Pinkie Pie's "Why?"by InkSparrowChaptersTwilight Sparkle's "Killer Pinkamena"Fluttershy's "Animal processing Pinka-Derpy"Rarity's "Witness protection Pinkie-Belle"Applejack's "The Pinkie Blob"Rainbow Dash's "Cupcakes"Pinkie Pie's "Inkie Pie's Pinkie Pie"Twilight Sparkle's "Killer Pinkamena"Yay! This is my first fic here. It was very difficult to make, since I’m not a native English-speaker, but I tried my best, so… Please, comment, tell me what’s right or wrong, what you liked or what you didn’t like, so I can improve. More chapters in the way ^w^ – What’s wrong with her…? – whispered the blue coated mare. – Sayin’ something sugarcube? – Applejack bit her cupcake again. They were all at Sugarcube Corner; it was a very busy day for the Cakes and, of course, Pinkie Pie. But that didn’t stop her friends from stopping by and, why not? Grab something to eat. Rainbow Dash was acting kind of suspicious for apparently no reason, watching the pink party pony walking happily all over the place with orders from the clients, cakes and other pastries. – Oh, nothing… It’s just… – the blue pegasus didn’t seem to actually talk about what she was thinking. – Come on, Rainbow Dash, is there something bothering you? – said Rarity, leaning her head a little bit. The pegasus sighed. She leaned forward to her friends, who did the same while the blue coated mare put a hoof to cover her whisper as much as possible. – I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with Pinkie… Nopony said something for a couple seconds. – You mean… – Twilight started – wrong like what? – Yeah! Like… I know there has to be something wrong… – I know what you’re saying – Rarity nodded – . Her desserts are very delightful, but she could do something about the presentation. – Huh? – Food also needs to look beautiful, don’t you think? – Oh! Yes, Angel gets a bit angry if I don’t make his salad looks the way he wants… – Fluttershy smiled while talking. Rainbow Dash put a hoof on her face. – I’m not talking about food! It’s… Look, Pinkie’s always so happy, right? – everypony agreed, grinning just at the sight of the pink pony jumping from here to there and delivering every cake with a “Hello!” – Well, I… think there has to be something… you know… – she moved her hoof in circles, trying to find the right word – bad about her. Like… she had a terrible past and now she’s laughing all the time to not remember that! They all laughed except for Rainbow Dash. – Hah! Ya’ seriously have some crazy ideas, RD! – It’s not crazy, Applejack! – Yeah, it is! Why can’t she be happy just because? – Because… you know what they say! They looked at each other, trying not to laugh again at Rainbow’s suggestion. The yellow mare, as shy as only she was, spoke slowly. – Ahm… the more the merrier? – What? No! They say “the ones that laugh the most are the ones who have suffered the most”. – Wait who said that? – Twilight Sparkle raised an eyebrow while inquisitively looking at her friend. – …some… somepony… – It sounds familiar to me, why? – I don’t know, I just…! – Having a good time? – Pinkie said, placing another tray full of cupcakes for her friends, looking a bit tired, but joyful – Sorry for not being all the time with you! The Cakes reaaaally need my help, so… What were you talking about? – Oh, Rainbow Dash was saying… – Applejack started, with a derisive voice. – NOTHING! I was saying nothing! – Rainbow Dash interrupted, muttering. – Nothing? That’s a really funny word to say! Nothing, nothing, noooo… thing! – And with that, Pinkie Pie walked away, saying “nothing” and making faces to it. – Well, she did live at a rock farm. – The orange one said as soon as Pinkie wasn’t able to hear her – Ah think that’s kinda… depressive. – But that’s not a disgrace, Applejack – Rarity grabbed the best–looking cupcake very carefully – Last year I went to that farm and it was really nice. Her parents and her sister were kind to me and the whole place looked good… or some sort of. And, indeed, Rarity had gone there with Pinkie for visiting her mom and dad, who now worked with a big smile in whatever-you-do-at-a-rock-farm. Even though Rarity’s first motivation was finding some good gemstones there, she actually liked the place. Twilight Sparkle was walking her way to the library, with her purple and green companion, Spike, who was carrying a lot of muffins and cupcakes. – These are pretty good. How does Pinkie Pie to make them this good? – He munched another one – Ghou wegh shayin’…? – I’ve told you a dozen times; swallow what you put in your mouth before talking! – The unicorn scolded him; then she whispered – Oh, dear… I ate too much at Pinkie’s place… – I said you were saying? – Spike repeated after carefully chewing the dessert – It was something about the tragic past of Pinkie, I think. – No, that’s just what Rainbow thought. Ugh... Sorry, Spike, I really… I really feel like going to the bed soon. They had arrived to the library; Spike said a soft “Good night!” to the unicorn while she slowly reached for her bed. The stomachache she apparently had didn’t let her sleep until very late, making her fall in a dream. A quite strange dream. – Do you have him? – A voice asked from the dark. – Yes. – She answered with a high-pitched but melancholic tone. The small mare threw something unto the legs of the pony in the shadows. – Very good, Pinkamena – He said – You’re a very good filly. – May I… go home now? The Shadow pony stepped forward and put a hoof on Pinkamena’s head, caressing her. – Almost, my dear. You have to complete a couple more of tasks. Pinkamena inclined her head. She didn’t want to continue with that job. She didn’t like it. She just longed being with her family. She missed her father and her mother and her sisters. She missed her friend Rocky, even if everypony else made fun of him for being just a pile of rocks. But she had to go on with her missions; she had to keep on the crimson path she walked on, for the good of her own family. She had learned how to do it, how to sneak closer and closer to her target, how to surprise it and how to defeat it with a single blow. She hated being so efficient. She gazed upon the starry night, thinking about the pony she had killed that evening. She didn’t know him, nor if he was innocent or not, but Pinkamena had orders to killed him, cut his head off and deliver it to her boss. She didn’t want to, but she had to. The bad ponies, as she called them, were paying her so she could sustain her whole poor family, but she had to obey the bad ponies. – I’d rather… make everyone laugh… instead of making them cry… – She walked out of the forest, tears running through her face – I wish I could… end all of this… All of everypony’s suffering… But… – A piece of paper fell from the sky unto her hooves. She knew what that was when she read the name written on it: her new target. The sky turned red as she raised her head, with a grisly smile on her lips and eyes with a crazy look. Her voice also turned kind of demonic – But I NEED to kill. I need to kill YOU, TWILIGHT SPARKLE! – TWILIGHT! – NOOO! LEAVE ME ALONE, PINKIE! – Twilight, wake up! Spike was shaking the unicorn, trying to wake her up since she looked like fighting somepony in her dreams. Twilight soon realized her legs were up in the air, trying to make the killer Pinkamena from her nightmare go away. She stood still a couple of moments and then relaxed, falling over her bed again. – Twi? What’s wrong? Why were you calling Pinkie? – I just dreamed she was… she was… I think I need to speak with her. And kill Rainbow Dash. Fluttershy's "Animal processing Pinka-Derpy"—Could you believe it? I think Rainbow Dash read that in one of those Darring Doo books. Oh, no, I don’t think the sweet Pinkie Pie could have such a… dark past or something. Do you, Angel? Fluttershy looked at her white rabbit, which was eating a beautiful-looking salad with fruit decorating its top. Angel was barely paying attention to the pegasus, although she was entertained speaking to it. The yellow-coated pony didn’t eat as much desserts as Twilight at Sugarcube Corner, but it was just because she never actually eats a lot. She had a couple muffins, she had enough with that. —I thought so. She’s so kind, even if she speaks nonsense sometimes. Or if she acts nonsense. But she cooks wonderfully! Nopony who makes such good pastries would be bad! I think… When she leaned her head to watch her pet again, she found that Angel had eaten everything on the dish. —Do you enjoy my food as well as I enjoy Pinkie’s? — Fluttershy beamed at Angel. Angel tilted its head —I knew. The white rabbit yawned and skipped the way to its bed. The yellow pegasus went then upstairs and cuddled over her own, not sleepy at all. —However… No, I should not be thinking about that topic — she said, denying to herself — Poor Pinkie! Even if she actually had a… sad or bad past, she’s happy and blissful all day long, and that’s what matters now, not what Rainbow suspects. That pony sometimes can be a bit silly… Oh. I shouldn’t speak like that about my friends. I’ll apologize the next time I meet her… Fluttershy closed her eyes for a moment, reclining her head over her soft pillow. —I’m so sorry — she said with a sad voice, though she was kind of grinning, emptying the box on the processer. The screams of the little animals reverberated through the entire factory. —I’m so sorry, cute creatures of the forest. It was a dark place, full with stained machines and metal scraps all over the floor. The processer in which the pink coated filly was working at vibrated as the screams of the living things inside it soon became one with the metallic sound. The little pony, with a tag on her left leg in which “Pinkie” could be read, sighed, resigned to do what she had to. She had embraced the idea of doing something completely cruel for what she thought was a good for a lot of people. —Hi, Pinkie —another filly had arrived, a grey one with a golden mane. She walked slowly to her processer, pushing a cardbox full with kitties. —Hey—the pink pony said, barely looking at her. She closed her eyes as soon as the screams of the animals started again. —Why… why do you…? — she began — Why do you always make your eyes look like that? It’s weird. — It’s because this way—the filly turned her head to Pinkie with her eyes crossed and a sad expression on her lips — I’m not able to watch them suffer… Pinkamena sighed again. She had chosen not to feel guilty about what she did. Everypony loved their product; even it made a lot of animals suffer. She felt obligated to keep doing it, so everypony remain happy. —If there were another way, Derpy… —ARE YOU TALKING? I SAID NO TALKING. — A fierce voice came from the shadows, making them both shiver. —Yes, boss! —The two of them replied. Wasn’t that even crueler? Recruiting little fillies to make such terrifying operation. Pinkie sighed a third time, emptying another box of animals into the machine. After the screams stopped, she could hear a low “beep”, indicating the product was done. She leaned over the conveyor belt, watching it coming out of the machine. —But it doesn’t matter, for we LOVE making… —both of the fillies raised their front legs up to the black ceiling with evil smiles on their faces. The machines roared at unison —ANIMAL CRACKERS! WAHAHAHA! —NOOOOOOOOOOO!! —…Fluttershy? —a low voice came from outside —Fluttershy! Is that ya’ tryin’ to shout? It was morning already. The yellow pegasus found herself lifting her own front legs to the ceiling of her room, sweating, with an expression of despair on her cute face. —Ahm… A-applejack? Is that you? —She said. —Ah was just passin' by and ah heard ya'. Is there somethin’ wrong, sugarcube? May ah come in? —Sure… —Fluttershy hurried wiping the sweat off of her face and combing her hair. Then she flew to the door, finding a tired farmer standing outside — Oh, Applejack, I’m so glad you came here. I had the most terrible nightmare! —Lemme guess —The orange coated’s face was almost inexpressive, with rings under her eyes, like she hadn’t had much sleeping time that night. —Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy was surprised. —Y-yes! Oh, you too? It was awful! Pinkie (and Derpy, for some reason) was making… making… animal crackers! —she jumped and hugged Applejack. —Huh? Crackers? That was yer nightmare? —You don’t understand… They were animal crackers. Crackers-made-from-animals! —Ya’ know those aren’t actually made from animals. Right, hun’? —Then why are they called like that, Applejack?! WHY?! —Come on, Fluttershy—she said, trying to calm her down, as the pegasus seemed to be about bursting in tears— Let’s go chat a bit with Pinkie. —And… Applejack? —Yeah, sugarcube? —Can we… speak with Rainbow Dash as well? —The hay we’re gonna speak with her. Maybe after we kill ‘er. YES, I’ve read “Fluttershy discovers animal crackers”. I hope you enjoy this and how this is going on. Thanks for reading and, once again, please leave a comment whether you like it or not. I know I need improvement and some criticism is good and appreciated. :D Hasta pronto~ Rarity's "Witness protection Pinkie-Belle"It was almost midnight and Sweetie Belle was going around her sister, trying to help her as always. Rarity levitated the long blue fabric she was working on, cutting it in several parts and arranging them over the table. —Why is this taking you so long? —I have to take my time with my creations; otherwise they wouldn’t be as magnificent as they are — Rarity answered, slowly, sewing layers of different fabrics together. —And right now I have to work really hard; I cannot waste any more time! Even though I’m kind of tired, I… Sweetie Belle! How many times do I have to tell you! Don’t-eat-in-this-room! The filly had taken one of the cupcakes her sister had brought form Sugar Cube Corner, dropping crumbs over some precious fabric Rarity was going to use early the next day. —Can’t you eat properly like a lady, as well? —The older mare took a broom and the fabric with magic. —Ish noth mah folt! —Sweetie Belle stuttered, dropping even more little pieces of bread and candy to the floor. Rarity began sweeping and hitting her sister softly with the broom. The little one swallowed — I said it’s not my fault! —Get out! It’s late, go to bed, you little brat! —Ok, ok! You don’t have to hit me with that! —And don’t you dare eat those cupcakes on your bed! Sweetie Belle left the room, muttering, while Rarity cleaned the little mess her messy sister made. Even if she worked so efficiently, why did she have always the deadlines so close? She sighed. —Don’t worry, Rarity, you can do it, just focus in those dresses. They’re going to look so magnifiques when they’re done! When they’re done… —she closed her eyes for a second—Focus! And you have my permission to stop talking to yourself in the morning… The white coated mare looked firmly at the sewed fabrics. She looked at them really really closely, as everything turned black. And then, the music started to play. Kind of dark, calming music with some words in the air. She didn’t pay attention to it, nor to other things that weren’t she. The filly walked down the streets of a dismal city, with whispers going like ghosts through its walls. The look in her eyes roamed over every little thing that was —and that was not— in front of her. There was a strange sense around her, like the one you feel when it’s raining. The air was heavy and cold and it seemed to turn her sight grayer. She stopped next to a streetlamp, leaning on it, waiting for somepony. —Are you already here, honey? —a white mare asked, walking towards Pinkie with a slow pace. She was wearing a brown dress with yellow frills. Her eyes were colored with the saddest of the grays. —You always come un peu late. —I felt I should be early this time. The brown pony hugged her, trying to cheer her up, although her face remained unexpressive. The music still played through the streets, like it was some sort of movie or TV series. They both began walking down the street. —Madame LeFlour? May I… ask why do we keep changing homes? I mean… Why can’t I…? —I know what you mean, chérie, but that’s not safe. I know it’s hard for you to forget your own famille, but c’est necessary. —Yes… Yes, I… I know… — Pinkie stammered. She didn’t like to move from house to house so often, but she was running away. It happened a couple years ago, her father was an honest police officer, a stallion with a strong sense of justice. But the crimes forces are were even stronger. An assassin was paid for killing him as well as his family. Pinkie’s father, mother and sister were killed, but she survived. But the evil guys still looked for the stallion’s younger daughter. That was the reason of the little filly’s misadventure. Madam LeFlour, the pony in charge of changing Pinkie’s family every time she got discovered, and Pinkie met with another pony near an old wagon. He was a stallion with earth-like colored coat. —Bonsoir, monsieur Clyde —LeFleur claimed, as the male pony nodded —He’s going to be your new father, honey. Pinkie walked forwards, but then, the music stopped. Clyde Pie and Madame LeFlour faded into a black shadow, which swallowed almost the whole city, leaving Pinkie alone. She gazed up to the dark skies, crying. —I wish nopony faces a disgrace like this… An eternal escape from what should be. And I wish… I wish my sister would let me eat cupcakes in her workshop! There are so many things to see there, but I’d like to eat while watching them! —Pinkie’s coat lighted up until it was completely white and her mane progressively turned to grayish tones of pink and purple. —I’d like to use some of her fabrics as well. Those are sooo pretty! I think she can afford to share some of it…—A horn appeared on her forehead and her voice became… squeakier. —And if she complains about me not helping her… well… she could teach me some Raritiness to do or something! Pinkie-Belle grew up until she had the size of a building. She opened her mouth and muffins began falling from inside of it. A grey-coated mare with golden mane fell as well. The streets became chocolate milk and the background music started again, this time a lot happier and faster. Pinkie-Belle began melting and transforming into bubbles, inside each of them a little Pinkie-Belle stood. They all stared at some point in space, where all the reality was flowing into a white infinity. And then Rarity woke up. —For Celestia… that didn’t have any sense at all. A quite strange dream… It was because all the pastries I ate? Or because all the work I did not do? “Are you speaking to yourself again, Rarity?” —No, I’m not speaking to myself again, inner Rarity. —Are you… speaking to yourself again, Rarity? —No, I’m not speaking to myself again, outer Sweetie Belle. The fashionista turned over, seeing her little sister standing in the entrance of her room, looking back at her. —Are you ok, sis? —the filly asked, kind of flummoxed. —Yes, yes, I just had a… weird dream. It was about Pinkie Pie… and you suddenly… —Rarity moved her right hoof in circle while scratching her head with the other —Oh, forget it. —Her curiosity had just been suddenly awakened by Rainbow Dash’s suspicious of Pinkie’s past. Rarity thought she had to find out the truth, even if she had to put her work aside. Maybe that was the reason of her not getting her commissions on time —I’m sorry, my dear, I need to go now. —I don’t get it —The Crusader said, leaning her head and raising an eyebrow while her sister walked out of the room —May I play with your things? —Of course not. Wait —the unicorn stopped right after she opened the front door of the boutique. — Pinkie once told you about her getting her cutie mark, right? —Uhm… yeeah… why? —What did she say to you?—Rarity approached her sister, expecting her story to be a bit more interesting than what she already knew. —Well… She used to live at a rock farm… —Sweetie Belle looked very busy recalling Pinkie’s words, as her face frown trying to remember — with her parents and her sisters… Then the rainbow thing happened and she… —Hold on… You said… “Sisters”? Plural? —When Rarity went to the farm, she could only see one sister, Blinkie was her name, Rarity thought. There was no sign of any other sibling. Where was she, then? —Yeah… I think… —Sweetie Belle frowned again, trying harder. —That’s it! Thanks, Sweetie! — Rarity kissed her sister’s forehead —And don’t mess with my stuff while I’m out. —B-but…! Yes, this is kind of random, I honestly forgot what Rarity's dream was going to be about XD I hope you enjoy it... If not, tell me what did you not enjoy or how can I improve my writing ^^ Applejack's "The Pinkie Blob"Yes! Sorry for the longlonglonglonglonglong delay. I found this little thing called... Fallout: Equestria and well... I couldn't stop reading, haha. And then the finals at university... I'm really a mess over there... Anyways, here it is. Applejack's chapter. Yay. I hope you keep reading this, give me your opinions about it, whether you like it or not. Buh-bye~ It was past midnight, and the sound of hooves hitting trees could still be heard at Sweet Apple Acres. An orange mare had suddenly felt a lot of energy throughout the day, so she was still there, bucking apple trees, but she gradually began to feel tired. Maybe it was all the sugar she ate at Pinkie’s, also all the pastries she brought home. —Ya’ still there? —Big Macintosh said, sticking his head out from the front door.—Ya’ don’t have to work ‘till now, ya’ know? —Don’t worry, Ah know what Ah’m doin’, Big Mac. —The mare almost shouted — A couple more to finish today’s job… an’ ah’ll go to sleep. Ah swear. Big Macintosh sighed and returned inside. Applejack knew she could make a final effort. She remembered that morning. Eating —a lot— at Sugar Cube Corner with her friends. She knew it was not healthy to ingest that amount of sugar, but the time was worth it, everyone enjoys staying with friends even if… even if they have some silly ideas about other friends. Like Rainbow Dash did. Applejack beamed in the dark. She was completely sure Pinkie didn’t have a tragic past like her pegasus friend thought. Maybe a boring one, yes. Applejack bucked one last tree. —And that’s all for today… —She smiled again, proud of her hard work. She slowly walked into the house, entered her room and dropped asleep on her bed. She woke up sweating, breathing heavily. —You have to get out! Now! —somepony shouted. She stood up as fast as she could and began running. She pushed the door and stopped right out of the house. Frightened, she saw everypony fleeing, trying to get as far as possible from the not-so-far dust cloud. Roars and sound of debris falling came from inside it. The fear was present in the faces of all the ponies. Some of them tripped and got swallowed by the cloud, screaming. —What the hay are you waiting for?! Run, Pinkamena! The little filly fled away. She ran between other fillies and colts, crying and yelping. A giant shadow covered the ones running at Pinkamena’s left, just before a huge arm-like cloud hit them and dragged them to its screaming insides. What was that? It just attacked out of nowhere, a brown cloud, although it seemed more like a giant ball of Lint. —The horror! The horror! —A pink-coated mare with yellow mane screamed right before she was swallowed by the monstrous cloud as well. The houses and shops fell down with thunderous crashes and noisy screams. Pinkamena lifted her sight as she heard the sound of pegasi fly. The Wonderbolts had come, trying to surround the monster with their thunder cloud, but they were quickly absorbed by the giant thing. “Well, that was stupid” thought the little pink filly. —Father? Mother? Where are you? —Run, Pinkamena! Save yourse-! —The filly could hear that only. The instant she turned her head, she glanced her parents being caught by the Cloud. Suddenly, there was nopony running around her: She was completely alone. —No… please, stop. Stop! STOP! — She could not avoid being in the reach of the monster. And it captured her. It all turned black. And moisten. Disgustingly moisten. Her sight could only perceive dots of light floating around, like nothingness amongst nothingness. She could hear voices as well. Whispers, yelps and sobs. —Ah! You are different! —A deep, strange voice resound all over the void. The little Pinkamena trembled. Who was that? No… what was that? She tried to cover her ears, but the voice seemed to pierce her hooves and her mind itself —You are the one who will embody my Will in this earth. Pinkamena didn’t have any chance to answer, nor even complain or scream. Beams of light appeared, filling the darkness involving her. The black became white and the white gained color, changing that strange space into the reality Pinkamena knew. But she felt a lot different. As she looked back, she noticed the Cloud had disappeared, although the city was still destroyed. The filly began walking forward. —You know what to do now —She said, apparently to herself, walking slowly out of the ruins —To wait until I have enough power to conquer all of Equestria. Meanwhile you have to gain the trust of all of its inhabitants, make them happy, make them smile. And then… — Her trotting grew faster, her smile wider and her eyes creepier —I’LL EAT THEM ALL, LIKE APPLES! Applejack opened her eyes. —What in tarnation…? She knew what that was. Or at least she suspected it. She had her thoughts messed up by Rainbow’s crazy idea. Yeah… It was that. She got surprised when she realized it was still very early in the morning. Applejack sighed and walked out of her home. The mare didn’t even want to think about the stupid dream she had just had. Pinkie as some kind of slimy monster? Swallowing everypony in her (its?) way? Haha, no, thank you. She found herself trotting out of the farm and way beyond, with a sudden urge of finding out more about Pinkie, thanks to the rainbow pegasus, when she heard an acute but low scream. The farmer was already near Fluttershy’s cottage. Had she walked that long? The blonde mare approached as fast as she could to her friend’s home —…Fluttershy? —Applejack said when she reached the door —Fluttershy! Is that ya’ tryin’ to shout? —Ahm… A-applejack? Is that you? —The cute voice of the yellow pony came out. —Is there somethin’ wrong, sugarcube? May ah come in? —Sure… —Applejack waited a couple moments, sighing at the moment the pegasus opened the door — Oh, Applejack, I’m so glad you came here. I had the most terrible nightmare! —Lemme guess —The orange coated’s face was almost inexpressive, with rings under her eyes. She was almost sure Fluttershy had dreamed about the same thing she had. She even thought Twilight and Rarity had dreamed about that topic as well —Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy was surprised. —Y-yes! Oh, you too? It was awful! Pinkie (and Derpy, for some reason) was making… making… animal crackers! —she jumped and hugged Applejack. —Huh? Crackers? —Honestly? Well, it may looked bad to Fluttershy’s eyes, but it was a dream as silly as that pony-swallowing-Pinkie-monster —That was yer nightmare? —You don’t understand… They were animal crackers. Made-from-animals! —Ya’ know those aren’t actually made from animals. Right, hun’? —Then why are they called like that, Applejack?! WHY?! —Come on, Fluttershy—she said, trying to calm her down, as the pegasus seemed to be about bursting in tears— Let’s go chat a bit with Pinkie. —And… Applejack? —Yeah, sugarcube? —Can we… speak with Rainbow Dash as well? —The hay we’re gonna speak with her. Maybe after we kill ‘er. And after convincing Fluttershy they were not going to actually kill Rainbow, they made their way to Sugar Cube Corner, where they found two unicorns in front of the cake shop, already talking about one pink mare. —I still don’t understand your point —the purple one said, frowning —You think Pinkie’s… erhm… reason is her missing sister? —I’m not saying that exactly, Twilight! I just think her sister is a key piece in this puzzle… —Do Ah hear well, Rarity? —Applejack asked the white unicorn. She waved with her head, as Fluttershy was still trying to hold her tears with all of her strength —Did Rainbow actually transmit you her silly idea? —My, of course not. But I still feel quite strange about her sister… —I guess we are all here because of one reason —Twilight sighed and turned to the building’s door. She knocked two times. —Yes? —Pinkie Pie’s voice answered from above, her head floating through her room’s window. —Oh, it’s you! — She entered again, closing the window, and less than a second later she appeared at the door, waving happily at her friends —Hello everypony! How are you this beautiful morning? Wanting to have breakfast together as the good friends we all are? That’s amazing! We could…! —Ahm… Pinkie? —Yes, Twilight? —How could she? How could such an incredibly happy pony have a tragic past? It felt like sunshine came from Pinkie Pie, like her smile warmed the hearts of everypony else. And it was because of that Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Fluttershy and Applejack exchanged nervous looks. Maybe Pinkie Pie didn’t want to revive that past… Maybe —and just maybe— Rainbow was right… —We… We want to ask you about something… —Of course! —She said with a wide grin — It’s about my past, isn’t it? —The ponies felt like their jaw hit the floor —Haha, you look funny! Rainbow Dash already told me about it. She spent the night here! She’s such a noisy spy, you know? Rainbow Dash's "Cupcakes"Hello, again. This thing almost ends, I'm glad some people actually read my first pony fanfic >w< I had thought Rainbow's dream in a different way, but thanks to Moon_dew for the idea, which I chose to use XD Please comment whether you like it or not. And yes, the whole thing was not exactly about the dreams... Thanks a lot to everybrony~ ^3^ —You don’t understand… I had to be like that. The sins of my past torment me everywhere I go, every single moment. I can still hear the screams for help, the fire and the cries. Oh, the cries, the yelp… They’re stuck in my head… and the only way to push them out of me is smiling… —I thought something was strange with you. It’s not the fact that you’re always happy, but the way you are. —the pegasus said. —I… I’m sorry… —the earth pony looked down with tears oozing her eyes. —Hey… It’s not something bad —She approached her and put her left hoof on the pony’s shoulder —It is actually good you try to feel better… and make others feel better. —You… You think? —Of course! Now, let’s get out of here. The ceiling’s starting to crumble down! Daring Do and his companion rushed passed the giant hall, its walls cracking and its floor sinking into the cold and moisten soil of the jungle. But suddenly… —HELLO RAINBOW DASH! —the pegasus almost dropped her book (Daring Do and the Shadow of the Sapphire) —What are you doing up there? —I was… I was just reading, Pinkie! —She said nervously, waving with the book. She was actually spying on her friend, waiting for a single moment: the one during which Pinkie would find herself alone and would begin to whisper his past to a mirror. Like that mare, Moonshade, in that Daring Do book. But Pinkie was, obviously, not like that mare. Pinkie Pie was jumping all over Sugarcube Corner —the place was full after all—, later she went on a walk around Ponyville, saying “Hello!” to everypony she met. Rainbow Dash concealed herself in a cloud, following the party pony. But soon she got bored. Pinkie Pie didn’t do anything out of the normal stuff —normal for Pinkie—, so, when she returned home, Rainbow Dash did nothing more than sit on the roof and read that book again. Or at least the part that woke her curiosity up. So there she was, on the roof just above the window of Pinkie Pie’s bedroom. And there Pinkie Pie was, on the balcony, looking at her pegasus friend. None of them say a word for a couple seconds. —I… I better get going! I have to… erhm… go. —Okey dokey lokey! —The earth pony said happily. She didn’t suspect —or at least she didn’t look like she suspected— anything from her pegasus friend. Rainbow flew away as fast as she could, ignoring Pinkie’s “See you later!” Darn it! She got discovered! She had to find another way to approach the pink pony and find out about her dark secret past! She had to conjure some sort of awesomely secret plan to make Pinke Pie tell her about those black chapters of her life! Yes! But she didn’t do any of that. A couple hours later, Rainbow Dash returned to the roof of Sugarcube Corner, above Pinkie’s bedroom, just like she had done before. And nothing else happened. She could watch her go back and forth through Ponyville, and Rainbow Dash was starting to think that Pinkie… well, maybe she didn’t have such a terrible past like Moonshade did. Just maybe… she was overthinking that. Maybe those Daring Do books were really affecting her way of thinking. —Nah —she said really low. At nightfall, Pinkie Pie returned home without noticing the blue pegasus who was spying on her. A pegasus who was on the edge of desperation for the waiting. “Come on!” she thought “I know you’re gonna spit something any minute!” But her pink friend went directly to her bed falling asleep instantly. Rainbow groaned. She slid herself over the roof and landed on the balcony. As quietly as possible, she opened the window and entered the room. —Ok, Pinkie… I know you have something hidden in some place…—She said in a whisper. She had an opportunity to find out! However, she was getting really tired. After all, Rainbow Dash followed Pinkie Pie all day long, and she didn’t sleep well last night. She stood still in the middle of the room, watching her friend snore. Rainbow almost didn’t hold her mouth for shouting “DARN IT!” She realized she had a lot of time during the day for searching into Pinkie’s room, but instead of that, she wasted it actually following Pinkie. That’s not how happened in Daring Do and the Shadow of the Sapphire! Her eyelids grew heavy. She had forced herself to not sleep while spying on Pinkie… but now she was not spying on her. She could… She could rest. No! She must find something to unravel the party pony’s secret dark past! But, with a thud!, Rainbow Dash fell asleep in the middle of Pinkie Pie’s bedroom. She woke up shackled. She was lying down on some sort of metallic table, her wings and legs trapped against the cold and rusty metal. Despair soon filled her. —He… Hello? Pinkie? …somepony? —Well, heeeello, Rainbow Dash! —a pink mare appeared in front of her. The rest of the room was pitch black and only a small circle of light could be seen around the two ponies —You’re finally awake! —What are you doing? This is a prank, right? Right?! —The fetters hold her movements —Hehe… Nice one, let me go now! —You’re funny, Rainbow! Of course I’m not gonna let you go! —the party mare approached the table and pulled a lever. The metal table rose until it was vertical. Rainbow Dash could see another table, a smaller one, with a pink tray on it. There were three pastries on it. —Oh, do you like how they look? They were cupcakes, although there was something strange with them. There was a purple one with stars on the icing, an orange one with apples and a yellow one with butterflies. However, they oozed a terrible smell, a smell Rainbow Dash could recognize not because it was familiar, but because it was completely strange, disgusting and sickening: it was the smell of Death. —I heard you were looking for clues to reveal my past. You eanie meanie Rainy~ That’s sooo Rainbow Dash! —What… what are you doing, Pinkie?! —her chest went up and down, her heart beat so fast it hurt, and the sweat soon ran across her coat. —Oh, nothing… Yet. Why do you have to be like that, Rainbow? You planted the seed in the others and they started asking me… They didn’t give me any choice than doing this! —she pointed the cupcakes. Rainbow Dash froze. No. It can’t be… —Do you like how they look? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back and I ate the Rarity one. She was sooo tasty! But I still have Twili, AJ and Fluttershy. Want a bite? The pegasus could not speak. She actually… Did she actually bake them into… into cupcakes? Pinkie’s eyes looked pretty strange. Her pupils were really small, even in the dark the room was filled with. Her mane, now flat, made two dull curtains aside her eyes. And the smile in her lips didn’t do anything more than make her look even creepier. —Now it’s your turn, Dashie. You’ll learn not to ask for aunt Pinkamena’s paaast~ I wonder how a Rainbow Dash cupcake tastes like~—the pink mare took a couple steps forward Rainbow Dash, staring at her with those grim red eyes. Red? Pinkie’s eyes were not red… But it didn’t matter. Everything went red a second later. —NOOO!! —Gooood morning, Rainbow Dash! —A high-pitched voice and a sweet smell filled the room. By the looks, Pinkie Pie was making her breakfast. Some kind of pastry. Again. —Whe… What? —The pegasus stood up quickly —What happened? —A dream, it was just a dream. Rainbow Dash calmed down a bit, but was still nervous— I mean… Hey! —Oh, I’m sorry! I supposed to pretend I don’t realize you’re spying on me, right? —Wait, how…?— Don’t worry, silly filly~ Here, have breakfast! Pinkie Pie put a cupcake near her hooves, on the ground. Rainbow Dash backed off since the sweet piece was blue with rainbow colored icing. Then she stared at her for a minute. In the name “Pinkie Pie” the words “party”, “weird” and “creepy” were implied. But in despite of the cupcake coincidence, there was something inside the pegasus that pushed her through. Oh, the urge. She hadn’t had the idea for more than a couple days and she already had a huge urge of knowing. If her friend was like Moonshade in Daring Do’s book, she could be in great suffering in the inside! But, on the other hoof… maybe not. —Ehm… Pinkie…—She finally said, stepping aside of the pastry and advancing towards her friend— I have something I want to… ask you. —You do? —she said with a very high-pitched voice. —Yes. It’s… —the blue mare rolled her eyes, trying to find the right words. Or the courage to pronounce them — …about your past. I’m very curious about it… —You are? —Of course I am, Pinkie! You thought I was not gonna notice?! —Oh, no, you noticed! —The pink mare pressed her cheeks with her hooves and opened her eyes widely. —Yes! Yes, I did! —Rainbow poked her with a hoof —I know you’re hiding something from all of us! Something dark about your past! You’re just pretending everything’s fine… but you have to talk about it, because…! — Hahaha, you’re so funny, Rainbow Dash! I don’t even know what you’re talking about! —She made a gesture with a hoof and then trotted upstairs. —I’m out of sprinkles; wait here while I reach another can of it. Okey dokey, strangy-suspiciousy-Dashie? —Nonetheless, just a second later, she came back real fast —Oh, they’re here! Behind her, entering Sugarcube Corner, was the rest of the gang. Twilight Sparkle and Rarity seemed very intrigued, and a tired Applejack was holding Fluttershy, who looked pretty scared. —Oh, you came… —Of course we came. —Ya’ made us think weird stuff ‘bout Pinkie. Look how Fluttershy is now ‘cause o’ that! —Hey, that’s not my fault! —A-and th-those poor l-l-little ani-mals… —Wait, what? —QUIEEET! —Pinkie shouted as everpony else shut up — Can someone please explain to me what’s going on? —she looked at each of her friends. They seemed sort of upset with Rainbow Dash. Twilight Sparkle sighed. She told everything to the pink mare, who listened carefully. The blue Pegasus downed her head, feeling a bit guilty about everything. When the unicorn finished, the earth pony laughed hard. —Did… Did you honestly think of that, Dash? HA HA HA HA! —So… there’s nothing?! —The blue Pegasus ask, a little disappointed, while Pinkie rolled on the floor. —Haha, of course not! I smile because I like smiling! I make everypony happy because I love to see them happy! You don’t need a reason for a smile, you silly Dashie! All the girls regained a grin slowly, even the almost-traumatized Fluttershy. Until Rarity spoke. —So, Pinkie, dear, how’s your sister? —Blinkie? Oh, she’s great! I heard the other day she… —No, I didn’t mean Blinkie. I was talking about your other sister. For an instant, only for a brief instant, the smile on Pinkie’s face faded. And everypony, specially Rainbow Dash, noticed that. —She’s… fine. —Where is she? It would be a pleasure to meet her as well —Rarity said, softly. —Oh, I’m sorry, Rarity, you can't. You’ll see... She’s, well, she’s… you know… —Pinkie Pie felt weird. A little sad and melancholic, but her smile remained still. Yes, she had no reason to get sad; she could share that memory with her best friends. Couldn’t she? —Dead. A lot of thoughts flowed through the mares’ minds: “She assassinated her!” “Sh-she made a c-c-cracker with her!” “She was killed by those evil guys!” “She swallowed ‘er!” “She baked her into cupcakes!” —Why are you looking at me so weird? Pinkie Pie's "Inkie Pie's Pinkie Pie"“Can I open them? Can I open them? Can I open them?” “Not yet, wait a bit more.” “Now? Now?” “No.” “And now?” “Mmm… Yes, now you can.” Little filly Pinkamena Diane Pie opened her eyes abruptly. It was her birthday. Since she got her Cutie Mark with the very first party in Pie family’s rock farm, every occasion was good for a party. Pinkie’s father, Clyde, was still a little reluctant about it, but he (secretly) enjoyed every celebration. This time, her sister Inkie had prepared a gift for her older sister. A gift! There were almost no gifts in the family! Why would anypony give a present? It was a waste of time! Or at least that was what Clyde and Sue thought, until Pinkie gave them a new hat and a new collar. “They’re good. Sometimes” he said when her daughters asked him about presents now. “Oh my gosh! A bucket! Now I can put my stuff in something!” “What? It’s not… Look inside, Pinkie!” The joy Pinkamena had brought to the farm didn’t go unnoticed at all. Yes, maybe the Pies worked as hard as they always did; and maybe Clyde Pie was as stern as always. But now there were smiles. Smiles that came up with the Good morning and Good night. Smiles and Happy birthday! each year. Smiles with I love you, daddy, mommy! that really surprised the earth ponies. Inside the half-filled bucket, swimming awkwardly, there was a tiny alligator. It looked up to Pinkie and opened its mouth as saying “Hello, may I eat you?” “Whoooooaaa! …what’s this?” “It’s a pet!” Inkie said with a smile. It was an expression difficult to make sometimes “You know… Some ponies have companion animals and… well, they’re called ‘pets’. I thought you might want one, so… Do you like him? He was born just yesterday, so you almost share birthdays!” Pinkie put her hoof in the bucket, trying to slowly reach the reptile. But it jumped and bit her. For an instant, the filly thought it was going to hurt, but it felt funny instead. “In the store they said he has some kind of… disease. But don’t worry! He’s ok” she corrected herself as soon as she saw Pinkie’s sad face “The only problem is he has no teeth, though I consider it’s more a good thing than…” “How cuuute!” She took the alligator and hugged it along with her sister “Thank you Inkie! It’s the best gift eveeeer!” “Pinkamena! Inkadelle! What are you doing there?!” “It’s dad! Run!” Amongst the rest of the family, it was Inkadelle Joanne Pie who was affected the most by Pinkie’s new happiness spirit. She often disappeared at morning, just to go to the limits of the farm and spend a whole hour smelling some flowers. Sometimes she quitted working early just to watch sunset. No one seemed to notice that but Pinkie, who would go and play with her most of the times. Nevertheless, there was a reason for the growing smile in Inkie’s own spirit, and even before she started feeling bad, she knew there was something wrong with her body. And smiles made her feel a lot better. Inkie became weaker than her sisters, making his father mad about her “lack of true effort” and his mother worried. Pinkie helped her whenever she couldn’t move the heavier rocks and Blinkie, who had developed some skill at kitchen, baked her some food she called cupcakes (although her older pink sister insisted in calling them duper-mini-cakes-in-a-cup). “Thank you… And I’m sorry…” she said once, panting, at nightfall. “You don’t have to… to help me that much…I’ll get better soon and… and I’ll make you something nice…” She didn’t wake up the next morning. Clyde and Sue took her to Ponyvile Hospital as soon as they could. They didn’t actually understand what their daughter suffered; just that it was something in her blood. Inkie finally opened her eyes at late night. “You’re sick? Sick like Gummy?” Pinkie said, standing aside of her bed, the next day. There was a speck of sadness in her face, but she smiled anyway. “That means you’re gonna lose your teeth?!” “Of course not, Pinkie!” Blinkie answered, leaning over her gray sister and hugging her. “But she would look tooootally funny! Imagine her like that!” “S-stop, Pinkie! You’re scaring her!” But she was not scaring the pony. Inkie was, in fact, laughing. Her mane had become grayish and started falling apart; her face was paler, and she had rings under her eyes almost all day. But she could smile even wider. She could laugh at all those hilarious faces Pinkie did, imitating her pet Gummy, with no teeth. She could taste the sweetness of the pastries Blinkie baked, when she could smuggle them into the Hospital. She could sleep with a huge smile when Sue read her a bedtime story. She must smile, for all the tears her family shed. However, Pinkie was the only one who seemed had never cried, and her face shone with even more light than ever every time she went visiting her sister. “You don’t need to try that hard…” the younger one said once, when the pink pony was changing the flowers in the room for two pairs of giant bouquets with several balloons attached to each jar. “What? But the room looks a lot nicer with them!” Pinkie said, pointing the recently placed ornaments. “I didn’t mean th…” She coughed several times. Pinkie Pie approached, worried “I… I’m fine…” For a moment, they just stared into each other’s eyes. “It’s just… You don’t cry.” It felt like an hour, though it was just seconds. And horrible and stupid thought crossed Inkie’s mind. “What if she doesn’t really like me?” she imagined “That’s the reason she doesn’t cry, she’s happy because I’m sick and I… And I won’t be here soon.” She had heard the doctor speaking to her parents about her disease, her leusomething “Her condition has gone worse… She doesn’t have much time” he had said, making the ponies cry. “Well, duh! Of course I don’t cry!” Pinkie hugged her sister “If I cry you would be sad, wouldn’t you? So I try to make you happy!” The older one smiled broadly while playing with the younger one’s cheeks “Maybe you’ll want to stay a bit more if I make you laugh!” Inkie smiled. She smiled wider than ever, although she cried a bit as well. “I-I-I’m sorry! I didn’t want to…!” “It’s ok, Pinkie.” She hugged her back “These are tears of happiness! You’re doing a great job!” In a merciful world, that hug would have lasted a whole day. “I… I really really don’t want to go.” Inkie’s voice broke and her smile bended. Melancholy filled the room. “Oh, I know!” the pink pony stepped away from her little sister. “I’m gonna throw a party! Right here! The bestest party eveeer!” she raised her legs up to the ceiling, imagining all that she could do to make that hospital room look partier. “Pinkie… the nurses won’t let you…” “Well, I won’t let them not letting me have a party” She said. Inkie wished she couldn’t stop smiling. In a merciful world, her cough would let her do that. In a perfect world she would regain strength just from the laughing and soon she would be dancing and singing, baking and eating with her sisters. “You… You’ll see! There will be so many balloons you would float among them! And there will be cake inside the balloons! And then… I’ll tie punch glasses to each balloon’s string so everypony would drink something with their cake! And…!” “Sis!” she stopped; her hooves mid-air and her lips just about to pronounce something else. Inkie thought a lot what she wanted to say. Tears slipped over her pale but blushed cheeks. That was the right spirit; that was the right thing she could do. Smile until the very end. Smile aside her sister, her Pinkie party sister. “Thank you for being Pinkie Pie for me.” “Hahah! Of course, silly Inkie Linkie! I’ll always be Pinkie Pie for you! You would never be sad with me!” “Heh… I surely won’t!” In a merciful world both sisters, along with their parents, would have walked out of the hospital next morning, laughing and being scolded by their father for not working hard enough. In a merciful world, maybe, the nurses would have allowed Pinkie to put all those balloons inside the room, and not just a quarter of them. In a merciful world, at least, Inkie Pie would have been alive when Pinkie arrived the next day. But she wasn’t. “Oh… Oh, dear, I’m so sorry…” Rariry said, wiping her tears with a very fine handkerchief. Somehow, they all felt stupid. Not even Rainbow Dash would have dared say something about a “dark past” anymore. “It’s ok, don’t worry.” Pinkie had smiled almost during the whole story, but the sadness in her eyes seemed like permanent. “It’s not ok, Pinkie” Twilight Sparkle said, leaning her head “We shouldn’t have been so meddlesome with your past… We are truly sorry for making you remember that…” “So... I was right!” Rainbow Dash stepped forward. She could barely make that triumphal grin she was planning to do with a loud I told you!. “Don’t be so rude Rainbow.” Applejack said, pocking her side with an elbow. However, the pink pony laughed loudly. Bewildered, everypony looked at her. Pinkie, as the wielder of the Element of Laughter, had the ability of laugh at everything, if that was an ability. But the ponies didn’t expect she could laugh at the memory of her dead sister. “Do-don’t worry, haha, I told you I’m ok” Pinkie said when she stopped laughing. “Why do you keep looking weird at me?” “Sorry, Pinkie, but… It’s weird laughing at a sad memory such as… a sister’s death.” Twilight said, turning her voice softer. If the one dead would have been Shining Armor, she would probably burst in tears every time she remembered. But the pink mare seemed immune to that kind of sadness; at first sight, at least. Everypony remembered Pinkie Pie’s next words because it was one of the few moments she had spoken seriously, as impossible as it sounds. The smile remained, but the tone of her short speech was not Pinkie. “She wanted to smile always; and I wanted to keep her smiling always too. There’s nothing wrong in smiling, even if you smile at somepony who’s not here anymore. She’s not a reason, Rainbow.” Pinkie looked at her “She’s a ‘Why not keep smiling?’ I don’t have to be sad for her. I rather be happy! That’s not a bad thing at all, is it?” They looked at each other, silently. They all grinned then, Rarity nodding. “Yes. You’re right, darling.” “Ah guess. And Rainbow, ya’ owe Pinkie an apology.” “Yeah… I’m… I’m sorry” She said slowly, scratching the back of her head. Right now she still thought she was right, but also that the idea was some kind of stupid “I shouldn’t have suspected those silly things about you…” “It’s ok, Rainbow! Look, everypony!” She quickly went to the kitchen and brought a tray with five cupcakes, each one decorated with each one of her friend’s colors and cutie mark icings “I made these to look like you!” For some reason, the blue pegasus was the only one who seemed to step back at the sight of the pastries. Author's Note Wait, what? Author notes? I haven't seen this XD Well, I finally finished my very first fic here -and my first pony fic ever-. Though it didn't end as well as I thought initially... I'll try harder next time ^w^ Thanks to Cascadejackal for helping me improve my writing and every one who read this -and specially if you commented-. Read ya' later and have a nice day ♥
Twilight Sparkle's "Killer Pinkamena"Yay! This is my first fic here. It was very difficult to make, since I’m not a native English-speaker, but I tried my best, so… Please, comment, tell me what’s right or wrong, what you liked or what you didn’t like, so I can improve. More chapters in the way ^w^ – What’s wrong with her…? – whispered the blue coated mare. – Sayin’ something sugarcube? – Applejack bit her cupcake again. They were all at Sugarcube Corner; it was a very busy day for the Cakes and, of course, Pinkie Pie. But that didn’t stop her friends from stopping by and, why not? Grab something to eat. Rainbow Dash was acting kind of suspicious for apparently no reason, watching the pink party pony walking happily all over the place with orders from the clients, cakes and other pastries. – Oh, nothing… It’s just… – the blue pegasus didn’t seem to actually talk about what she was thinking. – Come on, Rainbow Dash, is there something bothering you? – said Rarity, leaning her head a little bit. The pegasus sighed. She leaned forward to her friends, who did the same while the blue coated mare put a hoof to cover her whisper as much as possible. – I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with Pinkie… Nopony said something for a couple seconds. – You mean… – Twilight started – wrong like what? – Yeah! Like… I know there has to be something wrong… – I know what you’re saying – Rarity nodded – . Her desserts are very delightful, but she could do something about the presentation. – Huh? – Food also needs to look beautiful, don’t you think? – Oh! Yes, Angel gets a bit angry if I don’t make his salad looks the way he wants… – Fluttershy smiled while talking. Rainbow Dash put a hoof on her face. – I’m not talking about food! It’s… Look, Pinkie’s always so happy, right? – everypony agreed, grinning just at the sight of the pink pony jumping from here to there and delivering every cake with a “Hello!” – Well, I… think there has to be something… you know… – she moved her hoof in circles, trying to find the right word – bad about her. Like… she had a terrible past and now she’s laughing all the time to not remember that! They all laughed except for Rainbow Dash. – Hah! Ya’ seriously have some crazy ideas, RD! – It’s not crazy, Applejack! – Yeah, it is! Why can’t she be happy just because? – Because… you know what they say! They looked at each other, trying not to laugh again at Rainbow’s suggestion. The yellow mare, as shy as only she was, spoke slowly. – Ahm… the more the merrier? – What? No! They say “the ones that laugh the most are the ones who have suffered the most”. – Wait who said that? – Twilight Sparkle raised an eyebrow while inquisitively looking at her friend. – …some… somepony… – It sounds familiar to me, why? – I don’t know, I just…! – Having a good time? – Pinkie said, placing another tray full of cupcakes for her friends, looking a bit tired, but joyful – Sorry for not being all the time with you! The Cakes reaaaally need my help, so… What were you talking about? – Oh, Rainbow Dash was saying… – Applejack started, with a derisive voice. – NOTHING! I was saying nothing! – Rainbow Dash interrupted, muttering. – Nothing? That’s a really funny word to say! Nothing, nothing, noooo… thing! – And with that, Pinkie Pie walked away, saying “nothing” and making faces to it. – Well, she did live at a rock farm. – The orange one said as soon as Pinkie wasn’t able to hear her – Ah think that’s kinda… depressive. – But that’s not a disgrace, Applejack – Rarity grabbed the best–looking cupcake very carefully – Last year I went to that farm and it was really nice. Her parents and her sister were kind to me and the whole place looked good… or some sort of. And, indeed, Rarity had gone there with Pinkie for visiting her mom and dad, who now worked with a big smile in whatever-you-do-at-a-rock-farm. Even though Rarity’s first motivation was finding some good gemstones there, she actually liked the place. Twilight Sparkle was walking her way to the library, with her purple and green companion, Spike, who was carrying a lot of muffins and cupcakes. – These are pretty good. How does Pinkie Pie to make them this good? – He munched another one – Ghou wegh shayin’…? – I’ve told you a dozen times; swallow what you put in your mouth before talking! – The unicorn scolded him; then she whispered – Oh, dear… I ate too much at Pinkie’s place… – I said you were saying? – Spike repeated after carefully chewing the dessert – It was something about the tragic past of Pinkie, I think. – No, that’s just what Rainbow thought. Ugh... Sorry, Spike, I really… I really feel like going to the bed soon. They had arrived to the library; Spike said a soft “Good night!” to the unicorn while she slowly reached for her bed. The stomachache she apparently had didn’t let her sleep until very late, making her fall in a dream. A quite strange dream. – Do you have him? – A voice asked from the dark. – Yes. – She answered with a high-pitched but melancholic tone. The small mare threw something unto the legs of the pony in the shadows. – Very good, Pinkamena – He said – You’re a very good filly. – May I… go home now? The Shadow pony stepped forward and put a hoof on Pinkamena’s head, caressing her. – Almost, my dear. You have to complete a couple more of tasks. Pinkamena inclined her head. She didn’t want to continue with that job. She didn’t like it. She just longed being with her family. She missed her father and her mother and her sisters. She missed her friend Rocky, even if everypony else made fun of him for being just a pile of rocks. But she had to go on with her missions; she had to keep on the crimson path she walked on, for the good of her own family. She had learned how to do it, how to sneak closer and closer to her target, how to surprise it and how to defeat it with a single blow. She hated being so efficient. She gazed upon the starry night, thinking about the pony she had killed that evening. She didn’t know him, nor if he was innocent or not, but Pinkamena had orders to killed him, cut his head off and deliver it to her boss. She didn’t want to, but she had to. The bad ponies, as she called them, were paying her so she could sustain her whole poor family, but she had to obey the bad ponies. – I’d rather… make everyone laugh… instead of making them cry… – She walked out of the forest, tears running through her face – I wish I could… end all of this… All of everypony’s suffering… But… – A piece of paper fell from the sky unto her hooves. She knew what that was when she read the name written on it: her new target. The sky turned red as she raised her head, with a grisly smile on her lips and eyes with a crazy look. Her voice also turned kind of demonic – But I NEED to kill. I need to kill YOU, TWILIGHT SPARKLE! – TWILIGHT! – NOOO! LEAVE ME ALONE, PINKIE! – Twilight, wake up! Spike was shaking the unicorn, trying to wake her up since she looked like fighting somepony in her dreams. Twilight soon realized her legs were up in the air, trying to make the killer Pinkamena from her nightmare go away. She stood still a couple of moments and then relaxed, falling over her bed again. – Twi? What’s wrong? Why were you calling Pinkie? – I just dreamed she was… she was… I think I need to speak with her. And kill Rainbow Dash.
Fluttershy's "Animal processing Pinka-Derpy"—Could you believe it? I think Rainbow Dash read that in one of those Darring Doo books. Oh, no, I don’t think the sweet Pinkie Pie could have such a… dark past or something. Do you, Angel? Fluttershy looked at her white rabbit, which was eating a beautiful-looking salad with fruit decorating its top. Angel was barely paying attention to the pegasus, although she was entertained speaking to it. The yellow-coated pony didn’t eat as much desserts as Twilight at Sugarcube Corner, but it was just because she never actually eats a lot. She had a couple muffins, she had enough with that. —I thought so. She’s so kind, even if she speaks nonsense sometimes. Or if she acts nonsense. But she cooks wonderfully! Nopony who makes such good pastries would be bad! I think… When she leaned her head to watch her pet again, she found that Angel had eaten everything on the dish. —Do you enjoy my food as well as I enjoy Pinkie’s? — Fluttershy beamed at Angel. Angel tilted its head —I knew. The white rabbit yawned and skipped the way to its bed. The yellow pegasus went then upstairs and cuddled over her own, not sleepy at all. —However… No, I should not be thinking about that topic — she said, denying to herself — Poor Pinkie! Even if she actually had a… sad or bad past, she’s happy and blissful all day long, and that’s what matters now, not what Rainbow suspects. That pony sometimes can be a bit silly… Oh. I shouldn’t speak like that about my friends. I’ll apologize the next time I meet her… Fluttershy closed her eyes for a moment, reclining her head over her soft pillow. —I’m so sorry — she said with a sad voice, though she was kind of grinning, emptying the box on the processer. The screams of the little animals reverberated through the entire factory. —I’m so sorry, cute creatures of the forest. It was a dark place, full with stained machines and metal scraps all over the floor. The processer in which the pink coated filly was working at vibrated as the screams of the living things inside it soon became one with the metallic sound. The little pony, with a tag on her left leg in which “Pinkie” could be read, sighed, resigned to do what she had to. She had embraced the idea of doing something completely cruel for what she thought was a good for a lot of people. —Hi, Pinkie —another filly had arrived, a grey one with a golden mane. She walked slowly to her processer, pushing a cardbox full with kitties. —Hey—the pink pony said, barely looking at her. She closed her eyes as soon as the screams of the animals started again. —Why… why do you…? — she began — Why do you always make your eyes look like that? It’s weird. — It’s because this way—the filly turned her head to Pinkie with her eyes crossed and a sad expression on her lips — I’m not able to watch them suffer… Pinkamena sighed again. She had chosen not to feel guilty about what she did. Everypony loved their product; even it made a lot of animals suffer. She felt obligated to keep doing it, so everypony remain happy. —If there were another way, Derpy… —ARE YOU TALKING? I SAID NO TALKING. — A fierce voice came from the shadows, making them both shiver. —Yes, boss! —The two of them replied. Wasn’t that even crueler? Recruiting little fillies to make such terrifying operation. Pinkie sighed a third time, emptying another box of animals into the machine. After the screams stopped, she could hear a low “beep”, indicating the product was done. She leaned over the conveyor belt, watching it coming out of the machine. —But it doesn’t matter, for we LOVE making… —both of the fillies raised their front legs up to the black ceiling with evil smiles on their faces. The machines roared at unison —ANIMAL CRACKERS! WAHAHAHA! —NOOOOOOOOOOO!! —…Fluttershy? —a low voice came from outside —Fluttershy! Is that ya’ tryin’ to shout? It was morning already. The yellow pegasus found herself lifting her own front legs to the ceiling of her room, sweating, with an expression of despair on her cute face. —Ahm… A-applejack? Is that you? —She said. —Ah was just passin' by and ah heard ya'. Is there somethin’ wrong, sugarcube? May ah come in? —Sure… —Fluttershy hurried wiping the sweat off of her face and combing her hair. Then she flew to the door, finding a tired farmer standing outside — Oh, Applejack, I’m so glad you came here. I had the most terrible nightmare! —Lemme guess —The orange coated’s face was almost inexpressive, with rings under her eyes, like she hadn’t had much sleeping time that night. —Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy was surprised. —Y-yes! Oh, you too? It was awful! Pinkie (and Derpy, for some reason) was making… making… animal crackers! —she jumped and hugged Applejack. —Huh? Crackers? That was yer nightmare? —You don’t understand… They were animal crackers. Crackers-made-from-animals! —Ya’ know those aren’t actually made from animals. Right, hun’? —Then why are they called like that, Applejack?! WHY?! —Come on, Fluttershy—she said, trying to calm her down, as the pegasus seemed to be about bursting in tears— Let’s go chat a bit with Pinkie. —And… Applejack? —Yeah, sugarcube? —Can we… speak with Rainbow Dash as well? —The hay we’re gonna speak with her. Maybe after we kill ‘er. YES, I’ve read “Fluttershy discovers animal crackers”. I hope you enjoy this and how this is going on. Thanks for reading and, once again, please leave a comment whether you like it or not. I know I need improvement and some criticism is good and appreciated. :D Hasta pronto~
Rarity's "Witness protection Pinkie-Belle"It was almost midnight and Sweetie Belle was going around her sister, trying to help her as always. Rarity levitated the long blue fabric she was working on, cutting it in several parts and arranging them over the table. —Why is this taking you so long? —I have to take my time with my creations; otherwise they wouldn’t be as magnificent as they are — Rarity answered, slowly, sewing layers of different fabrics together. —And right now I have to work really hard; I cannot waste any more time! Even though I’m kind of tired, I… Sweetie Belle! How many times do I have to tell you! Don’t-eat-in-this-room! The filly had taken one of the cupcakes her sister had brought form Sugar Cube Corner, dropping crumbs over some precious fabric Rarity was going to use early the next day. —Can’t you eat properly like a lady, as well? —The older mare took a broom and the fabric with magic. —Ish noth mah folt! —Sweetie Belle stuttered, dropping even more little pieces of bread and candy to the floor. Rarity began sweeping and hitting her sister softly with the broom. The little one swallowed — I said it’s not my fault! —Get out! It’s late, go to bed, you little brat! —Ok, ok! You don’t have to hit me with that! —And don’t you dare eat those cupcakes on your bed! Sweetie Belle left the room, muttering, while Rarity cleaned the little mess her messy sister made. Even if she worked so efficiently, why did she have always the deadlines so close? She sighed. —Don’t worry, Rarity, you can do it, just focus in those dresses. They’re going to look so magnifiques when they’re done! When they’re done… —she closed her eyes for a second—Focus! And you have my permission to stop talking to yourself in the morning… The white coated mare looked firmly at the sewed fabrics. She looked at them really really closely, as everything turned black. And then, the music started to play. Kind of dark, calming music with some words in the air. She didn’t pay attention to it, nor to other things that weren’t she. The filly walked down the streets of a dismal city, with whispers going like ghosts through its walls. The look in her eyes roamed over every little thing that was —and that was not— in front of her. There was a strange sense around her, like the one you feel when it’s raining. The air was heavy and cold and it seemed to turn her sight grayer. She stopped next to a streetlamp, leaning on it, waiting for somepony. —Are you already here, honey? —a white mare asked, walking towards Pinkie with a slow pace. She was wearing a brown dress with yellow frills. Her eyes were colored with the saddest of the grays. —You always come un peu late. —I felt I should be early this time. The brown pony hugged her, trying to cheer her up, although her face remained unexpressive. The music still played through the streets, like it was some sort of movie or TV series. They both began walking down the street. —Madame LeFlour? May I… ask why do we keep changing homes? I mean… Why can’t I…? —I know what you mean, chérie, but that’s not safe. I know it’s hard for you to forget your own famille, but c’est necessary. —Yes… Yes, I… I know… — Pinkie stammered. She didn’t like to move from house to house so often, but she was running away. It happened a couple years ago, her father was an honest police officer, a stallion with a strong sense of justice. But the crimes forces are were even stronger. An assassin was paid for killing him as well as his family. Pinkie’s father, mother and sister were killed, but she survived. But the evil guys still looked for the stallion’s younger daughter. That was the reason of the little filly’s misadventure. Madam LeFlour, the pony in charge of changing Pinkie’s family every time she got discovered, and Pinkie met with another pony near an old wagon. He was a stallion with earth-like colored coat. —Bonsoir, monsieur Clyde —LeFleur claimed, as the male pony nodded —He’s going to be your new father, honey. Pinkie walked forwards, but then, the music stopped. Clyde Pie and Madame LeFlour faded into a black shadow, which swallowed almost the whole city, leaving Pinkie alone. She gazed up to the dark skies, crying. —I wish nopony faces a disgrace like this… An eternal escape from what should be. And I wish… I wish my sister would let me eat cupcakes in her workshop! There are so many things to see there, but I’d like to eat while watching them! —Pinkie’s coat lighted up until it was completely white and her mane progressively turned to grayish tones of pink and purple. —I’d like to use some of her fabrics as well. Those are sooo pretty! I think she can afford to share some of it…—A horn appeared on her forehead and her voice became… squeakier. —And if she complains about me not helping her… well… she could teach me some Raritiness to do or something! Pinkie-Belle grew up until she had the size of a building. She opened her mouth and muffins began falling from inside of it. A grey-coated mare with golden mane fell as well. The streets became chocolate milk and the background music started again, this time a lot happier and faster. Pinkie-Belle began melting and transforming into bubbles, inside each of them a little Pinkie-Belle stood. They all stared at some point in space, where all the reality was flowing into a white infinity. And then Rarity woke up. —For Celestia… that didn’t have any sense at all. A quite strange dream… It was because all the pastries I ate? Or because all the work I did not do? “Are you speaking to yourself again, Rarity?” —No, I’m not speaking to myself again, inner Rarity. —Are you… speaking to yourself again, Rarity? —No, I’m not speaking to myself again, outer Sweetie Belle. The fashionista turned over, seeing her little sister standing in the entrance of her room, looking back at her. —Are you ok, sis? —the filly asked, kind of flummoxed. —Yes, yes, I just had a… weird dream. It was about Pinkie Pie… and you suddenly… —Rarity moved her right hoof in circle while scratching her head with the other —Oh, forget it. —Her curiosity had just been suddenly awakened by Rainbow Dash’s suspicious of Pinkie’s past. Rarity thought she had to find out the truth, even if she had to put her work aside. Maybe that was the reason of her not getting her commissions on time —I’m sorry, my dear, I need to go now. —I don’t get it —The Crusader said, leaning her head and raising an eyebrow while her sister walked out of the room —May I play with your things? —Of course not. Wait —the unicorn stopped right after she opened the front door of the boutique. — Pinkie once told you about her getting her cutie mark, right? —Uhm… yeeah… why? —What did she say to you?—Rarity approached her sister, expecting her story to be a bit more interesting than what she already knew. —Well… She used to live at a rock farm… —Sweetie Belle looked very busy recalling Pinkie’s words, as her face frown trying to remember — with her parents and her sisters… Then the rainbow thing happened and she… —Hold on… You said… “Sisters”? Plural? —When Rarity went to the farm, she could only see one sister, Blinkie was her name, Rarity thought. There was no sign of any other sibling. Where was she, then? —Yeah… I think… —Sweetie Belle frowned again, trying harder. —That’s it! Thanks, Sweetie! — Rarity kissed her sister’s forehead —And don’t mess with my stuff while I’m out. —B-but…! Yes, this is kind of random, I honestly forgot what Rarity's dream was going to be about XD I hope you enjoy it... If not, tell me what did you not enjoy or how can I improve my writing ^^
Applejack's "The Pinkie Blob"Yes! Sorry for the longlonglonglonglonglong delay. I found this little thing called... Fallout: Equestria and well... I couldn't stop reading, haha. And then the finals at university... I'm really a mess over there... Anyways, here it is. Applejack's chapter. Yay. I hope you keep reading this, give me your opinions about it, whether you like it or not. Buh-bye~ It was past midnight, and the sound of hooves hitting trees could still be heard at Sweet Apple Acres. An orange mare had suddenly felt a lot of energy throughout the day, so she was still there, bucking apple trees, but she gradually began to feel tired. Maybe it was all the sugar she ate at Pinkie’s, also all the pastries she brought home. —Ya’ still there? —Big Macintosh said, sticking his head out from the front door.—Ya’ don’t have to work ‘till now, ya’ know? —Don’t worry, Ah know what Ah’m doin’, Big Mac. —The mare almost shouted — A couple more to finish today’s job… an’ ah’ll go to sleep. Ah swear. Big Macintosh sighed and returned inside. Applejack knew she could make a final effort. She remembered that morning. Eating —a lot— at Sugar Cube Corner with her friends. She knew it was not healthy to ingest that amount of sugar, but the time was worth it, everyone enjoys staying with friends even if… even if they have some silly ideas about other friends. Like Rainbow Dash did. Applejack beamed in the dark. She was completely sure Pinkie didn’t have a tragic past like her pegasus friend thought. Maybe a boring one, yes. Applejack bucked one last tree. —And that’s all for today… —She smiled again, proud of her hard work. She slowly walked into the house, entered her room and dropped asleep on her bed. She woke up sweating, breathing heavily. —You have to get out! Now! —somepony shouted. She stood up as fast as she could and began running. She pushed the door and stopped right out of the house. Frightened, she saw everypony fleeing, trying to get as far as possible from the not-so-far dust cloud. Roars and sound of debris falling came from inside it. The fear was present in the faces of all the ponies. Some of them tripped and got swallowed by the cloud, screaming. —What the hay are you waiting for?! Run, Pinkamena! The little filly fled away. She ran between other fillies and colts, crying and yelping. A giant shadow covered the ones running at Pinkamena’s left, just before a huge arm-like cloud hit them and dragged them to its screaming insides. What was that? It just attacked out of nowhere, a brown cloud, although it seemed more like a giant ball of Lint. —The horror! The horror! —A pink-coated mare with yellow mane screamed right before she was swallowed by the monstrous cloud as well. The houses and shops fell down with thunderous crashes and noisy screams. Pinkamena lifted her sight as she heard the sound of pegasi fly. The Wonderbolts had come, trying to surround the monster with their thunder cloud, but they were quickly absorbed by the giant thing. “Well, that was stupid” thought the little pink filly. —Father? Mother? Where are you? —Run, Pinkamena! Save yourse-! —The filly could hear that only. The instant she turned her head, she glanced her parents being caught by the Cloud. Suddenly, there was nopony running around her: She was completely alone. —No… please, stop. Stop! STOP! — She could not avoid being in the reach of the monster. And it captured her. It all turned black. And moisten. Disgustingly moisten. Her sight could only perceive dots of light floating around, like nothingness amongst nothingness. She could hear voices as well. Whispers, yelps and sobs. —Ah! You are different! —A deep, strange voice resound all over the void. The little Pinkamena trembled. Who was that? No… what was that? She tried to cover her ears, but the voice seemed to pierce her hooves and her mind itself —You are the one who will embody my Will in this earth. Pinkamena didn’t have any chance to answer, nor even complain or scream. Beams of light appeared, filling the darkness involving her. The black became white and the white gained color, changing that strange space into the reality Pinkamena knew. But she felt a lot different. As she looked back, she noticed the Cloud had disappeared, although the city was still destroyed. The filly began walking forward. —You know what to do now —She said, apparently to herself, walking slowly out of the ruins —To wait until I have enough power to conquer all of Equestria. Meanwhile you have to gain the trust of all of its inhabitants, make them happy, make them smile. And then… — Her trotting grew faster, her smile wider and her eyes creepier —I’LL EAT THEM ALL, LIKE APPLES! Applejack opened her eyes. —What in tarnation…? She knew what that was. Or at least she suspected it. She had her thoughts messed up by Rainbow’s crazy idea. Yeah… It was that. She got surprised when she realized it was still very early in the morning. Applejack sighed and walked out of her home. The mare didn’t even want to think about the stupid dream she had just had. Pinkie as some kind of slimy monster? Swallowing everypony in her (its?) way? Haha, no, thank you. She found herself trotting out of the farm and way beyond, with a sudden urge of finding out more about Pinkie, thanks to the rainbow pegasus, when she heard an acute but low scream. The farmer was already near Fluttershy’s cottage. Had she walked that long? The blonde mare approached as fast as she could to her friend’s home —…Fluttershy? —Applejack said when she reached the door —Fluttershy! Is that ya’ tryin’ to shout? —Ahm… A-applejack? Is that you? —The cute voice of the yellow pony came out. —Is there somethin’ wrong, sugarcube? May ah come in? —Sure… —Applejack waited a couple moments, sighing at the moment the pegasus opened the door — Oh, Applejack, I’m so glad you came here. I had the most terrible nightmare! —Lemme guess —The orange coated’s face was almost inexpressive, with rings under her eyes. She was almost sure Fluttershy had dreamed about the same thing she had. She even thought Twilight and Rarity had dreamed about that topic as well —Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy was surprised. —Y-yes! Oh, you too? It was awful! Pinkie (and Derpy, for some reason) was making… making… animal crackers! —she jumped and hugged Applejack. —Huh? Crackers? —Honestly? Well, it may looked bad to Fluttershy’s eyes, but it was a dream as silly as that pony-swallowing-Pinkie-monster —That was yer nightmare? —You don’t understand… They were animal crackers. Made-from-animals! —Ya’ know those aren’t actually made from animals. Right, hun’? —Then why are they called like that, Applejack?! WHY?! —Come on, Fluttershy—she said, trying to calm her down, as the pegasus seemed to be about bursting in tears— Let’s go chat a bit with Pinkie. —And… Applejack? —Yeah, sugarcube? —Can we… speak with Rainbow Dash as well? —The hay we’re gonna speak with her. Maybe after we kill ‘er. And after convincing Fluttershy they were not going to actually kill Rainbow, they made their way to Sugar Cube Corner, where they found two unicorns in front of the cake shop, already talking about one pink mare. —I still don’t understand your point —the purple one said, frowning —You think Pinkie’s… erhm… reason is her missing sister? —I’m not saying that exactly, Twilight! I just think her sister is a key piece in this puzzle… —Do Ah hear well, Rarity? —Applejack asked the white unicorn. She waved with her head, as Fluttershy was still trying to hold her tears with all of her strength —Did Rainbow actually transmit you her silly idea? —My, of course not. But I still feel quite strange about her sister… —I guess we are all here because of one reason —Twilight sighed and turned to the building’s door. She knocked two times. —Yes? —Pinkie Pie’s voice answered from above, her head floating through her room’s window. —Oh, it’s you! — She entered again, closing the window, and less than a second later she appeared at the door, waving happily at her friends —Hello everypony! How are you this beautiful morning? Wanting to have breakfast together as the good friends we all are? That’s amazing! We could…! —Ahm… Pinkie? —Yes, Twilight? —How could she? How could such an incredibly happy pony have a tragic past? It felt like sunshine came from Pinkie Pie, like her smile warmed the hearts of everypony else. And it was because of that Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Fluttershy and Applejack exchanged nervous looks. Maybe Pinkie Pie didn’t want to revive that past… Maybe —and just maybe— Rainbow was right… —We… We want to ask you about something… —Of course! —She said with a wide grin — It’s about my past, isn’t it? —The ponies felt like their jaw hit the floor —Haha, you look funny! Rainbow Dash already told me about it. She spent the night here! She’s such a noisy spy, you know?
Rainbow Dash's "Cupcakes"Hello, again. This thing almost ends, I'm glad some people actually read my first pony fanfic >w< I had thought Rainbow's dream in a different way, but thanks to Moon_dew for the idea, which I chose to use XD Please comment whether you like it or not. And yes, the whole thing was not exactly about the dreams... Thanks a lot to everybrony~ ^3^ —You don’t understand… I had to be like that. The sins of my past torment me everywhere I go, every single moment. I can still hear the screams for help, the fire and the cries. Oh, the cries, the yelp… They’re stuck in my head… and the only way to push them out of me is smiling… —I thought something was strange with you. It’s not the fact that you’re always happy, but the way you are. —the pegasus said. —I… I’m sorry… —the earth pony looked down with tears oozing her eyes. —Hey… It’s not something bad —She approached her and put her left hoof on the pony’s shoulder —It is actually good you try to feel better… and make others feel better. —You… You think? —Of course! Now, let’s get out of here. The ceiling’s starting to crumble down! Daring Do and his companion rushed passed the giant hall, its walls cracking and its floor sinking into the cold and moisten soil of the jungle. But suddenly… —HELLO RAINBOW DASH! —the pegasus almost dropped her book (Daring Do and the Shadow of the Sapphire) —What are you doing up there? —I was… I was just reading, Pinkie! —She said nervously, waving with the book. She was actually spying on her friend, waiting for a single moment: the one during which Pinkie would find herself alone and would begin to whisper his past to a mirror. Like that mare, Moonshade, in that Daring Do book. But Pinkie was, obviously, not like that mare. Pinkie Pie was jumping all over Sugarcube Corner —the place was full after all—, later she went on a walk around Ponyville, saying “Hello!” to everypony she met. Rainbow Dash concealed herself in a cloud, following the party pony. But soon she got bored. Pinkie Pie didn’t do anything out of the normal stuff —normal for Pinkie—, so, when she returned home, Rainbow Dash did nothing more than sit on the roof and read that book again. Or at least the part that woke her curiosity up. So there she was, on the roof just above the window of Pinkie Pie’s bedroom. And there Pinkie Pie was, on the balcony, looking at her pegasus friend. None of them say a word for a couple seconds. —I… I better get going! I have to… erhm… go. —Okey dokey lokey! —The earth pony said happily. She didn’t suspect —or at least she didn’t look like she suspected— anything from her pegasus friend. Rainbow flew away as fast as she could, ignoring Pinkie’s “See you later!” Darn it! She got discovered! She had to find another way to approach the pink pony and find out about her dark secret past! She had to conjure some sort of awesomely secret plan to make Pinke Pie tell her about those black chapters of her life! Yes! But she didn’t do any of that. A couple hours later, Rainbow Dash returned to the roof of Sugarcube Corner, above Pinkie’s bedroom, just like she had done before. And nothing else happened. She could watch her go back and forth through Ponyville, and Rainbow Dash was starting to think that Pinkie… well, maybe she didn’t have such a terrible past like Moonshade did. Just maybe… she was overthinking that. Maybe those Daring Do books were really affecting her way of thinking. —Nah —she said really low. At nightfall, Pinkie Pie returned home without noticing the blue pegasus who was spying on her. A pegasus who was on the edge of desperation for the waiting. “Come on!” she thought “I know you’re gonna spit something any minute!” But her pink friend went directly to her bed falling asleep instantly. Rainbow groaned. She slid herself over the roof and landed on the balcony. As quietly as possible, she opened the window and entered the room. —Ok, Pinkie… I know you have something hidden in some place…—She said in a whisper. She had an opportunity to find out! However, she was getting really tired. After all, Rainbow Dash followed Pinkie Pie all day long, and she didn’t sleep well last night. She stood still in the middle of the room, watching her friend snore. Rainbow almost didn’t hold her mouth for shouting “DARN IT!” She realized she had a lot of time during the day for searching into Pinkie’s room, but instead of that, she wasted it actually following Pinkie. That’s not how happened in Daring Do and the Shadow of the Sapphire! Her eyelids grew heavy. She had forced herself to not sleep while spying on Pinkie… but now she was not spying on her. She could… She could rest. No! She must find something to unravel the party pony’s secret dark past! But, with a thud!, Rainbow Dash fell asleep in the middle of Pinkie Pie’s bedroom. She woke up shackled. She was lying down on some sort of metallic table, her wings and legs trapped against the cold and rusty metal. Despair soon filled her. —He… Hello? Pinkie? …somepony? —Well, heeeello, Rainbow Dash! —a pink mare appeared in front of her. The rest of the room was pitch black and only a small circle of light could be seen around the two ponies —You’re finally awake! —What are you doing? This is a prank, right? Right?! —The fetters hold her movements —Hehe… Nice one, let me go now! —You’re funny, Rainbow! Of course I’m not gonna let you go! —the party mare approached the table and pulled a lever. The metal table rose until it was vertical. Rainbow Dash could see another table, a smaller one, with a pink tray on it. There were three pastries on it. —Oh, do you like how they look? They were cupcakes, although there was something strange with them. There was a purple one with stars on the icing, an orange one with apples and a yellow one with butterflies. However, they oozed a terrible smell, a smell Rainbow Dash could recognize not because it was familiar, but because it was completely strange, disgusting and sickening: it was the smell of Death. —I heard you were looking for clues to reveal my past. You eanie meanie Rainy~ That’s sooo Rainbow Dash! —What… what are you doing, Pinkie?! —her chest went up and down, her heart beat so fast it hurt, and the sweat soon ran across her coat. —Oh, nothing… Yet. Why do you have to be like that, Rainbow? You planted the seed in the others and they started asking me… They didn’t give me any choice than doing this! —she pointed the cupcakes. Rainbow Dash froze. No. It can’t be… —Do you like how they look? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back and I ate the Rarity one. She was sooo tasty! But I still have Twili, AJ and Fluttershy. Want a bite? The pegasus could not speak. She actually… Did she actually bake them into… into cupcakes? Pinkie’s eyes looked pretty strange. Her pupils were really small, even in the dark the room was filled with. Her mane, now flat, made two dull curtains aside her eyes. And the smile in her lips didn’t do anything more than make her look even creepier. —Now it’s your turn, Dashie. You’ll learn not to ask for aunt Pinkamena’s paaast~ I wonder how a Rainbow Dash cupcake tastes like~—the pink mare took a couple steps forward Rainbow Dash, staring at her with those grim red eyes. Red? Pinkie’s eyes were not red… But it didn’t matter. Everything went red a second later. —NOOO!! —Gooood morning, Rainbow Dash! —A high-pitched voice and a sweet smell filled the room. By the looks, Pinkie Pie was making her breakfast. Some kind of pastry. Again. —Whe… What? —The pegasus stood up quickly —What happened? —A dream, it was just a dream. Rainbow Dash calmed down a bit, but was still nervous— I mean… Hey! —Oh, I’m sorry! I supposed to pretend I don’t realize you’re spying on me, right? —Wait, how…?— Don’t worry, silly filly~ Here, have breakfast! Pinkie Pie put a cupcake near her hooves, on the ground. Rainbow Dash backed off since the sweet piece was blue with rainbow colored icing. Then she stared at her for a minute. In the name “Pinkie Pie” the words “party”, “weird” and “creepy” were implied. But in despite of the cupcake coincidence, there was something inside the pegasus that pushed her through. Oh, the urge. She hadn’t had the idea for more than a couple days and she already had a huge urge of knowing. If her friend was like Moonshade in Daring Do’s book, she could be in great suffering in the inside! But, on the other hoof… maybe not. —Ehm… Pinkie…—She finally said, stepping aside of the pastry and advancing towards her friend— I have something I want to… ask you. —You do? —she said with a very high-pitched voice. —Yes. It’s… —the blue mare rolled her eyes, trying to find the right words. Or the courage to pronounce them — …about your past. I’m very curious about it… —You are? —Of course I am, Pinkie! You thought I was not gonna notice?! —Oh, no, you noticed! —The pink mare pressed her cheeks with her hooves and opened her eyes widely. —Yes! Yes, I did! —Rainbow poked her with a hoof —I know you’re hiding something from all of us! Something dark about your past! You’re just pretending everything’s fine… but you have to talk about it, because…! — Hahaha, you’re so funny, Rainbow Dash! I don’t even know what you’re talking about! —She made a gesture with a hoof and then trotted upstairs. —I’m out of sprinkles; wait here while I reach another can of it. Okey dokey, strangy-suspiciousy-Dashie? —Nonetheless, just a second later, she came back real fast —Oh, they’re here! Behind her, entering Sugarcube Corner, was the rest of the gang. Twilight Sparkle and Rarity seemed very intrigued, and a tired Applejack was holding Fluttershy, who looked pretty scared. —Oh, you came… —Of course we came. —Ya’ made us think weird stuff ‘bout Pinkie. Look how Fluttershy is now ‘cause o’ that! —Hey, that’s not my fault! —A-and th-those poor l-l-little ani-mals… —Wait, what? —QUIEEET! —Pinkie shouted as everpony else shut up — Can someone please explain to me what’s going on? —she looked at each of her friends. They seemed sort of upset with Rainbow Dash. Twilight Sparkle sighed. She told everything to the pink mare, who listened carefully. The blue Pegasus downed her head, feeling a bit guilty about everything. When the unicorn finished, the earth pony laughed hard. —Did… Did you honestly think of that, Dash? HA HA HA HA! —So… there’s nothing?! —The blue Pegasus ask, a little disappointed, while Pinkie rolled on the floor. —Haha, of course not! I smile because I like smiling! I make everypony happy because I love to see them happy! You don’t need a reason for a smile, you silly Dashie! All the girls regained a grin slowly, even the almost-traumatized Fluttershy. Until Rarity spoke. —So, Pinkie, dear, how’s your sister? —Blinkie? Oh, she’s great! I heard the other day she… —No, I didn’t mean Blinkie. I was talking about your other sister. For an instant, only for a brief instant, the smile on Pinkie’s face faded. And everypony, specially Rainbow Dash, noticed that. —She’s… fine. —Where is she? It would be a pleasure to meet her as well —Rarity said, softly. —Oh, I’m sorry, Rarity, you can't. You’ll see... She’s, well, she’s… you know… —Pinkie Pie felt weird. A little sad and melancholic, but her smile remained still. Yes, she had no reason to get sad; she could share that memory with her best friends. Couldn’t she? —Dead. A lot of thoughts flowed through the mares’ minds: “She assassinated her!” “Sh-she made a c-c-cracker with her!” “She was killed by those evil guys!” “She swallowed ‘er!” “She baked her into cupcakes!” —Why are you looking at me so weird?
Pinkie Pie's "Inkie Pie's Pinkie Pie"“Can I open them? Can I open them? Can I open them?” “Not yet, wait a bit more.” “Now? Now?” “No.” “And now?” “Mmm… Yes, now you can.” Little filly Pinkamena Diane Pie opened her eyes abruptly. It was her birthday. Since she got her Cutie Mark with the very first party in Pie family’s rock farm, every occasion was good for a party. Pinkie’s father, Clyde, was still a little reluctant about it, but he (secretly) enjoyed every celebration. This time, her sister Inkie had prepared a gift for her older sister. A gift! There were almost no gifts in the family! Why would anypony give a present? It was a waste of time! Or at least that was what Clyde and Sue thought, until Pinkie gave them a new hat and a new collar. “They’re good. Sometimes” he said when her daughters asked him about presents now. “Oh my gosh! A bucket! Now I can put my stuff in something!” “What? It’s not… Look inside, Pinkie!” The joy Pinkamena had brought to the farm didn’t go unnoticed at all. Yes, maybe the Pies worked as hard as they always did; and maybe Clyde Pie was as stern as always. But now there were smiles. Smiles that came up with the Good morning and Good night. Smiles and Happy birthday! each year. Smiles with I love you, daddy, mommy! that really surprised the earth ponies. Inside the half-filled bucket, swimming awkwardly, there was a tiny alligator. It looked up to Pinkie and opened its mouth as saying “Hello, may I eat you?” “Whoooooaaa! …what’s this?” “It’s a pet!” Inkie said with a smile. It was an expression difficult to make sometimes “You know… Some ponies have companion animals and… well, they’re called ‘pets’. I thought you might want one, so… Do you like him? He was born just yesterday, so you almost share birthdays!” Pinkie put her hoof in the bucket, trying to slowly reach the reptile. But it jumped and bit her. For an instant, the filly thought it was going to hurt, but it felt funny instead. “In the store they said he has some kind of… disease. But don’t worry! He’s ok” she corrected herself as soon as she saw Pinkie’s sad face “The only problem is he has no teeth, though I consider it’s more a good thing than…” “How cuuute!” She took the alligator and hugged it along with her sister “Thank you Inkie! It’s the best gift eveeeer!” “Pinkamena! Inkadelle! What are you doing there?!” “It’s dad! Run!” Amongst the rest of the family, it was Inkadelle Joanne Pie who was affected the most by Pinkie’s new happiness spirit. She often disappeared at morning, just to go to the limits of the farm and spend a whole hour smelling some flowers. Sometimes she quitted working early just to watch sunset. No one seemed to notice that but Pinkie, who would go and play with her most of the times. Nevertheless, there was a reason for the growing smile in Inkie’s own spirit, and even before she started feeling bad, she knew there was something wrong with her body. And smiles made her feel a lot better. Inkie became weaker than her sisters, making his father mad about her “lack of true effort” and his mother worried. Pinkie helped her whenever she couldn’t move the heavier rocks and Blinkie, who had developed some skill at kitchen, baked her some food she called cupcakes (although her older pink sister insisted in calling them duper-mini-cakes-in-a-cup). “Thank you… And I’m sorry…” she said once, panting, at nightfall. “You don’t have to… to help me that much…I’ll get better soon and… and I’ll make you something nice…” She didn’t wake up the next morning. Clyde and Sue took her to Ponyvile Hospital as soon as they could. They didn’t actually understand what their daughter suffered; just that it was something in her blood. Inkie finally opened her eyes at late night. “You’re sick? Sick like Gummy?” Pinkie said, standing aside of her bed, the next day. There was a speck of sadness in her face, but she smiled anyway. “That means you’re gonna lose your teeth?!” “Of course not, Pinkie!” Blinkie answered, leaning over her gray sister and hugging her. “But she would look tooootally funny! Imagine her like that!” “S-stop, Pinkie! You’re scaring her!” But she was not scaring the pony. Inkie was, in fact, laughing. Her mane had become grayish and started falling apart; her face was paler, and she had rings under her eyes almost all day. But she could smile even wider. She could laugh at all those hilarious faces Pinkie did, imitating her pet Gummy, with no teeth. She could taste the sweetness of the pastries Blinkie baked, when she could smuggle them into the Hospital. She could sleep with a huge smile when Sue read her a bedtime story. She must smile, for all the tears her family shed. However, Pinkie was the only one who seemed had never cried, and her face shone with even more light than ever every time she went visiting her sister. “You don’t need to try that hard…” the younger one said once, when the pink pony was changing the flowers in the room for two pairs of giant bouquets with several balloons attached to each jar. “What? But the room looks a lot nicer with them!” Pinkie said, pointing the recently placed ornaments. “I didn’t mean th…” She coughed several times. Pinkie Pie approached, worried “I… I’m fine…” For a moment, they just stared into each other’s eyes. “It’s just… You don’t cry.” It felt like an hour, though it was just seconds. And horrible and stupid thought crossed Inkie’s mind. “What if she doesn’t really like me?” she imagined “That’s the reason she doesn’t cry, she’s happy because I’m sick and I… And I won’t be here soon.” She had heard the doctor speaking to her parents about her disease, her leusomething “Her condition has gone worse… She doesn’t have much time” he had said, making the ponies cry. “Well, duh! Of course I don’t cry!” Pinkie hugged her sister “If I cry you would be sad, wouldn’t you? So I try to make you happy!” The older one smiled broadly while playing with the younger one’s cheeks “Maybe you’ll want to stay a bit more if I make you laugh!” Inkie smiled. She smiled wider than ever, although she cried a bit as well. “I-I-I’m sorry! I didn’t want to…!” “It’s ok, Pinkie.” She hugged her back “These are tears of happiness! You’re doing a great job!” In a merciful world, that hug would have lasted a whole day. “I… I really really don’t want to go.” Inkie’s voice broke and her smile bended. Melancholy filled the room. “Oh, I know!” the pink pony stepped away from her little sister. “I’m gonna throw a party! Right here! The bestest party eveeer!” she raised her legs up to the ceiling, imagining all that she could do to make that hospital room look partier. “Pinkie… the nurses won’t let you…” “Well, I won’t let them not letting me have a party” She said. Inkie wished she couldn’t stop smiling. In a merciful world, her cough would let her do that. In a perfect world she would regain strength just from the laughing and soon she would be dancing and singing, baking and eating with her sisters. “You… You’ll see! There will be so many balloons you would float among them! And there will be cake inside the balloons! And then… I’ll tie punch glasses to each balloon’s string so everypony would drink something with their cake! And…!” “Sis!” she stopped; her hooves mid-air and her lips just about to pronounce something else. Inkie thought a lot what she wanted to say. Tears slipped over her pale but blushed cheeks. That was the right spirit; that was the right thing she could do. Smile until the very end. Smile aside her sister, her Pinkie party sister. “Thank you for being Pinkie Pie for me.” “Hahah! Of course, silly Inkie Linkie! I’ll always be Pinkie Pie for you! You would never be sad with me!” “Heh… I surely won’t!” In a merciful world both sisters, along with their parents, would have walked out of the hospital next morning, laughing and being scolded by their father for not working hard enough. In a merciful world, maybe, the nurses would have allowed Pinkie to put all those balloons inside the room, and not just a quarter of them. In a merciful world, at least, Inkie Pie would have been alive when Pinkie arrived the next day. But she wasn’t. “Oh… Oh, dear, I’m so sorry…” Rariry said, wiping her tears with a very fine handkerchief. Somehow, they all felt stupid. Not even Rainbow Dash would have dared say something about a “dark past” anymore. “It’s ok, don’t worry.” Pinkie had smiled almost during the whole story, but the sadness in her eyes seemed like permanent. “It’s not ok, Pinkie” Twilight Sparkle said, leaning her head “We shouldn’t have been so meddlesome with your past… We are truly sorry for making you remember that…” “So... I was right!” Rainbow Dash stepped forward. She could barely make that triumphal grin she was planning to do with a loud I told you!. “Don’t be so rude Rainbow.” Applejack said, pocking her side with an elbow. However, the pink pony laughed loudly. Bewildered, everypony looked at her. Pinkie, as the wielder of the Element of Laughter, had the ability of laugh at everything, if that was an ability. But the ponies didn’t expect she could laugh at the memory of her dead sister. “Do-don’t worry, haha, I told you I’m ok” Pinkie said when she stopped laughing. “Why do you keep looking weird at me?” “Sorry, Pinkie, but… It’s weird laughing at a sad memory such as… a sister’s death.” Twilight said, turning her voice softer. If the one dead would have been Shining Armor, she would probably burst in tears every time she remembered. But the pink mare seemed immune to that kind of sadness; at first sight, at least. Everypony remembered Pinkie Pie’s next words because it was one of the few moments she had spoken seriously, as impossible as it sounds. The smile remained, but the tone of her short speech was not Pinkie. “She wanted to smile always; and I wanted to keep her smiling always too. There’s nothing wrong in smiling, even if you smile at somepony who’s not here anymore. She’s not a reason, Rainbow.” Pinkie looked at her “She’s a ‘Why not keep smiling?’ I don’t have to be sad for her. I rather be happy! That’s not a bad thing at all, is it?” They looked at each other, silently. They all grinned then, Rarity nodding. “Yes. You’re right, darling.” “Ah guess. And Rainbow, ya’ owe Pinkie an apology.” “Yeah… I’m… I’m sorry” She said slowly, scratching the back of her head. Right now she still thought she was right, but also that the idea was some kind of stupid “I shouldn’t have suspected those silly things about you…” “It’s ok, Rainbow! Look, everypony!” She quickly went to the kitchen and brought a tray with five cupcakes, each one decorated with each one of her friend’s colors and cutie mark icings “I made these to look like you!” For some reason, the blue pegasus was the only one who seemed to step back at the sight of the pastries. Author's Note Wait, what? Author notes? I haven't seen this XD Well, I finally finished my very first fic here -and my first pony fic ever-. Though it didn't end as well as I thought initially... I'll try harder next time ^w^ Thanks to Cascadejackal for helping me improve my writing and every one who read this -and specially if you commented-. Read ya' later and have a nice day ♥
