Awake? (Lonely Inky)

Inky lay in her bed, and looked at the ceiling. She had been thinking about Silver all weekend.

Going exclusive?... Silver as my girlfriend?

Inky couldn't help but like the idea. She hadn't really notice it before, but looking back Silver always treated her nicer then her other fuck-buddies. If Inky wanted to hang out, Silver would always cancel her other plans.

But if she leaves me? If she's not... real.

Inky clutched her head. Silver was real. She was certain of that. She took her medication, and Smiles said she had made great progress.

Inky rolled out of bed, and wandered over to her laptop, to double check the bus-schedulel. She didn't like waiting for the bus, so she tried to time it so she had just enough time to get there.

She should talk with Smiles about all this today. She only mention Silver in passing during their sessions, but Inky suspected that Smiles already had guessed that she liked her. Smiles would likely say it would be a good idea to try and include Silver more in her life.

Inky absently opened her mail, while she was cheked the bus-listing.
Inky picked up her phone, and looked at it. Maybe she should just text Silver, before her session with Smiles. She could write that she wanted to come too the Combipony concert. They could even meet before. Maybe get some food. Inky started feeling warm and giddy with excitement.

Inky deleted all the spam, but stopped at the last unread mail. It was from fuchsia-cake@p-mail.equ.

Wasn't that... the costumer with all the photos?

Flick had stopped her, even before she got around to mailing the costumer. Apparently the credit-card bounced, so there was no need to fill the order. Maybe the customer wanted to complain, but why write to her private mail? How did the costumer even get it? She clicked open the email.

“Is the party over, sister dearest?”

Nothing else. A cold shiver ran its fingers up Inky's spine. Fuchsia was a pinkish color. Cake...

Pinkie Pie.

Inky backed away from her laptop, starring at the email. Fuchsia Cake. It was someone who pretended to be Pinkie Pie. It couldn't be the real Pinkie. She died over a year ago...

Inky remembered the day Blinkie called to give her the news. She was making a daffodils and dandelion sandwich. Inky didn't really eat that many flowers, but that day she'd had been hankering for at good flower sandwich. She had picked up the phone, without looking at the display. She was suprised to hear her sister's voice.

In a matter-of-fact way, Blinkie said that Pinkie had died in the asylum. She told her, that she had taken care of the formalities, sorting through Pinkies few belongings and arranged the funeral. She would be buried in two days.

The funeral had been weirdly surreal. It seemed more like a business transaction, then a goodbye. Inky was surprised how hard it was to feel anything. She had loved Pinkie, even though Blinkie said she was adopted. Now she was gone.
Inky got up, and found her backpack. Her bus was leaving soon.

Was someone playing a trick on her? Who knew her private email? Flick? Silver?

No. Why would they do something like this?

She didn't know anypony who would do that. She could feel her heart pounding faster

Keep calm.

Inky shouldered her bag and got out the door. She went one floor down and stopped. She looked at the apartment door where ThunderSmash had lived. She walked up to the door, grabbed the doorknob, and took a deep breath.

This is real. I'm not dreaming, and there is nopony living behind this door.

Her heart stung. Would it be that bad, if this was the dream? What if she woke up, next to ThunderSmash. Maybe this horrible year had be the nightmare, and now she was back.

She pulled. The door was locked. She let go of the handle. She turned around, and walked outside. The sky was gray and cold.

Up the street, Inky saw the bus coming, and started to run. Still stuck on the email, she couldn't think of anypony who would do such a thing. Her life consisted of visiting Smiles, working, staying in her apartment and hanging out with Silver.

Maybe somepony is playing a trick on me. But who?

She got on the bus and sat down.

Who knows my email? Thunder's cutiemark? My.... dream

Inky could feel her stomach clench.

ClearSmiles.

Inky stepped off the bus, and looked at the floor housing ClearSmiles office. Inky shook her head. She didn't know what to believe. ClearSmiles was trying to help her. She didn't believe it was her. Couldn't believe it was her. It made no sense.

Inky took out her phone, and check her mail again. It was still there. She called Smiles.

“Hello Inky.”

“H-hey. Flick is sick, and I have to come in and cover. Could we move my time?”

Inky could her a faint sigh. Smiles didn't believe her.

“Okay, but you know I have to bill you for this session.”

“I know.”

“Very well then. Two a clock, next Tuesday?”

“S-sounds good.”

“Okay then. See you Tuesday.”

“See you”

“Oh wait.”

Inky stiffened.

“Remember to bring in your old prescriptions next time, and we can swap to the new medication.”

“Okay.”

Inky started walking to the next bus stop, wracking her brain. It didn't make sense. Smiles was the only one who knew what Thunder's cutie mark looked like, but there was no reason she would do it.

Maybe I could track down the email? But how? Can regular ponies even do that?

Tracking emails seemed like an easy thing in movies, but it was probably very different in real life. Did she even know someone who was good with computers? She knew Flick was a fairly good programmer, but she couldn't ask him. Maybe Silver knew someone?

But I can't tell her why. I need to make an excuse. Maybe...

Inky got out her phone and started texting.

Inky stood with a knife in her hand and looked at the cutting board. The dinner was almost ready, and Silver would be here any minute. She bit her lip. Maybe it had been a bad idea inviting Silver over for dinner. Inky never cooked and Silver probably thought they where just going to bang. It felt like she was taking advantage of Silver, now that she wanted something from her.

Just go with it. If she wants to then fine. Nothing wrong with it.

But still, Inky didn't really feel like having sex. There was a knock on the door. Inky went into the hallway and let Silver in.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Silver gave Inky a long kiss on the mouth.

“Come on in.”

Silver went into the living room, and sat down at the table. Inky got the flower-salad from the kitchen and put the dish on the table.

“Mmm. Looks good.” Silver said.

“T-thanks. It's just a salad. I'm not the much of a cook.”

Silver grabbed her fork, scooped a large helping onto her plate, and began eating.

“Tastes good to.”

Inky blushed a little, as she sat down. They ate in silence a bit.

“So you really wanna come to the concert?”

“Y-yeah. I mean. I listen to them a bit, and it might be fun seeing them.”

“Great. Have you heard their last album?”

“No.”

“Well....

Silver kept talking about the band while they ate. Inky noticed that Silver ate rather fast. She probably wanted to get done quick so they could...

You need to ask her!

They clean the table, and sat down on Inky's bed. Silver started to rub her neck.

“Actually, there is something I wanted to talk to you about.”

Silver tensed, and her eyes opened wide with fear.

“I've been getting some weird emails.”

Silver relaxed and started rubbing again.

“I think there might be somepony stalking me. I'm not sure, but I want to trace the emails. Find out who is sending them.”

Silver stopped rubbing, but let her hoof rest on Inkys neck. She looking puzzled.

“Do you know the pony?”

“N-no. I mean, I don't think so. But I want to be sure, before involving the police.”

“Okay.” Silver wrinkled her brow a bit, looking confused.

“Do you know somepony who can track an email?”

“Hrmm." Silver sat for a moment, thinking, "I might... an old collage friend of mine was really into computers and shit. He might be able to help, but we haven’t talked in like... forever.”

“Could you maybe ask him to help me?”

“Well, I can try hitting him up, but I can't promise anything." Silver gave her a concerned look, "Are you sure you don't know the pony stalking you? Your not afraid?”

“No no. I don't think he or she is dangerous in that sense. I... just want to be sure.”

Silver started pulling Inky's head towards her mouth.

“Okay. I'll call MakeShift tomorrow. I do you a favor, you do me a favor.”

Inky closed her eyes, and let Silver pull her into a kiss.