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// Giggles; Chapter 7 
// Story: Trapped from the Inside 
// by PapyrusPlays 
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	Would you be called crazy, if the funniest thing you ever saw was a pink pony? Probably by a human. But ponies would automatically say, 'Oh you mean my friend, Pinkie Pie!' Well this pink horse was in one place for once, and I attempted to take it to my advantage. I walked into Sugar Cube Corn with my tail fluffed out. (I'd bought a new mane curler recently.) Pinkie was sitting at the ice cream bar, cleaning out a glass at top speed. It felt like I was in a movie scene, and shook out my fur nervously. No pony seemed to be here.

"Hiya Peri!" Pinkie squeaked, putting the glass down. I smiled and sat down at the bar with her. On Earth I would have been thrown out, but... kids show. I sighed, and put my chin on the table. The weight of Luna's letter had been eating away at me. Pinkie Pie cocked her head to the side. "What's going on?" I opened my mouth to speak, but she beat me to it.

"Did you get a super important letter from one of the Princesses and now you know that you're super powerful, and possibly a love interest for a Princess and now you are nervous about attending that meeting with the Princesses because you don't wanna make yourself out to be an idiot or an arrogant twat?"

"I thought this was a kids show!"

"It is."

"But you just said-"

Pinkie came out from behind the bar with a broom, and started sweeping. I flattened my ears and stood up straight. "Pinkie I needed your opinion on going to the Princesses or not." Pinkie looked skeptical, but continued sweeping.

"Why are you going to the Princesses?"

"I thought you already knew..."

Pinkie giggled. "Silly billy! I don't talk with the Princesses much." I lowered my gaze to the ground, but kept still. What was that supposed to mean. Pinkie Pie looked at me expectantly. "But you should always answer the Princesses letters with a BING BING BING, CORRECT!" I jumped in surprise. Pinkie laughed in her squeaky voice, and I shook out my shoulders nervously. Was she avoiding my question? Finally she dragged me out of the bakery, and we found a bench in the park. Apparently some other bench-goers, a green unicorn and a tan earth pony, looked particularly peeved. I looked at Pinkie curiously. "Oh, Lyra and Bon Bon are just jealous that we got the BEST bench ever! Now, what was that about the Princesses?"

"Uh... They wanted me to come and visit them for important human business..." Pinkie looked a little less poofy. A wave of gray escaped into her coat. And her face curled into a pained frown.

"Mhm... did they mention Jack?"

I went quiet. She knew something. "Yes actually. You know him?" Pinkie shook her head, and looked at the birds in a tree across from us. The mother and father sparrow were nestling together with three chicks. Pinkie looked unfortunately forlorn at the sight. "Pinkie?"
She stared at me, and pulled something out from behind her. Another scroll was put into the bowl of my hoof. When I looked up at Pinkie, she was walking off with a red balloon tied to her foreleg. 





Trying to stay asleep was tough that same night. I couldn't think for the life of me why. But the way Pinkie stared at me, almost loathingly... It drove me up the wall with curiousity. I wanted to know what the Princesses needed me for. I wanted to know if I had super powers and stuff! I wanted to know why Pinkie suddenly deflated. I lay on my back silently. Staring at the ceiling fan with less than no interest. Whirr... Whirr... Whirr... I watched each blade pierce the air. Maybe it would lull me to sleep? Or I could pick up some sleeping medication at the local pharmacy. But again, kids show.

Whirr... Whirr... Whirr... More fan sounds. I slowly shut my eyes. A picture of the mail stallion flashed in my head. Another of a black unicorn stallion with a purple and blue Mohawk. A sort of stop motion film played in my mind of these two. The mail stallion turned from the other unicorn. Both horns lit up with white magic. A giant sonic blast of energy set off, and the sound of a cork popping echoed in my ear. Sleep gently heavied my eyelids into deep slumber..