The Last One

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”

~C.S. Lewis

The walk to Sugar Cube Corner wasn't a long walk, and James found out why it was called that immediately. For one, the house was on the corner of Sugar St and Cube Blvd, and as for the house itself, it was built to look like a gingerbread house! "This place isn't actually made of gingerbread is it?" James asked. Pinkie giggled, and walked inside. James sighed, but followed in. The pink mare was sitting at the bottom of a staircase, and she patted the spot next to her. James cocked an eyebrow, but sat down next to her. immediately, she hugged him. James was surprised, but hugged back. Uh, Pinkie Pie, why are you--"

"I'm so sorry about what happened to your home," she said sadly. James gently pushed Pinkie off of himself. His eyebrow once again rose, as he looked at the Pink Mare. Her mane and tail had lost all of their poofiness, and had flattened out. "I don't think I can ever even imagine that much pain, I think the closest I've ever gotten was when two of my sisters and both of my parents died." Pinkie let out a quiet sob. James looked around, having no idea how to comfort the seemingly bipolar pony.

"Is it alright if I hug you?" He asked softly. Pinkie nodded, and James gently put his arms around the mare.

"Shutting down main senses... Done." Chase said with a beep. James chuckled at his friend's courtesy.

"Accidents kept me alive so many times you know. I knew my home was going to disappear because of one. Hell, even Chase was designed by a slight accident." James glanced at the pink mare he was holding. She was still sniffing and looking at the ground.

"I was only eleven when he was made. I had already made the database, and had programmed the personality, all I needed to do was get the damn thing into my arm, and upload the personality. The second part was easy, but the first, it hurt. I had to actually put it into my arm, not just around it. Well, when I finally got it on, I hooked it up to the personality file, and started to download, and I actually got 97% of it in, before the system crashed. Well, I thought I would have to start all over, but I didn't. The result was better than I could have ever dreamed! Instead of making a program, I made a person." James finished proudly. Pinkie giggled slightly.

"You're lucky that the author gave me fourth wall powers, or I would have never gotten that," she spoke, nuzzling up against James. Her mane and tail were back to normal.

"You're so random." James said laughing, "Now, I remember hearing something about yummy treats?" Pinkie Brightened up at this. She quickly pushed herself off of him, and excitedly started talking.

"Oh that's right! I had totally forgotten that I had offered you treats, and since you excepted my offer it means you must have a sweet tooth, and if you have a sweet tooth I shouldn't keep you waiting for sweet treats, because that would be rude, then again so was hugging you randomly, at least according to Rarity, but then again everything seems to be rude to her, so I just don't know what--" Pinkie's voice became muffled as she went into the kitchen, and then came out with a tray of sweets on her back, "So I told her, 'Don't make me use the flour, but she didn't listen so I dumped it on myself, but instead of laughing she just fainted after saying something about personal hygiene. I didn't get it, it makes the cake twins laugh every time, and I mean every time! So I--"

"Pinkie--"

"--Had no idea why she would faint, maybe it was from being so funny, I mean it is pretty funny--"

"Pinkie I--"

"--but she only faints when she wants to--"

"PINKIE PIE!" James yelled, finally getting the hyper mare to stop talking.

"Yes?" She replied with a giggle and a snort.

"You're talking faster than I can process right now," James said with a smile. Pinkie giggled and nodded, putting the tray of sweets in front of James. She then sat down next to James once more. She then proceeded to shift her gaze from James to the treats repeatedly. James looked at Pinkie for a little longer, then turned his own sight to the assortment of sweets. Shrugging he grabbed a cupcake with a rainbow swirl frosting. He slowly brought it to his mouth, and--

"NO NOT THE CUPCAKE!" Pinkie screamed, slapping the cupcake out of James hand. It sailed through the air and landed with a splat on the floor in front of them.

"Um, okay..." James put his hand over the tray, and pointed at a brownie. Pinkie nodded happily. James shrugged and took a bite out of it, only to become slightly sick. He stood up, and just before he thought he would retch, he fell to the floor, passed out.

"But I even got rid of the cupcake!"

I know Pinkie, I know.