Running through the hallways of this gingerbread house, that you now call your home, playing pretend was how you kept yourself entertained until Pinkie or The Cakes needed you during the day. You were pretending to be a royal knight for the princess, running through the streets to catch a criminal.
“Stop right there, Criminal Scum! You violated the law!” You shout down the empty hallway. Using your momentum to slide across the floor, you stop in front of the room you’ve been sleeping in. Continuing with your imagination you run around the bedroom, jumping onto the bed and then jumping back off, pretending that it’s many different obstacles that you would find in a busy city street.
Just as you jumped off the bed again, and landing in the middle of the room, you suddenly heard a loud
PSST!
Stopping suddenly you look around the room, looking for where the sauce of the sound came from.
PSSST!
There it was again! Where is it coming from?
PSSSSST!
You realized that the noise wasn’t coming from the bedroom, but outside in the hallway. Slowly walking toward the door that leads to where the noise, you assumed, was coming from you inched closer and closer. You stick your head through the doorway and look from left to right… but there was nothing there.
Stepping out slowly into the hallway, whilst still looking around, you walk toward the stairs, thinking that the noise would be coming from the downstairs area.
Walking closer and closer, slowly, of course, to peer down to the staircase thinking that must of been where the noise had come from. Once you get to the steps you look down the stairs only to see that there was nothing there.
Still confused you crouch down a little to see if you can peek into the kitchen slightly. Thankfully due to your small size you manage to see a little bit of the kitchen, but no one was there either.
Standing back up you shrug off the noise thinking that it must have been your mind playing tricks on you. You turn around, to head back to the bedroom to continue your imaginary game, only to be stopped as you bumped into something.
You slowly look up to see something that completely shocks you to the core!
“Did you forget about me already, runt!”
It was the caretaker! The stallion that made your life a living hell every day! How is he here!? Why is he here!?
Stunned in complete fear and shock your legs seem to have a mind of their own and you start to walk backward.
As you’re walking back you completely forgot that you are right in front of the stairs! As your hind hoof slips on the edge of the stair you suddenly start to lose your balance. You were almost about to fall down the flight of stairs, but luckily you managed to think quick and were about to regain your footing… when suddenly.
“Need a hoof?” The caretaker asked with an evil chuckle. You turn your head toward him, only to see his hoof come rocketing toward you.
As the big hoof collided with your chest you lost your balance completely and tumbled down the stairs. Each step that you collided with brings you a great amount of pain. Hitting your shoulder, your hind leg bending in a way it shouldn’t, The side of your head catching the edge of a step, each as painful as the other.
You crash down the bottom of the stairs with the back of your head to smack the floor hard. Your ears start to ring and tears start to fall down your face as you watch the caretaker slowly, and menacingly, trot down the stairs with an evil smirk on his face. Turning on to your tummy you try your best to try and crawl away from him.
Suddenly a great amount of pain comes to one of your hind hoof, which causes you to cry out. Working up the courage to slowly open your eyes you see the caretaker has his hoof firmly pressing down on yours.
“Aww, what's the matter? Did that hurt?” He said evilly “What about this?”
Another immense amount of pain comes to your hoof as he slowly grinds from left to right. You cry and scream as loud as you could, but no one seems to hear you. It seems as no one can save you from the horrible monster as he inflicts more and more damage to your injured hoof. As tears fall down your face the caretaker slowly lifts his hoof off and walks towards your head. He just looks down at you with a sinister smirk on his face, he’s clearly enjoying the pain and agony that he's causing you. Without saying a word he lifts up his hoof once again, hanging it right in front of your face.
“Goodnight, Silver Wave,” His deep dark voice says before he reels back to stomp you.
Closing your eyes and gritting your teeth you waiting for this stallion to end you hear a grunt as you can already feel the might and force he’s putting in towards the final blow…
Suddenly your eyes shoot open and you sit up panting and trying to catch your breath. Looking around you can see that you’re safe and a sound in a nice and cosy bedroom. Sighing with relief you whip away the tears in your eyes and get ready to fall back asleep when some movement came from beside you. You look over to see a silhouette of a big pony sitting up. A sudden rush of fear comes to your mind as you’re taken back to the nightmare you just had had and you start to scream. Scrambling to you’re hooves you jump of the bed and try to run towards the door. Since you were on the far side of the bed had to run all the way around to reach the exit.
“Silver?!?” The silhouette calls out as it also gets out of the bed a rushes towards you.
“S-STAY AWAY FROM ME!!” You scream, stopping in the middle of the room as the dark figure blocks your path and starts slowing walk towards you. You start to backup to maintain the distance between the two of you. Again tears start to drip down your face “STAY A-AWAY F-FROM ME!!” you scream again as the figure gets closer and closer.
“Silver, it’s okay” it seems as the silhouette isn’t listening to you as it advances forward
Still backing away you’re suddenly stopped as your flank comes into contact with the wall. As more tears start to form in your eyes you slump down to the floor and cover your face with your hoof, sobbing and shaking whilst doing so. As the steps get closer you continue to hide your face in your arms and all you wish that you could just disappear. When the hoofsteps reach you they come to a stop, scaring you and making you shake more violently. until you feel a soft pair of hooves pick you up from the floor and into a warm embrace.
Opening your tear-filled eyes you look up to see your guardian, Pinkie Pie, looking down at you with one of her calming smiles. Tears still continued to stream down your face as you bury yourself in her chest and start sobbing loudly.
“Shhhhh,” Pinkie said soothingly while stroking your mane and holding you tighter “It’s okay, Pinkies got you”
Continuing to sob you faintly hear the bedroom door swing open and four sets of hooves come storming in “What going on?! Is everything alright?!” a male voice shouted as he enters the room, this voice clearly belonged to Mr. Cake
“Everything's fine,” Pinkie said quietly as she carries on cuddling you hoping to stop your crying.
“Another nightmare, Silver?” Another soft female voice says, which you recognize as being Mrs. Cake, as she draws closer to you.
Nodding, while you face was completely buried in Pinkies chest, you cry out “I-I-It felt s-s-s-so r-r-real! I-I-It was like th-h-the c-caretaker was g-g-gonna g-g-get me!”
Pinkie continues to hold you tighter and tighter as tears fall down your face “It’s okay, he’s never going to hurt you ever again.” Pinkie said as she continues to stroke your mane.
The calming strokes of your mane slowly, but surely, calms down you down to where you finally pull your face away from the pink pony’s chest and whip the water from your eyes. With a small sniffle, you look up at Pinkie, who’s looking back down at you with a smile that lets you know that you’re safe from any harm.
Looking around you see Mr. and Mrs. Cake looking at you with smiles before saying Cupcake asks “Feeling better?” To which you nod in response and whipping away another tear from your eye. She gives you a sweet smile and ruffles you mane
“We’ll let you get back to bed,” Mr. Cake said before giving you a little pat on the head and trotting back to the door with his wife, leaving you and Pinkie in the room together again.
With you still in her arms Pinkie rested her cheek on top of your head and held you tightly again. Your face is pressed into her warm chest again she being to rock from side to side in a slow and calming motion. As she sways back and forth your eyelids begin to become heavier and heavier before fully closing your eyes a drifting back to sleep.
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Pinkie continues to rock the young colt in her arms with her head resting on top of his. Lifting her head up she smiles as she noticed that the little one has fallen back asleep. Moving slowly she carries the colt to the bed and settled him down in the soft mattress. Walking over to the other side, she gets into the bed as well and grabs Silver Wave again to pull him closer to her, snuggling him once again. As she was about to grab the covers Silver suddenly starts squirming a bit which makes Pinkie think that maybe he’s having another bad dream.
Watching the colt Pinkie looked down with worried eyes, but her sinking feeling went away as quick as a flash as Silver stretches out his arms and lets out a cute little yawn before grabbing Pinkie with all four of his hooves and snuggled deeper into her fur. Giggling at the cute display Pinkie grabbed the cover and pulled it over the two of them and rested her head down on the pillow. With Silver still cuddling her, she lent down to him and gave him a kiss on the forehead before drifting off the sleep herself.
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“He’s been having nightmares all week. And it’s really starting to worry me.” Pinkie said as she paced around the kitchen in circles with a concerned look on her face.
“It’s clear that it’s because of all the trauma that he’s been through.” Mrs. Cake added as she watched Pinkie trot around from the table “But the only question is how long will it last for? Week? Months? Years?” She continued while looking her husband who was sitting next to her.
“Hmmm” Mr. Cake hummed while stroking his chin “I might have a theory on something.”
Pinkies ears perked up and she zoomed over to the skinny yellow stallion, almost colliding with him, but she stops herself to where her eyes were close to his “Really? What have you got Mr. Cake?”
Getting really uncomfortable, Carrot Cake lightly pushed Pinkie way from him until she was a reasonable distance before he said “Well… Did he have a bad dream on the day that you became his legal guardian?”, which Pinkie rubbed her chin to remember back to that day and then shook her head no “So maybe he doesn’t have bad dreams when he’s really happy.”
“So if we managed to keep him happy the whole day… then maybe the nightmare might stop?” Mrs. Cake asked, trying to make sense of her husband's theory, to which he simply nods
“You’re a genius, Mr. Cake!” Pinkie beamed “we can stop his bad dreams for good!” She continues and starts bouncing around the kitchen.
“Remember Pinkie, it’s just a theory. It might not be true” Carrot hesitated, trying to calm her down a bit.
“It’s still worth a shot though!” Pinkie sang as she counted bounce.
“So what should we do to make him happy all day?” Asked Cup Cake.
All three of the ponies simultaneously start to think of ways to keep the little colt from having nightmares.
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Sleeping soundly on the world's softest mattress, you snuggle further into the pillow wishing you could just stay here forever. However, your wish would never come true when you feel a hoof start to rock you to where you open your eyes to see a pink blur in front of you. Blinking a couple of times to get your eyes adjusted to the light, Pinkie was staring down at you with loving eyes to which you smile back at her while your head was still resting on the pillow.
“Morning, Sleepyhead,” She says down to you “Did you sleep well?”, to you respond nodding “It’s time to get up and get some breaky in your tummy!”
Yawning, you turn back around from Pinkie and slowly close your eyes to hopefully get some more sleep. But you feel her hooves grab around your waist and drag you along the bed until you feel your back press up against her chest.
As she nuzzled your ear, she whispers “I know you’re tired, Silver Wilver. But it’s breakfast time.” she then picks you up from the bed and places you on the floor. Rubbing your eyes again, you look up at Pinkie who said: “Come on, downstairs mister” while nudging you closer to the door.
Sighing in defeat you trot towards the bedroom door to head down to the kitchen. Once you reach the stairs you freeze as you’re suddenly taken back to the dream you had last night. As you stand there frozen in place Pinkie looks down at your worried and snaps you out of your trace by asking “Silver? What wrong?”.
Swallowing the lump in your throat you look back up at her and say “I-I fell d-down the stairs in my dream l-last night” you explain, trying to fight back the tears.
“Oh, you poor thing!” Pinkie said as she bent down to reach your level “It was just a dream, nothing is ever going to hurt you whilst I’m here!” She continued, giving you a confident smile and a wink.
Smiling back at her you hop from step to step until you’ve reached the bottom and trot into the kitchen, with Pinkie close behind you. The Cakes see you enter and they both smile at you.
“How are you feeling, Silver?” Mr. Cake asks
“B-better,” you reply, as you jump up onto one of the chairs.
“That’s lovely to hear.” Mrs. Cake adds with a smile “Now it’s time for you to eat.” she continues and slides a plate of pancakes over to you.
Looking down at the plate you get a little confused, due to the fact there was three pancakes than you’re usually two. Plus it seems that it was covered in more syrup and some apple slices cut on it as well.
“What’s wrong, Silver Wilver?” Pinkie asks as she sits in the chair next to you
“N-nothing… a-are you sure this is m-my plate?” You question while looking back at Mrs. Cake
“Of course my dear, what’s wrong with it?”
“I-it just that there’s o-one more p-pancake than usual.” As you said this you realized that it sounded like you were making a fuss and that was the last thing you wanted to do, so you continue by saying “n-n-not that I-I-it’s a p-problem! S-sorry if it’s s-sounds like I’m c-complaining!”
“It’s no problem, Silver” The blue pony smiled at you “we gave you three because Mr. Cake made a little too many this morning,” she said as she nudged her husband.
Chuckling he responded “Well I had to use up all of the leftover batter”, he then turns his head towards you and says “plus you’re a growing colt, you need to eat.”
Smiling at them both you start to dig into your breakfast pancakes, and even though you’ve had them before they always tasted great. As you were eating, Pinkie and The Cakes were talking almost themselves, they whisper quietly about some stuff but you can’t make out what they were saying. Bite after bite you start to get to the end of the last one and you were starting to feel a little full, but you managed to eat all three of the pancakes without a problem. You set the fork by the plate and lean back on your chairs and let out a satisfied sigh.
“Someone was hungry, weren’t they.” Pinkie giggled as she muffled your mane. Blushing you nod at her, which caused her to giggle again.
Taking your plate and putting it in the sink Mrs. Cake said to you “Now Silver we have a little special plan for today”, you tilt your head in confusion “Today is the day we do our shopping for supplies and other bits and bobs. So Pinkie and I are going to take you with us.”
“Plus it’s almost Winter! So which means we’re going to have to get you some nice warm things for you to wear! Like a big puffy jacket! And a warm scarf! And a little
beanie! And some little booties so you can walk in the snow! OHHHH I’m already getting excited by how cute you will look!!” Pinkie finished her rant by grabbing you a pulling you into another hug, but this time she had her cheek pressed up against yours.
Once she let go of you, you fall back into your chair then Mrs. Cake grabs your attention again but saying “So run upstairs and grab your saddle bag.”
Nodding at her you climb down from the chair and start heading towards the staircase. As you hop up a couple of steps you turn back to the three ponies, still sitting at the table and ask “W-Where are we g-going e-exactly?”
They all turn and smile at you as Pinkie says “Canterlot!”