MINIFIC MAYHEM

Twilight sat in the center of her library, an enormous pile of books sitting opposite her. A trickle of sweat slid down her face. In her mind she readied herself, repeating the process with which she would sort them.

Today was a special day, one Twilight both loved and feared. Loved for the potential efficiency it would give her; feared for the amount of concentration it took. Bigger than re-shelving day: re-categorizing day.

“This’ll help with the new assignment the princess gave me,” she reminded herself.

The magic had just begun to envelop her horn when a familiar ringing sound cut through the library. She tightened her expressions, but softened them once she remembered there was another pony in with her now.

She stood up and turned around, putting on a big smile. “Welcome to Ponyville Library, where our first priority is always…”

She would have continued, had she not screamed at the sight before her.

“Hey Twilight, how’s it goin?” Pinkie asked, oblivious to her friend’s terror

Twilight fell back on her haunches. “P-P-Pinkie…” she stuttered, eyes wide open. “Wha-wh-what is that in your head?!”

Lodged within Pinkie’s cranium above her left eye was a silver knife. Bright red blood trickled down half her face.

Pinkie rotated her eyes to see it. “Oh, this?” She flicked it once. “Isn’t it great? Rarity was talking about the newest fashions, and she told me that shiny was making a comeback, so I asked myself, what could be shinier than a knife? I couldn’t think of how to wear it at first, so I just put it right here in my noggin!”

Twilight’s mouth opened, but no words came. Her mind was still trying to process the blood, let alone the explanation for the knife itself.

“Ok, Twilight. Pinkie has a knife in her head, which should have killed her. Think, there’s got to be an explanation for this…” Her mind circled through many interesting explanations, before remembering one important fact; this was Pinkie, princess of pranks.

She stood up, slightly less wobbly than before. “Haha, that was a good one Pinkie, you really had me scared for a second there.” She walked over and began inspecting the knife. “I must say, this is a very realistic prop. I wonder how it-“

She tugged on the knife. With no resistance, Pinkie’s head popped off her neck.

“How it what, Twilight?”

Twilight fainted.