"Flash, please, give me a second chance. I've tried so hard to be a good girl. I helped fix up the school and I apologized to everybody I hurt, I graduated, and I tried really hard to become a nice person. I want you back."
"Sunset, no. I don't want you anymore. I don't even care if you're different now, you still hurt far too many people to be given a second chance."
"But... but..." Sunset's face revealed the pain she felt. There she was, standing in front of her old boyfriend, the only person she ever truly cared about to this degree, and he turned her down.
Flash wasn't done just saying no, though. He had his reasons. "Listen, when we started dating in our first year of high school, you were amazing. You were kind, smart, and caring. You were all I ever wanted, and you stayed like that for the first year or so. But then something happened to you, Sunset. It happened after you won your first Princess of the Fall Formal title. You changed. You weren't the humble, smart girl I cared for. You became haughty and ambitious. Then, for some reason, all you would talk about was winning again. You won the next two years. I dealt with the new you for months on end, but I just couldn't take it anymore. My patience wore out. I didn't care if I dated the hottest girl in school anymore. In fact, I realised that just didn't care about you at all anymore, and that won't change."
"But... Please, Flash."
"And then you became a bully, and that was the final straw. You used started picking on the quieter and younger kids, like Fluttershy or Scootaloo. That's when I just had to get out of our relationship. And you know what? I don't think I'll ever regret that decision."
"Come on, Flash, just give me one more chance. Please?"
"I think you need more proof. Then, after we broke up, you stole Twilight's well-deserved crown after she won Princess of the Fall Formal, then you turned into this freaky demon-thing and basically became an attempted-murderer and tried to enslave the school by controlling our minds. Is that enough for you? I could keep going."
"No, it's fine," Sunset said as she lowered her head. "You're right. I failed horribly. All I wanted as another chance."
"Hey," Flash said while using his hand to lift her chin up. "If you become the girl you were when we first met, then maybe you'll have another chance one day."
"You don't understand, Flash. The Sunset you first met is gone and she'll never come back. I am who I am now and I'll never be able to become what I was when we first met."
"Well then, you won't ever get back together with me."
"But... I can at least try to be who I was. Give me a chance."
"No. We are never, ever, ever getting back together. I'm starting university tomorrow, and that's going to be my focus in life. Goodbye, Sunset. Forever. Don't bother me with this again."
Flash Sentry turned around, not even thinking to look back for a second. Sunset Shimmer lowered her head as she realised that her last chance with the man she loved was now gone. She had made too many mistakes. She wasted too many opportunities. Especially considering what she could have been, she had truly failed in life. And not only in one life, in two lives- her pony life, and her new human life. She could have been something amazing, but instead she let her emotions and desires take over her life. Now she had nothing left. Nothing but a heavy heart.
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"There, that's the final box."
"I can't believe my baby is finally leaving us."
"Mom, I'm not leaving you guys. I'm just going off to college. I'm still, and always will be, your son."
"I know, but it's just... I never thought this day to come."
Flash looked to his father and rolled his eyes with a smile.
"Come on, son, you have to give us a hug."
Even though he didn't really feel like giving a hug, Flash knew that he needed to do it for his parents. He quickly made sure that everything was tightly and safely packed away in the trunk of his Chevrolet Camaro. Everything was in the trunk, except for a special case was to be in the front with him. He put his hands up, and pulled the trunk door down, making sure it was closed tightly.
"All right, I'll give you two a hug, but only one," Flash said to his parents while extending his arms out. Both his mother and his father reached out and gripped their only son tightly. "Mom, I can hear you crying."
"I know, I know. I just... I still can't believe that this day is finally here. Our only son is leaving to go out to the wide world on his own," Flash's mother said with watery eyes.
After a few more seconds of hugging, which felt like minutes for the new blue-haired college student, his parents finally let go.
"All right, I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I'm excited to see my new home, and I need to select my classes."
"All right. Just remember, Flash: you can stay up until midnight, no girls in your room, and please, please just have some fun and learn something."
"No problem, dad. I promise."
"You're a good boy, Flash. I'm proud of you."
After a quick smile shared, Flash got into his car that he spent three full summers working full-time to pay for. He sat down and closed the door. He looked in his side mirror at his parents as he started the car. His father clutched his mother closely as the two of them waved to their only child, who was finally leaving the nest. With a little bit of sadness, Flash lowered the window and waved to his parents for the final time.
As he turned the corner, he looked in the mirror to make sure that his luxurious hair was all proper. He even gave a wink at his reflection. "Oh Flash, you delectable creature," he said as he took his focus off himself and on the road ahead of him, but then quickly focused on his journey ahead of him.
He drove across his home town of Canterlot, dealing with the gridlock of inner city driving. After dealing with the road rage of others, as well as trying to control his own, and after receiving multiple vulgar gestures from the other drivers, he made his way through the downtown core and eventually over to the other side of town, where the University of Canterlot was located.
"It's okay baby, we're almost there," he said while giving a loving pat to his "baby", which was his special red Fender guitar that his father had bought for him when he was a lot younger.
As he made it through the suburbs, he could see the clock tower that was famous at the University of Canterlot. It brought a smile to his face.
He parked in the spot that he paid an additional small price of five hundred dollars for, but only for a single year. His parents paid for his entire tuition, which was the greatest gift that he had ever received, leaving him just to pay for his room, his parking spot, and his books, which he expected to be quite expensive, to say the least.
Not surprisingly, the young, energetic man decided to major in music. Learning everything about musical history and theory could guide him in the right direction in starting off a career in the business. It's one thing to be just a guitarist, because that can only take one so far. It's always very difficult for people to become famous musicians, and for every one that makes it big, many fail. It's always a massive risk. At least knowing about theory and history could get Flash a different job in the field that he liked the best, at least, that was the young man's thought pattern when he selected his major.
After a rather boring official orientation and class selection, which included a lot of classes that didn't seem really necessary for an aspiring musician, but needed to be taken anyway, Flash was able to take his things and his "baby" to his new dorm room on Campus. He had lengthy discussions with his parents about living with them and travelling to school every day, but they decided that the stress of the traffic would not be a good way to start off every day, so the deal was simple: Flash was to live on campus, going to all of his classes, which were three days of the week, and he had to stay two weekends a month back at his old house. His two off-days during the week were reserved for work, assuming he could find a job, and for studying in the evenings.
Flash struggled holding a box with one hand after he put his guitar case down and dug in his pocket for the key to his new room. After struggling and grunting as he dug deeply in his pocket, and getting a few confused looks as other guys passed him by, he eventually got his key out. He put it in the lock, not knowing what was waiting for him on the other side of the door. Would it be a room with a bunk bed and a crazy murderer roommate? Would it have two twin beds, and he'd have to share the rest of the room's space with a crazy, obsessive nutjob? Or worst of all: would he be roomed with a sweaty, smelly comic book nerd? These types of questions seemed silly, but actually did go through his mind. Even after all the reassurance from his parents and the staff on campus, and after reading everything he could about the university, every step forward was still something different.
As Flash turned the key to his dorm room, he listened closely as he creaked the door forward. His eyes opened wide, but his mouth lowered as he saw what was inside: a dresser, a nightstand, and a bed. One bed, and it was twin sized.
"Ah crap. Well, I hope my new roomie's not a snorer," Flash said as he put his guitar case on his bed and the one box he was carrying on his dresser. After putting down the box, he had the strangest feeling that somebody was watching him. That feeling became even more apparent when he could hear whispering. That feeling was assured when he heard, "Hey," coming from the door.
Flash turned around, facing two men about his age. "Oh, hey. Are you guys my roommates?"
"Are you some kind of idiot?" the man on the left responded.
"Yeah, did you not listen to what was said at orientation?" the one of the right asked. "They said that if you were a freshman renting a room on campus, you get a private dorm room, and have a shared bathroom, kitchen, and common room on every floor."
"Oh," Flash responded. "You guys new here as well?"
"Yep," the one on the left responded. "We've been friends for years and decided to take psychology together."
'Oh lord,' Flash thought to himself. "That's cool," he responded out loud. "Well, I'm Flash Sentry. Born and raised in Canterlot and a graduate of Canterlot High School. I play guitar, and that's pretty much it. I was in a band but we mutually split up and went our separate ways after we graduated."
"Cool story, bro," the man on the right said. "I'm Sentinel, and I'm going to be trying out for the school basketball team."
"And I'm Optimus," the other one added. "I'm also going to try out to the basketball team, among every other team, because I'm just good at everything."
"And proud of it, too, I see," Flash responded with an eyeroll as he looked into his box. "You must get all the ladies."
"More than you ever could," Optimus responded.
"Dude, you look like you should have been in Dragon Ball Z or something," Sentinel suggested.
Flash didn't bother responding to either of them. In fact, he wasn't even paying attention anymore at this point. He had too much on his mind at this time. His classes started in exactly a week, and this whole week was set for him to just discover everything he needed to know about his next four years at the university. There was something else on his mind, though. And that thing was in his hands after he picked it up from the first box he brought in.
"Hey, what're you looking at?" Sentinel asked as he invited himself in.
"Uh, nothing!" Flash responded quickly as he put what was in his hands back in his box and buried it. "I really must go gather the rest of my things from my car, though, but I'll see you around."
"All right, dude, if you say so. There's a lot in store for this week," Sentinel said as he left the room, well, was nicely pushed outside of the room by Flash Sentry, and joined his best buddy outside.
As the two of them went down the hallway, Flash could hear Optimus add, "A lot of stuff."
"Weirdoes," Flash muttered after the two left his sight.
"Weirdo," Sentinel said to Optimus down the hallway.
"You can say that again."
"Weirdo."
"I didn't mean that literally. Anyway, at least we have a new victim for our hazing this week.
The two shared somewhat of an evil laugh as they made their way outside of the dorm.
As soon as Flash Sentry was sure that he was alone, he closed the door to his room to pick up what he had in his hand previously. It was a picture from a special night about a year ago; a night that could have been a total disaster, if it weren't for the person, or, rather, pony-person-thing who was with him. He let out a soft sigh as he looked at the happiness on his face in this picture, along with the smile of Twilight Sparkle, the supposed pony princess of another dimension. It was taken soon after they had danced like a couple of freaks at the Fall Formal, after Twilight Sparkle had saved the day and defeated the demon freak that Flash used to call "my love".
Taking a picture with the girl with the wings was the last thing he ever did with her before she hugged him goodbye for the final time. She left soon after to go back to her own dimension, and was never seen or heard from again. The picture and his memory were the only things he had left of her.
Flash could feel a lump in his throat, but he shook it off, and put the picture on his night stand. After letting out another sigh, he said to himself, "Might as well go grab the rest of the stuff from the car."
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After moving all of his things from the car, and falling asleep from the night, Flash woke up the next morning and was ready to take a tour of the area. As he slowly opened his tired eyes, he looked around his mostly empty room. Aside from his guitar and amp in the corner and the few pieces of furniture provided, there really wasn't much to his room. In fact, it didn't feel very good at all, but it would have to be called "home" for the next little while.
Flash got up and pulled on a string at his one window, pulling up the blinds and revealing an overcast early-autumn day. It didn't seem to be warm, but it wasn't raining, so a light jacket and jeans would suffice.
After a quick shower, he put his towel on the curtain rod and returned to his dresser to get ready for the day. He looked outside in order to get a good look of his view and see what kind of people he would have to call acquaintances over the next year. The view from his third-floor window was stunning. He could see all of the trees beginning to change colour, the pathways leading to all of the other buildings, and all of the people on campus. There were young men and women, about his age, who were walking around. Some seemed like locals, and some seemed like they were probably from far away lands. There were a few groups sitting on the grass together under some trees, and he could see a few guys playing catch with a gridiron football.
Flash looked over at one young lady, who did not appear to be dressed for the weather, even though she looked like she would be from Canterlot. Her mini-skirt and her hair blew in the breeze. It was actually a pleasant sight for the young man, as he found her very attractive.
However, as the girl was walking, she looked over in his direction in her peripheral vision, and then looked back to where she was walking, before quickly turning her head to the side. Her expression was one of both awe and envy. Flash couldn't understand why she would be looking like that in his direction. Perhaps she saw something or somebody she knew on the ground floor underneath him. The young man looked down to see if he could see anybody under his window, but then went into a panic. He was still naked from the shower, and his blinds were wide open. He quickly hit the floor so as not be seen, but he could hear very loud, feminine laughter coming from outside, which was surely the girl he was ogling, and who was doing the same to him.
After closing the blinds and getting dressed, Flash tried to put his embarrassment behind him as he prepared himself for his first full day on campus- a day that was free for him to do anything, so he decided to take a walk around campus and the surrounding areas in order to be familiar with what there was to do.
Upon going outside and seeing the cool breeze, he could hear the sounds of people talking and laughter. As he walked along the paths, he could just see the joy on many of the faces around. He walked past the wonderful architecture of the library and archives building. He took a pass through the campus mall, called University Lanes, where there were a few convenience stores, multiple fast-food stalls, and some banks. There was a large cafeteria in the main building that provided more expensive- and even less healthy- food for a modest price. There was a games room, multiple study rooms and computer labs that were available if booked, an amphitheatre, a gym with weights, machines, and a basketball court with bleachers, and finally a hockey rink, among all of the classrooms. Near the back of the school, there were the association football, gridiron football, and baseball stadiums, which were home to the various Canterlot Cowboys varsity sports teams. As he became more familiar with the land, it was starting to feel more and more like home.
Flash actually felt some sweat come on him as the morning went on and the clouds broke up. The sun came out, and he started to get hot in his sweater. After taking it off and holding hanging it on his left arm, he looked up again to see that the sun was directly in the sky, indicating it was about noon, the perfect time to go find a local place for lunch. He decided, logically, that the food on campus was too expensive at this time, so going off of campus to find a place to eat was the best idea. He could see the main street, which was just at the end of the path he was on at that time, which just happened to be the main path in the middle of the campus.
As Flash began to walk ahead, he could hear a commotion going on behind him. He could hear girlish screams, accompanied by manly laughter. The noise got louder and louder, and now he could hear what sounded like bare feet hitting the hard rock path.
"Coming through!" Flash heard from behind him. He turned around to see a truly horrifying sight- a man, about twenty years old and three hundred pounds, running towards him. The man's skin flapped everywhere as he ran on the pavement. Flash couldn't help but nearly cry with laughter. It was only his first day on campus, but he already saw his first streaker, and it was quite the scene.
Still chucking, and occasionally wiping some tears from his eyes, Flash made his way off of campus and on to the main road. The southwest street corner divided the school from two areas of houses diagonal from each other. Diagonal from the school was a set of stores, restaurants, and a movie theatre put around a large parking lot.
After passing by the stores, seeing what was inside through the glass, and eating lunch, something caught his eye on the way home. There was a closed restaurant that he passed, which seemed to be open every day at dinner time until the early hours of the morning. There was a sign on the window that caught his instant attention. It read: "Karaoke Night- Thursdays, Band Night- Fridays," and was accompanied with a few stock photos of instruments. It didn't seem like much, but after breaking apart from his other band members, coming out to see other bands play this Friday seemed like a good idea to the new college student.
After more touring around, he decided to pack it in for the night. A day of discovery around the school was a promising start. Flash started to feel more comfortable with his new life, and promising days were ahead of him.
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"Oh, Sunset, stop sucking it so hard," Flash mumbled that night as he slept, dreaming of being with his former girlfriend. "Let me have a try." Sunset passed over the lollipop that she was tasting in order for Flash to have a try.
"Huh?" Flash said as he raised his body up and awoke from his very weird dream. "Is anyone there?"
He could hear a noise coming from the hallway, but it was too dark to see anything. He grabbed his flashlight that was in the drawer of his night table. He pointed it over to the door leading to his room. He expected to see the posted of the Canterlot Royals basketball team that he put up on the back of his door, but instead his flashlight shined directly into the hallway. His door was wide open.
"Oh for crying out loud! How could I have left it open all night?"
He slipped on his slippers that were beside the bed, and shined his flashlight forward, lighting the path to make sure he wouldn't trip on anything as he made his way to close his door. As he eventually made his way to the door, he put his hand on it, and was about to close it. However, he heard very soft, fast footsteps run right passed his door, without seeing anybody. He quickly perked his head around the corner and shined his light, but there was nobody to be seen down the hallway. In fact, the entire hallway was completely dark, which wasn't normal for the dorm. In fact, the lights were supposed to stay on all the time.
"Great, a power outage already," Flash mumbled to himself. "Fantastic way to start my first night."
Flash slowly closed his door. The creak it made echoed throughout the hallway as he slowly closed it. There was a gentle breeze blowing through his open window. "Okay, I didn't open that," Flash said as he went up and put his arms up on it to close it. He could feel the cool autumn night breeze blowing in, and it caused him to shiver. As he closed it, there was now dead silence. He couldn't hear a single thing but the silent ringing in his ear, which indicated truly how quiet it was in his small room.
A sudden noise made Flash tense up. It was the sound of his vents turning on, allowing heat to flow into the room. He let out a sigh of relief when he realised what it was. He decided to just return to bed, hoping to fall back asleep so that he could check out more things in the morning.
However, as he tried to sleep, he just felt eerie. There was something weird going on; he could feel it, but he just couldn't put a finger to it. He decided to pull the cord of the lamp on his nightstand. The light turned on, illuminating his entire room, and causing him to squint. "All right, the power isn't off, I guess." He looked around his now lit room, but everything seemed normal. There was no reason to worry, so he turned the light off and rested his head back on his pillow. He was used to noise coming from his old house, but being in a new location, with no parents to call out to, was definitely a new experience.
Flash felt more and more tired as he laid there with his eyes closed, but he just couldn't fall back asleep. He could hear more noises coming from the hallway still. It was around two in the morning, so there was no reason for anybody to be out at this time. He turned on his lamp once again, and grabbed his flashlight to go out in the hallway. He slowly opened his door, and it creaked once again. The hallway was pitch black. It wasn't a power outage, and the school never turned off the lights, so it must have been done by accident- or, on purpose.
The new college recruit couldn't get to sleep anyway, so checking out why the lights were out was at least something that could distract him. If he figured out what was wrong, that would probably be enough to let him sleep by the time he would hit the pillow again.
He slowly stepped forward into the hallway, the floor creaking with every step. His room was the closest room to the stairwell, which was on his left. In front of him was the wall that went the length of the hallway, which had windows leading to the outside, because the dorm only had rooms on one side. It was nearly pitch black outside, except for the two streetlights he could see that were beside the pathway from the dorm, connecting it with the female dorm across a patch of grass and trees. He could see those trees blowing slightly in the breeze. There wasn't a soul outside, not even an animal to be seen.
Flash shined his light towards the door leading to the stairwell, hoping to find a light switch, but he had no such luck. In fact, he didn't know how the hallway lights were controlled. It didn't seem like an important thing to him when he was moving in. The hallway was dark, it was dead quiet, but for some reason Flash had the gut feeling to go forward to the end of the hallway to the common areas to see what was going on.
His first few steps forward let out creaking sounds from the floor. The man cringed because he didn't want to wake the other students up, but his brain still told him to go forward. He started to tip-toe, but that caused slow, prolonged creaks from the floor. After taking a few more steps forward, he looked at the door in the room next to him. It was closed, and there were no sounds coming from inside. The same was true with the next three doors. Finally, the fifth and final bedroom on the floor was just ahead to his right. After taking a few more quiet steps forward, he noticed that the door was wide open. With nerves starting to creep in, Flash pointed his flashlight into the room. After getting some reflections from items inside, including a beam that hit him straight in the eyes, he shined on the bed, but noticed that nobody was there.
He decided to go ahead to the door on the end of the hallway, which led to the common room, communal bathroom, and kitchen for the floor. As he took his quiet steps forward, he made it to the door and reached his arm forward. As he turned the doorknob, it squeaked. Flash felt a chill go down his spine. He could hear something close behind him. He quickly turned around, flashing the light down the hallway. He could hear quick footsteps yet again scurry away, but nobody was to be found. He could also hear the faint sound of a young girl's giggle, causing Flash to shiver in discomfort.
However, Flash just had to find out why the lights were off. He put his fear behind him with a swallow and quietly opened the door to the common area. The door, naturally, creaked as he slowly pushed it open, just peeking his head through to see if the coast was clear. After lighting up the room with his flashlight, checking all of the corners, he could see that the coast was clear. There were a lot of shadows, but they were caused by a lot of furniture in the room, including the dining room table, the chairs, bookshelves, and other common furniture in the room.
He slowly tip-toed further, hoping to find out something; a circuit board, a notice, anything that could provide the reason for the creepy setting he was now in.
He searched and searched, moving his flashlight from side to side, but there were no circuit boards on the doors, no notices on the bulletin board, and nobody to be found. In fact, there was nothing to be found, except for a single paper on one of the desks. He slowly walked over and picked it up, the page making crumpling sounds as he held it up in his hands. Holding it in one hand, and his light in the other, he read the note to himself in a quiet voice, "'No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't run away. I couldn't hide. I couldn't get away from the thing that haunted my life, my nightmares, my entire being. And now it has followed me here. It ends here.' What the hell is going on here?"
He could hear more noises coming from the hallway. It was the same sound as before- quick footsteps and the sound of a young girl's giggling. He quickly shined a light to the half-open door. Flash tensed as his light shined on a face staring at him in the doorway. But, as soon as Flash could blink, it was gone. He could hear the footsteps going down the hallway and into a room, closing the door.
"That's it. I gotta get to the bottom of this," Flash said as he crumpled up the paper in his hand. "This is nuts."
His heart was pounding harder than before, he could feel some nervous sweat on his face, and his individual breaths started to speed up. He no longer felt tired at all, and there was no turning back. This wasn't a dream, it was real. And in order for Flash to ever fall asleep in this place again, he would have to find out what was going on.
He went towards the hallway with a much quicker pace, ignoring the fear in his gut and his thoughts. He went down the hallway to the door that he saw was open, but it was still open, and nobody was inside, just as before. It wasn't the door that closed when the figure went down the hallway. The other doors were closed as before, and the glass door leading to the stairwell wouldn't have made the sound that was made, leaving only one door left to check.
Flash braced himself as he made his way down the hallway back to his own room. His pace increased along with his heartbeat and the speed of his individual breaths. As he got to his door, his fear was realised. His door was the one that closed. Tired physically from the move, mentally from a lack of sleep, though he didn't feel it, scared, nervous, and confused, Flash still had the urge to go in and confront the unknown.
He slowly opened the nob, creaking the door forward. He poked his head through, completely missing the shadows that were right beside him in the hallway. He shined the flashlight in his room, and there was nobody to be found. He made his way closer to the bed. His blinds were shut, something that he didn't do. He quickly pulled on the cord. In a flash, the blinds shot up to the top. Flash shrieked as he saw what was in front of him. A paper, with the same writing as the one he saw in the common room, saying, "You shouldn't have been so curious. Now this is where you also die."
Flash's body completely tensed up as he felt warm air go down his neck. He could hear something breathing behind him. The hairs on his neck stood up in fear. His heart began beating profusely. Sweat dripped down his forehead. His arms and legs quaked. He slowly turned around, holding his flashlight and pointing it to head level. Fully turning around, he shined the light, revealing a pale girl's face with blue eyes.
Flash gasped quickly, unable to let out a scream as the girl reached her arms forward and grabbed Flash by the waist. The man dropped his flashlight on the ground, and it pointed to the door, revealing two more shadows coming from the hallway.
Now completely darkened, except for only the shadow and outline of the creature in front of him, Flash clenched his teeth, fearing the worst. He could see the outline and shadow of the creature lunge her head forward toward Flash. He opened his mouth to scream, but, once again, nothing came out. It whispered in his ear in the most diabolically happy, yet creepy, demonic tone, "Hi there. Want to party?"
Flash finally screamed like a little girl seeing an ice cream truck. He felt a sudden burst of adrenaline as he reached his arms forward and grabbed the 'thing' pushing her onto the bed beside him. He quickly pulled on the light of his lamp to see what was stalking him.
There it was, sitting on his bed, laughing hysterically while hiding its face in its long, pink hair.
"Pinkie Pie?!"
"Hehehehe, you should've seen the look on your face," Pinkie Pie, the "creature", responded while laughing on the bed.
"What're you doing here?" Flash asked with a no longer nervous voice, but a firm one.
"I go here now, silly. Sentinel and Optimus gave me five dollars to help them prank you. I'm always up for a good prank!"
Flash looked towards the door to see the two shadows, now fully illuminated, revealing the two aforementioned males, laughing their heads off while leaning against the wall.
"F-Flash, that was awesome! You were so scared!" Optimus said.
"We got you so bad," Sentinel added.
Flash Sentry couldn't see the humour in the prank, though, especially because it was his first night in a new location away from home. "Ha. Ha. Very funny guys. Now I'll know to lock my room."
"Yep," Sentinel said while wiping a tear from his eye. "Well, g'night. Sweet dreams." After Sentinel left, Optimus also left with a salute.
"Pinkie, why would you join them in this?" Flash asked the girl on his bed, now a little more calm than before.
"I don't know, it just seemed like fun. I'm always up for a prank and a good laugh. Wasn't it funny?"
"Funny?! Pinkie, I was terrified! I thought there was a murderer in here or something! Maybe one day I'll find it funny, maybe... But until then, that was just awful!"
"Awww, I'm sorry you feel like that," Pinkie responded with a more concerned voice. "I just wanted to have some fun on my first day here. Are... are we still friends?"
"Of course. Except, on one condition: please, don't prank me again."
"All right, it's a deal," Pinkie said while holding out her pinky finger. "I Pinkie promise!"
Flash grabbed her pinky finger with his, confirming that he accepted the promise. "Well, at least I know somebody else here at the school. Want to hang out later on?"
"Sure!" Pinkie responded with wide open eyes. "Rarity opened her own store, Applejack went back to her parents' farm, Fluttershy is now working at a vet clinic, and Rainbow Dash is in a women's soccer program. I'm glad to know that I have a friend here!"
"All right, Pinkie. I'll see you around campus, then. Have a good night!"
"You too," the pink party person said as she hugged Flash and then skipped out of the room.
Now exhausted from the adventure, Flash could finally turn to bed and try to get some sleep.