Pinkie had finished setting up for the party. She'd spent hours baking and decorating. Now, she stood waiting at the door to waiting for them to arrive.
15 minutes late....They still hadn't shown up. But Pinkie didn't give up hope just yet. She stood at the door with a bright smile.
20 minutes....her smile began to fade into a frown.
An hour late....Pinkie starts to cry.
"They should be here by now...," she whispers feeling a pain of sadness in her heart. "if it's a party....how come no pony came...?"
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Pinkanema opens her tear filled eyes to find herself back in her contained room. She laid down and curled up in tight ball, sobbing softly.
"Even my imagination doesn't want me to be happy," she sobbed. "I wish I knew what I did to deserve to be in here..." The hall monitor passed by her cell. But this time he stopped in front of the cell with a sigh.
"Pinkanema....? Are you okay?" He asks. Pinkanema perks up. Auther nor anyone else had even talked to her before.
"N-No...," she says softly as she walks to the cell door. He smiles kindly. And opens the cell before stepping in. He cups her face with his hand.
"I could get in a lot of trouble for being here...," He says in a whisper. "But I can't stand to hear you cry in here anymore...I know what it's like to be alone.." He whispers. Pinkanema looks to him. Her eyes shimmering with hope.
"C-Can I ask you something Aurther?" she asks. He nods.
"What is it you want to know Pinkamena?" he asks.
"What does a hug feel like? I-I--" she is cut off by Auther as he hugs her tightly.
"You tell me..." He chuckles. Her eyes tear up again as she hugs him back, sobbing softly into his shoulder.
"I-It feels....w-warm....I like this feeling..." Pinkanema whispers. He smiles.
"That's right...I like it too..." Auther whispers back. She giggles softly.
"Auther??"
"Yes Pinkie?"
"Will you be my friend?" Pinkanema asks. He nods and hugs her again.
"Of course I'll be your friend....Your best friend" He tears up as her feels her sob in his arms. He had finally made her happy. After so many years of being alone... she had made her first friend. And so had he.
"I'll come back later Pinkie my dear..." He says, pulling away from the hug at last. She looks to him with a small smile.
"Promise?" she asks.
"I promise. Get some rest Pinkie. I'll be back when you wake up." Pinkamena nods and crawls into the small bed in the corner of her room. Auther smiles one last time and walks out. As he walked down the hall, he thought of the girl he had just become friends with. It made him feel great to finally come out of his shell and make a friend. Auther had gotten this job hoping to escape man-kind and just be alone. But in the end...Nothing really went to plan. Everything happens for a reason....And Aurther....He didn't mind that. Instead he was glad he had met Pinkanema...for she was just like him...alone, afraid...
And waiting.... For a friend.
This was an emotional rollercoaster, and I didn't want to get off!
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Glad you liked it!
Suddenly he is calling her Pinkie instead of Pinkanema. (He should have never heard that name.)
Was that simply an typo or is there an deeper meaning? Because if it is, it is really deep...
Good story.
(But maybe you should add the cover-source. Or look for a bigger one, if possible.)
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I plan to write a second one. He calls her Pinkie as a nickname. But ya gotta think. If shes talking to herself all the time in her cell. Hes gonna hear it eventually.
And I just got the cover off the internet. I dont know where or who made it or I would have gave them credit.
And lastly. I'm glad you liked the story
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Huh, that makes sense.
Also, I found the cover source: _FORGET U REALITY_ by Morra-chan on DeviantArt
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Thanks, Ill it in
I felt it was a bit rushed, but well done! Actually got me to tear up a bit there, and I don't do that easy. Very well done indeed!
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Thank You!
Sweet story and good ending!
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Thank You!!!
The story is short and bare bones. Technically proficient but it's boring. You have this setup for something bigger with all these questions you leave. Nothing is done to answer them. It's like you're flashing your tits for less than a second. Not enough for my brain to register it though. Plus I don't get to feel them. I felt nothing other than getting blue balled.
I hate getting blue balled.
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Welp damn. Sorry to leave ya that way man. But I dont let anyone touch my tits for free
Anyway. Thanks for the criticism. I'll use it when I'm writing my next story.
I liked it~ I hope you write some darker stories~
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*his my head on the table* Fuuuuuuck
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Wha..?
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-No comment-
Instant bottles feels right here.