“Go back to sleep, Pinkie.” I groaned. It was a Saturday, and on days like these, sleep was golden.
“How about a muffin?”
... That’s new. The voice, I mean.
I cracked an eye ope--
Well geez, that sure sounds like it hurt. Do you want some tape? Oh! I got superglue!
What-- no. Please get out of my head for now, Pinkie. Who’s the new girl, anyways?
Okies! I’ve just ba-”-arely pulled Derpy from your backpack. She said she wanted muffins.”
"Do you wanna say hi to her? Say hi, Derpy!"
Finally, I arose from my
wonderful slumber that allowed me to traverse across multiple realities created by my own willpower sleep to take a better look at the pony in question.
“Hya! I’m Muffins! Do you want some Derpy?”
Erm. Pretty sure that didn't come out correctly.
“Sure?” I murmured, mildly afraid of what could possibly come from the pony Pinkie had brought with her.
Oh. My house is now flooded with muffins. I kinda expected that.
“Where’d you get those, anyways, uh... Derpy?” I asked, wading through the chest-deep sea of muffins that had appeared seconds prior. At least, I’m assuming that the mare switched “Muffins” and “Derpy” when she said that...
Pinkie ruffled her mane, causing a handful more muffins to rain down. Welp. That sure explains it.
“Also, how did she get here?”
Derpy waved her hoof in dismissal, sending a muffin ricocheting past my head. “I just got ejected from reality. Again!”
"No," Pinkie countered with a pout, "You said you wanted to know what I was doing when I reappeared in Equestria!"
I’ll ignore that for now.
“So... uh, what are we gonna do now?” I asked, still wading through the muffins, “We’re kinda trapped in... muffins.”
Pinkie shrugged, and moments later, a loud sucking sound, followed by the visible draining of muffins began to occur. Soon enough, the room was once again muffin-free. (That is, if you don’t count the one Derpy’s still holding.)