Friendship and Secrets

Friendship  and Secrets

Chapter 2: Pinkie Pie

Hmm, seems like the author’s away. . . . Good, let’s get this party started.

Yesterday was the bestest party EVER. Hmm, maybe second best or third, but definitely in the top three.

I mean, what was not to like, all of my friends were there, we had a Piñata, pin the Pony on the tail (poor Twilight, maybe she can sit again tonight), then I opened the fridge and when we peaked inside, we were suddenly on this crazy party, where there were only those really strange ponies, (Or were they even ponies? I mean one of them had like 8 legs.) were around and  they had the weirdest drinks. One of them, nice guy that Zaphod, gave me a drink that whacked my brain out with a gold bar wrapped in lemon slices. Luckily I was able to swallow it back down, before it hit the floor. That would have been a mess. Oh, and while I am at messes, he invited us onto his strange shiny carriage, where he gave us these special sugar cubes, that we tasted and while I didn’t notice anything unusual, except that Discord had suddenly joined us again and the others somehow became normal. I mean they started to see the screen and the viewer’s, they noticed the hidden ledges on which you can walk, handy things especially those in midair, and they were finally able to use my shortcuts.

Twilight called Celestia over to Sugarcube Corner and let me tell you, you have never been to a party until you have seen a drunk alicorn. Then we started the drinking games, Discord strangely kept winning, until we found out he was cheating. Celestia was furious and things nearly got out of hand, before I slipped Disco a Gargleblaster and all of us just had to laugh, when Disco juggled his brain, the gold bar and the lemon at the same time. Shortly after that, Fluttershy fell asleep, Applejack and Dashie wrestled in the remains of a cake, with Rarity passed out on the sideline, as she had taken the big part of the splash. When I had tucked Fluttershy into bed, I called Surprise over, we woke Rarity and gave her a really strong drink. Then we had a last drink, before calling it a day. Rarity was too drunk to care about her Mane or coat, so she was able to head home, with Applejack’s help, without fainting. Dashie was too smashed to fly anymore, so she staggered to the library, together with Twilight, Discord and Celestia. All four of them wanted to go to cabterlot today, so that was convenient. Still, those four were not finished with the night, I had listened to their plans and they wanted to –

PINKIE!

Oh, hi Jiray.

I thought you didn’t want to narrate a Chapter.

Yeah, right. But honestly your Account of the party was not all of it, you forgot Discord for ex-

I was there, and there was not a paw of Discord to be seen.

No, he was there! I mean we all saw him!

Pinkie, you and the others got some strange drug from Zaphod. Later you slipped Princess Celestia some. I don’t know what it was, but I want some of it.

Oh, but that means that Dashie, Celestia and Twilight-

No details! I want to keep this things age rating low. Also, what happened to my already written description of the Party?

It was boring, so I deleted it.

WHAT?

Come on, you know that your writing sucks.

*Sigh* Can we please get back to the story?

Okie-dokie-lokie.

Finally!

Fluttershy stirred uneasily under Pinkie’s blankets. Her pink mane, which had bewitched a certain germane photographer, was a mess. It was all tangled up, with bits of cake frosting, potato chips and other substances that best remain unnamed. It was tangled up within itself and around the yellow mare. The party pony warmly looked upon her shy friend with her right eye, her left one hidden by her straight pink mane.

Not very long after Pinkie had left to clean up after the party and grab a few drinks at the party in the fridge-

Seriously, those ponies know how to party.

Pinkie, I don’t think the Cakes will appreciate that the shortcut to the never-ending-party is in their fridge. So please fix that!

Fine, but you owe me a gargleblaster!

I can give you a hellfire, that’s the most spiced drink I can make.

Oooohhh, whats in it, tell me, tell me, tell me!

It’s nothing spectacular, just Straw-Rum with grinded Habaneros, canned in it for half a year, with lots of caffeine and a little adrenaline.

Mmmmhhh, sounds delicious. Tonight?

Only if you don’t mind watching Game of Thrones.

Winter is coming.

Ahem, back to the story.

Not very long after Pinkie had left to clean up after the party and grab a few last drinks in the fridge before closing the portal, the pegasus woke up. Yawning and stretching her cramped wings, she got out of bed and tumbled to Pinkie’s restroom. Automatically she grabbed her toothbrush glove and began her morning routine.

An hour later, she had finally managed to tame her hair and went down for breakfast. She remembered Dash’s tips for flight training and fluttered down the stairs, expecting a serious mess of bottles, lemons and flamingoes, yet when she took the last turn the room was halfway through tidying. There were no bottles, no body pillows and not a single pink feather. The only thing left from the party was the big metal spike statue.

Where did that even come from?

She squinted, there were still small bloodstains on it to be seen.

Looking around she noticed that the resident pink baker was nowhere to be seen, so she called out just as loud as she would cheer for Rainbow Dash:

“Uhm, Pinkie? I know the bakery is closed on Tuesday, so the Cakes are away, but uhm... Oh get a grip Fluttershy!”

After clearing her throat she tried again, but much louder (meaning normal speaking volume for everypony else):

“Pinkie, where are you?”

A light grumbling noise came from the kitchen, sounding just like after the Baked Bads incident. She followed the noise.

The kitchen was a mess, parts of the cake were still everywhere; glass splinters, confetti and a surprising amount of lemons and gold bars were on the floor. Just in front of the fridge lay the pink pastry chef.

Fluttershy drew her breath when she saw the straightened mane, a perfect marker for Pinkie’s lost sanity, and began looking for escape routes, before she remembered that there was no escaping Pinkie. Swallowing hard, she hovered towards her friend.

“Pinkie, is everything alright?”

“Fluttershy, can I ask you something?”

“Yes?”

“Do you remember what Dash told you after you returned from the Butterfly migration?”

“Of course I do! I still owe her for that.”

“Good... Do you remember Applejack’s remark at the whole affair?”

“Uhm...” she paused, but no matter how hard she tried, she didn’t even remember if Applejack

had been there at all. “I have to pass.”

“‘Cosarn it, ah bet it wasn’t the flyin’ kind o’ buttahflies, she was watchin’.’ ”

“What did she mean by tha- Oh.” The yellow mare blushed.

“Exactly.”

Fluttershy stared at her own hoofs, “Well, at least I know by now, that this isn’t true. Dash and I went to flight school together. She did experiment there and found out that she didn’t ‘like’ mares or rather griffins that way.”

“Huh, who would’ve thought? Well, just another useless thing I’ll never forget.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I said.”

“You don’t forget anything?”

“Ding-Dong, we have a winner.”

“But that’s great! I mean you don’t have to write shopping lists, or worry about forgetting to get a friend a present, or-“

“Forget any embarrassing thing I ever did, or the times I was mean, or when others were mean.”

There was something different about Pinkie. Normally she would be rambling about anything that crossed her mind, or have strange thought trains nopony else could follow and she would always have a bubbly, cheerful demeanor.

Normally.

But not this time.

“You look surprised, but you already saw me in a similar state once. I was only a few hours away of reenacting Cupcakes.”

The way Pinkamena spoke the last, quite innocent word, send shivers down her spine and made her wing joints ache, although she had no idea why. She decided not to pursue the topic.

“What do you mean with state?”

The pink baker didn’t answer.

“I don’t want to stick my muzzle into things I have no right to, but you’re different than usual.”

Still nothing.

“Please, I just want to help.”

The apprentice baker sighted, and looked her dead in the eye. It was a unique sensation, kinda like what her Stare must be like, only the look didn’t incite fear, but rather sadness.

“When some ponies drink, they try to forget. I am one of them. It works if I drink enough, but it has an interesting effect.”

“What do you mean?”

“I become sane again.”

“Huh?”

“I have a true photographic memory, I literally always remember anything. Have you ever wondered, why I could ramble on and on, without pause? It’s less a blessing and more a curse. Just the same as my useless talent."

She spit in disgust.

“If I start to remember too much, which is practically whenever I’m sober, my mind goes into a state, that I call my happy place. I go slightly insane, by making everypony happy, being constantly happy, jumpy and ... well, being Pinkie.

“Do you know that I envy the rest of you? You can be yourself at all times, with all of your memories. You don’t have to go insane to function in society. For me the choice is being happy or being myself.”

She started sobbing, not the usual, waterfall-like, completely over the top crying, but a soft, quiet wail.

Oh, what do I do? Nasty Fluttershy did quite a number on her, so how do I fix this?

"Uhm, think about it for a minute and you'll see that it isn't that bad."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember the party after we defeated Nightmare Moon? Or the party you prepared for Gilda? Then there was that day in Cloudsdale. Oh and don't forget the party you threw for Dash and me, when we met!"

"Really, 'don't forget'?"

"You know what I mean. Those are also moments you won't forget. You don't just remember your bad times forever, but also the best times of your life."

Pinkie pondered that for a while, before -POOF!- her mane sprung back to normal.

“Thanks, I completeletely forgot about that.”

“Well Pinkie, now that you’re back on your hoofs, do you know what this calls for?”

“Yes, A PARTY!!!!! ... But not today. Today's a day for memories."

End of Chapter 2