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// (21) 
// Story: Choose Your Own Adventure: Your Self Insert Asks Pinkie Pie for a Date 
// by Palm Palette 
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...a platter full of crunchy cinnamon sticks.

Pinkie sniffs at the air, taking in the potent aroma. “Mmm, that smells good.” She reaches down to grab one, but you hold up a hoof.

“Wait a minute, Pinkie. I have a neat trick that I want to show you.”

“Oh?”

You bite down on your tongue and wince as you pull forth your magic. It's a complex spell, but with some effort, you bring the cinnamon sticks to life. They immediately hop up in the shape of stick figures and start dancing.

“Aw, they look so cute.” Pinkie rests her head on her hooves as she watches them dance about. 

You can't help but smile with her. “Yep. That's my favorite spell. It's guaranteed to make any sort of food entertaining.”

Pinkie giggles and leans down to whisper to them, “Hey, can you do the pony foxtrot?”

The cinnamon figures bow before hopping around, kicking their legs out at random.

“D'aw, I don't think they know what means, but they're trying so hard! These are just the most adorable little things ever.”

“Yes, and they're quite tasty too.” You reach down and grab one by its head. It struggles futility as its legs dangle in the air. Popping it in your mouth, you bite down and its struggles cease as you chew it up. The explosion of concentrated cinnamon flavor nearly makes you sweat. This diner sure knows how to pack in a lot of flavor.

The other cinnamon figures flair around and run about wildly. They rush up to the edge of the table only to stop and balk at the drop. Pinkie's eyes widen and moisten with tears. “You ate one!?”

“Of course. They are still food.”

“But they're so tiny and cute and look at how they run around! If they had mouths, they'd be screaming!”

“That's the best part. I just love pantomiming as a giant predator. Go pounce on one. It's a lot more fun than it looks.”

“Uh...” Pinkie watches as two of them tie together napkins, forming a makeshift rope they can use to climb down from the table.

“You're letting them get away.”

“Look, I don't mind make-believe playing with my food. But making it real like that? I can't really bring myself to eat something cute.”

“Nonsense. They're still food.” You grab another one and shake it about before popping it your mouth. “Give it a shot; you'll love it.”

Pinkie winces and glances at the two cinnamon stick-figures making a bid for freedom. “Um, sure. Your wanton act of cruelty has totally convinced me to change my ways. She scoops up the two stick figures, but winks at them instead of eating them. “Uh oh, these look like they got a bit dirty from walking around the table. I'd better go wash them off.” She leaves, never to return.

You think you done goofed.

Go back.