A man meets a girl who looks and acts like Pinkie Pie.
(Second Person fanfic)
You have just moved into your new apartment and look forward to your new job at a bakery. You think life could not be any better, that is until you meet your neighbor who looks and acts like Pinkie Pie. Will you get along with this hyperactive funny girl, or will she drive you insane?
The clock radio comes to life, blasting some catchy tune from the radio. You try to ignore it, clinging to your pillow for dear life as you attempt to squeeze out a few more precious minutes of extra sleep. Yet the clock radio keeps playing, urging you to wake up. You stick your arm out from the cover and feel around for the nearby annoying machine, hoping to at least find the snooze button, not actually paying attention to what you’re doing. Instead your hand grazes the volume knob, making the sound even louder. With a groan, you give up trying to sleep an extra time and slowly get out of bed and turn off the radio for good.
Having reluctantly awoke; you try and get your bearings of your bedroom. You have just moved into this new place. It’s looks like an ordinary house on the outside, but it is like two homes, one built on top of the other. You happen to just live in the top portion. Aside from having to use the stairs to get to your portion of the home, a pain when it came to moving in, the place is very nice. Your floor has a nice living room, a kitchen, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. Sure it isn’t your dream home, but you can’t complain.
It was a bittersweet moment, leaving your parents after college to start a new life. You love your parents, and they were more than happy to let you stay until you found an actual house rather than an apartment. But you felt that it was time to finally be independent, to see if you can actually make it in the world. And so, with your parents’ help, you moved here a few days ago, ready to start your new life. Of course, as your parents put it, you’re just an hour’s drive or a phone call away from needing help.
Your first stop is the bathroom. You get ready for the day and while brushing your teeth you look in the mirror. You’re in your late twenties, just fresh out of college. You are no Fabio, but you’re not some slob either. In fact, you’re more of a plain Joe, a face easily unrecognized in a crowd. Maybe that’s why you don’t have a girlfriend. Your mind thinks about your prospects of getting a girlfriend. It wasn’t something that you were consumed about, but you think about it sometimes. You had a girlfriend in high school, but it didn’t last. You tried to in between your studies find a girlfriend in college, but those you were interested in were either taken or uninterested in being anything other than a friend. Oh, making friends for you is easy as you like to meet new people. It’s just converting a friend who’s a girl into a girlfriend that you lack. You hope that this new life will eventually grant you a girlfriend, and having a job and living on your own is icing on the cake.
On your way back to your bedroom, you look into the spare room. Normally this space would be used for another bedroom, but for you it’s a glorified storage room. All of them have been clearly marked indicating what is in them. There are several boxes stacked in two separate piles. The one larger pile is where you put the now empty boxes. There are still a few in a much smaller pile that need to be opened and emptied.
One small box that catches your attention has the words “My Little Pony” written in big letters on it. You remember fondly the first time you saw an episode. You were surfing through the channels, trying to find something good to watch. It is then you pause and see the show My Little pony: Friendship is Magic. You are about to click to another channel when you find yourself unable to do so. As you watch, you can’t help but watch a certain pony on the show. This pony is Pinkie Pie, the hyperactive pink party planning pony. At first you think she’s strange, but you start to like her crazy antics. She’s a very happy and bouncy pony, always throwing parties and trying to cheer others up. Since then, the majority of your pony merchandise has been related to the pink earth pony. You have a few figurines, some art works, and even a Pinkie Pie plush. Your parents at first wondered why you would be fascinated with a show like My Little Pony, but they knew that you were old enough to have your own tastes. In your mind, you mull over the possibility of having a girlfriend who acted like Pinkie Pie, wondering if it would be a good idea or a total failure.
“I’ll open that box tonight,” you say as you return to your bedroom to get dressed.
After getting dressed, you have a quick breakfast. That’s when you hear it, the music. It’s a bright jumpy music that you hear coming up through the floor. It’s the kind of music that would turn anyone who was upset happy and maybe even make someone want to dance. It wasn’t the song that was surprising though. You heard someone singing to the music, like there was a karaoke party downstairs. The voice was clearly female, and it sounded oddly familiar although you could not tell why. You become lost in the happy tune, finding it hard not to smile and sing along with the tune. After the song ends, your mind snaps out of the happiness and you glance at the clock.
“I have to leave for work soon or I’ll be late.”
You finish breakfast and prepare to leave the apartment for work. It is your first day at your new job and you want to give a good impression. You head downstairs and outside towards the car, when suddenly you see her, the mysterious occupant of the apartment below. Up until now you have never seen who lived below you. The only thing you knew about this person was that she was female from the way she sings and that she owned a bubblegum pink car. Now you finally glimpse at what the woman looks like.
She appears to be around your age, with an average height and build. She has a cream colored skin and big sparkling blue eyes that remind you of a clear sky. She’s dressed in jeans with a pink t-shirt that has two blue balloons and a yellow one in between. The thing that gets your attention the most is her hair. The woman’s hair is big and poofy, surrounding her face like a ring of smoke reaching the middle of her back. Her hair is also totally a shade of magenta, the kind you would find on an anime character. You wonder how long she takes care of her hair, dyeing it that color and making it as big as possible.
It’s then you realize it: the voice, the pink shirt with the balloons, her big pink hair all point to the fact that she looks like a human version of Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony! You’ve heard of some people being obsessed with the show, collecting tons of art and merchandise, but you’ve never seen someone go this far. Well, she can’t be that bad, so you try to talk with her.
“Hi there,” you say casually.
“Hi,” the girl says with an infectious smile on her face and a voice you’d swear was the same as Pinkie’s, “I’m Pinkie Pie.”
You’re taken aback at the fact that this girl introduced herself as a cartoon character. There is a part of you that begins to wonder if this was a really good idea.
“Hi, um Pinkie Pie,” you say not wanting to be rude, “Nice to meet you. I just moved into the apartment above.”
“Oh my gosh, you live above me? I never had a neighbor before, well I used to but they moved away. Oh I have to throw a new neighbor party for you!”
Before you can answer, Pinkie glances at her watch and lets out a gasp.
“Uh oh, I’m going to be late for work. So, I’ll see you later then.”
The woman then dashes away, gets into her pink car and speeds away down the road, leaving you stunned for a moment at the strange meeting. You then realize that you have to get to work too, and so you drive away from your house, your thoughts on your new life, your new job, and the strange neighbor you met who calls herself Pinkie Pie.
You arrived at your work with thankfully a few minutes to spare so you could catch your breath. Thankfully your work is only about ten minutes away from your house, making it possible to walk to the place if need be. After getting out of the car, you stand amazed at the building before you. The place looks like a two story gingerbread house decorated with all manner of candies. You can’t help each time you see it how it reminds you of Sugarcube Corner from My Little Pony. Your mind begins to wonder what is going on with all the coincidences relating to your favorite pony. First you meet your neighbor, a girl the looks like Pinkie Pie, then your job it at a place looking like Sugarcube Corner. Even the name of the bakery, Sugar Cane Corner, was close to the name of the bakery from Ponyville.
You are happy that you are going to work at a bakery. Ever since you were a child, you were always interested in what you mother was making for dinner. You always helped her prepare the food by bring her the ingredients. You especially loved it when she baked yummy foods like cakes, pies, and cookies. To you baking was magic: taking several things that appear to not work with each other and combining them into an all new meal.
When you were a teen, you would start cooking for you family. It started small like making spaghetti, but soon you advanced to making more complex meals, including baked goods. Your parents told you that cooking was your talent and that you should pursue it. You imagined if you were a pony from the show, your cutie mark would no doubt be something like a muffin or a cupcake. After high school you went for your degree in culinary arts. It was tricky, but you thankfully had a head start. You just happened to have the fortune of a position to be opened at this bakery so you could easily get a job.
You are about to make your way across the parking lot when you stop and notice a familiar car parked nearby. It’s the pink car that the pink haired girl owned. You stare at it, examining its details. The car is kept clean on the outside, not a scratch or dirt on it. The inside is also clean except for several scraps of what look like candy wrappers littering the front passenger seat. Interesting enough there is a Pinkie Pie figure resting on the back seat, looking out the window. There is also a Pinkie Pie window decal on the small side window. You can’t help but chuckle when you look at the license plate which reads “Sweet1.”
As you make your way to the bakery, you wonder if your neighbor is actually working at the same bakery as you are. There’s still a about an hour before it opens to the public, and you can’t picture her standing out in front waiting that long. You wonder how well you would work with her. You know no job is perfect, but the attitudes of your coworkers matter. The last thing you want is to work with someone nasty or lazy.
With a deep breath, you open the door and enter the bakery. You are greeted by the two owners, who strangely enough are named Mr. and Mrs. Cake. Even stranger they, like your neighbor, look like humanized versions of the owners of Sugarcube Corner.
“So, you’re the new hire,” Mr. Cake said.
“Yes I am.”
“Well welcome to Sugar Cane Corner. You’ve met my wife and I. There’s just one more person I want you to meet. You’ll be working with her a lot. Honey, can you go fetch her?”
“Yes dear,” Mrs. Cake says as she disappears back into the massive kitchen . You wait for what seems like an eternity for the other owner to return from the back of the store with the mystery coworker. Then you see Mrs. Cake return with none other than Pinkie Pie walking from behind. Actually walking isn’t the accurate work for what the pink haired girl is doing. It’s more like skipping, her pink hair bobbing in response to each hop.
“Hi there neighbor,” she said in an excited voice, “Are you going to be working with me?”
“Yes I am.”
“Oh this is going to be so exciting! I’m so glad you found another person I could work with Mr. and Mrs. Cake. It’s been so lonely after the last one left. He left so quickly, I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye.”
“Yeah,” Mrs. Cake said with a look on her face as if pinkie was bringing up a bad memory, “Well hopefully this one will be … better suited. But I’m glad that you two have met each other before.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Pinkie replied, “I’m sure we’ll get along nicely.”
“So, are you two ready to start,” Mr. Cake asked.”
“Yes,” you and Pinkie said almost in unison.
“Ok then. Pinkie, will you show him the kitchen and have him get started? We have several things to make for the beginning of the day and a couple of birthday cakes. Today should be an easy day.”
“Okie dokie lokie,” Pinkie said as she took you by the hand and suddenly pulled you into the kitchen, barely giving you time to think.
“So here’s the big mixer, and the ovens,” the pink haired girl said while running around the kitchen at a blinding pace pointing out each item, “and the fondant maker! That’s a funny word, fondant! Oooo… and here’s the drawer with all the spoons! Oh, and my favorite thing: the icing bags! I think that you’ll be using those as well Mr. Cake caught me doing something with them.”
“Wait, what you were you doing them,” you said questioningly.
“Why squeezing the frosting out of them into my mouth of course, what did you think I was doing with them?”
“Oh… just that,” you said. Admittedly you thought of a number of possible things a girl that hyper could do with a bag of frosting, some playful and others that were a little strange.
“Oh ok,” she said, “So do you know where everything is?”
“Yeah, I think I do. I actually went to college for cooking.”
“Oh that’s so cool,” Pinkie said, “I didn’t go to college for baking, but it must be neat learning about it.” “How did you get into baking,” you ask.
“It’s a long story,” Pinkie said, “I’ll tell you later. Anyway, we have several pies, muffins, sticky buns, and cupcakes to make. Are you ready partner?”
“Ready,” you said as you begin your first day at the bakery with the girl named Pinkie Pie.
You work hard for several hours straight in the bakery, busily filling the orders of the customers and making things to sell. Thankfully your first day was a light one, so you can get into how things operate at Sugar Cane Corner. You like it at your new job so far. The work isn’t demanding, the place is easy to get used to, and best of all you are doing something you want to do rather than have to do.
You find that your co-worker Pinkie Pie was surprisingly very nice. At first you wondered how you would get along with such a hyperactive girl, but you found she was actually a great worker. She was always ready to work with a permanent smile on her face. No matter what new order appeared, she was able to complete it as quickly as the last. For someone who didn’t go to college, she knew how to bake. It was as if Pinkie’s talent for baking was in her DNA. It reminded you of how ponies on the show had their cutie marks which represented their talents. You knew that Pinkie’s mark were three balloons representing her talent to throw parties. The girl you were working with clearly had the same talent as her pony counterpart. For a moment you wonder if this girl has a tattoo of Pinkie’s mark on her body, a thought that makes you blush.
“Hey there,” Pinkie says as she sees you deep in thought, “What are you thinking about?”
“Oh nothing,” you say to her, trying to quell your embarrassment.
“Are you thinking something about me,” she said with a little wink.
“Oh, no nothing like that,” you say, “I was thinking about cupcakes.”
For a moment she stares at you as if she is trying to see if you’re telling the truth. Finally her serious face turns into a smile.
“Okie dokie lokie,” she says, “I think about what I’m baking too.”
She then goes back to baking, as you are happy that you were able to escape being embarrassed. As you begin to make more treats, you wonder why you were so embarrassed about her finding out or for that matter that you even though about her like that. After all you only met her a few hours ago. You were just happy that she was nice enough to work with. You were open to becoming friends or at chance at romance with any girl. Even Pinkie Pie was a possibility in your mind, but you didn’t want to rush into things. You felt it was best to get to know her first before you can get into the friends or relationship department.
As you work with Pinkie, you begin to notice the strange quirks she has, things that were familiar to you seeing the pony on the show. Besides her amazing baking skills, she never seems to get tired, no matter how much she needs to get done. You notice that she also doesn’t like to just walk but instead prefers to do more of a skip, her hair bobbing hypnotically in response to each step. It’s as if her body is made out of air, making her easily move about her day. She also has a strange knack of balancing things on her head. Even the most precariously placed things like a tiered cake or a container of cupcakes remain on her head even as she bounces from the kitchen to the counter and back. All the while during mixing and baking, and transporting pastries, she is always either singing a tune like the one you heard in the apartment or even talking to the baked goods like they were real.
There was, however, one thing that you admired about her as you watched her dance about the kitchen. It wasn’t her body, what she wore, her ocean blue eyes, or even her magenta hair. It was her smile which remained constantly on her face. Even when she struggled with something, her face would return to that very same smile. To you, her expression lit up the room, making it impossible for you not to smile while working. Beyond that, it added to the happiness of working and it cast away any doubts or worries you had of the day.
You were just finishing up a tray of fritters for the store when Mr. Cake appeared.
“So, how are you two doing,” he asked, although you suspect he’s really asking you how you’re getting along with Pinkie Pie.
“I’m doing fine,” you say.
“I’m super-duper great,” Pinkie exclaims.
“Well, I’m glad you two are working well with each other. There’s a lull in the action, so why don’t you two go to lunch.” “Sounds great,” you say as you wash the flour and dough off your hands.
“Hey, do you want to go out to lunch with me,” Pinkie asks you, “I mean if you have other plans, than that’s fine. I just like to talk to someone when eating.”
“I don’t have anything planned,” you say.
“Great! Ok, I’ll meet you at my car.”
Suddenly with the speed of a cartoon character, the pink haired girl zips out of the kitchen. You are caught off guard by what happened, but then you realize that since she is very much like Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony, you know that anything is possible. You head to the car as fast as you can and see Pinkie waiting for you.
“There you are! Come on, I guarantee this place is going to be a blast!”
You get into her pink car, ready for anything and everything with her.
You are sitting in the passenger seat of Pinkie Pie’s car as she drives you to the mystery lunch location. You look out the window and see several restaurants and fast food places pass by, places you would find yourself visiting if you had not agreed to go with her. Whatever this place you were going to, it had to be good. Your experience with her has been relatively great. Sure she does act very much like, well, Pinkie Pie, but you find that way she talks or acts is actually tolerable rather that annoying. It’s only the first day though, and you know to really get to know someone you have to spend more time with them.
You are about to try and talk with her to get to know her more.
“Ooo! You want to listen to some music,” she says suddenly, destroying your chance of talking with her.
Before you can react she pulls out a CD, one that it looked like it was burned on a computer, and putting it in turns up the volume. Immediately a happy tune blares on the radio, one that you’d expect to be playing during My Little Pony or something you’d hear at a kid’s birthday party. Suddenly Pinkie starts singing to the happy sugar coated tune. You realize that talking to her now will be impossible and you don’t want to interrupt her having fun, so you just sit back and listen to her sing in a voice that reminds you of when Pinkie Pie sang the Smile Song.
It is surreal as you look over at the girl driving you to lunch. While you absolutely like Pinkie Pie from the show and would have no problem being friends with someone who had even a small percent of Pinkie’s happiness or energy, you can’t help but dwell on how uncanny this girl is to the cartoon character. She is the exact image of what you would expect if Pinkie Pie from the show somehow crossed over into the real world and became a human. The chances of anyone getting the exact aspects of a cartoon characters physically, mentally, and emotionally are hard that getting struck by lightning or winning the million dollar lottery. But as she sitting next to you, you see that to every odd there is always that one thing or in this case person to break the odds.
You can only think about two scenarios as to what is going on. You already threw out the idea of having a strange dream or a hallucination as you knew this was too real to be an illusion. The first possibility is that this girl is some obsessed fan. You’ve seen fans on MLP sites trying to do the voices of characters or dressing up as a pony for a convention. This was the tame side of fans liking the show or a certain pony. But then there were the few who were in extreme. You remember once a girl who was on a forum you were on who swore she was Princess Celestia. Everything she wrote was not something a typical girl would write but that of the Princess of the Sun. At first it was cute, but then she began to demand people worshiping her. Eventually she was banned for harassing the others, but the memory of her still lingered. A sudden fear gripped you as you wondered if this was the same case with her, that she was so wrapped up in Pinkie Pie that she decided to abandon her normal self to become her. She seemed harmless enough right now, but you wonder what would happen if something snapped and she went insane. She might become upset or worse hurt herself or others. You wonder if even getting in the car with her would be a good idea.
There was another possibility, one that was farfetched but still there in your mind. She could be a living breathing laughing human version of Pinkie Pie. This was way out there in your mind as you knew, sometimes to your dismay that My Little Pony was just a cartoon. There were times that the world was like that of Equestria and the characters from the show appeared in some form. There was part of you that wanted to believe that the girl next to you was actually Pinkie Pie, but to do so you had to reject everything you knew about reality.
“We’re here,” Pinkie said suddenly, jarring out of your thoughts.
You step out of the car and look at the stores in front of you. It is a typical collection of places, anchored by a big box store. There’s a craft store, a bank, and a big building at the end called the Mega Chinese Buffet. You begin to walk to the buffet, thinking that Pinkie took you there. Buffets you’ve found were very dicey, either being really good or really bad, but if Pinkie liked it, you guessed it was ok.
“Hey, where are you going,” you hear and turn around to see the pink haired girl standing there with a confused look. “Oh I thought we were going to the Chinese Buffet,” you say to her.
“No silly, I only go there Thursday nights when it’s half off day. Plus I need a good three hours to get the full buffet experience. We’re going here for lunch.”
You look over where she’s pointing to. To the right of the big box store there’s a store front that looks like the shape of a castle. In big letters the sign reads: Pat’s Pizza and Party Plaza. You wonder what kind of a place would be named that or why Pinkie would be interested. You follow her into the door and are greeted by a strange sight. The inside of the store is decorated to look like a rainbow exploded inside, covering the walls and floors with color. In the back is a huge play structure made of big plastic colored tubes that twist and turn in all directions. One tube ends in a big roller slide while another ends in a ball pit. Near the front is a huge video arcade with a dozen or so blinking machines begging you to play them. On the right is a little eatery where Pinkie is leading you to.
“Um, Pinkie? You know this place is a kid’s party place right?”
“Yeah isn’t it great! It’s kind of quiet now but during the weekends it’s a blast! But the real reason I brought you here is for the pizza. It’s the best pizza in the town.”
Realizing that it’s useless to argue with her, you go up to the counter. Pinkie orders one of the personal sized pizzas to which you order the same. You then take a seat and wait for the order, taking advantage of the time to ask her some things.
“So, your name is actually Pinkie?”
“Yep, well actually it’s Pinkamena Diane Pie, but I like being called Pinkie. Plus, it’s kind of hard for people to remember my full name.”
“It just I’ve never heard someone called Pinkie, and I thought it was your nickname.”
“Nope, that’s my real name!”
“It’s just funny that your name is Pinkie and I’ve seen you with lots of pink things.”
“Oh you mean the car? Yeah I love pink! It’s such a happy color! Don’t you think pink is a happy color?”
“Yeah, I guess. So why do you like it at this place?”
“Well, the pizza is great and I like the games here. But I come here because I like seeing others happy, and that’s what this place is for. ”
The pizzas arrive and you take the time to see how good they really are.
“Hey, these pizzas are really good.”
“See, what I told you, ”Pinkie said before diving into another slice.
The two of you eat your pizza and enjoy talking with each other. Pinkie even asks you questions about you, although they’re strange like “What’s your favorite type of frosting” or “do you like kumquats?” You guess it’s her way of trying to find out more about you. Both of you are trying to figure out each other, testing to see if the two would get along outside of the bakery. You find that the more you learn about Pinkie Pie, the more you like about her. Your fear of getting to know someone who you are thinking has a great obsession of a cartoon character is quickly being melted away.
“Oh, it looks like we have to get back now,” Pinkie says as she gets up, “The cakes won’t bake themselves!”
You exit the Pizza Palace and follow her to the car, your mind thinking that maybe there is a possibility that you can actually be friends with your pink haired coworker, maybe even more.
The afternoon at the bakery was fairly easy for you and Pinkie Pie. All of the cake orders were taken care of, and aside from setting out a few more baked goods for the store you were just waiting around in case any new orders came in.
“Is it always like this, busy in the morning and calm in the afternoon?”
“Well, kind of,” Pinkie said as she bounced around cleaning up things, “All the baked things are done in the morning, so the afternoon is mainly just waiting for people to pick things up. Of course we have those doozy days ay the bakery, but I can tell when those are.”
“How can you tell? Are they certain days?”
“Oh no, it’s not certain days. I can tell by my Pinkie Sense.”
“Your Pinkie Sense,” you say, remembering how Pinkie Pie has that in the show, being able to predict things happening due to a certain part of her body acting up, “So, how does that work?”
“Well, when I have an itchy ear, it means we’re going to have a doozy of a day. When I have tingly nose, it means that someone’s either at the front door of my apartment or in the store. If I have a shivery spine, that means that one of my friends are sad.”
“Ok then,” you say surprised that this girl claims that she has the same strange powers that Pinkie pie from the show possesses, “so, is that all the things that happen to you?”
“Well, there are others too. There are some doozies too, like when my whole body shakes!”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I’m in love. But that really only happened once.”
When she said that Pinkie Pie for the first time made a frown, however so slight but still noticeable.
“What happened?”
“I … don’t really want to talk about it. What matters now is that things are great and I’m happy.”
“Well, I’m happy that you are happy,” you say.
“Awww… that’s a really nice thing to say. You know, you’re a really good guy. I was wondering how you would be when you showed up, but you’re actually really kind. There is one thing you need to do for me though.”
“What’s that?”
“Loosen up,” Pinkie shouted, catching you off guard, “I mean why so serious? Every time I’m talking to me you look like your nervous. You’re not thinking I’m going to hurt you, are you?”
“No, of course not,” you say. Granted you are still wondering how this girl is so much like the pink pony from the show, but you see nothing in her that makes her seem like she’d go crazy and hurt you.
“Alright then,” Pinkie said, “If we’re going to be good working together here, then I think we should be doing more things with each other outside of work.”
“Like what?”
“You know, going out to eat, watching movies, or just getting to know each other. I really want you to be my best friend. You want to be my friend too, right?”
“Sure I do. In fact you’ll be my first friend in town.”
“Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you,” Pinkie said as she runs and hugs you in a tight embrace as if she’s afraid you’ll change your mind.
“Pinkie, please let go. I can’t breathe.”
You struggle to keep your balance as she holds you tight, but suddenly your legs give out, sending you and the pink haired girl crashing to the floor. Recovering from your fall, you see that Pinkie is lying on top of you with a grin on her face. You glad that the Cakes didn’t walk in on this scene.
“Wooo! That was fun! We should do that again.”
“Pinkie, I think you should get off me now.”
“Why,” she asked before realizing exactly how suggestive the position she and you were in.
“Oops, awkward,” she said her face red with embarrassment as she stood up and then helped you up, “I mean awkward with you and I, not, you know. I’m not a prude or anything like that.”
“I understand. Hey, the day’s over isn’t it?”
“Yuppers! You’re first day was fun, wasn’t it?”
“Definitely. Hey, do you want to join me for dinner?”
“Sure! Where do you want to go?”
“How about the Burger Barn?”
“Okie dokie lokey,” she says throwing off her apron.
“Give me a second and I’ll drive you there.”
“Ok. Meet you outside then,” Pinkie said as she dashes out of the kitchen in a pink blur.
You smile as you put away your apron, thinking about the new friend you met and the wild time you’re sure to have with her.
You left the bakery to find Pinkie Pie standing there by your car, the still unwavering smile on her face that you’ve seen on her face. She looked like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to open her presents. “So are we ready to go,” she asks.
“Wait, how did you know that this was my car?”
“Just a guess I guess,” she said.
You wonder if maybe it was her Pinkie Sense that told her that this was your car. There was a certain wonder to that ability to know when things are about to happen. Sometimes you wished you had a little of Pinkie’s ability to prevent any bad things from happening to you. There was an element of worry too with her ability. If it was like telepathy, would she be able to know what you were thinking? You made a note to be careful of what you think about her when you’re with her, just in case.
You begin driving to your destination as Pinkie Pie starts signing a tune of the radio.
“Oooo! This one’s my favorite!”
“Mine too,” you say shocked at the coincidence.
“Hey, do you want to sing with me?”
“Um… sing? I don’t really sing much, except in the shower.”
“Yeah I know. I can hear you singing above,” she said with a smile.
“Oh, you heard me,” you responded a little embarrassed.
“Awww! Don’t feel embarrassed! You’re a great signer. You know what I think your problem is?”
“What is it?”
“You’re so worried about what others think! So what if people think you’re strange if you’re signing. You’re not hurting anyone or upsetting them. If I had a dollar for every time someone thought I was strange, I could afford to buy my own bouncy castle and live in it, or maybe even buy my own version of Pat’s Pizza and Party Palace. So come on, open your mouth and sing!”
You look over briefly and see Pinkie Pie staring back at you as if waiting to see how you will respond. Although she says nothing, her face shows everything you need, telling you, “Relax, it’s going to be ok. Trust me. “You then find yourself opening your mouth and for the first time singing. She simply smiles and starts singing along with you. For a moment you think that your voice is going to sound so terrible that Pinkie pie is going to not let you sing again. To your surprise you find that she is singing with along with you, your melodies matching each other perfectly. It was as if the two of you have been singing for years together.
“Wow, you’re a natural,” Pinkie said after the song ended.
“Thanks,” you say satisfied, “You’re a great singer too.”
“Awww thanks! Ooo! What’s that?”
You turn to see her pointing to the back seat area. You can’t look behind while driving and you have no clue what it is your pink haired passenger is looking at. To your knowledge there’s nothing on the back seat of interest, and on the floor is a lone window scrapper which you don’t think even she would find an interest in.
“What’s what, Pinkie?”
“That pink thing in your back window silly!”
You realize that in the back of your car is the small plastic Pinkie Pie toy that has accompanied you on all your trips ever since you became a fan of the show.
“Oh, um… that’s my pony toy.”
“Wait a minute, you watch My Little Pony?”
There was no way to hide or deny it now, so the only thing left was to tell the truth.
“Yeah, I like that show.”
“Me too,” Pinkie suddenly shouts with excitement, “Oh I love watching all the episodes. I also like collecting fan art and reading fanfics. Oooo, who’s your favorite character? Wait a minute, I know that answer. It’s Pinkie Pie, right?”
“Yes, she’s my favorite pony.”
“Mine too,” she exclaims with a giggle, “Hey, we share something more in common than just baking.”
You can’t help but laugh when Pinkie declares she likes her pony counterpart. It was a dead giveaway that she liked the pink pony with her hyper personality and pink hair.
“What’s so funny,” she asks.
“Oh, nothing. Actually we’re here, so I’ll tell you when I get inside.”
“Okie dokie lokie,” she says as she hops out of the car.”
The Burger Barn was a restaurant themed like a barn you’ve visited before with your parents. It was nicer than a fast food place but not a very fancy restaurant. You wanted a place that you think she would like to eat at while not being fancy to give her the wrong idea that this was a date. You were satisfied about being friends with her, but you needed more time to get to know her.
“Wow this is a really nice place,” Pinkie said as she sat in a booth across from you.
“So this is a new place for you?”
“No, I’ve been here before. I’m just saying it’s a nice place. You should try the ribs. They’re great!”
“Wait, you eat ribs?”
“Of course I do? What, did you think I eat salads?”
You realized that despite looking and acting like Pinkie pie, she wasn’t a pony. There was no reason that she would therefore be forced into eating grains or vegetables.
“Oh no, it just that I didn’t know you liked ribs too. Do you want to split a full rack?”
“No thanks. I’m so hungry I think I can eat a full one by myself.”
The two of you order your ribs and take the moment to converse with each other.
“So what were you going to tell me that you said would wait until we got here?”
“Oh, well I just find it interesting that you have the same personality as Pinkie Pie from the show, Pinkie.”
“Wow, really? I mean, I know watching the show that I’m kind of similar to her, but I’m not that similar to her, am I?”
“You’re exactly like her actually, well except for being a pony.”
“Oh wow, that’s really neat. Ever since I saw her, I really liked her, but I never imagined being exactly like her. That’s a good thing right, being like her from the show?”
“I think it’s a great thing .”
Thanks for saying that about me.”
“You’re welcome,” you say happy that she took your words as a compliment.
You are amazed at the fact that she was aware of Pinkie Pie and yet felt that her personality was although similar was separate from the pink pony. This confirmed in your mind that this Pinkie Pie was not putting on an elaborate act to trying to be the pony, she actually was her!
“Hey, I just realized something,” Pinkie said, “You like Pinkie Pie from the show, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you said that I’m like her.”
“Definitely,” you say unsure of what she’s getting at.
“Sooo…. That means you like me too, right?”
You are blindsided by the question, feeling like you are now a rat trapped in a cage. She stares at you from across the table, her beautiful sparkling eyes staring at you, waiting for an answer. It’s as if she’s trying to read your mind, looking for your decision before you even say it. But there’s something else there in those eyes and in that coy little smile she’s giving you. It’s as if she’s saying, “Come on give me a chance to show you how much I care about you.”
“Yes, Pinkie, I like you, and not just because you are like my favorite character. You’re nice to be around, so friendly and kind.”
“Oooh how sweet of you,” she says, “You want to know a secret?”
“Sure.”
“I really like you too. Of course you’re not like a pony from the show but you’re also really nice to me, more than most are.” “Pinkie, why…”
You are about to ask what she meant when the waitress arrives with your dinner setting aside your thoughts for later.
“Come on, let’s eat,” Pinkie says as she dives into her ribs, barbecue sauce splattering her face.
The rest of dinner was spent with you and Pinkie Pie enjoying your meal and your time together. The more you got to know her, the more you could picture yourself spending more time with her. Gone was your worry about how she would act towards you. She was Pinkie Pie through and through, and even though you could not explain how it was possible you really had no reason to even think about it. What mattered was you two were friends.
“Ahhh,” Pinkie pie said as she slumped in her booth contently her face covered in barbecue sauce, “those were some good ribs! You liked yours too, right?”
“Definitely. Um… you know your face is covered in sauce, right?”
“Oopsie! I guess I got carried away with eating. I’ll be right back.”
She quickly zipped out of the booth and towards the bathroom as you had a moment to yourself. You recounted the day and how it started out as normal as it could be and how it turned into anything but. In one short day you gained a neighbor, a friend, and an invitation to a world of possibilities thanks to meeting her. You knew that your life would be forever changed, and thankfully it was for the better.
“I’m back,” Pinkie said, “and I have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?”
“If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it? Follow me!”
You paid for your dinner and followed Pinkie through the restaurant until you reached the bar area. Even for a weekday, there was still a decent crowd in the area. That’s when you saw it, the DJ equipment and the monitor which all pointed to it being karaoke night.
“Surprise,” Pinkie said, “You and I are going to sing our favorite song!”
You were struck by the request as fear washed over you. Now you were no longer singing in the shower or in front of just Pinkie Pie. You would be singing in front of total strangers.
“Um… Pinkie, I don’t know if I could do this.”
“Sure you can! Look at me, if I didn’t think you could, I wouldn’t have set this up, but I know you can sing. So let’s give these people a show!”
The two of you got up on the stage as the music started. You watched as Pinkie went first, singing her part. As you saw her take on the crowds and singing without fear, you felt all doubt melt away. It was as if it was just you and her singing to each other. Then on cue you began to sing. The two of you easily went through the song as the crowd cheered you on. When it was over, the people at the bar wanted an encore to which the two of you were happy to oblige. With a happy end to your time out, the two of you left the Burger Barn.
“That was a great time, wasn’t it,” you said to Pinkie as you drove back to the bakery.
“Sure was! And you know what made it better?”
“What’s that?”
“You silly! I like to go out to dinner and sing karaoke, but it’s much better when I have someone to share the fun with!”
“You’re right, it is better with you too.”
At last you pulled up to where Pinkie’s car was parked.
“So, I guess that’s goodnight,” you said feeling down cast as you knew that the fun day was coming to a close.
“Awww… don’t be upset. We’ll have lots of fun tomorrow.”
Then unexpectedly the pink haired girl gives you a kiss on the cheek. It was a beautiful kiss that sent your mind and heart spinning for a few seconds, but you would last longer than that.
“Thanks for the good time,” she said as she hopped out of your car, got into hers, and drove away leaving you still stunned at the kiss.
Reality then came back to you as you pulled out of the empty bakery parking lot and back home. Upon arriving you took one last look at the pink car, reminding you of its owner and your new friend. With a smile on your face you head upstairs to your apartment, excited for the next day and the new adventures you would have with Pinkie Pie. That night you dream of her dancing and singing with an unbelievable sense of joy in her face, reminding you of how lucky you were to have her as a friend.
It has been a month since your first day at Sugar Cane Corner and your first day meeting Pinkie Pie. You remember that day like it was yesterday, how you expected nothing and instead got everything you wanted and more. You still find it strange, how you not only met and became instant friends with someone on the first day, but that this someone just happened to have the exact personality of your favorite pony. There was no act, no elaborate role playing by some crazed fan who desired to be Pinkie Pie. She was Pinkie Pie, just a human version.
You realized that there was no debating the how or why you got into this situation, nor did you want to. You remembered when you once asked your mother why good surprises happen to people to which she told you that like receiving a present you don’t ask why it was sent to you, just to be glad you received one. This girl named Pinkie Pie was a gift, a chance to find a new friend and to never have a dull life.
The weeks passed by like a blur. Your time spent at the bakery was fairly ordinary, well as ordinary as you could get having Pinkie Pie as your partner. The two of you worked perfectly together, like you shared the same thoughts. The two of you moved about the kitchen like two dancers across a floor. Of course Pinkie’s idea of baking was literally dancing as she mixed, molded, and decorated. Mr. and Mrs. Cake were even pleased at the fact that the two of you were getting along very well. Having two bakers also cut the time down easier with less effort.
Most of your day involved making baked goods and selling them at the store. Occasionally you would help deliver something to a special occasion. Pinkie was always there with you, helping to pass the travel time with singing of talking with you. Lunchtime was usually spent at Pat’s Pizza and Party Palace. Thankfully the place had more than pizza; otherwise you might have become sick just seeing it. Sometimes there you would join Pinkie in playing a game like the Dance Factory. Pinkie always seemed to beat you at that game, dancing effortlessly to the music.
The evens were the best times of all, shattering any monotony in the day. Every night was different and in Pinkie’s case on a whim. There was a certain unspoken rule that the two of you made where one night you would pick the place while the other she would. Most week nights were simply just going out to eat and enjoy each other’s time together. Weekends are usually the craziest of times where you do more activities like walking in the park, going out dancing at a club, going bowling, or watching a movie. There are times that the two of you do spend apart and at home, giving you both time to do things around the house, but you realize that even when you’re apart from her, you’ll see her in no time.
There are certain events that you had the most fun with. One time you and Pinkie Pie spent a whole day at a fair riding the rides, checking the exhibits and vendors, and enjoying the food. Another time Pinkie suggested that the two of you go horseback riding, something you never imagined doing but found it very nice. All of these events made your life even better than before.
Lately though you have seen a change in Pinkie Pie. It started out subtle, barely noticeable to you, but now was very apparent. At first it was the little things like the way she acted even happier than she was normally or the way she found even the simplest of things you said adorable. You then noticed that she began to be more concerned about the way she looked. Before, she didn’t care if she went out with you in faded clothes with bits of dough and icing caked on. Now she would spend the time making sure she looked right before going out to dinner, even going as far as bringing an extra set of clothes with her.
Then there was the way she looked and spoke to you. You at first couldn’t put your finger on it, but there was a change. She always would look at you before, except when she was distracted by something, but now it was as if her eyes were watching your every movement however so slight. Looking into her eyes, you found beyond the cheerfulness a deep longing for something. When she spoke to you there was a certain tone to her, a passion that cut through her normal excited voice.
It was then you realized it: Pinkie Pie was not just thinking about you as a friend. There was something more happening, a building desire to know you and be with you. You tried to deny it, pushing aside the observations as false. But one day you came to the realization, the thing that made your heart leap for joy and terrified you at the same time. Pinkie Pie was in love with you, and even more so was that you loved her.
Your day began normally; well as normal as it was having a girl who was a humanized version of Pinkie Pie as your friend. You got ready and waited for Pinkie to appear from her apartment. Sure enough she ran out the door and immediately gave you a hug, almost knocking you over in the process.
“Hi boyfriend,” she said suddenly, with a wide grin.
You were surprised by what she said, more than her tackle hugging you. Before, she would almost always call you by your name. Sometimes she would call you friend or neighbor. This was the first time she ever called you as a boyfriend. You never officially declared yourself to be her boyfriend, yet it seems now it didn’t matter. Pinkie claimed you already.
“Um… hi Pinkie. Are you ready to go?”
“Yuppers,” she said as she made her way to the car with you following, your mind still surprised at what she said. The ride to Sugar Cane Corner was fairly normal except for one thing. Pinkie Pie would constantly switch between watching the road and looking over at you. It was almost as if she was checking to make sure you didn’t magically poof from the car, leaving her alone. You were less annoyed about it and more worried that she would cause an accident from looking over at you so much.
“Why did you keep looking at me,” you asked as Pinkie parked at the bakery.
“Oh, nothing,” she said casually, “I just wanted to see your cute sexy face!”
With that she gave an unmistakable flirty wink as she turned and sashed her way into the bakery. As you followed her, you knew that without a doubt she made you’re her boyfriend. Before you wondered if it was true or if you were just imagining things, but it seemed overnight that she had thrown all doubts out the window.
You then began to have an unsettling feeling of doubt within your mind well up at the thought of being Pinkie Pie’s boyfriend. It was like there were two parts of your brain were fighting with each other. One side told you that there was no reason to not love her, that she was everything you wanted. Then there was the other side that wondered if you had what it took to be her boyfriend, if you were good enough for her. You wondered how life would be being with her more then you were now, of giving your heart to her. Sure the two of you were great as friends, but would you be great as a couple? Would the fun last or would you both have trouble being together? Your number one fear from your thoughts was that things would get so out of hand that you would lose her not only as a girlfriend but as a friend too, something you never wished to happen.
The day at the bakery stretched on fairly normally although you did notice some things about Pinkie Pie. In addition to being conscious about how she looked in front of you, you noticed that she kept flaunting her appearance. It was as if she was trying to be a pin up model, posing every time you looked at her. She would also always give you a flirty look when she was talking to you. You began to wonder if she was just trying to impress you or if this how she truly would be if you were her boyfriend.
During the day you heard Pinkie declaring to everyone she met that she had a boyfriend. It wasn’t just the Cakes she mentioned this to. Instead it was every single person who walked into the door who just wanted to buy something, only to be accosted by her declaring her love. Even when you two went out to Pat’s Pizza and Party Palace, she continued her happy declaration. For a moment you thought that it would be out of her system when you returned to work but she kept on acting flirty around you and telling others about your relationship.
With the day over, you actually dreaded for the first time going out to dinner with her, fearing how she’d act now that she had the idea that the two of you were in a relationship.
“Are you ready to go out?”
“I guess,” you say as you hold your breath as to where she would pick.
“Okie dokie! Because tonight it’s going to be really special.”
“How so?”
“You’re coming over to my place to dinner!”
“Ok,” you said as you got into her car and the two of you headed back to her apartment.
For a moment you thought that this would be good, that she wouldn’t be running around and telling everyone in the restaurant that she’s your girlfriend. Then you realize that you are going to her house, a place you’ve never been to. To you a house was a private thing, a place where you felt comfortable being you. To invite someone into your personal space meant that they wanted to take the relationship to a more personal level. Now you knew that pinkie Pie wasn’t just saying how close she wanted to be with you, she meant it!
You pulled up to the house as she unlocked the door to her apartment. For a moment you stood at the threshold, wondering if this was a good idea.
“Hey there,” she said poking her head through the opening, “Are you coming in?”
“Yeah,” you said with a deep breath as you entered Pinkie’s domain.
The apartment looked like a giant pastel rainbow exploded, covering the place in color. The walls were painted a pink color that matched Pinkie’s pelt from the show and the ceiling had a color of a light blue like the girl’s eyes. The wooden floor had a huge area rug in the living room that was a dark pink like her hair. The furniture was all brightly colored like something from the 60s. There were shelves filled with books, music, movies, and a large amount of pinkie pie related things. It appeared as if she had raided the local department store for everything related to the pink pony and displayed it proudly in her living room.
“So do you like my place?”
“Yeah, it’s nice,’ you said to her as you still tried to take it all in.
“Ooo… let me show you the rest,” she said as she grabbed you by the hand and pulled you along, showing you the kitchen, the spare room, and the bathroom.
“And here’s my room,” she announced as she opened a door.
The room was surprisingly organized, more that even yours. Just like the rest of the house, the room was a rainbow of color all down to the pink sheets of the bed. You felt yourself begin to sweat as she showed you possibly the most intimate place in the house.
“So, do you like it,” you heard her say.
“What?”
“My bed silly! You’ve been staring at it for a while now. Hey, do you want to sit on it?”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It’s so nice and soft. In fact why don’t you come lay down and cuddle with your girlfriend.”
With a flirty wink she laid on the bed as if she was posing.
“Um… maybe later.”
“Okie dokie lokie,” she said with a shrug, “You must be hungry, so let me start dinner.”
After the bedroom incident you began to wonder if this was a mistake. You liked Pinkie, but you felt that she was taking things way too fast for your taste. You had to tell her how you felt, but you didn’t know how or when would be the right moment.
You waited in the living room as she was cooking and singing at the same time. She was so happy sounding that you didn’t want to spoil it or worse cause her to lose her concentration and create some bad meal.
“Ok, dinner’s ready,” you heard her say as her voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
You sat down as Pinkie made a delicious looking hamburger for you with bleu cheese and bacon.
“Well, Pinkie, if this looks as good as it tastes, I’ll be amazed.”
You took a bite as you marveled at the wonderful tastes in your mouth.
“This burger is great!”
“I knew you’d love it,” Pinkie said as she ate hers.
The two of you ate in relative silence as both your mouths were filled. Finally the pink haired girl spoke.
“Oh this is so exciting cooking for you. It’s like we’re living together already! Just you, me and these burgers, well not anymore since we ate them.”
“Pinkie,” you said as you swallowed the last bite of the burger, “We need to talk.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, it’s about our relationship…”
“Oh, you want to take it to another level, eh Mr. Flirty Pants?”
“Yeah, actually I think we need to take things slower.”
“Slower,” Pinkie said stunned as if that word hit her like a ton of bricks.
“Yeah, look I like you, but I think we should just be friends until we can really get to know each other. That’s ok with you, isn’t it?”
“Oh, ok,” Pinkie says as her normally happy expression becomes flat at the news.
The rest of the time spent at her apartment was met in an eerie silence with her. Gone was her normally happy bouncy demeanor. Now she just sat there, barely saying much.
“Well, I had a great time tonight with you Pinkie,” you said trying to end the night on a happier note, “Thanks for showing me your place, and for the food.”
She looks up at you momentarily and says in a flat tone, “Okie dokie lokie,” before looking away.
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
That response was met with silence from your friend. As you return to your apartment, you wonder if you did the right thing telling Pinkie how you wanted to take things slowly. Granted it wasn’t an easy thing for her to hear, but it needed to be said. You just hoped that she would take it ok and that everything would be better the next day.
That night you had a nightmare. You arrived at the bakery to find that all the lights were out and not a single soul was there. As you walk from the store to the kitchen, you hear a strange laugh echo through the dark room. You knew it was Pinkie Pie’s voice, but it sounded different, almost darker.
“Pinkie,” you called out in your dreams, “Are you there?”
Your question resulted in another chilling laugh.
“Pinkie, where are you?”
A light suddenly turned on in the distance, illuminating only a small part of the room. You walk towards the light, hoping that Pinkie was there. As you slowly move in your dreams towards the lit space you find no Pinkie there.
“Pinkie, this isn’t funny. Come out and meet me.”
“Oh I’m right here silly,” a twisted voice was heard, “in fact, I’m right behind you!”
You turn and see Pinkie standing there, her clothes shredded and her entire body covered in dirt. Her hair was not poofy but straight down. The worse thing was her twisted smile and her eyes which while staring at you while staring at nothing. “Want some cupcakes,” she said as her voice suddenly turned deep and demonic.
You woke up from the nightmare as the clock radio buzzed at the exact same time. You quickly look around to see where you were. To your delight you were not in the dark bakery but in the safety of your bedroom. Although the dream was bad, you try to push it from your mind as you get ready for the day. As you get dressed and have breakfast, you notice that something was off. It was subtle but nonetheless clearly missing. The voice of Pinkie Pie happily singing while she was getting ready was gone, replaced by an awkward silence. You wondered if she was ok after telling her that you wanted to take things slow. You never seen her as a person that would easily get upset, but this was something close to her. You basically told her that the way she envisioned your relationship wasn’t working, a reality that you in hindsight were unsure of saying to her.
As you leave for work, you realize that it was your turn to take Pinkie to work. You wait by your car, hoping that she would appear from her apartment. The fact that she’s usually outside before you and this time she was not was troubling. You waited for several minutes until you could wait no longer for you job. With a heavy sigh, you drive to work, an unsettling journey as you no longer have the joyful voice of your friends talking and singing to you.
At work, you noticed that the Cakes’ were as equally shocked to not see you with Pinkie Pie.
“Where’s Pinkie,” they asked you.
“I don’t know. She didn’t leave her apartment. Maybe she’s sick.”
“It’s just that, well, Pinkie hardly misses work dear,” Mrs. Cake said.
“Really?”
“Yes, she’s pretty much always on time,” Mr. Cake added, “One time she came in sick with the flu. When I asked her why she wasn’t at home, she said she didn’t want to miss work. Eventually I had to tell her to go home especially after she sneezed on an order. So to have her home is unsettling. Nothing happened last night, did it?”
“No, not really,” you lied not wanting to upset the owners at the loss of their co-worker, “You really like her, don’t you?”
“Of course dear,” Mrs. Cake said, “Even though she can be a little… hyper… she is a joy to be around. She’s like a daughter to us.”
“It’s really nice that you two are together,” Mr. Cake said, “I remember the last time Pinkie had a boyfriend. Things were ok, but then he said that he was in love with someone else and broke up with Pinkie. Well you can imagine she was crushed. She didn’t come in for days after that. It was like her joy went out of her. I and my wife actually had to talk to her to convince her to come back.”
You felt a sense of dread at what you did after hearing what happened to her before. You wondered if Pinkie was now feeling the same way as she did when she was jilted before. All you wanted to do was to let the relationship take its course rather than rush through it. Now you wonder if she thought you abandoned her completely.
The day at the bakery was a sobering experience without Pinkie. Not only did you have to do most of the work in the kitchen alone, you had no one to talk to. It was like there was a hole felt in your world, and the only one to fill it was her. Not only were you reminded of her absence by her physically not being there, but there were other reminders. Every person that came into the bakery asked about where Pinkie was and where sad to see her not there. You never realized how many your friend’s presence was important until now, touching many lives with her joy.
Lunchtime came and you decided not to go to Pat’s Pizza and Party Palace knowing that you’d get the same questions about Pinkie Pie there too. You decided that getting some fast food was the best option given how many knew Pinkie Pie from town. While eating alone you realized how much you missed her and how having her rushed relationship was better than none at all. Deep down you loved her and your day was a little darker without her. You knew after work you had to see her, to tell her how you felt and to make sure everything was ok.
After your day at work you quickly hurry back to the apartment. Pinkie’s car was still sitting in the driveway indicating she was most likely in the house. You walk up to her door and knock on it.
“Pinkie, it’s me. I want to talk to you.”
You hear nothing in response and begin to worry if she was really ok. A thought came to mind and you try the door handle. To your surprise the door opens. You realized that Pinkie must have been distraught enough to not lock the door. You wondered if she even locked it since you left the night before.
“Pinkie, are you here?”
You hear laughter from somewhere and follow the sound. The living room and kitchen are empty and dark. You see a light from under the door of her bedroom and her talking to someone. You slowly push open the door and are shocked at what you see. There sitting on the bed is Pinkie Pie, dressed in the same clothes as you saw her from before. Her hair, like in the dream you had, was no longer poofy but straight down. The strangest thing was that she did not acknowledge you at all coming in. Instead she was fixated on a big white teddy bear that you saw on her bed the night before.
“So Mr. Fluffy, do you like being my boyfriend?”
There was a long awkward pause as if the pink haired girl was listening for a response.
“What’s that? You say you’ll love me forever and you’ll never leave me? Awww… that’s so nice of you!”
“Um… Pinkie? Can you stop talking to your teddy bear now and talk to me?”
“Oh look Mr. Fluffy,” she says turning towards you briefly for a moment then back to the animal, “It’s the guy that didn’t want to be boyfriend. What are you going to do about it my love?”
Suddenly Pinkie Pie threw the white bear at you, although she assumed that the bear was actually attacking you instead. Lucky for you, you saw the bear being thrown at you and you quickly knocked it aside.
“What have you done to my boyfriend,” Pinkie exclaimed with a shock.
“Alright Pinkie, it’s time to get back to reality. I need to talk to you right now.”
“Well, I don’t want to talk to you Mr. Meanie Pants,” she said as she folded her arms and turned away from you.
“Ok, then I hope that you hear me when I say this. Pinkie Pie, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I upset you.”
The pink haired girl let out only a disgruntled sound as if she wasn’t buying what you said.
“When you came into my life, it was the best thing that could ever happen to me. You showed me what it meant to love life, and that’s something that I could never forget. But then something changed as we got to know each other and I started to think of you more as friends. But then you started calling me your boyfriend and telling everyone you met and I got scared that I wouldn’t be the right guy for you. I didn’t want to break your heart by having you find out if that was true, but I did it anyway when I told you I wanted to take things slow, and for that I’m truly sorry. You must think I’m the worst person now, and I don’t blame you. If you don’t want to be my girlfriend or even my friend, I’ll understand. But I just wanted to say to you that I love you Pinkie Pie, and I always will.”
Having said what you needed to say, you turned to leave the room when suddenly you hear a familiar voice behind you.
“You really love me like that?”
You turn around to see her looking at you, her face contorted in a surprise.
“Yes Pinkie I love you.”
Like a balloon inflating her hair returned to its normal poofy state as her face lights up and a smile forms.
“Oh you do love me,” she said as she leapt off the bed and gave you a big, “It’s so great to see you again!”
“So you forgive me?”
“Of course silly,” she said as she grabbed you and gave you a long passionate kiss on the lips that seemed to last an eternity.
As she kissed you, you felt a wave of love and joy surge from her and into you, the same feeling you had when you first met her. It was a feeling that you never wanted to be without ever again in your life. Then suddenly you felt your body go limp and everything went black.
You slowly awake the next morning, unsure of where you are or what happened. Slowly your senses return to, starting with your touch. You feel that you are lying on something soft yet firm with something else that if soft being wrapped around your body. You then begin to smell the heavenly aroma of something sweet being baked nearby. It is when you hear your hearing returned that you know something strange happened last night. You hear a familiar voice singing a happy tune.
At first you thought that maybe after you made up with Pinkie Pie you went home and passed out on your bed. You realized that that for some reason the time between meeting her and returning home was strangely lost. It was then you realized that there was only one other option that could explain where you were and what was happening. You had to find out what happened, no matter what the cost was.
You open your eyes to find to your shock that Pinkie Pie is staring down at you!
“Hi there sleepy head!”
You jumped in surprise and almost made the girl fall backwards. You realized then that you were in Pinkie’s house, in her bedroom, and in her bed!
“Um… Pinkie? We didn’t do… you know… last night, did we?”
“Did what,” Pinkie said with a confused look on her face.
“You know… it?”
Pinkie stood a few moments trying to figure out what you meant. She wasn’t normally a dense person, but as you attempted to be cryptic, you lost her. Finally her confused face shifted to one as if a light bulb appeared in her head.
“Oh… now I know what you mean. No we didn’t do that last night. Um…yeah, I can see how you’d think that waking up in my bed.”
“Well, why am I in your bed?”
“Well, I kind of kissed you and I think you um… passed out. Thankfully you were near my bed when that happened. You looked so peaceful that I just left you there. Don’t worry, I have a really comfy couch that I slept on.”
“You mean I slept the entire evening and night?”
“Yuppers! Just about twelve hours. You know, you’re kind of cute when you sleep, except when you snore, although you don’t really snore. Your nose kind of makes a whistling sound when you sleep. Anyway, you must be hungry. I’m making pancakes if you want some. Can’t work on an empty stomach!”
“Actually I’m going to get changed first,” you said as you rolled out of bed, “I don’t want to show dressed in the same thing I was yesterday at the bakery. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
“Okie dokie lokie,” she said with a smile as you head back to your apartment.
While getting dressed, you realized how you were given a great gift, the chance to be with a girl that loved you as much as you loved her. Never again would you pass up this gift as some random occurrence or something to be taken for granted. You also learned that whether you’re in a friendship or a relationship, it never is perfect. Like Pinkie and her excitement of being your boyfriend, you learned to look past any flaws and accept Pinkie Pie as being Pinkie Pie.
You return to Pinkie Pie’s place to find that she had the kitchen table all set up with a pile of fluffy pancakes set up with your name on it.
“Eat up,” Pinkie said as she dove into her set pancakes.
“By the way,” you said to her in between bites, “thank you.”
“For what,” Pinkie Pie, “the pancakes?”
“Well the pancakes are nice, but I want to thank you for being my friend and my girlfriend and just being you.” “Oh you’re welcome! I’m glad being your girlfriend and being me. I also glad you’re my boyfriend ! But can I ask you something?”
“Um… sure.”
“What made you like me? Was it my hair or my eyes or my personality?”
“Actually, it was your smile.”
“My smile?”
“Yeah, you’re smile attracted me to you like a magnet. When I see you smile, no matter what kind of a day I’m having I can’t help but smile.”
“Awww! That’s so sweet! I love to make others smile. That’s what I do. And when others smile it makes me happy. Anyway, we have to get going soon. Those cakes won’t bake on their own!”
You helped Pinkie clean up and then made your way out to the car.
“Alright, it’s my turn to drive,” you say as you head you your car.
“Okie dokie lokie,” she says as she gets into the car.
As you leave your house for another day of your you realize that life had never been sweeter now that you were with a girl named Pinkie Pie.
The End…
“Hey Mr. Narrator!”
Pinkie Pie?
“Yuppers. Hey I just read your story and I wanted to tell you that I really liked it!”
But… how did you read it when I’m just writing it?
“Oh don’t worry about that silly! Anyway there’s one thing that I think you should fix.”
What’s that?
“You say at the end of the story The End. But it’s not the end. I mean I’m still in love with him.”
I didn’t say that it was the end of your relationship, just the end of the story.
“Okie dokie lokie! Oh, and why don’t you tell the reader my boyfriend’s name? I mean wouldn’t it be better if you just called him…”
It’s called a second person fanfic. I wanted to make the reader feel that they met you and fell in love with you.
“But I already have a boyfriend.”
I know but it’s just a way of writing.
“Okies, I have to go! It’s karaoke night! Bye Mr. Narrator!”
