Pinkie Suppressed

Pinkie Pie trudged across the bakery known as "Sugar-cube Corner", glancing at each and every photograph that she took of she and Rainbow Dash. These memories will never be forgotten. One of them was taken on the day that they first met. Pinkie still had braces then. It had been that long since they've known each other and Rainbow Dash betrayed her. She committed suicide, leaving Pinkie Pie in the everlasting pit of dread called life.

The party pony hadn't come out of the bakery ever since that visit with Twilight Sparkle and Scootaloo. She still remembered every minute of it.

* * *

Pinkie saw Rainbow Dash lying on the ground, wheezing. "You're... too... late," were the last words of her favorite mare in the world. Scootaloo got on her scooter and set course for the library. The orange filly was already bawling once she got there. "Twilight, it's Rainbow Dash! She finally did it!" were the last words that Pinkie ever wanted to say.

* * *

Pinkie sighed, placing a hoof on the last picture she took with Rainbow in it. "Well, in a couple of days," Pinkie uttered to her dead friend, "will be your funeral. I wouldn't miss it for the world... my love."

The pink mare broke down onto the ground, sobbing, burying her face into her hooves. She let her screams fill the bakery. They echoed through the halls. Pinkie stood on her hooves, grabbed the picture, and screamed at it. "Why?! Why would you do this to me, Dashie?! Do you not feel any love that I've stored for you?! I loved you, Rainbow Dash! I thought you loved me, but NO! You just commit suicide and think, 'Oh, Pinkie will get over it. She's just my MAREFRIEND'!!!"

Her hair had deflated days ago and had not gone back to its original curly style ever since. She stopped to catch her breath, then continued. "Do you not feel my love, Dashie? DO YOU NOT FEEL MY LOVE?!"

Pinkie Pie ran up the stairs and threw herself onto the bed, practically drowning in her tears. After what seemed like hours of endless bellowing, Pinkie sniffled. "It's okay. I knew you were depressed... yet I also knew that you were loyal, so you would live a terrible life to not make me miserable! So, why'd you do it if you're loyal?" Pinkie Pie hit her head on her pillow several times.

* * *

Twilight Sparkle was reading, as she always was. She flipped the pages again and again, driving Spike crazy. Despite how much he tried to get her to stop reading and visit Pinkie, nothing worked. Once he mentioned the visit with Pinkie Pie suggestion, she perked up her ears. "A visit with Pinkie? Spike, why haven't you mentioned that all this time? I must visit Pinkie, or she'll never get over Rainbow Dash's death!", she called to him.

"Really? I mentioned it for the past half hour."

"Oh... right." Twilight leaned over and put her book back on its shelf. "So that's what you were blabbering about?"

Spike groaned with exasperation and face-palmed. He had never thought he would hear of Twilight being so dumb.

* * *

Pinkie went downstairs and plopped herself into a chair, sulking and sighing. She glanced at the clock. Time to take her ADHD pills.Yet, she didn't see the point in taking them. She didn't show any more symptoms. Not since her marefriend committed suicide.

Then she remembered that she promised she would turn to some pony for romance if her friend really did die. She got out a piece of parchment, grabbed a quill in her mouth, and began to write a letter to Cheese Sandwich.

Dear Cheese Sandwich,

I'm going through real rough times here in Ponyville. My marefriend, Rainbow Dash, committed suicide a couple of days ago and I want you to come over to Sugar-cube Corner to comfort me. Send me a letter if you get this and you are coming.

Sincerely,

Pinkie Pie

The pink earth pony trotted out the door and ran toward the post office. Once there, she trotted to the counter and slammed the envelope down. It already had a decorative stamp on it, so she didn't have to ask to see their collection. "Please send this to Cheese Sandwich." After she said this, she turned around and left.

* * *

Cheese Sandwich stood near a huge sign that read;

Are you a party planner? Well, I'm hiring assistants for parties all around Equestria!

About fifty ponies have come to apply for the job. Only one succeeded. Cheese gasped when he saw a wisp of blue and green smoke appear right in front of his muzzle. The smoke vanished, and instead, there was a piece of parchment. He quickly grabbed it and opened it. It was from Pinkie Pie. He gasped again. He was surprised to hear from her.

Cheese ran to his house, grabbed his saddle bag, and headed out the door, setting course for Sugar-cube Corner.

* * *

Pinkie wandered around aimlessly, checking that the daily cakes that were on display weren't going bad. She figured that it wouldn't be long before Cheese Sandwich got here, so she began to wait on the couch. Pinkie thought that she might go a little overboard to feel joy again, so he might as well pack a condom.

She giggled at the thought of that and began to blush. Her hair didn't inflate again, though. It seemed that even when she has the major event off of her mind, it wouldn't seem to stay out for long. She tried and tried to do various tasks to get it out, even throwing more parties, but nothing ever seemed to get her happy anymore.

She slowly drifted into a deep sleep with no dream.

Pinkamena woke up to a knock at the door. She opened it to see Cheese Sandwich standing there. "Hi, Pinkie Pie! Whoa. What's gotten into you?"

"I'm sad about Rainbow's death. It didn't seem to affect any pony else, so I figured that I had all the pressure. She killed herself because of me. I made her blow her money on prank supplies and she ran out of bits after that..."

"Didn't she have a good job on the Weather Team?"

"Not anymore. She got demoted and eventually, fired. I don't know why. She was too poor to pay rent for her house, so it got evicted. She found a job as a substitute teacher at the schoolhouse for a couple of months because Cheerilee was on maternity leave, but that flame burned out as soon as she had her baby and went back to teaching."

"Poor little Dashie."

"Ever since, I've been the only one that's noticed her being suicidal, but I never thought that she would actually do it. Now, the aftermath is affecting me. So much so that I'm not sure that I'm willing to live long enough to see her funeral."

"Wow. You must have really loved her."

"And I did love her. After all I've done for her, she betrayed me. I thought that she was loyal. When we met, I still had braces. We've known each other that long and she betrayed me. OH! Where are my manners? Please, come in."

"With pleasure."

Cheese made his way inside and closed the door behind him. He finally got a good look at the place. "It's a mess. Did you do all of this?"

"Well, it's mostly Pound and Pumpkin Cake, but a little of it is mine. A lot of the reason is because I'm so filled with rage. I think to myself, 'what have I done?' Then, I go completely insane. I guess the guilt comes out in spurts. I've been grieving ever since she said what I call 'the words'."

"What are 'the words'?"

"'You're too late' is what she said to me. I call them 'the words' because they were her last words." Pinkie began to tear up again. "That's when the aftermath of it all started."

Cheese Sandwich wrapped his hoof around her neck and spoke softly, "Hey, don't cry. You're one of the 'Super-Duper Party Ponies', remember?"

"Not today."

Cheese was surprised to hear that. Of all the days she could pick to be depressed, she picked today? Is that why she sent him the note? Pinkie pushed him away slightly. "Did you pack a condom?"

Cheese Sandwich began to blush. His eyes widened. "N-no. Why do you ask?"

"Shoot. I thought you would. You see, I figured that I would go a little overboard-"

"A little?!"

"Okay, COMPLETELY overboard to be able to feel joy again... I'm sorry... This is embarrassing... and awkward..."

"You think?" Cheese began to quiver.

"Are you cold?"

"Kind of."

"Here. I'll go get a quilt."

Pinkie ran to the other room to get a blanket and came back with one. "This one is special to me, so don't make it dirty."

"Why would I?"

"Now that you mention it, I don't know." She shrugged, handing Cheese the blanket.

He wrapped it around himself as he sighed in comfort. "Thanks, Pinkie Pie."

"Call me Pinkamena."

"Okay. If you say so, Pinkamena," he replied with a sly wink.

Pinkie trotted out of the room for a minute and sat on the bed. Why did she send that letter to him? She was going through something serious and she thought he could help, but she isn't going anywhere with him. She began to walk back to the living room she had a plan that he would want to get into without seduction.

"Cheese Sandwich, I'm bored. Do you want to plan a party?"

"Boy, would I!" Cheese jumped up and ran outside to get his assistant, who he forgot was still in Baltimare. He trotted back inside and thought for a moment. "You could come to Baltimare with me," he suggested.

Pinkie's eyes widened. She lashed out at him without knowing it. "Cheese, do you not understand that Rainbow Dash's funeral is in a couple of days?! I thought I knew that I could turn to some pony to help me with this, but NO! You want to go halfway across Equestria to plan a simple party! I thought I could trust you!"

"I'm sorry, Pinkamena. I didn't know that your marefriend's funeral hasn't already happened."

With this, he trotted out the door slowly. "Oh, and by the way," he said sternly as he turned around to face her, "Don't bother sending me another letter to help you with your depression. Help yourself. You're not helpless." Upon saying this, he turned his back and left Sugar-cube Corner.