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// Chapter III 
// Story: Quantum Pink 
// by DigiDuncan 
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	Minutes passed slow as molasses as Spike sat across from the slumbering Pinkie Pie, waiting for something to happen, quick to be triggered by any small movement. Yet nothing happened, and Spike sat and waited. He could hear fumbling in the upstairs room as Twilight got supplies to properly deal with the situation; a blanket, pillow, a stuffed cow Twilight found in the back of her closet.
Twilight came down the stairs to see Pinkie lying in the same position she had been for quite some time, and Spike, unblinkingly, intensely watching Pinkie for any signs of trouble.
“Good, she’s still asleep,” remarked Twilight. She lifted the blanket with her telekinesis, straightening the fabric in mid-air, before gingerly placing it on Pinkie’s napping form. She reacted minutely to the cloth being placed on her fur, but was still in the land of dreams. Twilight carefully lifted Pinkie’s head, and placed the pillow under it, and the cow toy next to her.
“Hopefully,” whispered Twilight to Spike, “she'll sleep through the night.”
“Do you need me to keep watch?” asked Spike, as he yawned an audible yawn.
“I think she'll be fine until morning,” replied Twilight. “I have some special preparations to ensure nothing goes amiss.” Spike believed her blatant falsity.
The next morning, Pinkie Pie woke up to find herself more comfortable than she remembered. Looking around the room, she deduced that she was indeed on the sofa, it was morning, the other residents of the home were still sleeping, and she had previously been snuggling with a stuffed cow. This made her giggle initially, but she caught herself as to not disturb Twilight and Spike, who had obviously taken great care of her the night previous, and most likely needed the rest.
And then she noticed most likely the most important thing about her situation: the side of her body was no longer goo. This pleased her immensely, and she hopped up of the sofa to trot around, feeling free, finally, to move by his own volition. Her stomach rumbled, and she began to walk toward the kitchen, when she saw a note on the kitchen door.
She read the note aloud.
“Pinkie Pie, a lot happened last night that I can’t write down here. We'll talk about it in the morning. If you are awake before Spike and I, make yourself some breakfast and watch TV or something until we get up. It was a long night. Signed, Twilight.”
“Okey dokey lokey!” She said to herself in the quietest way one can shout the phrase ‘okey dokey lokey’, and headed off to the kitchen to see what was available. In the kitchen, she found a box of cereal, some various rolls and muffins, but none of this appealed to Pinkie Pie. She looked at the time, and saw it was 6AM.
“Twily and Spike won't be up for a while… I'll make all of us breakfast!” And like that, her brain was in autopilot, prepared to make a delicious batch of waffles. She made a batch. And then another batch. And another, and another, Pinkie Pie couldn't help herself from cooking more and more.
Twilight Sparkle woke up at 9AM to hear commotion in the kitchen. Upon opening the door, she was shocked to see nearly every available surface; the table, the counters, the windowsill; covered in stacks and stacks of homemade Belgian waffles.
“Pinkie Pie, what are you doing?!” demanded Twilight.
But Pinkie was in a trance, seemingly in her own world, where her only goal seemed to be filling Twilight’s house with as many waffles as she could muster.
Twilight had to put an end to this. She ran up to Pinkie Pie and tackled her to the ground. Suddenly, she seemed to snap out of her delusions.
“Where am I? What happened? I was going to make some waffles for breakfast and…” Pinkie looked around the room, and the mountains of waffles contained in it. “…it looks like I… did?”