//------------------------------// // Who ever said I was happy? // Story: Laughter has two faces. // by ParadoxPony //------------------------------// Queen Pinkamena. "Discord...I'm howling at the...The?Um...Moon...Sleeping...In the afternoon..." I hummed a familiar tune for the entertainment of this empty room. My voice echoed around it, sending me somepony to listen to. "Heelo!" Heelo I allow myself a giggle. This throne room was fun....and empty....and lonely. "You are the best party pony ever!" You are the best party pony ever! I will play with this wonderful little voice a bit longer and then find something to do...something....Fun? "Come on! Say something I haven't yet...Please..." Dear Pinkamena, What are some ways you have fun by yourself? I pursed my lips. Pop! ... pop! Vinyl Scratch. After dumping the body in a wagon a hauling it the the edge of the everfree, I notice something, something I wished I would NEVER hear again. This time there was no word bubble or anything, it was just...just a voice. To Vinyl Scratch: Terribly sorry, but it would appear that we are a bit behind. I know that you're probably going through quite a bit of psychological trauma, so tell us what happened so we can help in any way we can. "Go buck yourself! Help, my flank! This is all your fault! If you want to help so badly, pay Tartarus an eternal visit!" I took a few more steps away from the woods, ready to drown out these terrible voices until something made me stop. It was quiet at first but then grew slightly louder. To Vinyl...WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?! WHY IS PINKAMENA THE RULER, AND WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PRINCESSES?! "Be quiet! I'm try'n to listen! And you should know! It's your fault! I can't believe I actually thought I could trust you!" I put my ear to the air, listen for the faint noise...I had it, it was a soft, quiet, weeping sound. My first instinct was to run, to not get involved in the brakeing of the rule, but this pony was crying! Crying! With the all night parties, who would cry? Oh, right...I do. I checked left, then right, then reluctantly inched my way into the deep brush. After a few minutes of hopeless wondering, i call out, but no answer could be heard. Then something else grased my ear...A music I had not heard since...Well, a long time. Queen Pinkamena. To Pinkamena: Seeing as you "punish" anyone who doesn't show happiness, what'd you do to Maud, seeing that she shows no emotion whatsoever? Did you show any form of mercy to your own sister? Or did she get the same treatment as anypony else who breaks the rules? I dropped the gray balloon I was blowing up and raised an eyebrow. "What rules?" Queen Pinkamena: How'd you become queen, where are the Princesses, and where are the other main six characters? Erm.. Pinkiemena Diane Pie HOW THE HELL DID YOU OVER THROW CELESTIA AND LUNA AND TWILIGHT AND CADANCE AND SHINY AND MANE 6 (Excluding you of course) HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW I spoke to the gray balloon. "I never took anything over in my life....except maybe the dance floor." Dear Pinkamena,PS- Do you like making cupcakes? I then untied a pink balloon and held it up to my face. "What in Celestia's ghost is a cupcake? Cake in a cup?..What kind of a flank -loving pony would ever eat such a thing!?" I took a deep breath, printing a lopsided smile on my face. The balloons were not giving me anything nice to talk about... I pulled a needle from the floor. In fact, these balloons were making me very unhap- ..... So how much is under your control Queen Pinkamena.? "What? I don't control anypony!" The needle inched closer to its target, this time shifting to a light blue one. Queen Pinkamena: You do realize that your rules and the punishment that follows, makes everypony but you unhappy. Therefore the only logical step is to let everypony throw you a party. I dropped the needle and something exploded inside me and a burst of confetti flew from my newly puffed mane. I immediately started at the box of streamers at my left, hanging them with lightning speed. To Princess Pinkamena: What is happiness? Don't give me some bullshit answer, that wouldn't make me happy. Think long and hard about that. I stopped mid jump as the confetti had had just put up felt to the ground in messy heaps. my pink mane flatted once more, covering one half of my face. "...My friends." Vinyl Scratch. The soft music grew louder with my every step. What ever happened to the crying anyway? Melodic notes seemed tangible in the air around me as I walked. It seemed so naturally happy, so pure of the fake and cheery music I was forced to play back home...If you can call that a home. I cringed at the thought of it, and with it, the thought of Chipper Wing, Pinkie's personal adviser. I prayed to Celestia's ghost that he would be caught being unhappy. I would pay my tail to get one good shot at him. Or maybe an eternity in Tartarus would suffice? As I ventured further and further into the EverFree, the moon began to raise higher and higher above my head. I wondered if I would ever find the music that seemed to be growing in more complex tones and rhythms. That's when I saw it! About 20 or so yards ahead of me was a hut built into a tree. Finally! My happiness was short lasted for the howl of a timber wolf could be heard not too far behind me. I launched myself into the air and down the side of a tine cliff-like structure toward the hut...Only to find myself lodged to a thicket. My hooves began to scramble franticly for a way out. I lit my horn and the thorns melted around me. I took a moment to examine my injuries. Not too bad. Blood oozed from my side and hind legs as the poison seeps into me. I cringed. Another howl sounded, followed by it's colleges and that was all I need get my hooves back into action! I bounded back toward the hut and swang the door open. My head throbbing from what I guessed was the poison, I topple to the floor. The music continued to play, blocking out my sense of touche, and then smell, and then taste, and finally sight...