Pinkie Pie Realizes That She's in a Fan-Fiction

by Crimsee

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Pinkie Pie, Random
Length: 3871

You read that title right. In this Fanfiction, Pinkie finds out that she is being written by me. And she goes crazy, because of it.

Pinkie finds out that she's being written by me, The Author, and she starts to go crazy after finding out.

She tries to talk to her best friends about it, but it does no good.

(Before you start reading this Fanfiction, I'd like to take the time thank my really good friend, TehEpicDusk for proofreading this little short story. So, I'll be leaving a link to their DeviantArt here.)

Published 2017-09-05 02:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-09-05 02:50:06 UTC

Pinkie Pie Realizes She's in a Fan-Fiction

Pinkie Pie Realizes That She's in a Fan-Fiction

In the magical land of Equestria, the sun was rising and the moon was lowering. Ponies began to wake up to get on with their lives.

One of those ponies was Pinkie Pie.

Pinkie Pie was brushing her teeth for the third and final time. She wanted to have the perfect smile for each and every day. So she brushes her teeth three times in the morning and before bed. Which is probably a good thing, considering how much sugar she consumes each day.

After she was done, she spat out the toothpaste into the sink, and washed her toothbrush with hot water, then placed it in the toothbrush holder. Then she looked at herself in the mirror. "Looking good, Pinkie!" She spoke, smiling at her sparkling teeth.

Suddenly, her eye twitched. "Wait a minute..." She looked around in her bathroom. "Why do I have the feeling that..." She started, beginning to trot backwards. When her rump bumped into the wall, her eyes widened, screaming "SOMEPONY'S WRITING MEEEEE!" before she zoomed into her bedroom to hide under her blankets on her bed.

Suddenly, the Cakes ran into the bedroom from hearing Pinkie's scream. "Pinkie!" Mrs. Cake yelled, looking for the pink earth pony. Mr. Cake had a baseball bat in his muzzle, clearly thinking there was an intruder.

Pinkie was currently shaking in her bed. Mrs. Cake was the first to notice that, and lifted up the blanket from the bed, only to see Pinkie lying there in the fetal position.

Mr. Cake dropped the baseball bat and trotted to his wife's side. "Pinkie, what's wrong?!" He asked with a concerned look on his face.

She muttered something, in which the Cakes didn't understand. "Uhh..." Mrs. Cake started, looking at her husband for a second, then at Pinkie. "What was that?" She asked with a nervous smile.

Pinkie suddenly screamed "SOMEPONY'S WRITING ME!!" before zooming past the Cakes and jumping out of the window.

The Cakes looked at the shattered window, then at each other, both extremely confused.

--- --- --- --- -0- --- --- --- ---

Twilight was humming a tune as she was trotting down a hallway in her castle. She was going to her kitchen, to check on her number one assistant, Spike.

She told Spike to bake a batch of lemon cookies because they were both invited to Fluttershy and Discord's tea party, so Twilight thought that it would be rude to not bring any snacks for them to all enjoy.

When Twilight went into the kitchen, she saw that Spike was looking for something. "Spike, what are you looking for?" She asked, trotting to him. He was going through a cabinet.

"Oh!" He yelped in surprise, falling out of the cabinet. He would've had hit the crystal floor if it wasn't for Twilight catching him in her levitation. She lifted Spike up so that she can look at him. He was the first to speak. "Oh... Hehe, thanks... I was looking for the baking soda. It looks like we're out."

Twilight gave him a confused look. "Out? Spike, that's not possible. I bought a whole bag yesterday." Spike nodded in agreement.

"I know! I remember writing it down on your grocery list!" He claimed. Twilight levitated Spike onto her back and began to look around. "And I know how many times you double check your lists." He decided to add, but she didn't pay attention.

Twilight began to look around to kitchen, to see if she could get a possible flashback of where she had placed the baking soda. Then, she remembered. “Ooooohh.” Spike once again gave her a confused look. “I placed it somewhere else because the cabinets were full,” she explained, walking to a closet. “So, I just used the closet.”

“Oh... Well, that makes sense, I guess,” Spike replied. After Twilight solved that little mystery, she opened the closet and tried to levitate the bag of baking soda out of the closet, but weirdly enough, she was struggling. “What is it?” Spike asked.

“Ugh! It's heavier than I remembered. . .” Twilight gave it a strong nudge. Not only did the baking soda bag come out, but also a terrified pink pony who was holding onto the bag tight.

Both Spike and Twilight had surprised expressions on their faces. “Pinkie Pie?!?” They both shouted.

Pinkie blinked and looked up at Twilight and Spike. “Shhhh! They might hear us!...” Pinkie Pie said, causing Spike and Twilight to look at each other, confused.

Once they stopped looking at each other, they both turned their gaze to Pinkie, wearing nervous facial expressions. “... They?...” The alicorn and dragon both said hesitantly.

Pinkie looked at them again. “The author!!” She yelled in a silent whisper. This only confused Twilight and Spike even more. Pinkie noticed this. “They can be writing about us, guys!”

“Um... What?” Twilight asked, even though she probably shouldn't. It was Pinkie Pie, after all.

Pinkie got close to her face, to the point where the ends of both of their muzzles touched. “The AUTHOR!” She screamed, which caused Twilight to jump back, and Spike to get a better grip on Twilight's back.

“Pinkie, calm down! There's no one writing about... Us. Who would even do that?!” Twilight questioned, becoming less confused, and more concerned the more her friend talked.

“SOMEPONY WHO HAS NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN WRITE A STORY ABOUT US!” Pinkie bursted out loud, causing Spike to almost fall off of Twilight again.

Twilight blinked. “Pinkie. I can assure you that nopony is writing a story about you or me! Where did you even get this idea from?!” She questioned, hoping this isn't some prank from Rainbow Dash.

Pinkie looked around before whispering into Twilight's ear... “... My pinkie sense told me.” This caused Twilight to step back, and look at Pinkie.

Twilight remembered what happened the last time she questioned it. Last time, the pinkie senses were wrong.

“... O-kay... Spike and I gotta bake these lemon cookies for a tea party...” Twilight said nervously.

“Hmm. Fine! But you were warned!” Pinkie spoke before going into the baking soda bag.

“Uhh, Pinkie. We need that-” Twilight was cut off from shock. When she opened the bag, there was no trace of the pink pony.

“Umm... Where did she go?!” Spike asked as they both looked around.

--- --- --- --- -0- --- --- --- ---

Everyone's favorite shy pony, Fluttershy, was making a pot of hot water. As she began to boil the water, she hummed a tune that a few birds had sung when she woke up.

She looked at the clock and smiled. She had plenty of time before the tea party started. She was expecting Twilight and Spike to arrive first, though. Mainly because Discord said that he'll be a little late, but she also knew about how Twilight hates to be late for events such as this one.

Suddenly, she heard a knock coming from her front door.

“Already?” She murmured to herself as she trotting into her living room, and to her front door. Hesitantly, she slowly opened the door.

A grey pegasus with a golden mane stood behind it, right next to a box.

“D-Derpy?” Fluttershy hid slightly behind her long pink mane. “Wh-what are you, err... d-doing here?” She asked, hoping this will end soon.

“To deliver a package, Fluttershee!” Derpy said with a dorky smile.

Now, Fluttershy just noticed the cardboard box right next to her. “Oh... W-who, um, sent it?” Fluttershy asked nervously. She didn't bother really correcting Derpy, simply because there is no point in even trying to. Derpy always gets her name wrong, for some weird reason.

“It was from an anonymous sender, Shee!” Derpy scooted the box towards Fluttershy's front door. “Sorry, Fluttershee. But I have more packages that need to be delivered.” She said before flying off.

After the mare was gone, Fluttershy looked at the box curiously. Then she trotted outside of her cottage to pull the box inside. When she closed the front door, she made sure to lock it.

Fluttershy then just looked at the box.

“Who would send me a package?” She wondered out loud. “Maybe... Discord?” She stepped to the box, then began to open it. When she opened the top of it, all that can be seen were those little airbags. Which were pink...

Why were they pink?

Suddenly, one of the bags popped, causing Fluttershy to jump back, her eyes widened. She looked at the box with a fearful expression.

Then Pinkie's head came out of the box.

This caused Fluttershy to jump back even more. “P-P-PINKIE?!” She screamed, which was not loud what so ever, from being surprised yet again.

“Fluttershy, shhhhhh!” Pinkie shushed. Fluttershy hesitantly walked back to the box.

“P-Pinkie, what are you doing here? Or in there?” Fluttershy asked, looking at the pink pony in confusion.

“Sorry I couldn't knock on your door, Fluttershy,” Pinkie apologized, then looked around. “... But I needed to make sure that I wasn't... Written on the way here.”

“U-um... What?” Fluttershy said, tilting her head slightly at Pinkie.

“I need a place to hide in, Fluttershy,” Pinkie said as she hopped out of the cardboard box. “Until the author stops writing me.”

“W-writing... You? Pinkie, you're not m-making any sense,” Fluttershy said, then quickly added, “If you don't mind me saying so...”

“Fluttershy.” Pinkie turned to her. “There is somepony writing about me! Ever since I woke up this morning, I felt like something was off. It was just until I brushed my teeth that I got the pinkie sense. The pinkie sense that tells me that there's a pony writing about me, and you, and every single pony I talk to!”

Fluttershy didn't know how to respond to that.

“... You... You have a pinkie sense that tells you that somepony is writing you?... ” Was the only thing that came out of Fluttershy's mouth.

“... Yes,” Pinkie replied. “Since you clearly don't understand, I guess I'll just have to find somepony else to help me,” she said as she jumped back into the cardboard box. She turned her head to Fluttershy. “Spoiler alert: Twilight is making cookies.” She lowered into the box and closed it.

Fluttershy just stood there. “U-um... I'm s-sorry?...”

--- --- --- --- -0- --- --- --- ---

Ponyville's local fashion designer, Rarity, was having a rather relaxing day. She hasn't received any difficult orders lately. Just a few dresses here and there.

Right now, she was looking over a few measurements she had made for one of her clients. Until suddenly, the sound of a bell ringing could be heard.

She turned around excitingly. “Hello, and welcome to the Carousel Boutique, how may I-” She stopped talking after saw Pinkie, then said, “Oh, hello Pinkie. How are you on this lovely day?”

Pinkie looked at her. “To be honest, not that great.” Before Rarity could have replied, Pinkie continued. “I need a disguise, Rarity,” she quickly said.

Rarity blinked.

“What on earth for?” Rarity asked, looking at Pinkie in slight confusion. “Is this some sort of a prank that you're planning with Rainbow Dash?”

“Nope. This isn't a prank or a joke, Rarity.” Pinkie looked around the inside of the boutique. Rarity slightly tilted her head.

“Pinkie, what are you looking for?” She asked, getting slightly concerned for her friend.

“Oh, nothing. Just making sure that I wasn't read on my here,” Pinkie explained, looking at Rarity. “But it's a little hard to tell...”

“Uhh, darling? What are you going on about? You're making sure that you weren't... Read here?” Rarity asked. She was now equally confused and concerned.

“Okay, Rarity. What I am about to say, will blow. Your. Mind.” Pinkie looked at her. “... Are you ready?” She asked.

Rarity nodded.

Pinkie took a deep breath.

“... Ever since I brushed my teeth, I got the pinkie sense that told me that I was being written by somepony, so I jumped out of the window and went to Twilight's castle so that I could hide in her kitchen but she found me and I told her that I was being written by an author but then she said she had to bake cookies so I went to Fluttershy's cottage to ask her if I could hide out there until the author stopped but she just didn't understand so I went here to get a disguise and now here we are.” Pinkie said in one single sentence, taking a few breaths after doing so.

“Well… Um...” Rarity just looked at here. “I can... Kinda relate to that,” she said after a moment of silence. Pinkie's eyes widened.

“Wait, really?!” Pinkie smiled, and began hopping around Rarity, then stopped once she was in front of Rarity. “How does it feel? Is it scary, or irritating? Tell me!”

“Oh, well... At first, I suppose I was a little bit nervous at the thought of being written about,” Rarity started, “But after a while, it just began to feel... Normalish, I suppose?”

“Wait, how long were you written, Rarity? How long!?” Pinkie questioned, getting nose to nose to Rarity.

“Um, oh let me think... A few years now?” Pinkie Pie did not like that answer.

“A few years!? I have to deal with the feeling of a pony writing most of my life for a few years?!”

“Wait... Are talking about... A story?” Rarity asked.

Pinkie Pie only nodded.

“Oh. Well, I was talking about being in fashion magazines.” Rarity said, frowning at Pinkie.

“Oh.” Pinkie sadly looked at the ground. Then suddenly, “IDDDDEEEEEEEAAAAAA!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed. “Thanks for the talk, Rarity! You can forget about my disguise. I have a better plan,” she said before giving Rarity a quick hug and leaving.

Rarity stood there and blinked. “... But... That's my thing!”

--- --- --- --- -0- --- --- --- ---

It was now noon. Residents of Ponyville were maintaining their shops, or just walking around to enjoy the sunshine. It was a really nice day.

But of course, not all ponies would be awake to see the gorgeous day. Ponies like Rainbow Dash; ponies who take long naps during the day.

Right now, she was snoring on a cloud. Sleeping peacefully on one of the most comfortable things you could sleep on.

Well, that was until a high pitched voice screamed her name from down below.

“RAINBOW DASH!” Pinkie Pie was under her cloud.

Rainbow barely opened her eyes and looked down. “Pinkie, I'm trying to sleep here!” She yelled, glaring at her friend.

“Oh, I'm sorry! I just wanted you to hear an awesome story I wrote!” Pinkie yelled as she pulled out a brown book, to show it to Rainbow.

“Awesome, you say? I'll be the judge of that!” Dash yelled before zooming from the cloud, then to the ground in under a minute.

“Alright... It hasn't been proofread by anypony yet, so it's a massive work in progress,” Pinkie warned, looking at Rainbow Dash.

“Alright. Let's hear it.” Rainbow Dash sat on the ground, looking at her friend.

“Alright. Be prepared... To be... Awesomenized!” Pinkie opened the book. “Once upon a time, there was an author, desperate to be loved, who started writing a story about Pinkie, because they had nothing better to do.”

Pinkie then looked up at Rainbow Dash, eager for some feedback.

“Uhhh...” Rainbow Dash just gave her a look. “That's it?” She finally forced out.

“Like I said, it's a massive W.I.P.” Pinkie reminded, closing her book. “Other than the length, what did you think of it, Dashie?” Pinkie asked, looking at her friend with an excited face.

“Oh, well... I thought it was confusing.” Rainbow Dash looked at Pinkie. “Look, I may be awesome at pretty much everything, but... Umm... Writing isn't really my style, Pinkie. You should go to Twi for that,” Rainbow hesitantly said, scratching the back of her head.

“Okay, firstly, Twilight is having a tea party with Discord and Fluttershy. Secondly, I know about the FanFictions you write, Dashie.” Rainbow Dash's eyes widened.

“I, uhh, don't know what you're talking about!” Rainbow Dash quickly said.

“Oh, don't worry, Dashie. Your writing is way less embarrassing than what Scootaloo writes about you. I mean, you just write about adventures you would have with Daring Do,” Pinkie said, looking at Rainbow Dash. “I'll Pinkie promise to not tell anypony if it makes you feel any better.”

Rainbow Dash knew there was no point in denying. “Uhh, no need, Pinkie. I trust that you won't tell anypony,” She said, smiling at Pinkie. “So, the little spurt writes FanFictions about me, huh?”

Pinkie nodded. “Yep! Lots, too.”

“Who wouldn't? I'm the most awesome pony in Ponyville!” Rainbow looked at Pinkie Pie. “You said her writing is more embarrassing than mine?”

“Oh, yeah. The stuff she writes about would make you blush,” Pinkie claimed, looking at her friend.

“Hah! I doubt it. What's one thing she wrote?” Rainbow asked with curious eyes.

“Well,” Pinkie pondered. “Oh yeah! There's this one story where she had you and Rarity make out!”

Rainbow Dash's eyes widened. “Whhhaaaaaat?!”

“Wait, it was just a prank!” Pinkie quickly said. “But it was so worth the face you made!” She then fell onto the ground in laughter.

Rainbow Dash blinked and laughed. “That was...” She said in between her laughter “A good one!”

Pinkie then suddenly remembered. “Oh shoot! I forgot I was being written today. Sorry Dashie, but I gotta go!” Pinkie said, zooming away.

“Uhhh... What?” Rainbow Dash asked herself, slightly confused. Pinkie left her book here, and Dash didn't see any harm in reading it.

Upon flipping to the first page, she saw a drawing of herself, riding a dragon through a hoop of fire. After she saw the picture, she whispered a word. “Awesome...”

--- --- --- --- -0- --- --- --- ---

Applejack was having a relaxing day. She was almost done bucking apples for the day. Just a few more, then she was done. Applejack just needed to fill up her final basket, then she would head back to her house to eat dinner.

Applejack raised her hooves, then bucked the tree. With just one buck, she was able to make all of the apples rain into the basket. Then she picked up the basket and went on to another tree.

“Nothin' beats an honest day of hard work,” She said to herself after she positioned the basket filled with apples. Then she raised her hooves again, and gave the tree a good old buck, making all of the apples fall down into the basket.

When Applejack saw no sight of any apples in the tree, she picked up the basket and went to another tree. This final tree should fill the basket up completely.

Once again, she raised her hooves, then gave the tree a strong buck, making apples fall from the branches.

But it wasn't just apples that fell from the tree.

A certain pink pony fell from the tree and landed right next to the basket filled with apples. “Ow,” she said to herself as she forced herself up.

“Pinkie Pie?!” Applejack exclaimed as she went Pinkie. “Are ya alright?!” She quickly asked her friend.

“Yeah, I'm alright AJ,” Pinkie assured before shaking her head so that leaves and a few sticks would fly out of her mane.

“Alright... Good... What were ya doin' up there, anyways?” Applejack asked, giving her friend a look. “Were you up there eatin' apples or somethin'?”

“Oh, no! I was actually hiding,” Pinkie Pie quickly said, then looked around to make sure the ghost was clear.

“Uhh... From who, exactly?” Applejack asked after taking a look herself.

Pinkie looked around and leaned in. “The Author.” She whispered.

“The... Author? Someone who writes books?” Applejack looked at her friend with concern. “Are ya alright, Pinkie?”

“AJ, have you ever had that feeling of being written? The feeling of somepony controlling every one of your actions and conversations, and worst of... Your friend?”

Applejack really wished she could understand.

But she just couldn't.

“Wait a minute... How do I know that you're the REAL Applejack?!” Pinkie suddenly questioned, backing away from the farmer.

“Wait, what? Pinkie, what you're sayin' is nonsense! Nopony is writin' book about us, sugarcube! Why would anypony even write about us?” Applejack looked at her friend.

“Twilight asked me the same thing, fake AJ,” Pinkie said as she glared at her friend.

“I am not a fake, Pinkie!” Applejack yelled as she stomped on the ground with her forehoof.

“Oh yeah?” Pinkie looked at her. “Prove it.”

“Pinkie Pie, I don't lie.” Applejack looked at her friend.

“But you could be lying about not lying!” Pinkie retorted, then suddenly gasped. “All of my friends could be fakes! Being mindlessly controlled by the author!” Then she gasped again. “I could be mindlessly controlled by the author! None of us are truly safe!” She began galloping away while making a never-ending scream of terror.

Applejack just shook her head in frustration. “... She'll be over it by tomorrow... She better apologize, though,” she said to herself, then picked put the basket filled with apples, and began to trot to her home.

--- --- --- --- -0- --- --- --- ---

Pinkie was just in her room, alone. She interacted with each of her friends, and they didn't understand. They just didn't understand the feeling of being written by somepony.

So, she went to the wisest soul in all of Ponyville. The only who would truly understand her.

Gummy.

“-And now here I am. What should I do, Gummy?” Pinkie asked right after telling the wise alligator her story.

He just blinked.

“Wait, what? Embrace it? Why would I do that?” Pinkie looked at the alligator.

He licked his eye.

“So, you think that the author is sending some sort of a message to me by writing me?” Pinkie asked, looking at the alligator.

The alligator slowly fell onto his chin.

“Huh... Maybe.” Pinkie pondered.

The alligator made a sound with its mouth.

“You got a point there, Gummy. I should apologize to my friends. For getting mad at them for not understanding the feeling of being written... Well, I didn't get mad at Rarity and Twilight... And Rainbow. But Fluttershy and Applejack? Uggghh.” She groaned.

Gummy licked his lips.

“What? Throw a party for them?... Hey, that's actually not a bad idea, Gummy! Thanks for the talk,” Pinkie said, before going down into her little lair of party planning.

And so, the party planner began planning a party. Writing all the invitations, and choosing the balloons.

The next day, she would apologize to her two friends that she got angry with, and then all of them would enjoy the party. Applejack and Fluttershy accepted her apology.

Oh, and she apologized to the Cakes for breaking their window.

But overall, her day was great. She got to party with the ponies that she enjoys to have in her life.

She was also happy that this story had a happy ending to it.

The End