Hi everyone! Tmurphy17 here.
This story is inspired by the comic I found one night on Funnyjunk
Link: http://www.funnyjunk.com/channel/ponytime/A+Bronies+Dream/bBcLGoO/
There I was walking home from college on a Saturday in the busy city of Chicago. Done with exams, done with school, done with the world till next semester. A month break is rather nice from busy college life. I’m planning on going home to see my family which I haven’t even talked to in weeks.
While walking home I tend to see some pretty cool things. Such as Street Performers, most of the time they are music related but you get the occasional street act such as magic or cool tricks. Sometimes I see beggars, unfortunately. It’s a shame that the world has come to this for them. Whether it was their fault or not their fault I always give them whatever change I have, even though I know most the time it goes to booze. There’s always a salesman trying to get you buy today’s latest piece of technology. But today was different.
Today there were no street performers, there were no beggars, and there were no salesman. Yeah there were people on the streets going through their daily lives, but besides them there was nothing out of the ordinary. No street-performers, no beggars, no salesmen. But instead there were children. A lot of children. I’m guessing they were on winter-break.
It reminds me of my little brother. Whom he and I used to have snowball fights in our front-yard during my winter break in high-school. He and I would build “snow-forts” together in the blistering cold. We’d spend hours with each other inside plotting how we would construct it, then go out and build it. We used to have so much fun together.
I’m quickly snapped out of day dream as I see a kid chasing his dog on the street. He can’t be more than 10 years old, just like my brother. There’s a red light at the intersection so there’s no cars coming from either direction so I’m not worried about him that much. As I’m walking away from the kid I hear some screaming and a loud thud on the ground. I look back to see the kid slipped on some ice and hit his head on the street. But I’m the only one who apparently has seen this! I’m probably a good 400 feet from the kid when the light turns green and some kid is driving by texting on his phone not paying attention to the road. He’s going to run that kid right over if I don’t do something!
I run to the kid, basically a race to the middle for me and the car. As I’m getting closer to this kid I’m thinking to myself. At about 300 feet, “that car is getting way to fast”, 200 feet, “I’m almost there” 100 feet, “I don’t think I’m going to make it, should I just give up?” I’m literally 2 feet from the kid right now. I grab him and throw his unconscious body onto the sidewalk. Seconds after his body leaves my hands I suddenly feel this sharp pain in my side, “I must have broken a few ribs” I thought. Then suddenly there’s another pain in my entire body, and I’m out cold. This pain felt so excruciating I can’t even describe it. All I see is darkness.
I’m awoken by a series of beeps. At first I don’t even realize I’m awake. So I just sit there. Thinking. Thinking if that boy I saved is alright. Wondering if I’m dead. Suddenly I can open my eyes. Err eye? For some reason I can only open my right eye. Did I lose my left eye when I got hit by that car?! I can’t move anything. I try my legs, nothing. I try my arms, nothing. I can move my fingers. But I can’t move anything else.
Next thing I know a doctor is talking to me. “Oh good your awake. You’ve been in a coma for two months”.
I’m stuck hearing those last eight words over and over again. “You’ve been in a coma for two months”. Two months I think, how’s my family doing. Do they even know? What about that kid, is he ok? I ask the doctor “Is the kid I saved a...a...alright”?
He responds with “Yes. He’s fine. Checked out about a month and a half ago”.
I’m suddenly relieved with that thought. At least my actions weren’t worthless. I’m not prepared for what he has to tell me next.
“Unfortunately, compared to what I’ll tell you now, your coma is the least of your worries. You obtained many injuries, both your arms and legs are broken, your spine and chest are shattered, your lung was penetrated by rib fragments. Your left eye was lost, the lung valve was ripped, and you have a large brain hematoma with a developing tumor that is destroying more and more healthy cells. Your heart is maintained by a special reanimation apparatus, and we have only one in the whole region. You constantly stay under painkillers... I am terribly sorry but you won’t last long… I can only make it fast and painless… I am sorry you had to hear all of this but... your heart apparatus can be more useful for someone else, someone who can still be saved. I am sorry”.
I sit there thinking about what the doctor said. Unfortunately I agree with him. I’m a hopeless cause. I respond with “I understand… I agree”. Although it kills me to say that.
“I repeat I’m sorry… maybe you want something… do you need something before we..”
I cut him off mid-sentence. “I umm… There is a tv show called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. It was season two recently… but if two months have already passed, it should have already ended… and i… I want to watch it”.
“Is that all”? He responds very confusingly.
“Yeah... that’s it”.
“That’s a really strange request… but if that’s what you want I’ll try to find it as soon as I can.”
“Watch it for yourself… or even better, show it to your children”.
I pass out. Shortly after I’m awoken by the sobs of my mother, and my little brother. The doctor walks in with a laptop that’s open to My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
“Here’s your last request sir. I’ll err… I’ll remember to show it to my kids and watch it with them”.
My mom and my brother look at me very confusingly, but accept it moments later. No words are said between us. I finish season 2 of My Little Pony, say my good-byes to my mom and brother. They leave without a hassle, just as I asked them to. The doctor walks in with a tray. This tray has one needle on it. I’m assuming this needle has some deadly poison in it that will kill me as soon as it enters my bloodstream.
“Doc… this isn’t going to hurt is it”?
“No son… it’ll all be over in an instant”.
Sure enough the doctor was right. I felt the needle pierce my skin. Then just like that. It was dark again. They say death is a hard thing. Well they’re right. Whoever “they” are. There I was. Standing over my lifeless body. A ghost. It’s strange. Even though I didn’t know anything about the afterlife, somehow I knew that I had the choice to remain a ghost, or go on to my “heaven” or my “hell”. I decide to remain a ghost for some time.
I follow my mom and brother home. My mom is to overwhelmed with tears. I feel bad. I’m sitting in the backseat as my mother drives home.
About 3 weeks have gone by and I’m sitting front row at my funeral. I never thought I’d see it this early. Surprisingly there are a lot of people there. Mostly from my high-school, I didn’t know much people in college. My family is there. Mom, dad, step-dad, brother, sister, grandparents, cousins, aunts, and uncles, they’re all there. I’m sitting on the steps of the church counting the number of people there. I don’t remember the exact count but I remember I lost count at around 600. I didn’t think I mattered that much to people.
My brother steps up to the podium. He says some words that I won’t ever forget. I remember like it was just yesterday. Heh it was just yesterday.
“Now… there’s a lot I can say about my brother. So… I’m just going to start from the easiest point. He was a great brother, he always knew how to make me feel better about myself or the things I did. We had a lot of great moments with each other, some tough and some fun. Even though we got into occasional fights, we still got over it in the end.”
He’s in tears at this point, although so is almost everyone in the crowd. He finishes his last words with…
“…and I loved him”.
So I spend the day watching everyone going to my burial grounds. I watch them lower my coffin into the earth. Just like that. I knew I was done being a ghost. I say good-bye to my friends and family and instantly I’m in a field.
Suddenly I’m running. From what? I have no idea. All I know is that I want to get out of this field. As I’m running I see shadowy figures from outside the field. I start to run faster. Next thing I know I’m facing my favorite 6 ponies in the world. Twilight, Posey, Applejack, Sparkler, Surprise, and my favorite, Firefly!
Twilight opens up with “Oh, here you are! Finally! We were waiting for you”!
I’m speechless. They were waiting… for me? I start to cry. Except I’m not crying because I’m sad. I’m crying because I’m happy. I haven’t felt this happy in a long time! All the ponies are looking at me confused. Twilight nudges me with her hoof.
“Please don’t cry. Let’s go, we are waiting for you”.
Suddenly I’m transformed into a pony myself. A Pegasus too! I look up at Twilight as she says…
“You know… I think this is a beginning of a great new friendship”.
Then the 6 of us walk off into the sunset, heading towards Ponyville.
End of Chapter 1.
I need ideas for chapter 2! Message me your thoughts and opinions on the story!
Also a cover artist would be appreciated!
This is my first fan fiction so criticism is appreciated!