Author's Note:
So, I've been wondering for quite a while now why My Little Pony Reactor Blank Check has his cutie mark covered up by that IOU sticky note. I mean, haven't we all? I've been collecting evidence for a little while now by watching his videos, old and new, along with other channels for additional clues, and I finally think I know why Blank Check's cutie mark is hidden. So, like any normal person, I decided to make a fanfiction about it! Enjoy!
My Little Pony belongs to Hasbro. I do not own any of its characters or settings. Blank Check's OC belongs to Blank Check. Epic V's OC belongs to Epic V. Bronymonster44's OC belongs to Bronymonster44. Evergreen's OC belongs to Evergreen and Bronymonster44.
Chapter 1: Still A Blank Flank
The sun was slowly setting. Surely, Miss Foally would get mad. But even then, he didn't care much. Of course, staying up way too late would be an issue, and the days were getting longer, the hot sun making his skin and fur burn up, but he enjoyed being out here, away from the group home and those pesky sisters who tried to prank him every morning. He also wished to go to a real schoolhouse, not the terrible one-room-one-desk replacement he'd been given.
The young colt slowly walked along the houses, each one an entire family inside, where no pony was as lonely as he was. Maybe he could stay in town a little longer, wander through the empty streets, and Ms. Foally wouldn't call him out in front of the entire center. He would rather stay out here where it seemed everypony had a purpose.
He continued to trot through the streets as the sun set, the moon, a reminder of the night's jealous princess coming into view, rising, it's moonlight somewhat lighting up the lonely road. Now, he knew he had to get back to the group home. Ms. Foally would surely get angry now.
Now fully nighttime, the colt trotted back to the dreaded group home, making each step last as long as possible. All that could be heard by now was his extended hoofsteps trotting along the dirt street. This didn't surprise him, nopony really stayed awake to watch the disgracefulness that was reminded of in the night.
Everypony was asleep, happy to have a family to hold them close. He had never gotten that. Even when he stared up at the moon, staring into the once glorious, young, night princess's eyes, and was reminded of the Princess, he felt like her warm embrace keeping all of Equestria warm during even the coldest of winter nights was far away, left behind by only a lonely, longing emptiness. He felt like the moon princess- he had never learned her name and only addressed her by 'moon princess' or 'princess of the night' because that's how bad his school was- he felt as though was alone, far from Princess Celestia's embrace, stuck eternally on the icy cold plane of the moon where he could only watch life happen from a distance.
It wasn't long until he reached the group home. He bitterly opened the door, ready to face Miss Foally's harsh words. As soon as his front hooves touched the floor of the group home, he looked up to see the adult mare Earth Pony with a slightly wrinkled face and upwards curved muzzle that he had been expecting. Her fur was a light brown, her mane orange and curly, like the mane cuts of every other old mare in the town, just barely reaching to her neck. Her tail was also curly and short to go along with the short mane. When he looked into her orange eyes, he immediately saw the anger and disappointment within them.
He waved his hoof at her uncomfortably and sheepishly said, "Hello Miss Foally…"
She angrily trotted over to him, every step of her hooves sounding like an earthquake. "You were out too late again. I have told you many times to only stay out until the sunset, never beyond that. Not everypony in this facilit- err… group home has the… reward of getting to be outside alone, and yet I see you abuse what you've been given over and over again. I might as well not let you have that privilege any longer."
"Please, don't!" he begged, "I just didn't notice how late it was getting!"
"Pssh, excuses never work on me." she said, her frilly voice showing more of the tone of a mother now.
"I'm sorry, Miss Foally. I… I won't do it again." He said in shame and seriousness.
"One. More. Chance." The upset mare said before pointing him towards his room.
The young colt sighed before walking the the corridor lined with doors, each leading to a room.
As he trudged to his room, head held low in shame, the two sisters, Thorn Stem and Pointy Petal, giggles to each other.
"Look, he's back last curfew again. Probably got lost in the smallest town in Equestria." Thorn Stem said.
"And Miss Foally probably is going to embarrass him in front of the entire building. I just can't wait to see that." Her sister agreed.
He heard what they were saying and tried to not think about it. If he did, it would make him weaker, make him more available as target to those two toxic fillies.
But he felt like they weren't they only ones picking on him. Sure, a lot of ponies were okay with him. But quite a few of them were not, called him names, talked behind his back. Even Miss Foally was very angry at him.
But he knew why. He'd always known why. He was two years older than the second oldest foal in the centre. Since his first arrival here, he had seen many foals come and go. The rule was that as soon as you got your cutie mark, you had to go.
But he looked down at his red flank, looked at the reason why he had to endure this emotional pain for so long.
The range for which most foals get their cutie marks' highest number was a year less than his age. He was supposed to have his cutie mark by now.
Instead, on his flank, was nothing but the red fur like the rest of his coat that covered his body. He was still a blank flank two years after the last year in the age range you're supposed to get a cutie mark. And it was why they all hated him.
He tried everything to get his mark, kept his hopes high no matter how many times Miss Foally turned down on him. Even after he passed the age range, he tried. Nothing worked.
But the last time he had tried to get his mark was almost two years ago now. He had long since given up. Gave in to Miss Foally and all those mean foals. He learned to live with it, except when somepony was being mean to him and he clearly knew why.
And as he turned to his metal door, opened it even if it was extremely heavy. It was about to close again, doom the group home with its giant boom, when he heard Thorn Petal yell one more thing: "Goodnight, Blank Flank Blank Check!"