“Welcome, welcome, welcome! A fine welcome to you!”
“Welcome, welcome, welcome! I say how do you do?”
“Welcome, welcome, welcome! I say hip hip hurray!”
“Welcome, welcome, welcome to Equestria todaaaaaay!”
A shower of confetti and streamers erupted practically out of nowhere as the pink party animal finished her short but very sweet song. Some pieces of confetti landed on Optimus’ roof and windshield. They remained there.
It was Friday night, and none of Pinkie’s friends mentioned that she could visit Optimus now that they were done talking to him. It took a whole day before Pinkie realized that Optimus never had a “Welcome to Equestria Party”. It’s something she’s always wanted to do…ever since the day she first met him.
So there she was, alone with Optimus Prime in Applejack’s barn. Lanterns filled the darkness around them with light. Sweet Apple Acres may have been closed for the night, but even Applejack let Pinkie throw him a party. Pinkie asked Applejack if she wanted to come to the party, but she declined for seemingly no reason whatsoever.
Pinkie didn’t know what was wrong with her. How could she not want to go to a party for an Autobot? It took a while for her to figure it out…but Pinkie Pie finally understood.
It was pointless.
Pinkie visited Twilight yesterday to see how she was doing. Rarity advised caution, telling her that Twilight was in a very uneasy state. Pinkie didn’t believe it at first and waltzed right in the castle of the princess in Ponyville. It only took a quick glance for her to realize Rarity’s true warnings.
Twilight remained in her bed, Spike softly rubbing her back, his eyes closed. Pinkie asked Spike how Twilight was as she quietly approached that fateful day. Spike said she wasn’t doing so well. She only stayed in bed and got up only to use the bathroom. She hasn’t eaten for a while, worrying the baby dragon. Pinkie came up from behind, hearing Twilight’s soft snoring. Spike said she fell asleep a while ago…it seems that sleep was the only way she would stop crying.
Pinkie hasn’t seen Twilight this upset since…
Well, even Pinkie Pie didn’t like to think about it.
But they were wrong, her friends. It wasn’t pointless to give an old friend a party. She never had the chance to properly welcome him to their world, and now was the best chance she could get.
Pinkie Pie, wearing a pointed party hat, pushed over a large cake decorated with several colors of frosting and sprinkles. On the top of it rested a red Autobot insignia, drawn by her, of course, in red frosting. She presented the cake to the massive figure resting in front of her, a large grin on her face.
“Surprise,” Pinkie exclaimed loudly. “Do you like it? I know it’s not the prettiest cake around, Mr. and Mrs. Cake make much better ones than this, but I’m not too shabby either.” Pinkie eyed the cake with a watering mouth, admiring her work.
She waited.
And waited…
And waited.
She stared at Prime alone, her smile never fading, never breaking. The party hat she placed on Optimus’ roof slowly slid off and landed in the dirt beside him. However, he never responded in any way. He didn’t admire Pinkie’s work and effort in throwing this party for him. It was incredibly silent.
Pinkie started giggling.
“You don’t have to say anything, silly!” Pinkie laughed, but not a moment later did she stop her laughing, only a smile presenting itself. “I don’t really care if you can’t talk to me, Optimus,” Pinkie said after containing her laughter. “As long as I know it’s really you, then that’s all the thanks I could ever ask for.”
She picked up the large knife beside the cake, cutting a piece for herself. After setting the piece down on a paper plate beside her, Pinkie picked up her cup full of punch and lifted it in the air to him.
“To being good friends…and welcome to Equestria, Optimus.”
She took a long sip of her punch. After that she began eating the cake. And Optimus just sat there, listening, waiting, and dying. It was not a silent night; however, Pinkie kept the conversation going, even past midnight.
Her laughter filled the barn, making it plainly obvious that there was nothing there but a party of one.