Insanity

Pinkie Pie walked up to her boss, all smiles and confetti.

"Order 4932 is done, sir!" She shouted, presenting a cupcake with an oddly familiar design on it.

"Huh...If only I knew where my wife was," he muttered. "She'd like this cupcake. It has a certain...Flair to it."

Pinkie smiled. "Trust me, I put a lot of her into this!"

Mr. Cake smiled, and dismissed it as another one of her crazy sayings. He picked up the cupcake, and bit into it. "Wow," he said through his cake. "It tastes really good."

Pinkie Pie smiled. "Yep, I knew you would say that! I made it with that special part of her that you've always liked!"

Mr. Cake smiled, and the two laughed together. He never tagged any sinister meaning to her words, and never would. Unfortunately, when order 4933 rolled around; that would be his downfall.

"So," Mr. Cake began, "how do you do it? I mean, make the cupcakes taste so great?"

"Well," Pinkie smiled, "I have some secret ingredients, and I always love to put a bit of personality into my pastries. After all, I'm a pony pastry baker!"

Mr. Cake nodded. "Yes, you definitely are."

Pinkie nodded in return. She knew she was taking risks, using the terminology she applied to herself during her Baking. But that was the most exciting part, to her. The part where she could get caught.

And the part where she always continued to party, and to Bake.

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