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once you did notice it, you couldn't forget it.
Early spring, the rain was pouring and forming large puddles across Ponyville. There were no ponies outdoors roaming the town, instead, they stayed in front of the fire to keep warm and cozy.
Despite being trusted to run the shop, Pinkie trotted upstairs and into her room. She saw the curtains across her window, and slid them open. It was still raining, but Ponyville, as usual, was beautiful to her. The town was empty, but then again, who would want to be outside enjoying this weather? But it didn't matter to Pinkie, she loved every part of Ponyville, rainy days and sunny. She opened the window to behold the better view.
The time seemed to fly past as fast as light. It had become dark and gloomy outside, and had been decided that Pinkie should go to bed. She knew she had a long day taking over the shop tomorrow, so pulled the cover over herself. She fell asleep fast, as usual.
The morning dawned, letting sunshine flow in through the window and shine on a lump in the bed cover. Underneath, laid Pinkie, dazed and barely awake, but all the same, awake. She pushed the covers off her, wincing at the sudden light. She stretched her hooves above her head. Then looking around the room. Last nights dream still echoed in her mind. Something about a scratching noise? She couldn't clearly remember, and really couldn't care less.
Last night, someone or something had scratched into her mirror the very words 'Over here'...
This was not natural, was it..? No, of course not - she was imagining it all.... or so she hoped.
The fog was still in the morning. It had covered Ponyville, though this didn't stop Pinkie from walking carefully to Twilight's Library. She wanted to talk to Twilight about it, and it was an urge to find the answer to her problems.
She burst through her door, circling the room and watching for anything. Then, it broke down in front of her, her world broke down - her sanity, or at least what was left of her sanity.. She heard it.
Don't you know where they are?
'Our little secret?' Pinkie narrowed her eyes, she couldn't see the straight maned, dull eyed Pinkie in the mirror anymore - Where had she gone?
The sun fell below the horizon swiftly that evening. Pinkie's thoughts had past time quickly by. She hadn't bothered to go to bed, or even exit her room. These past few days had gotten her thinking, she hadn't even bothered with the shop - there were bigger issues. For the time being, Pinkie would close the shop and keep it that way until Mr and Mrs. Cake returned.
What was to become of this? Was it just Pinkie's mind playing games, or was this all true, did her eyes really lie to her when she looked in the mirror?
She closed her eyes, she feared the night. It wasn't real, she didn't believe it. Her bed cover had been pulled up to her ears by the time the sounds had stopped, but she was asleep - and not thinking of sweet dreams, they were nightmares.
She woke up the next morning, still remembering the tapping. Pinkie sat up in her bed, last night's dreams again echoed in her mind, repeating the same thing. 'Over here.'
Pinkie threw the covers from over her, they landed on the floorboards as she pushed herself up, galloping downstairs. The shop was empty, as expected. The sign still said closed - good. She looked out the display window. The mist looked quite haunting.
Hey eyes drifted off over to a pony wandering in the distance. It was Twilight, heading for the shop.her or not. Pinkie didn't answer after several knocks from Twilight. She saw her ending up walking away. Pinkie opened the door when Twilight was far enough not to hear it's hinges squeaking. There was a letter left for Pinkie on the doorstep, getting damp. Pinkie scooped it up with one hoof, closed the door and put it on the counter. She hadn't bothered to read it - nor had she bothered to look at it before she walked upstairs, she had expectations in the letter. It was probably something to ask Pinkie what was the matter, and why was she acting so strange? Pinkie knew she didn't have time to worry about her friends, if only her friends would stop worrying about her for a while.
At the top of the stairs, Pinkie debated in her head whether or not to open her bedroom door. This reflection thing was beginning to drive her insane, and she didn't want to stand for it anymore.
'Didn't you invite Pinkie to come, Twilight?' Rainbow dash's voice was an eerie echo.without her.
Her reflection was still smiling
The night was dark, it was clear of fog or mist. But there were few clouds overlapping the moons shine. Pinkie was still awake, and thinking about her friends. She looked into her mirror, her dark side wasn't showing. But she could here a creepy mumbling sound around the room, which was easy to be ignored.
By morning, Pinkie had a black underline for her eyes. But she wasn't tired.
As she opened the door, she felt like breaking down and crying. What if her friends were right, and she just left like that? They would still think she was insane.
Pinkie, We are having a picnic near Sweet Apple Acres if you would like to join us. If you'd rather do other things, we'd understand completely. Hope to see you there,
Your friends.
It was final, her friends thought she was crazy and untruthful. She dropped the letter from her hooves slowly, and wandered up the stairs. She looked into the mirror, of course, it was her dark side. They both stayed silent.
Pinkie, becoming impatient, abruptly lost all her sanity, and reared herself up, smashing her hooves against the mirror. They had their hooves pressed together as the glass cracked, as lines cracked straight around the mirror.
Listen to that, the birds were tweeting. Pinkie could feel a sun beam over her cover. This felt different, was it because there was no scratching of glass, or whispers and mumbles to begin her morning? Probably, whatever it was, it was nice to have a peaceful morning, alone, with a nurse at the end of her bed, scribbling something on a clipboard. Ah yes, she closed her eyes again...wait!
She flung the covers off from over her, close to bringing tears - but she refused to cry, not now. She got up, and limped into the lavatory attached into a corner of the room. She opened the door, without waiting, stared into the mirror. She saw the dark side of her again.
'Pinkie, are you awake?' Twilight had just walked in - it was obvious she had seen her out of bed. Pinkie slowly came back into the room, and sat on the side of her bed.I saw.'
'Don't let it change you, kid.' He said, just before she had been able to gallop through the door, throwing the gown onto the bed. She briefly looked back at him, he was right, this reflection was starting to change her, the eyes, the mane, the scars, but it didn't change her friendship - it couldn't, and she wouldn't let it.
She galloped out of the hospital easily, the gown would have been a distraction, but now she blended in with the visitors. She was still new, so her face wouldn't have been recognized by the staff.
The Everfree forest was a few meters away from her position, she could see it's dark mist and fog, with branches sticking out as if there were strange creatures lurking between the tree's.
As Pinkie slowly wandered past the many overhanging branches and thorns, her mind still echoed worries and cautions. It all went silent. It may have seemed strange, but the silence was the main thing that told Pinkie she was set in the right place, it lingered on for a while - until she heard another voice.
The first time Pinkie had been even slightly startled for a while, was when she heard that clear voice. It didn't echo, it didn't mumble or nag, it was clear as daylight, and awaiting her to find it. This was the real thing, that had to be noticed..
'Over here...'
Pinkie shot round, spinning on the spot. She could only see fog.
'Over here...' This time, the voice was beginning to feel misty and echo.
She turned round again, there was more fog.
'I'm over here, Pinkie pie.'did think she was insane. But this wasn't how it ended.am you.' Her voice got quieter, and hissed, almost, towards the end.
Her reflection smiled again.
The door was thrown open, almost swinging off it's hinges as Pinkie ran up to her room in the shop. The glass pieces were still smashed, and there was only the frame left of the whole mirror. Pinkie stared into one piece of broken glass, and saw her eyes slightly brighten up to the idea.
Pinkie waited for a moment, hiding the mirror behind herself. She had puzzled the pieces back together, all except one - which seemed to be lost. It was the one that marked the word 'Over.'
'You'll be finished with.' Pinkie said to her. Her voice had gathered up bravery once again.
At that moment, everything had seemed to slow down for a brief moment, which gave her darker side time to look at Pinkie as she lunged aside, with confusion, then look back at the mirror - with horror. She screamed, her whole body sinking into it's reflective surface as the whole mirror glow white, igniting the room with a misty, brightest light. Pinkie covered her eyes, holding them closed.
Pinkie gasped, sitting upright in her bed. The day was here, though she could hear her heart pounding hard against her chest. She looked around the room. It was very slightly blurry, as she rubbed her eyes. She remembered everything - the mirror, the reflection, even the hospital. It felt like a dream, but that could be questioned, as it didn't fully feel right.
The last piece of the mirror, and that very one word that told her everything was over .
