Fluffy Derpy: Chapter 6

>weeks pass, and the grass grows back just fine
>but you’re much more worried about Derpy
>you inspected the damage that she did to herself
>she’s got a burn blister on her tail, and about an inch of the tail fluff is gone, burnt away
>when you flipped her over to check on her stomach, you noticed something you hadn’t before
>her stomach skin is upraised and inflamed
>you gently poke it and ask her if it hurts
>she shakes her head no, so this must be an old injury
>upon further inspection of her entire body, there’s something a bit odder
>ever since her fluff started growing out heavily, her roots have been blackened
>you thought you were just seeing things before, but now you can see an inch of black fluff on her body and mane
>you’d initially thought that it was from the burns, but burns don’t grow out
>you asked her about it, but she didn’t understand
>she just thinks she’s a “wainbow fwuffy” now
>you poked at it and it didn’t flake away
>you tried to wash it off, but it didn’t help
>it’s created a really odd contrast
>you can almost swear that her grey is progressively becoming lighter and the yellow is turning into a peachy color
>after you let her fluff grow out some more over the course of a few more months, you can see this start to take effect
>about half of her is black now, her grey is white, and her yellow has faded to an extremely dull eggshell
>you take her to the vet, something you feel you should’ve done a while ago
>he inspects her closely and looks you dead in the eye
>”Well? What’s wrong with her?”
>”Nothing.”
>”But her fluff is changing color! She used to be grey! She’s practically white now!”
>”Hair dye fades.”
>the words hit you like a truck
>you open your mouth to say something
>but nothing comes out
>you take a breath and try again
>”W-what did you say?”
>”She’s not grey. She’s black. Same thing goes for the mane. It’s purple.”
>you look down at her, happily babbling to herself
>”You’re…you’re not Derpy?”
>she looks at you, confused
>”Who not Dewpy?”
>”You.”
>she looks stunned
>”Nu! Me Dewpy! Daddeh caw me Dewpy! Dat me!”
>she may be named Derpy, but she’s not Derpy
>and then everything falls into place
>the excellent vocabulary
>the fluff
>the fading colors
>the upraised skin
>she can speak well because she’s not Derpy
>the fluff fading away is because she was dyed
>the upraised skin is a chemical burn scar, probably from bleaching
>the dopeyness is just general fluffy stupidity
>in addition to abusing her, the bastard that did it stole a fluffy’s identity and made her think she was someone she wasn’t
>”No. No, you’re not. Your name is probably something else.”
>”Dewpy get noo nahe?”
>”Not quite. You’ll just get your old one back.”
>you realize that she doesn’t remember being a different pony, and she can’t remember anything from before you found her
>you’re going to have to do something you really don’t want to
>you’ll have to trigger a flashback
>she won’t like it, and neither will you
>but at least you two will be able to stop living a lie
>you can help her come to terms with it
>she can overcome her fear of her old daddy, and finally accept people back into her life
>but how can you do it?
>there’s no chance that you’re going to hit her
>you’re not evil
>you’re not her old daddy
>so, you let her fluff grow out some more
>you trim away as much of the dyed fluff as you can, much to her chagrin
>eventually, all of the grey and yellow fluff is gone
>the pony that stands before you is a very dark blue, with a dark purple mane
>”Hi.”
>”Hi, daddeh! Why cut Dewpy fwuff?”
>”You’ll see, sweetie.”
>you pick her up and set her down in front of a mirror
>she cringes and tries to look away
>”Derpy? Who is that pony?”
>she shudders some more
>”PweasedaddehnohewtMihnigh!”
>Midnight?
>”Is that pony named Midnight?”
>”BuhdaddehMihnighwuvsouu!”
>you hate what you’re doing, but it’s necessary
>”Midnight. Is that you?”
>”OUCHIES!”
>you thought you stepped on a wing or something, but it’s just her reliving what happened
>”Midnight. It’s okay. I’m not going to give you ouchies.”
>”Pweasegiveweggiebahdaddehnobboboojuice!”
>”Midnight. I love you.”
>she stops shouting and begins crying
>you hug her tightly as you feel the wet tears seep through your shirt
>”Midnight…your old daddy is gone. I’m your new daddy.”
>she looks up at your through bleary eyes
>”Y-you no new daddeh…”
>the words made your heart sink
>”What?”
>”Mihnigh…know ouu…”
>”You remember me?”
>”Mihnigh no fuhgeh…oou hewp mihnigh…oou sahe me…oou hewp me…oou give Mihnigh muffehs…”
>snapping her back to her old self hasn’t erased her “Derpy” memories
>you hold her close
>”Midnight, you’re safe now.”
>”…Tank oou.”
>you hold her out in front of you
>”For what?”
>”Geh Mihnigh bah to Mihnigh. No wike Dewpy.”
>you chuckle and hug her once more
>”Yeah, I like Midnight, too.”
>the two of you hug in silence for a while
>”Mihnigh wuvs oou, daddeh.”
>”I love you too, Midnight.”