-The Pinkie Theory
Three Months Later
Pinkie Pie could feel a warming beam glare upon her forearms. She turned over onto her side trying to avoid the light from piercing her eyelids. Stretching one arm over her face, and using her other arm to pull up her blanket, Pinkie was not ready to wake up. She had a rough sleep, and at the moment she wanted to make up for all that lost time.
However, her nose was cringed by the smell of freshly baked goods, and her ears were singed by the cries of Pound Cake, and Pumpkin Cake.
The pink pony softly grumbled, and buried her muzzle into her bed pillow. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not find her way to go back to sleep. With tired eyes opening, and weak forearms reaching forward, Pinkie finally found herself getting out of her lazy position.
This feels like deja vu... The pink pony thought to herself as she reached her front hoof forward, and scratched the back of her head softly.
She noticed her reflection on the mirror mounted on the wall across from her bed. Half of her mane was straightened. The other half was fluffed out. Pinkie reached her other hoof towards her mane, and stroked the flat side lightly. The silky smooth strings of hair softly brushed against her skin, and Pinkie had a strange jolting feeling within her chest.
She jumped up slightly at the sudden surge, and placed one hoof against her heart. The beat was normal. The rhythm was usual, and nothing seemed to be out of order. But what was that strange feeling? Pinkie had been feeling it a lot lately, and she had been trying to understand what it was, and why she was having it constantly, but she was unable to figure what was causing it, and due to this Pinkie ignored it as much as possible.
She wrinkled her nose from the same old sweet smell coming from the bakery down stairs. It was odd, but lately she hadn't been feeling in the mood for sweet treats like usual. She wasn't in the mood for smelling them either, but nevertheless she woke up to the same smell every morning, and not once had she complained to the Cake's.
How could she complain to them? It was their job to make delicious sweets for the ponies of Ponyville, and just because Pinkie didn't feel like smelling it didn't give her the right to demand them to stop. At least that is how she felt about it, and that is what she had to continue to mentally tell herself.
It had been months since she had eaten anything sweet. The most she would touch was a salad, and not a very big salad at that. It had been months since she laughed. It wasn't very often that Pinkie ceased to make laughter, but there was nothing that seemed to amuse her lately. Nothing seemed to make her feel humored in any way. It had been months since she spent time with her friends. Their lives were busy, and she knew that they all didn't have the time to go on picnics like they used to. They didn't have time to goof around like Pinkie did. Their spare time was short, and Pinkie's was an unlimited amount. However, she didn't feel the need to use her spare time. She didn't feel the need to go anywhere, or see anypony for that matter.
Pinkie had been spending the last three months, stored away in her bedroom. Nopony had bothered to mess with her except the Cake's. They had been knocking on her door at least once a day to make sure she was still there. To make sure she was still alive. All they needed was a simple knock back, and they were back downstairs, baking more treats. They had given up on trying to get her to leave. They weren't even sure why she wouldn't. But the most they could do now was leave a salad by the door, three times a day, and hope that Pinkie would eat it.
Pinkie wouldn't speak to them though. They would often say Hello if they passed the door, or sometimes they would even say Good night! before they went to bed. But Pinkie would never respond back. The most she would do would beat the wall slightly enough for them to know that she heard them. To let them know that she was alright.
Even though Pinkie's odd behavior had been stirring up drama all over Ponyville, she still didn't find the need to clear her name. It wasn't as if she were mad at anypony. She didn't hate anypony either. She wasn't even being lazy. She just couldn't put her hoof on it, but she just felt as if she were chronically depressed. She had no energy. No willpower. Nothing could urge her to leave her room, let alone clear her gossiped name.
None of that seemed to matter after all. She wasn't necessarily upset. She just didn't seem to care.
The pink pony traveled towards her mirror. She stared at her reflection for the longest time. Searching every small detail about herself. And slowly, ever so slowly did she reach her hoof out, and touch the glass.
Goosebumps rose on her forearms at the slightest touch of her reflection. Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't explain the feeling within her chest. She couldn't understand what it was. She couldn't remember anything! What happened before? What was missing? Something was missing, and she didn't know what!
"Do you think she will be okay, Doctor?" Twilight asked as she slowly looked down upon her unconscious friend.
"She is stable now, but I still am upset that you tied her up instead of taking her straight here. I do wonder though, why did you tie her up like that? Why didn't you just send her straight to me?" The brown stallion turned his eyes towards the five mares. His white button down coat rustled with his movement.
"We....well...." Twilight was searching for a way to put it. She wasn't really sure why they did it. They just did.
"We thought we could reason with her." Rainbow Dash spoke up after seeing Twilight's struggle to explain.
"Well....by these bruises around her arms, and legs it seems that she put up a hard resistance. And what about this carving in her stomach? Did you not see that as well?" The doctor lifted his eyebrow towards the ponies. He was obviously not trusting them all too well, and they could see it in his eyes that if they said the wrong thing, they may just as well get into some trouble.
"We did, but..." Twilight stopped again. She wasn't sure why they didn't do anything about that either. Why didn't they take her to the hospital right away? Why?
"She wouldn't let us. If we were to touch it she would have become hostile. She told us something pretty peculiar about it...." Rarity tried to help Twilight with her words as well. She struggled to make it sound as convincing as possible. She didn't want to be caught in a lie.
"And what would that be, Miss?" The stallion waited for an answer. Was he believing a word they were saying?
"She said...." Twilight once again struggled to speak. She just didn't have any answers. She didn't know why they did what they did.
"She said 'er lover put it there to show 'er that she loved 'er." The orange farm pony supported Twilight's incomplete sentence. Applejack slightly covered her sorrowful eyes with the tip of her hat. Rarity nudged her for comfort.
"Lover?" The doctor now seemed to be more interested in what they were saying. He leaned in closer with an odd look upon his face, waiting for more details.
"You see she...." Twilight lowered her head, and stopped herself.
"Pinkie thought there was another pony inside of her..." A timid Fluttershy peeped her head out from behind Rainbow Dash. She softly squeaked at the end of her words. She wasn't sure if she should have said that or not, but her friends didn't seem to try to correct her for wrongness.
"Pony inside her?" The doctor looked up from the mares, and rubbed his chin slightly. He looked thoughtfully down towards the sleeping pink mare, and then his eyes traveled back to the purple unicorn who spoke up, and this time actually completed herself with clarity.
"I have came to the conclusion that our dear friend has a Split Personality disorder. Doctor, she was speaking from two different point of views. With two different...well...personalities. It was as if there were two completely different ponies talking to us, and they were....in love. Pinkie thought she was getting married to another pony by the name of Pinkamena. Doctor.....That is Pinkie Pie's real name. Her birth name is Pinkamena. So why....why would Pinkie fall in love with herself?"
Twilight finally took a breath, and stared back at the doctor with wide purple eyes. Concern was flustered upon all of the mares faces, and they waited contently for an answer. They waited for the doctor to say something. They wanted a cure!
"Hm..." The doctor looked back down at Pinkie. He put one hoof upon her forehead, and narrowed his eyelids slightly.
"What is it?" Rainbow Dash moved closer revealing the timid yellow pony from her hiding spot.
"There is really nothing I can do." The doctor backed away from the bed which Pinkie lie, and the five mares eyes widened with horror.
"What do you mean?" They all said in unison.
"The only way to cure her from this is for her to forget that there ever was a Pinkamena. And according to the story you told me on your arrival, she had already agreed to forgetting about it, correct?" He leaned in for a response.
Twilight nodded her head first, and was then followed by the other four heads.
"Then there is nothing more I can do. She is to rest, and hopefully when she wakes up she won't remember anything. Just keep her away from seeing this scar." He directed a hoof towards the words carved into her stomach.
"How are we going to do that?" Rainbow Dash threw her forearms in the air with frustration. The brown stallion looked at her with uneasy eyes, and then turned away.
"Keep something covered over it. I don't know. You're to take care of her until she is completely healed. Do you understand?" The doctor directed his words towards all five mares. Slowly, but surely they all agreed.
Twilight stood up tall, and straight with utter confidence in herself, and her friends capabilities.
"Don't worry, we will."
A painful memory flashed before Pinkie. She curled to the ground while her head surged with pain. How did she remember that? Wasn't she asleep the whole time? When was that? What were they even talking about? What scar?
Pinkie looked down to herself. Her body had been dressed for three months with the same thing. She wasn't exactly sure how it got there, but she never really questioned it. She had thought maybe it was from Rarity, or somepony. She never took it off because she didn't have the energy to do so, but now that she thought about it, she had been feeling a rough feeling against her stomach.
She reached down to the shirt that was covering her front body. Energy, or not she lifted it off over her head. And to her surprise she saw a brown, and reddish scar on her stomach. It almost covered her whole underside. She brushed her hoof against it, but it didn't hurt. How long had this been there? What did it even say? How did it even get there?
Pinkie struggled to read it from upside down, but as she glanced in the mirror she now knew what it said.
Pinkamena Loves You.
Pinkie stared in utter shock. What was happening? Had this been here the whole time? All those months being stored away in her room, and she never bothered to take off that shirt, and look?
What is wrong with me? Why have I been acting this way? Why won't I leave? Why do I feel like this? What is missing?
Pinkie could feel another painful jolt through her head, and it dashed through her entire body. She was slowly losing her vision. She was slowly losing consciousness. Everything was starting to fade away. Everything was blurred.
Pinkamena....Pinkamena.....Pinkamena....Who are you Pinkamena?
I finally forced my way through. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that I finally did it. After all this time! She finally had a weak point, and I could finally take it to my advantage. She was beginning to remember me. She was starting to open her eyes once again. She was so close to realizing her past with me, and I couldn't have it.
I wasn't going to let her remember. I wasn't going to let her open up. I wasn't going to give her the chance to realize it again. I wasn't going to risk Pinkie's sanity again. I wasn't going to risk all those damned things to happen to her again. Not again! This time I was going to put a stop to it! This time I was going to do what needed to be done! This time I was taking Pinkie Pie away from this horrid place, with all of these horrid ponies. This time would be the last time we would have to suffer ever again.
I looked to the window in Pinkie's bedroom. A feeling deep within filled me up with courage. It made me remember that I was doing this for Pinkie. That together we would be happy. I was doing this for our love!
I moved closer to the window, and as I finally reached it I opened up the notch. A cool breeze blew in, and swayed through our mane. It felt so nice against our skin. And it felt so good to us. To us.
I took a deep breath, and before I could even stop myself...I jumped.
I leaped out of the second story window. It felt like a long fall. It felt like it was taking forever. It felt as if I would never reach the ground, but surely we did.
I could feel our neck crack as it made contact with the hard ground. I could feel our pain surging deep within our body. But I could also feel our heart stopping.
There our body lie. Our body.
I knew that soon somepony would find us. It wouldn't take long before somepony would walk by our body. And maybe just maybe they would know that it was both of ours. Both of ours.
Darkness is all I can see. I feel nothing but coldness down my spine, and every once, and a while I will have a sudden jolt inside my chest.
I finally understand what this feeling is. It's called love.
The End