While most sentient beings would scream in pure terror from being transported into an alternate universe with no idea where the hell they were or how to return, Pinkie simply looked around, taking in her surroundings with a calmness that would be abnormal of any rational sentient being, but, of course being Pinkie Pie, fuck logic.

All around her were large, bland-colored buildings that looked like nothing she had ever seen before. She appeared to be on a sidewalk along a road with a four-way intersection brimming with things she assumed were chariots. However, these chariots didn't have stallions in front pulling them. In fact, as Pinkie observed her surroundings, she saw no other ponies at all.

As she continued her observation of wherever the hell she was, she realized there were two things she hadn't even noticed until now. One, she and her surroundings weren't flat. Everything seemed to be bulging out at her, and points seemed to be pointier than normal.

Two, this wasn't a world for ponies. She saw strange creatures with different shades of skin, from almost pink like Pinkie to an orangy shade of color, and a few brownish-black creatures. Whatever fur they had seemed to be limited to their spherical heads, though some had it longer, reaching down their shoulders. They were walking on two feet like Discord, but their limbs were unlike anything she knew of. The two limbs on top of their bodies somewhat looked like griffon claws, but not as sharp. She couldn't see their feet, because they all seemed to wear shoes of different kinds and colors.

She was lost in thought, and didn't see the two creatures approaching from her right side. However, she did feel them touching her flank around her cutie mark. She wheeled around, ready to yell at the offenders, but instead froze in terror.

The creatures she faced were massive, at least as tall as Princess Celestia, if not larger. One was wearing a red hat and... she had no idea what to call the rest of what he was wearing. The other conveniently wasn't wearing a hat so the author, being the genius he is, called them the one with the red hat and the one without a hat. They seemed groggy for some unknown reason, but were VERY interested in her cutie mark.

"Duuuuuuuuuuude, look, it's a pony...," the one with the red hat said, examining her body. "hehehehe, hey, look at this Nick, she has a tattoo of balloons on her ass." He grabbed her rear and turned it to face the one without a hat, named Nick that has been established in the story but the author refuses to use in order to continue a terrible fucking joke that should've been taken out of its misery like Old Yeller. Too far? Oh well, too late now.

"Woooooooooowww, it IS a pony...," The one replied without a hat, who then looked at her flank as his friend directed. "Well whaddya know, she does have a tattoo on her ass!" He then rose over her, and lowered himself onto her back. "Giddyup, horsie!" He said stupidly, laughing like an idiot along with the one with the red hat at his own stupid joke.

Pinkie however had had enough and was angry enough to forget her initial terror.

"Hey, get the fuck off my back! I didn't say I'd give you a piggyback ride!" Pinkie yelled with anger uncharacteristic of her voice. However, the creature didn't get off. He just looked at the one with the red hat in confusion.

"Hey Troy, did this pony just fuckin' talk or was that the weed?" The one with the red hat simply looked as confused as he was. Neither of them expected what happened next.

Pinkie was fed up with this bullshit, and charged forward suddenly with the one without a hat still on her back. She felt him grip onto her neck as best as he could, but it wasn't good enough. After a small amount of time of running, she suddenly halted, flipping him directly over her head and landing on the pavement with a crack and thud. He screamed in agony for a second, but was quickly silenced by a pink hoof to the skull, causing a 1-hit K.O. by the pink fluffball.

She smirked in victory, but only for a moment as she heard footsteps behind her belonging to the one with the red hat. She turned to look the opposite direction of the footsteps, closed her eyes, and focused on her hind legs and ears. With determination and patience, she waited for the right moment. After what seemed like an eternity, she bucked with all her might, and connected. With his coconuts. Every man reading this story should now be thankful for not being kicked in the nuts by a horse. He fell to the ground and didn't get back up.

As soon as she finished up the second baddie, she noticed something curious that wasn't there before. in the right corner of her vision was a light up star along with 4 blackened out ones. She tried to center her vision on it, but no matter what she tried, the stars remained. Then, a gruff voice called out.

"Freeze!"

As Pinkie turned towards the voice, she saw two creatures in what appeared to be a uniform of some kind. They were both about the size of the last creatures she just fought, but these two seemed far less idiotic. The nametags on their respective uniforms read "Jones" and "Davis." Insert picture of the doge with the words "much creativity, such originality, many great original names, wow." Why imagine it instead of me actually putting in the work and doing it myself? What do you take me for, a hard-worker?

Of course, Pinkie didn't listen. She turned tail and ran down the sidewalk towards the four-way intersection without any plan in mind. the creatures didn't follow on foot though, instead turning and running to a chariot with the words "Los Santos Police" painted on each side. It quickly started up, and they began their pursuit of the outlaw pink pony.

Actually, why'd the police chase after Pinkie, or do anything for that matter? Why didn't they call animal control? Then again, does Los Santos even have animal control? Wait, am I seriously questioning a universe's logic where an old white guy, an equally old redneck, and a black man that makes his living by illegally stealing cars (seriously, is it just me or is that rascist?) are super-criminal masterminds. Well, not masterminds, because a brainy shut-in no life makes every single plan with no outside help, but still...

Then again, if you're reading this, you probably want me to continue the story and shut the fuck up. Well, what if I don't wanna? What if I just wanna sit and talk about something else for the rest of the story? Maybe I should just quit as an author. At least as a comedy writer. I obviously suck. How many times have I actually made you laugh? Even this joke is old as fuck. I literally stole this idea from the Family Guy: Star Wars parodies and tried to include it in, The author/narrator talking to the readers. Seriously, should I continue with this stupid gag or what?

*Sigh* Just... whatever. I'm continuing the story, quit your bitching and moaning.

As Pinkie continued her run from the police she noticed that now there were 2 lit stars and 3 darkened stars in the right corner of her vision. She wondered when that happened when she ran into a fruit stand, knocking it over and spilling apples, oranges, and watermelons. Recovering from the fall and realizing how long it had been since she last ate, she quickly picked up an apple and ate it whole in one gulp without chewing, essentially flipping off every known researcher of pony anatomy with the action as she continued her escape from the police, who were right on her ass due to the stand.

She wasn't getting anywhere like this, so she decided to try a different method. She ran towards the road and jumped, landing on top of a small red carriage with a thud. The creatures inside seemed shocked at the sudden appearance by a pink pony, but before they could attempt anything, the mare was long gone, already on top of an adjacent carriage and preparing to leap again.

After finally reaching the end of the shitty traffic that was an original occurence in Los Santos, she looked back to see how close her pursuers were while starting a slow walking pace to recover from running so endlessly. That walking pace became a speed powered by sheer adrenaline-powered terror that would have made Rainbow Dash look like a fat kid with asthma in a race.

The traffic hadn't slowed the police at all, because the police didn't stop. Any pedestrian carriages that were unlucky enough to be in the path of destruction were completely bulldozed out of the way, including some that seemingly should have been impossible to force-move, being almost double size of the polices'.

They had become the Devil's personal army of hell on wheels, accelerating to dangerous speeds and crushing anything that interfered in their chase, including a family of ducks that were crossing the street.

The mother and 2 of her babies were victimized with sets of tire marks trailing their bodies, leaving 2 normal baby ducklings and an extremely ugly duckling alone in the street intersection, surrounded by ongoing traffic that didn't seem to notice the tragedy.

"M-M-Mo-Mommy?" One duckling managed to say, all three trembling with tears in their eyes. None were sure what to do in this situation until the other "normal" duckling broke down completely.

"Nooooooooo!" the duckling screamed and suddenly ran directly into the traffic's path. a moment later, the duckling's body was flattened just like the others.

The first duckling quickly and foolishly ran to his brother's side, trying to save him. He realized his mistake too late however, and with a yell that was silenced quickly by a thump, he too fell victim to the terrible monster that is traffic.

The ugly duckling just sat in silence with tears streaming down his face, looking from body to body of his now deceased family. He finally found the words to say after minutes of thought. He looked to the largest duck among the corpses, and began to speak.

"M-M-Mom," He stuttered, his emotions making it hard for him to speak. "You were always a bitch." He finally finished, sobbing, destroying any possibility of emotional build-up inside the reader and making sure they remember that this isn't a tear-dropping, heart-clenching, pansy-wansy feels story but a terrible comedy made by a soulless author with no consideration of other's feelings. No, this isn't George R. R. Martin's secret Fimfiction account. It couldn't be; we're two chapters in and there hasn't been a sex scene yet. Well actually, there was the forementioned giant bath tub party...

As the author continued his stupid rambling once again, you could almost feel the reader bitch-slapping him to get him back to the story. Yes, reread that last sentence. Does it seem weird when you actually break it down and think about it, word by word? It should; I said you and the reader as if they were two different people.

PLOT TWIST! This story's main character isn't Pinkie or the narrator/author; it's a reader reading a story about Pinkie Pie and a fourth wall-breaking author! What you're reading is what is actually being read by the reader who is reading this story and just got to this part and is now currently reading this word for word, creating one hell of a somewhat mind-boggling paradox.

Well, not exactly a paradox. It doesn't actually contradict itself in anyway, so by definition it isn't in any way a paradox. It's just an endless chain of events. If you don't get why this is an endless chain of events right away, don't worry about it; it just means that your brain isn't suicidal and doesn't want to explode.

Seriously though, if you don't understand this at all and want to get the "joke", either read about it in the comments for this chapter as I'm sure that eventually someone will end up explaining it there, or PM me and I'll try my best to explain. Now continuing the story where we left off.

"And you guys...," The ugly duckling stopped, looking at each of the smaller, flattened forms on the ground. "You guys were always complete assholes. Well, basically what I'm trying to say is...," The ugly duckling continued, but choked up. Finally regaining his composure, he continued once more.

"I hope you enjoy an eternity in hell, you fucking assholes." He finished, a small smile forming on his face. Suddenly he felt a tingly sensation, then burst into flames.

The flames extinguished quickly however, and what was a small, ugly duckling was now a full-grown fiery-red feathered swan.

"What the hell!?" The new swan exclaimed, with a voice much deeper and sensual than his usual annoyingly squeaky voice. He ended up flapping his wings on accident, which he tested quickly and learned to fly in minutes. Once he thought he learned to fly well enough, he returned to the family of corpses one last time.

"Fuck this shitty dead family, I'm goin' to da club and findin' some bitches and make my own damn family." With that, he pulled out and put on a pair of sunglasses from seemingly nowhere and flew off into the sunset, even though it was only about 3 o' clock.

Now with 4 shining stars and 1 pitch-black star in her vision, Pinkie was being chased by more carriages than she could count and 2 flying black carriages that seemingly came from nowhere. They were also throwing things really fast, so fast she couldn't see whatever it was until it hit the ground.

She didn't stop though. She ran with as much energy as she could, her usually boundless energy starting to reach its peak with every passing minute, the sound of the flying carriages' wings and ground carriages' tires reminding her of the imminent danger behind her. She had ran so far that she ended up leading the chase into a desert.

This continued on for a few minutes before she realized something. The noise; it was slowly getting quieter. She didn't want to look back in fear of it just being her imagination and seeing them directly behind her, but over time her curiosity got the better of her, and she looked back.

The carriages weren't gone, land or air, but they were...slower? They were obviously still chasing her, but weren't going top speed anymore, just going fast enough to keep her in sight. That's when she became aware of the change and her heart dropped.

Top-right corner, 5 white stars of death glowed with no sign of going back to their original shade of black. She didn't want to stop for even a second with the flashing stars warning her of something worse, but with the carriages' so far back she quickly ducked behind a rock, hoping to get a quick breather.

With a huff and a puff she regained some energy and peeked over the rock to see how close her pursueers were. They were getting close, which was enough to get her ready to run when a sudden explosion beside her knocked her off her hooves and onto the sandy ground below her.

She raised up to her feet and looked up to see the creator of the destruction. Her eyes widened at the machine before her. It was huge, at least as big as an Ursa Minor, made of plated dark-green metal with a large dome thing on top and a long pole with a hole at the end, and was currently aiming where the last explosion had occurred. Then it turned, aiming at her.

Will Pinkie survive her first encounter with a tank? Will she return home in time and in one piece for Dinky's party? Will someone end up falling in love so I can make terrible dirty jokes? Eh, probably not. Which question did I just answer? Find out next time in... PINKIE. DISCOVERS. BUBBLES!

"Hey! That's my thing!" A pissed off looking canadian screamed from the author's computer screen, alongside a couple of lawyers.

Goddamnit.

Author's Note

Special thanks to Silverlinings for editing, and Pegasi Bob for suggestions of future universes.
Name the universe/references, get a cookie!
Universes confirmed in the future(not neccessarily in this order): Jimmy Neutron, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Halloween series, The Fairly Odd Parents, Call of Duty "Multiplayer"(trust me, a lot funnier than you think)
Possible Universes: Spongebob, Doctor Who, Breaking Bad, Saw, Forrest Gump, Bioshock(Rapture)
This chapter had Pinkie only explore 1 universe(not even completely 1), which is shown in parentheses in the title. In later chapters Pinkie might explore 1, 2, or even 3 universes in one chapter(possibly more if deemed appropriate), OR Pinkie might end up in so much shit that a single universe takes up 2 chapters, like this chapter(don't worry, cliffhangers will be prepared extra cheesy with a side of nachos).