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// Chapter 8 
// Story: On the Flipside 
// by MKIIPro121996 
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I was home. In my Little home.
It was all coming back to me..
How poor I was.
How worthless I was.
Pinkie ran back to my room, and set her Teddy on the shelf I had.
I went back and set my bags in the office, when I heard a huge crash coming from the Kitchen, and multiple footsteps.
I open the door to find Celestia, Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo, Applejack, Applebloom, Rarity, Sweetie Belle, Fluttershy, Twilight, and Spike.
All of them? In my Home?!
How is it possible?
Pinkie was fully grown, Yet she's only been here for 7 months..
Celestia greeted me, and Explained what was going on.
"Ponyville isn't the Ponyville it used to be, Jacob.."
She knew my name.. I was amazed.
"What do you mean, Princess?" I asked.
She touched her horn to my head, and a vision appeared. It was Ponyville. In shreds.
"Since Pinkie isn't in Ponyville, no one is happy. She's the foundation of the Happiness in all of Equestria, and surely in Ponyville."
The town looked dull, and not so very colourful.
Everything came back to me.
The dream, It was all true.
"And since Pinkie has been gone, We've had nowhere to look to for help. Everypony is suffering from the loss." Said Twilight.
Applejack continued; "Y' know, Pinkie can't stay here for very long, If she don't come back, what are we going to do?"
I could only agree with her, I was suffering before I found her, and she's brought a lot of joy and caring into my life.
I said "Hang on, I'll go get her.." and Walked out of the kitchen hanging my head.
I walked back into my room, where Pinkie was.
I picked her up, and took her into the kitchen.
Everypony's face lit up as soon as they saw her cotton candy like mane, especially Fluttershy's face.
"I know it's going to be hard to do this, but we have to bring Pinkie back to Ponyville." Said Rarity.
Spike continued. "If you'd like.. Pinkie can write to you here, back in Wichita. I'll even send them."
"But how am I supposed to Write back?" I asked Spike.
"Your Thoughts." He said.
My thoughts? I was so confused and dumbfounded at the idea.
Celestia said "We know that you've raised Pinkie well, and that she's only been here for a short amount of time, but back in Ponyville, her absence has lasted over 15 years."
15 years?! I haven't even had her for a year yet.
"Twilight, It's time." she continued.
"Celestia, wait.." I said, Nearly crying.
"I have something I need to explain to everypony.."
She nodded.
I started..
"Pinkie has been the best pony to come into my life. She brought joy to me when I needed it the most, and cared for me when I was down. I can see
why everypony here needs her back in Ponyville, as well as everypony all over Equestria. You couldn't ask for a happier, more generous pony for
someone to raise, and care for."
Celestia Interrupted me.
"Jacob, we all here know your pain. You will have memories of Pinkie, as she will always have memories of you."
Twilight's horn began to glow again.
Pinkie looked up at me with her bright, cyan eyes and said " I love you, Daddy.."
I lost it. I was on my knees, with my head down crying.
I looked up at her with tears running down my face, and said "I love you too, Pinkie.. and I always will.."
There was a bright flash, and all of the ponies who were once standing in my Kitchen in my small home were gone.
I looked down at my knees, and there was a scrapbook with a note on top of it.

I opened the note, and read it.

"Daddy..
For 7 months and 9 days, you raised me out of your own home.
Your mother passed away, and I was there for you when no one else could be.
If you wouldn't have found me down on the river, I wouldn't be alive, and neither would you.
I put some joy into your life, and I will never forget that.
Everypony back here in Equestria knows you for keeping me alive,
and everyone knows me in Wichita for keeping you alive.
I'll never forget what you did with me, 
you gave me a place to live,
food to eat, and took me to one of the best parties I've been to.
You, and Misha are two of the best people I know, and will never forget.

I'll always be your daughter, and you'll always be my father.
Here is a scrapbook with all of the good times we had together,
including when you found me.

I love you..
-Pinkie"

I slowly opened the book, and sure enough, there was little Pinkie, in the black, tattered blanket I found her in.
And on the last page, was a sliver of that blanket, and the golden ticket that she had, and the one I had that I was sure I threw away.

And here I was again, all alone in my own little home.
Pinkie's Teddy was sitting on my shelf, still, even after I gave it to her to take.
Pinkie will be somepony I'll surely never forget.