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// Extra: Pinkamane's Story 
// Story: Sunset's Bizarre Adventure: Friendship is Unbreakable 
// by StardustSprinkle 
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Pinkamane is the eldest daughter of the Pie's household and Pinkie's favorite sister. In 2012, she met a strange man with a star-shaped birthmark on his shoulder. The man appeared to be in distort and bestowed a gift upon Pinkamane: an arrow made up of an unknown type of metal. That vary night, her stand awoken. 
"Ma'am, we believe your...friend is trying to..." the agent from Speedwagon Foundation swallowed his heart as the fan on the ceiling spans ever so slowly: "Go after your sister."
"..." The woman says nothing as she flips a page; her hand slightly shakes at this revelation. 
"And the friends of yours may be trying to travel back in time," the agent continues, paying close attention to Pinkamane's face. As the afternoon sun shines on the coffee table.
"..." Still no reply. Pinkamane puts the report away as the agent evaluates her peculiar common room with painted tunnels on the walls.
"Well..." the agent is running out of things to say: "Sorry, ma'am, are you listening?"
"..." Pinkamane sits quietly for a moment before turning her head suddenly 90 degrees like a doll: "..."
"Sorry, I was just making sure," the agent gulped, avoiding eye contact.
"..." Instead of answering, Pinkamane slowly raises her hands and puts them on the agent's face.
It's cold! The agent thinks as Pinkiamane's fingers made contact with his face before gently guiding his head upwards. 
"W...well, I do believe..." Pinkamane put a finger over the agent's mouth while staring him dead in the eyes.
"So...may I speak now?" the agent asks as Pinkamane lifts her finger off of his mouth.
"..."
"I will take that as a yes," the agent clears his throat: "Could you please...remove your hand from my face?" 
Pinkamane blinks, her hand still on the agent's face.
"I'll take that as a no," Nervousness fills the agent's voice as the grey, lifeless pupils of Pinkamane glare into his soul: 	"So...em...the Foundation do believe that it would be your best interest to...you know, to..."
Pinkamane removes her hand before the agent finishes his sentence, her eyes still focused on his soul.
"Look, she took some things from us," now somewhat worried about his own well-being, the agent starts to look around for an escape route as he tries to stay calm: "So she probably learned of your sister and her friends from there."
Now noticing the agent's discomfort, Pinkamane puts a big, bright smile on her face to comfort the poor man.
Surprised by the sudden showcase of human emotion, the agent starts to stutter: "You see...We are sorry for that..it...eh...will never happen again! Eh..." 
Pinkamane's eyes lighten up as the agent apologizes while making promises. Knowing that the agent is trying his best, Pinkamane decides that it's time for them to say goodbye. She pointed towards the painted tunnel behind the agent's chair as the smile still hangs on her face.
"Yeah..r...right!" The agent hastily stands up, knocking over the chair. 
"I..." worried about the consequence of his action, the agent slowly looks upwards as his eyes met Pinkamane's. Rather than the usual emotionless expression, she still has the smile on.
"I'm so sorry!" the agent apologizes as he put the chair back up before trots outside of the house. The painted tunnel, with the help of Pinkamane's stand, can function as a typical pathway. As the man leaves the room, Pinkamane again shifts her attention to the report. 
"Sunset..." She mumbles while looking at the picture of a girl with bacon-colored hair.
As he returns to his agent, the agent is still trying to process everything that happened: usually, Pinkamane would show no emotion under any circumstance. Yet, this time, she did. Especially the smile. It looks so natural and sweet. She must loved her sister, and the agent thinks as he drives away.