The night was dark, it was clear of fog or mist. But there were few clouds overlapping the moons shine. Pinkie was still awake, and thinking about her friends. She looked into her mirror, her dark side wasn't showing. But she could here a creepy mumbling sound around the room, which was easy to be ignored.
By morning, Pinkie had a black underline for her eyes. But she wasn't tired.
This was it, she was going to get things straight between her and her friends. They had to know the truth.
Without a moment to loose, Pinkie galloped out the door and over the hills. She saw her friends all together.
'Pinkie, are you okay?!' Twilight trotted up to Pinkie, worry in her voice.
But Pinkie held up her chin, in attempt to hide the black eyes, that seemed to have turned dull and colorless from her lack of sleep.
'I'm fine, but I have to tell you something.' She could tell that the sudden ache from her head had something to do with her reflection, all the same, she proceeded.
'I've been seeing things in the mirror, and it's not me!' There was another painful ache.
'Pinkie, you look tired, maybe you just need rest.' Replied Rainbow Dash, hovering above the ground slightly. Pinkie became impatient.
'Believe me!' She looked Rainbow Dash straight into her magenta eyes, 'I may be tired, but that doesn't change what I see!' She knew this could possibly be a lie, but her tired feeling gave her the urge to be right. Rainbow's voice was heard again.
'Listen Pinkie, I think you need to go back home.' This had been taken in the wrong way for Pinkie.
'What sort of friend are you meant to be?' She said in a stern voice.
'Hold on there Pinkie, I'm sure Rainbow didn't mean it in that way.' Rarity had appeared in the corner of her eye.
It seemed like her friends were teaming up to prove her wrong, the fact they didn't even try to believe her made it better.
Pinkie pulled out a firm, serious face - which also showed her anger. But her friends kept their looks of confusion.
'Fine,' Pinkie turned back, walking back to the shop, 'you'll all see..'
As she opened the door, she felt like breaking down and crying. What if her friends were right, and she just left like that? They would still think she was insane.
She looked towards the crumpled, damp invitation still thrown on the counter. She picked it up and took it from it's envelope.
Pinkie,
We are having a picnic near Sweet
Apple Acres if you would like to join us.
If you'd rather do other things, we'd
understand completely. Hope to see you there,
Your friends.
It was final, her friends thought she was crazy and untruthful. She dropped the letter from her hooves slowly, and wandered up the stairs. She looked into the mirror, of course, it was her dark side. They both stayed silent.
'It's because of you..' Pinkie finally spoke, edging closer to the mirror.
'You've lost your friends trust, Pinkie.'
'And it's because.. of you.' Her voice was raising.
'Face it, Pinkie pie, you're nothing without them - they don't care for you.'
'They'll always care for me!'
'Then where are they, where are your friends now, Pinkie pie?' The last words trickled from her mouth - echoing across the room walls as silence fell for a moment.
Pinkie, becoming impatient, abruptly lost all her sanity, and reared herself up, smashing her hooves against the mirror. They had their hooves pressed together as the glass cracked, as lines cracked straight around the mirror.
Why, why was she smiling? Why did she have that stupid, hated smirk still lying across her face. A question asked, and answered - as Pinkie lifter her hooves from the mirror - and smashed them, once again, onto the mirror. This time, her success had shattered the mirror - as the pieces fell onto the floorboards, along with Pinkie.
This was the reason her reflection was still smiling...