Post by greenie on Jan 29, 2012 0:59:33 GMT
Smarty Pants
You know, we used to play all the time. Granted, it wasn’t playtime like most other toys experienced. No, not hardly. Twilight Sparkle plays with her toys in a far more unique manner. We aren’t fighters or warriors, or astronauts or star-crossed lovers. Rather, we didn’t even have jobs. I was afforded the opportunity to be a long term study buddy. And considering how much my friend Twilight Sparkle studies, it’s obvious that we had plenty of time to develop a very close friendship. Alas, I still remember the long nights, with the candle lights flickering, and her eyes poring over a book with such dedication. Yet even when in her trancelike states of extreme focus and concentration, she would always pay me attention.
“Whoa! I didn’t realize all the mathematics behind telekinesis! Isn’t it intriguing, Smarty Pants?” was only one example of a possible query from her, lovingly addressed to me. And luckily, she understood me well enough that I never had to speak. I share her same love of knowledge. Whenever I accompanied her, regardless of the destination, my shoddy yet acute sense of hearing is anything but useless. There’s so much to the world out there, even from inside a saddle bag. And as a little filly, Twilight Sparkle loved to carry me with her wherever she went. She would do her homework, and always pretend that I was doing my homework along with her. Ah, yes…good times.
Yet even a great friend can never be perfect. For me, it would be perfect if I never caused humiliation to anypony. It would be perfect if Twilight could continue to play with me, even into marehood. It would be perfect if nopony judged any doll, no matter how tatty I may appear. It would be perfect if I remained just as constant a friend to Twilight Sparkle as anypony. Yet as close as harmony brings us to perfection, well, there’s always something going on.
The simple fact of the matter, though, is that as she began to grow up, she of course started to change. And she started making time for others, more than for me. I don’t begrudge her, though. Perhaps if my doll was falling apart, and no one else seemed to like it, I might not to bring it around with me everywhere I go. And she ended up getting quite a few real friends, once she placed as much (if not more) priority on friendship as she did on her studies.
Eventually, I began to spend more and more time in that blue and gold chest. Twilight Sparkle was simply too busy with all that she had to do. From saving Equestria from Nightmare Moon and from Discord, to simply doing her best in everything possible; while paying equal attention to her friends, her family, and her responsibilities…well, it’s understandable that she didn’t have enough time for me as we both might have liked. I suppose it’s a good thing that I can’t technically cry. Or else, there would be salty streams running from my eyes; miniature Amazon or Mississippi rivers tainted by just a hint of sodium chloride. I really did miss her. Do miss her. Always have missed her. We’ve always been such good friends…I can’t help but be a bit sad that she has other, more important friends. But I’m glad that I’m also an understanding friend.
I understand that I’m not all that important. But…a doll can dream, no? But, I guess what I most understand is that…my time has passed. And all I need to do is to treasure the time I had with her. Which shouldn’t be difficult.
There’s still a hidden spot where some melted candlewax snuck its way into my stitching. Though it’s hardened now, it was and will always be a warm reminder of the loving kindness that Twilight Sparkle has always seen fit to bestow unto me. I never deserved to be under her care, really. Nopony is truly worthy of befriending Twilight Sparkle, such a pure soul—her love, kindness, and toleration knows no bounds. Still, even she has her limits, and her faults, few though they may be. I think what’s best for me is if I just remain quiet in this chest, and hope that my memories will be enough.
~~~
Wait a minute…my chest, it’s opening. Ow, the light is hurting my eyes. I’ve been shut up here in this chest for so long that now my eyes aren’t used to the light. Twilight Sparkle is looking at me…but oh goodness! She looks a fright. I’ve heard her muttering a bit, but that’s not too terribly unusual. It seems there is some sort of crazed look in her eyes. What’s she looking for?
I feel a familiar sensation of warmth as her magic envelops and levitates me. Ah, how I have longed to be one with her again! But wait, something’s…off. This magic…it’s just a little bit off-purple. It feels as though it’s tinged by anxiety, by worry. Oh, I do hope Twilight Sparkle’s okay. I haven’t been able to gather most of her words, through the muffling layer created by the chest which is my humble abode. And yet…I don’t mind. No matter what state she’s in, I’ll be there for her when she wants me to be. Beaten down and battered, worn and damaged, frayed and broken as I am, I’ll do what she wants me to do.
“…I’ll make a friendship problem!” Twilight said, with several noticeable twitches and a hint of insanity to her voice. Whatever this is that’s bothering her, it must be something big.
She swiftly whisks me away into her saddlebags, and I can feel old emotions coming back again. My love for Twilight seems as though it will never fade; it will hide, but now that I’m back in the saddlebag, it’s coming back as strong as ever. It never really left. Alas, this will only make it harder for me when the times comes to go back into my chest. But I must be strong for Twilight, I will not allow myself to be sad.
She’s talking to a few fillies now, but it’s so hard for me to tell what’s going on, since my eyes and ears are in such a state of disrepair. I think I’m being offered to them. New owners? That would be nice, but these little fillies have no interest in me. I’ll just be shut in again.
Wait a minute, I feel as if I’m being touched again by Twilight’s magic. It feels almost…manic. Oh, dear, this won’t end well.
I dimly realize that I’m being grabbed for by each of the fillies at once. Suddenly a set of jaws firmly clamps onto me, and lifts me away from the squabblers. It seems to firm, and yet also gentle. Who is carrying me now? Oh, I can hardly tell what’s going on with all this ruckus!
I feel as if I’m being ripped apart as suddenly hundreds of ponies are fighting over me. I don’t want them to fight. I don’t want anypony to fight. I just want to be with Twilight.
Whoa, even despite my dampened senses, I can feel the impact of Princess Celestia’s presence. Her magic is almost palpable. I feel very, very warm for an instant—almost uncomfortably so, and I feel Twilight’s manic magic torn off from me. It feels like a bandage just got ripped off of my whole body too quickly. I’m left on the ground, and now nopony is paying attention to me. Oh well, this is my lot. I’ll be content with my memories.
My body vibrates slightly, and I can tell that some pony is walking towards me. Must be a stallion, considering they shake the ground so. I’m picked up again…gently yet firmly…it must be those same kind jaws that touched me at first. Oh, I see what’s going on. Big Macintosh has taken me away. But the spell wore off…I could feel it being torn away from me by Princess Celestia. So then why is Big Macintosh carrying me away? Wait…could this be the start of a new chapter? Will Big Macintosh care for me?
Hey, I think I actually have some fun to look forward to. A new owner, with maybe a bit of free time! Huzzah! I’ll never forget Twilight, but maybe this will ease the pain.
~~~
Years have passed since Twilight’s and Princess Celestia’s magics have touched me. Big Macintosh has been the greatest owner…my best friend. He even had me repaired, and brought back to mint-condition. He’s not exactly a pony of many words, but I’ve been able to tell what’s going on. I still don’t know why he decided to pick me up from the ground, but I’m still very glad that he did. After all, every day with Big Macintosh is a joy, and I believe he’s as glad to have me as I’m glad to have him. My love has been doubled several times over. I hope that every toy or doll has a chance to get a new owner when their old owner no longer has time to play with them—hopefully an owner that is nearly half the stallion that Big Macintosh has been to me.
You know, we used to play all the time. Granted, it wasn’t playtime like most other toys experienced. No, not hardly. Twilight Sparkle plays with her toys in a far more unique manner. We aren’t fighters or warriors, or astronauts or star-crossed lovers. Rather, we didn’t even have jobs. I was afforded the opportunity to be a long term study buddy. And considering how much my friend Twilight Sparkle studies, it’s obvious that we had plenty of time to develop a very close friendship. Alas, I still remember the long nights, with the candle lights flickering, and her eyes poring over a book with such dedication. Yet even when in her trancelike states of extreme focus and concentration, she would always pay me attention.
“Whoa! I didn’t realize all the mathematics behind telekinesis! Isn’t it intriguing, Smarty Pants?” was only one example of a possible query from her, lovingly addressed to me. And luckily, she understood me well enough that I never had to speak. I share her same love of knowledge. Whenever I accompanied her, regardless of the destination, my shoddy yet acute sense of hearing is anything but useless. There’s so much to the world out there, even from inside a saddle bag. And as a little filly, Twilight Sparkle loved to carry me with her wherever she went. She would do her homework, and always pretend that I was doing my homework along with her. Ah, yes…good times.
Yet even a great friend can never be perfect. For me, it would be perfect if I never caused humiliation to anypony. It would be perfect if Twilight could continue to play with me, even into marehood. It would be perfect if nopony judged any doll, no matter how tatty I may appear. It would be perfect if I remained just as constant a friend to Twilight Sparkle as anypony. Yet as close as harmony brings us to perfection, well, there’s always something going on.
The simple fact of the matter, though, is that as she began to grow up, she of course started to change. And she started making time for others, more than for me. I don’t begrudge her, though. Perhaps if my doll was falling apart, and no one else seemed to like it, I might not to bring it around with me everywhere I go. And she ended up getting quite a few real friends, once she placed as much (if not more) priority on friendship as she did on her studies.
Eventually, I began to spend more and more time in that blue and gold chest. Twilight Sparkle was simply too busy with all that she had to do. From saving Equestria from Nightmare Moon and from Discord, to simply doing her best in everything possible; while paying equal attention to her friends, her family, and her responsibilities…well, it’s understandable that she didn’t have enough time for me as we both might have liked. I suppose it’s a good thing that I can’t technically cry. Or else, there would be salty streams running from my eyes; miniature Amazon or Mississippi rivers tainted by just a hint of sodium chloride. I really did miss her. Do miss her. Always have missed her. We’ve always been such good friends…I can’t help but be a bit sad that she has other, more important friends. But I’m glad that I’m also an understanding friend.
I understand that I’m not all that important. But…a doll can dream, no? But, I guess what I most understand is that…my time has passed. And all I need to do is to treasure the time I had with her. Which shouldn’t be difficult.
There’s still a hidden spot where some melted candlewax snuck its way into my stitching. Though it’s hardened now, it was and will always be a warm reminder of the loving kindness that Twilight Sparkle has always seen fit to bestow unto me. I never deserved to be under her care, really. Nopony is truly worthy of befriending Twilight Sparkle, such a pure soul—her love, kindness, and toleration knows no bounds. Still, even she has her limits, and her faults, few though they may be. I think what’s best for me is if I just remain quiet in this chest, and hope that my memories will be enough.
~~~
Wait a minute…my chest, it’s opening. Ow, the light is hurting my eyes. I’ve been shut up here in this chest for so long that now my eyes aren’t used to the light. Twilight Sparkle is looking at me…but oh goodness! She looks a fright. I’ve heard her muttering a bit, but that’s not too terribly unusual. It seems there is some sort of crazed look in her eyes. What’s she looking for?
I feel a familiar sensation of warmth as her magic envelops and levitates me. Ah, how I have longed to be one with her again! But wait, something’s…off. This magic…it’s just a little bit off-purple. It feels as though it’s tinged by anxiety, by worry. Oh, I do hope Twilight Sparkle’s okay. I haven’t been able to gather most of her words, through the muffling layer created by the chest which is my humble abode. And yet…I don’t mind. No matter what state she’s in, I’ll be there for her when she wants me to be. Beaten down and battered, worn and damaged, frayed and broken as I am, I’ll do what she wants me to do.
“…I’ll make a friendship problem!” Twilight said, with several noticeable twitches and a hint of insanity to her voice. Whatever this is that’s bothering her, it must be something big.
She swiftly whisks me away into her saddlebags, and I can feel old emotions coming back again. My love for Twilight seems as though it will never fade; it will hide, but now that I’m back in the saddlebag, it’s coming back as strong as ever. It never really left. Alas, this will only make it harder for me when the times comes to go back into my chest. But I must be strong for Twilight, I will not allow myself to be sad.
She’s talking to a few fillies now, but it’s so hard for me to tell what’s going on, since my eyes and ears are in such a state of disrepair. I think I’m being offered to them. New owners? That would be nice, but these little fillies have no interest in me. I’ll just be shut in again.
Wait a minute, I feel as if I’m being touched again by Twilight’s magic. It feels almost…manic. Oh, dear, this won’t end well.
I dimly realize that I’m being grabbed for by each of the fillies at once. Suddenly a set of jaws firmly clamps onto me, and lifts me away from the squabblers. It seems to firm, and yet also gentle. Who is carrying me now? Oh, I can hardly tell what’s going on with all this ruckus!
I feel as if I’m being ripped apart as suddenly hundreds of ponies are fighting over me. I don’t want them to fight. I don’t want anypony to fight. I just want to be with Twilight.
Whoa, even despite my dampened senses, I can feel the impact of Princess Celestia’s presence. Her magic is almost palpable. I feel very, very warm for an instant—almost uncomfortably so, and I feel Twilight’s manic magic torn off from me. It feels like a bandage just got ripped off of my whole body too quickly. I’m left on the ground, and now nopony is paying attention to me. Oh well, this is my lot. I’ll be content with my memories.
My body vibrates slightly, and I can tell that some pony is walking towards me. Must be a stallion, considering they shake the ground so. I’m picked up again…gently yet firmly…it must be those same kind jaws that touched me at first. Oh, I see what’s going on. Big Macintosh has taken me away. But the spell wore off…I could feel it being torn away from me by Princess Celestia. So then why is Big Macintosh carrying me away? Wait…could this be the start of a new chapter? Will Big Macintosh care for me?
Hey, I think I actually have some fun to look forward to. A new owner, with maybe a bit of free time! Huzzah! I’ll never forget Twilight, but maybe this will ease the pain.
~~~
Years have passed since Twilight’s and Princess Celestia’s magics have touched me. Big Macintosh has been the greatest owner…my best friend. He even had me repaired, and brought back to mint-condition. He’s not exactly a pony of many words, but I’ve been able to tell what’s going on. I still don’t know why he decided to pick me up from the ground, but I’m still very glad that he did. After all, every day with Big Macintosh is a joy, and I believe he’s as glad to have me as I’m glad to have him. My love has been doubled several times over. I hope that every toy or doll has a chance to get a new owner when their old owner no longer has time to play with them—hopefully an owner that is nearly half the stallion that Big Macintosh has been to me.
