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The Sad Story of Me

A My Little Pony fan-fiction

By TheOmega1399

Chapter 2

I had never been out of Canterlot, the farthest I had ever gone was to the forest where I had seen somepony torn apart by a timberwolf. I had developed nightmares about them. Standing over me. Looking at me. Just waiting for me to wake up so that they could hear my screams as they ripped my flesh from me with their vicious fangs and claws. I hated timberwolves so much.

I had to forget about my paranoid fears and focus on the task at hand; I needed a new place to call a home. I didn't know how it would come to be, but I had to try. I walked quietly through the small town, keeping true to my motto. Stay quiet, stay low I told myself. A few other foals looked at me with a type of malice I couldn't shake. The one in front had the biggest smirk on his face. They pointed their hooves at my Cutie Mark and kept whispering. I guess they thought I was evil or something because it had a skull infused with it.

I decided to avoid them. The only way I would get into a fight would be if I were attacked first. I knew that I was defensive, I knew that there were kind ponies out there. But if I got defensive, I could hurt their feelings. I hated hurting others, so I avoided everypony at all costs.

As I crept along, keeping close to buildings, I began to notice a flaw in my plan. My name. I knew that when somepony goes missing, they had wanted posters to help them be found. If my mother still had any care for me, there would be a poster with my name on it, my real name that is. I began coming up with an alias to bear willingly. I wanted it to fit me somehow. I'd trouble myself with it later, right now I needed a shelter or something.

I ended walking literally through the entire town and ended up on a field outside of town. On the edge of the field was a small shack. A small, decrepit shack with broken windows and a sagging roof. It was good enough for a few nights, I didn't imagine myself being here long…

A few hours later, when nighttime fell, I built a fire behind the shack, placed my things inside, and started burning the trash inside for fuel. There was one bottle of "Spiced Cider" in the cabinets, the alcohol would help the fire burn. I then began to stare at the fire, just zoning out. I began to think of all of the things happening at the moment. All of my emotions, all of the trash burning in the fire behind my temporary shelter, even how much the trash and I were equal. That was all I was, trash. Trash who couldn't, no, didn't help its own mother after the death of her husband. I'm trash, I told myself, My emotions are trash, they should burn here too. That was when my emotions were lit ablaze.

Emotions fueling the blaze… Emotion Blaze… Emo… Blaze… That was my new name, something that spoke of the trash that I was, how I let my emotions burn in that fire. Emo Blaze I thought. It suits me.

-10 years later-

The posters that were in town never had my name on them. They only had a picture of somepony named Midnight Flame on them. Those pictures had been there for years now, I began to notice them being removed from the walls and signposts. I had very little desire to acknowledge my past, I started pretending and lying to myself about everything that happened.

Everypony had eventually began spreading rumors about me being evil in some way. I was offended beyond words, but I didn't care. I had been living in that old shack for all of this time, it began to be a home for me. True, it was only about forty square steps for my size. But I learned to make space, cleaned the place up, I even boarded up the broken windows. All of this, sadly, required trips into town. I get discounts at the shops for just being "evil". I call them "take-it-and-leave-me-be" discounts.

I had a bit of sympathy from a zebra once, she was out-casted too. I remember it as clear as day. I was walking into town to buy some nails to board up the broken windows, when I saw her go by. I backed up and let her pass, then sprinted to get at least a hundred steps away when I heard her say it. "Strange pony, why do you shy away? Ask yourself where do your real fears lay?"

It made perfect sense. Why do I avoid every living being I see? Is it that I'm afraid to buck up in front of somepony when I'm just over-thinking things? I told myself she was lying, that she was wrong and didn't understand. I eventually took her poetic words to heart and tried to trot with more confidence. Of course, this made each and every pony in the town back further away.

I knew it was because they thought I was working on some kind of plan for genocide or something. Really all I was doing was going into town for some water or something, then high-tailing my flank out of there. Those same foals, now colts like me, still snickered at me through their teeth. It disgusted me because they all had Canterlot-like clothing. The tuxedos, monocles on some of them, one even had a top hat. They wear all black clothing and they look at me with such attempted authority just because I have a black mane. Black mane, grey coat, "scary" red Cutie Mark.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I left Sugarcube Corner, leaving a bit on the table even though I didn't buy anything. I began to slowly walk back to my home when I passed those colts. As my back was turned I heard it. "Oh look, the freak is going home, everypony can come out now!" I jerked around so quickly that my saddle bag straps snapped. My hair was thrown to the side completely, allowing my other eye complete visibility to them. I got about an inch from the "ringleader's" muzzle, standing at about an inch taller than him. I pressed my forehead against his and spoke low, as darkly as possible.

"You pathetic excuses for living beings make me sick." He began to back away, his eyes widening and pupils shrinking in fear. "Oh look, the uptight bucker's backing off, everypony can come outside and see what happens if he tries anything else." As soon as he was against a wall, I stopped getting in his face. I backed up and smiled, just before I was kicked in the side.