The Strange Case of Dr. Pinkie and Miss Pie
"Pinkie, this has gone on for far too long. We've given you five years. Five years to get this potion done! But what progress have you made? None! Absolutely none!" Mr. Cake shouted. Pinkie externally flinched, and took a few steps back.
"B-but Mr. Cake, I have made progress! Lots! And I'm so close, I just know it!" She attempted to sound optimistic, but she knew where this conversation was headed. Mr. Cake sighed, and slowly began to pace back and forth.
"Look, Pinkie, I know how much this means to you, but I think this foalish dream needs to end. You've completely stopped doing any work around here, leaving it all to Mrs. Cake and I. And now that we've got the twins, it's incredibly draining on us. As much as it pains me to say this, if you don't start earning your keep, we're going to find someone else to occupy the upstairs. Someone who actually works." He said quietly. Pinkie closed her eyes and bit her lip.
"Alright, Mr. Cake. Let me just go clean up my room a bit, and I'll be back down here for work." She spoke slowly, and lowered her head in defeat. Mr. Cake seemed to smile a bit at this, and said,
"I'm glad you're finally seeing it my way." He then walked off, leaving Pinkie alone. When he was gone, Pinkie raced up to her room without a moment wasted.
I've probably only got about ten minutes before he starts to suspect anything, so I've gotta make this quick. Pinkie thought, and got to work. She seated herself at her 'Table of Science', as she liked to call it, and began to review her notes. It's not that I've got the wrong ingrediants, I just haven't got the amounts right. Hmm... Maybe if I just add a little more Wonderflonium. She picked up a vial that read Do Not Bounce, and poured it into a light blue mixture. It sizzled as it mixed with the Wonderflonium, and began to emit steam. An odd stench burned her nose, which resembled that of dirty aquarium water and a hint of bleach. But the smell faded as fast as it appeared, and the once blue mixture swirled into a lime green. This was it. This was what was going to put her name in the history books. She quickly jotted down the new amount of Wonderflonium, and began to take notes.
"Interesting color change- probably due to the change in Ph levels... Abnormal radiation levels... Emits steam... This all spells out success!" She exclaimed, and poured a few drops of the strange concoction into a shot glass. Of course she had no problem experimenting on herself. After all, it was a previous test that gave the bubbly mare her Pinkie Sense.
Well, this is it. She thought. "When I look back, I will always recall..." She whispered to herself. "Moment for moment..." She began to crescendo, "This was the moment. The greatest moment of...Them...All!" She quickly chugged down the glass of liquid. It left the most vile taste on her tongue, but she knew that in the end it would all be worth it. This was what would bring the earth ponies to glory. No, it would not give them wings or a horn, but it would bring out their inner magic, letting them wield it just as the unicorns do. Pinkie suddenly began to feel ill, and snatched the pencil and notebook off of her desk. "Feeling nauseous and... Oh, lightheaded. Beginning to feel a- AH- burning in the chest! Spine tingling... Head...Spinning- AGH!" That was all she could write, before darkness overcame her.
The Strange Case of Dr. Pinkie and Miss Pie
Pinkamena opened her eyes- yes, HER eyes- to a whole new world. A world with light and color, which was quite an upgrade from the depths of Pinkie's subconscious. Oh, Pinkie.... She thought angrily. How she loathed that awful, pathetic excuse for a living creature. I should have been the dominant one. Not her, ME! Pinkamena's head was a whirlwind of emotions, but she realized she needed to pull herself together. She glanced around at her surroundings, and realized she recognized this place from Pinkie's memories. It was her sleeping quarters, if you could call it that. It was more like a mad scientist's evil lair, which it more or less was. Pinkamena shuddered at the memories of what went on here. She felt everything Pinkie felt, and so much pain had been endured here, due to those tests that didn't quite go as planned.
Pinkamena decided she needed to get out of that infernal room, and get some fresh air. Now that was something she had never experienced. She only knew of it through Pinkie's memories and recalled that her counterpart had viewed it as a pleasant experience. She opened the bedroom door, and it loudly creaked on its hinges. Pinkamena slowly walked down the hallway, taking note of all the pictures hung up on the walls. They were of the Cakes, and in each and every one they all looked happy. And it disgusted Pinkamena. It enraged her. It made her furious that these incompetent fools got to experience such pleasantness when all Pinkamena got was the dark the cold. Nevertheless, she walked on, pushing aside those feelings for a later point in time.
As she trotted down the stairs, she saw her reflection in a small mirror hanging on the wall. While she could be mistaken for Pinkie's identical twin, they still had their differences. Pinkamena's mane, tail, and coat were a slightly darker shade of pink, and her mane and tail were completely straight, compared to Pinkie's huge curls. The strangest thing though, was that Pinkamena's eyes were green, when Pinkie's were blue. This is especially odd because they both share a body. Finally, she reached the bottom of the stairs and entered the kitchen, there, she saw an orange stallion putting a tray of globs of cookie dough in the oven. Pinkamena recognized this pony. It was Mr. Cake, Pinkie's employer. He suddenly noticed her standing there, and smiled.
"Why hello Pinkie, glad to see you decided to join us. Oh, uh, wow. That's an interesting new look. Are you using colored contacts?" Mr. Cake asked.
"Why yes, yes I am. I'm glad you noticed. I thought I'd try this look out and see how it fits me. I quite like it." Pinkamena said smoothly. Suddenly, Mrs. Cake walked in.
"Oh, hi Pinkie... Um, you don't happen to be going- er- goth, do you? Because your certainly sporting the look quite well." Goth? Pinkamena almost felt offended.
"I'll have you know I'm not goth, nor will I ever be. It is simply as Mr. Cake said before, it is a new look." Pinkamena stated. Mr. and Mrs. Cake shared a look.
"Well, perhaps you need some fresh air. Hopefully that will get rid of whatever demon possessed you..." Mrs. Cake muttered that last part to herself, but Pinkamena still over heard it.
"Yes, fresh air, I would like that very much." Pinkie said, and headed for the door. When the Cakes thought she was out of earshot, Cupcake muttered, "we are not letting her back near the twins." Pinkamena only chuckled.
