//------------------------------// // Quite An Invitation // Story: In Service of the Dread Father // by Wandering Axioms //------------------------------// I can’t believe she had pursued me all the way to my cave. The mare known as Pinkie Pie must be a master when it comes to stealth and assassination. I couldn’t even once pinpoint her exact location. What made it even more painful was how she seemed to treat it like a game. Her childish laughter shall haunt my memories... I stood by the entrance of my cave, ready to defend myself from any threat she may pose. I knew she was out there somewhere...somewhere. “HI THERE!!” To say that the sudden loud noise behind me made me jump would be an understatement. As embarrassing as it is, a small yelp escaped my throat. I spin around to see the same bright pink pony whom spotted me a few days ago...how long had she been stalking me? That smile she wore... I continually try to shake myself out of shock in how she got the drop on me, meanwhile she bounces all over the place and goes on and on and on about Sithis knows what... “You’re not half bad at hide and seek! Of course you’re not quite as good as me; I’m the best in Ponyville you know! I saw you in Ponyville a few days ago and I wanted to say “Hi!” but you ran away before I got the chance so I thought “Oh, he must be really shy, like Fluttershy!” Have you met her? She’s the kindest pony I know, and I know a lot of ponies!” Night Mother, I beg your mercy...I had to make it stop. As she was zipping by me, I stick a hoof out and manage to stop her. “Are you on Skooma or something?” I hiss. “Get to your point already!” This makes her giggle, which infuriates me further. It’s obvious she presented no threat now. “Oooh, what’s Skooma? Is it a type of candy? A soda? *Gasp* A cake!? Can I have one?” “NO!” I yell. “Skooma is one of the last things you need!” She giggles again. “Anyways, I’m Pinkie Pie, but you can call me Pinkie if you want! What’s your name?” Do I really want to give her my name? “Shadowmere...” I sigh. How many times would I have to go through this routine? “So anyways, is there a coherent reason you came out here to see me, or is this just more damned pleasantries?” My bitterness doesn’t throw her off at all. She takes in a sharp breath. I immediately regret asking that question. She breaks out into one of the most annoying musical numbers I’ve ever heard. This is your singing telegram, I hope it finds you well! You’re invited to a party cause we think you’re really swell! You’re very new to town so help us celebrate! The cake will be delicious, the festivities first-rate! There will be games and dancing, Bob for apples, cut-a-rug! And when the party’s over we’ll gather ‘round for a group hug! No need to bring a gift, being there will be enough! Parties mean having fun with friends, not getting lots of stuff! It won’t be the same without you so we hope that you say yes! So please, oh please RSVP and come and be our guest! I could’ve sworn I heard a soft *squee* as she smiled after the song finished. I simply stood there, trying to take in what had just occurred in front of me to the best of my ability. Once the initial shock had worn off, I mustered a simple two letter answer. “No...” Said two letters apparently caused her appearance to change dramatically. With a loud deflation sound, her hair fell flat to the sides of her head. Her fur became a slightly duller pink and her ears drooped. “But why?” She whined. “Everypony in town will be there! We’ll have singing and dancing and games, and cupcakes!” I stopped and thought for a moment. “Every...pony, you say?” She nods her head, anxiousness crowding her face. I think to myself. If each resident would be at this social gathering, it would at least save me the trouble of having to introduce myself over and over again to every single new pony I meet. Still...I’m not one for socialization. “Perhaps...” I find myself saying. That word causes her hair to “inflate” back to its original curly state as she let out a loud cheer. She then proceeded to bounce around while giggling like a child. I thought that would get her to calm down...Sithis was I wrong. “You will show up? Really!? Oh that’s just super-awesome-fantastically-wonderful-extra amazing!” “I said ‘maybe,’ Pinkie,” I explain. “Not ‘yes,’ maybe.” This doesn’t throw off her happiness at all. I sigh as she explains where and when the gathering would take place. “It’s at Applejack’s barn on Sweet Apple Acres, tomorrow at five; can’t wait to see you there! Bye!” She then simply vanished in a cloud of...confetti? I sigh in relief at finally having been removed of the burden. Sweet Apple Acres: that was the farm where I saw Applejack working. I shouldn’t have too much trouble finding it. As I lie down, trying to get some semblance of rest, my mind races with an unbelievable amount of thoughts. I think of my time here in Equestria. I think of my sudden death back in Skyrim, my...transformation into a pony, those three little foals in I have saved in the wood, meeting Twilight Sparkle, the unicorn and her friends, the conversation I’ve had with her and Fluttershy on these “cutie marks...” And of course, this trail of memories lead me to the oddest thing I’ve seen in a long time...Pinkie Pie. A hyperactive, pink, stealthy, pony that stalked me for Sithis knows how long. All just to give me an invitation to this party of hers. I rest my head awkwardly on one of the small boulders resting on the cave floor. I whisper to myself as I wait for tommorrow. “Quite an invitation...” Authors Note: I'd personally like to thank Heavy Weapons Guy for his positive feedback, motivation, and pretty much, just being awesome in general. Heavy, this Sandvich is for you Western_Archer