Lisa blinked. She could clearly tell who the girl in front of her was simply by her voice, but there was something off about her. She still had the twinkle of unending joy in her eyes, and the bounce in her step that made her so recognizable, but she as a whole... it felt off.
"Well, Twilight?" the new girl began, swaying playfully on her feet as she gazed into Lisa's eyes, "Watcha waitin' for?"
Lisa shook her head with a hidden smile, dismissing the question with a hand. "Nothing, Pinkie. I just can't talk at the moment though," she replied, "I've got work to do."
The other girl shrugged, and grabbed a fistful of seed packets before abruptly bounding out the door, startling a dozen or so citizens in the process.
"W-wait!" Lisa stammered as she began to give chase to her friend, "What are you doing?!"
"Helping, of course!" the other girl shouted in return, disappearing into the sea of faces awaiting for their supplies.
"Here's a shovel and ten seed packets, sir." Lisa said with a tired smile, handing the items to a moustached man, "Your group is just behind the storeroom on the fields."
The man returned the smile, and left. Lisa sighed contently as she rested her eyes, leaning against the nearly-empty racks in mild fatigue. She had been there for hours now, passing out materials with the other volunteers to the citizens of Mountain View. There was hardly anything left to hand out anymore, and from the looks of it, nearly everybody had gotten their share of supplies.
Chad and Timothy had left together earlier to watch over the fields, leaving only Lisa and the younger girl in the room.
Lisa's eyes jerked open as she heard the only occupant of the storeroom aside from herself herself leave. A dull silence fell over the room for a moment, before being abruptly shattered as the hyperactive girl from before entered the room almost immediately after.
The difference this time, however, was the girl's expression. She trudged unhappily across the room, her bare feet thumping against the worn floorboards as she sat herself besides Lisa.
"Nothing works." she pouted with a deep frown, "I can't do it..."
"Do what?" Lisa asked, sliding down to the dusty floor beside her friend, "What are you talking about?"
The other girl responded with a silent glare, before turning away. Lisa's eyes fell on her friend's wristband; Samantha Hayes, it read, Voluntary Containment
Lisa frowned. Every other tag she had seen so far only had the name of the person inscribed. Not once had she seen any mention of Voluntary Containment before.
Pinkie-- Samantha, sighed deeply, turning back to Lisa. "Twilight?" she asked weakly, her voice wavering, "Why doesn't it work?"
"What are you talking about, Pinkie?" Lisa repeated, setting a hand over her friend's, "What doesn't work?"
"My Pinkie sense." Samantha replied solemnly, "My powers."
Lisa frowned at the girl's words. Pinkie hadn't been one to be power-hungry, not with how much she had done for others in the past... in the simulation.
"T-Twilight?" the girl stammered, "What's wrong with me? Please, tell me... you're the smarty pants around here, aren't you?"
Lisa sat silent. She had no answer.
Samantha abruptly paused, and instead gazed through the dirty windows of the storeroom, to the sky. "This world is different, isn't it?" she chuckled deeply, startling Lisa with the sudden shift in demeanor, "I guess there's room for the two of us in here... I guess I'll see you later then, Twilight."
She glanced quickly to Lisa, before turning back to the window. "Yup... I can feel it this time."
Lisa frowned again. Pinkamena seemed to be resurfacing in her friend again. "Pinkie." she stated calmly, gripping the girl's hand tighter, "Just tell me what is wrong, and I'm sure we can figure it out."
She let go of her friend's hand, waiting for an answer, or at the very least, a response from the unmoving girl.
As for Samantha, she continued to stare out the window, seemingly unaware of everything around her as she carried on in her trance-like state. Suddenly, she gasped deeply, her eyes widening. "W-where am I?!" she shouted, turning to Lisa, "What happened?"
"Pinkie, sto--" Lisa began, bringing a hand to her friend's shoulder, before being swat away.
"What-- Pinkie?!" The girl shouted again, this time in agitation, "That glitch got away?!"