We Are One
Tauria
Pinkie had never thought of herself as just one pony; not after she saw the Rainboom. She always thought of herself as two ponies. One named Pinkie, and the other named Pinkamena.
She didn't tell anypony else this, of course. Ponies would misunderstand. They would think something was wrong with her, and then they'd make her go to a hospital and everything!
It wouldn't be entirely their fault, though. They would just have different opinions then her.
It was just better if she stayed quiet.
That way, they wouldn't misjudge. That way, they wouldn't get the wrong idea. They wouldn't think back to her birthday, when she had panicked. They wouldn't think she was off balance.
She wasn't off balance. She was perfectly normal! After all, she only thought of herself as two ponies. It wasn't actually true.
Ever since the Sonic Rainboom happened… ever since she started calling one part of her Pinkie and the other part of her Pinkamena, she had been happy. Happier than she was before.
Pinkamena and Pinkie worked together perfectly, after all.
Pinkie was wild, loud, and occasionally obtrusive. She was almost always eager to throw a party, and to meet new friends. She was hyperactive, she babbled incessantly, and she barely paid attention to the world around her. She had a major sweet tooth. She didn't have much patience. She liked coming up with random tunes, humming them under her breath. Pinkie Sense belonged to her, only beginning a year after the Rainboom. Pinkie was more dominant, and thus, she had everyone call her Pinkie Pie.
Pinkamena was quieter, able to sit still longer than five minutes, and respected other ponies personal space. She was the one who planned the parties, and helped sort through the ideas that seemed too much. She kept track of who they knew, and who they didn't. She possessed a bit more patience than Pinkie. She was the one who came up with recipes and managed to follow them. She also wrote the lyrics to match Pinkie's tunes. She figured out what the Pinkie Sense meant. She paid careful attention to the world. Pinkamena wasn't as dominant, but she was okay with that, because she preferred thinking anyway.
They were two halves of the coin named Pinkamena (Pinkie) Diane Pie.
Pinkamena paid attention while Pinkie babbled, or ran around, of did whatever it was that Pinkie Pie did. She planned the parties, and remembered who they needed to invited, while Pinkie supplied the energy and eagerness to do so.
They wrote songs together. They baked together. They used Pinkie Sense together. They were happy together. They laughed together. They made new friends together.
Together, they were the Element of Laughter.
Together, they were a great party pony, baker, and friend.
Together, they were one.