• Published 3rd Jan 2013
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The Girl Named Pinkie Pie - Lux

A man meets a girl who looks and acts like Pinkie Pie.

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New Job, Familiar Face

Chapter 2 – First Day, Familiar Face

You arrived at your work with thankfully a few minutes to spare so you could catch your breath. Thankfully your work is only about ten minutes away from your house, making it possible to walk to the place if need be. After getting out of the car, you stand amazed at the building before you. The place looks like a two story gingerbread house decorated with all manner of candies. You can’t help each time you see it how it reminds you of Sugarcube Corner from My Little Pony. Your mind begins to wonder what is going on with all the coincidences relating to your favorite pony. First you meet your neighbor, a girl the looks like Pinkie Pie, then your job it at a place looking like Sugarcube Corner. Even the name of the bakery, Sugar Cane Corner, was close to the name of the bakery from Ponyville.

You are happy that you are going to work at a bakery. Ever since you were a child, you were always interested in what you mother was making for dinner. You always helped her prepare the food by bring her the ingredients. You especially loved it when she baked yummy foods like cakes, pies, and cookies. To you baking was magic: taking several things that appear to not work with each other and combining them into an all new meal.

When you were a teen, you would start cooking for you family. It started small like making spaghetti, but soon you advanced to making more complex meals, including baked goods. Your parents told you that cooking was your talent and that you should pursue it. You imagined if you were a pony from the show, your cutie mark would no doubt be something like a muffin or a cupcake. After high school you went for your degree in culinary arts. It was tricky, but you thankfully had a head start. You just happened to have the fortune of a position to be opened at this bakery so you could easily get a job.

You are about to make your way across the parking lot when you stop and notice a familiar car parked nearby. It’s the pink car that the pink haired girl owned. You stare at it, examining its details. The car is kept clean on the outside, not a scratch or dirt on it. The inside is also clean except for several scraps of what look like candy wrappers littering the front passenger seat. Interesting enough there is a Pinkie Pie figure resting on the back seat, looking out the window. There is also a Pinkie Pie window decal on the small side window. You can’t help but chuckle when you look at the license plate which reads “Sweet1.”

As you make your way to the bakery, you wonder if your neighbor is actually working at the same bakery as you are. There’s still a about an hour before it opens to the public, and you can’t picture her standing out in front waiting that long. You wonder how well you would work with her. You know no job is perfect, but the attitudes of your coworkers matter. The last thing you want is to work with someone nasty or lazy.

With a deep breath, you open the door and enter the bakery. You are greeted by the two owners, who strangely enough are named Mr. and Mrs. Cake. Even stranger they, like your neighbor, look like humanized versions of the owners of Sugarcube Corner.

“So, you’re the new hire,” Mr. Cake said.

“Yes I am.”

“Well welcome to Sugar Cane Corner. You’ve met my wife and I. There’s just one more person I want you to meet. You’ll be working with her a lot. Honey, can you go fetch her?”

“Yes dear,” Mrs. Cake says as she disappears back into the massive kitchen
You wait for what seems like an eternity for the other owner to return from the back of the store with the mystery coworker. Then you see Mrs. Cake return with none other than Pinkie Pie walking from behind. Actually walking isn’t the accurate work for what the pink haired girl is doing. It’s more like skipping, her pink hair bobbing in response to each hop.

“Hi there neighbor,” she said in an excited voice, “Are you going to be working with me?”

“Yes I am.”

“Oh this is going to be so exciting! I’m so glad you found another person I could work with Mr. and Mrs. Cake. It’s been so lonely after the last one left. He left so quickly, I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye.”

“Yeah,” Mrs. Cake said with a look on her face as if pinkie was bringing up a bad memory, “Well hopefully this one will be … better suited. But I’m glad that you two have met each other before.”

“Oh don’t worry,” Pinkie replied, “I’m sure we’ll get along nicely.”

“So, are you two ready to start,” Mr. Cake asked.”

“Yes,” you and Pinkie said almost in unison.

“Ok then. Pinkie, will you show him the kitchen and have him get started? We have several things to make for the beginning of the day and a couple of birthday cakes. Today should be an easy day.”

“Okie dokie lokie,” Pinkie said as she took you by the hand and suddenly pulled you into the kitchen, barely giving you time to think.

“So here’s the big mixer, and the ovens,” the pink haired girl said while running around the kitchen at a blinding pace pointing out each item, “and the fondant maker! That’s a funny word, fondant! Oooo… and here’s the drawer with all the spoons! Oh, and my favorite thing: the icing bags! I think that you’ll be using those as well Mr. Cake caught me doing something with them.”

“Wait, what you were you doing them,” you said questioningly.

“Why squeezing the frosting out of them into my mouth of course, what did you think I was doing with them?”

“Oh… just that,” you said. Admittedly you thought of a number of possible things a girl that hyper could do with a bag of frosting, some playful and others that were a little strange.

“Oh ok,” she said, “So do you know where everything is?”

“Yeah, I think I do. I actually went to college for cooking.”

“Oh that’s so cool,” Pinkie said, “I didn’t go to college for baking, but it must be neat learning about it.”
“How did you get into baking,” you ask.

“It’s a long story,” Pinkie said, “I’ll tell you later. Anyway, we have several pies, muffins, sticky buns, and cupcakes to make. Are you ready partner?”

“Ready,” you said as you begin your first day at the bakery with the girl named Pinkie Pie.

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