Curly fries were not well known around Ponyville, until after that night. Often ponies found him without purpose. Curly Fries had no good talent. So the ponies ignored the poor stallion. Curly Fries lived on the bad side of town where every attack happened in Ponyville. Curly fries, on many occasions, were ridden to the frostbitten cold nights. Homeless. Faith ran low for Curly Fries, as his life was washed away with never-ending lonesomeness and depression. No one wanted a stallion such as him. A fat mustard horse, with a messy smoky-colored curly mane and stubbed tail. He was also not very attractive to many.
"Truly one of the most pathetic unicorns to ever live" they'd say. The taunts and mockery were endless. That was this stallion's life. It was going to end soon. 3 Curly Fries knows his magic wouldn't save him. 2 he wishes for more options. 1 He needs answers now. Before the impact, a gray pony soars the sky. Bringing him protection and a second chance. Who was this mare? Who cared enough about him to save him from a fate such as so? Who was this angel? It was the muffin mare. Derpy Hooves...
Curly Fries wakes up. Curly Fries clenches a fist. Curly Fries looks at his hooves then back and forth. Where was the gray mare? Was this just a dream? He was home but he wasn't alone. I felt someone in his room. Pop, pop, pop, It smelled like soap.
"Hello," Curly Fries asked, his voice shaking under his breath. A mare's chuckle zooms through the area. Curly Fries sees movement.
"What do you want," Curly Fries asked. His curls up to the end of the bed, Curly Fries feels a sudden thud. There is a pony with a gray coat and blonde hair. She hands him a bubble wand. Curly Fries sits there stunned in slight confusion.
"Go on," She says. Pointing her hoof to the bubble wand. Curly Fries blow bubbles. He felt she was harming him. Curly Tries to pop it. Trying to have a bit of fun in the emotions. Derpy Hooves yells at the top of her lungs "DON'T POP IT!". Curly Fries got scared, letting out a tiny yelp shaken confused scared he still wanted to die. He hears a ping from the kitchen.
"I'll get them," She says. She brings out muffins. Steam rises from them. That's when Curly Fries noticed her eyes. They were deformed. Mismatched. Crossed is a pretzel. Curly says nothing.
"Who are you?" Curly Fries asked. His voice cracked under the pressure. The Mare responded.
"I'm Derpy Hooves, Who are you?" Curly Fries took a quick pause, he looked down then back up seeing the pony more. He senses that there's no threat.
"I. I'm Curly Fries" he hesitated. He wasn't even sure what the pony was doing in his house.
"Ok Curly Fries, nice to know who I saved!" she cheered.
"Nice to meet you too." The mare hand Curly fries a muffin. She brushes his hair back and walks off. She opens the apartment door. Just before she's out she stops.
"I was once in your shoes, you know. Alone, miserable, useless. Just promise me the night ok Curly Fries ok." Before Curly Fries speaks she rushes out the door. Curly kept his promise he gave her the night. Just the night. Little did Curly Fries know many nights were to come.
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What the Bubbles Taught me
FanfictionI wrote this story to be an easy short read. I wrote this when I was seventeen which was the period between late 2015 and early 2017. The story is about a pony named Curly Fries and his friendship with Derpy Hooves. I wasn't sure what age to rate th...
