The Element of Chaos

Pinkie Pie was in the midst of a panic. The dance was in two hours and there were no more of her special cupcakes!!!! She had invented the sugary concoction of chocolate cookie stuffed cupcakes specifically for this party and somebody had eaten all of them! She looked at her pet alligator suspiciously. “Was it you gummy? Did you eat all my cupcakes?!” Gummy only blinked in reply. “Ugh! I knew it! Now I’ll never bake enough in time for Fall Formal! It’ll be a disaster!” She dropped to her knees and began to cry. “If only Twilight were here. She would know what to do.” The mysterious Twilight, however, was stuck on the other side of the statue and would probably never return. Pinkie hadn’t know the girl…er…pony for long, but she had been a true friend, and she missed her dearly. She wiped the tears off her face. “No point in crying over spilled cupcakes Pinkie! Time to get to work. Maybe if I call the girls for help we’ll get them done before the dance is over!”

Two hours and an outfit change later, Pinkie Pie and her friends had made it to the party on time, cupcakes baked to perfection. It was amazing what the magic of friendship was capable of, Pinkie thought, before jumping into the middle of the dance floor to dance the night away with her best friends. She was in the middle of a jive, about to do a booty bump, when suddenly she felt a tingling sensation. Someone was not having fun at the dance! That was impossible. This was a Pinkie dance! She had spent days, no, months planning it! How could anyone possibly not be having fun? She immediately took a check list and pencil from her poufy pink hair and began checking things off. Music. Check. Fun flashy dance party rave lights. Check. Balloons. Check. Confetti. Check. Streamers. Check. Yummy party food including scrumdiddlyuptious cookie stuffed cupcakes. Check. What could possibly be missing? After thumping her chin a few times with her pencil, she stuffed it and the checklist into her hair. She had to go find that unhappy person and find out what was wrong.

It didn’t take her long to find him. He was a tall, thin boy with gray hair and red eyes sitting at a table in a corner, slurping what looked like a glass of chocolate milk from a bright blue crazy straw, which was weird because they didn’t have any chocolate milk on the food table. Or crazy straws for that matter. At least, Pinkie didn’t think they did. He gazed out at the crowd of dancers with a bored expression on his face. “Hiya!” Pinkie shouted over the loud music. He slowly slid his bored gaze from the dancers to her. He looked at her bright pink and blue balloon covered party dress and smirked. “Bit festive, don’t you think?” he said.

Pinkie looked at her dress, confused. “But, it’s a party,” she replied. “Why shouldn’t it be festive?” She took out a party horn from some unseen pocket and blew confetti out of it. His smirk grew into an actual smile. Taking this as encouragement, Pinkie sat down across from him and stared at him intensely. His smile quickly faded, and he coughed awkwardly. “Sooooo?” she said after a bit.

He raised a confused eyebrow at her. “So what?” he said.

“So why aren’t you enjoying the dance?” Pinkie gestured wildly at all the dancers having fun. “Everyone else is enjoying the dance. Why aren’t you enjoying the dance? Is it the music, the streamers, the balloons, the-“ she gasped and put a hand up to her mouth in sudden horror. “It’s not the cupcakes is it?”

“My dear, dear…er,”

“It’s Pinkie Pie.”

“Pinkie Pie, thank you. It’s not your delicious cupcakes, or the colorful balloons, or the music,” he replied.

Pinkie pouted. “Then what is it?”

“It’s all of it.” He smirked when he saw her hair suddenly deflate.

“What?” she said. “A-all of it?”

“Don’t take it personally my dear,” he said reassuringly. “You did your best, I’m sure, but it’s all a bit boring, don’t you think? It’s mundane, predictable.”

“Boring? Mundane? P-predictable!” Pinkie didn’t know what to think. To call one of her parties boring was one thing. People had fun doing different things, she supposed. Maybe he didn’t like to dance. But predictable?! Why, it was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. “I’ll show you predictable!” She suddenly jumped from her chair, producing a party cannon from nowhere and shot cake and confetti in his face. “Was that predictable enough for you?!!! Did you not see a giant freaking party cannon shooting cake in your face coming?!” By this point, all the other party-goers had stopped what they were doing to stare at a livid flat-haired Pinkie Pie and the cake splattered boy.

“Uh…Pinkie Pie,” Applejack moved to her cautiously. She had seen Pinkie like this only a few times before, and none of them had been pleasant. “Are you okay? What exactly happened?”

Pinkie didn’t seem to hear her. “You, mister, will rue the day that you called a Pinkie Pie party predictable!” she shouted dramatically. With that, she shoved the party cannon back to wherever it had come from in the first place, and stormed out of the party. The boy, for his part, simply wiped the cake from his face with a napkin, grinning mischievously.