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Brat's Dark Side - Darkie 09


She's my Brat. She always has been, she always will be. No matter how far across Equestria she is, she will forever and always be... My Brat.

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Chapter 4: The Pessimist And The Optimist

Four days ago, I found out something horrifying. But I still haven’t said anything. “This is where I’d come to get away.” I say, looking over the edge of the tall building. “She doesn’t bother to look for me, so I’ll sit on the edge and look down at all the tiny ponies that are below.”

“Interesting.” She laughs and sits next to me, peering down on everypony. “This makes me feel so tall and big in comparison.”

“Hey, Brat?” I ask, getting up again and looking out over the horizon. “If I… Did something stupid, would you try to stop me?”

“Depends on what you mean? In what way stupid?” She asks looking slightly concerned. “You don’t mean suicide or something, do you?”

I shake my head. “I would never be able to go through with that. But maybe running away I could do. You don’t know why, but I’ll explain it to you one day. It’s not that I don’t think I shouldn’t explain it to you… I just wouldn’t know how.”

“Hm, I would… Follow you.” She says, patting my head. “Running away from Hoofington sounds nice. Although, I’m only here for a couple of more weeks, all three of us should. Besides, weren’t you and Nightglimmer planning on it anyway.”

“Yeah,” I respond shaking my head again. “But we would never do it. I already know. I have one more question, Brat.”

She looks over to me and leans over the railing. The only thing stopping us from falling down. “What is it?”

“Will you forget about us… When you move? Or at least me?” I question.

“No. I don’t think so.”

I put a hoof up and silence her. “It wasn’t a question. It was a demand in the form of a question.” I state putting my hoof down on the ground. “I’m not going to have you remember me for the pony I am. No, for the monster I am.”

“That’s silly, we all have a dark side, some of us keep it tame but some of us… Some of us can’t I don’t care what you did in your past. I don’t. But, I can tell that you’re traumatized. I won’t ask you to explain, but you don’t have to be shackled to the past.”

“You’re wrong. She won’t let me go. All I want… Is a way out.”

She puts a hoof on my shoulder and takes a deep breath. “Darkie, I advise you to think about this…”

I nod my head and sulk, trying to get my mind off about my depressing mission. I teleport us back to town, upon our arrival it was very quiet. “How are you always so happy?” We walk down the street.

“I don’t know, I just am! I can teach you how to be happy!” Her smile grows by the second. I look down at the pavement, thinking about what she just said. “It’s fun!

“No.”

Her mouth drops open wide and her brown eyes stare at me sadly. “W-Why? You don’t want to be happy?”

“No.” I say monotonously.

“Why not?” She tilts her head, staring at me with wide eyes.

“Because… I said no.” We sit down on a bench together and stare at the sky. “So, you’re leaving, huh?”

She squeals with happiness and delight. “Something tells me… You’re not happy.”

“I’m fine, Brat.” I just have to keep lying. I think about all the time I spent with Brat, all the times she’s helped me, all the times she’s been happy for me and explained to me the optimists side of life. “In fact, I wouldn’t say I'm happy… But I’m better, and I’m proud of you.”

“Why are you proud of me?” She quizzes, looking over to me and grinning wide.

“You’re different. You never felt the need to be depressed, you never put on a fake smile, or pretended to be happy when you really weren’t.” I boop her nose and stare at her with my normal glare and frown.

“You need to lighten up, besides I’m sure you can smile!” Her smile is gentle, her eyes are a warm shade of brown and her features could light up at a room.

“Tch, quite the optimist you are. When Nightglimmer told me about you… I thought she was joking. There’s no way a pony could be that optimistic, from her description. I guess I judged too soon, though.”

“Yeah! And I can be your personal mentor on ‘How To Be Happy 101 With Brat’!” She giggles and turns to me. “How does that sound?”

“That sounds absolutely... “ I pause, watching her grin spread from ear to ear and wanting to create a dramatic pause for effect. “Revolting.” She gasps and laughs more nearly falling off the bench. “Is there something funny, Brat?”

She struggles to catch her breath and get up from the filthy ground. “Y-Yeah!” She snorts, making herself laugh even harder and fall back to the ground.

“What is so funny?” I ask again, tapping my hoof on the sidewalk impatiently, waiting for an answer.

“You are!” She snorts again, banging her hood on the ground. “It’s funny how… You’re never happy!” She gets up with tears in her eyes from laughing so hard and puts on a boring expression. “Oh, look at me. I’m Darkie and I’m never happy. I call Tigris a Brat because that’s what she is!” I roll my eyes as she continues imitating me. “You know what we should do?!” She yells excitedly. “We should dress up as one another for Nightmare Night and pretend to be the other pony! You would so fail at being me!” She giggles.

“And you think you would do any better trying to be me?” I ask, questioning her logic. “Do I have to remind you of the time you laughed at something so hard you cracked up in class, fell of your chair disturbing the lesson and the video the teacher was showing us?”

“Well, I know! But that pony was so funny! It wasn’t just me that laughed.” She claims.

I roll my eyes once again and stand up. “Well, I have eight other things to do today and you are not one of them.”

“Oh, but I am.” I turn around at the sound of the voice and Moonrose walks up to us bouncing her eyebrows.

I sigh. “You dumb moron. You aren’t one of-”

“Are you sure?” She asks again, giving me a seductive look and chuckling to herself and putting a hoof over my shoulder.

“I’m completely positive. You think you are so discreet, don’t you?” I carefully remove her hoof from around my shoulder. She smiles and winks at me. “Wow, very classy.”

“Hehe, I heard we were talking about history. Well, I may not go down in history but I can go down on you.” She says, giving me another wink. “You know you want me.”

“To go away. Yes. Well, I’ll see you two later.” I deadpan, walking away from them. I stop and turn around, looking at Moonrose. “Oh, by the way Moonrose… Don’t act so hot, you can’t even turn on the microwave.”

I get home and flop down on my bed. “Pessimistic, optimistic. I guess opposites attract. What a shame she’ll be leaving soon.” I say to know one in particular. I walk to my bookshelf and pull out a binder. “I guess it would be nice to have something to remember her by.” I grab supplies and lay them out in front of me. Scissors, glue, tape, binder, paper, dividers. I set the binder up accordingly.

A bolt of green energy circles around me and in an instant I’m outside my old house. “Dad… I know who it was.” I say sadly, “I’m not sure why… I don’t know what to do. I’m living with a murderer.” I choke out, I go into our old backyard, now infested with dead plants and weeds. I find a stick and begin drawing out a plan in the dirt.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” I spin around, afraid for my life. But all I see is Brat.

“What are you doing here?” I ask as she kneels down next to me.

“I’m here taking some photos, this place may be old and abandoned but it’s still beautiful. Why are you here? What are you drawing in the dirt?” She leans closer, as I continue drawing in the dirt.

“I’m making a plan.” I say plainly.

“For what?” She looks closer at the drawing in the dirt. “Those are good sketches. Do you mind if I take pictures of your house and town?”

“Knock yourself out.” I tell her. She smiles and skips around the yard happily, taking pictures of trees and other things. “The pessimist and the optimist. The light and the dark.” I say to myself.

“Hey! Darkie! Let’s take a picture together!” She prances back over with her camera in hand and a big smile on her face.

“Tch, fine.” I tell her getting up and dusting myself off.

She holds the camera up and smiles brightly. She puts her hoof around me, I look into the lens as she clicks the button and the camera shutters. She looks down at the camera and frowns. “You didn’t smile!” She exclaims, outraged.

“I-Uh, I… Didn’t have time.” I say sheepishly.

“That’s a lie!” She claims, putting the camera around her neck and chasing after me. “I trusted you to smile!”

“A horrible decision to even trust me at all.” I say, looking behind me. “Really.” I run through the bushes and the grass hoping to lose her but to no avail does she stop nor get lost. As she chases behind me, I run faster seeing her gain on me. “Geez, Brat!”

“Get back here and smile!” She yells after me playfully. I run around to the front of the house and stop for a breath. A strong force pins me down on the ground. I look up and sure enough Brat is on top of me, feeling very pleased. “I’m not getting up until you smile.”

“That’s fine….” I pant, out of breath. “I can get back up with or without you on me. You’re dead weight.”

She gives me a look of displeasure and gets up off of me. “I was only joking. I did want you to smile. But I won’t force you too.”

“Thanks for the- Uh, generosity. I suppose.” I reply, looking away from her. “So you leave in two weeks? Considering school ends tomorrow?” I ask trying not to show any emotion in my voice.

“Yeah. I’m going to miss you guys so much! I don’t really like to think about it, but you better send me lots of letters while I’m in Califoalnia.” I nod my head and look down at the ground.

“I will. Thanks Brat.” I tell her, ruffling her mane. “You’ve kept me quite entertained this past year.”

She pouts for a moment before returning to her bright and sunny exterior. “Thanks? For what?”

I look at her, trying not to show my sadness. “Tch, I’ll explain it to you all one day. I promise. But I need to get home.” I flick her forehead and mess up the sketches in the dirt before teleporting home.

I arrive home and take out a piece of parchment paper and a quill, I sit down and begin to write.

To My Insufferable Brat Tigris,

Brat… You know, it’s weird. Until you showed up, I’ve never called someone by that name before. Even this name has meaning. I’ll explain the things I promised I would, starting with this name.