My life was nothing short of the most boring life in existence. Okay, maybe that’s a bit much. I shouldn’t say the most boring life in existence, but it was pretty damn boring. It was depressing how boring it was. Bah, look at me, I’m already getting ahead of myself.

Let’s start over. Okay, so I guess it’d be very unfair of me to say my life was nothing but misery and boredom. I lived a basic lifestyle, like every other senior in high school… for the most part. I had a family that loved me and friends that adored me, so it’s not like I was lonely or anything. My girlfriend status was, sadly, single. No one to love, unfortunately, but that didn’t bother me much.

Usually, after my days at school, I would just go home and play video games or listen to music. Assassin’s Creed and rock and roll every day baby! In other cases, I would stay after school for drama or musical rehearsals. Those were often some of the liveliest times of my life. If none of that was happening, I’d be either be hanging out with my friends, or watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Yeah, I’m a brony. Deal with it.

So, you’re probably wondering why the fuck I thought my life was so craptacularly messed up in my eyes. Well, I guess you could say I suffered from an unwanted, but very enlightening epiphany. At some point in the middle of my junior year, I realized that life was, quite simply, nothing but work.

Allow me to explain. From the moment you are born into the world, you have to work. You may not realize it fully, but you are working. As a baby, you work to grow up. In elementary and high school, you work to get good grades and to mature yourself. In college, you work to prepare yourself for the harsh realities of the real world. And, in that cruel real world, you work just to sustain yourself in a seemingly hopeless attempt to make your life worth something.

Work! That’s all it is! And that’s bullshit! Once I came to this realization, I drove myself down a dangerous path. My life was driven into the “same shit, different day” scenario, and not at all in a good way. But, it wasn’t bad enough to drive myself into depression. I wasn’t cutting myself just for attention, or hoping to end my life because I had a different outlook on the world. I just wasn’t really happy anymore. The times I spent with my friends often cheered me up, as we always did crazy, ridiculous things.

And, if not my friends, or my drama and musical rehearsals at school, or the copious amount of hours spent on video games and music, my greatest source of happiness in my life was My Little Pony. Every single time I watched that show, I smiled and laughed and enjoyed myself. It was almost painful to watch that show, beautiful as it was. I began to dream of waking up in that world; seeing the bright colors around me, and seeing the bright, cheerful faces of the ponies.

Especially Fluttershy. She was my favorite. I loved her to pieces! She was just so adorable and innocent and cute! It drove me insane sometimes how badly I wanted to just cuddle with her. I had actually bought for myself a Fluttershy plushie. My mother and sister didn’t judge me. They were actually accepting of the fact I liked the show. At night, I would hold that Fluttershy so closely and tightly that it seemed like the head might pop off at any moment.

If only it could have been the real Fluttershy. That was my greatest wish. To be able to be with the real Fluttershy.

And, one Friday night, I got my wish.

It was a normal Friday. Fridays were like blessings in disguise. Fridays meant that the dreadful week was finally over, and that the glorious weekend had arrived! Two beautiful days of nothing but dicking around with my pals! Being a senior and having a license was awesome! So, as the final bell of the day rang, I made my way to my locker, told my pals I’d meet up with them over the weekend, and made my way to my car. I drove home, eager to throw my backpack onto the floor and just drop dead in my bed for a while. I’d listen to some music and maybe play some Assassin’s Creed.

I was close to home. I was only a few blocks away. But, as I turned the corner onto my block, something big caught my eye. And I mean that literally. A dumpster had been placed on my block next to one of the houses. Luckily, my street was wide enough for it, otherwise, a lot of people would’ve been quite pissed off. The only reason this thing caught my eye as much as it did was because it wasn’t there in the morning. But, really, it was nothing. I thought nothing of it as I pulled into my driveway and headed inside.

Friday also meant another thing. Typical teenage white boy behavior here, but Fridays meant pizza! Usually, when my mom got home from work at five, she’d have two or three slices for me. I always loved that. And on this night, I was actually going to head over to my best friend’s house. Thankfully for me, my best buddy lived relatively close to me. So, I could walk to his place.

However, this made me realize something, as I was deep into a replay of Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag. I’d have to walk past that goddamn dumpster. I didn’t know what it was, but that dumpster wouldn’t get out of my mind. I rubbed it off with some good ol’ Crown the Empire, followed by some classical Disturbed. My music was the one thing that could get my mind off of anything, the entire world if need be.

I soon heard my mother pull up in the driveway, and I could almost smell the pizza. I met her at the door and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. We exchanged a short conversation, and soon enough, I was devouring my pizza, while drinking a (not so) healthy glass of iced tea. The perfect combination. Some may argue soda (I prefer ginger ale), but I’d grown attached to the pizza/iced tea combo.

My mother told me she’d be out all night with some of her friends, and that I could have my buddy over if I wanted. We usually opted to stay at his place, but on occasion, we’d chill at my house. I nodded to my mom as I headed into the TV room and sat down with my food.

As I finished up, I took my dishes into the kitchen, put them in the dishwasher, and threw on my hoodie. It was chilly that day, just as February nights tended to be. My mom protested for me to put on a coat, but I said ‘nah.’ She rolled her eyes at me as I laughed and headed out the door, saying goodbye, of course.

I popped in my headphones and turned on some Nine Lashes as I made my way down the block. I listened to one of their softer songs, but my enjoyment was quickly interrupted as I passed by the dumpster. I stopped for a moment next to it, pausing my music and removing my headphones. My eyes began to scan over it. There was nothing out of the ordinary. It was just an ordinary dumpster. I shrugged and continued on my way.

And then I heard a soft whining.

I stopped in my tracks and looked around. I thought maybe someone was nearby walking a dog, but there was no one in sight. My gaze returned to the dumpster. I raised a curious eyebrow, but shook my head and continued on my way.

And then I heard it again.

Now I was getting peeved. Where was it coming from?! I had to know! My curiosity got the better of me, as I hastily stomped over to the dumpster. I peered inside and saw nothing but a few pieces of run down furniture and a bunch of dumb old knick-knacks. I started to think maybe there was a little squirrel in there or something. But then I realized how stupid that sounded. Squirrels don’t whine.

And that’s when I saw it.

It looked like a few strands of hair. They were pink. And then, I saw the color of cream-like yellow. It looked like fur all over this creature’s body. And that’s when… I saw it move. It was breathing, and shivering, from the looks of it.

I had no idea what the hell it was… no, that’s a lie. I knew exactly what this was. I just didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it. But, I slowly began to accept the fact for what this thing was. But, a part of me still couldn’t believe it. There was absolutely no way on Earth that this could be here. No way that she could be here.

In that dumpster, buried beneath all the unwanted junk and trash of some random family on my block, was Fluttershy.

To say I was surprised to see her here would be an understatement. I hadn’t the slightest clue why she was here. But, weirdly enough, that thought didn’t cross my mind at the time. What I was thinking about was how furiously she was shivering. No doubt, she was cold from the brisk air of the night. I had to get her somewhere warm. But first, I had to get her out of there. So, I had to start somewhere.

“H-Hi there,” I softly spoke to her.

In the blink of an eye, her head shot up, and her eyes spread wide open. She looked at me in pure fear. Just as quickly as her head had gone up, it went back down, huddled beneath her forelegs. She was whimpering. I was trying to suppress my brony urges, but she was so damn cute and adorable!

I continued to press on.

“Hey, it’s alright. I just want to help you,” I said. She whined again, almost making me cry.

“P-P-Please don’t hurt me…” she whimpered. My heart was melting. No, it had already melted, even in the chilling cold of the night. I just knew it.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise,” I said, sounding as reassuring as humanly possible. “You’re cold, aren’t you?” I asked. I saw her head nod a bit. I was about to continue, when I heard a car down the road. It was my mother. She was already headed out. Perfect timing.

I looked back to Fluttershy.

“Why don’t we get you out of there? It’s only going to get colder tonight. I’ll keep you safe. I promise.” I saw her look up, and I reached a hand in towards her. She jerked back a bit, no doubt still scared out of her mind.

But, shortly after, she began to inch forward towards me. She managed to get all the junk off of her, revealing her entire self to me (no, not like that you fucking creeps!). I didn’t really have any premonition of how she might look in real life, but let me just say that she was as beautiful as you can imagine! What was weird though was that she looked younger than she normally does in the show, perhaps about as old as she was in episode twenty-three of My Little Pony season one. She was even barren of her cutie mark.

But honestly, that wasn’t important at the moment. What mattered was me getting her inside and out of the cold. Luckily, my sister was away at college, so I would have the house to myself. It would be tough to hide Fluttershy and keep her secret, but I’d manage it.

My hand was still reaching out towards her. She seemed so nervous, but soon enough, she placed a hoof in my palm. She was so soft, it was like I was touching a cloud. I pulled her out of the dumpster and held her in my arms. She struggled a bit, so I put her on the ground. She shivered some more, so I quickly removed my hoodie and wrapped her up in it. Then, I picked her up and caressed her in my arms. Again, she struggled a bit, but she quickly relaxed and curled up in my embrace. You can’t even comprehend how hard I was trying not to scream out like a little girl in pure joy.

I then looked around to make sure no one had seen anything. I was in the clear, so I quickly headed back home, Fluttershy resting peacefully in my arms.

There were a lot of things on my mind in that moment. But, as she rested her chin on my arm, all of those things didn’t seem to matter. I looked down at her for a moment and felt a warmth spread through my body. It was something I hadn’t felt in a long time, and I began to wonder what I had just gotten myself into.

Author's Notes:

Welcome, everyone, to the beginning of the Remastered Fluttershy and Me! I'm going to try to keep these author's notes things to a minimum. Feel free to comment with your opinions on the story! Also, maybe help me out by pointing out some errors I may have made! I want this remastered story to be perfect!