Far From Home

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and it's filled with ponies who are filled with shit, Pinkamena thought peevishly. And Ponyville was the center of that hole. I mean, who could look at this second-rate hick town and honestly call it a peach cupcake? But no sayeth the travelers.

"You can find your future here."

A future in this small little town? What were they smoking? Pinkamena gritted her teeth and swept a lock of straight pink hair out her face. First I'm stuck in some Celestia-forsaken rock farm, and now I'm stuck in Loserville?

But hark, attend the tale of Pinkamena Diane Pie.

Stuck on a farm, she got sick of rotating rocks every day. Rocks. Every damned day. Do you how dull rocks are? One day she got so sick of it, she got up and left. She didn't even pack. One day her family went in early, and she just walked off. She had wandered Equestria growing up. Seen the sick art that is reality. She had traveled city to city, picking up odd jobs until she earned enough to set off again. Always an alien wherever she stayed. So she never stayed. She thought maybe such explorations and adventures might affect her more, but alas, fate disagreed. Her flank was bare, save her short pink fur.

I suppose I never had the chance to settle down and find what I'm really good at, Pinkamena thought. Last time she tried... it hadn't gone well.

Oh, but who cared about her woes? She was just a widely ignored Blank Flank who flitted all over, barely keeping herself fed. That's all she would ever be. Pinkamena sighed and trotted into Ponyville, expecting the worst.