Pinkie Past

"Sun Dusk! Get your flank over here right now!" Pinkie had yelled. Laughing hysterically, then giggling. "Room. Now. You can outside when I clean up your mess." Sun Dusk was happy. The only punishment she ever got here was going to her room. "Great, now where's this filly's mess at? Ah, there it is." Pinkie rolled her eyes at the dropped cookie jar. It's a great thing it wasn't shattered. That would be bad. She had gotten the broom and dust pan to clean it up, until she was interrupted by a knock at the door. Pinkie didn't rush, it was probably one of her friends. When she got to the door she realized it wasn't her friend, or anypony she knew for that matter. "Um, hi!" She said awkwardly.

   "May I come in? I would like to speak with the mare or stallion who owns this fine establishment." The strange mare said. Of course, Pinkie let her in. "Since the only one I can speak to at the moment is you, shall we take a seat? Good, now, do you have a filly by the name so Sun Dusk?" Pinkie nodded slowly, knowing what was going to happen. She hoped to keep her longer, but now she can't. "Well, she lives at the orphanage, she's seemed to have run away, and I figured she'd be at a sweets shop. Could you get her? I'll allow you both to say your farewells, but do make it quick. I have places to be.

   Sun Dusk had heard everything. She slowly exited her room and embraced Pinkie in a hug they both wanted to last forever.  Sun Dusk started sobbing, as did Pinkie. It was finally time for her to leave. Pinkie waved good bye. "Keep smiling! For me!" Pinkie yelled. Sun Dusk nodded and finally went away. Pinkie had spent that day sleeping. And thinking, she had this feeling that she knew this mare. She doesn't know where.