Location unknown, Date unknown, (presumably 24 September, 1000 SR), After midnight
I stirred, waking up from my slumber though not opening my eyes. It was definitely too early for me to be up and about. The sun was still beneath the horizon, if the lack of sunshine trying to pierce my eyelids was anything to go by, and I definitely didn’t hear anypony moving about, so that must've meant that Twi was still asleep. If she was still in bed, so could I. With that decision in mind I turned to my side, grasping at my blanket and trying to cover my head with it.
My claw landed on something quite different from the fabric of my covers. With no small surprise I discovered that I grasped at something that could only be described as grass mixed with a multitude of conifer needles. But that didn’t make any sense, I was supposedly in our shared bedroom in Ponyville. I mean yeah, we were living in a tree and all, but it was a deciduous tree, not a conifer, and there definitely wasn’t any grass just growing on the floor. Hm… Come to think of it, my basket did seem to be incredibly uncomfortable right now for some reason.
My eyes shot open and I bolted right into a sitting position. Something was clearly not right, this wasn’t my basket and this wasn’t our bedroom in Ponyville. I looked around frantically, trying to make out anything in the darkness. That proved to be harder than I thought it would be. Normally I could see quite well in the darkness, at least better than earth ponies and unicorns (pegasi were another thing entirely, but that’s beside the point). Now however I had problems to see anything further away from me than a few hoofs. That should’ve made me think.
I wasn’t home. That thought struck me as first once I managed to get my eyes at least a bit used to the dark and take a look around. Gone was the familiar wooden floor, ceiling and the walls of my and Twilight’s tree-house. Gone was my basket and Twi’s bed. Gone was her nightstand and her bookshelves. All that surrounded me was grass, dirt, and large pine trees or some other kind of conifer, it was rather difficult pinpointing the species in the dark. I was in the middle of a weird, foreign forest, laying not so long ago on my back as if taking a nap and I didn’t have this slightest idea how I’ve even got here in the first place.
I racked my memories in search of any information about a pine forest near Ponyville. This search came out with a blank however; for all I knew, there were no forests of that type anywhere near where I lived. The only two memorable woods: Everfree Forest and White Tail Woods were for all I knew deciduous forests, mixed at most. All I could see however were pines, maybe some firs, no oaks or maples in sight. But that would mean that I wasn’t anywhere near Ponyville anymore.
For a few moments I wondered how exactly I ended up here, wherever here is. Did Twilight and I move somewhere and I just forgot? Nah, that couldn’t be it. Twi loved it in Ponyville and she wouldn’t abandon her friends just like that. Besides, that didn’t explain why I was in the middle of nowhere. A camping trip was also out of the question –I already knew that this kind of forest was nowhere near walking distance from Ponyville. So where was I?
I looked around once more, trying to pierce the darkness with my eyes. All I could see were shadowy shapes of trees, looming around me like still giants, unmoving, save for their branches that I could barely see. Trees and foliage I was sitting on, grass mixed with dead needles and broken off branches, all that looked quite menacing in the dark of the night, as if I ended up in a scene from one of those horror novels Twilight forebode me from reading (not that I listened to her of course… couldn’t sleep for days after that). Beginning to get spooked I decided that it would be a good idea to at least have some sort of light. Fortunately, I could do that with relative ease.
I took a deep breath and aimed my head at the air above me. Yes, I wanted to use my dragon breath to lighten up my surroundings, even if for a second or two. I needed to find something I could make a campfire out of, and in this darkness I could barely make out what was directly in front of me. So, as I already stated, I took a deep breath, aimed at the air above me and let out my emerald dragon fire.
Nothing came out.
“Huh?” Was all I was able to say to that. I looked confused, not getting why it didn’t work. Figuring that it must have been something in my throat I cleared it loudly and tried again. To my growing confusion, I was still unable to produce even the smallest of flames. I tried one more thing that came into my mind: I needed to belch. Yeah, disgusting, I know, but it worked all the time. So I swallowed as much air as I could and tried to produce a burp worthy of my fire.
Still nothing.
“Okay, what gives?!” I muttered angrily. This made no sense, I always breathed fire while belching. Always. Me not doing it was, well, nigh impossible. I couldn’t come up with any sort of explanation as to why it didn’t work. Maybe it was just a misfire, maybe it was a onetime deal. So I tried again. And again. And again.
After about ten tries I finally gave up. For some unexplained reason I couldn’t breathe fire anymore, I couldn’t do something, that was like my signature, something that distinguished me from others, made me unique (at least amongst ponies). But why? Why did this happen? Why couldn’t I do something that was second nature to me?
The sound of wind brought me out of my angry musings. Normally I wouldn’t pay that much attention to something as mundane as that, but I was in a situation that was far from normal. For starters, it reminded me that the bigger issue right now was the fact that I was in a completely foreign place, not why I couldn’t breathe fire. Then there was the fact that the wind made the branches of the surrounding trees creek ominously, sending a chill down my spine. And lastly –it made me realize something that I overlooked in my distressed state.
I was clothed.
Now normally as the Equestrian standards go I didn’t ware any clothes. I mean I didn’t need to, right? I was a dragon, and as such I could keep myself warm, so no need to wear anything. True, on occasions, especially when it was something big and important I did wear some formal attire, mostly because the customs at such gatherings required some form of clothing, but that wasn’t something I did every day. Now however for some odd reason I was apparently dressed in… something.
As I looked down at my clothes I quickly noticed, that it definitely wasn’t anything formal. For all I knew, the clothes I was wearing were made for everyday use. It was stitched and generally made in such a way that it looked like if I could work say at a farm in it and after a day’s work it would still be usable, if not dirty of course. Crafted from what appeared to be cloth, it was simple and lacked any significant ornaments or any other types of decoration. From what I was able to tell, the shirt I wore was some kind of light color (couldn’t pinpoint the exact color in the darkness), while my legs and waist was covered in… pants I believe they were called? It felt odd having something like that on me, especially considering it was the first time in my life that I actually wearing pants. Well… there was this one time Rarity dressed me in a rather ridiculously looking outfit during the whole mess with the thickets to the Grand Galloping Gala, but that doesn’t count, right?
My mind occupied by the fact I was clothed, I almost overlooked something that was ultimately an even greater shock than me wearing pants. In the darkness of the night I could barely make out my own features, the clothing I was wearing being the exception if only for their colors making them stand out from my surroundings. Still, I was able to notice that the dark pants I wore were significantly longer than my legs should be. Initially I thought that they were just too long and the excess of material just lied on the forest floor, my legs ending someway in the first one third of the trouser’s legs. After a few moments of looking at them however I noticed that this wasn’t the case. They were clearly not lying on the ground. In fact, they looked to be filled with what must have been my legs. But how?
Confused by what I saw I tried to move my legs and, as expected, my lower limbs complied without a moment of hesitation. Problem is, they did that in a way that clearly confirmed my suspicions. My legs grew. They were tree times longer than I remembered them to be. Not only that, my legs seemed to become more slender as opposed to my normally chubby ones. What was even more surprising was the fact that I managed to take a look at my feet for the first time.
I must have blanched at what I saw, I clearly felt the exodus of blood from my face. I was looking at my feet, my feet that definitely didn’t belong to me. My normally purple scales were replaced by what seemed to be white skin covered with something I could only describe as some kind of dark fur. What was even more surprising was that my feet, normally ended with three claws blunted down from all my walking, were replaced by not three but five small, clawless fingers. Blinking in surprise and fear, I tried to move them about, try to discern if those were actual fingers or just a figment of my messed up imagination. To my growing consternation, I could move those fingers with no problem.
I swallowed nervously and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Okay, so I apparently had some weird looking legs that were way longer than they were just a few hours ago. I could live with that I think. Still, how did that happen? Was I knocked out by some sort of Twi’s experimental spell that changed my legs? I kind of doubted that, she wouldn’t use me as a test subject, right? If so than why did I have suddenly such weird legs? Ugh… this was definitely starting to get weirder by the second.
Trying to figure out what exactly happened to me I began rubbing my chin with one of my claws. That is I would have done just that if not for the fact that I didn’t have any claws to begin with. Instead of sharp and hardened claws meeting equally hard and resilient scales of my chin there was a meeting of soft skin on equally soft skin. I froze the moment I felt that, and after several minutes of staring wide eyed into the darkness I looked at what happened with my claws.
I was greeted by a rather disturbing image. In place of my normally purple, four-fingered claw there was something else entirely. It was as my feet: white, equipped with five fingers lacking claws and clearly not covered with anything at least partially resembling hard scales. As with my legs I tried to move my fingers, and again I got a positive reaction from the five new ones I apparently had. More even, it appeared that I was able to move them as good as I could move my claws prior to the change; even the additional finger seemed to work properly. It was definitely weird however, I mean I suddenly woken up with an additional digit and for no apparent reason I could move it as well as I could move any other of my fingers.
With my new ‘claws’ summed up I moved to my face. I dreaded what I would discover there to be honest. It could be any number of things: from a melted visage to a weird caricature of a pony’s face. I could even have tentacles growing from my cheeks for all I knew. And the worst part of all this was that I needed to figure it all out without a mirror, using only my ‘claws’. I needed to feel my face in order to have at least a rough idea of how I looked. So, with trembling ‘claws’ I reached up to my face and began the survey of my own face.
The first thing I noticed was the distinct lack of a snout. This already took me by surprise to be honest –what kind of creature does not have a muzzle? It must've meant that my new face was surprisingly flat. But what with the nose and mouth? Well, the mouth was in the place it should be, although it certainly must've looked weird on a plane flat face. As for the nose: it was located a bit over my mouth, protruding from my face a bit, and it had its nostrils on its bottom, probably partially hidden from view. I also discerned that my new eyes were surprisingly small in comparison to my old ones, and that I finally had eyebrows worth mentioning. The fact that they were made out of soft hair was a minor inconvenience. Speaking of which, my face appeared also to be covered with skin and not scales, though it wasn’t that surprising in the end, especially considering the rest of my body apparently also was covered with it. Finally, I reached for my head, half expecting it to be bald or covered with a soft, short coat, maybe a short mane.
Well, to be honest, I think I was at least partially correct in guessing what was on my head. I apparently now had a sort of mane in place of my green scales, tough it wasn’t as short as I guess it was going to be. My new mane apparently was about half a hoof long, maybe a bit longer, and it seemed that it somehow reflected the way my spines normally formed on my head –it wasn’t the same spiky style of my spines, but close enough. The survey of my head also prompted two more discoveries: I apparently now had external ears (on the sides of my head, kind of like in the places my internal ears used to be; they were also slightly pointed, and I couldn’t move them like ponies could) as well as longer arms (if the fact that I could touch my elbows over my head was anything to go by). All in all, whatever I changed into, it must have looked really strange if not downright bizarre. Oh, I almost forgot: I apparently didn’t have a tail anymore. To be honest, I’m surprised I didn’t freak out more once I discovered that, but I guess that I was kind of prepared for that thanks to my previous discoveries.
Once done with the assessment of my new physical appearance I once more began staring into the darkness of the forest, trying to piece together what happened. I wake up in a wood I’ve never been to before, only to discover that I apparently wasn’t a dragon anymore; that I was changed into some kind of creature that I’ve never seen nor heard about before. I lost my thick scales and claws, not to mention my dragon breath, and all that was replaced by soft skin, longer limbs, clothes of some kind and additional fingers. A rather poor trade off in my opinion. But how I’ve even gotten here? What happened?
I racked my brain in search for an answer, and slowly I began to piece together what happened before I apparently fell asleep and landed here. There was something big, strange and luminous with wings in Ponyville that I noticed. The thing appeared to be able to use magic and after talking to Fluttershy we discerned that it was probably a carnivore. I tried to talk Twilight into helping me take care of it so that nopony got hurt, but she didn’t believe me. I tried to gather the girls, but either I couldn’t find them or they were in no shape to help me. Then there was something about a large bear… a really large bear, and something with stars and constellations… the Big Dipper… ah yes, an Ursa Major. Yes, it was rampaging in Ponyville and I finally made Twi do something about it. She cast some serious magic on it, can’t remember the details right now, but she managed to calm it down and transport out of Ponyville. And then something happened… something with her magic… there was lots of light… Twi looked scared out of her mind… we ran in to help her and…
I shot to my feet, my eyes wide. I remembered what happened; something with Twilight’s magic gone horribly wrong, she probably lost control of it and it must've been what transported me here and changed me into whatever I was now. Or maybe it wasn’t her fault? Maybe it was that glowing thing that decided to make short work of us and cast a spell on us that fed of Twi’s power, transporting us here? But if so, then where are the others? Maybe they’re somewhere near and I just haven’t noticed them? Or maybe they were teleported somewhere else entirely? For my sake, I hoped that it was the former. In either case however, I needed to find them, and fast.
I was about to start walking in a randomly picked direction when suddenly I heard something that made me freeze up momentarily. It was the sound of somepony or something walking on the forest floor, somewhere near me. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact location from where the sound was coming from, but what I could gather was that whatever it was, it was getting closer and closer.
Instinctively I took a step back. I was mildly surprised that I didn’t have much problems with doing that –without my tail I should have had problems with keeping my balance, but apparently this was not the case. I was however too preoccupied to concern myself with idle observations like that, there was something out there, trying to get to me, and I was more than certain that whatever it was, it could be potentially dangerous.
Looking around frantically in search of the creeping thing all I could see was shadows of the trees mixed with the darkness of the night. I barely managed to see the tree trunks, looming around and creaking ominously in the slight wind, yet I was sure that I wasn’t alone anymore. I felt it in my gut –there was something here, waiting for me to lower my guard and then pounce me. I wasn’t going to give it the satisfaction of giving up without a fight. Even if I didn’t have my scales, claws and fire, I still could do one thing that I excelled at: run away. I know, not the bravest thing to do, but when you’re less than four hoofs tall it’s the best course of action in most cases. Besides, with my newfound long legs I could probably run faster than ever before, that is if I could keep my balance. I hoped that it worked alright with forward movement as it did with backward.
I tensed after hearing yet another rustling sound, this one even closer. This time I was even able to pinpoint from where the noise was coming from. The thing was behind me, creeping in on me from the only direction that I had problems with keeping an eye on easily. I shiver ran down my spine. It was close enough that if it pounced on me, I wouldn’t be able to do anything about that. Swallowing a lump down my throat I shakily began to turn around, slowly as to not startle my stalker into attacking me, and against my better judgment I asked in a hoarse whisper:
“Is… Is somepony there?” ‘Great going you idiot.’ I scolded myself. ‘Now the thing knows you know it’s there.’ Yep, that was definitely a really stupid thing to do. Still, the thing didn’t attack me outright, so maybe –just maybe –it wasn’t hostile. At least I hoped so when I turned around completely.
I was met by two large blue eyes staring at me from less than three inches.
“AAAA…”
“AAAA…”
“…AAAA…”
“…AAAA…”
“…AAAA…”
“…AAAAHAHAHA…”
“…AAAA… huh?”
I managed to control my screaming once I noticed that not only the would-be attacker didn’t actually attack me, but was now lying on the ground, trashing around in fits of boisterous laughter. I stared at the creature that almost gave me a heart attack in confusion, watching as it was trying to catch its breath between fits of giggles and loud, mirth-filled snorts.
I don’t know why, but the creature seemed to look somewhat familiar. From what I could tell in the darkness, it had a built similar to my own (right now, not the original dragon-me): two legs, two arms ending with five clawless fingers each, and the general built like my own, accompanied by similar clothing. It also had a rather round-looking if not strangely large head with a flat face, a slightly protruding nose like my own, two large eyes, now squinted in laughter, a seriously too large mouth and most prominent at the moment –a puffy pink mane looking like if it was made out of cotton candy. Wait a moment…
“Pinkie Pie?” I asked uncertainly, looking dumbfounded on the creature on the ground. Once I said that, she (the laugh was definitely feminine, and now that I think of it, it did sound like Pinkie’s voice) looked at me with those large, blue eyes, and she blinked a few times in surprise. Only now did I notice the extremely long, I would even go as far as to say grotesquely long pink eyebrows.
“How do you know my name, weird, skinny, two-legged thingy?” She asked as she climbed up to her own two feet. If this really was Pinkie Pie, than how was she able to stand on two legs? No, scratch that. She’s Pinkie Pie, that’s why. Either way, this confirmed my earlier suspicions.
“It’s me Pinkie, Spike.” I answered. She walked a bit towards me, looking at me intently, only too snort in laughter and pet me on my head like if I was a dog.
“Oh, silly two-legged thingy. You’re not Spike. Spike’s a dragon, and you’re just a two-legged thingy, and besides –you’re too large to be Spike. You look a bit like him though, maybe you’re cosplaying? If so, than Nightmare Night is in two months silly, you dressed up way to early. And it’s a rather weak costume if you ask me, the guys from BronyCon have way better Spike costumes. Maybe you should ask one of them for advice? Or maybe I could talk to Rarity, she’s good with sowing up things, I’m sure she would be able to make you a great Spike costume.” …did she always talk so fast? And the hay is a BronyCon? I shook my head, trying to concentrate. At least now I was one hundred percent sure that this was really Pinkie Pie. She must've been transformed like me, tough why she too is a biped is beyond me.
“No Pinkie, it’s me, Spike. I’m really Spike, I’m just inside this strange body and…” I was interrupted by a long and dramatic gasp. Moments later I was laying on my back with a Pinkie pinning me to the ground, leaning over me and yelling frantically at my belly.
“Hang on in there Spike! I’m going to get you out of there, don’t worry!” To be honest, that alone got me to worry for my life. The way Pinkie looked at my belly and the way she was yelling, she must've believed that I was actually inside this body, physically like. There’s no telling what she would do to ‘get me out’.
I really need to watch what I say around Pinkie.
I tried to somehow get her off of me, trashing around and squirming, but her hold was a bit too much for me to break. Pinkie was frantically looking around, probably searching for something that would help her get me out. I just hoped she didn’t decide to go for slicing open my belly. That would definitely suck.
Fortunately for me, the normally pink mare decided to do something more bizarre and less lethal, at least theoretically. Not finding anything sharp enough to attempt to cut me open, she positioned herself on me in another way: she sat on my chest, making it hard for me to breath, and looked me in the eyes, an aggressive frown on her usually cheerful if not changed face.
“You two-legged meany pants! Let Spike go right this instant or I swear I’m gonna drag him out of there trough your mouth!” For emphasis she poked my throat rather hard, making me momentarily choke. After a brief moment of spluttering and wheezing I managed to take a breath deep enough to answer her:
“No, you don’t get it. I’m Spike, I just…”
“Whaddya mean ‘no’? Oh, you asked for it…” And with that she tried to actually grabbed me by my face, force open my mouth and tried to actually stick her whole arm down my gullet. Key word being tried.
I managed to prevent her from doing that by grabbing her with my ‘claws’ and flipped her to the side, knocking her off me in the process. Now having the possibility to catch my breath I scurried to my feet and looked at her form, comically sprawled on the ground, keeping an eye out for any sudden movements.
Pinkie from what I managed to guess in the dark appeared to be a bit confused by what just happened, but she was regaining her bearings quite quickly. She shook the shock off of her and she herself moved to her feet, keeping those unnervingly large blue eyes locked at me, a frustrated and quite angry glare sent my way. It was obvious that she was planning on attacking me again and finally ‘freeing me’ from my own stomach. I definitely needed to persuade her otherwise, less she turns me inside out.
“Listen Pinkie, just calm down and let me explain everything, okay?” I asked as nicely as I could, gesturing calmingly with my ‘claws’. It seemed to work, if only a little, because she didn’t bolt right at me the instant I said that. Encouraged by that little success I began explaining to her all that happened, trying to avoid any and all types of wording that could have double meanings or be understood literally, making for new misunderstandings. And I believe that I actually did pretty good in the end.
Pinkie stood the whole time in that ready stance, prepared to tackle me to the ground in a moment’s notice. Only her face, which appeared to be as expressive as her own pony one reflected what she actually heard from me. At first she looked like she wasn’t buying my explanations, but once I confirmed that I actually knew things that Spike should know (third person talk much), she began to look more and more calm, if not confused. And she still was in that ready stance, just so we’re clear on this. Once I got to the part with Twilight using her magic to subdue that Ursa and something happening to her which prompted us to try and help her she seemed to fully believe me, but still –she was ready to jump me at any second. Then I mentioned waking up in this forest and being changed into what I was at the moment, clearly stating that I wasn’t literally inside this body but just changed into this thing. Pinkie looked a bit sheepish at that at least, finally figuring out that she was going to do things to me that she definitely shouldn’t do, and summed up her behavior with a customary ‘oops, my bad’. Yet even after that she still was glued to the same spot, not moving a muscle, save for her face that is. It was starting to get creepy.
I was about to get to the part where she appeared in the exact moment I decided to look for the others when she finally moved. She changed her ready stance into a more thoughtful pose (still scary as hay, even if she looked distinctively different in her new body) and while scratching her chin she asked:
“So does that mean that I’m not a pony anymore?”
I paused at that. Did she really not notice that she was looking way differently than normally, not to mention that she was walking on two legs the whole time? I assumed that something like that would at least throw a pony for a loop, or in Pinkie’s case make her pause for a small bit and actually notice that something was different. She normally walked on four legs, suddenly be able to pull off a bipedal gait was surely something that wouldn’t go unnoticed. Or maybe I was just overthinking things? This was Pinkie Pie after all.
“No Pinkie, you’re not a pony anymore, at least you don’t look like one.” I finally answered. This prompted the normally pink mare to look at me with those unnervingly big blue eyes, blink a few times in bemusement and then touch her own face with what normally would be her hooves and check for herself.
Apparently she actually didn’t notice until I pointed it out.
“Ooo, neat.” She grinned, tough it looked like her head was about to split in half with that huge new mouth of hers. “But to be honest, I kinda saw this commin’. It’s like we’re in some sort of fan fiction and the writer didn’t know how to fit us in the plot with us being ponies so he changed us into this wired two-legged thingies so that we do fit in, but that’s lazy writing in my opinion, I mean duh –we’re ponies, and a sudden change into an entirely different species is like completely impossible, not to mention it’s so cliché and unoriginal, but I still like it, because usually I can do things more precisely with fingers than with hooves *gasp-for-air* not to mention I can now throw us a ‘First Time Changing Into Another Species Party’ party, and there’s going to be cake and punch and games and super-duper-exciting new music and we’re going to make new friends and go on adventures and collect loot and gain XP and level up and maybe I’ll finally find that +5 vorpal longsword I always wanted and if the server will let us we could even have a PvP battle and maybe Twilight will go all berserk screaming her name before an important raid and maybe she’ll even get Scootaloo.”
“…why did I have to run into her first?”
“You said something Spike?”
“Nothing! Just… wondering where the rest might've landed.” I lied quickly. Seriously, trying to keep up with Pinkie’s train of thought was like trying to keep up with Rainbow Dash in a hurry –not possible. Well, at least I managed to get one sensible answer out of all that: Pinkie indeed talked more quickly than before we landed here. Maybe whatever she changed into was prone to speaking in such a manner?
I was about to ponder the possibility of there being a creature that could be more confusing than Pinkie Pie when the mare in question once again invaded my personal space. She appeared out of nowhere in front of me, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets to meet mine, and she generally looked like if she wanted to say something she considered important. But did she really need get in my face to do that?
“What if the girls changed into some kind of freaky creatures and we won’t be able to figure out if that’s them or not?” She asked suddenly frantic, panic clearly heard in her voice. “What if they’re like bug-ponies with multiple eyes? Or arachnoponies living in deep, dark forests? Or…”
“Calm down Pinkie, I’m sure they didn’t turn into nothing so outlandish… well, more outlandish that what we turned into at least.” I said to her while grabbing her shoulders and shaking her a bit, trying to snap her out of that train of thought. To be quite honest however, I wasn’t so sure about what I just said myself. I mean Pinkie and I changed into whoever-knows-what, but we apparently still looked a bit like our former selves, at least when it came to our manes/spines and eyes, but what stood in the way of say Twilight changing into some kind of… I don’t know… annoying, sparkling vampony or something like that? Still, I needed to keep Pinkie as calm as possible, less she has a mental breakdown, so I gave her the most reassuring look I could muster (at least I think it was reassuring; with this new face I couldn’t be quite sure), trying to calm her down. It appeared to even work because she took a deep breath and appeared to be counting down from ten.
“Are you sure about that?” She asked pleadingly. I nodded in response.
“I’m positive.”
“But are you 100% sure?” She pressed on.
“Yes, I’m sure about that.”
“But are you super-duper-incredibly-absolutely-100%-positive-super sure?”
“…Yes?” My brain, it hurts!
“Okie-dokie-lokie!” She beamed at that, and moments later she was bouncing around me, tough now with only two legs she looked more like skipping. Then suddenly she stopped mid-skip, looking at me expectantly.
“So what do we do now?” She asked after a moment of staring at me.
“I dunno… Maybe we should try and look for Twilight and the rest, see if they’re okay?” I suggested, gesturing in the direction of the dark forest. I almost forgot how dark it was, having my attention constantly on the bright, pink-maned individual in front of me, and now reminded about the shadowy place I just suggested we should traverse I began having second thoughts.
“Good thinking Spike, we probably should look for them.” I was brought back to reality by Pinkie’s voice, as cheerful as ever. I looked in her direction and noticed, that she was skipping away from me and deeper into the forest in a randomly chosen direction.
“Pinkie, wait up!” I shouted after her when she was beginning to disappear behind one of the trees. Moments later she peeked at me from behind its trunk, a cheerful smile plastered on her face.
“Come on slowpoke, we need to find Dashie and the others!” She shouted like if I was at least on the other side of the forest. I think every last predator in the woods heard her, not that they didn’t hear our previous terrified/amused shrieks. Not that it mattered to her, Pinkie was as obvious to the dangers the forest might have presented as she was obvious to the rules of physics. So, with a sigh and a growing dread in my heart I followed after her into the dark of night.
I only hope that the others are okay.