A Mirror to Another World

Twilight placed the plate down on the table. "Enjoy your meal, sir!" The man sitting at the table looked at Twilight hatefully as to say: "Go away." Twilight returned to the counter and stood there waiting for the next customer to walk in to eat waffles at two in the morning.

How did they end up here? Well, when Mike dropped them off at the very edge of New York City, Twilight and Pinkie were exhausted. The only reasonable answer was to find a motel. Twilight didn't want to sleep on a bench with some weird guy. Maybe Pinkie. But not Twilight. After a few minutes of walking through the streets of this strange city, a man stepped out of an alleyway. Neither of the duo paid any attention to him, until Twilight noticed the man was stalking them. She turned around to see if the man wanted anything.

"Can I help you?" said Twilight irritably. The man didn't speak a single word. All he did was reach in his pant pocket and pull out a knife. Twilight gulped. "Gimme yo money right now!" said the man. Pinkie Pie just looked at him and said "Ooh! What a pretty knife that is! Do you use it to slice cakes! I bet you use it to slice birthday cakes. Hey, why don't we throw a p-" The man cut Pinkie short. "GIMME ALL YO MONEY NOW!" The man got closer. "I'm s-sorry *gulp*, sir w-we don't h-ave an-ny money." Twilight managed to say. This just made matters worse. The man grabbed Twilight and put the knife at her neck.

"GIMME YO MONEY!" he shouted at Pinkie. Pinkie looked at him like he was an idiot. He was. "Twilight already told you! We don't have any money!" Twilight could feel the cold steel of the blade as it was getting closer to her neck. Just when she thought all hope was lost, she saw red and blue lights and heard sirens. "Put the weapon down!" The man let go of Twilight and ran. The strange object that made the noise and lights followed. "Let's get out of here!" said Twilight as she grabbed Pinkie and ran.

When Twilight thought they were safe, she let Pinkie go. "Twilight, what was to worry about? The man had a knife that sliced cakes! And I was about to throw a party!" "Pinkie, he was trying to kill me!" Twilight then remembered what she was trying to do: find a motel. Luckily, there was one just across the street. The duo gingerly crossed the road; making sure that there were no more objects around that could flatten them out.

They stepped inside the old, dusty motel. The place didn't seem too desirable, but beggars can't be choosers. I mean, there was mold growing on the walls and the place smelled of rotten eggs. Pinching her nose, Twilight walked up to the counter where an old, short lady was sitting. She had a very wrinkled face, squinted eyes, and a red dress. "Herro." said the lady at the counter "How may I help you?" "Yes, we'd like to sleep in a room, please." but then Twilight remembered: they were broke. "Oh.. dat will be twenty dollars." Dollars? Twilight had never heard of that. Luckily, Pinkie had some bits on her and she put in on the counter. "What do ya know? I did have money!"

The lady looked at the bits like they were some sort of small monster. "What is this?" she said slowly "We no take foreign currency!" Twilight started to cry. All she wanted was a bed to sleep in and then be able to get back home. "Aww, it's okay Twilight! All we need to do is try to find some money! What if we look for a job?" Twilight looked at Pinkie Pie. "Where could we find a job in the middle of the night?" The lady decided to try and help them. "There's a place down the street that needs employees!" Twilight took her advice and went back outside with Pinkie Pie.

"Pancake Paradise?" said Twilight. Pinkie was excited. She was wondering if she could be able to make the goodies for the customers. She could make waffles, pancakes, cupcakes, candy; so much stuff! They walked inside and asked to see the manager for the job. "You're hired." she said, giving them the uniforms. "Okay...." said Twilight confusedly "No interview?" The manager looked at Twilight. "Why need one? Anyways, get those on then follow me to the kitchen."

When Twilight stepped out of the gross bathroom filled with cockroaches, she was ready to get this over with. They followed the manager, Hillary, to the kitchen. "Alright, what I need you to do is to clean these dishes." she said, then walked out without giving any further instruction. Twilight, acting very depressed, started the tedious task. "Awww, what's the matter, Twi? Do you need some cheering up?" "What I need is a bed!" Pinkie and Twilight continued their work. Then, Pinkie started to get out of hand.

First, Pinkie noticed that the soap made bubbles that would float in the air when she squeezed it. After squeezing the bottle a bagillion times, the whole dish-washing area was filled with bubbles. Twilight quickly popped them all; afraid the manager would see and fire them. "Pinkie! Be careful! You're gonna get us fired!" Pinkie ignored her, and started to spin the plates in her hand. "Hey... I could never do this with hooves!" she said happily. She then took it to the extreme: one plate in both hands, one on her head, and one on her shoe. Then, the inevitable happened. The plates succumbed to gravity and then crashed on the tile floor.

"What the heck?" said the manager. She walked in and saw that there were four smashed plated on the floor. "Alright." she said, controlling her temper "Since you two bozos can't clean dishes, you can work the register and serve food!" Twilight thought that would be even more difficult for Pinkie to handle, but she didn't care.

And then we are where we started, Twilight serving a dish to a rude man and Pinkie working the register, getting change wrong. "When are we getting payed?" asked Twilight. "In about three days." the manager replied. This was going to be a long three days.

Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took a while to come out. Please give me feedback! I'd love to hear what you guys liked and didn't like about the story!

-Freeze