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// Newcomer 
// Story: Everquestria 
// by RB_ 
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“Wake up, you silly-willy-filly!” 

Groaning, I rolled over. “Five more minutes…” 

“Nopey-dopey, mopey-wopey! You’re injured, and that means we have to get you to a doctor, lickety-split!”

“Ugh… Lemme ‘lone…” I slurred. My head was aching, and the high-pitched shrieking in my ear definitely wasn’t helping.

“Come on! Listen to the nice, century-old voice! ” 

Wait, what?

Sitting up, I opened my eyes. Everything was fuzzy. Blinking I found myself staring…

… Right into the eyes of another pony.

“Hello!!!”

“AAAAGH!” I cried in surprise, scurrying back a couple meters. The mare was pink. Very pink. Her bright pink coat was only slightly lighter than her large, frizzy pink mane. 

And, of course, she was taller than me.

“Hi! I’m Pinkamena Diane Pie, but you can call me Pinkie Pie, or just Pinkie for short! Gee, I really do have a long name, but I guess that’s why everypony calls me Pinkie!” I could only lay there in confusion as the mare- Pinkie- Rambled on. “Anyway, what’s your name- oh, wait let me guess, I love guessing games! Um, let’s see, is it… Sandy Shores? No, that’s not it, hmm- is it… Rocky Rider? No? Hmm, you’re a toughie… oh, I’ve got it! Shorty Sands, Shorty Sands!!! Am I right?”

Shorty? “No, my name’s Rat, from Littletree village.”

“Well, it’s great to meet you Rat! Ohh, I should throw you a party later!!! With cake, and ice cream, and- oh wait, we need to get you to a doctor, Rattie!”

Huh? “What do you mean? I feel fine!”

“Really? ‘Cause that cut in your head doesn’t look too good!”

“What cut?” reaching around, I felt the back of my head. Feeling a warm wetness, I brought my hoof back in front of my 
face. It was dripping blood.

Oh. That cut.

Rising slowly, I eventually found my balance, and, after thanking Pinkie, I started walking toward the path.

“WAIT!” Turning, I saw Pinkie trying to run after me, but it looked like she was running in place.

“I want to come with you!”

Against my better judgment (and my ringing ears), I called back. “Sure, why not?”

“Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! But I need you to do something first!”

Of course.

“Can you come back here a minute? PLLLLEEEAAASE???” I trotted back over to her.”Okay, you see that wagon over there? I need you to get something from it.”

“Why can’t you?”

“I’ll show you!” With that, she walked over to the wagon, and proceeded to reach out…

…and giggle as her hoof passed through it.

“See? I can’t touch anything!”

“Wha- P-Pinkie, are you a-a g-g-ghost!?”

She turned and blinked in confusion. “I’m not a ghost, I’m a pony. Duh!”

“Al-alright, what was it you wanted me to get?” 

“In the wagon, you should see a golden necklace, with a blue, balloon-shaped gem on the front! If you grab it, then I can come with you!”

I had no idea what a “balloon” was, but how many golden necklaces with blue gems could there be?

Turns out, only one. And it was the only thing in the wreck. I put it in my saddlebags, and set off with a new (and very loud) pony in tow.