I own nothing for Hasbro or Mlp:Fim. I am only to write fanfics. This is my first, so I tried my best, also I want to just say enjoy.
Stitches
Chapter #1
AppleJack, her sibling, and Granny Smith were cleaning out the attic of the house. "Well, when was last time that this place was cleaned out?" Applejack said. "I think from the time I was a young filly, when the house was built." Granny Smith replied in her old age.
They all dusted off a box of something and occasionally looked inside. "Woo wee, Big Mac come and looked at this picture of you as a cute little filly." Big Mac walks over to Applejack to see the picture of him as a filly. "Eyup." He responds. "Can you find anything with me in it?" Applebloom says as she walks over the her older brother, and sister.
The two of them look in the box to see if there was anything about their baby sister. "Sorry sugarcube, we tried but remenber you're just a filly and you haven't been in many photos or anything very much." Applebloom sunk her head in sadness "Oh okay, I can understand." AppleJack went over to her saddened sister "It's okay, I was the same way when I was your age. Always wanting to know if I was in anything." Applebloom looked at her older sister and smiled. "Now lets look in those boxes and see if we could find anything."
They all started to look again, while dusting. Granny Smith pulled out an old picture of her when she was young in Ponyville. "Now this is one of the fondest memories I have." They looked at a uncolored picture of a filly and her family. "When was this?" Big Mac asked "Well lets see, of course I was about a few years older than AppleBloom." Of course as It seemed she was. "Why is it a fond memorie of yours?" Applejack said.
Granny Smith cleared her throat. "It's my favorite because that was one time the family was actually together. We had bad times and were usually split up. Your great grandfather was always around Equestria looking for money after the zap apples were gone. Building the house was no easy pinic either. I had no time to make friends, so my only friend I had was this, um uh, I can't remenber." She out the picture down to try and remenber. "Its okay granny, you'll remenber sometime. Now lets get back to cleaning."
They went deeper into cleaning. Applebloom found a wooden box in the way back. "Whats this, granny?" Applebloom trotted over to her grandma. "Hmm, I don't know, open it for your me, Applebloom." She tried but couldn't. "Hmm, Applejack can you try and open this?" "Sure thing." She also failed. "Why is this forced together like this?" Applejack said. "I don't know, but let me try." Big Mac said while walking over to open the box. He tried opening it softly, but it didn't work. "Well, I'm going to have to put force into it." He stomped on the box. The box was broken open. "WHATS IN IT? WHATS IN IT!" Applebloom yelled.
Layed there was a little old ragdoll. "A ragdoll?" Applebloom said. "No just any ragdoll, this was the ragdoll I had when I was a filly. But there is something about it I can't put my hoove on." She started at the doll for a few minutes. "Can I see it?" Applebloom said. Granny Smith handed to old doll to her youngest grandaughter. Applebloom looked at and twirled it around. "I like it, can I have it?" They stared at her as if she was a different pony.
"Um sure, but why?" Applebloom looked at them "I just like it, it speaks to me. Plus I like the little buttons as the eyes and that." They stared at Applebloom for a good time. "Well Applebloom, if anything weird goes on with that doll tell us. That doll, it had a reason for why it was put in that cursed box. I would tell what it is but, I just can't remenber." "Got it." She replied. "Go play in a undusted area Applebloom."
Applebloom trotted off downstairs to play with her new or should I say very old toy. "Granny, was that the doll in the picture?" "Yes, but I loved that doll and I want her to enjoy it." It was silent. "Whatever you say granny." Applejack said undusting more boxes of old stuff.
While downstairs in her room, Applebloom was talking to her doll. "Hm you don't have a name yet, I'll call you Red Maple Lily. Do you like that name?" Silence "Okay so we agree that is your name." Applebloom nods her head as if it was actually talking to her.
Applebloom laughed at something. "You're funny Maple. Wonder why I never found you before." She put Red Maple on her back to take up to her room. "I can't wait to show you to my friends. Something like you only comes around in not many generations." She smiled as if it was a treat, which she thought it was. She layed Red Maple with her other stuffed animals. "Applebloom, can you come help us with something?" "Okay be there in a minute."
Applebloom left the room to help her siblings. When she came back her stuffed animals were all thrown out in her room. She looked around to see if another pony was here that did it. "Hello, is anypony here?" Silence overcame the young fillys room. She shrugged it off. She put everything back. "Red Maple did you do this?" Nothing was said "No thats just crazy. A ragdoll isn't alive." She laughed it off.
It did creep her out to think about her new doll to do this. "Its only a doll, what harm." She heard her name again, but this time she brung Red Maple with her. Applejack waited for her sister to come down. "Come on, sis. I'll leave you here if ya don't hurry up."
Applejack heard to hoof steps of her younger sister. "I'm coming!" She said. "Can I bring Red Maple?" Applejack looked at her younger sister. "Uh, maybe another time, okay?" "B-but-" She gave Applejack the guilty look. "Please sis, its just um?" Applejack grabbed the doll and put it on a nearby shelf. "How about we leave it here? You can play with it when we get back, okay sugarcube?" "Fine, I guess." They looked at each other in awkward silence. "C'mon Big Mac and Granny Smith are waiting."
They trotted out. Applebloom felt something looking over her. She looked at her doll one last time before closing the door. She missed it immediately. She also wondered how long this was going to be.
