//------------------------------// // Pinkie Pie, Part 2 [Revised a plot hole.] // Story: Ponyville Therapy // by FireBlastThePony //------------------------------// "You didn't know Mr.Darth? I thought it was pretty obvious after the party. I mean, where else would I have gotten all of that cake!" Now that she mentions it, I should have noticed that. But, one could also assume she just robbed the place and stole cake. "So anyway, what can I do for you two?" Oh, that's right, I brought Derpy with me. "MUFFINS!" Derpy shouts out of no where. "Uh yes, what Derpy said." "Okie doki loki, that will be 10 bits! What. What did she just say? I literally have to pay all of my earnings for two muffins? "He...Here." I hand her my money, trying not to cry. "Uh, you okay Mr.Darth?" Pinkie can tell that I'm holding back the tears. "Oh, uh, yes I am." I immediately go find a seat and motion Derpy to come over. "So, Derpy, what do you do for a living?" "I deliver mail!" "How come you haven't delivered me any mail before?" "Because I have no idea where you live!" Derpy mail service must be REAL high quality. "I'm back with the muffins! Also, I hope you don't mind if I eat with you two." Pinkie came out with three muffins, and she was balancing them on her...Head? We both thank her none the less, and she begins to speak. "Hey Darth, I was wondering if we could go back to your office after this?" "Why? Are you feeling better or something?" "No actually, it's about something else." "Sure, I guess, I don't have anything better to do." "Thanks Darth. It means a lot to me that you're trying so hard to help me with this issue of mine." When Pinkie finishes talking, I go to take a bite out of my muffin, but I immediately feel something latch onto my head. "DEAR CELESTIA! SOMETHING'S TRYING TO SUCK MY BRAIN OUT OF MY HEAD! HELP ME!" I receive a weird look from Pinkie, and Derpy just completely ignores me and continues to eat her muffin. "Don't worry Mr.Darth, it's just my pet alligator Gummy! I think he likes you!" "JUST GET HIM OFF OF MY HEAD!" Pinkie manages to rip him off of my head, and he gives me the most soulless, blank, stare ever. "Pinkie, why, and I mean really, why do you have a pet alligator?" "Because, he's just the coolest thing EVER!" "I'm worried about you Pinkie. That isn't normal." "Hey Darth! Can you buy me another muffin!?!" Derpy just interrupted our conversation to ask about getting more...Muffins? "Derpy, I spent my only paycheck until Pinkie is cured from what ever mental disorder she has, on you. I'm sorry but I can't buy you any more muffins." "Oh..." Derpy was obviously disappointed. I decided to just finish my muffin real quick, said my goodbyes to Derpy (while giving her my address so I can get my mail,) and brought Pinkie back to my office. Whatever she had to talk about, it didn't seem too important, but I can never be sure when dealing with Pinkie Pie. "So Pinkie, what is it that you needed to see me about?" "Well, I have a lot of things to tell you, and I'm not sure if they'll help you figure out what the feeling I keep getting is about, but I just need to address them." Pinkie Pie is being serious? This certainly is out of character. "Go ahead then." Whatever she's about to say should be interesting. "First of all, I was doing child labor on my parents rock farm as a little filly. This went on for about five years, until I introduced them to partying, and got my cutie mark." "What." "It's the truth!" "And you didn't press charges or anything against them?" "Of course not! They're my parents!' "Parents or not, I'm pretty sure it's against the law to force a child to work on a rock farm. Also, why didn't you address this first when we spoke earlier? This could be some serious emotional scaring. Actually, it IS some serious emotional scaring" "Oh, well it's in the past, so I don't care too much about it anymore. Anyway, the second thing I have to say, is that I have a sugar addiction." "Pinkie, I'm pretty sure everypony already knows that." "Yes, but what they don't know is that it causes my Pinkie sense. That's my power to predict the future!" "You can...Predict the future?" "You wanna seeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?" Pinkie started to leave serious mode and return to her normal-hyperactive self. "No thank you, I'm fine." "Aw, you're no fuuuuuuuun. But, what I'm trying to tell you is that my sugar addiction might also be the cause of the strange other-worldly beings watching me feeling." "Oh, I get it now. If the sugar can cause you to do that future predicting thing you talked about, than why can't it cause you to have feelings of being watched or hallucinations?" "Exactly!" "Also, Pinkie, I believe that the cause of your addiction here, might be because of the rock farm. From what I see, once you discovered parties and the sweets that come with it, this led you to over-indulge in it. So, your parents are the cause of this. Well, the known cause of your addiction I mean. I also think that the sugar addiction helps you to forget your awful past at the rock farm, right?" "Yes, but do you think confronting them would help with this at all?" "It might, but first we need to find out where they live. Have you seen them since you left the farm?" "Now that you mention it, no, no I haven't." "We need to find them then. Maybe you could ask Princess Twilight for some help? You know, if she isn't busy." "That's a great idea! Twilight knows EVERYTHING!" "I hope your right. We're going to need all the help we can get if we want to find them. But, I want to review with you what we've gone over so far, is that fine with you?" "Of course!" "Actually, let me ask you this real quick, you said you saw the other-worldly beings yesterday, right?" "Yeeeeeees?" "Than why don't you explain to me what they look like? This could also help a lot." "They look like boxes." "Boxes? That's....odd, to say the least. Anyway, what we know, is that you feel like you're being watched by...boxes. You also mention it started around the time Twilight first moved into Ponyville, which also happens to be around the time you moved in, correct?" "Right." "We also know that you were forced into doing child labor on a rock farm. Which, from what I gather, also led you to discovering parties, and earning a cutie mark. After realizing that your special talent was partying, you began to keep throwing them, and developed a sugar addiction to forget about your past. But, the sugar addiction did more than that, now it let's you predict the future." "Wow, that sounds like a lot of stuff! Also, I saw a rainbow, and it just made me soooooooo happy, and when i found out about parties, I started throwing them for my family to make THEM happy." "Oh, well no wonder you started throwing parties for everyone. But anyway, I want you to write a letter to Twilight asking to bring your parents over here to Ponyville, and give it to me. I'll give it to Derpy next time I see her so she can deliver it. As of now though, you are to quit eating anything that contains sugar for the next 24 hours. I want to see if the sugar intake is the cause of your mental issue." "Sounds easy as pie! Oh, and real quick." "What?" "How come you don't take notes during these sessions?" Oh no, I forgot that this job required me to take notes. I have to come up with an excuse, and quick. "Oh, uh, because notes are overrated?" "Okie doki loki!" Pinkie Pie leaves after we finish our session for the day, and I decide to go back to my house and get some rest. It seems that Pinkie Pie has a lot more than just an issue of a false sense of feeling. Since she's doing this little task tomorrow though, I'll be free to roam around. Once I get some sleep, I'll go and see if Derpy found my house and I'll give her Pinkie's letter. When I finally reach my house, I waste no time getting into bed. Hopefully I can get this Pinkie problem resolved soon, or I'm going to have to live off of pine-cones. ------------------------------------------------------------------ The next morning. The new day has finally begun and..."Wait a second, IS MY HOUSE ON FIRE?" I rushed downstairs due to the smell of smoke that filled my house, I was hoping that I didn't set the house on fire again like my last one, and thankfully, I didn't spot any signs of a fire, but I did see a familiar grey pegasus. "DERPY?!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" "I'm cooking breakfast!" "YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE TO MAKE BREAKFAST?" "Yup! Why are you shouting by the way?" "BECAUSE..." I had to calm myself down real quick. Yelling at Derpy would likely upset her, and then she might not give me my mail or take Pinkie's letter. "Okay Derpy, I'm not going to shout anymore. But, why did you break into my house to make breakfast? How did you even get in?" "My landlord kicked me out, so I moved into your house! Also, you left the front door unlocked." "You...Moved into my house? Without my permission? And I left the front door unlocked?" "Yes, yup, and yes." I honestly don't object to her being here, but at least ask for my permission. But, now I'm faced with the task of catering to Derpy on a daily basis. "Hey Darth, do you like pancakes?" "You made me pancakes?" "It's the least I could do for you, since you bought me that muffins yesterday!" At first I thought Derpy was pretty dumb, but she's surprisingly smart and considerate. Maybe this will work out for me. She began to serve the pancakes. I'm pretty reluctant to try these at first, but I kinda have to at this point. Here goes nothing... "DEAR CELESTIA! THIS IS GREAT!" "Thanks!" "Wait a second, how is cooking not your cutie mark? Seriously, Celestia derped your special talent big time!" "That's my life for ya!" "And you don't have a problem with it?" "Nope!" I think I can take a wild guess at who my next patient is. We don't talk much while we eat, and it seems like Derpy has something on her mind. I won't ask though, it might be something personal, and I'm not working off-duty for free. We leave my house to go do whatever it is we do after we finished eating, and I decide to ask her a question before we part ways.