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// Chapter Three: Another Walk 
// Story: Voices In My Head (Cupcakes Closure) 
// by Perry Pinkie Potter 
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After a while, we had finally finished cleaning up. Celestia had teleported what she could find of bodies to the graveyard by Canterlot. When she arrived, she would figure out what to do until we broke the news. Because no one but the mane six (as the town called them), Spike, Celestia, and I knew why there were missing ponies. And we all dreaded when we'd have to explain what had happened to them. I went to Rainbow Dash's room to discover that Rainbow Dash had gone home with one of her friends. I sat down a minute. 

"Now what?" I thought aloud.

One nurse passed me on her way home. "Try to get some sleep, hon. You look like you could use some."

I hadn't slept in two days… I suppose she was right. "Thanks. Have a good night." I said to her on my way out.

The nurse smiled. "You too."

So I trotted home, ready for a good night's sleep!

"Yeah, this isn't happening." I sighed 20 minutes later. It was 10:00. "I need to do something, not just stand here!" I shook my head. I was still tired. I pulled out a mug and drunk from it. "Nothing like coffee to wake you up! Cheers!"

After a while, I DID fall asleep. But I had some horrible nightmares. I suddenly felt sympathy for Rainbow Dash gush through me. I couldn't even imagine the nightmares she was having. I felt an instinct to go and check on her, and was out the door when I realized that everyone was probably still asleep. I decided to just take a walk.

I directly experienced de ja vu as I walked past Sugar Cube Corner. Remembered what I had heard. Had it really been two nights ago? Wow. Next thing to stroll past was the hospital. I sighed and started walking past it, when something caught my eye. I could never ignore pink, and the drugged mare I was seeing was nothing but it. I wanted to run away, but my curiosity got the best of me. I cautiously stepped closer, still keeping a generous amount of distance.

I looked at her and noticed something weird. It was almost like her face was spilt in two. One side worried, one side malicious. Now that I looked at it, the evil looking side had hair just slightly flat. Was this relevant? I remembered when my friend had suffered from insanity. The first step was voices. Did Pinkie have these? Could I find out? 

I confidently walked to Sugar Cube Corner. It seemed I had found something to do after all.

I finally arrived. As I expected, Mr. and Mrs. Cake were wide awake. I slowly knocked, not wanting to make then jump. When they saw who was as the door, they whispered to each other. Mrs. Cake nodded and Mr. Cake opened the door.

"Sorry to bother you both this late. I've got an idea for what might have happened… to Pinkie. I don't think your in a mood to talk about her, and just say the word and I won't bother you. But I don't believe she would do these things, and I might have an explanation. But I need to ask a couple of questions to confirm my idea." I didn't say anything else. Didn't rush them. I just waited patiently.

Mr. Cake looked down. "What kind of questions?" He asked.

It was apparent he was giving me a chance, and not liking it too much. But I seized the opportunity.

Now, a pony awarded in subtlety would have said something along the lines of 'Did Pinkie ever act strange?'

I have all the subtlety of a Popsicle Stick. I dived in.

"Did it ever seem like Pinkie was talking to herself? Or rather…" I probed carefully. "Like she was arguing with herself?"