Above Eagles

    What kind of house-carousel hybrid is this place?

    It was as if a beauty pageant and household cottage got together one night and made do like there was no tomorrow. The atmosphere smelt of rare perfume, fresh fabrics, and raw amiability. While the outside took after its boutique parent, the interior was an even mix between the two. The entire house was different shades of purple and pink (is that a thing here?), and I desperately hoped the guest room was adopted.

    The living room, or what I assumed it to be, was circular. Several mannequins were lined up on the curved wall, some hosting flamboyant designs of Rarity's beautacious creativity, as if she would come back for the survivors. But for now, they were butt naked. Surrounding each of the mannequins lay at least five rolls of string or fabric each, a few pins, and the occasional crumbled up paper. A large, fancy mirror made up a good portion of the wall to my right, and sticky notes dominated the glass to a gory submission. A circular carpet, purple in color (*sigh*), was laid in the center of the room to soften the weight of a tall wardrobe, brown and yellow making up its details. Oblivious to all of this was a staircase to my left, leading up to an unknown place.

    "I do apologize for the mess," Rarity was saying as she peered from over my shoulder. "I told Sweetie Belle to tidy up the place while I was gone. Well, you know how little fillies are... Come to think of it, I guess you don't, considering your state."

    "Yeah, thank Lesbian Mane for telling you that," I wanted to say. Instead, I nodded, stepping slowly into the house. This was my first time in an actual home, or at least, a half of one.

    "Do you admire it?" Rarity questioned from behind.

    I gave a nod, sparing the generous unicorn's feelings. "Yeah, I like it."

    "Excellent!" she exclaimed, trotting in front of me. "I had a few arrangements in order, but if you're comfortable as it is, I'll be sure to cancel them beforehoof." I slapped myself telekinetically when she wasn't looking. Rarity tapped her chin with a snow white hoof. "Sweetie Belle has been begging me for a chance to see you, Andrew. Do you mind if I call her down?"

    I gestured a nonchalant "sure." Rarity smiled, before trotting to the staircase at my left, and making her way up to it. "Sweetie Belle," she sang gleefully. I glanced up her way as she disappeared behind the corner, calling out for her younger sister, before trotting into the Carousel Boutique's main area. It was large for a humble boutique. Not saying that I've had any experience with boutiques in my day, but something tells me they're about the same size as an average house. Which I also have minimal experience with. "Sweetie Belle, Andrew is here, and-- oh, my Celestia, what have you done?!"

    I think I have minimal experience with sisterhood now.

"No, no, NO! This shade of brown should only be used for accents! Do you know how long I've been working on this?! Sweetie Belle, put that paint brush down! Now!"

    There was some shuffling, followed by begrudged groaning from a noticeably higher-pitched voice. I started to kick my hoof awkwardly, and after a few glances around, I used my talent to levitate a spare needle over to my face. I peered at it, and soon found myself admiring the sharpness of the needle.

    It was then I remembered my third rule: no using it in public. ...Was this place what I'd consider public? It was a house, but it was also a shop. Still, considering Rarity's want for me to get out during work hours leans more towards private. ...Well, I guess I can consider this place levitation-friendly when my unicorn host wasn't pushing me out the door.

    Muffled footsteps derived my focus from the needle. I looked down to see a snow white chinchilla cat just in front of me, its eyes wide with curiosity. I figured this was Opalescence, the household cat of Rarity's. For a while, we stood there, and no move for first introductions were made. She wore a purple (for Celestia's sake...) necklace that showed off a slightly ostentatious blue emerald in the middle of the strap, with two smaller diamonds on each side. A light purple ribbon held the hair on her head in a tight bunch, almost looking like a tree sprout on her noggin. Pale yellow eyes peered up at me almost premeditatedly. She had a long face, almost football-shaped, and her mouth was angled down in an aloof frown.

    I was the first to break the ice.

    After kneeling down and sitting on my rump so my lower hooves were bent, I was on her level. Opal seemed to notice, and her thick fur almost made her look like she quickly slithered my direction. When Opalescence was within range, I extended a hoof, and she smelt it. She didn't purr, though, only smelt. A bemused look appeared on her face.

    Hoofsteps lead me from my developing trance. I flicked the needle across the room and stood up, Opalescence staying put in front of me. Rarity, meanwhile, peered out from the staircase and smiled. She had an innocent visage on, and...

    ...Is that a trick? It sure feels like it. Otherwise, why would my face suddenly be burning right now?

    "One moment, please," she susurrated pleasantly. Her head went back to behind the wall. There was a few seconds of silence before Rarity's sister came trotting from the corner.

    She was a small filly, having a snow white coat much resembling her older sibling's. I could tell it was padded and combed vigorously just moments ago, although that could easily come from her siisterhood with the equally matted unicorn standing just beside her. A purple and pink, curly mane and tail adorned her body while green eyes peered up at me, a tinge of truculence peircing through her eyes. She was butt-tattooless.

    "...Hi," she greeted simply. I waved my hoof a little. Was she really the filly that wanted to see me? Things seemed pretty dead around her.

    "Sweetie Belle is familiar with how you came to," Rarity explained. I nodded, figuring how witnessing a pony being dragged through a forest with a bloody hole through his chest and back, leaving a trail of blood like the main character of some modern FPS, could really put a slight dent in the enthusiasm of meeting them. "But, Sweetie, remember how much you wanted to make sure he was alright?" Sweetie glanced up to her sister. Rarity, meanwhile, gestured at me, looking at the wound on my chest.

    I blinked with slight rile, before puffing out said part of my body. Sweetie Belle looked back at me, and saw the stitches. "It's not as bad as you'd think," I said nonheartedly.

    Sweetie Belle's eyes were glued to my chest. She stared, seemingly for minutes, before Rarity put a hoof on her shoulder. "Sweetie Belle," she began. "I think--"

    "I need to do some things," Sweetie Belle inturrupted, before pushing past Rarity and dashing back up the stairs.

    I gave Rarity a knowing look. "Did she ever really want to see me?"

    "Yes, she did," Rarity answered, sighing. "I suppose your injuries might have shocked her. No matter. Give her a few days, and I'm sure she'll warm up to you." The white unicorn noticed her pet beside me. "Oh, I see you've met Opalescence! I hope she hasn't bothered you much." Rarity gave a gesture to the cat, and Opal let out an annoyed growl before making her way to the unicorn's side. "She can be quite unfriendly to visiting ponies."

    I bit my lip.

    Rarity peered at the boutique which had suddenly appeared around her. Her ears slowly flattened to her skull, and her eyes slowly widened, as if she was only currently realizing her errors. "...Once again, truly sorry about the mess. I did tell Sweetie to..." She pouted. "There really is no way I can play this off, it seems. Would you like a brief tour of the house?"

    Rarity was in enough embarrassment as it was. I nodded, and that encouraged a grateful smile from the mare. She started trotting forward, gesturing with a nod of her head for me to follow. With a brief glance at a place where little colts would get slapped for, I followed.

    The days are blurring.

    The calendar flings me across its long and expansive grid of a surface, and the black lines seem just as thick as the white interiors. I see the days pass, then the weeks, then the hours. I'm fidgeting back and forth in early December, on a thin line, fifty feet from the spikes littering the floor. The expanse of a gigantic, Hellish red curtain is all I see from up to down, and the thin line I was balancing on stretched out for as far as I could see horizontally. I was in my natural state now; I was a human.

"For years, humans and ponies everywhere have been mistified by the concept of balance," said a young, optimistic voice from beyond the curtain. I tried focusing on the noise, but my brain instantly refused to listen to anything I had to say. Still, his voice penetrated my hearing, and my heart. That voice was familiar. "What is balance, exactly? No, not the physical balance of standing on a small surface, but mental balance? That unheard of state of mental stability, when a pony, *or human,** can spend days on that tight rope, all the while becoming calmer and saner?"* The crowd hissed at the mention of the word "sane" as if it was a hideous swear. "That position of mind, when we can see straight, and we make rational decisions-- decisions we won't regret for the rest of our lives; the ones which we come out to like instead of hate!"

    I knew that voice. I knew the person with that voice. What was his name?

    The realization was just out of reach, tantalizingly close in every aspect, and angering me to no end.

"Fillies and colts, boys and girls, ladies and gentlecolts, and gentlemen.--" The crowd grew silent at his drawling. "--May I present to you the main event of the evening. The human-pony hybrid. The telekinetic sane one. The person-stallion who took down the tyrant queen and tumbled her castle to the bottom of the mountain, Mr. Andrew Detmer."

    I heard faint booms. They were quiet and far off, yet I knew their pattern. One of the tyrants of sound bumped into hearing, then three seconds were spent in dead silence, then another boom. It kept tenacious to the rythym:

Boom... boom... boom...

    I saw gentle shifting in the red curtain, swaying back and forth gently. The sound kept coming, the beat kept persisting, until it grew loud in volume. It turned out to be the curtain's folds crashing into each other, gathering to make a bigger and bigger cylinder of heavy cloth. The tumultuous sliding of the racked cloth raced to me, and suddenly, I felt scared, for there were people and ponies beyond the curtain. The glimpses I saw told me that no seats adorned the endless theater of countless participants; it was just a transparently white mist gathered in a dark red building, full of people and ponies alike. The ones who caught glimpses of me glued their eyes on my body, and I shrunk.

    The curtain shot past me. Now, I could not escape. Everybody/pony had a perfect sight of me.

    And they were all staring.

    Nobody/pony moved, and all was silent. They only stared. I felt the entire population of two worlds' collective stare, all on my tiny, pathetic body. Every inch of myself was being bombarded with glares, peers, and neutral looks. All were equally terrifying.

    Then, they started laughing.

    At first, I was confused. Then, I was enraged. They were all laughing at me, on this thin line of life, upon this thin line of sanity. They laughed and laughed, pointing fingers and hooves, accusing eyes filled with tears, and mouths open in a solidly laughing state.

    "Stop it," I muttered weakly. They seemed to notice, as they only laughed harder and harder. "Stop it!"

    They kept pointing. They kept staring. They kept laughing.

    They kept angering. They kept enraging.

    They kept asking for it.

"Shut UP!" I shouted, and I used my talent to pick up two from the crowd, a mare and man, and slam them together with all my might. They were reduced to gory mush showering the ones below. Everybody/pony only laughed harder. Some held their stomachs at their exhausting efforts. Others, particularly the fat ones, started to kneel and continue their laughing, although confided to pathetic whimpering and wheezing. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" I picked up another pair. A stallion and young girl. I smashed them together, too. Again, the spray of blood and organs showered the audience below. Some of the occupants started crying, not of laughter, but during laughter. Others were on their hands and knees, and others were hugging their knees. Still, all laughed, so I attacked all. I kept smashing, crushing, and throwing the occupants of the theater, never once concerned about my balance. My kills were exact and unrelenting, and my rage was truculent. One by one the flies fell in pieces, cut in half, or decapitated; until I started killing them in threes, then fours, then fives. The laughter eventually died down as, after a brief fling of the calendar, I killed the very last pony.

    I was alone now, up here on this wire of sanity. I was shaking and crying, my vision red and my limbs spasming with pugnacious anger. I wished for more victims, but none presented themselves. Everybody/pony was dead; every last one of them. I levitated myself to the floor to get a good look at my achievement.

"You have no conviction at all," that familiar voice sounded beside me. His voice was still booming loud, as if he was still announcing to the dead occupants of the theater. I turned to see a pitch black, humanoid shadow. "It is a wonder I could ever consider you a friend, Andrew. Yet here we are. You probably don't even know if this is a dream, but I do. And I've waited a long time to see you again."

    I tilted my head.

"Look at us now. What a shithole we got ourselves into, huh? No memory for you, no body for me, and nobody for Matt. But do not worry. You will remember, sooner or later."

    There was a pause. The figure took a step forward tentatively. I didn't budge. To my surprise, his next words were full of emotion.

"...I love you, man. I know you don't recognize me, but God damn, I miss you, but you went into a place I couldn't go... Don't give in to the insanity, Andrew."

    Without warning, he started to glow blue, and electrical shocks started running up and down his visage. He started shaking, and his eyes were wide with saddened realization. He spasmed and jolted uncontrollably, and reached out a hand.

"YOU WENT INTO A PLACE I COULDN'T GO."

    My vision was engulfed in cyan as blue lightning shot at the figure, knocking me out to the sight of him dying.

    And I felt guilty.

"Gah-! Shit!!"

    Opalescence squeaked, giving the covers on my chest a firm scratch before hurling herself from the bed and dashing from the room. I stayed wide-eyed that entire time, imitating Opal's method of saying "good morning." After taking a few seconds to recover from shock, I groaned, settling back in my bed. My chest throbbed a little, although it wasn't too much pain. I laid a hoof on the wounded chest, and for a few seconds, the feeling of no heart beating was alien to me. Then, it eventually settled, and then I welcomed the stillness.

    I yawned wide before stretching. Bad idea. I instantly payed for my actions, as my chest was stretched abnormally. I cringed from the needles of pain, and yet again, took some time to recover.

    The rest of the morning was unique to me. My first wake-up not to a white ceiling and tile floors did not go by ungraciously. My first actual breakfast was two delicious waffles, topped with hot syrup and puffy whipped cream, with juicy strawberry halves sprinkled on the meal. I let my gratitude be known to Rarity again and again, after each mouth-watering bite, and after each spasm of pleasure. I never knew somepony could orgasm cause of food, but now I knew all too well. Sweetie Belle gave me an amused look, yet that was all the relationship development I got.

    It wasn't until Pinkie Pie and Applejack showed up that Rarity pushed me out the door.

    "Perfect timing, too!" she was exclaiming excitedly, looking at the clock overhead. Another trio of knocks sounded from the door behind her. "I'm just about to open. Well, I wish you luck with your first official look at Ponyville! And, please do be patient with Pinkie." Rarity pulled open the door, revealing the duo of earth ponies just outside.

    Applejack was at the helm, and when the door opened she tipped her wide Stetson hat and smiled a greeting. "Howdy, Andrew! Rarity."

    The two friends greeted each other before a poke on my rump made me jump, and Pinkie giggled from behind. "Ooh, I'm gonna have fun with that one!"

    I flicked my tail to cover the victim of her prying. "Hey, Pinkie."

    "Pinkie Pie!" Rarity gasped at her gesture. "Such audacity! Where are your manners?"

    "Manners?" Pinkie blinked. "What are those? Can you eat them?"

    Applejack giggled a little curtly, trotting to Rarity's side. "Ah'm sure he don't mind a few prods at his cutie mark spot, Rarity. Not everypony's a polite little Irene."

    "Believe me, I know," Rarity hinted, giving the two mares a look. When no other conversation was had, Pinkie continued the day's unfolding.

    "Well, Mr. Andrew," she chippered, making her way to Applejack's side. "Ready to go? We've planned out the entire tour! First, we'll head down to the Carousel Boutique, which might take a while, but then it'll be a short trot to Sugarcube Corner, then we'll head on down to the Carousel Boutique--"

    "Pinkie, how's about we just show him?" Applejack suggested with an affable smile.

    "Duly noted, but we have to plan ahead first!"

    "Ah' think I should lead."

    "Aww, but you led last time!"

    "There was never... never mind. Pinkie, you can tell him about the places we pass, and Ah'll lead. That sound good?"

    "Well, it'll ruin my plans to imply some potential illusionism, but I'll get that eventually."

    "... Andrew, ya ready t' go?"

    Rarity gave a small nod and smile out of the corner of my eye. Her two friends were patient, and only smiled so when I was slow to answer, "Yeah."

    Their smiles widened, and Applejack gestured over her shoulder. "Well, come on, then!" She started trotting away, and Pinkie followed almost compliantly. I said a quick thank you to Rarity, before trotting out into Ponyville for the first time.

    It was sunny outside. Above was the bright and orange causer, laying lazily in a sea of calm, cyan skies. Occasionally a cloud or two would drift into focus, but their entrance was never too noticeable, and they were always welcome. Below lay the town I was residing in, and it was overflowing with profuse gaiety. Around me were houses, looking more like decked out cottages, splaying across the location in an organized fashion. The houses were mostly white with wooden supporters running up and down the outside, a firm and firmly brown roof resting on top. Occasionally I saw a pony in a window watering their plants, or waving to their friends. Speaking of which, below was what looked like a curly grid of sidewalks, grass and the occasional gravel making up the space between the paved trails. A dozen ponies walked this way and that, their stride resignating amity and equality. While unicorns and earth ponies walked upon the ground and pavement, some pegasi were flying overhead, peering down and landing on clouds--

Wait, what?

    I stopped in my tracks, my neck craned up dumbfoundedly. Sure enough, a few of the winged equines were standing, sitting, and trotting on the puffs of clouds. Well, that explained my control over them.

    I took a moment to recover before following Applejack and Pinkie Pie. The pink mare had taken the pleasure of bounding ahead, hopping up like her legs were springs, and coming down like they were magnets. "This is the Carousel Boutique!" she chippered, before her mouth turned into a race car engine yet again.

    I took this time to study the actual ponies around us. The ratio between species was about equal, yet the different sexes were anything but. For every five mares, I saw one stallion and maybe, if I was lucky, a colt. That thought obviously had some friends, and they were more than happy to meet my mind.

    "How're ya likin' yer' temporary home so far?" Applejack asked, peering at me with a friendly smile.

    "It's cozy," I answered, looking her in the eyes. "I made friends with Opal, I guess. Rarity's little sister is allergic to grotesque holes through the chest."

    AJ shivered, most likely rembering her first encounter with me. Meanwhile, Pinkie kept rattling off about the town around us, which I could clearly see. "Ah' thought Ah' was too, at first. But, about mah' question, Ah' don't mean jus' Rarity's house."

    I felt my blood freeze. I slowed considerably, staring at Applejack with unbelief. She kept walking, oblivious to my hesitation.

    ...Does she know I'm not from here?

    "Ah' mean Ponyville!" she finished up. I sighed out of relief, speeding up to catch up to her.

    "I haven't been here long," I explained. "But... it looks nice. Don't have anywhere to compare it to, but yeah, it looks nice."

    "Ah' know it'll grow on ya," Applejack surmised, smiling to herself. A group of mares passed us, no stallion in sight. I cringed, and felt unconfident. "And, ya made friends with Opalesation, or whatever her name is? That cat's grumpier than a rotten apple!"

    I tilted my head. "She didn't seem like it."

    "...and that is how I know the Fourth Wall is glass!" Pinkie was finishing, before she stopped in front of a giant ice cream cone...

    ...wait, that's a house?

    It wasn't tall-- ten feet or so, but Celestia damn if it wasn't sky high in flamboyancy. It was basically a... big strawberry ice cream cone. Seeming to rise up from the ground in circles and spheres, the building in front of me was a solid shade of pink, a light white rounding the arches of the circles. A single door and window above, along with the fact it wasn't edible, were the only reasons my mouth didn't water. It was straight from a Dr. Seuss book.

    "Sugarcube Corner's the name, baking pastries' the game!" Pinkie giggled. "Ran by the three best bakers on this side of the Everfree, including moi. Every glazed donut, frosted donut, filled donut, and any other X donut comes from this place, along with the donuts' many relatives: the cupcake, the cake, the cinnabon, the cheese cake..."

    Once again, her mouth turned into a car engine and raced in the Indy 500.

    "Applejack, is the gender ratio the same everywhere here?" I asked earnestly. I might not be educated, but I'm not a complete dumbass. This place was not going to be the best for bro-time.

    That caught AJ by surprise, understandingly. "The gender what-now...? Oh! Right." The mare tapped her chin briefly as we walked. That was a bad sign. "Ah' can't say Ah've been 'round Equus like Rarity or Flutters, but Ah've seen a few places here in Equestria. Can't really say Ah've seen much of a difference with the guys an' gals, besides Canterlot. They're about equal there."

    Well, that didn't help.

"...And so, even though nopony has bothered to listen to me for this long, I have now told you the story of how I stopped an intergalactic war with the Blofigans, and saved Equus," Pinkie finished, before a light bulb turned on in her head. With a gasp and a grin, she turned on me. "Andrew! Hey! Hey, Andrew! Andreww! Andrew? Andrew! Mr. Andrew! Hey, Andrew!"

    "Yes, Pinkie?" I asked, resisting the urge to telekinetically slam her mouth shut. Applejack chuckled.

    "My story just reminded me! Since you don't have any memory of any food besides my own cake and that gross hospital food, would you like to come in? It'd be on the house-- no payment nessesary, only friendship!"

    I was hesitant. No offense to the pink euphoriatron-5000 in front of me, but friendship was some time away. "I'm fine, thanks. Maybe later."

    She was persistent. "Pfft. Now's the perfect chance! It's Throwback Thursday-- we're having frosted lemonade and cinnabons!"

    I don't even know what those are.

    "Sorry, Pinks, I just ate. Really. Why don't we continue on with the tour?"

    "And let my voice faze out so you and Applejack can talk about the setting? No way, José! We need some quality bonding time, you and I, if we're gonna stick together around these parts."

    I scratched the back of my head shamefully. Somehow, I knew Applejack knew I was making up excuses. "I'm, uh... alergic."

    Pinkie tilted her head, before laughing. "Oh, so that's why...! Easy fix! What are you allergic to, exactly? I'm sure we have some products that'll suite you."

    "I'm allergic to deliciousness."

...What the buck? Did I seriously just say that? Deliciousness?

    I felt my face act on its own accord. Now I'm not so sure if I'm not a complete dumbass, but I sincerely hoped Pinkie didn't suffer so.

    Pinkie took that excuse to heart, evident by the expression on her face which suggested I had just admitted to being a mare all along. Applejack's face resignated smug content, and if she was previously going to address my dishonesty, now was a different story. Pinkie Pie stayed silent for a few seconds, before tears came to her eyes, and she sniffled, walking to me and pulling me into a hug. I peered at AJ, but her face still held that same shit-eating grin as she trotted into Sugarcube Corner, leaving me for dead. Pinkie's sniffling, meanwhile, escalated to full-on crying, then sobbing. I saw a group of ponies passing by give me a confused glare, before they recognized the pink mare on my shoulder, and then giggled and continued on. My entire face burnt, and I bit my lip, looking away.

    "I'm sorry...!" Pinkie finally sniffled out, squeezing around me tightly. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to cry, it's just that... Andrew, I could never imagine what pain you're going through! Being allergic to... Oh, I can't say it!" My shoulder fur was drenched with tears, and it was then I realized what I had done. My ears flattened to my skull.

    "I didn't mean it like that, Pinkie--!?" I started hurriedly, trying to push her off, but she must've been a bodybuilder under all that pink fluff. She wouldn't budge. "Dude, can you let go? It's getting weird."

    "Nothing is weird about this catastrophe!" the pink mare sniffed. "It's only unfair! Unfair and cruel! How could you be so victimized by the cruel mistriss known as Life?! I just can't believe it-- I can't imagine trotting through town, and seeing a scrumptious treat suit for your empty stomach, and going, 'Oh, I'm sure one bite can't hurt-- HMPH?! *BLEGH!'*** (That's my throwing up and having a seizure sound.)"

    My face and ears were both on fire, and every confused eye, realization, and knowing chuckle from the passing ponies only added fuel to the fire. "P-Pinkie, let go!" I stuttered, trying to wrench myself free, but her iron grip wouldn't have it.

"Shh!" Pinkie said suddenly, all signs of sadness gone from her face. Her arms shifted to around my back. "No words!" Without warning, Pinkie swung me into a 'swooning lover' pose, standing on her hind legs and holding me from my back, face up, my mane barely scraping the floor. "Just *emotions!*"

    Oh, fuck me.

    The wildfire spread from my head to pretty much every part of my body. This mare is either really insane, or really on drugs. Or, really convincing. Or kind of sexy.

    Pinkie rattled on again. This time, I payed attention to every word: "I cannot stand by and watch a fellow pony be put through so much pain! Seeing those delicious pastries, and having to just keep walking! Most likely hanging on a diet of yucky vegetables and tomatoes! THOSE SHOULD BE A VEGETABLE, MIND YOU, BUT THOSE BASTARD SEEDS JUST HAD TO BE IN THERE! ...No. I will not let this happen." Pinkie grabbed me by the shoulders and brought me inches-- no, milimeters from her face. Her eyes had the fire of determination, and her voice was firm and unrelenting. "We must fight fire with fire, Andrew! We must push back the enemy of allergies, using their own weapon! That cake I gave you that day was only the beginning, my comrade. (Granted, you didn't throw up and have seizures, you only levitated off the floor for a few seconds.)"

    I whispered hoarsly, "PINKIE! SHUT UP!"

    "No! I will not be silenced! You must quench the fire! Appease your wants! Follow that burning in your loins! I don't care if that was an innuendo! We must conquer the diabetes!--" Her voice suddenly resignated with a Spanish accent. "--Yess.--" It returned to normal. "To the frontlines with you!" With that, Pinkie suddenly hoisted me up and threw me into the double doors of Sugarcube Corner.

    Life lesson learned. Never make excuses to Pinkie Pie again.