The Cakes' Special Treats

“Hey Pinkie, we need to tell you something.” Pinkie looked at the clock and saw she had only slept 3 hours. She looked at the couple, then at her mattress. She covered her head and prepared to go back to sleep. “Pinkie, listen, this is important.”

She groggily sat up and looked for her food. There was a large bowl in Wild Berry’s arms, and a trash bag filled with things, “Pinkie, we just got a big order for Canterlot so we will be away for 3 days. We are giving you enough food to eat if you portion it carefully.” Wild Berry put down the filled bowl, full of both veggies and dried meat. She also placed down the trash bag.

“You guys are leaving me alone?” Pinkie looked at her hooves, then yelled, “Okay, just please come back! We will need to hang out for ages after you guys come back. Don’t leave for any longer, please.”

Pinkie was still tired, but the talking afterward woke her up. She was fully awake by the time they left her prison. The implication of their words finally hit her. She tried to yell for them to come back, but it was too late. The door closed, and she was once again alone. Pinkie decided now was not the time to freak out, so she merely cried until she went back to sleep.

She woke up 4 hours later. '4 hours down, 68 left to go. I can do this.' Pinkie opened the trash bag and found some more puzzles, books, and a few miscellaneous toys. She emptied the bag and shoved it under her mattress. She trembled and started pacing.

“68 hours left to go… 68 hours without seeing anypony. I think I can do this. They are coming back, right? They aren’t just going to leave me to starve? If they wanted me dead, they would have already done so…”

Pinkie looked at the candy bowl and picked out a piece of nutty chocolate. She sat down and fiddled with her chain. Suddenly she was filled with silent rage. She looked in her bags and pulled out anything sharp, hard, or metal. Then got to work.

Hours passed and Pinkie didn’t make a dent in her chain or the wall surrounding it. She did, however, have plenty of carnage from the few supplies she had. Her pencils, instruments, and her toys were all left scattered and broken. She screamed and pulled, but her hooves kept slipping off. She pulled again, using only her body. Her neck screamed and her breath became shallow. That didn’t deter her, she merely changed position. This time it was her blood flow that was stalling. She finally gave up and collapsed to the floor.

“I will get out,” she croaked, 'That was awful, but I want to escape. At least that wasted some time. 3 hours,' she felt her mane deflate, 'Only 3 hours?!'

She crawled on her mattress and covered herself in her blankets. Her stomach growled, but she ignored it, choosing instead to get a book from her new items. She only made it a few pages in before she fell asleep.

A loud rumbling noise woke Pinkie from her dreamless sleep. She looked at her stomach and relented. She picked out some veggies while avoiding the meat, though the flavor contaminated everything else. She looked at the clock and saw she only had 60 hours left. “Only 60 hours? I’m going to die here, aren’t I? Well, whoopsie-daisy,” She chucked her broken harmonica at the clock. It hit the top and caused it to fall. Pinkie heard broken glass and smiled. The clock would no longer taunt her with its time. She rubbed her neck. It hurt to touch. She could only imagine how bruised it was.

“Let’s see, who else wants to be thrown.” She picked up a new notebook and ripped out a piece of paper “Mr. Airplane, how nice of you to volunteer.”

Pinkie paced around her prison while playing with her hair. It was sopping wet from Pinkie’s pitiful attempt to wash it. She messed with a mat, trying to untangle it, but she only made her scalp sore.

She giggled, “If Mama saw me I’d get in so much trouble. She’d probably cut off all my mats and make me brush my hair until it fell off.”

Pinkie turned off her light, crawled under her blankets, and attempted to sleep. She stared at nothingness for what seemed like years until she gave up. She moved to her bowl and grabbed a hoof-full of veggies and started snacking while doodling. She crudely drew herself with wings in Las Pegasus, referencing a picture from a dictionary that had many pages ripped out to make airplanes.

She paused for a second to look at pegasus wings from a nearby biology book. 'My drawings are getting a lot better, not as good as Mountain Hue’s, but they are still pretty.' Pinkie tasted meat, more than the veggie tainted meat flavor, but actual meat. She didn’t stop though; she didn’t care enough to, and besides, the taste was amazing. She kept drawing and eating until she could finally go to sleep.

Pinkie woke up a while later and cleaned up the mess she made. She took out the plastic bag from under her mattress and started shoving trash and destroyed items into it. Most of her instruments had to go, some of her books too. She picked up her biology book and started flipping through it. It must have been made for doctors because the words were really hard for Pinkie to understand. She spotted a very graphic picture of a mare that had her leg crushed; it looked black and rotting. She closed the book and pushed it away. Pinkie noticed a book on griffon cooking and flipped to the index.

Pinkie ran her hoof as she looked in the M’s, “Meat… meat… Meat!” She flipped to the chapter that focused on it. She read and grabbed another hoof-full of food from her bowl and settled down.

Pinkie woke up. When had she gone to sleep? The griffon cookbook sat next to her, closed, and her room was cleaned. Her piles of trash and her trash bag nowhere to be seen. She was tucked in with a blue teddy bear. A hayburger sat waiting for her. She got up and started eating, giggling from anticipation waiting for Carnival and Wild Berry to come down for the first time in 3 days.

They came down after Pinkie had finished her burger and a few sweets. “Hi, Berry! Hi Carnival!”

“Hi Pinkie, did you miss us?” Pinkie nodded, then looked at her destroyed clock. The bakers followed her gaze, Wild Berry moved to the destroyed clock and pointed at it. “Why?”

Pinkie glared at it, “It was taunting me, telling me how much longer until you guys came back. I wanted to get rid of it,” she paused for a second before sheepishly smiling, “I need some new instruments… and other stuff.”

Wild Berry looked into the bowl given to Pinkie, then pulled her husband to look as well. “Pinkie, did you eat the meat?”

“Yeah, honestly I didn’t care enough to separate it and the meat was super duper yummy anyway,”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Carnival said gesturing to the messes still lying around.

They talked for a while before the bakers said they had to go. Pinkie let them without complaining, knowing they would come back, and they would never leave her.