DANGER MOUSE
FAR ALONG THE CURRENT
WRITTEN BY ZARIUS
(Contains spoilers for "Pink Dawn")
He tucked her into bed, read her a favourite bedtime story, sang her a soulful lullaby, and watched her eyelids shut and sleep overtake her.
Once she was at peace, Snuggles would climb up the windowsill, and stare warmly at the bright sparkling lights in the sky.
He never turned to the right side of him whenever he was up there.
He wouldn't grace what awaited him with anything resembling a caring glance.
Seated to the right of him was an animated object, someone Dawn had only brought to life once, in the very beginning.
The day she murdered him.
Their home had been infiltrated by the Danger Agency, three meddlers attempting to seize his Princesses' tiara in an attempt to cut her off from her power source and save the world from a most bedazzling fate, a planet crafted magnificently in pink. Beauty to be betrayed, splendour to be spoiled.
How he hated them for it.
Once their cover was blown, a struggle ensued, and others came to life that day.
Including that which would not be glanced at.
A pretty pony.
As Snuggles grabbed the agent called Danger Mouse and gripped him in his paws .He held him in front of Dawn, his friend, his Princess, so she could finish him off with a surging blast from her eyelids.
The mouse, however, managed to use his jet boots to successfully loosen himself from Snuggles grip, and he evaded the blast.
Snuggles didn't.
The blast reduced him to a helpless, inanimate state. He couldn't walk or talk on his own.
She heard scream, she heard him call his name, and he heard her defy the cruel gods that had played this hand on her.
And then, rather than just bring him to life again with the tiara, she chose to flee by mounting the pony, a new toy, a new friend, and dashed off on its back with the Mouse in pursuit.
Snuggles just lay there, wondering if Dawn would even come back for him.
He felt terrified. He'd seen people with conditions similar to this on documentaries lately, he'd seen a music video by a band called Metallica called "One" all about a war veteran who had been deprived of arms and legs, and who could not speak.
This was the utter state of him now. Inactive, inanimate, immobile, trapped in the playhouse surrounded by beauty, but could sense anything nor feel anything.
And all the while his mind kept racing back to Dawn...was she safe? Would her new friend look after her?
And that was an even more terrifying thought at the time...should the pony succeed in carrying her far along the current, would she be swept up in the tides of change? Would she focus more on the favour the pony had done for her and proclaim her new champion and protector?
History as we know it soon put paid to all o that. Snuggles would see life and movement restored to him in time, Dawn would continue to wear and use her tiara despite losing it at the end of the episode, because writers prefer negative continuity with zero consequences over diligent supervision of it, and the pony resumed its original function as nothing more than a plaything.
Snuggles knew what it represented though, and he would never look upon it, he would not be reminded of a cruel mistake, and the fear he felt while inanimate, instead he would turn to the sleeping beauty in the bed, and beam with pride that she stood against the current.