My Little Human: Disjointed Memories

The thought made me shudder, why should I choose? Then I opened the pink door.

The bass thumped and multihued lights flashed like the rapid fluttering of a humming bird's wings. I saw her from across the room, the lights slicing her flailing, gyrating movements into hundreds of still frames. The face of the angry woman approaching her from the other side was the only thing I needed to see to know the man she was grinding on was taken.

The club was packed and under normal circumstances I wouldn't be able to make it to her. A quick spell and a sneer that showed more fang than was absolutely necessary took care of that. I reached her just in time to pull her out of the way of a slap that would have sent her spinning to the floor.

"I'm sorry about my friend," I shouted over the blaring music, "She's not herself right now." The woman just scowled at me and the guy had gone practically white with terror. I felt sorry for the guy, but not so much that I'd risk leaving Pinkie alone for the time it would take to diffuse what would no doubt be a heated situation. "C'mon you pink freak, this isn't you scene anyway." She lolled a bit in my hand, her escape attempts having been unsuccessful. She was plastered, and by her dilated eyes she'd had more than one pill put in her drink, willingly or otherwise.

The cool, fresh air of the outside was bliss to my sensitive nose after all the sweat and alcohol and drugs. I felt a bit loopy just having been in there. This nose was good for most things, but if the alcohol is strong enough I can get tipsy off the fumes. As much fun as that sounds, the hangover is about ten times worse. But that wasn't why I was here. "I'd like to ask you what you were thinking, but I get the feeling you're not in the mood to talk right now?" I asked the near limp bundle hanging from my hand. She moaned in reply, something about 'fun' and 'hate me.'

"Why am I the one that always has to deal with this?" I asked the night sky, as if Luna herself would dane to tell me, "I'm not good with emotions, tartarus, I spend most of the time trying to keep a lid on mine let alone everyone else's." I sighed and reached down to pick Pinkie up, carrying her bridal style.

"Aw, Spikey, never knew you liked me so much." She planted a slobbery kiss on my collar bone, most likely because she couldn't reach higher, "Aaaaaalllllllll my friends abandoned me, but not you~, nope, not my Spikey Wikey." She went for another kiss, but I think she missed.

"Oh, so now you can talk?" I asked, a bit more forcefully than I meant to, "How about telling me what you were doing, alone, in a packed night club on this side of town?"

"Pffft," She spit, "Like you don't know. You're the one that told me everyone hated me and they were avoiding me." She sniffled, "What did I do? Tell me what I did Spikey." Her tear filled silence ate at my heart. It had been a stupid move. Luna was fond of the saying that no plan survived contact with the enemy.

The plan was simple. The girls had been making a surprise party for Pinkie, but she had wanted an after party for Gummy. The girls, of course, had to decline. That left the perfect situation for a friendship report and I though I'd help it along a little. Friend is depressed because other friends are unobservant and ignore the signs that friend A is depressed. Friend A get's angry and sad that other friends abandoned her but is surprised that other friends weren't abandoning her but instead wanted to do something nice for her. Friendship report about either being more observant of others feelings or not jumping to conclusions, take your pick.

That's how it was supposed to go. What we didn't expect was that, realising that her own party wouldn't be fun with just one person, she would find a different party where she could drown her sorrows. In a part of town that has a conspicuous amount of red lights. In a club called XtahC, which looked like a converted warehouse. Where no one could find her, or at least, no one who couldn't track the sent of bubblegum cotton candy and baking ingredients.

Thus we come to the present. One inebriated Pink woman. One irritated dragonkin. One long walk home. And three men with knives. This was going to end badly.

"Hey there little boy," The sleezeball on the left started, "Why don't you put down the little lady and scram, there ain't no need to get you bloody just for a little fun."

Now if Pinkie had been in her right mind I wouldn't have any problems with doing just that, she could handle herself. That and there'd be fewer casualties if she took care of these guys. Of course, I couldn't fight them with her in my arms. So, plan B: run away! I gripped Pinkie closer, "Hold on tight." I whispered, and detonated a fireball underneath my feet.

It wasn't flying, it was more like being flung by a catapult. Far to fast and out of control, even for the pink party girl in my arms, who just puked down my back, even before I hit the ground hard and rolled. Coming to my feet I tried to calm Pinkie down, only to find she had passed out. Great. The others were going to kill me.

"Pinkie?" I asked, "Pinks? Wake up OK, if you die of alcohol poisoning or OD on crack or something on my watch I'll never live it down, let alone forgive myself." I set her down in the street, tilting her head to the side and check her pulse. It was there but it was more rapid than It should have been. She probably wasn't in danger of dying, but I'd better be sure.

I kept a purge tonic somewhere on me on the off chance Celestia had me poisoned again. Last time I almost hadn't made it. I had vowed from then on that I'd keep something on me for just such an occasion. The stuff was foul to the nose and tongue but it did its job. Pinkie sputtered and choked for a second before swallowing. The next part wasn't nearly as fun.

It took the better part of an hour of vomiting, sweating, and soiling herself to get rid of all the toxins in her body. The rest of the hour was spent cleaning her up. Which is why she was wrapped in my cloak and sans undergarments when I finally opened the door to the library around midnight. Twilight was there, but the others must have still been out looking for Pinkie.

"You found her?" Twilight rushed over to us, "Where was she?"

"At some club downtown, I forgot the name." I looked at Twilight properly. She was frazzled, her clothes disheveled and her hair was messed like she had been running her hands through it in frustration. "Listen, why don't you get the rest of the girls and I'll get Pinkie comfortable. I'm certain that you'll all have a long talk once everyone's gotten a good night's sleep."

She began nodding her head half way through my sentence and didn't seem able to stop. I couldn't make her do anything with my hands full, so I walked past her and on to the stairs. "Twilight," I called back, "Go and get the girls." I climbed the stairs slowly, but I was still able to reach the door to my room before she left.

The walk across my room seemed to take forever. 'Idiot.' I thought, though I couldn't tell if I meant her or me. I shook slightly, my bundle growing even heavier in my arms. I wasn't sure what I would have done if she hadn't been OK. I unwrapped her from my cloak slowly and placed her in my bed, covering her with a thin comforter and making sure she was comfortable.

"Why?" I sat down on the bed next to her, "Was it worth it?" Was I talking to her? Or myself? "what would we have done if you had gotten hurt? What if you had died?"

"I wouldn't have." She said weakly

I chuckled lightly, "Can you be so sure?"

"Of course, I knew my Spikey Wikey would save me..." She trailed off. I though she had fallen back asleep. "I don't want to be alone." She whispered, "I don't want..." She gripped my arm.

Looking back, I saw the tears in her eyes. "I don't want..." She sniffed, "I... I... I don't..." Her tears began to flow, like two tiny rivers running down her face. She pulls me down, pressing her face into my back. "I don't want them to leave me." She clutches at me, "I don't want you to leave me." And that's what this has all be about. I turn around on the bed and pull her flush against my body.

"It's OK Pinkie, I'm here. I'll always be here." She cries harder into my chest, pressing her hands into me. "Shhh, I'm here." I comfort her, "The girls are coming, it's going to be OK, I promise." I hold her closer. "It's all be OK."

"I wish we could stay like this." She whispers, "Stay, please?"

"I will-"

The blinding whiteness of the room makes me blink.

I look around. There are six doors. Most I recognise, though one is grey. When I try the handle of that one I can't open it. Strange. A voice speaks, seeming to come from every direction.

Who will love you, yet suffer in silence?

Twilight Sparkle

Fluttershy

Rarity

Rainbow Dash

Applejack

I closed my eyes, I didn't want to think anymore, I didn't want to hurt anymore. (End Game)