Title:           Letters He Will Never Read Derpy Greentext
Author:          Metaphysic
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First Edit:      Saturday 18th of October 2014 11:49:26 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 10th of December 2014 05:22:35 PM CDT

>Tap-tap-tap.
>The quill grazing the blank parchment, a lack of ink flowing across the paper.
>However, droplets of drool seem to spill onto it.
 
>Derpy found herself sitting at a lone table in the sorting office, in the dark after hours.
>Everyone had gone home, the guards give her an odd look as they shine their lights through the corridors.
>She struggles to get her words out onto paper, pushing the tip of the quill against the paper, then soon retracting it.
>Over and over, before soon accidentally choking on the quill in her mouth.
 
>Spitting it out, she lets out a sigh as she looks around the dimly lit building.
>Peering over to the lockers, she takes note of the various jackets and satchels stuffed in cubbies and hanging on racks.
>One particular coat was long and intimidating.
>With sleeves about as long as her body, and weathered cracked leather.
>It just sat there, no one had the audacity to touch something belonging to the alien.
 
>No one really liked Anon, he was big and scary to some.
>They shouted obscenities at him, labeling him as a "freak".
>Derpy knew that term all too well.
>Her intimidating eyes, her shrill ugly tone, and not to mention her almost toddler-like intelligence.
 
>This was a job where they'd take anyone with at least one good eye...well, at least a good head on thei-
>It was a simple job, that could take even simple people.
>Each route had certain groups of people delivering certain packages.
>Heavy loads were for the sturdy Earth ponies.
>Express was for speedy Pegasus ponies.
>Derpy and Anon however...they just organized stamps.
 
>No one wanted to see Derpy or Anon on a doorstep.
>No one expected Derpy or Anon being any moderate use.
>But Derpy and Anon stuck together, through over-time and holiday hours.
>They were all they had in this world, a world of "friendship" they call it.
 
***
 
>Making it through the grueling days of such menial depressing work, they made the most of it.
>Drawing smiles and little houses on spare envelopes.
>Sticking stamps on their eyelids.
>They managed to make the most degrading line of work the highlight of their day.
 
>Sometimes, Derpy brought in her own muffins she baked for him, fresh from home.
>Derpy knew her muffins were the equivalent of eating charcoal, expecting him to spit them out and degrade her, but he ate them all, and lied to her face.
>And she smiled all the way.
 
>One day, Derpy had placed a small key into a muffin she had baked that morning.
>The key to her cottage, and perhaps more.
>She pitied him living in the common houses and even the alleyways.
>That day, she placed it on the table, asking him to eat it, for he would soon find the key in the center.
 
>He took a single bite, before walking away to the restroom, presumably spitting out the crunchy burnt "treat."
>She waited for him to come back.
>And she waited.
>...And she waited.
>...And...
 
>Derpy did not quite know what had happened to Anon that day.
>The word around the office is Celestia had discovered him and banished him away to his planet.
>Others say he met a fatal end at the hooves of a paranoid mob.
>Derpy though he perhaps...couldn't bring himself to keep up this act of friendship with her any longer.
>She knew that couldn't be true, but it wouldn't be surprising she thought.
 
>Today, she sat quietly with a parchment and quill.
>After hours of sitting still and pondering, she bites onto the quill again, and presses the tip against the paper as ink flows out.
"Der Anon, I rely mis u alot n i wnt u to cme b-"
>Derpy scribbles out her attempt at writing out a formal letter, lacking the ability to properly read as it is.
 
***
 
>Instead, she moves the quill down to the center of the paper, as she scribbles out a crudely shaped heart.
>Coloring it in, she soon finds herself drawing an entire picture of fields and doves, a beautiful picture that could properly rival even the most artistic ponies.
>And in the center, was a silhouette man and a pony.
 
>As she tucks the picture into an envelope, her excited wings deflate, as the envelope falls back onto the desk.
>After years of working towards making sure packages and letters get to the right ponies, this was one letter Derpy couldn't deliver.
>She'd call it ironic, if she knew what that word meant.
>Taking the letter in her mouths grasp, she opened her desk and stowed it away.
>Putting her head into her hooves, she looked down and sighed, closing her eyes and sobbing lightly.
>A stamp stuck to her eyelid.