//------------------------------// // The Lonesome Plush // Story: Tubby, the Plush Pony // by GodOfBBQ //------------------------------// The Lonesome Plush It’s been about a month since you’ve received Patches for your birthday and ever since then things have been pretty easier around your house. Patches would help with cleaning and other chores, she’d cook for you and keep you company. Whenever you felt sad or lonely, she would cuddle with you, and given her small size, she was the perfect size for hugging. Patches herself was a very cheerful plushie. While she didn’t know what a lot meant or was, she was still very smart. But it was a little funny when she would discover something new and would interact with it. It was very adorable when she found your radio and would think somepony was stuck inside the little box. But recently, she’s been a lot more, slower. She hasn’t been as cheerful and happy as usual. She’s more sad and upset looking. Like something’s wrong, but she won’t say what it is. To solve this little problem, you decide to confront her about her odd behavior. It’s a slightly gloomy day. Not gloomy enough to look as if it’ll rain soon, but gloomy enough for clouds to fill the entire sky. It’s also a little cold, so you and Patches sit on the sofa, a large blanket covering the two of you as you snuggle and relax on such a chilly day. But the original objective to ask Patches what was wrong popped back into your mind. Why must you ask something like this on such a relaxing moment. But, you decide to bite the bullet and ask her what’s the matter. “Hey, Patches… You’ve been acting odd lately. Is something wrong?” She looks up at you, her face seems fine but you can see the depression in her eyes. Even if they were only buttons. She grabs her little whiteboard and marker and begins to write down her answer. She finishes writing and turns the board towards you. “I’m fine. Really” You read aloud. You give her a ‘Really’ face. She isn’t the best liar, so it’s easy to see through her little fibs. She lets out a silent sigh and wipes the words off the whiteboard. She writes again and turns it back to you to read. “I feel lonely.” You read. “Lonely? Patches, you have me. How can you feel lonely?” You ask. She writes once again, when she reveals what she has written, you’re surprised to find it longer than her usual replies. “Because I’m the only patch pony. I love spending time with you, I really do. But I feel like you and I don’t connect as well as we should since I’m a plushie, and you’re a human. I wish I had somepony who knew what it’s like to be a plushie. I wish I had a patch friend.” As you finish reading, you look at Patches who has a sad expression on her face. You can’t help but hold and hug the plushie tight. You know how she feels, yeah she has you and you two are the best of friends, but she wants somepony who she can deeply connect with. Somepony who’s a plush pony like her. It was like when you first arrived to Ponyville. You felt a little lonely being the only human in a world of ponies. But Twilight and her gang were so nice to you; nicer than the humans you came across back on earth, to the point where it didn’t matter. You learned to live with the fact you were the only human. But for Patches, it could be harder for her. It was safe to assume that it would affect her in some major way. “Don’t worry Patches. I’ll find a way to help. I promise, okay? Please don’t be sad.” You beg. You feel her grasp around your neck tighten, she’s hugging you as hard as she can, which surprisingly, is really hard. She pulls away and picks up her board again and writes. When finished she shows you the message and you read, “Can we cuddle the problems away?” You can’t help but smile and feel a warm fuzzy feeling from within. You pick her up and pull her close to your chest. You lie down on the couch and you and Patches cuddle. She burrows her head under your chin and hugs you tight. Given her small size, her fore hooves are wrapped around your upper-back, while her hind legs are wrapped around your lower-back. It’s a little cute how she can’t really cuddle you, but latches onto your torso. Now you had to help her. It would be wrong of you to just let her feel this way. Twilight made sure to help you fit in and feel like everypony else, so you should do the same. Starting tomorrow, you will help the lonesome plushie. ~***~ Today was yesterday’s tomorrow and you were on a quest to help Patches with her problem. You had told Patches you would be home in time for lunch, you said all you were going to do was a little window shopping, but in reality, you were going to the two ponies who you knew could help Patches with her loneliness. The same ponies who created the plush pony in the first place. The first place you knew you had to visit first was Lyra’s shop, where she took orders for ponies to make dolls, and orders for various string instruments. But her best source of income was the doll making. Almost everypony and their grandma wanted a plush from this mare. You rushed over to Lyra’s small shop, ignoring most of the “Hellos” and “Greetings” the ponies would say to you. In no time, you arrive at Lyra’s shop. As you enter the door, a small bell goes off and alerts the unicorn that she has a customer. When she comes from the back of her shop, she’s instantly happy to see you. “Hey Anon! How are you doing?” She asks. “I’m fine Lyra. How’re you and Bon?” “I’m fine, Bonnie’s fine. We’re all doing great. So, how can I help you?” She asks kindly. “Well, I don’t need help really. But, Patches does.” You explain. “Patches? You mean the plushie I made for you? The same plushie Twilight enchanted?” “The one and only, and that’s the problem. She literally is the one and only. She told me she feels alone and she doesn’t truly connect with anypony. She told me that she shouldn’t feel lonely since I’m with her, but she wants somepony she could relate to. Somepony like her. Another plush pony” You explain, you notice Lyra with a sad face and you ask her what’s wrong. “I never thought that she’d feel lonely. I thought Twilight enchanted her to only feel happiness and joy. Not, loneliness and sadness. Maybe we should talk to Twilight about this, she’ll explain what’s wrong.” Lyra concluded. “But will you still help?” You ask. “Of course, Patches is special to both you and me, and even Twilight. I’ll help you with her problem. But first, we need to talk to Twilight.” Lyra says seriously. More serious sounding than she’s ever sounded. You knew that things have gotten real.