“Pinkie. Go.” Twilight was bleeding out, both magically and physically. It had taken all of her magic to wipe out that overwhelmingly huge wave of goblins. But there’d be more. Pinkie had to go. Now. It was too bad. She had wanted to see this through to the end.
“No, Twi. This isn’t like one of your books where the hero sacrifices herself for everypony, ok? Those books are for Lamey McLamersons. Er, no offense.”
“None taken.”
I’m staying right here,” Pinkie replied, tears in her eyes.
“Pinkie, please. We need to get the Glove of Gallifrey to the Princess. It’s the only way we can save the world.”
“I don’t give a patootie about the world! Not unless it’s one filled with Twilight.”
Twilight darkly, weakly chuckled. “That was awful.” A small smile passed on both of their faces. “So what?” the bookworm asked. “You’d rather this be one of those downer endings, the deep ‘Evil always wins’ type?”
“Sure. If I get to lose with you.”
“Seriously. Stop that. Way too cliche.” The incoming steps of the horde were nearing ever closer.
“So is this my big last stand?” Pinkie questioned. “Can’t I show these goblins the magic of friendship with parties? I got green banners and everything!”
Twilight sighed. “No, Pinkie. Why would you bring party supplies to a quest like this anyway?”
Pinkie looked at her, dumbfounded. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Pinkie,” Twilight intoned.
“What about my party cannon? None can resist its party inducing magic!”
“Seriously, Pinkie. Go!” she pleaded.
“Nuh uh.”
“Pinkiiiiiie!” she whined.
“No!”
“But you have all the loot!”
“I’ve got the best booty right in front of me.” Groans filled the room. Applejack made gagging noises, Rarity rolled her eyes. Fluttershy ‘Oh my’’d.
“Fine! Fine then. The Goblins kill Pinkie. The end! Game failed!” Spike yelled irritably, throwing his DM book to the sky.
“But I don’t get a cool final party fight? I was going to sing You Gotta Share, You Gotta Care while I jumped into the swarm!”
“NO!” The entire room yelled.
“Man, if only that ogre hadn’t gotten me. I would’ve been out of there with that glove in like, 20 seconds flat! Wait …” Dash commented.
“But I couldn’t have left! Twilight would have died!” Pinkie replied, confused.
“My character would’ve died, Pinkie! Not me!”
“Oooooh. Why didn’t you say that?”
The sound of four ponies and one dragon hitting their heads on the table ushered. It a was beautiful union of mutual irritation. The only pony besides Pinkie to not do so was Twilight, deep in thought.
“Pinkie … If all that was real … You would’ve stayed with me?”
Pinkie turned to her, eyes as serious as possible. “Always, Twi. There’s no Pinkie without Twilight.”
Twilight forgot her irritation as her heart melted. “You know, Pinkie? Just this once I’m okay with cliche.” The two leaned in to kiss-
“No! No smooches! Sessions done! Go home!” Spike ordered. The group grumbled as they separated. Spike sighed. “I miss my old group in Canterlot.”