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// Part V 
// Story: Cold Rain 
// by MDNGHTRDHTLN 
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	I woke up.
It was dark outside. It didn’t feel like morning, so I checked the digital clock next to my mattress.
It read 3:24 AM. It was the middle of the night. I couldn’t sleep.
Maybe it had something to do with yesterday. After Rainbow Dash had beaten up Tim, we took Fluttershy back to our place. Dash had found her a mattress to sleep on, along with some blankets. Pinkie was still drunk, and was talking to herself now. She was blindly reminiscing about our days in Equestria. About how those were the good old days.
She was right. This place, the human world, had so many bad things about it. Violence, corruption, self-indulgence…it was a rotten meal, and humans the maggots feeding off of it, wildly and without thinking twice.
But maybe I’m wrong. Look at Travis, the bartender. He showed concern for Pinkie when she was getting drunk on that one night we found her. He cares about people. Perhaps there are small pockets of nice scattered around the world.
Anyways, I was awake, and I wasn’t about to try to fall back asleep. I wasn’t tired. I fumbled in the darkness, looking for a light switch or something to help me see. I found nothing, but by the time I had given up, my eyes had adjusted to the dark.
I heard something. There were clinks and clanks coming from the kitchen.
Someone was trying to steal from us? Why?
I headed down into the kitchen. There was a dark silhouette standing in front of the open fridge.
Then, the fridge closed. The figure was holding a bottle. It opened the bottle, and took a few large gulps of its beverage. Then, the figure walked towards the couch. It sat down on the brown faux-leather couch. The intruder then picked up the remote and turned on the TV. How I Met Your Mother was on. Apparently, something funny happened on the show (I don’t always get its humor) and the figure giggled. It was an unmistakable giggle.
It was Pinkie’s giggle.
“Pinkie Pie?” I called out.
Pinkie turned around. “Oh, hey, Twilight. Why are you up so early?”
“I couldn’t sleep. Why are you up so early?”
She held up her bottle. “I was thirsty.”
“So you had some beer? Are you serious?”
“Twilight, I was thirsty! What do you want me to drink?”
“I don’t know, maybe water?”
“Water’s boring. Beer is exciting.”
“Beer made you an alcoholic.”
“I’m not a fucking alcoholic! What the fuck would make you think I’m an alcoholic?”
“I don’t know! Maybe it’s because every time you have the chance, you have a beer! Maybe it’s because you’re up at 3:30 in the morning having a beer! Maybe it’s because you’re such a shallow idiot, you can’t understand what’s wrong with you!”
I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth.
Pinkie started to cry. “Fuck you, Twilight. Fuck you.”
“Pinkie, I didn’t mean to-“
“No, you didn’t mean to hurt my feelings. But that doesn’t mean all is forgiven! You’re such a high and mighty fucking prick, you don’t understand that it’s not as easy as just stopping! I can drink whatever the fuck I want to drink, okay? You’re not my fucking mother, okay? I don’t need you! I don’t need you as my friend! As far as I’m concerned, you can go jump off of a fucking bridge. Fuck you, Twilight! Fuck you to hell and back!” She stormed out of the apartment, bottle in hand, tears running down her cheeks and soiling the floor with their sad moisture.
She was gone now.
Rainbow Dash ran out of the bedroom. “What was that all about?”
“I…I messed up, Dash. Pinkie hates me now, and you’ll probably end up hating me too. I bet everyone’ll hate me.”
Fluttershy came up behind be and put an arm on my shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Twilight. It’s just a rough patch. It’ll all be okay.”
For some reason, I had a feeling that it wasn’t just a rough patch.