I had been at this party, or masquerade. I loved every minute of it. Dressed up as Pinkamena Diana Pie, or Pinkie Pie as she commonly calls herself. She is a blast, a riot, and a disaster waiting to happen.

I had chosen her and the suit, just for the love of her, pink and the antics, she is the perfect character to be, at any party, isn’t she? She was, but she apparently carried a few consequences with her. She refused to just leave the party behind, that’s where I ended up.

Actually, the consequences hit me, the next full moon, like every WereWolf curse in history, from every known history, to be exact.

So, the night before the full moon, there she is. I am her, ready for the next party.