Another Night Alone

by TwistedSkittles

First published

Just another night of Skittle Twist, the pony who wanders all alone at night. No pony seems to realize she's out here, and that's fine with her. But...why exactly is she out in the middle of the night? It's not the first time she'

Just another night of Skittle Twist, the pony who wanders all alone at night. No pony seems to realize she's out here, and that's fine with her. But...why exactly is she out in the middle of the night? It's not the first time she's done this.....

Silence

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I stepped outside into the night air. I shut the door behind me and listened.

Silence.

Typical. Another night alone.

I sighed sadly and started walking.

It's not that I want somepony else to join me, I like being by myself. But.....every once in awhile... I kinda want someone to be my side. I would show them just how amazing the night can be. They can miss out on so much.

Like how the shooting stars whiz past in the deep beautiful night sky. Or how sometimes, when you get lucky, you can hear the crickets and the frogs croak. The owls will hoot and the wind will tickle your ears. The fireflies glow and help me find my way, since there are not many street lights in Ponyville.

It's kinda nice being out here. Just a little bit of a wonderful. Or at least that's how I see it.

You get to have some time to think. Time to remember and to try to forget. I wish. Ya see, if you're a pony like me, you can't forget it all.

Photographic memory.

A blessing and a curse.

You can remember all the good thinks you had. Like when you got along with everyone. And you were always happy. How you always chugged down your ice cream in a race with your sister, then ending up with brain freeze only to laugh at the end.

I really miss that.

Now I seem to get angry at my mistakes, and the fact that I caused most of the chaos I made.

I've come out here so many times. Some nights I can sleep peacefully through an entire night. On others I will toss and turn, trying to escape the bad dreams. But usually, in the end, I can't. Then I come out here instead to calm down. Most nights I just have this nagging feeling to just come out here. So I do. I always come out here, knowing I won't fall asleep.

It hardly ever worries me that don't get enough sleep. I just take some quick catnaps instead. Then I feel fine.

Ever since I moved to Ponyville, it's been sorta exciting. A new place to explore, new paths to take. A new part of me. I even went in the Everfree Forest. You wouldn't believe what it's like there.

Coming out here might seem a bit strange, it's just added to the pile of other things about that are different. After all, a certain darkness is needed to see the stars.

I've been out here since I was a filly. One night, I couldn't just stop thinking about.....well, everything.

What? Don't tell me you've never just layed in bed, thinking about your mistakes, your decisions, random things, etc. Have you?

Anyways, on that one night, I finally asked myself "Where did I go wrong?" And a little voice said "This is going to take more then one night." And I've been coming out here since.

I often had sneak out as a filly. I would go to bed at around seven or eight (depending on my age) while my parents would stay up. I had an upstairs and down the hallway, go down the stairs....there. You could easily sneak outside. Except the creaky floor boards and the fact the stairs lead right to the living room, where my parents would always be.

Eventually, after weeks (I was a filly, mind you) of getting yell "Skits! Go back to bed!" I finally learned to climb outside my window. I would tie me sheets together into a rope, then tie it to the end of my bed post. I would climb down and go off into the night.

It was fun, and still is. But back then it was just every once in a while. As I got older it became more common. It when to twice a week, to four times in a week, even three days in a row. Now it's about every other day, it depends on my week....and everything else.

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. Galileo Galilei said that, the greatest star gazer who ever lived. He was as great as Star Swirl the Bearded.

Some times the other ponies join me. Like when there's a meteor shower. They stay up late until it's over, which is often around midnight. Then they pack up and go to bed. Y'know, if they stayed out and looked at the stars each night, I bet they would live a lot differently.

Sometimes I read books about stars and the moon. Twilight loved the idea that I was interested in this kind of stuff. When she asked why I never answered. Instead I told her that I don't want to study these things, just to know what makes the stars so lovely and the moon so bright. I have my cutie mark in art, not in science, for a reason.

One of the reasons I often come out here is because of the Princess of the Night herself. Ever since I heard the legend of Nightmare Moon, I really wanted to help her. I mean the entire reason she turned into Nightmare is because she was because no one wanted to enjoy the night, right? Everypony is familiar with the daytime and love and magic, so what about Princess Luna? Everypony goes to bed, missing out on one of the biggest reasons she's out there. It seems I'm the only one who doesn't sleep...that much. So I come out here in support.

It'll be morning in a few hours. Then ponies will be getting ready for work or school. Opening their shops, greeting each other with happy smiles.

For now, I am out here alone. Just me, alonesome Skittles Twist.

Another night in silence.

Another night alone.