It was already 10 P.M. when Anon and Twilight have arrived at Pinkie’s little house. He asked Twilight to come along with him and sort things out with her. It was something he tried to avoid since the little conversation he had with her, but he finally managed to get the spirit to confront what he had done.
And by spirit he means that Twilight teleported them in front of the bakery.
“That was hardly necessary, Twilight. I could have left the castle by myself, you know.” He said, sweeping both of his shoulders simultaneously. She just stared at him, giving him the look. He sighed. “I don’t think Pinkie wants to see anyone at this hour, Twilight, especially me.”
“It was necessary, Anon. You know what happens when ponies are around you.” She remarked him, changing her gaze up to see where Pinkie’s room was. “Besides, we’ve tried everything to cheer her up. It’s the first time Pinkie wasn’t Pinkie for a long time.”
“You are just exaggerating.”
“It’s been three days since she last threw a party.”
“…” He was speechless. Pinkie not throwing a party to a random pony was something rare. But not doing it for three days in a row? Even he had to admit this was a serious problem. Now he felt guiltier than before, and he couldn’t help but think about the little conversation they had.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked at the door with an only thought in his head.
And then he growled, clenching his hands into a fist. “Alright, you win.” He finally said. Twilight looked up at his eyes with a wide smile on her face. “But, in exchange, I want you to stop doing experiments with my body.” He stated, looking down at Twilight with a smile that could be compared with hers.
The face she put up after that sentence almost made him crack up. “That’s unfair, Anon! You know I need the information for future minds about human anatomy!” She said, stomping down with her hoof.
“I don’t think there would be any humans around when I die. Or, is that Mr. Twinkle Spankable is only interested in my body?” He mockingly said, pointing out at his crotch.
She just looked down, her cheeks burning red. “N-no!”
“As much as I want to tease you all night, I think there is someone who is waiting for us there.” He stated, pointing out at the now opened door with a furious Mrs. Cake looking up at him. “Way to go, Twilight.” He sighed, waving a hand and staring back at the earth pony with concern and nervousness.
Luckily, Twilight was there to prevent him to get his ass kicked by the mare.
Before Mrs. Cake could yell at him, or even worse, kick him in the nuts, Twilight interfered. “Wait, Ms. Cake! Anon is here to apologize to what he did to Pinkie, not hurt her even more. Isn’t that true, Anon?” She said, elbowing him on the knee.
“Unfortunately, it is true. I am here to redeem any damage I’ve made to her, and the ones I hurt from her sadness.” He answered, giving her an innocent but feign look on his face. “Of course, if Twilight is willingly to stay alongside with me in the process.” He nodded at Twilight with a hint on his face. She growled.
Mrs. Cake just sighed. She knew this hoo-human-thing was capable of, but if one of the princess said that it was fine, then what was she to think? So, she simply nodded, stepping aside to let them in.
Welp, that was easier than I thought. Anon thought, walking into the house with Twilight at her side, but not before getting a glare from the earth pony that (if stares could kill) would have killed a dragon. “This better be a good idea, Twi.” He murmured.
“I hope so too.” She said with a sad tone. “This is the only resort we have. The girls and I tried everything we had in our hooves. If somepony is capable of dealing with this, specifically this, it is you Anon.”
“Uhm, thanks Twilight?” Before she could answer, they noticed that they were standing right in front of Pinkie’s room. “Alright, I think I got this.” And so, with a long breath, he opened the door, showing up a pink earth pony standing in front of the window, staring mindlessly at the blue sky. “Stay here, Twi. I have to sort things out alone. It was my fault after all.”
She nodded, closing the door behind him without making any sound. Slowly, he approached to the little pony who was still unaware of his presence.
At least that’s what he thought when she twitched her ear when he took a step, turning around to see who it was.
And then he looked her at her eyes. He didn’t know what he was looking at anymore. With the light of the moon enlightening her form, he looked at the rest of her body. It was skinny, like she hasn’t eaten well for these last three days. Her mane wasn’t puffy anymore, instead, it looked like it was turning straight grey.
But that wasn’t the worst part of her features.
Her eyes was something that even he couldn’t handle anymore. He almost dropped a tear at the first sight contact with her. They were turning grey as well, like if she was about to get blind, with some bags under her eyes. They didn’t tell me that…
He wanted to spit out everything. To say that he was sorry for what he said before, to hug her and pretend that conversation never happened, that they would be friends again, and that she could throw him those annoying parties of her.
But he was too shocked to even flinch a little.
He was trying to open up his mouth but without any words coming out of him. His eyes were wide open, trying to comprehend what he was really looking at at that moment. He finally managed to say something to her. “So, how you doing Pinkie?” Fucking way to go, Anon. She obviously isn’t good! I mean, look at her! I really should have come in here before! Knowing this, I would have killed myself the day after that party! Oh god, what do I do?? What do I-
He couldn’t finish that sentence, instead, he looked down at her to see that she was dropping tears from her eyes wide open, trying to fully turn around with her body. He approached to her, trying to stop her for doing much effort. She is lighter.
And then he notices it. There was a little pile of cupcakes gathered in the right corner of the room. Some of them were half eaten, and some of them weren’t.
Lifting her up, he placed her onto the bed, making sure she was comfortable enough to at least get some rest. She was hugging him from his back, not even budging to let him go. “Come on, Pinkie. Let go of me. You need to get some rest.” He gently said, trying to get free from her grasp. She didn’t respond, instead, she used what was left from her strength to hug him tighter.
He sighed, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to win, he placed himself onto bed with her, making sure she had most of the space. With that confirmed, he hugged her back, placing his head on her shoulder. She did as well, now crying out loud. “I’m sorry, Pinkie.” He said, unable to hold back his tears for the guilt he was feeling.
She didn’t respond, instead, she hid her head on her chest.
There he was, the only one that really took care of me.
The alien that used to be my friend.
The human that knows who I really am and why I do what I do every day.
The male that broke my heart, but at the same time made me realize what the real world is.
The dummy that used to reject every party I threw at him.
The man that I could never be able to make smile.
“I love you, Anny.”
Author's Note
Just a little story that popped up from my head. Hope you guys enjoyed it.
Criticism are welcome here. This is the first fanfic I ever wrote, so I am expecting to see a lot.
