A week with the Mane 7

by Smashology

Rating: everyone
Tags: Equestria Girls, Main 7 (EqG), Slice of Life, Human, Second Person
Length: 7263

What if the Mane 7 were the days of the week? How would it feel to spend a week with them? For you, there will be chaos. For them there will be more chaos.

What if the Mane 7 were the days of the week? How would it feel to spend a week with them? For you, there will be chaos. For them there will be more chaos.

One girl per day.

Published 2019-12-16 15:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-12-22 15:36:35 UTC

Applejack (Monday)

Author's Note

This is an experiment I want to try. I know other authors have done something similar and I want to give my little contribution to it.

Applejack (Monday)

You wake up, it’s the start of a new week, time to eat, sleep and repeat... but something’s wrong. Next to your bed is a girl with blond hair, green eyes and freckles among her body. She wears a cowboy hat and western attire. With all her strength, she lifts the mattress from the bed, with you included and throws you to the floor. While you recover from the surprise and the strike, she approaches you and lifts you off the floor, sees you romantically, you’re hypnotized by her eyes, you think it’s love at first sight.

"What’s the matter? Did ya have a good weekend?" She asks.

"Yes."

You smile at her, then she gives you a body blow randomly out of nowhere.

"Go to work!"

"But I’m on vacation."

"Ah don’t care. No money, no livin’. So go to work!"

Painfully, you get ready for the day. You take a shower, get dressed, have breakfast and go to your work. Your boss doesn’t question the fact that you go to the office on your day off, go to your desk and turn on the computer. The country girl followed you all the way without losing sight of you. When you “start to work” she leaves for a moment, you’re peacefully uneasy. Then she comes back.

"What are ya doin’?"

"I’m working, like you said."

"Well it doesn’t seem fer me. Have ya seen yer emails?"

"Yes I have."

"Are ya sure? Ya have a lot of pending", she asks while poking to your head.

"Yes."

You answer the best you can, but you’re crying internally. You reply her back.

"I didn’t expect you too soon."

"And things are just gettin’ started. Go back to work."

A ringtone sounds, it’s her cell phone. She needs to attend the call and leaves you alone. It’s your time to run away, so you take your chance. It would be tempting to leave the office and go back home, you think, but that’s the first place she would go looking for you, so you look for an alternative. In the hallway there’s an open door that leads to a broom closet, you have chosen your route. You get in and close the door. You plan to stay in there for the rest of the day, because you don’t want to be in the same room as her. As the minutes and hours go by you ask yourself many questions in the head. Who the hell is she? Where she came from? What is she doing here? Why does she treat you so badly? Does she earn something by being here or with you for that matter? Why don’t the rest of your coworkers have someone similar or can others see her? Is this part of a program you didn’t remember entering? Suddenly the door opens abruptly and the light blinds you, revealing the identity of the one who found your hideout.

"Please be my boss, please be my boss," you whisper.

But you’re wrong! She’s just standing there... smiling menacingly.

"There ya are!"

She gets you out of the broom closet by pulling your ear. It pains you.

"Did ya think ya were goin’ to get rid of me so fast?"

"No, of course not."

That’s not true, your tears are the evidence. She drags you back to your desk (still pulling your ear, of course) and sits you down on your chair. But this time, to prevent you from running away from her again, she stays with you and sits down on your printer. She stares at you, that glare intimidates you and makes you go back to work. There’s nothing you can do, just follow the instructions. You enter your Facebook account to check your boss’s files and add the information to your current work, otherwise she won’t be happy. Noticing this, the country girl takes one paper sheet away from the printer, rips it apart, makes little paper balls and throws them at you one by one.

"Stop distractin’ yerself."

"I used Facebook to check the boss’s files."

"Yeah, sure, and Ah’d like to meet a guy who doesn’t change his phone number after the first date."

"I’m telling the truth."

"Everyone says the same."

You had enough of this girl. Who does she think is to invade your personal space and tell you what to do?

"Excuse me. Do you enjoy making me feel miserable?"

"Ah only do what Ah think is best for ya!"

"Well it doesn’t seem for me. Just stop doing it and leave me alone."

"But–!"

"Leave me alone!"

She doesn’t seem to take it very well, she feels heartbroken and about to cry, she flees. You feel calmer, but you also feel guilty for what you just did. Even if you don’t want to admit it, you feel legitimately bad about yelling at her. You get up from your seat and go get it. You try to describe it to your coworkers, but they don’t understand you. You look in the rest of the building, but nothing. It seems that she has left your life. That was what you wanted, right?

You want to find her just to say sorry. You give up and stop looking for her, you take a break on the hallway, until you find the same broom closet where you hid before. The door is open, let’s take a look inside. There she is, sitting on the floor and crying on her knees. You approach and sit next to her.

"Are you ok?"

"What do ya think?"

"You’re right, that was stupid from my part. I just want to say I’m sorry, it’s just that sometimes your orders and nature stress me. But I promise it would never happen again."

"Don’t make promises ya won’t keep. Everyone says the same thing, but the truth is that nobody likes me, nobody wants to be with me, they all hate me even though what Ah do is because Ah care ‘bout them. They don’t seem to care about their future or their retirement plan, they just care ‘bout having fun and nothin’ else."

"I... I never thought it that way."

"Neither them."

"You haven't told me your name yet."

"Applejack... mah name is Applejack."

You tell her yours.

"Nice to meet ya. Remember, Ah’m tough with ya ‘cause Ah care ‘bout ya."

"I’ll try to be more sincere with you, ok?"

"Yeah, and Ah promise to not be that hard with ya. Now let’s go back to work, after all, all play and no work makes Jack a dull boy."

"That’s not how it–"

That glare interrupts you and you stop talking, you know she’s right.

"Correct, let’s get back to work."

Fluttershy (Tuesday)

The sun comes out, your body feels crushed, as if an elephant driving a bulldozer ran over you. You’re crying, all the physical activity was too much for your body to handle, you really don’t want to go to the office today and a rest is all you want. Suddenly, your mattress feels heavier, it’s like someone has sit down on the couch. You turn around and find out a girl. You’re scared of her being Applejack, but to your surprise, it’s not.

She has pink hair, blue eyes and pink eyeshadow. She wears more... natural clothes, almost resembling an ecosystem, carries a handbag and has a very soft, tender voice. She looks cute to say the least.

“Hi, I’m Fluttershy.”

“Hi Fluttershy.”

You sound reluctant, you try to pretend you’re not but she notices your behavior.

“What’s the matter? Did Applejack treated you bad?”

“Yes,” you’re in the verge of crying.

“Oh.”

She tries to comprehend your situation and lifts your spirits the best she can: being the sweetest girl of the world.

“It’s not her fault, she can be a little strict sometimes. Remember what she told you: she’s tough with you because she cares about you.”

That's enough to put you in a better mood. She gets you out of bed and your hands come in contact with hers. Those eyes catch your attention once more and that smile softens you soul.

“Come with me.”

You nod. You take a shower, get dressed, have breakfast and go to your work. Once you arrived to your desk and start working, Fluttershy sits next to you. You enter Facebook.

“Stop distracting yourself,” she says, not as a threat or an order or a warning, rather a useful advice.

“Whatever you say, Fluttershy. But what if something bad happens today?”

“Don’t worry, everything is going to be just fine.”

You smile, she smiles, this will be a great day you think... then, out of nowhere she gives you a blow to the head.

“You still have work to do, you know?”

She repeats said action, followed by a kiss on the place she previously hit.

“Relax, let me bring you some coffee. I’ll be right back.”

She leaves you. Right before disappearing of your sight, you notice she pulls a cell phone out of her handbag. While she prepares your coffee and does the call, a friend of yours comes to you.

“Happy birthday, man!”

It’s not your birthday, of course. But who refuses a friend’s greeting or compliment, even if it’s as random as this one?

“Thank you, buddy!”

“What are we going to do today?”

“Nothing! You’re not going to do anything!”

Both of you didn’t notice she came back as fast as she left. She looks pissed off, as if she was ready to drop that hot coffee mug on your head.

“Sorry, pal. Maybe next time.”

Your friend is ready to run away until she, with reflexes as fast as a lighting cat, catches him by the edge of his shirt.

“Have you delivered your work already?”

“No Fluttershy.”

“You must do it, because you have to get up early tomorrow.”

She proceeds to look to your friend.

“And you too, random coworker buddy.”

That glare intimidates him enough to run for his life when she releases him. For you, this means that this girl can be seen by the others. When she returns her gaze to you, it changes immediately to her soft side. She gives you your coffee and you drink it doubtfully, however there’s nothing wrong with it. After a couple of sips, you continue working and she sits next to you as before.

“You’re doing a great job, but you look stressful.”

“Well, it’s an important job and I don’t want any faults.”

“You need a massage.”

You know she’s teasing, but her voice whispering to your ear feels tempting.

“Let me give you a massage. Do you want a massage?”

“Yes.”

You fell in her trap, but it doesn’t matter to you. She starts with your shoulders.

“It feels so good.”

However, there’s something unexpected. After some relaxation and right before she starts with you back, she stops using her hands and begins using her elbows. The massage no longer feels relaxing, it feels painful.

“You’re hurting me, you’re hurting me Fluttershy.”

Finally, she throws you to the floor, takes off her shoes and massages your back with her feet, but that doesn’t change things that much. When she finishes, she lifts you and gently sits you down on your chair. Your body feels dore.

“Why are you like that? I thought you were my friend.”

“I am. I can be your best friend if you want to, but I also have to remind you the important stuff. I can be sweet or bad, but that depends on your performance. You choose.”

Without taking her sight out of you, you start to wonder if these girls may be an opportunity for you in terms of life quality, after all, they have valid points about improving your perspective. Fluttershy searches in your computer something to amuse you.

“Look, your favorite Youtuber has uploaded a new video. What if we watch it after you complete your tasks?”

“Agree,” you give her a smile in return.

Twilight (Wednesday)

The very next day you feel exhausted, two days in a row doing your job with the pressure of two cute, yet strict girls isn’t the idea you had in mind when it comes to get along or hangout with them. You want to stay in bed for a few minutes more, but something doesn’t fit. You feel a lump and see a shade under your blankets. Maybe a thief came into your house in the middle of the night and tries to murder you as soon as you remove the sheets from the bed, maybe your ex has come for the rest of your belongings... or the most obvious solution.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. Wake up!”

A new girl, of purple eyes, sapphire blue hair with violet and pink streaks, wearing a more scholar outfit and has thick paste glasses. She looks livelier in comparison to Applejack and Fluttershy, not to say more positive and cheerful. She constantly shakes you up until you’re fully awake.

“What?!”

“This shouldn’t be a surprise for you at this point.”

“Well, it still is.”

“My name is Twilight and I’ll be here to relieve your workload from now on.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hey, calm down,” she says while letting you breathe for a moment. “We can relax a little more, but there’s still work to do.”

“But I’m not ready yet.”

“Better not to waste time then!”

She gently pushes out of the bed, the fall hurts but you don’t complain. You take a shower, get dressed, have breakfast and go to your work. Once you arrived to your desk and start working, Twilight sits on your printer and does everything she can to make you feel better with your job and with yourself. This time you don’t enter Facebook, you want to finish this as soon as possible.

“Now let’s go, let’s go!”

You feel more enthusiastic with her words of encouragement.

“Who’s the best?”

“I am.”

“Louder!”

“I AM!”

The rest of your office hears you surprised for the wrong reasons. Twilight tries to correct her mistake.

“Ok, maybe not that loud,” she murmurs to your ear.

“Well, I’m already halfway through. Just a few more paragraphs and I can return to my precious vacations.”

“Come on, you can do it, never give up.”

Twilight then gets an idea, a wonderful awful idea.

“Oh no.”

You turn around, she looks terrified, as if the government has come to arrest her.

“What’s the matter? Is something wrong? Tell me please!”

“It’s Applejack!”

“Where?! Hide me! Don’t let her hurt me!”

You hide under your desk, but nothing happens. You hear her laugh, then you realize she played to you a joke.

“I was just joking!”

“Why did you do such a thing?”

“Sorry, but I couldn’t resist. Your face was priceless, it was so funny.”

You sit down on the chair to finish your work, you may be mad with her right now, but it’s not until later you realize... she was just trying to lift you mood, to bring you a good day. Also, you don’t realize or notice the peculiar hand movements Twilight is doing, like she’s telling someone to hide. What you don’t know in this moment is that... Twilight was right. Applejack was there, hiding behind the walls of the opposite office cubicle from one of the coworkers, the one in front of yours, only showing the upper part of her head. Nobody knows what is she doing there, but she mysteriously vanishes to her hideout, without removing that glare and malicious smile of her face. Meanwhile Twilight continues checking your work while she looks for something, or rather someone, on her cell. You’re starting to figure out a pattern here.

“Good, good, you’re doing it great. You seem too focused. You forgot a comma there, and don’t forget to answer the shopping email.”

“Thanks for that.”

“How about a little trip to the movies later? It’s 2x1 today, and a couple of beers wouldn’t be bad either.”

“You know what? That’d be great! I can’t imagine anyone else to spend this day with you. Thanks Twilight.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Happy hump day.”

Rarity (Thursday)

The cycle starts all over again, the sunlight wakes you up, it’s the start of a new day. But this time, the results are not what you expected. No girl, no abrupt awakening, there’s no one in your house, nothing. This is the most normal morning you’ve had in this week. You’re relieved to some extent, yet you feel weird. You know her presence is missing and the emptiness is constant in your mind. The routine begins, you expect her to pope out in any moment, yet the situation is the same. Your routine comes back as before all of this happened. You take a shower, get dressed, have breakfast and go to your work. But once you arrived, the expectations are reversed: there she is, waiting for you at your desk with a cup of tea.

This new girl has a unique hairstyle, too many waves and the color purple stands out. She wears more eccentric clothes, as if she belongs to upper class or something similar. She also has blue eyes, blue eyeshadow and a diamond hair clip.

“Welcome back,” she speaks with a British accent.

“Oh thanks,” you get the tea from her hands and take a sip before continue the conversation. “I thought I wouldn’t get a visit this morning for a second.”

“No problem darling, I figured you could get some needed rest from your previous experiences.”

“You’re right, but when you get used to something after a while, when it absents for one day, it’s weird. Like carry an umbrella with you every day and everywhere, but forget it just the day it rains.”

“I’m Rarity and I’ll be with you today.”

Like Twilight, she sits down on your printer and you proceed to do the same on your chair and finish that work once and for all. However, now a new obstacle comes in. She distracts you, she’s teasing you constantly.

“Stop working and let’s get some tacos. What do you think?”

“Not now,” you’re smiling, not because you want to, rather you’re a little uncomfortable with her. “This needs to be over now.”

“And if we go out for a trip all weekend?”

“Don’t tempt me, Rarity,” you respond to her in the modest way possible.

“Come on, you’ll have fun! Or we can go out somewhere, I hear that karaoke showdown will be tonight.”

That’s a real surprise to you. So far, none of the girls had told you anything about their private life or their likes. Well, other than the one who shall not be named, but that doesn’t matter right now.

“You didn’t tell me you could sing.”

“Yes I can. Check this out.”

She stands up, clears her throat, makes sure every single one of your coworkers pays attention to her and starts singing.

♪“When I’m stuck a with day. That’s gray, and lonely. I just stick out my chin and Grin, and Say Oh.”♪

The constant clapping and cheers from your coworkers interrupt Rarity, not allowing her to finish, but you know what that song means. Your coworkers get close to her, asking if they can hang out with her and wanting her number, even your boss wants a date with her. She takes her phone and begins to do it, although you know she’s doing a call and just pretending her act. Time passes by and the sun vanishes in the horizon, when Rarity finishes, she comes back to your desk and continues to keep an eye on you.

“Did you know your friends are coming, right?”

“For sure?”

“Yes, they told me they want to join us at the karaoke showdown later. But they’re expecting... someone else to show up.”

“Who is someone else?”

“It doesn’t matter, what’s important is that this will be your first free night in a longtime and you’ll be with your friends.”

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I am darling. They said to me they’ve been planning this since the very beginning and now it’s the perfect time to party.”

“For real, or you’re teasing me like Fluttershy?”

“No, I’m not. I mean, you still have work to finish, but now you can clear your mind more frequently.”

That makes you enthusiastic because for one, you can clear your mind and two, this girl will be with you. You start to repeat the cheer they screamed to her previously.

“Ra-ri-ty! Ra-ri-ty! Ra-ri-ty!”

Just to be stopped with her hand in your mouth discreetly.

“Don’t be tacky, darling.”

“Sorry.”

“To be fair, you’re more chivalrous than they in comparison.”

“So... who’s that someone else?”

That should’ve been the last straw for Rarity, because her behavior suddenly changes for the worse.

“You can’t be serious. You cannot be serious.”

“What?”

“You’re supposed to be with me?”

“If this is going to be my daily routine, I’d like to meet them and know more about them... or at least let me know their name, that shouldn’t be wrong.”

She slaps you right in the face.

“What did I do?”

“I should’ve guessed it, you’re just like the rest of them.”

You notice the tears coming out of her eyes, she covers her face and she’s ready to run away. Knowing what will happen next, you take her hand firmly to prevent her escape.

“Tell me what’s happening! What do you mean I’m like the rest of them?”

“Everyone just wants to hang out with her, everyone is excited when she appears and they cheer her and say her name out loud. Nobody ever remembers my name, nobody takes me seriously anymore thanks to her. She’s all they care about, it’s like I don’t exist.”

“Oh Rarity, I had no idea–”

“You were going to do it too!”

“I was not! I swear!”

Rarity calms down for a brief moment and clears her tears from her eyes. You try to comfort her.

“But seriously, don’t worry about it. I care about you.”

“How do I know?”

“Any kind of guy you want, that’s the guy I’ll be and you know I’ll agree. Let’s take advantage of what’s left of the day, because we may not have another chance. Where’s the karaoke showdown?”

“In that restaurant you love.”

“Then let’s not waste any time. Let’s go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, after all, it was you who proposed the idea.”

“Thanks.”

“Who is she anyway? When I’ll meet her?”

Rarity refuses to answer right away, she only wants to enjoy the time with you. When you arrive, you take a look and notice all your friends are in. Just before the karaoke showdown starts she whispers into your ear.

“Your response is in the song.”

Once the letters appear on the screen, both start singing.

♪“The sun’ll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be sun. Just thinking about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow.”♪

Rainbow Dash (Friday)

For being the last labor day of the week, nothing special happens in most of it. Your morning feels normal, no surprises, alarums and excursions. The new girl who’s supposed to appear before you is not here. Your only solution is to follow your daily routine: you take a shower, get dressed, have breakfast and go to your work. Once you arrived to your main office, you expect for something similar to yesterday. However, your expectations are subverted in the wrong way. The new girl is not in there, you ask your coworkers if they’ve seen her, they’ve not. No clues of where is she whatsoever, other than Rarity’s answer in the song both sang yesterday. Your only option is to continue working and wait, you’re about to finish your pendants, for real this time, and who knows, maybe something better will happen later.

Time passes and there’s nothing about her. The clock says it’s almost departure time and, although you finished your tasks earlier than expected, the waiting feels eternal. You notice your coworkers look as you: pale, demotivated and bored in general. It’s like the day will never come to an end. As if someone had heard your prayers, something interesting has finally happened.

The main door of your offices is destroyed by an explosion... an explosion of confetti, fireworks, flashy lights and music playing so loud that every window of the building is reduced to tiny rubble that falls on the street. The smoke from the explosion is heavy, but it dissipates enough to see the responsible.

“Ladiiiiiiieeeeeees aaaaaaaaaaaaaand gentlemeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen! It is me, Rainbow Dash!”

With microphone in hand, the new girl is revealed to you. She has short, rainbow-colored hair and a raspy loud voice, wears sportswear and sunglasses. You know she has to be here for you.

“Who’s ready for me?”

You raise your hand smiling... as well as the rest of your coworkers.

“Who’s ready for the freaking fiesta?”

You keep raising your hand... so do your partners.

“Well, prepare yourself and get ready because fiesta... has arrived. Enjoy.”

A lot of acrobats come in and make everyone dance in a conga line. However, just right before you join them, she throws a card to you. This card says: “See you outside.” You get out of there, all the way down to the main entrance, where she’s waiting for you with a damn nice car. You don’t know why, but her mere presence puts a smile on your face.

“So good to see you, Dash.”

“Good to see you too man. Sorry it took so long.”

“Nevermind. I’m so happy you’re here now.”

“You wanna drive?”

She shows you the keys. You can’t believe it, no time for a backup answer, you just take them and start the car. Once inside, you drive like in Grand Theft Auto except the part when you run over citizens. Dash takes off her sunglasses, revealing her reddish-pink eyes.

“What are we going to do today Dash?”

“Whatever you want, THE CITY IS OURS! Sorry, let me correct myself, THE WORLD IS OURS! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“How about watching a movie?”

Like a scratch sound effect, Dash immediately uses the emergency break and stops the car in the middle of the road. She doesn’t care if the car blocks the path for the rest of the vehicles or if the policemen come, she takes that comment as an insult or something.

“No fucking way!”

“But you said–”

“If you want to go to the movies go with Twilight or the bipolar of Fluttershy. Today we’re going to get drunk and create the biggest hassle in the history of humanity! Call your friends and take out your notebook because tonight WE’LL WRITE HISTORY! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Dash swaps places with you and forces you to do the calls, meanwhile she drives to a place where she can be sure you’ll have fun as she wants. Nighttime falls, both arrive to a hotel. The place is full of people, and I mean the entire building is full. Both get out of the car and she gives the bellman the instructions.

“Can you park the car, please? Right there, where the lights don’t shine.”

Inside, the hotel has an enormous party. Full of dancing, music, a swimming pool and alcohol.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

A lot of alcohol.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Maybe too much for you to handle.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

However, as bad you think you are, Dash is worse. She behaves too wild for you here, she pushes, kicks and slams into you when you’re exhausted. She even likes to smash bottles into the walls and if a glass is enough for you, she can drink up to 10 bottles in a row and not feel anything.

“I love you, Rainbow Dash!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Hey, could you give me some cash? I’m out of business.”

She doesn’t waste any time for your answer, she just snatches your wallet and takes away your money.

“But that’s all I have.”

“I don’t care, I’M FUCKING RAINBOW DASH! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

You want to have some peace, so you take sit in near the stairs and try to calm down from the commotion. Rainbow Dash notices it and sits next to you.

“What’s going on?”

“Are you always like this? Don’t you get tired of behaving like this all the time?”

“I admit things get out of control constantly... but then I forget and everything comes back to normal. Besides, what matters the most is that you’re not excited to see Applejack.”

“Fair enough!”

That seems to be all you need to forget your problems and come back to the game. Rainbow Dash even guides you back to the party and pushes both to the swimming pool. What you don’t know is... Applejack is there, drinking a glass of cider and keeping an eye on you, as if she was ready to catch her prey.

“Rainbow Dash, you’re the best!”

“I KNOW! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Pinkie Pie (Saturday)

Last night there was so much fuss that it’s hard for you to process things, the amount of alcohol ingested at the party was so much that you’re not able to remember exactly what completely happened. You feel a huge hangover in the head and you want to rest all day. It’s not like you care, there’s no work to do today. You’re even more than sure that you won’t see any of the girls, since they only appeared in your house or in your office during the week. This day is for you and only for you, yet you can’t sleep with the comfort you want. You feel that the bed is constantly moving, as if stones were raining inside your house, the constant shaking finally wakes you up and that’s when you realize you thought too soon.

With too much excitement, the new girl is revealed to you by repeatedly jumping on your bed. She has pink, fluffy hair and a hyperactive loud voice, wears a casual outfit and sometimes sticks her tongue out. You know she has to be here for you.

“You went deep last night, we already lost half of the morning.”

She stops jumping and boops your face to get you out of bed.

“Come on, wake up. I’d let you sleep in, but it’s time to wake up right now, there’s so much to do today.”

“What happened yesterday?” You asked while you try to keep yourself awake, you feel a headache and want to stay in bed, but the girl impends it.

“You spoke to your ex 4 times and now you don’t have any money left.”

“What?!”

“Don’t worry, she has no resentments towards you. I already made you breakfast, just dedicate yourself to shower and dress up.”

“Wait a minute, how did I get home if I was in a hotel in the middle of the night? How did I drive here without bumping into anything and without being caught by the police?”

“You didn’t. I did.”

“And how did you get in? The door is locked.”

“I have my methods.”

That’s when you check your bedroom and discover that one of the windows is open. Or rather broken. It should make you angry, but it doesn’t happen. Your head hurts so you can think of something else.

“I’ll be waiting for you downstairs. Come to the kitchen when you’re ready.”

She leaves the room and you proceed to take a shower and get dressed. Downstairs, you follow the girl’s instructions and find her waiting for you with your breakfast: eggs with bacon, toasted bread, a bowl of ice cream, coffee and orange juice. You can’t ignore that big smile, and you do mean big smile, and proceed to sit down.

“I would appreciate it, but I don’t know your name yet.”

“I’m Pinkie Pie.”

“Thank you, Pinkie, although I would prefer all of you to enter my house with prior notice.”

“Calm down, that’s what I’m here for.”

She sits next to you and continues talking. She pulls out of nowhere a list and shows it to you.

“Look, I already made the schedule for you.”

“When?”

“When you were asleep. Anyway, today we eat some steak tacos, some electrolytes, we rest and we go to party at night. Remember that today’s your best friend’s birthday and you have to bring a gift.”

That’s too much for you process and handle. You can’t even swallow your food without choking or feeling pressured.

“Ok, I’ll go to the birthday but nothing else. I want to have my free day without any interruptions. Today we eat chips, then watch Netflix all day and done.”

Something among those lines should’ve trigger Pinkie, because tears begin to form in her eyes. Not only that, her hair starts to flatten and her skin begins to turn paler. Knowing that you don’t want to repeat the same thing that happened with Applejack and Rarity, and that the consequences can be worse, you try to calm her down and agree to do her schedule.

“Ok Pinkie, I’ll do it. Just please, don’t cry.I can’t stand when a woman cries.”

She doesn’t seem to look better, so you say a compliment to cheer her up.

“Especially when I see one who’s as beautiful as you.”

Suddenly, her hair and skin turn back to normal and hugs you and says how much she loves you, all in her fast, hyperactive voice.

“I love you too Pinkie Pie, don’t leave me.”

Sunset (Sunday)

Your last day comes and goes with many surprises and at the same time without any. Yes, the new girl appears next to you in the morning and, like Pinkie Pie, makes you breakfast. However, the rest of the day goes normal. Too normal to say the least. You go with her to many places: the park for a walk, the mall for some shopping offers and, without telling or giving any clues to you, she invites your entire family!

A family reunion was the last thing you expected, since families separate and stop seeing each other with the pass of time. You try having fun with them, but you don’t want to. All you want to do is having fun with her and every chance you have to be with her, she does everything she can to avoid you or, as an alternative, she talks with someone else about his plans for the week. It’s like everything you two lived together this day had been worth nothing for her. You feel lonelier with her than with everyone else you’ve met before.

The day transforms into night, one by one each of your familiars leave. You say goodbye to everyone, you’re not rude after all. Once the house is empty, you order a pizza. During this time, between the phone call and the pizza delivery man arriving, you do nothing but sit on the couch from the living room and checking your Facebook account on your phone. The new girl is the one who receives the pizza and leaves it in the kitchen. She proceeds to sit next to you on the couch and do the same as you. To be fair, or unfair as you wanted you see, this girl hasn’t told you her name all day and when you asked her, she seemed to avoid the question at all costs.

This girl has cyan eyes and her hair is a weird combination: yellow and red stripes, looks like bacon to be honest. She looks like a biker: wears a wrist watch, an orange blouse, black jacket, purple skirt and black boots.

“This day has been so lazy...” she says her first words in a while.

“...I know.”

“Fucking Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie.”

“What?! They’re good people, what do you have against them?”

“Nothing, it’s... I’m just jealous. I don’t how they do it or their method, but they always get away with it. Take a look at this. They look good in every fucking photo!”

She shows you her phone, with photos of people blocking Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie or appearing in strange positions, yet nothing was wrong with them specifically.

“By the way your Chinese pizza arrived, they told me fat helps with the hangover.”

“People like to invent rumors on the Internet. Everything to feel like an emperor, although they’re janitors in their real lives.”

“And we still have to clean the house and do the laundry, may I remind you that you have to do the bathroom and the kitchen, because I cleaned them a month ago... or a month and a half ago, I don’t remember that well.”

“What did you say?”

“That we still have to clean the house and do the laundry, seriously, it’s eleven o’clock at night and I don’t know how we’re going to do it in time.”

“No, you said you cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen a month ago.”

“Yes.”

“...How can that be possible if we met just this morning?”

She stays silent for a few minutes, you know she’s thinking how to figure out an answer.

“Don’t tag me on photos where I don’t look good!”

“No, no, don’t try to avoid my question! Answer me!

“...We’ve been following you for some time.”

“How long?”

“...Since we’ve chosen you as our next test subject. There are always subjects who constantly have problems in their lives and never realize that there is someone who is willing to give them a hand.”

She stand up and hang around your living room.

“Most of the days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. The world tires me. People walk around like they’re asleep and get lose into their lives.”

“And you do?”

“No. I’m different. I’m a wolf among sheep, I chose my own destiny, nobody understands me and, with the trust of my heart, everything is possible. All my life I’ve been like Twilight and thought that friendship was pointless. I had plenty of people to hang out with, but doing so often felt empty, though I could never figure out why. When I became friends with her and her friends, my perspective changed. All these friends I was hanging out with, I had no idea if they would have my back during a real struggle.”

“How this has affected you as a person?”

“I hate to say that I used to be a pretty bad bully as a child and teen, and I often picked on people who were considered nerds, geeks, and other terms designated for people lower on the social ladder. At the time, it made me feel superior, but looking back, I can’t help but wish that I had reached out instead and possibly made a true friend. This lesson changed my focus from quantity to quality when it comes to friendship. What’s the point of having dozens of friends who are fun to hang out with but won’t have your back when things get tough for you?”

She makes a pause.

“Sometimes messages can be lost during progress. And when they finally get you, you realize you learn more from people and not from a kids show. And it’s not bad or dated, it’s just that... Well, I’m not a teenager or young adult anymore. I’ve gotten old and I’ve change, but this things like that will be stuck for centuries over centuries in the shortest phase of any person, one that makes everyone cringe or be shame of themselves once it’s over.”

“Oh come on, watching kids show as an adult is not bad. It can be hard to accept and not everything we’ll watch is going to be quality material, but a story about friendship and heart and memories can be useful, especially if you’re older.”

“If this is a story about friendship and heart and memories and how friends are forever, then it’s shallow. They trade glances, say hi and that’s it. That’s how friends make an impact on you? You don’t think about them or talk with them or learn from them until they’re in front of you? For your sake, for being a story about travelling to other worlds and touching their hearts, there’s little feeling of friendship. Nobody has the experiences learned on other worlds and... I think that’s my final thesis. Why this story has been so long and complicated to begin with?”

“Because maybe there’s more than that. A story can be simple, yet deeper and you can appeal to a lot of people. Friendship is what matters in the end and you can show a lot possibilities for applying it. I don’t know... maybe you can make a new friend in the end.”

“Friendship?” She remains silent at your answer for more minutes. “I’ve heard the same throughout the years: When you meet someone new and get along together you’re friends. Friends forever! But, between your first day and this exact moment, when I’m talking to you... let me ask you something.”

She makes another pause, then proceeds to continue.

“..How many friends have you lost?”

That is a good question.

“How many friends have you won? How your perspective of friendship around me or the others we know has change? How the way you saw your friends and they saw you has change over the years? I’m still searching for answers, answers that no show will never give to me because its perspective is still naïve. I suppose that’s why it has many followers, because we want to pretend it’s that easy. We have to allow our fantasies every now and then.”

This has been a strange conversation. Where did that come from? This is supposed to be the most relaxing day of all and yet, you’re here having a conversation with this biker girl about what friendship is or her previous experiences with Twilight and the other girls or a... kids show?

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“Because the key to make friends and being sure they’re going to be for you is–”

Suddenly, her wrist watch begins to beep repeatedly. She no longer continues paying attention to you until she turns the alarm off.

“Sorry, time’s up. It’s over.”

You’re shocked in the wrong way, you stand from the couch to confront her.

“What do you mean it’s over?”

“It’s ooooooooooooveeeeeeeeeeeeer.”

She points to the door and it opens, revealing one thing, or rather one person.

Applejack.

She cracks her knuckles and glares at you. The biker girl pushes you to her and Applejack immediately grabs you.

“Thanks Sunset.”

“You’re welcome. Enjoy him as much as you want, because he’ll have no escape from this.”

You try to get rid of her grip, but she’s too strong and muscular for you. As Applejack gets out of your house with you included and Sunset waves her hand as a farewell gesture, as the front door closes and her words are overshadowed by your “NO’S!” you realize you’ll be doomed to repeat this pattern. Will there be any way out of this situation? Maybe, but most likely you won't remember.