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

Incident at the Window:

It changed on Sunday, when Ms. Sparkle was on her usual walk with Ms. Applejack, that their way lay once again through the by-street; and that when they came in front of the bakery, both stopped to gaze on it.

“Well,” said Ms. Applejack, “at least that’s all said and done with. “Won’t be seein’ much of that Diane anytime soon.”

“I hope not,” said Ms. Sparkle. “Did I ever tell you that I saw her awhile back, and that I got the same feelings of dislike you said you experienced when you first saw her?”

“It’s impossible to do one without the other,” returned Ms. Applejack. “And by the way, how come ya’ never told me this is where Pinkie Pie lives? I just recently found that out.”

“Ohh, sorry. I guess it never came into conversation,” said Ms. Sparkle. “Speaking of which, let’s go around and look at the windows to see if we can find Pinkie. She won’t let anyone see her in her room, but I sometimes see her from afar at her window. To be honest, I am uneasy about poor Pinkie; but even if from outside, I think the presence of her friends will do her some good.”

The area was very cool and a little damp, and full of premature twilight, although the sky, high up overhead, was still bright with sunset. The back facing window of the three windows on the protruding tower of the bakery was half-way open; and sitting close beside it, taking the air with an infinite sadness of mien, like some disconsolate prisoner, Ms. Sparkle saw Ms. Pinkie.

“Hey! Pinkie!” she cried. “How are you feeling?”

“Not good, Twilight,” replied the baker drearily, “not good. But it won’t last forever, thank Celestia.”

“You spend too much time indoors nowadays,” said the librarian, “you should be out here, stretching your legs and having fun with us. Come on; grab some cupcakes and take a quick walk with us.”

“That’s very nice of you guys,” sighed the other. “I would love to; but no, no, I can’t; I just can’t. But I’m very glad to see you guys; it really means a lot. I would invite you guys up but… but my room’s a wacky wreck.”

“Well, in that case,” said the librarian, good-naturedly, “we’ll just have to talk to you from down here then,”

“That’s what I was going to say,” returned the baker with a smile. But the words were hardly uttered, before the smile was struck out of her face by a strong convulsion from Ms. Pinkie’s body and was succeeded by an expression of such abject terror and despair, as froze the very blood of the two ponies below. Ms. Sparkle attempted to call to her friend, but to no avail. They saw it but for a glimpse for the window was instantly thrust close; but that glimpse had been sufficient, and they turned and left the street without a word; and it was not until they had come into a neighbouring thoroughfare that Ms. Sparkle at last turned and looked at her companion. They were both pale; and there was an answering horror in their eyes.

“Celestia have mercy,” said Ms. Sparkle.

But Ms. Applejack only nodded her head very seriously, and walked on once more in silence.