Twilight Sparkle sat in her hoof-chair cradling a book entitled 'Compendium of Magical Hexes Volume XIV' by her fireplace late into the evening. Well, evening may have been the wrong word, as a glance at the clock above her mantelpiece revealed the time to be roughly one in the morning. Spike lay upstairs in his bed, sound asleep, unaware of any of the goings-on underneath him. Unbeknownst to either of the residents, a presence lurked towards the abode.
Pinkie Pie was a very special Earth pony. She, like all of her best friends, possessed the ability to channel one of the Elements of Harmony, six unique auras which maintained balance throughout Equestria. Pinkie’s Element was Laughter, and as of such, she was the go-to pony in Ponyville for all things party and fun. But every now and then, Pinkie Pie had some strange abilities even Twilight couldn’t fully explain. For one, she seemed to possess some sort of future-telling of immediate and spontaneous events, which she referred to as her ‘Pinkie Sense’. But strangest of all, she seemed to be able to manipulate the world around her in specific moments to her will, a phenomena Twilight, after much research, dubbed ‘breaking the fourth wall’. As far as Twilight knew, Pinkie Pie was the only Earth pony capable of harnessing these powers.
A pink hoof extended towards the door attached to the treehouse-library in which Twilight resided. Hesitantly. Pinkie Pie began knocking on the door.
“Who’s that rapping at my chamber door?” inquired Twilight Sparkle, giggling at herself over the literary reference. She placed her book on her end table after placing a bookmark in her current location in the novel, and rose from her plush chair, and began trotting towards the front door. She opened the door and immediately Pinkie began blurting out.
“Twilight help me I think I’m dying!” she frantically exclaimed.
Twilight Sparkle was understandably taken aback, and she pressed on for further information.
“Can you please explain?”
“Well, it seems that I’ve randomly been–”
And suddenly she was cut off by an event neither expected by Twilight Sparkle nor anticipated by Pinkie herself. Pinkie Pie spontaneously appeared ten feet in the air, upside down, hovering.
Pinkie continued her sentence. “–glitching out?” she said unknowingly, as that was the best word she could come up with for the various outbursts that ailed her. She returned to her proper position.
“Come in… carefully,” Instructed Twilight, becoming more curious by the minute. Who could have caused this? What was the ‘this’ that was caused in the first place? How did Pinkie manage to get even more confusing? All these questions and more would have to be solved soon – for Pinkie’s sake.
Pinkie Pie, taking Twilight’s instructions to heart in her Amelia Bedelia-esque fashion, began tip-toeing in to the foyer. As she did so, high-octave piano keys sounded with every step. Twilight had come to terms with this much quicker than she may have usually, given what she had seen earlier.
“Do you want anything to drink?” inquired Twilight, trying to direct Pinkie’s concentration away from the potentially perilous situation at hand.
“Ginger ale?”
“Sure… diet ginger ale,”
Twilight began to walk into the kitchen and get two glasses, when she second-guessed herself, and grabbed plastic disposable cups instead. She placed some ice cubes in the glasses and opened the ginger ale bottle. A soft release of carbon dioxide escaped the vessel. Just as Twilight was about to begin pouring, a shout was heard from the living room. Twilight dashed into the room to see Pinkie Pie standing in the center of it, panicking, trotting around in circles. With all her frantic movement, it was hard to see the problem at first, but upon closer inspection, it became obvious. Pinkie Pie had eight legs. At that moment, Twilight shared the same feeling of panic as her pink friend. Pinkie began to take deep breaths, but not exactly in what one would consider a relaxing manner, though obviously trying. After roughly thirty seconds, she gained composure enough to remark to Twilight.
“This is going to take some getting used to, isn't it.”
Twilight, however was certainly not done panicking. While Pinkie began stumbling around the room, attempting to utilize her newfound appendages, to unsurprisingly no avail, Twilight ran upstairs to get her faithful, trustworthy assistant, Spike the dragon.
Twilight’s faithful, trustworthy assistant was in all actuality in a deep sleep, unaware of the world around him. Twilight pondered to herself what would happen if an actual burglar were to attempt to intrude. She grabbed the dragon by the arms and shook him awake.
“E-e-emeralds?” the sleepy Spike spoke, trying to grab at the air in an attempt to procure the nonexistent gems of his dreams.
“Spike, we have an emergency! Go get me that copy of ‘Magical Medical Mysteries’, and hurry!” pressured Twilight. The obvious fear in her voice alerted Spike to the fact he may want to get moving. He ran down the stairs, and Twilight trailed swiftly behind. As Spike began searching through the tomes, Twilight looked over towards Pinkie. And instantly she was appalled. Pinkie Pie leg count seemed to have normalized, but her eye count had certainly not. In fact, it seemed to have halved, leaving her a pony Cyclops.
Pinkie began complaining to Twilight. “My legs are back to normal, but I can’t see out my right eye!”
Twilight reluctantly explained, “Pinkie… you don't have a right eye.”
At this, Pinkie Pie collapsed. And the worst was yet to come. Forming around the area in which Pinkie lie was a shiny pink ooze. Pinkie Pie was melting like a raspberry ice cream cone. Twilight Sparkle, reacting quickly, fired up her horn and fired an ice beam directly at Pinkie Pie, encasing her in a layer of ice, then another beam, this time sealing the pony popsicle in a translucent purple encasing.
“Can she survive like that!?” asked Spike worriedly.
“This is the best I have right now, Spike!” retorted the distressed alicorn. “Let’s just hope the theory of cryogenics holds up…” she said, but hope was obviously fading from her voice. “Where’s that book?”