{*First-Person View, Main Character*}
For the sixth time in these past two days I found myself lying down on another comfortable, supported object. The object in question was the Cake's living room on the upper floor of the Sugarcube Corner. Just like Rarity's house, it was bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. Not only was there space for both Pinkie's room and the Cake's room, as well as the huge-ass kitchen downstairs and the store itself, but also had enough feet to spare a living room, a baby room and two bathrooms! This place is pretty cool!
But I digress. I was casually lying down on the sofa in the living room. Interestingly enough, this room was peculiar to Rarity's living room. The set-up was mostly the same, with two sofas surrounding a coffee table beside a fireplace in a semi-circular room. The only thing that was different was that the room were painted to accustom the different theme the shop brought on. Vivid reds, bright pinks and contrasting dough colours were splattered across the walls. Oh, and the fireplace was also lit. Ms. Cake was kind enough to light it while I had my stay here. And stay here I would, because Twilight was out like a light.
Yes, the little purple horse was sleeping in a different room. More specifically, the Cake's room. They were also kind enough to let Twilight sleep in a proper bed. I sighed, envious of her successful attempt at resting. I thought it was a good idea to try and get a nap too, after all that's happened lately, but no matter what I tried, I just couldn't fall asleep. There was just too many things to consider and too much to think about. Twilight's state of being after leaving Pinkie's room especially disturbs me.
She was in there for a long time, and I mean a LONG. TIME. I had no idea what time it was when she got in, but about ten minutes later I check the clock in the kitchen to start counting. An hour and a half later, Twilight slowly descended the steps carrying very red eyes, a look of over exhaustion and an absolutely negative demeanour. She was sniffling and I could spot traces of many tears along the canvas of her face. She sounded stuffed up when she talked to me, and after I asked her how her talk with Pinkie went all she told me was that she was tired and needed to take a nap. The unicorn then proceeded to talk to the Cakes about a room and that's how she ended up sleeping in their bed.
That said, this is the worst I've ever seen her. And I thought her state was bad in the library, no! She's an absolute train wreck! She couldn't even muster up the strength to look at me when I spoke to her! Her fur coat was so discoloured it was like she was an entirely different pony! Twilight Sparkle? Hah, there was no sparkle in this Twilight! I couldn't get my mind off of her, so half an hour ago I peeked into the room to see if she was still sleeping or not, and by god, even when sleeping she looked sad! And not just sad sad, but terribly, awfully sad! So sad it made my heart ache! I think she might have been having nightmares, because after seeing your friend die like that, I don’t think it’s possible to NOT have nightmares.
This is bad. No, this is beyond bad, this is terrible! I don't know if Twilight will ever recover from this! I mean, I know that people deal with death all the time, but losing a friend like that? And it wasn't like she had to hear the news from somebody else, she was right there to witness Rarity’s demise too! Twilight had to witness the death of one of her best friends and her little sister! That's just awful! I’ve never lost any of my friends before, so I can’t possibly imagine what Twilight’s going through right now.
And Rarity. I don't even know what to think. Sure, I knew her for a few hours, but... I just don't know. She's gone. Just like that, in a blink of an eye. One minute I'm talking to twilight about her sibling issues and the next minute she's dead. And me and Twilight couldn't do anything about it. Well, Twilight could, and I think she tried, but something happened to her magic, I just know it. It was as if her spell got interrupted or something. I dunno, it's hard to recall what exactly happened to her, it all happened so fast. But most importantly (well, to me, anyways), Sweetie Belle died as well.
I got to know her better than her sister. She was a sweet young pony, one that definitely looked towards the future and wasn't hesitant to do whatever it took to reach her dreams. She told me about her adventures with her friends and how they were looking for their 'cutie marks'; their calling. They were so close and yet so far, so they just kept searching, hoping that one day they would find it. And they would try virtually anything, whether it be simple or just plain stupid. But she didn’t even reach her goal! She didn’t get to live to see the day where she got one! What's worse was that she wasn't in best terms with Rarity! I mean, Rarity didn't get a single chance to make amends before her fate was sealed!
I sighed out loud.
She was so young, and she was just trying to find her place in life...
Fuck.
I'm not sure how Twilight's sleeping through all of this. She must have been at the very end of her stamina to actually fall asleep. I can't tell how much sleep I'll be losing tonight, but I guess I’ll just have to see.
"Knock knock, party coming through."
I sit up, looking for the source of the words. In the doorway was Pinkie Pie, giving a slight grin.
But at the same time, it wasn't Pinkie Pie. It couldn't have been. There was just too much of a difference between the Pinkie Pie of the past and the Pinkie Pie before me! Her mane was drooping down, her colour several shades darker (just like Twilight) and there were large, black bags under her eyes. Speaking of her eyes, they were very red too. But most disturbing, she wasn't hyper. She just stood in the doorway, smiling softly. I was surprised that she wasn't tackling me at this point, but no, she was calm. Now, I've only known Pinks for a day, but man, that couldn't have been natural for her. Or healthy.
"The Cakes told me you would be in here." she stated, entering the small living room.
"Yeah. I've just been chillin' for the last hour or so." I answer back. she walked to the edge of the sofa, looking at me over the arm rest. Why would ponies need an arm rest for? Stay on subject, Griffin. "What happened to you?"
"What do you mean?" she curiously spoke.
I gave her a 'really?' look before realizing that she honestly had no idea what I meant. It's kinda sad that she's so innocent. Or maybe being oblivious is apart of her personality. I dunno.
"I mean, why do you look so... dark? Your coat is kinda, sorta, really dark. And I mean a dark pink, not just a dark dark."
"I don't look dark." she responded in denial.
"And you're manes fallen straight." I countered, pointing with my arms crossed.
"Is it?" She glanced up and lifted up the front of her hair with her hoof. "Oh. I guess it is."
I almost face palmed. Almost. She just acknowledged it like it was an everyday fact! Does her mane do that THAT often? Or is she too mentally shot to realize what's in front of her?
"Griffin, can I ask you a question?"
Ok, sudden change of subject. Strange. "Sure, go for it."
"Do you care for Twilight?"
I jumped, completely not prepared for the question. I waved my hands frequently in denial. "No! No no no no no! That's just wrong! Why would ask me that?"
She giggled, but not the same giggle she was giving me before. "Silly Griffin, that's not what I mean. What I mean is do you care for her as a friend?"
"Well, I..." I hummed, calming down. I put my hand to my chin and started rubbing it in thought. I mean, of course I cared for her, but I wasn't sure as to what level of care I put into her.
"I guess I do." I respond whole heartedly. "I mean, I just met the girl, but we get together pretty well. She seems a bit too factual for her own good, but otherwise I have no problems with her. Well, besides the fact that she basically took me hostage and threw me against the wall magically, but that's all in the past, and I really don't want to focus on that. That said, she HAS saved my butt once, but I also saved hers. Yeah, I think that it's save to say that we've got each other's backs."
"Wow." She said, accepting my answer. "You really do care for her."
I gave her an incredulous look. I'm not sure if she still means 'care' as in care for a friend or not. It's hard to tell with the crazy pony. Well, it's actually hard to tell ANYTHING with her! Maybe that's just how she is. Random and hyper, but at least she was sane.
"Hmm. Good to know. Now that that’s settled, I think that it’s nap time for the twins. I think that I’ll need to put them to sleep..."
She took her leave. All of the sudden. Really? That's all she had to say about my answer? Bullshit! That’s very suspicious of you, Pinkie! She's not telling me something! And that single question must have had some kind of great importance! I had to know what she's up to, especially if Twilight's somehow involved in it! I leaped from the couch, vaulted over it and dashed to the hall, ducking my head underneath the doorway. "Pinkie, wait!" I call out. As I checked both directions in the hallway, I realized that there was no one to call out to.
She completely disappeared.
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