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// Chapter 5 
// Story: The Voices of Nobody 
// by BowtiesandFedoras 
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	"'Cutie Mark Crusaders?'" I asked Applejack as we walked through town.

It was a beautiful place, full of bright colors, quaint houses, cottages, stores, vending stands, and gardens. The people were everywhere, socializing, buying and selling things, and just looking happy. Even the townsfolk were bursting with colors. Hair of every color and style, eyes of the oddest color and size. I saw people with wings, horns, and neither. I almost felt... sorry for the ones with neither. But it made me feel better seeing something normal and not so... alien.

"Hmm? Oh, those three formed a little group, since none of 'em have their Cutie Marks yet. They just run around and try ta find out what they're good at so they can get 'em, but they usually just end up buggin' the living daylights out of everybody, but they don't mean no harm," she answered.

"Ah," I replied boringly. I stared off into space for a few seconds absent-mindedly before another question appeared in my head, "Now, who's this Twilight we're going to see?"

"Oh, she's just a good friend o' mine. She's kind of a book worm. She works at the local library. She was also Princess Celestia's top student in magic school."

Princess Celestia? Magic school? Just more things to add to my ever-growing list of curiositites. I was about to ask another question that would no doubt get me yet another facepalm when I suddenly hear, "LOOK OUT!!"

And before I can react, I see a wagon carrying various pastries and sweets flying towards me and Applejack followed by a pink blur. There is an incredible crash and the next thing I know, I'm lying on my stomach and Applejack is on said cart slowly rolling towards a street vender with a vegetable cart.

I look in front of my and see a woman, roughly my age, with big curly pink hair and an all-different-shades-of-pink ensemble looking into the sky worriedly with her arms out trying to catch something.

Before I could shout angry obscenities that would make a sailor blush at her, I see a plate of cookies fall into her left hand. She then caught a basket of various muffins on the top of her foot, a bag of candy on her arm, a tupperware container of jelly-rolls in her right hand, and another basket of muffins in her mouth.

I was astonished by how fast she acted to catch all of that food and not have anything drop or spill. She then yelled in relief, "Yesh! I did ick!" The basket in her mouth was impeding her speech. 

She then looked at things in her possession one by one while saying, "One, choo, free, four, fah -(gasp)- Where's shix?!"

I looked up, and there it was, shix. It was a tray of cupcakes falling from the sky. From my perspective, I could tell it was headed straight for Applejack. I got to my feet in such a hurry I nearly tripped over myself. I ran over to the supposed ground zero of the cupcake bombardment while the pink Cirque du Soleil reject hopped in place and shouted "Hurrreeeeeeee!" at me through the basket.

I quickly got in front of Applejack and the cart and shoved it backwards with my foot and prepared myself to catch the falling tray. I played a countdown in my head as it fell.

3...2...1... nothing. Nothing? I had my eyes closed for the impact, so I had no idea what had happened. I opened them, but all I saw were my hands raised to the sky. I looked over at the pink menace and saw Rainbow Dash hovering over her and handing her the tray after she (the pink one) had put the other items on the ground. I was just left standing there like an idiot with his arms in the air.

Rainbow Dash looked at me and winked and said, "You owe me," and flew off. I helped Applejack off of the cart and she said to the pink one, "Watch it, Pinkie! Ya coulda killed us!"

"Sorry, Applejack, I was just on the way to Roseluck's birthday party and," the pink one's words just came out as a bunch of rapidly passing but coherent sounds. I could have sworn she was either a, ADHD patient, or on a sugar rush, which, considering the amount of sweets she had, seemed pretty possible. And her sentence to subject change ratio was about 2:1.

"...but I couldn't catch all the frogs in time, so I took a bunch of tin foil and- Hey! Who's that?!"

"Oh, I'm Nobody."

"Don't be silly, you've gotta be somebody, right? I wouldn't be talking to you if you were nobody," her words sort of cheered me up.

"No, I don't remember my name, so Applejack decided to call me Nobody," It occurs to me that she might have decided on that name because I seemed to be an attacker and she was thinking of me negatively at the time, but I thought it was suitable. In this world, I am Nobody: no name, no family, no history, no anything. I literally just fell out of the sky one day.

"What? You don't remember your name?" the pink one said, "Ooh! I know! You should go see Twilight! She's great with memory spells."

"Actually," Applejack interjected, "that's where we're headed now.

"Ooh! Can I come?"

"Uh, don't you have a party ya gotta go to?"

I almost thanked Applejack for bringing that up.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry guys. Gotta run," and then she went barreling down the street with her cart of food.

"You know, one day she might kill someone doing that," I stated.

"Aw, she don't mean no harm. She's just being Pinkie Pie."

Her name was Pinkie Pie? How... suitable.

"Wait, you know her?" I asked.

"Of course! She's one of mah best friends. Oh, well will ya look at that? we're here."