Twilight Sparkle yawned as she trotted into the library of her new castle, a mug of coffee floating alongside her. She had nothing scheduled for today except a nice day of research and reviewing a few papers for Princess Celestia later.
She settled down into her favourite cushion, and was just about to start reading when an impossibly loud voice began to speak.
“Bow down before your overlord, puny ponies! Until you all accept my rule, I won’t let any of you rest.”
Twilight sighed, and put her book down, drained her mug of coffee, and headed for the door.
“Until my demands are met,” continued the amplified voice, “you will not see an ounce of fun. I will watch you all the time to make sure that you are complying with the approved way of life.”
Once she was outside, Twilight pushed through the small crowd of ponies that was forming.
“Don’t worry, everypony. I’ll get this taken care of as soon as I can. Just go home, and stay safe in the mean time. There’s no telling how difficult this may be.”
As soon as Twilight cleared the main body of the crowd, Rainbow Dash swooped down, hovering just behind Twilight.
“Rainbow, can you do a sweep of the town? Make sure that nothing unpleasant has been set up?”
“Got it!” said Rainbow, rushing off. As Twilight continued to trot through the town, she occasionally paused and covered her ears to protect her hearing from the amplified voice, as well as to reassure a few ponies that everything would be fixed as soon as possible.
Eventually, she came to her destination, and pushed open the door to Sugarcube Corner.
“Oh, Twilight,” said Cup Cake, breathing a sigh of relief, “I’m so glad that you’re here. I presume that you’re here to deal with her?”
“Yes, Mrs Cake,” said Twilight, “she’s in her room?”
At Cup Cake’s nod, Twilight Sparkle headed through to the back area, and from there, upstairs to Pinkie Pie’s room.
Twilight didn’t knock. She simply pushed the door open, and found Pinkie Pie pacing around her room, muttering to herself, and her giant megaphone sticking out of the window.
“Pinkie, you can’t hold the town hostage,” said Twilight
“Can’t I? Can’t I, Twilight?” said Pinkie, her eyes wide and red from lack of sleep, and her mane more unruly than it usually was. “I think I can, Twilight. I am! And until I get what I want, I’ll keep doing it!”
Twilight sighed.
“Pinkie, you’re on a diet for a reason. The doctors told you this. You can’t just live on sugar, Pinkie.”
“I can feel the blood in my veins, Twilight! There’s blood in my sugar veins! This is a terrible thing! And the only way to fix it is more sugar!”
Twilight stuck her head out of Pinkie’s window, and whistled down Rainbow Dash and a few other pegasi, who carried off Pinkie’s giant megaphone. Twilight then shut and locked the window, carried Pinkie Pie up to bed. With a quick relaxation spell, Pinkie was soon snoring, and Twilight took her leave.
“Is she going to be okay?” asked Cup Cake, as Twilight entered the main shop floor of Sugarcube Corner.
“She’ll be fine, Mrs Cake. She’s just detoxing right now. Don’t let her near anything that makes noise for a while, though. Or let her eat the day-old cupcakes. Or anything with significant amounts of sugar.”
Cup Cake nodded, and Twilight stepped back outside.
“Don’t worry, it’s all over,” she called, as she headed back to her castle. Ponyville breathed a sigh of relief.