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// Epilogue 1: The Pinkie Ending 
// Story: Six Two Six Two 
// by lunabrony 
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	With the matter of aliens behind her, Pinkie had resumed her normal, everyday, cheerful, somewhat invasive habit of getting in everypony's business. She had been by to visit Twilight numerous times, despite being assured by the latter that the effects of being turned to stone twice were temporary.
"Thank you for your concern, Pinkie. But there's nothing to worry about," Twilight insisted. "Do you want something to drink? Tea perhaps?" Tea might calm the party pony down, if anything could. 
"Do you have coffee?" Pinkie asked.
Twilight felt her eye twitch. "I really don't think that's a good idea..."	
"Hot apple cider?"
"That I can do. I'll be just a moment. Feel free to read any of the books while you're waiting, but PLEASE put them back where you found them. I've already had to have Spike reorganize the entire library three times this week."
The little dragon, who had been sitting nearby, was rubbing his sore wrists. 
"Don't remind me," he said.
Twilight wandered to the back to prepare beverages, and Pinkie wandered restlessly down an aisle or two in search of something interesting to eat. She pushed various books aside, before her eyes locked on something of unknown origin glittering behind a row of books. Oooh, sparkly!
Violently pushing the books aside,  Pinkie gasped. Something glittered in the darkness reaching far back behind the row of books, farther than physics would ever have allowed.
"A pocket dimension!" Pinkie exclaimed. These sorts of things turned up from time to time, and for some reason happened to show up quite often around Pinkie in particular. She squeezed herself into the shelf of books, crawling forward into the darkness. A profound sense of disorientation gripped her. For a disturbingly long moment, there was no up or down or right or left. There was a void of nothingness, not even the comforting feel of ground underneath her hooves as she slid forward. There was only the will to keep going and overpowering curiosity.
After a few moments, the space underneath her seemed to fall away, and Pinkie tumbled through what felt like a long series of tubes before being expelled onto a hard white floor.
Pinkie bounced back up like taffy, and looked around eagerly. Giant columns stretched towards the sky, lit with various consoles and displays of all kinds. Wires by the thousands stretched overhead across the ceiling and over the walls. The sounds of various hardware and machines filled the vast space, though the party pony was unphased and continued forward anyway.
The only source of life she could find came in the form of a pair of legs sticking out from underneath an industrial sized heavily plated submersible. Bouncing over, she made the most natural inquiry one could make under these circumstances.
"Whatcha doin'?" Pinkie asked.
The reply sounded annoyed. "Attempting to prepare to study the effects of high powered nuclear fusion and radioactivity at depths of five plus miles, not that it's any of your business."
"Oh." Pinkie paused. "Why?"
"Because those depths have not been extensively researched yet."
"Why?"
"Because-" There was a startled gasp of realization, and a young human in his early 20s rolled out from beneath the submersible, wrench in hand.
He stared at her.
Pinkie stared back.
He stared at her.
Pinkie stared back.
He blinked.
"I win!" Pinkie exclaimed.
"That's not fair, I demand a re- wait a minute!" He stood, angry now. "Who are you?"
"Pinkie," she said casually.
"No really, what is your name?"
"Pinkie Pie!" She said.
The young man facepalmed. 
"Alright..."
"Who are you?" Pinkie asked. "Wait! Wait! Let me guess! You look like... Terrance!"
"...No." The boy said. "I am Dexter, this is my laboratory, and you... should not be in here. How did you get in here?"
"Through the bookshelf," Pinkie said.
Dexter looked thoughtful as if this actually made sense. "Huh. The bioscanner must be malfunctioning. While I thank you for bringing this to my attention, I must ask you to leave. Return to wherever it is you came from, or you may be escorted out by my security drones."	
"No thanks," Pinkie said.
"No thanks to the drones?"
"No thanks to leaving, I wanna help!"
"I don't need your help," Dexter said.
"Yes you do."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't!"
"No I don't!" Pinkie yelled.
"Yes I do, and that's final!" Dexter yelled back.
"Okey dokey, if you insist." Pinkie bounced to the nearest display while Dexter was still trying to figure out what just happened. "How about this one? What's this button do?"
"Do not press-"
Pinkie had already pressed the button.
"FIRE CONTAINMENT FIELD ACTIVATED."
There was a loud rushing sound from overhead, and the ceiling sprinklers burst into life, sending water pouring down all over the laboratory. There was the sound of wires shorting out and displays malfunctioning all over the place.
Dexter glared at her. "Get out!"
"Aw, but rain is fun! Why so frowny wowny?"
He lunged for her, and Pinkie darted out of the way, bouncing down back in the direction she'd come from.
"I hate horses," Dexter muttered.
Pinkie burst through an exit door and collided with Twilight in her kitchen, who at that moment had been lifting up the kettle of hot water she was using for apple cider. The kettle clanged to the floor, sending both ponies jumping into chairs to avoid the scalding water that sent white vapor filling the kitchen.
"Jeez, Twilight. You're really looking... steamed!" Pinkie snorted.
"Pinkie!" Twilight scolded. "Where'd you come from?!" She looked back at the door, seeing only the library on the other side.
"I dunno," Pinkie said.
"You didn't get in any trouble, did you?"
"Of course not," Pinkie said.