The three ponies had become oddly silent. Not even Spike, who was usually known for his crass comments, had anything to say, instead still laying on the floor and looking up at the rapidly fading image, popcorn paused in between his claws.
Starlight and Rarity both uncomfortably shuffled in their beanbag seats, looking at each other oddly. Twilight was the first one to break the silence.
“That was… dark.” She said slowly.
“Agreed.” Rarity hesitantly followed. “I know Pinkie’s parents quite well. They would never… sell one of their foals.” She shivered. “I wonder if that timeline’s Pinkie is alright. I do hope so.”
“This makes me feel…” Starlight frowned. “Dirty. I created a bunch of timelines, each with worse and worse outcomes. I wonder how many Pinkies my timelines had that ended up… gone, like that.” She looked down at the ground. “How many ponies lives did I ruin?”
“Oh, Starlight…” Twilight sighed.
“Don’t think of it like that!” Spike interrupted, rolling over and facing the Unicorn. “If there’s an infinite amount of timelines, chances are, it already happened, or is in the process of happening. Whether or not you were there to set it off.” Spike let out a little laugh, despite the mood of the group being firmly below laughing. “Are you telling me that because Rainbow messed up her Sonic Rainboom juust a little bit means that Nightmare Moon took over? Do you know how silly that sounds?”
“Let’s just… move on.” Twilight said, igniting her horn. “Maybe we could move onto something more light-hearted and fun.” She beamed. The table made yet another click, and a surreal discordian landscape slowly began to morph in front of their very eyes.