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That is TOTALLY NOT Weepy. On to a story.

About 3,000 years ago, Discord, former spirit of chaos, created a world of his own, which contained as little harmony as possible. It worked for a while, nothing ever going right; he was especially delighted by the eldest sister being banished. Over time things slowed down, and it became far too organized, so he abandoned it. Only recently was this world discovered, and now the mane six have been sent to find their counterparts in order to spread harmony over there as well.

Teardrop was a miserable pony, and the mark on her flank showed that, displaying her greatest weakness to all Diomedans. To teardrop, her depression and being prone to crying was a life struggle. But to pinkie, it was another challenge.

Rescued from Sol's cruel reign, she was brought to a medical tent at a refugee camp, suspected to have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. From the scars, the ponies asserted that she must have been a slave at some point. Despite all warnings that she might have been unstable, Pinkie hopped up to the Diomedan and embarked on friendly conversation.

"Hi! I'm Pinkamena Diane Pie, but most ponies call me Pinkie Pie! What's your name?"

"..."

Pinkie patted her on the head. "Awww, I won't bite, I don't have the fangs for it! Come on, tell me; I won't laugh, Pinkie Promise!"

"...I'm Teardrop."

"Can I call you 'Droppy'?"

Teardrop nodded, frowning.

Pinkie draped an arm around her shoulders. "...Why the long face, Droppy?"

She sniffled. "There's just so many others who need help... I can't even lift a hoof to help them..."

Pinkie smiled. "You've got a big heart. But you're a sad kind pony."

Teardrop blinked, confused by pinkie's wording.

"Do you know what sad kind ponies get?"

She nervously shook her head before she was tackled to the ground.

"Sad kind ponies get Tickles!!"

Teardrop laughed that day, and it felt good.

So there you have it. First pony. More shall come; pinkie promise!

Description
That is TOTALLY NOT Weepy. On to a story.

About 3,000 years ago, Discord, former spirit of chaos, created a world of his own, which contained as little harmony as possible. It worked for a while, nothing ever going right; he was especially delighted by the eldest sister being banished. Over time things slowed down, and it became far too organized, so he abandoned it. Only recently was this world discovered, and now the mane six have been sent to find their counterparts in order to spread harmony over there as well.

Teardrop was a miserable pony, and the mark on her flank showed that, displaying her greatest weakness to all Diomedans. To teardrop, her depression and being prone to crying was a life struggle. But to pinkie, it was another challenge.

Rescued from Sol's cruel reign, she was brought to a medical tent at a refugee camp, suspected to have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. From the scars, the ponies asserted that she must have been a slave at some point. Despite all warnings that she might have been unstable, Pinkie hopped up to the Diomedan and embarked on friendly conversation.

"Hi! I'm Pinkamena Diane Pie, but most ponies call me Pinkie Pie! What's your name?"

"..."

Pinkie patted her on the head. "Awww, I won't bite, I don't have the fangs for it! Come on, tell me; I won't laugh, Pinkie Promise!"

"...I'm Teardrop."

"Can I call you 'Droppy'?"

Teardrop nodded, frowning.

Pinkie draped an arm around her shoulders. "...Why the long face, Droppy?"

She sniffled. "There's just so many others who need help... I can't even lift a hoof to help them..."

Pinkie smiled. "You've got a big heart. But you're a sad kind pony."

Teardrop blinked, confused by pinkie's wording.

"Do you know what sad kind ponies get?"

She nervously shook her head before she was tackled to the ground.

"Sad kind ponies get Tickles!!"

Teardrop laughed that day, and it felt good.

So there you have it. First pony. More shall come; pinkie promise!