Twilight
A/N
This was inspired by an image I found on google of a humanized Pinkie at Twilight’s grave. For some odd reason, I was particularly touched, and driven to write this. You will most likely find this image by googling ‘Twi Pie’ and clicking the first result (Tumblr).
Enjoy
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As the sun finally began to dip below the far distant mountains, it casted an orange glow over the land. At this moment of the day’s closing, at the conclusion of a quiet spring’s day, the only sight to be seen in the rolling hills and winding roads outside Ponyville was a lone woman. She rested on her knees, calm and unmoving, before a lone headstone. A gentle breeze stroked her cheek, causing a slight chill on the thin trail of tears running down her features. The woman’s eyes, much like the tiny box she held and caressed in her hands, were closed. Unperturbed by the diminishing hour, the pink-haired woman of no older than twenty-five remained motionless, deep in thought. Her straight, candy-colored hair ran almost a quarter of the way down her back, and concealed a portion of her face. They had only been a few weeks ago, the best days of her life. Everything had been in perfect order for her.
Only a few weeks ago, she had been the bubbly spirit that those around her had grown to hold dear. Hard times never troubled her, and likewise, there was no friend of hers that would ever go through difficulties without her always being right behind them, ready to help in any way she could. Usually, that was was humor. Laughter. Parties. Merriment. She always had a smile on her face, no matter the time or place.
Yes, only mere weeks ago Pinkamena Diane Pie had been the happiest person in Equestria. That was before the incident, of course. In one quick moment, the blink of an eye, everything changed. Pinkie’s life was devastated in under a second. That smile that was always on her face became but a forgotten memory. The friends she knew and loved became distant strangers as she secluded herself in her sorrow. It was no hardship that she could simply laugh her way through. There was no party or gift to fix everything. It was a life-crushing thing, total and irreversible. Such a happy face had been permanently reduced to one of silent anguish. The worst part of it all?
It was all her fault.
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Canterlot, several weeks earlier…
Pinkie and Twilight ran and laughed as the jubilant, cotton-haired women held the studious one’s hand, leading them out of the last club. Twilight had built up a considerable amount of stress over the last couple of months. After all, she was preparing the biggest report of her life for the Princess. It was the final culmination of all her years of tutelage. A series of essays that could fill at least a few books was the end product. The purple-haired woman had poured her heart and soul in the composition of the grand work, forgetting the entire world around her for a short time. Even after she’d finished revising the colossal project and sent it off, her days were filled with grim anticipation. She’d always been an academic pessimist, something that Pinkie intended to remedy.
To celebrate the completion of her compilation, Pinkie had taken Twilight to Canterlot for a few days of partying and all-around merrymaking. When Twilight had first heard Pinkie’s eager suggestion, she was supremely excited. While still absorbed in her anxiety at the time, she had identified that some method of stress relief was required. And who better to do it with than the woman she had fallen in love with?
The pair had been in the city for three days on the night of the incident. They had arrived just at the beginning of the weeklong spring festivities of old that had been revived by the recently returned Princess Luna. Over those three days, they had attended no small number of celebrations and events. They had experienced a wide range of activities, including dances, parades, carnival rides, and nightclubs. There was not a dull minute with those two during their trip. Twilight’s anxiety melted away under the unparalleled joy of attending the festivities with Pinkie, and the woman’s incomparable jubilant attitude.
The night of the incident was on the third day, in the wee hours of the morning. Twilight and Pinkie had been enjoying going wild - and possibly a bit drunk - at all of Canterlot’s most popular clubs, especially those with roomier dance floors. Pinkie led Twilight out of the last club of the day by her hand, both of them laughing all the way. Rain poured on the city’s streets, but neither of the exuberant pair seemed bothered by it. The hotel they had booked for their stay in the Equestrian capital was right across the street from the club they had just vacated.
Visibility that early morning was atrocious. One could barely see a few feet ahead of them through the intense downpour and blackness of the night. A single street crossing stood between the pair and their hotel, and sweet, sweet rest. Vehicles rushed through the intersection with no heed for whatever bystander, drunk or sober, might be attempting to cross. Of course, Pinkie and Twilight were noticeable. Both of them had multiple glowstick necklaces on from the last few clubs, and they were both quick runners. Pinkie was faster, but Twilight could also be fleet-footed when she needed to.
Pinkie led them across the street, grasping Twilight’s hand all the way. But just as they were about to reach the other side, the pink-haired woman no longer felt her lover’s hand in her own. She turned around, startled, and was filled with abject horror. Cars came to a screeching halt around an unmoving body on the sidewalk, struck with some great force. Pinkie rushed to her friend and lover, and when she was unable to elicit even a single twitch from the purple-haired woman, a steady flow of tears ran down her face. She cradled the limp Twilight in her arms, weeping and crying out in desperation. The longer she sat there, bathed in the headlights of surrounding vehicles and the torrential rain, the greater the river of tears grew.
“Twilight! Twilight! Say something! Please!”
Nothing.
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Outskirts of Ponyville, present day
As she had done many days before, the woman once filled with joy and laughter remained in quiet contemplation before the headstone of the woman that had once meant the world to her. No. She still meant the world to her. As the sun finally descended below the horizon, Pinkie gingerly opened the case she had so carefully guarded since the beginning of her Canterlot trip with Twilight. She carefully placed it before the headstone, on a modest bed of lavender. In the fuzzy box was but a single item: a stunning diamond ring.
There was a time where its use would’ve heralded a time of new happiness for Pinkie, but having lost its purpose, it now became a part of her memorial to her dearly departed. A small smile manage to pierce the wall of despair that had held back Pinkie’s expression for so long as she reached into her coat. She withdrew two items: a wrapped cupcake of pink and purple striped frosting, and a photo. With her left hand, Pinkie held the photo close to her bosom. It was her and Twilight only hours before her untimely death.
The woman opened her eyes, and held the cupcake up to her face. As twilight began to set upon the land, she mustered the will to take a single bite. Almost immediately, she began to choke, and collapsed beside the headstone, her eyes staring out at the sun whose rays barely peered up over the horizon.
As the former symbol of happiness took her last breaths, a short few words escaped her lips. With that, her modest smile grew to become a grin, and she shut her eyes. Her chest rose, then fell. And nothing more. She would be alone no longer.
And twilight took the land and the woman, just as she had taken Twilight.
“I love you, my little bookworm.”
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So did Twilight just collapse from being drunk or did she get struck by a car?
1280424 Probably both, e.g: She drunkenly collapses into the path of an oncoming car.
It really sucks that you can only press the like or dislike button once. Since I can't spam the like button, here's a giant internet cookie, for a f***ing awesome story.
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For the sad tone, you could've added more depressing words, for example at the start instead of:
"As the sun finally began to dip below the far distant mountains, it casted an orange glow over the land.", you could have:
As the sun began its descent to the void of the mountains, crimson blood seeped through the remaining openings.
YOU HAVE TAKEN ALL OF MY FEELS!!!
I hate to sound like a cold hearted bastard but this wasn't sad at all....oh well!
MY FEELS TAKE THEM
then I was like 
First I was like
Lemongrab voice: This is...UNACCEPTABLE!!!
The like button won't let me press it more than once.
Amazing story! Very well written. There are a few spots where you stopped a sentence short where a comma could have gone. One paragraph in particular seemed rather choppy because of it. Also, I feel like this story could have been better if the characters were kept as ponies, though I'm usually pretty averse to humanized stories so take that as you may. Also, how much poison was in that cupcake? That was awfully quick for an amount that a regular woman could get a hold of... Either way, exceptionally well done!
1280443 he based the story off the picture. It is logical for the the characters to be human if the subject matter is based off a humanistic representation.
Good story
1280443
And what is wrong with humanizing them?
Absolutely nothing at all. The story is from THAT WRITER'S OWN IMAGINATION. It is his creation, and therefor, he gets to choose how he wishes it to be.
If you do not like humanized stories, then why did you read this?
To the author:
Well done! You gave me feels
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I support whatever a writer chooses to write within his or her story.
If I find it is not to my liking, I move on and find something I do like.
Pretty simple.
And if you wanna good cupcake story... let me find that one where Pinkie does her thing to Derpy. That one I enjoyed.
i just spent three hours reading twipie stories with happy endings to counter balance these sad feels with more positive feels
1280463 that profile pic, its freaking awesome
You picked him apart about points that had no need for being picked apart. Thats not critique. Thats tearing someone apart.
The third tag clearly states "Human", and you ripped into him like a rabid doberman on a three legged cat because it was a humanized story. And the moving on I referred to was about finding a story to your liking. And you choose that I need to take that advice and submit to you a victory while you claim to have "moved on".
Tell me something, is your favorite pony Trollestia?
(oh, btw, the cupcakes I refer to would make the antagonist in the Saw movies vomit up his lunch, they're that good. Nothing wrong with a little gore... ok, a LOT of gore now and then)
1281239 Thx
You know, I never said his work was perfect. Far from it. I did like it though, I will admit.
I stand by my words on this topic. And you accuse of someone acting like a 12 year old. Someone must not like mirrors I guess.
And he DID state the reason. That it was based on the cover picture for the story.
Even then, just his decision to want to write a humanized pony story es enough.
Basically, he gave a valid reason, and you tore him apart for it just the same.
You can deny all you wish, but your words are there. (unless you decide to go back and edit out the words from your comment.)
Well, I am off to read another story. At least until I find more entertainment within this comment thread.
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I enjoy humanized because it's kinda weird to think of two animals going at it, even if it's just slight romance. *sage nod*
Though I like you for using the word "douche-canoe" in a sentence. :)
And as for the author: Thanks. This one was good.
Your fourteen, but your acting like an eleven year old.
And, to be honest, what points did you make?
I didn't see anything valid.
1280443
well ponys would SEE them if they had Carriages because there needs to be a different pony driving and they wouldn't be driving as fast because the carriage can only go as fast as the one driving :3 (plus it makes sense)
Aww...
No fun. Although, I don't know many poisons that would work that quickly. Maybe you could have Pinkie take a bite of the cupcake and then just lay down of her own accord and slowly fade out that way? (Unless it wasn't poisoned, and she literally choked on it, of course). But it was a good story. I'm a sucker for TwiPie (totally my otp) and I think you did well with this one. If anything else, I would have shown a little more of them while Twi was alive, maybe her remembering their first date or first kiss or something, to not only make the story longer, but to let us as the readers see more of the relationship and make the ending that much more sad. ( I mean, it's sad anyway just cause Twi is dead, but you know what I mean, right?)
1281393>>1281372 While reading your comments was entertaining, I know I don't like it when people fight (and that is what it seemed like) in my story comments. Dimondium had really valid points (and dude, you're 14, really? Wow. You seem more mature than me, and I'm way older than you). And they make sense for the most part. Though I can't really think of a reason that a story would need human characters instead of ponies (in a staying in Equestria story, anyway). Biker_Dash, dude, if the author needs defended, the author can do it. They were valid questions that I wondered myself until I went back and read the AN. I almost always skip those when they're at the start of a chapter.
Feels.
You hit me right in them.
I'm just trying to figure out what "valid" points he made... From my perspective, there was none.
Sooo... Correct me if I'm wrong, but we are all here because we all like a cartoon about friendship, right? All I'm saying, not feeling the magic from you two
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Sorry about the lack of using the quote button. That was my mistake.
And on seperate opinions, you just now made a valid point, one which I should have been able to recognize on my own without having it pointed out to me.
For that, I do concede to you on this.
them feels
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I think Vash's saying was LOVE AND PEACE lol...
Wait, this is MLP:FiM, not Trigun
Thanks you guys for all your responses, positive and negative. I was looking for constructive criticism, and that's exactly what I found. I wrote this as a spur of the moment thing, so I'm not sure if I'll do something similar again. If I do, I will take all of your feedback into account. A thousand brohoofs to all those who took a moment to leave a like or dislike and a comment.
Oh, and I /did/ enjoy reading the comments
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Let's all have a moment of silence to mourn Twilight and Pinkie Pie's death.
(It was the best mouning icon I could find!)
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Oh, my God! I feel touched! I can't believe someone made a fanfiction to my picture! I'm honored! I want to thank you, and say you have made my year!
Lovsies~ Rachel Brevdo 
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No, thank you for inspiring me.