Past Memories

by Crochet

First published 14th of November, 2023

A story about my OC: Firework Daze

Firework Daze - a macaroni-colored pony with a salsa, blueberry and bubblegum pink mane, born with fangs like no other. Living off the grid with only an unsentimental slingshot to their name. They have been living in nature for the past four years now. But after eating a pair of neighboring squirrels one day suddenly things take a turn for the unknowingly.

Interesting Start

Clouds drifted across the sapphire sky with a dab of canarnation streaking the horizon where a sleepy sun was beginning to peek over the distant mountains - it began to replace the stars that were simply fading away on their own and the moon which let itself be overtaken by the beautiful light that was given by the big star.

Just like arms stretching out in a yawn, rays of sunlight gently sprinkled over everything and everyone, including a pony which sighed in comfort when a motherlike embrace of warmth crept over them and with a opening mawl to showcase many sharp-looking teeth, a tired sound bounced from their throat and into the out, and with a snap, it closed. But when that happened, they accidentally blinked which broke their dream and to dishonor them, they looked up at the star to give a glare to that would stun even the wildest of beasts - but nothing of the sort happened, mostly because the sun wasn't a sentient being, just a planet and that the miffed pony wasn't giving it their all. With something close to a chirp of a bird, they found the strength to stand up and tried to shake off the sleepiness which was easy but the grass that always clung to their body whenever they slept, and no matter how they slept or what they wore, flaked off stubbornly, like it always did.

The pony held the name of Firework Daze and they looked like the powerful sparklely dynamite went off in a blaze of softness. Their mane was bouncy and bright with three colors, but their fur was a midge thick, anyone could point out the tuff of fur that sprouted from their neck, but nobody ever did - it was also clean because they didn't really do anything that would make them dirty and if they did they would always clean themself with their tongue or go splash off in some water to douse away the grime.

The unwanted stains would be the most noticeable because they wore nothing at all, although their right paw was always occupied with a stick with a hankie tied to the tip that withheld a toy: a slingshot, but they never used the darn thing, it was just an item of unsentimental reasons. But back with the topic at paw, no clothing or cloth could be seen on their body because they thought it was just a barrier between themself and the world and they liked for their body to be free always.

Although they did like the image of hats - which included ear muffs, and they thought they were accurately named. Ear muffs were to be placed over your ears to muffle the sounds, but mainly to protect your ears from the harsh winds or cold temperatures.

Firework Daze stood there, staring up at the sun. It glittered back at her as it too rose from its bed. Glare flickered back and forth in their pupils before reaching the different shades of dark magenta that surrounded the black hole and then with a blink, it vanished and turned into sun spots.

Making a noise close to a whistle but not quite, they fussed with the knot of their bag making sure it didn't loosen in the night. For they were known for tusseling wildly in their sleep.

Nodding in satisfaction, they began to walk on three legs in the direction of a rough but manageable pathway that steered away from the field of grass and flowers to a shaded forest.

Trotting in leisurely pace, they peered at the squirrels bickering back to each other - something about misplaced nuts or an accidental eaten leftovers that were meant to be breakfast from last night. Firework Daze didn't mean to eavesdrop on anyone's conversation, but it was hard not to since they lived all around critters who aimlessly argued about this and that for dramatics. They, Firework Daze, pondered about the speech of animals. It was never hard for them to listen, read lips or speak the language, but the bears that lived in the old cave were the first they spoke to after a question of pure loss awoke them from their dreams.

With a final squeak, the second squirrel pushed the first squirrel off the branch and with a thump hit ground at an odd angle. Firework Daze hadn't noticed and soon there was a horrid meaty noise beneath their paw and they realized they didn't have to travel far for breakfast that day. But as they picked up the fallen rodent, they realized that the forest had become truly silent. They looked up at the branch and saw that the second squirrel had fallen too. Looking closer, Firework Daze saw that its neck was broken. She picked it up and spat out the other to place them both upon their back for a ride to the beach.

Closing their eyes, suddenly drained from the loss of a pair of annoying neighbors but neighbors nevertheless, they let their legs take them to where they needed to go. Soft grass, cool dirt and crunchy leaves underfoot as they made their way to plentiful ivory lands next to vast waters.

With open eyes, Firework Daze sat suddenly which made the lifeless rodents fall from their back in a heap. Stabbing the stick in the sand, they cracked their neck and knuckles before leaning over and snatching a piece of a shell up. Using their fangs, they sharpened the ancient rock into a spear and stood upon their back hooves and glared daggers at the ocean before cautiously taking a step forward before abruptly throwing it into the waves. It struck something with scales and up popped a fish with X eyes. Rescuing it from the ocean, they then used their claws to scrape away the tough skin to reveal the purplish pink flesh underneath. They did the same thing to the squirrels but preferred to dunk them into the sea water to purify their bodies before making a fish sandwich with their husks.

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With a burp, breakfast was over and Firework Daze's soul felt heavier with matter than before. But that's alright, because they also felt powerful, but they didn't like how their stomach felt a bit weirder than before they went on a search for food. With a shake of the head and a huff, they brushed the sand from their rump and yanked the stick out of the ivory with their jaw before placing it into their paw, claws gripping the branch with vigor to continue onward to perhaps graze on grass, the occasional flower or go exploring. Closing her eyes yet again, they let their legs bring them wherever without anxiety.

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99% herbivore / 1% carnivore.

New Goal

Looking forward to future lunch, Firework Daze opened theue eyes to find themselves in an unknown part of the forest. Glancing to and fro, up and down, and diangle to angle, they found that their paws were titter-tottering on a ledge. Fall below were jagged rocks and unidentified buildings.

A brief breeze fazed by and played with their fur only to make dirt crumble away from underfoot and with a blink, air whipped by them in a flash and soon found themselves half-eaten by mud.

Looking up, Firework Daze saw that they had indeed taken a tumble down pain lane, but something about the cliff, rocks and structures struck an indifferent feeling in their gut. Like they knew of something but didn't exactly knew what.

Swimming through the swamp, they toured the abandoned village with curious gusto. They hadn't been there before, smack! Straight into a blue box made of metal that was poking out of a square of dry ground. It had a slot on the top, and a lock and handle in the chest captivity area.

^DING

_DONG'S

^POSTAL

^BOX

Firework Daze didn't even glance at the words because they made no sense to them and because they were taking a big chomp of the azare container to get at the papery insides. Spitting out bark, leaves and beetles, they found treasure. A measly drawing of a pony and another pony smiling. But it had a catch, there was a map on the back, and there was a red dotted line that led away from the village to a sharp bubbly presence in the heavens.

The two ponies - both were unicorns - seemed to be friends. They both stood looking at each other with smiles on their faces while the sun from beyond the mountains made their edges and curves glow with yellow shimmer. Standing upon green, healthy looking grass. The sky was all blue, no cloud in sight. Firework Daze thought that whoever made this was an artist at heart and wanted to show the compassion they had for their friend.

Making a slight whistle, Firework Daze peered at each house through foggy windows and broken doors. Something happened here, but they didn't know what. It probably happened a very long time ago because the property was smuck while the rest of the small town was covered with layers of dust and cobwebs. Untying their hankie a slight, they rolled up the drawing and gently poked it through the gape they made before tightening up the knot to their liking and then made their way through the depressing village.

Once out of the mud and onto dry ground, they shook themselves clean of swamp poo. With growing determination to find a new home because obviously they couldn't go back to their old one, they trotted onward on loose stones embedded into the trail.

Their paws were too soft to make any noise but their hooves, on the other foot, made a click-clack sound every time they made contact with the slate. With a subtle beat going with a random whistle every now and again, Firework Daze found themselves in a stupor.

But they grew out of it when a sharp smell made them stop immediately in place to then swivel their head side to side, sniffing and then bolting in a random direction, completely letting go on their belongings without a care. They weren't sentimental, so it didn't matter, besides Firework Daze had a camera-like memory but not a compass-way of direction, but their nose stuck on the scent like a permanent marker.

And soon found themselves standing before a wounded pony that seemed to be asleep. No blood made a pool from beneath their body, but the noticeable thing was the bruises that were covered the pony's rump and legs. She - Firework Daze found out from thoroughly examining the poor filly - was an apricot earth pony with a red poofy mane and tail, that and she wore purple glasses above her nose. She seemed to be in her early teens but looks could be telling a lie.

Not knowing how to wake the mare, she took a nibble on her bum and that surely was a rude awakening, because the pony instantly awoke with her head pinging off the grass.

"Ah!" the pale filly said, surprised and was even more surprised when she glanced over and made eye contact with magenta ones. Gasping, she scuttled backwards, afraid. "Who are you?"

Firework Daze blinked at the old speech, but with sone complicated chirping and whistling, they tossed their name over.

"What?" the filly said, caught off-guard.

Firework Daze repeated themselves, but the same thing happened. A baffled sound came from the earth pony's mouth a second time.

"O-oh," the filly finally said, standing up with a wince. "is that how you talk?" she asked, tilting her head at the macaroni-colored pony.

A tweet was Firework Daze's weak reply.

"Can you repeat that?"

"T-tweet~!"

"Your name is Tweet?"

Firework Daze gave the filly a look of frustration, the youngling gave one back but of interest.

"Wait, so you can understand what I'm saying?"

With a grunt, Firework Daze nodded.

"But you can't speak Equestrian?"

"Chirp~."

"Well, I'm Twist," the red maned filly said, with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, mainly because of the bruising. "It's nice to meet you...uh, what should I call you?"

Firework Daze bent down and drew an explosion in the dirt with their claw.

Twist squinted at the drawing. "Boom?"

"Tweet~!" Firework Daze said, wiping away the example and quickly made another with a stick of dynamite next to a bunch of sparkles. "Chirp~!"

"Party Blast?"

The next drawing was of a rocket with a great many sparkles, explosions and what looked to be ponies celebrating with cheer on the faces - the complete opposite what Firework Daze had.

With a nervous smile, Twist examined the last drawing and stammered, "F-Firework?"

Firework Daze exploded with a bunch of chirps, tweets and trills.

Twist smiled and waited till her newfound acquaintance finished up before she asked a doleful question. "Do you know where we are, Firework?"

Like a deflated balloon, Firework Daze slumped.

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You gained your first companion!

Twist the earth pony!