//------------------------------// // Party with Pinkie // Story: Fly Away // by pinkiethepie //------------------------------// Not one sound pierced the thick silence. The birds did not chirp, and the only true noise was grass rustling in the slight wind. Twilight glanced around the barren landscape and saw that not even the rabbits and snakes ventured from there holes. This was like the day Fluttershy was buried... Had she touched the wrong grave? Another quick skim of the landscape revealed she was in front of Sugarcube Corner. Finally, when a loud noise did echo through the blanket of quiet, it startled Twilight, even though it was just slow hoofbeats on the cobble. The sound seemed amplified ten fold. The source was a pink pony with straight pink hair, dragging herself along with her head bowed and the occasional sniff. "Pinkie Pie!" Twilight called out, reaching a hoof out to her. Pinkie paused, and lifted her head. Tears stained her cheeks and her face was red from crying. She acknowledged Twi with a small nod and continued on her way. The door slammed to the bakery as Pinkie strode inside. A surge of memories rushed back to Twilight, this was Pinkie's death! Knocking proved to be useless, so she let herself in. Sugarcube was run down and cracks laced the drywall. Glass counters were shattered into pieces on the floor. Frosting glazed tables and chairs. Twilight saw a pink tail disappear up the stairs. A door slammed, shaking some of the plaster ceiling loose. The winding stairs didn't seem all that save, but logic pushed it's way into Twilight's mind. This wasn't real life, it's only her mind that occupies this space, so if she falls, it'll be fine. Using this to comfort her, she placed a hoof on a creaky step and raced up like a filly who turned the basement lights off. Upon reaching the top, she tripped over a hole in the floor and fell to the pink wood. Pain raced up her leg and caused her to emit a muffled scream. Dream or not, that still really hurt! Regaining her posture, she looked up and down the hall, searching for Pinkie's room. A bit to the left, was a door, marked with a peeling painting of three balloons. Being the polite pony that she is, Twilight knocked lightly on the door. "Pinkie Pie? Please come out, I need to talk." There was no answer, in fact, the room was completely silent. Normally, Pinkie would have a least said go away or something along those lines. In a fit of panic, Twilight burst through the door. The room looked dusty in general, as if it hadn't been touched in a while. The sheets on the bed were faded from a vibrant pink to a sad gray. With one more sweeping glance, Twilight feel to her knees, shaking and covering her eyes. Pinkie was dangling three inches above the ground. The pink pony's mane was in tangles and was pressed up against her neck by a worn rope. Her eyes were bloodshot and red from crying. Color slowly drained itself from her face. Like a fish out of water, Pinkie's mouth moved soundlessly, speaking words only she knew. The body slowly swung back and forth in a mesmerizing pattern. Twilight was running about in a frenzy, searching for stool or a chair, anything to get Pinkie back on her feet so she could cut her loose. Giving up when her search of the room was in vain, she closed her eyes and a light purple glow surrounded the rope. It disintegrated into a black powder, and there was a dull thunk on the carpet. Pinkie blinked a few times and coughed up some blood. "Twilight? You... you're here!" Pinkie tapped Twilight's shoulder, who was still standing, staring blankly at the place Pinkie had dangled only seconds before. "Pinkie Pie, I'm sorry... I didn't get here sooner on that day." Twilight finally turned towards the pink pony who was now looking at the remains of the rope. Just like with Rarity, the color began to fade and Sugarcube corner dissolved. There was a sharp woosh and Pinkie was bouncing around the blank area. "I'm sooo happy you made it! You know, I've been waiting!?" Pinkie called out to Twilight. Twi shook her head and gestured to Pinkie to come back. She darted up and sat at Twilight's hooves. "You know, it's really lonely, I miss you guys!" Pinkie babbled. "Hold on, listen for a second." Twilight interrupted. "There's something I have to tell you." Pinkie settled down in front of her and stared at Twilight expectantly. She took a deep breath. "Pinkie, I wish I had trusted you more. Almost all the time you were right, and I never believed you. I was so lucky that you forgave me so easily..." Twilight hung her head and saw Pinkie jump up and down. "You know I can't stay mad at anypony! You're so funny!" She stopped bouncing and landed hard on her hooves. She gave Twilight a serious face and got really close. "Get Sugarcube back up and running. Ponyville is nothing without it's sweets. Ya' here me?" With that, she grabbed Twilight's face between her hooves. The pressure got lighter as Pinkie began to flicker in and out of existence. "Bye! You silly filly!" Pinkie shouted. She emitted a giggle that bounced off the invisible walls of the white landscape. "Don't cry anymore, ok? It makes other ponies sad!" As a final farewell, she bit Twilight lightly on the ear, then her figure let out a slight pop and vanished, leaving Twilight shaking, fighting off a fresh wave of tears. "I'll try Pinkie, I pinkie promise." Twilight raised her hoof and did the movements along with the chant. "Cross my heart," she drew an X over her chest, "Hope to fly," feebly flapped her hooves, imitating wings, "stick a cupcake... in my e-eye." Her hoove jammed in her eye, causing her to clutch it in pain. She could've sworn she heard Pinkie laughing in the distance, before everything faded to black.