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BlazyPazy


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For most fillies and colts, the most challenging obstacle is getting their cutie marks. But unlike them, Blazey Sketch has others things to deal with along the way.

The anxiety-filled nine-year-old suffers more than just being a blank flank. Trying to figure out who she wants to be, suffering with the nightmares she’s been having, childhood traumas she’s getting from her father’s abuse. The list goes on. All she wants, is for everypony to like her for who she is, but she hasn't quite figured that out yet. Will her cutiemark show her a way out of this dreadful life or perhaps will it be something she would never dream of?

(Special thanks to Relux_the_Relux for helping me edit this! i deeply appreciate it!)

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Silence filled the air in the home. All that was heard was the ticking of the clock and the muffled out sound of the cold, snowy wind outside. The wood floor occasionally creaked as Gentle walked across it, sitting at the dinner table. The table was covered by a baby blue table cloth and illuminated by a single lit candle in the middle.

“I’m glad dad isn’t here...” Blazy muttered quietly as she ate her food. “He won’t be able to hurt you-”

Out of all the ways she could have started dinner, that’s what she goes with?

Blazy began to think, her once big smile fading away into a frown. She looked at her mom before her ears lowered. She wanted to say what was on her mind but couldn’t find the words to say anything. Besides… her mom looked happy. She didn’t want to ruin it but she couldn’t just bottle this up… could she?

What does she want to say?

As Blazy was about to leave, Gentle placed a double-layered chocolate chipped chocolate cake in front of her. Blazy’s eyes instantly grew adorably large, filling most of her eye sockets. She stuck her tongue out, beginning to lick her lips. “Chocolattteeee!”

You know what? I think I’d do the same thing.

Blazy suddenly dug into it with her spoon, making a mess on her face in the process. The taste was so sweet and chocolatey. The insides were creamy and the frosting alone tasted like sugar. It felt like her taste buds were dancing as she enjoyed the chocolate dessert, a big smile on her face.

Wait, she’s eating it with a spoon?

Gentle lifted up her yellow dress, looking at her cutie mark before sighing happily.

Does she always wear clothes or is it only when she’s cooking or something?

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1. pretty much
2. not sure why that's there, i'll fix it
3. yeah, she does-
4. she always wears clothes, same with Blazey.

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Do they not have forks?
So everypony wears clothes?

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They do but Blazy just wanted to eat her cake with a spoon-
Not everyone but some of my ocs wear clothes, like Blazy for example.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Sketch, we’ve been trying for two years straight, but nothing is going to fix her wings! I’m afraid her wings are never going to fully grow and there’s not much we can do!” The stallion said bluntly as he sat back down in his office chair.

So she’s just like scootaloo?

Blazey gets out from behind her friend as her eyes began to glow red, like blood as her eyes narrowed. She goes up to Damaged who was standing over her. "Leave... Him... Alone..."

Does she have some sort of monster inside of her?

"How? Because of the whole eye thing?"

What’s wrong with his eyes?

"I...I can't tell you." Fullmoon said rather hesitantly.

Will it be revealed?

“Alright, class! Now that you’ve had some time to write down your thoughts on the book we’ve finished yesterday, it’s time to find a partner and discuss with them what your thoughts were,” She began to give different students a small piece of paper that was either labeled “A” or “B” in which Blazey got A. “Now, everyone! Turn to the pony next to you and begin!”

Oh god, I remember this.

“I’m Trèsor, I-I’m kinda new here… I came here a couple of weeks ago.”

Is trèsor supposed to mean something?

“Oh, welcome, Trèsor. I’m... Blazey,” she softly says with a bigger smile.

Why is her name blazey?

Blazey looks at the rather big packet, beginning to feel anxious but containing herself, sliding it into her saddlebag. As soon as the bell rang, Cheerilee went up to Blazey’s desk. “You should have told me what happened with Damaged, Blazey. I could have taken care of it.”

I call bs on that.

“Thank you for always helping me… “ Blazey smiled before walking out the door.

Helping her?

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