Remember...

by flutterJackdash

Remember... with Spit and Polish

A crash of thunder, a brilliant blinding flash of lightning, then silence. Whimpering, the clopping of hooves against wood as a filly dashes through the halls to the master bedroom. A soft whinny as she pounces her father, he stirs and looks down at her straw-colored mane and bright green eyes.

“Hm? Applejack? What’s wrong?”

He sees the terror in the filly’s eyes, the confusion and misunderstanding mixing into a real fear. He is awakened very effectively by this sight. Green eyes filled with love and concern focus on green eyes awash in fear and distrust.

“What’s wrong, Jackie? Tell me!”

She snuggles into him as another crash of thunder breaches the silence, a bright flash of lightning fills the room in pure white. Somehow, her mother remains sound asleep through all of this. The stallion with the yellow coat and apple-colored mane, the stallion who has taken pride in raising her and who has always loved her, looks at her and sighs.

“Are you afraid of the storm, Jackie?” he asks.

She nods mutely, squeezing her eyes shut and snuggling further into him.

“Ah… Okay, come on then…,” he says as he rolls onto his side and off the bed. He stands beside the bed as she scrambles to lift herself onto his back, where she shimmies up to his neck and wraps her forelegs in a tight grip that doesn’t cut off any air, “Settled? Alright then young’n, come on.”

He stops at the door to the master bedroom and knocks a hat from the wall onto his head. He then moves through the door and makes his way down the hall, careful to make little noise as he heads towards a great window at the very end of the hall. He daren’t wake his mother-in-law else he’d not soon hear the end of it. Rain blasts the window in an amorphous sheet of crystalline sheen, the effect distorts the lightning streaks in the distance. Another clap of thunder roars through the air, and Applejack tightens her grip. He notices also that she is trembling.

“Now now, th’ storm is a good thing, Jackie,” he says quietly, his accent drawn and eloquent in his husky voice, “th’ rain means th’ crops can drink plenty, th’ wind upsets th’ soil and makes it ripe for planting in a few days, and th’ lightning… well…,” he trails off at that point. He reaches a hoof up and nudges her, she whimpers again and shakes her head.

He moves closer to the window, the rapid fire pitapata of rain against the glass is louder here than it was just a few inches back. He reaches up and shifts his hat, moving it from his head to her head. It rests proper for but a moment before dropping down over hey eyes. She uses a forehoof to shove it back up on top of her head. He feels her trembling slow down, coming almost to a stop as his hat came to rest on her head and she moved to adjust it. He waits, patiently, standing there while staring out the window.

“Th’ thunder? That’s th’ sound that lightning makes when it hits th’ ground… but don’t worry too much about that, it don’t usually get too close to ponies or nothin’,” he finishes quietly. He smiles discreetly as he feels her grip loosen. She tentatively slides off his back and lands on the floor with four small clops of her hooves. After a moment, she comes around in front of him and rears up, placing her forehooves on the windowsill and looking out at the storm. He draws closer to her, brushing a forehoof against her little withers as he does. A small orange head beset with enormous green eyes turns to look up at her father who, in turn, smiles down at her and brushes a hoof against her cheek before gently turning her to face the window again.

“But if’n ya take th’ time for a proper look?” he begins in a hushed tone, almost a whisper,, gesturing out the window with a foreleg, “well, y’aint likely to find a more beautiful or fearsome sight in nature.” At that, a blast of lightning streaks across the sky, lighting the orchards in blinding ghostly white and setting the apples glowing. Applejack gasps, not in fear but in awe of the sight. The thunder follows shortly after, but she barely notices is.

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A streak of grey now featured prominently in the apple red mane atop the stallion’s head, eyes sunken with fatigue and age. A slight slouch in his back created a dip, but he still stood strong and ready to work. He had just run into a lovely young orange mare who seemed a hard worker herself.

Tears welled in her eyes as she stood before the old stallion, an image of enduring physical strength slowly fading away before her. She simply shook her head, hoping to have heard wrong, for anything to explain what had just been said.

The middle of the orchard, that’s where she’d found him. She was happy, he was out and working again. It meant a lot to her, to see him out and about after mama died. It was wonderful to get a little sister, she couldn’t have felt more proud of it if she tried, but the hurt that game with the too-great cost often left her feeling drained. She imagined it was no different for her daddy, but he didn’t talk much about it and while he’d watched over Applebloom some, there was always that pungent aroma on his breath. A sour smell that told her he was gone again, that he couldn’t take it, that he didn’t want to face it.

So, in time, Apple Bloom’s supervision fell to Granny Smith. She was strong as ever, mentally if not physically. She was slowing down, the farm work was getting to be a bit too much and her hip was starting to show signs of wear. Daddy simply kept going, just about on autopilot. She’d been relieved to see he’d made his way out into the orchard, figuring that this meant he’d gotten back to work and maybe took a step in a healthier direction.

“Pa? Who’re ya talkin’ about?” she asked nervously.

It wasn’t so simple, it seemed. She’d heard him just fine, but what she hard terrified her. It left her trembling, her coat and skin felt cold as her heart pounded sending a rushing a blood through her ears and casting her vision into a slight flickering.

“Why, my mama of course, ain’t ya met her? Name of Carmel Apple, yup!” he said proudly.

“Uh… Can’t say ah’ve seen yer ma, no… I’m sorry,” and here she hesitated, cringed inwardly, and then marched on, “sir, uh, but perhaps I can help ya find a better place to search?”

She’d just have to be strong here. She didn’t fully understand, but she understood enough. He didn’t recognize her, the orchard, or anything of his own life. A life he had worked to build, a family he had loved and nurtured. He was back in his colt years, he was looking for a mare long gone and forgetting those he had now. She swallowed and held back tears as she forced a smile onto her lips and gently began to guide him toward the house.

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“Jackie? You here?” he called out. He had just gotten home after a day on the market, he’d been out mostly selling wares but if he was calling out to her then she knew he must have a gift for her, her brother and her sister. Ma had taken ill, and stayed in bed most days since Apple Bloom was born. The baby spent enough time in the bed with her mama, but the mare simply didn’t have the energy to interact most days. So Apple Bloom would lay there, sleeping calmly as she only ever did nestled up against her mama. If she weren’t with mama, then sure enough daddy had her and was taking care of her. He made sure she was cleaned and changed, fed and happy. He played with her, and he loved her just as much as any of his children.

Macintosh helped around the house and farm as much as he could, and he was growing fast enough too, big enough for the farm work already and willing to learn. He spent a lot of time with Granny and the new foal. He played with his baby sister if he wasn’t tired from working the farm, and he made time for his mother no matter how tired he was. Often just enjoying sleeping near her, spending that companionable quiet time with her. He didn’t talk much, but around her he had at least a few words to say.

Applejack? She followed daddy around, carefully observing his routines and chores. She picked up on the things he did pretty quickly, and though she was small she still tried out anything she saw him do. She didn’t have the strength to get more than an apple from a small tree, and more often fell on her face and endured laughter from her daddy. He didn’t mean it in any way hurtful, and he helped her up and comforted her when she got upset with herself. It wasn’t that she’d looked foolish, it was that she tried so hard to help and she wasn’t enough on her own. He always thanked her for the help.

So when daddy came home and called out to the household, she galloped down the stairs and right up to him, throwing her forelegs around his great neck and hugging him tight. He raised a foreleg and gently hugged her back. He was strong, mountainous even, and he often said he felt that Macintosh was sure to grow into a big stallion like himself. The more he saw of that, the more pride he showed in his colt. All that Applejack knew was that she was happy when he got home, and she felt safer nowhere more than right here with daddy.

She noticed that he carried a fairly big crate on his back and wondered at the size of it and what it might hold. He didn’t bring home gifts very often, but that didn’t mean it never happened. It just meant that when it did happen, it was that much more special. She was definitely excited, giddy and full of energy. She reigned herself in and backed away, giving him room to breathe and to talk.

“Mac? Where y’at boy? Git on in here!” he cried out after he stepped inside, passing Applejack. Her gaze followed him, settling at last on his cutie mark. It was a large, half a green apple with a star superimposed over top of it. It glistened at the edge and looked full of life. It was why the town had taken to calling him “Big” Apple, though his real name was Fresh Apple.

She followed him the rest of the way into the living room, staying close by his side. She was practically his little twin, in attitude if not in appearance. Of course, there was the matter of his size. He was large, built like a barn, while she was a petite thing. For all that he was so large, he was still gentle though, and soft spoken most of the time. She was in awe of his hard work and his warmth. She longed for the day she’d grow up and be just like him, work the farm like he did, care for her family like he did. She hurt for him when she saw how sad he was to see mama ill and bedridden.

With that, he shrugged the crate from his back. It landed with a whump on the wooden floor, half on the circular area rug that also served as a resting place for the coffee table. The sound of thick hoofbeats sounded as Macintosh galloped through the house, a stricken Granny chastising him for being so loud when the foal just got to sleep. He arrived in the living room shortly after, having heard Granny’s admonishment and apologized for it.

“Boy, you’re gettin’ plenty big enough now to be helpin’ out ‘round the farm more. Ya do a good amount now, don’t think ah don’t notice an’ appreciate it. Yer a strong lad, make an old stallion right proud. Think I’ll git ya started on bigger responsibilities tomorrow, how’s that?” Fresh asked.

Macintosh nodded. It was solemn, but it was real. He meant it, or he wouldn’t have nodded at all. Honesty was an important virtue in the Apple family, which Macintosh embraced as sacred as anypony as in the family did. Fresh nodded and dipped his head into the crate, pulling out a yoke and tossing it over to Macintosh.

“Now, that’s a might large for ya just now… But you’ll grow into it, I know you will… Yer gonna be big as me one day, boy, maybe even bigger, and you’ll be pullin’ that plow when the time comes. So we’ll get you started growin’ tomorrow, get you ready to fit into that there yoke,” he said cheerily. Macintosh nodded with enthusiasm at this.

“Eeyup,” replied Macintosh.

Fresh turned to Jackie, smiling at her.

“You… Now I know you’ll work hard… Reckon you been followin’ me around the farm since you could walk, huh? Doin’ plenty ta help me out, ah’m proud a’you too!” he chuckled as she blushed. She had no idea that he’d known about that.

“So, I reckon you need a little recreation, yeah? You got too much work on yer mind, not enough play, t’aint healthy,” he said as he dipped his head into the crate and pulled out a guitar. It wasn’t the nicest one that ever got made, but it meant a lot to her simply because he had picked it out and brought it home.

“Don’t you worry none, Jackie, I can teach ya plenty about that there 6-string, and you’ll be a-playin’ beautifully before y’know it!”

Applejack nodded, smiling as she pulled the guitar into her forelegs and hugged it gently.

“Oh, yeah, and another thing,” he said, chuckling, “that mane of yours is outta control. I’m thinkin’…,” he trailed off as he reached up and batted his hat from his head, let it flip into the air, then swatted it down onto her head, “Eeyup, that sure looks right to me,” he said with a wink and a smile.

Applejack glowed as she stared up at the brim of the hat before it slid down over her eyes.

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Applejack rushed into the house after a full day of chores. Daddy was resting in the living room with a mug of cider, so she hurried to her room to fetch her guitar so she could show him what she’d learned and rushed just as quickly back down the stairs. She fumbled a little at first, quite a few notes rang a little wrong and Fresh just smiled and suppressed every wince. She played with real feeling, throwing passion in where skill had not yet fully grown, and felt proud of what she could do.

He listened, never stopping to correct her, and swaying his head to the tune while tapping along with his free forehoof.

“Well, by golly…,” he says in a soft timbre, voice cracking with emotion, “don’t reckon I’ve ever heard better’n that!”

Applejack beamed at the compliment. In truth, she wasn’t sure how well she had played, but now she felt confident in her ability. Now she’d put more effort into practicing. It was all the motivation she’d ever need to keep on going. She carried on plucking the strings and playing a slightly off-tune tune, but he listened like it was the most beautiful music the world had to offer. He sipped at his cider, and when she tired, he offered her a little sip of her own. She leaned against him, closing her eyes.

“You sure do make a old stallion proud, I’ll tell ya what,” he said.

And then he was carrying a lightly snoring filly on his back, up the stairs and to his room. There he lay her down on the bed between himself and his Buttercup. Buttercup breathed weakly, wheezing gently as Applejack instinctively snuggled into her. Apple Bloom yawned wide between Buttercup’s forelegs, just about hidden beneath a brilliant gamboge explosion of curls.

Fresh sighed, leaning down and planting a kiss on each of girls before settling down and curling around them. A tear slipped down his cheek.

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Applejack led him into Ponyville Hospital, where a doctor and a nurse were waiting to receive him. He looked confused, and a little frightened, by the surroundings. He had expected his home, and his parents, but this?

“Why, this ain’t my mama’s house! ‘sway too big! Where are we at anyways, miss?” he said as he turned to look at her with faded green eyes, a greying apple-red mane drifting lazily in a passing breeze. Applejack saw no recognition at all, just her faint reflection in the familiar eyes. She wanted to see more than that. She blinked and bit back tears, and breathed to get her trembling under control.

“This here’s the hospital, D-… uhh… Mr. Apple. I just think ya might be a little sick or somethin’, thought I’d get ya checked out, o-okay?” she asked shakily. She fought to keep the tears at bay, she refused to let the pain show through and despoil his illusionary life as it was. He’d done so much for her, raised her up, kept her safe, loved her no matter what, and when mama was gone he tried so very hard to still be there. He didn’t suffer with the loss of mama now, so she could be strong for him now after all her life he’d been strong for her.

The nurse and doctor led Fresh through a set of double doors. Applejack found a seat in the lobby and closed her eyes, only then letting the pain express itself. Only then letting the tears fall. Only then shattering into a thousand pieces. Only then falling into herself in despair.

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“Dementia, I’m afraid. It’s escalating pretty fast too, I’d say. He was lucid yesterday, yeah?” the doctor stated and asked.

Applejack nodded mutely as she listened to the diagnosis and wondered what could be done.

“It’s gonna run its course, I’m afraid… Not really anything that we can do but make him comfortable. Might put him in a home, but I don’t think he has a lot of time left based on what I’m seeing. I’m sorry, Ms. Apple. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, and I’m especially sorry that this is happening to Fresh Apple of all ponies.”

“Mmhm,” she replied. So that was it, her world was at an end. She had now lost both of her parents. What would she do? The farm needed a lot of work, and at least there was Macintosh to help out. Granny would be there too, and she might not be all there but she sure wasn’t gone. Applebloom was growing up, she’d soon be in school. She began to regret her trip to Manehattan, remembering how much it hurt her daddy to see her leaving the farm for the big city. He didn’t fight it, in fact he supported her all the way, but it had been killing him to see his baby girl go.

Applejack closed her eyes and wept, and a pair of white forelegs pulled her into a hug.

“I’m sorry, dear… I can’t imagine how you must feel, but… Don’t be afraid to let it out, and I’m here for you, okay?” she spoke softly.

Applejack simply buried her snout into the swirl of elegant mulberry mane.

“You can come back here, you can visit if you like… and I’ll come with you, okay?”

Applejack shuddered, whimpering without words as she continued to weep.

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Fresh stood silent, staring at the spot in the ground where his Buttercup had just gone for her final rest. There wasn’t a stone or other marker there, only the collected moisture in the dirt below him as he stared unseeing at the ground.

“Daddy?” asked a little orange filly as she gently prodded his foreleg.

He took in a deep breath, sniffled, then turned his gaze to Applejack.

“Yeah, young’n?” he asked in his soft timbre.

She blinked up at him, then instead of words she reared up and wrapped her forelegs around his neck and hugged him tight.

“Ah miss her too, daddy…,” she said quietly. He wrapped a large foreleg around his oldest filly and squeezed her to his chest as she broke down into tears.

“It’s alright young’n… Let it out, ah’m here… Daddy’s here for you,” he said quietly.

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Are you kidding me! You posted this just when I finish the other version? Laugh out loud, I tell ya!

Well, i find it very interesting that you left up both versions of the story. Can give others a before/after comparison.

[flutterJackdash]

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1. Pitapata is my poor spelling of pitter patter which is itself onomatopoeia, that is all.

2. Will do, no problem.

3. I still haven't seen past Season 6, Episode 8 honestly. So definitely written before then.

4. I have experienced it, and still am. More than one relative. It's painful, because she couldn't remember my name, but she insisted she recognized my face. And now, another, and she is always seeing me for the first time in ages and just has to hug me. I don't mind the hugs, really.

5. My re-write is where I tried to bring more immersive experiences to the rest of the story, but it still feels clumsy to me. Alas, while I'd love to take credit for such deep thinking, really I just rushed and was a bit lazy in later parts. Today I took my time and tried to fill out, expand, and improve in various areas.

Now then, write for yourself. I like to write up a few paragraphs, then go over them and see how I can expand on them, or, if they're too much, how I can trim them down.

[Ninjadeadbeard]

This was incredibly touching. I grew up in the same sorta “western” town and lifestyle, so Applejack’s always had a place in my heart. It hurts to read something so emotionally raw happening to her. Well done, again.

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Yikes! Didn't know you were that far behind in the show. If I were, i wouldn't have said anything about a future episode of the show for you. Fortunately for me, all I really did was give a season number, episode number, and tittle. Now that I know, though, I I'll be more discreet about that in the future. The author's note I had on my prologue chapter wasn't kidding. My stories does contain spoilers if you haven't seen up to season 8, episode 11, I believe. However, you'd still be okay until Chapter 21. The book alludes to other spoilers before that chapter but you already past them by season 6, episode 8 so you're good to go until chapter 21.

On a related note, let me know if you record blind reactions for the show on youtube. I've been watching those for years. One of the reactors even said he might post his own blind reaction to my story. I think he claimed he finished the prologue reaction on that but hasn't posted it yet.

Different observation. For some reason I completely neglected to look at the search tags for your story before I read them. I didn't see things like "Starlight Glimmer" or "Dark fiction". I didn't even see the "T" for Teen there. Instead I just opened the chapters, and read them. As a result, it actually surprised me when it got dark. If I had more carefully read the tags, however, I would have been instead, "Okay, so when does it get dark?" Actually, I take that back. The earlier chapters does explore some of the dark psyche of the Main 6, but their future selves try to cheer them back up and teach them things will be better . . . until I got to poor Rainbow Dash! I'm assuming that wasn't her future self in that scene. So far it looks like it has very little do do with the earlier chapters.

If you'll note, I had some dark tags on my story too like "Gore" and "Violence". The majority of the story doesn't deserve those tags but the few chapters that do go so shockingly far into that territory that fans of MLP show could be shocked, but not necessarily fans of Doctor Who. Some of the Doctor's villains get pretty creepy too, so as a cross-over story, I did try to blend the two. Even if the villains do not necessarily come from the show Doctor Who itself, some of them are still on that level so just a head's up. Judging from your story, though, I think you can handle it. Probably even enjoy it. Even without the "gore" or "violence" scenes, the story comes off as more mature to me with more mature themes. Less cartoony and more realistic and relatable, in other words, until really cartoony characters show up and, even then, the weird antics are refrained to just them. As you go through the story, I'm curious if you'll agree that the T rating I put on that story is just right, or should it have been something else? Let me know.

[flutterJackdash]

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Thank you very much for all of your feedback, it means a great deal to me. I'm sure I'll be able to handle whatever it is that you throw at me, no problem there. And I am a Doctor Who fan, and I haven't seen anything past Matt Smith's Doctor yet, unfortunately. But I did enjoy that show.

I'll let you know what I think of the T Rating, and anything else which comes to mind as well.

Thank you, again.

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I appreciate your appreciation! Glad to make you happy!

So . . . is that a no to my question about whether you do youtube reactions? That's been quite the hobby of mine since 2017. In fact it's a big reason why I became proud to join the fandom, and helped to inspire the story I wrote.

As for Doctor Who, Matt Smith and David Tennent are my two favorite doctors, and my favorite episode of all time for that show was Matt Smith's Christmas special with his own sci-fi take on the Christmas Carol episode. Wow, that was a masterpiece, and I was initially reserved against it too for being a yet another rip-off of that story, but WOW! The story, music, and performance of that episode was amazing!

For the context of my story, that's also far enough to grasp the character when he appears along with somepony else you're likely quite familiar with. Doctor almost always has a companion, after all.

[flutterJackdash]

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Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to address the question. I... honestly don't know what "blind reactions" means. I can safely say that I haven't done it, and I have no idea if I will, either.

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Okay, fair enough. I got my answer to my question. Now I'll elaborate it on that further since there seems to be some confusion on you about what it is. You might want to check it out if you have any interest in such things after I explain it.

Basically, blind reactions are recorded reactions of others, almost elusively Bronies in this case of the MLP show, who recorded their reactions to watching each episode for the first time. If it includes a face cam, as most do, you get to see their facial and emotional reaction to the show when they saw it for the first time, and they often make comments on top of that about what they thought of the episode and each individual scene. I've watched many by now and their reactions are almost universally positive except for perhaps a few episodes of the show. In addition, a smaller copy of the episode itself is almost always located on their screen somewhere so that you can see and hear the episode along with them.

Reactions exist for many other content on the internet as well. From what I can tell, most of it is on youtube.

For me, watching them watch the show helps me to connect with the fandom on an emotional and intellectual level. For so many years I didn't understand what the Bronie fandom saw into the show until I realized I watched enough episodes myself and spontaneously decided that I might as well count myself as a fan after watching so many of the episodes, regardless of what other Bronies see in the show. Mind you, during this time, I read no twitch or twitter or youtube comments at all that would have given feedback about why they enjoyed the show. This is also why I didn't notice prominent background ponies either, something that got the fandom hyped but I never hung around them to notice it. I judged the show entirely on it's own merits, and I was still confused until midway through season 7 when I finally deiced, "You know what? Whatever. After seeing this many, I might as well count myself a fan too." At that point I no longer care what other Bronies saw in the show. Now I only care about what I see in the show, and . . . it's good. Keeps me coming back.

Ironically, shortly after I said that, I discovered Blind Reactions (also known as blind commentary) which finally answered the question I always sought. After finally deciding I was a fan for myself, my question was finally answered when I watched others watch it for the first time and tracked them from the beginning to . . . wherever they left off on. Watching their emotional reactions made me more emotional, and it was at that point the show became something really special to me. Watching others joy magnifies my own, and kind of makes me feel like I'm watching it for the first time as well. It brings back that nostalgia while also adding something new each time. Some of them are pretty funny too, but that depends on your sense of humor as well.

By this point I've watched so many that I have noticed common patterns, like pretty much all Bronies still cringe at the show's opening theme song, especially when the watch season 1, episode 1 for the first time. You don't know how many times many of them said at that point in various different ways, "Oh God! What am I watching? Why am I doing this to myself?" But the story always ends the same. They get hooked despite the cringe factor, and the rest is history.

So, now that you know, you can write to Princess Celesta about the lesson you learned today, perhaps to be followed up by a dozen of other related letters. From what I can tell, she doesn't mind being spammed in this regard.

[flutterJackdash]

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I may look into that, certainly. I don't think I'd be comfortable sharing that of myself though. I've... cringed at the intro, but never questioned what I was watching. The evolution of my fanship is interesting, because it began with Keanu Reeves...

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lol. Well, if your experience is anything like Keanu Reeves, then what I have to say to that is, "Whoa!"

[flutterJackdash]

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It was a meme, that depressed Keanu Reeves one, on the bench? And in this meme, there's Lyra sitting next to him, Bon-Bon laying beside the bench, and another pony (I honest'y don't remember which) next to her, and it is divided into frames, with each frame showing one elss pony, until the punchline indicates that Keanu eats his feelings, implying he ate those ponies.

And I fell in love with the art style of those ponies, and I thought that whoever did that concept of them must have been a genius. Didn't know it wasn't fanart at that time.

So, fast forward a week or so, and I'm flipping through television when I stumble upon the HUB Network, and there's Rarity being taken by Diamond Dogs... My first episode, partial at least, was that. The next one was Fall Weather Friends, and it was my first full episode.

After that? I started looking around, and I found a fantastic story on DeviantArt called "Of Heroics and Ladylike Behavior" that was brilliantly written, a RariDash ship that made sense in the context of the episode "Sonic Rianboom". So I looked up more, and I found another story called "A Summer Twilight" which had my cry my very first (but far from last) tears, then I found Thanqol's "Yours Truly", and later on found Cloudy Skies' works, and I positively loved them. Then Donnys Boy, Warren Hutch, fellstorm, and so many more just popped out. I had a thing for sad fics, tended to favor those most of all.

But there's more, I found Aviators, MandoPony, and others on YouTube (and to this day I have that stuff on an old MP3 player, including the music videos).

I just kept getting deeper and deeper in.

Naturally, I downloaded the first season, and started following as new episodes came out with the second season (for when I had joined the fandom, the second season had not yet premiered, though it was only a short time later that it did.) I kept downloading each new episode, and collected all of the first 2 seasons.

Fond memories.

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Ah man! Thanks for sharing that. That really touched my heart. Thank you!

[flutterJackdash]

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You're welcome, and thank you for listening.

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:)

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