Dan & Pinkie VS.
Chapter 1 – First Meeting
If you were to ask Dan when his life changed for the better he would probably say it was when people learned their place and to never bother him again. But if you were to ask Chris and Elise they would say it was when a certain outgoing, optimistic, cheerful, energetic, happy and positive thinking girl entered his life in an unexpected manner.
Their first meeting wasn't romantic, flattering or even nice, more like a scene from a bad comedy.
It all started when Dan entered the local burger establishment named Burger Phile while wheeling his best friend/slave/pet Chris in a hand truck to order a milkshake for his poisoned friend and a plain burger with small cola for himself.
A plain burger with no cheese, because he was lactose intolerant and if he ate cheese he would die but not before burning the whole place to the ground, or so he ranted to the uninterested cashier.
Usually people tended to ignore Dan rants, assuming he was just a crazy person with anger issues (which wasn't that far away from the truth), but this time his angered words caught the attention of another patron sitting near where Dan ended up sitting with his friend still strapped to the Hand Truck.
After a whole minute of watching him simulate talk with his obviously unconscious friend, the other costumer at the fast food restaurant couldn't help but approach them in a genuinely curious manner.
"Excuse me. Is your friend alright?"
Dan turned his head towards the person who just interrupted his meal. He was about to tell him off but he stopped when he noticed it was a girl.
It was a young girl probably a few years younger than him, 22 or 24 years old tops. She had crazy curly and puffy pink hair and big blue eyes. As for her clothes; she was wearing a short sleeved white shirt under a dark blue sweater vest, cut off jeans shorts, colorful legwarmers and red shoes.
In short she was a combination of bright colors that made Dan's eye hurt.
"Uuh…" Dan hesitated for a second but he quickly recovered. "He's fine!"
"Are you sure? He looks a little pale" She asked once again, but strangely enough, it wasn't in a accusatory manner like Elise usually did when questioning him. No, this girl was asking out of simple and unadulterated curiosity.
"I told you he's fine! Aren't you, buddy!" Swiftly Dan moved his hand towards Chris' face and began moving his mouth and pretended to be him. "You are very right Dan, my best buddy" Dan said in what could only be a very bad imitation of Chris' voice.
The pink haired girl just giggled at the scene in front of her, not buying for a single second Dan's act but she didn't push the issue either. She just nodded and returned to her seat and meal.
Dan shrugged his shoulder and went back to his meal, but before he could take a bite out of his plain burger with ketchup (the one true condiment) his friend's cell phone ranged, interrupting him once more.
The pink haired girl continued with her meal but she would occasionally glance towards the angry little man and his friend. She found him strangely interesting and funny to boot.
Then out of the sudden he stood up and hurriedly left the place taking his friend along, what caught most of her attention was the urgent look on his face as if something REALLY bad just happened. He didn't even take along with his unfinished food.
Questioningly she walked toward the windows that gave a good view of the parking lot just to make sure they were fine. But what she found was the little guy crawling on the floor towards his car.
Rapidly the girl exited Burger Phile and ran toward the crawling man, who was moaning in severe pain.
"Are you alright?"
If Dan wasn't in so much pain he would've snapped in rage for the mere audacity of asking such a stupid question with an extremely obvious answer. But the only thing coming from his mouth were complains and pain noises.
"We need to get you to the hospital!"
At the mention of that place Dan's eyes widen. He couldn't go back there! Elise was there! And she would take Chris away. He needed Chris as a distraction to blow up that stupid and noisy Animal Shelter with that equally annoying blond haired hippie.
"N..no..hos..pital…need..to…get…home….my medicine…lactose…intolerant"
"I don't think you can drive if you're feeling sick!"
"Shhh..ut it…need to go home now!"
Against her better judgment she helped him get inside the car and helped to get his friend in still attached to the hand truck.
"Do you really think you can…" She began but was interrupted when Dan just speeding out of there and driving sloppily, thank god there weren't many drivers for some reason.
"…drive?"
She stood there debating if what she did was the right choice or she should've insisted more. Then out of the sudden she felt a small jolt in her body that made her twitch. She was familiar with the feeling, a sixth sense that told her that something bad would happen to the little man she found so funny.
Decisively she followed her intuition without question since it had never failed her before, and right now it was telling her to go to the drug store to buy some medicine that would come in handy.
She took out her keys from her purse and got in her car. It was a compact, the smallest four-seater in the market you could confuse it with a two-seater, and like her hair and outfit it was colorful, mostly pink and with lots of decorative stickers of balloons. It may look like a small cute car, but the engine roared like a beast and speed out like a devil.
"Let's go!"
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After a quick trip to the drugstore, the pink haired girl stepped out of her car in front of an run-down apartment complex called "Casa Paradisio".
There were many apartments and her "sense" just told her to be here but it didn't specify exactly which number was his apartment. So she decided to ask for help. Coincidently, coming down the stairs was the unconscious big guy being wheeled by a maroon haired lady with a white shirt and hip-hugger blue jeans, probably his wife.
She approached them with a big smile. "Excuse me, Hi! I'm looking for a guy of this stature, with messy black hair and shirt." She asked while using her hands to emphasize the stature and the 'messingness' of his hair.
"If you're looking for Dan, his apartment is the number eight. And if you want to get back to him, this is your perfect chance. Now I have to take my husband back to the hospital, bye!"
The pinkette thanked her and waved goodbye to the both of them and wished them a safe trip to the hospital. After they were gone, she went up the stairs and walked up to apartment eight. She knocked on the door but nobody answered. After a few seconds she turned the knob and found it unlocked.
"Dan…?" she called out for him, walking slowly though the door.
At first glance the apartment was a complete mess with tons of stuff littering around, not that she could criticize since she loved throwing parties that ended up just like this place, except more decorations and bright colors.
She walked on the darkness until her feet bumped into something, which moan in pain. Regrettably her first instinct was to kick the offending object out of fright. But when the only response was more moaning in pain she realized it wasn't a monster or something, it was Dan, laying face down on the floor.
"Dan! I'm so sorry! Let me help you!" She knelt beside him and flipped him face up.
"I…need…medi..cine" He barely groaned out. The pain was kicking in overtime and if he didn't take his medicine the pain would continue for at least a few hours.
"Don't worry! I have some right here!" She took out a small pink bottle of 'Dr. Sceptic's Stomach Remedy', opened it up and helped him drink the medicine directly from the bottle. Dan drank the medicine like he was dying of thirst despite the cheap bubblegum flavor that didn't taste like bubblegum at all.
After he finished drinking almost the entire bottle, he closed his eyes waited for the effect to kick in, and then he felt his head rest on something real soft and warm. He opened his eyes only to find the smiling face of the girl he met at Burger Phile half an hour ago, who had laid his head on her lap.
Dozens of questions swirled around his head like, what are you doing here? Who let you in? Were you following me? Are you some kind of psychotic stalker? Am I going to end up chained on your basement while you cut me open and use my entrails to make cupcakes? But the only thing that came from his mouth was…
"Who…are you?"
The girl just giggled and with a smile that could bring sunshine out of the darkest places she answered.
"How silly of me! I didn't introduce myself earlier today, did I? My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie but you can call me Pinkie!"
If he had strength he would've pointed out how dumb that nickname sounded, and ask what kind of name was Pinkamena anyway, but the whole milkshake incident left him really tired and ended up falling asleep on Pinkie's lap, despite the howls and cries of the animals of the shelter.
Yes, the shelter could wait until tomorrow to be blown up. Now was sleepy time.
Pinkie sat there with his head on her help and watched him fall asleep and soon after she too drifted into dreamland.
Both may not have known it then but this meeting would change their entire lives forever, and for Dan it was the beginning of a brighter future.
Author Notes:
Yes, I ship Dan and Pinkie, got a problem with that? No? Okay then!
This is a story I wanted to write for some time now. There is a lot of fanart for this ship but not enough stories! And of the few they are, not many update regularly so I wanted to give it a try. (But I don't know how frequent the updates will be)
Pinkie in this story will be less hyper than many authors portrey her as. Yes, she is exuberant and party crazy but also she has her quiet moments. She will still be pinkie but a lot calmer. Also no fourth wall jokes (ok maybe some but not too much 4th wall breakage).
Cover image provided by the amazing skills of Technaro! Check out more of her artwork at her DeviantArt Gallery.
