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// Code Grey: Irony [part 2] 
// Story: The Elements of a Good Joke 
// by ArtichokeLust 
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Pinkie here! :D

Sorry, Twilight said I should break the chapter up. So, to get you ponies back up to speed, the next part is about the heart warming tale of how Twilight and I came to understand each other even better after an amazing sleepover, and it even fixed Twilight's... um... her 'sickness'. Yeah, let's go with that.

3. Situational Irony




Now, situational irony is where you've been led to expect one thing to happen, but the exact opposite thing happens. Like, you might have been expecting this book to improve your understanding of what situational irony was, but instead, the book fell and hit you on the head, destroying all of your previous understanding of irony. But don't worry, this book probably won't be that heavy. At least, I hope it wont be.

Now, as you know, this next example is gonna be all about my sleepover with Twilight. Unfortunately, it starts out as a bit of a downer. 

Even though I hate to admit it, I was feeling a bit bitter for the past few days, and I honestly didn't know how she was feeling, but I got the feeling that she wasn't feeling so good either, so a sleepover was probably the best idea to remove all those not-good feelings. Luckily, it turned out great! It had food, sleeping, overing?, food, pillows, and food. Oh, and Spike was there too.









I tried to calm my racing heart as I stood at the door to Twilight's castle. This all started with a book that I hoped would help make ponies make better jokes, and I'm probably the most certified pony in Ponyville to write such a book... but instead, it only lead to heartache. Every time I tried to tell Twilight a joke to lighten things up, it would just backfire and she would take it too seriously and—

No, I can't blame Twilight. I doubted my friends once before, and all that got me was a party with inanimate objects when I should've been celebrating my birthday. It was obvious that I struck something personal with Twilight, and it seemed that making jokes wouldn't work, so I had to try something else.

That was why I was standing in front of Twilight's door, ready to seriously ask if I could sleep over. Despite the fact that it didn't seem likely at the moment, it was all I had, and I needed something that wasn't a joke. Heck, if this were almost any other pony, I probably would've given up by now.

I know I ran after Cranky and tried to gain his forgiveness for a few hours after he said he would never forgive me, but this had been going on for several days now, and it was getting more than exhausting. Every time I saw Twilight, we would hang out, everything would be nice, and then I would let out some joke, and Twilight would just shake her head and leave.

Well, here's hoping that this time things would be different.



I knocked on the door three times and waited. I wanted to bolt when I heard Twilight scrambling down the stairs, just so I could save myself from whatever heartache this meeting would cause, but I didn't. Instead, I bolted myself to the floor until Twilight answered. Figuratively, of course.

"Fluttersh—" Twilight paused when she saw me. "I mean... Pinkie Pie," she sighed out my name.

I stared back at her. I didn't know what to say.

"So, what brings you here?" She asked.

"I—" I started, but I found it hard to finish my sentence. So I forced myself. I drew in a breath of air, readying myself to quickly give my short request... And eventually, I said it, "I know you don't forgive me and I've been making some mean jokes even though I didn't mean them to be mean but that's my fault and not yours and now I've been such a meanie pants that you're staying away from me and friends don't stay away from friends and I thought maybe instead of making mean meanie pants jokes I could do the opposite of jokes and be all serious-pants and have a totally fun time not hurting your feelings and then we could be friends again."

I felt a hoof on my chin. I didn't notice when it happened, but sometime while I was talking I moved my gaze to the floor and closed my eyes as a few tears tried to slip out.

"Pinkie," Twilight smiled sympathetically. "I never stopped being friends with you."

"Really?" I asked, hopeful. "But then, why did you leave whenever you were in a group with me? And why did you make me leave the library-castle whenever it wasn't specifically for getting a book?"

Twilight sighed again. "Come inside," she said.

Once inside, I noticed there were a few comfortable looking chairs sitting around a table that wasn't the map of friendship, so I hopped up on one. Twilight hopped up on top of another.

"Pinkie," Twilight said, "you said a lot of things that I didn't find particularly funny."

I nodded.

"I mean—"Twilight pouted"—first, you said one of my favorite grammarians couldn't read. It might've been funny at the time because of how absurd that statement was, but that was terrible timing. And then in the following days you just wouldn't leave the topic alone. You kept on making snide remarks about my grammar and pointing out whenever I ended a sentence with a preposition. It got really annoying, Pinkie, and hurtful too." She finished her rant and glared back at me, but her gaze quickly softened.

I hung my head in shame. "I know," I said, "I'm sorry."

We just sat like that in silence for a few seconds. Those were probably the least fun few seconds of my life.

"So," Twilight finally spoke, "what was it you wanted to do?"

I allowed myself a small smile as I looked up at Twilight. "How about a sleepover?"

Twilight smiled. "That sounds— That sounds nice."

Twilight turned around, as if looking for something. But what would she be looking for? A book on sleepovers? That would explain why she was now levitating a book down. 

"So," she asked as she flipped the book open, "what sleepover activity should we do first?"

Wait a minute... I recognized that book!

"Wha, Huh!?" I pointed, shocked out of my depression. "You got the sleepover book?"

"Yup." Twilight nodded. "It made my first sleepover a success, so why not this one?"

I shrugged, then zoomed over beside her. "So, what's it say?"

Twilight giggled. "Well, I was thinking we could read some books together, or try truth or dare, or maybe even a pillow fight."

"A pillow fight!" I gasped. "Ooh! That's perfect!" I grinned and rubbed my hooves together. "A pillow fight first to get rid of stress, then a friendly truth or dare, and then we can read books together before bed!"

Twilight opened her mouth. "That... actually doesn't sound that bad."

So, having agreed on the plan for the 'Pinkie is reeealy sorry' sleepover/party, Twilight made her horn all glowy. The tables and chairs popped out of existence, and then I heard something unlatch upstairs, and a bunch of pillow floated down. And when I say a bunch of pillows, I mean like, a whole mountain of pillows, each the size of a pony, floated down in between us.

I grinned, remembering one of the reasons why I liked Twilight so much. 

"So," I said, dashing to pick up a pillow as I did so, "you think you can defeat Pinkie, ring-master of pillow fights, in a pillow fight, just because you have a home advantage? Well I hope you like—" Just then, a pillow blindsided me and sent me bouncing several feet.

"Oh my gosh, Pinkie!" Twilight gasped. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to throw it that hard!"

I flipped back up once she finished her sentence. 

"Lucky shot." I spat.

I zipped over to the pile, picked up one pillow in my mouth, and threw it high into the air. Then I picked up another and threw it off to the side so it would bounce off the wall.

Twilight saw the pillow flying over the huge pile and caught it in her magic. She sneered, "You'll have to do better than tha—" The other pillow had already rebounded off the wall and blindsided her. 

"Oof!" she coughed out as she was sent careening into a nearby bookshelf. The books almost came down on  her, but she lit up her horn and pushed them back just in time.

"Oops!" I put my hoof over my mouth. I still had trouble hiding the small grin that came with the victory. "Should I hold back some?"

In response, Twilight only lit up her horn once more. A purple shield formed over all of the bookshelves. 

"Nope," Twilight said, "feel free to go all out..." She looked at the pile. "But first..."

Twilight levitated each pillow into the air, ordering them into small pillars all over the room, forming a proper battlefield. 

Now, she was slightly exhausted from handling each pillow independently, but then again, she said I couldn't hold back... 

I hopped up and kicked the top pillow from the pile in front of me with all the force and speed I could muster. The meteor of a pillow shot over to the place where I remembered Twilight was at, but I never heard the 'Oof!' of a hit, just a popping sound from the pillows and a smashing and crackling sound from the shield around us.

"Hah!" Twilight shouted. "I can teleport, remember? You're gonna have to step out from behind your cover and look if you want to hit me."

So this really was no holding back then. But if Twilight was able to use the full extent of her magic in this fight, then two could play at that game.

"Okay!" I said cheerfully as I calmly bounced out from behind my pillar of pillows. Across the library, I saw Twilight doing a double take as she watched me now calmly standing in the middle of the library, several steps away from all of my defenses. 

But after that moment of hesitation, she shrugged, levitated up a pillow, pulled back, and blasted it directly at me.

The pillow only met with a pink afterimage before it smashed against the floor, producing several cracks. I was already back behind my defences, readying my attack.

However, knowing Twilight, she would have already teleported somewhere else by now. Heck, she could even be right behind me right now.

I turned around and all I saw was a pillow rapidly approaching my face, but I had just enough time to duck so that the pillow only singed my mane.

"Lucky." Twilight smirked.

I grinned back at her. "Luck has nothing to do with it—"I hopped up and kicked over a pillar of pillows, but Twilight was already gone"—It's all just pure, raw skill," I called out so she would hear me no matter where she went. 

The next thing I knew, I was hearing some strange twinkling sound above me. When I looked up, I saw several pillows homing into me from the air, even as I darted around the room, as if they were Pinkie-seeking missiles. Eventually, I just picked up a few pillows and flung them back at the missiles. It was kind of pretty when the 'missiles' exploded into feathers in mid-air. 

Now, since Twilight knew my exact position, I ran somewhere else as quickly as I could manage.

"Hah!" Twilight exclaimed, "got— don't gotcha."

I only had a small window of time before Twilight would find me again, and all of my attacks were missing, so I needed to do something drastic. That teleporting ability of hers was tough to beat though.

Well, if she could always teleport to safety, then I would just have to make it so there was no safety to teleport to.

I darted between every pillar of pillows on Twilight's side and flung them into the air with my muzzle. In a matter of seconds, there were no more pillars of pillows on my side, but there was a blanket of pillows in the air.

Seeing this, Twilight levitated her own hoard of pillows, ready to bring them down on me like cannonballs. But I was ready. As she shot all her pillow toward me, I dodged them one by one. There were no sounds of pillow against Pinkie, only pillow against ground, and also the sounds of shards of crystal and shield coming off whenever the pillows hit the ground or the walls.

Twilight soon realized that she was running out of time, and before the blanket of pillows came down from above, she levitated her remaining pillows around to form a small igloo around her. 

As the pillows fell down, I jumped up and caught one, but watched as the rest rolled harmlessly over Twilight's igloo. 

I zipped over to the igloo, ready to smash it with the pillow I held in my teeth, but then I noticed it had a back entrance. Seeing it, I think I remembered reading somewhere that unicorns could only teleport if they could concentrate on their destination. 

I looked back just in time to see Twilight panting and levitating a pillow above me. I rolled to the side as Twilight thrust downwards with the pillow, causing several chunks of crystal to fly from the ground, but still no hits on Pinkie...



And so it was: in the castle of friendship, owned by the princess of friendship, and between two best friends, a battle reigned. A battle that was both terrible and great left scars on the earth and the walls around it. It might have been the most violent, destructive battle in recent Equestrian history, and it was happening in the place most ponies would least expect.

And spike was making sandwiches in the next room.

"Hey!" Spike walked out of the kitchen with a smile, catching the attention of both brawlers, "I made sandwiches!"

Twilight and I turned our attention away from the brawl and towards Spike, and then we did see the stack of sandwiches the great Spike the Brave and Glorious was balancing. And, as his namesake suggests, it was glorious.

"Huh," he said, "I thought with all that noise that there would be more ponies." He shrugged. "Well, I guess I'll just have to throw—"

"No!" Twilight and I screamed in unison. 

I hadn't worked that hard in a long time, and I bet Twilight was feeling pretty hungry too. It might have been enough sandwiches for twenty ponies, but we felt like we could eat that much.

"Oh, okay then." Spike shrugged again and walked back into the kitchen. Once there, he laid the sandwiches down on three plates as we tried not to salivate. 

When he finished dividing them up, I noticed that while Twilight and I had nine sandwiches each, he only had two. Surely there was no more benevolent a creature than Spike.

And Spike, great as he was, did start to speak. Many would have shaved their manes to hear just one word of his infinite wisdom, but, cursed as I am by my insatiable desires, I did not hear him. No, in that moment, I only knew of the infinite temptation that was 'sandwich'. 

"Are you sure about this?" He asked. "I don't think you can eat—"

I unfurled my tongue and ensnared all nine of the sandwiches, right before swallowing them whole.

"—that many..." Spike stared at my empty plate. "Whoa. I guess I forgot who I was talking to."

Meanwhile, Twilight was voraciously chomping down on her second sandwich, and then her third, and then her fourth. It looked like she built up an appetite as well.

Spike the Glorious stared at his sister as if she had grown a second head.

"So," I said, sitting back and patting my tummy, "draw on the pillow fight, I guess."

Twilight looked up from her sandwiches. "Uh, sure!" Twilight smiled cheerfully at me for the first time in several days.

Well, I'm not really sure that she heard me, but it was still pretty great to see that smile. Besides, if she had heard me, then she probably would've calculated the score and found that I won, and then she would've been sad, kind of like how Rainbow Dash gets sad when she loses.

But now wasn't the time to be thinking of sad ponies. Now was the time to be basking in the glory that was Twilight's hard won smile.