I'm feeling really lazy right now. Read the story and I'll make up for it.
Disclaimer: you know what I'll say.
"First off, normal ponies say dad, not father." Peppermint Drip said as she pointed to a picture. The picture had a stallion, mare, two fillies and a colt. They were smiling, obviously enjoying their time together.
"Dad, not father." Fallen Star said. "By the way, when can I meet your dad? He's very lucky to have you as a daughter."
The green filly blushed, then frowned. "Thanks, but you can't meet my dad."
Fallen Star tilted his head in curiosity. "Why?" he asked her.
"Because he's dead." Presto said from the doorway. "He's been dead for seven years, and it's not something we like to talk about."
"I'm sorry." Fallen Star apologized. "What about your m… mo…"
"Our mom's dead too." Presto glared at the back of the colt's head. "What's the point of knowing this?" he asked.
Fallen star looked like he would answer, but he just bowed his head. Peppermint Drip walked over to him.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"My moth… mom," he said in a depressed voice, tears welling in his eyes. "she died when I was very young. About 3,000 years old. My sister and I were devastated."
Peppermint Drip and Presto stared sympathetically at the alicorn. When Presto was about to say something comforting, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" Presto shouted, walking towards the door.
When he opened it, he was surprised to find two alicorns standing in front of him.
The mare had a chocolaty brown color with black spots on her. Her mane was in a braid-like thing, and she had a serious look on her face.
The colt was a fiery orange with yellow spots. His hair was slicked back, and his serious look was double his friend's.
"Can I help you?" Presto asked them.
"Yes, you can." The colt said in a determined voice. "We're looking for a certain alicorn, and we have reason to believe he's in your dwelling."
Presto stared at them. "Right. I don't know what you're talking about, so can you leave me alone?" he said as he started to close the door.
The mare glared at the door, and it exploded.
"What the heck?!" Presto shouted.
The mare and colt started to fly around the house at super fast speed, knocking everything over in the process.
They stopped when they came to Peppermint Drip's room. When they opened the door, they saw her standing alone in the center of the room.
"Where is he?" the mare asked her.
"Who?" Peppermint Drip said.
"The alicorn!" the colt said.
"Who?" Peppermint Drip said again.
"The green alicorn!"
"The one who will destroy us all!"
"The one you're sitting on!"
Peppermint Drip looked down and saw that she was sitting on an unusually large lump on her rug. She looked back at the alicorns.
"Ugh!" they groaned together. They grabbed the rug in a makeshift sack, then flew out of the house.
"Fallen Star!" the filly yelled after them. She ran to her brother. "We've got to get him back!" she said.
Presto got up from his crouched position, then stared at his sister as if she had grown a horn and wings herself.
"Why?!" he yelled at her. "Those guys will kill us if we even get near them!"
"How do you know?" Peppermint Drip yelled at him. She ran out the door without waiting for her brother's response.
Presto looked like he was about to explode like the door did a few minutes ago if you were paying any attention to the story.
"You realize that she's Fallen Star's only friend, right?" Frost Flame said from behind him.
Presto turned to her. "You realize that he's going to kill us all if he gets his memory back, right?!" he yelled. "We can't let her save him!"
Frost Flame shook her head. "You've got a thing or two to learn about friendship." She said as she opened the door. "Your first lesson is to know that even if two friends don't like each other, they can still help each other." And with that, she flew after the alicorns.
Presto stared after her. I don't have to like him. He thought as he headed out the door. I just have to help him.
Horray for Presto helping his sisters and an alicorn he doesn't know! Even though he's a giant turd, he's still pretty helpful. But the fact that their parents are dead probably did a number on him. His parents even surprised me, because I thought of that only yesterday. Oh well. Peace my Poképeople!