//------------------------------// // Chapter Two // Story: Everyone is Twilight // by AwkwardTaco //------------------------------// Pinkie Pie couldn’t believe how rested she felt. She was in that phase of waking up where she was somewhat awake, but she didn’t want to open her eyes. She tried to get one last dream in before a painful tingle came from the side she was lying down on. “Owchie-mouchie!” she yelped as the bruises and cuts became all the more real and painful. A large white puff of powder began to settle from where she had just jumped up from. Judging by the taste of some of the powder that had landed in her mouth, it was sweet, sweet sugar. Ignoring the cuts and bruises entirely, Pinkie Pie looked ecstatically around to see where she was. Definitely not Twilight’s place, but rather in the middle of a street. Near some burlap sacks of sugar. “I wonder what place in town has brown bags of sugar just lying about.” She touched her hoof to her chin, but something in her peripheral vision caught her attention. There was more sugar on her hoof! Delighted, she began licking away at it like it were a lollipop. She turned around to see what building was behind her and grinned when she realized she was in front of Sugarcube Corner. “Of course I’m here! I probably passed out from that spell and Twilight put me here to take a nap.” Pinkie heard voices in her head again but these didn’t sound like the usual ones that drove her to arson. “Ksssh! Attention all voices talking crazy in my head. Do you remember what happened at Twilight’s house, over?” Pinkie asked, holding an imaginary device to her ear.  Rarity was a bit unsure of where “here” was because she lacked any idea of a description she could use. Applejack had no trees to buck and was thus unhappy. “Sorry, crazy voices! I’m not in the mood to play hopscotch today,” Pinkie said, tuning out the bantering of Applejack and Rarity completely. “I need to find the little Cakes! I hope I’m not too late to take care of them.” Pinkie Pie began running toward the bakery without a hitch, though there was a slight twinge of pain for some unknown reason. Bursting through the front doors boisterously, the few patrons inside looked at Pinkie in confusion and surprise. For Fluttershy, a severe case of Achluophobia was no excuse for being impolite. “It’s super hard to solve a problem that isn’t there, silly willy,” Pinkie said, giving a random pony a cupcake that she had pulled out of thin air. She wasn’t really sure where all those cakes came from, but she knew she had an endless supply. “I have fillies to sit! But not sit on. The Cakes were really specific about that.” “Twilight? What are you doing here?” a voice from behind asked. Pinkie looked around to see where Twilight was but couldn’t find her anywhere in the store. “Huh? Where’s Twilight?” Pinkie asked, swiveling her head around until she saw Mrs. Cake standing in front of her. “Mrs. Cake! I thought you and the mister were out on your eighteenth honeymoon already.” “We’re waiting for Pinkie Pie to get here before we leave,” Mrs. Cake answered. “It’s strange she isn’t here yet, she always loves watching the fillies.” “Um, I’m not trying to be a meanie, but did you hit you head, Mrs. Cake?” Pinkie asked. “I’m right here!” “Yes, you are, Twilight. But we’re looking for Pinkie Pie.” Mrs. Cake raised an eyebrow. “But I’m me, not Twilight! Helloooo,” Pinkie said. “You’re not wearing your glasses, Mrs. Cake. I’ll go get them for you.” Applejack said, bucking Pinkie's inner demons in the figurative nards. Pinkie twitched a few times and smiled once again. “Twilight, I think you must have a head injury. Look, you have cuts and bruises all over you,” Mrs Cake said with genuine concern. “Let me take you to the hospital and get you some rest.” “I feel super, Mrs. Cake! And please stop calling me Twilight,” Pinkie Pie asked, and suddenly lowered her voice. “Some wackos might try to kidnap me for her hidden treasure.” “I’m taking you to the hospital.” “Aww, Mrs. Cake, I’m fine. I don’t wanna get a shot,” Pinkie whined. “I’ll be nice to the fillies, I promise.” “Twilight, march yourself over to the hospital right now,” Mrs. Cake said sternly. Pinkie’s ears drooped. “Yes, Mrs. Cake.” “Do you need me to make sure you get there?” Mrs. Cake raised an eyebrow. “No, Mrs. Cake.” Pinkie replied. “Goodbye, Twilight. I hope you feel better.” Mrs. Cake smiled as Pinkie walked out of the bakery. Pinkie didn’t understand why Mrs. Cake had been so confused about her identity. She had known her for years! Pinkie glanced at a puddle down by her hooves. She stared long and hard at her reflection, contemplating what she had done to make Mrs. Cake forget her. A small thought dawned on her. She blinked her purple eyes once then twice. She was in Twilight’s body. “Of course!” Pinkie said with a smile. “I was such a silly. No wonder Mrs. Cake didn’t recognize me.” A thought dawned on her at that moment. If she was in Twilight’s body, she had wings and a horn to boot. All kinds of things could be accomplished with that combination of appendages. Like writing a book or robbing a bank. Now equipped with both magic and flight, Pinkie would be an unstable force on her crusade to bring parties or somesuch to the rest of the universe.          Aside from the existential crisis she was dealing with and the constant droning of Pinkie’s humming, Twilight wasn’t exactly having a bad day. All in all, it was a leap in science and psychology to have so many ponies sharing the same body. If she ever managed to get out of the situation, it would make for a great doctoral thesis. “You doin’ alright there, sugarcube?” Applejack asked Twilight, who was currently laid outstretched on the “floor” of her own psyche. “I’m fine,” Twilight said, muffled by the mental matter beneath her. “I have no idea what Pinkie is doing with me right now, nor do I know where everypony else is or how to talk with them. But, for the time being, I’m fine.” “Cheer up, sugarcube. You’ve got me so far. Won't be long now until we all figure out this mess,” Applejack soothed.         A boisterous thud resounded around the abstract walls of Twilight’s mind. Pinkie had probably hit something during her excited adventuring.         “Owie… who puts a house in the middle of a town, anyway?” Pinkie groaned, her voice fading in volume.         “Oh, here we go, Twi!” Applejack said. “Whenever you get hurt, somepony else gets to move around.”         “Let’s see who it is this time,” Twilight said.         It was a long amount of time during the transition. Twilight was beginning to worry if she had just died and didn’t know it yet. After a minute of waiting, the new voice spoke up.         “Oh, dear,” Fluttershy said quietly. “Why in the world am I holding a matchbox?”