"GOOD MORNING, ANONYMOUS!"
Not only does the sudden and thunderous noise in your ear wake you up, it also sends you flying out of bed and onto the floor. As you scramble to your feet and take a few deep breaths to calm your heart rate, you see Pinkie Pie standing at the head of the bed... and what appears to be a giant chocolate cake at the foot of it.
"Pinkie..." you rub your eyes. "What in the everloving hell is this?"
She giggles. "Well, I did tell you that I was going to arrange a welcome party," she replies. "But Twilight, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash and Rarity have all told me that you're refusing to get out of bed. So..." She points at the cake. "I figured I'd bring you this, to show you the sort of thing you'd be missing out on."
You involuntarily lick your lips as you cast your eyes over the cake and its many layers of chocolate; it almost looks too good to eat, but you can't bring yourself to even consider doing that.
"Of course, this is just a taste – pun intended – of what would be on offer at your welcome party," Pinkie continues. "However, if there's not going to be a welcome party, because you won't get out of bed, I guess I don't need to keep this delicious cake around." In the blink of an eye, she launches herself at the cake and devours it in one go, like a snake eating a bird egg. Once its gone, Pinkie sits on her haunches, licks the frosting off her face, and lets out a small belch. "Oh, excuse me." She looks at you. "So whaddya say, Anonymous, do you still want to stay in bed?"
With the cake gone, its hold on you has also vanished; you nod vigorously and get back under the covers. "Yes," you reply. "I am; besides, I'm not really a party kind of person."
Pinkie seems surprised by your response, but she eventually shrugs. "Well, I tried," she says. "Time to initiate Plan Be."
"'Plan B?'" you scoff. "And what is 'Plan B' all about?"
Pinkie grins at you. "Not 'B' the letter, silly," she says. "I said the word 'be.'" She produces a pair of cymbals. "As in... be annoying."
Your eyes widen as she begins parading around the room, crashing the cymbals together every few seconds. At first, you attempt to block out the sound by lying on your side and pressing the pillow to the side of your head not on the mattress, but Pinkie counters this by simply standing next to you; after a few minutes, you sit bolt upright and throw the pillow at her.
"ENOUGH ALREADY!" you shout. "Jeez, Pinkie, can't you see that my situation is bad enough as it is without you making it worse? Now, you can do that for as long as you want, but I guarantee you will only succeed in making me even more determined to stay put! So why don't you just do us both a favour and stop already?!"
Pinkie tosses the cymbals to one side. "All right, Anon," she says dejectedly. "You win; I'll leave you alone." She walks over to the door and places a forehoof on the handle. "But remember that there's still one more of us who wants to try and talk to you."
"Whatever." you shrug. "Five of you have already failed; what makes you think that Applejack is going to succeed?"
Pinkie offers you a weak smile. "You'll see," she says as she opens the door. "You'll see." She steps out and closes the door behind her, the sound of hoofsteps soon fading to silence once again.
Five down, one to go.
And then maybe they'll finally get the message.