Music swept across Ponyville on this fine, sunny day as Fruit sat outside Sugarcube Corner strumming her banjo. The Cakes had returned from their delivery and allowed Fruit to go outside the shop, but not before fixing the hole in the roof....
Pinkie hadn't returned yet so Fruit was bored yet again, although this time, she could be outside and be bored. So Fruit decided to play her banjo for the town to hear. She was actually quite good at the banjo, and she often made her own versions of classic music pieces.
Fruit had just finished her version of Beethoofen's 5th when Mrs. Cake came out of the shop.
"Fruit, dearie, could you go check upstairs? There's this squeaking noise I keep hearing from up there, and I think it's coming from your room...."
"Sure Auntie...." Fruit sighed. She picked up her banjo and sighed again as she trudged inside.
"Ugh...., when will Pinkie get back from her.... thing... place.... thing....."
Fruit paused instantaneously as she went up the stairs.
"Where did Pinkie go? She never told me.... Hmm...."
Fruit began to imagine all the different scenarios of where Pinkie was. What if she wandered into the Wastes and was attacked by a giant skeletal dragon? What if she met a legendary samurai pony and they went on a quest to find their true power? What if she encountered a crazed mare who's obsessed with fire, and Pinkie and her friends were on an epic mission to stop the mare from incinerating all of Equestia?!?
Fruit then dismissed all those ideas, they being way too implausible to ever happen, and she continued up the steps.
As she got to the top, Fruit began to hear the squeaking.
"That must be what Auntie was talking about...."
Fruit started her search, looking behind every picture frame and between every couch cushion, but found nothing. She then began following the squeaking, homing in on the source of the sound. Fruit slowly crept up to where the noise was loudest...
"Annnnnnnnnnnnd..... GOTCHA!!!
Instantly, Fruit was swarmed with green, red, and a whole lot of squeaks.
"Gah! What the slag.... was..... that...." Fruit trailed off as she saw one of the most awesome things she ever seen.
It was a fruit bat; one of those subspecies of bat that looked like actual fruit. The only thing was that it didn't look like any fruit Fruit Cake had ever seen before, and she'd seen every single kind of fruit from apples to tomatoes. As a matter of fact, it was the same colors as Fruit's mane!
The fruit bat huddled itself on the floor; Fruit realized that she'd scared it and felt like a flank-hole.
Fruit tried to crawl up to the bat softly, but it screeched at her and hopped away.
"Hey, little dude..." She tried again, "Sorry about my yelling at you, I didn't know what you were..." Fruit apologized, but the fruit bat just sat there and ignored her.
"But now that I know what you are," Fruit continued, "I think you're awesome!"
The fruit bat turned to Fruit and squeaked softly.
"Yeah, course I do, I mean, you're the same colors as my mane! That's so slaggin' cool! It's like we were meant for each other!"
The fruit bat perked up and jumped on Fruit's nose.
"Hey, what are you doing, you little scamp?" Fruit giggled as the bat went up her face and climbed into her thick, bushy mane.
"Hehehe....., alright, come on out now..."
The fruit bat climbed out of Fruit's mane, carrying a strawberry in its mouth.
"Found a little snack, did ya?" Fruit giggled some more. She trotted over to the couch and let the fruit bat jump off and began to nibble away at the strawberry.
"Aww.... You are soooooooo~ cute when your eating! You got a name little dude?"
The fruit bat responded with a sad little squeak.
"What? No name?!? I don't think I could of a anything worse!"
The fruit bat made another sad squeak.
"You know what, I'll think up a name for you! How does that sound?"
The fruit bat hopped and squeaked in delight.
"Okay then.... hmmm....." Fruit got to thinking of an awesome name for her new little buddy.
"How about...., Skyberry?"
The fruit bat shook its head.
"Kay, umm......, Ratbat?"
A bunch of angry squeaks were enough to tell Fruit what it thought.
"Okay, umm......." Fruit had to search deep into her imagination if she was to think of the perfect name.
"Hmmm..........AH! I got it!" Fruit jumped in the air, "Jinjo! What'dya think of that name?"
Fruit was met with happy squeaks and an excited fruit bat on her nose.
"I'll take that as a yes! Welcome aboard Jinjo!"
Jinjo yawned and climbed inside Fruit's mane to take a nap.
Fruit giggled, "Kay then, have a good sleep!" Fruit then realized, "There's no way Uncle and Auntie will let me keep him...." Fruit sighed, "I don't think I'll tell them yet...., least until I get on their better side..." Fruit giggled as she went down the stairs. She grabbed her banjo as she went back out side to play.
"Hmmm...., what to play....? I know! "Nightmare on Shaved Mountain!"