The Return of Dawn Breaker

Pinkie Pie, the most famous party  pony in Ponyville, continued hopping down the streets  of Buck Avenue, hoping the directions she received from Applejack were correct. Manehattan was a strange place to maneuver, especially if you were  pitit pink pony. The address read '784 Mane Street'. The saddle bag tied around her waste did slow her down slightly, but not enough to bother her.

"After all," she said, "this is a very special occasion."

about ten minutes later, Pinkie Pie had noticed the time on an overlooking street clock. Her happy-go-lucky attitude changed to that of an expression of anxiety.

"Oh no," Pinkie gasped, "it's 12:30 already!"

The pink party pony dashed down the street, avoiding bumping into unsuspecting citizens.

"I'm going to be late for Babs's birthday! I've never been late for a party before in my life!" Pinkie continued to dart around corners and dodge commoners. "Especially one of my own parties!"

She continued to sprint down the streets of Manehatten, with speeds that would even make Rainbow Dash proud. However, this was no time to worry about speed records. She had a party to get to! Pinkie darted and dashed down the streets of Manehatten until Mane Street was merely visible. She was almost there, and with ten minutes still to spare. She was only a few trots away from Babs Seeds home, when she crashed into somepony. Pinkie hit the ground, but instead of a thud, she let a little squeak. Her saddle bag had fallen off of her as well. Dozens of apple fritters spilled out of the bag and tattered the street with their golden-crisp texture. Pinkie rose from the ground and started to scoop the apple fritters back into her saddle bag.

"Oh no!" yelled Pinkie as she continued to return the delicious apple fritters back to their home. "Applejack had worked so hard on these too!"

" perhaps I could be of assistance?"

Pinkies ears shot up at the sound of that voice, because as of yesterday, the only person she has been talking to is herself. She turned her head to see where those words originated. Sure enough, it was the pony she had recently ran into.

"After all," he continued, "it is my fault that you spilled those delicous lookin pastry treats."

This pony seemed a little off, and when you can make even Pinkie Pie question your normality, you must be really strange. He was a tall stallion, but that was all Pinkie could make of him, for he wore a large brown cloak, with a hood that covered his head. His voice was very regal and loud, kind of like the Royal Canterlot voice.

Pinkie had finished scooping the last remaining apple fritters into her saddle bag. "No need," she said "I've already finished picking them all up, but thank you for asking, that was very kind of you."

Pinkie strapped the saddle bag onto her waist.

"Well, I am dreadfully sorry," the large stallion said " I am sure Applejack worked really hard on those."

Pinkie started to giggle. This ponies voice reminded her of Rarity if she were a colt. The thought of that made her burst into laughter.

"Was it something I said?" the stallion asked.

Pinkie snorted and chuckled, "no, it's just that your voice reminds me of a friend of mine." She said, wiping a tear off of her face.

"Oh," said the stallion, "well I guess I should take my leave then, It was a great plessure to meet you Pinkie Pie, proceed to your party."

"Okey-dokey-lokey!" said Pinkie as she proceeded towards Babs's house.

Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. "Wait just a cotten-picken minute," the pink pony said, "how did he know I was going to a party, and about Applejack?"

Her train of thought was lost, however, as she caught a glimpse of another street clock that read '12:50'. Pinkie gasped again, "I almost forgot! I have to hurry my flank over to Babs's house for her super special birthday party!"

Pinkie galloped down Mane Street towards the birthday girls house, all but forgetting about her strange incounter with that strange colt.

"Indeed Pinkie," said the stallion underneath his own breath, " for it shall be the last party you, or your pathetic friends will have!" He let out a sinister chuckle as he trotted down the street. " Next stop, Canterlot!" His sinister chuckle transformed into a demonic laugh.