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// Interdimensional Ship Log 1: Cupcakes 
// Story: The Interdimensional Adventures of the S. S. Aweship 
// by SilverOrion 
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	With a loud, electric bang, the S.R. Aweship shot out of a kind of wormhole and into a fairly-sized lake on a cool, beautiful morning where everything seemed perfect. The sun was shining, with clouds broadly spaced apart, revealing a giant blue sky.

Puck, finally getting his bearings, trotted over to the side of the ship and peered over the side.

"Captain Quirk, we're in a lake, not an ocean."

"I know, my skipper Puck," Quirk responded, "I have sent us into the first dimension of our travels."

"...A lake?"

"Yes, a la- No, no no! Not the lake, Puck! Cupcakes!"

"...Cupcakes, captain?"

"Yes, Cupcakes." responded Quirk, now hopping down from the ship's wheel and trotting up to Puck, "You see, in order for us to go on any adventures throughout infinite dimensions in search of an infinite treasure, we need one important thing - goods. Plenty of goods. The ship is nearly fresh out of them, and we'll need to get some of our own if we want to proceed with our mischievous plans to take plunder from the many Equestrias before us."

Puck smiled at the idea of "mischievous" plans, rolling the idea around in his head over all of the angry ponies he could make.

"And so," Quirk continued, "of all the dimensions that I am currently remembering right now, I thought it best to choose the one dimension that would promise us the most sugars, spices, and breads imaginable - the Cupcakes dimension. After all, it is known as the Cupcakes dimension itself. And if I am not mistaken by its name, we will need to visit the one place in town which sells cupcakes - Sugarcube Corner."

Puck listened eagerly while looking up from the lake and into the sky, noticing a bright blue mare with a rainbow mane and tail, flying freely in the sky - before stopping midflight, considering, and heading off to a town not far from the lake that the S.S. Aweship had landed in.

"Ah, I see you are taking an interest in the residents here in Equestria. If you're going to plunder treasures throughout dimensions, you're going to want to know who's who in this land. Let me see now - aha! That was a mare known in Equestria as "Rainbow Dash". Wonderbolts aspirant and gifted with the element of loyalty. Also the only pegasus capable of achieving a sonic rainboom in flight."

Quirk trotted over to a button next to the size of the ship, and pressed it. In that moment, a part of the rim on the side of the ship slid back, and a plank extended from the ship. Once the plank was fully extended, it dropped down to the shore of the lake, and Quirk proceeded to trot down it. 

"Come along, Puck - sugars, spices, and breads await!"

Puck followed Quirk down the plank.

"So, Captain Quirk,"

"Yes, skipper Puck?"

"You said that we were traveling through dimensions - does that mean we are not in the same dimension as the one we were in before? Or, when we were at Carnival Cape?"

"Well I should hope not! If we were, then all of our travels would be ruined! Then we would never be rich, in this life, or the next! Or the one before this life!"

Puck shook his head in confusion, "So if we're not in the same dimension as the last one, does that mean that many ponies in the last dimension do not exist anymore? Or don't exist in this dimension, at least..."

"Nonsense," answered Quirk, as he began to turn onto a path leading to the nearby town, "Being in a different dimension means that we are in a reality which is parallel to the last reality we were in. The same ponies exist, Puck. The only difference is that in each parallel universe, it is as if the universe itself is trying to answer its own question, which is thus - what if this even happened, rather than this event? It is because of this that each parallel universe has its own little quirks which make them identical, and yet unique."

"But Captain, if the same ponies exist, then it doesn't matter which dimension we travel to - the same ponies will still be after us!"

"Not so, Puck," Quirk replied, "because if we are traveling through different dimensions which have undergone different realities, then in each new dimension we go to, the residents there will have no memory of us whatsoever... that is, most of them..."

"...What do you mean, most of them?"

Quirk struggled for the right words to say, before finally answering, "Lets cross that bridge when we get there, shall we?"

It was at this time that the two had finally arrived at the town they were headed towards, which had a sign just outside of it reading "Welcome to Ponyville".

"Ah, so Ponyville was the name of this town, I am still remembering things yet!" Quirk stated optimistically.

Puck looked back and forth amongst the cottages and houses which lined the streets of "Ponyville", along with dozens of happy citizens trotting up and down the street. Puck had never been inland before in his life, and the idea of being far away from the ocean felt completely alien to him.

Not only that, but there was something about this specific dimension which felt a little... off. He couldn't really put his hoof on why, but something didn't feel right. For all he knew, this is just the way things feel when you go traveling through different dimensions.

"Ah, here we are!" exclaimed Quirk, as he pointed a hoof at a tall building which appeared to be a giant sundae. "Now, all we need to do is look inside for any goods we can bring back to the ship."

Quirk proceeded to trot through the door of the building, and Puck followed, with a little ring making itself known as the opening door brushed past it.

"Alright, keepers of the Sugarcube Corner! I have a large order consisting of..." then Quirk stopped, and Puck could see why, because there was nopony in the building.

"Huh, this looks easy." Puck noted, taking a quick look around.

"...Excellent! The least offended ponies, the merrier!" proclaimed Quirk, as he began to trot behind the desk looking for any valuable goods. Puck did some searching himself, looking through closets, shelves, and boxes.

"Confound it!" Quirk said aloud, "There's only danishes, cupcakes, cakes, shakes, malts, and many other desserts, but there is no pure sugar, spice, and breads!"

"Maybe we could check some other local sto-" 

Thud

Puck tripped on something hidden underneath a rug, and fell flat on his face.

"Agh! I hit my nose!" Puck shouted, throwing his hooves up to his muzzle, groaning.

"Puck, you genius!" Quirk said, trotting up to him.

"Yeah, thanks for the sarcasm "Captain"."

"No, I am serious! You are a genius, Puck!"

"For making my nose bleed?"

"No! For this!"

Quirk passed Puck and took the rug in his mouth, pulling it back to reveal a trap door with a metal handle pointing up from it.

"Huh, no wonder I tripped - hey, who's big idea was it to put a rug over that!"

"I have no idea, Puck, but this is obviously none other than a trap door leading to a cellar - and a cellar means a place for storage! This must be where we can find our goods!"

Quirk excitedly went to take the handle in his mouth and pull the trap door open, allowing light to flood down on the stairs leading into the dark depths below - of about ten to fifteen feet.

"Wait," Puck said before Quirk climbed down the stairs, "we should check if anypony is down there - we'll want to know what we're up against."

Quirk blinked, "Ah! You're right Puck! You may be a tad dense, but you are quite clever!"

Puck's eyes went half-lidded with annoyance after Quirk's remark, before crawling up to the opening in the floor and shouting, "Hey, is anypony down there?"

There was silence.

"Huh," Puck said to himself, "I guess there really is nopony down ther-"

"Nope! There's nopony down here!" shouted a cheerful voice from the cellar.

"Oh, thanks! We just wanted to make sure. You know how it is with basements these days." replied Puck.

"Yep! No problem. Hey, feel free to stop by here for cupcakes some time!"

"Anytime!" Puck said, before closing the trap door and turning to face Quirk, "Yep, sounds like there's nopony down there. That means that the coast is clear for - now wait for just a blinkin' second!"

Puck opened the trap door again.

"Hey, I thought you said that nopony was down there!" shouted Puck.

"...There is nopony down here." replied the same cheerful voice.

"Well if there's nopony down there, how are you talking to me?"

Another silence.

"...Well, I, um... Of course I'm not talking to you, nopony's talking to you!"

"That's it, I'm getting to the bottom of this." Puck grumbled as he began to trot down the stairs, Quirk following behind him.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Puck turned and faced the source of the strange, cheerful pony.

"Alright, now you're going to explain to me how..."

Puck took a second to try and process what he was seeing before him. The whole room was pitch black, except for  a light directed down at a table which had - Rainbow Dash, was it?(she looked like she was about to burst into tears) - tied down to an iron medical table, with a pink pony wearing clothing which looked a lot like it was made out of pony hide, cutie marks, pegasus wings, and a neclace with unicorn horns.

She was also holding a medical knife, which she quickly tossed onto a metal cart which was on the other side of Rainbow Dash's medical table, before putting her hooves behind her back and blushing.

"Well, Hi!" the pink pony said. She had this wide, toothy grin on her face, as if she was trying to hide something.

"Hello. We are looking for any sugars, spices, or breads that you may have which we could add to our storage on our ship, the S. S. Aweship. Do you have any?"

"Oh yes!" the pink pony replied, "upstairs and in the shipment crates out in the back."

"Oh, thank you. Why didn't I think of that before?" Quirk replied, sounding flabbergasted. 

"...Sooooo do you need anything else?" the pink pony asked, voice a little shaky.

"Nope, that's it." replied Quirk.

"You're sure?" continued the pink pony.

"Yep, that just about covers it." Quirk answered, "please, carry on."

Quirk turned and began to trot up the stairs. Puck stayed, curious.

"What are you doing, anyway?" Puck asked.

"...Doing?"

"Yeah, what are you doing? Isn't that Rainbow Dash on that table?"

"What table?"

"THAT table, right next to you!"

The pink pony turned to look at the table, then back at Puck.

"Oooooh, you mean this table," the pink pony replied, sounding completely oblivious to it.

"Yeah that table."

"Oh, I'm not doing anything with that table." the pink pony chimed.

"Mmf mmf!" muffled the gagged Rainbow Dash.

"Wait, what was that?"

"That? What do you mean?"

"That mmf mmf sound!"

"What mmf mmf sound?"

Quirk leaned over and cut in, "There was an mmf mmf sound? Now that is serious."

"What do you mean that's serious, captain?" responded Puck.

"Well, you see Puck, if it was just an mmf it wouldn't have meant anything. If it was an mmf mmf mmf, then it would have meant "I'm stuck under this rock, now help me get out!". However, if it is an mmf mmf, that means that I am:


"Tied down to a medical table
in the middle of this  dark room
by a pink pony maniac
who wants to dissasemble my limbs
and skin
in order to make turn me into cupcakes
which she will feed to her friends.

Oh, and she's not using any aesthetic."


"...Oh." replied Puck, wide eyed.

"That, or it means that there's a sale on sun hats at the convenience store down the street."

"...I see."

"Let's hope it's the latter." Quirk concluded, before beginning to trot up the stairs again.

Puck eyed the situation before him suspiciously, before hesitantly turning to follow Quirk.

"Mmmmmmfff! Mmf!"

"Captain! She spoke again!"

"I heard it, Puck!" Quirk replied excitedly, before trotting up to the distraught Rainbow Dash.

"Can you make out what she's saying?"

"I can try, Puck, but that gag will definitely complicate things." Quirk responded, "Now, Rainbow Dash, what is the matter?"

"Mmf, mmf Mmmmf! Mmmmmmmmmff! Mmf mmf mmmmmmff!"

"Yes, and then what happened?"

"Mmf mmmff mmmff  mmmmffmmff! Mmmff!"

"Alright, so you were unconscious, and then what?'

"Mmf mmf!"

"Now, this is serious." Quirk stated.

"So what are we dealing with, captain?"

"Well, Puck, it appears that just this afternoon Rainbow Dash was practicing her flying techniques, when she remembered that Pinkie Pie wanted to see her this afternoon (now bear in mind, we are not dealing with Pinkie Pie, I'll explain later). And so, this "Pinkie Pie" gave her a cupcake which knocked her unconscious and now she is tied down on a medical table by Pinkie Pie, and Pinkie Pie is going to turn her into cupcakes for her next batch of delectable sweets."

"I can explain!" Shouted 'Pinkie Pie', but the Quirk and Puck ignored her.

"Eeugh! But, that's not possible, is it? Turning ponies into cupcakes?"

"Of course it isn't, silly! Why would I ever turn my friend into cupcakes!"

For the first time, Puck listened to 'Pinkie Pie'. "Yeah, see? You can't turn ponies into cupcakes. It would make the cupcakes fall apart! Not only that, but that would be disgusting!"

"On the contrary, Puck. You see, when mutilated and torn limb from limb, the bodily organs and limbs may be dried and ground together in order to produce a fine powder which can make an impeccable, and quite savory, substitute for yeast. Which is not surprising, actually. Because from all of my searching I could not find a single trace of yeast anywhere in the building. At all. Including the crates outside, I had checked those while you and this 'Pinkie Pie' had that argument about that table. Needless to say, 'Pinkie Pie' has a yeast shortage."

All of a sudden, Rainbow Dash spat out her gag and shouted, " Wait a minute! You mean Pinkie Pie is about to tear me apart, limb from limb, and gut me, because of a YEAST SHORTAGE!"

"I can explain, Dashie!" the 'Pinkie Pie' pleaded.

"Oh, now I remember," Quirk said, having a sudden epiphany, "Cupcakes is a dimension where Pinkie Pie attempts to turn her friend into cupcakes. It has nothing to do with cupcakes at all. Funny, though - I never realized it was all because Pinkie Pie had a yeast shortage. I guess we'll just have to find yeast somewhere else. At least we have the sugar and spice, though."

"Well, we can't just leave Rainbow Dash here," Puck said admittedly.

"Quite right. Feel free to set her free, if you will. We are tweaking the different dimensions already by plundering them, after all." replied Quirk.

Puck took a special gum from out of one of his vest pockets and secretly applied it to his hooves before touching each of the locks holding down Rainbow Dash, each one opening up one by one. Pinkie Pie just stood beside the scene, bemused.

"Nice trick there, Puck." Quirk noted, impressed.

"Only magic pegasus." Puck replied.

"Interesting." Quirk added.

"B-but... I still don't have any yeast!" Pinkie Pie protested.

"Pirates, remember?." Puck said blatantly.

"Don't worry, 'Pinkie Pie'," responded Quirk, "you can't make real cupcakes with normal yeast anyway."

Once Rainbow Dash was freed, she flew out of the cellar faster than she had ever flown before in her life, creating a sonic rainboom the instant she flew through the door of Sugarcube Corner. 

"Dashie, come back! It was just a joke - honest!" 

Pinkie Pie was about to chase Rainbow Dash when Quirk stopped her.

"Not so fast - Pinkamena Diane!" shouted Quirk, pointing at the pink pony.

"You meanie! My name's Pinkie Pie!"

"Objection!" shouted Quirk once more, pointing at the pink pony again, "You're not Pinkie Pie, because if you were Pinkie Pie, you'd know who I am!"

"Psh! How would I know who you are if I've never even seen you before, silly?"

"Because I am an inter-dimensional pirate! And Pinkie Pie always breaks the fourth wall! With those facts held in light of each other, I can see that the real Pinkie Pie would recognize me inter-dimensionally because she always breaks the fourth wall!"

"Exactly!" Puck exclaimed, pointing a hoof at the pink pony, even though he had no idea what Quirk was talking about.

"Pssh! Pinkamena Diane kills other ponies and griffons and such, but I don't do any of that."

"Oh really?" Quirk said condescendingly, "Then how do you explain... this!"

Suddenly, Quirk hit a switch which caused the lights in the cellar to turn on, revealing painted skulls, along with other decorated and gory paraphernalia, spanning the entire cellar.

"Sweet mother of Celestia! That's a lot of yeast!" shouted Puck, gaping awestruck at the sight before him.

"Alright, so you caught me - but you'll never take me alive!" Pinkamena shouted.

"Exactly, because I don't intend to." replied Quirk.

"...What?"

"You see, Pinkamena, you have merely been caught red handed for acting out in cannon character heresy, a trespassing of inter-dimensional law which is dictated on page 84, paragraph B, line 6607. In response, the only thing that needs to be done is that the real Pinkie Pie needs to be placed in this world, and, since there can only be one Pinkie Pie per dimension (or else the second law of thermodynamics would be broken), you would, as a result of complicated inter-dimensional sciences, be demoted from the position of "Cannon Pinkie Pie" to "Fanmade OC"."

"...Wait, Captain, you want to replace Pinkamena with the real Pinkie Pie? In this dimension?"

"Ah, perhaps someday, if the reward is right."

"...You mean, you're not gonna do anything about me?" Pinkamena asked.

"Of course not. At least, not now. Unless somepony gives us a reward for it. I just exposed you because I had the whim to expose you, anyway. Come along, skipper Puck, and help me with getting the sugar and spice shipments out in the back of Sugarcube Corner."

"Yes captain." Puck replied.

Quirk and Puck left the dumbfounded Pinkamena in the cellar as they proceeded to fill their satchels with as much sugar and spice as they could carry, before heading back to the ship, and heading off to the next dimension.