Part IV

Little D was livid. No one has seen his eyes in years and what’s worse: he almost scared Rarity to death. He made his way down the streets and wound up in an empty park. He sat down on a bench and watched a large fountain spray out water into it’s basin. He was so mad that he didn’t notice someone approach him until he heard a loud gasp from behind.

“Oh my goodness! Are you new in town?” Little D jumped off of his seat and whirled around to see a girl with a great big mess of frizzy, pink hair. She wore a bright pink tank top, blue jeans, and pink sneakers. She was grinning like a madman and quickly let loose a burst of rapid fire questions.

“HiI’mPinkiePiewhat’syournamewhatsyourfavoritecolorcanyoureadthishowlongwillyoubeintown?”

“I, uh......what?” Little D forgot he was mad just long enough to try and pick through what the crazy pink girl had just said. “My uncle calls me-”

“‘My uncle calls me Little D, so no reason you can’t’” she laughed loudly. “Geez, do you ever get tired of saying that? You’ve been saying that since, like, the beginning of the story!” she beamed widely at him.

“I, uh.......what?!” his hands slowly went to his sides. “How do you know about my introduction?” he asked while restraining the urge to slap himself. What a dumb thing to ask flat out, but this chick was kinda’ creepy.

“Oh that?” she asked with a laugh. “I’ve been following you since you walked into town.” She began merrily skipping around Little D. “Y'see my Pinkie Senses were telling my that someone new was in town and I really, really, really, wanted to meet him myself, but I was waiting for the perfect time to say ‘Hi,’ so...” she stopped in front of him and started waving. “Hi.”

Little D was having trouble keeping his thoughts in line. He’s never met someone so happy and crazy, well, no one since Johnny B. He relaxed a little at the memory of his old friend and tried to talk to Pinkie.

“Listen, Pinkie Pie was it?” she nodded at him. “I don’t mean to sound rude, and it’s not that I don’t want to have a chat and answer your questions, but I need to get going to Sugarcube Corner and-” Pinkie Pie let out another loud, excited gasp.

“No WAY! Me too! Oh I know! I’ll take you there myself!” She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him back towards town, despite his many pleas and much resisting. A few minutes later they both stood outside a...

“...giant gingerbread house,” said Little D, dumbfounded. “And I thought that the library was impressive.” He went up to the side of the building and tapped it. “It looks so real. I thought it actually was made of sweets for a second there.” Pinkie Pie nodded back at him.

“Yeah I thought the same thing too when I first came here. I almost broke my teeth on the siding.” She pointed to a spot near where D was standing and he noticed deep bite marks in the wall. “I felt really silly afterwards,” she giggled. “But the real treats are inside, c’mon.” Pinkie lead D inside the bakery and the aroma of baked goods was almost overpowering.

“Man, that’s a strong smell,” said D with a laugh. “I haven’t smelled anything this good in years.” He grinned and walked towards the glass counter to look at all the treats. All sorts of cakes, pies, brownies, cookies, cupcakes and other confections were on display. “These look almost perfect to be real.”

“Oh, d’you wanna try something?” asked Pikie. She gabbed Little D and practically threw him into a booth near a window. “How about some cake?” she asked and tossed a slice of cake onto a plate and passed it to him. “Or maybe some pie? OH OH! Nobody could say ‘no’ to one of my specialty cupcakes.” She began tossing more and more plates to him until he was hidden behind a mountain of sweets. Little D waved a little white flag with a faint laugh.

“I surrender!” he cried. “Please have mercy on me! No more, please!” He pushed aside the food to look at Pinkie. “I can’t possibly eat all of this stuff,” he laughed.

“I know that silly, but you gotta eat something, it’s lunch time after all.” She climbed into the booth to sit across from him and began shoveling food into her mouth. Little D sat in horrid fascination as he watched Pinkie polish off plate after plate until a tall tower of empty dishes sat at her side. “Hey.!Why aren't you eating anything?” she asked through a mouthful of her dessert-lunch.

“I had a pretty big breakfast when I got into town,” D answered with a smile only earning a confused glance from Pinkie Pie.

“No you didn’t. I followed you around all morning and you didn’t stop for any food even though it was breakfast time,” she said. Little D waved a hand at her.

“Nah, I totally had breakfast this morning. Remember?” Pinkie was confused again.

“No. I’m pretty sure you di-” she stopped as something clicked inside her mind. She smiled at him widely. “No wait, that’s right. You did have breakfast. Silly me.” She looked back at the mountain of food, now only the size of an molehill. “Oh well, more for me then.” Little D watched as she scooped the rest of her food into her mouth, causing her cheeks to poof out like a squirrel's. She gulped it down loudly and patted her stomach in satisfaction. “Boy, every bite is better than the last,” she giggled. “So you said that you had a reason for coming here, but since it wasn’t eating super delicious sweets, what was it?”

“Well actually I-” she interrupted him with a wave of her hand and a playful smile.

“No wait! Lemmie guess.” She put a finger on her chin and thought for a minute. “Was it to buy a cake?” D smiled back at her.

“You just said you knew that I wasn’t here to eat,” he said with confusion.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t get a little snackie for later,” she explained. “Now where was I? Oh right, was it to buy a cookie?”

“No.”

“Was it to buy a brownie?”

“No.”

“Was it to buy a--” Little D held up his hand and Pinkie Pie stopped what she was about to say. He cleared his throat and smiled at her.

“I didn’t come here to buy sweets for myself. I came here to get two bags of sugar for Applejack. I assume you knew that she’d stop by today, correct?” Pinkie Pie tilted her head, like a dog trying to think.

“Well yeah, I mean she told me, but she didn’t say that she was planning on having someone sent over to pick them up for her.” D shook his head.

“She probably didn’t at first, it just kinda happened. I was just being a good person and decided to help out with her errands today.” He lifted up the sack that held the boots, the letter, and a few other things he picked up earlier that morning. “I just need to pick up the sugar and then I’ll have some time to kill before I have to head back to her booth at the market.” He put the sack back down and looked at her. “So you wouldn’t happen to have the bags around here, would you?”

“Yuppie deppie. I have ‘em right here.” She pulled two bags of sugar out from under the table and set them down with a thump on the table. “Are these the bags she wanted?”

“I guess so.” Little D shook his head again. “Where did you get those bags from? They certainly weren’t here a second ago.” Pinkie Pie grinned at him.

“That would be telling,” she winked playfully. D chuckled.

“Fair enough,” he said as he gathered up Applejack’s stuff. “We all have our secrets I suppose.” He popped his neck and headed for the door, but Pinkie Pie stopped him.

“Now wait just a minute mister.” He looked back at her. “You left a bakery without even buying any sweets, you didn’t even eat anything. Can I at least get you a little treat bag for later?” He smiled back at her.

“No. It’s quite alright. I don’t really eat sweets anyways.” Pinkie gasped in absolute horror and leaned away from him, her brain desperately trying to make sense of what she just heard. Little D smiled back at her. “Well it’s been a pleasure meeting you Pinkie.” She muttered something back to him, but he couldn’t understand what she said. “Well, bye, and thanks for the sugar.” He nodded to her and walked out the door.

She sat in that booth for another ten minutes, trying the best she could to pick apart what just happened. “How could someone not like sweets?” she asked herself. It just didn’t seem physically possible. She tried to reason with herself, trying to find if there was a reason for him to spout such blasphemy. “Well, maybe he said that because he wasn’t hungry just now. Maybe he’s on a diet, or maybe he’s allergic to something. Yeah thats probably it,” she sighed, glad that she figured out that mystery, but there was still another unresolved one. She was absolutely, 100% certain that Little D didn’t stop for breakfast. So why did he say that he did, and furthermore, why did she agree to seeing him at a restaurant this morning?

“Something weird is going on here Gummy,” said Pinkie as she reached under the table and pulled out her toothless pet alligator and looked into his eyes. “What do you make of things?” she put Gummy next to her ear. The alligator clamped down on her hair and blinked, one eye at a time. Pinkie’s eyes went wide. “No!” she yelled in horror. “That-that can’t be true. Sure he doesn’t like sweets but-” Gummy blinked again. “Oh I know, I know, you’re right. I could feel it too but I just can’t believe that-” she looked towards the stairs leading up to the second floor and thought of the twins, then she looked back towards the front door and thought of Little D.

She shuddered.

Author's Note

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