//------------------------------// // Chapter 1- The Meeting // Story: My little party // by TheTimePony //------------------------------// The day had just ended. I a thirty-seven year old man was sitting alone on my couch with nothing more but a television remote and a lot of beer. My name is Ben Tailor and I live alone in my own house near west Sussex. I had just sat down to watch the news and it was even more boring than usual. The time is about nine o'clock and I have just come home from work. Today wasn't a pleasant one it was dark and grey with stormy clouds filling the sky. I turned back to the TV, then to the window and sighed. Since the weather has been so displeasing I had not been able to walk for days now and have just driven to the shops even though they are five minutes away. As I looked at the calendar hanging from the broken wall I saw that I had circled todays date. I got up to look at it and I suddenly remembered why I had circled it. ...Today was an anniversary. Though today had been an anniversary sadly the person I was to celebrate this day with no longer sat next to me. This anniversary was special to me and couldn’t have been swept over no matter what... Today was my wife’s birthday. I had planned for her surprise that we were to go to Gran Canaria for a month and bath in the hot sunlight. The dates were all booked I was to tell her the great news that evening... when it happened. Every time I think about it I can't help feel as if it was my fault. On the day I was about to tell her the news of our holiday she had to go out to meet some friends. When I couldn't hold my tongue for any longer I called her up to tell her and she answered with such joy my heart and tummy did backflips. But then another car came out of nowhere and.... The house seemed dark and distressing and had almost fallen into disrepair. I had as well almost fallen into disrepair one time in the past before meeting my wife. The stress of not being employed led me into many unstable mind visions and almost caused me a great deal of harm when I almost cut myself near my heart. That is how I met my beautiful wife. She saw me suffering and told me that she would always be there to help me when I was depressed. But now she is gone and I sit in the house alone, unsure and unhappy. -------------------- I worked at a local factory where I supervised the making of many sugar treats such as: cakes, chocolate (home-made), lollipops, sweets etc. My position at the factory was head manager. I checked every single worker to make sure they were prepared to work for us and had the correct talent for the job. There were over seven hundred and fifty two workers in the factory and sixty percent of them were cake makers. I was also the spokesman for our area (there was about five other different factories in the area) and I had to make sure the decisions made at our business meetings made a fair impact on us since we were one of the main factories of the company. The company had been going for nearly ninety-four years and in six years would hold a massive event for its one hundred year anniversary so people were always hoping the time would pass so the event would happen. Though I am a head manager I was never to good at baking as I found out on my wife’s 24th birthday, I was to bake my wife her birthday cake when I forgot how to. I nearly burnt the cake and when I finished it I thought I had just taken it out of the garbage. The worst part was all her friends saw me fail at baking and always made sure never to ask me for an order again. Though I was terrible at baking on my 26th birthday I saw a letter from my wife. It turns out my wife helped me find a job at the factory as assistant to the trainer meaning I didn’t have to go through the baking ranks and show that I was terrible at baking (which was a huge relief). After a couple weeks of working in the factory I had to make a cake for the head manager at the time and that is when everyone found out how terrible I was. I almost quit my job because of it but I was saved by none other then my wife who baked a cake at home and saved my job. Though my wife had kept the secret of her making the cake someone found out and questions arose whether I should stay at the factory. I wouldn’t have stayed there if the head manager hadn’t stepped in and said “I was there when he baked the cake so I know he didn't cheat" To this day I still keep thanking him for saving my butt. Though he had saved me that one time I still had many doubters but my wife kept baking whilst I did all the talking and then terrible news came to me. The old head manager had passed away after a fatal heart attack and all doubters were trying to get rid of me since I had no defenders now. I was almost put out of a job again when suddenly the heads from the board of directors paid a visit and asked to speak to me. At first I thought it was to tell me that I was fired but then when I saw four people in the room and I was very confused. It turns out they wanted me to take over as head manager because of my excellent baking skills. I knew straight away though that they were talking about the cake inventions I (or my wife) had sent into the head directors for new ideas. I agreed and they were very pleased. After todays work day I walked down the main road. There were many people in this area most very rich and crime was very rare, though the occasion sound of kids taking some cakes from a couple of bakeries did fill the air and if I could would help the baker catch them. As I was about to turn down to my street there was a crash from one of the old bakeries near the corner of my street. I looked left but I couldn’t see anything because the windows were so fogged up and boarded. So I assumed it must be a cat or a group of rats rummaging for supplies. I unlocked the door (I watched out for the low light bulb swinging over my head) to see an envelope flattened on the mat. I peered down in interest. The last time I got a letter was when I was writing to my wife with love letters and then being told that it was an old lady who I was writing to and so I always never write to anyone to be on the safe side. This was probably another bill though but when I took a closer look I was sure it was a letter from the company. I grabbed it and ripped it open. I red the entire letter through and through. It said. “Dear Ben The company is writing to announce you have spent just over ten years now in the baking industry and we are offering a chance for you to be the host of the one hundredth anniversary. The address is in the letter please be there at twelve o’clock on the second of July to see the head of the industry. Yours sincerely Lucas Flint ” I stood there for a couple of minutes looking at the letter in complete shock. Lucas Flint had been one of the boards of directors I met when I was about to become the head manager. He was the one who had told me the good news and was always a great friend when he came to visit the factory. Then under my foot there was another letter but it had no address nothing. I opened it and it said “Take good care of her” I looked at this letter in a state of confusion. “Who would write that?” I said to myself thinking of my old friend tommy who would write crazy letters to the teacher making her go all funny in anticipation of a secret admirer and wonder who it was giving us no homework for the whole week. I settled down on the couch and watched an old kids show I usually watch called my little pony. I in what was said in pony talk was a brony (cross between the constant b and pony with a r added. or so I thought.) Though brony ’s at my age where seen as weird people I didn’t care at all. The friends I had never knew me being a brony and I have never really talked about it (I am worried that they might find me weird and not want to be friends anymore.) The character I liked the most had to be twilight. Her magic is very unique and in boast busters she was worried her friends wouldn't like her because she would show how good she was at magic and that made me feel like my friends and me. She is one interesting type of pony especially when she goes nuts because she fails to complete a piece of work in time. Though I like Twilight I also like Pinkie Pie as well (though her laugh gets me pretty annoyed but she is nothing more than a sugar crazy made up pony.) I always thought what I would be like to have my own Pinkie Pie or Twilight. I watched a few episodes then headed to bed but still that bakery store incident couldn’t get out of my head. I took some of my sleeping pills, which were running out and fell asleep. As I closed my eyes I dreamt of being the best cake maker in the world without having any help from my wife instead a figure was cheering me on from behind the curtains but I couldn't remember who it was. -------------------- I woke up at about nine thirty in the morning and went downstairs to eat my breakfast. To my surprise there was a small chocolate cake on the table I looked round expecting to see a friend who had unlocked my door and come in to prank me. But to my surprise no one was there so I sat down inspected the cake then feeling hungry ate with a sweet tooth sensation building up. After just one bite I loved it. The blend of chocolate and sponge mixed together was so much in perfect harmony it made me think of my wife when she baked me food. I stopped to consider this thought before going back to the cake itself still feeling its gentle yet delicious taste. I went back upstairs had a shower and headed to work with the cake still in mind. After the clock stroke five I headed home. This had to be the longest day of my life and it seemed to never end. First we had a machine blow up when it was just starting so I had to pay for the repairs, then a employee put the wrong name of our industry on a whole load of wrappers and we had to destroy them all (by eating them of course. But I got a tummy ache and felt sick), and I had four boring business meetings as well. But after the meeting about our financial crisis and what our best product is I was able to call it a day and go home. I turned the corner (had a look inside the bakery again but could see nothing) and walkthrough the front door (avoiding the light bulb) and went straight to the computer to watch some my little pony. This time they were freeing discord and I remember him being a bringer of chaos. I watched to every detail not missing a bit. When it finished I went straight to my local pony chat equestria daily and I was about to write a review of the last episode when I thought. “What am I doing? I am a fully-grown man. I have a job and a house. I am not a silly little girl. Or a silly little boy anymore. I have to get out more not watch these shows all the time.” Then I got up turned off my computer and headed straight for the door and went for a walk. -------------------- I looked around me at my surroundings. Seeing the different people walking around, everyone being happy made me feel happy as well. Though today had been very boring at work I was glad I was able to walk around the town after it had stopped being so miserable and rainy. I walked round the corner where the bakery was which I tried to get a look at but couldn't so I thought I check it out tomorrow. I went to my local shop, bought myself some nice treats and rented a comedy film. Just as I was leaving I remembered that I had to finish a letter to my friend tommy so I decided to head straight home. When I pasted the bakery again I thought I had heard crashing. I really wanted to go in but I was carrying my shopping and needed to finish the letter so I said again that I would go and check it out tomorrow no questions. I got to my front door and pulled out my keys. I fiddled the lock till it opened (narrowly missing the swinging light bulb) put the stuff I had bought on my dining room table and ran upstairs. I sat down on my computer and started typing and didn’t stop. At almost twelve at night I had finished chatting to tommy. I saved and was going to throw in the towel. Then I thought ill get a glass of water when I suddenly saw a cake on the table. I thought to my self “Another cake? Who keeps making these things?” I decided a quick mid night snack wouldn’t hurt and I munched down on the cake with a great wave of flavor hitting my mouth again. “Whoever makes these cakes is obviously a great baker.” I finished the last bite and went to have a shower. Afterwards I watched a bit of TV and fell asleep. Then I had the same dream of becoming the best baker in the world and enjoyed the publicity. -------------------- Today was Saturday so I was able to lie in and have a great rest. Even though I had a lie in I still woke up to see the sunrise and then when I was about to doze of again I remembered that I would go and investigate the bakery today. This time I would definitely have time to explore it and maybe even find what’s been causing all the noise. The bakery was that big from my memory so I wouldn't have to look far around it to find the cause of commotion. I left my house (untidy from the night before) and set off down my usual route. “The weather is being pleasant today,” I thought “ Wonder if I can bet how long it will last.” I rounded the final corner before coming face to face with the abandoned bakery. I looked around before I entered to make sure no one saw. As I predicted the streets were very quiet. There had not been a car on the road for the entire day so far so people must be lying in like I was doing. I pulled down the handle and peeped inside. There was no one around so I crept in (avoiding broken glass and rotten cakes) and headed towards the back of the shop hoping to find what I was looking for. To my dismay however I could not find anything and what I had heard to be the oven noise was just a fly buzzing really loudly. I decided to have a quick look at the storage room below. There I saw a dusty old bed and a baking manual that had been crumpled and un- crumpled as if someone was trying to read it. I thought that maybe a homeless person was living here so I thought I should just go home or investigate a tiny a bit more. As I was just leaving I thought I saw a pink bundle of hair upstairs and decided to stay quiet. The pink thing was bouncing up and down mumbling to itself and just when I was about to see what it was… BANG! One of the ovens exploded from behind the pink thing and caused it to fall forwards badly injured. It let out a scream of pain before it collapsed. There was fire everywhere I had to get out quickly or I would be burned alive. I was about to run out of the shop when I saw the pink thing lying there helpless and dying. I forgot about safety, I forgot about what the risks were, I just ran into the fire and scooped up the thing (still unconscious) felt a horrible pain from the roaring fire behind me and ran for the nearest fire escape. I nearly broke down the door and headed straight home. I had no idea what I was carrying or whether it was still alive I just ran and ran thinking to my self… “ Don’t give up little one. Your safe now.” I think it must have heard me because it then shuffled in my arms as if it was trying to cuddle me. I opened the door to my house (banging my head in the process on the swinging light bulb) hurried into the kitchen lay the thing down on the cloth covering it to stop too much light going into its eyes and ran for my medicine cabinet. I found what I was looking for which was a box of extra large plasters and walked back to the thing still unconscious but I could still hear it breathing. I uncovered its face and to my astonishment it was something that I couldn’t believe. I looked at the face and then to the picture in my mind. My mind would not let me believe it and I could not believe it. I knew what it was or rather who she was… It was Pinkie Pie.