Pinkamena?

Chapter 1

Who am I?

I walked towards my bed. Blue lights flickered all over the walls, but I did not notice them. I stumbled along, pretending to be exhausted, keeping up my disguise. I fell into bed and promptly fell asleep.

I felt wind blowing against my face. Groggily, I opened my eyes. Suddenly springing fully awake, I looked around and rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. My room wasn’t normally a light blue, nor did it have cloud patterns on the walls, and my bed was never this comfortable.

Looking down, I froze in panic at the sight before me. I was sleeping on a cloud! Clouds aren’t solid! As if waiting for me to realize I was doing the impossible, my body suddenly obeyed gravity.

My pupils dilated and my arms flailed about in my panic, but I still couldn’t break the deeply ingrained instinct to not make loud noises. Hyperventilating, I stared at the ground far below. Realizing there was no way panicking would solve anything, I slowed my flailing enough to observe my surroundings.

I was a few hundred feet above a large, untamed forest. To the north, I could see a large town, filled with ant-size silhouettes. Slowly increasing in size, a large ruin existed in a southerly direction.

As I fell, the air whipped past my face, causing my eyes to water.Through my blurred vision, I could tell that I would land just outside of the forbidding, dark, possibly dangerous forest. I couldn’t care less about this revelation, as I was falling at speeds that were sure to cause my death.

During my fall, I could feel something happening to my mind. It felt as if, as if something was being cut out of my brain. It hurt so much, but the burning sensation faded after a few seconds. What had that been? I wondered. Oh well, it doesn’t matter now.

My flailing slowed to a stop, and I closed my eyes, preparing to say hello to the solid rock below, and hoping it wouldn’t hurt too much. I was only a hundred feet above the ground now, and approaching faster than I could believe.

With my eyes closed, I could feel moisture on the inside of my eyelid. I knew what was going to happen to me, and I just gave up. Realizing there was nothing I could do, I let all of my muscles relax, and fell limp. I peeked and saw that I only had a few seconds before I hit the ground.

Instead of hearing the crunch I had anticipated, I heard a sproing and felt the air flow in the opposite direction. I opened my eyes again, and to my utter shock, I was bouncing back up. Defying the normal laws of physics, I only sprang up a few meters before landing back down on the ground.

Staring at my surroundings, I felt nothing. I was in shock. The sheer impossibility of my survival was the only thing I could think of. Then it dawned on me that I was alive, and letting out a small sigh of relief, I allowed a large grin to spread across my face.

Looking around, I estimated I was only a few miles from the large town I had seen nearby. I set off at a quick trot. I froze suddenly, realizing something. Frantically, I searched my memories for something. Finding nothing, I began to freak out. Somehow, during the fall, I had lost all my memory, and could only remember things like how to speak, or how to use my hooves.

My entire life, gone. Who had I been? Did I have a family? How did this happen to me? Why was I up in the clouds?

I scanned my entire body, looking for telltale signs of who I might have been. Nothing. There was no way to tell who I was.

I looked over myself again, this time to judge my appearance. I was a darkish pink mare, with a darker pink mane and tale, both of which hung like curtains. I looked at my cutie mark, and it was a trio of balloons, two blue, and one yellow.

I frowned. I couldn’t tell what it meant. I had no memory of getting it, and I couldn’t remember what it was for.

Wait, maybe I could find help in that town! Yeah, maybe they know who I am! Reinvigorated, I set off to the town again.

Trotting along, I noticed that the town seemed rather small. In fact, it was more like a village than a town. Hope began to fade as I realized that, while towns present a large chance of finding out who one pony was, a village did not have nearly as many ponies, and thus decreased my chances greatly.

I pushed through my doubt, still hoping against hope that they knew who I was.

Arriving at the town an hour later, I set off to search for something that might spark my memory. Passing through the village, I noticed several ponies looking at me. Some of them looked like they wanted to hug and comfort me. Others just looked confused at their friends’ reactions to my appearance. I must say I belonged in the latter group.

Several times I heard a pony call out the name ‘Pinkie Pie’. I slowed, listening for them to call again, but they never did.

After the seventh pony called out to this ‘Pinkie Pie’, I began to grow worried. What if none of them knew who I was? What would I do then?

I steeled myself and kept marching. There has to be something here. There just has to!

After passing through the large open area that was inevitably the market square, I began to grow disheartened. I had already searched half the town, and‒

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there!” apologized a pink earth pony in a high pitched voice, “Hey, wait, you’re new in town right? I know you’re new because I know everypony and I mean everypony in Ponyville, but I don’t know you, so that means you’re not from here, and that must mean you must not have many friends here! Oh, I know how to get you some friends! I’ll throw you a party, and it’ll be so fun, we’ll play so many party games, and we’ll have cake and...” She said the last part in one breath, and continued to ramble on and on about the party.

I just stared dumbfounded at the other mare. I was too distracted by her appearance to take note of what she was saying. She looked so much like me it was disturbing. She had a pink coat, a darker pink mane, and a cutie mark of two blue balloons and one yellow balloon!

“Well, what do you think?” she asked. I just stared, dumbfounded, “Ugh... You weren’t listening, were you?” I just shook my head. “Wait, you look familiar...”

I brightened up at this and eagerly leaned forward.

“I got it! You’re me! This is such a great costume! Where’d you get it?” she asked excitedly.

I slumped back, disappointed. “Umm... I don’t think it’s a costume. I think, I-I don’t know who I am!” I cried out, hugging her. She stumbled back, surprised, “I don’t know who I am! I can’t remember anything!” I sobbed.

She comforted me by stroking my mane, “It’s okay, we’ll take you to see Twilight when you’re feeling better. She’s a super-smart-smartypants when it comes to everything. I bet she’ll have you better in no time!”

I smiled weakly. She was comforting me, a complete stranger who looked almost exactly like her, and she was willing to help me. “O-okay,” I sniffed, “I think I’m feeling better now.”

“Great!, Now let’s just get you over to Twilight’s! Oh, wait, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Pinkie Pie!” she grinned.

“Pinkie Pie? Oh, I heard a bunch of ponies shout out your name when I was passing by. I guess they thought I might have been you?”

“Maybe. C’mon, Twilight’s library is this way!”

Author's Note

I have a proofreader now! Yay!