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// Epilogue 4: The Pinkie Ending 
// Story: Six Two Six 
// by lunabrony 
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	Stitch rocketed towards the sky, faster and faster, the solar beam just enough to cause a few ripples of light around the windows. Unlike the first time it had happened, his confidence grew, rather than his uncertainty. He continued to push the ship higher and faster, until even the alicorn beside it couldn't keep up any longer.
Celestia fell back, her horn still glowing, but not able to maintain velocity with the ship.
"It's working!" She called.
Stitch pulled the throttle as hard as he could, and the colors accelerated, wrapping around the windows. There was a
bright flash of light, and a rainbow rippled across the sky in its place.
***
Within the confines of the spaceship, it was a different story entirely. Stitch was in his usual piloting position, brimming with confidence as he watched the bright colors obscure the windows, just like last time. There was a magnificent jolt, though that didn't phase him much, and the rainbow began to fade away, revealing a familiar, expansive starfield instead.
Stitch cackled with delight, and flung the ship towards the nearby blue and green planet, eager to return home. He'd been gone for almost a day, and surely the others he'd left behind would be worried about him. He broke into the atmosphere with his usual display, and flew towards the familiar island which he'd flown to so many times before. After that it was simply a matter of landing the spaceship and hiding it again, which didn't take too long. He was rather skilled at hiding things, and ran towards the beach once satisfied.
Stitch ran quickly towards the house, his mind already trying to come up with alternate believable scenarios as to why he'd been gone for so long. He bolted into the house, slamming into The Girl, who was playing with a doll in the hallway.
"Hi Stitch!" She said cheerfully. "Back already?"
Stitch's ears pinned. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. Okay, wasn't expecting that.
"What's the matter? You look guiltier than a vampire at a blood bank. But you were only gone for an hour," The Girl said. "Did you get kidnapped and replaced with an evil twin? Or a good twin? Or did you get into trouble again?"
The alien just grinned. "Stitch? Trouble? Never."
***
Back outside, hidden under debris and branches, the spaceship was cooling down from its extensive journey. It was built for space travel, certainly not for random dimension jumping. The engine was cooling down, and to anyone who might happen to see it at that moment, it appeared empty and abandoned. Far from it.
Nothing happened for a good number of minutes, and the hatch popped open. A bright pink head emerged, large eyes carelessly closed underneath a blindfold. "Ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred!" She giggled loudly. "Gummy is never ever EVER going to find me in here," she said excitedly, and whipped off the blindfold. She frowned almost instantly, a strange emotion for her. "...Where IS here?" She asked, stumbling out of the spacecraft. She honestly wasn't even sure how she'd gotten there, she'd started to return home for a bubble bath, realized she'd left one of her favorite accordions in the spacecraft by accident, and rushed back for it. The spacecraft had moved while she was in there, and she'd hit her head. Huh.
Pinkie bounced down what appeared to be a well worn trail, confused yet intrigued as to where exactly she was. On one hoof, a new place meant new friends, and she was always up for that. But if she was lost then Twilight might be sad, and she couldn't make one of her friends sad! Pinkie heard voices coming from a distance away, and approached them, perhaps they'd have answers.
"And then she had the NERVE to ask me how much my bike cost, as if she'd ever be able to afford something like this in the first place,"
"What a jerk," another voice was saying.
Pinkie bounced towards the voices, rounding a corner in the path, and stopped dead in her tracks. Which, admittedly, was something that was rather impressive. She found herself face to face with a redheaded girl on a bicycle, each looking at the other as if the other was the strangest thing in the world.
"What the heck is THAT thing?" The girl asked.
"The colors hurt my eyes!" Complained another girl behind her.
Pinkie grinned. The creatures looked similar to the descriptions that Twilight had given after coming back from that mirror place. "Hi!" She said cheerfully.
The girls screamed. "It talks!"
Pinkie found this offensive. "Of course I talk, why wouldn't I talk? I mean if I didn't, then I'd be quiet, and and if I was quiet, then I'd be boring, and that's not fun at all! And who wants to be NOT fun? Then my name would be Pinkamena Boring Pie, and I'd have to give parties about the weather and how impressive my new coffee table is and what kind of tea everypony likes, which is TOTALLY dull, but-"
The redheaded girl groaned. "She never STOPS talking. And she looks like a horse." She pointed at Pinkie accusingly. "You're a weird little talking horse."
"Yeeeeeeeeah!" The pair behind her echoed. 
Pinkie was unphased. "Do you like cupcakes? Cause I like cupcakes, but I like the chocolate ones more than yellow, I mean l like the yellow ones too, but only if they have sprinkles on them, so-"
The girl interrupted again. "You look a lot like that blue thing the weird girl has, only not as ugly. You're coming home with me," she said snobbishly. This pink horse thing was totally better than that stupid blue dog, and it didn't drool all over the place either.
Pinkie considered this for a moment. "Oki doki loki," she said after a moment. "But I gotta get home soon, my friends will be super duper worried."
The redheaded girl smirked. She could totally make the weirdo jealous now. She wheeled her bike back towards her house, with Pinkie following. After all, how much trouble could a little pink horse be?