Pokémon: Adventures in Equestria

Volume I: How It All Began

Chapter 5

The Chosen One of Laughter

Soon, Luna and Alakazam found themselves in a rocky and barren part of Equestria. There still was some snow, but not enough to make this gloomy part of the land festive.

"Alakazam?" Her Psi Pokémon questioned, wondering if this is the right place.

Their answer was received when a warm glow was felt in Luna's cloak pocket. She reached in and pulled out a glowing pink geode. It glowed brighter when it was directed up to their forward direction.

Luna called Alakazam back to his Dusk Ball and started up the path. She still hoped that she could find the Bearer of Laughter in this desolate and isolated region of Equestria.

Not far away, there was a farm with thousands of rocks of all kinds dotting the barren fields around it. Soft and colorful lights were strung around the perimeter and silo of the area. It was actually quite a pleasant sight to see around these parts.

In one section of the rock fields, a young girl, about 10, was drawing something in a worn out sketch pad. Despite the gloomy background around her, she was like a ray of sunshine; bright and smiling widely. The Chosen One of Laughter.

The girl had straight hot pink hair that went down to her back, pale rosy skin, and crystal blue eyes. She wore a pale blue shirt underneath a soft pink winter coat, a black skirt, dark gray fur boots with white stockings, and pink earmuffs, along with a matching scarf around her neck.

Pinkamena Diane Pie, or Pinkie Pie as she preferred everyone to call her, felt her smile fade from her face and sighed heavily, her face flopping onto her sketch pad. Nothing seemed fun around here lately. Hearth's Warming Eve seemed the only time of year where there was cheerfulness in her dull home.

Whoever heard of rock farming as an employment? Pinkie had lived her whole life on her family's rock farm. But, she knew that this wasn't the life that she wanted to live. There was so much more out there, and so much to see and learn and explore. But, it seemed like her chances of accomplishing her dream of becoming a Pokémon Performer and a Pokémon party planner were getting slimmer by the day.

But, a letter came from the Pokémon School over in Ponyville came to their mailbox, asking Pinkie's parents if their daughter could attend their facility next semester, after the holidays. Pinkie was overjoyed that this had happened, but it was obvious that her parents were not. Or at least were surprised. They told their second youngest daughter that they will think it over. But Pinkie felt her spirits sink so much that she ran to her room and sulked.

Later, she decided to go outside and sketch some new ideas for performances in her sketch pad. It worked for a little while, but she still was waiting for her parents to give her their consent.

Suddenly, Pinkie had a great idea that could cheer herself up. She could sing. Singing always seemed to make things better for her. Tucking her sketch pad in a coat pocket, she picked up a long stick nearby and pretended that it was a broom and started to sweep the ground.

Pinkie Pie: 7 AM, the usual morning lineup.
Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean.
Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up.
Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15!

She then dropped the stick and started dancing around in a circle while looking through her sketch pad that she took back out. Then, she picked up the stick again and pretended to shred it like an electric guitar, but then, with a huff, she tossed it over her shoulder.

And so I'll read a book,
Or maybe two or three.
I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery.

I'll play some songs and knit
And cook and basically
Just wonder when will my life begin?

Pinkie put her sketch pad back in her coat pocket and headed towards the silo, near the decorated and lit up fenced border, and started skipping along the side of it, loving the colorful lights strung around it.

Unbeknownst to her, just a few yards away, wandering around the barren lands, there was a young boy her age. He had curly brown hair, mustard yellow skin, and green eyes framed in thin black glasses. He wore a dark gray winter poncho over his body, a thin black jacket underneath, and matching snow pants and boots. Over his back was a red worn knapsack. He was just wandering around this part when he heard the most cheerful and sweetest thing that he had heard in a long while.

Then after lunch, it's puzzles and darts and baking,
Papier-mâché, a bit of ballet and chess,
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making.

Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch,
Take a climb, sew a dress!

The boy chuckled at all the things she was pretending to do. It was definitely funny, and he felt like he could just watch her forever.

And I'll reread the books
If I have time to spare.
I'll paint my walls some more,
I'm sure there's room somewhere.

And then I'll brush and brush
And brush and brush my hair,
Stuck in the same place I've always been.

And I'll keep wondering and wondering
And wondering and wondering
When will my life begin?

Pinkie stopped and looked up at the sky, seeing that it was still gray. Her smile faded again as she leaned against the silo and stared up. A longing look was in her crystal blue eyes.

Hopefully soon,
My dream will be made clear,
Just like I've been hoping for almost every year.

What is it like
Out there where everything's aglow?
Now that I'm older,
Mom and Dad might
Let me go.

She then slid down to the cold hard ground and huddled herself against her legs, hugging them tightly. The boy felt sorry for her. It was obvious that she didn't like her life here in this barren place. Just like him, when he was living in the city.

Suddenly, Pinkie felt a warmth coming from nearby. She lifted her head and saw a pink glow from the ground a few feet away. She slowly stood up and walked over to it. There, in the dry dirt, there was a sparkling pink geode. She had never seen such a beautiful and colorful rock before. Feeling drawn to it for some reason, Pinkie slowly reached out and grabbed it.

A blast of warm pink light rippled through the air as soon as she did, making Pinkie's hair go all frizzy, and it also had hit the boy, who was seeing the whole thing.

When the light faded, Pinkie saw that the geode had turned into a pretty geode necklace that had her signature balloons engraved on it, and it magically tied itself around her neck.

She had just placed a finger on it when the bell rang for supper. Pinkie looked around her, and had to do a double blink when she thought she saw a boy near the fence. But, when she looked again, he was gone. Feeling slightly confused, Pinkie went to the farmhouse, hoping for a miracle to get a better life.

Meanwhile, the boy had gotten far away enough from the rock farm to catch his breath. He almost got caught because for a split second, the girl's eyes met his. He quickly took it as a sign to get going. He was going to Canterlot to see if he could attend a school there. Hopefully, like her, he could have a better life.

Princess Luna saw the whole thing from a different part of the rock farm, and she smiled softly. Laughter wasn't just making others laugh; it was also being there for them and always wanting to see the brighter side of situations, no matter how hopeless or dire they might be.

As she thought of where to go next, a glow came from her cloak pocket. Luna reached into it and saw that the white geode had begun glowing. She postioned it around like a compass, and it glowed brighter when it was towards the direction of Canterlot.

Looks like I'm heading back home right now. The Princess of the Night thought as she put the white geode back in her pocket and called out her Alakazam again.

"Teleport." She said. The Psychic type complied and once again, the two vanished into millions of rainbow-colored light lines.

Author's Note

A/N: I hoped y'all enjoyed this chapter. Next up is Rarity.

The song that I used is obviously "When Will My Life Begin?" from the movie Tangled. I think this song could have worked in this part of Pinkie's life when she was living on the rock farm. Even up to this day, I still don't understand the point of a rock farm.

I'll see you guys in Chapter 6, then! Please let me know what you guys think.

Got to fly! ;)