Pinkie Floyd: The Wall

Pinkie took one last sip of her water bottle, finishing it off, and threw it out. She was exhausted, but it had been a very rewarding night. Another concert, another city, and she had blown the minds of everyone in the crowd. She really connected with those ponies, they made her feel truly useful and important. The music had been so hot, Pinkie could practically feel the bottoms of her hooves burning.

She stepped outside for a moment, aiming to use the payphone nearby. She adjusted her hip glasses, and shook her hair to make sure it maintained the right volume. She reached for the phone eagerly, and stuffed the machine full of quarters. An operator soon picked up and Pinkie's call to Ponyville was soon on its way.

"Hello?" said a very feminine, soft voice. Pinkie was immediately surprised, and thought perhaps she had called the wrong number.

"This is a call from Mrs. Floyd in Canterlot, do you accept the charges?"

The phone line buzzed. The receiving line had hung up.

"That's strange. She just hung up. Are you sure this is your number?" the operator asked Pinkie, "14589932?"

"Yes," Pinkie said, her heart beginning to race.

The operator called once more, and soon the phone was picked up.

"Hello?" said the same pretty voice. Pinkie could hear heavy breathing down the phone line.

"This is Canterlot calling, are we reaching Mr. Floyd?"

The answering pony hung up immediately.

"He keeps hanging up," the operator cried, confused, "and it's a mare answering."

The phone line died, and Pinkie slowly crumpled to the ground, her back sliding against the wall. Fear seized her heart. She knew she shouldn't jump to conclusions, but it was obvious what Braeburn was doing. He was with another mare. Not only was he with another mare, but she had heard that mare's heavy breathing. They were in the middle of something...unspeakable. A little part of Pinkie cracked.

Pinkie Pie walked down the street, do a lot of serious thinking. What the hell was she going to do without Braeburn? She loved him, she loved him dearly. What was she going to fill the empty spaces where they used to talk?

Her stomach growled, the waves of hunger roared. Pinkie hadn't eaten in a day, and she didn't feel mentally hungry. Physically she was famished, but she couldn't bring herself to eat anything. She wasn't sure how she was going to complete a concert later that week, and she couldn't imagine herself looking out across the sea of faces in search for more applause.

Pinkie passed a music store, and thought perhaps she should buy a new guitar. She ultimately decided not to, since she already had many and wasn't interested in having any more. Passing a car lot, she considered buying a new car. She shook her head no, she couldn't take it with her on tour without much expense.

Pinkie Pie was practicing for the concert at 4 AM. She suddenly heard a subtle knock at her door, and she sluggishly inched towards it to open it. It was her tour manager, a mare named Twilight Sparkle. She looked distressed, but was in her finest business attire.

"I came to check up on you. I could hear your guitar from the next hotel room over!"

"Is that where you're staying?" Pinkie asked apathetically.

"Pinkie, do you want to get us kicked out of this hotel? Go to bed."

"You can't talk to me that way," Pinkie growled, looking Twilight in the eye and challenging her with a new body posture.

"I'm your tour manager," Twilight stated matter-of-factly, "now get your flank in bed."

"Make me!" Pinkie shouted, trying to start a fight. Twilight stared at her for a few moments, then rolled her eyes, and left. Pinkie felt victorious, and decided to celebrate by getting some sleep. She left the lights on, though.

"So Twilight, do you think we should do a tour of Eastern Equestria after this?" Pinkie asked at breakfast, taking a bite of her 3rd pancake.

"With...the bombs going off everywhere?" Twilight asked, shocked the Pinkie would even suggest something so insane. Eastern Equestria was warring with the griffons, you couldn't go near it.

"Maybe we could drop some too. Bury bones and break up homes and such. Then send flowers by the phone!" Pinkie hadn't had much sleep the night before, and was angrier than ever at Braeburn. Her violent tendencies were leaking out bit by bit, in a humorous way of course.

"What in Celestia's name are you talking about? Are you high?" Twilight asked, taking another sip of her orange juice. Pinkie just smiled. One of her band members, the current drummer, took a seat next to them. She was a quiet mare with a curly yellow mane and a hot pink coat.

"Hey, Cherry Berry..." Pinkie cooed, leaning back playfully in her chair. Cherry looked over, and cocked her head in a near-question. Pinkie Pie noticed on her lip a little pink sore, just barely oozing. Pinkie Pie leaned over quickly and gave Cherry a big kiss. She grinned widely, hoping to contract some sort of disease. She wanted to give Braeburn something special when she got home. Twilight Sparkle stared, without a word, then sighed.

"Hay bacon strip?" she asked, lifting up a plate with warm strips of hay-bacon. She had absolutely no idea what to say, so she figured she would feed Pinkie.

"Nah, I'm not eating meat anymore," Pinkie said, devouring another half of her pancake.

"It's not even...whatever. At least I'm getting paid for this," Twilight growled, and exchanged an exasperated look with Cherry Berry. There was something wrong with Pinkie.