//------------------------------// // Good Ending - Part One: A Day Begins... // Story: Boom, Beep, Pop, Crack, Sigh... (Good Ending) // by YADAMAN //------------------------------// The dark green earth pony woke up with what appeared to be a soothing dream. Rejuvenated from his restful sleep, he got up, stretched out his four legs and walked slowly to his mirror. Noticing his bedhead, he carefully picked up his comb and brushed his blue mane with an elaborate frilly hairdo he himself invented. He leaned forward to his desk and put down his comb and stared at the mirror, satisfied. Lookin’ good Jeremy, sexy as always haha! The green-colored pony thought to himself. He went to his window and flung open the curtains. Instantly, the room was filled with bright light and the summer breeze of eastern Ponyville outskirts. Jeremy took a deep breath in as his belly rose in size and deflated naturally like a living balloon. All that the pony did was stare out from his trailer’s window and fixed his eyes out to the brilliant atmosphere before him. What a beautiful morning! The sun is absolutely marvelous and- oh, the air is crisp and clean! Aaah! What a fantastic day to start off th- BOOM! Jeremy couldn’t finish his thought. The shockwave pushed Jeremy onto his backside and even rattled his trailer. It was obvious what happened. Jeremy quickly got up and reappeared near his windowsill- just mere seconds of watching Ponyville in the distance, with a great day planned to boot. The scene was quickly replaced with the sudden tower of black gaping smoke. All that could be seen now was a mushroom--a massive dark cloud, wait scratch that clouds, dancing in sync, swiftly swirling up into the air as if to escape the destructive event that occurred on the surface. Oh no! Jeremy exclaimed to himself. He stood in shock until his eyes picked up a kindling red mass at the base of the valley. What is that? is all one could assume and expect to be filling up on Jeremy’s mind as he focused on what appeared to be a building on fire. Upon closer inspection, the desecration that could be seen is of Sugarcube Corner. Jeremy’s four legs were trembling. He felt his breathing speed up, his heart was getting ready to burst out of his chest, his eyes started to water. Sugarcube Corner was left in ruins and the fire was quickly spreading to the surrounding buildings. This day was supposed to be perfect! Jeremy could barely make out the valley as his own eyes were being clouded with tears- not to mention the scattering of ash and smoke over the town. All this came upon instinct and yet, as quickly as the explosion came about, all of Jeremy’s view was starting to dissipate. First, the tower of black was being transformed into a flat landscape- a painting that was decorated on with surprisingly detailed charcoal and watercolors. Next, the town seemed to be drifting farther away, getting ever so darker despite the intense flame burning at the center of the calamity. The whole windowsill suddenly became a sketch of a drawing and Jeremy’s eyes were gazing farther away as if everything was being moved onto a boat drifting in a river or a frolicking makeshift prop in a filly’s puppet play. Jeremy shut his eyelids to avoid watching the horrific scene. Then, Jeremy felt gravity giving way under him. Was he floating? With one blink with his wet and maroon-colored eyes, Jeremy was enveloped into a concave of pitch black darkness. Jeremy felt out of place and was spiraling out of control while the once-beautiful world was crumbling around him. Darkness shrouded the frightened dark green pony and he was the only spectacle to be seen, still spinning like an out of control top. When his body finally slowed down enough he was able to recuperate his bearings. In the distance, he saw a speck of light. The shimmering diamond increased with utter beauty until Jeremy was being pounded with an annoying yet dull sound - it seems so far yet distressingly close. The light was split and layed flat onto two separate and distinct planes. Then came another instance of the disturbing and just plain irritating sound. It was getting louder, closer to Jeremy and the more he thought about it, the more familiar the sound became and all the more agonizing. This sound was trying to tell him something. It was then Jeremy realized what was happening. Darkness was losing the war while the light was creeping up on Jeremy. His eyes stopped watering and he spontaneously came back into what he firmly calls reality. BEEP, BEEP! Jeremy woke with a start with his bloodshot eyes wide open, pupils dilated. BEEP, BEEP! Jeremy propped himself up from his bed and pressed his hoof onto the button for his alarm clock, unbeknownst to him that he pressed the wrong one. He shifted under the covers for his bed, he felt sweaty and uncomfortable. His whole body was stiff. He stretched and felt relieved that his perfect-dream-that-turned-nightmare was over. He gazed into the distance through his window, with the curtains blowing from the wind revealing a partial picture of the outside world from his trailer. Immediately, his heart sank. From the looks of it, it was another seemingly beautiful morning. Upon seeing this, he felt a chill along his spine as the thought of pure dread was lurking in the back of his mind. He waited for several minutes but no sound of an explosion came. Jeremy placed his hoofs onto the floor. He trotted uneasily to his windowsill expecting an elaborate choreography of murky smolder out in the distance. Perhaps I slept through it… With his every step the floorboards of his trailer made a creaking sound -- the type of sound one would hear in old horror movie flicks in an abandoned shack. Jeremy stood in front of his window and pushed the curtains away with his fore hoofs, expecting the worst. The blue sky had no blemishes, with the exception of one lonely cloud and few scattered pegasi flying around. Phew! Must be those Weather Ponies on duty. Jerry offered himself an explanation. BEEP, BEEP! BEEP, BEEP! Jeremy fell back in surprise and trotted back to his alarm clock. He pushed his right forehoof onto the correct button this time. Gotta love those snooze-buttons, am I right? He sarcastically humored himself. He then noticed the time. It was 6:40. “What!? I’m going to be late!” Jeremy said aloud out of surprise. The forest green-colored pony retrieved his sack and craned his neck to put it onto his back. He had a whole day planned out on the farm, a bakery and a fashion boutique. He had his bits’ worth on how much he was going to do today with his friends. Huh…never thought that I would have friends… Jeremy, out of his own incompetence, lost himself in his own thoughts. He snapped out of his imaginations and picked up his comb, rather too quickly, and neatly brushed his hair with the hairdo that he always had done for years. That’s odd. It feels very weird to do that in a dream that felt so real and then do the exact same thing in real life… Jeremy just recently moved his sad excuse of a mobile home near Ponyville and already had plans to meet up with some new friends that he met on his first few days upon moving there. Just months passed and he developed deep relationships with each one of his newfound friends that just so happen to be mares. Jeremy could not bear to see his friends hurt or even express the mere thought of it. Granted, there was one particular mare that he had his sights on but even he was not sure if she was looking for an intimate relationship with a stallion. Oh well, it depends if she is interested. Although that seems mild in nature, Jeremy well knew that he wanted with all of his soul to go out with the pink pony. She has a very interesting personality and the way she makes him smile infatuates him. Pinkie… Jeremy delighted himself, reminiscing about the pink pony’s name. Despite all that, Jeremy gets the feeling that Pinkie might not be interested since the way that she acts around him is precisely the same way how she acts with every other ordinary pony. To top it all off, Jeremy himself is just afraid to show his feelings. He stopped in front of his door, hoof on the latch, obviously set to go for his ‘perfect’ day. Why did he leave….? To start a new life. Make a name for himself. Have a family perhaps. Memories are returning to Jeremy; memories he wishes to forget. That’s it! I have to stop being the cowardly stallion that my big brother tells me that I am! I got to make my move! In fact, Jeremy’s big brother is what one would call a nuisance—a bully, but not a bully many other ponies would understand. His own brother, in which he always cared for and loved dearly, was one of the many reasons why he left his hometown back in Canterlot. Little did he know that this day will not go as he originally planned, if anything, it might go even better than what he could possibly ever imagine. The sound of a door closing echoed through the trailer…