Pinkie Pie screamed.
I screamed.
She screamed louder and I let go of her forelegs, which I was holding because I thought she was just a buckin' plushie and I tried to throw her on my bunk bed again.
But she wasn't just a plushie.
The pink creature was bouncing and running around my way too small bedroom. I tried to calm her down by talking, trying to catch her, but she was just too fast for me to catch.
'Pinkie!' I tried several times, but it was like she simply didn't understand what I said.
In the end, I decided to just block the door with myself and wait.
It costed her about twenty minutes to completely exhaust herself. I was surprised, for the "real" Pinkie Pie seemed to have an endless amount of energy.
I switched on the light and saw the pink, shivering creature trying to hide away behind her tail, looking up at me with big eyes filled with tears.
I sat down on my knees. 'Pinkie,' I whispered.
The creature didn't respond to her name, in fact, she didn't do anything besides shivering and silently crying.
I reached out my hand, but she squeaked and covered her face with her pink and curly hair.
'Pinkieeeee,' I triend again, now really really softly. 'It's okay, I'm on your side...'
Why didn't she talk to me?
'Do you... hear me?' I asked. Maybe she was deaf or so. If she would have traveled from Equestria to... here... by some teleportation thingy or so, she must have traveled by the speed of light. And by such a speed, your eardrums easily could tear.
The pink pony didn't react. How could I know if she was deaf or not?
I only knew one way, but that was cruel to do to somepony who was very scared and paranoid about the strange, monkey-like creature who was trying to approach and touch her.
I decided to wait until she had calmed down a little bit. But how could you calm down a pony who was scared to death, crying like a newborn foal and hiding like Spike for the timberwolves?
I looked at her again. What was Pinkie's fa-
Well, why didn't I think of this before? I stood up and walked to my door. I looked behind me and said, 'Stay here. I'll be right back.'
I left the door open and the lights on. I saw my cat walk into my room. I guess he maybe could make Pinkie a little more... relaxed.
I don't know if it actually worked, but ten minutes later my cat walked out of the room again and I shoved the cupcakes into the oven.
I decided to check up on the pony. I walked into my room and saw she was gone.
I heard giggling coming out of my bed. I climbed up the stairs to find two little pink ponies, the one was stuffed and the other one real.
'I have cupcakes,' I said.
The pink pony just stared at me, she looked puzzled. I think she couldn't decide wherether I was good or bad. And why didn't she talk to me?'
'Can you hear me?' I asked again, but she didn't reply. She just made a noise that sounded like a combination of laughing and the sound horses are supposed to make, though I neber heard it in the show.
'Come down, I wanna show you something,' I said. I jumped down the stairs and looked over the railing of my bed.
I made a gesture with my head that she should follow me, and after a couple of attempts, lots of movements and tapping on the floor, she saw the light.
Buuuuut. She didn't have hands or feet. How was she going to get down those stairs?
I spread my arms. 'I'll help you,' I said.
She tilted her head in a way that could only mean that she understood, but was unsure what to do.
'I can help you get down the stairs,' I said. 'Or you could stay there for ever.'
She blinked.
I looked behind me if I could find a chair or something, so she could jump down. I grabbed the wooden chair that was next to my desk, but when I turned back to my bed I saw the pony standing on the floor, with all four hooves.
'How did you...' I said, but then realized something. I laughed. 'Nevermind, you're Pinkie Pie. C'mon, I wanna shoooow you something!'
After a while, I made it clear to Pinkie that she should come to the kitchen.
We only have one floor to live on, and the kitchen is pretty much next to my bedroom. I pulled out a chair for the pony to stand on, so she could look on what was happening on the counter.
It had taken me a while to get Pinkie Pie out of my room, so the cakes were done by then. I took them out of the oven and as soon as Pinkie saw them, she looked at me and smiled the biggest smile I have ever seen.
I clapped my hands in excitement, knowing that I was gonna decorate cupcakes with the cake master of Equestria.
I guess I didn't really... realize how odd it was that Pinkie ended up here. That was all to come, we just enjoyed baking cupcakes together then.
'Blue icing?' I asked, as I mixed the powdered sugar with exactly one teaspoon of lukewarm water.
Pinkie looked at me - so she DID hear me! -, and squinted.
'Blue?' I asked again, but the pony shrugged.
I pulled out the tin cookie jar in which my mother and I keep our bottles of icing, and emptied it on the table.
I sorted them by colour. 'Pick one,' I said. 'Or more, if you like.'
Pinkie squinted again, but then she saw the light and grabbed the blue bottle with her hoof... well, yes, she did. It was strange and idiotic to see, it was like her hoof was a hand to her.
I didn't complain, it always came in handy to have a help with the kitchen.
She grabbed my bowl of white icing and carefully dripped one drop in the sugar mix.
She then stirred it and I saw the colour perfectly matched that of her eyes.
Pinkie then proudly scooped the icing on the cupcakes and spread it... well, in a way only she could do it.
'Wauw,' I muttered. Pinkie looked up from her work and tilted her head.
'It looks amazing!' I said. Somehow, Pinkie didn't seem to understand me. She reacted on sounds, so she couldn't be deaf.
Maybe she suffered from Amnesia? Nah, probably not. There was no chance that you know how to make icing, but do not remember how to speak. Then what was the problem?
'You like 'em?' I asked the pony.
She looked up from her plate. After devouring four cupcakes (and still demanding more), she maybe could explain somehow what happened.
But no, the pony shrugged again.
I had a genius idea, if I can say so myself. For it was my boyfriend's favourite song from the show, I had learned how to play "Smile" on the piano.
I sat down on the piano stool and saw that the pony had walked over to our nice black piano. She pulled herself on two legs and pressed some keys with her hooves. It didn't sound too bad, for somepony with hooves.
I played the first four chords of the song and looked at Pinkie. She frowned and stared at my hands.
'Do you know this song?' I asked.
She looked at me, but only let out a brief neigh.
I continued playing. At the first chorus, she started singing along with me.
Well, it again was more bright, twinkling neighing. I smiled. I finally found out what the problem was.