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// Crayons 
// Story: Life of Pie 
// by HeartShieldFiM 
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Good my mother comes home late on Fridays. I wasn't sure how I had to explain her that I had found a My Little Pony in my bedroom, and that I'd take care of it as long as it was necessary. 
I actually was quite surprised that after making a mess while baking cupcakes, Pinkie Pie started cleaning up the kitchen herself.
She used her mouth and hooves in a way it made my hands look unpractical. And in some sort of magic way, she knew where I stored all my things! She even sorted my bottles of food colouring.

I had a lot of questions racing through my mind. How did Pinkie end up here, in a completely different dimension? And why? Did Celestia banish her, was it a lab accident caused my Twilight Sparkle or maybe it was Discord's fault? Was it necessary for her to get back to Equestria before the new episode aired, or did time work differently where she came from?
I believe Pinkie saw I was worried, because she walked up to me with a small plate, offering me the last cupcake.
I shook my head and said, 'Please, you should eat it.' A note: I already had eaten seven that day. I was stuffed and nauseous, and if I had eaten one more cupcake I probably had thrown up.
I had to repeat it twice and had to point at the cupcake and then at Pinkie before she understood it and ate the thing in one bite.
I wondered who translated the episodes.

I had to find a way to communicate with the fluffy pony. Not only did I have to take care of her, I had to get her back where she belonged.
Also, I had to know how she ended up here. If there were other ponies in my world.
If so, I had to save 'em all. Not only this one.

My phone rang. Well, it buzzed, since it was on Quiet Mode for when I was at school.
I picked up and I found out it was my half-brother.
'Hey Juul! How're you doing?'
I was happy he called me. He lives not so far away, only ten minutes if you can run really fast (Like me, or Rainbow Dash...). He's the kid of my father, but not my mum's son, so when my parents divorced my father took him, and my mother took me.
It was horribly sad.
'Juul? Are you there?'
'Hey Lucas, I'm here. 'Sup?'
'Meh, I though I should call you again. It's quiet around here.'
I smiled. My brother was so nice to me, I wondered how he could have spawned out of my plothole father and ever-on-her-period-stepmother.
'I'm glad you did. How are you doing?'
'Just fine, school sucked today.'
Poor guy. 'What? Why?'
'Yeah, I was playing soccer with my friends and stuff, and those guys from the other school come steal our darn football.'
'Want me to steal it back for you?' I asked. Sometimes I really worried about the guy. He's like Fluttershy, but less... shy, I guess. He's Kindness himself.
I almost heard him grinning at the other side of the line. 'It's fine, Juul,' he said. 'I'll get it back myself.'
Ah, the boy was growing up so fast. There's only four years between Lucas and me, but somehow everyone treats him like a baby and me like an adult.
Stupid. Lucas is mentally about twice my age, I guess.
'Hey, dad's coming home now, I guess we catch up later.'
'That's cool, Lucas,' I replied. 'Later!'

I hung up the phone and saw the pony intensely staring at the device.
That was quite obvious, knowing that she'd never seen such a thing before.
She then looked back at me, and tilted her head.
'I really wanna know what happened to you,' I mumbled to her.
She sighed, as if she knew I was thinking about Equestria. Of course she missed her friends, her natural surroundings, her home. I knew I had to make it as comfy as possible here, for as long as she had to stay.

'Pinkieeeee!' I shouted.
The pony curiously looked around the corner of my bedroom and tilted her head again.
I don't think she already knew then that we called her Pinkie Pie, she just reacted to the sound of my voice.
I had rolled up my carpet - I didn't really need it anyway - and spread out a large sheet of paper on my floor. We still had a roll of that stuff from the renovation of our house, and I used it to draw on.
'Listen carefully,' I said. 'I'll ask you some questions, and you will draw out the answer.'
Pinkie looked very puzzled.
I grabbed a pink crayon and started drawing the outline of the pony.
She curiously followed the movements of my hand, and when I was done, she looked for another crayon and drew her own hair.
I coloured her eye with a bright blue "Crayola". Now I know why kids can't draw. These things are so horribly impossible to use!
I pointed at the drawing of the pony and at Pinkie herself. 'Pinkie Pie,' I said.
The pony shook her head and made that odd, bright sound again. I assumed that was the way she pronounced her name.
I then drew myself (sort of, I'm horrible at drawing). I wrote my name underneath the picture and said, 'Julie.'
Pinkie squinted. 'A-huuuuu...ah?'
I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt to say my name.  I was surprised she wasn't offeded, but hey, it was Pinkie Pie.
'Try again,' I said. 'Julie.'
'Uuuuuu...ah?'
'Nevermind. We need to get you talking now.'

The next two hours, the pony and I were laying on my bedroom floor, drawing everything we could think of. When I thought she had found out why I let her draw things, I popped the question. Well, not that question, but you get it.
'How did you get here?' I asked. I drew her, together with Fluttershy and Angel because they were the easiest to draw with those annoying crayons.
Then, I drew Pinkie and me, together, on the floor. Between those drawings I "crayoned" an arrow and a question mark.
Pinkie looked at the paper, and scratched her chin. (I had never seen such a thing before. A pony. Scratching its chin. With its hoof.)
She then shook her head and looked at me with an expression of "seriously, how old are you?"
She got a blue crayon and scratched over my question mark. She then drew a question mark herself, but mirrored, and with two small waving lines at the end.
'Oh, of course... you write differently too,' I said.
She rolled the crayon in my direction. I picked it up and practiced on the new question mark a couple of times.
Pinkie looked at me with a look of pure pride. I grinned and somehow, I was proud of myself too.
'So,' I said, tapping on the paper. 'Gonna answer my question?'
It looked like she somehow didn't understand.
'Gimme that box,' I said, and pointed at the crayons. I still had those from when I was a kid. I planned on giving them to my brother, but whatever, he was spoiled by my father already.
Pinkie turned around and tossed me the box. I clapped my hoo-- hands in excitement, because she seemed to understand me.
Of course, she hadn't, it was just the fact that I pointed at the crayons, but it was something to begin with.

With a creamy yellow crayon I started drawing the outlines of Equestria's most famous princess (and no, Twilight was no princess back then), Celestia. I drew her, zapping Pinkie with a beam of yellow magic, and drew another arrow to my drawing of the pony and me.
Pinkie looked at it, saw the light, but shook her head.
Then I drew Twilight, with a glowing horn, beaming Pinkie in the same way Celestia did.
The cotton candy pony giggled and shook her head, as if she wanted to say, "Of course Twi wouldn't do that!"
'Then you should do it yourself,' I said, and tossed her the box of crayons. She grabbed blue, yellow, red, pink, green, actually kinda a whole rainbow. Was it Rainbow Dash?
She started scribbling, connecting lines and points. At first, I didn't see what she was up to. I almost fainted when I saw a deer antler, a goat leg and a snake tail appear.