It had been about an hour since I met Pinkie Pie. This carefree pink mare who was for whatever reason able to see and hear me. The mare who constantly told me I was a ghost.
My mind seemed to be unable to comprehend the whole idea, no matter how much I wanted to believe her. I didn’t exactly believe in ghosts myself. There was no scientific proof they existed. Yet, I might have been one.
I stared at Pinkie Pie emotionlessly, wondering if she could still see me. Apparently, she did as she stared straight back next to her bed.
“So, what do I look like?” I asked.
Pinkie leaned closer and inspected me for a moment before tapping her chin.
“I dunno, you look like a preeeetty normal ghost to me, Crystal,” Pinkie pondered.
I let out a heavy sigh and looked straight into her eyes. “No, Pinkie. I mean, what color my eyes are? I don’t even know if I’m an earth pony or a unicorn,” I mumbled quietly.
She looked at me for a moment and drove her hoof through my forehead as if trying to be sure of something. She then leaned forward, so much in fact, that her muzzle went through mine.
Instinctively, I backed away as I thought she was trying to kiss me or something.
“W-what are you doing!?” I asked surprised.
Pinkie simply pulled her head away, revealing her amused expression. “I thought you wanted me to tell what color your eyes are, but to be honest, I can’t even see your eyes. I’m afraid you don’t have a horn either.”
Albeit this was all new information to me, I can’t say I was relieved. Couldn’t she see my eyes? Was I really a ghost? I only had more questions than answers.
I pressed my head down and stared at my transparent hooves. A wave of sadness washed over me. I didn’t like what I saw one bit. I wanted to be a normal pony. Not just some white outline of a stallion.
“Aww, come on, Crystal, don’t be so sad. We will figure out who you are,” Pinkie cheered. “We just need to find that article and see what we can learn.”
Pinkie’s words made me smile, but I doubt she was able to see it. I still raised my head and looked at her, tilting my head in order to show at least some kind of a reaction.
“Thanks,” I said a moment later.
The pink mare in front of me simply nodded and climbed onto her bed.
“Tomorrow will be a new day. I have to take care of the shop first, but after that, I’ll help you in any way I can.” Pinkie smiled.
I didn’t reply. I didn’t know why she wanted to help me and I didn’t know how she could even see me in the first place. She wasn't even afraid of me. Not that I was acting spooky or anything, though.
It was going to be yet another night alone with my brain…
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Pinkie’s alarm clock went off with a loud ring, causing me to jump up in surprise. Pinkie reached out her hoof and punched the clock down from the nightstand before rolling over and continuing her dreams. The clock had dropped in a trash bin, but continued ringing.
I watched first the trash bin and then Pinkie Pie, who wasn't doing anything to stop the racket. She merely pulled the blanket over her head. A small smile crept across my face as she started snoring in competition with the alarm clock.
Something told me today wasn’t supposed to be her work day, but as she told me before, the owners had been sick so she had to cover for them.
Suddenly, I heard hoofsteps coming from downstairs. I merely turned my gaze to the door, trusting that whoever came, wasn’t able to see me. That also made me realize that I was able to use stairs as well as walk on floors. I wondered if it was because of my own will or just a coincidence. I had no idea how I even functioned.
To my disappointment, the visitor just decided to shout through the door.
“Pinkie Pie! It’s time to wake up! We need your help to open the shop,” a female voice cheered my soundly sleeping friend.
Pinkie mumbled something, but I wasn’t sure if she could actually hear her due to the alarm clock still ringing loudly. Thus, I decided to try to help the whoever was behind the door. I walked to Pinkie Pie and inside her bed, finding myself right in front of her face.
“Boo!” I shouted to her ear. Pretty loudly even.
Pinkie Pie suddenly opened her eyes and smiled at me. What part of being scared didn’t she understand exactly?
“Good morning, Crystal!” Pinkie cheered.
“You are supposed to be scared,” I mumbled with a deadpan stare. “Now, be scared, will ya?”
To be honest, I was massively disappointed. I couldn’t even scare the only pony who was able to see and hear me. Such a ghost I was.
“Aww, come on. That was more like cute rather than scary.” Pinkie giggled to herself.
Me, cute? She must have been still dreaming. I simply couldn’t wrap my head around her. Nevertheless, it was time for her to get up and stop that alarm clock.
“Would you please stop that racket?” I demanded, still holding on to my less than amused face. Although, most of that effort went probably to waste as she wasn’t able to see my eyes. It hurt, again.
Pinkie crawled her way through me and across the bed before falling into the trash bin. At this point, I wasn’t surprised by anything anymore.
The trash bin shook for a moment before the ringing stopped. At that very moment, I realized something strange. While I wasn’t able to feel anything, the ringing had almost hurt my ears. I couldn’t quite put my hoof on why, though.
It also appeared to me that the person behind the door had left, being satisfied that Pinkie Pie would be up and about.
Before too long, Pinkie’s head popped up from the bin. She appeared to be holding something in her mouth.
“I think I found it!” Pinkie cheered happily, waving some piece of paper.
“Do you mean the article you mentioned yesterday?” I asked, getting my hopes up already.
“Nope, this is the new recipe they want me to try. How in the name of Celestia did it end up in here?” Pinkie pondered before releasing a series of laughs.
My sigh was not only long and disappointed but annoyed and frustrated as well. How could anypony be that random? As Pinkie Pie got out of the trash bin and started to get ready to start her day, I decided to have some alone time. Something I never thought I’d seek while being like this. But this mare was draining me out faster by the minute.
“Alright, I will leave you to your work and take a little walk outside myself. I will be back in a few hours,” I said while gazing at Pinkie, who was actually listening to me.
“Okie-dokie-lokie!” Pinkie hummed before opening the door and going downstairs.
I wasn’t particularly interested in spending more time with her, so I simply walked through the wall. Despite doing so while on the second floor, I floated gently back on the ground like a feather.
That done, I released a sigh and head out to Roseluck for some gossips…