The Party is Over

by ChaoticHarmony

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Pinkie Pie
Length: 1701

What happens when Pinkie runs out of party?

Pinkie Pie is normally your go-to for emergency and not-so-emergency parties, often throwing one for a simple greeting. Going all her life as a party pony, she has nothing else to live for but the party. So what happens when the last balloon is popped, the last gift is opened, and the last candle is blown out?

-NOTE**** This is NOT some messed up twisted Pinkie fiction!

Published 2012-05-18 07:34:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-18 07:34:02 UTC

The Party is Over

I wrote this story in response to the claim that one cannot write a sad Pinkie Pie fiction without making it twisted. I believe that I just did here. You be the judge!

“Are you sure you don’t need anything Pinkie?” Pound Cake asked her, concern in his eyes.

Sighing, she shook her head again. It seemed all these days that was the only question anypony asked her. No questions about when the next party was, or even if she wanted to party or not. Whenever anypony came to see her, they always acted as if she was like a soap bubble, able to pop at the slightest touch. Well I can’t blame them I suppose. I mean, it’s not like I can move much anymore. Pinkie was dejected at first, her hair going all floppy like it did when she was sad. Eventually she got used to being unable to move around bouncing like she used to. Her legs itched with the urge to bounce, but she knew she couldn’t, she knew that she would fall down again and cause everypony to worry. And when ponies worry, Pinkie is sad. So I won’t make them worry about me!

Even from her bed, she tried to throw parties for all her friends. Whenever they came by her bedside though, the smiles on their faces slowly disappeared as they looked at her. Pinkie couldn’t stand it when they stood there, un-smiling with tears running down their faces. She always told them to smile, that it was something they did at a party. They always turned away from her then, sniffling as they walked away from her. She wanted to get up and pull them all into a big hug and tell them not to worry about little ol’ Pinkie Pie, but she knew she couldn’t. They would just move away, crying harder.

So now she didn’t throw any more parties. All she did was lie in her bed, reading the occasional “Party Pride” magazine that the mail mare Dinky delivered, or tried to. More than once Pinkie received the mail from her neighbor, being a grouchy grump from getting the wrong mail. Pinkie always giggled after he left. The mailmare was the daughter of Derpy after all. Pinkie never minded getting the wrong mail; it just gave her a chance to talk to other ponies that wouldn’t come visit her anymore.

Pound Cake gave her a hug, staying hoof distance away, almost afraid that he would break her. Pound Cake moved to leave the room, his hoof around Pumpkin Cake’s shoulders, tears running down their faces. As they reached the door, Pound Cake turned to look at Pinkie again. “Are you sure you don’t need anything Pinkie?” When she was silent, he turned to leave.

“Wait a second Pound Cake.” He turned and looked at her expectantly, eager to help. “What I could use is a-“She coughed violently. Pound Cake started to rush to her, but she waved him off. “What I need is a PARTY!” A hint of her old energy leaked into her voice. “I need to get down into the crowds again Poundie.” She struggled to remove her blankets. Pound hesitated, and then removed her covers.

She made her creaky way down the stairs to the lobby of Sugar Cube corner. When she made it into the lobby, she noticed that the shop was closed. If it was open, it would have a stream of ponies coming for the mid-day snack. She looked around for her special switch. With a snap, she flicked it. The entire lobby of Sugar Cube corner fluttered with party decorations. When Pound and Carrot made it downstairs, they were completely surprised at how fast she managed to get the decorations up. She giggled when they snapped their mouths shut and looked at her.

“Well? I said I wanted a party!” She pulled out a whole chest of invitations, with envelopes addressed to everypony in ponyville. She picked up the first one and held it up for the Cakes to read.

You're invited!

You sir or mare
are invited to join
me and the fare
with a party to enjoy

We hope you will agree
to come to the corner of Sugar
Where I will throw with glee
The greatest of parties!

Pinkie Pie, Party Pony

After she was sure they were done reading it, Pinkie tucked the note back into the envelope. She whistled out of the window, and watched as a flock of birds came down and carried away the envelopes. Turning around, she bounced towards the kitchen to prepare the treats. When the cakes turned to follow, she ushered them away. “Silly ponies, you two have to greet the guests!” She walked into the familiar kitchen like she had so many years past. She hummed that little song in her head that she made up when she was just a filly.

All you have to do is take a cup of flour
Add it to the mix
Then you take a little something sweet not sour
A bit of salt just a pinch!

Baking these treats is such a breeze
Add a teaspoon of love and care
I can make this dish with such good ease
So please oh please don’t despair

As she baked her favorite treat, Pinkie didn’t notice the tears coming from her big pink eyes. She was focused on making everypony else happy. That was what she did after all! She wiped away her tears and took the stacks of cupcakes she had managed to cook into the party room.

Everypony else was silent as she walked in, looking at her with sad eyes. They had completely changed her party decorations! Pictures of her hung from the ceiling and walls. In the middle of the crowd, there was the most delicious-looking cake perched on a table with her face iced into the side. Large, puffy and pink candles stood on top of the cake, flames flickering.

They all were as quiet as death as the cakes walked up to her. Pumpkin Cake took the cupcakes from her back and Pound walked up and hugged her.

“Pinkie, we all made this cake for you.” Pound Cake said with a sad smile.

“After all, we couldn’t make you make all the treats at your party!” Interjected Pumpkin Cake, tears building in her eyes.

“So please Pinkie, blow out your candles.” Pound Cake said, leading her closer to the cake.

Looking around, Pinkie smiled at all the sad ponies gathered around her. They threw this party for her, the party pony. They were always there for her, always going to her parties, even if they didn’t want to. They would always put up with her crazy antics. They always took care of her, even when she didn’t want it. Even as she threw parties in bed, they still came to see her, not wanting her to be alone. They would always be her friends. The first tears in the open began to flow down Pinkie’s face.

“Okie dokie lokie.”

The End

Epilogue: The Party Starts Again

Epilogue: The Party Starts Again

Dear Pound and Pumpkin Cake,

If you are reading this, it means I've gone to the great pony in the sky. I write this with a sad heart, so I don't want you crying too! If my last words caused you to cry, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself! If you are reading this still, I want you to stay happy! I want my last things that I leave on Equestria to be happy! I suppose that this IS a will though, so let me get on with my possessions.

To the bestest foals I've ever sat on, I leave Sugar Cube corner. This includes my magnificent cupcake recipes and party switches! Buuuuuuuuut, you have to find them!

To all the ponies of Ponyville, I leave my secret ball and eyepatch stashes, just in case they have a ball or eyepatch emergency, those happen you know!

To all the ponies of Equestria, I leave an invitation that is included in this will.

By now, I'm sure you two are sad and crying about me. I don't want you to do that! I'm not sad to go to the pony world in the sky! All my friends are waiting for me up there too. They miss their own party pony. So stop crying, and send my invitations!

Pound Cake put a hoof around his sister's shoulder, hugging her tightly and trying with no avail to hold in his own tears. With shaking hooves, Pound turned the envelope over and shook it. A small pink card came out of it, landing face-down on the ground. Turning it over, he read the cover. All it said was "You're Invited!"

And then he opened it with a shaking hoof the voice of Pinkie Pie echoed through the empty shop.

This is my singing last few words
I hope they find you well
All are invited to my funeral
Because you're all so swell

My death may be disaster
but it also can be great
There will be sadness and crying
My services first rate!

You may be sad and crying
both for me and for other stuff
but when it's all over
your tears I'll want to stop

No need to bring a gift
Being there will be enough
Funerals mean remembrance
not giving lots of stuff

It won't mean as much without you
So I hope you will say yes
So please oh please let me rest in peace
and come and be my guest

Hearing a giggle, Pound and Pumpkin looked over their shoulder to see their grandfoal, Sweetie Pie, dancing in time to the musical voice. Out of nowhere, a balloon was pulled out of it's hiding spot. Giggling at the face drawn on it, Sweetie Pie trotted over and handed it to Carrot Cake, looking at her with a hopeful smile. Pound looked at his sister, and saw a sad smile spread slowly over Pumpkin's face.

"The Party has only just begun sis."

Special thank you to CZFrank for pointing out my foalish error with the Cake's names!