//------------------------------// // Oh No... // Story: When I Cry // by Brony Hectic //------------------------------// Dim finally got home after a short day out. He had only been out for about 2 hours, by the time he got to his house it was about 12:00 p.m. Nopony else was there , his parents wouldn't be home for a few more hours so he had the place to himself for a while. He walked to his room, put his bag down, and sat on his bed. "Okay, how bad is it?" He then got off his bed, putting weight on the hoof that was hurt. "Ugh..." It hurt, but Dim had force himself to walk off and let it affect him much. The pain would be gone in a few days anyway. He then felt at his head to see if there was any more blood trickling down. "Ow!" he touched exactly where his head had been kicked. He proceeded to look at his hoof, there was no more blood thankfully. Dim then started talking to himself "Why does it always have to come down to violence with those two? They could have just walked away and ignored me, but no, they just had to have a fight didn't they?" he chuckled, "Oh, what I'd pay to see their reactions to what I did in that building. Was it too far?" He hesitated for a moment. "Nah. Well, at least in my mind." Dim Shadow began to think back to the building itself. "They have that place kept pretty clean, there's a bunch of broken windows and holes there. It has to get filled with leaves and water when the weather team brings that weather. Wasn't there suppose to be a small shower last night?" Dim got out of his bed once again and began walking to the door of his house. He opened the door and walked to his front lawn to feel the grass. It was still damp. "Guess, I didn't notice that before . I wonder if they do check ups on that place after rain." Dim thought for a moment. "Well, I have nothing better to do, I may as well." Dim Shadow decided to wait around the area of the building and see if Rider and Heavy Weight would come by. He had nothing to do and there was nothing to do. He was about to walk into his house to retrieve his saddle bag with his journal but then he stopped. "I don't need the extra weight, it'll be fine." Dim got the key and locked the door then began to walk back to the building. ************************************************************************************************************* "I hate that colt. Like I really really really hate him." Rider said with annoyance in his voice. "You gotta get over it man. We'll get back later." Heavy Weight said, trying to calm down his friend. "No, you don't understand. I'm the toughest colt around this place then out of now where, this random colt pops up beating me in fights and taking punches. I'm the boxing champion of Ponyville, and he shrugs it off man! HE SHRUGS IT OFF LIKE NOTHING HAPPENS! How is that possible?!" Raged Rider. "Calm down, you'd think 20 minutes would be enough to get over what happened." "You seriously think 20 minutes is enough time? What's wrong with you?!" shouted Rider. "Oh, nothing but when you lose matches you calm down afte-" Heavy Weight got cut off. "What's that suppose to mean?!" Rider jumped in front of Heavy Weight. "Nothing it's just-" he was yet again cut off. "Are you saying I'm weak?! Huh?" Yelled Rider. "What? No! Dude, calm down. This colt must have you worked up." Heavy Weight tried to calm his friend down again. "Sorry, it's just that it's like he's ignoring it altogether. Nopony I've had a match could, nopony I've ever had a fight with could, then this poser just trots into town like he owns the place and you know the rest." Ride said with a huff. "Listen, how about we just go to the old cider place and just chill there for a while. Okay?" Heavy Weight put his hoof around his friends shoulder. "Sure, why not." And with that they began to trot to old cider place. That place became like their own little club house for the two of them and the occasional Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, but they weren't really there much, they didn't like the filthy place. They kept a photo album there of all the great times that they had. But noting really important, they knew that the place should break one day and possibly destroy the pictures, but they knew that they could save the album if something broke. They found the place about a year ago when nopony ever bought it, one day the sale's ponies just stopped trying to sell it and abandoned the place. Heavy Weight and Rider would go there at least every one to two weeks. But what they were going to find would only fuel the fire of hate towards Dim Shadow. ************************************************************************************************************** Dim impatiently hummed a tune; hiding in a tree by the building it was maybe 10 feet away from the building itself. The tree was behind the building where the window was. This is getting boring Dim was thinking. He was just about to climb down when he began to hear two voices. "And so that's how I saved Hearth's Warmings' Eve." Rider said. "Huh... okay then," said Heavy Weight," rolling his eyes. A large smile began to form on Dim Shadow's face. He began counting down from 10. Ten. "All right then Rider, lets get inside." Nine. "Okay." Eight. "Wait, what's that at the bottom of the stair case?" Seven. "What do you mean?" Six. "I mean look, isn't that the dresser?" Five . "Let me see." Four. "We need to get upstairs and see what it looks like!" Three. "Agreed but be careful and hurry." Two . "Go, go go!" One. Screams of rage as loud as an atomic bomb could be heard from the building Dim began to burst out laughing as loud as he could. "When. I. Get. My. Hoofs. On. That. Colt. I. Will. Kill. Him! I will have his head on a stick! I will kill him until he's dead!" yelled Heavy Weight. Dim finally calmed down. He wiped a tear of laughter from his eye and climbed down the tree. He was about to walk home but he thought that if he walked the same was he came that Rider and Heavy Weight might see him, and Dim didn't want to take them on when they were enraged like they were now. He decided to cut through a bit of forest to get back on the road. He finally got back on to the road and trotted back to his house. He opened his door and went into his room. "Well, that was fun. I think I can write a little early today, where did I put that saddle bag? Oh, yeah." Dim reached over from under his bed and picked up the saddle bag and began to ramble through it. He picked up his journal. "Okay, where did we leave off?-" Dim noticed that the page entries from when he met Sweetie Belle were done. "Oh, must be stuck to the next page." Dim tried to pull the pages apart but they weren't coming apart. "Come on now.." Dim kept pulling but then he noticed that the page wasn't stuck to the back of the next, but it was torn out. The page had been torn out today. ... ... ... ....