The birds chirped happily as the sun rose, stirring a pink pony from her slumber. Letting out a large yawn, she slipped off the bed, snapping her fingers to make her mane curl one strand at a time. She soon got a rhythm going on her snapping, each creaky boards joining in time. As she walked downstairs, she saw a beige colored stallion working on several bakery items, the timers clicking with the snaps.

A blue mare working on decorating a cake, humming a catchy tune that matched the beat of the snaps. The pink mare continued snapping in time to the unseen beat of her mind, various items of the house and random ponies joining in with their own effects. This continued for several minutes; ponies contributing by plucking on rubber bands, beating on empty trash cans, crashing their lids. Pinkie stood in the middle of it all, waving her hands and arms around wildly like a conductor.

Raising her arms high, she brought them down, the noise crashing together in one big final moment. In that time, the ponies all began to cheer and smile as they applauded the pink party pony.

Giggling like a loon, she bowed to the customers, a low buzzing in the back of her skull, but she ignored it. The stallion and mare came out holding two babies, who were clapping with delight.

“Well done Pinkie Pie! Your best percussion performance to date!” The stallion gushed making Pinkie giggle.

“Thanks-a-rooni, Mr. Cake!”

Pinkie's eyes then went wide in shock, recalling the gala.

“HOLD UP! THE GALA! THE OVERLORD! WHAT HAPPENED?! Dark Star2014, you better not have reset everything like in Undertale!” Pinkie shouted to the ceiling making the two look at one another shrugging.

“Oh, Pinkie. Always the lively one. You and your friends defeated the Overlord over a year ago, trapping him in stone. Since then, business for your parties and our eatery have been booming! In fact, you got this yesterday, but with you giving the birthday to young Ralph you overlooked it,” Mrs. Cake explained as she handed over a small letter to Pinkie.

The party animal hastily took the letter, tore open its envelope, and scanned over its contents. As she read further and further, the letter climbed up and up until Pinkie gave out a loud exaggerated gasp of delight.

“THE PRINCESSES WANT ME TO HOST THE ANNIVERSARY BALL OF THE OVERLORD'S DEFEAT!”

The cakes smiled largely at hearing the announcement.

“That's wonderful, Pinkie! Hey, you better get going! If I'm not mistaken, you got the Duke Duke's sons birthday to do, followed by the Mares of Society and Daughters of Canterlot's mothers day along with a dozen others. You'll be busy all day today...best that you stay up in Canterlot to prepare the anniversary ball,” Mr. Cake suggested making Pinkie nod excitedly and head out.

Seeing their surrogate daughter happy brought smiles to the two's face. Pinkie felt another odd buzzing, this time slightly louder, but shrugged it off.

She had parties to plan.

OVMLP

Pinkie arrived in the city of the nobles with much of her own fanfare, making several people laugh in delight at seeing the wild party pony. The buzzing was louder, but not quite so loud. If one could break their own laws of physics and gave themselves telepathy, they would find out that the buzzing was in actuality, whispering.

“If you blow this up to read just this tiny sentence, you take this story too seriously.”

Pinkie shook her head to get rid of the buzzing. She walked the streets, cheerfully saying greetings to the various nobles, who gave a small nod, their own way of greeting and of smiling.

Pinkie soon arrived at the center of the square where she saw the frozen form of the Overlord. Giggling with delight, she bounced up, dug into her mane and pulled out several different colored spray cans.

Shaking several of them up, she dashed all over the statue, bright colored clouds covering and masking her. When she was done, she inhaled loudly, making her belly swell with air and making two buttons on her top pop. Exhaling with gale like forces, the cloud was blown away to reveal the Overlord, only he looked more like Bozo the clown.
Several people saw this and began to laugh hysterically at the sight. Pinkie giggled as she hopped away, making several stallions and mares have slight nose bleeds from her heaving chest.

The buzzing grew only louder with the laughter.

“Seriously? Grow up, these ponies never care about you spreading laughter...they just care about themselves.”

Pinkie shook her head, a frown on her face at hearing the awfully familiar voice in her head. She shrugged it off and went about her merry way, humming happily.

OVMLP

Night in Canterlot was thrilling to some, but not to Pinkie Pie. The poor mare was tuckered out some from the massive partying she had done. She had been given a room by the two princesses in the castle so she wouldn't have to spend a night in a hotel.
Yawning, she closed the door and turned around...

“Well, well, well...look who finally showed up...”

Pinkie's eyes went wide, shooting up with a yell of surprise. She landed on the bed, eyes wide as she took in the newcomer.
She was in essence the same as Pinkie; a pink mare with three balloons for a cutie mark, but there was something...off.

One, the new Pinkie wore a black hoodie and jeans. Another was the mane and tail; Both were not poofy or curly. They were flat as a board. The final thing was the eyes showed a dull, dead expression, the vibrant blue eyes dim. The final thing was that this new pinkie was see-through.
Pinkie sat on the bed staring.

“Who...who are you?”

The other pink mare sighed in disgust.

“I'm You, dumbass.”

Pinkie could only gasp at the language used but knew that the doppelganger was in fact her. Getting off the bed, she hopped over to the ghostly clone and stared at her in fright.

“How are you here?! I...I thought...” Pinkie stammered out, getting a snort of laughter out of the clone.

“Thought you buried me away? Sorry, Pinks, but that's not enough...you can't deny me just as I can't deny you,” Not-Pinkie said, crossing her arms. “I've always been here, in the dark recesses of your mind...buried, never forgetting WHY you buried me.”

“What do you want?” Pinkie said in a frosty tone, completely out of character for herself.

Not-Pinkie looked at her bubbly counterpart with annoyance.

“Isn't it obvious?”

Pinkie's eyes went wide at the implication.

“NO! No, They won't...they'll NEVER find out alright?!”

Not-Pinkie's face turned into a scowl. She hated this, her own stubbornness at what had happened so long ago.

“How long until you admit that it's not getting better, Pinkie?! Even with Rainbow, Applejack, Flutters, and Rares being there for you when you...”

"DON'T BRING THAT UP!” Pinkie snapped.

Taking a calming breath, she smoothed her jeans out of an imaginary wrinkle.

“I just have to keep smiling and making others laugh, it'll get better."

Not-Pinkie scoffed in anger, hands in her hoodie's pockets.

"Keep telling yourself that, I'm sure one day you'll believe it. You've spent years around them and they've barely noticed anything, then Twilight came, student of the princess herself and one of the smartest ponies we know, and she's still like the others, none of them can see what hides behind that smile."

"They'll notice, I just need to give them time, then they'll help me." She stated rather lamely.

"Oh please, they've had nothing but time and the one time any of them got a real look at you, she did what she could to get that fake smile back. Loyalty, ha, hardly, that was the real you, that was your best cry for help yet, and still nothing, they just wanted Pinkie back, they got you to give up on trying again, you even said your name to her instead of that abridged cutesy one."

Pinkie looked her dark part in the eye.

"But they prefer Pinkie."

"That is not your name! Your mother, the mare that gave birth to you, named you Pinkamena. surely that has more meaning then simply what others prefer.”

Pinkie could only stare at Not-Pinkie who looked at her with righteous fury.

“Why do I even bother. You have to learn that not everyone can be made happy, Pinkie, and that you of all ponies can't hide forever...I'm always here, in your mind, heart, and soul. I. AM. YOU.”

“I AM NOT YOU!” Pinkie snapped in anger. “I AM NOT LIKE YOU, I'M NOT, I'M NOT, I'M NOT!”

Not-Pinkie snorted in annoyance.

“Face the facts! These ponies don't care about you! They only care about themselves. Yeah, you brighten their day up some, but when the day is done, you don't make a damn bit of difference...like with her,” Not-Pinkie retorted with a knowing look.

Pinkie froze at that. Of all the memories Not-Pinkie had to mention, it was that one memory that hurt the most. Tears began to trickle out as she began to relive her past, the cold, unsmiling face of her now filling her mind. Trembling, Pinkie Pie fell to the floor in a heap, curling up as her mane fell flat as the gnawing emptiness of cold despair ate away at her joy.

No matter what she did, no matter how hard she had tried, she could have never made her smile even with all her hard work, with all her obeying, and being a good girl.
It was never enough for her.

Not-Pinkie stared at the now openly bawling form of herself, the memories of the past overwhelming, her eyes glowing bright red.

OVMLP

“Ah, the taste of despair...something very traumatic must have happened to Pinkie or something for that kind reaction,” The Overlord said, putting away the now dark crystal.
He looked at the shocked Princess of Friendship, staring at the orbs in shock. He took another sip, moving his head slightly to the right as she lobbed a tea cup at him.

“Hm, watching four of your friends break before you yourself do something about it...that's a record if I ever saw one,”

Dodging another piece of china, he waved his hands and the chair that Twilight sat in restrained her, wrapping itself around her arms, wings, and legs.

“LET US GO OVERLORD, YOU SORRY SACK OF SHIT!” Twilight snarled, the sight of seeing her friends falling one by one had chipped away at her mind, several locks of hair now out of place. Seeing the normally bubbly and cheerful Pinkie Pie, crying her eyes out like a small foal had finally snapped Twilight out of her haze. She wanted

The Overlord sighed, a muzzle appearing and gagging Twilight.

“Such language from a prim and proper princess...however, we still have one more to go...and I think I'll like this one even more than the last.”

The Overlord took the final orb, much to the muffled protesting of the Princess, shaking it slightly. Letting go, it hovered to the middle of the table.

Author's Note

Hey all. Sorry for taking so damn long on this chapter. I've been having a couple of bad months. I'll try and get Fluttershy's out sometime soon, but expect it to be another long delay. Thanks all.