Chapter 7: Friendship
Steve jumped from rooftop to rooftop in an attempt to find food. He knew horses are herbivores, therefore ponies probably are, too, so he didn’t expect to find any meat. He continued to sneak by ponies, doing whatever it takes to stay out of sight. The, invisible, Crafter leapt from a rooftop to another rooftop as he thought about his food options. There was melons and bread, or he could take a food that he had never eaten before. Then again, that’s a little risky because he wouldn’t know what’s food or how to consume it. Grab something that’s not food, he could get poisoned, consume something wrong, he could possibly die, so he’d rather not risk it. There were melon stands and a bakery. There was, also, an apple stand which he could try and take from.
He thought to himself how he could do it. He could fish them, or try to sneak up close enough so he can grab them and put it in his inventory. If he tried to fish them, someone may see his rod. If he tried to steal them up front he could bump into someone or just be seen stealing the fruit. He sighed, as he tried to figure out how he would steal the food. Steve was sitting on top of a rooftop, perched high above the citizens of Ponyville. As he stood up, however, he instantly regretted it, as the roofing beneath him started to crack, under his weight.
“Oh shi-.” He tried to say as he fell into a house. He landed on his back and in some sort of attic. He got a quick look around before he heard another cracking sound. The floorboards weren’t going to be able to hold him up. Steve looked at the boards. “Don’t you do it. Don’t you fucking do it.” He said under his breath.
The floorboards cracked and Steve fell. He landed on his back, again, hoping he was on solid ground that wouldn’t crack. He looked around. He was on solid ground, but the wooden floorboards still cracked. “Well that hurt.” He said aloud. Then he remembered he was in someone’s home. As long as they didn’t hear him, or see him, then he had a chance to escape. He heard someone calling out.
“Dinky,” a feminine voice called out, “was that you.”
“No, mom.” The newly identified Dinky responded to her, most likely, mother. He heard hoofsteps coming towards the room.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Steve said under his breath. He looked around the room for a place to hide or escape. There was a bed, but he was probably to big to fit under it. There was, also, a closet he could hide inside, but that would be to obvious. Lastly, there was a window, however, that lead out into the open streets, so he couldn’t go out of that. Then he remembered, he was invisible. The only problem was the potion gave off a shimmer, so he could, still, be spotted if someone tried really hard to look for him.. Unless, he went somewhere dark, like the closet. He quickly got up and ran into the closet. Slowly shutting the door behind him, he quieted his breathing to make sure she couldn’t hear him.
“Hello?” She asked as she entered the room. “Is anyone in here?” The mare walked over to the bed. She peeked under it to check if anyone was there. When she realized no one was there, she turned to the closet. Steve held his breath. She looked into the closet, right through Steve. “Nothing.” She said to herself. The mare turned to leave. Right as she left the room, Steve’s invisibility ran out.
He let out a sigh of relief for the perfect timing. That sigh may have been a little too loud. She turned around and headed back to the closet. She looked right at Steve and collapsed back in fear. Steve got a good look at the mare. She had a gray coat with a blonde mane. This was the mare known as Derpy, due to her derpy looking eyes.
“Y-y-you’re him.” She stammered.
“Shh.” Steve shushed. “It’s okay I’m not going to hurt you. I simply-.“ He was cut off by a scream by the mare. She turned around and slammed into the wall. Steve sighed and facepalmed as he walked over to her. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” He repeated.
“Y-you won’t?” She asked.
“Yes. The only reason the guards are hunting me is due to a false accusation. However, I can’t sort it out when we’re fighting.” Steve explained. “I was put into this world by some sort of unknown power, and I have no idea how to get out. I never wanted to fight. I never wanted to be outcast. I never wanted any of this. Now I hope you can accept me so I can try and figure out a way home.”
Steve looked at the mare. He hadn’t seen her reaction as he held his head low. Her face wore a sympathetic expression as she looked into his eyes. “What happened?” She asked.
“What?”
“What happened? Why are you cast out of society?” She clarified.
“Well, that’s a long story.” He said. “It went a little something like this,”
15 minutes later
“That’s when I fell into your house,” Steve told her, “which, by the way, I am very sorry about, Miss Derpy.”
“Please just call me Derpy. I never liked formalities.” She told him.
“Good. I never liked them either.” Steve told her.
“Mom?” Steve heard a voice cry out. “Who are you talking to?”
“Oh, that’s my daughter, Dinky.” Derpy explained. “I should introduce you two.”
“Okay.” Steve said. He got up from the table and followed Derpy to the bedroom.
“Dinky,” Derpy started, “this is Steve.” The filly wore an uneasy look on her face. “He’s not a pony, but he is still very nice. Steve this is my daughter, Dinky.”
“Hello, Dinky.” Steve said.
“Mommy,” Dinky said, “is that you’re new stallionfriend?” Derpy blushed.
“What?” Derpy asked. “Dinky that’s ridiculous. I just met him.” She turned to Steve. “Sorry about that. She lost her father not to long ago, and she misses him so much.”
Steve’s mouth formed an o shape. “Okay.” Steve said. “Sorry to hear about that.” There was a short pause. “Anyways, I should probably head out. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye.” Dinky said.
“Wait.” Derpy said causing the Crafter to turn around. “Here,” she said handing him something, “have a muffin. You don’t seem as bad as everyone says. I hope one day everyone will realize how nice you are.”
“Thanks.” Steve said. “Goodbye.” He said a he left Dinky’s room. He went back to the room he fell into. From there he climbed into the attic. Once he was inside the attic, he drank an invisibility potion before climbing onto the roof. “Now time to get food.” He said.
Derpy watched as Steve left her and her daughter.
“I think you like him.” Dinky said, causing her to blush, again. Derpy laughed. “I’m not joking, mom.” Dinky said. “He seems like a nice guy. I think you might be seeing love at first sight.”
“Dinky, I know you miss your father, too, but you can’t rush love or else you’ll mess up.”
“I know, mom, but I just really miss dad.” Dinky said, lowering her head.
“Maybe someday.” Derpy said. “Maybe someday.”
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Steve could fix Derpy roof but it would be a block shaped and stick out like a sore thumb and the image would be cursed for pony
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Which is probably why he didn’t. That would make it obvious he was there.
Saw that coming. (Cover spoiler.)
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Yeah. It’s also one of the tags. But you don’t know what’s gonna happen. How will Derpy stand with Steve (just friends or lovers or maybe become enemies)? What’s relevance to the plot? How good are her muffins?
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I can only answer the last question.
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I already read it.
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Good!
Why are you copying off the main story a Crafters dream aka question??
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It’s his first story. Those tend to be a bit inspired from other stories.
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Not necessarily however i was pretty inspired by it. Don’t worry this will be much different a few more chapters in.
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Yes, you’re right. Don’t worry, I’ll make a completely original one later. Furthermore, I have a big plan for this story. I just hope that I’ll have enough time to do it.
This line hurt to read. It feels completely off, like it is absolutely not something any person would say.
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Well, if you were in Steve’s shoes all you’d want was to go home, but the first form of intelligent life you meet attacks you. If he wants to get home, he needs help, but he can’t if they don’t accept him.