Title:           Derpy and the Warm Box
Author:          fluffyscribe
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/pwkb2VYZ
First Edit:      Monday 21st of May 2012 01:46:57 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 21st of May 2012 01:46:57 AM CDT

Warning: Sad.
 
>Be fluffy Derpy.
>So cold, wandering through the city at night.
>Scared, hungry, cold.
>Above all else, scared for your baby.
>Your unicorn foal, Dinky, is nestled on your back, trying to stay warm in your fluff.
>You can feel her shivering from the cold wind and hunger.
>"Mummah..." she sniffs. "Hungwy... Fwuffy cold, mummah..."
>You tear up as she begs you for help you can't give her.
>Wander further down the best-lit alley you can find.
>Thought it would be warmer.. because it's brighter.
>You were wrong...
>"Miss sister..." Dinky whimpers.
>Sister? You feel dumb; you had another foal!
>How could you forget?!
>You cried all day when you washed her in the sticky smelly water.
>She coughed and coughed and then didn't cough or breath or move.
>How could you forget your foal...
>Other fluffy ponies seem to remember things better than you...
>"Mummah..." Dinky mewls helplessly on your back.
>OH right! Your living foal! Better keep moving.
>"Don' worry, babeh!" you whisper. "Mummah fin' you foodies soon! Fin' wawm home soon!"
>You follow the smell of spaghetti as it gets darker and colder.
>You love spaghetti. And muffins. You miss muffins. Used to eat muffins with daddy.
>You miss daddy. You miss Dinky, too.
>NO WAIT! You still have Dinky!
>You miss your OTHER foal. What was her name...
>"Sketties?" Even Dinky smells it now.
>You stop in front of a big brick building.
>Smells like spaghetti and other tasty things!
>"Hungwy..." you say softly. "Wet in?"
>You're talking to a wall.
>"Wet in... pwese? Derpy hungwy... Babeh needs nummies..."
>Feel something slide off your back.
>WHATTHEHELL?!.jpg
>Oh! It's Dinky! You forgot she was on top of you.
>Dinky coughs and gets to her hooves.
>"Mummah, wook! Howe!"
>She's right! Your baby found a hole into the building.
>You're so proud of her.
>You both head inside.
>Room is empty.
>You recognize room!
>Reminds you of kitchen from old home!
>There's a table, and a fridgey, and a warm-box!
>You smell spaghetti and pizza and bread!
>"Mummah, wook! Nummies!"
>Dinky found foodies in the corner of the room.
>You pick her up and trot over.
>Sketties!! Delicious sketties!
>It's hard and cold, and only a little, and it's dusty too, but it's still so amazing!
>"Mummah so pwoud of babeh," you coo with your mouth full. "Mummah wuv her Dinky."
>"Wuv mummah!" Dinky smiles. "Wuv sketties. Wuv mummah! Tummy wuv sketties!"
>Finally full!  But still so cold.
>Room isn't much warmer than outside.
>Remember the warm-box! Daddy used to put foodies in warm-box to make them warm!
>Carry your precious baby back to warm-box.
>You try to stand on your hind legs, with her balancing on your head.
>After forever, you finally stand long enough for her to reach the handle.
>"Oomph!" she climbs onto it. After another forever, she wedges open the door just a tiny bit.
>Dinky suddenly loses her balance and falls into the tiny opening.
>"Dinky!" you cry. "Dinky! Mummah no see you! Where Dinky go!"
>"In wawm-box, mummah!" you hear her. "Wawm! Mummah, miss you!"
>Huh? Who's talking? Who is that?
>OH YOUR DAUGHTER, RIGHT.
>"Miss you, Dinky!" you call to her.
>No way can you reach into the warm-box.
>Wish you could see her. Wish you could be in warm-box.
>You talk to her until she falls asleep.
>Trot back to pile of old spaghetti. Tummy is happy all night.
 
>Be a pizza-chef.
>Job at the Italian pizza and pasta place is alright.
>Free food, decent pay.
>Manager lost his shit the other day; kicked a hole straight through the kitchen back door.
>Hope to god health inspectors don't come before it gets patched up.
>Show up for morning shift.
>Kitchen's clean as always.
>Close the oven door and turn the dial to get it pre-heated.
>"No!!" You hear a tiny scream of terror.
>Look down. OH FUCK, it's a gray, blonde-maned fluffy pony.
>She was asleep in the corner, and there's a massive pile of shit there now too.
>Knew you should've blocked the hole in the door with something.
>"No! No cwose wawm-box! Need babeh!" The fluffy is sobbing and panicking.
>You're just fucking angry. You'll have to clean up that mess she made.
>Pick her up by her neck.
>"Owie!" she sobs. "No huwt Derpy! Wan' babeh! Pwese, gif' Dinky! Wet Dinky out!"
>What the fuck is she talking about? Filthy animals messing up your kitchen.
>Throw her into the alley. She crashes into the garbage bags outside.
>"Owies! Fwuffy wingies huwt..." She fumbles around dizzily as you slam the door.
>Quickly find a large can of tomato sauce and block the hole.
>Wash hands and get to work. Oven doesn't take long to heat up.
>Hear the fluffy pony banging on the heavy can desperately.
>"Pwese wet in!" she sobs. "Need Dinky! Dinky! Pwese, wan' babeh! Babeh in wawm-box!"
>OH MY GOD SO ANNOYING. Thought you heard weird tapping sound from oven. Probably the metal expanding.
>"Babeh in wawm-box! Babeh need mummah! Babeh get scawed in wawm-box if mummah no dhere!"
>Wait.... warm-box?
>That smell....
>OH FUCK.
>Yank open oven door.
>Black smoke and an unholy smell surge out.
>Cough and clear smoke, and see the mess.
>A black, scorched, bubbling mess. Can barely tell it was once a fluffy foal.
>Oh jeez...
>It'll take for-fucking-ever to clean this out. Might not get any pizzas out today at all.
>Stupid goddamn fluffy ponies.
>Move tomato can.
>Gray fluffy mare immediately bolts in.
>"Hooman! Wet mummah haf' Dinky pwese!!" she begs before seeing the smoke coming from the oven.
>You pull out the tray and show the charred remains of her daughter to her.
>She stares at the mess in shock.
>"Babeh?" she mutters, her voice cracking. "Dinky? Mummah... mummah wan'.... no..."
>She realizes what's happened and starts crying hysterically.
>"No!!" she wails. "No no no! Dinky! Mummah hewe! Mummah wan' Dinky! Babeh, pwese be betta now!"
>So pathetic. "What kind of stupid-fucking-retard mother are you?! Who lets their baby play in an oven?!"
>"Babeh was cold! Wan'ed babeh to be wawm! Put in wawm-box for wawm!"
>"You fucking retard. Your daughter is dead and it's your fault."
>"No!" she sobs. "No Derpy's faul'! Derpy good mummah! Derpy wuv her Dinky!"
>She tries to hug the charred blob of her daughter. Just gets sticky remains and soot all over her gray fluff.
>You pick up the fluffy mare, and take her and tray outside. Drop them in the dumpster and slam the lid down.
>Hear her whimpering miserably as you turn around.
>"Derpy sowwy... Derpy wuv yuu, Dinky. Pwese no be mad at mummah.  Mummah wuv her Dinky..."