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// Chapter VIII 
// Story: Quantum Pink 
// by DigiDuncan 
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	Twilight began to walk towards Pinkie, cautiously. For all she knew, her kidney could be a nuclear fission reactor and it wouldn't be the weirdest thing to have had happen to the poor pony. As she got closer, however, she saw Pinkie Pie sitting in the grass calmly, gawking over her extravagant meal in front of her. Twilight had had every intention of confronting Pinkie on her methods of controlling the power, but as she made the short to walk to Pinkie, changed her mind. Pinkie Pie had gone through enough today; the best idea was probably just get her home.
"... and then I just kinda said 'I don't have any vanilla icing, I only have buttercream today' and she started saying she was going to call my manager, but I'm my manager! So I —" Pinkie noticed Twilight beside her. "Oh hi Twilight! I was just telling Rainbow this hilarious story from the store a few days back. So, this green mare walks in wearing a trilby..."
"Pinkie, can we talk about this story later? We need to get you home," Twilight said with a mix of exhaustion and relief that Pinkie was seemingly herself.
"I know how to get to my own house, Twi."
"Actually, I was going to recommend you stay at my house for a night or two. Just to make sure this is under control?"
"Oh, yeah. I keep forgetting about this thing. I'm kinda getting... used to it, I guess."
"Well maybe that'll be the first step to controlling it," Twilight said, not knowing how true that statement actually was. "I already set up a place for you in the guest room."
"Okie dokie then!" Pinkie said happily. To be honest, her house got kinda lonely sometimes. It was nice to be able to spend more time with Twilight. "Can I sleep with the stuffed cow again?"
"Sure, Pinkie," said Twilight, giggling.
"Do you guys need any help?" asked Rainbow Dash.
"I don't think so," said Twilight honestly. "I think I have things more under control now that I know to what extent of madness I'm dealing with here. I've actually set up some extra precautions to the library while I was repairing it.
"As opposed to the fake precautions you made earlier?" inquired Spike, who was standing next to Twilight.
"When did you get here?" asked Twilight to her dragon assistant.
"I started walking here after some of your 'repairs' nearly made it rain sawdust in the kitchen," stated Spike, slightly miffed.
"I probably should have warned you about those," admitted Twilight.
"Yeah, maybe."
"Alright Pinkie, you up for a little teleportation?" asked Twilight, gesturing Pinkie to come closer. After Pinkie stood facing Twilight, Spike hopped on Twilight's back, and an aura encapsulated the three, emanating from Twilight's horn. In a flash, they were gone.
"Ah don't think Twilight knows what she's in for," remarked Applejack to Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash shook her head. Fluttershy whimpered worriedly.



Twilight, Pinkie Pie, and Spike appeared in the front yard of the treehouse. Twilight had done remarkable repairs to the home, and then some. The outside was completely un-smashed, and looked like new again. They walked in the front door. The inside was clean as a showroom, with everything back in it's place and back to the way it was, minus a fridge full of waffles. Somehow, Twilight had managed to construct a guest room above the kitchen on the second floor, which Spike could have sworn wasn't there an hour and a half ago. The laboratory was fully restored, and even appeared to be equipped with some new machinery. This worried Spike slightly.
"Pinkie, you go up to the guest room and get settled. Do you need anything from your house?" Twilight said to Pinkie.
"Nope! I'm good," replied Pinkie. She trotted up the staircase.
"When did we get a guest room?" Spike asked Twilight.
"About an hour ago. I've been learning some construction spells," Twilight said with a hint of brag in her voice. Spike sighed. This was his normal at this point, he may as well roll with it. "Not only that, but I've equipped the guest room with a magical alarm system. If anything out of the ordinary happens in that room, I'll know."
A small explosion could be heard from upstairs.
"Like that?" asked Spike.
Twilight rushed up the stairs, mumbling to herself. "I swear that alarm was fool-proof..." As she opened the door to the guest room, what she saw didn't surprise her. Pinkie stood in the middle of room, herself and everything else covered in ash and smoke, the bedspread on fire slightly, and the contents of the chest-of-drawers spilled onto the floor from the shock of the blast.
"Twilight, I exploded," Pinkie said with a calm tone that said, "This is normal to me now."
"Yeah, I see that." Twilight pointed her horn at the bed, and upon casting a spell, white fire extinguishing foam released from it, putting out the crackling flame.
"Sorry?"