• Published 4th Apr 2012
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My Little Pinkie - RainbowDangerDash97



One morning I wake up to find a little pony in a box. Who could it be but our favourite Pinkie Pie?

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Chapter 2

When I woke up in the morning, I heard a quiet breathing. Being the jumpy girl I was, I literally freaked out as first reaction. But then, I remembered it was nothing but my little Pinkie Pie. I smiled, and watched lovingly as the filly opened her eyes. She was sucking the blanket, and even though I knew my mum would notice the saliva on the blanket, it didn't bother me at all. All I could do was stare on, smiling.

Pinkie Pie looked around, rubbing her eyes. "Where am I?" she asked, blinking her eyes constantly.

"You're in Australia," I laughed. "In my home."

Pinkie Pie's ears dropped, and so did her head. I felt bad at once. "I'm sorry, Pinkie," I muttered. "But I don't think I can do anything to get you home. Don't worry, you're bound to return soon enough."

Telling her there was no other option, I stuffed her down a box, unlocked my door, and hurried outside, hoping she wouldn't suffocate before I was safe from my parents.

"Just where do you think you're going, young lady?" My mother asked, as she swung around to serve the pancakes.

I racked my brain for excuses, lame or useful. "I'm going to meet a friend," I lied. I hated lying, but I did when I had to. "I promised her a movie night yesterday."

"Not untill you clean the shed," my step-father said.

My eyes goggled in horror. "Clean the shed?!" I cried out. "But that will take hours!"

"I'm sorry," my mother said. "But it's a week overdue work, remember?"

I groaned, "Yes, Mum..."

Retiring to the shed, I placed Pinkie down, preparing for a day of hard work.

With the door in my shed closed behind me, and a flashlight lighting up the dark shed, I took Pinkie Pie out of the box.

"I don't like boxes," she said, as I slowly lifted her out.

"There's no other choice," I said. "Humans...aren't supposed to be..you know...seeing ponies?"

Pinkie Pie shrugged. "I don't know," she muttered, as she looked around. "Why is this place so dark?"

"It's uh...a shed," I explained. She looked rather depressed, and I cuddled her close to me, as if she was my own little pet. "I don't like it anymore than you do, Pinkie Pie."

My attempt to cheer her up...somehow failed. As usual. I was sort of disappointed myself. I only just realized, that this was a filly Pinkie Pie. Pinkamena Diane Pie. And not the happy-go-lucky cheery Pinkie Pie I knew and loved.

The questions began again. "Doesn't it freak you out - to see a human?" I asked. "I mean - you don't see them everyday, do you?"

"Well...I don't see other ponies often," Pinkie Pie muttered. She turned away, and said, "I don't want to talk."

"Uh...you still didn't answer my question?" I half-asked, half-stated. I understood she didn't want to talk about it, but I was the sort of girl who wanted to know everything.

Pinkie Pie stared up to me, her eyes touched with a tint of sadness.

I sighed and groaned,"Never mind, then." Suddenly, my eyes became big and curious - almost like a cartoon character's. "But does it mean our worlds are connected?"

The filly looked puzzled for a minute, as if she did not understand what I had to say.

"I mean, do the logic," I said. "Luna was sent to the moon, like in the first episode --"

"Luna?" Pinkie Pie asked, confused. "Episode?"

"Oh, um..." I replied, rather uneasily. Seriously - was it that hard to communicate to a filly half my age? That brought a question to my mind. "Pinkie? How old are you - human years?"

"Mum always said I was two years old," Pinkamena answered me, for once. "Except - I've never celebrated my birthdays."

"Two years? Human years?" I asked. "So you're like seven years old human years?"

I was only joking. I had no idea how many pony years made a human year. Oh well.

"How did you come here, then - if our worlds weren't connected?" I asked.

"I don't know," Pinkie replied once more.

"Don't worry, Pinkie Pie," I consoled, as I cuddled her in my arms. "I'm sure you'll return to Equestria...somehow."

For the first time, she smiled, and her eyes lightened with happiness. She hugged me, and I was sure I felt my heart stop beating. I still thought I was hallucinating - or maybe even dreaming, but I made an effort to enjoy every minute of this extraodinary dream - before it ran out, and I woke up to a harsh day of cleaning the shed again.

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie clapped her hooves excitedly, bouncing up and down. "It's winter - Oh Celestia - it's gonna be Lunamas!"

"Lunamas?" I asked, scratching my head. And then I remembered all about ponies. "You mean Christmas, don't you. We don't have Christmas in winter. It comes in summer."

Pinkie Pie sighed.

"Don't worry," I said. Suddenly, a brainwave hit me that moment. "Hey, it's your birthday today!"

"My birthday? I don't even remember my birthday," Pinkamena muttered.

"Oh, you've never had one?" I asked, crouching down to her.

Pinkie Pie shook her head slighty.

"Well that's too bad," I said. "Don't worry - we'll make this your first!" I stroked her head, and started on my shed job.

It was finished near evening, and my parents were thankfully out. I couldn't believe my good luck. I tried to open the door, when I realized - it was locked. Both back door AND front door were locked. What kind of parents locked their own daughter out?

I didn't bother answering myself. But that was a shame. How can I celebrate Pinkie's birthday - and help her feel better, and more comfortable - if I didn't have balloons, cakes, or streamers?

I made up my mind that I was to buy some.

"You have to keep very silent, and not move," I told Pinkie Pie.

"But --"

I sighed and said, "You have to. There's no other choice, unless you want to be dumped in a box..."

Pinkamena nodded sadly, and froze - trying her best to look like a plushie.

I smiled affectionately, and said, "Come on, let's go."

It was a five minute walk to the shopping centre - thank Celestia. We arrived there at once, Pinkie Pie trying her hardest not to let me down.

Still, I was the center of attraction. "What's that cute pink thing over your shoulder, Jackie?"

"Uh.." I said, rather awkwardly. I have to admit I was blushing a brilliant red. "It's a Pinkie Pie plushie?"

"Wow, where did you get it?" a small boy brony asked.

"Hehe," I replied. "My sister..uh...made it. She's...a tailor."

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie sneezed!

"Did she - did the plushie sneeze?!" a middle-aged brony asked, pointing a huge crooked finger at Pinkie Pie.

"Nah..that was my ringtone," I answered, desperately. "Give me some space. It was a cool ringtone, right?"

I pretended to pick up my phone. I prayed for two things: That my parents didn't meet me there, and that I was to be fished out of this awkward situation.

Almost answering my second prayer, a man called out in an announcer. "Fillies and gentlecolts! My Little Pony merchandise from T-shirts to plushies here at this stall!"

The bronies were easily attracted, and rushed to the stall.

To tell you the truth, if I didn't have Pinkie Pie with me right now - I would've gone too.

"Quick! We gotta get outta here!" I whispered to Pinkie Pie, heading for Woolworths. Google it if you knew nothing of what it was.

I went into Woolworths, grabbed the party items off the shelf, paid at the counter, and left, all at top speed.

I ran home as fast as I could, without hurting the filly.

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"We're...here!" I panted, as I leapt over the fence, with Pinkie Pie in my arms.

"You were great, Pinkamena!' I laughed, as I slammed the shed door shut.

Pinkie Pie smiled at me - for the second time.

"Happy Birthday, Pinkie Pie!" I cried out, as soon as the streamers, and balloons were hung.

I lighted the candles with a lighter, and sang the Happy Birthday Song.

I didn't know why I did it - except I knew I did the right thing. I needed Pinkie Pie happy, and above all things - herself.

Pinkie Pie bit into the cake, slowly, before deciding she liked it, and gobbled the whole thing down!

I laughed, and gave her a present, wrapped in Pinkie Pie gift-wrappers.

Pinkie Pie stared at it, in confusion. I could tell she never even lat eyes on a gift before.

"Does that...taste good too?" she asked, and attempted to lick it.

I laughed once more, and said, "Nah, you open it." I demonstrated, and passed it back to her.

She opened it, and gasped. "It's a --! What is it?"

"Oh uh...a pair of underwear," I said, blushing cheaply. "I had no money - so I found it on special for two bucks."

"Oh, alright, then," Pinkie Pie said. She had no idea what underwear was, and hugged me, screaming, "That was the best present EVER!!!"

Comments ( 23 )

the moment i read the second paragraph of the first chapter, I realized this would be an atrocious self pity "everybody relatively close to me is dead" and "i am a beatiful pristine gentle diamond" story.

it's like i somehow managed to FEEL the ugly that seeped from this thing, man.
you're somehow making this overtly personal by adding all those weird details about your life ( i.e how your dog died, how your father died, how your couch died, how you have all sorts of BAAAWWWish mental conditions and how a certain form of harmless bacteria in your bloodstream died because of your immune system )

Quite honestly, dudegirlmanwoman, you've got to step up and quit making such shameless self-inserts.
On a more story related note, your writing is good, scenes are sometimes jumpy, plot follows a linear line towards dissapointment, so... I'll just reserve my thumb. This would be okay if it weren't such a huge pity party.

Updates, updates, UPDATES!!!

419751

Uh...excuse me? This isn't here to make people "D'awww." I don't see where it's so pitiful anyway. The whole story is true (minus the Pinkie Pie part) - why can't I add it in? It's my story anyway.

Besides, it's there to explain the loneliness the author felt. I am actually your normal high school girl - depressed, S.A.D., and broken apart family. This is actually how I felt before my mother remarried, when my father died. Lonely..sad...

The story goes like this. The author is lonely, etc. etc. etc. Pinkie Pie is also lonely (she was Pinkamena Diane Pie filly that time.) She comes to this world however the hay she did it, and then it's the author's responsibility to take care of her - and raise her as "Pinkie Pie", and not Pinkamena.

Also, in the process, they become best friends, and even adoptive mother/daughter. I hope you get the idea :D

420750

So the general idea is for the whole story to be a massive pity party?

I wouldn't be so harsh if you didn't just cram this whole "DAMN EVERYONE IS DEAD" stuff into the first chapter. Try to sink it in slowly. It's better to stuff 1 aspect of your life per chapter than to stuff all of them in the first chapter.

daw... and i like the doll idea... but a bit short

My milkshake's dead. my pizza's dead.
My waaaffleee, is dead.
All my favorite foods, are totally dead.
They cannot procreate, in little, food beds.

423349

what the hay are you saying? I don't like spammers, you know.

421069

Oh, and NO. It's not meant to be a pity party. I'm not expecting tears, or any of the sort here. (How come fics like "My Little Dashie" did the same thing, but I can't?)

It's completely true, except this took place about half-a-year ago. It's almost like a what-if scenario with my life - What if Pinkie Pie showed up and made everything better?

If you don't like it, I'll try and improve - but at the moment, it's not my problem.
I'm trying not to sound too harsh here :(

423534

MLD started out slowly. In your case, you fasten all your problems into chapter one.

I'm not saying your story is bad, I'm just saying you could use slower pacing and less "damn all's fucked up" elements.

423511

Srry, not trying to be a spammer!:twilightblush:
Just a song in Adventure Time about every food dying.
Making fun of what people are saying, in a way.

make 600 chapters! this thing is awsome!:pinkiehappy::rainbowdetermined2::ajsmug::yay::raritywink::twilightsmile::scootangel::coolphoto::heart:

423843
LOL sorry for my misunderstanding XD

lol underwear what would she do with that you should have gaven her a sock or a rainbow thing. but if underwear you should have her wear them when she gets older :raritystarry:

Yay second chapter!
I don't think it's so much that everything is wrong with your life, I just think you've come to terms with it in one way, shape, form or another. This fic isn't spent crying your eyes out, which is a good touch. Whiny is never good.
Underwear? Not sure about that one, but it does seem to work. I would eventually like more background on this seemingly AU Pinkie. This is told from 'your' POV, but what is Pinkie feeling? I can only imagine what she must be going through. I'd love to see that part.
Also, for those of us *not* living in Australia, I'd love to hear more about where you are and the scenery. I don't need purple prose, but you said it was winter. Has it snowed?

Good writing (and still following),
Sosai

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Oh, it doesn't snow in Perth, WA (Western Australia) I'm in Perth :D I might explain that in the next chapter. :D Oh, and thanks :twilightsmile:

rarity wants a new chapter so plz but take your time sweety :raritywink:

RDD, is her hair ever gonna get poofy like when she's really happy? That would make my day. Don't forget the insanity she has when she's really depressed. Gotta incorporate her whole personality, which is hard to do. Everything from :pinkiecrazy: to :pinkiehappy:

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We all wish it did, though. Gets just cold enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to snow. And btw, what part of Perth are you in? Dianella? Scarbourogh? Rockingham?

I can't wait for the next update :pinkiehappy:

awesome story so far i eagerly await your next few chapters:twilightsmile:

Cool! Lol I thought you copied me, but I ended cup copying you making this story! Xd

Uh oh...I don't wanna Google Woolworths! What are they? Also: Update please!

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