Author: KartalTheWriter
Prompt: Pinkie is calm.
Title: And So It Goes
It had been a long night of no sleep, and there was absolutely no reason for it at all. Pinkie Pie had been working all night making treats for a receipt of orders she happened to find on the floor. She said to herself--out loud, by the way--that she should make those sweets to surprise the Cakes. It had taken her all night.
So in the morning, Pinkie was exhausted. She left her treats in the kitchen and went to her room to sleep. But sleep would not be with her today. Today, she remembered that she had planned a party for all of her friends. It wasn’t a special event, but then, Pinkie never needed a special event to have a party. Any excuse would do. This week’s new model was relatively uncreative. But still, ‘I love my friends’ had a better ring to it than ‘Because I can’. Even if the second was the real reason.
Quickly, Pinkie took one of the extra cakes she had made (there had been eleven extras in all, and for once Pinkie hadn’t eaten any of them) and hurried off to Applejack’s barn, where they had decided the party should be.
Unusually, Pinkie arrived late to the party. Applejack, of course, had been there from the start, but Pinkie had not expected the rest of her friends to be there as well.
“Oh, hello, Pinkie. It’s nice to see you.” They said to her. Pinkie barely heard them; her eyes were sagging so much.
“That’s a great looking cake you’ve got there.” Twilight said, starting to be suspicious of Pinkie’s lack of enthusiasm, or words for that matter.
“Yes, it looks like it took you all night to make!” Rainbow Dash teased, licking her lips. Pinkie was supposed to laugh at that, she knew, but today she couldn’t find it in her to laugh. She found no feeling inside her at all.
“’Ah don’t want to tell ya how ter run yer parties, sugarcube, but aren’t you forgetting your balloons and things?” Applejack asked tentatively. Pinkie Pie looked at her as if she wasn’t quite sure what her friend was saying.
“And what about your streamers? I quite thought some of them were rather fashionable.” After the honest pony had cleared the air for critique and questions, Rarity added in her opinion as well.
“And your party hats, if you don’t mind my asking.” Fluttershy, though encouraged by the concerns of her friends, still was shy making a suggestion in a field she wasn’t perfectly familiar with.
“And don’t tell me you left Sugarcube Corner without your party cannon.” Twilight said, wondering now whether Pinkie was just pulling their legs.
Meanwhile, over in the corner, Pinkie was sitting stock still, utterly unmoving and completely calm. She didn't even seem to be listening, but she was definitely awake.
And that, my friends, is the best horror story I can tell you.