“Oh Pinkie Pie, deary! A rather, uhm, interesting individual has come by to see you!”
Pinkie awoke to the sound of Mrs. Cake's voice calling her from Sugarcube Corner's bakery floor. She leapt to her feet, coming almost instantly to full alertness. Not once had she ever let herself slack off on the job, and she wasn't going to let that change now! Pinkie quickly bounced to her desk and snatched up half a dozen sugary-coated sugar cubes, jacketed in caramel. She devoured them in a flash, not taking the time to savor their flavor. She could enjoy the delightful taste of apples later.
“Gummy! Reconnaissance! Go!” Pinkie waited for her trusted alligator assistant to report on the situation downstairs. She always tried to avoid barging downstairs while customers were being attended to. She didn't want to cause any commotion that way. As the seconds ticked away, it slowly dawned upon Pinkie that Gummy wasn't actually home.
“Oh yeah...” Pinkie briefly wondered how Gummy was doing. He was sent away four days ago to perform some highly important ambassadorial work on her behalf in Baltimare. At least, that was the story that Pinkie recited to anybody that thought to ask about it. In reality, Gummy was approximately six feet away from Pinkie during that particular moment, but a little tied up inside of a sealed package stored in the closet. Rest assured, the package had airholes and three months' worth of rations.
Pinkie threw caution to the wind and bounced out of her room and on her way down the stairs. Anybody else would suffer a catastrophic fall if they tried navigating a flight of stairs in such a way, but Pinkie was in her element as she flew downward, eyes closed and barely catching random steps with three hooves that then propelled her back into the air.
Note from the author: While I normally wouldn't even think of putting up such a terribly small piece as its own "chapter" like this, I've kept it here due to the "NaPoWriMo" event that I had written this for. It was at this point in the story that I ran out of time. This "chapter" fragment may not be very much by any means, but it's part of my word count for the event. I fully intend to later remove this fragment once there is a real chapter to take its place, which should come along eventually, assuming that anybody would even somehow choose to pay this work of mine any attention whatsoever.
In the meantime, thank you for enduring my first ever story. Please do not lacerate me in revenge, unless it's the soft and gentle kind of laceration.