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>>30277216 Thanks for the storytime.
My own Derpy origin story is posted here: http://duplexfields.deviantart.com/art/Up-In-The-Air-213097969
I'll only post the first chunk. My Derpy isn't slow, silly, or stupid, but was teased in her youth for her eyes.
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Derby Hooves was not having the best day. In fact, she was quite sure it was one of the worst days she'd ever had.
Dad wasn't home yet, and Mom always worked late, so she let herself in. She ran to her room, dropped her saddlebags on the floor, then curled up on the bed to cry. It was no fun being wall-eyed, but it was even less fun when the other kids teased her. "Derpy," they called her, "Derpy the derp-eyed filly." Then they laughed.
After she sniffled her way to dry eyes, she did what Dad always said to do when they weren't home: homework. Dad said that if she studied hard, she wouldn't have to work in a menial job like Mom, and still need her husband to work a second job.
She had gotten halfway through the page of equations when she heard the clip-clop clip-clop of her father. Excited, she spat the pencil out of her mouth and ran to the door.
"Daddy!" she cried out, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Hey," said the grey pegasus with the curly black mane, the propeller-beanie and the funny red poofy fake nose, "How's my little filly?"
They nuzzled, then he stood back. "I got a new one today," he said. "Smell this flower."
There was a flower on his hat. He leaned down so she could see it. Water squirted in her face, and she spluttered, then shrieked with laughter. "Do it again, Daddy!" she cried. |