Standing at the top step of Twilight’s castle, Star Tracker eyes began to fill with disappointed tears as he puffed out his lower lip into a lower lip. “Pl-pleeeeeeaaaase?!” he whined in a tone that was borderline begging. “
“Ugh…” Twilight uttered for probably the dozenth time during this conversation, or what passed for one. “I’m sorry, but you’re just not my type… Like… at all.”
Star Tracker tilted his head and gave Twilight a large, and somewhat disconcerting smile. “But I can change! I can become your type! I mean! I’ve already grown more confident! Like that time I stood up to Iron Will! I can help you with overzealous fans and such!”
Twilight forehead tightened. “I’m not sure I could even cut irony this thick with a knife… Also, I can destroy buildings with my horn… I’m not one for white knighting anyway, but as far as those go… You’re, uh… A bit superfluous… Also, no offense, but some mountains just weren’t meant to be climbed… Plus, there’s a lack of oxygen up in space and pressure so… “Twilight flicked a forehoof out as her analogy continued to gallop on. “I’d say you’d freeze to death, but really, your eyes would probably liquify and your lungs would collapse first.”
Star Tracker let out a pained, distressed squeak.
“Sorry, was that too graphic?” Look, we can do wondrous things with magic, but that’d basically be changing you into something else entirely and… I’m sorry… I just not attracted to you on like… a multitude of levels!”
Star Tracker threw his head back. “Pul-leeee-eeeeeEEEEeeeeEEEeeeeEEEeeeEEEEs!”
Twilight’s brow creased. “Right… Just keep whining. That’ll get a girl to love you.”
“But your parents said we’re family!”
Twilight cringed. “They meant, like… an embarrassing younger brother… Not like my new fiancé or anything… They’re excitable and oblivious, but they’re not that bad!”
Star Tracker sniffled. “So… You’re saying there’s something wrong with me?”
“Oh, geez…” Twilight gave Star Tracker a guilty look that she slowly turned into a smile. “Look, you show you clearly care about the ponies that interest you and that’s a great quality! And I’m sure some would appreciate you standing up for them like you did.” Twilight closed her eyes and widened her smile, an expression that made Star Tracker’s heart melt. “I’m sure someday you’ll make some mare or body pillow very happy!”
Star Tracker let out a sad, pitiful whimper.
“Also, I’m seeing someone else,” Twilight added.
Of course! Star Tracker thought bitterly. Of course he never had a chance, some bigger, cooler stallion had already won Twilights hear…
Metal clanking against crystalline floors was heard as a purple coated mare with maroon hair that went up in a mohawk walked up to Twilight. She appeared to be a unicorn, yet her horn was broken, and she had a single large scar that started up at her forehead and went down to her cheek that helped draw attention to her aquamarine eyes, not that they needed it. She regarded Star Tracker with a somewhat cold indifference before looking over towards Twilight. “Ready to go? She asked.” She smiled and batted her eyelashes a couple times “My Princess…”
Star Tracker worked his mouth but no words came out.
“Of course!” Twilight replied. The two mares linked forelegs together and began walking down the steps.
“Who was that?” Tempest asked as she nodded her head back slightly.
Twilight shrugged. “Oh, a friend,” Twilight said. “Doubt I’ll see much of him though…” She thought for a moment. “He has kind of a, er… forgettable vibe to him…”
Tempest nodded. “Hard to market, I understand.”
“… Market?”
Tempest chuckled. “Just something the Storm King used to say to a rather forgettable minion. That they had little market potential.” She smiled. “Apparently I had ‘high’ market value.”
Twilight giggled and cozied up to Tempest. “I can vouch for that…”
From the top of the steps, Star Tracker’s eyes opened wide as realization hit. He could change! There was something he could do to win her affection! And that was get a cool facial scar! But first, there was something he had to do! He turned and threw open the door to Twilight’s castle, running inside.
Twilight had left her door unlocked! So that meant he could run inside and rub his face all over her bed!
Star Tracker unnerved me, but not for the reason you think. It's because he sounded almost exactly like me when I was 13. It was surreal to hear what sounded like MY voice coming out of a pony.
Fizzlelight? Templight?
*Heavy sigh*
I... Hm... Rubbing his face in her bed gives me the heebie jeebies, is it bad that I hope Starlight noticed him before he got there and tossed him out the window?
Poor bastard didn't have a hope.
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I almost ended it at 'facial scar', but the idea hit and I felt I needed to up the creep factor a little.
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OK but why though? Shits and giggles?
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Pretty much. I mean... Aside from "kinda offputting hapless nerd" there's just not a lot of info we got on S.T. I'm unsure if the pony we saw was really THAT creepy, but he was certainly written in such a way that it's not like it would be hard for anyone to imagine him doing this.
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Fair enough.
OUCH.
No fuckin kidding! I thought the title was a play on Star Trek. "That certainly is random." Then I saw it was a pony and was like "Is it a star trek themed pony?" Then by the second paragraph "Oh yeah, that guy."
I actually forgot that Star Tracker wasn't an OC until I looked him up.
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Tempest Sparkle
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That works.
I’d probably rub my face on twilight’s bed, luna’s too.
Stalker pony? when was this a thing?
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Once Upon a Zepplin.
Apparently, Twilight's "forgettable" line was very apt.
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If only there was someone on that zeppelin who could’ve helped him become more assertive...
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Oh right... that one episode from the latter half of Season 7. Which I totally watched. All if it. 100% like a good, true fan would. Something about Twlight Velvet winning a zeppelin ride with Iron Will.