//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 // Story: What went wrong? // by Frostbyite //------------------------------// Let me just say this, writers block is a bitch. The chapter is short and may not be as good of a quality as it should be, but I hope that i can make up for it in the next few chapters. ------ The first thing I saw when I stepped into the room was a flash of green and then I went blind. I felt something crash into my face and whatever it was covered my eyes. I tried to shake it off but then I felt something sharp dig into the sides of my head. I panicked. I was running around blind, shaking my head and bucking around trying to get the thing off my face. After a few seconds I ended up tripping over something and landed flat on my face. Whatever was on my head fell off and I immediately opened my eyes to get a good look at my attacker. To my surprise the only thing that was in front of me was Pinkie’s pet gator, Gummy. However he seemed strange. The normally emotionless gator looked angry. He scowled at me, showing his non-existent fangs and then pounced at me. I easily caught the gator with my magic and watched as he flailed around in mid-air, snapping his toothless gums at me. “Gummy it’s me Twilight. I’m Pinkie’s friend, you remember me right?” I said to him. He stopped snapping at me and seemed to show some sign of recognition. “Where’s Pinkie anyways?” I asked no one in particular as I got my first look around the room. The sight before me caused me to lose all control of my magic, and I Gummy dropped to the floor. The room looked a mess, and not just "Pinkie Pie Party" messy, but it looked like the room had been attacked. There was broken glass all over the floor, some of it from the windows and some from the shattered lamps that lay on the floor. As I looked closer I saw that some pieces had blood on them and I recoiled back in fear. Pinkie’s party cannon lay, broken, in the middle of the floor. One of the wheels was split, and the confetti hanging from the edge showed that it had been recently fired. A few feet in front of the cannon were a few feathers. I went closer to them, being careful not to step on the glass and being even more careful not to step on the bloody glass. I couldn’t really tell what they were at the time so I just assumed they were pegasus feathers. I took another look around the room and saw that the window leading to the back alley of the building was open and there were bloodstains on the window and wall. Stuck in the window was a small ball of pink. I took it in my magic and pulled it from the window and brought it to me. Without even bringing it close I could smell the sugar coming from the pink and knew it came from Pinkie. All of a sudden Gummy came flying through the air and grabbed the hair from my magical grasp. He landed on the on the bed and put the pink tuft of hair down behind him and stood between me and it protectively. I didn’t even care. I was too lost in thought. “What happened in here? Who did this? Where’s Pinkie? Is she okay?” A million questions stormed through my mind and I had no idea what to do. The one thing I knew to do was to tell the Cakes. I went to the door and took one last look the destroyed room and at Gummy staring at me from the bed, still guarding the hair. I thought about bringing him along, but I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. Just another thing added to the list of things that I was unsure of. I could hear the sound of yelling ponies’ downstairs which meant the lunch rush wasn’t over. On my way down I realized there was no way I could say what I saw in that room at the time. There were too many ponies there and the Cakes would probably have heart attacks if I told them while they were already stressed out. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I had to push my way through the crowd to get back to the counter. The Cakes had put Spike at the cash register and he was the first to see me. “Twilight where’s Pinkie Pie?” Spike shouted to me as I appeared from the crowd of screaming ponies. I was about to open my mouth when the sound of the Cake twin’s cries came out from the kitchen. I then realized that it was going to be even harder than I had thought.