Pinkie Pie gets diabetes?

Pinkie's eyes fluttered open. She yawned and rubbed her eyes with her hooves. After a few moments her eyes finally focused and what she saw in front of her was a clock. She pondered why there was a clock in front of her and read the time. It was almost fifteen minutes past midnight. Everything processed slowly in her mind before her eyes grew wide and she jumped out of the bed in panic, her feet met the floor with a loud thud which caused her to cringe. Everyone was asleep and she didn't want to wake up and think that somepony broke into the building.

Before leaving, Pinkie opened her closet and quickly grabbed and put on a thick brown trench coat. She crept slowly to her door. She held onto the doorknob, twisted it and pulled. A creak was emitted filling the second floor hallway. Why does everything have to be so loud at night? She is stunned and waits silently to see if anypony had heard. A minute passes and no one seems to have noticed. She slowly gets passed the door and closes it silently, no creak is heard this time. Now all she has to do is get downstairs. 'Should be easy enough. Hopefully', she thought to herself. As she passes by Poundcake's and Pumpkin Cake's room she hears the soft snoring and smiles at how cute they sound.

She rounded the corner and got to the staircase. Very slowly she took a step forward and touches the top of the staircase. Nothing. She exhales in relief and takes another slow step. Then another and another. She was almost halfway through when she finally found the nerve to take faster steps. After a few seconds she reached the final two steps but just as she was about to take another step she remembered that that part of the stairs was creaky and was going to be fixed soon. Taking a large step she had finally reached the end and stealth fully tiptoed (Tiphoofed?) to the front door. Slowly turning the knob, slipping out and closing the door without a sound.

"Phew".

As she begins to trot to her destination something pulled on her causing her to fall over. The jig was up, she had been caught. She turns her head back to see her captor. She had expected to see one of the Cakes but instead saw that her trench coat was caught in between the door. Blushing and smiling in embarrassment she tugs at the caught piece of clothing but it doesn't budge. Sighing, she carefully opens the door and the coat is let loose before she slowly closes the door again.

She heads towards the meeting place. There aren't many ponies around besides club ponies and ponies who are drunk off hard cider. As she walks she sees the Ponyville nightclub. She could hear the sound of loud thumping and see the bright colored lights flashing around the place. Looking through the doorway from where she stood she saw a certain white pony with who had a blue mane with light blue streaks wearing glasses with purple lenses spinning vinyls and moving her head to the beat . Outside of the club she saw a purple mare passed out lying against the wall of the club with a bottle of cider in hand.

Passing the nightclub she spots a the meeting place from thirty meters away, a dark alleyway between a candy store and a dental clinic. Ironic isn't it? Before she could move a step further she sees a dark figure move out of the alleyway and go the opposite way. Before the figure could leave, Pinkie speeds up her movement and dashes towards the leaving pony. As she nears her target she calls out to the pony.

"Hey wait! I'm here i'm here!"

The pony turns to face her and replies with a feminine voice.

"What took you so long? I waited twenty minutes before I finally got fed up and wanted to leave".

"Sorry. I was tired and took a nap", Pinkie smiled sheepishly.

Rolling her eyes though she could not be seen she stepped into the light of a nearby candle lamp. Revealing a mare who had a light blue coat wearing a black hood over a mane of two kinds of blue like toothpaste. She had eyes that matched the color of the dark blue in her mane. Over her back was a saddle with stuffed bags at the side blocking her cutie mark. It was Minuette. Or more commonly known as 'Colgate' to everyone who knew her because of the color of her hair, which as stated above, resembled that of toothpaste and also because of her profession.

"Whatever", she says with a shrug of her shoulders. "Do you have the bits for...", she pulls a brown paper bag from her saddle and shakes it.

Pinkie nods speedily and reaches into her puffy hair and pulls a small maroon colored cloth bag.

"Is this enough?", she asks.

Pinkie tosses the bag to Colgate. She pulls the golden tie around the bag, opening it and counts the bits.

"You're a little light".

Pinkie's face is filled with panic.

"However, you are my best customer. So I'll just set it aside".

Pinkie's face softens and grins lightly.

"Here", Colgate puts the bag on the ground and pushes it towards Pinkie. She excitedly picks up the bag and opens it to see her prize. It was all there.

"Thanks Colgate!"

"Anytime", she pauses before continuing. "Are you sure you should be taking all that? You know, with your condition?"

The pink pony frowns slightly.

"It's fine. I won't go crazy", again.

The toothpaste turns to leave but only before Pinkie calls to her.

"Remind me again, why do you do this?"

"It's business".

"Oh right".

They both turn the opposite direction and head their separate ways before it was Colgate who called to Pinkie this time.

"Uh Pinkie, did you happen to see Berry Punch on the way here?"

"Yeah she's at the club passed out on cider".

Colgate sighs before turning and mumbling something about why she was such good friends with that drunk mare and also wondering if she was alright. It did not matter to Pinkie as she had gotten what she had wanted. On the way back to her home she saw Colgate with a very drunk Berry Punch on her back probably on her way home too. When she reached her home, she quickly but stealthily slipped passed everyone's room with ease and got into her room without a sound unlike last time.

Sitting on her haunches she opens the bag and pulls out a plastic bag filled with a white powder. Smiling she opens the plastic bag and sticks her hoof in it. Her hoof was covered with the powder and she then stuffed her hoof into her mouth. Recovering her hoof from her mouth with a puck and licked her lips. Then she stuffed her whole snout into the bag and began to eat the powder with a fury. Bits of white powder poured onto her face and around the bed while she began giggling in hysterical fits.

It was a few minutes later before she was satisfied and fell asleep with the bag at her side.

Pinkie woke up to a shriek. Eyes burst open wide and turned violently to face whoever made the noise. It was Twilight.

"W-w-what?! Pinkie! Is that- is that what I think it is?!"

"What?", she looked around her with an eyebrow raised. Around her was white powder and the bags scattered around. Feeling something sticky on her snout she touches it with her hoof. Pinkie realized what Twilight thought was going on.

"It all makes sense", Pinkie heard Twilight say to herself, "The depression and the reason I saw you out last night was all because of... THIS!"

"B-because of what?", the pink mare asked still not sure.

"Drugs Pinkie!"

"Drugs?"

"Yes, drugs! Why didn't I think of this situation?!"

"Twilight it's not what you think!"

"Of course it is! Look around you!", Twilight dipped a hoof into a bit of the powder and showing it to Pinkie. "Look!"

"Twilight it's not drugs it's sugar"

"Sure very likely that you would go out at night in a trench coat to get SUGA-", she couldn't finish as Pinkie stuffed a hoof full of the powder into Twilight's mouth.

After a couple seconds of awkward silence Pinkie retracted her hoof.

"Okay I guess it is sugar", she said with a tint of of pink on her cheeks.