Shards of the fourth wall

DISCLAIMER! I DO NOT OWN MY LITTLE PONY FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC

It was a bright and beautiful day in Ponyville. The residents of the small rural town could nearly forget the fact that there was a giant crack in Sugarcube corner. The bakery, for some reason, had big white lines running across it. Nothing was broken, except the fact that, well, the cracks. Suddenly, the cracks widened, doubled, and imploded, making a large BOOM that could be heard around all of Ponyville. The Cakes and Pinkie ran out just in time to see Sugarcube Corner collapse into a pile of rubble.

             But the cracks were still there.

     Pinkie Pie had been baking some muffins for Derpy, when she exclaimed, “Oh boy! Pinkie, you’ll not believe what happened!” The hot pink earth pony giggled and jumped up and down, shouting, "WowIlikestoriesonetimeIaccidentallybakedthebadswithApplejackand-"

             She was stopped when Derpy put a hoof to her mouth. "Pinkie. Please have none of your antics. You don't want the Cakes mad because the ovens exploded again, do you? Wait- Applejack baked those bads? I thought you were having a bad day!"

              "Well, I did become sick after eating one. I don't know how Spike enjoyed it!" Pinkie responded with her usual vigor. Then she stood still expectantly. However, her subconscious subconsciously thought Wait... What if it is a particularly boring tale? I wouldn't find it boring but the readers might... hmm....

      “Hey, Derpy?” She asked cautiously, inclining her neck and peering at the roof of the bakery, looking at something that wasn’t there, her eyes glimmering with inquisitiveness.

      “Yeah?” Derpy replied. She got out a few bits and placed them on the counter as the fuchsia pony brought the muffins to her. They looked mouthwatering, and they smelled like fresh blueberries on a summers day.

     “Would you mind saying it off-screen? I don’t want to get the viewers bored or anything not that your tale is boring or anything in fact it might be the greatest tale in all of time by the way those are my very special blueberry muffins they are baked with lots of love and care.” The pink earth pony giggled. Some of the ponies waiting in line groaned and yelled "Get on with it!"

             Pinkie frowned at them. "Don't be such meanies! The readers won't like it!"

     Derpy gaped at Pinkie, her lazy eye rolling the other direction. “Er... Okay? Whatever that was...”.

     She began to tell her tale which, due to circumstances beyond our control, will not be mentioned in this fic. Suddenly, interrupting the epic story, there was a sound like ripping paper. Derpy looked around confused.

      “Huh?” She mumbled to herself. She turned to Pinkie, but she shook her head. "I do not know!!" She slightly shrieked. Derpy had never seen the fuchsia pony so upset before. When she opened her mouth to speak, the same noise sounded.

    Pinkie Pie gulped and motioned for Derpy to carry on the story. Shrugging, she complied and resumed her tale. The sound came again as Pinkie glanced nervously at the ceiling. Her mane seemed rather greyish, and her baby blue eyes lost most of their colour, now appearing a dull grey-black. Her ears were laying flat against her head as she wiped sweat off her brow. It was clear she was not listening to the ditzy mare's story.

      Now, Derpy was annoyed. Other ponies interrupted her all the time, but she rarely got mad about it. This time she did as Pinkie wasn’t even paying attention, sneaking looks at the roof, which still looked the same.

      “PINKIE!” She shouted. “Are you even listening?”

       Pinkie blinked a couple of times. “Right, yeah! Weren’t you up to the sea ponies?” She tapped her hooves impatiently against the counter, sweating bullets.

     “No. That was five minutes ago! I was up to the part where Discord was doing the hoopla... You don’t even care, do you?” She asked flatly. Pinkie looked up in surprise. Don't care? She always cared... unless it wasn't funny. But this was funny!

     “I DO care! I’m just checking on the fourth wall...” She trailed off as she realised her mistake.  Bright white cracks appeared in the air, with more sounds of ripping paper. Derpy, horrified and befuddled, grabbed her muffins and galloped out of the shop. The ponies lining up screamed and ran out. The cracks reached the door, where it soon disappeared, along with the counter and the two bits Derpy had left. Pinkie backed away slowly, not taking her eyes off the anomaly which was soon to consume all of Ponyville.

       And it was all her fault. Pinkie Pie had made the largest error in the system of Equestria since Starswirl the Bearded thought he could move the planet closer to the sun because he couldn't pay his heating bills.

     The fuchsia pony stared at the impending doom and whispered, “Oh Horseapples.”

              "Where's Pinkie?" Mr. Cake asked. Mrs. Cake looked round confused, still galloping to Pound and Pumpkin Cake's room. When she entered, she saw Pumpkin and Pound looking confusedly at the strange thing widening above them.

              "Pumpkin, Pound!" She cried with delight. At least they weren't harmed. Sugarcube corner was making ominous creaking noises and bending slightly. Mrs. Cake grabbed her foals and ran out of the room. She was out of the front door when she realised something. "Pinkie's not here!"

               Mr. Cake turned back to the shop, where they could now hear Pinkie's cries. He cantered back in, looking round frantically. "Pinkie!" He cried. "Pinkie! Where are you?"

               "Here!" A faint voice cried. Ducking under a glowing crack, Mr. Cake darted over to where the non-existent counter was. He found a pink mare cowering behind it, her mane now deflated to a gray-ish pink colour. Lifting her onto his back, he sprinted out of the shop as fast as his hooves could carry him. After lowering Pinkie gently to the ground, a groaning sound came from Sugarcube corner.

               Everypony turned around to see the white cracks implode, and the Cake's and Pinkie's home collapse into a heap.

               But the cracks were still there.