//------------------------------// // Depression Ruins Her Saturday // Story: Who'd Have Guessed? // by DBP12012 //------------------------------// 8:56 A.M. Pinkie rolled out of bed, groaning to herself. She glanced at her buzzing clock. Ugh, I need to stop hitting snooze so much. Her hoof wavered close to the dark gray button, when she looked down. "SATURDAY!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "FINALLY!" She didn't care about the noise, because Mr. and Mrs. Cake had gone on vacation with their two foals. Pinkie ran downstairs, leaving the clock to buzz violently. A grin burst out from ear to ear on the once again bouncy pony's face. As she ran out the door, the sign flipped to 'closed' from the gust of wind she'd created. After galloping out of Sugarcube Cube, Pinkie had to slow down to catch her breath. Her clear turquoise eyes glittered in the sun. A bead of sweat dripped down from her forehead, because even this early, Celestia's sun beat down on Ponyville. The residents never found this unusual for Pinkie, they were definitely used to her antics. However, for Pinkie, Saturdays were different. Somehow, always on Saturday, her happiness emerged. Her fluffy pink coat and even fluffier, bouncy hair practically beamed with her radiance. She didn't know where she was going, but hey, why should she care? She was free...  As Pinkie sprang freely through the street, a still depressed Twilight moped openly. Pinkie might have missed Twilight if it weren't for her loud moans. Screeching to a halt, Pinkie flipped her head and stared blankly at the alicorn. Twilight just kept walking with her head bowed low, ignoring Pinkie. The earth pony changed directions, and began to bounce alongside Twilight. "Twi-" "Don't even TRY, Pinkamena Diane Pie," Twilight growled, "I'm reeeeally NOT in the mood." Pinkie stared at the half-slumped purple pony with a look of hurt.  "When I need you most, when I'm in my darkest hour, you turn from me. When you're in your darkest hour, when you need a friend more than anything else in the world...you push me away. Why? I... I just want to help you..." Pinkie whispered, tears flooding from her eyes. "I thought we were friends, Twi, but I guess I was wrong..." She added, before cantering away. Twilight stared back at Pinkie, regret overtaking her. She didn't mean to hurt the fragile pony's feelings, yet it was too late now. Pinkie had already dashed away. Her tears blurred her vision, yet Pinkie ran faster away as the tears clouded her sight more and more. I don't need this. I am not a joke. I am... not... Pinkie, at that moment, decided she was depressed. Even on Saturdays, she couldn't fight it anymore. She inhaled sharply, then let it go all to quickly. There's no use anymore. It's not working...The puff slowly faded from her hair, and her steps slowed as well. The tears, on the other hand, only came quicker. It was a miracle she hadn't crashed into somepony up until this point. When she ran with obscured vision, she'd crashed into nopony. Ironically, when's she slowed down... *CRASH*  "S-sorry..." Pinkie forcibly mumbled. "W-what? Pinkie? You don't look too well." Pinkie looked up to see Caramel warmly smiling at her. "Pinkie Pie, how long has it been? Where's your unforgettable smile? C'mon, do it for old friends?" He teased. Pinkie just avoided his friendly gaze.  "Caramel, maybe... Maybe some other time." She coughed out, then slowly walked away. "I... I'm not sure if I could smile today." Caramel frowned, running after her. She used to not be able to stop smiling... "Pinkie, what's bothering you?"        Pinkie hesitated before responding, her eye twitching a bit before she spoke. "N-nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm happy, yes, I'm happy. I...my um... Cheeks hurt. From too much smiling, haha, ironic right? Yeah. That's it. So umm... I'll give you a big smile later. It's a Saturday, after all, and I should be smiling..." Pinkie muttered, and just kept walking. A few tears splashed on the dirt road. "I'm fine..." Caramel stared at the once bouncy, fun-filled mare. The fun had left her, and it was replaced with dispair. But why dispair? Caramel stopped walking, but his eyesight never left Pinkie. Confusion and pain tugged at his heart, for this mare had stolen it years ago with her bubbly attitude. He loved her. Caramel shared in her sorrow. Two pairs of eyes shed tears on that lonely road. Pinkie sniffled, her eyes dried of tears. "What's wrong with me?" She whispered, "Caramel genuinely cares for me, and I can't even fake smile for him? I can fake smile for Twilight, who rejects me when she needs somepony. I can fake smile for Applejack, who only uses me to get away from Twilight. I... I..." Looking up, Pinkie saw she was back at Sugarcube Corner. A groan whistled out of her, and yet she flipped the sign to 'open'. She didn't have to, but she needed an excuse for her misery. Working used to bring her joy, an indescribable joy. All she saw now when staring at the empty kitchen made her cringe with sorrow. Why did it have to come to this..? Still, Pinkie opened up the cabinets and began baking. Even though she felt depressed, obviously seen by her hair, brownies helped her forget. The shame hid in the back of her mind when stirring the lumpy, brown batter. After a long 45 minutes, a warm, chocolate taste finally reached the pink pony's mouth for the first time in three years. Ponies all around began to crowd the sweet shoppe. Pinkie's signature brownies had that effect on many, even if the smell was all they knew of the treat. Dozens and dozens of small chocolate bites came out of the oven. Bits exchanged from ponies' hooves to the cash register. The sound of satisfied groans filled the air. On any other occasion, Pinkie would've been proud of her work, her art. Now, they were nothing more than brownies. The same feeling intoxicated Pinkie. She was nothing more than a comedy relief and a baker. Nothing more.