Friendship is...

by WordShock

02:....Grief

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Author's Note

This chapter....is a rough one. At least to me it is. I am sorry for what you are about to read. I love comments feel free to make them about this chapter.


02:....Grief

He was walking. Just walking down the street with his head down. He didn’t need to make eye contact with anyone. He didn’t want any pony to talk to him. Celestia had come out of her room finally. She and Luna tag teamed him. Asking him to take a walk and get out of his room. Celestia had gone for a night fly herself. She said it helped her. Cleared the mind as she so elegantly spoke about it. Even though she had bags under her eyes from tears and lack of sleep.

He didn’t have the energy to fight them on this. A quick little walk around the block was all he had to do. Then he could get back to focusing. He still had time before the ceremony. He could still fix it. The thought made his pace quicken from a slow walk to a speed walk just trying to get this over with so he could go back to the room. It wasn’t just that though.

He wanted to stop hearing that annoying sound. These Canterlot ponies were laughing, smiling and even enjoying these fancy teas and cakes. What did they have any right to be happy about? There wasn’t any joy without….the thought was quickly dashed from his mind. He was going to fix it. That’s all that matters right now.

He was brushing past other ponies on the street with his large frame. He was more graceful then this usually. He had gotten used to walking on a street full of ponies from being here so long. Right now however, he didn’t care. He was getting odd looks and some pony even shouted at him to watch where he was going.

It was all white noise to him. He wanted to be back at the castle. This was more important then some stupid walk that wasn’t going to change anything. He stopped himself when he spotted something. Something in the window of the bakery he was about to pass. He slowly turned to it. It was just....a cupcake. A well-made cupcake with rainbow frosting.

He stared at it for a while. Probably longer then someone should. It triggered something deep within his mind. A memory.

It was back at Twilight’s castle. He had gotten a note from an excited pink pony. She had not seen Anon in a while and wanted to do something with him. The note asked him to meet her in the castle’s kitchen. He did as the note asked. He didn’t see the harm of it and he wasn’t doing much that day anyway.

When he got into the kitchen she was getting everything set up. She was a pink pony with a fluffy curly mane that you could really just fall asleep on. He had done that before by mistake once. It was like falling asleep on cotton candy. After setting out all they needed for what they were baking. She finally noticed him. She clapped her hooves together rushing up to him bouncing in place.

“ANON! Finally you’re here. We can start making my ultra-super mega awesome rainbow cupcakes.” The little ball of energy bounced in place at the idea.

This was Pinkie Pie. This was Ponyville’s own party planning pony. The pony you went to when you needed a party or just cheering up. She didn’t really have an off switch it was either full on or full off with her or that is at least how Anon saw her. Sometimes it was annoying but, it was hard to stay mad at her. She always found a way to make you smile even when you didn’t want too. Even if it was stupid joke, her excitement or just her being herself she just had that kind of effect on ponies and people.

“Why are we making cupcakes?” He arched an eyebrow at her. “Can’t you do this at the Sugarcube corner? Why do you need me?”

She gasped at him. “ANON! I can’t make my ultra-super mega awesome rainbow cupcakes without you and there is not enough room there.” She huffed narrowing her eyes at him.

“Alright alright calm down. What do we do first?” He asked.

She just smiled and bounced off back to the table. He joined her. They spent most of the afternoon doing this. She poured everything into mixing bowls and they both got to mixing things. Pinkie making a little bit of mess and Anon trying to be upset about it but, ending up laughing at the stupid face she was making as she mixed. They both pour the mixtures into the cupcake liners.

Watching her juggle eggs in the air then cracking them into the bowl was a sight to behold. She took care in making even the tiniest things seem so special.

They had to wait on each set of cupcakes to bake. Pinkie made that time fly by chatting with Anon. He couldn’t remember what they talked about. It wasn’t anything important. She asked him how he was doing. She made him laugh by cracking dumb jokes. He in turn crack some of his own. Her giggle was infectious.

They did a few dozen of these. They were just vanilla cupcakes with rainbow frosting. He had seen her make these before by herself. After she plated and finished the frosting the last cake and getting it all over her…and Anon. Anon was still confused by all of this. He didn’t see anything special unless she put something in when he didn’t notice.

He just looked down at her as she handed him one of the extra cupcakes. He looked it over still not seeing anything.

“Pinkie…what is so special about these cakes? I didn’t see ya put anything in them. There just vanilla cupcakes with normal frosting.” He was more curious than anything else.

In that moment at least in his own mind the light hit her face just right as she smiled. “Silly there special because I made them with you.”

The memory ended there. He was back on the street the noise of the day to day of the ponies around him filled his ears once more. He just stared again at the cupcake. He knew something in that moment. He knew a cupcake would never taste as sweet as the one he had that day.

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