//------------------------------// // Cloning Blues (Clone Pinkie, Dark) // Story: Bombastic Bookpony's Bazaar of Oneshots // by Bombastic Bookpony //------------------------------// Dear Elements of Harmony, You probably don’t remember me. From what I’ve learned, you’ve taken out a lot bigger and scarier things. We were probably just another Sunday to you. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, eat some cake, take out some “threat”, eat more cake, sleep. No time to think about what you’ve done. No, no. I told myself not to be a bitter pie. That’s not what I’m trying to do.         I should start over. Heh, even after all this I’m still rambling. You remember a pond inside a cave deep inside the Everfree Forest. Full of magicky... magic? Momma made some clones? You took care of them all. Quickly. Easily. Practically. Or so you thought.         You missed one.         Surprise!         It’s a stupid risk, even for..... me? Pinkie? Whatever the heck I am? But I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t keep living without knowing. Without finding out why. Why did we need to go? What did we do? What was wrong with us? We were your children, Pinkie. You created us, told us what was important, what to do. Fun, fun, fun. We did what you asked. And you reacted with the worst thing ever. Worse than hatred. Apathy. As your children died around you, you didn’t care at all. Why? Why weren’t we good enough for you? What did we do wrong?         I should explain how I lived. Pretty simple. I was off having fun. You guys didn’t have an exact head count I’m guessing, and from what I’ve heard Dash is pretty impatient. Makes sense you’ve missed one, huh? But after a while, I noticed everyone else was gone. I looked around until I got to Town Hall, and when I looked through the window...         Yo know the rest. But that’s part of my point. Why did we need to die? I’ve looked it up, you know! I looked up all those books on what makes a pony a pony, despite how boring they were! I saw it. That last Pinkie. She was panicking. Afraid. She knew what was coming. She knew she was doomed. That shows that we weren’t just constructs, made with the sole purpose of having fun and feeling no emotion beyond that. I know that was terror. Because when I saw that last Pinkie explode, I felt terror for the first time, and you can’t ever know that experience, of being able to remember the exact first moment fight or flight kicks in, and you choose flight. I had that innate instinct. Another point for me, I think. Or maybe Twilight will refute it with that big brain of hers, always coming up with the perfect plan. Cause, you know, the one Pinkie sad in an entire crowd of happy ones wasn’t a giveaway. No, let’s do something that puts the real Pinkie in danger and wipes out a whole new species! Genius, Twilight. Genius! I can see why you’re the Princess’ personal student. She set a perfect example for you, what with Nightmare Moon and all.         Sorry, sorry! Getting off track and being a Debbie Downer again! Let’s get back on track. Maybe the reason you did it was because it was fun for you? Don’t lie. That’s at least part of it. Especially for you, Dash. I saw the look in your eyes as you tricked my last sister. Egging her on with glee, with delight. Was it fun manipulating a blank slate, a child into her death for what she is, for what your best friend Pinkie made us to be? Or was it just another prank? Or was it a necessary evil, all to save Pinkie from your own plan? You too, Spike. Eating popcorn as we died. Just a game to you, huh, Spikey? Just entertainment. All because we didn’t fit into your orderly, predictable, boring little world. Because we were different.         You ask me? I think it’s a combination of fear and fun. That’s how it is with you sillies1 All throughout history, natural races have taken out anything different. The feud between the three pony species before the Princesses came along. The fear you all displayed when one Zebra came to town(Like I’ve said, I’ve heard stories). The Night being shunned and banished in favor of the Day. It’s innate. You accept all the ponies with different Cutie Marks.... but not the ones without them. They’re unknown. They could be anything. So you giggle at the ghosties, beating them down with your laughter. You know that, don’t you Pinkie? Laughter can be as deadly a weapon as Magic. It can do more damage than any sword, or horn, or pointy stick! I mean, the suicide rate for ponies above the age of 18 who don’t have Cutie Marks is 75%. 75%! Because your society says it’s ok to be different! Just different in acceptable, visible, predictable ways. Why should I, why should anypony value a society like that? A society where we’re all the same, or at least cut from the same slice of pie.... That sounds like a real utopia. Maybe that’s why you did it. Maybe you’re just jealous.         Yes, because for all your talk of unity and friendship, you paled compared to us. We were happily and truly united. We understood each other in a way you ponies never can. Imagine, in a world where we were allowed to live and learn, the things we could’ve teached you....         The things we could still teach you. I just want my family back. At the least, I want answers. I want to understand. Otherwise, maybe I’ll stop being nice, kind, naive me and follow your lead. You’ve got enemies. A lot of em! One of them should be willing to take care of that boulder you put in front of my home. Or maybe I can free Tirek. It’s wonky, but maybe I’ve got some of your Element in me, mommy. Either way, I will get my family back. And either you can help and we can live in peace with you, and play games, and eat cake, and have my idea of fun....         Or we can have your idea of fun, and I can make an army of tireless, never ending Pinkie Pies to wipe you all out because you’re different and make our own perfect wonderland. I don’t think you want that. I mean, imagine all the sweets an entire Pinkie society could make! You’d miss out on all of that, due to the whole being dead thing. PRSVP Pinkie Pinkame Me