Twilight had never had this much fun at a Pinkie Party.
... Okay, that was an understatement. All of Pinkie's parties were so much fun, but they were always too hectic, with Pinkie constantly insisting that Twilight should've danced the entire time. She never had the heart to say no to Pinkie, so she danced, always ending up panting at the end.
Which is why it was quite shocking and ironic that Pinkie was just talking to everyone and giving them cupcakes. Ironic because the only time that the Cakes and the twins weren't here, Pinkie toned it down. As Twilight tried to wrap her head around that information, Pinkie tapped her on the shoulder, nearly making her yelp in shock.
"Oh, Pinkie, you startled me!" she said.
Pinkie just giggled. "Well of course silly! That's what I was trying to do!"
"Huh?"
"It wouldn't be a good "happy-two-years-and-whatever-months-of-being-here-Twilight!" party without a good scare!" Pinkie then frowned. "But you didn't scream, and that doesn't make a good scare good party scare!"
"Oh, er, sorry?" Twilight said, trying to process the last bit of Pinkie's sentence. "So, um..." There you go again, Twilight, she thought. You're horrible at small talk. Just say something! Anything! "Have you heard what happened in Fillydelphia?" she blurted.
Pinkie frowned even more, confusion now glazed in her eyes. "No. What happened?"
What happened, Twilight... What happened? Think of something to say! But she couldn't. The words didn't flow as easily as writing a letter or book did. Just a few words...
"There's a new book out!" she said triumphantly.
"Oooh, what's it about?" giggled Pinkie.
"Starswirl the Bearded," she said, now happy that her words flowed better.
"Cooool!"
Twilight nodded awkwardly. At that moment, a dusty taste washed through her mouth, to Twilight's surprise and distaste. Maybe she could ask Pinkie for something to drink so she could wash it down? But she didn't want to be a burden. Then again, she'd be even more of a burden if she let the dusty taste bother her too much. She finally decided and said, "Pinkie, may I please have a drink?"
Pinkie nodded. "Sure thing! You know where the kitchen is~"
Twilight trotted towards the kitchen and to the cabinet, where she got a cup and filled it with water. With the cup held in her mouth, she cautiously moved back into the party room. She stopped halfway, as she noticed something that wasn't there before. A closet?
She set her cup down on the floor and studied the door to the closet. Hmm... The door's made with... that's a new piece of wood it's made from. I'll have to read into it later. The door hinges appear sturdy, and the wood seems somewhat hollow.
"HEY!" yelled Pinkie as she appeared behind Twilight, which made her scream and fall over, narrowly avoiding falling on her cup. Pinkie laughed. "Now THAT'S a good scare good party scare!" Her expression turned grim with terrifying speed. "Now stay away from my closet."
With strength only Celestia should have, Pinkie easily threw the grown mare into the party room, leaving the other four speechless, as they had no idea what was going on.
"Everypony get out!" Pinkie yelled, and everyone did so as quick as possible. Once the last pony, Fluttershy, had left, Pinkie slammed the door, and Fluttershy let out a little quiver.
Rarity looked exasperated. "Why I never... What in Celestia's name is wrong with Pinkie?"
Twilight shifted hooves as silently and inconspicuous as can be, but Rainbow Dash easily noticed. The tomboy stuck her face into Twilight's. "Did YOU have something to do with it?!" she snarled.
Twilight started sweating under the stress. "Er, not exactly" she said, and explained what happened up until now. Applejack and Rarity nodded in understanding, Rainbow still snarled, and Fluttershy whimpered some more throughout her story. Once she was finished, Applejack stood up.
"Welp. There's only one thing ta do," she said with a smile. "We go inside Pinkie's closet."
"Are you MAD?" cried out Rainbow. "You saw what Pinkie did when Twilight just TOUCHED it!"
"Actually, I only inspecte-"
She ignored Twilight. "Just think of what she could do if we actually went in there!"
Applejack begrudgingly agreed. "Ah guess you're right... But we can't just let her be consumed by this obsession of her closet, especially since we don't know why she's even obsessed with it in the first place." Twilight and Applejack both smiled and frowned, respectfully, at the same time. Twilight's use of large words was gradually rubbing off on Applejack, and they both knew it. Applejack continued. "Besides, we could just check inside while she's not there."
"No such thing darling. When you've been with Pinkie for an awfully long time, you know that she appears anywhere at any moment." Rarity said, shaking her head. Twilight certainly knew that, and she was sure everyone else knew that as well.
"Um... I just thought of something..." Fluttershy whispered.
"What?" asked Twilight.
"If Pinkie can be here at any moment and any time..."
"Yeah?" Rainbow said.
"What if she's listening in on us right now? Especially since we're right outside her home?"
Nobody said a word as they all awkwardly glanced at each other while Twilight facehoof'd. Of course Pinkie could be able to hear them. How could she have been so stupid as to discuss about it here? Now she'd never find out about Pinkie's closet, and what significance it has on Pinkie's well being. Twilight looked up at the window to Pinkie's room on the second floor, and was relieved to see no one there, when she was in fact suspecting Pinkie to be glaring at the five of them.
She was half right; Pinkie wasn't glaring from her window, but from her door, which was wide open. "Go away guys!" She slammed the door, but reopened it slightly after a few seconds. "But we can meet for cotton candy at that bi-annual festival tomorrow." She slammed the door again.
"Fluttershy was right..." Rarity whispered.
"You heard the mare. We'll talk to her about it at the Starlight Festival tomorrow," Rainbow said, and flew off before anyone could say otherwise.
Everyone left the premises and returned to their homes, hopeful for the coming day.