Happy Times Circus

My heart was racing while all six of chased after Pinkie Pie, as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Dont let him hurt me! OH CELESTIA! Please! Make the voices stop!"

She screamed, while she covered her ears with her two front hooves. Old, abandoned brick buildings that rotted with age surrounded us as we chased after her, from both sides of the street. She ran into a tent in the middle block of a forgotten town. The tent was colored with classic circus stripes that were faded with age. A green portal sucked in Pinkie, as we all halted in front of the tent. The ground started to rumble and vibrate. An unknown multi colored rainbow fluid leaked all over the place, spewing from the ground. A widening gap with this strange fluid appeared before us, as we all stared in shock. A brown, crusty hand reached out from the ground and dragged me into the fluid......when....

I woke up in a cold sweat, with my heart pounding until it felt like it was going to escape out of my chest. I peered over to Fluttershy, who was vastly still asleep next to me.

"Uhhh....Thank god it was just a dream." I told myself as I slid out of bed. I looked over to the alarm clock near Fluttershy's dashboard. 4:15 AM....Shit, work was within a few hours from now. I walked down into the kitchen and reached into the fridge for a bottle of water. I poured myself a glass while sitting at the kitchen table. A gazing moonlight beamed though the window....As I rested my head on the table, finally drifting into a deep sleep again.

It was now morning, as Fluttershy came down in her bath robe to pat me on the back. The rising sun rays struck me on the back of my head.

"Wake up, sweetie...It's almost time for the both of us to go to work." Fluttershy gently said to me.

"What time is it Flutters?" I pecked her on the cheek as she blushed in response.

"Um...it's 6:20 AM, we gotta go to work at 7:30 dear....Why wern't you in bed this morning?" She asked curiously.

"Oh....just the same reoccuring nightmares I've had about Pinkie lately...." I told her. She looked startled for my well being, since I told her about the nightmares that have been recently occuring lately.

"Oh dear...the nightmares about Pinkie....are you still having those whispers in your dreams lately too?" She asked in concern, as my droopy eyes were finally adjusting to the light in the enviroment. Yeah...the whispering ever since that living nightmare we've all experienced....never left me. As a matter of fact, the whispers now evolved into an audiable language that spoke to me almost every night now.

The voice would say over and over "They float, float, float, float......BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!" In a continuous looped fashion. We all had to get psychiatric help after the events of Unloved, but we all made a sucessful recovery....Well, at least we thought. The doctors suggested for me on how to cope with the past...was to write and publish my own book about the events of Unloved. It did ultimately help my well being in the end, but the only living soul I've told about the reoccuring nightmares, was Fluttershy. She would always confort me since in the aftermath.

I became a huge celebrity in Ponyville and thoughout all of Equestria. The Cutie Mark Crusaders would bug me for an autograph every time I traveled into town for groceries. Lyra and a few other ladies would chase after me, as Fluttershy gave them the 'stare'. They would quickly scurry away after that. I finally achieved my dream of having my own gym, which was maintained by own staff and crew. A mixture of ponies and humans operated the gym 24/7 almost all year around.

Iron will would run workout seminars in strength and motivation. Fluttershy ran daycare for the fillies and foals. She would babysit any children, who's parents would take off for the day. I was the fulltime manager and CEO, while I hired Rainbow Dash as part time manager whenever I was away. Rarity always relaxed at the sauna or at the main gym, still looking for her dream guy. Twilight Sparkle continued to read books on her bike machines. Applejack could now leg press a whopping 3000 lbs, where everyone around her stared in awe. Pinkie pie had her own brand of workout powders and shakes, as she was rated #1 with her products in 'best tasting protein powder' according to Strength Stallions magazine....

As I did my regular routine of gym matience and check ups, I walked down to the local juice bar to visit Pinkie Pie. I veered into her store, to see her not working behind the cashier counter....I ran down to Rainbow Dash, who kept a list of employee's in her time card log.

"Hey Dash, have you seen Pinkie Pie lately? Her store is completely empty....Did she log in before work today?" I asked her in concern.

Dash pulled out her log book and located Pinkie's name. She stated that she has not logged in for the past three days, with no traces of her calling in for being sick or anything. I couldn't fire Pinkie because of all the shit the six of us went though, as Dash looked up in worry to me.

"No traces of her time card punched out tall guy...since the past three days. I'm worried about her. I've havent seen her in town lately either...Maybe we should check up by her house?" Dash said in suggestion.

I closed the gym early that day, as the six of us made our way to Pinkie Pie's house.

"Pinkie! Are you in there?" Dash yelled at Pinkie's door with no response.

Twilight tried the door....only to find it locked. Fluttershy peered into the windows of her darkened house, only for her vision to be blocked by wooden boards that were nailed from the inside of her home.

"Pinkie! If you don't open this door....I'm going to kick it down!" I yelled into the door.

"Darling, I'm deeply uneasied by the fact that Pinkie hasn't responded for the past 10 minutes....You should kick down the door to see if she's alright....." Rarity told me. I assembled Applejack to buck the door open, as I readied my leg to kick it open.

"Right sugarcube....in 3...2...1....." We both simultaneously kicked the door open.

Pinkie was found shaking on the hard wooden floor in the middle of her house, all curled up in a ball. Her ribs were exposed on her side, as she hasn't eaten or drank anything for the past three days. Her hair was strait down. Her friends indicated to me that this was her split side of her personality.

I reached over to touch Pinkie on her back.....when.....