Pinkie Floyd: The Wall

Pinkie Floyd grew up faster and faster, the years flying by. Fueled by both love and fear, the young mare became a cautious, but curious, little filly always on the look out for a new adventure.

But as little Pinkie grew up, she began to become more observant about her world. The things she discovered weren't always so nice, and it made her sad. Despite her generally cheerful, happy disposition, Pinkie was sometimes saddened by how hurt her little world could appear.

For example, her Daddy had flown across the ocean, leaving just a memory. At least, everyone else remembered him. Pinkie Pie didn't know a thing about her father and couldn't remember his face for the life of herself. Everyone said that he was a solemn, serious stallion with a heart of gold.

Sue Floyd told Pinkie that her father's name was Clyde, and that the family had hoped to have a big family on a little rock farm to call their own. Sadly, Clyde was taken away by the war and Sue couldn't have any more children. Pinkie noticed that her Mommy prayed a lot and wore black. Pinkie didn't much like gray or bleak colors, but her Mommy always seemed to wear them for some reason. Pinkie didn't really understand her mother, but she loved Mommy all the same.

Pinkie often wondered why her Daddy couldn't come home from the war. Didn't he want to meet his daughter? Pinkie Pie couldn't wait to meet him, at first, but eventually realized that he was probably gone forever. Despite how sad that made her feel, little Pinkie Floyd kept a smile on her tiny little face. She just wanted to make other foals happy.

Pinkie Pie didn't like feeling pain or thinking about emotional problems. Whenever her Daddy was brought into conversation she tried to avoid it, shoving the memory of her father far away. He hadn't left anything behind for little Pinkie. Even if her Daddy was alive, he was in a distant country and either missing or in pain.

He was just another brick in her wall.

Pinkie Pie didn't notice her little self already slipping into a sad state of separation from reality, but nobody else noticed either. Her coping mechanisms were just doing what they were supposed to do.

Looking at pictures of her Daddy, she could imagine him being a good soldier. And a good farmer. She liked to imagine that her Daddy would come home someday, just to give her a hug. In photographs she could see his hazel eyes, tawny coat, and gray mane. She couldn't feel his warmth, though.

"Mommy? Daddy doesn't look like me," Pinkie once said to her Mommy as they were walking to the playground.

"You have his personality and my blue eyes," Sue replied warmly, smiling weakly and giving her daughter a kiss on the cheek. As much as Sue's approval warmed Pinkie's heart, she just wasn't sure what to think.

"But Mummy, why is my coat pink? Why is my mane pink and curly?" Pinkie asked in frustration. Sue just smiled back in a caring manner.

"Pinkamena Floyd, you are a very special filly. I think that's just the way you're supposed to be. Now don't walk too close to the road, dear, you could trip and hurt yourself."

Pinkie sighed and walked a little closer to her Mommy. There wasn't much more she could ask, but they had reached the playground anyways.

"Now, I'm going to the shops, little Pinkie. I want you to go play with the other fillies and colts. Be careful about the slide, don't hurt your hooves when you land on the ground. Oh, and don't fall off the playset. And Pinkie, be careful with strangers. Strangers are bad people."

Pinkie nodded and toddled off to try and make some new friends. She hadn't even been aware that there were many other fillies her age living in the city. Pinkie looked around, feeling curious but also afraid. Her mother's warnings had been very frightening. She had just left Pinkie in a park of strangers. Strangers were bad people, but how else was she to play? The other fillies and colts, she suddenly noticed, had daddies with them. Where was her Daddy?

Pinkie noticed a spinning merry-go-round immediately and she bounded towards it, eager to spin around like the other giggling foals on-board. However, it was high off the ground and she wasn't sure how to hop on to it. Immediately, she heard a stallion speak and she jumped away timidly. A stranger.

She turned to look at the stallion, and he had a kind looking face with an empathetic smile. He also had a foal of his own standing next to him, so he couldn't be too dangerous. He was helping his own daughter aboard the merry-go-round, and Pinkie hoped he could help as well. She poked him gently, and he turned to look at her in surprise.

"Excuse me, could you help me on to the merry-go-round?" Pinkie asked, minding her manners just as Mommy would have hoped. The stallion looked confused.

"Where's your Mommy?"

"Gone to the shops," Pinkie explained, embarrassed.

"And your Daddy?" the stallion asked.

Pinkie was immediately saddened and looked to the ground in shame. The stallion kindly lifted her off the ground almost immediately and placed her on the merry-go-round. It was great fun! Pinkie's face was filled with joy and she laughed endlessly. Hopping off the merry-go-round in a dizzy frenzy, Pinkie toddled over to the curb and shook her head to try and erase the dizziness. She immediately noticed the stallion and his daughter walking towards the swings with an eager spring in their step. Pinkie immediately ran towards them and leaned on the safe stallion happily. He shook her off immediately, much to the little filly's suprise.

"No, you've got to go away," he said, walking a little faster.

Pinkie immediately caught up and leaned on him once more in desperation. He shook her off, frustrated.

"Go away, I'm not telling you again!"

Pinkie stood by herself, feeling alone in the world. She watched as the stallion pushed his daughter on the swing happily. Pinkie wanted to swing too, but had no one to push her. She quietly went and sat on her own swing, far away from the stallion, and awkwardly tried to swing herself. She watched as other fillies were swung by daddies and nearly cried from wanting one too. She was so envious, and the dark emotion made bright Pinkie feel incredibly uncomfortable.

She couldn't get the swing going herself, so she sat defeated and motionless instead. What else could she really do?