12
(Part 3)
"On the way to discovering what we love, we will find everything we hate, everything that blocks our path to what we desire."
(12)
An eerie wind blew across the dirt laden, rocky plains on another dreary morning. The sun, masked in a gray smog, hung over an old farm house. A creaky windmill could be heard turning ever so slightly in the wind, the rusted tower was aged much like its surroundings. Along with the tarnished mill, a silo stood next to its aged brother, its gray metal shingles matching the dull sky. The farm house was of the same color and decay. These lands consisted of the bleak colors of grays, browns and blacks; this was the norm of the average rock farmer.
The front door of the farm cottage opened and out slowly stepped a family of bland ponies. A dark-yellow coated father, a silver coated mother, and two younger mares, one of which was bleakly purple coated and the other was gray coated. Each had a dismal look on their faces, as if neither of them had gained sleep the night before. They all seemed to be lacking life; with their heads low and eyes lacking any signs of joy, they were ready to begin another reiterated day on the farm.
The father coldly stated, “We better harvest the rocks from the south field.”
As the four dragged their hooves to work, a faint and odd noise could be heard coming from the silo ahead. The bizarre and eccentric tune bounced through the ears of the pony family. The strange music was unfamiliar to them as they stopped and listened. The agitated mother gave a cross look on her face and stepped towards the door of the silo.
The mother pony demanded, “Pinkamena Diane Pie! Is that you?” The tower door flung open and the pink filly burst forth from the party she had created. Confetti and vibrant balloons floated out the door as the pink filly beamed a smile at her dumbfounded family members.
“Mom,” she blissfully exclaimed, “I need you and dad and the sisters to come in! Quick!”
She shut the door as fast as she had opened it, eagerly awaiting their arrivals and reactions inside. The sisters looked at each other and gave one another an unknowing expression as to what was going on with Pinkie Pie. The family cautiously walked up to their once humble and peaceful silo. The father opened the wooden door wide to reveal an exuberant celebration going on. The music was much louder and the vivid party colors clashed with the tainted walls of the silo. Party food, party games, streamers, balloons and confetti all surrounded a gargantuan cake which made the center piece of the party. The family’s wandering eyes were having a hard time taking in the bewildering sight; with the amount of strange colors, blaring music and the foreign smells, they felt a tad dizzy just trying to comprehend what was going on exactly. The puzzled pony family completely overlooked their off colored kin who stood right next to the large and festive cake.
Pinkie pulled their attention towards her with a shout, “Surprise!” She promptly asked, “You like it? It’s called, a ‘party’!”
Pinkie eagerly awaited their responses. The four ponies stood there with their mouth’s agape, the pink filly’s smile soon turned to unknown hesitance. The family’s mouths quivered, staring at each of the strange, party related objects in the room. Pinkie was expecting her family to express smiles as large as hers, but their delayed responses concerned the pink filly.
Pinkie frowned and turned her body away from her family in dismay, “Oh... you don’t like it...” With a sudden mood swing, simultaneously all four members of the family burst into gleeful smiles from ear to ear. Pinkie gasped in excitement, “You like it!” She ran over and quickly grabbed her mother’s hoof and danced with her. The others joined in the merriment and danced to the polka music.
“I’m so happy,” Pinkie relieved as she danced with her mother. Everything had gone much better than Pinkie had expected and she couldn’t be more happier. In a strange instant however, she felt something tingling on her flank. She looked down and noticed that she had received her cutie mark. She let out a gleeful squeal of joy and hugged her mother.
Pinkie’s mom laughed and asked, “What are you doing, dear?”
“Look! I got my cutie mark!”
Once she announced the news openly, the family stopped their frolicking and averted their attention towards their pink family member. Pinkie sat still as the family gathered around her to see what her cutie mark was. Their looks turned to distress as they saw something they didn’t expect.
Pinkie frantically looked at them and asked, “What’s wrong? Is there something wrong?” Pinkie’s mother and father turned towards one another, glaring into each other’s eyes with a look of detest.
Pinkie’s mother said under her breath towards the Pie father, “This is your fault.” With that statement, she promptly left the silo. He looked back towards Pinkie and with an angered expression, nodded in disapproval and left the silo after his wife.
The two sister stayed with their dissatisfied sister as she flopped herself down on the floor and sighed, “All I wanted to do was make everypony happy...”
She looked back up at her sisters and asked, “Blinkie? Inkie? Why are mom and dad angry at me?”
Blinkie, the dull-purple filly, answered sternly, “Well isn’t it obvious enough? They wanted your cutie mark to be something similar to theirs.”
“You know,” Inkie, the gray filly, added with a lighter tone than her sister’s, “like... rock farming, and-or, rock or farm related.” Pinkie sighed and got back up on her hooves with a melancholy frown. Inkie continued, “They seem pretty mad about this... especially mom...”
Blinkie agreed, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen mom this mad before, even when she caught you out in the food pantry that one night when we didn’t work hard enough for our dinners.” She turned her eye contact towards her pink sister and stated, “You’re in for it now. Mom’s gonna lock you in cellar for sure! I’m surprised that she hasn’t already; you are the slowest and the weakest worker in the family.”
Pinkie drew in a breath and concluded, “Well, I better go finish my chores for the day, I’ll see you gals around.” With her head lowered, she trotted out of the silo and closed the door behind her.
Blinkie knocked her head with her hoof and said, “Stupid me! Me and my big mouth! Why do I have to make things bad to worse?” She turned her head towards Inkie and carried on, “Why I am so jealous of her? I’m a stronger worker, mom and dad like us better... why do I have this tendency to want to be her than me?”
“Maybe we all forgot how to smile and be happy... it happens to the best of us.”
The gray filly groaned in defeat, “You’re right, Inkie... now I feel really bad...”
“Maybe we can make it up to her... somehow...”
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Another gray day came and went at the Pie Family Rock Farm. Pinkie was the last one in the fields, as usually. She panted and finally moved her last rock from her daily work load into the south field. Night had fallen and a heavy fog had blanketed the farm lands. Pinkie Pie squinted her eyes and saw the dim oil lamp light from her cottage home flicker in the distance. She quickly scurried back home, not because she was afraid of the night, (her Grannie Pie told her once that there was nothing to fear), but because she was unsure if there was any dinner left or not.
She ran into the house and locked the door behind her. She wiped her hooves on the cheap, straw mat near the door and speedily made her way into the dining room. Pinkie turned the corner into the dining room and to her accurate predictions, they had already had dinner without her, again. She wasn’t too saddened by this, she wasn’t even that hungry at the moment. She walked over to where the oil lamp was in the window seal and grasped it with her hoof.
She slowly tiptoed upstairs, trying to not wake her already asleep family members. She made her way to the bathroom and stepped up on a stool to be able to see her reflection in the mirror and to wash her dirt covered coat before climbing into bed. As she wiped a damp sponge across her face, removing the dirt and revealing her bright pink coat once again, her sisters opened the bathroom door slowly.
Pinkie looked over and replied, “Oh, sorry if I woke you. It’s just been another long night.”
Inkie nudged her sister and Blinkie stepped forward to apologize, “Hey... sis," she started with hesitance. "I’m sorry for what I said at your party this morning... I guess I was just jealous of you... and for you getting you cutie mark before I did.” She turned her head, avoiding further eye contact and proceeded, “You don’t have to forgive me... if you don’t want.”
Pinkie hopped down from the stool she was on and hugged Blinkie Pie. She didn’t expect her sister to be so forgiving, but even from the surprise she gave Blinkie, Blinkie hugged her pink sister back as tightly as she did.
Pinkie pushed off of her and said, “Of course I forgive you!” Blinkie smiled and felt her guilt and inner-pain melt away.
Inkie slid behind Pinkie and suggested, “Let’s try and fix that hair of yours so mom won’t throw another hissy fit!”
Blinkie added, “Or better yet, we don’t want her throwing a ‘pity’ party.”
The girls giggled at this, but tried to keep quiet enough so that they wouldn’t wake their parents. Pinkie’s sisters situated her in front of the mirror and tried to comb down her frizzy mane.
“What happened to your mane anyways,” asked Blinkie as she tried to pull the comb out of one of her sister’s locks.
“I’m not entirely sure. You won’t believe this, but I saw this magnificent rainbow when I was out in the field the other day and it was like an... explosion 'thingy-ma-jig'! And... and it blew me back like ‘Showoosh!’ And my hair just kinda curled up!”
Inkie rubbed one of her hooves below her chin while the other was trying to break free from Pinkie’s curly mane. She added, “Huh? Well that’s weird.” Blinkie tried to pull the comb out of Pinkie’s locks, but lost her grip and fell backwards. The comb subsided into her pink sister’s hair, vanishing into her jungle of a mane.
She shook her head rapidly and chuckled, “Well that’s a lost cause.”
The fillies laughed once more, but had to hush themselves again to avoid being heard by their mother and father. The three decided to try and figure something out tomorrow and went to their bedrooms. They were so silly from the jokes and laughter that they stayed up all night under one blanket on Pinkie’s bed. They took turns telling ghost stories with silly endings which continued the fun and merriment of the night. Pinkie hadn’t had this much fun before in her life; and after this particular bonding moment with her sisters, she had a much better and fun time working in the fields alongside them. Life was looking much brighter and vivid for Pinkie Pie, even though her talents couldn't help her move rocks quicker. She enjoyed the company of her loving sisters enough during work to be motivated for the next day and so on.
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Three weeks had past since Pinkie Pie received her cutie mark. The farm work had been going smoothly, but it seemed to have been going by quicker as well for the pink filly. Pinkie’s sisters would lighten each other up, which would make work a lot less tedious and more enjoyable. They made their jobs into a game, which definitely increased the enjoyment of their physical labor. The pink filly was having so much fun that she had completely forgot about her cutie mark being three balloons and that her talent was partying and party planning.
After another long night, Pinkie was once again in the fields and alone. She rushed to finish the last of her work load, realizing that a storm was approaching from the distant mountains. The thunder crackled in the distance as she finally finished her work load and raced towards her farm house. She could hear the fall of rain chasing her as she galloped as fast as she could to the door of the cottage. She made it inside mere seconds before the downfall of heavy rain struck the house. The pink filly fell to the ground and tried to catch her breath.
Once she recuperated from the sprint, she steadied herself up and wiped her dirt smothered hooves on the straw mat as usually. She quietly made her way to the stairs, but heard a faint conversation going on in another room of the house. She stopped and tried to make out where exactly the noise was coming from and what it was saying. She slowly crept along the darkened, plank floor of the farm cottage and made her way to a closed wooden door, in which a oil lamp light flickered through the bottom of the door’s crevice. She pressed her ear up against the door to eavesdrop on the conversation taking place on the other side. The rain splashing atop the tin laden roof above made it difficult to overhear the following conversation.
“Well, what are we going to do then,” said a familiar voice that Pinkie recognized to be her mother. “She’s slowing the rest of our family business down. We’ve tried everything and I think it’s about time one of us took action.”
“You’re right, you’re right,” said a voice she also recognized to be her father. “Maybe there is something else we can do... it’s a shame though her cutie mark has nothing to do with rock farming, that cuts me real deep.”
“You’re right it’s a shame,” snapped Pinkie’s mother. “But if we are going to survive the coming Winter months with enough money for food, we don’t need dead weight like her around.” Pinkie’s heart sank. She knew exactly what was going on and her mind was racing wild with ideas and preconceived notions of what they were going to do to her. A loud crack of thunder bellowed outside as she continued to eavesdrop.
“I even thought the girls would have increased her productivity, but still she seems to be dragging us down.”
“But Ma,” a voice chirped in which discomforted Pinkie even more. “Give her a chance, we tried our hardest.” She recognized that voice to be her loyal sister’s, Inkie Pie.
“Please Ma! Reconsider! We can do better!” added on Blinkie. Now the pink filly really felt used and useless; she thought both of her sisters only made her feel better to increase her work around the farm. Pinkie was on the verge of tears overhearing the treachery devised by her own family against her. A flash of lightning, followed by a powerful thunder clap shook the windows of the house.
The Pie sister’s mother replied to her daughters, “I’ve already had the arrangements made–it was for the best. The adoption center is coming tomorrow, or whenever this storm subsides.” Judging by the hoof steps, it sounded that Pinkie’s mother turned and faced an opposite direction.
“Yes it does sadden my heart to send my child away to an adoption house, but your father and I think it’s for the best. Pinkie was never a worker like the rest of us, maybe she’ll find use for her absurd talent somewhere in this world; unlikely, but we can all hope for the best.”
Mrs. Pie’s eyes darted over to the silently opened door, her face now in utter shock. The rest of the Pie family turned with grimace expressions to what they saw. The door swung silently open to reveal Pinkie Pie, her eyes filled with tears and her snout runny. She sniffed and stared intensely into her mother’s eyes. The room was silent, the only noise came from the harmonious and melodic rain that splattered the roof above their heads. Mother Pie was speechless like everyone else, until Pinkie’s father intervened in a confused stammer.
“I-it’s not what you think, dear. Whatever you heard isn’t true... we ca–”
“You big LIAR,” Pinkie Pie screamed at her father with hatred gleaming in her wet eyes. Her sisters were astonished at how Pinkie asserted herself above her father. Her father merely stepped back from the sudden mood change and her mother gasped from her response. Pinkie turned to her mother and drastically stepped forward, her face reddened with tears and anger.
“I tried to bring just one genuine smile to this family... but nopony in this broken shack wants to be happy!” Tears finally poured down her face now as she continued in a sob, “I just wanted everyone to be happy... I just want the sun to shine all day and for everyone to get along... why can’t you just accept who I am? Why is everyone so mean to me?” She slowly turned to her sisters who both had tears welling in their reddening eyes.
Blinkie spoke up, “We-we’re sa-sor-ry... Pinkie P-pie... we just t-tried to ha-help ya-you...” The gray filly bent her head down, she could no longer look at her pain stricken sister. Inkie wrapped a hoof around her sobbing sister and mourned with her.
Pinkie swiftly turned her head back her parents and concluded, “Well if you don’t want me here,” she sniffed and continued, “then I’m leaving! I’m leaving and never coming back to this farm ever again! You aren’t my real family!” She turned to her wailing sisters, “You’re no sisters or friends of mine!” Pinkie finally bent her head, closed her eyes and cried at the top of her lungs, “YOU’RE ALL JUST A BUNCH OF MEANIES!”
She galloped out of the door of the living room and burst out of the house into the storm. Her sisters tried to run after her, but were stopped by their mother. The Pie father didn’t want to intervene, he had lost control of his wife and had no idea what to do–he was never the head of the household. The Pie wife stood firm with a stern look upon her face, holding her daughters back as they watched Pinkie Pie gallop away into the forest’s edge.
Mud and water sloshed underneath Pinkie Pie as she made her way out of the rock farm and into the forest with no real sense of direction. She only wanted to get away and never look back. Her mind was fogged in anger, which deluded her judgment and reason. Her tear soaked eyes only made her sense of direction only worse along with the darkness and rain. She jumped over roots and sludge filled ditches along the forest ground, trying to avoid falling and losing time and distance. Suddenly, she felt one of her back hooves get caught on a stump she overlooked and she fell hard on the wet and soggy forest floor.
She didn’t want to get up, she just wanted to lay down and cry, hoping that everything would get better or that what she was experiencing was a long, enduring nightmare. She eventually crawled herself over to a near by tree and wept profusely, her thoughts no longer comforted her knowing that everyone’s intentions and happiness were lies.
“Why me,” she argued with herself. “Why did I have to get this stupid cutie mark? Why am I the weakest worker? I just want to be loved... I just want to be happy... I just want a friend...” She lay there underneath the canopy of a large oak tree and eventually her mind tired itself out to let the poor pink pony sleep.
Though only hours later, still dark and raining, Pinkie awoke to a terrifying timberwolf peering into the eyes of the pony. She gasped in shock as three others surrounded her, their eyes blazing like embers in the rain and night. She saw an opening between the creatures and broke into a mad dash. She raced through the forest, this time with her eyes clear of tears, which made her vision in the forest much better than before. Her eyes finally adjusted to the night and she could see much farther than before. The filly turned and thought that maybe she had lost them, but her ears deceived her and the timberwolves were gaining fast on the filly. The fear of death raced into her mind and she panicked more, quickly bursting into an adrenaline induced sprint while crying out in horror.
She tripped once more and slide towards the foot of a large tree trunk. She wildly crawled as fast as she could and found herself pinned between the tree and the three menacing beasts. She was cold, frightened, and weak from all the running, she had lost all of her energy.
Using the last of her strength, she filled her lungs with a deep breath and called out, “Somepony, help me, PLEASE!”
Then, as the wolves were about to take a bite out of the defenseless filly, her savior came.
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AINT NOPONY MAKE PINKIE CRY!!!!!!
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I was having a good day im graduating my mom is coming to visit after 2 years of work but then i read this story.......im going back to bead
..... Well today sucks so far. First i failed my drivers test, and now this downer of a chapter.
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Sorry about that. The next chapter will be more, well, somewhat more lighthearted. Heh...
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Don't worry about it, I failed mine three times before passing on the fourth attempt, and on the third try I walked out of the DMV trying to hold back my tears and when I finally got in the car with my mother I cried like a baby lol you can laugh at me. Hell, I don't know exactly how many feet I need to be away from a motorcycle or the exact blood-alcohol content you can get your license revoked over at. It's all about repetitiveness and memorizing that little handbook they give you, damn that handbook...
Sorry for making everyone feel sad today or whenever you read this. This chapter had to come eventually.
669429 Eh. Its good. I know what its like to cry at odd times. I have a chemical imbalance which leads to depression. If I dont take my pills, mood swings everywhere. Once I cried durring a game of Life for some reason.
Anyway, your gonna show Pinkie's PoV for the next chapter to right?
Btw feeling any better?
669429 no no its ok this chapter had to be written
669437
Nope, but I'll give you a hint: SPOILER
Oh ya, I feel great, it was fun writing the chapter. If you mean do I feel better about the DMV thing, heck I'm almost 20 years old, I've had a car and license for a long time, never got a ticket.
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I still felt like crying when i was checking this
669437 I feel your pain...
To be honest, I want Zack to go to the farm and slap Pinkies mom. Or at least chew them out.
What if there is a chapter in which zack goes to the rock farm aand just beats the shit out of pinkies mom...verbally of course...
2612094 sure lets go with that, verbally ...Mwhahaha.
I am only at chapter 12 but since the first there has been something that has been making me flinch when i see it and happens at least once per chaper and often more then once. You keep using he word "lied" incorectly. Lied means to have told a false statment in the past. the word you should be using is lay, as in to rest the body. Please stop using lied and use lay for "lay down"
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Sorry for the late response. I fixed those errors in both this fiction and its sequel the day I saw your comment, but never replied to it. Thanks btw
Wow Mrs. pie is a cunt and Mr. Pie is a doormat. And together they run the child slave labor rock farm. You know why you're poor?? Because you farm Fuckin rocks. Mine them you retards, moving them around a field is just wasting energy.
5696434 I never got the point of what they do
6747938 "Magic *Snort snort*"
6747938 OH CELESTIA THE EDGE OF YOUR CRINGY OC.
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Its not that bad, I have seen way worse, its actually a decent one
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I may be wrong but I think I know what you are refrencing.