Gummy stared out across his kingdom from where he sat, high atop his throne. Said throne was perched atop the head of the strange, bouncing pink pony that had been his first sight. His strange, bouncing pink pony.
It was a large place – vast beyond comprehension, and practically begging him to venture forth and explore its darkest mysteries. To conquer the wild places, and prove himself the hero he was born to be. Slowly, his lips curled up into a smile.
He had, it seemed, chosen his pony wisely.
As Gummy stared around Pinkie’s bedroom, he knew he was home.
Comments by Kyronea:
Gummy is at home with himself, with his desires, with where he is. He needs no other pony, for he has a Pinkie Pie to perch precariously upon, and he enjoys his enigmatic post with glee. Gummy is happy, and that is good.