And that's how I met your mother
I curled in a ball against the wall as he came closer. The evil stallion had cornered me, and I had no escape as he walked closer... closer. He was smirking evilly, looking into my eyes with burning hate. I feared them, and could never look into the fiery orbs for too long. He wore a dark black suit and had a silky blue mane. He was the image of evil.
"Long time no see... traitor." He growled, frowning at me.
I was too afraid to speak. His voice sent shivers down my spine and I whimpered helplessly as he inched even closer. I could feel his hot breathe as he put his muzzle near my ear. I heard and felt every exhale I was now shivering as if I were in a raging blizzard. The sinister stallion had frightened me so easily with merely his presence. Every second felt like an hour as he just stayed near my ear. Then, I almost jumped as I heard his deep and haunting voice boom in my ears.
"You can't hide any more."
Each word rattled me and shook through my head as a loud boom even though he was just whispering. I almost cried. He used to be my only friend, my protector, the one I had always run to when I had any problem. I didn't know how important I was to him. And as we separated, he couldn't take it. Now, it isn't safe for me to roam around the glamorous city of Canterlot past evening. He sought revenge, and as vulnerable as I was in this tragic situation at the moment, it looked very much like he'll get exactly what he wanted. I had only longed to be able to roam around in the beautiful moonlight once more, to not be worried. I hadn't even make it past five streets from my house before he had caught me and chased me through the night, the only thing revealing my form being the moon. With my luck, I had ran into a dead end, and was now about to suffer the consequences of abandoning him. I felt a pang of fear and guilt in my heart as I turned to face my former friend, his form shadowy as the moon shined brightly behind him.
And now, he had me right where he wanted me. Trapped. I felt as if walls were closing in on me and I couldn't breathe. The air seemed thick and hot, like a sweltering summer afternoon. He wasn't the stallion I once knew anymore, but was now a dark shadow of what he used to be. I hurt him, and he will no longer find happiness. I ruined his life.
I ruined it so bad. He lost his job, his money, everything because I hurt him. Just because he loved me... as more than a friend.
"You have ruined me... my image... my heart. And now, you shall suffer as I do. You will never... ever... know happiness again." He whispered.
He lifted a hoof, and I waiter for his big hoof to slam down on me. But it never came. I hadn't felt the pain, or the wind being knocked out of me lungs. I didn't feel the sting of his hard metal horseshoe striking against my sensitive skin. Just air. My eyes were closed, and I kept waiting and waiting, getting more and more paranoid as every second went by painfully slow. I reopened them when I heard him grunt. I saw a pink hoof blocking his white one from striking me. He turned his head towards the other pony.
"Who are you? And why are you getting in my way?" He asked.
I only heard a giggle. One that was dark and sinister as if someone had told a dark joke.
"I... am Pinkamena." said a high pitched voiced that belonged to the pink pony beside him.
He growled.
"I have no time for this foolishness." and suddenly, he swung a sharp knife that I didn't even know that he had at her, intending on killing her, but was surprised to have her tap him on his other side.
"Surprise."
She bucked him right in the face, and before he had a chance to even land on the ground, she punched his face on the opposite side of him, making him smash into the wall. He then got up and charged the mare, but she ducked under him, hitting his sensitive parts using his speed and her strength to inflict a world of pain on him. He stopped in his tracks, twitched his left eye a few times, and fell onto the cold ground, holding his crotch in pain. He had been paralyzed from the shock and the pain.
I stared in disbelief at the scene in front of me. I had been saved. I looked towards the pink mare, seeing her perfectly straight mane blowing in the soft night breeze. She turned towards me, her eyes glimmering in the moonlight.
"My work here is done."
I just sat there as she walked slowly into the dark shadows, disappearing into Luna's dark night.
"And that's how I met your mother." I said with a big smile on my face. My son sat in front of me with a blank look on his face. We sat there for a while, just keeping the same expressions on our faces.
"That..."
His eyes lit up as he started talking. I smiled wider.
"Was..."
He's going to say that it was awesome. He's going to gush over it like an excited foal and-
"Cliche."
I face-hoofed when he said that. He got me all worked up for nothing! Pinkie Pie laughed much to my annoyance.
"Oh come on! That was a cool story!" I pouted.
"Yep, it was cool... for a little foal."
"But you are a little foal!" I countered.
"Nuh uh!"
"Uh huh!"
"Nuh uh!"
"Alright, I think it's time for bed Gold Pauldren." Pinkie Pie interrupted our argument.
"Aw, but mom..." He whined. She lead him to his room and as the grey colt was walking, he looked back one more time and glared at me. I blew a raspberry at him and his frown grew even deeper.
"Hurry up before I have to ruin your perfect yellow mane with a noogie!" Pinkie threatened.
"No! Not the mane! Never!" He hurried off to bed and was already pretending to be fast asleep.
Pinkie giggled and walked over to me. I had a triumphant smile on my face for a while, but was confused to see Pinkie looking at me weirdly.
"It's time for you to got to bed too dear." she said with a smile.
"But Pinkie..." I whined.
"Now. Before I ruin you perfect pink mane with my noogie of love!" She threatened.
"No! Not the mane! Never!" I yelped as I ran to bed. Pinkie stayed behind for a minute, shaking her head with a knowing smile.
"The affect I have on ponies is crazy." She giggled. "Oh well. I like crazy!"
She sat there for a moment mulling over the past. So much has happened since then. Getting married, adopting a foal, taking care of a family. It left her a bit tired having to deal with so much friendship and love.
"Hey! Are you coming to bed or not? I got your side of the bed nice and warm for you!"
But it would always be worth it.
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Its not bad given the toughness of that ship
is there more chapters for this story to come out
The Unreliable Narrator flashback was good. Fancy Pants is not often cast in the role of antagonist. The rest of it read like you didn't know what to do next, which you kind of admitted in your author's note.
You had a very tough ship to work with and I think ya did a good job
should be interesting to see what Dawn does with her prompt 
And thanks for the mention in your description, that was very enjoyable
4790071 no, see the Daisy Chain group for details on each story
4790449 ok
Heh, Pinkie is threatening to make their manes like her own?
Sorry for taking to long to comment to you all! I was busy working on my little cousin's birthday party. That was a lot of kids and bounce houses and waterslides and toys just for a 6 year old. Lucky girl, I didn't get spoiled like that.
But, let me make this quick!
4789983 Yeah... it was so hard to write. My brain almost melted and exploded. Twice. And I was broken for a period of time.
4790071 No, it doesn't work like that. Daisy Chain prompts are only oneshots. Go to the Daisy Chain group for more details on who's next, what stories will be written, and how to join please.
4790255 Yeah you're right. I didn't know what to do at the end, but I figured that I'd attempt to make it a little funny at the end. I failed miserably.
4790300 You have no idea. And yes. let's see if I have broken her as Dramatic_Spoon had broken me. And it was fun mentioning you in the description.
4790936 Even worse my friend. Even worse...
4791328 ok and put this story to complete since it is a one-shot story
4791342 OH! I TOTALLY FORGOT TO! THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME!
You... I love you.
4791367 Your welcome
4791328 you dident break me but its going to be interesting that is for sure. Hehehe.
Rainbow Dash sounds fun. I can't wait to see who I get. I need something to get me away from old Republic for a bit.
Fleur Dis Lee*
6360788 People spell it both way. Her cutie mark is a Fleur-de-lis, and that's what a lot of the bronies call her. If you want to call her the other name, then that's on you.
It was just as advertised in the description. It does feel more like an opening or possibly even an ending or other random moment in a larger story. If it's a beginning you can use that as an excuse to write a story about their child (separate from the Daisy Chain of course). I'm really curious as to what the destiny of a pony by the name Gold Pauldren would be. Just an idea.
6361289 I might consider doing it, but if you were to see all of the other stories I wrote, you'd know that there's a good chance that it'll never happen. I always write dark, sad, tragic, etc. stories. That's a style of writing that I am more familiar and comfortable with.
6362650 That kind of makes me curious as to how you got into writing those kinds of stories in the first place. I personally find it difficult to deal with most tragedy though I guess that's because when I hear the word tragedy I subconsciously expect something similar to books by Stephen King. That's not to say that I can't and if there's a good ending or the work itself is good enough to look past that then I may even ultimately enjoy it. Though I'm pretty sure tragedy, sad, and dark can fit in with adventure, romance, and a number of other tags as well. Interestingly enough I still enjoy the horror genre.
6362704 Well, it's because I live those tags the most. My stories reflect myself, so that's why those tags always pop up on anything I write. Though romance is a fairly new thing I'm going through, so I'll be getting into writing some of that, along with a little comedy sprinkled in here and there. But it still has to all relate to me somehow. Like my stories about Spike. Spike is controlled by darkness and has lost all of his confidence and most of his hope. The real him is locked deep within his mind and darkness is causing chaos, destrustion and is hurting others. That's literally a mythical version of what I go through. He is a puppet to the darkness in his heart, just like what I go through. So I can easily write stuff like that for certain characters.
6364084 So it's sort of similar to how I am with music with my preferences relating more to me and what I go through (though this isn't always the case). I guess I tend to read stories more as an escape from my reality rather than looking for real life connections. Though I do look for detail and overall quality to make the experience more real to me. I guess in the end I want a story to make me feel for its characters, a story that emotionally effects me and/or brightens my day.
6366304 Wel... there's not sunshine here. If you're loking for sad/depressed feels, this is your place... untill I attempt to make lighthearted stuff...
6368385 that's fine, I have no desire to force you to write things you're uncomfortable with and occasionally I can stomach sad, dark, tragedy type stories and sometimes enjoy them. I will stress that this is usually because I can deal with the sad, dark, and tragic moments if it's a great story.
6368653 In my opinion, my stories aren't that great, but everyone else thinks it is so... I'm rolling with it. Maybe you'll like it too. I dunno.