"Why won't anything happen....?"
Fruit Cake laid on the floor as she pondered her existence, and something else to do the would make today less boring than it was. Pinkie had left with her friends to go on some epic quest, and the Cakes left for Manehatten for a special delivery. They took the twins and forbade Fruit from leaving, baking, partying or teaching while they were out.
"Ugh....; I played with Gummy, cleaned the entire house, messed it up and cleaned it again, read all of Cheerilee's diary (Not a bad read...), took inventory twice, made a replica of Princess Luna out of forks, practiced my martial arts, ate three apple tarts, drank two cans of Red Minotaur, tried to grow wings, listened to all my records, found a jar of dirt, beat my old yodeling record, took a bath, invented boxing, had a conversation with my inner filly, did a barrel roll, wrote a book about shoes, got three combs and a brush caught in my mane, designed a bell that makes papayas explode, discovered the meaning of life, fell in love while looking out the window, recited my entire high school play, and I MADE MY BED!!!! I'm out of things to do!!"
Fruit got up and began to pace around the room for about forty-seven seconds before she tripped over herself and fell face-first on the floor. She lied motionless for a bit, then began to push herself forward with her back hooves, her face still flat on the floor. Fruit kept scooting around like this until she bumped into the wall and could scoot no further. After about three minutes of Fruit trying to faze through the very solid wall she flipped around onto her back and began to stare at the ceiling. She wished something would just crash through the roof and relieve Fruit of her boredom.
Then, as if some universal power decided to fulfill Fruit's wish....
CRASHHH!!!
"WAHHH!!!" Fruit's first instinct was to run behind the nearby chair and grab the bowl of fruit on the table next to it to hurl at the possibly dangerous....thing that fell through the roof.
Fruit peeked out from behind the chair to get a glimpse of the intruder, only to find that it was a pegasus mare wearing a small mail-pony hat. She had a gray coat and a yellow mane under her hat.
"Uh........., 'Sup......" Fruit greeted her guest, only for Fruit to realize that her guest had her face planted in the floor. "Hehe...., better help her out...." Fruit proceeded to pick up the mare and put her on the sofa, "Dang, you got whacked hard!" Fruit surmised after see the condition of the mailmare's eyes.
After placing her guest on the couch, Fruit ran down to the main floor to get a bag of ice for the mailmare's head. "I hope I can get her out of here before Uncle and Auntie get back, or else they'll think I did this to her. Reminds me of that one time I found that hobo in our trash can...." Fruit continued her rambling as she got the ice bag and brought it upstairs and placed it on the mailmare's head.
"And then Dad caught him eating his slippers! Hahahaaa.... oh, heh.... That was rich!" Fruit sat on the chair and wiped the tears in eyes from laughing at her memories.
"Ugh....." The mailmare began to stir, "Where am I?"
"You're at Sugarcube Corner," Fruit answered, "You crashed through the roof and I.......uhh...." Fruit trailed off as she looked at the mailmare's eyes, only being able to look into one as the other eye looked in a different direction.
"Are you okay...?" The mailmare ask Fruit, noticing her staring.
Fruit shook herself back to normal, "I think I should be asking you that question... Your eyes are all...." Fruit tried to demonstrate with her own eyes, but found that she couldn't, so she made a bunch of motions with her hooves to get her point across.
"Oh, that..." The mailmare sighed, "They're always like that, ever since I was born...."
"Really?!? Wow....."
The mailmare turned away, "Go ahead, laugh..."
"Why would I laugh?!?! That's SO AWESOME!! I've seen a lot of really cool stuff, but that is just way to cool! I mean, I can't even get my eyes to do that! You got some gift!"
"Well, you're the first to think that..." The mailmare sniffed.
Fruit smiled, "Don't listen to what others say about you, you don't have to take any of that. Just be yourself! I've had a lot of ponies make fun of me for my crazy antics, but I don't take any heed, I love myself just the way I am, and you should too..."
"Thanks...," The mailmare smiled as she rubbed a tear from her eye, "My name's Derpy, Derpy Hooves."
"Nice to meet you, Derpy!" Fruit smiled as she tried not to laugh at such an unfortunate name, "I apologize, but I kinda need to get you out here before the Cakes get back from their delivery. Heh..."
"No problem!" Derpy turned to head down the stairs when Fruit jumped in front of her.
"Wait! Could you return this to Cheerilee?" Fruit asked as she handed the diary to Derpy.
"Sure!" Derpy then proceeded to head down when she stopped, "And Fruit...., Thanks...." Derpy finally went down and let herself out while Fruit returned to the couch to take a nap.
Fruit sighed, "I should learn to take my own advice...." She then rested her head on a pillow while trying to get her eyes like Derpy's.