>be anon>You should've been out of bed an hour ago>Instead, you're laying here, staring at a ceiling you'll never recognize, in a house that's not a home, in a world that isn't your own.>You don't belong here, and this world is right to reject you.>Why wouldn't it? You're an alien. An outsider. A being who has brought with him no reason to trust->"Anon!">-trust him, and yet expected things to be different. No… you remain the outcast. The loner. The one forsaken by->knock knock knock>"Anon, open up! We wanna come over and play!">The bright voice comes from outside your bedroom window, light blue coat and pink mane visible beyond the shuttered blinds.>You close the blinds and pull shut the curtain.>Idle smiles and cheery words will never change anything. How could they, when you->knock knock knock knock>Dammit
>>43643687is this a thread prompt or a green starting? Because I have multiple questions right now
>>43643687>ponies would reject humansdyewts?
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>>43643733
>>43643723>"Anon, open up! We wanna come over and play!"dyertt
>>43643687>You pull the blanket over your head>Maybe if you simply cease to acknowledge the world, it will extend you the same courtesy>It will not. It never has. The universe does not ignore its mistakes, it merely->knock knock knock>"Anooooon! I can see your blanket lump! You moved!">You freeze>You are a statue>A monument to despair>An unmoving relic of a man who->"Now he's holding really still! Girls, he's holding really still!">Girls.>Plural.>You rise from the bed like a corpse from a shallow grave, because a corpse is what you are, spiritually, and shuffle to the window>You crack the blinds one inch>Three faces are pressed against the glass>Snow Shower, beaming>Junebug, beaming>Derpy, beaming in two directions at once>"HI ANON!">The glass fogs with the force of their collective greeting"Go away">Your tone is that of a man who has made peace with the void>Snow Shower just nods>"Okay! We'll wait at the front door!">That is the opposite of away>You hear six sets of hooves clatter happily around the side of your house>Wait.>Six?>You open the blinds fully>Minuette waves at you from your flowerbed>"Morning, sleepyhead!">You close the blinds
>>43643687>>43643762Geez, Anon, why you gotta be such a mope?
>As you walk through the living room on the way to your kitchen, your eyes flick to the front door>Locked.>You shamble like a zombie, an apt description for the hollowness of your soul>Your fingers grip around the coffee pot, its contents long since cooled since yesterday>Forgotten and ignored, much like your own->SLAMYou drop the pot as a pegasus presses herself against the glass of your kitchen window, the frame rattling dangerously>You think her name is Rainbowshine>"Anooon! Come outside! Merry and I made pretty clouds we wanna show you!""G-get away from me!">You step back, away from the light of the window>"I looove youuu!">It's fine. This is fine. They'll lose interest eventually->Your front door is suddenly thrown open>You had locked that door>You distinctly remember locking that door>You remember it the way a man remembers the last good decision he ever made>Cherry Berry stands in the doorway, a key dangling from her mouth>"Mmf! Fmnd ur shpare!">She spits the key into her hoof and holds it up proudly>"Found your spare! It was under the mat!">You do not own a mat>You never bought a mat>Behind her, Carrot Top sheepishly rolls up a brand new welcome mat that says HOME IS WHERE THE FRIENDS ARE>"We thought you'd want one, every house needs a mat">The herd flows into your living room like water through a cracked hull, and you, the ship, do not fight it>You never fight it>That's the problem with you, isn't it? Everything happens to you and you just stand there, letting the tide of your own life wash over you while->"Anon, your couch is SO comfy">Lyra is sitting on it human-style, legs splayed, with an expression of profound bliss>Minuette sniffs the pillow>"Why does it have a blanket and a pillow on it? Do you sleep on the couch? Is the bed broken? We can fix the bed!""The bed isn't-">"Bed's fine!">The voice is Derpy's, from your bedroom>You didn't see her go in there>You're not sure she went in there through the door>Junebug is at your feet>She is looking up at you with eyes like two wet marbles of pure unconditional regard>"We saved you a spot at the picnic, under the big tree. The one with the shade. 'Cause you like shade.">She noticed you like shade>She noticed that about you>Something in your chest tightens, and you hate it, because you know what it is and you know you don't deserve it, and you know it's only there because they don't understand what you really->"Also I made you a sandwich!" she adds, producing it from nowhere. "It has daisies in it! Do humans eat daisies?""No">"Oh">She looks at the sandwich>She looks at you>"...Can I eat it?""Sure">"Thank you!">She eats it>She is happy>It took nothing>It took absolutely nothing to make her happy>Rainbowshine is still at the kitchen window >She has been there this whole time>She is tapping on it>"The clouds, Anon! We made them look like YOU!"
>>43644144this shit is adorable, I demand MORE
>>43644144>You break into a cold sweat>The flood of beaming creatures, all actively trying to get your attention, it's all too much>You make a break for it>Straight out the front door, you run faster than you ever have before>Your legs ache, your lungs burn, but somehow, you manage to keep the chase up long enough for them to give up>You collapse against the damp wall of a cave you've been run into>This is not how you expected to be run out of town>But it doesn't matter>Nothing does>Not when your only friend is the darkness, the silence, the... absence.>Then, you feel a shaking in the very ground>A noise hits your ears>Not the growl of a monster>Something much, much worse>"Somepony... is trying to be SAD!">They didn't give up. They brought backup.>The ground shakes again>Hoofsteps. Many. Marching in rhythm>The mouth of the cave darkens as a silhouette fills it>A pink silhouette>You had been so careful. You had avoided her for weeks. You had crossed streets. You had faked a limp>"Anon, my knee pinched. Then my ear flopped. Then my tail did the thing it only does when a friend is sitting alone in a cave thinking he's a burden to everypony.""That's not a real-">"It's a REAL thing, Anon">She's not smiling. That's the worst part. She's looking at you the way a doctor looks at an x-ray>Then she turns around and shouts into the daylight>"FOUND 'EM! Phase two, everypony!">They pour in>Roseluck, Daisy, and Lily, carrying flower crowns. Three of them. Three crowns>Berry Punch, carrying a cooler>Octavia, carrying a cello, looking vaguely apologetic about it>Bon Bon, carrying Lyra, who is waving>Cloudchaser and Flitter land at the cave mouth and immediately begin hanging bunting>Bunting>In a cave>Countless others>You press yourself against the far wall>Pinkie is now three inches from your face>"It's okay, you can tell us what's wrong. Or you can not tell us! Both are totally okay! We're just gonna be here! For as long as it takes!"
>>43645110CAVE CAVE CAVE CAVE CAVE CAVE CAVE CAVE MENTIONEDI LOVE CAVES, MARES, CAVEMARES AND MARE CAVESCAVE CAVE CAVE CAVE CAVE CAVE CAVE
>>43645110>"It's okay, you can tell us what's wrong. Or you can not tell us! Both are totally okay! We're just gonna be here! For as long as it takes!"Ouch
>They don't get it, and consequently, they'll be here forever>You can't be loved in a world you don't belong to>Like water and oil, you cannot mix with the things here—>"I-I like caves too">The voice came from your right>Close. Too close.>A mare, coat and mane in various shades of grey that only emphasize her purple eyes, sits next to you, scuffing the ground idly with a hoof>You are NOT bonding with somepony over mutual isolation>Pinkie sneaks up behind you far too quietly for somepony without an inside voice>"That's my sister Marble, she's SHY, be NICE.">Marble flinches at the echo>Then she scoots half an inch closer to you>You scoot half an inch away>She scoots>You scoot>You hit the wall>She stops exactly one hoof-width from your leg and does not look at you>"Mm-hm," she says, to nothing>You say nothing back>Silence is your native tongue>You will not be out-silenced in your own cave>Ten seconds pass>"...Mm-hm," she says again, softer, like she's agreeing with something you didn't say>You don't bite>You stare at a stalactite>You think about how it took that stalactite ten thousand years to grow and it still hasn't reached the floor and never will, and that's the closest thing to a kindred spirit you've found in this->She sets a rock down next to your hand>It is a smooth, grey, perfectly round rock>She does not explain the rock>She goes back to staring at the floor, ears slightly pink>Behind you, there is a sound like twenty mares gasping into their hooves at once>"She gave him a ROCK," someone hisses>"She doesn't give ANYPONY rocks," hisses someone else>"I've known her for YEARS," hisses Pinkie, wetly>Octavia begins playing something. It is not loud. It is, unfortunately, beautiful>You look at the rock>You are not going to pick up the rock>Picking up the rock means something. You don't know what, but it does, and you have no right to->"You don't hafta" Marble whispers. First full sentence. Her eyes flick to yours, then away, then back. "It's just... a nice one">It is a nice one>Water drips on your head>Roseluck quietly places a flower crown on it>You pick up the rock>The cave erupts>Bunting falls>Berry Punch pops something>Cloudchaser and Flitter do a lap of the ceiling>Lyra screams "I KNEW IT" at Bon Bon>Marble Pie, beet red, hides her entire face behind her mane>Then, from behind the curtain of grey hair, barely audible over the chaos>"...Mm-hm."
>>43645591oouugughhh my fucking heart
>>43643687ok
what is bunting
>>43645591Why do I feel something after reading this?
Do not reply to the attention seeker.
>>43645833Those little triangle flags on string that you hang up at a party
>>43645873ooooh
MORE
great thread. This is what mares are all about.
Dude I am overwhelmed with feels, this is incredible.I haven't read a green like this in a while, this is what it's all about lol.Everypony is just so adorable.More?
One must imagine Anon happy.
>>43646480I imagine him.... >laying on a couch in his ponyville home.>Marble laying on top of him.>She's asleep, soft breaths ruffling his shirt collar.>He's very slowly petting her, with one hand, deep in thought.>And for the first time....>He smiles. Just a little.>And on the other side of ponyville, Pinkie's Pinkie-Sense goes haywire.>And yet... she goes right back to mixing a bowl of batter.
>>43646589This but with Limestone
>>43643687>>43643762>>43644144>>43645110>>43645591>>43646589bros...
>>43646803Patience, my friend. He will return. He must.
>>43645591>The picnic happens in the cave>You did not agree to this>Nobody asked>Berry Punch's cooler turns out to contain forty-two sandwiches and one bottle of something she won't let Junebug near>Somepony hands you a sandwich. No daisies. Just cheese>"We checked," says Carrot Top, who apparently went back to your house and read your pantry like a manuscript>The flower crown has slid down over one eye. You leave it>You'd take it off, but that would require moving, and moving would require deciding something, and you've never once in your life decided->"Hold still">Daisy adjusts it>Decision made for you. Fine. Whatever>Octavia has moved on to something slow>Derpy is asleep against the cello. Octavia has elected not to mention this>Rainbowshine has finally gotten her way, dragging you by the sleeve to the cave mouth to look at the clouds>They do look like you>Slouched. Hands in pockets. One has a tiny cloud flower crown>"Merry added that one just now," she says, vibrating>You go back inside before anyone can see your face do whatever it's doing>Marble is exactly where you left her>She has not moved. She has not spoken. She has, you notice, arranged four more rocks in a small line beside your spot>You sit>You don't look at her>She doesn't look at you>It is the first comfortable silence you've had in months>Pinkie passes behind you both and does not say a word, which is somehow the loudest thing she's done all day>The afternoon drags itself along like a tired dog>The cave gets dim, then warm, as Lyra figures out how to light a candle with magic without setting bunting on fire (second attempt)>You find yourself thinking that you could leave>They'd probably let you>They'd wave. They'd say see you tomorrow. They'd mean it>That's the thing you keep running into, isn't it>You keep waiting for the catch. For the part where they want something back. For the bill>And it never comes, because there isn't one, because these idiots just like you, for no reason, in a way you can't earn and can't lose, and you don't know what to do with that
>>43647415>So you do nothing>You sit in a cave full of ponies with a rock in your hand and a crown on your head and you let it happen to you>Maybe that's okay, this once>Maybe things happening to you isn't always drowning>Sometimes it's just the tide coming in>Junebug yawns and flops against your shin, asleep in seconds>Marble, without looking, moves her tail so it's resting a quarter inch from your hand>Not touching>Just there>"...Mm-hm," she whispers>You hesitate>Then, very quietly, into the dark"Mm-hm.">Her ears go pink again>Somewhere behind you, twenty mares physically restrain Pinkie Pie>You stay until the candles burn down>You walk home under a sky still shaped like you>There's a mat on your porch now>You step over it, open the door, pause>You step back>You wipe your feet>Then you go in, set the rock on your nightstand, and sleep in your own bed for the first time in weeks>You don't belong here>But apparently that was never up to you>And nopony here seems to care
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>>43647421Bravo anon, beautiful green!
>>43647421Is this really too much to ask for?
>>43647421Great green, Anon.
>>43647421Beautiful, thanks for writing
true snowpity ITT. Makes me realize, narratively speaking, snowpity needs at least a little bit of darkness to give it contrast.
>>43647421Wow. This is just beautiful, thank you Anon.
>>43647421Oh my God, this is so soulhealingly adorable! I am really glad I decided to check the board today.
>>43647421It is glorious.
>>43643687>stayed humanbased
>>43643687>stayed humancringe
>>43647421beautiful
>>43649693if (You) love Mare Fair, (You) get to stay human.
Bump
>>43649728Nobody cares about your stupid offboard con
Are you people really so socially maladjusted that you'd actually act like this?This explains so much...
What if you went to Equestria but without any clothes, completely naked, how do you hide your boner until Rarity makes you some clothes
>>43650900All you need is a towel.
>>43650927However, to get the towel, you have to move around first.
>>43650900Cup your handsCover your shitN.W.H. saysGrab your dick
>>43650890no but pretending I am makes ponies better
>>43647421Fantastic green.I feel:ed, I laughed, I sunbeamed.They are so goddamn precious. I LOVE THEM!
This was really pretty. I giggled a lot at Anon's overly angsty behavior and also loved how the ponies didn't care and just had nothing but unconditional warmth. I think that kind of desire for unconditional love and belonging for people who don't really get to have it usually is one of the foundations of pony culture. We associate pony with a sort of love and acceptance that a lot of us felt deprived of in life. Very core to the heart of /mlp/ and that's likely why it resonated with so many Anons. Made me cry. Ponk being concerned about him thinking he was a burden to others was what finally got me.
>>43647421nigga really be samefagging replying to this
>>43650890Yes I would act exactly like this.
