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// Part one of one 
// Story: Chance Meeting 
// by Wilhelm 
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Author’s note: This is a one off story I came up with after reading cupcake.
If the Idea of Cupcake make’s you sad stop reading, if not then enjoy.
Inter-dimensional Airport Alpha.
Marie’s day hadn’t been going that well so far; that morning she had been stuck behind a delivery of cattle to some weird 5d dimension, the person on shift before her had taken the computer key with her and now she had to organise over 56789 flight’s before lunch. She was so wrapped up in her work that she nearly didn’t notice a series of knocks coming for the other side of her desk. 
With a sigh, she put down the file she had been trying to sort and looked over the desk, expecting some fat stupid tourist who couldn’t find their own hand in front of their face; what she saw instead presently surprised her. Standing in front of her was an adorable pink pony carrying 2 suitcases on her back. After regaining herself Marie asked “Is there anything I can help you with miss?”.
“Why yes there is”,“Can you tell me when the flight to MLP FIM world 325 leaves?” Replied the mare, her deep blue eyes radiating happiness and love. “Why certainly, let me see, the next flight to world 325 leaves in 46 minutes and by the way do you need any help with those bags, if you don’t mind me asking” replied Marie her gaze fixed on the mares eyes. “Aw that’s sweet but I can mange” replied the mare giggling to herself, “But because you offered I’ll give you this”. The mare opened one of her suitcases and rummaged around for a while until she triumphantly lifted her head out, a blue rainbow coloured cupcake balanced on her nose. With no effort at all, she managed to place the cupcake on Marie’s desk while at the same time humming to a song about cupcakes to herself.
Marie stared at the cupcake flabbergast, it seemed to radiate awesomeness, she felt herself drooling at the shear wonder of what she smelt in front of her. “This, this is an amazing gift but I don’t think I’ve deserved it”.
“Don’t be silly, of course you’ve deserved it, you’ve been a great help” sang the mare, bouncing up and down on the spot. “Well if you insist” Marie scoped up the cupcake and quickly devoured it, not caring that she was in clear view of most passerby’s.

While Marie was busy devouring her culinary masterpiece Pinkie pie bounced off towards the waiting area, extremely joyful that the cupcake she had made with rainbow dash had caused such happiness, it was a shame she couldn’t make anymore, but that was what this trip for. She squealed in joy at the thought of being able to bake with her friend again, it would be so much fun and to think she had said that it was “crazy, or inpony” well she certainly learnt her lesson. Still it was too bad that she had to go to a different dimension each time she wanted to bake, but hey no one said this was going to be easy.
Pinkie was so wrapped in the memories of the last ‘baking’ session that she didn’t pay attention to where she was going and bounded right into another passager. Pinkie quickly got up and shook her head to clear the fuzziness and looked up at the creature she had bumped into. 
The ‘creature’ in question turned out to a tall human dressed in a brightly coloured shirt and shorts carrying a small leather suitcase, nothing unusual in an Inter-dimensional Airport like this; what was unusual was the man’s face, instead of Caucasian or Asian face you normally saw from Humans, whose planet’s could travel through dimension walls this man had a cold, Nordic face, his small beady eyes taking every detail around him through his thin spectacles, which seemed to give the man a aura of dread and evil.
Pinkie stared at the man for a second before jumping up to eye level, “What’s your name?” enquired Pinkie while bouncing on the spot like a pogo stick on a trampoline. The man glared at Pinkie a look of disgust and hate forming on his normally impartial face.  “Hey no need to be a grumpy” said pinkie while pouting. “Hey I know what you need” Pinkie reached into her suitcase and pulled out another blue cupcake, smiling wildly she held out the cupcake, expecting him to take out of her hoof and gobble it up like everyone else had. 

He didn’t, instead he continued to stare directly into pinkie eyes and then slowly and clearly ordered her to “Get out of mein way, you stupid pony” in broken English, his cold flat tone radiating authority and fear. Dumbstruck Pinkie stayed perfectly still, her mind unable to comprehend how someone could reject her cupcakes and even worse, reject her.
She was so busy trying to wrap her mind around the conundrum that she failed to notice the Nordic man’s face turn red from rage as he noticed that she hadn’t moved. The man was so angry that his face turned beetroot red and he pulled his arm back ready to send the the small mare flying, but at the last second he regained his composer, lower his arm back to his side and step around the pink mare, who had failed to notice how close she had come to been knocked off her feet.

With a slow sigh the man looked back at the mare, slightly amused how by how much it reminded him of his pony, back in his private Munich stables. A small smile crept across his face as he remembered the first time he had gone racing, it had been such hard work but it had been fun and had helped teach him lesson’s about his mounted troops, lesson’s that he had put to good use. He shook his head clearing his mind; he was on holiday for god’s sake he was supposed to be enjoying himself not remembering the war. “Maybe I’ll write a book about that one day” he mused to himself before continuing down the terminal in a military fashion. 

All this had been unnoticed by pinkie was still deep in thought; suddenly she jumped up into the air squealing to herself, for she had cracked it. “I know what you need, A PARTY! Parties make everything better, there be cake, streamers, ball...” Pinkie had noticed that the man she had been talking to had vanished “Well that’s not very nice, but he did look busy” muttered pinkie to herself “I’ll have a party later just to be safe”  and with that she continued on her way, prancing along the terminal, her strides broke only by her occasional jumps into the air.


By Kaiser Wilhelm II German Emperor 
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P.S: Post who you think the man was.