Dreaming of Paws

by Glassed

Chapter 6: Pawdon the Singing

Chapter 6: Pawdon the Singing.

I wiped a small amount of blood from the corner of my mouth. I don’t like fighting, I really don’t, but it seems like fighting likes me… if that makes any sense whatsoever.

My knuckles were red, both from the blood and from the heavy hits I just gave that guy. “Jerk…”

I can barely remember why I fought him in the first place. He hadn’t done anything in particular to me, just did the old ‘tough guy’-thing with sticking out his chest and throwing a few insults my way.

He asked for it, right?

I slumped down the wall and looked down the alley that bastard had fled down. I didn’t bother going after him, we both knew who had won this fight. It’s not like this was something special. This was basically Tuesdays for me.

I heard footsteps to my right. A by-passer on the street most likely. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. They didn’t fade out as if the guy was going past me. He had stopped at the alley. Yeah, get a good look jackass.

I looked up to face the bystander and I raised an eyebrow at what I saw.

A little girl, probably not much older than seven or eight years old, wearing a pink t-shirt with balloons on it, was looking at me with a confused expression.

I’m about six feet tall, medium length darkish hair and I’m bleeding from the corner of my mouth. I’ll admit that I must look pretty freaking scary right now. So why hasn’t she just left yet? And… why’s she smiling like that?

True enough, she wore a huge toothy smile. Missing a tooth, I noted offhandedly.

“Why are you smiling?” I asked her. She waited a moment before answering.

“Pinkie Pie says that you should giggle at the ghostie. So I’m smiling.”

Who the fuck is ‘Pinkie Pie’? “So… you’re scared?” She nodded. “Of me?” She nodded again.

“So why the he-“ I stopped myself. Don’t cuss in front of the kids. “-are you still here?”

“Because you’re not smiling.” She answered.

What kind of reason was that!? “What?” I asked with a confused expression on my face.

“Why aren’t you smiling?” She asked me.

“I don’t really see any reason I should smile.” Depressing, I know, but that’s life.

“Do you need a reason to smile?” I raised an eyebrow at her question. “Pinkie says that a smile helps you feel better.”

Am I being lectured about life from a 7 year old? Oh fucking joy. “I just don’t want to smile, OK!” I said, perhaps a bit more harshly than I had wanted.

Apparently this girl’s got guts, as she didn’t flinch in the slightest and began singing. Yes, singing. As in lyrics. About smiling. A song about smiling is what I’m saying.

My name is Pinkie Pie,
And I am here to say,
I’m gonna make you smile, and I will brighten up your day!

This… this is ridiculous. She’s singing!

It doesn’t matter now,
If you are sad or blue.
Cause cheering up, my friend, is just what Pinkie’s here to do

…Ridiculous…

She began doing a cartwheel while she sang.

Cause I love to make you smile, smile, smile!
It fills my heart with sunshine all the while,
Cause all I really need is smile, smile, smile,
From these happy friends of mine!

The corner of my mouth twitched. So… ridiculous… She continued singing and dancing. I had to give the girl credit; she had plenty of energy to spare.

When she finally got to the end of the song, I did something I hadn’t done properly in months, maybe even years.

I started to laugh.

There wasn’t a trace of malice or arrogance in it. It wasn’t a hateful or mocking laugh, nor was it just for politeness sake.

It was a honest to god laugh.

I could feel the wound in my mouth throb every time I exhaled. The muscles around my mouth hurt as well, not used to being strained. It hurt and I could feel tears flowing down my cheeks. I didn’t know if it was from the pain or from the laughter.

All I knew was that it felt good!

The girl began to laugh with me. “Yay! I made you smile! It’s nice, right?”

“Yes,” I wiped a tear away from my eye. “Yes, it’s nice.” There was something about her. I never had anything against kids, but this girl just… radiated happiness! I’ve got no other way of explaining it; she was making me smile just by being here.

“You know what mister?”

“What?”

“If you smile to people, they will smile back. And if they smile, you start smiling as well! Isn’t that just awesome?” She did a little twirl. “I love getting people to smile! That’s what Pinkie Pie does! That’s why she’s my favorite character!”

I let out a little laugh. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’m not like this! I’m not… smiling… Why is that a bad thing? She’s right. I really like this. It’s so stupid, but I can’t stop smiling.

“Hey, mister?” She asked while tilting her head. I looked up at her from my position on the ground. “Will you help people smile as well?”

“Is that what ‘Pinkie’ would do?” I asked with a smug smile on my face. She nodded quickly and energetically enough that I was actually afraid her head might have fallen off. “Then OK, I guess.”

She jumped up in the air and threw her hands in the air. “Yes! Thank you mister!” She looked at her little pink wrist-watch. “Oh no, I have to go home! Mom is baking cupcakes! Bye mister!”

And she was off. Leaving me sitting in an alley, smiling like an idiot.

I looked up at the clouds. “Smiling, huh? Might not be that bad…”

And with that said and done, the dream ended. Once more reminding me of how a little girl taught me how to spread smiles and laughter.

How I became who I am.

Comments

[Glassed]

Yeah yeah, incredibly cheesy and cliche, but I loved doing this chapter. It kinda got to be in the spur of the moment.
FYI: Jazz isn't completely 'me', and therefore, this isn't my past. It's almost completely fiction.
Though Pinkie is still best pony of course.

[Edit] OK, I just went though this chapter and I cringed. The grammar was messed up horribly in some places and the whole thing was just.. meh...
No more late night writing and then just uploading it without looking at it properly, for me any more! Let's actually make an effort in this story! I'm gonna go get a proof-reader as well! With such short chapters, it shouldn't be too much of a bother.
-Glassed

[Forevermore]

Cliche but still nice, not every character needs a dramatic, angsty backstory

[G S tol Kriaal]

You made the "tough guy" a "though guy," you don't flee down of allies, either out of them or down them, and you messed up the lyrics!
On a lighter note, I'm guessing you also want us to "pawdon" the puns?

[Salacar]

D'aaww

[burning-ruin-666]

1087357 pinkie all the way... and its a nice back up story, gives you more sight in to your caracter... good chap, short, but good

[Glassed]

1087922 Huh... Guess that was one of my worse days in regards to grammar
And yes, 'pawdon' the puns... and everything else in this story
(Will fix some of the issues when I get home from work)
-Glassed

[Streamline]

So.... Short. I need MOAR!

[Hydkore]

'Need a proof-reader'

*Looks hopingly at the Friendmobile*
Too bad I'm crap when it comes to grammar.

[Glassed]

1091981 Heh, I know that feeling. I have someone in mind though. Just need for him to get online.
-Glassed

[Hydkore]

1091989
Hell, I now have at least three persons editing Sandstallion for me

[Bongoro7]

1091989
Is it Bongo?
Bongo can halp.
Halp indeed.

[Fireeaters]

1091981 *looks hopefully

[Glassed]

1099940 Theoretically, yes you're correct. Practically, no.
The reason being that his power focuses on the mental aspect of dreams. Allow me to explain:
Imagine a field. Let's make it a sphere. In this sphere, Jazz can project images, sounds, smells, tastes and finally touches, for anyone in them.
A pony comes along, and gets in the field. Jazz can now show the pony an illusion. He can, however, only attack the mind of the victim.
It's the same way that he can't just turn into an Elephant (though he can make himself look like one) and stamp anyone to death. He can make them feel that they're being stamped on, but it's not physically hurt them.
He also has to concentrate on the illusion and how it's set up. This means that he has to know how things feel to make them appear (just as he has to know the smells, tastes, sounds ect.), and he has yet to be stamped on by an Elephant.
That's the issue with the sense of touch. To project it, he really have to focus on it, almost to the point where he can feel it himself.

TL;DR: He can make himself look like something else if given time to concentrate (though it's hard to constantly keep a focus), but he can't hurt anyone with it. Ex: Elephant =/= No stamping people to death.
-Glassed

[Diabolic Gnome]

I needed a reason to start watching you

FOUND IT

[Glassed]

1112960 Actually, I think Jazz is the only one to die thus far...

1113180 Or you could just plain out stalk me~
-Glassed

[Diabolic Gnome]

1114603 huh im sure some of the others got offed to

1114603 and to contrary belief i don't stalk for no reason

[Gangsta Sasquatch]

So much D'awwwwww

[Glassed]

1165559 Nope, he dead bro. He dead.
-Glassed

[Literature]

1174755
Yeah, but you all have the god of the dead on your side, so dying isn't too bad.
And Ungehorsam can put souls in gems, so you can survive that way, but that doesn't happen.

[Glassed]

1174933 Oh trust me, this isn't the end of the story. DoP is going to become quite crazy and somewhat nuts, but after (what will become) this chapter, everything will go completely 'Gurren Lagann'!
-Glassed

[Literature]

1174980
Awesome!

Also, I've wanted to do this for so long.

THIS is how I feel when someone ends their comments with their name or nickname.
Just for fun!

[Mr AJ]

1091989
Tips for taking care of your pre-reader
*Make sure their cage is swept DAILY.
*Always ensure their food and water bowls are clean and full.
*Change their litter box at least once a day.
*Walk them regularly.
Hope this helps.

[Magical Trevor]

1087357 ... I feel so freaking confused... did I miss a chapter or something?