Laughter is a Surprising Kindness-Prologue

Prologue
~Ten years ago~
>anon.......Anooooon?
*Groan*
"Ten more minutes."
>ANONYMOUS!
"Ok, I'm up, I'm up! Jeez"
>You are Anonymous, and you're 12 years old
>"Come on lazy bones, Up up up! It's time to work the south field!"
>And you bucking hate mornings
"But Maaaaa, today's the sisters' turn to work! I'm too sick to do it!"
>"You heard me young man. It's only a cold anyway, now get to it!"
*Sigh*
"Yes'm"
>No matter how many times you do it, or how early you go to bed the previous night, you just can't stand waking up early
>grumbling to yourself, you get dressed in your basic overalls(self-made!) and head outside to the rock farm where the three Pie sisters are already hard at work rotating the boulders, immediately perking up at the sight of them
>Trudging up to them, you get started on figuring out just exactly what it is you're supposed to be doing today
"Hello girls", you say rather cheerily, a grin on your face, despite the dreary surroundings
>"Hello Anon", came the rather unenthusiastic response from the three little fillies
"What's with the long faces girls?"
>"It's nothing", says the youngest of the three, Blianka Catheryn Pie, also known simply as Blinkie Pie
"Oh really? I didn't think "nothing" would make you all frown so much."
The trio looks at the ground dejectedly
>You look at the three for a little longer, sighing
"I thought I told you three that no matter what, you should always be smiling and trying to get others to smile too"
>"There you go again Anon"
"Hmm?"
"You're always telling us how we should be smiling like it's something simple, but it's not!" Shouts Pinkamena Diane Pie, or Pinkie Pie as you've come to call her
>“And besides, she adds bitterly, what’s the point? All we ever do is move rocks around all day! Who is there to cheer up?”
You take a moment before responding, mulling her words over in your head, before giving her your answer
“The point, my dear Twinkie Pinkie, is to make life a little better for everyone” You say, using that little nickname that you've taken to calling her
>She stares up at you, unconvinced
“And besides, you have your sisters here to cheer up. Don’t you think the days would go by easier if you just tried to make each other laugh?”
>"I....guess"
"Always remember my little Pinkie; if a situation isn't fun, then you just have to MAKE it fun!"
>As you say the last part, you pick her up and start tickling her tummy
>She erupts into a fit of giggling, the first true laughter of the day
>"Heeheehee,haahaa,ok ok, I get it, I get it!" she snorts out as you put her back down
>She starts pouting as soon as you do, acting as if she's still upset
"Oh come on, don't try to fool me, you love it when I do that, and we both know it"
>"What are you doing up so early anyway?", she asks, ignoring your comment
"Well, you se-
>"Yeah, aren't you supposed to be getting some rest'?" chimes in the rather silent Amethyst Leona Pie, otherwise known as Inkie Pie
"Yes, I was, but Mama Bonnie thinks my cold isn't serious, so here I am" you reply, spreading your arms wide
>Pinkie pie briefly looks around
>"Well, me and the sisters have things covered here", she says, giving you a wan smile
>"Why don't you go clean out the Silo?"
>You grin a little, knowing she gave you the easier job on purpose
>She always was looking out for you, that Pinkie pie
You ruffle her mane a little
"Thanks Twinkie Pinkie, I think I'll go do that", you say, shooting her a grateful look
>"Aww, it's no big deal", she says, her smile growing a little more genuine
"There's the smile I remember" you say, as you boop her on the nose before heading towards the nearby Silo
>Opening the silo door, you look inside, noticing the amount of dust particles floating around
"This place is a..a...ACHOO!"
"...A mess"
>Great, as if your cold wasn't bad enough, now you've got your allergies to annoy you
>Oh well, mind over matter, you've always said, just gotta keep your mind on other things and you'd be fine!
>You were always an optimist at heart
>You had to be, for the girls
>Mama Bonnie and Papa Clyde were always so grim and serious, that you were forced to become the ray of light in the family
>Not that you were actually family, but you may as well have been
>Thinking back on it, as you light up an oil lantern to see better in the dark Silo, you remember how you first met your adoptive parents
You were Five at the time
>You were running away from the orphanage you stayed at....again
>This time, however, was different
>This time, you weren't acting out, but trying to help instead
>The previous night you had over-heard the director of the orphanage telling the nanny how they would have to close the orphanage if they didn't cut back on the amount of children being housed
>The Nanny begged and pleaded with the Director, asking him to re-consider
>Eventually the Director gave in, on one condition
>"At least one of those snot nosed brats has to go!"
>"B-but sir, they all need me!"
>"I don't CARE!" he had shouted
>"If I can't even cut back on one kid, then we might as well say goodbye to this Orphanage"
>It was at that moment that you knew what you had to do
>You had to leave the orphanage
>Sure, you were young, but you had always been the responsible one, always the one the others turned to when things became sad or scary
>And besides, it's not like you were leaving any friends behind, really
>Sure, lots of the kids respected you, or looked up to you, but the role that you played forced you to distance yourself from them, to keep them at an arms reach, and not let them cloud your decisions
>Above all, you were a practical thinker
>Leaving, however, wasn't a decision based in practicality, oh no
>You were leaving because of /her/
>You were leaving because of Nanny
>If the orphanage closed down, then she would be out of a job, and that just wouldn't do
>She had grown to be like a mother to you, always looking out for you, always giving you an extra cupcake for lunch,and you loved her dearly for it
>Which is why you had been out in the street that faithful night, as it began to rain
>And when it rained, it poured
>Heavy droplets of water peppered the ground, falling fast and thick, obscuring your vision
>The sky briefly lit up with lightening, the deafening boom of thunder quickly replacing it
>You never saw that car coming
>You didn't even hear it
>Not until it was right on top of you
>It was just then, when the headlights were mere feet from your face, that the sky was once again illuminated by lightning, a bolt striking the car as it reached you
>That was the last thing you saw before your world turned white
>When you woke up, you were sitting in the middle of a field of some sort, a vast expanse of...rocks surrounded you, with a small house visible in the distance
>It was still pouring rain, and as such, you quickly headed to the distant house
>Knocking on the door, you were too busy being frozen to notice how small it seemed
>What you did notice, was the thing that opened the door
>You were rather taken aback when the door was opened by a small...horse?
>No, the nose wasn't right, and you could tell by the pixe-err, by the number of books you'd read, that this....was a pony
>Not just any pony, but a pony that could talk too!
>He eyed you suspiciously for a moment or two, before asking
>"What in the world are you?"
"S-s-scared", you barely managed to chatter out through trembling teeth, before promptly passing out
>He gave an audible sigh before turning around and shouting down the hallway
>"Bonnie! There's a small furless pink creature passed out on our doorstep!"
>"Is it dangerous?!" Bonnie shouted back
>He turned back to examine you, critically eyeing your lack of claws, or any other indication of a possible predator
>Finding none, he shouted back
>"No!"
>"Well what are you waiting for then, bring it in!", came the response
>"Alright , alright, no need to get all huffy"
>Grabbing hold of your torn jeans, he dragged you into the house, towards what would later become your new family
You look around, as your reminiscing is interrupted by the sudden noise of the Silo door opening
>"Hey Nony, mama says it's almost  breakfast time!", shouts Pinkie pie, as she heads back outside to finish her job up
>About time, you were starving!
>You take a peek outside, and see that Inkie is already heading for the house, while Blinkie is wrapping up her workload
>Farther south, Pinkie is moving on to her last batch of rocks as well
>You decide to quickly check up on the state of the other Silo, at the opposite end of the field, before heading off to eat your delicious breakfast
>Walking past Pinkie you give her a big hug
>"What's the hug for?" She asks, her mane going briefly poofy, as it tends to do when you treat her extra special
"No reason, I'm just happy to have such a great sister"
>"Then why do you make me some of your famous cupcakes if I'm so great?" She asks, giggle-snorting a little
"You know what, just for being so kind to me, I think I will.", you tell her, as you scoop her up and start nuzzling her with your nose
>She laughs her cute high-pitched laugh, trying to fend you off
>Before long though, you put her back down, not wanting to make either of you late for breakfast
>You start walking faster to the other Silo, leaving the still-giggling filly behind, a big smile plastered on your face
>You think back to the events that occurred after you were adopted, as you swiftly approach the Silo
>The days following that incident changed your life....
>Consequently, it was all a blur to you now
>The folks living there were surprisingly understanding with you, considering how different you were from them
>They even let you live with them when they found out about your current situation, despite the fact that you were a strange creature
>That was quite a lot of trust to put into something they barely met, seeing as how you would be hanging around their newborn triplets fairly soon
>They agreed to let you stay on one condition
>You had to help Clyde around the farm
>There were some basic things that were hammered into you by Ma and Pa Pie of course
>Using a special diamond-tipped Ho,finding out the dangers of old Silos, learning how to drive a tractor,  and discovering a few Trix of the Trade yourself, to name a few.
>And when you weren't doing that, you were busy helping Bonnie out with the triplets
>Between the three of them, they were quite the handful, even at an early age
>Growing up with them had its ups and downs, and you shared many special moments with them
>Pinkie in particular had always gotten along with you better than the others, the two of you getting into all sorts of crazy shenanigans, growing up
>From going around playfully chasing the few animals around, to getting chased in turn by a big bear
>To learning how to deal with your collective fear of the dark, with a little help from Granny Pie
>Teaching her the wonders of a Cupcake
>You came to love every moment of it
>Your reminiscing stops for a moment as you open the single door that leads to the interior of the silo
>Looking back to where Pinkie was, you see her finish moving the last of the rocks in the south field
"I should probably do this quickly, or I'll get left behind", you think out loud as you walk inside
>Entering the Silo, you notice immediately that it's far dustier than the other one was
>You set your oil lantern on the railing surrounding the stairs as take a moment properly cover up your mouth
>Damn this air was heavy with dust!
>You suddenly turn to look at your lantern, belatedly realizing that it not have been such a great idea to put it on such a small surface
>Just as you're about to move it off of its precarious position, you feel the earth start to shake
>The shaking grows stronger, the entire building trembling, as the lantern wobbles precariously
>One more mighty shake sends it tumbling to the floor
>”Anon, these Silos tend to get mighty dusty whenever we don’t use em for a while. As such, most of it is ultra-dry timber pieces, and tends to spread throughout most of the air in the silo.”
> Papa Clydes’ words echo through your head as you leap to catch it
>Which is why it is imperative that we do not, under ANY circumstances have an open flame inside a dusty silo when its doors are closed. The results would be….catastrophic.”
>You make a wild grab for the lantern as it slips between your hands, before cracking open on the hay-covered hardwood floor
>The moment the air touches the little flame, your world turns red, and pain consumes you
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     ~Pinkies’ Perspective~
>You had just finished rolling the last rock over to the Southfield, the last bit of good cheer sucked out of you, as you think of doing this for the rest of your life
>It’s with this in mind that you start to head back, a small frown on your face, when the ground starts shaking, a burst of sound and color erupting in front of you
>You look up to the sky, and what you see there puts a huge smile on your face, possibly the biggest one you’ve ever had, as a magnificent Rainbow Ring covers the sky, beautifully reflected in your saucer-sized eyes
>The concussive force blasts a gale of wind over you ruffling your hair in the same way Anon did, except, this time it stayed poofy, refusing to droop back down, just like your smile
>What could this strange feeling be? Is this…..happiness? Joy?
>No, it’s something deeper, more powerful than happiness, as you think you finally realize what you really want to do in life
>You….you want others to feel like this, you want to go and spread laughter, spread joy, spread happiness to every corner of the world.
>But where to start?
>Where do you begin?
>That’s when your eyes fall upon the first silo that Anonymous had just finished clearing out, empty, perfect for housing a ton of stuff, and big enough to accommodate everyone!
>Your grin grows even bigger as you know, instinctively, what you’re going to do
>You start trotting towards it, the roar of the Rainboom covering the noise of the explosion occurring behind you, the blast of wind putting out the flames and blowing away the smoke
>The rest of the Pie family decides to start breakfast without you two……..
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Several weeks later
   ~Anons POV~
>You open your eyes, the bright light hurting them as you try to remember where you were, and why you were here
>You try to lift your head, quickly realizing that you’re covered in bandages, as a surge of pain shoots through your body, forcing yourself to lie back down, and eyes closed against the pain
>You crack them back open when a pair of voices addresses you in a singsong manner
>Pony1:”Well lookie what we got here brother of mine, an overeager monkey who’s overstepping his bounds. He’s trying to move despite his appearance, looking like he was half eaten by a Tartarian hound!”
>Pony1:”It’s such a darn shame his family couldn’t pay the hospital bills, even with all their bits pooled not a single bag could they fill”
>Pony2: “Looks like we’ll have to take his body as payment, coming to some sort of scientific arrangement!”
>A couple of strangely garbed unicorns sneered at you, as you turned your head to look at them
>They maliciously laughed when all you gave out was a groan
It would be the beginning of a long life of servitude for you…
[End of Prologue]