The Trouble with Wormholes

It was a beautiful day in Canterlot, but when was it never? The sun still shined, the birds still sung, and frankly there had been twelve days drought... Yawn.

In fact, this day was as picture perfect as a particularly bad fanfic writer could describe it. Well almost...

Sunset Shimmer sat at a booth with Pinkie Pie at the local creamery, her eyes drooping and face in her hand. She felt incredibly off: like she never really got out of bed that day. "Plopped" out of bed would be more like it.

"...And then we're going to have chocolate fountains! And streamers! And cakes!"

"Mhm," Sunset replied weakly.

Pinkie continued chattering ad infititum. She must've been in a really good mood this morning.

Morning... Was there even a morning today? Sunset brushed off the strange thought. She must still be in a sleepy daze.

Sunset started to see a trend in Pinkie's speech: a liberal use of the word "party." That seemed to be all Pinkie has been talking about as of late; throwing them to be precise.

I wonder what the occasion is, Sunset thought. Surely she would've known by now why Pinkie was so enthusiastic about throwing parties this week as she was fairly open about that sort of thing, but Sunset couldn't for the life of her she recall the reason as it kept slipping from her fingers. The reason she searched for so desperately in her head was but a bar of soap in the shower bath.

The ground beneath the two friends violently shifted, as if the planet they stood on flinched. Sunset banged her head on the table. The blow to her head did not help her splitting head ache.

"Oh not again!" said Sunset rubbing her forehead. The quake made a nice mess of Pinkie and Sunset's drinks.

The janitor in the corner tore up his newspaper and left the building.

"I'm really sorry about the drinks, Pinkie."

"It's okay," Pinkie smiled. She produced a sheet of obnoxiously pink paper. On it was an address, a time, and a place. "Remember to bring a gift!"

Was this a birthday party? Sunset was even more worried. The invitation didn't say anything about who it was for. It amazed her how bad Pinkie was at making informative invitations for her extravagant social gatherings.

Oh well, maybe a quick trip to the store can-

Much like an awkward neighbor coming over uninvited, another tremor shook the ground. This time Sunset nearly fell into a manhole.

"Gosh dang it!" Sunset swore in a kid friendly tongue. "Can this day get any weirder?"

Saying such a thing was very nearly a death wish. Asking the universe if it could get any weirder was like asking a cabdriver if he could drive any slower. The answer is yes, they can, and they'll do so just to piss you off.

Sunset spotted a young man in a long coat staring attentively at the sky. Upon closer inspection, he was peering through a telescope being held exactly the way that it shouldn't.

Sunset approached the man and joined him in staring at the sky. She saw nothing worth note but a couple of wispy cirrus clouds.

"What are you doing?" Sunset finally asked.

The man frowned as if he'd been asked that same question many times within the course of a minute.

"Don't mind me," he said. "Just star gazing."

Sunset never really knew how stargazing worked, so she didn't comment on that. Instead she commented on this:

"I don't think that's how you hold a telescope."

The man gave her this puzzled look like she was Adolf Hitler on a pogo stick. He continued his stargazing. "I should really get to fixing that wormhole."