Equestrian Psycho

It was an exquisite restaurant called the Mare D'Force.  Hoity-Toity himself established it after the Fashion Show at Rarity's boutique.

As the servers were gathering orders, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash were sitting at a table. All but Pinkie Pie seemed rather displeased to be there.

"Jeez Louise, Pinkie," said Applejack. "Why'd we have to come over her for lunch? Pardon me, but this place is too girly for mah tastes!"

"Yeah," interjected Rainbow Dash. "Why aren't we at Horsia? That joint is at least 40 percent cooler than here!"

Pinkie Pie simply responded with a chuckle and smile, before playfully flinging a straw at Applejack.

Suddenly, Twilight emerged at the table from the restroom. "Girls, do you want to go? Even I'm having trouble adjusting this place." She leaned in to whisper to her friends. "There're even butlers at in restroom."  Everypony, except Pinkie Pie, grimaced at this statement.

Once night had fallen on Ponyville, Twilight and the gang, minus Rarity and Fluttershy, were at the club, being hosted by the one and only DJ P0N-3.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash were hoof-pumping to the rhythm, and even Twilight herself was dancing, though all eyes were laid on her rather atrocious moves.

While the rest of her friends were partying, Pinkie Pie was surprisingly over at the bar, asking the bartender for a milkshake. She had been given a coupon from the Cakes where she could get any drinks she wanted for a limited time.

The bartender took the coupon and looked at it. "I'm sorry, but this is no good here. It's a bit bar! That'll be 25 bits, by the way."

Despite hearing this, Pinkie Pie continued to smile as if nothing was wrong.

As the bartender turned around to get the milkshake, Pinkie Pie's smile disappeared. "You're a fucking ugly bitch," she retorted.  "I want to stab you to death, then play around with you blood." Strangely, nopony seemed to notice what Pinkie had just said. The bartender simply turned back around towards her and handed her the milkshake.

Pinkie Pie's smile had returned.

I live in Sugarcube Corner on Sugarcube Street on the second floor. My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie. I am 21 years old. I believe in partying out, and a sugar-filled diet and a jumping up and down routine. In the morning, if the freshly baked marshmallows are a little puffy, I'll eat them anyways while I do my jumps on my bed. I can do a thousand now. After my jumping, I pour thick maple syrup in my mouth and on my face. In the shower, I eat a water activated whip cream, then a pure honey body scrub, and on the face an lollipop gel scrub. Then I apply chocolate frosting facial, which I leave on for ten minutes until I lick it all off. I always use face lotion with lots of sugar, because sugar makes you hyper and ready for the day ahead. Then corn syrup, then a sugar-filled eye drops followed by a high fructose corn syrup protective lotion. There is an idea of a Pinkie Pie. Some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me. Only a pony. Something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hoof and feel fur gripping yours, and maybe you can sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

The streets of Ponyville were calm and purely enchanting with many ponies going about their normal routine; shopping, socializing, or enjoying the beautiful spring day. Nopony had any sense of alarm or distress or prejudice. It is truly an ideal civilization.

Pinkie Pie was jumping around the street, as was the norm. She said hi to everypony and anypony she passed by and even reminded a few when their birthdays were coming up, no matter how far away it actually was.

As usual, Fluttershy was strolling the market with her saddlebags, trying to search for proper food for her beloved critters. She may had been a longs way from her comfortable cottage, but throughout the wonderful adventures she shared with her friends, she was more open to everypony than before.

Of course, it would not have been unlikely for these two friends to bump into one another on an ordinary peaceful day.

"Hi Fluttershy!", Pinkie Pie enthusiastically greeted.

"Oh, um, hi Pinkie Pie, how are you?"

Pinkie's smile grew wider. "Oh, nothing! Just going around saying to my friends! Which reminds me. You're my friend, Fluttershy! So, Hi!... Again!"

"Oh, OK then." Even with the countless experiences they shared, Fluttershy still felt nervous around her, with her hoopla and overabundance of cheerfulness. Then, she recalled something. "Oh, by the way, Pinkie. Rarity wants to invite you to the spa with us. She wanted to ask you herself, but I thought I'd just tell you... if that's OK, that is..."

"Hmm..." Pinkie Pie pondered, comically rubbing her chin. "Nah, I can't make it. Maybe some other time, Flutters!"

Fluttershy seemed surprised by this. Pinkie always wanted to hang out with her friends no matter what, which resulted in that unruly incident with the Mirror Pool. "Oh, well, what should I tell Rarity?"

"Just say no."