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Well now, fancy meeting you here my young colt. Do you like this dark abyss?
Whoa now, no need to get angry and curse at me. You’re my guest, so show some respect to your host or else I’ll just toss your flank right back out there.
What’s that? Where are you, and who is this dark, handsome robed figure which is moi? Well, that is a rather long story my young friend. If I just came out and told you who I was... well, where’s the fun in that? Would it sate your curiosity? Does it even matter?
Of course not. What matters to you is exactly how you arrived here, is it not?
You’re asking me who you are? Hmm, seems to me that our little colt here has amnesia. Do you truly not remember?
You remember being hit on the head, but not much else, eh? Talk about being vague, sheesh. I’m surprised you didn’t die, especially with how hard it hit ya, but don’t worry, I’m here to... refresh your memory. It’s actually quite a thrilling tale. Would you like to hear it?
Hey, get your hooves off me and sit down! Here I am, going out of my way to help you out, and you have the nerve to ponyhandle me!? I am your memory seeker, your story teller, and your only source of information at this time. So are you going to fight me or do you really want to know what happened to you?
You want to know what happened to you, eh? Very well, here in this leather tome, is your very own story of how you got here and how you began. Why do I have such a suspicious source of material? Well, I suppose you’ll just have to find out then, hm?
Now then, take a seat my young colt. Stay awhile, and listen…
You awake to find yourself in a straw-like bed. You had just had a horrible nightmare and already it was slipping away from you. You tried to recall the specifics of the nightmare, but with each passing moment, they began to devolve into a muddled mess of images and sounds. You could have sworn that you were dreaming of a dragon baking a cake, however weird that may be.
You sighed to yourself, hoping that it was of nothing of importance. You prop yourself up on the nearby windowsill before opening the curtains and windows to let Celestia’s sun shine in.
Ponyville is where you live and it’s been a couple days since you’ve moved in. Seeing the townsfolk going about their usual jobs and businesses put a smile on your face. You mentally thanked a distant friend of yours for the idea of moving here of all places.
You thought back to your time in Canterlot, back when you were up on stage, a Trumpet or Saxophone in hoof, playing beautiful music with your band for hundreds to enjoy. Sadly, it didn’t last for very long and your music career slowly ground to a halt after two years. It was a small time band, always playing for the music and not the money.
Giving a small sigh, you shut the window, leaving those memories behind. Such memories were great to have, but you knew you needed to move on. Grabbing your signature black but worn top hat from your nightstand, you walked over to your closet to find your trusty trumpet and saxophone case inside. You smiled as you laid your hoof on it, feeling the hard yet silky texture of the case beneath. You popped open the case for old times sake and there they were. Your silver trumpet was just as you left it, polished to a near perfect finish yet still managing to look worn out. Then there was the brass Saxophone, its dulled color giving it an older look than it truly was. Their conditions were a testament to just how much you played and cared for them.
You closed the case and smiled. You had named these two Silver and Brass respectively. The band mates thought that that was stupid and silly, but you couldn’t care less. No one else knew the ins and outs of these 2 instruments better than you.
Closing the closet door, you walked out into the living room. It was still fairly empty of furniture, so all you had was a couch, a couple bookshelves, and the bare necessities for a working kitchen. You always admired how little one actually needed to survive. One could save so much if they took the time to find the difference between their wants and their needs. You didn’t have that much money either, so spending money was always a big deal.
But you didn’t care; you had what you needed. No more, no less.
Tapping your top hat to see that it was still there, you exited your small one story house to head out towards the local bakery, doubly named as Sugarcube Corner. You’ve seen it once or twice during the actual move, but never actually paid them a visit as of yet. Everything that you knew about it was heard from passing ponies and gossip amongst the townsfolk.
You merely sighed as you reached your destination, taking in everything to the icing encrusted walls to the cupcake tower above. You wondered if a unicorn or a Pegasus had built the place. With this amount of detail, they must have had a passion for pastries and baked goods.
You opened your pouch to find a few bits huddled together at the bottom. Seeing that you came prepared for anything that struck your fancy, you walked in, top hat and all.
A sweet aroma drop kicked your nostrils into submission the moment you entered the bakery. You lost yourself, quickly taking in the smell of cakes, fruits, chocolate, and other delectable pastries that wafted through the air. The design layout was a bit wacky, but you quickly assumed that it was their theme. It clearly shouted out to anypony one clear message: ‘We sell sweets, pastries, and diabetes!’
“Welcome! What can I get for you?”
Your vision shifts to an older looking blue mare behind the counter. You give her a smile as you place a hoof on the counter, filling her in about how you were new in town and were looking around. A smile formed on her face.
“A new pony in Ponyville? Oh my, I had no idea but it’s still a pleasure to meet you. Well, if you need anything, please let me know. I’ll help you in any way I can. I’m Mrs. Cake by the way.”
You give her a firm nod, understanding her words. You took a look at their baked goods display. Everything ranging from the most extravagant of cakes to the simplest of muffins lined their shelves. You couldn’t help but gawk at their expansive selection.
“Impressive isn’t it?” The blue mare said, your eyes quickly averting to her. You nod in agreement and she smiled.
“Me and my husband started this business a long time ago. We have a bit of a sweet tooth and it just seemed right, what with our cutie marks and all. So, with the suggestion of my husband, we started our own bakery: Sugarcube Corner. Oh dear me, I’m rambling about the past again, aren’t I?” she said, giggling into a free hoof. ”It’s quite a long history though and I wouldn’t want to bore you with the details…”
You motioned for her to go on, curious of the history the store has, but she only grinned as she waved a hoof at you.
“Are you sure? It will bore you to tears.”
You tapped a hoof to your chin, wondering if it was a good idea to hear such a story. The last time you agreed to listen to an older mare’s story, you fell asleep in the middle of it. You could have sworn the story was at most 8 hours long. However it was an understatement when you later found out that her story lasted to at most, 12 hours long!
But still, you were new in town, and you couldn’t pass up learning a bit of history to how it came to be here. Shrugging, you nodded once more. Mrs. Cake gave a bigger smile towards you as she clapped her hooves together.
“Great! Since there aren’t any customers at the moment, I’d be happy to!”
You leaned against a nearby wall, curious to hear her tale. As she opened her mouth, however, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye lunging at you. When you turned to face whatever it was that caught your attention, you lost it. You blinked as your head suddenly felt lighter. Placing your hooves on top of your head, you realized your top hat was gone. You panicked, turning around to look wherever it might have fallen. There, you see a small green lizard on the ground, clutching onto your hat with its toothless gums. It was scurrying off and you gave chase, shouting out the different things you’d use its hide for when you got your hooves on it. The lizard slinked over to a pink pony in the back and crawled up her leg. Your eyes followed the lizard as it stopped at the pony’s head and hid inside the hat.
“Gummy! I’ve been looking all over for you! And you brought a present for me? You’re so sweet!”
Your gaze finally landed on the pink pony with fluffy pink hair with a trio of balloons as her cutie. You blinked, confused and angry at the same time.
The pink pony finally caught notice of the new guest and grinned.
“Ooh, ooh! Who are you? I’ve never seen you before! Are you new in town? My name’s Pinkie Pie, and that was my pet alligator, Gummy!” You tried to follow her with your eyes, but her bouncing around quickly made you regret doing so as you began to feel queasy and nauseous. You watch as she adjusts your top hat on her head and extends out a hoof, as if expecting a hoofshake.
“I am madam Pinkamena Diane Pie, your caretaker, candy maker, baker, and other ers, hee hee!” You hear her say in a mocking high-class voice.
You could already feel the massive headache cresting the proverbial hill.