Depression is Tragic

by artistwithouttalent

So What am I so Afraid of?

Rarity was taken aback, but not as much as Pinkie would have expected.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Pinkie said, slightly abashed. “Don’t you care?”

Rarity was quick to respond.

“I care, darling, I do; it’s just that I don’t really know how to react here. It is a shocking revelation, to be sure, but I barely know you.”

“Oh,” Pinkie said, sounding discouraged.

They sat for a few moments in awkward silence when Pinkie spoke up again.

“That’s why I’ve been keeping close to you,” she said in a small voice. “You’re the only other outsider that’s ever come to the farm.”

“Outsider?” Rarity replied.

“Someone from outside the farm,” Pinkie spoke up. “Ma and Pa keep to themselves mostly.”

“Well, how long have you been here?” Rarity asked.

“A long time,” Pinkie replied. “I barely remember anyone before Ma and Pa. When I asked about my real family, they told me about a train of bright-colored wagons that passed their farm once, and how I was sitting on the edge of the road after they passed.”

Rarity sat taking it in. This was a lot to digest, and somehow it all had more weight coming from someone she’d barely known. Pinkie must have interpreted her silence as indifference, because she became even more despondent.

“We should go in,” Pinkie said, her head hung low. “Ma and Pa will be expecting us for dinner.” She began plodding toward the farm house and Rarity followed, flustered.

“But Pinkie,” she said, “It’s barely afternoon.”

Pinkie let some of her indignation show. She turned around to Rarity and said, with her nose turned up and eyes closed, “Well, we eat dinner early here,” and stomped away in a huff.

“Pinkie,” Rarity called out, crestfallen, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!”

Her words fell on deaf ears as Pinkie kept walking towards the house. Rarity ran to catch up.

“Pinkie, why does this upset you so much?”

Pinkie stopped and looked at her.

“I just figured,” she said, pausing for a moment, choking up, “that you would have, a little more sympathy for the pony who likes you.”

“Likes me?” Rarity thought, flabbergasted.”This pony I met not 2 days ago harbors feelings for me?”

“Yeah, I do,” Pinkie snapped, forcing Rarity back to reality.

“You heard my thoughts?!” Rarity cried, dumbfounded.

“I heard your inner monologue,” Pinkie pouted.

“OK, then I'll get to the point: Why do you have these feelings, darling? We've just met,” Rarity said, still curious as to how or why Pinkie could read minds.

“Rarity,” Pinkie said,tears welling up in her eyes, “you are the nicest pony I've ever met, including my family. You are the best I could ever hope for.”

Comments

[artistwithouttalent]

543146

Indeed you do.

[artistwithouttalent]

Sorry it's taken SO LONG to update, but this semester was hell, and this chapter was difficult to figure out, and it shows.

[cheetaboy7]

Well, I'm still around

[artistwithouttalent]

Hello everyone! It may not look like I've updated, but I have! Reread the last chapter if you don't believe me.

[artistwithouttalent]

Hey everyone. May be putting this on hiatus; my PC has had a processor failure and as such there is very little I can do with the story right now.

[artistwithouttalent]

Hello again. Officially putting this on hiatus until my computer is repaired
It's the only place I can save my files, and the only place I can keep it private from the anti-bronies I am currently staying with.

[artistwithouttalent]

2507014 Wing feathers might, yes, but wings are far trickier, and sometimes (such as in this case) they can't be properly fixed.

[artistwithouttalent]

I'm Back...

OK, for everyone who doesn't read my blog, I'm suspending the "Nopony Dies" story arc for now; it just doesn't provide me the same inspiration as the grimdark path does. I may come back to it later, but for now, I want to focus on one path for this story and begin another. Should have another chapter tonight

[artistwithouttalent]

UPDATE: my mood has twirled around. I'll keep the "Nopony Dies" arc around as long as the "Everypony Dies" arc; after that I may continue it.