The Broken Promise (Plot-Generated One-Shot)

/*This oneshot was written to the tune of a plot generator's output.

www.archetypewriting.com/muse/generators/plot.htm to be precise.

The outcome it gave me was;

"The story starts when your protagonist breaks a promise.

Another character is an athlete who has been tapping your protagonist's phone."

So this is what you get. I kinda improvised the 'tapping' of a phone due to equestria.

*/

 

>Morning.

>You shake your head and get up.

>Today, you're going to do something terrible.

>Today, you break a Pinkie promise.

 

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>You stand in the shower, water hitting your back.

>Thoughts drift back to the topic of your plans, and their beginning circumstances.

>When you first arrived in Equestria, you were a bit disconnected.

>A few pones were able to get through to you, Like Twilight and Dash.

>And, of course, Pinkie Pie.

>All of your new friends helped you adjust, but Pinkie specificity went out of her way to do so.

>You were grateful of it, but recently, you and Pinkie had a bit of a falling out.

>Rather, she had gotten on your nerves just a bit too much.

>And in your misguided anger, you may have yelled a bit too loud in telling her off.

>Indeed, by the time you had finished, everyone in the bakery was staring at you.

>You certainly didn't mean to go off on her, but every time you tried to make it up to her, she ran off.

>You couldn't talk to her, and none of the other friends wanted to get in the middle of it.

>They didn't want to take sides, they said. It's between you two.

>They are right, of course. This was your problem to solve.

>And in your desperation, you did what you'd never done before. You promised Pinkie you'd help her bake.

>You've always thought of Pinkie as best in small doses. But in an effort to be her friend again, you agreed to it.

>Shortly afterward, you overheard the Cakes talking.

>Apparently, you'd hurt Pinkie more than you knew.

>She'd spent a long time just in her room, doing who-knows what.

>The thought of losing a friend was apparently something awful in her eyes, and the idea that it was her fault doubly so.

>So here you stand, a coward of a man. No way can you look her in the eyes after all you did.

>Much less bake alongside her. No, you just can't show up. You don't know what to do.

>You finish up your shower and dress for the day. After a quick breakfast of an apple, you grab your phone.

>You were lucky enough to have a solar charger for the phone on hand when you arrived.

>And ever since that day, you've been using it as a sort of journal.

>It was like a safety blanket to you. The last remaining piece of your world you had,

>The one thing that tethered you to humanity was a small piece of technology obsolete before it was built.

>As you write down your thoughts for the day, you place it back on the window still.

>The phone can't charge while in your pocket, nor does the solar charger work well at night.

>Thus, the phone sits at home regularly.

>You grab your shoes and head out the front door.

>Maybe some walking will do you good. Maybe you can think of a way to salvage the friendship.

>Maybe you'll just send her a cupcake with 'Sorry' written on it, and scrap the whole thing as a lesson in life.

 

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>You are Rainbow Dash.

>And you're stopping by Anon's house to wake him up.

>He's finally going to make up with Pinkie. Now you can all enjoy cupcakes at Sugarcube Corner again.

>Not to mention they've both been real angsty about the whole thing.

>Twilight said not to get involved, that it wasn't your place. But none of that matters now.

>You knock a few time on the door, but don't get any reply.

>That's weird, usually Anon at least yells something. His shower's not running either.

>You open the door, thankful that he's followed everyp0ne else's example of not locking the door.

>All the lights are out, and a quick check reveals his bed is empty.

>You look around again, making certain he's not home. Then head over to his phone thing.

>He showed this off to Twilight once. The glass screen works by touching it.

>Then, one drunken evening, you caught a glimpse of the shape that unlocks it.

>Hooves were too big, of course, but your wing tips are not. You've found that he keeps a diary in it.

>Maybe he wrote where he went?

 

–

 

>You're still walking along the edge of the Everfree.

>It's been a few hours now, and you still don't have a solution.

>You feel awful about skiping out on Pinkie, but you just can't bring yourself to imagine talking to her.

>So you just continue along, kicking rocks every few steps and feeling more like the asshole you are with each passing minute.

>Along the tree line, a wave of birds fly off, spooked by something.

>Before you can even begin to contemplate this, you hear a high-pitched whistle of air, and are sharply knocked off your feet.

>You roll to the side to sit up and are met with the angriest face you've ever seen Dash make.

>”What. The. Flying. Fuck, Anon? You finally get a chance to fix everything and you're skipping out?”

>You blink.

“How did you know I wa-” Your sentence is stopped by the punctuation of a hoof meeting your face.

>”Don't even start. Don't you know what you mean to her? Don't you know how much she likes you?”

“I like her too, she's a good friend.” You protest. “But I-”

>”Man, you're dense.” Cut off again. Dash rubs her forehead. “No, screw what Twilight said, I'm ending this now.”

>Before you can protest, Dash rushes behind you and bites down on the collar of your shirt. With a quick tug, you're airborne.

>You notice a short window that you can just slip out of your shirt and roll- Its gone. You're now too high up.

>You suddenly lurch forwards as Dash picks up speed, heading straight for the bakery.

>The wind becomes too much, and you can't keep your eyes open.

>A second lurch comes from behind as the pegasus dumps her speed, before promptly letting go.

>You feet hit the ground, but the speed you retained keeps you off balance and you stumble into the door, knocking it open.

>Inside, you note an empty bakery, save for one pink p0ny with her head on the counter. A stack of baking utensils and supplies sits on the end.

>Oh god, she was really looking forwards to this.

>”Sorry, the bakery's closed for the weeken-” Pinkie stops as she looks up and sees you.

>Her face lighs up near instantly as she no less than rushes straight towards you and near-tackles you in a hug.

“Anon! You came! You came!” Her excitement rubs off a bit, and you return the hug lightly.

>She finally releases you, and gives you the biggest smile you've ever seen.

“Heh, yeah. Don't think I could miss it even if I tried.”

>You glance back at the door, but the pegasus is nowhere to be seen.

>”Come on, lets get started” Pinkie bounces off towards the kitchen.

>You watch after her, before closing the door and following.

>For all you were worried about, and all you hated yourself for, Pinkie seems to just be happy that you're here.

>And to her credit, she tones down the crazy just a bit.

>And you know what? Maybe baking with Pinkie could be fun after all.