Part 7 Dan Vs. Love: Chapter 45 Dan Vs. Pinkie’s Birthday Party
The Wheel and the Butterfly
A Dan X Pinkie Pie saga
Part 7 Dan Vs. Love
Chapter 45 Dan Vs. Pinkie’s Birthday Party
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More music, sorta a montage thing. If you are against going to this Goggle docs link for some reason, I suppose you can just sing The Proclaimers’ I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) to yourself at the beginning of this.
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A digital alarm clocks cuts through the silence of a peaceful night. From under dimly lit covers of a bed, an angry hand shoots to snatch the offending device.
Just as quickly, a slim, lightly gauzed wrapped, feminine, nail polished hand shoots out and envelops the first hand, gently pulling it off the alarm and maneuvering as it holds the hand below it to hit a button on the device with an index finger.
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Dan and Pinkie groggily rise from the bed stretching and yawning. Dan in nothing but his boxers, Pinkie in a set of pink pajamas adorned with her cutie mark on the chest.
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Pinkie grabs Dan’s hand and drags the near catatonic man out of the bedroom, grabs a neatly piled set of black and blue clothing for him off the dresser as she does, and pushes the clothes in Dan’s chest and the man into the bathroom.
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Pinkie sets a glass full of a dark red, viscous liquid in front of Dan who picks up the glass and downs the contents. His barely open eyes and sleepy expression are suddenly replaced with giant, saucer sized pupils and a large, mad grin.
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Pinkie and Dan walk down a street, streetlight illuminating their walk as a white shirted, black vested, cutoff jean clad Pinkie laughs at Dan who is emphatically, and excitedly motioning out with his hands as his mouth moves nonstop.
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Dan feverishly dumps cups full of flour, spoonfuls of various substances, and a large bowl full of a white lumpy substance into a huge mixing bowl and begins feverishly attacking the contents with a hand held electric mixer.
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Dan and Pinkie slowly ascend the stairs to their apartment, frosting of various colorful streaked across their faces, arms draped over eachother as they make the laborious journey up each step.
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The door to the apartment opens and Dan and Pinkie simply fall forward unto the ground as Mr. Mumbles bounds up and begins licking frosting off Dan’s face.
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Pinkie looks down at a tray of steaming hot muffins in the oven, looks at her bandaged hands, and leans her face down towards the tray, opens her mouth and…
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…has her face swatted by a large, red, rolled up pot holder courtesy of a displeased looking Dan. He hands her the pot holder and Pinkie takes it in her mouth and proceeds to use it to take the hot tray out of the oven.
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Dan drives by the Antique Mall and catches his reflection in the mirror still on display. He points at his eyes with his index and middle finger and points back to his own reflect in an ‘I’m keeping my eyes on you’ fashion.
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Dan opens the door to the apartment holding a two large Burgerphile bags in his hand.
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Pinkie immediately wraps her arms around Dan, kisses him on the cheek, and gleefully grabs one of the bags out of his hand.
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The two roommates sit down on their blue couch together as they happily munch away on hamburgers and fries, illuminated by the warm glow of the TV in front of them. Pinkie smiles contently as she leans her head down on Dan’s shoulder.
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A red floral design shirted, jean clad Pinkie and black ‘JERK’ shirted, jean clad Dan trudge out of the apartment, over the apartment walkway, down stairs, and down a familiar street, bleary eyed and exhausted.
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A red floral design shirted, jean clad Pinkie snoozes peacefully; hands latched around Dan’s neck as he tramps back the other direction across the street.
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Dan deposits the sleeping Pinkie Pie on the bed, and collapses on it himself. Immediately passing out next to the pink haired woman.
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A frazzled looking Dan and Pinkie collide with each other in the bakery kitchen, the two crash to the floor dropping a large, wooden spoon and baking spatula; Pinkie landing on top of Dan. Dan grumbles irritable until he looks up into the smiling face of the woman above him.
Pinkie brushes her hair from her face, leans her head down, and cringes as Crunchy walks in holding a sheet of paper.
Dan lobs a wooden spoon at Crunchy, hitting him in the face. This is quickly followed by the baking spatula that also hits its target.
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Pinkie sits on Dan’s lap in the tiny break room, arms encircling his neck. The two look deep into each other’s eyes, lean forward, and slump their shoulders as D.H. throws open the door to the room and frantically points outside.
Outside Dan and Pinkie survey the dining room as it is besieged by a small group of irate, winged monkeys that are terrorizing customers and throwing baked goods about. Chris flails about as a winged monkey claws at him from a perch on his shoulder.
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Dan smacks a palm against his forehead as Pinkie quickly trudges off and returns with a broom, an unamused expression plastered on her face.
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Dan, wearing his red ‘KISS THE JERK’ apron opens his oven with a light-blue oven mitt covered hand, and pulls out a meatloaf with the same hand. He glances over to a pink framed picture sitting on top of his CD player and sighs happily at the picture of him smiling with his arms around the shoulders of an exuberant Pinkie.
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Dan contently and absentmindedly runs his hands through the thick, pink, curly hair of the sleeping girl who has rested her head against his bare chest under the covers of the bed they share. He frowns as he attempts to lift his hand and find that he can’t get it out of the tangled mass.
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A sleepy looking Pinkie Pie wheels a sleeping Dan, who is strapped to a dolly, down the street as Dan snores away.
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An exhausted looking Dan wheels a sleeping Pinkie Pie, who is strapped to a dolly, up the street as Pinkie snoozes away.
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Dan slowly lowers Pinkie onto their bed and smiles as he brushes an errant, curly strand of hair from her face, and kisses her forehead.
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D.H. walks behind the counter to the bakery carrying a tray of cupcakes, slips, and flings several colorful projectiles into the faces and bodies of Dan and Pinkie as they stand behind the register.
Dan and Pinkie merely sigh as Pinkie pulls out an identical looking tray of cupcakes and walks off towards the dining area with it.
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Dan crawls up the stairs to the apartment, reaching out for each step and strenuously pulling himself up. Feminine looking arms and hands are wrapped around his neck, attached to a sleeping Pinkie Pie who snoozes on his back.
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Dan reaches up to the knob of the apartment from his crawling position and opens the door, slumping half into the apartment as he continues to crawl inside, Pinkie Pie still clinging to his neck and snoring away.
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Pinkie excitedly bounds up the apartment stairs as Dan grumpily follows her.
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A small, green alligator wearing a teal party hat stares vacantly at the excited looking girl wearing a yellow and light-blue striped party hat on top of her pink mop of hair. Pinkie joyfully converses with her mute pet through the tiny compact mirror.
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Dan stares irritably back at the alligator as Pinkie starts changing the pointed cone he is wearing over and over again with a large collection of striped, polka-dotted, and colorful party hats.
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From behind the alligator, Spike and Rarity point towards Dan and giggle to themselves as Pinkie continues to change the cardboard apparel atop his head.
Dan shouts at them, causing them to pause, but Fluttershy walks into view and begins gently chastising Dan who folds his arms and looks away with a sullen expression.
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Wally hands Dan a rectangular slip of paper that Dan examines.
Dan’s eyes widen and a wicked grin emerges across his face.
Wally also hands a similar slip to Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie smiles proudly to herself as she examines her own little sheet of paper.
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Chris parks his blue sedan in front of the Antique Mall as Dan throws open the passenger door and gleefully runs into the store. Chris following.
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Dan happily hands an elderly looking gentleman eight $100 bills and motions emphatically to the mirror. The man smiles back at Dan and waves an arm at the mirror.
Dan grins a toothy, devilish smile to himself as he wrings his hands together.
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Dan pauses as a finger taps his shoulder. He looks up towards Chris who points to the large mirror then out to his car with an unhappy expression on his face.
Chris holds his hands up and out in the rough dimensions of the mirror and shrinks the motions down as he nods to the car.
Dan turns and snarls and starts animatedly waving his hands about as he yells at Chris.
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Dan faces Chris, Dan walking backwards as Chris and him hold the mirror up and trudge past stores, across streets, past fast-food restaurants, over sidewalks, past palm tree after palm tree, past nice house, past okay looking houses, past run down looking houses, and finally make their way to a set of familiar looking stairs.
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The two carefully make it to the apartment door as Dan carefully unlocks and opens the door, a hand still firmly gripping the mirror as Chris strains under its considerable weight.
The two walk the mirror in and place it carefully on its stand on the apartment floor.
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Their job complete, Dan wipes sweat from his forehead as Chris woozily collapses on top of him.
Dan screams angrily at Chris as he finds the much larger man’s bulk near impossible to crawl out from under.
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Pinkie and Dan walked up the stairs to their apartment, enjoying the two days in a row of them returning to the apartment when the sun was actually still out.
“Oh! I’m so excited for Gummy’s after-party!” Pinkie exclaimed.
Dan rolled his eyes, “Another thrilling evening of talking to a vacant looking creature, can’t wait.” He responded to the pink raglan, pink denim short, yellow and light blue stocking, hot-pink sneaker wearing girl flatly.
“IKNOWRIGHT?!” Pinkie responded exuberantly as she unlocked the door to apartment 8, and threw open the door.
“SURPRISE!”
“Meow!”
Pinkie paused and stared blankly as Chris and Elise jump into sight. She glanced around the apartment and noticed balloons, streamers, a banner that read ‘Happy Birthday, Pinkie!’, and even Mr. Mumbles in a party hat.
“Happy Birthday, you vacant looking creature, you.” Dan said lifting a hand up to ruffle Pinkie’s hair.
Pinkie inhaled a huge volume of air, “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!” She exclaimed excitedly.
Elise laughed, “Haha…Pinkie you have to be the easiest person ever to throw a surprise party for!” She declared.
Pinkie giggled nervously to herself.
“Hey, Pinkie!” Chris exclaimed excitedly! “We brought you a cake!”
Pinkie’s and Dan’s happy expressions crashed and burned into a blazing fireball of dread.
“An ice-cream cake!” Chris added
Dan breathed a sigh of relief.
Pinkie put her palms together and held them at a point towards her chin. “Thank you, Celestia.” She murmured, looking up to the sky.
The two roommates entered the apartment.
“Oh, what is this bull-hooky?!” Dan exclaimed motioning towards a wood grain coffee table with a shelf underneath the table surface, a large black folding table, and a matching set of folding chairs; all with pink ribbons wrapped around them.
Elise rolled her eyes. “We thought you two could use some real furniture.”
“Awww, I think that’s very thoughtful!” Pinkie exclaimed joyfully. “Come here, you two!”
Elise and Chris happily approached Pinkie as she wrapped her arms around them and gave them a tight squeeze.
“Well…the table and chairs can stay, but there’s no way we’re replacing the crate!” Dan insisted as he crossed his arms quickly and threw them out in front of him. “It’s been just like a crate to me.”
Pinkie broke her hug and walked up to Dan with a smile. “Dan, I’m sure there’s room in our lives for both the coffee table and the crate.”
Dan folded his arms and looked away with a brooding expression. “Oh…all right.” He walked over to the crate and leaned in close to it. “Don’t worry buddy,” He whispered, “that coffee table has got to sleep sometime!”
“Dan,” Chris said flatly, “You’re talking to a crate.” He pointed out.
“Cratey is very sensitive, Chris.” Pinkie insisted.
Dan motioned out to his roomie. “See! She gets it! Besides,” Dan pointed at Elise and Chris, “you’re not supposed to buy people things they need on their birthday! You’re supposed to buy them frivolities they don’t really need but want anyways!” Dan insisted with an irritated tone.
Chris raised an eyebrow. “Kinda like your gift, you mean?
Dan smiled smugly. “Yep.”
Pinkie inhaled air as if she was trying to deplete the entire apartment of oxygen. “DAN! You got me something?!” Pinkie exclaimed exuberantly. “Show me, show me, show me!” She pleaded clasping her hands together under her chin.
Dan flashed Chris a quick smile then looked back at Pinkie. “Close your eyes.”
Pinkie smiled wide with an audible squee and closed her eyes, giddily shaking with anticipation.
Dan grabbed her wrist and gently led her into the bedroom, Chris and Elise followed.
Dan led Pinkie towards the sliding door of the closet, her weapons neatly stacked against the wall on the side.
“Alright, open them.” Pinkie did as commanded and stared blankly at the closet door in front of her.
Dan chuckled. “You need to open the door, you nimrod.”
“Oh, right… I knew that…” Pinkie said, extending a pink, nail polished hand towards the round, metal indent that served as the closet handle and pulling the door aside.
Pinkie clasped a hand to her mouth as she gasped loudly, looking at her own reflection.
Dan smiled wide to himself as he watched Pinkie slowly move a hand towards the mirror’s frame, and gently slid her hand up the silver lining, lightly touching the butterfly at the top. Tears began to form in her eyes.
Dan frowned.
Uh-oh, she’s crying.
I screwed up.
Stupid, Stupid! A mirror?! What were you thinking?!
I knew I should have gotten her that flame-thrower!
“Da…Dan?” Pinkie choked out.
“Uh…It’s fine Pinkie, you’re real present is…is…” Dan’s attempt to find an excuse was foiled as Pinkie quickly turned, wrapped her arms around him, and buried her wet eyes in his shirt.
“Uh…” Dan responded, not sure what was going on at this point.
Pinkie looked into Dan’s green eyes with teary, sky-blue eyes and gave him a happy smile. “Dan…this is…this is the nicest, most thoughtful, best preset anyone has got me EVER!”
Dan breathed a sigh of relief. “Glad you like it.”
“Like it?!” Pinkie exclaimed breaking the hug to hold Dan at arm’s length. “I love it!” She announced.
Pinkie slowly moved her head closer to Dan’s and pursed her lips.
Dan closed his eyes and did the same.
Elise giggled and elbowed her husband lightly in the ribs.
Pinkie blushed and stopped, remembering Dan and her had an audience. She cleared her throat.
Dan opened his eyes. “What?” He looked past Pinkie catching Chris and Elise’s reflection. “Oh.” He turned and fixed the two of them with an irritated gaze.
Chris held up his hands defensively. “It’s okay, we can give you two a moment… Right, honey?” Chris said looking down at his wife.
Elise sighed disappointedly. “Uh…I mean, of course!” She said with a slightly nervous smile.
Dan merely grumbled. “It’s okay, with our luck, a rabid wolverine from space would fly into the window and start attacking us with psychic beams.” He mused.
“Shhhhh!” Pinkie said, waving her hands in front of her. “Don’t give him ideas!”
Dan cocked an eyebrow at her. “Give who ideas?”
Pinkie waved a dismissive hand, “Never mind.” She looked towards Chris and Elise. “Alright, gang! I’d say this party could use a little conga line and a lot of music!” She announced.
Dan shimmed behind Pinkie and placed his hands on her hips. “Alright, birthday girl, lead the way to the stereo.”
Chris and Elise chuckled as Chris placed his hands on Dan’s hips and Elise placed hers on Chris’s.
Pinkie gleefully led the small train of people out of the bedroom.
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“Bye, Chris! Bye, Elise!” Pinkie said out the apartment door into the night as she waved. “Thanks again for all the great gifts and the ice-cream cake!”
“Bye, Pinkie!” Elise called back. “See you soon!”
Pinkie closed the door and grinned at her roommate who was sitting on the couch; already getting use out of the new coffee table by resting his feet.
“So...” Dan began. “I’m guessing you want to look at that stupid looking pet of yours through a much larger mirror.”
Pinkie’s smile widened. “He can wait just another minute.”
“Oh? What did you hav...AH!” Dan exclaimed in alarm as Pinkie got a running start towards the couch, jumped over the coffee table, pounced on top of him, pinned him to the couch and began raining kisses all over his cheeks and forehead.
“Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!”
“Pinkie, you goofball,” Dan said chuckling, “you don’t need to actually say ‘Mwah’” each time.”
Pinkie giggled. “I know, Dan. Oh! One more…”
Dan paused as Pinkie positioned her face over his. For a second, he thought she was going to kiss him on the lips. Instead, Pinkie leaned down and planted a kiss on his nose.
“Mwah!” Pinkie snickered. “Heheh, all right! All done!” She announced rolling off of Dan, off the couch, and onto her feet. She bounded over to the side of the couch and leaned down to pick up her pink bag that was propped against the couch. She reached and pulled out her compact mirror, set her bag down on the coffee table shelf, reached over to grab Dan’s wrist, helped him up, then walked into the bedroom, Dan in tow.
Pinkie sat on the edge of the bed, and Dan sat next to her as she opened the compact mirror.
She was greeted by the sight of Twilight’s library decorated with balloons, streamers, a large banner that read ‘Happy Birthday, Pinkie!’, a smaller banner that read ‘Happy Day After Your Birthday, Gummy’, her friends happily chatting and milling about, and Gummy wearing a part hat sitting on a snack table.
Twilight turned to the mirror, noticing Pinkie’s happy face. “Happy Birthday, Pinkie!” She said cheerfully.
The other four ponies present and baby dragon likewise turned and wished Pinkie a happy birthday.
Pinkie beamed at her friends. “Thanks, everypony!” She grinned excitedly. “You’ll never believe what Dan got me!”
Twilight chuckled. “Does it explode or shoot fire?”
Pinkie giggled. “Nope!”
“You’re right, I don’t believe it.” Twilight said with a grin.
Dan leaned over into view of the mirror. “That was, ‘plan b’, however.” He said with a wry grin.
The ponies and dragon shared a laugh.
“Of course it was.” Twilight commented.
“Lookie, lookie!” Pinkie exclaimed. She quickly turned the compact mirror to face the large, full length mirror sitting in her closet.
A chorus of “ooh”s and “aah”s erupted from the mirror.
“Dan! It’s gorgeous!” Rarity exclaimed.
“Nice going, bro!” Spike said.
“Pretty…” Fluttershy murmured.
“Heh, pretty cool.” Rainbow Dash remarked.
“Nice going, partner.” Applejack added.
“…” Responded Gummy.
“Beautiful and practical!” Twilight commented. “Just one sec...”
There was a flash of purple light from the compact and then another from the larger mirror. Soon the party was in full view of Dan and Pinkie from the large mirror in the open closet.
“Wow! Awesome!” Spike commented.
Pinkie clapped her hands excitedly. “This is great! I can see you all so much better now!” She sat down the compact mirror she was holding and held up her palms. “And look! No hands!” Pinkie said giggling.
Rainbow Dash held up her hoofs. “Oh, like not having hands is such a big deal!” She commented with a smile.
Dan rolled his eyes as everyone else joined in laughter.
“Come on, everypony!” Pinkie exclaimed. “Three cheers for Dan!”
Dan grinned wide and held his arms out wide as he basked in the cheers of “Hip-Hip-Hurray!”
“I am pretty great!” Dan responded.
“And modest, too!” Rarity joked.
Twilight chuckled. “See Dan! See how well everything works when you think of someone else, for a change?”
Dan paused, “I…” He trailed off and his eyes became distant and unfocused.
Everyone else went silent and looked at Dan.
“Dan, sweetie, is something the matter?” Rarity asked.
Dan snapped his attention to the white unicorn. “Uh…No, nothing, Rarity. I’m fine.” Dan responded, devoid of tone.
Everyone else’s expressions turned concerned.
Pinkie turned to stare at Dan who was managing one heck of a poker face.
Dan’s never actually called Rarity by name before! Did Twilight’s comment really upset him that much?
“Hey guys, I think I need some air.” Dan commented. “If you’ll excuse me…”
Everyone followed Dan with their eyes as he hopped off the edge of the bed and walked out of the room.
Twilight grimaced as she suddenly felt every eye on the room draw towards her. “Was it something I said?”
“Well, ya could have been a might nicer, there.” Applejack commented.
“I didn’t mean anything! I’ve never known Dan to be so sensitive!” Twilight insisted. “Here! Let me go tal…” Twilight walked forward and banged her head on the glass in front of her. “Ow!”
There was some light chuckling from the occupants of the library. Pinkie continued to look out the bedroom entrance with concern.
“Twilight, it’s a mirror not a portal.” Spike reminded.
Twilight rubbed a forehoof under her horn. “I knew that. It’s just…much better looking now. Pinkie?”
Pinkie turned back to the mirror. “Yes, Twilight?”
“Could you please go apologize for me? It was a very nice gift and I shouldn’t have made fun of him for it.” Twilight admitted.
Pinkie smiled weakly. “Of course, Twilight! I’ll bring him right back!” Pinkie declared.
*
Dan sat motionless as he rested his arms against the apartment walkway railing and stared out into the empty Van Nuys night. The apartment door opened behind him. He didn’t look back or shift from his position.
“Phew!” Pinkie said. “I thought you were going to make me chase you through the neighborhood streets to find you.” She commented.
“…”
“Uh…because…you know…that’s what I made you do…that one time…” Pinkie explained.
“…”
“Uh, Dan? Look…Twilight says she’s really sorry about what she said to you…”
Dan sighed. “Why? She’s right…or wrong, I guess.”
Pinkie walked up to the railing, also rested her arms against it, and looked over at Dan. “Well? Is she right or wrong? Which one is it?” She asked squeakily.
“She’s right that I’ve never thought of anyone else…well…mostly right anyhow; and she’s wrong that I was thinking of someone else this time around.” Dan stated.
“WHAT?!” Pinkie exclaimed. “You can’t possibly expect me to believe that you got me that beautiful mirror so I could talk to my friends better for yourself! There’s just no way that can be true!”
Dan turned to Pinkie. “But it is true! Even me getting a job at the bakery was just so I could get you that mirror!”
“WHAT?!” Pinkie exclaimed, again. “DAN! You got a job and suffered all that time just so you could get me a wonderful gift?!” Pinkie’s expression went from perplexed to some, new, previously undiscovered level of confused never before seen by man or pony. “I know I haven’t been on this world all that long, but how the hay could that be considered thinking about yourself?!”
Dan frowned. “I had ulterior motives…” He admitted.
Pinkie raised her eyebrows. “Such as?”
Dan thought about this for a moment.
Because I want you to fall in love with me so you can’t possibly shoot me down if I admit I love you.
Dan shook his head and sighed. “I did it because…I”—Dan attempted to stress the word ‘I’ as much as humanly possible—“wanted to make you so happy with what I did.”
“WHAT?!” Pinkie exclaimed, for a third time. Her eyes began twitching and her face contorted in as many different directions as possible. She held up her hands in frustrated claws as her brain ran overtime trying to process how anything Dan had said to her would count as a shellfish act. “Well…mission accomplished!” She exclaimed. “I am happy with you! Dan, I’m overjoyed with you! And if I weren’t getting a headache from trying to figure out what’s wrong, I’d be the happiest girl on this planet right now!”
Dan sighed, again. “I don’t deserve to have you happy with me…” Dan said trailing off at the end. “I’m a monster. Always have been, always will be.” He turned back towards the empty sky and stared out into space.
Pinkie wrapped her arms around Dan’s shoulders. “You’re not a monster! I mean…monsters are huge”—Pinkie motioned out with a hand into the air emphasizing how huge monsters where—“and shoot fire out of their mouths”—Pinkie flicked out her fingers from her face emphasizing how monsters shoot fire out their mouths—“and stuff!”
“You know what I meant.” Dan responded flatly. “I’m a horrible excuse for a human being, and I’ve lived my life raining misfortune and misery on everyone around me.”
“But…but…I know that’s not true!” Pinkie insisted.
“Maybe you just don’t know me that well…” Dan commented.
“I’ve lived with you for several months now and I’m almost always with you!” Pinkie pointed out. “I’m pretty sure I know you pretty darn well at this point. Dan…” Pinkie put her hands on Dan’s cheeks and gently turned his head to face her. “No one has ever been as nice to me as you have!” Pinkie insisted.
“Or as awful.” Dan added.
“Hey,” Pinkie’s expression softened, “but you made up for it.” She insisted, smiling softly with tears in her eyes. “You more than made up for it! Anything bad you’ve done is completely overshadowed by all the good you’ve done.” Pinkie smile widened. “Here…I’ll prove it.” Pinkie closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and moved her face closer to Dan.
Pinkie felt a hand lightly touch her lips and Dan break away from her hold as he turned away. “I can’t…I’m sorry…” Dan walked away towards the apartment stairs.
He stopped dead in his tracks as a sound shattered the silence and stabbed him directly in the heart. It was a sound he had only heard once before; a particular sound not dissimilar to a balloon quickly deflating, but this time mixed with tortured sobs and wailing.
Dan turned to face Pinkie as tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped off her chin. She whimpered and sobbed and looked at him with glassy, pleading eyes.
Dan shook his head and walked back to Pinkie.
I can’t just leave her like this…
“Pinkie…I’m sorry…you’re right, I’m being an idiot.” Dan said softly.
“Sob…sniff…Really?!” Pinkie responded, wiping tears from her eyes.
“Yeah, look…I’ll go back in there and tell Twilight I accept her apology.”
“Really?!” Pinkie exclaimed, smiling through her tears.
“Really.” Dan answered. He closed the distance between the two to a few inches. “No, stop wailing, crybaby.” He said before planting a kiss on her cheek.
Pinkie’s hair exploded out in all direction as she wrapped her arms around Dan and tackled him to the ground. Dan’s back cracking at the tight squeeze.
“Ow.” Dan exclaimed from his position on the ground.
Pinkie pushed herself up and looked down at Dan with happy, tear filled eyes. “Thank you, Dan.” She grinned. “But you can just insult Twilight instead, if you want.”
Dan chuckled and rose to his feet, pulling Pinkie up with him. “I don’t think that’s necessary…”
“Ooo! Ooo! You can accept her apology and insult her!” Pinkie suggested.
“You know what?” Dan said. “Okay, yeah, let’s go with that.”
“Yay!”
*
“What’s taking them so long?!” Twilight exclaimed impatiently.
“Oh, I’m sure everything is fine.” Fluttershy assured softly, patting Twilight’s back supportively.
Twilight’s ears shot up into points as she grabbed the yellow pegasus’s face in her forehoves and turned it to face her. “No! Everything is not fine! If I upset Dan, that means I upset Pinkie! And if I upset Pinkie, then she won’t have a happy birthday party! And if she doesn’t have a happy birthday party, it’ll be all my fault and I’ll never forgive myself!” Twilight declared.
“Wow, and I thought Prissy was a drama queen.”
The ponies and dragon turned with an excited. “Dan!”
“Hey eyesores.” Dan responded, waving at the mirror as Pinkie happily walked into view of the mirror.
Dan turned and looked at Twilight. “Hey Sparkler, I accept your apology.”
Twilight let go of Fluttershy and breathed a big sigh of relief, as she rested her hooves back on the ground and her ears relaxed.
“Also, you’re purple color scheme is repulsive and I hate you.” Dan added.
Twilight paused with a confused expression and soon began laughing as everyone else joined her.
“Alright, everypony! Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get this party started!” Pinkie declared dashing out of the room.
Soon the apartment was full of the noises of electric guitars, bass guitars, and drums.
“Eep!” Fluttershy exclaimed, diving for cover under a chair.
Rarity and Applejack smiled and rolled their eyes.
“Heck, yes!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed excitedly.
“Oh yeah! Rock on!” Spike declared.
Twilight wordlessly began jerking her limbs, wings, and even tongue out randomly, completely out of sync with the music with a happy grin on her face.
“Dan! Dan!” Pinkie said excitedly, running back into the room. “Dance with me!”
Dan smiled as Pinkie grabbed his hand and jerked him onto his feet. The two began rhythmically moving their bodies to the loud, speedy music playing from the stereo.
***
“Hey, Dan?” Pinkie asked in the darkness, bare arms wrapped around her pajama clad body as she stared into Dan’s chest.
“Yes, Pinkie?” Dan responded.
“You awake?”
“…Have you entered some sort of ‘Dumbest Question Ever’ competition I’m unaware of?” Dan responded.
Pinkie giggled. “No…but… are you still thinking about what Twilight said?” Pinkie asked looking up towards Dan’s face.
Dan looked down at her. “No…well…sorta…I guess…” He admitted.
“Dan…” Pinkie began softly as she lifted a slim hand to place on Dan’s cheek. “I just wanted to let you know…It doesn’t matter to me what you’ve done, or who you used to be… All I care about is that you’re here with me, and you make me happy. Happier than I’ve ever been…Happier than I thought possible…” Pinkie smiled. “So…Feel better, please?”
Dan smiled softly at the pink haired girl in his arms. “Alright, Pinkie. That does make me feel better.” Dan tightened his grip on Pinkie, drawing her into his chest.
Pinkie returned the hug. “Good, that makes me…”
“Happy?” Dan suggested with a chuckle.
Pinkie giggled. “Yeah…I feel…so…yawn…happy…and warm…and…light…zzzzzzzz…”
Dan lightly patted the mop of pink hair attached the woman resting against him as he stared into the darkness of the bedroom
‘What I’ve done,’ eh?
Well…maybe we should find out just how true that is…
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I can't begin to describe to you how much I just love this story. I am always excited when I see it in my updates and I read it with as much passion. You've taken two great well-developed characters and created an epic, exceptionally witty, and heart-warming story.
Keep up the absolutely amazing work. You have yourself a fan to be sure.
Claps vigorously
DAMMIT! YOU SHIP-TEASER! I EXPECTED A DAMN CONFESSION ONLY TO SEE-
No, wait. Calm down, Hot Blooded. Deep breaths. *inhale* *exhale* Now, I'm sure Justice has something planned for the next chapter.
...You do plan on releasing that tension, right? Right?
Edit: Then I reread the last line to my relief and frustration.
I must call you inhuman, at the rate these chapters have been being turned out. Not that I'm displeased or anything
I can't begin of how much I love this chapter, it's just so good. I have to say, this story is one of the most well developed fanfics I've read. I love how you developed Dan and Pinkies relationship so well. I love how you made them friends first, and then worked it into a romance. I just LOVE this fanfic so much! Sir, you have gotten the biggest gold award in character development cause wow!
I was also having trouble choosing of what scene from this story I should draw, but after this chapter I think I know what to draw!
At this point I think there should be a twist to one of the "slim feminine hands doing this or that to Dan", where it is then said that Pinkie is standing some distance away looking at Dan in shock, and then it's revealed that, I dunno, an army of zombie hands has attacked, or something.
Also, Dan's current dilemma is very well done. At least in my eyes. I've always questioned myself after doing nice things for people, because there's always that thought lingering in the back of your head that you're just doing nice things to people to feel better about yourself, or to make people like you more, or something. I sometimes struggle to understand whether I'm really nice or I just like to think that I am (well, I am generally nice to people IRL, both random strangers and pals). Dan seems to have come to this line from a different side, from the side of being 100% sure of his egoistic motives, but now he's at the same familiar place on that line that I know so well and can relate to. Hopefully he can get out of that philosphical trap by realising either that anything anyone's ever doing is for their own purposes (at least that's what I believe, you feel nice about being altruistic, you feel it's the right thing to do when you make some sort of sacrifice, you're doing self-preservation when you comply with being forced to do something, etc), or that it really doesn't matter if his selfish desire inadvertedly makes Pinkie happy all the time.
all hail justice the newest alicorn princess, the one of liturature
*sniff* I... i find that incredibly beautiful, you have caused manly liquid pride to leak from my facial orifices...
if only we had a dapper top hat doff emote, but i guess moostaches shall be enough
Amazing work, especially the unexpected feels, makes me question a lot of my good actions I've done.
I'm happy this chapter apparently hit all the right notes.
Next one is in the works, of course.
Good show, sir/madam (select appropriate)! You have won my complete and undivided attention! (O).o <---monocle
Next chapter is close to completion. It's currently a strong contender for longest chapter yet, so it's taking me a little longer than usual to finish.
Edit: It is, in fact, the new longest chapter. Beating it's nearest competitor by about 1,000 words.
Everything we do is motivated on some level for a feeling of self gratification, but it's when those actions improve the lives of others in some way that the things we do go beyond that into something greater.
Yay! Three months behind! I'm getting there!
That musical opening was AWESOME! Love your story lad!
I think you meant 'Flail' but Chris does fail an awful lot too, so I can't be 100% sure.
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Got this! Thanks!
I'll admit... the 500 miles song worked really well for the montage.
3817970 Our only obstacle is the end of our compassion and obsession. Someone who wishes to do something will go to great lengths to do it. Someone who is obsessed would stop at nothing to achieve their goal.
Something bad is going to happen, I can tell.
Nice job, Sparkler
Chris fails about as a winged monkey claws at him
1. Flail. 'Twas mentioned by Hesitant Brony about 8 weeks ago. Guess you forgot to press save when you edited. Again. I might need to go back and reread those chapters that you... 'Marked' just to be sure... After I read this story till the current end.
You know, when you go back and look at how these two first intereacted, you'd never expect their relationship to grow this much.
Yay. Happy chapter makes me feel happy
Well, Dan IS a shrimp...
THIS is what I think could also go in that song slot.
This... was... the best chapter in any fanfic I've ever read... The song opening, perfectly directed and ready for animation (srsly, we need that RIGHT NAO), the humor top notch, the romance heartwarming, the feelings deep, awesome character prigression, especially on Dan... No srsly, somebody make this a show already! This is too good to just stay written!!!!
The Scientist would have fit better, and it would have continued the Coldplay jokes.
love is pain,
it corrodes
like acid rain
like sand erodes
searing scratches
bleeding patches
surface scars
on iron bars
I will never understand the need for self-destructive emotions that lead to pain
Ah well, must be a chemical thing
(Fun fact, love is the lack of serotonin in the brain, thus similar to OCD)
I swear to your gods... if I get to the end of the chapter and you send in psychic wolverines, I will find you, skin you alive and suffocate you with the resulting fabric.
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...Oh. Well... Shut up.
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Again, HOW DO YOU DO THIS?! I never get how good authors manage to surprise me like this! THAT'S what I want to manage to do myself!
I will look for you, I will find you, and I will.... Do nothing because I need you to keep posting chapters.
GAAAAHHHH IVE BEVER BEEN THIS LIVID AT AN AUTHOR FOR TEASING ME WITH A KISS SCENE SO MANY TIMES!
Yyyyy uuuuu doooo thheeessss
Perhaps it would have been more ominous, if we didn't all know he felt so warm around his heart~
I swear I will find you and dent the hood of your car with your face for teasing me like this!
(I'mkiddingpleasedon'thateme.)
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By that reaction, I should probably do that with one of my ship fics.
Plan M is effective!
Not the flying monkeys??!!
Wasn't that technically plan C? As both plans A and B were dedicated to attaining the mirror in different ways.
9,999 views.....Oh, how this number hurts me so.
*Refreshes the page*
Problem solved. =)
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. In the immortal words of Nowacking:
”JUST BUCK ALREADY!!!!”
Goddammit Chris you damn magnet
Again man seriously.
Enough is enough.
Technically all kindness is self-serving. We want to do something nice because it makes us feel good, or because not doing it would make us feel sad and guilty. Our own emotions and desires are always the catalyst.
But it doesn't matter at all, because that's still a drive to make the world a better place.
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