You finally arrive back at your house and notice the time for the first time for the day. It was about eleven, about to turn into the afternoon. That didn’t bother you much, though there was less time left in the day then you expected. Anyways once you enter your house, you notice the pink pony, Pinkie Pie, setting up the house in colorful colors.
“Oh hi Anon, don’t mind me, I’m just getting the party ready for later.” Pinkie had explained quickly and cheerfully. “Its going to be super duper, aren’t you excited?” This was probably the fifth party this week, and it only Tuesday. You were getting quite tired of them, but her friends didn’t seem to mind. You shake your head indicating no to her, you weren’t able to keep up with all these parties like they could. Her eyes go wide as if in a puppy eyes manner. “But why?” You couldn’t stand seeing any of the ponies look like this, always made you feel bad, but you tried to explain to her that humans and her kind of ponies are different in energy.
It wasn’t that you were old; you were twenty-four, so you were still quite young, but you never got out much honestly. She was quite saddened that you didn’t want to party, and with that everything was picked up right away; you didn’t know how she was able to do it. Twilight did say something to not question her unusualness; she couldn’t find an answer to it. Once Pinkie had gathered up everything she began to trot to her room it seemed. Did you really make her that sad? You decided you wanted to rest first before you went to confront the pink pony.
You lie down on the couch and try to sleep, but find yourself unable to after twenty minutes. You blame yourself for making Pinkie sad, you shouldn’t have done that you thought. You get up and begin to walk to her room, and begin to open the door, to find it locked. You knock on the door, “Go away!” you hear from inside. You begin to knock again and you hear a click indicating the door was open. You finally open the door, and see a not so bright pink pony in the corner. Her hair wasn’t puffy either it seemed, but instead straight down. To be honest it kinda creeped you out seeing the ever happy pony do a one eighty turn.
“Are you here to scream at me again Anon?” She turns her head towards you, with one of the saddest faces you will ever see. Was she accusing you of screaming at her? You never did, you just told her no. Though you did suppose it was your fault she is acting like this, you couldn’t think of anything to do, but hug her. You walk up to her, as she stares at you wondering what you’re doing, until finally you hug her, brushing her hair with your hand. After some time you feel something fluffy hit you in the head but only for a moment. “Oh Anon, I can't stay mad at you.” She begins to return the hug. “I suppose I’ve should have asked if it was fine with you first instead of doing things on my own accord, I’m just so use to my own world where everyone is happy.”
You begin to break off the hug and notice she is wearing one of those goofy glasses that has a nose and moustache. You couldn’t help but laugh at her randomness. First she was all happy setting up a party, then she is sad at not being able to celebrate, and now she is random. No wonder people loved her back in her hometown; she could put a smile on just about anyone it seems. You decide to pick her up and put her on your shoulders, and begin to walk to the living room. She decides to sing a song about how you’re the best human she will ever meet and is lucky to have met you. Her songs were quite catchy at times. You two begin to set up the room, making it bright with lots of colors, some of which you didn’t know existed, Pinkie really was the party pony after all.
Once everything was done, the other five ponies came into the house to celebrate, celebrate what you wonder? But that didn’t matter, you were just happy and laughing the whole time this happened. It has been forever since you last had a good time; prom was probably the last time it happened, though you didn’t have a date, your friends made up for it, but whatever happened to them you didn’t know. Soon it became ten at night no one seemed to have noticed the time go by, guess the party was just that much fun. You began to escort everypony back to their room, leaving Pinkie last. Once the first five were in their rooms sleeping, you decide to go over to Pinkie’s room.
“Hey Anon, did you have a super time? I know I did, there was everything thanks to you. We should throw more parties, but umm that’s if you’re up for it of course; I forget I’m in a different reality sometimes.” She smiled at you as you sat down on her bed. You couldn’t blame her, she always seems to forget things, that’s probably due to her hyper activeness and possibly all the sugar she has ever eaten in her life. You swear for such a party animal, pony, you were surprised she was able to keep a slim figure like the rest of her friends; she must have had a secret. At this moment you could feel something fluffy hugging you. “You’re the best Anon, don’t forget that for me please?” She looks at you eyes wide. You smile, and promise that you wouldn’t, as you play with her hair which goes down, scaring you, but then puffs up back in a second. “Yay then, love you Anon.” As she kisses you on the cheek and hugging you again, falling asleep.
You stand up and begin to walk out her room. You were quite glad she was the third pony to appear to you, you weren’t sure if her positive emotions could survive in this world sometimes. Also these ponies were quite affectionate it seemed, you were glad, you never got any attention back at school, it made you feel like someone.