The Cakes' Special Treats

Carrot Cake suggested Pinkie sketch what she wanted her room to look like. She spent the next two hours doing that next to the balcony doors. Her sketched room was covered in streamers, party supplies, and colors. She transformed the escape route under the house into a party cave for herself to plan different celebrations.

She constantly glanced out the window, waiting for the sun to peek over the horizon. It would be the first time seeing it in an entire year. The sky progressively became lighter as time passed. Orange slowly colored the dark night sky. She wanted to share this moment with somepony else, but the Cakes were baking, so she watched it alone.

Eventually, the sun came out. Pinkie couldn't stop staring at it, even as the sky turned from orange to blue, or as her eyes burned and her vision turned dark. But that was an easy fix.

“Oh, Celestia, how I’ve missed the sun.”

She paused, “Celestia…”

‘ She can’t know this is happening. Unless she was eviler than me. Mama and Papa always described her as a god, but she’s no different from the rest of us, just more powerful. I’m also powerful.’

“I could take her. Alright new goal, rule Equestria.”

Celestia’s sun was so warm, and maybe it would be her’s one day. She stared and relaxed right now. Until the curtains were closed and blocked the light.

“What are you doing?” Cupcake asked.

Pinkie opened the curtains again and continued to stare. “I’m looking at the sun. Wasn’t that obvious? I haven’t seen it in so long, it’s so amazing. Also, now that I don’t follow the normal pony rules, I can stare at it all I want.”

The curtains closed again. "That's not a good idea. The sun's filled with magic, and it might interfere with the magic you use to heal yourself."

"Hmm, that's a good point. I'll stop staring at it, but I'm not leaving the window. It's warm here."

It was hard to tear her eyes away, but eventually, Pinkie did. She instead stared at the ponies visible out the window. The nearby market was getting ready for the day. Ponies were setting up their shops, visiting other vendors, and laughing.

Pinkie turned to Mrs. Cake. "Shouldn't you be downstairs? You know, working?"

"I just came to check up on you and bring you food. How are you feeling?"

Pinkie looked back to the market. "I'm fine, I guess. The sun is warm. I'm just glad I got to see it."

"That's nice. I'm going to head back down."

Mrs. Cake closed the door as she left the room. Pinkie couldn't believe a place like this was real. There were so many ponies. More diversity than she'd ever seen. Only earth ponies visited the farm, and only a couple pegasi lived in the faraway village. How huge was Canterlot?

As the day passed, Pinkie grew more curious about the world outside the shop. Her stomach growled, which interrupted her potentially dangerous thoughts of escaping. She ate the pile of pancakes left for her, then moved around the room, picturing what it would look like after it was decorated. She looked to where the hidden button for the exit was.

' It should be okay for me to explore if I won’t run away. They said I can't be on the first floor, but this place by-passes it. I'll leave a note for them.'

The note read, 'Going to be doing some exploring, not running away. I'll come back.' She placed it near the hidden trapdoor.

She climbed down the ladder. Wood, concrete, and a strange wall surrounded the tunnel. Pinkie reached out and scratched a wall with her hoof. It turned out the inside was made of gypsum and surrounded by paper. Just like the walls in Pinkie's new room. She was inside the house, in between the walls.

As she descended, Pinkie could hear voices. She pressed her ear to the gypsum wall and listened.

"I want a cupcake, a red one, no, not the red velvet one, the one with chocolate sprinkles. Yes, thank you."

"Are you going to eat 13 bagels by yourself?"

"Do you want to get a hooficure with me later?"

There were so many ponies, just a wall away. She stayed on the ladder and imagined what it was like to see them.

"That will be 13 bits. Have a nice day." Pinkie heard Carrot Cake say through the wall.

They got to see those ponies every day. All their smiles and grateful looks. Pinkie couldn't wait to see them one day. She thought as she continued to climb down. The surrounding walls changed from wood and gypsum to just concrete, and eventually to dirt. The ladder ended, and she gingerly stepped off onto the dirt floor.

"Wow, wow, it's dirt." She breathed.

She laid down on the soil and closed her eyes. Pinkie fanned out her magic and let the feeling of nature wash over her. The mineral composition was so much different from home. It was like a whole new world. She stuck her muzzle into the dirt. It even tasted different.

Pinkie opened her eyes and looked around. There was a small tunnel leading somewhere, but it seemed too risky to explore.

"I should head back up," she looked down at herself, "And take a shower."

She shook herself off, then climbed back up. The voices were so nice to hear, but Pinkie knew she had to continue up. She made it up a few steps of the ladder before pausing.

"Should I? I'll do it when the store's not open," she told herself as she climbed back up.

'Bet you're wondering what I'm thinking, aren't you?"

Pinkie emerged from the escape route and looked around. Nopony was in her room, so she assumed she was safe. She grabbed the note she left and stuck it in her mane for later use.

She left her room to look for the bathroom. There was one, she remembered seeing it, but she didn't remember where. She opened the many doors around the floor and eventually found a bathroom. It was as sparsely decorated as the rest of the house. The only decoration was a pink cabinet holding towels.

The shower was a lot nicer than the one in the basement. She enjoyed her time here. Even the soap and shampoo were too aesthetic to be functional. The bottles held too little liquid to get herself clean, but she tried.

"Bye, dirt," Pinkie said as she stepped out of the shower.

Pinkie went to the stairs leading to the first floor, pressed her ear to the floor, and listened to the ponies below her. She imagined seeing and making them happy, with parties, baking, and just being a good friend. One day, she may.