//------------------------------// // Pinkie Pie (Saturday) // Story: A week with the Mane 7 // by Smashology //------------------------------// Last night there was so much fuss that it’s hard for you to process things, the amount of alcohol ingested at the party was so much that you’re not able to remember exactly what completely happened. You feel a huge hangover in the head and you want to rest all day. It’s not like you care, there’s no work to do today. You’re even more than sure that you won’t see any of the girls, since they only appeared in your house or in your office during the week. This day is for you and only for you, yet you can’t sleep with the comfort you want. You feel that the bed is constantly moving, as if stones were raining inside your house, the constant shaking finally wakes you up and that’s when you realize you thought too soon. With too much excitement, the new girl is revealed to you by repeatedly jumping on your bed. She has pink, fluffy hair and a hyperactive loud voice, wears a casual outfit and sometimes sticks her tongue out. You know she has to be here for you. “You went deep last night, we already lost half of the morning.” She stops jumping and boops your face to get you out of bed. “Come on, wake up. I’d let you sleep in, but it’s time to wake up right now, there’s so much to do today.” “What happened yesterday?” You asked while you try to keep yourself awake, you feel a headache and want to stay in bed, but the girl impends it. “You spoke to your ex 4 times and now you don’t have any money left.” “What?!” “Don’t worry, she has no resentments towards you. I already made you breakfast, just dedicate yourself to shower and dress up.” “Wait a minute, how did I get home if I was in a hotel in the middle of the night? How did I drive here without bumping into anything and without being caught by the police?” “You didn’t. I did.” “And how did you get in? The door is locked.” “I have my methods.” That’s when you check your bedroom and discover that one of the windows is open. Or rather broken. It should make you angry, but it doesn’t happen. Your head hurts so you can think of something else. “I’ll be waiting for you downstairs. Come to the kitchen when you’re ready.” She leaves the room and you proceed to take a shower and get dressed. Downstairs, you follow the girl’s instructions and find her waiting for you with your breakfast: eggs with bacon, toasted bread, a bowl of ice cream, coffee and orange juice. You can’t ignore that big smile, and you do mean big smile, and proceed to sit down. “I would appreciate it, but I don’t know your name yet.” “I’m Pinkie Pie.” “Thank you, Pinkie, although I would prefer all of you to enter my house with prior notice.” “Calm down, that’s what I’m here for.” She sits next to you and continues talking. She pulls out of nowhere a list and shows it to you. “Look, I already made the schedule for you.” “When?” “When you were asleep. Anyway, today we eat some steak tacos, some electrolytes, we rest and we go to party at night. Remember that today’s your best friend’s birthday and you have to bring a gift.” That’s too much for you process and handle. You can’t even swallow your food without choking or feeling pressured. “Ok, I’ll go to the birthday but nothing else. I want to have my free day without any interruptions. Today we eat chips, then watch Netflix all day and done.” Something among those lines should’ve trigger Pinkie, because tears begin to form in her eyes. Not only that, her hair starts to flatten and her skin begins to turn paler. Knowing that you don’t want to repeat the same thing that happened with Applejack and Rarity, and that the consequences can be worse, you try to calm her down and agree to do her schedule. “Ok Pinkie, I’ll do it. Just please, don’t cry.I can’t stand when a woman cries.” She doesn’t seem to look better, so you say a compliment to cheer her up. “Especially when I see one who’s as beautiful as you.” Suddenly, her hair and skin turn back to normal and hugs you and says how much she loves you, all in her fast, hyperactive voice. “I love you too Pinkie Pie, don’t leave me.”