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Grandpa Anon the Old Stallion

By NewFagAlphaCentauri
Created: 2021-05-09 17:34:08
Expiry: Never

  1. 1.
    >You bring up a milkshake and tap it against the one sitting on the table.
  2. 2.
    “Thanks for bringing me out, lads.” You say in a raspy voice. “It's always fun to visit again. It's just not the same without the gang, you know?”
  3. 3.
    >You bring that triple chocolate mint shake to your lips and chug.
  4. 4.
    >By the time you're done, the teeth you have left are aching from the cold, but you ignore it quite well.
  5. 5.
    >You set down the glass and look longingly at the other side of the table.
  6. 6.
    >On the table is the other milkshake. Vanilla topped with chocolate. Four straws.
  7. 7.
    >Just like how your friends always enjoyed them. Together.
  8. 8.
    >Well, usually with a much bigger glass, but it's the notion that counts.
  9. 9.
     
  10. 10.
    >You were always the odd one out.
  11. 11.
    >Odd jobs.
  12. 12.
    >Odd life choices.
  13. 13.
    >So your friends always called you Odd instead of Anon, but you took it in stride.
  14. 14.
    >The sour part was being the last one.
  15. 15.
    >They had families, and you had... well...
  16. 16.
    >You never got around to it.
  17. 17.
    >You were always engrossed in something new, and fun, and interesting.
  18. 18.
    >Different jobs all the time. Nothing was out of your reach. You wanted to do everything.
  19. 19.
    >So you did.
  20. 20.
    >Everything.
  21. 21.
    >Except settle down and make a family.
  22. 22.
    >And so, here you are.
  23. 23.
     
  24. 24.
    >”Heh heh heh! That's not how you eat ice cream silly!”
  25. 25.
    >You look to the side, where the voice came from.
  26. 26.
    “Hmm?”
  27. 27.
    >You can't seem to find anypony that could have said that.
  28. 28.
    >”It's all over your muzzle!”
  29. 29.
    >You look down to see a pink little filly. Her bright blue eyes looking up to you.
  30. 30.
    >She looks like a walking ball of cotton candy.
  31. 31.
     
  32. 32.
     
  33. 33.
    >You narrow your focus and see that, well, yes. Your face is covered in whipped cream.
  34. 34.
    >You lick it off and smile at the cute little filly.
  35. 35.
    “It sure was! Thanks for helping me little one! I must have gotten old and forgot how to eat.”
  36. 36.
    >You tussle her hair and she giggles, her bubbly attitude oozing over.
  37. 37.
    >”You're silly!”
  38. 38.
    “Really? That's a new one. Most call me Odd.” You lean down a bit. “And what's your name, little filly?”
  39. 39.
    >”My name's Pinkie Pie!”
  40. 40.
    “Pinkie Pie?” You hold your chin. “I haven't heard that name before? Are you new here Pinkie?”
  41. 41.
    >”I am! I'm a baker now! And I live here now!”
  42. 42.
    “Well that's wonderful. Is your special talent in making the best pies?”
  43. 43.
    >She gives that youthful giggle again.
  44. 44.
    >Gods above, you wish you could hear that heavenly sound more often.
  45. 45.
    >”Nope! I throw parties and bring smiles to everypony! Mr. Cake said you were having a birthday party, and I wanted to help!”
  46. 46.
     
  47. 47.
    >You look over to Mr. Cake at the counter, listening to the conversation.
  48. 48.
    >He has his forehooves over his head, almost embarrassed by the little one's tact... or lack of.
  49. 49.
    >You chuckle.
  50. 50.
    “Well, I'm a bit shy. I like to keep it between me and my friends here.”
  51. 51.
    >She hops on the table and looks at the photos, then back to you, confused.
  52. 52.
    >”I don't get it. They're pictures.”
  53. 53.
    >You tussle her hair again.
  54. 54.
    “Well, they can't come themselves these days. They're not really around anymore.”
  55. 55.
    >”Well it's rude to leave you here alone! A party of one is never fun! Here! I'll be your friend and celebrate with you!”
  56. 56.
    >She might be a little too young to... ah, forget it.
  57. 57.
    “Well, go ahead and have the shake then. It's not going anywhere.”
  58. 58.
    >”Okay!”
  59. 59.
    >You grab the pictures you had set up and hastily stuff them in your half-coat's pocket.
  60. 60.
    >She hops over and looks at you with those bright eyes of hers, taking a big gulp through all the straws.
  61. 61.
    >”So how old are you? I need to know so we can celebrate your birthday right!”
  62. 62.
    >You shake your head.
  63. 63.
    “Too old, little Pinkie. Age doesn't matter up here.” You poke her with a hoof, eliciting another giggle. “Besides, I don't really want to celebrate my birthday.”
  64. 64.
    >She suddenly looks dejected.
  65. 65.
    >“B-but... but...”
  66. 66.
    “Let's celebrate something better.”
  67. 67.
    >”Better?” She asks.
  68. 68.
    “Better!” You say. “Birthdays happen every year. But... you're only new to ponies once. How about we throw a little party for you.” You poke her in the chest, and she's listening intently.
  69. 69.
    “We could throw you a.... a Ponyville... a 'Welcome to Ponyville' party!”
  70. 70.
    >She's jumping in excitement.
  71. 71.
    >”Ohmygoshyou'resorightIcan'tbelieveIdidn'tthinkofitIt'ssoobviousthat'ssosmartthankyouthankyounowIcangiveapartytoEVERYPONYthatcomestoPonville-”
  72. 72.
    >You're eyes glaze over as you try to keep up with whatever gibberish she's spouting out of that motor mouth of hers.
  73. 73.
     
  74. 74.
    >Suddenly, she's at your side and hugging you tightly.
  75. 75.
    >”Thank you so much! I promise, I'm going to be your very best friend! I'll throw every party you want!”
  76. 76.
    >You hug her back, holding the precious little girl.
  77. 77.
    “Well, thank you Pinkie. I could always use a friend.”
  78. 78.
    >”I'll be your very best friend! That's a Pinkie Promise! Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my ey- ouch!”
  79. 79.
    “I'm sure you will, Pinkie. So, tell me...”
  80. 80.
     
  81. 81.
    “Why'd you come to Ponyville?”
  82. 82.
     
  83. 83.
    - - -
  84. 84.
     
  85. 85.
    >You sit in your humble little home.
  86. 86.
    >The record player is running, playing some cheerful ambiance of bird chirps and wind blowing.
  87. 87.
    >It helped you have pleasant dreams on tired days like these, when you're laying in your recliner through the afternoon.
  88. 88.
    >But you aren't sleeping today.
  89. 89.
    >You're looking through the photo album again.
  90. 90.
    >You had to get a bigger one, actually.
  91. 91.
    >You've been putting more and more photos in the back these days.
  92. 92.
    >You're getting older. You're already older than most of the old folk around.
  93. 93.
    >You've seen how some ponies go as they age, and some part of you wants to be sure you don't end up the same.
  94. 94.
    >But you're not senile.
  95. 95.
    >Not yet.
  96. 96.
    >As long as you've got your memories, you're still you. You're still here.
  97. 97.
    >The past isn't gone yet.
  98. 98.
     
  99. 99.
    >The doorbell rings, and you whip your head up.
  100. 100.
    >You close the book and place it on the coffee table, wiping your eyes before getting up.
  101. 101.
    >You get to the door and fiddle with the handle for a second, then open it up.
  102. 102.
    “Pinkie!”
  103. 103.
    >”Grampa 'Non!”
  104. 104.
    >You pull eachother into a tight hug.
  105. 105.
    >Little Pinkie is now well past your withers. She's grown a lot since you first met her.
  106. 106.
    >And so has her love for making ponies smile.
  107. 107.
    >You can tell she's going to make some young stallion very happy one day.
  108. 108.
    >You break the hug.
  109. 109.
    “Come on inside, Pinkie.”
  110. 110.
    >”But the party is at Sugarcube corner!” She says, but comes in anyways.
  111. 111.
    >You smile at her, leading her into the kitchen.
  112. 112.
    “I've got a little birthday present for you.”
  113. 113.
     
  114. 114.
    >She snickers.
  115. 115.
    >”You silly stallion. I'm supposed to get YOU presents!”
  116. 116.
    “Heh heh. Well, we both know how 'Odd' I am.”
  117. 117.
    >”Yep!” She giggles again.
  118. 118.
    >You bring her to the little table in the corner and put your hoof on the unwrapped gift.
  119. 119.
    “Here it is.”
  120. 120.
    >”It's a book!”
  121. 121.
    “Not just any book. It's a-”
  122. 122.
    >”Oh! It's all your adventures around the whole world when you were younger!”
  123. 123.
    “No.”
  124. 124.
    >”A journal of all the times you met the princess!”
  125. 125.
    “No, it's-”
  126. 126.
    >”A secret diary with the prophecy of the return of Queen Meanie!”
  127. 127.
    “No.”
  128. 128.
    >You shut her up with a hug before you goes on.
  129. 129.
     
  130. 130.
    “It's my recipe book.”
  131. 131.
    >She stops shaking and gasps.
  132. 132.
    >”Recipe book?!”
  133. 133.
    >She flips it open and starts pouring through the pages.
  134. 134.
    >”Oh my gosh, this all looks so good!!”
  135. 135.
    “Yep. I made pictures so you'd know what you're making.”
  136. 136.
    >She keeps reading through and through. For once, she seems completely focused on one thing.
  137. 137.
    “It's mostly baked goods. There's some other recipes in the back, but I wanted it to be more of your interests.”
  138. 138.
    >”These are all YOUR recipes?!”
  139. 139.
    “Well, sort of. I've worked at a lot of restaurants and food...places. I collected a lot of recipes over the years for myself. Couldn't just hoof them out to anypony. I wanted to keep them, for, well...”
  140. 140.
    >You sigh.
  141. 141.
    “I wanted to give them to somepony very special to me. And I think you're it.”
  142. 142.
    >You give her a little kiss on the forehead, and she whips out of the book and squeezes you tight.
  143. 143.
    >really tiGHT- WAS THAT A RIB?
  144. 144.
    >Wait, no. Your back popped. False alarm.
  145. 145.
    >”Thank you grampa 'Non! I'll make everypony the bestest best treats ever! With this-” She puts the book on her back. “-no pony will ever be unsatisfied with their sweets again!”
  146. 146.
    “Pinkie, you spoil me. I just wanted you to have that. In case I forget. Also, I made some of your favorites!”
  147. 147.
    >”Cupcakes?”
  148. 148.
    “Ugly cupcakes!”
  149. 149.
    >”Ugly cupcakes!”
  150. 150.
    >You grab a plate from the counter and take off the paper wrap, revealing what looks like muffins.
  151. 151.
    >Pinkie instantly tears into one, getting the cream filling all over her muzzle.
  152. 152.
    “Messy girl.” You mutter.
  153. 153.
    >She sheepishly giggles and licks it clean.
  154. 154.
     
  155. 155.
    >”Thanks Grampa 'Non. But we should really get to your party.”
  156. 156.
    “Okay, okay. I guess we've lingered enough.”
  157. 157.
    >She grabs your hoof and you grab your things while she drags you off through the door.
  158. 158.
    >”Oh, and 'Non?”
  159. 159.
    “Yes Pinkie?”
  160. 160.
    >”I hope you have a very happy birthday.”
  161. 161.
    “It already is, Pinkie.”
  162. 162.
     
  163. 163.
    - - -
  164. 164.
     
  165. 165.
     
  166. 166.
    >You roll over in your hospital bed as best you can.
  167. 167.
    >The uncomfortable sheet is abrasive against your fur, but it's too cold in the room for you not to cover up.
  168. 168.
    >And the pillow is too stiff and thick to lay on without getting a crick in your neck.
  169. 169.
    >All in all, you aren't a very happy pony right now.
  170. 170.
    >A broken hoof will do that to you.
  171. 171.
     
  172. 172.
    >But, today is that special day again.
  173. 173.
    >Well, one of them.
  174. 174.
    >Pinkie Pie is coming to visit again.
  175. 175.
    >She's been visiting more often these days.
  176. 176.
    >And you're thankful for it.
  177. 177.
    >No one else except your neighbor has visited.
  178. 178.
    >You're sure she felt compelled, since she was the one that found you writhing on the floor.
  179. 179.
    >She's so nice, but you can tell she doesn't ever want to linger.
  180. 180.
    >Still. You should make something for her. You know how busy she is with her shop, and she still went out of her way to help...
  181. 181.
    >Oh, you lost track of yourself.
  182. 182.
     
  183. 183.
    >”Grampa 'Non?”
  184. 184.
    >The door creeks open, and you shift to look.
  185. 185.
    “Pinkie Pie.” You say weakly.
  186. 186.
    >She trots on in and produces a wrapped package, holding it within your reach.
  187. 187.
    >”I brought you a present.”
  188. 188.
    >But you couldn't find much more strength than to sit up.
  189. 189.
    “Thank you, Pinkie. Maybe... on the counter.” You gesture.
  190. 190.
    >She sets it down on the nightstand and looks over you.
  191. 191.
    >”Sorry I haven't been able to visit so much, 'Non.”
  192. 192.
    >You boop her nose.
  193. 193.
    “Don't worry about me, dearie. I'm happy you came at all. I know how busy you are these days with the whole becoming famous bit and your trips away from town.”
  194. 194.
    >”I know; I just don't want you to think I forgot about you is all.”
  195. 195.
    “Well of course you haven't!” You poke her chest. “You are THE Pinkie Diane Pie. The mare who never forgets a happy birthday, cute-ceanera, or friend. I know that you'd never forget me.”
  196. 196.
    >She comes in for a hug, and you hold her there the best you could.
  197. 197.
    >You both embrace it for a while; You didn't want to let go. She... well, she's nice enough to let you have it, you supposed.
  198. 198.
    >You feel up her muscles before you end it.
  199. 199.
    “Pinkie, you've got such big muscles. How did you ever get those?”
  200. 200.
    >She snickers playfully.
  201. 201.
    >”Partying is a lot of hard work, 'Non. I have to lift lots of stuff all the time.”
  202. 202.
    “Well it shows. You're going to make some stallion very happy one day.”
  203. 203.
     
  204. 204.
    >She blushes and stands back.
  205. 205.
    >”Uh, thanks, 'Non.”
  206. 206.
    >She turns around and grabs a cupcake with a little candle already lit. She presents it to you.
  207. 207.
    >”Hrr. Thr mrsht imprr...” She sets it on the gift. “The most important part of any birthday party. The cake!”
  208. 208.
    “Thanks. I'll have it in a bit.”
  209. 209.
    >You glance at the delicious pastry. You can tell just by looking at it that it's your favorite. A recipe you gave her that she somehow made even better.
  210. 210.
    >”You don't want to make a wish? Just real quick?”
  211. 211.
    >You smile at the girl.
  212. 212.
    >She's such a kind soul. Trying to get you to enjoy yourself when you've obviously been quite... expended.
  213. 213.
    “Pinkie, I want to hear about you. How are you doing?”
  214. 214.
    >She waves her hoof.
  215. 215.
    >”Oh, I'm fine.”
  216. 216.
    “Really? No new stories of adventure?”
  217. 217.
    >”Well.” She snickers. “Remember when everything went whackco for a while? Everything weird and clouds were cotton candy and stuff?”
  218. 218.
    >That, you most certainly do.
  219. 219.
    “Sure do. My house was floating sideways. Tea time was very difficult to have.”
  220. 220.
    >She giggles. “Well, turns out this guy named Discord caused all of that. He does chaos and jokes and stuff. He was a little fun but, well... he's gone again.”
  221. 221.
    “Well I'm glad to be saved again by my hero.”
  222. 222.
    >”Oooh.” She says bashfully.
  223. 223.
    >She looks over at the cupcakes and drops the smile.
  224. 224.
    >”'Non, I think you should, you know...” She points.
  225. 225.
     
  226. 226.
    >Oh, the candle's just about to start getting wax on the icing.
  227. 227.
    >Better take care of that.
  228. 228.
    “Whoops.”
  229. 229.
    >You blow out the candle, then grab it and spit it into the nearby trash can.
  230. 230.
    “Almost wasted a perfectly good cupcake.”
  231. 231.
    >She snickers again.
  232. 232.
    >”Yep!” She pauses.”So...”
  233. 233.
    “So....”
  234. 234.
    >”Whatchya wish for?”
  235. 235.
    >You smile, gesturing her to come closer.
  236. 236.
    >She does and you pull her into a hug.
  237. 237.
    “Can't tell you.” You whisper.
  238. 238.
    >She shrugs and holds you close as well.
  239. 239.
     
  240. 240.
    >You wish...
  241. 241.
    >You wish this moment could last forever.
  242. 242.
    >It took a lifetime to get to this very moment, and... it was worth it.
  243. 243.
     
  244. 244.
    - - -
  245. 245.
     
  246. 246.
     
  247. 247.
    >It's Hearts and Hooves day, but you aren't smiling.
  248. 248.
    >Maybe later, but not right now.
  249. 249.
    >Grampa Anon... he passed away last week.
  250. 250.
    >The doctors said it was in his sleep; so, you know it was painless at least.
  251. 251.
    >You're sad to see him go, but, well... you were the only one that talked to him regularly at this point.
  252. 252.
    >And he couldn't stay forever.
  253. 253.
    >It didn't make it hurt any less, though.
  254. 254.
    >He was a friend. A good one at that.
  255. 255.
    >One of the very first ones you made here in Ponyville.
  256. 256.
    >And he's gone.
  257. 257.
    >...
  258. 258.
     
  259. 259.
    >Mr. Willis and a pony from some company gave you some paperwork when you got here.
  260. 260.
    >And 'Non's photo album that he liked to look through all the time.
  261. 261.
    >You weren't paying great attention when they gave them to you, but you did catch that 'Non named you in his will.
  262. 262.
    >You can imagine why, but it still isn't a great feeling.
  263. 263.
    >It almost feels a little perverse. You just wanted to see him smile. You never cared for... this.
  264. 264.
    >Still. If he wanted you to have it, then you guess it's yours.
  265. 265.
     
  266. 266.
    >You open up the album to the first of the photographs.
  267. 267.
    >It was a handsome little colt. Green coat and dark hair with those big eyebrows of his. Surrounded by his friends, all making silly faces.
  268. 268.
    >The next was each of his friends with their cutie marks. And finally his own.
  269. 269.
    >Then they were older. And, er... the picture quality suddenly took a dive.
  270. 270.
    >In the margins 'Non wrote 'bought my first camera here', pointing to a picture of him and his camera in a mirror shot.
  271. 271.
    >The pictures improve again after a few more and you can see 'Non with all his friends in suits. Everypony had a date except 'Non.
  272. 272.
    >Then some pictures of his friends at parties... in graduation gowns...
  273. 273.
     
  274. 274.
    >Then, the group was suddenly one less.
  275. 275.
    >Nothing seemed to really change in the group at first. It was one less pony.
  276. 276.
    >And then it was two. And the smiles were a little melancholy.
  277. 277.
    >Then three. One of the ponies didn't really smile after that.
  278. 278.
    >Then four...
  279. 279.
    >Then five.
  280. 280.
    >It was just 'Non and this one pony for a while. Two older stallions enjoying their time together. Some of the pictures are with what you can only assume is the other stallion's family.
  281. 281.
    >They were young and full of life in the pictures, while 'Non and his friend were more muted.
  282. 282.
    >And then, it stopped being a pair.
  283. 283.
     
  284. 284.
    >For several pages, it's just 'Non taking pictures of himself in nice places.
  285. 285.
    >Canterlot, Manehatten, Apploosa, Las Pegasus...
  286. 286.
    >But his eyes were all wrong. Like something wasn't right.
  287. 287.
    >They were empty, almost. Dull. And the smile... looked unnatural.
  288. 288.
    >And you hit an empty page in the middle. For a second, you thought you'd hit the end of how far he'd filled it, but you knew that couldn't be.
  289. 289.
    >You turned again, and this beautiful hoof-drawn graphic on the pages read out 'my new best friend'.
  290. 290.
     
  291. 291.
    >You turn it over and... hey, that's you! When you first moved here!
  292. 292.
    >You had wanted to throw him a birthday party but instead he threw you your very own 'Welcome-to-Ponyville' party!
  293. 293.
    >He took a photograph of you chugging that shake.
  294. 294.
    >And his eyes. They had that spark.
  295. 295.
    >The smile was real again.
  296. 296.
     
  297. 297.
    >The next few photographs... when he took you and Applejack to the bowling alley.
  298. 298.
    >Oh, there's the time you all built carts for the derpy!
  299. 299.
    >A-and when helped you bake cakes for the Cakes' own wedding anniversary!
  300. 300.
    >He has the biggest smile in these pictures. Looking at them, you don't think you've seen anypony smile that big or bright.
  301. 301.
    >There's the time a bunch of rabbits ruined his garden and you helped plant everything again.
  302. 302.
    >He was pretty upset at the bunnies that year. You're pretty sure that's the same year Fluttershy found Angel, too.
  303. 303.
    >Then there's when he took you hiking up to the top of Canterlot mountain!
  304. 304.
     
  305. 305.
    >You pour through the pictures, nearly reliving each of the memories yourself.
  306. 306.
    >You finally reach the end, and the very last one is another copy of that first picture. It's center top of the page, with a red note filling up the rest of the page.
  307. 307.
     
  308. 308.
    >'Dear Pinkie,
  309. 309.
    >'I want you to know what these times we've had are some of the best of my life.
  310. 310.
    >'When you first came to Ponyville, I saw a bright little filly with a sense of wonder and opportunity.
  311. 311.
    >'To this day, I still see that little filly. With those bright blue eyes and wild pink hair.
  312. 312.
    >'I've watched you grow up into the beautiful young mare, trying so hard to make this world a brighter, happier place.
  313. 313.
    >'So please, believe me when I tell you; You're the very reason I smiled for so many years.
  314. 314.
    >'Every time you walked through the door, no matter what mood I was in, you brought me to life again.
  315. 315.
    >'I can only pray that you know just how invaluable you are. You're the very definition of a blessing.
  316. 316.
    >'So I wrote you into my will with one small request.
  317. 317.
    >'I have no heirs, so I would have given my things to charity, but I feel you deserve something for all the effort you put into helping me.
  318. 318.
    >'The one thing I want to ask, Pinkie, is a promise; You'll keep doing as you do. That you'll use what I give you to give smiles to everypony.
  319. 319.
    >'I want the world to be able to feel the happiness I felt when you came through that door on those lonely days.
  320. 320.
    >'And I want you to know that you are the very best friend I've ever had.
  321. 321.
    >'Your friend,
  322. 322.
    >'Anon Y. Mous
  323. 323.
     
  324. 324.
    >You can hardly read through the tears in your eyes.
  325. 325.
    >You knew you meant a lot to 'Non, but... it seems like you never knew just how much.
  326. 326.
    >From the looks of it, you were the only one holding him up at all.
  327. 327.
    >And that meant the world to him.
  328. 328.
    >That is exactly what you wanted to do. To bring smiles to everypony. Especially those that need it the most.
  329. 329.
    >You know what, 'Non? Pinkiemena Diane Pie is going to take what you give and make sure that everypony gets the real smile they deserve.
  330. 330.
     
  331. 331.
    >You close the book and grab one of the pieces of paperwork.
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    >Let's see... this is a... life insurance policy. Whole life. You're the benefactor and you're supposed to go to Canterlot and see their representative to... claim...
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    [spoiler]>H- HOW MANY ZEROES IS THAT?[/spoiler]

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