Pinkie Floyd: The Wall

Little Pinkie ran farther and farther away from the deranged mare she would turn into, through the fields of her childhood. Those fields were Sweet Apple Acres, and she ran as she had once done. She could practically feel the bullets in her pocket. In fact, when she reached into it, she found them! But where were her old friends? Rarity, Applejack, and Braeburn were all missing!

Her hooves pounded into the soft dirt, producing tiny holes. It wasn't as fun without her friends by her side, but the shade of the orchard was pleasant and she was excited to see the railroad tracks once again. To the edge of the orchard she ran, but instead of railroad tracks she found trenches.

Muddy old remnants of an old war, the one that killed her father, remained here. She walked calmly and curiously through the trenches, seeing the earth all around here slowly crumbling. It was wet and impressionable. Her hoof left a tiny print. Rickety wooden fences held up the "walls". Looking down at her hooves she saw that the bottom of the trenches were covered in a layer of watery mud. Just a bit further ahead of her, she saw dead ponies lying in a heap. They were caked in mud.

Little Pinkie reached the pile and with her big blue eyes scanned it for her father. Nopony could be him, even though there were so, so many bodies.

Walking forward, she came across the body of a stallion who had a terribly bloody face. His brown uniform was ripped, and he gazed off into somewhere Pinkie wouldn't know until she was dead. She lifted up a piece of the brown fabric and gently fixed the wrinkles in his coat. He could now rest in complete peace.

Little Pinkie wandered on until she was back where she began. She saw the grown mare sitting in her chair and watching television. She had wild eyes, pin straight hair, and she grimaced as she stared blankly forward. Little Pinkie stopped for a moment and stared at the mare, trying to get her attention. She received none. Dejected, she found her way back to Sweet Apple Acres and towards the train tracks. This time they were there, and there was also a station to greet her.

She found herself beginning to fight crowds of cheering ponies as she made her way towards the tracks. A train, blowing huge towers of smoke into the air, stopped at the station promptly. The ponies seemed so happy. Overcome with nostalgia, Little Pinkie began to ask them if they too remembered something she could not let go.

It was an old war singer named Vera Lynn. Pinkie had listened to her so much as a child, and her mother was completely obsessed. Could these ponies possibly relate?

"Does anypony here remember Vera Lynn?" she called out, but no one answered her. "Remember how she said we would meet again some sunny day?"

Ponies bustled past her, and she realized that soldiers were coming home finally. Off the train they rushed, stallions in uniform! They embraced their foals and wives, a grand cheer filling the atmosphere. She wondered if anypony else in there felt she did... completely hopeless.