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// 5: The Trip Home 
// Story: Somepony Lost 
// by ContagiousCreation 
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I travelled through the aisles, getting food and spices (I’ll have you know I’m a great cook); I grabbed a colouring book and some pencils for later. As I went to the clothes section for some blankets, I passed the toys aisle and noticed something very familiar on the shelves. I walked up to the shelf, inspecting the products very closely. This was clearly the girl’s side of the aisle. One of the characters was very similar to a certain scientifically impossible pet in my car. The figurine had large, pink, puffed up hair. Pink fur, big, blue eyes and an oversized head that was more rounded than it should be, and even the squished snout. The package read:

My Little Pony-Friendship Is Magic: Pinkie Pie 

Now, I had no idea if this here, ‘Pinkie Pie’ was related to my pony, but they sure did have a lot in common. Besides, I liked that name; I decided that was what I would call her. Another pony struck my eye, a large white one, with wavy hair of multiple colours. I made a mental note of her name.

I got back outside and quickly noticed it had started to rain while I was gone. I ran over to the car and loaded the goods into the back. I left the trolley by the shelter and dashed back. I pulled open the door and sat down quickly and started the engine, as I pulled out of my spot, I saw that Pinkie had cowered into the very corner of her chair, shaking and quivering in fear. I then closed the window and tried to comfort her. I pulled her in close; she was on my lap as I drove back home. She was breathing very heavily and shaking franticly. I petted her main and glided over her back.

“I’m scared, Daddy”

My face kind of scrunched at the word “Its Ok, it’s just rain. I’m here”
A crack of thunder shot across the sky as we drove through the wet streets

“What was that!?” Pinkie squealed in fright.

“It’s thunder, it won’t hurt us”

“Ok, I just want to go home”

I was impressed with her speaking skills. She looked up to me with very scared eyes and smiled slightly when she saw my face. I continued to pet her, and then we reached my drive. I tucked her into my jacket as much as I could, but she was fairly large. I unlocked the door and put her down in the hall, she scurried over to the lounge and I went to get the groceries. I quickly ran back in with 4 bags of shopping and slammed the door. 

I set them down on the side and pulled out the colouring book and pencils for her. She flicked open the page and happily went on, colouring and drawing lots of messy pictures with the pencil in her mouth. I went off and made 2 hot chocolates for us. We sat at the window side, watching the cars whoosh by and the drops glide down the pane. 
Pinkie was drawing lots of pictures of what I assumed was me and her, but there was always a purple pony doing things with her. The time she ran around the Christmas tree, when she was eating the cookies off the side, and some other things. She had recreated the memories perfectly but there was always this purple stallion with her instead of me. I could only assume that that was what she saw me as.

“Who’s this?” I pointed to the stallion on her drawing.

Her face went blank; she looked up at me with absolutely no expression on her face. I stared at her, waiting for a response. She then just shrugged and continued to draw. I sipped on my hot chocolate and went over to the couch to sit down. After a while, I finished my drink and checked on Pinkie. She was now colouring things that were actually in the book instead of her own. She yawned and got down form the counter to lie on the sofa. I joined her and we snoozed together.

Life was beginning to turn around for me; I really felt that Pinkie was making every moment happier for me. The questions from months ago echoed in my head.

What was she?

Where did she come from?

Why was she here?

Who does she belong to?

I had already figured out a name, but the others were still unanswered.