A few weeks passed, I spent most of my time online, talking to other bronies. It wasn’t that I was obsessed or anything, I just didn’t know anyone. I was the only person at the entire dorm, who watched My Little Pony. You’d think there would be more right? I lived in a big city, yet I ever met even one brony other than myself. My room was very dark, I preferred it that way, it let me concentrate better. I always kept the shades closed and the lights off, the only light in the room coming from my computer, which was at minimum brightness. This not only saved power on the battery, but it allowed me to keep the room dark the way I liked it.
I was a strange person, but then again who isn’t these days? Not a lot of people stuck around me for very long; they loved my energetic randomness to begin with, but eventually all of them grew tired of it and left. I just couldn’t keep people around, and as a result I spent most of my time sulking in the dark. Of course I always had ponies to turn to, but it wasn’t the same; if I wasn’t around other people, I was always sad. Fortunately the internet couldn’t transmit these feelings, and I was able to appear perky while online.
I was viewing a thread that asked how everyone became a brony. Boy did I love these, I had the best story of all, let me tell you. When the show first came out I figured it was going to be just like the original three generations of ponies, which were absolutely suffocating to even attempt watching, so I stayed away. Then one day my friend posted an article about how grown men could love the show "My Little Pony Friendship is Magic". I read it and, being an open minded person, decided to give it a try. So I sat down to watch the first episode.
The opening theme was overwhelmingly suspicious but I kept watching anyway, after the first few episodes I absolutely hated the show, the messages were so cheesy and childish, this was not a show I wanted to watch, but my friends insisted that it would get better so I continued to watch. After consuming the entire first season I had concluded that I absolutely wanted nothing to do with My Little Pony. Plus it was late, so I went to bed.
That night, Pinkie Pie danced and sang her way through every single one of my dreams, it was a nightmare! She was like a little pink Freddy Krueger. She even gave me the hypno-eyes from when she thought Zecora was an evil enchantress; it was horrible. But when I woke up the next morning, I loved the show. There was just no explaining it; it was like Pinkie Pie converted me in my sleep. I immediately picked up my laptop, hungry for more ponies! To this day I do not understand how I suddenly liked ponies, but I’ve stopped questioning it, and since I woke up that weird morning, I’ve been a full brony.
I owed it all to Pinkie Pie. If not for her, I might never have fallen in love with the show, this beautiful thing that had the power to cheer me up whenever I felt sad. Ponies were the cure to my depression. It was no wonder Pinkie Pie was my favorite pony. As the weeks progressed, I saw less and less of Pinkie Pie on her page. I didn’t talk to people much, I just kind of sat in my room and enjoyed the light show provided by my own brain, another advantage of keeping it nearly pitch black.
Green and blue swirled across the walls, flickering spots of light danced before my eyes, like fireflies. It somewhat reminded me of my childhood, when I used to wait every evening until it got dark, then I would ask my mom to take me out to the field, so I could catch fireflies. On clear summer nights we would spend hours out there, gazing up at the stars, watching the bats, or chasing fireflies; it was paradise. The dancing lights were actually a special condition I had, which was often referred to as prisoner’s cinema. Basically if I sat in the dark for more than an hour, I got to see lights appear out of nowhere. Pretty cool right?
I woke up the next day at about 12:30. It was only a half hour until the new episode; I went online to join the live stream I did every week. This week’s episode was about time travel, my favorite subject. It featured what appeared to be a class two time loop, the safest kind. They are quite rare as they are self-fulfilling, but I was glad there was no paradox, at least this show had it down. Everyone started raving about some missed chance at Dr. Whooves, who apparently is some secret time lord or whatever. I never saw the show much as a kid, my parents had preferred that I play outside than watch TV.
I moved on to a different trend that was becoming popular. It was a picture of Ponyville, except you could see it was laid back into the frame, and it had green grid lines running around the outside. There was a picture of the mane six on it with a highlight of Pinkie Pie. At the bottom, in big lettering was the caption; THE FOURTH WALL. Underneath that it read; structural integrity, 0.8% and dropping… after that it read; one day she will be free. I placed my comment, “she WILL be free one day, I’m sure of it!” Wishful thinking, but false hope was entertaining. I sighed and turned off the computer, I had to stop thinking about Pinkie Pie.
Another couple of weeks passed. And I sat in my room again, in the dark, sulking as usual. The room looked like it was warping a little; funny how the mind plays tricks isn’t it? A bright white light started glowing in the corner on the far side of the room by the TV. The lights had begun again. I could hear grunting coming through the wall, the voice was female; it must have been the girl that lived next door. “Come on! COME ON!” The grunting grew louder, except it sounded like it was in the room, weird.
The bright light got bigger, covering the whole TV screen, and started radiating other smaller white dots. Come to think of it, it looked just like when Twilight had come back from the future to warn herself not to worry a couple weeks back. I walked over to it, curious. What on earth was going on?! I was used to the light show, but the sound effects were definitely new. I leaned in closely to examine the brilliant light. Hang on a second, that sounded like Pinkie Pie! Suddenly something smacked me hard in the face. I fell back, stunned. Looking up, I saw an apparition that just could not possibly be real. Staring right back at me was a very surprised, yet very excited, Pinkie Pie.