Mary Sue.

Mary Sue.

Cursed forever to be blue.

Mary Sue.

Mary Sue.

Cursed forever to be blue.

The faceless fillies chanted as each one pointing their hoof at the young filly, Mary.

Mary Sue.

Mary Sue.

Cursed forever to be blue.

Her pink eyes desperately search the crowd for a sign of hope.  Her tiny hooves charged forth, running as fast has as she could.  The faceless fillies followed, never leaving her side as they cheered the same verse over and over again.

Mary Sue.

Mary Sue.

Cursed forever to be blue.

“Some pony please… help me,” Mary pleaded as she ran forward into the void.  The faceless fillies never left her side, always watching, always judging.

Mary Sue

Mary Sue

Cursed forever to be blue.

Thump

The black alicorn’s eyes fluttered open to see her polished wooden mahogany floor boards, her body wrapped in the patchwork quilt.

“Not that dream again,” she said almost breathlessly.

She rolled on the floor away from her bed, unraveling herself from her comfy prison. She slowly got back on all fours as she grit her teeth.  A sharp pain pierced her skull, like a hot hatchet wedged in the middle of her forehead.

“Ahh, hangover,” she whispered.

Her eyes finally focused as she tried to stabilize herself.  Her gaze fell on the large vanity mirror on the wall that hung over her white dresser.  Her eyes were swollen and puffy, her perfect mane was in utter chaos.  Her black coat was flared upwards, against its natural state.  The only thing that wasn’t affected by her night of tears, tossing and turning was her wings.

A hot breath escaped her mouth as she looked herself over. “ I was supposed to look like this AFTER I woke up next to Big Mac.”

She stretched as she made her way out of her room, only one thing on her mind, a nice hot shower.

She stepped into the porcelain white room, walking past the huge marble sink and straight into the shower.  Her horn lit up in a dark aura and the radio on the far end of the room, safe from any water that might harm its interior components, came to life.

“Ooo, this is my song!”

A smile crept to her face as she turned on the warm water, as it flowed, soaking into her mane.

  A smile spread on her face as she turned on the warm water.  

  There is a place

  Where the grass is what's for dinner

She started to swish her tail to the music. “There must be something in the water.”

Sippin' rainbow juice

“Talking Elements… of Harmony.”

Her smile faded as the only sound she could hear was the sound of the rushing water.  Her horn glowed as she turned off the radio, and several brushes came to life.  Each soft bristled brush started to work over her body, tending to it like a mother to her foal.

After several minutes she turned the nozzle and left the shower, now in the care of three large towels. She extended her wings and with a swift whip, the water on her primaries splattered against the floor.

Trotting along back to her room, she sat on a large pink fluffy couch that was positioned opposite her vanity mirror.  Again she found herself looking at her reflection as hard as she tried she couldn't smile at herself.  She grabbed her Daring Do comb - her favorite - and started to smooth out her wet mane.

“There has to be a reason why they didn’t come. I’m sure of it… Applejack wouldn’t lie, right? She is the Element of Honesty.  Something really important must have come up.”

She picked up a photo, a group shot with all of her friends, seven smiling faces, the elements and her.  Pinkie Pie was covered in frosting, and didn’t understand why everypony said “no” when she asked them to help ‘lick her clean’.

“I am sure of it, there is no way they would all be that mean.”

After giving her own pep talk, affirming her confidence, she continued brushing her mane with renewed vigor. She applied her makeup hoping to attain that innocent look, for a certain red stallion.  She knocked over a picture fame as she set down her brush.

It was an old photo, covered in dust. It was her older brother Gary Stu, her, and her little sister, Self Insert.  Self was a little alicorn; her coat was a sandy ash grey, she had bright forest green eyes, and she always smiled showing off her bright pink braces, her crème blond mane covering half her face.

“I wonder if she still is going crazy trying to find her cutie mark?  My cute little sister, how I wish you were here right now.”

She hugged the frame, and let out a sigh; reluctantly she put down the photo.  She was now on a mission one of grave importance to her.

To find out why in the heck her friends didn’t attend her birthday party.

Her mane now straightened a smile on her face, the young alicorn trotted down her stairs. Her face fell flat as she looked at the mess from the party. The food from the night before was left out, some spoiled, and some kept thanks to the preservative packed sweets.

“Well… this can wait for later.”

She chuckled as she walked out of the living area of her house, to the great outdoors.  The grass on her lawn was green, well kept by her magic. Opposed to her neighbors, to the left was a dingy old apartment building filled with vagrants that roamed the streets. On the other was a perverted old stallion that learned his lesson a long time ago about peeking through windows, especially hers.

The clouds were gathered, thanks to the weather patrol.  The giant masses of fluff were beginning to blacken, showing the first signs of rain. Mary didn’t care, as she trotted down the street her mind still thinking only of her friends.

It was a small maze to get to where she lived, almost twelve blocks were pasted, as she made her way to her first stop, Golden Oaks Library.

She knocked on the door and politely waited.  A few minutes passed where nothing happened but her standing there staring at the door.  Again she knocked.

To her luck, the door creaked open, to see the emerald green eyes of the local dragon.  His finely polished scales glistened in the lackluster light that was coming out of the library.

“Evening, Spike. Is Twilight in?” she said.

Spike gulped. “H-hi Mary.” His eyes darted back and forth. “No, she stepped out a little while ago, and I don’t know when she will be back.”

“Oh, that’s a bummer.  I was really hoping to talk to her about something important.”

“Does it have anything to do with her not showing up to your party?”

Mary nodded. “How did you know?”

“Nothing, just a lucky guess is all.  Why didn’t you invite me?”

Mary chuckled. “I was serving alcohol there, Spike.  Besides, if Rarity came I don’t know what kind of shenanigans you two would get into if you both got liquored up.”

“Hey, I consider myself a perfect ‘gentle dragon’.  I would never try anything like that with Rarity.”

Mary leaned over and hugged the little dragon. “I know Spike, don’t worry about the details.  I’m a supporter of your little crush.”

Spike could feel his cheeks reddening, “I-I don’t have a crush on Rarity, where did you hear that?  I bet it was Twilight.”

Mary shook her head. “Girl's intuition, now I’m off I’m going over to talk to Rarity.” She put Spike down and shut the door, as they waved each other goodbye.

Spike sat there staring at the door. “You know if she curled her mane like Rarity… Nah.” the young dragon said, dismissing the thought entirely.

Mary was trotting along the cobblestone road again, taking in the fresh scent of the wind.  It was only a few minutes’ walk to Carousel Boutique.  She rounded the corner around a thick evergreen, as she made her way to the dark purple door.

Locked.

Again Mary tried the door, as she peered inside through the tiny window.  Not a soul in sight, save for a cat that was using a dark purple dress as a scratching post. She must have closed early today.

As she stepped away a yellow sticky note caught her eye, right under the handle of the door, barely in view.

Gone out to lunch, be back in an hour.  If it’s an emergency I can be found at Sugarcube Corner.

“She is at Sugarcube Corner, I should have guessed; it's a little past lunch time.”

She nodded to herself as she left the shop, a single drop of rain fell, striking the tip of her horn.  Her tail swished behind her as she walked forward.  Only the sound of her steps were heard as she walked crossed the marketplace, her mind focused on her mission.

The large gingerbread house in the middle of the town was one of the primary hubs for the young mares and stallions driven by hormones.  This shop is one of the first places Mary would like Big Mac to have taken her on their first date.  As she went around the corner of the shop her peripheral vision caught an odd sight.

The bustling bakery that was normally packed was almost completely vacant; save for six mares, who were sitting at the large round table.  She stopped and looked in they were all talking. A sheepish grin grew on her face as her horn glowed, the glass shimmered.

This feels like a secret spy mission.

Mary’s ears perked. I shouldn’t be listening in; it’s rude, she told herself, although she knew full well she was going to anyway.

”It could have been worse; Spike almost found that romance novel I borrowed from Rarity.  I really don’t get why you read those, some of the clichéd scenes seem out of place. They seemed to be force on the reader to a location just for the plot device.  Some authors just don't understand the meaning of pacing.”

“Oh come now, they aren’t that bad.  I am sure you’re not just reading it for the plot, or are you?” A sheepish grin grew on Rarity’s face.

“The last thing I want Spike thinking that I am using books for something so perverse.”

“Blah, lets changed the topic already.  I’m not skipping weather detail to talk about what Twilight clops too.”

“I was not clopping.” Twilight's face became beet red.

“Sure you weren’t, I totally believe you now.”

“Umm girls…”

Mary bit her hoof to stop the fit of giggles that was building inside her. This is great!

“Come on girls, no bickering like old fuddy duddies.  I can whip us up some sweet treats to get our minds off of Twilight’s cloptastic adventure,“ the pink party pony stated.

“Pinkie I was not clopping!” Twilight barked.

“Hey girls… have you seen Big Mac this morning?” Applejack questioned.

All eyes fell on Applejack and her out of place question.

“No, I haven’t seen him for a while.  Why, is something wrong?”

“Ah, shoot, nothin' that I can’t figure out for myself.  See last night I got to thinkin’ about Mary—“

“Ahhg, not this topic again,” Rainbow Dash complained.

“Can it, let me finish. Now it ain’t no big secret that Mary gots' a burning for ma’ brother.”

It’s not that noticeable is it?

“Well I told Big Mac to go to the party without me, so there will be more time with her and him.  Things may get a little weird if the sister is around, ya’ know?  But he didn’t come back last night from the party.  Did you girls see him there, and was Mary keeping her hooves respectable?”

Applejack you’re the greatest.  Wait, Big Mac didn’t go to my party… where did he go?

(A/N Play this now.)

“I don’t know I didn’t go. So I don't know where Big Mac is,” Rainbow Dash said.

“Wait, why didn’t you go?” Twilight questioned.

“Pfft, I don’t wanna hang out with her. I avoid her like the plague out here in the real world.  Why would I deliberately go to her house and hang out with her?”

What...

“Dash, that is so rude, but I can’t blame you she can be a bit overbearing,” Rarity chastised.

“Girls…”

“Ever since she came into town, she thinks she is better than everypony else. Cocky snob plays all ‘innocent’ as she beats us in everything,” Rainbow Dash barked.

I’m not like that… She looked into the window in hopes that this was all just an elaborate prank.

“That’s not very nice Dashie,” Pinkie said as she stared down Rainbow Dash. “I don’t think she tries to do it on purpose.”

“Don’t give me that, you see how she looks every day.  Every stallion is going GA-GA  over her.”

“Girls…”

“What does her looks have anything to do with it Dash?  You should be more open and look at a pony’s actions before you judge them.” Twilight said being the voice of reason.

I’m not that pretty…

“Well how about last week when she gave the entire park wings so they could play in the clouds?  You could barely make one set, while she made hundreds.  Don’t you think that is a little bit cocky?”

Twilight looked away, “Well maybe a little; she does know how to get under a mare’s coat sometimes.”

That’s not fair… The heat in her face started to build, the very edges of her eyes pleaded to release the wellspring of tears it’s edges was holding back.

“Girls…”

“Now sugarcube, ……………………………………………………………………………….”

“……………………………………..irritating………………………………………………………………………………………...”

“………………………………………………………………………insensitive………………………………………………….”

I thought you were my friends…

“Girls…”

“…………………………………………………………………………………………….”

“……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………”

A single drop of rain fell.  It struck the tip of her horn, slowing gliding down the spiral.  From the base of her horn it glided down, hitting the reservoir that was being held against its will. Tipping the scale in its favor, the first tear fell as it slid down her muzzle and onto the ground.

Another fell, soon several more.  As the tears fell, so did the rain.

“Girls!”

“What is it, Fluttershy?” Rarity said.

She snapped back as she hid behind her mane, and pointed to the window. “Mary Sue has been listening in the whole time…”

Everypony froze, even the mouse in the corner of the room didn’t move.  Twilight however, looked.

By: IzanagiSinX

“I’m Sorry…”

“Mary… we didn’t—“ Twilight said, but it was too late. She was already gone.

:Ponyville Park:

Pop

The magic faded as the black alicorn found herself in the middle of the park. Each drop that fell from the heavens above hit the ground hard.  In mere moments her mane was pressed flat against her.  She stepped forward uncaring of her direction.

The grass had quickly become muddy from the heavy rain, clinging to her hooves as she walked.

She didn’t mean to hit it; a wooden bench that watched over the pond.  She sat, watching the torrent of rain that bounced against the rippling shores of the waters before her.

Minutes turned into hours as the rain continued to pour down.

“This is just like magic kindergarten all over again.  Nopony loves Mary Sue.” She touched the water with her hoof, as an idea she had long since buried came back into her mind. “Maybe… this world would be a lot better if there was no Mary Sue.”

Mary closed her eyes and leaned back against the bench. Taking deep breaths as she focused her mind, she opened them again to now be looking to the cross eyed stare of a grey coated pegasus.

“AHHH!” Mary screamed as she pressed herself hard against the bench.

The pegasus blinked as she moved her face closer to the young alicorn mare. “Why are you crying?”

That is not really the point here. “I’m not crying. It’s the rain.”

Derpy shook her head. “No, you’re crying.  I can tell,” she said innocently.

“How can you tell?  Isn’t there is too much rain?”

“When you cried long enough, you can tell when others have been.  It’s easy to spot, if you just pay attention. But... you didn’t answer my question.  Why are you crying?”

What is with this strange mare? “It’s none of your business… not like you would care about the problems of others.”

“I do care, I care about every pony.”

“No pony cares about every pony, that’s nothing but a fantasy.”

“Come now, I don’t lie or my name wouldn’t be Derpy Hooves,” Derpy said.

Mary chuckled. “That’s a good name you have.  My problems are my own, though. It’s hard to relate when every pony hates you for no reason.”

The ‘wall eyed’ mare just blinked.

Derpy sat next the alicorn and wrapped herself in her wing. “The rain is much more enjoyable when you’re watching it with a friend.”

“I don’t have any friends.”

“I know it may sound like I’m lying, but i know what you mean.”

“Everypony hates you because they think you’re better than them?”

“No, no one is better than anypony else.  I used to be like you, though.  Hated for no reason other than existing.  Ponies called me names like retarded or stupid, and even offensive.”

The alicorn looked down at the blonde mare. “Why would they do that?”

“I don’t know what went wrong that day.  It was a long time ago. Since then, I made lots of friends; ponies who love me for me.”

“How did you change their perception of you?”

“One pony stood up for me. I don’t know who it was. I am thankful they did it though.”

Mary small smile faded. ” I don’t have anyone who would defend me; it would be nice if I did have a friend like that.”

“I am sure you do and you just know it.”

Mary’s ears perked up, “You think I could be like you and make lots of friends?”

Derpy nodded. “You will, it takes time, though. Changing what a pony thinks about you is the hardest thing to do.”

Both stared into the water; neither said a word. Until the tears on her face faded and truly became the rain.

"Derpy?"

"Yes, Mary?"

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