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// Our Little Secret 
// Story: Broken Glass 
// by UndercoverPanda14 
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This was not natural, was it..? No, of course not - she was imagining it all.... or so she hoped.
Pinkie stood still, breathless, almost. Her heart had possibly skipped a beat. She looked at her reflection. It had changed. It was smiling at her, but she wasn't smiling back. It was less of a friendly smile, more a smile that said 'beware' and was smirked across this pony's face. This made her feel uncomfortable. 
No, she wasn't going to believe it, she was going to carry on with her day... but, how could you ignore something like this?
'Who are you...?' She asked with a try courage, though her voice was a cowardly whimper. 
The reflection widened her eyes, though the smile remained. The reflection didn't speak. It remained the same smirk of darkness across her muzzle. 
She turned away, trying to forget about it, shaking her head. Though through temptation, she took a glimpse look back at the reflection, the colourful, bright Pinkie had returned, this confused her more. But she didn't want to look at it anymore.  

The fog was still in the morning. It had covered Ponyville, though this didn't stop Pinkie from walking carefully to Twilight's Library. She wanted to talk to Twilight about it, and it was an urge to find the answer to her problems. 
She edged her hoof closer to the wooden door as she stood in front of it. Something was making her feel uncomfortable, and the more she thought about last night, the less she wanted to find out more about it. Finally, she leg go the tense in her front leg, and knocked. 
The door opened within seconds, and a familiar face waited behind it.
'Twilight, can we talk?' Pinkie's voice, firm and courage, but weak and quiet.
Without questions, Twilight stepped aside for Pinkie to enter. She had a face of worry and confusion. Twilight, knowing Pinkie wouldn't have to be asked the problem, sat down and waited for her to begin. But Pinkie remained silent.
To Pinkie, she could hear things around the room - she could almost hear her own voice. No, it couldn't be. She closed her eyes, and opened them. But a faint blur passed by her quickly.
'Pinkie, is everything alright?' Twilight's voice was only an echo from a distance to what Pinkie was really hearing.
Her eyes flickered around the room. Nothing was there. She had to get out of there, or Twilight would be in the same trouble she was in.
'Nevermind, I'll t-talk to you later..' Pinkie stuttered, standing up and walking out the door, paying more attention to the blur and echoes around her. 

She burst through her door, circling the room and watching for anything. Then, it broke down in front of her, her world broke down - her sanity, or at least what was left of her sanity.. She heard it.
'You can't run from your true self, you know..'
As fast a s a bullet, Pinkie flung her whole self around to see the mirror at the back of the room. The reflection had changed back to the straight maned, dull eyes Pinkie.
For a moment, Pinkie remained silent. Was this real? She tried to speak, but couldn't find the right words..
'Take your time, I'm not going anywhere.' The cold, mysterious like voice of her reflection echoed around the room, and all Pinkie could do was stare.
'Who are you?' Her words were said with bravery. 
The reflection put her hooves up against the surface of the mirror, with that horrible smirk still across her face.
'I'll be bad luck if you're not careful, kid.' She leaned her head forward, to give her the luck that she was looking down on Pinkie. A shadow formed beneath her eyes.
'What do you mean?' Curiosity was beginning to get the better of her fears. It didn't seem as strange anymore to her, though it still felt worryingly new.
Pinkie saw a gesture given towards her, the reflection had slightly pointed her hoof towards the window for a brief second. She turned around, and took a few slow steps towards the view.
The outside was still foggy, and empty of sight for another pony. The sun had been hidden behind grey clouds, that were gently spitting droplets of rain, trickling down her window glass. 
'I -I don't understand..?' She turned her head round, keeping her hooves firm in the position facing the window, and she looked back at the mirror still scratched the words 'Over Here', but she could only see her real self, stare back into her bright blue eyes.
'Oh, and one more thing,' Only around the room could be heard of this mysterious voice, 'You were wise not to tell Twilight, our little 'Secret.''