Dan & Pinkie VS.
Chapter 1 – First Meeting [Edited]
If you were to ask Dan when his life changed for the better, he would probably say it was when people learned their place. And to never bother him or his liberties again. But if you were to ask Chris and Elise, they would say it was when a certain pink haired girl entered his life in an unexpected manner.
Their first meeting wasn't romantic, flattering or even nice, more like a scene from a bad comedy.
It all started when Dan entered the local burger establishment named Burger Phile. While wheeling his best friend/slave/pet Chris in a hand truck, clearly so he could order a milkshake for his poisoned friend and a plain burger with small cola for himself.
A plain burger with no cheese, because he was lactose intolerant. If he ate cheese he would die, but not before burning the whole place to the ground. Maybe also leave a horrible bio-hazard gas cloud due to incredible lousy meat diet. Or so he educated (ranted) to the uninterested cashier.
Usually, people tended to ignore Dan rants and assumed he was just a crazy person with anger issues (which wasn't that far away from the truth). On this occasion though, his angered words caught the attention of another patron. This patron was sitting near where Dan ended up setting up his friend still strapped to the hand truck.
After a whole minute of watching him simulate talk with his obviously unconscious friend, the other customer couldn’t contain their curiosity. How entertained at a fast food place by yourself? It was kinda dull day to start with the sun partly cloudy. And the smells of cooked processed meat were not exactly stimulating.
"Excuse me. Is your friend alright?"
Dan turned his head towards the person who just interrupted his meal. Usually, he would’ve consider this as a sin* committed against him, He was about to tell the interloper off, but he stopped when he noticed it was a girl.
This interloper was a young girl, probably a few years younger than him. Maybe 22 or 24 years old, tops. She had crazy curly and puffy pink hair and big blue eyes. The loud and offensive (clothes to the real world,) rags she wore came from a rejected clown costume box. She was wearing a short sleeved white shirt under a dark blue sweater vest, cut off jeans shorts, colorful legwarmers, and red shoes.
In short, she was a combination of bright colors that made Dan's eye hurt.
"Uuh…" Dan hesitated for a second but he quickly recovered. "What are you, a doctor? He's fine!"
"Are you sure? He looks a little pale..." She asked once again. Strangely enough, it wasn't in a accusatory manner like Elise usually did when questioning him. No, this girl was asking out of simple and unadulterated curiosity.
"I told you he's fine! Aren't you, buddy!" Swiftly Dan moved his hand towards Chris' face and began moving his mouth and pretended to be him. "You are very right Dan, my best buddy," Dan said in what could only be a very bad imitation of Chris' voice.
The pink haired girl just giggled at the scene in front of her. Even with her eyes closed, no way she was buying for a single second Dan's act. But she didn't push the issue either since it was so funny to her. She just nodded and returned to her seat and meal.
Dan shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the strange event that just happened. The ‘pink girl’ went to the furthest thing on the back of his mind, so he could go back to enjoy his meal. Before he could take a bite out of his plain burger with ketchup (the one true condiment) though, his friend's cell phone rang. The frown and gritting of sharp pointy teeth displayed how he felt about being interrupted once more.
The pink haired girl continued with her meal, but she would occasionally glance towards the angry little man and his friend. She found him strangely interesting and funny to boot. Here it was a slightly shorter than average man who entered the burger shop with his friend tied up to a hand truck and demanded his burger like a king demands utter respect without an ounce of shame. Maybe his short stature reminded her of the image of a small toothless alligator. with a Napoleon hat on.
Then all of the sudden, the man with Napoleon complex stood up and hurriedly left the place taking his friend along. What caught most of her attention was the urgent look on his face- as if something REALLY bad just happened. He didn't even take along his unfinished food.
Concerned, she walked toward the windows that gave a good view of the parking lot- just to make sure they were fine. But what she found was the little guy crawling on the floor towards his car.
Rapidly (faster than greased lightning dust) the girl left Burger Phile and ran toward the crawling man, who was moaning in severe pain.
"Are you alright?" She asked worriedly. Moments ago he looked fine, and now he was crawling in the rough parking lot. Just what in the world could’ve happened in such short amount of time?
If Dan wasn't in so much pain, he would've snapped in rage for the mere audacity of asking such a stupid question that deserved an extremely obvious answer. But the only thing coming from his mouth were complaints and noises of pain.
"We need to get you to the hospital!" Whatever happened to him must be serious if it could knock down a man in so few seconds.
At the mention of that horrid place, Dan's eyes widened. He couldn't go back there! Elise was there! And she would take Chris away. Chris was the worst possible distraction, but one needed to blow up that stupid and noisy Animal Shelter- with that equally annoying blond haired hippie.
"N..no..hos..pital…need..to…get…home….my medicine…lactose…intolerant."
"I don't think you can drive if you're feeling sick!" The concerned girl said trying to remain calm. But she couldn’t hide the worry in her voice completely. Her eyes shut a bit, her smile muscles hurting because she didn’t frown much.
"Shhh..ut it…need to go home now!"
Against her better judgment, she helped him get inside the car and then get his friend- still attached to the hand truck. "Do you really think you can-" She began but was interrupted when Dan just sped out of there with sloppy driving. Thank god there weren't many drivers around for some reason. Maybe it was the dreary, cloudy day.
"…drive?" She stood there debating if what she did was the right choice or she should've insisted more.
Then out of the sudden she felt a small jolt in her body that made her twitch. The familiar feeling, a sixth sense that told her that something bad would happen- to the little man she found so funny.
Decisively, she followed her intuition without question since it had never failed her before. Right now it was telling her to go to the drugstore, and buy some medicine that would come in handy later.
Our ‘Heroine’ took out her keys from her purse and got in her car. It was a compact, the smallest four-seater in the market you could confuse it with a two-seater. Like her hair and outfit, the vehicle was colorful, mostly pink and with lots of decorative stickers of balloons. It may look like a small cute car, but the engine roared like a beast and speed out like a devil.
"Let's go!"
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After a quick trip to the drugstore, the pink haired girl stepped out of her car in front of an run-down apartment complex called Casa Paradisio.
There were many apartments and her "sense" just told her to be here, but it didn't specify exactly which number was his apartment. So she decided to ask for help. Coincidently, coming down the stairs was the unconscious big guy being wheeled by a maroon haired lady with a white shirt and hip-hugger blue jeans, probably his wife.
She approached them with a big smile. "Excuse me, Hi! I'm looking for a guy of this stature, with messy black hair and shirt." She asked while using her hands to emphasize the stature and the 'messingness' of his hair.
"If you're looking for Dan, his apartment is the number eight. And if you want to get back to him, this is your perfect chance. Now I have to take my husband back to the hospital, bye!"
The pinkette thanked her and waved goodbye to the both of them and wished them a safe trip to the hospital. After they were gone, she went up the stairs and walked up to apartment eight. She knocked on the door but nobody answered. After a few seconds she turned the knob and found it unlocked.
"Dan…?" she called out for him, walking slowly through the doorway.
At first glance, the apartment was a complete mess with tons of stuff littering around. Not that she could criticize since she loved throwing parties that ended up just like this place- except more decorations and bright colors.
She walked on the darkness until her feet bumped into something, which moaned in pain.
Regrettably her first instinct was to kick the offending object out of fright. But when the only response was more moaning in pain she realized it wasn't a monster or something. It was Dan, laying face down on the floor.
"Dan! I'm so sorry! Let me help you!" She knelt beside him and flipped him face up.
"I…need…medi..cine" He barely groaned out. The pain was kicking in overtime, especially now after being hit in the gut by that meddlesome Elise. If he didn't take his medicine now the pain would continue for at least a few hours, making his day much more miserable.
"Don't worry! I have some right here!" She took out a small pink bottle of 'Dr. Sceptic's Stomach Remedy', opened it up and helped him drink the medicine directly from the bottle. Dan drank the medicine like he was dying of thirst despite the cheap bubblegum flavor that didn't taste like bubblegum at all. Pinkie smiled, her left hand sliding against his scrawny chest. She was happy that she could help in his moment of need.
After he finished drinking almost the entire bottle, Dan closed both eyes and waited for the effect to kick in. Then, he felt his head rest on something real soft and warm. He opened his eyes only to find the smiling face of the girl he met at Burger Phile half an hour ago, who had laid his head on her lap.
Dozens of questions swirled around his head like, what are you doing here? Who let you in? Were you following me? Are you some kind of psychotic stalker? Am I going to end up chained on your basement while you cut me open and use my entrails to make cupcakes? But the only thing that came from his mouth was…
"Are you going to kill me? Who…are you?"
The girl just giggled and with a smile that could bring sunshine out of the darkest places. She answered with a bubbly voice.
"How silly of me! I didn't introduce myself earlier today, did I? My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, but my friends call me Pinkie!" Dan wasn’t sure if her stupid grin was a ploy to throw his guard off. No one was that cherry in front of a dying man.
If he had strength, he would've pointed out how dumb that nickname sounded. Not to mention also ask what kind of name was ‘Pinkamena’ anyway, but the whole milkshake incident left him really tired and he ended up falling asleep on Pinkie's lap. Even with the howls and cries of the animals of the shelter.
Yes, the shelter could wait until tomorrow to be blown up. Now was sleepy time. (damn, her big boobies got in the way)
Pinkie sat there with his head on her lap and watched him fall asleep and soon after she too drifted into dreamland.
Both may not have known it then- but this meeting would change their entire lives forever, and for Dan it was the beginning of a brighter future.
Bonus: [Added on Oct 5th 2013]
A cell phone rang, making a girl with a rainbow died hair stop from her jogging. “Hm? Oh, it’s Twilight.” She picked up the phone to start talking. “Look Twilight, I know I’m late with the book, but I met with this really cool lawyer and-”
“Let me stop you there Dash. I wasn’t calling- Wait, you met a lawyer? Not some jock?”
“Hey! You called me about something?!” Dash blushed a bit, getting called out on her choice of guy.
“Oh, right. I just found out where Pinkie’s at. She’s in California.” The voice of Twilight sounded a bit giddy.
“So? She told us all in an email... Wait. Did you find a guy?” Dash asked, lifting her eyebrows as she calmed down.
“Oh my gosh, he’s so much better than Flash! He’s an engineer from MIT! And get this- We found the perfect guy for Pinkie!”
“What’s his name?”
”Soma Cruz!”
Bonus written by Mistershield.
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Wait...Mistershield ?!?! 0_o