//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 // Story: My Little Pinkie // by RainbowDangerDash97 //------------------------------// My name is Sapphire, mostly known as Jackie around my friends. I am your ordinary 14 year old girl, except I wasn't just anybody. I am a brony. Even though my birth-father, grandma, and boyfriend died, my family broken apart, I still felt I belonged to a family. No, I'm not talking about my now broken apart family, but the delightful community of bronies. If there was any title I could call myself with pride, it would be "brony", or on rare occasions, "pegasister." Even if I never fit in, am hit by horrid amounts of everyday depression, was called a freak at school, I was happy. But I never thought I could be happier, and for once, I was proved wrong. It was a sunny Monday morning. Of course, it was the winter holidays, and I need not go to school. A childish twinkle of excitement in my eyes, I dashed to the living room, swinging on my coat, and racing to the door. It was winter! My favourite season of the year. It always gives me somewhat holiday spirit, even if I was heavily affected with S.A.D. (seasonal affective disorder.) I didn't even stop for my morning hot chocolate. I simply skipped past the tables and chairs, and at last, I swung the door open, to trip over a huge cardboard box. I froze at once, as my eyes shifted from the sky to the box. There was something squirming inside. Why would it be on my doorstep? It couldn't have been mine. My mother, and step-father never ordered anything, not even Father's Day mugs or Mother's Day cards. I tried my hardest to keep my pale blue eyes off the object. But my curious personality got the better of me, as I opened the box, without thinking a second time. And you know what they all say - curiosity killed the cat. But I didn't think so. I gaped in awe and wonder at the contents of the box. Why - there was lying a little filly Pinkie Pie! Of course, her hair was straightened, and her eyes were sad and drooped. I would've very much liked to say something, but the shock and surprise tied my tongue, and fastened it tight like ropes. All I could stutter, was, "H-Hello, little guy." Come on, I told myself. This is probably another prank, or at least a plushie, or robot. "My Little Dashie" was just a fanfic - or at least, I thought so. The Pinkie Pie "plushie" didn't move. It didn't even blink. I was about to start thinking I was right after all - until -- "Don't stare at me," Pinkie Pie whispered. I had a heart attack! It spoke! But I wasn't to believe it. Maybe "Don't stare at me" were built in words, and that was all the robot could say. I smirked, and decided to test it, "W-who are you?" "Pinkamena Diane Pie," the filly introduced. She didn't turn to look at me, but instead, looked around. "Where am I?" "You're in Australia," I answered, pointing both arms at the beautiful morning sky. It was a misty, rather cloudy morning, and the sun glistened upon my face from behind a white cloud. The morning chill sent shivers up my spine and down, but I didn't mind it. And it seemed she didn't mind it either. "It's the middle of winter --" Pinkie Pie gasped. "Winter? You mean like snow! I've never seen snow in years!" she cried out. I still thought she was fake, but deep inside somewhere in my heart, I knew she was Pinkie Pie - THE Pinkie Pie. "Uh.." I stammered. I looked around, just praying someone would come around, and fish me out of the awkward situation. "It actually...never snows here." Pinkie looked disappointed. Her head dropped low, and she muttered, "Never mind, then." I was confused at once. She claimed she was Pinkie Pie, but yet she didn't even act like her? It never hit me that she was only a filly at the time, and she was depressed and sad, like in "Cutie Mark Chronicles." "Um...Pinkie Pie?" I asked. I bit my lip, curled my fingers into a fist, and dug my fingernails into my palm, but still - I didn't wake up. I came to a conclusion - I was not dreaming. "It's rather cold out. Wanna come in?" Pinkie Pie looked startled. She shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry, but I really must go. My mum, dad and sisters are waiting for me." She looked behind her, gazing at the misty-blue horizon. I immediately felt my heart melt, as I cupped her in my arms. "I...There's...I.." I stammered. I had to tell her there was no way to Equestria from Earth. In that case, I would've already been on a life-long vacation, making new friends among the ponies there. But I couldn't break it out to her. I just couldn't. She seemed already so lost..so unhappy...so hopeless. I couldn't bear to see one of my favourite ponies be any sadder than this. "Here, we'll talk inside," I offered. I dropped her gently back into her box, and went inside my home. In another five minutes, I returned, with a yellow wool blanket. I wrapped it around her, picked her up, laying her in my arms, and kicked the box away. I returned inside my home, with Pinkie Pie in my arms. "How did you get here?" I asked, as soon as Pinkie Pie was comfortably cuddled in a small cushion, originally my dog, Admiral's, before he died. Pinkie Pie, as soon as her shivering stopped, alluded to,"I dunno." I smiled and said, "So...who are your parents?" I already knew this answer, but the answer slipped to the back of my head, and I could not even remember the latest episodes of MLP, and what happened in them. Pinkie Pie didn't want to answer. I would've felt the same, if I were her, to be honest. In fact, I don't like talking about my family any more than she did now. We talked and talked for hours, and my parents wondered what I was doing, in my room all day. Of course, I remembered to lock my door, and keep my voice down. Besides, they still did not know I was a brony, let alone suspect that I was talking to Pinkie Pie, a pony. In fact, I was pretty sure I heard my step-father asking what I was doing, and my mother answering that I was probably doing more homework. It sort of made me laugh to think of that. I was doing something much more wonderful than homework - with somepony much more wonderful than anyone else in the world. Pinkie Pie, all of a sudden, yawned a wide yawn. "It's late," I whispered, as I arranged for her a bed. Pinkie Pie climbed up a chair, and scrambled to the window. She gasped in wonder, as she saw the beautiful night sky. It was like a midnight blue blanket, and the stars decorated it, glittering like diamonds. Pinkie Pie, the sorrowful little filly she was, was now the happiest pony ever. She had obviously never seen anything like it, and it made me happy to see her so happy. I stared out to the night sky, and I could tell she was doing so too. One of them shone brighter than the rest. I stared at it, childhood memories flashing back into my mind. Suddenly, I saw a whole score of stars bolt across the sky! "Look, Pinkie! Shooting stars! Meteor storm!" I cried out, trying my best to show the excitement I felt, as I pointed out the window. More and more memories streamed through my mind, to be interrupted by the soft rather melancholy voice of my new little filly. I wish I may, I wish I might, I wish I'll get back home tonight.