CYOA: A Day in Ponyville

You gasp with amazement. You find a pony fact sheet with an edit. Now, edits aren't that unusual. Ponies can change what cake they like or just get older. But this one? They changed their name, to match the pony who you mixed it up with. You did not make that alteration!

You sit there, considering what this means. Did somepony do this to frame you? Or did you really have birthdar failure?! "It can't be." You find your stash of cupcakes and start munching on them to calm your nerves.

With a flick of a hoof, you peel away at the scribbles. "What are you hiding?" With some work, the original name comes into view. "Rarity?!" You slump down against the files. "She was always hard to plan for. I didn't think she'd go this far to avoid one of my awesome parties! I mean, I still haven't given up on her."

But she has. And now she's free to celebrate in peace. "Who can blame her? Not even I would want to hang out with me all the time!" You fall in a slump, your mane going flat around you. "Maybe I'm not as good at parties as I thought I was."

You step away from the filing cabinet and walk over to the stairs, towards the outside world. You take a deep breath. "It's been a day. Time for bed."

This has been the worst party day in Ponyville.

The End.