What to do with YOUR little Dashie?

[Beat Shock 581]

What would most likely happen: Someone finds out about Dashie, tells there friends to keep it a secret, then those friends tell more and more people until the government finds out...

 

I don't want to talk about the rest.

[~Lawful Jordo~ 2,066]

What would most likely happen: Someone finds out about Dashie, tells there friends to keep it a secret, then those friends tell more and more people until the government finds out...

 

I don't want to talk about the rest.

 

That's why any responsible adult would not tell a soul, not even his closest friends and family. For HER sake you have to be the only one who knows about her.

[morethanicecream 116]

 

 

You would probably join me on the moon(Even in my mind I always end up on the wrong side of Celestia). Even I wouldnt make that particular threat -- not that it would work anyway because people already do know about equestria just not the reality of it in that case and judging that it is 12 years after the series ended, even less so.

 

The main issue I have is the mind-wipe -- I do not want to see ANYONE mind-wiped and a memory flush and restore would really tick me off. Dashie needs both sets of memories -- and I would not budge on the issue short of trickery(they insist she will have both sets and then she doesnt -- if that happened all bets would be OFF).

 

I would to have a little Dashie, but I say NO!!! I don't want to go for forever pain that My Dashie had to leave. After 15 years of being with her. I wouldn't want to EVER leave Rainbow Dash.

[Tuxedo Kamen! 114]

That's why any responsible adult would not tell a soul, not even his closest friends and family. For HER sake you have to be the only one who knows about her.

 

True. There is more than just Dashie at sake, alternate universes could be discovered and all hell would break loose!

Jk but seriously though you probably couldn't tell anyone.

I think you have the right idea about raising dashie. If it were to be done, it would have to be done a certain way.

[RazzyJam 1,519]

Find dashie in a box. Excellent. With newfound vigor and motivation, I study my ass off in the feilds of engineering, biology, and physics for ten years. All the while, I lose my friends and social relationships because i have to lock my self away to take care of this wonderful equine. Five years pass, I finish college with a degree. Ive worked hard to reach this moment, and Ive broke promises to dashie about being there for her. I make it up to her with my new freedom from my educational carrer, and we go to see a nascar race. She doesnt stop talking about it for a month. I know that I've burnt out 1/3 of the time I have with her. Ive seen the cartoons. Ive read the fan fics. But i would not break the one promise Ive made to dashie; I would never let her go. I land a job at a Biomedical company doing an analysis of DNA samples in a bacterium. Common strep throat. I make quick work of that job. Its not the one i care about at the moment. I pull out a blue feather from my satchel. I could get in so much crap for having this in a decontaminated zone. I did the procedure to break down the cellular structure and extract the DNA. Simple high school stuff. I start taking notes, recording patterns, making comparisons. Everything about this sample is magnificent, the elegant way the amino acids line up, perfect little bits of proteins that all spell out My little dashies name. A buzzer goes off. I pop out the slide and throw my stuff into my satchel. My shift is over, and the next lab technicians will be coming in.

 

I lost the job. i was so stupid and blinded by my work. I had just left it sitting there on the desk, my entire notebook. One can go to prison for unsanctioned genetic work. What I was doing was insane, I knew it was, but I didnt want to loose the only friend I had left.

Ih had been 8 years. Dashie and I had some good times and some bad. I taught her to write, to read, to speak. We had celebrated little things, her birthdays, Christmases, Independence days. Nothing huge, as I could not take her into public eye and otherwise risk her presence here, but just enough to make both of us happy. Several monts now since Ive lost my job. Ive been doing work out of my room while dashie goes to try and learn new tricks to show me. I was hard at work at a centrifuge. I needed to isolate the proteins that made this pony special. Not an easy task. A large explosion throws me off. A beaker and a few petri dishes hit the floor, a week of work lost. I run outside to see what may be wrong. I look for a crash somewhere. None. I notice people on other apartment patios looking skyward. I look up as well. It brought me to silent tears. Her first Sonic Rainboom. I stayed outside and kept vigil for my cyan pegasus. Surely she would know not to come back home ater a stunt like that. not two hours late she returned, beaming with pride. She asked me If I saw what happened. I could only smile and hold her, muttering unintelligible words of how proud I was.

 

We moved out of Philadelphia a month later. Not a safe place to be keeping a biological anomaly. We moved somewhere more West. a quiet place in the woods, only 40 miles from the city. at this point it was little less than a year since I had a job, other than the odd jobs that I had done in the city. Dashie was expressing concern. She was also growing more and more curious of my work. I couldn't have that happen, but I knew at one point she would have to know, and i would have to make a choice. I stopped work for her that night, and we watched some sports on Television.It was a good friday night, one of the few Ive had. Dashie seemed to enjoy the television, and after all It kept her distracted while I was working. If she wasn't training, she would watch television. The next day was a huge mistake to leave that damn television on. 10:00, as it usually did, ran a rerun of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I was so nieve. How could I have let it happen. I went to the living room, but was already too late. There sat dashie watching the show intensely. She looked at me, tears in her eyes. How could you? Before I could speak, she was gone, and I was convinced I had finally forgotten my last friend on the planet. I did nothing the rest of the day. Sat on the couch, had a beer. An hour passed, another beer. I always knew I was stupid, not a single thing I had ever done was intelligent. I walked around the house aimlessly and stopped at the kitchen sink. I splashed some water on my face. I turned my head and noticed the knife rack. More stupid thoughts, to take my life would make nothing better. I wasn't going to screw this one up. I made for the front door, knocking my foot against the coffee table and cursing as I went. It was poring outside. I ran up the drive and down the street, calling out for my little dashie.

 

A week and no luck. I hadn't seen her and was about ready to just give up looking. I hadnt forgotten my work, but it was less important to me now. It wasn't until that Monday that I finally found her. Right there on the Morning news, something no one would have caught but me. On the camera overlooking the city skyline, right on the edge of the building, a single blue feather. I stood up, grabbed my car key and coat, and once again took of for the front door. I opened the door and got knocked in the chest by a cyan hoof. Dad! Im so sorry! She didn't have to be. I should have been sorry, we both sat and wept for a while. She sniffed, and, uh, Im sorry for hitting you just then as well. a small smile and a nod. everything would be ok. And it was, not the sam as normal given the circumstances, but we were finally getting back to being friendly. I landed a new job in a management position, Dashie got a cool gyrocopter that follows you around from santa (even if she insists there isn't one), we saw more games and spent more time together over the years, and things were looking on the up side. It was beginning to feel like my high school years all over again when it was just me caring for her as a foal. It wasn't until at work while I was filling out a calendar that I had realized something, something I hadn't thought about for years. It had been 11 years since I had found her out in that box. only 4 years left with her. It wasn't possible. It went too fast. I got home and stayed up all night reviving my old work from those years ago. I was so close to finishing before the incident. Perhaps I could finish. It only got me thinking more about when Dashie would need to go home, when she would leave. I would have to give her up at some point. If i finished my work, I would still be abandoning not only the Dashie I had now, but the one that I would selfishly try to keep. I would lose her twice by finishing this work.

 

It was next morning. I hadn't slept, but it was done, a perfected code. I had done what I wanted to acomplish; I had made a genetic blueprint for a Cyan Pegasus. I hadn't been more satisfied, and yet, I still couldn't face the truth that had been haunting me. If I kept this work, If I spawned a second Rainbow Dash for myself, I would create so many more problems. I would have to continue to seclude myself from the world to raise her a second time. I would eventually die abandoning her to a world she doesn't belong in. I would even be to old to relate with her. It hurt me to do so, but I knew it was right. I stored away my equipment, and with a flick of a match, I got rid of my papers. Dashie walked in. Dad? Is something wrong? No, nothing was wrong. everything was going to be fine.

 

I had to face it at some point. 15 years had almost gone. I had to tell her what would happen, but how could I do that? It would break her heart. I looked at her. Whats up? I looked back down at my breakfast, now cold from me having it left to sit on my plate. Its... nothing. A sigh, a puzzled look, and a long pause later, I gathered some courage to begin. Dashie... I need to tell you -

I know dad. Its been bothering me too. I looked at her, she gave me a understanding smile and teared up a bit. It was the only thing I could think about, I saw the show and I... I just knew I belonged there. I didnt know why you wouldnt want me to have it or see it, I thought you were selfish... But yesterday when you burned those papers... I understand now... I hugged her and cried, We sat there for a while.

 

The day finally came. the day the Princess would come. A knock on the door one night and I knew this was it. How would we say goodbye? Would It be enough? Would I even remember her? All six of the familiar equines walked in. Dashie a little nervous at first hid behind me, but eventually came forward. I had a talk with the princess. I thought of a thousand things I could say, but I only ever replied with a yes tho her statements. There was nothing more for me to say. I was left a final word with Dashie. I held her tight.

Goodbye Dashie, you were... you were a great friend, and above all... you were a wonderful daughter. Take care and remember, you will always be my little Dashie. A flash of a memory spell, a close of the door, and they were gone.

 

 

 

And thats where babies come from

[Beat Shock 581]

One thing for sure, if I had to choose to have Rainbow Dash come to this world, I wouldn't want her to come. It's would completely change my life, and I would have to quit everything I'm involved in.

 

But If she did come, and I found her, I would HAVE to take her!

 

I just want what's best for her.

[DeiStar 248]

I'd grab the filly, kick her across the road and watch as a sixteen-wheel truck runs over her.

 

A.K.A: I dislike My Little Dashie and most of the people who make a big deal about it.

[Rainbow Dash Loyalty 1,275]

As soon as I find Dashie, I'd cherish every second I'll have with her, since I know the story and Celestia would come pick her up 15 years later then I'll do everything that Dashie was meant to do, take her outside and go to the park, teach her to fly (even though I have no idea how xP), tell her about Earth and what is what, but most importantly, I have to tell her that she's a fictional character because the earlier she knows the better. If she runs/flies away because of depression I'll do everything to find her.

 

Once I do find her, I'll take her anywhere or do whatever she'd want to do. Knowing and keeping her for 15 years to me is a like a million years of happiness for me From now on I'm going to check every box I see xD

[~Lawful Jordo~ 2,066]

I'd grab the filly, kick her across the road and watch as a sixteen-wheel truck runs over her.

 

A.K.A: I dislike My Little Dashie and most of the people who make a big deal about it.

 

-Walking down the street.

 

-finds cardboard box.

 

-gets curious, decides to look inside.

 

-Finds a living, breathing cartoon pony inside.

 

-Does not stop to wonder how this is possible.

 

-Does not feel pity for a baby sapient being.

 

-decides to kill her because he dislikes a fan created story on the internet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

lol, despite not liking the fan fiction, it's still a freaking cartoon pony! I would find it hard to call you a brony if your first reaction when seeing Rainbow Dash in the real would is to kill her

Edited September 9, 2012 by Eljordo

[NavelColt 22,881]

Hollywood Version, aka 'What actually happens':

 

First Discovery: Finding the dawww'

-BWOHOLYCRAPPONYWTF: Reflect on the laws of the universe in the space of half a minute, slack-jaw, trying to grasp the fact that ponies do in fact exist. Then squee out loud about it.

-Hugz n' Cuddlez. Screw that box; into my arms you go, adorable pony. Jack Frost and his bitchy weather aren't gonna get you, out here.

-We're keeping her, mom, too bad: Try to Succeed in convincing my mom, step dad and sister of these same things. In our apartment it'd be impossible to hide a filly anyway, even if she is tiny. If one of my family told the feds, fine. On the run we go, then. Stop ruining my perfect fantasy with your obnoxious logic.

 

 

Everything else: Yeahz, everything after

I'll hug you, and squeeze you, and call you Dashie: I'd take on full responsibility for her, raise her the best I can, not dissimilar from the actual story. I'd play with her as much as I could, spent as much time with her as I could and teach her everything I know.

-Rinse, lather, repeat: Enjoy the fun times, as well as any sad times. I can't think of much else I'd be doing.

Celestia: Not faced with the memories, I can't accurately portrayal how I would react to 'she hasta go now. Srz.' Chances are I'd be terribly heart-broken, tears and everything, but I'm not about to not let her go. In the end I'd find plenty of comfort knowing she'd be happy where she belonged, being with all her pony friends, in a world without imperfect humans who would ultimately just kill her in our need for knowledge.

 

 

Head-canon

 

Happy happy <3: The government never finds out, nobody ever has to take Dashie away, and she stays my best friend/daughter forever and ever :U Nothing but joys and playing and her being rebellious about baths and bedtime and all that. I suppose Celestia can pop up when she's an adult, and then take her back. I may or may not be able to come join her with my family and friends as ponies, as well.

 

Edited September 9, 2012 by ~Chaotic Discord~

[Midnight Seeker 302]

Kneeling down, I’d give Dashie a friendly and gentle smile and stroke her to keep her calm. Then I’d wrap her in my jacket and take her home. As I live my parents and work long shifts (sometimes 48 hours), I’d have to tell them about her and have them help me with her. I’d also introduce her to our Samoyed, Brieagh. I’m sure that wee Dashie and the white lump would get on very well.

 

I’d raise Dashie as my daughter, and as such I’d be as honest as possible with her. I’d keep her hidden from the rest of the world, and teach her how to be subtle. As we live in the Highlands, that would be easy as long as we play it carefully.

 

In time, I’d move out with her and get my own place. I’d have taught Dashie certain responsibilities and how to stay hidden during my shifts (although I would teach her how to use a phone so I can call her every night I’m away).

 

Every day off, I’d take Dashie out to the hills so she can have a good fly. If Dashie asked me if she was just a fictional character, I’d give her a little pat on the leg and ask her if she felt it. When she says yes and gives me a confused look, I’d grin and tell her that she just got proof that she existed. When she was old enough to understand, I’d tell her of the fanfic, My Little Dashie. I’d then answer whatever questions she would ask, but I’d admit that I don’t understand what really happened or why. I tell her that I’m just happy that I was there to help her when she needed it, and that I love her as if she was my own.

 

When the fifteenth year comes, I’ll be full of dread and misery, but I’d be putting on a brave face for Rainbow Dash. I would think that she would be angry, scared and miserable as I have told her the story, and that I thought this day would come. When Celestia and the others come, I’d invite them into my home ask the Princess if I could speak to her privately while Dashie meets her old friends for the first time again.

 

I’d rage at Celestia and demand to know how this all happened. I tell her how this has ruined my view on reality, and how much more horrific I find the world I live in. After I have those questions answered, I’d ask Celestia to wipe me from Dash’s mind, as I feel that this would be painful for her. I’m certain that Celestia would give me a look, and tell me that although she understands my reasons for asking, she will never do that. I’m sure she’d thank me for raising and protecting Rainbow Dash, and then she tell me to say my goodbyes. It would be the most painful experience of my life, but I’d stay brave for my adopted daughter. As we hug for the final time, I’d tell her that I love her and would never stop thinking of her. I think she would cry (which would be too much for me) and say “Goodbye daddy. I’ll miss you”.

 

Then they would leave. I’d live the life of a hermit and a broken man.

[DeiStar 248]

-Walking down the street.

 

-finds cardboard box.

 

-gets curious, decides to look inside.

 

-Finds a living, breathing cartoon pony inside.

 

-Does not stop to wonder how this is possible.

 

-Does not feel pity for a baby sapient being.

 

-decides to kill her because he dislikes a fan created story on the internet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

lol, despite not liking the fan fiction, it's still a freaking cartoon pony! I would find it hard to call you a brony if your first reaction when seeing Rainbow Dash in the real would is to kill her

 

I'm not a brony. I just like FiM, but I don't like to be called a brony, given that I dislike many "things" about the fandom itself. Most of those things being the recurrent jokes and stuff about the fandom.

 

Inb4 hipster. No.

 

But sometimes, some of the things about this fandom really gets on my nerves.

Edited September 9, 2012 by DeiStar