One's Purpose
Maud Pie closed her eyes, allowing the picture she had been forcing away for the past week. This was no longer who she was, or, it didn’t need to be. The face was clear as day though, and it had been growing stronger each day after Rarity and Pinkie had left. At this point though, it was almost as painful as having to watch fools stripping stone away for their silly construction projects in the city, so she knew she had to answer the call once more.
”Marble, just look at the pretty clown I drew. Isn’t it nice, doesn’t it make you smile? Please?” Pinkie forced a large grin on her face, straining the muscles as she held out her crudely done portrait of one of her comedic idols. It was of no use, and Marble simply curled tighter into her ball.
Pinkie looked up at Maud as she entered the room. The pink filly was so small back then, so weak, and didn’t know how to properly cheer up a pony like Marble yet. So now, Maud would be asked if she knew, a task she hated needing to fill. Just because she was the oldest did not mean she knew everything. Not that she let them know, and it would be years until Pinkie saw through her facade. “What is wrong with Marble?”
Pinkie sniffed, trying to hold her tears back as she whispered, “A mean bully called her stupid on the playground before throwing gravel at her.”
A face appeared in Maud’s mind, and she nodded. “Go to her. I will be back.”
Maud slowly climbed up the stairs, wondering what her little sister would think of if she knew about this self assumed role. Would she accept it? Would she understand that it was a part of her that she enjoyed having? She doubted it of course. Each Pie had their specialties, and Maud’s was the opposite of Pinkie’s.
Maud walked up to Limestone as she slammed her pickaxe into a large boulder. She was still too young to be ready to break it, and the old tool was not the one she needed anyways. No, this was another time when her sister was in pain. Maud placed a hoof onto her shoulder, the two now teenagers. “You know that won’t work.”
Limestone’s eyes turned cold against her sister, before she turned away and walked towards a different boulder. Maud, of course, was standing there, waiting for her. “Look, I moved because I don’t want to talk to you. I know what you do when we’re like this. Besides, I could have broken that boulder. Fieldwork’s my area, remember?”
“What happened?”
Limestone growled, the pickaxe firmly between her hooves. “Maud, I don’t need-”
Maud placed a tender hoof onto her sister’s cheek as her yes turned downwards ever so slightly. “Please.”
Limestone was silent for a few moments, before blinking, and having a tear run down her face. “I’m… I’m going to find somepony someday, right? Marble isn’t going to be the only one I can consider for the rest of my life… she can’t be. I mean, I love her, but-”
Maud shifted her hoof from the cheek, to her sister’s muzzle, one of the mares from their class flashing into her mind. “No. You’re beautiful.”
Limestone glanced down and put her hooves onto the ground, letting the pickaxe fall as she did. “Don’t be too harsh, please.”
Maud looked at the door in front of her. On the other side was the pink pony in her mind. The one that had hurt one close to her before, and would hurt them again. The one who had demanded she act through her own actions.
Maud’s eyes shimmered for a moment, and she brought her hoof up for one loud, solid-
Thunk.
Maud curled up on the banister, shaking as she watched her parents. They had been yelling tonight, and while her baby sister somehow stayed asleep, she had been awoken by the commotion. Her muscles tensed as her father’s voice raised. She couldn’t understand the words, for she was too young, and had not reached out for speech. She would rather be quiet.
The screaming got louder as she watched her mother limp from the kitchen. She was hurt, and Maud didn’t want to accept what her instincts told her. She just wanted it to be quiet, like a rock, and then she could go to sleep. In the morning, her parents would smile at her, try to coax more words out of her and Limestone, and everything would be okay.
Her muzzle wrinkled at the smell of alcohol on the air, and her body trembled in response. It wanted to act, wanted to put forth the odd instincts within her that followed the Pie bloodline. The voice in the back of her mind scared her though, as it thought nasty, mean, and loud things. Things she did not want.
Her mother tripped to the ground as her father brought up a hoof, and for the only time in her life, Maud bared her teeth.
The door swung open to a pink mare with a purple mane. There were buttons on her flank, not that Maud needed such a specific identifier. She was on the phone, and whispered to the pony on the other side, “I’ll talk to you about the shop later.” She then hung up, and tilted her head. “Yes?”
“You will not hurt Rarity anymore.”
The other mare blinked a few times, before putting that same, stupid smile on that every other pony in this town knew. Maud was never fooled by it, and it only confirmed her suspicions of the mare, especially as she gestured for Maud to come in. “Oh, you know Rarity? I would love to hear how she is doing. I even heard she was thinking of opening a shop soon.” She rubbed her chin and pulled back a little. “You wouldn’t know when she may be putting her offer in for it.
Maud turned to the mare, and her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
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How? Digga, just how did you do that? It has been 5 maybe 6 hours since the episode came out? Color me impressed.
A bit confusing, but I liked it nonetheless.
Ooh, Suri, you are so dead.
Damn, quick! Interesting take on the Maud Sense. Nice back and forth between present and past. I like this one.
7088810 Thank you, and fixed. Also, I do agree that it is an interesting concept, and that 1k is not enough. However, I am not going to be the author who fulfills it potential, just merely one hoping I can inspire others to think on the topic, and entertain through the short tale of a character's power.
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Oh, I get it now.
After a quick reread, I finally realized what the story was about. Thanks for the help!
Holy crap! You're fast as silvak? You might as well try to out-speed silvak in a contest. That will be a great challenge indeed.
This calls for a writing contest! OF SCI-FY/DARK FAN FICTION!
Or a write co-op, either way if this is too sudden for you than so is this fic.
BRONY PHILOSOPHER AWAY!
I think you meant 'a pony like'
7088844 Fixed, and thank you.
7088816
...huh. I like this idea.
7088851 You are welcome, this was a very good fic, so thank you.
An interesting topic, that it is. My only hangup was one of confusion.
With this bit, what is Limestone trying to say?
7089077 She got rejected and told she was ugly, and because Limestone already knows that she is going to be stuck on the farm, with MAYBE Marble, she is afraid she'll be alone forever unless she falls in more than sisterly love for Marble. This is made all that more difficult by her being a lesbian here, hence why the pony in Maud's mind is a mare.
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So it wasn't me reading this wrong when I thought of a potentially romantic involvement between Limestone and Marble?
Also, side note: I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that Limestone is the oldest of the Pie sisters. I'll try and cite my sources if I get the chance.
Edit: Twitter post from the writer of Heathbreakers, Nick Confalone.
7089117 It would be useful, though I may leave it as is even if you do, simply because it keeps coherency by making Maud the oldest.
Maud sense... It appears to be telepathic at the start, an imge, in idea, that imprints onto her mind and allows her to find them like a magnet.
And then, she uses her power, the power to drain life, positivity, laughter and wonder from her target, bending their psyches as she rends their will. Then without a word, they are under her power, a deep, evolutionary submission reflex. Something that tells them that they have been marked to change their ways.
If they do not, they will suffer in silence, as their soul is petrified from the inside out, their minds slowing, weakening, losing function as synapses freeze.
A lobotomy from eye contact.
7090040 That is dark. I'm kinda afraid of Maud now.
7090362 Maud knows where you are. Pinkie knows and get inside without trouble.
One is content with brining joy. One loathes her curse.
Both a different side of the Pie coin.
This was quite good, both the story and MidnightFMare's observations on Maud sense.
I hope you'll consider doing more, either one shots or a novella.
7088830 How long is this contest open, I ask? I wanna knoooow!
7738499 Ha!
I wish. I only asked if they wanted one, I didn't actually get any response. Sucks for every reader I guess
I don't know why, I just thought everyone would jump at the opportunity. Maybe if you made amateur writers do it, it can still be fun. No write offs I guess
7739514 Ok. I'm working so much right now, I probably wouldn't be able to do it anyway. Working on a story on a website called Quotev, along with LOTS of other stories.