I just wanted to go to Equestria!

by Ditz

Daily Dairy Dabbling

I look at the pages of my long forgotten first journal, noticing the last bit of anything actually written being nonexistent since last year, well, except for Pinkie herself (who did her best to cheer me up after my failed attempt with… that girl I wanted to visit. I’m sure it’s been long enough that even Pinkie doesn’t recall her too well, not that it has anything to do with it, but this gets me head off that topic)

Anyway, here I am writing on it once again, almost as if I were begging it to take me back, but I know full well that’s it’ going to take what I’m going to say without a complaint. Yeah, you better take it… notebook.

“So…” I mutter, hovering my pen over the textless sheet, recalling today. I mean, it wasn’t a particularly interesting day, in fact, most of my recent days have been boring and practically drama lacking… okay, at least in terms of crazy crap, but still.

I mean, something DID happen today, but who says that has to be the reason for it, other things did happen! I'll show you.

“It started off much like a normal day…” see? I even know how to start an entry!

“Hiyah!” cries out Pinkie once. “Take that!” she shouts next. “Got you!” she continues, remaining oblivious of her own huffing and puffing as she uses the tennis racket to return the ball to the attacking 'tennis machine' or whatever it's called with loud enthusiasm.

Though it doesn’t compare to my own, and seven in the ungodly morning didn't help as I struggle to keep awake, all while she continues being the sport she is as I watch her jumping, huffing, sweating… jumping… let it be stated here that I am not being a creep.

“Morning, creep,” greets me Trixie, completely ignoring my previous paragraph and sitting next to me while needlessly asking if I was ‘enjoying the view’. Jerk.

Besides, I could always enjoy… okay, wait, telling her that would be the opposite of a good idea.

“What a surprise to see you here, and isn’t it a little early to be getting jealous?” I needfully add.

“Shut up! You know Trixie texted you! And you told me to meet you here of all places,” she shouts, shooting an unnecessarily violent punch in my general direction, and it must be stated that in my weakened position, it hurts, but just a little bit! *sniff*

“Ouch! I know!” I lie, rubbing my pained arm. “It was a joke, geez…”

“Whatever, just shut up and take this,” she mutters, suddenly dropping a book-ish thing on my lap.

“What is this?” I ask, curiously looking over the thing, noticing its notebook like shape after barely coming across Trixie’s name stamped in the cover. I almost missed it, given how it was written in a contrasting color, fancy handwriting, and a huge, noticeable font.

“Trixie knows it’s been a while, but you were curious about the fall formal and its story before, right? Constantly reminded that the event would be happening in just a few days, Trixie made this to satiate that curiosity,” she explains before I have a chance to ask, and strangely turning her face away.

“Man, I had totally forgotten abo- wait! How did you know I was curious about this?” I panic instantly. "I never told you about that!"

“Pinkie Pie did a while back,” she replies. “However, she didn’t inform Trixie of the reasoning.”

Well, that’s a relief. “Even without knowing it all, and after all this time, you still did it?”

She nods. “It was delayed, mind you, but we have been occupied with other things as you know, not to mention Trixie has her own problems, so don’t expect it to be proof-read… and please, bear with it, it's not quite what you might expect, given the research I put into it..."

“Really?” I ask, opening the notebook and glancing at the pages, looking at Trixie’s sizable, neat handwriting. “Did you really do this for me? Wow,” I turn to thank her literal back, given how she was already well on her way to leave. Luckily, I have an idea to tell her to do the exact opposite of that, and she sits back down.

“There really is no need, so Trixie doesn’t see why she should stay. She would just be getting in the way of your ogling, wouldn’t she?” she states once more with her BOLD FACED LIES.

Lies or not, her response saddens me, and looking over to the still energetic Pinkie for a second, I go and say: “Look, I am really, REALLY sorry about what happened, you know? Between us. I really wanted to make it up to you somehow…”

In response, Trixie chuckles, giving me an amused grin. “Lemon, Trixie has clearly accepted this. And this ‘us’? It wasn’t real. It was basically living a lie, we were only a thing because Pinkie Pie wasn’t around! Now you are taking her to the dance, and you two can be happy together!”

So, yeah, I have to stop her right there and there, given her response is enough to fluster me. “Yes, maybe you are right! But that doesn’t mean what we went through was lies, and all! I don’t regret our time, and you shouldn’t either!”

She recoils, looking suddenly flustered. “Perhaps? L-look, Trixie is just trying her best to… cope!” she shoots, looking down at the floor with wide eyes. “I DO treasure what we had, but I’ll admit, sometimes I feel sad and a little angry about the whole thing, and I may, well, occasionally, somewhat, just a little bit, take it out on you directly!”

Did she really just say that? “Well…”

“Don’t you start!” she nearly shouts. I do see her take a deep breath to continue. “Look, the point is that Trixie is okay with this! I care that we are still fr-, a… group! That we do things together, even with that Sentry involved at times. Just know I’m okay even if you and Pinkie do lovey-dovey things since you are both happy, and all that junk…”

“Oh my gosh!” then comes the shout of Pinkie Pie, who turns out isn’t deaf; hallelujah. She wastes no more screams and approaches us. “I love you too, Trix!” she yelps, engulfing us in a wide reaching hug. “I knew you weren’t just a grumpy-puffy-huffy!”

“I didn’t say anything about love! S-stop it!” Trixie demands, sliding off Pinkie’s grip with a clear, purple-ish blush. “And of course I’m not… whatever you said! I-I only hate you two platonically!”

Turning to Pinkie, I meet a similar look to mine, because even that sounded weird to her, and that’s saying something.

“I-in any case, Trixie doesn't think you should be stressing yourself like you were, given your condition, lady!” Trixie comments for some reason to a surprisingly silent Pinkie Pie. “Alright then, be Trixie's guest," she shrugs to end that comment.

To say I am a little lost would be a lie, but that thankfully is answered for the moment I see Pinkie reach for her stomach, likely recalling that night when Dis-… yeah. And I’m only taking part of the blame on the account that I didn’t remember—I don’t wanna remember.

“Anyway, now that Trixie is watching you two closely… why are you wearing those tennis outfits?” Trixie asks quite clearly jealous of my nifty pair of short and shirt combo, and while she is clearly just trying to avoid her earlier nonsense, it was a valid question.

“We are testing these for Rarity!” Pinkie replies instead, pointing at her top (and very shamelessly lifting the front part of her sports skirt, I will add) to show it off. “Well, actually, I would be testing both pairs, but Rarity said that I couldn’t test men’s clothes because she needed a man to do it, but then she said Lemon was close enough, and he tried!”

“Uh huh,” Trixie utters, turning to me instead. “Meaning…?”

“Rarity wanted to test the clothes out in their ‘natural habitat’ and we were ‘readily available’,” I explain, but not without further adding. “Then Pinkie came up with the idea to test both pairs of clothes on her own after I got tired, but I wasn’t too keen on ‘naked time’ as she then tried to ta-”

“Okay, this is stupid. Shouldn’t have asked,” Trixie sighs my explanation short, shaking her head. “Honestly, Trixie was just curious as to how you two got into the tennis court. Isn’t this usually reserved for the team to practice?”

Good question. “Hmm… Pinkie would know,” as it turns out, I really didn’t ask about that little nugget of information. “Hey Pinkie, how did you get permission from the team to do this, anyway?”

I get a bad feeling the moment Pinkie tilts her head with a confused brow raise. “Permission?”

Then, as if struck by some sort of timing god, the voice of a girl booms behind us. “Hey! What do you three think you are doing here!?”

Nothing else really is said as we run the hell out of there, looking back only to shout out apologies for the intruding, and it’s not much longer till we make it back to the school proper. So, yeah, that happened.

Oh god, I hope Celestia doesn’t call us in, I nearly expect her to have a long speech against me, but not before gluing me to the chair and showing me my file which would just be the worst... yeah, I have a very specific fear, what about it? Potential outcome aside, Trixie doesn’t waste time to complain after we change, all while Pinkie puts the clothes in her back without even reacting, so that just shows how used she has gotten to all of this.

That being said, I just have to ask her the obvious question: “Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t get permission from the coach, Pinkie?”

Focused on her packing, she doesn’t even acknowledge the question until she is done, turning with a thoughtful gesture, tapping a finger on her cheek. “Hmm… I forgot! But Dashie was okay with it, so I’m sure it’ll be fine!”

Trixie and I bond further by incredulously looking between each other and Pinkie. Clearly, I shouldn’t wonder what friendship could be, because the answer was really right there in that dirty hallway all along.

“Enough of this,” Trixie says, probably having had enough of us. “Trixie needs to go, there are things she needs to deal with!”

“Oh, me too!” Pinkie announces, skipping towards Trixie, further proclaiming that she has to go return the clothes, then turning to me, eagerly awaiting to grab my hand so we can skip together towards the sunrise.

Knowing her, she was probably thinking just that.

“Actually, Trixie believes it best if we were to leave him be, surely, he has some reading to catch up to, don’t you Lime?” Trixie says, giving me this weird look that can only be described by looking at it, but I can assure that it was a look for sure.

“Y-you got it!” I answer expertly realizing her plan, though turning to her and seeing a scowl wasn’t the acknowledgment I was expecting to receive.

“Yeah, very convincing, Lime,” she states with oozing distaste, sarcastically even.

“I agree!” Pinkie nods satisfied (clearly falling for my great trickery) grabbing Trixie’s hand. “Come on! We gotta go see Rarity!”

“H-huh?” Trixie squeaks out, suddenly grabbed and pulled by an overenthusiastic Pinkie Pie. “W-wait! Trixie has somewhere to be! Aaaah!” I wave the pair goodbye with a satisfied grin that Trixie doesn’t look too happy about, but I’m sure a human can’t have a look as bad as the one she gave me earlier, so I bet she is okay with it.

Once they are gone, I sit down in a nearby bench, taking in the silence that I’d been left in now that they are gone. Not gonna lie, it’s refreshing to be early at school and not have some person randomly cut my thoughts sho-

OH CRAP I ALMOST FORGOT!

Reaching into my backpack, I take out the notebook Trixie gave me earlier, giving it another look over for a couple of seconds, while feeling as if something were weighing down on my shoulders… I still feel like the damn thing is mocking me with the full blunt of its inanimateness. “Do I wanna tempt fate? What would be the point? I mean, I’ve pretty much resigned myself to just living my life.”

Such thoughts run amok in my head, but…

“Wait, what is this?” I say as I notice some barely visible words that read ‘The Falling’ right under her subtly written name. “Huh, that sounds ominous enough that I NEED to look into it!”

In hindsight, it isn’t the best of reasons to look into it, but I am going through the most ostentatious, full of it prologue to get to a part that actually matters, so I’m not stopping now.

… and according to Gran-Gran, the events that occurred nearly twenty one years ago are strange, and yet, no one speaks of them. For some reason, the whole thing is shrouded in an air of mystery, to the point that even she was unable to recall much.

I recall Pinkie having said something among those lines. Not to mention the timeline is surprisingly similar to what was mentioned when I met Chry- er, those two.

Whether it was a coincidence or not, I’m too curious to turn back now.

There is a part in the city which remains in ruins to this day, “Everfree Street” as it is usually referred to by the signposts. Normally, this would be a terrible thing to leave unattended, as there are dangers to leaving rubble around, but given its existence for as long as it has been, it's clearly a nonissue. Still, this was to remain a landmark of the city, and one that remains largely ignored, save from some thugs that seem to laze about there.

Reading just confirms it's the same place (having met Babs who was with those ‘thugs’ there) but this just feels like pointless buildup, I guess she did say it required proofreading.

At this point, you must be growing exhausted of my meandering, but Trixie promises she is getting there, so stop your dumb complaints, and continue reading.

Okay, it’s scary how well she knows me at this point.

According to grandma, there was a struggle between two groups dealing with another that brought about some of the worst type of disaster around… and yet, all of it congregated into that area. She continued explaining that the riots involving the three sides were strange, as they usually led to the rubble that’s there, and yet, there were no explosions or anything of the sort, and she says there were no crowds bringing about the destruction. She reiterates that her memories on the matter are just fuzzy for some reason, though, I can’t understand why that’s the case.

“Who? What? Why? What does this even mean?” okay, this sounds super weird, even by the shit I have gone through. But that’s to think later because I’m going back in!

To this day, the cause of these events has yet to be found, the culprits were never captured, and the source of the destruction never even caught on film… It became one of the strangest non-describable things to ever occur in the history of this town, and as such, remains a subject of intrigue; or it would be, if anyone would show any, given how other people I've questioned haven't done so.

For whatever reason, no one has investigated the issue, not even I have… it is strange, I have felt the need to know more, and yet, I keep making promises that remain empty. Why is this the case? I honestly can't tell, but what I can affirm that something big definitely transpired twenty years ago, and there isn’t anyone out there who seems to know, or even WANT to.

… It's a bit terrifying to think about.

The rest of the notes simply relay information about the area regarding history, surrounding areas, and population (basically filler material that she felt would be useful, bless her dedication). Wait, what the fuck do I care? I just read this entire thing and got what sounds like an attempt at writing a spooky story.

“So, what now?” I groan as I lay my head back on the bench, my mind wondering to the words in the notebook. Would Trixie lie about such things? Probably not. And I’m sure it must have taken some effort to ACTUALLY write what she did down, given how ridiculous and little information she managed to get.

I suppose the next step involves me finding out more, though I’m positive that simply going there won’t do me any good. Well, I do know of someone who could help, a certain woman. She pointed a gun at me that one time…

“Oh, look, it’s getting late! I should totally go find Sunset right now!” I-I’ll just think about this later. Much later. Another time… much another time.

Making my way into the lunch-cafeteria-food-room place, I notice what I believe to be the strangest forms sitting together in my usual eating spot, so I edge closer, noticing Trixie and Flash sitting. Together. TALKING! This is either the biggest face, or heel turn ever.

As I move closer, I can listen to the hushed sounds of their voices, so yeah, that’s suspicious enough to call my attention and ask them what they are secretly talking to each other about, maybe I can get in on that action.

“Nothing!” they reply simultaneously. Damn, third wheeled in one fell swoop.

“Alright! Geez…” I take a seat, looking at Flash who actually decided to show his face for once, but then I remember I was doing something else, so I ignore him completely and turn to Trixie. “So, just wondering, you seen Sunset?”

“Sunset?” she replies, humming to herself. “Well, Trixie believes that if she isn’t around at this point, then that means she is probably not here at all and actually somewhere else, don’t you think?” she explained like a jerk, though I figure that’s just her being super mad because I laughed at her earlier.

“Gee, thanks… but that’s weird, she is usually here around now,” worried, I take out my phone and send a text her way. REALLY hoping Sunset isn’t the one turning heel.

But my worries seem unfounded when a text ring just seconds later with her response: ‘with dad will b late’

“Is that her? Is she alright?” Flash surprises by asking me so suddenly. Yes, I’m FINE thanks for asking.

“Yeah, she is alright, just doing something,” I explain grudgingly. “Meaning I wasted my time, so I’m going to go wait for her in class. Later guys, don’t be strangers… that goes double for you, Flash,” he just shrugs, and I walk away. Fighting back would only make him stronger.

Well, at least he seems to be fine, and things will just fall back into place as usual when I get to class. At least I’ll have a story to tell Sunset when I get there.

…

“Where is she?” I ask the seat next to me, half-expecting a response. Half a class has passed, and Sunset still hasn’t shown up, and the worst part is that texting is impossible because ‘school is for learning’ and Mr. Cranky Doodle said I was being a slave to the phone demons, but I don’t have a problem, I can stop anytime I want!

“Stop daydreaming, Mr. Lime!” he calls me out, forcing me to focus on his boring class again.

“Sorry, Mr. Doodle,” I apologize, getting resounding giggles from the other students in the class.

Flustered Mr. Teacher-man isn’t taken that sitting down, so he gets up. “It’s Doo. Doo! Honestly, this is not the attitude a graduating student should have,” he states, giving the room a sweep with his bored, almost lifeless stare. “You all need to be ready for finals coming up, ready for what the future will bring! You don’t get to do high school all over again.”

“Patrick did,” I whisper without realizing it, catching myself by surprise.

Huh, I hadn’t really thought of that much, but I’m totally getting a second chance at an education, a second chance at a different future for that matter. But is it an opportunity for ‘Lemon’ to make something of himself? Or really, just ‘Patrick’ getting a second shot? Have I changed enough that I’m having doubts on who ‘I’ am as a person? I have been referring myself as Lemon more often than not…

Bah! I don’t need to have this quarterly-life crisis now, Sunset needs me… or at least I hope she does.

The moment class ends, I rush out the classroom, phone in hand. Hopefully I can bump into her before next cla- “Aaah!” I yelp, noticing Sunset in front of me, barely managing to stop before crashing straight into me.

“I’m sorry!” she quickly apologizes, looking up to notice my face. “L-Lemon! Oh no, it’s class already over? I’m so sorry, I was with dad, and then I w-”

“Quiet,” I stop her by placing a hand over her mouth, sighing a breath of relief. “I’m sure we can figure it out, so how about we get to class?” thankfully, she gives me a quick nod and we are off.

Guess I was worried over nothing, huh?

"Huh..." I hum, trying my best to recall anything else to write about. I mean, stuff happened! Like, um, er... "Oh! I know!"

“The gym is looking awesome!” is the first thing I’m met with when I make it to the lunch room with Sunset, that thing being Pinkie spouting words loudly and without any care to how she looks, and that look being her talking with her mouth full. “Oh, and, and there was this girl…!”

“Girl, yeah, good…” I slowly respond as I sit down. “Maybe you should try swallowing before talking, Pinkie,” I eagerly recommend.

“Qight!” she continues on, swallowing the mess in her mouth rather easily. “So, there was this girl who entered the Fall Formal to compete with Rarity! Oh, an-”

“The Fall Formal?” comes the interruption of Rainbow Dash. “That contest is sooo dumb! I bet I could give Rarity some good competition by entering it!”

I feel my eyes straining as I hold the urge to roll my eyes too far back. “Right, sure… Pinkie, could you just tell me later? I’d rather save me the ego trip.”

This isn’t taken well by RD, who…

“Well, crap. I guess that’s really it,” I realize, putting my pencil down. “Nothing really interesting happened after that.”

Looking back into it, I guess it was mostly just a normal day, I mean, Trixie’s notebook brought up some weird stuff, but otherwise? It was just there, doing normal stuff that I figure a kid that age would do.

“And who cares about Everfree Street? It’s not my problem anymore!” I declare with ease, jumping on my bed without a care. I mean, sure, it’s weird, but why do I have to deal with it? All I have to do is ignore it, and figure out myself.

Huh, that was surprisingly easier to accept than expected.

*Beep* Phone noises fill the room, taking me out of my newfound ease in not giving a crap. I pick it up, and see ‘Ponka’ as the recipient. Little late at night, but that’s a person I actually care about.

‘hiya!!!’ reads her message.

‘Sup pinkie’

‘send you an email with pics of the gym! Dont you think it looks super cool and awesome?? \(ˆ⌣ˆ)/ ’

‘kk i’ll check them out,’

‘i hope you like it because I wanted to put more balloons but rarity was like no and she took down some of them be-’ the text is cut short for some reason, but a smaller response comes seconds later, reading: ‘cake dad caught me gtg bed, love you goodnight!’

‘Night, love you too,’ a smile creeps on my face as I send the message. “Yeah, I think I’ll be fine not giving a crap about Everfree.”

Figuring that looking at her pictures wouldn’t be a bad way to end the night, I open the email, and sort through the pics send; the pictures are just as crazy looking as they would be, given who was taking them, though I have to agree… that’s a lot of ballons.

“What the…?” I stop, noticing half a face caught in one of the pictures that seems familiar. “No, it can’t be,” I quickly open the picture and zoom in, looking carefully at it once again, noticing the purple skin, double colored hair, and overall face look. “Twilight…?”

Checking it numerous times, I easily realize it is her, well, minus the shriveled, tired look, glasses, and coat. What is she doing here? Why now?