Dashie finds herself flung back into the world of humans. She cashes into the house of Jimmie Rustler, a 16 year old boy who lives in the slums of Detroit. Will he be able to help Dashie?
Dash finds herself back on earth with her memories gone. But in coming back to earth, she comes across a boy named Jimmie. Even though he lives in the poor part of Detroit, he'll try to help in any way he can.
Will he be able to help her through the slums?
Note: This is going to be very long, so please don't go away at the start. I'm going to keep writing. Also, this gets to be a really random comedy latter on!
One day I was sitting in me bedroom when I saw a big hole open up in the sky. It was really big and dark, and it throbbed. But soon I see something come out of the hole. It flew really fast, but then it hit my window. It crashed through.
"What is yo thugged-out ass?" I asked it.
"I'm Rainbow dash." said Rainbow dash. "But I have lost my memories"
I loved to watch MLP. It was my favorite thing to do. I always liked Rainbow Dash the most. She was the coolest of them all. I really wanted to have my own Dashie ever since I read the Story My little Dashie.
I thought it was really cool. I asked it, "Do you miss yo' dad?"
"My dad?"
Oh yeah. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Bitch lost all memories when dat biiiitch was taken away from her father. I see tears come off my face as I got closer to her.
"I'ma take care of yo thugged-up ass."
With a little look in her eye, Rainbow Dash said. "I lost my memories of Ponyville. Thank you for helping me, stranger."
It has been three months since Rainbow Dash came into my life. It very hard to get her from seeing my mother, but I make her hide in closet.
She didn't like it in there very much but If my mom see her her she would be taken away and tested on. I don't want that.
"Here you go, homie," I say as I hand her a plate of food.
"Thank you daddy," She said back.
That was the first time I heard her say that. I bring smile to face as I get up to get her drink. "I got straight-up love fo' you, girl." It was hard to keep in all my emotions while I was taking care of her.
Later that day we both went to the park. It was a bright sunny day. It was hot. I had on my black T-shirt and blue geans. I had black hair and red eyes. I was 14, and It was very hard for me to walk since I had a bad headache.
I sat down on a bench. The park had no one in it because it was very old and musty. But there was one guy, but I new him.
"Yo dude, what's up?" I said to him.
"Nothang much." He was a really nice guy. People didn't talk to him much, though. since he was the neighborhood rapist.
I watched Dashie (I call her that now) fly up in air. I see big boom, like in the Dashie story. Big sonic rainboom, it was very pretty with lots of colors.
I hope tha army don't peep dat shit. I thought as she come back down, happy.
I hoped to see her with her cute mark, but it seems she was too young. "Maybe next time you'll git dat shit. I'm sorry you didn't git it todizzle, though," I say to her. She was crying when I took her home.
I almost cried myself, but I had to hold it in. I needed to show strength.
I hoped the day doesn't come when I have to give her back. I love her too much to do that.
I was playing on my Xbox when my mom came in, she was angry that I didn't clean my room.
I was nervous because she could see Dashie at any point. I didn't want her to see her. I worked so hard to keep her secret.
"Clean yo' room!" she yelled. I was scared; Sweat trailed down my light blue hair. (I colored it light blue after we came back from the park)
"Okay, I'ma do it." She looked around my room but Dashie hid under some shirts. It was funny seeing my mom trying find her, but she couldn't.
My mom left after a while of intense searching for my friend. I wanted to tell her to leave myself, but that might make me look bad. When my mom left, Dashie came out of her hiding place. "Daddy, why do I have to hide from her?"
"It's cuz dat biiiiatch wouldn't KNOW yo thugged-out ass. Biatch would hit you wit up ta tha army. I don't want you ta be taken away. I gots a straight-up lovin fo' you all muthafuckin day."
Dashie started to cry. I reached over to hug her. "Daddy, I don't want to be tested on."
"Shhh. I won't let dem do dat ta yo thugged-out ass.
Later that day we went to my friends home for help. "Fuck dat shit, you gotz a real Rainbow Dash," he said to me in surprise.
He was a brony too, in fact everyone on my street was a brony because it was the best ever. It was cool to be the brony. "I found her three months ago. I need yo' help. Take care of her, please," I begged.
We sat for there for three minutes while he thought about it.
It’s been nearly two days since I leave Dashie at my friends home. He said that he could take care her for bit while I got a better home ready.
I did not want her to be hiding in the closest anymore, I wanted her to have her own home and I wanted to be there too. It’s really hard trying to think about that she is going to be taken away in 15 years. Maybe I can be taken back too. I hope I can.
I lifted some old clothes off the ground totally unknowing that I missed a picture of dashie. I looked at it for six minutes while I started to cry. I missed her so hard.
Later I got a call from my friend, Dashie was on the other end.
"Daddy?"
"Yea, Dashie?" She sounded sad.
"I want to go home."
"Yo ass cant cuz I’m bustin a freshly smoked up home so you can be mo' safe at home."
She cried, "I saw My Little Pony." My eyes widened. This is bad.
"Don't worry, yo ass is tha only pony around," I lied. But I have to to keep her from running away like she did in the story.
I go to my friends home to get Dashie. He was my best friend and I loved him very much.
I nocked on the door, and he opened it up.
“i be here fo' Dashe.”
“Im not goin ta give her ta you,” I was sad.
“Why not?”
“Im be goin ta take care of her now on.” I was getting very angery since I now hated him.
I pulled out my gun and aimed at his face. Bitch, your goinna ta give me her!”
He held out his hands, he was real scared. “Waita seccont, man!”
“Fuck you!” I yelled before I pulled the trigger, releasing hot lead onto his face.
“ARHGHGHGHHHHHHHhhh!” He screamed as he fell to the ground, bleeding out.
“Dat right, biiaatch!!” I taunted him. I stood over his body and unloaded 5 more shots into his back. “Fuck! Ing! Die! Fuck!” I yelled with every shot.
I was so mad at him. He was not going to keep Dashie from me.
“Daddy?” I saw Dashie peek her head out of one of the rooms inside his home.
“Comere Dashie!” I waved my hand to tell her to get over to me.
I bring dashie back to my house. I was really tiered but i had to feed Dashie.
I go get some carrots from my kitchen. my mom was there and realyl mad. I was scard.
"Where was yo slick ass?"
"I was up gettin some milk, mom."
I wasn't out to get milk. In fact I was out getting dashie back from my friend who isn't my freind anymore. I still can't bealeave that he took dashie away from me. i don't like him anymore.
"Where's tha milk, bitch?"
Oh no. I was going to be now bad way.
"In tha fridge, yo."
She goes to fridge to look for milk.
When she opens the door, though, I took out the same gun I used to dispatch my ex-friend. Pulling the trigger a few times, I turned the back of her head, and the contents on the fridge, and tint of dark red.
"What was that, dad?" Dashie ask.
"Nothang Dashie, go back ta yo' room." I say with smile. "I be bout ta be there soon."
Dashie was very mad about me doing that to my mom and such.
"Why would you hurt her like that?" She ahad the look of a blind chnees man on her face. "I thought you loved her... Do you love me?"
That really huirt my iner black man. So I got up and hid the body of my dead mother. (I forgot to before. I know, it's really bad to do but I won't want Pinkie finding out about it.)
Dashie helps me hide her in the floor, it was rreally fun down there. I had a cool collection of dead rats and stuff. I wanted to find more tarding card, but my mother wouldn't let me have any. I really miss my mom, I'm going to call up Batman later today to see if I can catch the asshole who killed her.
The day very cold. I was outsdie giving my putting dirt in a damn hole with my trusty shovel. After i dummped another load of dirt into the hole, I wiped my face of with a towl I happened to have.
"Wow." I looked down at my dead mother. I somewhat wished I didn't shoot her in the back of the head because her brain leaked out all over my nice white tile floor when I tried to drag her outside. Such a pity...
Dashy came running out of the house into my backyard. "What are you doing, Daddy?"
"I'm makin' sure this bitch don't get the fuck back up like a fucking zombie."
I looked down at her. A single tear leaked down my face, but it wasn't because I was sad, it was because the government isn't giving out visas to Iraq translators. It's really sad. I mean, why don't we do that? I heard it took, like, 3 years for one guy to get one. What the fuck?
I guess my dead mother was kinda making me cry, since, you know, she was starting to stick... bad. Flies were swarming her when I tried to get her out of the house. i had to kill them all with my sweet karate moves.
"Dad?" Dafy saked.
"What?!" I slaped her in the face.
"Can we get some icecream? I really like that now that I've been here for 5 years."
I picked her up and smiled. "Sure thing, precious."
I later got my guns. "Time to take on the goverment of ararica.
