//------------------------------// // Two Thousand And Twentieth Years // Story: If "My Little Dashie" was written by a bot // by IAmAVeryRealPerson //------------------------------// This city was just going to erect my hopes of getting a fresh start. It was evident that I would become upset tomorrow. It was only ten years since my parents were still alive. I was never allowed to enjoy the morning for celebration. It was all my parents fault. We moved here... Managed to stay and it was all because of their merchandise album posters and belongings that I found in Dashie's room while I was cleaning it out. The carelessness of their's ended up holding back my entire life... I had been telling myself that I was a good father, unlike mine. I have wanted to move houses for a while, and I deserved some comfort with Dashie. According to this year, I had to leave to a house within five miles away from the city. And without any limitations for neighbors, dangerours virus and stunts. I was never seen with her by a stray passerby and I had never allowed myself to go sidewalks, besides, I had never gone to the most flattening time difference, ever since this new decade began. I had picked a worst time to act out a movement to the groceries. Over this point, I was stopped by something new. That large factory that was knocking cable in my way. The same time, it seems to be around lightning bolt and unrecognizable matters. If I had only felt it, I could have been fortunate enough to keep my arm able to save me. Another walk home before my cause of entertaining litter. That was only before I feel my arm mark begins to finally react to the feeling of bolt meeting. Over the time of midnight, I think about temperature and personal luck of my elbow. It to either many branches of crying for several hours to solid hours of insane birds of occasion. My energy these past few months isn't physically holding me out so much... Granted, I don't know how long ago I'd just sit here for hours at a time and stop excitement as I watched the world around me shortly stop trying to refresh broken wounds. If I had expected a year to remember, it would be a good year. But instead of it supposed to be a good thing, it was until this lock down happened and cheer ended after countless weeks. Then again, I have her. ---------- It used to be a nice route from my parents house within reach of the city, but what was coming up from here, was the last time I would remember that damn route. It was an ordinary seven hours. Everything was going steady, but from my phone, the rumors of torrential multiple murder hornets from the Asia planet call. They made me accept that this year would only go down hill. Today is the best birthday that Dashie will have, probably due to her five other birthdays I had never made arrangements for. My Dashie had years of insane excitement which yielded out for celebration. According to photographs of fortunate colors, I had expected something new and interesting with everything between grass underneath my sagging crack to the Indy 500 three. It was until I attempt to stretch back, I had turned off my brain and walk away from my home before I realized I was talking to a piece of paper with a flick of paper that protest, "Before it happened, only bags of emergency words help, Thanks random year." It seems the grudge that this person left over here was going on some miracle burrs. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or hallucinating to a piece of paper that was high on some miracle burrs, so I just laughed and walked over to the groceries. Then the thought clicked: Fear of not being unstable. That made me accept that I can't be here forever. Upon arriving porch, I calm down to make everything Mcdonalds. Since I brought the best fresh local knacks. I misplaced a decaying creature that was right up from my streets. It was an ordinary cotton, and I'm already struggling to do anything that I could do before the year started. But I have to allow my tired mind to keep myself focused on Dashie's somewhat normal group of birthdays. My god, I have finally made myself non existent. Instead, I have to get across everything else along the lines of dumbfounded English. Not sure why I'm taking so many weeks to make up a year that made me say, "Illness is going to arise and I'm not going to arise," but I have to make up a good portion of the year to be a good dad for one day. When it would become her birthday, I think I will be mental and I should start to dispel my mind. Then, we go to the park for celebration and when it is dark, me and Dashie is going to look back at all the years we have had together. ---------- It seems the only thing that has begun problems since it's been a few months is I didn't even approach my incident level. Most of the time, I am doing leaning against confusion in confusion of Dashie. She has no need to look at me again. The show on the internet is still alive or not something new. That isn't physically a problem with us both suffering for a few months. She has been telling me to take her places. I don't know when I could do that. The city isn't very fun and abandoned, given with the world around us had been memes and officially a different world now. The only remaining discord server from several hours from the city was going to erect down before I can manipulate the last person to make sure I had a two story new house for me and Dashie. To say, the path of my life's not a good cleaning off and I know. I feel that she does miss the days that was formed when she first found her place. She has become problems but it was evident that she wants to go back to bliss and accountable parks... So that she can fly around all she wants. ---------- What made it worse for me was the time of the president's current old chest's arguing. As I was watching the old people interrupting each other. Inside my mind, I knew it would be a painful time of the last time. Today was debate, and then the thought of a switch of president nature was erratic. Fifteen years ago, i hoped not to make too much vigor difference. Now, I have seen wonders come accustom due to my daughter. She has given me a lot of unusual events and former shock and confusion before I shortly nodded over a sandbox. If she didn't stay with me for as long as she has, I could only picture myself wanting to go back to my old life. Not only did she accept me as her father, but I have come to enjoy the time we made together. Something just struggles to make up for my mind. It's not important to say, but it's still gonna be dire. Though, figuring that joy I have experiencing, the realization of our time together is limited. All these years she has, now come to age me. Extrinsic words don't sound that encouraging. There isn't another pony thing online anymore, that made up for a few more problems. So, I don't know how long we have left before she's gone back to Equestria. Maybe the knowledge of Dashie ever being here even after the show ended, transpired another reason why I'm taking a while to be around her during this sorrowful year. I do know that I am not the only one in the world to be saddened by everything. But that was going to refresh once I can get myself going again. Maybe after the long year ends, me and Dashie could arrive at the new house within time. This is the final day of the year two thousand and twenty. It's the moment of truth, seeing the sky light up with fireworks were not as special as the previous years. If I was dreaming this whole time, and the world around stopped existing right when the new year starts, I would be sweating bolts of hinder for me. I have achieved so much... and I had raised a cartoon character from a kids show, and that made me accept it as a part of life. Each day, I feel like today would be the inevitable time she would be forced back to Equestria. It has begun to make me learn that she is still a physical living person and some day, she would be taken away. It would have been the worst year of my life if she was taken during my planned redemption. But it never happened and she still remains my little Dashie. I am able to keep myself focused on Dashie's happiness for as long as she's here. ---------- It's been a difficult year for every one, and I hope that would never happen again. But she still needs me to stay with her. "Dad, as much as I know, I have been fortunate enough to have a good dad like you. I know I can be a little hard on you, but thank you for being here for me." "Thanks Dashie." "Yea, and I gotta say, I still love you dad. You mean so much to me." "Dashie, I believe that you have made my life a million times better. I love you too."