Pinkie stood in the graveyard. It was very cold that night, and the rough ground was beginning to hurt her hooves.
She put some cupcakes down on the mound, and sat there until she began to feel slightly numb. She stayed a while longer, until nothing hurt.
After a few minutes, she got up and turned to leave.
“Where d'you think you're going, Pinkie?”
Pinkie looked behind her.
“You're dead, Dashie.”
She wasn't very surprised.
She laughed; the cupcake disappeared from her hoof, and Pinkie noticed that the few cupcakes she had left hadn't been touched. “Of course I am, candy-head. Take a look at this.” Her hoof went through her gravestone; she wiggled it a bit and grinned. “Cool, right?”
“You're not real, Dashie. I'm seeing things. I really miss you, but you're not coming back.”
She turned back and continued walking.
“I'm sorry for going so quick, Pinkie.”
She stopped walking.
“It wasn't your fault.”
“Maybe not. But I'm the Element of Loyalty, remember?”
“Celestia took it from you. At the funeral.” She winced as she finished the sentence.
She snorted. “That shiny little thing? I'd never leave a friend in a rut, and you are in the ruttiest rut I've ever seen a pony be in.”
“What's it like, up there?”
She took a second to reply.
“Everything.”
“And you'd leave that for me?”
“‘course I would.”
“And what if you're not real? If I really am just seeing things?”
“Does that really matter?”
No, Pinkie supposed. It didn't.
Dash reached out, and took her hoof.
“C'mon. Let's get out of here and have some fun.”
“Whatever you say, Dashie!” Her voice was cheerful for the first time in days.
She began to walk towards the cemetery gates, Dash following besides her; for no particular reason, Pinkie started to hop.
The night felt a lot warmer.