Every Part of You
“Secret stealer!”
“Liar!”
“She-Demon!”
“Go away, you freak! We don’t want you around! You ruin everything!”
“I trusted you!”
Five pairs of angry, pained eyes bored into her, as well as the rest of the customers of Sugarcube Corner, daring her to do something that they could condemn.
Sunset stood silent, defeated, looking upon the five girls she once called her friends. She couldn’t believe that this was happening, yet she also couldn’t bring herself to try and reach out. It was useless, they would never believe her, nor would they ever accept her.
Deep down, she had known that their friendship wasn’t everything it seemed. She had hoped, if only for a while, that maybe she had actually found a bond that wouldn’t break under the lightest of stress. It wasn’t to be, however, as she had single handedly destroyed any chance of redemption the moment she made the decision to dominate the school.
Would her demons ever leave her? Or was she doomed to be haunted by the spectre of her misdeeds? Either way, she couldn’t afford to try, only to be broken again.
“Fine. I’m going. You won’t need to- *sob* Y-you won’t need to see me again. I’m done. Twilight was wrong; for me, there is no other way. I just want to be left alone.”
She threw down her journal, the one thing that connected her to her mentor, as well as her mother figure, and watched as it threatened to fall apart from the force of the impact.
“Here, take it. You obviously need it more than I do. Maybe Twilight will talk to you and make sure your friendship doesn’t fall apart like last time.”
Turning away from the ones who had broken her, she didn’t see three pairs of eyes watching her, guilt in their eyes. They obviously hadn’t thought this through. Applebloom looked towards the other two members of the Canterlot Movie Club, “Girls, I think we need to tell them the truth. We can’t ruin one person’s life just because we got jealous.”
“What!? But, that was our whole plan! What was this all for if we give up right as we have her away from Rainbo- I mean our sisters!?” said Scootaloo, heatedly contesting the issue.
“AB’s right, Scootaloo, we can’t keep this up.Based on what I’ve seen from the school, if we keep going, we’ll end up being worse than the sirens, mainly ‘cause we didn’t use any freaky magic to break up the students!”
“Fine, but I don’t like where this is going. We’ll end up grounded for sure.”
“Oh believe me, grounding will be the least of it, if I know my sister.”
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Arriving in her apartment, Sunset looked around at her depressing environment. Sure, it had all the items you’d expect, but it just felt empty. There was no spark, no life in the things that lined the shelves and walls. In the corner sat a wastebasket with all of her pictures of her friends. She’d thrown them in there after the first time they’d rejected her. A fit of rage, but one that she had yet to reverse, mainly because she had given up hope of reversing the course of this whole string of events.
Anon-A-Miss had gotten what she wanted; the destruction of Sunset Shimmer. She had been thoroughly outcast and made a laughingstock. Now there was nothing left for her. She only needed to wait out the rest of the weekend. There would be some bad weather coming tomorrow, and she didn’t want to get frostbite or worse. Come Monday, though, she planned to walk through the portal back to Equestria. She had already made plans to serve out whatever sentence Celestia had planned for her, and then wander the lands, making sure never to encounter her former friends again.
Her eyes heavy with the day’s exhaustion, she laid down on the couch, turning the TV on for some background noise. Having formerly been a pony, she had heightened hearing, which translated in her human form as tinnitus, the constant ringing in her ears a maddening drone. She swore as she thought about it she could hear Pinkie Pie saying, “Well, silly-billy, if your ears are ringing, maybe you should pick up and see who’s on the other end!” The chuckle this brought in no way alleviated her sadness, and only further cemented her belief that her isolation was bringing with it insanity.
Slowly, with the TV droning on with a telethon about the a Christmas play, she slowly fell asleep.
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♪It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood
A beautiful day for a neighbor
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?♪
Coming out of her sleep, Sunset was assaulted with the brightness of the morning sun, as well as the soft voice of an old man. She looked towards her TV to see a man in a cardigan singing as he welcomed his audience, his “television neighbors,” and treated them as if they were there with him.
It was odd, she thought, that there would be a show like this, evidently aimed at young children, when there were so many loud and obnoxious cartoons to fill the void in the otherwise tranquil lives of childhood.
As she moved to turn the channel, she had a second thought, and decided she’d humor the show for an episode. It seemed to be relaxing, sort of like that painter that seemed to think that trees were happier if they were short. Oh, how the ents in her world wood get a kick out of that! (heh)
After the episode had finished, which wasn’t that long, she went to make herself some coffee while letting the program continue. She didn’t have anything to do, so why not? The short thought threatened to bring her low, but hearing the man’s gentle voice as he sang about the fears of falling down the drain brought a smile to her lips. Even something as genuinely impossible as that he had an answer for.
Coming back to her living room, she observed as he showed the audience how bubble gum was made. As she kept watching, she noticed that the man, Mr Rogers, she’d learned, was very calm and deliberate with treating each situation, no matter how silly, with the utmost respect. She had to give the man respect, not many adults value the opinions or the troubles of a child as worth their attention. But Rogers not only respected them, he reveled in their differences. She saw him as he interacted with a little boy, named Jeff, and talked about how he could ride around in his wheelchair. Disabilities were rare in Equestria, but were no less taboo to those who looked down on others. It was good to see someone treating everyone with kindness.
As the last episode for the morning wrapped up, Sunset prepared to go and get some cleaning done, but just then, she heard him singing, and the words struck her to her soul.
♪It’s you I like,
It’s not the things you wear,
It’s not the way you do your hair–
But it’s you I like♪
Sunset’s eyes prickled. Her heart jumped. No, there was no way he could ever say that to her! After all, if he knew what she’d done, he would avoid her like the plague. Yet, she wanted, so desperately, to have someone, anyone tell her that genuinely. How could anyone, anyone like her?
♪The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you–
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys–
They’re just beside you.♪
Well, there it was, he was talking to the children. But, why did it feel like he was talking to her, too? What was it in his words, his voice that would just speak to her as if from his heart to hers? Did this world have heartsong too? Either way, she couldn't help but feel accepted for the first time in her life.
♪But it's you I like
Every part of You
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new♪
Every part? Even the part of her she hated? The part of her that was all of her past actions, thoughts so full of selfishness and pride? He liked them too? Nothing had ever made her feel so loved than those words in that moment.
♪And I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue
That it's you I like
It's you yourself
It's you
It's you I like♪
Sunset sat there, fully aware that she was crying, yet not caring in the least. At that moment, she was at peace, knowing that no matter what, at least one person cared enough to show her the appreciation and affection she craved, even if he were a stranger to her.
You made this day a special one. You know how? By just you being yourself. There's only one person in the whole world exactly like you, and that's you yourself. And people can like you exactly as you are. Because I like you very much.
There it was. Just being herself, Sunset could be special. Why did those few words speak more to her than anything else she'd ever heard since being saved from her demons? She might never know, but she knew one thing: she would get through this, and she'd be better for it.
Smiling slightly, Sunset prepared to go out of her front door, knowing that she could face whatever came next. As she moved to open her door, however, she heard a knock.
“Sunset! Please open up! It's us, we need to talk to you! We're sorry. Apple Bloom and the girls explained everything to us, and we want to make up for our mistakes! Please darling, let us in!”
Sunset took a deep breath, knowing that no matter what, she was going to be okay.
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pretty wholesome
Oh man. You had to punch me right in the childhood. And by "punch" I mean "remind me of a time when I would watch Mr Rogers and talk to him because I truly felt like he was talking to me and I was happy".
Good times.
Haven’t read it yet but giving you a thumbs up just for the idea.
Can't fix something that was never made.
Also, Mr. Rogers is the man.
It's certainly interesting to see the CMC have a change of heart here, although personally I'd have developed it a little further.
Apart from that, a well written and heart warming story.
There is no sicker burn in the world than telling a bully that they're not being the person Mr. Rogers knows they could be. With his big heart, red cardigan and soft-spoken support, Mr. Rogers was and always shall be an international treasure...
I knew exactly who this was about when I read the title. Now I also need to looks up old songs from Mr Rogers Neighborhood, so thanks for that
And when you smiiile... the whole world stops and stares for a whiiiiiile...
This was refreshingly wholesome, but the writing felt dry. It felt like you were just telling us everything instead of showing us, and as a result, scenes that should have felt emotional instead fell flat. It also felt rushed at not even 1700 words.
This is an example of one of the mishaps in the story. It has no reason to exist. All it did was take me out of the story to question why it was there. It ruined the flow.
There's a good story in here, but it needs some more work to really reach that potential.
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Sorry. It's my first time trying to write a story like this, so it's not really a natural thing for me to do. I can tell you I did take a couple weeks to write it, I just should have taken a bit more care maybe. Sorry.
9658219
It's all good. Everyone starts somewhere. Just keep working at it, and you'll keep getting better. Writing is often a "learn by doing" experience.
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Indeed and even those of us who have been writing for a long while still have room for improvement. Keep it up and you'll get better.
I wasn't born in time to enjoy the amazing man that was Mr. Rogers in the way most of these readers did, but I still love this story
Oh god, there goes the punch in the gut. Right here. God above... sniff
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This was nice. It would be so nice if everyone was more like Mr. Rodgers.
good story very wholesome.
but the ending left me wanting more. like what happened?
was it easy?
still a good story
Of all the people I’ve looked up to (who weren’t family), none were taller than Reverend Fred Rogers.
Freaking awesome. If everyone in the past, present, and future was like the Pentagon of the Pillars of Purity (Steve Irwin, Mr. Rogers, Bob Ross, Stan Lee, Stefan Karl) the gates of Hell would be shaken forever.
Mr. Rogers was a saint, bless his soul. He even won the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny. that should show you just what kind of man he truly was.
mr rogers was a legend, thank you
This genuinely made my day. Thank you.
Always nice to see someone honor a true legend.
The ears on the cover art are rather...horrid to look at
This made me cry and is going to my bucket list shelf
I was in high school when I found out that Mr Rogers passed. Cried the whole bus ride home.
When I was younger I used to watch Mr Rogers' Neighborhood. It helped me get through a lot of tough times and a lot of personal issues. This song... it always made me feel like what the kids at school told me was wrong. That I wasn't some freak due to the fact that I had Autism.
10/10, a very good fanfic and one that I would gladly recommend. Keep up the good work.
I loved Mr. Rogers. I miss him so much. This made me wish they still regularly played his show for kids today. They will never understand just how beautiful a day in his neighborhood could be. This made me cry.
Crossovers with Mr. Rogers are rare. There was an Avengers crossover prompt (I haven't read an actual fic like it yet) about Thor encountering Mr. Rogers and wondering if he can lift the hammer. Mr. Rogers just picks it up like it's light as air and says that some things are heavy for some people, but helping others can make them lighter. Thor ends up finding out that Mr. Rogers is related to another great Rogers. His old friend Steve. I'd love to see a MLP crossover like that. Someone like Sombra or Chrysalis tries to attack Mr. Rogers and he just smiles at them and asks why they're so troubled, reforming them.
Great short fic. Even managed to slip mention of the second member of the Wholesome Trinity in there.
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Well I, for one, like them; just the way they are.
I love Mr. Rogers. He really exemplified the whole "Love your neighbor as yourself" principle. I'd say more but, since the guy was a minister, I'll let his Boss speak for him.
"Which of these three, do you think, proved neighbor to the man who fell among the robbers?” He said, “The one who showed mercy to him.” And Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.” Luke 10:36-37, the Good Samaritan.
Thank you for this wonderful story.
Mr. Rogers used to receive fan mail by the bagful all the time, and he'd take the time to read it all and even respond to a lot of it.
Could have been a cool idea to see Sunset write him about her problem and her feelings, and instead of just having things resolve themselves like they did here, Mr. Rogers, seeing the heartache and desperation in this girl's writing, decides to intervene and help her.
Either write her back,
Respond to the letter on live television to reach her,
Or straight up take a trip to Canterlot High to give a speech in the auditorium about the dangers of bullying and not giving people a fair chance to prove themselves innocent or something.
Of course, this would assume Mr. Rogers is alive and active in this world, but hey, it's an alternate Earth, so who knows.
Mr.Rogers was a big part of what I watched when I was a kid. It makes me happy to see this fic. Thank you for this reminder of how good people can be
You know something about Mr. Rodgers? A blind girl used to listen to his TV show and was worried that the fishes he said he had weren't getting fed, so whenever he fed the fishes he said, I'm feeding the fishes now to assure her that they were in fact getting the food they needed.
This, this is a wonderful story and I'd love to see a sequel. I also wish they still aired reruns of his show.
This is now my preferred head cannon for why Sunset accepted the Main 6 with so little fuss.
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I’m not sure if this is 100% correct, but I think it sounds better as “AB’s right Scootaloo,” without the first comma. Also Based needs a space.
ants, unless I’m missing something.
Anyway this was a great story.
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Nope. Ents are living trees from the Lord of the rings, I just thought it'd be cool to include them in my fanfic universe.
Probably gonna write more stories in this continuity eventually
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Ohhhh how did I not get that. Thanks for the clarification and I look forward to more of your stories.
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You would be incorrect. Direct addresses are always surrounded by commas. The actual issue here is that the second comma is a comma splice and should be a period instead.
I never watched Mr. Rogers when I was young, but even I could tell the world was lesser for his passing.
A very wholesome story this.
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Thanks for your time reading. I hope to write more stories for you to enjoy!
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Thanks! I hope to have another story or two out this month. Have a wonderful day!
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Hmm! There's an idea! I'll think about how to take that and make it work in a future story! Maybe you'll be surprised at how it's done!
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I heard that story and cried. I've also read an article recently about how the writer went to see Won't You be My Neighbor and then watched an episode of the show with his 4 year old daughter the next day. During the show, Fred had a girl with leg braces as a guest, and the guy's daughter had leg braces too. The girl was mesmerized by how much he cared for the girl he invited, and told her he was proud of her. Then he turned to his television audience and asked them if there was anything they were proud of. The writer's daughter walked over to her play area and grabbed a caterpillar she'd made out of pasta and pipe cleaners and showed it to the TV for Mr Rogers to see.
Even beyond the bounds of time, Mr Rogers still manages to bond with the children he loved so much. We need that kind of love now more than ever.
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I would say that you are no different than anyone else in the ways that matter. You care for other people, you can connect with people in ways that even I cannot, and you have a great potential to be more than anyone thought possible. And I enjoy hearing stories of people who are encouraged by either my work or by others.
Never stop loving who you choose to be.