"Twilight?" Pinkie yelled into the tree house that her unicorn friend called home. Pinkie stood in the doorway, seeing a room full of lab equipment, yet devoid of any Twilight Sparkles. Pinkie knew she had to be there, somewhere. Twilight never left her lab stuff unattended.
"Twilight, are you here? Are you hiding?" Pinkie gasped. "Are we playing hide and seek?" she asked excitedly. Not hearing a response, Pinkie took the silence as a sign that Twilight was in fact, hiding. Pinkie began promptly searching the house. After looking in every place Twilight could be, Pinkie's search became desperate, and she started pouring out beakers of chemicals to see if Twilight was hiding in the small glass containers. One of the beaker's contents burned a hole through the treehouse's floor. Pinkie walked away, whistling, trying to make it seem like she didn't do it.
Much to Pinkie's confusion, her friend was nowhere to be found. The only place she hadn't checked that Twilight could possibly fit in was "Aha! The fridge."
Without a moment to lose, Pinkie made a dash for the refrigerator. She was anxious to win this game, and she pulled the door open with a shout of victory.
"Gotcha! It's my turn to hide n-" Pinkie was cut off when she saw Twilight wasn't in the refrigerator, unless the unicorn had magically turned herself into food. Considering it, Pinkie picked a carrot out of the fridge and started to examine it.
"WHAT ARE YOU?" Pinkie yelled at the carrot, hoping for a response. None came, and Pinkie shrugged. She placed the veggie back gently, just in case Twilight really did turn herself into a carrot.
Apart from the orange vegetable that she couldn't confirm nor deny was her friend, she spotted something that caught her eye. It was in a bottle, and looked kind of like a soda, but shinier. Upon picking it up with her hooves, she could see it was purple and gave off a faint light. There was also a label on the side of the bottle. It read: N'T DRINK.
"N't drink? What does that mean?" After a moment of thinking, it hit her. "Ohhh. N't must stand for 'Drink me right fucking now'. You got it, Mr Bottle." Pinkie exclaimed, popping it's top off and effortlessly chugging the liquid.
Pinkie had to admit, it didn't taste bad. After taking in the aftertaste, Pinkie closed the fridge and put the bottle on Twilight's counter. She'd had enough of raiding Twilight's fridge for one day, and had pretty much accepted defeat in this game of hide and seek. Pinkie bounced her way to the front door of the house, taking one last look around for signs of Twilight. She was nowhere to be seen.
"Okay, Twilight. I'll just be leaving now." Pinkie yelled before closing the door. A few seconds later, she swung it open again, checking to see if Twilight had come out of her hiding spot. Still, no Twilight. Pinkie closed the door again and made her way to Sugarcube Corners. She had cakes to bake and make, for goodness sake.
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Pinkie stood in the Sugarcube Corners' kitchen, looking from shelf to shelf. Like the terminator searching for prey, her eyes scanned over every ingredient, cataloging everything she needed to make some delicious cupcakes. Once Pinkie was done, she sprang into action, grabbing everything she could carry in her arms and placed them on the counter.
She put forth a large orange bowl and began. Her first step was to get a cup of flour, and add it to the mix. After the flour was added, she put in a little something sweet, not sour, and added a metric pinch of salt. Making these treats is such a sinch, she thought. She promptly inserted a teaspoon of vanilla into the bowl. She added a little more and counted to four for reasons unknown. These cakes would undoubtedly ensure that the customer never gets their filla. The treats were sure to be sweet and tasty, so long as Pinkie wasn't too hasty in their production. "Cupcakes, cupcakes, cupcakes!" Pinkie yelled in a sing-song voice, for no apparent reason.
The ecstatic pony poured the mixture into a cupcake tray, ready to be cooked. Pinkie examined her creations, admiring them, but feeling like there should be something else. She got an idea and a lightbulb formed above her head, which she then shattered. After reaching into a drawer underneath the counter, she pulled out a long, sleek samurai sword. Pinkie then pulled out a container of fresh strawberries.
Pinkie banged a hoof on the counter and four strawberries were sent into the air. In a few skilled and quick motions, Pinkie maneuvered her sword through the berries. In less than a couple of seconds, 12 neat slices of strawberry fell onto the cupcakes; one strawberry per cake.
Pinkie looked smugly at the treats and blew on the end of her sword. "You still got it, Pinkie Pie."
Pinkie then proceeded to put the cupcakes in the oven. She used the sword to scrape up some of the batter that was on the side of the bowl she used. After doing so, she walked into the living room where Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake were playing with blocks.
"Who wants to lick the swooord?" Pinkie sang melodiously. The twins smiled widely and reached their hooves in Pinkie's direction. They really wanted that sword batter. But the sword batter never came. Pinkie's sword dropped to the ground and Pinkie herself started shaking and convulsing rapidly. This wasn't her Pinkie sense. This was an entirely new feeling. It wasn't pleasant. Pinkie could barely manage a "help", before she closed her eyes and awaited the worst.
*Poof*
That wasn't the sound she expected. Her body wasn't convulsing anymore either. Opening her eyes, the twins looked dumbfounded. She began to look around the room. To her left was the door. To her right was a confused-looking pink earth pony with a puffy mane and tail.
"Woah! It's me. But it's also not me. It's a semi-me. A kinda-me, if you will."
"Hey, you look just like me." Her double said excitedly.
"Wow. Another Pinkie Pie." Pinkie yelled, before squinting her eyes suspiciously, "You aren't a meanie-pants changeling, are you?"
"A what?"
"Good enough for me." Pinkie exclaimed cheerfully. "So why are you even here?"
"Hm. I dunno. I don't remember doing anything before now. Maybe I'm a clone."
"What? That's ridiculous. You're clearly a Pinkie Pie from another dimension who's come to either be friends or destroy the Equine race. Hopefully, it's the friends part."
"I wouldn't mind being friends." The clone said with a smile.
"Okay then, it's settled. We are now best Pinkie friends. So what do you wanna do, best Pinkie friend?"
"Oh silly, we're technically the same pony. Whatever you want to do, I vicariously also want to do it."
"Oh yeah. Physics aren't really my thing."
"Mine neither." squealed the Pinkie clone.
"We have so much in common! I, for one, wanna go talk to my friends. Wait, you haven't met any of them yet. In this town, everypony's my friend."
"Hey, maybe I can make them my friends too."
"Yeah! We'll play games together, and sing together, and talk about Equestrian seperatism together."
"Girl, you are speakin' my language." The clone pony said. The two pink ponies trotted to the door, but stopped before going outside. The original Pinkie had something to ask.
"Sooo, if you're me, what am I supposed to call you."
Pinkie clone thought for a moment with a "Hmmm."
"Aha! I got it. Call me Pinkamena." She said with a wide smile.
"Okay." Pinkie said with a smile. "Pinkie and Pinkamena, on the move." The pink pony opened the door and the new compadres stepped outside to attack the day.
The fun will most certainly be doubled.
I think I'm a clone now theres always two of me justa hangin around
I think I'm a clone now theres always two of me justa hangin around
With so many Pinkies around, shenanigans are inevitable. Will be keeping an eye on this. Be warned though, randomness is not automatically funny. Ex: Pinkie pulling a samurai sword from under the table.
1382729 No worries. I know randomness is only half the battle. Random rarely equals funny unless it's used right. I'm using the sword thing to set something up for later.
One Pinkie Pie was bad enough, but this....
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Awesome.
CLONE FUCKING PINKIES UUUHHHH
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DAMN
1383111 You know what's weird? The first thing I thought when I saw that was "Damn, that dude's got a fucked up nose".
I giggled like a moron. Inb4 featured.
1383184 Inb4 featured? What's that?
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Inb4 = "in before". Basically, I came IN here BEFORE this lulz-worthy story gets featured.
I'm getting featured?
1383284 More like a prediction bro. There are stories that once get published get instantly popular (and by instantly usually withtin a 2 till 8 hour time frame, depending on how quickly it gets popular) and gets up to the magical box of featuredness!
... Sweet Celestia, I am feeling so high today...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TO MANNY THEY WILL KILL US ALL
1383128 Damn
What happens when pinkie's clones meet derpy's... Hmm... You have risen high hopes in me good sir, I expect sheer awesomeness from your story. have an exquisite day.
Let it begin.
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this is how all ponys must die
wtf star wars does not need to be associated with these gay ass ponys fags
who wants to lick the swooord?
lol
1385504 Wow. Should 2nd graders be on this website? It's "ponies", not "ponys". Learn grammar.
And now that you mention it, I think I'll make a Star Wars-Pony crossover, and call it "Star Ponies 2: Revenge of the Love and Tolerance". I'll make Jar Jar Binks the main character, too. Then I'll have an entire chapter where Jabba the Hutt makes love to Yoda, and Twilight Sparkle watches. Then I'll dedicate the story to you for giving me the idea.
Does that rustle your jimmies, Mr Troll?
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At the very least, my jimmies remain unrustled.
In fact... THIS PLEASES THE ZEBRO.
1388740 Then I have failed. *commits seppuku*
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No, see, you were trying to rustle the troll's jimmies.
My jimmies were uninvolved, hence me "at the very least" comment.
1392741 Oh, well I had no intent to rustle your jimmies. Besides, the seppuku didn't work. Forks aren't very sharp.
Pinkie Pie don't you know that clones can never be trusted?!