Chapter 6: Pinkie Pie
The next morning, Applebloom arrived early to the shop, entering in to see Morning Star trotting in place. His golden mane seemed to bounce as he was moving. The twin tales of his black coat also were moving about. His face had a happy and eager expression
“Mr. Morning Star?” she spoke.
“Ah, Applebloom! Early as ever, excellent! Today’s a good day, and do you know why?” Energy seemed to flow from his words.
“Did that one sports team win again?” Applebloom guessed.
“Nope, but the Chicago Cubs did win, which alone is a miracle if I’ve ever seen one. But that’s not why today’s a good day. Instead, today is going to be a good day because I will not have something backfire on me,” the stallion explained as he continued to trot in place, encouraging Applebloom to join in.
The filly started to do the same, “Yer havin’ a positive attitude ‘bout this?”
“Yes! And that alone will help me today! I can feel it, today will be a success!”
The two continued to trot in place, getting the blood flowing through their veins and becoming more energetic. The door opened and another pony joined in with their trotting in place. This pink pony seemed to want to join in just for fun.
“Do you ponies do this every morning before you open?” she asked excitedly.
Morning Star wasn’t surprised by her sudden appearance, but Applebloom was, causing her to jump back and fall into a small pile of ancient and valuable items.
“Well, it just might become a new ritual for us every morning if it works!” Morning Star said with a smile, stopping his trotting place, “I’m Morning Star and welcome to Tchort’s Trinkets! Can I help you?”
“Hiya! I’m Pinkie Pie!” she continued her trotting in place, “And I’m sure you can! What do you got?”
Applebloom started to clean up the mess she had caused by falling backwards.
“Just about anything you can think of, Ms. Pie,” Morning Star stated.
Finally, Pinkie stopped her bouncing, “Oh please, Ms. Pie was my mother, and my nana! Just call me Pinkie!”
“Well, Ms. Pinkie Pie, is there something that interests you?”
“I could use something to make my room look nicer! My friend Fluttershy said she got a really neat mirror from here!” Pinkie recalled, “Oh, and my other bestie Twilight Sparkle got a really cute doll here! Do have another one of those dolls? Maybe one that says ‘die’ over and over, instead of ‘kill’?”
Morning Star looked as if he was fighting the urge to say something. Instead, he chose a nice set of words, “Sorry, I’m afraid we are fresh out of dolls like that.”
“Oh, well, I guess I’ll just get something to decorate my room with!” Pinkie beamed, “What’cha got?”
The stallion paused for a moment to think He then raised his hoof in the air, “I got it! I have just the item! Follow me!”
Moving through he towering rows of shelves, Morning Star took Pinkie to an area where he carefully picked up a very fragile and beautiful vase. “This here is the Basano Vase.”
“Oooo….” Pinkie was awe struck.
“Perhaps you’ve heard of it?”
“Nope!” she smiled.
“Well, this elegant vase was crafted carefully by the greatest workers of it’s era, made of carved silver and clay. It was originally a gift to a young bride. However, the poor bride passed away, holding tightly to this beautiful vase. From there, this vase transferred to different owners through out time, tragedy striking each one. There was even a warning written and placed inside of the vase. Do you want to know what it read?”
Pinkie nodded, leaning in to listen closer.
Morning Star continued, “The inscription read: ‘Beware….this vase brings death.”
The pink pony squealed with delight, “Oooo! I just love a good spooky story!”
“And this vase, this very vase, can be yours. After all, all of that is simply a story of rumors and hearsay. Would you like it, Ms. Pinkie Pie?”
“I have always wanted a piece of art that’s haunted! Well, other than that weird painting that keeps burning houses down. Can you believe that my parents made me get rid of it after our barn burnt down? They acted like it was my fault!” Pinkie chatted away, “It’s a painting after all! But to answer your question, yes, I’ll happily take it!”
Morning Star carefully passed the vase off to Pinkie Pie, who held it tightly in her grasp.
“What do I owe ya?” Pinkie asked.
“It’s free, so as long as you keep visiting my store in the future,” the stallion had a sly smirk.
“That’s not a great business model,” Pinkie expressed her concern, “But I’ll take it!” She then started to make her way out the door, thanking him again.
Morning Star trotted next to Applebloom, who had finished cleaning up her mess. “You know, I think I finally did it,” he spoke, “I think I finally got it right this time. One of the curses is going to work just fine.”
Applebloom gave a concerned look at Morning Star, “It’s still not very nice.”
“I already told ya, I’m pure evil,” he added, “I’m the dev-“
A loud crashing sound startled both the stallion and the filly. It came from outside. They were silent, hearing a little bit of talking and trotting up to the door. The door opened and it was Pinkie Pie again, popping her head in.
“Hello! Um….sorry to ask this, but do you have another Baccano vase?” she asked with an embarrassed smile.
“Pardon?” Morning Star asked.
Pinkie opened the entire door, reveal shards of clay in her hooves, “I may or may not have accidentally dropped the Baccano Vase outside.”
“H….How?! Why?!” Morning Star’s anger erupted.
“Mr. Morning Star, please calm down!” Applebloom was doing her best to keep her boss in check.
“No! I will not calm down! She broke one of the most cursed objects in the store with her idiocy, her simpleness, and her klutziness!”
“Hey, that’s not very nice! I’m not that klutzy! I just trip a lot!” Pinkie defended herself.
“That vase is priceless, even before we talk about the souls that it held! It was suppose to literally steal your soul, adding it to the hundreds of other previous owners! And now you broke it, freeing them all! I don’t believe this!”
“Oh, so that explains all those spooky, floaty things that came out when it broke,” Pinkie said.
“Are you kidding me?!” the stallion’s voice cracked in his rage.
“Please Mr. Morning Star!” Applebloom put her hooves on Morning Star, hoping his rage would subside.
It wasn’t helping, “That’s it, I’m done! I’m done! Just go! Both of you! Out of my store!”
Before either could object, Morning Star had pushed them both out of his store. Once they were outside, he slammed the door behind him and locked the door.
There was a muffled shouting coming from within, “We are now closed indefinitely!”
Pinkie turned to Applebloom and looked at her, “Well, that was really rude, don’t you think Applebloom?”
The little filly was puzzled, “Did ah jus’ get fired?”