He walked calmly, waiting for what he knew was coming. It was inevitable. It always came, ALWAYS. It was something you couldn't run from, couldn't hide from. She always knew. It was crazy, even if nobody told her, she always new. So he waited calmly for it. All of a sudden, he was on the ground, face full of dirt.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SABRE!"
Their it was. It always came. Not the dirt, but the greeting. One only Pinkie could give. One that came every year. One that always resulted in a face full of something.
"Hello Pinkie, how are you? Oh, and yes the party can be at Sugarcube Corner again."
"Okie-doki-loki! And don't forget, all of our bestest friends will be their!" Her expression downed a bit.
"Except Dashie... Where is she anyways? Being gone this long isn't like her..." She replied.
Sabre felt a knot form in his stomach. He knew he couldn't tell her. He and Twi promised to never tell the others. They new the others wouldn't react well, knowing that their two friends killed Rainbow Dash. He knew he didn't have much choice if he wanted the Rainbow Factory to finally end. Twi understood, she was there. But the others could hate him for it. His face not faltering once, he told her that Dash might show up. Then he walked off. He needed to talk to Twi.
He was greeted inside by Spike, who then got Twi. She walked in, and from the look on his face, she knew what he wanted to say as soon as she saw him.
"Sabre, they will find out the truth eventually."
"I know, but not tonight. Pinkie's throwing me a party, and I don't wanna ruin it." He replied.
" Don't worry about it, I wasn't planning on telling. "
After warning her about a certain pink tornado, he walked off. He wasn't sure what to do yet. There wasnt anything TO do. He was feeling bored, so he decided to see Derpy, who was letting him live at her place until he could get his own, which would be soon. Too bad, too, because he kinda liked her. On his way over to her house though, he passed Sugarcube Corners, which smelled of pastries and latex. Probably just the party supplies. He decided to see if he could get something to eat. He walked in, but it was empty. He looked around. It was filled with the décor for his birthday party, and it looked good. But nobody was around the store, despite the fact that the sign said 'OPEN' in bold letters. Pinkie walked downstairs, and jumped when she saw him.
"SABRE! What are you doing here? The party's at 8. It's only 2:39." She asked.
She seemed really excited, but a bit... Off. But then again, this is Pinkie Pie here. But still...
"Oh, I just stopped by for something to eat. I was on my way to Derpy's on my way here." He replied.
Pinkie gasped and shot into the basement, the door closing behind her. She zoomed out, carrying a tray of cupcakes. They looked great. But Pinkie seemed more excited than Twi at the book festival she dragged them all to last month. Pinkie practically shoved them in his face.
He said then, "You know, I was gonna get some muffins." Her smile faultered barely, but hardly noticeable, even to him. She got him muffins of all kinds. You name it, she gave it to him. With a thanks, he walked out and towards Derpy's house. He barely got in when she grabbed the basket and ran off only to dart in and leave a bag of a few for him to eat. He decided to go for a walk. He saw the CMC racing by, only to get covered in mud, pine needles, and tree sap.
"OH COME ON! THERE AREN'T EVEN ANY PINE TREES AROUND HERE!" Scootaloo yelled.
Sabre walked up and told her and her friends to look at the stand they hit. It was a tree sap and pine needles stand. He walked by, leaving them to come up with another plan, probably in which they'd likely result in near death again. He walked, taking a bite out of a muffin and continuing on. He thought back to Pinkie and her behavior. First off, why would she go to a basement for cupcakes? Is there a shipping dock down their? Or is that where they cook sometimes? He thought a bit more, mainly about the smells this time. He smelled balloons, pastry, and fruit. But there was another smell, a somewhat familiar. He smelled it recently, but where? That's when it hit him. It was a smell he overlooked, out of what he felt was impossible to find in a bakery like Sugarcube Corners, let alone near Pinkie Pie. But he thought of how she sometimes smelled of it, trying to mask it with chocolate, usually monthly. He knew this smell.
It was death.