The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde VS. MLP

Ms. Pinkie Was Quite At Ease:

A fortnight later, by excellent good fortune, the baker threw one of her infamous parties for some five or six old friends, all reputable ponies and all judges of good cider; and Ms. Sparkle so contrived that she remained behind after the others had departed. This was no new arrangement, but a thing that had befallen many scores of times. Where Twilight was liked, she was liked well. Hosts loved to detain the librarian when others had already their foot on the threshold; they liked to sit awhile in her unobtrusive company, sobering their minds in the pony’s rich knowledge after the expense and strain of gaiety. To this rule, Ms. Pinkie was no exception; and as of now sat on the opposite side of the fire- a bright pink, curly haired, sky-blue eyed pony of the same age as Ms. Sparkle, with something of a lively cast, but every mark of capacity and kindness- you could see by her looks that she cherished for Ms. Sparkle a sincere and warm affection.

“I’ve been waiting to have a talk with you, Pinkie,” began the latter. “You know that will of yours?”

A close observer might have gathered that the topic was distasteful; but the baker carried it off gaily. “Ohh Twilight,” said she, “why are you always so super-duper concerned about my will? You are the only pony I know who has a problem with it… well, unless you count Rarity, at what she called my “uncouth” ways. She’s one of my bestest of all bestest friends; I always want to invite her to my parties, but… well she thinks she’s a balloon: too “high up” to be seen with me. A meanie balloon, if you ask me. Nopony makes me as sad as Rarity.”

“You know I never approved of it,” pursued Ms. Sparkle, ruthlessly disregarding the fresh topic.

“My will? Yeah, I’ve noticed,” said the baker, a little less bounce in her step. “You tell me all the time.”

“Well, I’m telling you again,” continued the librarian. “I have been learning something of your friend Diane.”

Ms. Pinkie quit her bouncing altogether; something twinkled in her blue eye. “Don’t bring that up,” said she; all hints of joy had left her voice. “We agreed to not talk about that.”

“What I’ve heard is unacceptable,” said Ms. Sparkle. “You don’t understand my position,” she said with a certain incoherency of manner. “I am painfully situated, Pinkie; my position is a very strange one. This is something that can’t be fixed by talking.”

“Pinkie,” said Ms. Sparkle, “you know me; I am a trustworthy pony. Tell me your problem in confidence; and I know I can help you out of it.”

“Twilight,” said the baker, “this is super swell of you to do, super-duper swell, and I can’t make enough cupcakes to thank you with. I believe you completely; I trust you before any other pony alive, even myself if I had the choice; but Twilight, it isn’t as bad as you are making it out to be. Let me tell you some super news: anytime I want, I can be done with Diane, never to see her again. I Pinkie-Pie Pro… no, DOUBLE Pinkie-Pie Promise you that; But thank you soo much for caring about me, thankyouthankyouthankyou… But one more thing, Twilight: keep this all a secret,” Ms. Pinkie bounced at her last word.

Ms. Sparkle reflected a little, looking into the fire.

“I trust you, Pinkie,” she said at last, getting to her hooves.

“Since we’re on the subject, and hopefully for the last time,” continued the baker, “there’s something I want you to know. I am super interested in poor Diane. I know you ran into her; she told me she talked to you; I hope she wasn’t a meanie-meanie pants. But I care about this pony a lot; and if I ever disappear, Twilight, pretty please Pinkie-Pie Promise me you will bear with her and follow my will. You would if you knew the whole story; it would mean so much to me if you promised.”

“I can’t pretend that I like her,” said the librarian.

“I didn’t ask you to,” pleaded Ms. Pinkie, laying her hoof upon the other’s shoulder. “Pleasepleaseplease help her for my sake, if I’m gone.”

Ms. Sparkle heaved an irrepressible sigh. “Well,” said she, “I promise,” and preceded to go through the motions of her friend’s signature promise, ending with a hoof covering her eye.