"Sneakie Pie"

by Vanilla Mocha


Chapter 2

The cakes sat outside of a psychologist's office.

"Are you sure about this guy?" Mrs. Cake asked, her mind revolving around the doctor that they had brought Pinkie in to see.

"He's supposed to be some kind of miracle worker; he solves the hardest of the hard cases, the sickest, most-" Mr. Cake was cut off by a scream from the office.

"STOP IT!" A voice yelled. It was very muffled, since the walls were extremely thick. However, the noises inside were still heard.

The door shot open, and the psychologist ran out. "What is wrong with your brains?!" He screamed, starting to run again.

"Well, if you didn't want to know about my childhood, you shouldn't have asked..." Pinkie replied quite calmly, her voice sounding confused.

Mrs. Cake sighed. "Let's go home, Pinks."


"That was kinda a waste of my time, you know. While I was at the doctor, Sneakie could've been up to something!" Pinkie said, walking into Sugarcube Corner.

"We're gonna help you through this. Just... go up to your room, and think on it." Mrs. Cake said with a smile.

"Alright." Pinkie sighed as she walked up the stairs.

After she had departed, Mrs. Cake said to her husband, "The doctor was our best shot- what are we gonna do now?"

"Well... there is a procedure I know how to do in which the connections of the prefrontal cords of the brain are severed-"

"Isn't that a lobotomy?"

"Meh. Ponies call it different things."

Pinkie was all the way up the stairs, and not paying any attention to the Cakes. She went to open her door, when she found that it was locked. Huh? She thought. She put her ear up to the door. The sound of a vacuum cleaner was audible. Pinkie squealed as she knew this was her chance to prove the Cakes wrong.

"I'm just saying that we need to help Pinkie." Mrs. Cake continued her discussion with Mr. Cake.

"I don't know, honey. It just looks like we've come to the end of the-"

Pinkie jumped off the stairs and landed right between the Cakes. "Come on; she's here! And be quiet!" She whispered.

"Okay, Pinkie. Show us this impostor." Mr. Cake said jokingly.

"Open my door- it's locked. You have the only key." She said, looking at Mrs. Cake.

The blue mare did as she was told, and when the door was open, Pinkie's room looked the same as it did about an hour ago.

"There's nopony here, Pinkie." Mr. Cake said, rolling his eyes.

"I- I heard a vacuum! And I know she was here..." Pinkie sighed, her mane deflating.

"Let's just go back downstairs." Mrs. Cake decided.

"Wait! You might think I'm crazy- but I'm not. I'll prove it to you!" Pinkie called from the upstairs hallway. "Sneakie! Show yourself!" She yelled into her bedroom. The Cakes stood on the stairs, exchanging glances.

Suddenly, a pink-furred earth-pony stepped out of Pinkie's room and into the hallway. "I told you- I'm not Sneakie, but Pinkie." Her voice teased.

"Sh-she is real!" Mrs. Cake whispered, motionless.

"What are you doing in my room?" Pinkie Pie questioned the fake.

"This is my bedroom now. Everything that you used to have- is mine. I'm Pinkie now... you're gonna have to find yourself a new identity."

"Why would anyone wanna be Pinkie?" Mr. Cake mumbled.

"Good question. I'm glad you asked that, Carrot Cake. By the way, you don't look as handsome as the pictures Pinkie drew of you in her diary." Sneakie said, pulling Pinkie's diary out from behind her.

"That wasn't Mr. Cake! That was... errumm... heh, heh... Cheese Sandwhich." Pinkie said, beginning to sweat. "WAIT A MINUTE! YOU'VE BEEN READING MY DIARY!?"

"And... who've you been drawing?" Mr. Cake asked, confused.

"You asked 'Why Pinkie?'... well, most ponies have a whole network of family close by that loves them very much, making it nearly impossible to steal their identity. But, Pinkie Pie, your family is back on a rock farm, right? Your friends didn't seem to notice me. In fact, no one did until you discovered me. Have a good day." The impostor finally answered the question, shutting and locking the door behind her.


"You've gotta admit... the impostor... Sneakie... chose their target well-" Mr. Cake began, getting a bed for Pinkie ready on his sofa.

"Ugh! I don't like this!" Pinkie said, covering her ears with her front hooves as she sat down.

"I'm sure this'll all work out." Mrs. Cake said, trying to stay positive.

"We've got to get Sneakie out of my room- out of my life! Literally! And I need to be preparing for court- but my paperwork is in the room!" Pinkie whined.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, the pink filly continued. "Mrs. Cake, can you promise me something?"

"Umm..."

"If they send me to the prison, promise me that you'll take care of Gummy."

"But... Sneakie has Gummy."

"Also kill Sneakie."

"I can't do that!"

"Yeah... my wife won't be seeing you in jail for committing any crimes." Mr. Cake commented.

More silence passed before Pinkie started up the conversation once again.

"Mr. Cake?"

'Yes, Pinkie Pie?"

"Do you still have your Nightmare Night costume from the year before last?"

"Yeah... why?"

"You'll see." Pinkie smirked.