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// The last piece 
// Story: Broken Glass 
// by UndercoverPanda14 
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'I'm over here, Pinkie pie.' 
Pinkie saw her edge closer.
'Get away from me.' Pinkie snapped. 
She stopped dead, still wearing that smirk.
'But why, I'm your only friend.' This wasn't true, 'All your other friends think you're insane.'
Pinkie became impatient again, but she didn't know what to say - all her friends did think she was insane. But this wasn't how it ended.
'They think I'm insane because of you!' Pinkie screeched. But the reflection seemed to have wiped that smirk from her face completely, and give a confusion look of anger. 
'Look at yourself Pinkie,' She stared at Pinkie's straight mane, dull eyes, scars and cuts, 'I am you.' Her voice got quieter, and hissed, almost, towards the end.
Pinkie would have denied it, but it was true. They were both exactly the same. She sat down and lowered her head. 'It's true...'

Her reflection smiled again. 
'You'd look in the mirror and it would all become clear to you.' Leaving her only that, Pinkie looked up to see her gone.
'Become clear to me..?' She was regaining hope again, and stood up. 

The door was thrown open, almost swinging off it's hinges as Pinkie ran up to her room in the shop. The glass pieces were still smashed, and there was only the frame left of the whole mirror. Pinkie stared into one piece of broken glass, and saw her eyes slightly brighten up to the idea.

Pinkie waited for a moment, hiding the mirror behind herself. She had puzzled the pieces back together, all except one - which seemed to be lost. It was the one that marked the word 'Over.'
As Pinkie looked over to one side of the room, there was a faint shadow effect over one ponies eyes. One ponies dull eyes.

'You'll be finished with.' Pinkie said to her. Her voice had gathered up bravery once again.
'Finished with?' That smirk had returned, 'I'd like to see you try.'
'You're pathetic, hated, you can't even begin  to harm me.'
Pinkie had never acted this way before, as she tilted her head.
'Oh yeah, let's see that you're wrong!' She bent her legs down and lowered her head, in a charging position. It was almost obvious where this was going.
'Go back to where you belong!' This was the last words Pinkie had to shout, before the darker Pinkie had been pounding her hooves across the bedroom floor. She pounced, her front hooves lifted, aiming at Pinkie pie - only to watch her leap to one side, falling on her side. 

At that moment, everything had seemed to slow down for a brief moment, which gave her darker side time to look at Pinkie as she lunged aside, with confusion, then look back at the mirror - with horror. She screamed, her whole body sinking into it's reflective surface as the whole mirror glow white, igniting the room with a misty, brightest light. Pinkie covered her eyes, holding them closed.

Pinkie gasped, sitting upright in her bed. The day was here, though she could hear her heart pounding hard against her chest. She looked around the room. It was very slightly blurry, as she rubbed her eyes. She remembered everything - the mirror, the reflection, even the hospital. It felt like a dream, but that could be questioned, as it didn't fully feel right.
Pinkie looked at her clock, hung high on her wall. '9:22' It told her. But when she looked down again, there was that something that could almost not be noticed, but she did notice it. 

The last piece of the mirror, and that very one word that told her everything was over.