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// What the fuck have I done?!  
// Story: Why am I Angel Bunny?! 
// by Wiggidy 
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I looked around, taking note of the fact that I was in the fork of a tree and that some poor fuck's house was halfway torched. 

Most likely by me. 

I looked down at the ground. A bunch of passed out ponies were scattered all over the yard, and yard itself was scattered with trash. Most notably, Vinyl was scrawled spread eagle on her back, her trademark tinted shades nowhere to be found. 

"Oh shit... Better cheese it." I mumbled to myself. I got up in the tree and jumped, aiming to land on some pony I didn't really recognize. I fell and landed square on the unlucky mare's stomach, quickly falling off as she curled up and groaned in pain. 

"Yeah, my bad. Thanks for breaking my fall, though." I said out loud. She just whined and rolled onto her side. I took a step back to do a once-over on her. 

She had a light pinkish/purplish coat, a raspberryish mane that looked pretty ragtagy, and a bunch of berries for a Cutie Mark. Oh, shit. I just used Berry Punch as a goddamn landing pad. Oh well. I doubt she'd be able to remember this anyway, given that she supposedly gets more drunk than your mom's new alcoholic boyfriend every day.

The hell was I doing? Oh yeah, cheesing it. 

So I hopped off, passing ponies and trash on my way out of the yard. Some things were bugging me though. 

Like, where's Pinkie? 

Or where the fuck was I? 

Or, more importantly, why don't I have a hangover that's worse than your ex-girlfriend's period on crystal meth? 

"Eh. Whatever. I'm in the land of the fucking Maguffins or some weird shit. Like I care about stupid details. The important thing is I didn't wake up in jail." I muttered to myself. At that moment, a big piece of newspaper blew in my face. 

"Echh! God dammit!" I snatched the paper up and was halfway done with crumpling it before I recognized that Pinkie was featured in it. I smoothed it back out and took a closer look. It was the front page of this morning's edition for the Ponyville Star. It wasn't good. 

"Local mare caught spiking party with alcohol!" The headline read. I blinked and read the rest of the article. 

"Ponyville's resident Party Pony (pictured above) was caught last night distributing a large quantity of alcohol at a party thrown for a local musician in honor of her most successful album release to date. The illegal substance, thought to have been long since removed from Equestria, was found in a high quantity around the celebration area. Town guards and local police alike are cooperating with a Royal Enforcement Squadron, sent in by the Sun Princess herself to investigate the cause of this incident and the source of the substance. Anypony with information regarding this case is strongly encouraged to go to the police or guard and relay all information possible."

Oh. Well... 

Fuck.