When He Smiled At Me

Now, you take a nap.

Pinkie Pie woke up with a start, sweating profusely in her bed. Everything had a slight twinge of grey to it, making everything seem off. Pinkie struggled to move herself out of bed, every part of her body aching. The sky itself was overcast, daring to rain. It was only a matter of time.

Then why are you laughing?

Pinkie made her way down the stairs, on the brink of hysteria. Her eyes darted back and forth around the kitchen.

“W-what happened?”

Nopony answered. The quiet was the only thing that seemed real, the only thing that wasn’t dimmed. She stared out the door to see empty streets. It only harbored silence. She wished for the screams to return because that was something she could cling to. She was free falling now. This was true terror.

Life is a Party.

At that utterance, confetti materialized from thin air. Pinkie jumped back from the surprise as carnival music began to play. Pinkie twirled around in a sense of analyzing. Everything was so gray. Why did it have to be gray?

It occurred to Pinkie that the establishment had changed. The ceilings were now decorated with entrails and intestines, and the walls lined with skulls.

“What the-”

Dead center in the now elongated dining room was herself. Only, she was dressed in an abhorrent dress made of Pegasus feathers. She herself was wearing a necklace decorated with unicorn horns. And there a blue pegasus she didn’t recognize layed.

“Hey! What is the hay? Get off her!” Pinkie ran towards herself, and the music got louder. SHe tackled herself down to the ground, and instinctively began to pound her hooves down on the face of the doppelganger. Pinkie paused to look only a minute after. The head was a bloody pulp, and she herself was not sure if it had been anything before.

“Miss, are you ok?”

The mare in question didn’t answer. Instead, she melted in front of Pinkie’s eyes, becoming a gloop of blue liquid. The gray tint moved to blackness, enveloping Pinkie.

Accept, understand. Who you are. You know.

“I-i don’t…”

It’s time to begin.