A Day For You

Derpy Walked gingerly down the street. She stared blankly at her hooves as she trotted along. Her crooked eyes teared up as she followed the long, winding path. Staring at the trial through her wet eyes, it looked as if it were on fire. The sun shown down and beat against her back, mocking her agony, telling her that the day was happy to everypony else. she was the only one upset. And why? No matter how on the bright side she’d try to see her life, it was days like these that tore her faith in herself to shreds. “I’m never gonna be happy,” Derpy thought to herself.
She finally reached the house where she lived. The very sight of it seemed to consume her with regret.

“My coltfriend’s in there; He’s going to make a big deal out of this, isn’t he?” Derpy thought aloud, “He’s just going to remind me of what a horrible day this’s been.”

Finally the mare stopped at the doorway and prepared to open it into a world of “overreaction” and comforting that she didn’t need or at the moment even want.

Derpy cleared her face of her tears and pushed open the door.

Doctor called from the kitchen to her: “How did it go?”

Derpy tried to respond, but only found herself reminded too strongly of the pain associated with the incidence. She didn’t answer, and instead walked slowly into the same room. Tears came again and burned down her cheeks.

“You didn’t get the job?” Doctor said, staring at the puddle Derpy was making on the countertop where she was sitting.

Derpy shook her head slowly and tore her glance from the countertop and towards the wall before she squeezed out another tear and let it fall to the puddle on the countertop.

The look in Derpy’s eyes told Doctor everything he’d needed to know about the experience. She didn’t get the job she had interviewed for, because of her eyes.

It was the ninth time this had happened. Doctor didn’t like it anymore than derpy had. There was nothing wrong with having crooked eyes. No matter what her eyes were like, Doctor thought she was beautiful. Others might not get that and Doctor didn’t care. He’d always love her. Derpy was different. Every new judgement hurt her more and more. She hated her eyes. She had grown to like them, but then they’d always just end up getting her into a hurtful situation like this, and she’d hate them again, only each time getting worse.

Doctor walked across the counter and pet Derpy’s mane. Her forehooves pressed against her forehead as she builded on the lake on her tears.

“I’m sorry,” Doctor said, continuing to brush her mane. Derpy sniffled and wiped away a few tears, getting up and away from her tearful trance.

“Can I take you out to the park tomorrow?” Doctor said, “I can leave work and take you and Dinky out and we can play frisbee.”

“You know I can’t play frisbee,” Derpy ignored frustratedly.

“You want to though,” Doctor responded, knowing full-well that Derpy loved to throw frisbees, but never caught or threw one correctly. No matter how hard she tried, he frisbee would always go somewhere than its intended target, but she desperately wanted to throw it right. She wanted to play so badly, she was just never picked on a team back in flight school, and she never got the practice. It was her “stupid little eye problem,” as she would call it, and never forgive fully.

Derpy nodded in agreement, slowly.

Doctor thought over his decision to go through with this. He wasn’t playing hookie on the job he had gotten to fit in in this pony world, so that he could live with Derpy. He had already checked out that day at work and gotten somepony to cover his shift. The truth was, he was ditching a dentist appointment. His tooth had been hurting for at least three weeks. He needed to get it fixed tomorrow, but had to wait.

He now had something Much more important to do as of tomorrow, and that’s something he’d always make time for.

Derpy trotted down the grass field, glumly. Her eyes pierced the ground and stared into it, hating every minute her eyes were crooked.

The Doctor walked a long ways behind her with the frisbee in his mouth. Dinky walked alongside him, releasing a small chuckle.

“What’s the matter?” Derpy asked, questioning Dinky’s random laughter.

Dinky prepared to respond, but was interrupted by her own laughter.
Doctor looked directly into Derpy’s eyes, sharing the information that Dinky was laughing at. He had put on contact lenses that made his eyes go crooked. A small grin formed on his face.

“Why are…” Derpy asked, offended.

“We wanted to be like you, Derpy,” Doctor reminded her, “your eyes might seem strange to some ponies, but they’re beautiful to us.”

Derpy looked at Doctor and then at Dinky, finding both of them were wearing the same crooked contacts. Her face turned from stunned to amused before laughing slightly.

“You two both look ridiculous,” Derpy acknowledged between giggles.
Both Dinky and Doctor waited for her to stop giggling for a hy moment before finally continuing their day out.

“Are you ready?” Doctor asked holding the frisbee about ready to throw it.

“I’m ready,” Derpy said.

Doctor threw the frisbee towards Derpy before it spiraled down and met the ground with a hard thud. the stallion studied the position of the disc and found it actually was closer to him than it was to Derpy… By a lot. Doctor went to grab it again and threw it to her, with the same result as last time. Derpy covered her mouth, trying to hold back another laugh. Even she had never had this much trouble throwing a frisbee. Derpy finally scooped up the plastic disc and threw it to dinky, now about 20 feet away.
It went roughly through the air to Dinky and rolled about the majority of the way. Derpy winked at the Doctor with a smug grin. “That’s how ya do it.” she said, sarcastically. Each of them giggled as Dinky made an attempt to throw it at Doctor, getting the exact same result as Doctor in his first attempt. Derpy laughed again.

This continued between the three of them for several hours. Many ponies walked past them and scowled. Derpy would notice them with a similar expression in return. Doctor ignored them and continued playing, regardless of the matter of fact that most of the stares were geared toward him.

Derpy wiped sweat away from her face and picked up the last clumsily thrown frisbee. Can we get something to eat now? Derpy asked. Her stomach hurt from hunger after playing so hard and actually throwing some successful throws to Dinky.

“Sure,” Doctor said. He let the two mares wit in the grass while he got them each in ice cream cone.

He came back moments later with two cones. Derpy counted over them and looked confused.

“Where’s yours?” she asked as both her and Dinky received one.

“I...wasn’t hungry,” Doctor said, lying. His tooth hurt, especially when in contact with cold foods. Derpy didn’t remember that fact and worked away at her cone.

When they were finally done, they went home. Derpy looked at the event calendar to see what else she had to do to. There was nothing for her. She had the day completely to herself. Doctor had a dentist appointment, though. Derpy had completely forgot.

Doctor took the contact lenses out and put on a suit. Derpy turned away from the calendar and looked at him.

“Why are you wearing that?” she asked, curiously.

The Doctor quickly looked at the time and spoke back to her: “It’ll be dinner soon, c’mon let’s go somewhere nice.”

“What about Dinky?”

“I hired a babysitter,” Doctor complied.

Derpy hesitated and then agreed.

Doctor took Derpy by the hoof and escorted her out to “the hayseed.” Doctor held up slightly psychic paper as a fake reservation to the restaurant. Each of them were sat down at a nice table, but what Derpy had found earlier that day still perplexed her.

She put down her menu and stared at Doctor.

“You had a dentist appointment today,” she reminded.

“I did,” replied the Doctor as if trying to ignore that he did.

“Did you remember it? Why did you take us to the park when you knew you had it?” Derpy asked wonderingly.

Doctor set aside his dinner menu and stared into Derpy’s eyes with a serious face.

“Because I love you, Derpy,” he finally said, “I hate to see you sad. I don’t get enough chances to tell you and I’ll never be able to tell you how much. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I love and I’m here when you need me. When I saw your face yesterday, I planned today out and it’s the same then as it is now. I love you. I’ll never be able to express how much so, but I can start by trying.”

Derpy shed a tear.

“I love you too,” Derpy returned.

Doctor placed a kiss on her head, over the table. “I know you do.”

Author's Note:

This is my first Shipping story, I tried to make it as original as possible, but there are obviously other fan fictions like this somewhere else. But thanks for reading anyways,
The Derpy Doctor.

Suggested by: Rye Snoot

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Rye Snoot

Rye Snoot #1 · Jun 6th, 2015 · · ·

Short but very good.

The Derpy Doctor

The Derpy Doctor #2 · Jun 7th, 2015 · · ·

6063995 Thanks again

TheSouthernBrony

TheSouthernBrony #3 · Jun 7th, 2015 · · ·

The feels... so strong! HNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Red Rover

Red Rover #4 · Jun 7th, 2015 · · ·

Staring at the trial through her wet eyes

The sun shown down and beat against her back, mocking her agony, telling her that the day was happy to everypony else. she was the only one upset. And why

The fic was short and it had Derpy in it, so I muddled thorough, but you could probably do better with an editor with a firmer understanding of grammar.
It started right off with Derpy crying, but didn't tell the reader why or attempt to touch upon the readers own feelings. It just comes off as, "I guess Derpy's sad. Whatever." You could have gone into detail about the interview and given the reader a chance to empathize with her, which is what I really go for in a fic.
Also, it felt like there should be more to the story. The scenes felt out of context somehow and you put importance on things that normally wouldn't be that important.
Though it was rough to read I could sort of see some of the good stuff in there. The Doctor's feelings for Derpy were in there, if not expressed very well. There's good ideas and emotions in your writing, but you just need to work on cleaning it up so the reader can find them.

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