sadly shaking limbs. My hooves are lifted off the ground slightly as Ryan pulls me closer to him. “Don’t cry, Tony. If you do, I’ll start cry-” His voice was cut off by a sniffle and his sobs blotted out anything intelligible he was trying to say.   “This is... goodbye, my friend.” I steel my voice and stop the shaking. Ryan lets go of me and stands back up. He wipes his face on his sleeve and sighs. “Well, I can’t put this off much longer, Ryan.” “Yeah. I know, Tony,” is the last thing he says before turning his back to me and starts walking away. I sit outside and watch him leave as she pops open the door and jumps in. His blue ford roars to life. “Bye Ryan.” I whisper and head into the bus station. The place is empty, spare the single man standing behind a counter with a smile. He waves to me and motions me over. “Good afternoon, ma’am.” He says cheerfully and I trot towards him, as my hooves make dull thuds against the tile. “One ticket to New York City, I presume?” He asks with a chuckle. “Yeah.. How’d you know?” I inquire and use a stool to see over  the counter as I reach him. “I saw the news and since you’re a little talking unicorn, I could only guess.” “Right...” I say and drop the eye contact. “One ticket to New York please.” A few button presses and cash register ding later, he’s smiling at me. “$57.45.” He says, still very cheery. I slide my card over the counter and he swipes it. “Transaction approved, sweetheart.” He winks and hands me my card and a slip of paper. Remind me to start hating this guy pronto. I hate being called sweetheart. “Lucky you, that’s the last ticket I can sell since the bus is full otherwise.” “Thanks, when does the bus leave?” I ask and put my card and the slip of paper in my bag. “I would say an half an hour or so.” The clerk says and checks a wrist watch. “Yeah, it’s two twenty one, and the bus leaves at three.” As I leave to take a seat, a man in a dark blue suit and tie with a suitcase in hand rushed by me, leaving me spinning on the floor. Well, that certainly was rude.. “I need a ticket to New York City! As soon as possible!” The suit man exclaims. “I’m terribly sorry sir, but I just sold the last ticket.” The clerk motions over to me. Suit man starts panicking. “What, that’s not possible! I NEED to get to New York, there has to be another ticket! I’ve got a deadline to meet or thousands of jobs across the United States may be destroyed!” Rarity, are you thinking what I’m thinking? My guess is what your are about to do something severely noble of yourself and possible delay your arrival in New York by a few days. “That’s right, Madam Rarity.” I say aloud and trot over to the business-esque looking man. He doesn’t look too happy to see me. “This is just great! You fucking ponies are ruining everything!” I look up to him, and smile. “Sir, I’m terribly sorry for what has happened as of recent, and I am trying my best to fix what order has been destroyed by Discord.” Wait. Rarity, Discord is behind this? Yes darling, you can quiz me about it another time. He glares down at me with no sympathy in his features. “I don’t care! First it was the days! Then it rained chocolate milk in my neighborhood! Now you have the last ticket to New York!” “Then let me make it up to you, sir.” I address his anger and hopefully my sense of good will shall prevail. “And just how are you going to do that?” He sneers. The horn atop my head glows blue and my backpack unzips. “You can have my ticket.” Within seconds, the slip of paper that the clerk gave me is floating out in front of the man by a few inches. “Please, I do insist.” He looks as though he’s in shock, but gingerly takes the ticket in his hand. “Wh-what.?” He stammers. “Please take it.” Rarity says using our mouth. “As an apology and a-” My sentence is cut off... By Rarity... “Guarantee that we shall correct this horrid mess.” The man’s glare softens as his eyes roll to the ticket. The rage that was ever so present in his eyes is gone. “I don’t know what to say..” He rubs the back of his neck then looks back to me. “I guess... I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” Oohh! Tony, I’m so proud you! “Don’t worry about it, it’s what I do.” I say and already begin to turn around. “Just know that it’s not the pony’s fault this happening, so if you see any others, don’t yell at them. It’s rude.” I say once more and turn from him. As I did so, my chest felt warm. Like I just did something really good. (Because I did!) I plant my hooves on the floor and fish out my phone. “Hopefully Ryan can still help me out.” I mutter and begin dialing his number he gave me. Ring ring... “C’mon big guy, answer...” Ring ring... “Hello?” Came a familiar voice that belonged to none other than my ginger savior himself. “Heeey, Ryan. Listen, I might need some help getting to the big apple...” “I’m on it. Can you meet me down the street by Sam’s Hot Dogs?” “Yeah, thanks man!” “Don’t worry about it.” Ryan says then hangs up. “Well, that was easy.” I mutter and start walking out the door... And see Ryan sitting on the tailgate of his truck outside. “Hey, what can I say? I’m a bad liar.” I gallop across the parking lot as fast as my legs will allow... Right into Ryan's arms.