Well, this is it! Night has a backround story! Cliché up to a point if you ask me, though.
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42 years ago. . .
The young Night Waves stood in a kitchen. It was around eleven at night, and everypony had gone to bed. He reached his hoof up the counter and grabbed the handle of something. He wasn't yet tall enough to know what, but he kept his hopes high.
His kitchen was very ugly. It had orange wall paper and pink granite counter tops. The cabinets were sky blue. His mom was not stylish. Night always wished his father would have done something about it before he left. But Night understood exactly why he didn't. Resistance to his mom was not a good idea. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Lets just say you would not have a fun time.
Night pulled his hoof down from the counter. His hoof curled around the handle. He stared into the silver that let the the moonlight glare from it. There was a single window in the room. It was the only window in the house besides the one in his mothers room. Night couldn't stop staring into the beautiful piece of metal.
Present time. . .
"So I had three options once I got it. Finish my mission, use it on myself, or put it back and forget that anything like this never happened. Of course, if I got caught the consequences would be dire," I said. Pinkie sat and listened while I explained my sixth birthday.
42 years ago. . .
I slowly walked into my mothers room. One bed sat there. She was under her covers. There was only one other thing in the bedroom which was a desk by her bed with a candle on it. The candle was not lit. the only light that went into the room was from the only other window in the house. My mom liked to wake up in sunlight and spend most of her time in the kitchen with the only other window. She didn't like it when me, my brother, and my sister saw light. Well, sunlight at least.
I held tight onto the silver. I walked up by her bed. I brought the piece of metal up to my moms throat. Years of pain and suffering were about to be relinquished. It was time to finally put an end to the reason that I always wished I was not alive. Well, half of it. Next was my brother.
I was about to pull the knife back, when I felt a hoof on my should. My mouth dropped when I looked back to see that my father stood with a sad look. He then smiled.
"Come on. Get your sister. I'll be waiting downstairs," he whispered. I stared at him as he left. I looked back to the knife. I brought it back. I spared my mom. For now.
Present time. . .
"So, I got my sister and went to meet my dad downstairs. My dad led us outside, and told us to run. He ran with us as far as our legs could take us. Man, I always loved my dad, but never got fun time with him. He and my sister were the only ones nice to me. My mom never let me go to school. When my dad took us, I asked him where we were going,"
42 years ago. . .
"We're going on a very long vacation," My sister told me. We had run at least ten miles. It was. . . maybe three in the morning.
"When are we going home?" I asked.
"Never. We aren't going home," My dad told me. I smiled.
"So, where are we going first? Because we can't stay in one spot. We need to see all of equestria! I wanna go see manehatten and las pegasus and fillydelphia! Can we go see canterlot?"
My dad was dark blue with red and white mane and tale. I never got a good look at his cutie mark. My sister was orange with black mane and tail. She and I both didn't have a cutie mark, but she was considerably older than I. I turned six the day before, and my sister was fifteen.
"Yes, son. We can see all of those places," He told me. "But we need to be careful. Now, let's get some sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us,"
"Dad?" I said.
"Yes, son?"
"I love you," I said.
"I love you too, son. Now you need to rest. Your sister is going to help me with some things and then we'll go to sleep. Goodnight, Night," he said. I laid down on the dirt. I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.
. . .
"That's when I left. After years of abuse from my mom and brother, I finally got away," I said. "And that's it. There are some other stories about times when I was abused, but this is why I left. After that I went and saw all of equestria with my dad and sister. I don't remember how I lost them, but I know their still out there," I said. I looked to pinkie. She was on the verge of creating a flood.
"Oh, Night. That's so great that you got out of there," she hugged me.
"Hey, I know that what my mom did to me was really bad and all, but I was about to kill her. Sober. I put the knife to her neck. I'm just as bad as her. I always will be. I'm reminded of the fact that i'm just like her every time I hurt somepony whether i'm justified or not," I said. She pulled away from the hug.
"No! You are nothing like your mom. Or your brother. You are you, not them. You are much better than them. You'll find them someday, you dad and sis. You sill find them. You and I could go on a quest! An adventure, just like ol' times! We could go and find them!" she suggested. I shook my head.
"I have no idea where to look. They could be anywhere!" I exclaimed. Pinkie thought for a moment.
A light bulb appeared above her head. "I know someone who might be able to help," she exclaimed
"Who?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. She is so special! She knows just about everything there is to know about everypony in equestria! And I know how to get to talk to her," Pinkie said.
"Who is it?" I asked again.
"Oh, I've got such a brilliant idea that my own brain would explode if I even began to know what I was talking about!" she exclaimed.
"But. . . who is it?" I asked confused.
She turned to me. "It's a surprise!" she yelled. "Thanks for telling me about all that, Night," she immediately changed the subject.
"Uhh, yeah. Now, nopony else is ever going to know, right? Unless I tell you you can tell anypony, right?" I asked in a concerned manner.
"I cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!" she stuck a cupcake in her eye. I smiled.
"Thanks, pinkie, it means a lot that I can trust you," I said.
"No problem!" she exclaimed.
"Ya know what? Maybe I can tell the other elements. They would be understanding, right?" I asked.
"Definitely! You have nothing to worry about. How about later today?" she asked.
"Sure. Meet back here, say, seven o'clock?" I asked.
"Sounds good to me!" I then left the tree house. I then noticed that the rain clouds were gone, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. I started walking back home. I noticed that other ponies had gone outside too. I decided that I was happy right now. I also decided that i'd do something else that makes me happy too: singing.
Sun is shinin' in the sky,
There ain't a cloud in sight
It's stopped rainin'
Everybody's in a play
And don't you know
It's a beautiful new day.
Runnin' down the avenue,(Pant, Pant, Pant)
See how the sun shines brightly
In the city on the streets
Where once was pity,
Mr. Blue Sky is living here today.
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why,
You had to hide away
For so long where did we go wrong.
Hey there Mr. Blue
We're so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do,
Everypony smiles at you.
Hey you with the pretty face,
Welcome to the pony race
A celebration Mr. Blue Sky's
Up there waitin' and today
Is the day we've waited for
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why,
You had to hide away
For so long where did we go wrong.
Hey there Mr. Blue
We're so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do,
Everypony smiles at you.
Mr. Blue you did it right,
But soon comes Mr. Night,
Creepin' over, now his
Hand is on your shoulder,
Never mind I'll remember you this way.
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why,
You had to hide away
For so long where did we go wrong.
Hey there Mr. Blue
We're so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do,
Everypony smiles at you.
I then arrived home.
. . .
Two ponies sat in an apartment. It had a small kitchen, a living room area, two bed rooms, and a bathroom.
"So, where do you think he is?" An orange mare with smiling sun for a cutie mark asked. Another pony, a stallion that was dark blue with red and white mane and tale and a smiling moon for a cutie mark answered.
"I don't know. But, we'll find him. We will find Night Waves," He answered.
There ya go people! Back story number one! Review please! Art on!