Derp-y Hooves point of view
“What should I do!” I mumbled under my breath frantically.
It took me awhile but now I could now identify the unconscious Foals, I've never been good at remembering names but I was sure it was Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle they had asked me how I got my Cutie Mark only yesterday.
I noticed when, life wasn't so jolly, or I had a big shock my brain seemed to work faster, it must be some type of brain adrenaline or something but I still didn't know what to do, I couldn't carry one filly much less two, and even though strangely they didn't look hurt at all, they definitely shouldn't be out in the rain these long.
“I have a mail bag silly me I can fly them somewhere safe.” My eyes weren't crossed like normal as I hitched them out the puddle, and into my mailbag then I flew fast as I could to the Sweet Apple Acres Barn, house.
The path even when flying was dark and dull, every apple tree seemed kinda grey, or starting to become it, something kept telling me to slow down, to give up, to let the little fillies get even more drenched in the cold, but I wouldn't allow it, they were the only things around me that seemed to be full of life, and yet they were unconscious.
Something hit me hard in the head, “Oww!” I started to groan, but I hardly cared I had to save these fillies from the cold cold rain, that seemed to never top pouring, more objects pelted me these time I didn't groan, these time but I started to realize they were apples, they seemed so heavy though and how they got out the trees, proved that these wasnt a storm any longer it was something unimaginable that I only remember being mentioned when I was really little a hurricane.
“Whoops!” As the wind called I giggled then bit my tongue, “Wind do you wanna play! With un derped derpy?” These was suddenly fun now somehow, but the more I fought the wind, there more the more I felt frantic again.
I wasn't just flying anymore, I was battling against wind and rain, and the forces of nature, It wasn't just to get out the rain, these was serious.
“Derpy, don't you just wanna stop.” The hurricane howled in the back of my ear, how was it talking and why did I wanna listen.
“Derpy, don't you just wanna give those, dead weights to me atleast lift your burden?” I wouldn't listen to the voice, soon it would go away, I bet its just my mind playing weird tricks on me.
“Ditzy, put them down, let them die, why should you care? The voice sounded suspiciously like my Mother, good thing we didn't have the best relationship but It unhinged me regardless I hadn't realized I had been flying slowly downwards, I fell head first into a thick tree branch
“Thunk!” The tree branch broke on impact, with all my klutziness, there was one good thing, I had a very high pain tolerance.
More apples flew at me, it was starting to hurt, the air smelled tart and it seemed to waft at me, I was hungry and even colder than possible, I felt raw like I was dead, yet I wasn't I could fly faster, the problem was that I didn't want to.
I checked on the fillies in my mailbag, you're supposed to not bend when you fly, but they reminded me of life, and somehow so quickly I had lost it. The fillies were fine there cute little sleepy faces lift my spirits.
“Derpy!” The voice of the storm said in a sing song voice, I knew these voice it was my Dads. I still don't know what happened to him he had been lost so very long ago, I had to have been four, I couldn't have remembered these voice, my subconscious couldn't be that strong the voice if the voice of the storm wasn't my brain going insane than what was it.
“Derpy Ditzydoo Hooves!” The voice said in my fathers voice. Only one person called me that my dad, but the voice couldn't be him, it just couldn't be I wanted to looks back, but thats what it wanted me to do.
I decided not to, I speed up, I wondered if I was going in circles.
“Drop them Ditzy. Look at me. At my face i'm here. You are no hero.” My fathers voice echoed. I knew it was all a facade, my long lost Father couldn't be chasing me in a storm un derped derpy understood it wasn't possible, but the rest of me didn't.
Luckily the Barn was right next to me, I had been too busy contemplating to notice, there was a faded light in the door, even the light looked like it had seen better times.
I scrambled in the door, I placed the Cutie Mark Crusaders in my mailbag carefully down in the room.
Two figures greeted me, they looked a mixture of shocked happy and scared they looked grimly colored like the Apple Trees but I didn't greet them.
I took one look at the Cutie Mark Crusaders, they looked untouched, breathing and still colorful the only vivid thing left, but they hadn't woken up, not even once but I knew there were some ponies, to take care of them now.
I moved to the window and looked.
I looked at who it was what it was, what pony, what creature because I knew it wasn't a hurricane a storm or wind anymore.
There was a shiver down my spine, when I saw the thing it was my only regret on what I had done, I had had a clue on who it was but the clue wasn't right, it was something else.
Something filled, with darkness something there to caress my hopes and dreams, and crush them flat not just just inner, but outer as well I felt it all of it, I suddenly I didn't even feel like a 100 muffins would ever fill the void, the darkness had called and I had answered.