I Found Love: Pinkie and Cheese

by MLP Fangirl


By Her Side

Cheese Sandwich tossed and turned in his bed, unable to fall asleep due to the many thoughts invading his mind. Pinkie Pie had fallen into an eerie state of depression, one he had never come into contact with.

What couldn't Pinkie tell him and why? What had caused her to fall so low into the dumps? What could make a cheerful smile shine across her pretty pink face again?

Cheese had heard from Princess Twilight that her's and her friends' attempts to get her to talk had proven to be unsuccessful. Cheese had at least been able to get her to speak. When he had visited her, he could sense there was some happiness deep inside her that just begged to be released, but, for reasons unknown, it couldn't.

If Cheese was going to help Pinkie like he promised, he would have to get more information. She had talked to him before, and he knew she would do it again. He knew what he had to do.

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Twilight and Spike were in the dining room, eating breakfast. Spike was chowing down on a bowl of oats and gems, while Twilight poked her plate of half-eaten grass pancakes.

Spike took a minute to rest after quickly inhaling his food. He looked over at Twilight, whose head was down as she mindlessly poked at her pancakes.

"Aren't you hungry, Twi? I made them the way you like them."

Twilight looked up somewhat startled but managed to recollect herself. "Oh, it's nothing, Spike. The pancakes are fine. It's just that..." she sighed woefully, "I'm just thinking about the times Pinkie Pie would randomly pop out of nowhere and surprise me." She gave a sad sideways glance towards Spike. "I kinda miss that."

Spike's eyes softened as he thought about the pink earth pony. He nodded, "I know. I miss her, too. Can't wait for this whole thing to be fixed."

"If it's fixed," Twilight hung her head, not feeling hungry anymore.

"It will be."

Twilight and Spike turned their heads at the new voice that had entered the room. Cheese Sandwich was standing in the doorway, bearing a firm expression on his muzzle.

"Cheese? How long have you been up?" Twilight asked, not having woken him up.

Cheese waved the question off, "Since one, doesn't matter. What does matter is that I have a plan."

Twilight's ears stood at full attention, "A plan? To help Pinkie? That's great! What is it?"

Cheese walked over to the grand dining table and grabbed an apple, "It's quite simple. I'll go visit her." He took a bite out of the red fruit, licking his lips at its sweetness.

Twilight and Spike looked at each other. "Uh, hate to be the bearer of the obvious, Cheese, but uh, didn't you already, y'know, try that?" Spike cocked an eyebrow.

Cheese smiled at the dragon's naivety, "You didn't let me finish. I'm going to visit her and stay with her until she's back to normal."

Twilight lifted her eyes as she took in his idea. "You're going to stay with her? I'm not sure that's the best idea given her current state."

Cheese furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't care if she doesn't want me there. Pinkie Pie needs help. And I feel I'm the only one who can give it. No offense to you, Princess. But, she's been more open to be than she has been to the rest of you. I'm going to help her, and I believe this is the best option."

He galloped towards the door, preparing to leave.

"Wait."

Cheese turned back to Twilight. "Yes?"

Twilight gave a shaky nod, "If you think this is best, then go for it. But, please, keep us posted. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

Cheese nodded in return, "I will, Princess, and don't worry. I'll make Pinkie smile again." With that, he trotted out of the room.

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Cheese arrived at Sugarcube Corner. He took a deep breath before entering. Upon entering, he noticed Mr. Cake sweeping the floor while Mrs. Cake could be heard doing something in the kitchen.

Mr. Cake looked up at Cheese Sandwich, "Oh, Cheese Sandwich. Good morning. We weren't expecting any customers this early."

Cheese shook his head, "I'm not here to buy anything. I'm here to-" He stopped mid-sentence upon smelling the freshly baked chocolate-oat cookies being brought out on a tray by Mrs. Cake.

"Oh, hello, dearie. Good morning to ya. Care to try one? We just changed the recipe, " Mrs. Cake picked up a cookie from off the platter and offered it to Cheese Sandwich.

Cheese perked up, "Well, since you're offering. I'd never turn down such an offer. Thanks much, ma'am." Cheese took the cookie and popped it in his mouth, savoring the chocolate-y goodness.

"Well?" Mrs. Cake smiled.

Cheese licked his lips, "Scrumdelicious! Those are going to be some hot sellers."

Mrs. Cake closed her eyes in delight, "That's good to here." A sudden crash came from the kitchen, followed by childish giggling. Mrs. Cake groaned and turned to her husband.

"I'm on in, honeybun." Mr. Cake dashed into the kitchen to fix another mess caused by his two rambunctious children.

"Sorry about that. Is there anything else you wanted?" Mrs. Cake turned back to Cheese Sandwich, who was merely standing by, waiting patiently.

Cheese straightened up, remembering his task. "Oh, right! I'm here to visit Pinkie."

Mrs. Cake noticeably deflated at the mention of her name. She sighed, "Are you sure about that?"

Cheese nodded firmly, "Very sure, Mrs. Cake. That mare needs my help. I won't leave until I find out what's wrong."

Mrs. Cake smiled sadly, "Now, I know what she means. Very well. She's on her bed. Best of luck to you, Cheese. Please, try to bring back Pinkie."

Cheese saluted with his hoof, "Will do." He headed towards the staircase, stopping by the platter of cookies on the counter. "Mind if I take up a few for her?"

Mrs. Cake simply shook her head.

Cheese then grabbed a hoof full of cookies and proceeded up the flight of steps.

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Cheese entered Pinkie's room, feeling knocking would benefit him nothing. The room was still shrouded in darkness, nothing having changed from his previous visit.

Cheese looked at the bed, and saw to his relief, Pinkie sitting up, but facing away from him. He walked over to a nearby window and grabbed the curtain.

Pinkie continued staring at the wall, her eyes transfixed as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. She sighed quietly. Her attention was cut off as the room became noticeably brighter.

"It's kind of hard to see without any light, isn't, Pinkie?"

Pinkie turned her head and found herself facing the stallion that had visited her yesterday. Now, that the room was illuminated she could see him clearly. A smile adorned his face as he looked at her. His eyes full of life and happiness.

Pinkie could feel her spirits lifting before suddenly being pulled back down. She glared at him, "Didn't I tell you to leave me alone? I would've thought once would be enough to keep you away."

Cheese shook his head, "Nothing can keep me away for long, Pinkamena. Especially from a good friend who needs my help." He walked towards the bed.

Pinkie shuffled away from him, but she stopped before reaching the edge.

Cheese walked around the bed and placed his hooves on her shoulders, gently pulling her off of her bed. "You have been in this bed far too long, young filly. It's high time you got up and walked."

Pinkie tried to resist but allowed him to pull her off. She placed her four hooves down on the floor, wobbling slightly due to her prolonged inactivity.

"It's okay. Just let it come back." Cheese let her go as she stood by herself.

Pinkie looked at the stallion next to her. She was standing for the first time in days. He had actually managed to get her to move. "Cheese, I...thank you."

Cheese smiled at her, "You're welcome, Pinkie." Cheese was feeling quite pleased with the progress he was making.

Pinkie walked a few feet away from but kept her eyes on him, "So, why'd you come back?"

Cheese stared at her for awhile before responding. He walked over to her, placing a hoof on her shoulder. Pinkie looked up at the confident stallion.

"Why'd I come back, you ask? Well," he chuckled, "I think that answer is rather obvious. I'm your friend." Pinkie's full attention was focused on the party pony as he spoke.

Cheese smiled at her, "I don't know what has made you so sad. But, I do know this. I am going to help you, Pinkie. You need it, and I'm going to give it. You can yell at me all you want, but I am not leaving this town until I see a smile on your face. We're party ponies, Pinkie. It's our job to make other ponies smile. You can't very well do that if you yourself aren't smiling." Cheese poked her nose, causing her to flinch.

Pinkie's eyes were beginning to tear up. She knew what he was saying was right. She wanted to make ponies smile again. Truly. She wanted to smile, too. But...she also knew that right now, she couldn't.

Pinkie began to lightly sob, "Cheese, please. I need your help."

Cheese Sandwich pulled her into an affectionate hug, wrapping his hooves around the depressed mare. "I'll help you, Pinkie. Mark my words."

As Cheese and Pinkie hugged, unbeknownst to them, Pinkie Pie's coat began to regain its original color, a sign that things were looking upward.