Chapter 3
Later that evening, Twilight was sitting at one of the tables outside of Starbucks, directly under the sign with a double-tailed sea pony, completely bewildered at her behavior at Sweet Apple Acres. She was talking with some random stallion who was sitting with her at the table.
"So then next thing I knew," she said, "there were instrumentals coming out of nowhere, and I knew the lyrics to this random Maredonna song that I barely know the lyrics to. Since I woke up this morning, I have felt huge periods of hyper-activity, massive exuberance, large cravings, ... And I just realised that coffee isn't the best remedy for that...."
"I feel like I'm turning into someone else." She continued.
"I think I know what you're talking about," said the stallion, "Ever since I was attacked by thet timberwolf a few days back, i've been having nightmares of running through a dark forest and waking up with blood in mouth."
"I just hope the mayor's new security measures will be enough to keep everypony safe from that mad timberwolf that has been killing ponies around 329, Bridle Street," said Twilight.
"Me too," said the stallion, "That's where I live."
Afterward, Twilight was walking across the street toward her home trying to put the events of earlier today out of her, when her tail started twitching uncontrollably, almost knocking her over. When she regained her balance, She looked back at her shaking appendage. When she attemped to hold it with her hooves, It quickly dodged her grasp. She then tried to catch it again and again. After a few failed attemps, she became quite annoyed, and became more persistant in her chase. Within a few seconds, she looked like a dog chasing her tail. Over at the side of the street, a colt and his mother were just staring quizzically at this strange occurrence..
"Mommy," he said pointing, "isn't that the town librarian?"
HIs mother then nervously led him away.
Soon, Twilight had run out of breath and gave up on her pursuit. While she was almost done catching her breath, she was caught off-guard by Pinkie Pie, Landing right on top of her.
"Hey Twilight!" She happily said, as though nothing was wrong, "I didn't see you there!"
"Pinkie!" Twilight said, till recovering, "Where did you fall from!?!"
"The sky of course," Pinkie replied, "duh!"
While Twilight was still trying to take in what had come out of Pinkies mouth, Pinkie Spoke up, "Enough about physics! I forgot to give you your invitation to the first annual "My Super-ific Duper-ific Blood-Sister-ific Extrafaganza-rific Party at Sugar Cube Corner" tonight! ..........ific!"
"Okay," said Twilight, trying to hide her nervousness about what Pinkie could have to do with her condition today, "so where's the invitation."
"Oh!" said Pinkie, as a pink unicorn filly with a blond mane and a small and stubby horn, was walking her puppy, which was an adorable and small brown and white king charles cavalier spaniel with pink bows in both it's ears, and whose little tail was wagging like crazy, "I put the invitation in my party cannon! Which should be dropping down aaaaaany secoond nooow..."
Just then, just like Pinkie Pie, her patented "party cannon" fell from the same sky she did, with 1240 psi force, right on top of the puppy, blood splattering all over the filly walking it.
After a few minutes of ackward silence from all three ponies, the filly screamed, "AAAAAAAAAHHH! FUZZY MITTON, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
By this time, Twilight and Pinkie were both clear out of sight.
Once they were far enough away from the crime scene, Twilight and Pinkie were able to stop, behind an old alleyway.
Pinkie was the first to speak up, "Golly! I really should apologize every time that happens."
"Pinkie," said Twilight, "can I ask you a question,"
Pinkie gasped, "I love questions! Can I go first?"
"Uh," said Twilight, confused, "okay..."
"Would you be mad if I told you that I paid for all the party favores under your name?"
"Well, yeah," said Twilight ",why?"
"Nothing," said Pinkie innocently, "your turn!"
"Well," Twilight said, "Pinkie, do you enjoy being, well, you?"
"Do I enjoy being me?" said Pinkie "Why of course I do! I make other ponies happy, I make sugar coated treats all morning long, I can make ponies sing and dance against their will, I have an adorable pet alligator, I live with the happiest couple in Ponyville, I'm a regular babysitter for the most adorable pair of twins in Equestria, I have the ability to be any place I want at any time, I act however I want in public without people staring, my body is more indestructible than diamonds, I can eat anything I want all the time and never gain even a fraction of a pound, and, when I go to bed, the Cakes tuck me into my bed with the cosiest pair of straps you have ever seen! And even when I can't go to bed, Mrs. Cake stays up with me, and I tell her spoooooky ghost stories while she sits there drinking a bottle of tequila!"
"Wow," said Twilight, dumbstruck, "that's quite the life."
"Yep!" said Pinkie, "I just wish that Mrs. Cake was that happy MOST of the time."
"Well, I'm going to home and get ready for tonight," said Twilight, "See you there."
"Not if I see you first blood sister," Pinkie said as Twilight left for her house, "nice hair by the way! It looks somewhat familiar!"
Just then, the dumpster behind Pinkie opened up to reveal Scootaloo inside looking tired.
"Hey," said Scootaloo, exhausted, "can you keep it down? I'm trying to sleep."
When Twilight got to her home, she stepped inside and put in the twenty-five-digit number on her alarm system. She then went upstairs to her bathroom.
After showering and taking her medication, Twilight was having extreme difficulty trying to comb her mane. No matter how much she tried to straighten it out, It was just instantly inflate back to it's pinkie-like state. Frustrated, she chucked the hairbrush at the door. At that moment, Spike walked through the door.
"Hey Twi-OOOF!!!" He said, getting pelted in the nose by the hairbrush.
"Spike!" said Twilight, "Don't get in the way of the manebrush, you could have broken it."
"Jeez, Twilight," He said, getting up and clutching his nose in pain, "are you alright?"
"Of course i'm alright, Spike," Twilight said, "It's the manebrush i'm worried about."
Twilight then levitated the brush back over to herself and checked it for dents of cracks.
Satisfied, she put the brush down and said to Spike, "Now just think of what would have happened to us if that you had brocken my manebrush..."
As she walked out of the bathroom, Spike said, looking at her mane, "I think I can see such a scenario veeeryy cllleeeearyyy..."
He followed Twilight downstairs to the main room and said, "You're seriously gonna go to Pinkie's party looking like that."
"I've had worse hair days," stated Twilight, thinking back to the time when Twilight and Spike were asleep, and spike sneezed in his sleep, lighting Twilight's scalp on fire, "I'm just worried I might do something out of character."
"Twilight, don't you notice any sort of connection?" asked Spike.
"What connection?" Twilight asked, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"Twilight," Spike stated, "I'm not stupid, and neither are the readers. The author on the other hand is a different story. But since you've woken up, you've consumed massive amounts of Super-Mega-Ultra-Deluxed Sized Brayskin Robins ice cream, propelled yourself at speeds unfathomable to pony-kind, and have danced for no reason. All things Pinkie Pie would do!"
"Okay," admitted Twilight, ",so I've been exhibiting Pinkie like behavior, "what's your point?"
"You don't think it has anything to do with Pinkie giving you her blood does it?" Spike asked.
"What are you saying, Spike," asked Twilight nervously, "That I actually AM becoming Pinkie Pie's "blood-sister""
"I didn't say blood-sister! you said blood sister!" Spike stated as matter of fact.
"Spike," Twilight said reassuringly, "That sort of thing has nothing to do with one's physical, or psychological makeup. To assume that something as elementary as a blood-transfusion can change a pony to that extent is perposturous. I'm not turning into Pinkie, and her blood isn't going to do anything to make me like Pinkie. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a paaaaaar-tay to get to."
She then calmly walked out the door.
After she did, Spike said to himself, "Three, Two, One..."
All of a sudden Twilight came running back through the door, grapping spike beggingly, with a look of paniced desparation on her face.
"YOU HAVE TO HELP ME GET THIS CURS'ED DEMON FLUID OUT OF MY BODY!!!" She screamed.
"That's more like it," said Spike smugly.
"This isn't a joke Spike! I can't spend the rest of my life being the antithesis of logic!" said Twilight, "I fucking adore logic!"
"Normally I would take this time to recite you the "I'm right speech" I have spend 5 years of my life preparing," said Spike, walking toward a chest in the corner of the room, "But fortunatly for you, I forsaw this from the beggining, and I think I have an effecient solution for your humourous dilema."
"Yes?" asked Twilight.
"While you were at Applejack's, I took the liberty of purchasing a leech from the local petstore," Spike said opening up the chest, "with it, we should be able to suck out the Pinkie-blood from your system, and you'll be back to nor- it's dead."
After a few moments of acquired silence, Twilight said with a shocked expression, "Dead!?! What the hell did you feed it?"
"I just fed it what you usually feed Owlicious," Spike said, pulling out a dead mouse from the chest.
"It's a shame really. I thought he'd really enjoy it. I know I do." He said, bitting the mouse head off, as Twilight watched in horror.