Preparations and Work (as well as other mindlessly dull and boring activities)

[sorry for the wait. I had a brief case of writers block and still on holiday which makes it harder to concentrate on this. I apologise if there are too many errors, I work best when tired for some reason and do try to fix mistakes the next day. If you liked it, please like it. if you want to read more, favorite it. And of course if you have any opinions or suggestions or whatever please comment. Anyways, enjoy!]

Pinkie dragged herself over to the mirror and stared into it. A dark pink, almost approaching purple, mare glared back. Her mane came long and straight down the sides of her head and covered one eye. She gave a quick puff of air and the strands of her mane drifted away for a second, reveling a dull blue eye which was soon covered once more by the floating hair. She let out a frustrated groan and studied herself carefully.

She won't be able to get out of town without being seen, so she will have to try and disguise herself as...herself. Anyway, it was the mane that really gave her away. She gathered it up in one hoof and pushed it to the top of her head, where it promptly fell back down.

She sat down and put a hoof to her head. She was going to have to really concentrate now. She thought back to yesterday. She pushed through the memories of candy and sunshine to get to the heart of the matter.

Yesterday morning. Waking up. Getting pill. Stabbing lights and wonderful smelling colours. Focus. Jumping out of bed. Disappearing...under the bed? What the hell?

She shook her head and thought again. She slid under the bed. The mattress whizzed past...and then she was flying out of her cupboard? This was worst than she thought. She was completely INSANE!

She needed more of it!

She didn't suffer from insanity, she enjoyed every minute of it!

Pinkie shook her head. This was not good.

*

Pinkie poked her head out of the doorway. Her mane was stuck up in it's usually position and bounced around above her head. She had to improvise and so used the thing closest to what her mane usually looked like...and smelt

She had, waxed, her mane with cotton candy.

It had taken ten minutes to wash her hoofs clean after they had been stuck together by the cotton candy. And now her mane was sticky and irritating.

All clear. She slowly tip toed out of her room and down the corridor. She had two obstacles to avoid, and by obstacles she meant ponies. Mr and Mrs Cake. Yesterday she had promised to help them finish the order for Fancy Pants' party. And baking was work.

When she thought of work all she could see was an all consuming pit of darkness and boredom.

Possibly a bit melodramatic but work just seemed so boring and pointless to her. She just wanted to go back to sleep.

A few slight creaks, but nothing obvious. She sighed in relief. Hopefully they would be too busy baking to notice....

"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

Pinkie shuddered and looked left. Through the doorway she could see the twins, sitting in their crib, bawling their eyes out and frantically waving in her direction.

Right there and then, she considered crying.

"Nononononono! Please, be quiet. Stop crying. I beg of you." And so the display of which would make even Fluttershy proud poured from her mouth in the desperate attempt to cease the wailing. It was all for naught as she heard a voice from downstairs.

"Pinkie is that you? Could you please sort the twins out and then come down and help us?" The unmistakable voice of Mrs Cake cut through the cries.

A single tear slipped it's way down her face. If looks could kill the twins would now be separated into mere atoms by the inferno that shone from Pinkie's eyes. Pumpkin Cake burbled at Pinkie's expression and giggled. Pound Cake was nibbling at a wooden block without a care in the world. But at least they were silent now.

*

As soon as her hoof hit the bottom step Mrs Cake appeared and grinned.

"Ah Pinkie! Glad to see you're up now. Can you please go help my husband with the...are you alright?" She finished of as a question.

Pinkie panicked. She had zoned out for a second.

She gave a grimace, or at least what she thought was a smile. "Oh, uhhh....i was thinking about....CUPCAKES! Yes, cupcakes! I was thinking about sugar, dough, frosting..." She had to stop before she gagged. That much sweetness would just be disgusting.

Mrs Cake struggled to keep her own smile at this creepy display. "Of course dear. Well then, once you've done that you can help Carrot with the cake for Fancy. Then you can finish the cake for your friend."

Pinkie gave another strained smile as she died inside "Of course"

Pinkie walked through into the kitchen where she battered into submission by the overwhelming smells. She put one hoof to her face, first to prevent the bile and second to try and block out any more.

This was just too much for her raw system to take without the pill. Through squinting eyes she saw the outline of Mr Cake already at work. She sighed and moved over to join him.

*

"We made it *BANG* Good evening mares and gentlecolts. We are tonights, entertainment!" The voice whispered into her ears. She watched on the small screen as the Joker held everypony hostage at the party.

This sort of activity is generally frowned upon in the work place. Which is why pinkie had sneaked away under the table to avoid work. It wasn't as if she found even this terribly exciting, watching the Dark Mare Rises again, but it sure beat the hell out of work.

"I only have one question, where is Hooves Dent?" Joker demanded from the assembled ponies

"I only have one question, why are you watching this instead of helping me?" A new voice appeared, taking the place of one ear piece.

Pinkie stifled a shriek and very nearly slammed her head against the table in her attempt to recover from the unexpected surprise.

"Ah,Mr Cake! I was um...you see...I dropped some icing and was cleaning it up! Yes, that was it."

Mr Cake sighed "I've been watching you today Pinkie. You have no motivation or energy and do the bare minimum to finish as quickly as possible. Are you alright?"

Aha! An excuse! Illness instead of work. If she could just convince him that she wasn't feeling great today maybe he'll let her off and she could get some more tablets in the meantime. Then no doubt she would happily come back and finish whatever work needs doing.

Pinkie gave a small cough "Well I haven't been very well today. I'm extremely tired. I just didn't want to be a burden" She looked up with eyes as large as saucers. There's an excuse for not mentioning it earlier, perfect!

Mr Cake gave a warm smile "Of course then Pinkie. Don't worry about it. I think i'll manage the rest of the order by myself. But first I'll help you get the cake to the party, it's starting soon isn't it?"

Pinkie did a double take and glanced down at her P-phone. 3:45. The party was in 45 minutes. If she still wanted friends she would have to do the party. And she won't be able to get the pills before hoof....

Well fu...