Life of Pieby HeartShieldFiMChaptersPrologueSmileCrayonsChaosIron Jaws (short)PrologueI was not the kind of girl who hated her life. No, not at all. I did pretty good at school, I had the average amount of friends and a nice boyfriend who loved ponies as much as I do. I had a house with my own bedroom, a bathroom with a tub ánd a shower, I had an awesome bunk bed and enough space to store my stuff. I never felt thát happy, but hey, at least I also never felt depressed. I guess I just felt like every other adolescent feels in puberty. It was a pretty O.K. time. One day, I remember very well (of course), I came home from school. I was exhausted, for I had made several tests that week and thank Celestia it was Friday! I dragged myself to the couch and just let myself fall down. Didn't care about my backpack, books, homework for the next Monday, nope. First I was gonna watch the new episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I hadn't watched it the day it came out, because of my busy schedule. Instead of watching my favourite show, I did homework. So, I thought I finally deserved some me-time. My laptop wouldn't load the video immediately (it's a nice old thing), so I decided to clean up my room first. When I got that out of the way, I would be a lot more relaxed. A note about my room: it. is. AWESOME. I am having the upper half of a bunk bed, completely built in by high library bookcases. They're filled with all kinds of books. I love reading. I have adventure books, but mostly books about languages and cooking. I have all sorts of dictionaries. Dutch to English, Dutch to Spanish, Dutch to German, French and Greek. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I am such a nerd/geek/Twilight Sparkle. That's only half true. I study languages because I want to travel all around the world when I'm grown up and a journalist. I love traveling. I've been to all the countries I own the dictionaries of, and also to some more. My best trip was to London, definitely. Thank Celestia I speak English too. Everyone was like "Woah, you're from another country? AWESOME." And I was like *roll my eyes and pretend I don't listen*. That kinda is because I hate my roots. I don't like the fact that the people from the Netherlands are so greedy and gloomy. They could learn a lot from the Mane Six. All right, I am totally getting off topic. I was talking about my strange experience that day. Have I told you about my giant Pinkie Pie-plushie? My crème de la crème from my pony collection. I collect mostly Pinkies, since she's sort of my favourite pony. I also have two Rarity's, one from a blind bag and the other one was given to me by my brother. He's no brony, but he doesn't really mind that I am. Well, I have a sort of life-sized Pinkie plushie in my bed. She's my pillow, my fave toy and my psychiatrist. Really, whenever I have problems I can tell them to Pinkie. So, I went into my bedroom and I almost immediately fell over. As I crawled up again, I looked at what tripped me. It was my wonderful Pinkie Pie, laying in the middle of my old worn carpet. I sighed. When did I dropped her here? I believe I left her this morning, nicely tucked in under the blankets, and waiting for me to get home again. And now she was on my carpet. I decided to leave the lights out - I didn't need 'em anyway -, and tried to grab Pinkie Pie. She screamed. Author's Note Woo, my epilogue! SmilePinkie Pie screamed. I screamed. She screamed louder and I let go of her forelegs, which I was holding because I thought she was just a buckin' plushie and I tried to throw her on my bunk bed again. But she wasn't just a plushie. The pink creature was bouncing and running around my way too small bedroom. I tried to calm her down by talking, trying to catch her, but she was just too fast for me to catch. 'Pinkie!' I tried several times, but it was like she simply didn't understand what I said. In the end, I decided to just block the door with myself and wait. It costed her about twenty minutes to completely exhaust herself. I was surprised, for the "real" Pinkie Pie seemed to have an endless amount of energy. I switched on the light and saw the pink, shivering creature trying to hide away behind her tail, looking up at me with big eyes filled with tears. I sat down on my knees. 'Pinkie,' I whispered. The creature didn't respond to her name, in fact, she didn't do anything besides shivering and silently crying. I reached out my hand, but she squeaked and covered her face with her pink and curly hair. 'Pinkieeeee,' I triend again, now really really softly. 'It's okay, I'm on your side...' Why didn't she talk to me? 'Do you... hear me?' I asked. Maybe she was deaf or so. If she would have traveled from Equestria to... here... by some teleportation thingy or so, she must have traveled by the speed of light. And by such a speed, your eardrums easily could tear. The pink pony didn't react. How could I know if she was deaf or not? I only knew one way, but that was cruel to do to somepony who was very scared and paranoid about the strange, monkey-like creature who was trying to approach and touch her. I decided to wait until she had calmed down a little bit. But how could you calm down a pony who was scared to death, crying like a newborn foal and hiding like Spike for the timberwolves? I looked at her again. What was Pinkie's fa- Well, why didn't I think of this before? I stood up and walked to my door. I looked behind me and said, 'Stay here. I'll be right back.' I left the door open and the lights on. I saw my cat walk into my room. I guess he maybe could make Pinkie a little more... relaxed. I don't know if it actually worked, but ten minutes later my cat walked out of the room again and I shoved the cupcakes into the oven. I decided to check up on the pony. I walked into my room and saw she was gone. I heard giggling coming out of my bed. I climbed up the stairs to find two little pink ponies, the one was stuffed and the other one real. 'I have cupcakes,' I said. The pink pony just stared at me, she looked puzzled. I think she couldn't decide wherether I was good or bad. And why didn't she talk to me?' 'Can you hear me?' I asked again, but she didn't reply. She just made a noise that sounded like a combination of laughing and the sound horses are supposed to make, though I neber heard it in the show. 'Come down, I wanna show you something,' I said. I jumped down the stairs and looked over the railing of my bed. I made a gesture with my head that she should follow me, and after a couple of attempts, lots of movements and tapping on the floor, she saw the light. Buuuuut. She didn't have hands or feet. How was she going to get down those stairs? I spread my arms. 'I'll help you,' I said. She tilted her head in a way that could only mean that she understood, but was unsure what to do. 'I can help you get down the stairs,' I said. 'Or you could stay there for ever.' She blinked. I looked behind me if I could find a chair or something, so she could jump down. I grabbed the wooden chair that was next to my desk, but when I turned back to my bed I saw the pony standing on the floor, with all four hooves. 'How did you...' I said, but then realized something. I laughed. 'Nevermind, you're Pinkie Pie. C'mon, I wanna shoooow you something!' After a while, I made it clear to Pinkie that she should come to the kitchen. We only have one floor to live on, and the kitchen is pretty much next to my bedroom. I pulled out a chair for the pony to stand on, so she could look on what was happening on the counter. It had taken me a while to get Pinkie Pie out of my room, so the cakes were done by then. I took them out of the oven and as soon as Pinkie saw them, she looked at me and smiled the biggest smile I have ever seen. I clapped my hands in excitement, knowing that I was gonna decorate cupcakes with the cake master of Equestria. I guess I didn't really... realize how odd it was that Pinkie ended up here. That was all to come, we just enjoyed baking cupcakes together then. 'Blue icing?' I asked, as I mixed the powdered sugar with exactly one teaspoon of lukewarm water. Pinkie looked at me - so she DID hear me! -, and squinted. 'Blue?' I asked again, but the pony shrugged. I pulled out the tin cookie jar in which my mother and I keep our bottles of icing, and emptied it on the table. I sorted them by colour. 'Pick one,' I said. 'Or more, if you like.' Pinkie squinted again, but then she saw the light and grabbed the blue bottle with her hoof... well, yes, she did. It was strange and idiotic to see, it was like her hoof was a hand to her. I didn't complain, it always came in handy to have a help with the kitchen. She grabbed my bowl of white icing and carefully dripped one drop in the sugar mix. She then stirred it and I saw the colour perfectly matched that of her eyes. Pinkie then proudly scooped the icing on the cupcakes and spread it... well, in a way only she could do it. 'Wauw,' I muttered. Pinkie looked up from her work and tilted her head. 'It looks amazing!' I said. Somehow, Pinkie didn't seem to understand me. She reacted on sounds, so she couldn't be deaf. Maybe she suffered from Amnesia? Nah, probably not. There was no chance that you know how to make icing, but do not remember how to speak. Then what was the problem? 'You like 'em?' I asked the pony. She looked up from her plate. After devouring four cupcakes (and still demanding more), she maybe could explain somehow what happened. But no, the pony shrugged again. I had a genius idea, if I can say so myself. For it was my boyfriend's favourite song from the show, I had learned how to play "Smile" on the piano. I sat down on the piano stool and saw that the pony had walked over to our nice black piano. She pulled herself on two legs and pressed some keys with her hooves. It didn't sound too bad, for somepony with hooves. I played the first four chords of the song and looked at Pinkie. She frowned and stared at my hands. 'Do you know this song?' I asked. She looked at me, but only let out a brief neigh. I continued playing. At the first chorus, she started singing along with me. Well, it again was more bright, twinkling neighing. I smiled. I finally found out what the problem was. Author's Note C'mon everypony, smile smile smile Fill my heart up with sunshine, sunshine All I really need's a smile smile smile From these happy friends o' MIIIIINE CrayonsGood my mother comes home late on Fridays. I wasn't sure how I had to explain her that I had found a My Little Pony in my bedroom, and that I'd take care of it as long as it was necessary. I actually was quite surprised that after making a mess while baking cupcakes, Pinkie Pie started cleaning up the kitchen herself. She used her mouth and hooves in a way it made my hands look unpractical. And in some sort of magic way, she knew where I stored all my things! She even sorted my bottles of food colouring. I had a lot of questions racing through my mind. How did Pinkie end up here, in a completely different dimension? And why? Did Celestia banish her, was it a lab accident caused my Twilight Sparkle or maybe it was Discord's fault? Was it necessary for her to get back to Equestria before the new episode aired, or did time work differently where she came from? I believe Pinkie saw I was worried, because she walked up to me with a small plate, offering me the last cupcake. I shook my head and said, 'Please, you should eat it.' A note: I already had eaten seven that day. I was stuffed and nauseous, and if I had eaten one more cupcake I probably had thrown up. I had to repeat it twice and had to point at the cupcake and then at Pinkie before she understood it and ate the thing in one bite. I wondered who translated the episodes. I had to find a way to communicate with the fluffy pony. Not only did I have to take care of her, I had to get her back where she belonged. Also, I had to know how she ended up here. If there were other ponies in my world. If so, I had to save 'em all. Not only this one. My phone rang. Well, it buzzed, since it was on Quiet Mode for when I was at school. I picked up and I found out it was my half-brother. 'Hey Juul! How're you doing?' I was happy he called me. He lives not so far away, only ten minutes if you can run really fast (Like me, or Rainbow Dash...). He's the kid of my father, but not my mum's son, so when my parents divorced my father took him, and my mother took me. It was horribly sad. 'Juul? Are you there?' 'Hey Lucas, I'm here. 'Sup?' 'Meh, I though I should call you again. It's quiet around here.' I smiled. My brother was so nice to me, I wondered how he could have spawned out of my plothole father and ever-on-her-period-stepmother. 'I'm glad you did. How are you doing?' 'Just fine, school sucked today.' Poor guy. 'What? Why?' 'Yeah, I was playing soccer with my friends and stuff, and those guys from the other school come steal our darn football.' 'Want me to steal it back for you?' I asked. Sometimes I really worried about the guy. He's like Fluttershy, but less... shy, I guess. He's Kindness himself. I almost heard him grinning at the other side of the line. 'It's fine, Juul,' he said. 'I'll get it back myself.' Ah, the boy was growing up so fast. There's only four years between Lucas and me, but somehow everyone treats him like a baby and me like an adult. Stupid. Lucas is mentally about twice my age, I guess. 'Hey, dad's coming home now, I guess we catch up later.' 'That's cool, Lucas,' I replied. 'Later!' I hung up the phone and saw the pony intensely staring at the device. That was quite obvious, knowing that she'd never seen such a thing before. She then looked back at me, and tilted her head. 'I really wanna know what happened to you,' I mumbled to her. She sighed, as if she knew I was thinking about Equestria. Of course she missed her friends, her natural surroundings, her home. I knew I had to make it as comfy as possible here, for as long as she had to stay. 'Pinkieeeee!' I shouted. The pony curiously looked around the corner of my bedroom and tilted her head again. I don't think she already knew then that we called her Pinkie Pie, she just reacted to the sound of my voice. I had rolled up my carpet - I didn't really need it anyway - and spread out a large sheet of paper on my floor. We still had a roll of that stuff from the renovation of our house, and I used it to draw on. 'Listen carefully,' I said. 'I'll ask you some questions, and you will draw out the answer.' Pinkie looked very puzzled. I grabbed a pink crayon and started drawing the outline of the pony. She curiously followed the movements of my hand, and when I was done, she looked for another crayon and drew her own hair. I coloured her eye with a bright blue "Crayola". Now I know why kids can't draw. These things are so horribly impossible to use! I pointed at the drawing of the pony and at Pinkie herself. 'Pinkie Pie,' I said. The pony shook her head and made that odd, bright sound again. I assumed that was the way she pronounced her name. I then drew myself (sort of, I'm horrible at drawing). I wrote my name underneath the picture and said, 'Julie.' Pinkie squinted. 'A-huuuuu...ah?' I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt to say my name. I was surprised she wasn't offeded, but hey, it was Pinkie Pie. 'Try again,' I said. 'Julie.' 'Uuuuuu...ah?' 'Nevermind. We need to get you talking now.' The next two hours, the pony and I were laying on my bedroom floor, drawing everything we could think of. When I thought she had found out why I let her draw things, I popped the question. Well, not that question, but you get it. 'How did you get here?' I asked. I drew her, together with Fluttershy and Angel because they were the easiest to draw with those annoying crayons. Then, I drew Pinkie and me, together, on the floor. Between those drawings I "crayoned" an arrow and a question mark. Pinkie looked at the paper, and scratched her chin. (I had never seen such a thing before. A pony. Scratching its chin. With its hoof.) She then shook her head and looked at me with an expression of "seriously, how old are you?" She got a blue crayon and scratched over my question mark. She then drew a question mark herself, but mirrored, and with two small waving lines at the end. 'Oh, of course... you write differently too,' I said. She rolled the crayon in my direction. I picked it up and practiced on the new question mark a couple of times. Pinkie looked at me with a look of pure pride. I grinned and somehow, I was proud of myself too. 'So,' I said, tapping on the paper. 'Gonna answer my question?' It looked like she somehow didn't understand. 'Gimme that box,' I said, and pointed at the crayons. I still had those from when I was a kid. I planned on giving them to my brother, but whatever, he was spoiled by my father already. Pinkie turned around and tossed me the box. I clapped my hoo-- hands in excitement, because she seemed to understand me. Of course, she hadn't, it was just the fact that I pointed at the crayons, but it was something to begin with. With a creamy yellow crayon I started drawing the outlines of Equestria's most famous princess (and no, Twilight was no princess back then), Celestia. I drew her, zapping Pinkie with a beam of yellow magic, and drew another arrow to my drawing of the pony and me. Pinkie looked at it, saw the light, but shook her head. Then I drew Twilight, with a glowing horn, beaming Pinkie in the same way Celestia did. The cotton candy pony giggled and shook her head, as if she wanted to say, "Of course Twi wouldn't do that!" 'Then you should do it yourself,' I said, and tossed her the box of crayons. She grabbed blue, yellow, red, pink, green, actually kinda a whole rainbow. Was it Rainbow Dash? She started scribbling, connecting lines and points. At first, I didn't see what she was up to. I almost fainted when I saw a deer antler, a goat leg and a snake tail appear. Chaos'Discord?' I asked in surprise. Of course it was Discord, since I had no reason to doubt Pinkie's drawing, but I still cried out his name because I was astonished. The pink pony kept staring at the drawing of the draconequus for a while. She then shook her head - which caused her fluffy mane to dance happily around her ears - and looked up at me. 'He... poofed you away?' I slowly asked. Pinkie Pie looked at me, confused and sad. I wish I knew a way to console the pony, a way that didn't need words or songs to cheer her up. So I tapped on the drawing again. It took a while, but finally I got some useful information out of the pony. Pinkie had approved that Discord was the reason she was here, and I had chalked it down in a notebook which happened to lie around my room. Yet I still had to discover more of her secrets, rather the answers than secrets actually. Why had Discord done this? I drew Discord too, this time a little bit bigger and surrounding Pinkie with a yellow beam of magic. Again I drew the question marks around the picture, to show the pony that I asked if this was what happened. Pinkie Pie grabbed some crayons and drew around my picture. I saw she and Discord were in the Canterlot Palace, they were accompanied by the Mane Six and Princess Luna. The ponies around Discord and Pinkie looked shocked, surprised, stunned. Especially Applejack, who wore no hat for some reason. Oh wait, Dash wore it. Why? Discord looked pretty evil and badass in my drawing, but Pinkie quickly lined through his face and drew another one next to the pic. It was Discord's, but he looked way too cute for him to be true. 'So... it wasn't exactly Discord's fault?' I asked. Pinkie didn't seem to hear me and continued drawing. It was like she wrote a story with those crayons. Oh wait, you call that a comic. She drew Twilight, with a levitating book. Twilight said something, but I couldn't read Pony so I assumed she was telling somepony about a new spell. I probably was right, because Pinkie then drew Discord, with giant ears. 'Who made his ears so big?' I asked. Pinkie grinned and drew arrows from the spell pointing in the direction of the draconequus' ears. She tried to tell me that Twilight explained a new spell to Discord, but it took a while for me to find out. 'Oh,' I said, when I had seen the light. 'Oh?' Pinkie replied, and tilted her head. I scratched my chin and then drew a random pony with a glowing light bulb above their head. The pony smiled, as if he/she got a really great idea. 'Oh,' I repeated, and tapped the drawing. 'Juuuuu...aaaaah?' The pony looked so funny trying to say my name. I mean, she said it with derp-crossed eyes and her tongue stuck out of her mouth. I think the vocal cords of My Little Ponies simply were different from ours, that's why they can't really speak English. 'Close,' I said. 'Now let's try your own name again.' I had drawn several ponies and objects on the large roll of paper, and now I was teaching Pinkie Pie how to pronounce the words. I tapped at a picture of her. 'Pinkie Pie,' I said. 'Winkie..?' I clapped my hands and grinned. 'Almost!' 'Winkie... Dinkie...' She looked puzzled and shook her head. 'No... Binkie?' 'Close enough,' I replied. 'You're doing very well!' I didn't remember learning her the word "no", though. How did she... As I was about to ask, a loud ring snapped me out of my thoughts. Pinkie Pie jumped up and growled. Her tail got thick, just as I had seen by my cat. She flattened her ears and grit her teeth. 'Hay, it's okay,' I tried. 'It's only the doorbell. You should stay here, Pinkie Pie. I'll be right back.' When I walked out the door, the pony tried to follow me. 'You shouldn't come out of my room,' I tried. If someone at the door would see that I was keeping a cotton candy pony as a "pet", what horrible things were gonna happen? Maybe they'd try to steal my pony. To sell her to the circus or... The bell rang again. 'Stay,' I said. When she tried to sneak out the door after me, I said, 'No.' Pinkie's face turned from excited to sad. I kneeled next to her. 'Pinkie, listen. If the people ringing the bell knows I am keeping you here, they could come in and hurt you. They could take you away from me and then you can be sure you'll never see your friends again.' Pinkie Pie still looked sad. Maybe I could calm her down if I gave her some candy. I mean, she used to work in the Sugarcube Corner after all. I opened a small drawer in my wardrobe. It was filled with all sorts of candy and chocolate I had collected over the years. 'Look, Pinkie,' I said. 'Jawbreakers!' The bell rang again. I gave Pinkie access to everything she could need, and... well, when I left the room I was sure I'd find my drawer empty by the time I got back. 'Juul? Are you home?' I quickly opened the door to find my boyfriend standing on the door mat. 'Uh... hey..?' I said. He immediately hugged me, crushing my ribs and squishing all the air out of my lungs. 'I thought you'd never open the door!' When he put me back on the ground, I grinned nervously. 'Heh, I was... busy... y'know how I am..?' 'Always wanna finish your stuff?' Thom tried. 'You know me better than anypo-- anyone!' I said, quasi-enthusiast. I don't know what gave it away, my fake smile, my trembling voice or just my appearance overall. Whatever it was, I was right. Thom knows me better than anypony. 'What's wrong?' he asked. I could try to shake my head and be like "nothing, why you ask?", but he'd see right through me, no doubt about it. I pulled him inside the hallway and closed the door with a bang. 'Can I trust you?' I whispered. Thom - clearly insulted that I doubt his trust - rolls his eyes. 'Julie. Stop acting so stupid. You know that you can trust me and that one time I said I--' I covered his mouth with my hand. 'Ssssh, I thought you promised me to never mention that again.' 'Fmm, whph ph bfff bwl?' The big deal? Oh well, there we go. 'Follow me to my bedroom,' I mumbled. I saw Thom smile a dirty smile, so I said, 'Be careful. Don't make any sudden moves or sounds, or you might scare--' '...you found another stray cat?' my boyfriend said, slightly annoyed. I couldn't answer to that question. Of course, it was true, every cat that walked by the house was immediately adopted by me. Same for birds, by the way. My mother wasn't really happy with my love for all the living creatures that appeared in my sight - except for most humans - but she kind of gave up on lecturing me. Yeah, I do know the dangers of unknown diseases that may be growing underneath those pidgeon wings, I know stray cats can have cat H.I.V. and of course I am aware of the fact that the most cats with no owner are straight up plotholes. Despite this knowledge, I simply can not give up my addiction to loving poor and lonely animals. And Thom is scared of them. 'If this is another scary giant bird or a wild dog, I'll never look at you again,' my boyfriend said. I laughed, despite I knew I had a problem called Pinkie Pie. 'Not funny!' Thom squeezed my hand. I slooooowly pushed against my door. 'Hello, Pinkie?' I whispered. 'Are you still here?' I heard something move in my bed. My cat's head popped over the side, followed by Pinkie's. 'Hey guys!' I said. Pinkie smiled and whinnied. 'Holy [APPLES!],' Thom blurted out. 'What the living [APPLES!] is this...' 'This,' I began. 'This is Pinkie Pie. World's happiest, shiniest, pinkiest---' Thom interrupted me. 'I know who Pinkie is,' he said. 'She's my favourite pony, like, ever, but... what...' '...is she doing in the house of your girlfriend?' Thom nodded in silence. 'Come down, Pinkie,' I said. She didn't understand my words, of course, but when I pointed at the floor she climbed down. I hadn't seen her climb in or out my bed yet, and I can tell you I was stunned. It was like her legs simply morphed to reach the steps and just... changed back as they touched the ground. To me, it looked a lot like an octopus. 'You saw that too?' Thom said. I could only nod in silence and Pinkie looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. 'It's okay,' I managed to say. 'It's... well, in my world, we're not really used to magical morphing. Also, I would like you to meet Thom.' My boyfriend sat down on his knees to meet the eyes of the pony. 'Hey there,' he said. 'How did you end up here?' Pinkie frowned, and then looked at me. 'Hm?' she asked. 'She doesn't understand human speech, as far as I discovered,' I explained. 'I communicate with her by drawing with crayons on old paper-hanging.' 'I see,' Thom replied. 'Who drew all this? Pinkie with her mouth or so?' He let out a brief laugh. 'Eh, no,' I muttered. 'That was me... Pinkie drew this quasirealistic Discord here.' Well, great. I always knew I was bad at drawing, I mean, I drew the cover art for this story myself, but now I hear from my very own boyfriend that a pretty pink pony with nothing but a mouth to hold these crayons, was actually better than me. Fan-bucking-tastic. It didn't take long for me to explain my mean boyfriend what has happened. I mean, I didn't know anything about Pinkie's appearance here so I was done in like five minutes. Thom's brain was still buffering by the time Pinkie sighed and laid her head down on my lap. I slowly stroked her sproingy mane and smiled. She was so terribly mind-boggingly cute, I didn't understand why Thom wasn't squeaking and grinning like an idiot. 'Why did she draw Discord?' said Thom, breaking the silence. Pinkie's ears moved at the sound of Discord's name. I said, 'She told me... no, she drew Discord poofing her to this place.' 'So it's his... fault?' my boyfriend replied. I had no idea. Both Thom and I adored the draconequus, in the show and the fanart, and I thimk we both couldn't believe Discord would do such a thing. I mean, he sort of was a plothole in the show, but mostly misunderstood. What fun is there in a world without chaos? 'Do you think he did this on purpose?' Thom continued when he saw I was lost in thought. I shook my head. 'Why would he?' I said. 'I mean, I heard spoilers... about Season Three. Fluttershy and Discord will become friends and hugs and love and pony cuddles, and maybe this isn't even true but I can't believe he is that bad.' 'What you just said there... simply doesn't make any sense,' my boyfriend said. I tilted my head. 'But Thom, what fun is there in making sense?' Author's Note Thom once told me something that made me question Celestia's truth and ideals. He said, "A world in harmony is not a place without chaos. It's a place where chaos and order complement each other." Think about this for a while. For the record, Thom is real. It's just not his real name. Iron Jaws (short)Six in the afternoon. Two more hours before my mum's coming home. Thom had left over half an hour ago, if he wouldn't be home by six his dad would disown him. So I just sat there again, on my carpet, back against the central heating. Close to my feet was a little pink pony, on her belly, with a crayon in her mouth. I hoped she wouldn't get sick, I mean, I could imagine swallowing Crayola wasn't really good for your health. 'You okay there, little one?' I asked. Pinkie looked up and dropped her crayon. She tilted her head. 'Nevermind, you can't understand me,' I then said. Although I should've gotten used to the lack of communication between me and the pony, it still frustrated me that I could not ask everything I wanted. I mean, c'mon, the next-to-main character from my most favourite show EVER (well, I really like Scrubs too...) is in my bedroom, and I can't even flood her with questions! How terrible is that!? I shook my head. This was not the moment to go all Rarity on myself, I should pay attention to the pony first. She'd traveled through the fourth wall, directly into my bedroom. She must have been traumatized... wouldn't you think? Pinkie Pie grinned and dropped the last jawbreaker in her wide-open mouth. She was probably very surprised that I looked at her like she came from the underworld, the moment she just chewed on it and swallowed it in seconds. 'You are not supposed to chew those,' I commented, and it seemed as if she understood me. She shook her head and made a chewing movement with her mouth. I smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. Pinkie suddenly looked puzzled, then it hit me. Of course, she'd never seen a thumbs-up before. Not in the way we humans use it. 'Ah, nevermind, pony,' I said. Poor thing, missing her friends and everything. Oh! Her friends! That reminded me of something. I bent over and drew Discord, well, something that had to look like him. In his magic, I drew the five other ponies from the main cast -- I forgot AJ's hat though. Again, I drew the odd question mark. It took Pinkie Pie quite a while to figure out that I tried to ask if her friends were poofed to this world, too. She then looked at me with those huge blue eyes and shrugged. 'You don't know?' I asked, but the pony had no idea what I tried to say. Author's Note Shooooort Paaaart But I had to do SOMETHING to get this thing alive again.
PrologueI was not the kind of girl who hated her life. No, not at all. I did pretty good at school, I had the average amount of friends and a nice boyfriend who loved ponies as much as I do. I had a house with my own bedroom, a bathroom with a tub ánd a shower, I had an awesome bunk bed and enough space to store my stuff. I never felt thát happy, but hey, at least I also never felt depressed. I guess I just felt like every other adolescent feels in puberty. It was a pretty O.K. time. One day, I remember very well (of course), I came home from school. I was exhausted, for I had made several tests that week and thank Celestia it was Friday! I dragged myself to the couch and just let myself fall down. Didn't care about my backpack, books, homework for the next Monday, nope. First I was gonna watch the new episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I hadn't watched it the day it came out, because of my busy schedule. Instead of watching my favourite show, I did homework. So, I thought I finally deserved some me-time. My laptop wouldn't load the video immediately (it's a nice old thing), so I decided to clean up my room first. When I got that out of the way, I would be a lot more relaxed. A note about my room: it. is. AWESOME. I am having the upper half of a bunk bed, completely built in by high library bookcases. They're filled with all kinds of books. I love reading. I have adventure books, but mostly books about languages and cooking. I have all sorts of dictionaries. Dutch to English, Dutch to Spanish, Dutch to German, French and Greek. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I am such a nerd/geek/Twilight Sparkle. That's only half true. I study languages because I want to travel all around the world when I'm grown up and a journalist. I love traveling. I've been to all the countries I own the dictionaries of, and also to some more. My best trip was to London, definitely. Thank Celestia I speak English too. Everyone was like "Woah, you're from another country? AWESOME." And I was like *roll my eyes and pretend I don't listen*. That kinda is because I hate my roots. I don't like the fact that the people from the Netherlands are so greedy and gloomy. They could learn a lot from the Mane Six. All right, I am totally getting off topic. I was talking about my strange experience that day. Have I told you about my giant Pinkie Pie-plushie? My crème de la crème from my pony collection. I collect mostly Pinkies, since she's sort of my favourite pony. I also have two Rarity's, one from a blind bag and the other one was given to me by my brother. He's no brony, but he doesn't really mind that I am. Well, I have a sort of life-sized Pinkie plushie in my bed. She's my pillow, my fave toy and my psychiatrist. Really, whenever I have problems I can tell them to Pinkie. So, I went into my bedroom and I almost immediately fell over. As I crawled up again, I looked at what tripped me. It was my wonderful Pinkie Pie, laying in the middle of my old worn carpet. I sighed. When did I dropped her here? I believe I left her this morning, nicely tucked in under the blankets, and waiting for me to get home again. And now she was on my carpet. I decided to leave the lights out - I didn't need 'em anyway -, and tried to grab Pinkie Pie. She screamed. Author's Note Woo, my epilogue!
SmilePinkie Pie screamed. I screamed. She screamed louder and I let go of her forelegs, which I was holding because I thought she was just a buckin' plushie and I tried to throw her on my bunk bed again. But she wasn't just a plushie. The pink creature was bouncing and running around my way too small bedroom. I tried to calm her down by talking, trying to catch her, but she was just too fast for me to catch. 'Pinkie!' I tried several times, but it was like she simply didn't understand what I said. In the end, I decided to just block the door with myself and wait. It costed her about twenty minutes to completely exhaust herself. I was surprised, for the "real" Pinkie Pie seemed to have an endless amount of energy. I switched on the light and saw the pink, shivering creature trying to hide away behind her tail, looking up at me with big eyes filled with tears. I sat down on my knees. 'Pinkie,' I whispered. The creature didn't respond to her name, in fact, she didn't do anything besides shivering and silently crying. I reached out my hand, but she squeaked and covered her face with her pink and curly hair. 'Pinkieeeee,' I triend again, now really really softly. 'It's okay, I'm on your side...' Why didn't she talk to me? 'Do you... hear me?' I asked. Maybe she was deaf or so. If she would have traveled from Equestria to... here... by some teleportation thingy or so, she must have traveled by the speed of light. And by such a speed, your eardrums easily could tear. The pink pony didn't react. How could I know if she was deaf or not? I only knew one way, but that was cruel to do to somepony who was very scared and paranoid about the strange, monkey-like creature who was trying to approach and touch her. I decided to wait until she had calmed down a little bit. But how could you calm down a pony who was scared to death, crying like a newborn foal and hiding like Spike for the timberwolves? I looked at her again. What was Pinkie's fa- Well, why didn't I think of this before? I stood up and walked to my door. I looked behind me and said, 'Stay here. I'll be right back.' I left the door open and the lights on. I saw my cat walk into my room. I guess he maybe could make Pinkie a little more... relaxed. I don't know if it actually worked, but ten minutes later my cat walked out of the room again and I shoved the cupcakes into the oven. I decided to check up on the pony. I walked into my room and saw she was gone. I heard giggling coming out of my bed. I climbed up the stairs to find two little pink ponies, the one was stuffed and the other one real. 'I have cupcakes,' I said. The pink pony just stared at me, she looked puzzled. I think she couldn't decide wherether I was good or bad. And why didn't she talk to me?' 'Can you hear me?' I asked again, but she didn't reply. She just made a noise that sounded like a combination of laughing and the sound horses are supposed to make, though I neber heard it in the show. 'Come down, I wanna show you something,' I said. I jumped down the stairs and looked over the railing of my bed. I made a gesture with my head that she should follow me, and after a couple of attempts, lots of movements and tapping on the floor, she saw the light. Buuuuut. She didn't have hands or feet. How was she going to get down those stairs? I spread my arms. 'I'll help you,' I said. She tilted her head in a way that could only mean that she understood, but was unsure what to do. 'I can help you get down the stairs,' I said. 'Or you could stay there for ever.' She blinked. I looked behind me if I could find a chair or something, so she could jump down. I grabbed the wooden chair that was next to my desk, but when I turned back to my bed I saw the pony standing on the floor, with all four hooves. 'How did you...' I said, but then realized something. I laughed. 'Nevermind, you're Pinkie Pie. C'mon, I wanna shoooow you something!' After a while, I made it clear to Pinkie that she should come to the kitchen. We only have one floor to live on, and the kitchen is pretty much next to my bedroom. I pulled out a chair for the pony to stand on, so she could look on what was happening on the counter. It had taken me a while to get Pinkie Pie out of my room, so the cakes were done by then. I took them out of the oven and as soon as Pinkie saw them, she looked at me and smiled the biggest smile I have ever seen. I clapped my hands in excitement, knowing that I was gonna decorate cupcakes with the cake master of Equestria. I guess I didn't really... realize how odd it was that Pinkie ended up here. That was all to come, we just enjoyed baking cupcakes together then. 'Blue icing?' I asked, as I mixed the powdered sugar with exactly one teaspoon of lukewarm water. Pinkie looked at me - so she DID hear me! -, and squinted. 'Blue?' I asked again, but the pony shrugged. I pulled out the tin cookie jar in which my mother and I keep our bottles of icing, and emptied it on the table. I sorted them by colour. 'Pick one,' I said. 'Or more, if you like.' Pinkie squinted again, but then she saw the light and grabbed the blue bottle with her hoof... well, yes, she did. It was strange and idiotic to see, it was like her hoof was a hand to her. I didn't complain, it always came in handy to have a help with the kitchen. She grabbed my bowl of white icing and carefully dripped one drop in the sugar mix. She then stirred it and I saw the colour perfectly matched that of her eyes. Pinkie then proudly scooped the icing on the cupcakes and spread it... well, in a way only she could do it. 'Wauw,' I muttered. Pinkie looked up from her work and tilted her head. 'It looks amazing!' I said. Somehow, Pinkie didn't seem to understand me. She reacted on sounds, so she couldn't be deaf. Maybe she suffered from Amnesia? Nah, probably not. There was no chance that you know how to make icing, but do not remember how to speak. Then what was the problem? 'You like 'em?' I asked the pony. She looked up from her plate. After devouring four cupcakes (and still demanding more), she maybe could explain somehow what happened. But no, the pony shrugged again. I had a genius idea, if I can say so myself. For it was my boyfriend's favourite song from the show, I had learned how to play "Smile" on the piano. I sat down on the piano stool and saw that the pony had walked over to our nice black piano. She pulled herself on two legs and pressed some keys with her hooves. It didn't sound too bad, for somepony with hooves. I played the first four chords of the song and looked at Pinkie. She frowned and stared at my hands. 'Do you know this song?' I asked. She looked at me, but only let out a brief neigh. I continued playing. At the first chorus, she started singing along with me. Well, it again was more bright, twinkling neighing. I smiled. I finally found out what the problem was. Author's Note C'mon everypony, smile smile smile Fill my heart up with sunshine, sunshine All I really need's a smile smile smile From these happy friends o' MIIIIINE
CrayonsGood my mother comes home late on Fridays. I wasn't sure how I had to explain her that I had found a My Little Pony in my bedroom, and that I'd take care of it as long as it was necessary. I actually was quite surprised that after making a mess while baking cupcakes, Pinkie Pie started cleaning up the kitchen herself. She used her mouth and hooves in a way it made my hands look unpractical. And in some sort of magic way, she knew where I stored all my things! She even sorted my bottles of food colouring. I had a lot of questions racing through my mind. How did Pinkie end up here, in a completely different dimension? And why? Did Celestia banish her, was it a lab accident caused my Twilight Sparkle or maybe it was Discord's fault? Was it necessary for her to get back to Equestria before the new episode aired, or did time work differently where she came from? I believe Pinkie saw I was worried, because she walked up to me with a small plate, offering me the last cupcake. I shook my head and said, 'Please, you should eat it.' A note: I already had eaten seven that day. I was stuffed and nauseous, and if I had eaten one more cupcake I probably had thrown up. I had to repeat it twice and had to point at the cupcake and then at Pinkie before she understood it and ate the thing in one bite. I wondered who translated the episodes. I had to find a way to communicate with the fluffy pony. Not only did I have to take care of her, I had to get her back where she belonged. Also, I had to know how she ended up here. If there were other ponies in my world. If so, I had to save 'em all. Not only this one. My phone rang. Well, it buzzed, since it was on Quiet Mode for when I was at school. I picked up and I found out it was my half-brother. 'Hey Juul! How're you doing?' I was happy he called me. He lives not so far away, only ten minutes if you can run really fast (Like me, or Rainbow Dash...). He's the kid of my father, but not my mum's son, so when my parents divorced my father took him, and my mother took me. It was horribly sad. 'Juul? Are you there?' 'Hey Lucas, I'm here. 'Sup?' 'Meh, I though I should call you again. It's quiet around here.' I smiled. My brother was so nice to me, I wondered how he could have spawned out of my plothole father and ever-on-her-period-stepmother. 'I'm glad you did. How are you doing?' 'Just fine, school sucked today.' Poor guy. 'What? Why?' 'Yeah, I was playing soccer with my friends and stuff, and those guys from the other school come steal our darn football.' 'Want me to steal it back for you?' I asked. Sometimes I really worried about the guy. He's like Fluttershy, but less... shy, I guess. He's Kindness himself. I almost heard him grinning at the other side of the line. 'It's fine, Juul,' he said. 'I'll get it back myself.' Ah, the boy was growing up so fast. There's only four years between Lucas and me, but somehow everyone treats him like a baby and me like an adult. Stupid. Lucas is mentally about twice my age, I guess. 'Hey, dad's coming home now, I guess we catch up later.' 'That's cool, Lucas,' I replied. 'Later!' I hung up the phone and saw the pony intensely staring at the device. That was quite obvious, knowing that she'd never seen such a thing before. She then looked back at me, and tilted her head. 'I really wanna know what happened to you,' I mumbled to her. She sighed, as if she knew I was thinking about Equestria. Of course she missed her friends, her natural surroundings, her home. I knew I had to make it as comfy as possible here, for as long as she had to stay. 'Pinkieeeee!' I shouted. The pony curiously looked around the corner of my bedroom and tilted her head again. I don't think she already knew then that we called her Pinkie Pie, she just reacted to the sound of my voice. I had rolled up my carpet - I didn't really need it anyway - and spread out a large sheet of paper on my floor. We still had a roll of that stuff from the renovation of our house, and I used it to draw on. 'Listen carefully,' I said. 'I'll ask you some questions, and you will draw out the answer.' Pinkie looked very puzzled. I grabbed a pink crayon and started drawing the outline of the pony. She curiously followed the movements of my hand, and when I was done, she looked for another crayon and drew her own hair. I coloured her eye with a bright blue "Crayola". Now I know why kids can't draw. These things are so horribly impossible to use! I pointed at the drawing of the pony and at Pinkie herself. 'Pinkie Pie,' I said. The pony shook her head and made that odd, bright sound again. I assumed that was the way she pronounced her name. I then drew myself (sort of, I'm horrible at drawing). I wrote my name underneath the picture and said, 'Julie.' Pinkie squinted. 'A-huuuuu...ah?' I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt to say my name. I was surprised she wasn't offeded, but hey, it was Pinkie Pie. 'Try again,' I said. 'Julie.' 'Uuuuuu...ah?' 'Nevermind. We need to get you talking now.' The next two hours, the pony and I were laying on my bedroom floor, drawing everything we could think of. When I thought she had found out why I let her draw things, I popped the question. Well, not that question, but you get it. 'How did you get here?' I asked. I drew her, together with Fluttershy and Angel because they were the easiest to draw with those annoying crayons. Then, I drew Pinkie and me, together, on the floor. Between those drawings I "crayoned" an arrow and a question mark. Pinkie looked at the paper, and scratched her chin. (I had never seen such a thing before. A pony. Scratching its chin. With its hoof.) She then shook her head and looked at me with an expression of "seriously, how old are you?" She got a blue crayon and scratched over my question mark. She then drew a question mark herself, but mirrored, and with two small waving lines at the end. 'Oh, of course... you write differently too,' I said. She rolled the crayon in my direction. I picked it up and practiced on the new question mark a couple of times. Pinkie looked at me with a look of pure pride. I grinned and somehow, I was proud of myself too. 'So,' I said, tapping on the paper. 'Gonna answer my question?' It looked like she somehow didn't understand. 'Gimme that box,' I said, and pointed at the crayons. I still had those from when I was a kid. I planned on giving them to my brother, but whatever, he was spoiled by my father already. Pinkie turned around and tossed me the box. I clapped my hoo-- hands in excitement, because she seemed to understand me. Of course, she hadn't, it was just the fact that I pointed at the crayons, but it was something to begin with. With a creamy yellow crayon I started drawing the outlines of Equestria's most famous princess (and no, Twilight was no princess back then), Celestia. I drew her, zapping Pinkie with a beam of yellow magic, and drew another arrow to my drawing of the pony and me. Pinkie looked at it, saw the light, but shook her head. Then I drew Twilight, with a glowing horn, beaming Pinkie in the same way Celestia did. The cotton candy pony giggled and shook her head, as if she wanted to say, "Of course Twi wouldn't do that!" 'Then you should do it yourself,' I said, and tossed her the box of crayons. She grabbed blue, yellow, red, pink, green, actually kinda a whole rainbow. Was it Rainbow Dash? She started scribbling, connecting lines and points. At first, I didn't see what she was up to. I almost fainted when I saw a deer antler, a goat leg and a snake tail appear.
Chaos'Discord?' I asked in surprise. Of course it was Discord, since I had no reason to doubt Pinkie's drawing, but I still cried out his name because I was astonished. The pink pony kept staring at the drawing of the draconequus for a while. She then shook her head - which caused her fluffy mane to dance happily around her ears - and looked up at me. 'He... poofed you away?' I slowly asked. Pinkie Pie looked at me, confused and sad. I wish I knew a way to console the pony, a way that didn't need words or songs to cheer her up. So I tapped on the drawing again. It took a while, but finally I got some useful information out of the pony. Pinkie had approved that Discord was the reason she was here, and I had chalked it down in a notebook which happened to lie around my room. Yet I still had to discover more of her secrets, rather the answers than secrets actually. Why had Discord done this? I drew Discord too, this time a little bit bigger and surrounding Pinkie with a yellow beam of magic. Again I drew the question marks around the picture, to show the pony that I asked if this was what happened. Pinkie Pie grabbed some crayons and drew around my picture. I saw she and Discord were in the Canterlot Palace, they were accompanied by the Mane Six and Princess Luna. The ponies around Discord and Pinkie looked shocked, surprised, stunned. Especially Applejack, who wore no hat for some reason. Oh wait, Dash wore it. Why? Discord looked pretty evil and badass in my drawing, but Pinkie quickly lined through his face and drew another one next to the pic. It was Discord's, but he looked way too cute for him to be true. 'So... it wasn't exactly Discord's fault?' I asked. Pinkie didn't seem to hear me and continued drawing. It was like she wrote a story with those crayons. Oh wait, you call that a comic. She drew Twilight, with a levitating book. Twilight said something, but I couldn't read Pony so I assumed she was telling somepony about a new spell. I probably was right, because Pinkie then drew Discord, with giant ears. 'Who made his ears so big?' I asked. Pinkie grinned and drew arrows from the spell pointing in the direction of the draconequus' ears. She tried to tell me that Twilight explained a new spell to Discord, but it took a while for me to find out. 'Oh,' I said, when I had seen the light. 'Oh?' Pinkie replied, and tilted her head. I scratched my chin and then drew a random pony with a glowing light bulb above their head. The pony smiled, as if he/she got a really great idea. 'Oh,' I repeated, and tapped the drawing. 'Juuuuu...aaaaah?' The pony looked so funny trying to say my name. I mean, she said it with derp-crossed eyes and her tongue stuck out of her mouth. I think the vocal cords of My Little Ponies simply were different from ours, that's why they can't really speak English. 'Close,' I said. 'Now let's try your own name again.' I had drawn several ponies and objects on the large roll of paper, and now I was teaching Pinkie Pie how to pronounce the words. I tapped at a picture of her. 'Pinkie Pie,' I said. 'Winkie..?' I clapped my hands and grinned. 'Almost!' 'Winkie... Dinkie...' She looked puzzled and shook her head. 'No... Binkie?' 'Close enough,' I replied. 'You're doing very well!' I didn't remember learning her the word "no", though. How did she... As I was about to ask, a loud ring snapped me out of my thoughts. Pinkie Pie jumped up and growled. Her tail got thick, just as I had seen by my cat. She flattened her ears and grit her teeth. 'Hay, it's okay,' I tried. 'It's only the doorbell. You should stay here, Pinkie Pie. I'll be right back.' When I walked out the door, the pony tried to follow me. 'You shouldn't come out of my room,' I tried. If someone at the door would see that I was keeping a cotton candy pony as a "pet", what horrible things were gonna happen? Maybe they'd try to steal my pony. To sell her to the circus or... The bell rang again. 'Stay,' I said. When she tried to sneak out the door after me, I said, 'No.' Pinkie's face turned from excited to sad. I kneeled next to her. 'Pinkie, listen. If the people ringing the bell knows I am keeping you here, they could come in and hurt you. They could take you away from me and then you can be sure you'll never see your friends again.' Pinkie Pie still looked sad. Maybe I could calm her down if I gave her some candy. I mean, she used to work in the Sugarcube Corner after all. I opened a small drawer in my wardrobe. It was filled with all sorts of candy and chocolate I had collected over the years. 'Look, Pinkie,' I said. 'Jawbreakers!' The bell rang again. I gave Pinkie access to everything she could need, and... well, when I left the room I was sure I'd find my drawer empty by the time I got back. 'Juul? Are you home?' I quickly opened the door to find my boyfriend standing on the door mat. 'Uh... hey..?' I said. He immediately hugged me, crushing my ribs and squishing all the air out of my lungs. 'I thought you'd never open the door!' When he put me back on the ground, I grinned nervously. 'Heh, I was... busy... y'know how I am..?' 'Always wanna finish your stuff?' Thom tried. 'You know me better than anypo-- anyone!' I said, quasi-enthusiast. I don't know what gave it away, my fake smile, my trembling voice or just my appearance overall. Whatever it was, I was right. Thom knows me better than anypony. 'What's wrong?' he asked. I could try to shake my head and be like "nothing, why you ask?", but he'd see right through me, no doubt about it. I pulled him inside the hallway and closed the door with a bang. 'Can I trust you?' I whispered. Thom - clearly insulted that I doubt his trust - rolls his eyes. 'Julie. Stop acting so stupid. You know that you can trust me and that one time I said I--' I covered his mouth with my hand. 'Ssssh, I thought you promised me to never mention that again.' 'Fmm, whph ph bfff bwl?' The big deal? Oh well, there we go. 'Follow me to my bedroom,' I mumbled. I saw Thom smile a dirty smile, so I said, 'Be careful. Don't make any sudden moves or sounds, or you might scare--' '...you found another stray cat?' my boyfriend said, slightly annoyed. I couldn't answer to that question. Of course, it was true, every cat that walked by the house was immediately adopted by me. Same for birds, by the way. My mother wasn't really happy with my love for all the living creatures that appeared in my sight - except for most humans - but she kind of gave up on lecturing me. Yeah, I do know the dangers of unknown diseases that may be growing underneath those pidgeon wings, I know stray cats can have cat H.I.V. and of course I am aware of the fact that the most cats with no owner are straight up plotholes. Despite this knowledge, I simply can not give up my addiction to loving poor and lonely animals. And Thom is scared of them. 'If this is another scary giant bird or a wild dog, I'll never look at you again,' my boyfriend said. I laughed, despite I knew I had a problem called Pinkie Pie. 'Not funny!' Thom squeezed my hand. I slooooowly pushed against my door. 'Hello, Pinkie?' I whispered. 'Are you still here?' I heard something move in my bed. My cat's head popped over the side, followed by Pinkie's. 'Hey guys!' I said. Pinkie smiled and whinnied. 'Holy [APPLES!],' Thom blurted out. 'What the living [APPLES!] is this...' 'This,' I began. 'This is Pinkie Pie. World's happiest, shiniest, pinkiest---' Thom interrupted me. 'I know who Pinkie is,' he said. 'She's my favourite pony, like, ever, but... what...' '...is she doing in the house of your girlfriend?' Thom nodded in silence. 'Come down, Pinkie,' I said. She didn't understand my words, of course, but when I pointed at the floor she climbed down. I hadn't seen her climb in or out my bed yet, and I can tell you I was stunned. It was like her legs simply morphed to reach the steps and just... changed back as they touched the ground. To me, it looked a lot like an octopus. 'You saw that too?' Thom said. I could only nod in silence and Pinkie looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. 'It's okay,' I managed to say. 'It's... well, in my world, we're not really used to magical morphing. Also, I would like you to meet Thom.' My boyfriend sat down on his knees to meet the eyes of the pony. 'Hey there,' he said. 'How did you end up here?' Pinkie frowned, and then looked at me. 'Hm?' she asked. 'She doesn't understand human speech, as far as I discovered,' I explained. 'I communicate with her by drawing with crayons on old paper-hanging.' 'I see,' Thom replied. 'Who drew all this? Pinkie with her mouth or so?' He let out a brief laugh. 'Eh, no,' I muttered. 'That was me... Pinkie drew this quasirealistic Discord here.' Well, great. I always knew I was bad at drawing, I mean, I drew the cover art for this story myself, but now I hear from my very own boyfriend that a pretty pink pony with nothing but a mouth to hold these crayons, was actually better than me. Fan-bucking-tastic. It didn't take long for me to explain my mean boyfriend what has happened. I mean, I didn't know anything about Pinkie's appearance here so I was done in like five minutes. Thom's brain was still buffering by the time Pinkie sighed and laid her head down on my lap. I slowly stroked her sproingy mane and smiled. She was so terribly mind-boggingly cute, I didn't understand why Thom wasn't squeaking and grinning like an idiot. 'Why did she draw Discord?' said Thom, breaking the silence. Pinkie's ears moved at the sound of Discord's name. I said, 'She told me... no, she drew Discord poofing her to this place.' 'So it's his... fault?' my boyfriend replied. I had no idea. Both Thom and I adored the draconequus, in the show and the fanart, and I thimk we both couldn't believe Discord would do such a thing. I mean, he sort of was a plothole in the show, but mostly misunderstood. What fun is there in a world without chaos? 'Do you think he did this on purpose?' Thom continued when he saw I was lost in thought. I shook my head. 'Why would he?' I said. 'I mean, I heard spoilers... about Season Three. Fluttershy and Discord will become friends and hugs and love and pony cuddles, and maybe this isn't even true but I can't believe he is that bad.' 'What you just said there... simply doesn't make any sense,' my boyfriend said. I tilted my head. 'But Thom, what fun is there in making sense?' Author's Note Thom once told me something that made me question Celestia's truth and ideals. He said, "A world in harmony is not a place without chaos. It's a place where chaos and order complement each other." Think about this for a while. For the record, Thom is real. It's just not his real name.
Iron Jaws (short)Six in the afternoon. Two more hours before my mum's coming home. Thom had left over half an hour ago, if he wouldn't be home by six his dad would disown him. So I just sat there again, on my carpet, back against the central heating. Close to my feet was a little pink pony, on her belly, with a crayon in her mouth. I hoped she wouldn't get sick, I mean, I could imagine swallowing Crayola wasn't really good for your health. 'You okay there, little one?' I asked. Pinkie looked up and dropped her crayon. She tilted her head. 'Nevermind, you can't understand me,' I then said. Although I should've gotten used to the lack of communication between me and the pony, it still frustrated me that I could not ask everything I wanted. I mean, c'mon, the next-to-main character from my most favourite show EVER (well, I really like Scrubs too...) is in my bedroom, and I can't even flood her with questions! How terrible is that!? I shook my head. This was not the moment to go all Rarity on myself, I should pay attention to the pony first. She'd traveled through the fourth wall, directly into my bedroom. She must have been traumatized... wouldn't you think? Pinkie Pie grinned and dropped the last jawbreaker in her wide-open mouth. She was probably very surprised that I looked at her like she came from the underworld, the moment she just chewed on it and swallowed it in seconds. 'You are not supposed to chew those,' I commented, and it seemed as if she understood me. She shook her head and made a chewing movement with her mouth. I smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. Pinkie suddenly looked puzzled, then it hit me. Of course, she'd never seen a thumbs-up before. Not in the way we humans use it. 'Ah, nevermind, pony,' I said. Poor thing, missing her friends and everything. Oh! Her friends! That reminded me of something. I bent over and drew Discord, well, something that had to look like him. In his magic, I drew the five other ponies from the main cast -- I forgot AJ's hat though. Again, I drew the odd question mark. It took Pinkie Pie quite a while to figure out that I tried to ask if her friends were poofed to this world, too. She then looked at me with those huge blue eyes and shrugged. 'You don't know?' I asked, but the pony had no idea what I tried to say. Author's Note Shooooort Paaaart But I had to do SOMETHING to get this thing alive again.
