//------------------------------// // Surprise Surprise! // Story: My Guardian Angel // by RandomHamster33 //------------------------------// I mope along, a never ending frown upon my face. My flat, dark pink mane hangs limply from my neck, covering half my face. I sigh openly. Nopony’s there to hear it; they’re all inside, eating. I don’t want to eat with them. They’re no fun. I kick a rock idly. My light blue eyes are starting to well up with tears as I walk along, dirty hooves scuffing the sandstone. Oh, sorry, I guess I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie. I’m only eight years old. I live on a rock farm with my family. They’re the only ponies I’ve ever known. I have two sisters, Marble and Limestone Pie. My father’s name is Igneous Rock and my mother is Cloudy Quartz. They may be my family, but they’re nothing like me, I can tell. All my life I’ve wanted to be happy. I’m not sure what that feels like, as my whole life has been nothing but an ever going void of unhappiness and despair. I’ve also never seen somepony smile. My parents and my sisters never smile, ever. Since they don’t, I’ve just learned that nopony does, I guess. Smiling is pretty much prohibited here. So I mope along wherever I go. Not like it matters. I’ll never be happy. I don’t even know what it feels like to be loved. It’s like since I’m pink, that I’m the outcast of the family. My Granny Pie and Nana Pie said that I shouldn’t feel like that. I think they might love me, actually, now that I think about it, but I guess I’ll never know. Dad doesn’t let them come around anymore. I’m sure you don’t want to hear my complaints the whole time, do you? Sorry. It’s just me being me. Well, sun’s about gone. I better head inside. I walk inside, halfheartedly pushing the door open. Upon entering, I see my family has already finished eating. The table is clear and washed, not a single crumb visible on the wooden surface. I sigh and go over to the fridge. I grab a few carrots and a juice box; apple, my favorite, then sneak upstairs, being extra careful to let my hooves step lightly, as not to alert my family of my presence. Our stairs creak a lot. The house is black. I can barely see anything, but since I do this on most days, I’m now used to the depressing darkness. I enter my room. I have my own since my sisters have their own that they share. My room isn’t very big. It’s really nothing but a large closet. I have a small bed in one corner. The sheets are grey. The pillows are grey. I have a small, rickety table next to it, with an old dusty lamp sitting on it. It serves a dual purpose—as a nightstand, plus as my work table. I don’t go to school, so I don’t do homework on it. I draw. I draw my feelings. I have a special sketch book. I also have some more expensive artist pencils. I snuck into town one day and bought them with a gem I found. I’ve only ever found one, but it was well spent. I’m glad I bought the bigger packet of pencils. I’ve already used up three. I still have five left. That’s pretty much the gist of my room. There’s a shelf along the other side of my room that holds a few knickknacks I’ve collected, but other than that, my room is empty. I yawn slightly, but ignore it. I keep my light off and jump up into my chair. I idly sip on the juice box and crunch on my carrots as I fiddle with a small, shiny rock I found in the fields today. It feels kind of warm as I run my hooves over it. I think I’ll keep it. The small clock on my desk reads five to ten. I feel my eyelids droop slightly and I get up from my desk/nightstand. I scramble into bed and stare up at the white ceiling. I can see faces. Evil faces. I think of what Granny Pie told me. “Giggle at your fears, Pinkie Pie. Laugh at them. Don’t let them beat you. They’re not really there at all,” the wrinkly old mare would tell her while patting her head. “Yes, Pinkie, don’t worry. It’s all going to be okay.” I like that nickname. It makes me seem fun and carefree. Although I’ve never had fun. I could pretty much see the mare now, her graying indigo mane and wrinkly, blue fur. Her eyes, a bright, shining, sky blue—same as mine—always full of kindness and cheer. I feel a small twitching in my lips. I quickly frown. What was that? Am I getting sick? I decide to ignore it and instead lean over to switch off my lamp. The darkness closes in on me immediately and I shudder. I try telling myself it’s nothing, but I can’t help but feel I’m being watched. I pull my blankets up around my neck and curl up in a ball. I shiver involuntarily as I slip into my dreams. “Pinkamena! Get out of bed!” a shrill voice commands. I jump slightly as I hear it. The sun filters in through the small window beside my table. I see my mother’s grey-blue tail exit the room as I sit up in bed. I run my eyes and push the blankets off. I crawl out of bed and head towards the bathroom. I sullenly brush my teeth and my dull pink mane. Suddenly, I feel shivers go up my spine. There’s that feeling again! I know somepony’s watching me, I’m sure of it. I glance around and a confused frown works its way over my muzzle. I see nothing. I cautiously exit, searching for any members of my family that could’ve been watching me. I go downstairs and grab a light snack. Oops. I always eat after I brush my teeth by accident. Oh well. I trot outside and begin my job. My sisters work silently beside me. We push the rocks with our muzzles to the other side of the field. It’s a boring and pretty much useless task. I mean, who wants to buy boring old rocks? I have no clue, but I don’t want anypony to hate me anymore than they already do, so I do it, although begrudgingly. The sun hits midday. I can hear my father yelling for lunch. I turn around and see the family going inside. The others are sitting at the kitchen table eating sandwiches. They ignore me as I grab mine from the table and leave. I head towards my secret spot in the East Field. It’s a nice, relaxing place. It’s located closer to a forest than the other fields, so I like it. A small creek runs along the edge of the forest. I sit here and eat my lunch every day. It’s a place I can be free of my suppressing family. They don’t know about it. I sit down in a patch of soft grass and eat my sandwich. I’m nearly done when I get a tingly feeling in my spine. I spin around, fear growing in my stomach. The light wind blows the tall grass causally, the stalks brushing against each other. I let myself relax. What was this feeling I was getting? I don’t know. Maybe I’m actually sick for real. Then out of nowhere, I hear hoof steps. I jolt upwards from my belly and look around furiously. Has somepony found my secret spot? A small, white pegasus sits on a large boulder, tail wrapped around her hooves. It’s a filly, obviously. I’m genuinely surprised and I gasp. The filly is staring at me with caring, purple eyes. I stare right back, mouth open. After a few moments of silence, the pegasus stands up and flutters off the rock. I can’t move, I’m so shocked. I find myself comforted by the presence of this filly for some reason I can’t explain. She approaches me, the long grass getting trampled under her white hooves. She looks so light. She stops about a foot in front of me, just looking into my eyes. I’m dimly aware my mouth is still hanging open and close it. “Hi, Pinkie Pie,” she says. I stumble for words; she knows my nickname! “Yes, I know your nickname. I’d have to, having my specific occupation,” she giggles. “What? Who are you?” I ask numbly. “I’m Surprise.” “H-hi Surprise. How did you find me here?” “I’m always there. I follow you wherever you go,” she states. “How?” I question in shock, stumbling backwards a few steps. “I’m your guardian angel, Pinkie. I look after you.” “Guardian . . . angel? So, it’s your job to make sure I’m okay?” A strange twinge of something in my mouth made me frown in perplexity. “Yes! Exactly!” Surprise jumps in the air, wings buzzing. I study her a bit more. She has white fur, bright purple eyes, and a stunning yellow mane and tail; both of which were fluffy and bouncy. Her small flank was adorned with three purple balloons, matching the color of her eyes. “Wow! You’ve even got your cutie mark!” I exclaim, pointing. Then I look at my flank, which is as blank as a piece of white paper. I frown. “I wish I had mine . . .” Surprise perks up, one ear twitching. She smiles slightly and blinks. “Don’t worry. Give it time.” I feel a small hoof caress my cheek. “I’ll always be here, Pinkie Pie. I’m your guardian angel; I will always love you.” At those words, I look up, tears in my eyes. Surprise is gone. “Wait! Surprise! Come back!” I yell. In vain, it seems, as nothing happens. The wind floats through the stalks of grass. I sit at my desk. I have a pencil in my mouth and I scribble furiously with it. A box of crayons is sitting next to me. I exchange my pencil for a yellow and continue my work. After that, I grab a purple. A few moments later, I sigh and look at my work. I drew her. I drew Surprise. I drew her just as I remember her, just as beautiful and delicate as she is. I feel my mouth wobble and put a hoof over it. I blow air from my nose and take the drawing in my mouth. I feel around in my desk drawer for a tack and pull a yellow one out. Perfect. I take the two items and go up to my wall, just next to the door, so that when anypony sticks their head in my room, they’d have to be leaving to see it. Luckily nopony ever comes in here. I press the paper to the wall and stick the tack in. I take a step back and admire it. My eyes water and I run a hoof along my cheek, coincidently just where she had touched me. I turn my back and check the clock on my desk. It’s nearly eleven pm. I go towards my bed and tuck myself in. I close my eyes in peace and exhale. Tonight the monsters don’t scare me. Because I have a guardian angel.