Party of Two

by Fantastic Fantasies

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Pinkie Pie, Slice of Life, Human, Original Character
Length: 1441

You and Pinkie have a private party.

You tell pinkie you don't like parties. She finds that hard to believe.

(I might make a second chapter if enough people request for it, until then enjoy. It is my first attempt at a one-shot.)

Published 2016-04-15 02:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-04-15 02:30:02 UTC

It's the Only Way to Party

"Hiya!" Pinkie squealed as she popped up out of nowhere, leaving confetti in her wake.

"Aah!" You scream as you tumble backwards into the chair next to your desk. This was the third time that Pinkie Pie had snuck into your house to surprise you in the past week. You sat there panting gripping at your chest while Pinkie still stood there with the perfect smile on her face. You shake your head as you chuckle slightly. "Pinkie, I'm not letting you throw me a party."

"Aww," She said as you heard an audible deflating sound as she drooped to the floor. She looked up at you with pleading eyes, "But everypony likes a party!"

"Pinkie," You said as you got up and dusted off your shirt, noticing a few stray pink hairs on it. "Some people prefer the company of a book rather than the company of an entire town. It's just how some of us are wired."

"But you're so much fun!" She said as she raced up to you and gripped your face in her hooves. "Other ponies deserve to meet you!"

"Pinkie," You said as you grabbed her hooves and pried her off of you. You really did like Pinkie, but her insisting that you put yourself out there was getting exhausting. She was the sweetest thing, and admittedly cute, but it was hard to get the concept of you not liking to be around big groups of people was taxing. "I like you and your friends, but big crowds are frightening."

"Well," Pinkie said as she sat down on the floor, propping her head in her hooves. "Ok, I guess."

You kept your hand on pinkie's fuzzy little head as she led you through town. She had rushed into your room declaring a blindfold emergency, then strapped one to your head saying that you had to follow her through town.

Since this happened only one day after you two talking about you not wanting a party and Pinkie disagreed with you, you wouldn't be shocked if she was leading you to death by party.

"Pinks," You said, trying to sound collected while millions of possibilities for the party you were undoubtedly lead to were buzzing about in your mind. "Where are you taking me?"

"Nowhere important," She giggled in a sing-song voice as she led you along the way.

It was at the moment she started bouncing that through you off. You scrambled to catch her tail, not wanting to rain on her adorable parade. You had always loved the way that she was able to go through life without a care and still be able to have a. . . Sort of concept of reality.

You didn't catch her tail so you were scrambling to keep up with her, unsure of what you were being dragged into. You gulped as you struggled to keep track of where the 'sproing' sound that Pinkie made was coming from.

All of your being careful to not rain on her parade led to you tripping and falling onto one of your knees.

"Horseapples!" You didn't shout 'Horseapples.' You felt your knee for any signs of blood that you were sure would be there. Yep. You felt something warm, sticky, and it smelled metallic. Why clumsiness? Today of all days?

You heard a loud gasp from somewhere far off accompanied by the sound barrier being broken and you felt a pair of hooves take off the blindfold. You were met with a teary eyed pinkie pie which was shedding tears like there was no tomorrow.

"I thought you were right behind me," She said, her light sobs breaking the words every once in a while. You could only look at the party pony that you loved. You were so used to her being the cheery, peppy pony she was you didn't think she was capable of crying.

But there she was, crying. And over you.

The walk over to sugar cube corner was short, but with a jacked up knee, it took twice as long. You were just glad that halfway to getting there Pinkie had stopped crying. But now you were just left in silence. In a way, that was almost worse.

She had led you upstairs to her room where she had sat you down on her bed. It was smaller than your own, but it was still sturdy enough to support your significantly larger weight.

You could only stare at Gummy as you waited for Pinkie to get back with the first aid kit. You placed your head in your hands with a sigh.

"I screwed up Gummy," You said to the little alligator.

He blinked at you as if to say 'No? Really? I couldn't tell from the way my master didn't pet me first thing when she entered the room and how her hair was almost entirely deflated.'

"I didn't mean to!" You shout at him. "I was trying to not make her stop doing that cute little bounce she does when I was blindfolded!"

Gummy blinked again.

"Alright, I'll admit hindsight is twenty-twenty. But she was so happy when I decided to play along. I didn't want to ruin her fun. I. . . Do you know how to make it up to her?"

Gummy swished his tail as if to say, 'You dug your own grave, human. Now you have to get yourself out.'

"HOW?!"

"Are you talking to gummy?"

You stiffen as the voice reaches your ear, your heart stopping for a split second. You turn your head to see not a pink earth pony, but a blue one. You sigh in relief as you raise your hand to wave slightly at Msr. Cake.

"So," You said as you rub the back of your neck. "How much did you hear?"

"Enough to get the gist," She said as she entered the room. As she got closer to you, you could see the worry lines that had been etched into her skin by father time. But they were mostly there from Pound and Pumpkin. Note to self, never have kids. You focus your attention back on Mrs. Cake. "You really care for her, don't you?"

"Of course!" You said, almost offended by the suggestion that you didn't care about her. "She is one of the most incredible people I know. Human or no. She's always there to put a smile on anyone and everyone's face. She doesn't care if it inconveniences her or not, she'll do anything for a friend. She's just. . ."

Mrs.Cake looks at you a small smile on her face as she turns towards the door to leave.

"Wait," You ask, confusion evident in you voice. "Where are you going?"

"I've heard all I need to hear," She just stated as she made her way out of the room.

You looked back at Gummy, hoping for some kind of answer to your unspoken question.

His brows slightly more down than normal, he blinked as if to say, 'I have no clue, Anon.'

You had been in the bedroom for a good twenty minutes. Just sitting there. Doing nothing. For twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of nothing. Twenty minutes of just sitting there. Twenty minutes of staring at Gummy. Of talking to him. Of imagining that he could talk back.

You had to get out of there.

"Ok, that's it," You said as you leapt to your feet and started to walk towards the door. "Not that you aren't great company Gummy, but I need to find Pinkie. . . You know so I can finally get a band-aid."

The silence that followed as you left the room felt like Gummy saying, 'Yeah. Sure thing, Anon.'

You poke your head through the door as you make eye contact with Gummy. "Shut up, ya freak of nature."

You look down the hallway, searching for any signs of the pink party pony. Nope. Still gone.

"Pinks!" You call as you make your way down the stairs. "Where is she? It can not take this long to get a band-aid."

You get downstairs when your senses are assaulted with the scent of cake and frosting. You finally get to the floor, and you find Pinkie setting up a modest one layer cake on a table with just two seats.

"Pinkie?" You ask, unsure of what was happening. She jumps in shock as she whirls around to face you, a slight blush apparent on her face. You could only stare as you stay planted to where you were standing. "What's going on?"

"Party of two?"