Madame Pinkie Pie's Mystical Memoirs
#1: Starting with Spike
Pinkie Pie sighed contently as she jammed her last stake into the ground. She gazed at her accomplishment; the tent was sturdy and secured; the inside was filled with old knickknacks and other dust-covered thingamajigs giving the tent a peculiar feeling; the barrels outside each had a candle on it even though it was day time to provide a faint lingering scent around the canvas shelter; Pinkie Pie even had a sign! Now maybe Pinkie found the sign in the Cake's basement from Nightmare Night, but it still had a crystal ball in the center of it which would suffice for Pinkie.
"Hey Pinkie Pie," Spike greeted, interrupting her basking in the tent's beauty.
"Hey Spike!" Pinkie Pie anxiously exclaimed.
"What are you so happy about Pinkie? Well, not that you're not happy all the time; you just seem more happy than usual."
"I'm starting my own business!"
"What!?" Spike's voice came out more concerned than delighted like Pinkie was hoping for. "You quit your job at Sugarcube Corner!?"
Pinkie laughed at the absurdity of Spike's question. "Of course not, silly. I would never do that. I'm just starting a little side business for fun!"
"Oh, that's a relief." Spike examined the tent, attempting to figure out its purpose. No luck. "Uh... What exactly is your new business Pinkie Pie?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm a fortune-teller, Spike!"
Spike looked curiously at his friend. "So you use your Pinkie senses to read ponies fortunes?"
"Nope. I wield the powers of the mystics and use my magical crystal ball to foresee what has not yet happened!" Pinkie Pie posed, standing on her hind hooves and pointing her front hooves towards the clouds as she stared to the heavens.
Spike stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating Pinkie's new career, then finally asked, "Would you be able to tell me my future?"
Pinkie broke from her statue-like position and put one hoof around Spike's shoulder. "Sure, no problem! Just come into my tent and--" Pinkie Pie cut her sentence short as she gasped in urgency. "Hold on Spike! Wait right here!" Pinkie dashed into her tent and went to where Spike could not see her.
After a minute, Spike saw one of Pinkie's hooves poke out of the tent and wave him inside as Pinkie chanted, "You may now come in to my tent of wonderment!"
Spike, a bit apprehensively, stepped into the tent, being hit with the smell of incense as he entered. He peered around eccentric tent, finding dream catchers hanging down, old stones strung together, and an odd urn that had crack in it. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it all.
"Welcome to the chamber of Madame Pinkie Pie!"
"Um.. Pinkie Pie, can you---"
"That's Madame Pinkie Pie to you!"
"Oh, sorry. Madame Pinkie Pie, can you tell me my future?"
Pinkie Pie began to swirl her hooves around the crystal ball that sat centered on the table. "For the answers you seek, let us consult the mystical orb of kismet's fortune."
Up until now, Spike had thought Pinkie Pie was just being her weird self, but while she shifted her hooves around the orb, a small cloud of fog inside the ball began to stir as well.
As Spike stared closely and intensely at the crystalline globe, Pinkie warned, "Do not try to see into the mystical orb, for only I can read its messages from when-has-not-yet-occurred."
Spike moved away from the sphere. "Do you see anything?"
"Ah indeed, I see something... The vision is coming into focus. I see... You Spike!"
"Can you see anything else? Perhaps a white unicorn with a beautiful purple mane?"
"Spike," Pinkie Pie whined at her customer. "You can't just ask me to see something. You need to just let the future energy flow!"
"Um... Okay. Sorry Pink-- Madame Pinkie Pie."
Returning to her unique chanting, Pinkie crooned, "Now I see the fog clearing again! I see... I see... A silhouette of a pony!"
"I knew it!" Spike cheered.
"The silhouette is of a Unicorn!"
Spike squealed excitedly, yet quietly to not disturb Madame Pinkie.
"The shadow is clearing. I see... White fur..."
Another shrill popped out of the dragon.
"Purple hair..."
Spike squeaked again, barely able to contain his joy.
"And green eyes!"
"Oh thank Celestia! I just knew we were meant to... Wait, green eyes!?"
"Yes. That is what the magical orb has foretold."
"Then who do you see with me with?"
"Uh... It is the pony you know as Sweetie Belle."
"Sweetie Belle!? But I thought you said she had purple hair!?"
Pinkie Pie broke from her fortune-teller character due to Spike's yelling. "Well, she does, but, at the time, I only saw the purple part of her hair and not the pink."
Spike gave a blank stare forward, thinking about this. His silence broke once he started laughing. "I get it now! I must be with Sweetie Belle because I'm going to see Rarity. It makes so much more sense!" Spike relaxed in his seat.
Pinkie cleared her throat. Trying to chant with a hint of sympathy, Pinkie exclaimed, "From what I see, you to are definitely alone..."
Spike squinted his eyes at the clairvoyant. "What do you mean?"
"Let's just say... You two couldn't be closer.
Spike quickly jumped up on the table, grabbed the crystal ball, and shook it around vigorously. "Come on you stupid ball! Change! Change!"
Snatching the orb from Spike, Pinkie Pie asserted in her normal voice, "Spike, no pony can change what destiny has planned for them!"
Hyperventilating, Spike murmured, "No. No, I won't let this happen."
"But Spike---"
"My love for Rarity will never die!" Spike leaped of the table and sprinted out the tent's curtains.
Pinkie sighed, removing the turban from her head. "Oh well. Even though he didn't like it, I helped my first customer!" Pinkie began contemplating all the ponies she could possibly help in the future, But then she remembered something else.
"Wait.. Spike never paid!"