“Come back anytime,” sing-sang Bon Bon to her customer. “Have a nice day!”
A now happy pegasus left the candy shop, to be replaced by an already happy pink pony.
“Hi, Pinkie,” she greeted.
“Hi, Bon Bon,” replied Pinkie Pie.
“What do you want, today?”
Pinkie Pie looked to her right, then to her left. “Hmm, I’m not sure. Do you have any glowing-exploding sprinkles?”
“For the fifth time, no I haven’t,” giggled Bon Bon. “If I could make sprinkles at least glowing, I would be crawling with orders. I don’t know where you got this idea.”
“Aww, that’s too bad. And now I don’t know what to choose.”
“Well, I could recommend you the —”
“Did somepony say ‘choose’?”
A pony wearing a deep black coat and a pair of sunglasses came from upstairs.
BonBon groaned. “No, not this again,”
“You’re the one named Pinkie Pie, is that correct?” asked the pony, pointing a hoof at Pinkie.
“Yes, Lyra. You don’t remember my name, silly? Also, why is your voice so deep?”
Lyra turned her head on the right. “I’m not Lyra, I’m Marepheus.”
“Lyra, I told you to stop this. You’re gonna scare the foals,” scolded Bon Bon.
She didn’t pay attention to the baker and instead came closer to Pinkie.
“I’ve come to you because you already know something is not right.”
Pinkie gasped. “Did I forget to turn off the oven?”
“No, Pinkie. I’m talking about that awkward feeling you have when you go to work, when you open the newspaper, or when you pay your taxes.”
“Hmm, usually my Pinkie Sense doesn’t happen during these moments.”
“Pinkie,” interrupted Bon Bon. “Don’t feel obliged to deal with her antics.” She put several candies in a paper bag, which she then offered to Pinkie. “Here, it’s on the house.”
Lyra slapped the bag down. “Don’t get in the way of fate. You’ve chosen the path of a slave, but don’t prevent other ponies from seeing the light.”
“Lyra, I’m tired of your — mphmhphm”
“Hush now,” said Lyra, her horn glowing. “Pinkie, we’re running out of time, they’re gonna find us if we don’t make this quick. This whole world is a lie, made to enslave us. For which purpose, it’s still to be determined. Now —” she extended a hoof “— take this blue candy I enchanted, and you can go back to dream whatever you want. But if you want to see the world how it really is, take this red —”
*CRASH*
Lyra fell down, and the two candies rolled on the floor, stopping at Pinkie’s hooves.
“Meh, I’ll take both.”
In a blink of an eye, the two candies disappeared in the abyss of Pinkie’s stomach.
“Pinkie! No!”
Pinkie started hovering, engulfed in a bright green aura, her eyes as white as snow. A powerful magic was swirling around her, dragging candies in a colorful and sugary tornado.
Bon Bon, freed from Lyra’s magic yelled, “Lyra, what have you done?”
“She wasn’t supposed to take them both!”
The two mares went behind the counter, holding hooves and bracing for the upcoming impact.
“I’m sorry, Bonnie. I’m so sorry.”
Bon Bon hugged her tightly. “It’s okay,” she said, sniffing. “I forgive you.”
But no magic explosion came to end their life. So after a minute, Bon Bon took a risk and a look at her pink friend. Pinkie was coughing small rainbow clouds.
“Woohoo, those candies are really strong,” said Pinkie. “You should probably not sell them. Well, gotta go, bye!”
She bounced her way out, leaving Lyra and Bon Bon dumbfounded.
“I need to rest,” said the latter after a moment. “You are gonna clean up your mess.”
Lyra pouted, but didn’t argue.
“And that’s the last time I let you play with my candies!”