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// Don't you know where they are? 
// Story: Broken Glass 
// by UndercoverPanda14 
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'Our little secret?' Pinkie narrowed her eyes, she couldn't see the straight maned, dull eyed Pinkie in the mirror anymore - Where had she gone?

The sun fell below the horizon swiftly that evening. Pinkie's thoughts had past time quickly by. She hadn't bothered to go to bed, or even exit her room. These past few days had gotten her thinking, she hadn't even bothered with the shop - there were bigger issues. For the time being, Pinkie would close the shop and keep it that way until Mr and Mrs. Cake returned.
She walked down the steps, it was dark - but her eyes had adjusted, making it an ease to see through the darkness. The shop was exactly how she had left it. 
Pinkie made her way over to the display window. She could hear the rain outside and lighting strike every so often. With one hoof, she flipped the sign over hung in the window, from 'Open' to 'Closed.' It would stay that way for the next week.

What was to become of this? Was it just Pinkie's mind playing games, or was this all true, did her eyes really lie to her when she looked in the mirror?
Pinkie wandered back up the stairs, and decided another night's sleep would take her mind off of it. She tucked into bed, unable to look across at the mirror in the far corner of the room. The rain was still tapping on her window. The rain, it was...no, it wasn't - it wouldn't be the rain. That noise, it was a hoof tapping. It was a hoof tapping on glass, it was a hoof tapping on her mirror...

She closed her eyes, she feared the night. It wasn't real, she didn't believe it. Her bed cover had been pulled up to her ears by the time the sounds had stopped, but she was asleep - and not thinking of sweet dreams, they were nightmares. 

She woke up the next morning, still remembering the tapping. Pinkie sat up in her bed, last night's dreams again echoed in her mind, repeating the same thing. 'Over here.'
'Rise and shine.' Pinkie looked outside, it was misty, but not raining. Though there were large, boggy puddles.

Pinkie threw the covers from over her, they landed on the floorboards as she pushed herself up, galloping downstairs. The shop was empty, as expected. The sign still said closed - good. She looked out the display window. The mist looked quite haunting.

Hey eyes drifted off over to a pony wandering in the distance. It was Twilight, heading for the shop.
'Pinkie pie, are you in?' It was obvious Twilight had seen the sign in the window, but Pinkie wasn't sure whether Twilight had seen her or not. Pinkie didn't answer after several knocks from Twilight. She saw her ending up walking away. Pinkie opened the door when Twilight was far enough not to hear it's hinges squeaking. There was a letter left for Pinkie on the doorstep, getting damp. Pinkie scooped it up with one hoof, closed the door and put it on the counter. She hadn't bothered to read it - nor had she bothered to look at it before she walked upstairs, she had expectations in the letter. It was probably something to ask Pinkie what was the matter, and why was she acting so strange? Pinkie knew she didn't have time to worry about her friends, if only her friends would stop worrying about her for a while.

At the  top of the stairs, Pinkie debated in her head whether or not to open her bedroom door. This reflection thing was beginning to drive her insane, and she didn't want to stand for it anymore.
With a nervous expression, Pinkie slowly opened the door. She focused on the mirror, it was fine. Nothing would stop her from walking into her bedroom now. She looked out the window.
'I wish they could see why I act this way..' She mumbled to herself as she stared through the glass. 
For a moment, Pinkie felt like she was looking down on everypony. She felt like she wasn't in this world - she was only looking at it, like an old picture. This wasn't what Pinkie usually felt like, no, this was lonesomeness. 
'Peekaboo.' The voice dragged on slowly like a talking doll with flat batteries. Pinkie hadn't even bothered to turn her head to look at the mirror. She looked out the window, becoming inpatient as ignored the nagging voice.
The low light peeking through the clouds created a silhouette around Pinkie from the mirrors view. A few silent, uncomfortable second went by for her.
'I see you, Pinkie pie.' The words had been like a whisper, like they had dropped from her cold lips. 
This was to no surprise for Pinkie, she finally turned around quietly, making no sound as she walked across the wooden floorboards.
'Were are your friends, Pinkie?' She asked with a voice that contained no sympathy.
Where were her friends? The vision of them laughing about Pinkie ran through her mind. Pinkie looked into the mirror, the reflection had her hooves up against the glass again, with that cruel smirk.
'They're not here.' She replied, holding her chin up, as if she hadn't been thinking about her friends.
'Don't you know where they are..?' This was not a concerned face, 'Because I do.'
Pinkie's eyes widened ever so slightly, she wondered where they were, but tried not to show it. The reflection of Pinkie's dark side faded into an image of her friends, outside - at a picnic. How could this be? It was still damp outside. But it wasn't where they were sitting.

'Didn't you invite Pinkie to come, Twilight?' Rainbow dash's voice was an eerie echo. 
'I left her a letter, but she seems a little...off put.' Twilight replied, making Pinkie offended by her opinion.
'How so?'
'She's been acting slightly...insane, and she was pale - I have to admit, she was making me feel a little uncomfortable.' 
Twilight's voice then faded out, as Pinkie's true reflection reappeared. It echoed quietly around the room in a mysterious way.
Pinkie flattered her ears against her cranium. 'Insane...?' It all seemed so real to Pinkie, and it was... as she could just see her friends silhouettes in the distance of the mist having fun without her.