Pinkie stared in complete shock at the scene that played out in front of her. She watched as Pumpkin cake circled furiously around her doppelgangers legs, while Pound Cake fluttered just above her head. Pinkie looked away, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
She looked away, "Make it stop, please! I can't bear to watch this!"
But, as Pinkie looked back at the scene it seemed as if she was beginning to meld with the memory, and before she knew it, she was now reliving it.
"Pound Cake, you get down her this instant," Pinkie commanded as she tried to balance a mixing bowl and pan in her hooves. She was having the hardest time getting to the stove, with Pound Cake circling above like a vulture and Pumpkin Cake running around her ankles like an excited puppy. She was nearly tripped up on several occasions while preparing the cupcake mix. She finally made it to the stove, she poured the mix into the pan and place it in the oven, she placed the empty bowl on the counter and averted her attention back to the twins. With her now free hooves she reached up and plucked Pound Cake out of the air.
"Gotcha!" she exclaimed playfully messing up his mane, "Now to round up your sister." And as if cued, Pumpkin Cake came crawling hurriedly through Pinkies legs and disappeared under the kitchen table.
"That little devil!" Pinkie exclaimed, "Come on now Pumpkin, don't make me come in there after you."
But, the truth was Pinkie wanted to go after her. She always enjoyed playing with the twins, they almost had as much energy as she did, "Alright, looks like we're going to have to come get you."
She place Pound Cake on the floor and began whispering to him, "Alright, I'll go to the front of the table and you fly over to the back, she'll have nowhere to run, unless she goes to the left or right."
Pound Cake nodded in agreement and gave Pinkie a hoof bump for good luck. Pound Cake immediately took to the air and hovered over the table waiting for Pinkie to hold up her end. Pinkie hunched lower to the floor like a cat and inched closer to the table. She couldn't see Pumpkin Cake because of the table cloth draped over the table, but she had a feeling she was going to surprise her. She looked up at Pound Cake and held her hoof in the air to give him the signal. And at that they both dove under the table and smashed into each other. With the force of the collision the table toppled over, draping the table cloth over the both of them. They had been bamboozled. And as Pinkie sat that there, pouting that she had been had she could her cute giggling just outside the tablecloth. She pulled the cloth off and sure enough, there was Pumpkin Cake, laughing her head off at her little joke. Pinkie gave her a scowl and she stopped laughing. But Pinkie just couldn't stay mad at her, her scowl soon formed into a smirk and Pumpkin knew she was off the hook. She stood up and jumped into Pinkies arms and Pound Cake followed suit. They all three sat there for a few more minutes, giggling about Pumpkins trick. But, soon Pinkie noticed they were looking a bit drowsy. She glanced up at the clock, it read 8 P.M. A bit early for her bed time, but the twins were still just infants and they had long day of terrorizing Pinkie while she baked.
"Alright guys, time for bed," Pinkie instructed, placing the twins on her back after returning the table to its upright position. She walked the twins upstairs to their bedroom and gently tucked them into bed. She turned on Pound Cakes music box to help try and keep them asleep. She turned to leave but stopped in the doorway and turned back to them and whispered, "Goodnight you guys, see ya in the morning."
Once Pinkie made it to her room, she felt sleepy all of a sudden. It was strange, she never went to bed before 10 before. But, she guessed to rambunctious twins could have that effect on somepony. She crawled under the covers and laid on her back staring at the ceiling for a few moments, she couldn't help but feel she had forgotten something. She pondered it a few more moments, then shrugged it off and closed her eyes to sleep.
Pinkies nostrils flared at the smell of something peculiar, she tossed and turned a few times to try and rid her self of the smell until it finally occurred to her what the smell was. Smoke. She darted up out of bed and threw the door open, she gasped at what she saw. The hallway was ablaze, flames darted up and down the walls.
"The stove!" Pinkie remembered, but she didn't have time to worry about that now. She needed to get to the twins and get them out of here. She hunched to the floor under the smoke and crawled towards the twins bedroom. The flames had now spread to the ceiling, she needed to hurry before the entire place came down. As she got closer to their bedroom she could here the twins crying inside.
"Its okay guys, Pinkies coming!" Pinkies shouted trying to reassure them.
Finally, she made it to their bedroom doorway, but just as she was about to step into the room, a flaming beam fell from the ceiling and blocked the doorway. This sent the twins into an even worse panic attack, their crying had now became screaming.
"Don't you worry, I'm going to figure out a way to get to you," Pinkie said staring at the beam. She reached out a hoof and touched it, she quickly pulled back in pain. The beam was to hot to grab, but it was the only way she was going to get to them, "You guys hold tight, I'm coming."
She took in a deep breath and grab the beam in her hooves and began trying to lift out of the doorway. She could feel the fire burning the flesh off her hoof, she cringed in pain but continued lifting. She wanted so badly to drop the board and shake her hooves to be rid of the pain, but she wanted even more to get the twins to safety. And with one more quick thrust of force Pinkie threw the beam out of her way and rushed into the room to rescue the twins. As she got closer to their beds, she knew something was wrong. They weren't crying any more. Pinkie looked over into their cribs, they were passed out. She grabbed them up and draped them across her back. She needed to get them out of here and into the fresh air fast. She darted from the room, her injured hooves slapping hard against the floor. With every step her bed cringed in pain, but she didn't care, she needed to get them to safety. As she ran down the stairs she noticed the fire had completely engulfed the kitchen and the ceiling was starting to come down. She ran to the door and threw it open with her shoulder, arriving in the cool night air just as the ceiling collapsed on the shop. Ponies had gathered in the street to watch the horror unfold. The fire department soon arrived and took to putting out the fire. Pinkie placed the twins on the ground and tried to shake them awake. They didn't stir.
"Oh, Celestia no!" Pinkie shouted as she began crying, "No, no, no, please wake up!"
She began performing CPR on them, pushing her hooves against their chests as she counted to ten and then performing mouth to mouth. After three attempts they still hadn't awoken.
"Somepony help me!" she screamed. The EMT soon showed up and walked over to aid them. He put a stethoscope to their chests and listened for a heartbeat. His face grew solemn as he removed the stethoscope from his neck, he looked at Pinkie and shook his head. The floodgates opened and Pinkie fell back onto her back a cried up at the sky. And as Pinkie laid there the world began to dissolve around her until nothing was left but darkness, the memory was over. She continued to sob uncontrollably, coughing and screaming as tears poured from her eyes. She didn't know how long she laid there in darkness crying, she cried until she couldn't cry anymore, until no more tears came out. Only then did she sit up and droop her head to the floor and mutter, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."