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This story is a sequel to The Opening Act


Nobody said that friendship would be easy. There are often as many bad nights as there are good ones. The important part is being there regardless.

Or at least that's what Pinkie keeps telling herself as Trixie, once again, fails to pick up her phone. She can't be mad at her for that though. Trixie's been having a bad night. In fact, there's been a lot of bad nights lately. Maybe, by going over to her apartment, Pinkie can help change that.

Trigger warning for Implied Ideation. No actual act or explicit discussion.


A story set in the Who We Become series.


Proofreading/Editing by Krickis and Gowak.

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Ideation

10921341
Thank you! I’m very glad that I was able to pull off the image I had in my head. Doesn’t always happen. :twilightblush:

10921343
Intrusive contemplation about su*c*de. Not an actual plan or anything concrete, but the impulse. I just felt it was explicit enough in this story to demand a trigger warning, as opposed to my other story Leaving Something Behind, where it was all metaphors so I didn’t feel it was necessary.

10921381
oh...

p.s. you can use [spoiler ] [ /spoiler]

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Yeah. I thought about doing the spoiler tag, but it’s not really a spoiler, more of a trigger warning, and I don’t want people to miss it if they need to know it’s coming.

Still, thanks for the advice. If I didn’t already know, that would have been really useful info (and I only learnt that this year). :twilightsmile:

10921421
you could have want with

Trigger warning: Intrusive contemplation about su*c*de.

p.s. in that size and ...

The other two continued to stare in disbelief, the hissing of batter the silence.

Probably meant to be 'batter broke the silence' but I want to believe it was 'batter battered the silence'.
I also want to believe that Pinkie's friends and family would get her some kind of support like therapy but they don't seem clued in to how much she hides, yet.

Your writing is as well thought out, heavy hitting and generally good as ever. Looking forward to more.

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Yeah, I’ve tried to imply with the ending that even Trixie (who I’ve tried to portray as the most observant person, behind Pinkie herself) has no idea how bad things are.

The last story I have “planned” deals exclusively with the Pie family, but we’ll talk more about that on Friday.

I’m glad you enjoyed the story. ^_^
Thank you for your time.

Because, in reality, she was fine. Trixie was still here for now, after all. And so, for as long as that lasted, she had at least one reason to keep smiling.

The amount of hope packed into those ending lines is just a punch of good feelings. I really adore how well these three were able to communicate with one another and the alternating perspectives that finally allowed us into Pinkie’s head. I find that even meta choices about that can make the characters’ chemistry feel more authentic.

As she looked around, she couldn’t help but be shocked at the mess that overtaken Trixie’s apartment. Dishes and empty containers of drinks and food littered everywhere the eye could see. Likewise, clothes were draped over all the furniture and were scattered all over the floor, to the point that any rainwater that did drip off of Pinkie would have more than likely been absorbed by the fabric before ever getting the chance to sink into the carpet flooring.

Huh, and I thought only my sisters room was like that. :applejackunsure:

“That none of it matters!” Trixie yelled, pushing away from Pinkie in order to properly talk to her. “I was getting really frustrated and I had the thought of ‘calm down, it’s not like this matters too much,’ and guess what? It really doesn’t. Who cares if I tour or not? If I open a business or not? At the end of the day I’m just some worthless, insignificant, side-character in the stories of those who actually matter.”

Did she just break the fourth wall? :unsuresweetie:

“Speaking of leaving,” she said, keeping her voice from wavering. “I noticed you’re stockpiling meds again. Should I be worried?”

Imo, yes... :ajbemused:

Shy, Sunset, Dash, Rarity, they’d done so much better since they’d left. When they’d been around for her to help, how much had she actually been able to do for them?

You forgot sci twi pinkie. :twilightangry2:

Trixie watched as Sunset smiled wistfully, an unexpected reaction, and chuckled as she said “I do, actually. And that’s fair. I’m here cause Pinkie asked me to be here.”

:pinkiegasp:

https://m.

“Right,” Trixie mumbled, the sting not lessened by predicting it. “That figures. I’m guessing having two of me over there would be too much. Or that it would be an issue with Twilight to have a human living there or something?”

That's pretty much it... :ajbemused:

“Alcoholic,” Sunset repeated, somberly. “I don’t really drink anymore. But let me tell you, that was hard. I felt like I knew what rock bottom was like when they found me kicked out of a bar after I promised to do better. But imagine relapsing and letting down not one, but two girlfriends. And then imagine doing it twice. And then imagine relapsing a third time when they’re your wives . And each time you have to promise you’ll do better and you get to see the look of disappointment in their eyes and you know how hurt they are because you’ve said that before. Let me tell you, that feeling doesn’t really care if you are a horse or a human at the time.”

pony*

Trixie looked at Pinkie, really studied her and the way she was sleeping. Her breathing was still soft, but was sometimes broken by a random gasp or groan. Her face was not relaxed and, if she really looked, she could see tear stains covering her cheeks. But most telling were her arms, still gripping her as if she’d fade away the second they let go.

Poor pinkie. :fluttershysad:

“We’re not dating,” Trixie interrupted, though not sharply. “We’re not... But… Yeah, I know.”

You should at some point. :ajsmug:

But she couldn’t stop. Even now she was already thinking about the coming week and the many events she’d have to reschedule. The events she would straight up cancel. No more visits to the record shop. No more visits to the park. No more outings downtown. No more magic shows and metal concerts. After all, what was the point if Trixie wasn’t going to be there? It wasn’t like Caramel enjoyed any of that. If anything, she could just do more of the stuff he liked now instead, at least until he too found somewhere better to be.

Who's caramel? :unsuresweetie:

They all do in the end.

Just because they have their own doesn't mean your not friends, they still care about you. :fluttershysad:

Pinkie swung the door open and rushed into the kitchen, screeching to a halt in front of a very startled Trixie and Sunset, both of whom were in the middle of preparing breakfast.

See Pinkie, you had nothing to worry about. :ajsmug:

I read this about a month or two ago but neglected to write a review, so apologies about my memory being fuzzy.

Another good story! It was sad seeing Trixie continue to have bad days like this even with Pinkie's support, and how that affected Pinkie. Bringing in Sunset was an interesting attempted solution, and at least it led to everyone understanding each other better.

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