Author's Note

Fashionably Late, and in honor of the 1.5k views when I was working on the omake! 1.6k views is good, but now the title is ruined. The thing was I began this omake after hitting another wall with the latest chapter. Ironically I got through the problematic issue of why Arizona would be fighting for Equestria, but then I have no idea where to go and I’m back at square one with the trip back to Manehattan or the train scene with Rarity and Applejack. So enjoy this omake which goes into that a bit.

Omake 1.5: Pinkie breaks the wall

“Where’s our screentime!?”

“Gah!”

I fell backward, toppling my chair as a pink figure leapt out of the computer screen.

“Princess Bubblegum?”

“No silly! She’s from another fandom! I’m Pinkie Pie!” The pink skinned girl tumbled out of my computer screen and flopped over my desk.

“Well what are you doing here?...also why are you human?” I asked as I realized she was laying on her back while wearing a pink frilly short skirt and- avert your gaze eunuch!

“Duh. I just asked about me and my friends’ screen time and this is a bonus chapter.” She sat up and began kicking her legs playfully.

I sighed and looked back towards Pinkie and blue and white were peeking- focus!

“Rarity and Applejack are supposed to get a scene in a train bound for Manehattan while Fluttershy stays in Ponyville.” I admitted whilst trying to focus on her face.

“And what about me?”

“Can you sense when people enter Equestria from other worlds?” I raised an eyebrow at the pouting Pinkie Pie.

“Only if you want me to.”

“Fine.” I flatly responded to what would otherwise be a saucy statement if it weren’t for the innocently hopeful smile and the squeaky toy effect.

“Yay! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!”

The next thing I knew I was being crushed in Pinkie’s arms as she hopped up and down and I could feel something soft and warm pressed against me. What’s going on?

“You’re being hugged, Fashi.”

“Fashi?”

Somehow I managed to break out of Pinkie’s crushing embrace, or she decided to let go, and catch my breath as I looked at her weirdly.

“Yeah, silly Billy. It’s your nickname.” She said as if it explained everything.

“Could you not give me a nickname that sounds like fascism?” I asked as I set my chair back up and took a look at my monitor.

Erg, I think I’ll continue writing later after my neck wasn’t aching. Probably should get lunch then.

“How about Latey?” Pinkie asked as I made my way past her and out the door.

“Sure.” I glanced down the hallway and back towards her.

I’m surprised the animals hadn’t made their appearance yet.

“So why are Applejack, Rarity and I on a train to Manehattan?” She asked as we walked down the hallway towards the kitchen.

“Applejack is going to check on her family in Manehattan, Rarity to check on her shop and you are going to hold a ‘Welcome to Equestria’ party for Arizona and/or Chesapeake.”

“So when’s the next chapter coming out then?”

“Who knows? I’ve currently hit a dead end, again.” I sighed at the thought as we entered the kitchen. The last time that happened…

“You introduced Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity and me so you could recap the last few chapters and do a Gilligan cut to Chesapeake laughing like crazy and quoting David Beatty.” I stopped to look at Pinkie as she finished my train of thought.

Just remember the mantra. It’s Pinkie Pie, don’t question it. It’s Pinkie Pie, don’t question it.

“Eeyup.” I answered, throwing open the refrigerator door and taking a look inside. Oh! Rice pudding! “It’s probably going to end up as another Gilligan cut with the convoy being attacked by something.” I reached for the pudding only to pause as a hand rested, firmly, on my shoulder.

I turned my head only to see a wide-eyed Pinkie Pie smiling at me.

“You’re not going to shoot Twilight again, are you?”

“No! Of course not!” I said a tad bit too quickly at the last thing I’d ever see!

“Okie dokie!” Pinkie leaned back with a genuine smile on her face.

Oh thank god. I thought I was going to die there.

“So what’s going to happen then?”

“I was thinking of having a submarine encounter to justify the new destroyers, maybe have one of the big-gun submarines shoot Chesapeak. Surcouf is obvious choice, but I like the British M class for having the 12-inch gun instead of the 8-inch guns on Surcouf.” I blurt out before quickly turning back to grab the rice pudding.

“Submarines?” I managed to grab the pack of pudding just as Pinkie Pie asked.

“That’s… idea one.” I say as I turn to see her holding a bowl of… is that pears conde with chocolate sauce?

“Then what’s idea two?” She asks as she takes a spoonful of vanilla icecream and chocolate covered pears.

“Surface raiders. Either the Scharnhorst class or Bismarck and Prinz Eugen. Either way, Chesapeake is… in for a bad time.” I say as she takes a bite of the dessert and shivers in… delight. “Idea three is to have torpedo boats, destroyers and World War One German bombers attack the convoy like in Belated Battleships.” I finish as I place the pack on the counter and fish out a spoon and one of the pudding cups.

“So which is it?”

“I don’t know.” I say as I remove the lid from the cup and quickly gobble a spoonful of pudding. “It’s either option one, I mean two, with the German ships blowing up Chesapeake and more papership ships showing up and saving the day or just the German bombers and maybe Rainbow Dash rams into one and disrupts the others with a Sonic Rainboom.”

“Why’s Rainbow there?” I turn back to… find Pinkie Pie covered in chocolate sauce… What?

“I don’t expect the girls’ AA guns to be enough to fend off a formation of bombers, even with Twilight’s magic beams. So having Rainbow Dash do a Rainboom to ram the leading plane and disrupt the rest works for me. Besides.” I pause as she starts… licking chocolate sauce off of her. …again, why? “It’s Rainbow Dash. Do you really think that she’d leave Twilight hanging?”

“Oh! I like that!”

“Besides, the bombers would direct everyone’s attention to a landbase in operation somewhere on the coast of the north Celestial Sea.” Having had enough of Pinkie’s antics I decide it’s time to go back to writing.

“Or an ice carrier.”

Or an ice carrier.