fixing a pinkie promise

by The Drifting Bard

finding the mising peice

the beginning of something magical

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the sounds of the birds echoed from the outside.
The scratching of pen on paper proved that a writer can never truly sleep.
I took a glance across the room, the house was quiet.

And I hated it.

I remember when I first arrived here, the first mare I met was seemingly snobbish, but she had an air of generosity about her. I chuckled when she introduced herself.
“Rarity? Seriously? Forgive me if I come up with any puns involving your name at any given point in time” she gave me a slightly distasteful look, but then noticed my Cutie mark, a simple quill and bass clef.
“so what is your name then, my good”
“my name is blueberry bass, just call me bass” I smiled, I was suddenly bundled into by a Pink blur.
“oh hey Rarity, have you seen the new Stallion around town?”
Rarity simply cleared her throat and point down towards me. “umm…. Hi there”
I watched as she gasped and lifted off.

That was the first time I met her, a small conversation was made between two ponies… interrupted by pure chaos.
I had trotted off down to the local bakery, Sugarcube Corner. Upon opening the door I heard the tinkle of a bell. “oh, hello dear, cant say I’ve seen you before”
I chuckled. “well, new place,” I gestured around myself “new face” then pointed to my face. I heard the melodic laughter coming from the kitchen.
It was the pink blur from before. “hey, you sounded just like one of my friends”
I raised an eyebrow. “zebra? Speaks in rhyme?”
She gasped, “how did you know?”
“yup, Zecora” I sighed, history has a tendancy to sneak up on me like… well… history.

I bought a cupcake and carried on my little adventure, floating up the cupcake with my magic. I took a bite. The flavour of the cupcake hit me like a wave of chocolate and strawberry. After I finished the cupcake, I was hit with inspiration.
Not to blow my own horn, if you pardon the unicorn pun, but being a lyricist has its perks. I quickly dashed off home, in search of my quill and parchments.

Upon my arrival, I was bombarded with a tremendous shout of “SURPRISE!”
I saw the banner, and smiled nervously. they watched as I began to hyper ventilate. I walked out and stopped, shutting the door behind me.
“too many ponies…. Holy….non-sequitor….” My breath started to slow down, but I watched as ponies came pouring out of my house.
They looked disappointed, others looked angry.
“she put a lot of time and effort into this, you jerk” a cyan Pegasus hit me in the head.
“s-s-sorry” I was shaking like a leaf.
“Rainbow, why did you do that” a Stetson wearing pony began to berate the cyan mare.
I walked in to see the pink blur taking down her hard work.
“miss?” she didn’t look at me. I trotted over to her.

She looked up at me for a moment. That’s when I recognized her for the first time.
“Pinkamena?” her head snapped up.
“Nopony’s called me that in long time” she sniffled.
I placed a hoof on her shoulder for a mille-second before retracting it again.
She turned to look at me, and finally recognized me.

“Bass?” she was surprised, genuinely surprised.
“yeah, its me” I had pulled her into a hug “look… I’m sorry for… well”
she placed a hoof on my lips, telling me to shut up.
“when you left the village… I didn’t know what to do, I found my calling shortly after… but….” Her mane was straight, just like I remembered it.
I always joked that when she finds her cutie mark, she’s be happy as anything.
“you got your mark then?” I was subconsciously eying her flank, taking note of her balloons. I suddenly heard a small inflating sound. Looking over to her, I saw her mane was slightly poofed up.

“ever since I left, I’ve been hating myself, Pinkie…”
her Striking blue eyes gazed into mine, she could see I wasn’t lying. “I found out why”
she remained silent. She closed her eyes, trying to stop a flow of tears.
“please, don’t do this to me” she spoke.
“P-pinkie”
“please don’t leave me again”
i brought her close to me. “Pinkie… Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, if I break this promise… then I will die … first song I wrote”
she gazed at me, she wanted to say something.

The sound of a balloon being blown up was heard once again.
“you were one of the best friends I had” she said to me.
I didn’t know what to say.

It was then that I was metaphorically punched in the head.
My heart began to race. sure hope this works
I silenced her.
I held her in my arms.
I kissed her passionately.
She returned the sentiments.

“Pinkie Pie, the reason I hated myself was because I left you” I stated.
A blush was visible on her pink fur.
“shall we… try the party again?”
she smiled.
“I think I’d like that a lot”
we were laid outside, watching the stars.

I grew to hate the silence, simply because it wasn’t disrupted by Pinkie Pie.
The songs… they no longer needed writing.
I had a song embedded in my heart.
The ballad of Pinkie Pie, it was never-ending.

I placed my pen down on the paper, and climbed into bed, the sight of that poofy pink-mane sending my heart a-flutter.
“Goodnight Pinks” I kissed her on the forehead.
The sight of her so still, apart from her breathing made me fall asleep.

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I awoke at sunrise. I craned my head to prevent the light hitting her eyes.
I continued to stroke her mane lovingly…
She had opened her eyes, looking at me bashfully.
“I suppose we had better talk to my friends”
I sighed, “that Cyan Pegasus certainly won’t cut me any slack”
“Well, its Dash, what do you expect?”

“one of these” I kissed her.
“aaaaand one of these” she shoved a Cupcake in my mouth as I leant in for a second smooch.
The room was filled with her melodic laughter once more.
I sighed and blew a strand of my mane out of my face… and then joined in the laughter.

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at least... that was one of the scenario's floating around in my head....
a scenario that was far from the truth.... so far fromt the truth that it hurt....

Comments

[Sugarsweet]

A-a little different, but I like it.

[The Drifting Bard]

215108 eh, Romance... its all im actually good at writing... for a guy, thats pretty damn embarassing

[Allonsbro]

D'awwww
This is really cute. Nice job

[Kintra]

I don't know Gimli. I enjoyed it. Wouldn't mind knowing a little bit more about Bass, but all in all I enjoyed it. Plus I was able to finish my sandwich as it ended.

Also, don't be ashamed of romance, Be ashamed of mutilation. Seriously romance is happy, you can feel for the character, you can embrace the flaws and quirks that makes every kiss stand out just that much more in your memory.

Never, EVER doubt the power a good romance can have. You can change the hearts and minds of more people with a well written ballad then with a blade.

[The Drifting Bard]

215157 i see your point (you mentioned a blade and i went with it) if i get inspired enough... this may get expanded

[Kintra]

215177 "don't be ashamed of romance, Be ashamed of mutilation." Thats the point, dont do cupcakes. Do pinkie. In multiple senses.

[The Drifting Bard]

215192 .... giggety

[Kintra]

215206 EEEEGSACTLY!

[Iambrony]

Kinky

[pinkmarigolddreams]

This was really sweet! A little rough and confusing to read at some points, but I generally enjoyed it.
I agree that having more background information about Bass is preferable. I think his character meshes well with Pinkie in a very interesting way!
Also, it mentions Pinkie's eyes as being magenta? Her eyes are blue. Haha.

[zombylover10]

Daaaw that was so cute I hope to see more I defenatly want to know more about bass

[The Drifting Bard]

215534 whoops