>Be you
>Growing old sucks
>You found a no-hooves waifu to include into your laifu
>But you never got rid of her
>You never stopped treating her just as well as your wife
>And then your wife passed
>You didn't even get a chance to start a family
>The emotional shock made you shut down entirely
>Outside of work and her, of course
>Until one day, even she left this world
>She left your home one day during a blizzard to tell you something but ended up frozen solid
>Her green-tinted plastic chassis cracked
>Some of her components were ruined
>Including her memory
>Every day is like the second day to her
>And every day is a new day for you
>"Wel-wel-wel-wel-wel-welllllllcom̧è home, Anon!"
>After so many decades, the Applejack bot you got just couldn't keep up
>Nowadays ponybots are practically sentient
>But she's a bit of a relic now
>And relics almost never have spare parts
>You smile and lean down, petting her well-kept mane
>You've spent decades keeping it in perfect condition
>The only thing left on her that's still pristine
>Her washed out ocular orbs scan over you, taking in your heart rate, temperature, and stress levels
>You smile so much when you see her
>But it hurts, even still, because she hasn't seen what has happened to you
>Over forty years you've had her
>You used to call her SnappleJack because of the vibrant green hue her chassis had
>Liquid cooling too
>It looked like Snapple
>So you teased her with that name until it just was her name
>Only you ever called her that
>You fight back age old tears pushing from the back of your head and clear your building sinuses
"Right then... yesterday I told you about a movie we'd watch, didn't I?"
>"Thaaaaaaaaaa̶̢aa̵͟͞áa̵̸a͢͝t's right, pardner! Can we watch it now? Please?"
>You nod and stand up, taking off your brown felt hat
>It was a hat you wanted to give her, but thankfully it fit you too
>It too had been sunbleached and worn by age
>You'll be damned if you get rid of it just because it's old fashioned
>Your back cracking all over, you kick off your boots and sit down at your old, trusted battlestation
>Your home isn't big, it's a tiny condo that you bought after your wife passed
>The world didn't turn out as bad as you thought, but given your age the best you can do is to just keep to yourself
>Snap trots toward you at an angle
>Her actuators are on the fritz so it's like she's walking a tiny bit sideways
>You pick her up and plop her down on your lap
"Alright... what was this called again..."
>Your aged fingers are still a demon with a keyboard and mouse
>You bring up the file and begin to play it
>The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
>A movie you grew up loving
>You love it so much, evidently you watch it every day now
>That first day you bought your bot, you wanted to show her that movie
>Due to her memory gap, every day is the day you introduce her to it
>You haven't ever had the heart to deny her of that
>The movie flies by, as it always does
>You're pretty sure the neighbors think you're crazy for playing it almost exactly at the same time, day after day, for years and years without fucking end
>But you love to see her reactions
>It doesn't hurt when you see her hoot and holler and attempt to cry when confronted with the appropriate scenes
>By the end of it, you watch it again
>Of course
>You haven't ever stopped playing games or watching other things, but you have very little time to do so outside of in the morning or late evenings
>Even then, you spend most of your attention on her
>After the two showings, Snapple shakes your arm with her face
>"Hey, no sleeeeE͢͜EE̷ping! You didn't miss that, did youu͘u̴͢u̴͝u?"
>You chuckle and shake your head
"Of course not. Did you really think Blondie would've let Tuco die like that? They're not bad men, you know. They're just dealing the hand they were dealt."
>Now that you're so old, you find deeper and deeper insight of that damned movie
>Maybe your mind is starting to go
>You yawn, leaning back in your captain's chair
>It's a thing of beauty, thank technological and ergonomic advances
>It doubles as your bed, pretty much
>You idly stroke Snap's mane
>You can feel the cracks on her chassis
>The rare gap that goes into her wiring
>That one frayed wire that controlled... something
>You forget some of the specifics about her
>"Heey, AnỜ́̕n! Tomorrow can we watch more stuff together?"
>You stifle a... noise
>You dare not contemplate what that noise could have been
"Yeah... yeah, I got a huge backlog to go through with you, you know. And we're gonna watch everything three times over until you get it straight, ok?"
>You really did have a backlog that long, once
>It took four months of watching movies and shows to clear it up
>By the time it did, you were both young nerds that couldn't stand to be apart
>You sigh and relax, thinking of what you'll do with her tomorrow
>You keep doing the same thing every day, hoping that maybe some miracle will happen and that her memory will somehow recover
>You spent so much time focusing on those first months over the years that you could write a five act play of every single day
>Not one single detail leaves you
>Even your fridge is in a perpetual stasis of exact items, exact quantities, and how far away it is from going bad
>You're so god damned tired of eating eggs
>Decent diet though
"I'm gonna... get some rest for a little bit, Snap. Wake me up in the morning for work, ok?"
>You haven't had to work in at least a decade now
>But that's what you told her when you were still some random grease monkey
>"Alllrighty parduǝɹ! I'll wake you ɹiƃɥʇ up at--"
>Her voice turns monotone
>"Five, forty, five, AM."
>It goes back to a somewhat squeaky, crackled version of normality
>"Mind if I sleeEep right here then? I can be yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-ỳǫ͝ư̡r̢ pillow!"
"Heh... how about you be my blanket? You're far too cute to put behind my head."
>She snuggles against your hand, her actuators creaking slightly from the minimal movement
>You close your eyes
>Tomorrow will be better, you believe
>Tomorrow she will remember