“Pinkie you’ve been at this for ten minutes, I think it’s about time to give up on this.” Putting her hands on her hips, Toriel watched as Pinkie once again tried to get the round red object from the room. The annoying dogs were making it impossible with their ninja style abilities.
“I don’t want to give up!” Pinkie shouted as she ran into the room and crash sounded out seconds later. “Where did all these banana peels come from, they weren’t here last time!”
Pinkie came back covered in banana peels looking pretty sorry for herself and Toriel quickly swiped away the fruit peels with a magical flame. She picked the pony up and brought her face up to her own. Shoving her tongue deep into the pony’s mouth, maybe she could get Pinkie to forget about the artifact.
Their tongues danced and Pinkie really started to get into it, her hooves wrapped around Toriel’s head and started to pet and rub the soft white fur. The taste of Toriel’s mouth reminded her of all things good and wholesome that weren’t annoying dog related. She soon forgot her troubles as their tongues did them the favor of cleaning out the corners of each other’s mouths. The passionate wrestling of their two taste muscles leant to them a foggy haze of bliss.
“There, better now?” Toriel asked after she separated her face from the pony she had kissed, she slowly ran a hand up and down the back of Pinkie’s neck. The pink pony nodded at her question and snuggled against her and the face started nuzzling into her fur on around her neck, then she felt the sensation of blunt teeth gently gnawing at it.
“Tori, you take my breath away and that’s not just because you’re very beautiful either.” Ever the charmer, Pinkie pulled her face away from the bipedal goat’s neck. “I guess I don’t really need to know what that red ball does. It’s probably just a bouncy rubber squeak toy anyway.”
Pinkie was carried away from the piano room with her tail wagging and with her happiness at an all time high as Toriel started blowing raspberries into her belly. The goat lady obviously knew what it took to please the pony and get happy giggles to fill the air.
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“Darn she has discovered the great secret of the artifact through random guessing!” The first white dog muttered from the shadows in the language of dogs.
“Hey, is covering the entire room in tacks a bad idea?” The second white dogs asked, also in dog speak.
“For the love of all that is chewy and squeaky, you’re an idiot!” The third white dog said, it had wondered what those painful sensations in its paws were and now it knew for certain who was to blame for it.
“You guys suck at being annoying and I would know a lot about that.” A heavy breathing sound was heard from next to the three dogs hiding spot.
“Oh god it’s The Jerry! Abort all operations; abort all operations and run for it!” The three dogs dropped down onto all the tacks. After getting the tacks stuck into their feet which made it impossible to run away on their injured paws, the lead dog turned to the one who placed all the tacks.”How could you do this to us, we can’t run now without incurring injury to ourselves!”
“You guys suck at escaping, seriously!” The Jerry commented as he made annoying high pitched noises only dogs could hear. The whimpering three dogs of the annoyance unit found their selves in a rather dire situation of being annoyed.
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“Did you hear three screams of unholy terror that vaguely sounds like dogs howling just now?” Pinkie asked as Toriel got an umbrella sticking out of the saddlebags Gyftrot was wearing; the pink pony took up the shovel from the deer monster as it looked like it was getting uncomfortable for him. She slung it around her body by the strap that was recently attached to it.
“Thank you Pinkie.” Sure Gyftrot avoided danger at the first drop of a hat, but he was still there with them through thick and thin.
Pinkie looked at the shovel and its sleek design. The shovel had a treated special kind of flexible wood that was impervious to rot and was heat resistant. It had a handle that she could fit her hoof through and most importantly the curved blade of the shovel was made of a highly sturdy metal. Said metal was a nice silvery blue color. She was glad to have found it thanks to Betty and her shop, it was a good shovel and she knew it would serve her well as it was perfectly balanced for her usage.
Picking up a second umbrella for herself and Pinkie, Toriel opened it and walked out into an area where the ceiling was leaking with a lot of water that made it look like it was raining underground. She looked on as Pinkie inspected the shovel as they moved forward.
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“Guys… I think Pinkie took up a shovel.” Maud said blandly and was shivering ever so slightly that it was almost unnoticeable.
“Well so much for Pinkie being safe wherever she is.” Limestone muttered angrily. “Whoever gets the business end of it will deserve the fight they’ll have on their hooves.”
“Isn’t Pinkie really dangerous with a shovel though?” Marble shyly poked a hoof at the ground and drew small circles. “I mean we’re talking about our sister who mastered the trowel when she was nine because she overcompensated for not having a cutie mark like the ones we have before she moved away.”
“She will still be our sister Marble; even if she is pushed to use the worst of her techniques which she knows not to take lightly.” Maud was better with her bare hooves when it came to rock farming and fighting, but Pinkie was a natural at shoveling out fun. “I ask that you to please trust our sister to have a good sense in not going too far unless she’s forced to.”
“Trixie really needs food and a warm place to sleep please.” The haggard sad voice of Trixie being heard on the rock farm actually caused Maud to give off a very small freakish smile; what was freakish was that it was the most emotion that was ever seen on Maud’s face by her sisters in their entire lives.
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They continued walking through the undergrounds torrential downpour from the ceiling with Kid now adorning Pinkie’s back. They had found the poor wet little two legged lizard in an alcove and got him to come with them, he couldn’t very well hold an umbrella with his tail as it hadn’t become prehensile yet.
“Hey Tori, how many tickles does it take to make a squid laugh?” Pinkie couldn’t just take all the affection she had gotten without giving some of the joy that she felt right back to Toriel.
“I don’t know how many tickles does it take to get a squid to laugh Pinkie?” Toriel knew that Pinkie told her jokes to make her happy and she indulged in them wholeheartedly when the pony wanted to dish one out.
“Ten tickles!” The happy laughter made Pinkie happy in turn; because Toriel’s wonderful snorting laugh wasn’t the only one she was hearing. Kid liked it too, while Gyftrot just settled for chuckling as he seemed the most stoic of them all. “Oh let me try some poetry. Roses are black, violets are black… oh wait, I think I’m still wearing a blind fold from when I was dreaming of flowers while I slept on my back!”
“Oh Pinkie…” A tittering Toriel just loved the weirdest things Pinkie could come up with. “I once told my friend ten jokes to get him to laugh. Sadly, no pun in ten did.”
Laughter filtered throughout the group as the moved forward. They all stopped for a moment to look into the distance when they heard Kid gasp. Far away, but still very visible in the dim underground was a brightly lit castle and city.
“There it is, ‘New Home ‘. Yes my ex is certainly horrible at coming up with names, I would have at least called it something a little more inventive. I can see we’re almost to the hot lands; it is a dangerously warm environment.” Hot or cold, Toriel was never bothered by temperature changes. She was a monster that could theoretically bathe in lava and enjoy it like it was temperate. “Well at least it’s dangerously hot for everyone other than me at least.”
“It really looks like you’re people etched out a living down here Tori, they must have worked so hard to build such a wondrous city. It kind of reminds me of an inverse Canterlot from what I can see from here really.” Pinkie leaned her head again Toriel’s thigh while looking at the distant sight and she received some scratches behind her ears. That tall lovely goat definitely knew how to please a pony.
“Let us move on.” They were on their way at Toriel’s beckoning and passed a few more bits of swampland.
“What’s a pirate’s favorite letter? Well you’d think it’d be R, but it will always be the C.” That was the last joke to giggle and guffaw at from Pinkie Pie.
They had to stop to put the two umbrellas back at the nearby umbrella stand and wondered how they were supposed to get past this newest obstacle before them.
“Yo this ledge is too steep!” Kid was quick to point out the obvious as they continued to give the ledge a once over.
“We’ll look for a way around.” As Toriel said this, she noticed Pinkie taking hold of her shovel which she swiftly planted blade first into the ground as if she were going to dig something up. The back of the shovel was pointed towards the ledge.
“Hey guys, want to see a neat trick? I’m a bit rusty and could use the practice anyway.” Pinkie looked down at the shovel and bent it slightly once, then a second time testing whether or not it was firmly planted. She looked at the ledge and pulled on the handle bending the shovel’s wood slightly.
“I doubt I’d be able to stop you anyway Pinkie.” Crossing her arms Toriel watched as Pinkie swiftly pulled back on the shovel and kicked off the shaft her hind legs.
It was obvious that the tension in the bent shovel and Pinkie’s kick was what caused the pink pony to launch high into the air with an aerial somersault to the top of the ledge with ease. She had easily done so while still holding onto the shovel.
Pinkie turned around and waved down at them from where she landed on her three hooves while shouldering the shovel; it had been quite a while since she had last performed a shovel launch. Shovels were where the idea for pogo sticks came from in Equestria; many a pony had forgotten the old earth pony combat traditions with some exceptions. An excellent trowel had nothing on a good shovel to Pinkie, even if she had mastered the trowel and had helped Rose, Daisy or Lilly in gardening from time to time.
“So you guys coming or what? I think I see more scribbling on the walls up here.” Pinkie could see a look of indecision on Toriel’s face.
“Go on, we’ll catch up with you. Just be careful as Undyne could still be around okay?” Toriel didn’t know if Undyne was still around or not, The Jerry had scared her off pretty badly and it had scared them as well. She shuddered at the thought that it could still be nearby.
Nodding Pinkie turned to the two writings on the wall ahead of her. The first talked of how the humans had declared war on the monster and suddenly attacked without mercy, which didn’t sound very nice to the pony at all. The second bit of writing talked about how it was hardly a war as the humans were too powerful and countless monsters perished whereas not one human soul was taken.
“Yeah, that might put a damper on them being able to be friends.” Pinkie shook her head and saw a winding path of wooden boards ahead of her and took one step onto it. She stopped when she heard some creepy music start playing.
(Ghouls and Ghost- Graveyard Theme starts playing.)
“Is it me or is that music meant to fill one with a deep sense of dread? Also I can’t help but think that you’re trying to tell me something in a rather subtle way here Airy.” Pinkie looked around carefully walked out onto the wooden planks and looked around cautiously; there was no way that the music she was hearing was a coincidence.
Some point at walking across the wood multiple glowing circles appeared all around her on the platform and she turned sideways seeing that her rear legs were standing on two of those circles. She was glad she had when spears erupted from below, after they went down Pinkie started moving.
Galloping along the wooden structure, Pinkie was looking out for spots that started glowing and stopped in a safe spot to avoid the spiritual spears that erupted from below trying to skewer her. Looking over the side of the platform she was on, she could see the armored figure of Undyne below. Several spears arced upwards and came down around Pinkie Pie who dodged left and right as she ran.
The pony wasn’t going to make it easy for Undyne to hit her and continued to look for a way forward. The little pink equine under assault had to double back at least twice as spears erupted from below or came raining down from above to block her path.
There were soon spears flying every which way imaginable and Pinkie was starting to run out of room, running out of it while running to be exact. She grabbed her shovel and deflected a spear with it as she continued on her way.
Coming to an almost soon to be literal dead stop, spears were starting to come down on her and pop up from the floor beneath a lot more rapidly. There were a lot of them now that she was finding it hard to press forward or go back, slowly the spears started to enclose and encroach on Pinkie.
Pinkie quickly jammed her shovel between two bits of wood and with a quick pull she launched herself out of harm’s way, twisting between several spears as she flew forward to a different section of platform. She felt several sharp stinging sensations throughout her body; she had been nicked by several of the sharp edged spear heads and was bleeding a bit.
As she landed from her launch, Pinkie heard a loud thud and she turned back to see a glowing eye shining from under the armored knight’s helmet. Undyne twirled and threw two spears overhand at her as she leapt into the air. Defying gravity the armored knight spread her legs slightly farther apart, seeming as if to jump a second time and tossed two more spears that missed the pony.
Pinkie dodged the four spears and six more as they formed in the air in a stylish twirl before launching at her sides like they were arrows shot from invisible crossbows. Ducking and weaving through the torrent of spears she came to a long extended section of wood and saw that there was nowhere else to go, turning around she tried to run back only to stop when she saw that Undyne had her cornered.
The armored figure slowly stomped forward; thick metal boots were grinding against the wood underneath. She held up a hand and several spears form to strike at Pinkie’s side. Leaping backwards Pinkie managed to avoid getting skewered.
It was only seconds afterwards that Pinkie noticed that in having missed her, the spears heavily damaged the platform she was standing on. Said platform was hanging over the dark void below. The elongated section of wooden planks started break apart and the entire section start to fall down into the darkness. The last sight Pinkie had of Undyne at this point and time was her clenching her fist in rage.
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Pinkie was falling and she knew the landing was going to hurt unless she did something fast, what could she do? Well she had a shovel; she quickly pulled the shovel back into a batters position while trying to correctly orient her body in the air. She had to do this just right so she wouldn’t hit the ground at terminal velocity; said ground was rushing up to meet her. She didn’t think a hearty hello would get it to stop and chat with her.
Twisting her body as hard as she could, Pinkie waited until she was about fifty feet from hitting the ground and she swung out as hard as she could while angling the shovel. She spun like a wild top; this caused the mare start slowing down drastically as she angled her shovel up and down, her pink pigtails and tail also helped a bit. The spiraling effect had her entire body becoming a propeller cancelled out how fast she was falling and it alleviated a lot of her momentum before she struck the ground.
Pinkie hit the ground shovel first, even with the shovel taking the brunt of the impact she still let out a yelp as she touched down on her left hind leg when she tried to alleviate her spinning. She stumbled her way into a nearby patch of flowers. Rolling on to her back she just stared up at the distance above and trailed down all the way to where she was now. She lifted her head and looked at herself; she had several lightly bleeding cuts along her body. She hadn’t come out of this unscathed and with how her landing went she might have just sprained a leg.
Laying her head back down, Pinkie decided that taking a nap was in order. She could lick her wounds later; she was okay and was safely lying among a bunch of flowers.
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Pinkie didn’t know how long it had been, but she startled awake and tried to roll onto hooves out of the patch of flowers. She grunted when she placed pressure on her leg that was most certainly sprained. She was hungry; Gyftrot and Toriel had all the food. Sniffing the flowers, Pinkie pulled one into her mouth. She chewed vigorously and swallowed, the flowers down here were actually pretty tasty.
It was a bit of an odd place for flowers to grow, considering she smelled garbage. She had fallen into what was the cleanest spot in what looked to be a garbage dump; the shovel was still planted in the ground by up to half its shaft.
She ate a few more flowers and then carefully got up. She silently wondered if Toriel knew she was in some kind of trouble. Her wounds seemed to have scabbed over without getting infected, Pinkie was lucky in that respect at least.
“Thanks for letting me know I’m mostly okay Airy!” Pinkie said jovially to the air as if she thought it had helped her out in some way, when she was actually cornered in an area surrounded by monsters. “Yeah, that doesn’t sound as good. Can you tell me how Tori, Kid and Gyft are doing?”
Pinkie’s friends were likely doing better than she was at the moment.
“Really, that’s as much as you’re going to give me here?” Pinkie acted like she hadn’t just fell hundreds of feet to where she was now in a garbage dump with piles of random trash and injured. “Well of course I’m not acting like I just did that, it actually happened!”
‘The pony should just check her surroundings and move on, using the shovel as a crutch’.
“Oh… thanks for the idea Airy!” A smiling Pinkie limped her way over to the shovel. With two hooves gripping it tightly, she gave one strong pull and popped the shovel out of the ground. She fell onto her rump and raised the shovel high above her head causing a fanfare to sound out as the shovel sparkled.
Looking around, Pinkie saw that she was surrounded by water, waterfalls and broken wooden planks, so ‘keeping her leg and freshly scabbed over injuries out the water would be a good idea’.
Nodding at the air, Pinkie wedged her shovel between two planks and launched herself onto a nearby garbage pile where she landed on her hooves. The garbage had a lot of things in it, including some things that were so strange that Pinkie had absolutely no idea what they were. She let her shovel hang limply from its trap as she did a three legged leap to the next garbage pile.
Pinkie couldn’t just use her shovel to launch herself at any old time; she always had to find a place to wedge it into to create the necessary amount of tension. If she had the use of her cutie mark she could have actually done it without the need of physics with little or no tension at all. She eventually found a good spot in the garbage and looked ahead to calculate the distance to the wood planks in the next area.
Launching through the air, she came down planting her shovel perfectly between the planks and launched herself immediately continuing her momentum. She twisted her body in the air and slammed into the wall where she hung horizontally by two hooves firmly pressed against the wall, all while the third held tightly onto the shovel dug into it. Nodding to herself she launched herself onto another pile of garbage, twisting herself in the air so that she landed upright.
Pinkie was a tad dizzy from all the rotations her body went through, and she looked around while she got her bearings. There was green bicycle with what looked to be flat tires and a broken horn, it looked readily salvageable. Overlooking that to look at the next pile of garbage she wanted to land on.
With a sharp pull, she launched onto a different pile of garbage and it shifted beneath her hooves. It wasn’t quite as stable as she thought it was, she quickly jumped on to a orange cooler nearby as some of the garbage toppled into the shallow water that Pinkie would have had to wade through.
Stepping off the top of the cooler onto the nearby pile of garbage she turned around and looked at the perfectly good cooler that had supported her weight. Considering the good condition of the cooler, she checked it hoping to find something. There were some strange packets of stuff in there that read as being space food, Pinkie couldn’t exactly carry them and shut the lid.
Looking ahead, Pinkie saw that the there wasn’t a place to launch to and tried to think of a way to move forward as the patch of dry land was far too far to launch to. A light bulb went off above her head as Pinkie realized that the orange cooler with the white lid had supported her weight.
Stepping back onto the cooler she sat down and used her shovel to push it forwards and past the final pile of garbage and a idle ugly looking dummy just sitting there in the water. Just as she was about to reach dry land and get out of this flooded area, something stomped down on the dry land before her and then floated into the air.
“Isn’t that just like you? What are you too intimidated to fight me? Is the little four legged chicken going to cry and run away?” The speaker was a floating dummy now glowing with in an angry looking orange color and two large eyes staring at the, innocent of any slight whatsoever, pink pony with hatred. “I am a ghost that lives inside a dummy. My cousin is a Dummy and he might have been nice about you, but me? I’m going to murder you, because I’m Mad Dummy!”
“Well that was rather self deprecating of you; you seem pretty smart to me so why would you call yourself an idiot?” Pinkie’s words caused the Mad Dummy to turn red with anger.
“I’m not an idiot, my name is Mad Dummy!” Mad pulled Pinkie’s soul out of her body and the bright pink pulsating heart had a small bandage on it representing Pinkie’s injury.
“So your name is basically angry idiot? Well, who gave you that name? They probably weren’t very friendly.” Now wondering what it was that she said, Pinkie could not understand Mad’s absolute loathing for her. Now she was going to have to dance on her injured hoof for setting him off.
“I’m not an angry idiot, I’m a Mad Dummy!” The angry Mad Dummy screamed in Pinkie’s face as he got even angrier than he was before.
“Is this a semantics thing? I don’t actually have any cement for that.” Pinkie’s innocuously weird statement only caused the Mad Dummy to get madder and growl aggressively.
“Why you, give me your soul!” Mad Dummy summoned an army of strange little creatures to start fire projectiles at Pinkie’s floating soul.
Pinkie started to dance in place with what little space she had as she dodge the orbs being launched at her soul and one batch of the beings appeared in just a position that when her soul dodged the attack the attack hit the Angry Dummy.
“Ouch, you dummies, watch where you are aiming your magic attacks!” The Mad Dummy realized that Pinkie was paying attention to what he had said. His eyes widened. “Hey you, forget I said anything about magic!”
“But I like magic.” Pinkie intoned only for the strange spiritual heads to start popping up all around her again to launch more shots.
“Well too bad for you!” As soon as Mad got finished saying that he got struck by several blasts of magic from the little dummies popping up out of the walls, ceiling and water covered floor as Pinkie danced her soul around the attacks to get him struck again.
“You’re not very nice!” This thing was really beginning to upset Pinkie.
“Well good, I’ll defeat you and take your soul; you can’t possible hurt me because I’m a ghost! There’s no hope for you, you sniveling little thing!” Oh sure the dummy was invincible to physical attacks, however he was weak against magic attacks which his own attacks were made of. Several more of the minions that Mad summoned, appeared and launched more attacks at Pinkie’s soul.
Pinkie started doing a variation of a Bachata dance in place, she had very little room and she was using the best of it as she could while standing on the cooler. Her heart shifted and slid around the bullets until she saw an opportunity where the miniature dummy army could shoot him again.
In his anger the Mad Dummy started doing an armless Ska dance, having taken a lot of hits from his own minions that he bullied into attacking Pinkie.
“Everything I want will be mine once I have your soul!” The Mad Dummy summoned more of his little dummies and Pinkie started to painfully dance her soul in a way as to hit the wildly shaking dummy that was spilling cotton everywhere.“Ugh, I guess I’ll avenge my cousin as well… even though you did nothing to him!”
Even if dancing on a sprained leg was hard, Pinkie was managing to do so, on top of having very little space to dance with. She was doing impressively as she shook and jiggled her hips with the music trying not to damage the cooler too much. Her left hind leg was really beginning to sting quite a bit.
“What was their name again? Who cares, all I know is that I utterly hate you!” The Mad Dummy launched a salvo of little dummies at Pinkie Pie which all missed as she shifted and stepped while trying not to fall off her narrow perch. After getting struck by his own magic several more times, the Mad Dummy gave a loud growl. “That is it! Hey guys, you dummies, I told you not to shoot at me! Failures, the lot of you! You’re all fired, you’re being replaced!”
“That’s rather mean of you.” The poor little mini dummies looked sad to Pinkie as they left the scene of the fight by sinking into the nearest surface. “You hurt their feelings; they were just doing their best.”
“I don’t freaking care! Now you’ll see my true power, one that doesn’t rely on a bunch of people who are garbage!” This was saying a lot about him, considering Mad Dummy lived in a garbage dump. He was the actual garbage in comparison to his little dummy minions.
“Ha, ha, ha, so giggle at the ghostly.” Pinkie muttered and narrowed her eyes at the mean old cranky ghost. She was significantly upset by this monster.
“Dummy bots, use your magic missiles!” The Mad Dummy summoned a lot more mechanical looking versions of his minions that popped out of the water and fired missiles at Pinkie’s soul.
Pinkie moved her heart left and right and noticed the missiles were turning towards it, some quick thinking on her part and she tapped out a rhythm and stopped her heart in a very specific point in the air. Just as the missiles were about to hit her soul she slammed down both her right hooves causing it to jump to the right and out of the path of the missiles. The missiles circled around about to hit her soul when she moved it up then towards Mad Dummy. The red lights on all the magical missiles winked out and they flew straight into Mad Dummy’s surprised face and exploded violently, while Pinkie’s floating pulsing pink heart just slid around them in one smooth motion.
“Dummy Bots, you’re awful! Just use your damn final attack already!” Mad Dummy was still being really, really mean even to these mechanical minions, even they had feelings too.
Missiles started flying every which way and the robotic minions flew out of the walls and Pinkie kept dodging and miraculously aiming the missiles right at Mad Dummy with a slight scowl on her face. Mad fell to the ground looking ragged after the staccato of magical explosives he took to the face.
“No way, these guys are worse than the other guys. Who cares who cares? Who cares! I don’t need any friends!” That announcement from Mad Dummy had a pink pony actually looking at him sadly, then the Mad Dummy pulled out a knife on Pinkie and it hovered a few feet from him. He proceeded to shout crazily. “I’ve got knives!”
The Mad Dummy sent the knife flying blade first at Pinkie’s big pink soul and Pinkie dodge the soul charged projectile and then physically dodged projectile itself, it still managed to cut a furrow across her left cheek. A whimpering Pinkie tried to staunch the blood flowing from her cheek with a hoof.
“That was my only knife… but it doesn’t matter, you can’t hurt me and I can’t hurt you. Why you’ll even be stuck fighting me… forever.” The mad cackling dummy intoned creepily before his body parts started flailing wildly all over the place as he laughed an insane laugh. Only something that looked like rain started to fall all over him injuring him a lot more. “What, what is this! What the ‘BLEEP’ is this! Acid rain, that’s it I’m out of here!”
Pinkie’s soul went back into her body as the Mad Dummy floated off in a hurry, she felt bad for him even if he tried to kill her by stabbing her with a knife. The poor guy sorely needed friendship in his life, because friendship just saved hers. She saw her savior was an old acquaintance.
“I’m really sorry to interrupt… it looked like you two were having so much fun.” Napstablook said as Pinkie flagged slightly on her good three legs before sitting down on the cooler. “Sorry to make your friend run off Pinkie.”
“Oh that guy wasn’t my friend, he was just an ugly old mean guy who was trying to kill me and you saved me from him. You’re actually my hero Nappy!” Pinkie caused the floating ghost, one that had just rescued her from the angry idiot, to blush vibrantly. “I need your help Nappy, I’m bleeding and I don’t want to get wet with these injuries!”
“Oh… you’re hurt? I’ll see what I can do to help you; I don’t know how much use I’ll be though.” It was definitely the same Napstablook that Pinkie had met back in the ruins; he still sounded rather down.
“I have a sprained leg, several scabbed over wounds that just opened up and I just took a knife across my face. Any kind of help would be good right about now… and I could really use a friend. Can you push this cooler over to solid ground and help me carry it? I also need a place to rest Nappy.” Pinkie watched as the ghost floated behind her and started pushing the cooler until they hit the solid ground. She got off and tried to lift the cooler, only for Napstablook to politely start carrying it for her.
“We can go to my house, I live around here Pinkie. I think I might have a box of bandages lying around there somewhere. I can’t really use it because I’m a ghost, so you can have it.” Napstablook didn’t know how to feel about saving Pinkie’s life or being called a hero, this kind of thing has never happened to him before. He was supposed to be useless wasn’t he?
The ghost felt a brilliant warmth flow throughout his body when Pinkie hugged him. It stopped when Pinkie let go and he nodded to himself, he would continue to do what felt right just for that kind of feeling again. Pinkie really needed his help and he was ‘determined’ to do his best.