Pinkie Floyd: The Wall

Sue Floyd calmly rocked a young, innocent pink foal. Her tiny pink body squirmed and twisted, crying out for one reason or another. Sue assured the infant of safety, kissing it lovingly and keeping it wrapped safely in a warm blanket. The foal's big blue eyes looked up at it's mother, a gray mare with a stern but loving gaze. Little Pinkie Floyd began to calm down, her fussing slowly turning to a calm dream. Sue sang to her daughter lovingly.

"Momma loves her baby..." with a small bit of sadness, she added, "...and Daddy loves you too. And the sea may look warm to you, babe, and the sky may look blue...ooooh...babe...ooooh baby blue...ooooh babe..."

Dreams of calm piano and sweet synthesizers filled the young child's mind like sugarplums on a sweet Christmas Eve. Her mother's sweet song had soothed Pinkie's heart, and music would forever be important to her.

As Pinkie grew up she was taught a lot of very important life lessons. Her mother always kept very close care and watched Pinkie with the eyes of a hawk, but Pinkie Pie was still generally a peaceful, kind young foal. Unfortunately, the world was not so kind.

Pinkie wasn't the first to notice the tear-stained looks on everyone's faces. The War had saddened them all, and Pinkie wasn't even capable of comprehending how many lives had been taken away. Pinkie could hardly contemplate death at such a young age, how could she contemplate war? People were always cold and mean to her, despite her mother's careful protection.

Modern Equestrian life was a thing of it's own. The war between the griffons and ponies had left every city tattered and many great ponies had died. Explosives began to go off, and one of them killed Pinkie's daddy when she was only five months old. She never met her father, and was always envious of the other foals for having one.

People were always fearful of a home-front attack. More than anything, they were afraid of everything. Even each other. As Pinkie grew as a young infant, her world was already fearful and cold. Her big, sea-blue eyes took everything in. All the emotions she couldn't understand were already becoming bottled inside of a mind that couldn't yet speak. Her immature psyche was already being covered in a layer of thin ice, loosely protecting the frigid and scared person she would become. The baby was being introduced to the world.

One thing was certain, however. Pinkie loved her mother. Her strict, watchful, oppressive mother. The mother who rocked her to sleep nightly and sang her peaceful songs of times past.