> "Have we been Foal'd?"
>  by RealityWarper
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> "Wut?"
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"Have we been Foal'd?"











Chapter One: "Wut?"

"Ugh..." Yup,  that's how I started every morning. Honestly I hated getting up, but I had a job to get to. I didn't have a choice. The food didn't get to the table on it's own you know. My conscience drifted in and out of the awakening world, destroying my content state.  Where I was once so tantalizingly worshiping rest I now sought to awake my sorry self from sleeping. Yawning I turned over sleepily. I had to get up Drew too. So many things to do and so little time. Sighing I resigned myself to getting up, laying on my belly wasn't doing anything but hindering my breathing anyhow. I slowly forced open my eyes, only to notice several things.

Number one, the place was so radiant that my poor poor eyes couldn't adjust without burning my freaking eyes, forcing my pupils to shrink painfully.

Number two, last time I checked, I wasn't sleeping outside, so why is it so bright in the first place? I glanced around, bright indeed. Unnaturally so. I know I didn't go to sleep outside because I spent my day raging in World of Warcraft, those people didn't know how to turn in a flag for anything! Er, back on track...

Number three, I seemed to be in a house that wasn't my own, not only that but there seemed to be these huge towering bars of wood blocking my way out. I recognized that they looked like crib bars. I was just gonna call it a crib so I can use a bad pun at a later time. Somewhere along the lines of "Welcome to my crib yo!" Keeping a calm mind, I decided not to panic yet, panicking always came after accessing the situation at hand. Speaking of, I couldn't seem to feel my fingers. Probably fell asleep, so I just dismissed it.

Number four, everything seemed to be MUCH larger, intimidatingly so. I didn't like this at all.

I noticed a lot of things, but what picked up on my attention the most, was the little baby horse in then other part of the crib apart from me. What's even weirder is that it didn't seem much...bigger....

Than I was.

Well, uh. Crap.

Reluctantly I glanced down at my 'hands', only to find they had been replaced by hooves. These weren't my hands...

THESE WEREN'T MY HANDS!

I began to hyperventilate. My vision became foggy, I knew then at that moment I had to stop the panic attack. So it was then I took a long, deep breath, and calmly sighed. Okay, I had more on my plate to figure out. I swear, this better not end up like the last time. I'd never live that down. No matter what all my friends and neighbor say, last time it  wasn't my fault, my drink was spiked! And that lady was begging to be hit with a cake in the face! And the elephants... Oh god, the elephants. Drew wouldn't ever let me live it down. How does a monkey even have an elephant friend!? My thoughts were then interrupted by a sound.

"Ugh..." Huh, I knew that groan anywhere. It was like my own, it was Drew! But that meant he was just now awakening, and the only thing near me was that other baby horse- Er, foal if my terminology is correct. Meaning, Drew was that other foal. The foal looked familiar. Very much so. Like it came from somewhere...My Little Pony?  But, who? It didn't matter at the moment, I knew one thing. Drew was in this situation with me.

Good, I wouldn't suffer alone.

What? Misery loves company!

It took me a minute, but I had realized something, screw hands! I was a pony! And part of the Equestrian Universe! I'd go home, probably. But first, I was gonna have some fun! After all, it's not everyday you wake up in a new world! Where there's magic!  I crawled over to him, it was easy. After all, all I was doing was crawling. I decided to gently poke Drew, who peeked open an eye before closing it again and promptly ignoring me. I stood there for a minute, waiting.

The foal made no more attempts to arouse itself out of sleep. Yeah, that was Drew for you. Unlike me, he wouldn't get up, when it was time to, which is why I wake both of us up. If I don't no one ever will. I decided to initiate our morning ritual, I began awakening him.

CRACK! 

"OW!"

That was the sound of me ruthlessly punching his side with my hoof, waking him with a violent start to his soon to be rather long day.

"Ugh, whhhhhhhhyy?" My friend cried in his new high-pitched ear-torture inducing merciless voice. "It's called a gentle nudge, you should try it some time!" He tried to give me a dirty look, which failed because of two reasons. One, he was my best friend. I'd know what he would and would not do. Two, come on... A pony trying to give some one the stink eye? Not very intimidating. A looks of realization spread upon his cute little pony face.

"Dude...are you..." I awaited his no doubt unavoidable words of 'Pony'. "Pumpkin Cake?" Wait.

"Wut?"

"Yeah." He said as if telling someone the sky was blue, or that humans were real.

"Well...this isn't good. This isn't good at all...Nah who am I kidding we'll be out these bodies and into our old ones by midnight." I casually dismissed. My friend looked at me strangely.

"Does this mean that I'm Pound Cake?" He asked cautiously. I couldn't blame the guy, I'd be sad too if I didn't get magic. But he could fly, that counted, right?

Wait, Hold on.

I had magic?

BITCHIN'!

I glanced to up to look at my horn, going cross-eyed because of it. I reached up and put a hoof to my look protruding magical pole. Not like that you perverts. I could do MAGIC! And, I was a foal! Making it easy to learn magic! And I guess it should be easy because well, that one episode Pumpkin freaking magic easy! I did however note the sour look my friend gave me.

"Uh, oh uh, I mean uh,  yeah you're Pound Cake. You've got wings dude!" I exclaimed. He didn't look very impressed, he looked like he had been cheated.  But  then cheered up as soon as he thought about it, he was grateful he didn't turn into Applebloom or something. He'd been pissed then.  He hunched over, easily finding his wing muscles and began flexing them. His tiny wings twitched quickly, seemingly the control of the two foals magic was rather easy. I smiled evilly. We had magic, this was awesome. Time to cause some chaos. I looked around, it was rather bright, but that was because a light was on in the room. A quick glance  at the window told me it was dark, but it was still rather bright for  being night time. Perks of having the sun  and moon under your control I guess. I looked at the clock across the room, narrowing my eyes to see further. It was passed midnight. Did they turn the lights on for us? Wasn't likely us seeing as we were passed out a few moments ago.

The time said it was one a.m, this meant we had been passed out for awhile seeing as me and Drew had been playing World of Warcraft prior to this. We had fallen asleep around eleven 'o clock. I turned back to my best friend. time to have some fun.

"Alright dude, as you know we are cute little baby ponies. And we are POWERFUL!" I roared, which in most opinions would just be cute. He nodded at my conclusion. "We need to figure out how to use our powers for greed!" He looked at me strangely.

"What?" Once again, he failed to be impressed with my poor example of what a good person should be like. I tried to shrug, and managed it. Drew looked awed. "We're small foals, not like we expect to use them for something else. Besides, if this wont last forever I'm gonna make the best use of it damnit!" Now he looked appalled by my language as a tiny cute horsie.

"Dude, so not cool."  He shook his head disapprovingly. I sighed.

"Fine, fine. No more potty mouthing...I make no promises but I'll try." I warned him. He shrugged, surprising himself for a moment. He quickly got over it. I glanced around once more. Time to go for some more fun. You couldn't just have one area for fun after all! You had to have it everywhere! And we have time on our hands! Yes, hands. Because I refuse to confuse myself  for when I get back to our world...Well, guess I should, just incase.

"Hey, it's time to bust out this prison." I said waving a hoof to my partner in crime. He raised a brow.

"And go where?" He questioned.

I shrugged.  

"Anywhere but here." Thus began my awesome plan.

"How will we be getting out?" I rolled my eyes. Silly Drew, that was easy.

"MAGIC!" I exclaimed madly. He face-hooved. Of course, how didn't he know?

"Forgot about that." He voiced rather dryly. I grinned. Immediately, he launched up seemingly to rather easily control his wings, the magic in this world dominating the merciless bitch known as gravity. Being so small there was almost nothing to it. A wide grin spread across his face, like it grew and grew, he looked freaking happy. And I sat there, awed as he single handedly gave all  the logic in the world a big 'Fuck you'! He crosses his- err, forearms? Yes, that. He crossed his forearms triumphantly.

"AWWWW YEAH, WHO'S AWESOME!?" He exclaimed. Woah there, careful. Don't want your ego swelling up like another Pegasus we know. Though I had to admit, this was rather awesome, he had to be having the time of his life. I could tell not only by the large grin, but the zooming around the room he was doing at a neck break pace. I glanced up at my horn, I grinned. I could fly too, I just needed to know how. But for now I watched him fly across the room excited.

After a few minutes of non-stop movement on his part, he eventually glided on back down to me still smiling.

"I think it's your turn! Not caring if I didn't get super magic like you. This is epic." He posed rather dramatically, I rolled my eyes. Time to show him what unicorn-wizards could do! 

Focusing rather hard on wanting to fly like my best bro did, I suddenly felt light, like a feather. I looked down at my hoof to see that it had been engulfed with a pink glow of energy. Awww yeah, I could now perform lobotomy with telekinetic psychology! I levitated slowly off the bed, and into the air.

"Aww yeah man! You've got the power!" Drew cheered at me. I thought about it for a second.

"You're right my friend. I do have the power..." I paused. Then began to cackle evilly. Lashing out my magic at all the objects in the room and began lifting them with my telekinetic prowess. "I have ALL THE POWER IN  THE WORLD!" Right after I sent jets of fire in a tri-formation, one out of each out-stretched fore hoof, and tilted of my head and sending fire from there too, setting the floor and anything caught with it on fire. Which then got caught everything, of course. Nothing in the room was safe except my bro, who grinned at my enthusiasm. For he too knew what must be done! He flew next to me cackling along with me. 

"MUWHAHAHAHA!" We cackled together, loud enough to wake the dead. This was because I used a spell to amplify our lungs and give them an echo. Everything was dark, except the light of the fire which kept the dark outside at bay. I was pretty sure we had fangs at that moment.

"What's going on here?" 

Uh oh.

Right in the doorway was Pinkie Pie herself, looking at us with a downright shocked and fearful face.

Me and Drew looked at each other.

"Busted." "Busted." We said together.

> "Dude'et-"  *WHACK* "OUCH!"
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"Have we been Foal'd?"



Chapter 2: "Dude'et-"  *WHACK* "OUCH!"

Pinkie Pie stared at us, both of us were just laughing manically, hovering in the air in a room filled with fire at One 'o clock in the morning. Needless to say she stood there for a second slack jawed.

"P-Pumpkin! Pound! What do you think you're doing!?" She asked fearfully. This was gonna be trouble.

"Pinkie!" We both exclaimed turning toward her, seeing our faces calmed her down slightly, but the fire calmed for no one. Just like I trained it! Muwhahahaha!

Suddenly, I knew only pink.





I had blinked, and in that time span of me blinking, everything that was on fire sat unscorched, perfect even. We were back in our cribs and had bottles of milk in our mouths. Everything was, prior to our destruction of the room, back to normal. Hell, I think the clock was set back to exactly One o' clock like before too! I pulled the bottle out my mouth, and turned to my bro to see if he was seeing the same thing. Sure enough, he looked awed as I did. My jaw dropped. As did the bottle in my mouth.

"Ay caramba." I said in a high pitched voice much like Pewdiepie's. I looked once more, only to see Pinkie gone. It was then I noticed that something caught my bottle. There, was Pinkie Pie smiling gently but tired at me. Understandable seeing it was the middle of the night. BUT THAT WAS BESIDE THE POINT, SHE JUST MOVED FASTER THAN I THOUGHT WAS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE!- Then again, this was Pony Land. Physics pretty much just threw itself out the window and into reality's loving embrace.

"That sure was a close one Pumpkin Cake! Be a good little girl for Auntie Pinkie and try not to use magic for awhile, you must feel exhausted! Twilight, the most powerful pony I know can't cast an elemental spell without being tired after!" Pinkie elaborated. I blinked, oh really? I didn't feel tired in the slightest. Then again, no one knew how volatile a baby pony's magic was. And certainly not  I, who until a few minutes ago thought magic was fake.

Well, this must have came from the fact that-

Wait, hold on. What did she just say?

"What'd you just say?" I asked cautiously. Pinkie seemed to only have heard gibberish, and continued.

"Maybe you'll grow up to be a powerful mare like Celestia!" She said with pure pride in her eyes, while beaming widely. It was at that moment my pride shattered.

"What." I said blankly. I turned to my best bro. "Dude, I think she just called me a chick." I said with a furrowed brow. My bro  remained silent for a few seconds before he spoke up.

"Uh, dude. You're Pumpkin Cake currently." Well shit. I forgot about that part. My man-hood for magic...A fair trade off universe. While I was sad Daniel.Jr was no longer among us, I found solace however, in the fact that I was a baby pony. I wouldn't be using it as a pony, and certainly not a baby pony anyway. Wait, I was wearing a freaking diaper anyway. That's uh...okay? Not sure if good, or bad news.

"Oh, right. Damn..." He couldn't blame me for cursing. Even if it was temporary, I had lost my manhood. You will be missed Daniel.Jr. "Oh well, I got magic." I smirked. He rolled his eyes. Pinkie moved over to Drew.

"And don't think I forgot about you Pound Cake! I've never seen my little nephew move so fast! Rainbow Dash would be impressed and I think-" Hold on, I'll have to cut her monologue sort, as I was still silently weeping over the lost of Daniel.Jr. It was a sad day to be me. But I would rise over this. I had magic. All would be fine and-

Holy shit did this mean no more beer or smokes? NO! NO NO NO!

"DUDE WE CAN'T HAVE FUN FRIDAY ANYMORE!" I spat out, completely cutting of what Pinkie Pie was about to say. I'm devastated.  No more twenty one and older things. This was bad.

"...What?...No- this can't be happening...This has to be a joke. A horrible bad played out hallucination. " Drew denied. But I shook my head. It was all real. IT WAS HORRIBLE!

"NOOOOOOO!!!" We both screamed simultaneously. We seemed to do that alot.

Pinkie panicked and started trying to make funny faces to calm us down, this of course didn't stop our panic. So she moved on to reasoning. Smart girl.


"Oh no! No no no! What's the matter!? Did I say something!?" Poor Pinkie, she  just didn't know. She zipped off  for  a second and down the hall, coming back with a bag of flour.An exaggerated grin was stretched upon her muzzle in a feeble attempt to calm us down. When this failed she held the flour over her head, almost if threatening to tilt it over. She looked tired, and seemingly sad, this was proved by her tear rimmed eyes, and not just because of us. Nay, Pinkie was best Pony in my opinion, this wouldn't stand.

'Don't think I wont do it!" She indeed threatened, smiling widely. A tired smile, but a smile nonetheless. A hint of warmness in her eyes for us. My eyes widened, she wouldn't dare do it would she? But, I had seen the show enough to know that she indeed would, before I could hold out a hoof and tell her to stop she already had poured the flour on her, he grin turned to a  hopeful smile. I chuckled, a ghost of a smile upon my face. Okay, I had to admit. That was a little funny. Drew sat to my left, the same type of smile etched upon his face. It was kinda funny. Pinkie Pie fell to her haunches sighing relived. She looked more tired than I originally thought. Something was wrong, but it wasn't like I could go up to Pinkie and start asking questions because she likely didn't understand me. And besides, giving away I could talk would be almost no different than me going up to her and saying: "Hi I'm a Daniel, I'm going to give myself away to scientific researchers because I'm a DUMBASS". Yeah, not a risk I'm willing to take even if I could talk. I can however fly over to her and give her a comforting hug.

Hold on.

I was about to hug Pinkie Pie. One of the Mane 6.

If I died at this moment, I would have died a happy pony person.

The creepy smile adorning my face must have creeped Drew out. He looked at me strangely. Did I mention I probably looked really creepy? A smile like this didn't belong on anypony. Let alone a foal. I guess Pinkie thought the same, because looked at me oddly herself.

"Come on you two, you can tell me what's the matter! Auntie Pinkie is good for it!" She chirped happily, but there was that underlining tiredness under her eyes that suggested recent crying.

Pinkie Pie suddenly found herself on a receiving end of a hug, from both Drew and I. We wrapped our limbs around  her sides. Drew from left, and I from right. Where she smiled, this one was a small real smile. A few tears leaked out her eyes.

"Aww, thanks you two. You're so sweet. I needed a hug after the day I've had." She leaned down nuzzling our heads. It was at that moment, I had known, this wasn't a hallucination. Not a dream, none of that. And Pinkie really was here, infront of me. This was all really happening. The full gravity of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Holy crap. we're actually here and don't have any idea how to get back in our bodies." I said out loud to no one specific. Drew shot me a dirty look from his side of Pinkie. I looked downright shocked to the core. "And I don't know where the original owners of these bodies are."

"You think? You're just now getting it?" He shook his head. I was about to say something when I was cut off by the feeling of Pinkie Pie rubbing a hoof on our heads.

"Something must have spooked you good to get you to react like that, I wonder what it was that could have done something like that." She thought to herself idly. it's not like it would really matter though. She shook her head, disregarding it. "Would you two like to sleep in my room tonight? I'm sure the cakes wouldn't mind." She asked, seemingly to keep an eye on us. However, there was hope in her eyes. She didn't want to be alone tonight. Something really bad must have happened to make her this sad. Yikes. We did however answer her by continuing to cling to her pony self. Standing up without a problem, she then made her way out the room with us, turning out the light before she did so.





Getting into Pinkie's room. she sat us down on her bed. Oh my god, there was Pink everywhere.

"Now, I'll be right back. Stay here for Auntie Pinkie, and um...try not to destroy her room?" She asked hopefully. We both nodded, allowing her to part on her business. After the closing of her door, me and the best bro turned to each other.

"Whoa that was weird. Wonder why the most happy pony in all of Equestria is sad." Drew half asked, half told me. I shrugged. 

"I don't know. But she looked too sad. I swear if someone did something they're gonna find out what a death ray is really capable of." I warned. Drew nodded with a grin.

"So...Dude." He paused, gaining a smirk upon his face. No, he'd better not. "Oh, I'm sorry." he continued. I glared at him. "Dude'et-"

WHACK!

"OUCH!"

I had whacked him across the head with my hoof, irked. He grinned regardless though.

"Worth it. So then, now we wait for Pinkie. Wonder where she went." He wondered, I was still irked, but not murderous. But he had a point, I wonder where she went to. Soon the door opened, and in came Pinkie with-

A TRAY OF COOKIES AND MILK!

BITCHIN'!

Sure enough there was a cookie tray that was on her back, she carried it with a smile. She sat it down.

"So you two, wanna tell Auntie Pinkie what's wrong? " Pinkie asked softly, not at all hyper like how I thought she would. Yup, she was sad for some reason and I don't even know why. At least, not at the moment.

"I should be saying that to you." I accused. She blinked seemingly understanding some of what I said. She smiled wider.

"You said something! Other than my name!" Pinkie beamed. And shook her head, and we ate our cookies and milk. After, she laid in her bed, and opened up a spot on each side, in which we took them up, and laid against her yawning. It was time to sleep, cookies make me feel fat and I have a full belly and things to think about. Drew and Pinkie were already asleep. but I had time to think and put it to use.

"Something tells me we're here for a reason other than destruction and greed...." I sighed.

It then ocurred to me I'd be stuck in this world for god knows how long without my man-hood.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"
> "I see your point."
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"Have we been Foal'd?"





Chapter Three: "I see your point."

After my initial over reaction over the loss of my manhood (and a small bit of sanity), I had some time to think to myself. I had thought for a long minute about everything that's happened in the past thirty minutes. That's right, thirty minutes. First of all, I tried to recall what REALLY happened. Something was off, I'm missing a huge piece of something. And I'm not talking about Daniel Jr. No, what got me, was the huge dent in my memory. I know before I was playing World of Warcraft. But one does not simply fall asleep in a battle ground. I can understand farming, but not in Player vs Player. It just doesn't happen. Especially not in a call to arms.

I think something went wrong. I had thought about another thing, I had never seen an elemental spell used in the show, but I imagine it has to be hard. Once again, I had seen few spells, but it's like there's a whole library in my head. I hadn't seen elemental spells, no , but in the show Pumpkin Cake had used a spell that let her walk through walls. Spells like that should be way too hard, yet it was done. When I used the spell earlier, it didn't feel like the magic used came from me, no it felt like it came from literally nowhere. Which even by laws of magic didn't make sense.

Like that one show, Full Metal Alchemist I think? It's stated there must always be equivalent exchange, and there SEEMED to be none. What did this mean? I needed answers, and I needed them now.

I glanced at the clock, it was Two A.M. I spent some thinking time. And I still didn't have any answers, so many strange happenings.

Why was Pinkie Pie sad?

Why were Drew and I here?

Why am I able to use high level elemental magic with no cost?

Why am I Pumpkin Cake? Why not some other pony?

Was I part of some bad fanfiction?

What is the meaning of life?

When do we go home?

Who dropped the soap?- Err, I mean who brought us here?

WAS I PART OF SOME BAD FANFICTION!?

I must look weird, here I am, a foal with a pondering expression. That didn't belong on one as young as this body. I couldn't sleep, but I sure as hell couldn't get up and leave. I'd worry Pinkie half to death. And she already looked stressed. You know, I couldn't get up Drew either. I guess I could wander around the Cake's house for a bit. It technically was mines too. I attempted to wiggle out of Pinkie's grasp. I managed but she seemed to be grabbing for me in her sleep. She must have really liked me being there. I took the nearest pillow in the room and put it in her grasp where it was immediately grabbed by her hoof, and stuffed in my original position.

Smiling I began to crawl away, planning on exploring the house-

Wait she did what with her hoof?

Sure enough, she grabbed the pillow, with her hoof somehow.

And I'd never want to know how that worked.

Crawling in the dark wasn't very fun by any meaning of the definition, I hit my head at least three times on random tables. Why would anyone even have this many tables? It wasn't even needed! Sighing I decided to go with a new tactic, I lit my horn with a basic illumination spell.

This ended up helping greatly. as I could see everything now. Spotting the bathroom, or what I assumed to be the bathroom since in the crack of the door if I glanced hard enough I could see porcelain. I crawled very carefully, upon reaching the door I gently pushed it open. It was empty, good. I didn't wanna see a pony on the toilet anyway. And certainly not what's supposed to be my parents. Crawling into the bathroom I stood upright carefully, hopping up to the doorknob I closed it from the inside. I let go, tumbling down in a somersault landing in a tangled pile of limbs for a second, before I shook myself free. I glanced around the clean bathroom, before crawling to the cabinet. There at the top was a mirror. I tried getting back upright and hopping, flailing my hooves as if hoping that'd somehow help. It didn't for the record.

Pondering how I could get up there and see my reflection, I came up with yet another brilliant idea. Magic.

I concentrated for a split second before being covered in a pink light, and being levitated to the top of the counter, where there sat myself. Or more accurately Pumpkin Cake.

Do you know how weird it is to have another body all of your life, then you look into a mirror and see a different figure? It's creepy. Rather unsettling. Though, one think had changed  that had not been in the show.

Where Pumpkin's eyes before had been an cobalt blue, mines were pink. Which begs the question, why? That wasn't correct. Something was wrong with this too. It explained why my magic was pink though. One question answered and another to be had.

Yay.

Pinkie didn't seem surprised though, and she would have known this ahead of time right? Maybe only I could see that my magic was different. I'd have to ask Drew later. Eh, I know I'm asking a lot of questions, but I'm breaking the habit. Wow, I really need to stop making those jokes.

Looking down I noticed I was quite high, heights didn't bother me so I was okay. I carefully jumped down, and by carefully I mean I sprawled across the floor painlessly. Thank Celestia. When I stood up, I telekinetically opened the door with my magic. Not even sparing a thought to why I didn't do that before. Leaving out the bathroom I crawled down the hallway to the stairs. Now I wasn't afraid, but I'm not an idiot. Going down the stairs with these limbs? Not happening! However upon glancing down the hall to my left, I spotted a chair....

Hmm...





"WOOT!" I cheered as I found myself flying around the store using my magic while sitting on a chair, basic science! Muwahahaha! I flew in circles giggling merrily as I did so. I never knew how fun this could be! It's like when you first try sledding, dangerous, but awesome! The chair was only as big as I was. It was one of those baby feeding chairs. I stopped the circles for a minute before flying to the kitchen with my new 'Automobile'. Upon reaching the kitchen, I used both my hooves to open the freezer door. Let's see...what do we have?

Ice cream, Frozen Cake, Ice cream, more ice cream. There seemed to be a lot of ice cream. That or I was ignoring everything in favor of the ice cream. To be fair it had been two hours since I last had some! Grabbing the whole bucket of ice cream with magic, I then zipped out the kitchen still in my chair. Opening the bucket, I clicked the lights off in the kitchen. I then stuffed my face in the bucket attempting to freeze myself into next week with sugary goodness. I sent ice cream all over the place not even attempting to be clean.

Click.

The light's had flipped on, I dropped the ice cream bucket surprised. 

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed. Oops, potty mouth.

Right there in the doorway of the kitchen was Mrs.Cake herself, looking at me shocked. Please tell me you didn't hear that!

"Pumpkin! What are you doing down here this late eating ice cream?" She looked deathly afraid, well I'd be too if my child was up in the middle of the night in the kitchen raiding for ice cream. But then I'd join them after telling them off for not getting me too.

Hey, she didn't notice my slip of the tongue!

SAFE!

Time to lay this on thick.

"Mama!" I tried to play the innocent role. It seemed to pay off fine as her eyes lit up with happiness.

"That's right Pumpkin, it's Mommy!" She cooed at me. "Come on, we have to get you cleaned up." She picked me up out of my awesome chair, glancing around at the mess I made. "I'll er, get this later." She dismissed. Yes! Then again, I don't really think I can get in trouble, I'm a foal and 'Don't know any better'. She placed me on her back and began the trot upstairs, she looked to be confused though. And not just because I was up, but probably the chair downstairs too. Like how I got in it. Taking me back to the bathroom she grabbed a towel with her mouth and wiped my face clean.

"Aww, look at my precious little girl! Nice and clean." She looked me in my eyes and blinked. "I could have sworn your eyes flashed pink." She said puzzled. I glanced back at the mirror. My eyes were still the same color of pink. "Well, pink or blue your little eyes are still cute." She 'assured' me. Patting me gently with a hoof she picked me up by my diaper. Whoa, not cool Mom. I flailed a little. She only chuckled. "Come on Pumpkin." She trotted off down the hall into my room, not turning off the light as she went. She put me back in my crib.

"Alright, now you don't move. Mommy will be right back, I need to find Pound Cake, he wasn't in the room with Pinkie anymore." I blinked. That was weird, Drew must have gone looking for me. Mrs.Cake left, and in about two minutes came back with a cake covered Drew. He had a wide grin on his face. Mrs.Cake shook her head.

"What am I going to do with you two?" She said silently to herself. Well, there were multiple things you COULD do, but I'm sure you wouldn't. She glanced at the clock, as did I. And saw that it was 4:30 am. Oops, guess I spent a lot more time flying than I thought. She began wiping the cake on his face off.

"Drew, when did you get up?" I asked turning to him. He shrugged.

"About a minute after you went downstairs and start flying on that chair." He elaborated. I blinked.

"And you weren't going to let me know you were there?" I asked baffled. He shook his head.

"You looked like you were having too much fun flying like that." He grinned widely. I rolled my eyes.

Mrs.Cakes looked at us happily. all she heard was gibberish baby speak. but thought it was cute that it seemed like we were talking. She sat down a bottle of milk each in the crib for us.

"Mommy is going to go back to sleep now, you two be good and stay in your crib." She then trotted off, back to her room leaving the light on in the room for us. Oh, so that was why it was on early.

"Well then, did you discover anything? You know, besides how much you can stuff your face." Drew smirked at me. I scoffed once more.

"You're one to talk you hypocrite." I raised a brow. "Or do I not recall correctly your face being smeared with cake." I accused him. He raised his hooves into the air in a mock surrendering position.

"Okay okay, you caught me. But really dude, did you find out something?" He asked me curiously. I shrugged.

"Not a thing, besides the fact I can fly a chair awesomely." I cheekily grinned. Smirking himself he looked around the room.

"Well, we got about five hours to burn, it was kinda ill responsible of her to just leave us here." He pointed out.

"She looked rather tired, I doubt she'll remember much of this in the morning. She wasn't even coherent really." I told him with yet another casual shrug. He looked thoughtful.


"I guess so. Well, what do you suggest we do?" He asked.

"I dunno, try not to burn up the room this time?" I suggested.

"Sounds like work."

"It is, but we won't end up orphans if we don't do it." I pointed out. He nodded.

"You're right." He admitted.

We spent a few minutes playing with our respective abilities. I managed to actually create a blade made of magic extending from my hoof.

"Look! This is awesome!" I exclaimed excitedly. He looked surprised, lifting my hoof up and examining the blade with a critical eye.

"I see your point." The crappy puns was strong with this one. I began jabbing my blade at the opposite direction of him, turning my back, testing out the blade.

"What're you doin' boy?" He asked in a funny voice. I shrugged.

"Testing my blade." I announced to him.

"I've got an idea!" I beamed. He raised a brow.

"What?" He asked. Suddenly my hoof flashed brightly, and I no longer had control of the flow of the magic. "Is it supposed to do that?" He asked fearfully.

"Eeeenope." I admitted swallowing nervously. Suddenly a flash of life engulfed us. Once again, we knew only pink. This time isn't wasn't Pinkie though.
> "BITCHIN!"
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"Have we been Foal'd?



Chapter Four: "BITCHIN'!" 





There was nothing, there had never been anything, there never would be anything. Here, lied only darkness. Darkness further than the eye could see. Wider than the mind could comprehend. Not unlike space.

Here, for miles, there was but darkness, where my small body floated. I saw nothing, and knew I never would. I was a creature of darkness too right?

Here, was the void. There was nothing to be found in the void. Just more darkness.

Here in the void, there was no light. No light can escape a black hole. That was void, that was void magic. Here there was nothing. Being here is the same as not existing.

As I floated on for what seemed to be an eternity, I paused as I spotted something.

I had spotted something, in the void.

Unfeasible.

Yet, there before me, hovering in the void ,was a mirror. 

What is this sorcery? 

I glided onward to it, wanting to see if the mirror was real. Maybe I could see myself? How did I know what a mirror was? So many questions...Maybe this mirror can answer me? Or at least my questions.

As I peered into the mirror, I found myself just gazing at it. It seemed to not show my reflection.

Did this mirror work?

For some reason that sounded rather silly.

But the question still stood if it worked or not?

I extended my hoof out at the mirror, touching it. Maybe something would happen?

The feeling of something on my hoof felt foreign, it seems like it had been forever since the last time I had physical contact with anything. The mirror's surface was smooth, just as it should be. After all it was just a mirror. Suddenly, a light flashed from the mirror!

The light shun brightly, holding even the dark void at bay somehow, I floated infront of the mirror with a confused looked. I didn't understand how that was even possible. The mirror never stopped shining. It just kept glowing, I felt as if the answers lied with that mirror, within that light.

Good.

I needed some light shed upon my situation.

As I had glided further to the mirror, I saw my reflection.

There, was a foal. A foal that was a deep purple. My pupils were a neon white. While my sclera was composed of a completely dark shade of black. My eye color however was also a neon white. My mane color was a completely solid black, and ethereal. Just floating.

As I pressed my hoof against the mirror, I gazed at it harder, it had to have the answers, right?

As I gazed harder, as if truly expecting something. And something did.


FLASH.

Suddenly, wind whipped all around me, even my mane blew backwards, the wind coming from the mirror was strange. But when I looked at the mirror, I no longer saw the odd little foal, but another. I knew who it was.

It was me, but it wasn't. That was Pumpkin Cake.

Behind Pumpkin Cake, there was what seemed to be a realm of endless magic, blue as far as I could see. The place itself seemed as if anything that had to breath in it, would breath magic. But it wasn't just regular magic there. There were so many realms I could see, behind Pumpkin Cake, there were different realms with endless magic. Dark magic, light magic, chaos magic, all of them, any sort of magic I could think of was there behind her in endless supply. Where she was, it was black, like my place. But it seemed more like space than the void. But behind her were galaxies, composed of endless magic.

Pumpkin Cake smiled at me, she waved as if seeing a friend she hadn't seen in a long time. I was a creature of the dark, but I was also lonely in this dark endless place. I reached out the Pumpkin Cake, wanting a friend after all this time.

The mirror cracked. Then there was a flash of pink magic. Reminding me of something...

Wait, where was I?





I snapped my eyes open, gasping for air as I had awoke.

"Whoa, that was freaky." I muttered, I didn't really get it. Maybe it was some sort of message. Or maybe that ice cream I at last night had been sprinkled with mushrooms...Then again, ice cream from hallucinations can't do that.

Well, better get prepared to get up Drew so we could get to work.

Only to find I was in a crib.

Crap, that wasn't a dream then.

The strange thing though, was that I could feel the link. All that magic in one place was beautiful, a true work of art. Something that a human could never obtain. Peering around the room, I looked for Drew who was already woke with a pondering expression. I smiled.

"Hey Drew." I greeted with a smile. He glanced over at me, a small smile on his thoughtful face.

"Yo." He waved a hoof toward me, which I returned the gesture back.

As I looked around the room, I noticed it was bright.And not because the light in our room was on.The windows let in luminescence too, bathing us in the warm sunlight. Meaning it was the morning. I confirmed this by looking at the clock, according to it, it was Ten A.M. That probably meant that Mrs.Cake and Mr.Cake would be up soon. Speaking of Mr.Cake I hadn't seen him last night. Odd. I turned to Drew to say something to him, when I noticed he was already staring at me. I leaned back a little freaked.

"Whoa, what's up dude?" Drew blinked seeing he was caught, but merely shook his head.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about the dream I had." He told me softly. Wow, it must have had a real impact.

Wait. Drew was up before me?

What is this sorcery?

Before I could turn around and begin assaulting him with words and accuse him of not being Drew, the door to our room opened. And in walked in Mrs.Cake and Pinkie Pie.

"Morning you two!" She sung out in a sing along tune. Wow, she had a good singing voice. Then again, almost everyone in Equestria did, so I really shouldn't be too surprised. "Mommy is here to take you downstairs to get something to eat, then we can take a walk in the park! How does that sound?" She asked us with a smile upon her muzzle. Our cheers answered her as we were eager to get something to eat and get outside.

"I even got some cupcakes downstairs for you two! But you have to wait until lunch!" WHAT!? WAIT UNTIL LUNCH FOR ONE OF PINKIE'S CUPCAKES!?

The world isn't fair.

Then again, I'm here in Equestria. so the world is more than fair to me.

Drew looked like he shared my opinion, then again Drew always had my back. He looked a little spooked by something though. Pinkie Pie trotted over and picked us both up with her teeth, gently tossing us on her back. Where we cheered once more. For different reasons than she thought.

We were freaking riding Pinkie Pie. Who else could say they did that?

Wait, that came out wrong.

I started to drool as I thought about food, I could always eat more food. Pinkie Pie glanced back at us. Whoa, that's a flexible neck. She smiled at us, seemingly more cheery than last night. Much actually.

"Somepony must be hungry!" Drew was more thoughtful than anything else.

"No but seriously dude, that's wrong with you?" I asked as we reached the bottom of the stairs. He shook his head.

"I told you it's just about that dream." He assured me, I frowned though. That had to be a seriously bad dream. I rubbed my chin thoughtfully with a hoof. The scent of pancakes flooded my nose and both my and Drew's attention snapped to the food infront of us. There was pancakes, muffins and some porridge. Hell, in the corner of my vision I spotted something else.

It looked like...gray meat?

It was bacon!

They even had artificial bacon!

BITCHIN'!

My mouth was watering as I looked at all the food before me. But I felt like there was something missing.

Where was Mr.Cake?

I looked around, not finding him I turned to Mrs.Cake.

"Daddy!" I squealed trying to peel information from them. Mrs.Cake winced.

"Uhh, Daddy went on a trip for awhile." She explained hastily. I blinked. Wow, he left without saying good bye. GG. Well, I'd worry about it later.

She sat me at my baby feeding chair.

Wait, what?

I could feed myself!

"Here comes to Chu Chu train!" Mrs.Cake exclaimed, making stupid sound effects with her mouth using the spoon. Porridge was upon thy spoon.

SLAP.

I had knocked the spoon out of Mrs.Cake's hoof.

"No!" I exclaimed, folding my arms and pouting with a frown. Mrs.Cake picked up the spoon from the table. Rubbing her head with a hoof looking confused.

"What's the matter my little angel? Don't you like porridge?" She asked. I felt bad for slapping the spoon out her hand now. But I could eat my own self!-

With my hooves. That I didn't know how to use.

Derp.

Reluctantly I opened my mouth. Mrs.Cake gently spoon fed me the porridge. I swallowed the porridge. That strangely tasted like blue berry oatmeal.

Not bad.

A whole bowl of porridge later, I was full. But not full enough to not eat that bacon. I think there was something in that porridge. It was a lot more filling than it should have been. Chuck it up to magic maybe. That seems to always be the answer around here. Mrs. Cake had gone to grab the stroller.

"Hey Daniel?" Huh, Drew called me. Probably should answer back.

"Yeah Drew?" I asked curiously. He shifted for a second.

"Do you want to go home?" Oh, that's what he was worried about?

"Well, I'm unsure how to answer that." I replied truthfully. I really didn't know what I'd like to do.

"Oh, okay." He deflated. Aww, didn't like to see him like this.

"That's for future Drew and Daniel to worry about. Not ours." I smiled at him, he needed to get with the program. I was gonna milk this for all it's worth.

He nodded, appreciatively. Well, with that out the way there was only one thing to do. EAT THE BACON BRAH!

I levitated the bacon to me with my magic and ate the whole thing in one go. Oh god, it even had the grease taste! Without the actual grease! I grinned widely and Drew rolled his eyes.

"Well I think that counts as cannibalism, because you sure are a pig." He quipped at me, the hypocrite.

I snorted at him, if only to prove his point. He snickered at me.

"Oink oink fatty." He quipped again. I rolled my eyes.

"Look who's talking, fatty fatty two by four can't fit through the kitchen door!" I grinned after my rather bad joke. It was his turn to roll his eyes. It was then that Mrs.Cake returned with the strollers. She wiped both out faces clean with a napkin, then put us in said stroller. Pinkie Pie gave us both a pair of sunglasses for the bright sun. I felt like a bad ass. Someone else moving me, feeding me, and I get sunglasses and get to be with my best friend the whole time. I AM A KING!

We then journeyed out the door, and into the outside work.

"Here we come Equestria!"
> "Oh my god, this cannot be."
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"Have we been Foal'd?



Chapter 5: "Oh my god, this cannot be."





Doritos.

Yes, as in the the chips. That's what I was craving for right now. They were delicious triangles of symmetrical goodness, very much a good way to even pass time, should you not be hungry, they didn't fill anything up unless you had them in large quantities. Yeah, I know I just had some food and I was a fatty for wanting some more, but I have a good reason.

The pony that was walking beside our stroller, pushing her own child, had a triangle cutie mark. And I couldn't think of anything besides a Dorito that had such a symmetrical shape with any value!

Grinning widely at the prospect of actually getting a Dorito was absolutely fantastic! My mouth was watering as I gazed at the cutie mark on the mares flank, at the moment I was considering getting up and going to just get a small lick...

Suddenly a dull pain on my shoulder got my attention. My gaze drifted from my shoulder, to my best friend. Who probably was the offender, who does he think he is? Inflicting pain upon my wondrous shoulder!? I gave him the stink eye, to which he replied with a hoof in my face, it was all up in my grill yo'.

Groaning he took back his hoof, which was a great choice seeing as I was about to bite it! He looked at it muttering sadly, which caught my attention, a sad Drew is not a good one, I raised a brow, waiting for an elaboration. Then remembered that this is Drew we were talking about, so I spoke up myself.

"Hey Bud, what's wrong?" I asked him very carefully. He turned to me, with a pout on his face, waving his hoof once more in my face. Whatever that was supposed to achieve.

"I'm trying to flip you off, but I can't because I lack the fingers for it." He sighed, being the Rarity Drama Queen he was. I scratched my chin with my hoof in wonderment, I hadn't really thought about the whole no more middle finger thing. Then again, we used more than finger for flipping people the bird.

"Well, I'm pretty sure the gesture would be lost here." I told him with a frown. He scoffed.


"I'm not aiming for the ponies. I'm aiming for you."


"Hm, good point."


"Look, anyway dude. You were ogling that mare's flank. I didn't know you were a dirty little clopper..." He glowered at me.


"Whoa, dude no. I was just looking at the dorito cutie mark she had!"


"Are you sure you're not wanting the goods? Sure are droolin'..."

I groaned, turning away from the idiot. Looking back to where the mare was, only to see she had gone far up ahead. I was disappointed since I wouldn't be able to actually find out if there was a cutie mark for making Doritos...


I knew one thing though, this whole stroller thing was already getting boring. And if there was one thing I hated more than anything else that would be boredom.

I decided that we'd be leaving the stroller today, I had, had enough. It was time to venture.

Drew agreed with me, I knew that twinkle in his eyes any day.





After a quick illusion spell we had been off, hopping out the stroller before she had even knew it. Mrs.Cake thought we were still with her. And if the timer on the illusion was set at three hours, we'd be fine.

If not we were boned.

Walking down the road, we could see tons of ponies gathered up, walking at their leisure and doing their task. The street was bustling with activity, every one of these cheerful ponies were like little children, innocent and happy. Yet the adults were still mature in a sense, from their experiences. It was a rather magical sight. No one was violent, or grumpy.

Just, beautiful.

We found ourselves at Ponyville's market district, where ponies of all sorts were trying to sell their things.


"Buy my things!"

Yeah, some of them literally said that. Clearly they weren't all that versed in the subtle sales.


On the other hand, for some reason ponies were still "buying their things!", despite poor salesman ship. It was pretty pathetic to watch. Drew stood beside me with a raised brow, not really seeming to believe what he was seeing, then both of his brows lifted when he saw people(or ponies more accurately) actually purchased stuff from whatever owner.


"Uhh..." Drew started off,  "I don't think that they're-"


"I know, I thought the same, but since we're here how about we actually, you know. Do something. I'm pretty sure that  we don't wanna walk around though, you know, the whole short stubby small legs.... We need some sort of mobile transportation..." I glanced around, my small but keen pony eyes sharply taking in the detail of our surroundings, until I spotted something near a garbage dump in an alley. In perfect condition mind you. It was an ordinary, everyday...

Chair.

Drew and I looked at each other with knowing looks for a second.






Drew and I soared through the air at a break neck pace, our mouth billowing in the wind from the sheer amount of force we were going through to get to our destination. We were using a rope we found in the alley as seat belts as well, we flew over the clouds so no one could actually see two foal's flying on a dangerous chair applied by one of said foals with unstable magic.

"So, I found a bit on the ground worth about one hundred of them!" Drew exclaimed. Though I didn't hear what he said over the gale of wind going through my ears."

More wind billowed past us, all the clouds were a blur. Whipping at us harshly, the wind threatened to throw us off course and into a cloud. I could barely hear the tiny child voice that was Drew, not with all this wind in my ears I couldn't.

"WHAT!?" I tried to ask him while keeping my eyes and magic focused on the- err, road? More like an invisible air path, but uh...whatever I guess. I tried not to distract myself, not with driving...

What? I was irresponsible, but I was always a good driver! Safety first damnit! I knew safety. My friend died in a car accident, and I'd never actually get over it.

"I SAID I FOUND SOME MONEY ON THE GROUND EARLIER!" He screamed in my ear, and the wind was so loud I almost missed it.

"ARE YOU THINKING WHAT I'M THINKING!?" I asked Drew. excitedly

"BACON!?" He asked back with raised brows.

"YEAH MAN!" I screamed over the harsh winds. Drew grinned, when suddenly the coin he was holding up almost slipped out his grasp. No wait, it did.

Luckily I caught it with my magic!

That harsh wind wanted me booty. But my booty was my own! I love my booty so much I could kiss it!

Err- I meant the loot we found of course. Technically Drew found it.

But hey, details, details.

We were gonna get some bacon!

As we blasted through the air at super sonic speed(not really), we lowered our selves down so we could see the ground below us, instead of clouds.

"I'm telling you- that's not a bacon stand! It looks like one, but it's for carrots!"

"And I'm telling you, I don't care! When I get down there- IT'S GONNA BE BACON!" I yelled back at Drew who scowled at me, "Besides! How would you know that's not it!"

"I HAVE PEGASUS VISION!"

Oh yeah, I forgot about that.

"Seems legit," I told him.

"WHAT!?"

"SEEMS LEGIT!" I screamed over the damn wind. He sage nodded at me, and pointed his hoof down at a random place. Said place turned out to be a acre, Applejack's to be specific.

"What? That's Applejack's farm! How in the hell would be get bacon there?-," My eyes widened. "-We're gonna kill their pigs for bacon!? Think about the ponies dude!" I gasped aghast.

"What?- No! I meant there, idiot!"

My eyes trailed to his hoof, and down to where he was pointing, which was Twilight's Library.

"Okay, now how the hell would we get bacon at Twilight's place!? You know, it's a library, not a damn meat slaughter house."

"Well then we'd have to go back home and into Pinkie's basement for that." Drew said sarcastically.

"DON'T SAY THAT!" I demanded him, he snickered.

"No, but seriously. They don't really sell bacon in stands here. Unethical and all that." He raised a good point, but still. Where was he going with this?

"Okay, say they don't sell it, why Twilight's Library then?"

"Remember dude! You have magic! You can conjure up some bacon if you learn how!"

Wait, what?

"Wat?"

"Yeah dude, conjure food! You know, like mages! They have tons of books a the library and just have to have a book about conjuring somewhere! Think about it! Endless bacon- OH MY GOD DUDE, ENDLESS BACON!"  He gasped as the realization hit him like a giant spider swatted him.




"OH MY GOD, THIS CANNOT BE." I denied as I thought about the sheer possibility, of infinite bacon. It was glorious, a true treasure. And it was all thanks to Drew I realized this possibility.

It was true, after all.

Friendship is Magic.

And so is bacon.





We parked our 'vehicle' at the back of Twilight's tree, no need for anyone to see us go in after all. I quickly hopped off the chair, while Drew flew off of it. We both made a mad dash to Twilight's front door, where we poked our heads out to check for anyone.

Pinkie Pie was at the door, talking with Twilight, well it was more like a kitten against a Manticore. Very one sided while all the other one could do is cower.

"Dude! Get in here!" Drew's voice hissed at me, I turned to him, to see he was waving her hoof in a 'come on' gesture, as he had jumped in a side window. Glancing around, I saw no one and also jumped in the window. Drew shut it behind me softly.

"Holy shit that's a lot of books." I gaped as I said that, it was true. It was like fucking Willy Wonka.

Book Edition.

"Never have there been truer words. Where do we even start?" Drew gaped with me.

"I don't even know anymore." I said in Consuela's voice.  "Ah man, we're in trouble." I said in my silly voice. But nonetheless began to walk forward to begin our journey to search for the book of conjuring.




We had found a pocket dimension closet, that led to a literal mountain of books, it was taller than eight sky scrapers, and snow blasted our once warm bodies, and eyes.

I struggled as I scaled the mountain of books, the wind whipped at me as I held on for dear life. Flailing slightly, I shut my eyes, waiting for the ominous wind to pass, which it did. I spared a glance down, only to be greeted by thousands and thousands of miles.

Downward.

I was up high trying to scale this damn mountain made of books, and I was freezing my damn head off up here. I picked up a book that was sticking out, while Drew was making a cave out of pulling some books out. The book I picked up was called: "Freezing your face off, and you" The god damn person who made this book better hope I don't find them.

How the hell does one even make a mountain of books?

"Daniel! The cave's made!" He yelled to me over the wind. I would have grinned if my face wasn't frozen off.

"Finally!"





We took the safest way through the mountain, through the inside. To find the conjuring book, you had to go to a pocket dimension they said. It would be fun, they said. You wouldn't catch your death out here they said. Bah! Damn, lying books...

As we moved on deeper into the cave, we spotted something. It was a treasure chest! We carefully scanned the area before procceding to the box, we were at the top of the inside of the mountain, so this had to be it!

As I opened the chest, I was about to read the contents when suddenly a boulder made of books sailed right past my head.

Yup, you heard me right. A boulder made of books.

BOOM!

I shakily glanced up from my book, looking over to drew, who was gaping at something on the ceiling. In hindsight I shouldn't have looked up.

There was a giant fucking spider made of frozen books, which was basically a giant ice spider. If I was correct, it just threw that giant rock at me.

"Well...You know what they say. Knowledge is power. Those damn books he just threw at us proved that much." I groaned at my own bad joke.

"That's it dude! Read the book! I bet it'll tell how we can beat this thing before it att-"

"GWRWSARARARA!!!

The sound of that monster shrieking could only be described as horrific. Which is why I had to use every text changing ability I had. I couldn't even begin to comprehend that noise. It was like trying to understand how space was infinite.

"AAAAHHHH!" We began to panic. I quickly opened the book and hastily began to read it's contents.

"HEY, IN THIS CHEST THERE SHOULD BE A THING OF JUICE! IT'S DAMN STRONG! IT'S LIKE A RISING HOOF TO THE FACE! IT'S GOT ENOUGH VITAMINS TO BLOW YOUR GOD DAMN HEAD OFF!

I blinked. Man that was some powerful shit.

I had to dodge another boulder as the spider kept throwing them from the ceiling. It crushed the ground I was just at with a sickening CRACK! I rolled forward, dashing to the chest.

CRASH!

Drew had pushed me out the way of an incoming rock of doom, and to the chest. Where I thanked him quickly and opened the chest, revealing a glass bottled juice labeled "F.P" I smiled happily, we had our solution. Now just needed to figure out how to use it right. However...

It unfortunately, it all came at a cost. A heavy one.

The ginormous spider had secretly crashed with the boulder to hide the noise of it hitting the ground. It stood over Drew menacingly, Drew's ears flattened on his head.

"Fuck." He sighed as the monster stood over him smugly. He glared back up at it. "COME AT ME BRO!"

SWATT!

"AHHHH!" Drew flew right out the cave, and off the side of the cliff. "REMEMBEEEEEER MEEEE!" He cried as he fell.

"FOR THE BACON!" He cried one last time as he plunged down into the abyss below us that would take hours for him to reach the bottom...

"AWWW SHIT SON! DREEEEEEWW!" I bellowed out, as my best friend fell off the cliff. I turned to the one who did this... This giant, spider.

"DAMN YOU!" My eyes began to glow as I grew angry, but my horn was too frozen for powerful magic. Then it hit me...

This, this bastard just killed Drew. He just...No...

NO!

"YOU SON OF A-" I was swatted as well, but I crashed into the hard ice walls, my body made a sickening crack as I did so.

"AGHHH!"

I slumped against the wall, gritting my teeth and sending a bolt of magic at the monster, only for it to bounce of like it was nothing. It started to slowly walk to me, savoring it's kill. And there was nothing I could do about it...

"HEY, IN THIS CHEST THERE SHOULD BE A THING OF JUICE! IT'S DAMN STRONG! IT'S LIKE A RISING HOOF TO THE FACE! IT'S GOT ENOUGH VITAMINS TO BLOW YOUR GOD DAMN HEAD OFF!

Wait...

THAT'S IT!

I uncorked the bottle, and it began to glow as I lifted it and sent it at a neck break pace at the giant spider, which the juice spilled all over it after the glass shattered on it. Suddenly, a fire falcon took shape around the spider, and let out a dangerous "CAW" right before exploding.

"Hasta la vista baby."

BOOOOOOM!!

A sudden explosion rocked the very cave I was in, blasting me out the cave the same way as Drew, and sending me cascading down the abyss, plunging down to my end. Flames licked at me the second before I fell.

I had avenged Drew, I had done it. Now the problem was, how to save my own damn self? 

Only to see nothing but air for miles.

"FFFF-"

To be continued

> A Place of Explanations
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I had awoken from my slumber, to the sound of an air conditioner. My eyes fluttering open and shut as an orange light flickered in my line of sight. It wasn't overly bright. Which was a good thing. It was actually a gentle awakening, no pain for once, which seemed almost too good to be true. As my eyes continued to try to open themselves, I saw a silhouette figure retreating from the light, and slamming the door shut behind it. That's what got me kicked out of my drowsy state.

Tick Tock.

The orange light once again flickered. But this time it was due to the air of the door, which almost blew it out. Which left me to believe it was a candle of some sort. My gaze slowly trailed to the source of the light, which indeed proved to be a candle. 

Tick Tock.

The room I was in, was dreary. Very much so. I learned that more and more as I observed it. There was a picture of a pony hanging above the unlit fireplace, I could see that due to the little candle light. He had a beard, a very fluffy one. But his eyes were as cold as ice. Ironically they were ice blue.They seemed to pierce right through me, sending a chill through my spine and making me shudder from the creepiness.I decided to look at something else, looking down at the floor to see what exactly I was standing on. The floor had a carpet on it. A deep scarlet red color. It took me a moment to realize that it wasn't the natural color of the carpet as I had shifted my eyes and studied the it. The original shade was white, it seemed. Judging by how the edges of the carpet were tinted white. And random areas of the carpet were also white. But now most of it was just plain red. I had identified the red substance on the rug, not as paint or some innocent item that could make it this shade, but actually blood.

Tick Tock.

I pulled my hoof back, and stumbled backwards off of the rug to get away from the horrible powerful stench that the rug created. It smelled of hard iron and rust. At least it didn't smell of rot. Moving on, I looked around the room and noticed yet another thing that had been keeping me calm the entire time.

Tick Tock.

It was the clock.

It gave the room a steady noise, making sure it wasn't too quite. The fire also helped this. The room was still creepy in general. And I had no idea why I was here. I couldn't remember anything that happened before that. No, now I remember. I was actually in a dream. I was actually climbing a mountain. I was in the dreamscape world earlier. I know I had fallen asleep, and thought I got the answer. Did that mean I was still in it?

Just like the last, this dream seemed too real to even be a dream. The lighting, the smell, the texture. Such was the power of magic. Unless I had just been knocked out and dumped in some place, which I hardly doubt would happen. A felt a slight breeze, turning to my side, I saw a window that was open. The weird part was it was pitch black outside, not a single light. Something told me I should stay away from it.

"Why?"

I jumped, startled at the sudden sound, sharply swiveling my head around the area, searching for the origin of the sound. I found nothing at all. Nervously, I my toward the door to see if I could find the source of the sound.

Creeeeeak.

I was suddenly very aware that this place had to be very old as the wood creaked under my hoof. I pulled my hoof off the wood, very startled at the unforeseen noise. This place couldn't possibly get in creepier in my opinion. I then opened the door.

WHOOSH!

A rush of wind hit me in the face, sending a cold chill through me as I tried to peer into the dark hall that had no source of light radiating from it. It was a literal pitch black hall. The only light that was even in the hall, was the little light that was radiating from the room. The air conditioner was quite loud, roaring over must of everything. But I couldn't put my finger on where the air conditioner sound was coming from.

Focusing, I attempted to build a light with magic, which seemed to not really work for some reason. It felt like I had no more magic. My very being felt drained as I tried to use my magic. Gasping for air at the lack of magic, I shut the door in fear, as if something could grab me from the very darkness itself.

"Why?"

I heard the sound again, it wasn't coming from this room, it seemed to come from everywhere at once. And if I thought about it, it sounded like a sob. I knew I needed to investigate, but I didn't have any lights. But I remember the conjuring book, it was in a dream that I learned, but it still should apply.

I had enough magic for basic levitation magic and a conjuring spell. I conjured a small lantern, that could provide me enough light source. And lit it with a spark of magic making the room much brighter. While I was at it, I thought I'd make this my 'save point'. 

This consisted of a place to constantly come back to when I needed to, just incase something goes wrong. I took a few floor board pieces and placed them on the door, bending a few metal pieces with some magic, to create a giant effective lock. I sent a spark into the fire place. It didn't work. So I tried again, and once more. Finally, a small fire was born.

FLASH. 

I clenched my eyes shut as the light blinded me quite swiftly. Once the glare died down, I was able to resume sight. The room had a different feel to it now. It felt.. safe. Like nothing could get in. The room was fully bright. Like an orange light bulb was in the room. The room no long felt cold anymore. It felt very warm and comfy. The floor board was no longer a creaky wood, it was fixed up and looked brand new. The picture of the ice cold pony was now a smiling elder pony with a serene aura around him. There was tons of pictures of Mr and Mrs. Cake with Drew and I. Or, Pumpkin Cake and Pound cake. The window now had a calming breeze, peaceful and was no longer pitch black. Outside looked like it was a dark night, but was lit up by the fire in the room. It looked like there was a whole town out there. The blood red carpet was now a clean white, as if the very room was purified. The sound of the fire place was also comforting. The crackling and all that. I had then noticed the sobbing had subsided. I could no longer hear it. That part didn't really calm me. They could still be out there in trouble. There were several chairs in the room now, to sit in. Sighing in relief at the newly lit and comforting room I dropped on my haunches. Atleast it wasn't creepy anymore. But I knew outside the door was pitch black. And if I wanted to get out of here, I'd have to go outside, and find my way out. I glanced to the side and saw it, there was a nice made bed that looked crafted.

THUNK.

I jumped at the sudden sound.

"Huh? Why's the door locked? Daniel? Are you up? Could you um, let me in?" I immediately scrambled to the door, opening it to reveal a dust covered Drew with a sheepish look on his face. He stepped in the room, his once tense posture left as soon as he did. He looked relaxed now. He had a lantern necklace around his neck. Unique.

"Boy am I glad to see you." I sighed out. "This place was giving me the creeps." Briefly, I noted that I couldn't hear the air conditioner anymore.

"You have no idea. I thought I would be doing this all alone, I see you gave the place a new look, and a lock to the boot. Good job man, I feel like I'm perfectly safe in here, even with all that just happened. out there. Magic, can't live without it. Literally." He opened the door that wasn't there before, revealing a nice clean bathroom, it looked like it was made for our size. Which I found strange.

"This wasn't here before." I thought out loud.

"Yeah, well there's a bathroom that's more than usable. I'm not gonna complain, I'm gonna take a bath, I feel dusty."

I raised a brow.

"You ARE dusty." I pointed out. He ignored me and turned on the bath water after plugging the tub.

"Yeah so, basically if you plan on going out there, becareful, and always keep your light. There's something out there that's been chasing me. I don't know what, but I don't plan on going back out till I have all my nerves back in place. Good luck man."

He then pushed me out the bathroom, and shut the door.

The jerk just bailed on me.

Actually, I can't blame him if it's really that scary out there. I guess I should go check out what he was talking about, and that sobbing. I put the lantern handle around my neck, pulling the door open and stepping outside. Luckily, this time around the lantern around my neck illuminated the dark halls immensely, it wasn't too bright. But I could manage now.

Making my way down the hall, the floor squeaking was back. The place looked old and rusted in comparison to the room I just came from. Actually, scratch that. This place was the most creepy, filthy, dark and run down place I had EVER seen.

"Why?"

I jumped again as I heard the sob, it was back and still in as much pain as ever. I swallowed nervously, still moving. This had continued, the same gloomy dank hall with sobs, until I got to a table. Said table had a document of some sort on it. I read it out loud.

"-It seemed quite impossible, but we did it. We brought back the two from the dead. But it came at a cost. We lost-" The rest of it was covered in blood. I couldn't very well read it with blood all over it. I was very angry, who writes such a short document? That's why it's a document! The page looked torn on the side, so I assumed it was ripped out a note book of some sort. I took the paper and put it in my satchel on my side. That now I that I think about it, I don't remember grabbing it. I moved on, the sobbing grew louder as I went, making me more nervous.

I started moving sluggishly, the floor creaking with every step I took, twitchy at every noise due the the aura the house possessed. The rust colored walls I realized were not their original color. I quickly hastened my pace, the light of the lamp the only thing keeping me even the slightest calm. The hall had a few tables, but about eight doors on each side, left and right. I brought my hoof up, to observe, It was covered in a thick red substance, as well as a ton of dust. My very hooves smelled horrible. I grimaced and put my hoof back down.

"Why?"

I heard the sob again, I tensed, As soon as I did, I realized that the sound came from the door on my left. Which unnerved me to no end. I took a deep breath, inhaling a lot of dust in the process and well as that disgusting smell and taste of rust. I broke into a coughing fit. After calming down, I noticed the sobbing once again subsided, which sent another cold chill down my spine. I pushed on the door which easily flew open without any resistance, I'm pretty sure if I pushed any harder it would have broke instantly. I levitated my lamp up, lighting up the room slightly. In the middle was a pony, the pony in question was pink, but had dust all over it. The pony brought up it's head, it's almost soulless eyes peering right through me, but then something in them changed, they were full of a desperate hope, lighting up. The color in the room was brighter. As I peered harder, I realized something.

I was looking at a broken Pinkie Pie.

"Pumpkin? Is that really you?...You're okay! Haha!" She sprinted towards me, gripping me in a hug.

"Oof! Pinkie!" Pinkie Pie giggled and perked up, her eyes gaining back the life in them.

"I always have this bad dream of when you both...Um, nevermind. But now I'm not here alone! And you even brought light! It's not cold anymore either!...It's nice to believe you're alive... even if it is a dream..." Wait, what?

I reeled my head back in surprise. She immediately hugged my head back to her, not letting me escape.

"When I came from the room...you and Pound Cake were laying on the ground like always...I thought you were..." She shakes her head. "But you're here now! Come on, where'd you come from? Let's go there and grab Pound Cake! And we'll play all sorts of games together!" She then went off on a rant, rambling about how much fun we could have. I didn't really have time for that, I knew that we were sleeping now, but I didn't know how to leave. I'm happy I found Pinkie though, it was cruel to even think about leaving her in this dark place. "-But we can't play hide 'n seek, I don't wanna lose you!"

Sighing I wriggled out of Pinkie's grasp, and grabbed her hoof, dragging her to the room where I woke up at. Eventually, we arrived, the place seemed a lot less dark with Pinkie Pie talking her mouth off, we stepped into the room, and Pinkie got even more happy.

"This place, is so nice! It wasn't like this before! Magic, you can't live without it! Literally!" Huh.

Suddenly Drew stepped out the bathroom, a bunch of steam coming from it like sauna.

"Oh, I see you're back. And you brought Pinkie Pie, wherever you found her at. It's a good thing YOU found her."

"Hey you two! Let's play some games, come on!" Pinkie Pie hopped around, smiling like no other. Her once dusty flat mane had perked up again and the dust was shaken out due to her bouncing.

"Drew, we're in a dream. Where is Princess Luna? Why can't she reach us or Pinkie?"

"This dream, I'm not sure if it's torture to me, or a blessing. It's so real! It's like I'm actually here! The smell, the taste the feeling! The sight! Everything! And I get to spend time with my favorite little buddies!" She seemed to be happy, but there was something off.


"I wonder if Mr.Cake will be here too?..."

Wait, what?
> P.L.A.Y.W.I.T.H.U.S
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My world was spinning, though more or less it was Pinkie's world, the point is, my head was hurting as I tried to fathom what Pinkie was saying, her trailing off made us sound like we had died, though if that was the cause, there's no way we would be standing- sitting, whatever, like we currently were. I know that it wasn't real. It couldn't be. She said that we were dead, or she was fixing to. For a split second I actually wondered if I was dead, but that split second was exactly as it stated, a millisecond.

Wait, was that a millisecond? Eh, I digress.

The point being, I couldn't grasp anything of what was happening. But something then rang in my head, a not too distant memory.

It seemed quite impossible, but we did it. We brought back the two from the dead. But it came at a cost. We lost-

What did they lose? No.

Who did they lose? 

Who were 'the two'? No, I knew. But I didn't want to believe. But during all this, I questioned.

Who were 'they'? Or 'We'?

So many questions, not enough time. Actually, I had the time. I just didn't want to deal with this bull-

"If he is, that'd be so great..." Pinkie lowered her head to the ground slightly. "It's been so long..." Pinkie stared at the ground, her eyes hazed with sadness and emotional agony. I couldn't stand to see Pinkie like this, so I walked over, and wrapped my hooves around her tummy, nuzzling her.

Pinkie Pie looked briefly surprised, before a grin spread across her face. "But I have you two! I wonder if Mrs.Cake will be here...She'd be happy to see him. But not in this old dirty place!" I internally agreed with her, I know I wouldn't wanna be in this creepy dusty place. Pinkie's eyes turned to Drew.

Or where Drew should have been...

I felt blood run cold, coursing the icy feeling through my veins as a feeling of foreboding ripped through me and made my spine shiver, my eyes widened violently as I felt a the blast of air from the door leading to the dank hallway.

The door that was supposed to be closed.

The door leading into whatever Drew was talking about, that may await us out there. And speaking of Drew...

Where was he?

I wasn't the only one who wondered that, as the pupil dilated fearful Pinkie gazed out into the hallway with terror, it only took us a few seconds to put together Drew had gone out that door.

Without a light, I know because his light was sitting at the door, thankfully it's contents were kept inside. That however, didn't help Drew's disappearance stunt.

"Drew! Where'd you go!?" I called out into the dusty hallway.

Silence was my only answer. I slowly glanced to Pinkie to see how she was holding up at the moment.

"Pound Cake?..."  Apparently not very well.

Pinkie wasn't looking good, she was hyperventilating harshly, her pupils were looking like pinpricks, her coat started to show signs of sweat, her mane was flat, which I didn't even here the sound for, it just happened. Her body was shivering hard, and her eyes looked slightly teary. "POUND CAKE!"

Pinkie's head whipped to me so fast that I jumped, I was pretty sure she should have gotten whiplash.

"DON'T MOVE PUMPKIN!" Her tone was forceful, and very angry. I'm pretty sure I heard a growl in there. Making me wince, though I don't think it was aimed toward me. "Please...don't go..." She sounded pitiful, sorrowful, as she kept glancing back and forth at the door, and myself. She seemed torn in going after Drew, and staying with me. I'd prefer for her to go after Drew with me, but we can't blindly rush in without a plan. Not that she was going to try to reason with a baby. 

Creeaaaaaaak

Pinkie and I whipped our heads back to the hallway.

The rooms light didn't even reach the hallway- no, corridor, it was a pitch black void almost, but with the lamp sitting there, lit, it we managed to see something. Something was rushing towards us all the way from the other side of the corridor, and when I say rushing, I mean rushing. It was moving so fast, shuffling towards us at an abnormal rate. I found myself with a hope in my heart it was Drew trying to run back over to us, but due to the view point I wasn't very well able to see what exactly was the size of the spec that coming at us.

Soon, my hope was squashed as the figure got closer, it was unusually big, and what was worse was it was coming at us like a freight train. The corridor was pretty darn long for it to be running at us from that far and still not be here, but as I realized exactly how long the hall was, I realized exactly the speed that thing was traveling at.

It could have passed for Rainbow Dash.

On hooves.

I tensed as knocked over a light in the hall, that was way far down, illuminating it slightly, just allowing me to see what the hell was coming at us.

I was pretty sure my heart stopped at that moment.

It was damn near the size of the floorboards to the ceiling, it's eyes were as dark as the void and was running at us at unbelievable speeds, the god damn floor was shaking, I could feel the vibrations making me wobble, it was HUGE. I had to close the door-

P L A Y W I T H U S! ! ! ! ! !

It wasn't a voice, it was words, white words, clearly flashing before my vision, in and out appearing nonstop with the force of a thousand gods, I could see it vividly as if it was actually there, the ringing in my ears never stopped either, my vision was shaking like a coffee addict with a camera, making me fall side ways head first, giving me a further migrane, and still able to see the monster coming towards us, I couldn't hear anything over the ringing and roaring of the monster quickly making it's way down the corridor to get us.

In short, this is what I heard, including Pinkie's on exclamation.

"OHDEARCELSTIAWHATISTHAT" GRAWRRR! Ringing, screaming, roaring, and shaking.

"PUMPKIN!"


> "How are we going to actually get home?"
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"Have we been Foal'd?"



Chapter 8: "How are we going to actually get home?"

So here I am, next to Drew. We're just chilling out here, in our crib. Literally. We've been here for quite a long time now. About fifty seconds to be exact. Why do I feel like it's been like two years or something? Ah, whatever. I literally have no idea what's going on right now. What I do know, was that I'd waken up from a strange dream. I was currently soaking in the atmosphere of being a child again. Sorta. Nothing would ever bring back that child like wonder. Well, we were in a pony world. Curiosity could be had, I suppose. Then came the dejected voice of Drew.

"Daniel?" 

"Yeah, Drew?" 

"How are we going to actually get home?" If only I knew how to answer that question.

"Dunno, man. Dunno. We'll work on that." I turned my head to the window. It was still bright out, I could see ponies hustling and bustling through the streets of Ponyville. We'd been sitting here after coming from an outside stroller walk with Pinkie. She'd been baking something, and decided while she was waiting a nice walk would help her past the time. Since she was our sitter, she couldn't very well leave us in the house. Not that I think she'd want to anyway. It's been awhile though, we've yet to see Mr. Cake. We've been here for about a month without causing trouble. The regular had been happening. We'd eat, sit around, shit and or piss ourselves, and sit in our cribs. We'd stopped using magic, or flying. Or really, anything fun. Ironically, I think she was getting worried about us, Mrs. Cake that is. We've been extremely silent, for children. For all purposes, this was real. We'd need to stay low key. Going out and randomly doing stupid stuff wouldn't help us find our way back.  

Truth is though, the only reason we're trying to get back is because we still had friends and family. Sure, all this was fun but I still had a life to get to. Maybe this one was better, I'd get to restart, but the smiling faces of friends and family was much too painful to take anymore. At least I have Drew. I miss hearing the sound of my friends laughing, or going places. Or them trying to help us get our shit together. Now, it wasn't like that. Now it was the same thing, over and over without stopping. It was starting to get boring. Plus, we haven't had bacon since we've been here.

It was blasphemy.

"We've been 'working' on it for a whole month now. I miss our friends." Drew was guilt tripping me pretty hard, but we were always in sync. "We haven't even managed to get some meat." As I said, always in sync.

"Hey man, I miss them too. Look, I don't have the answers to everything. I've been trying too just like you! I miss chomping bacon too! I'm going on a withdrawal here!" I glared at my best friend, I could tell the general direction of this situation but he was making me out to be some sorta bad guy. I feel just as bad!

"Oh yeah? Why don't you use that magical horn of yours and whisk us away with a portal back home!? Or at least make some bacon!" Scowling, I jabbed him in the chest with my hoof.

"Because wishing upon a star, my horn, or magic, won't suddenly take us home! Or give us bacon! There are limitless dimensions! The possibilities go on, I can't even begin to name them all! Besides, you know I don't know how to conjure! Hell, I can't even remember how to use most my magic! I'm starting to get tired of tofu bacon too. It taste sorta similiar, but it doesn't quite fit. Actually, now that I think about it... Why would they have the idea of bacon, or even a clue of what it would taste like?" Drew began regaining his composure, frowned and turned away from me. 

"Whatever." Drew sulked, glaring heatedly at the door like it was it's fault we were currently here. I ran my hoof through my mane, a scowl etched upon my pony face.

"Look, we can bitch, moan, and whine about this all day long. But if we want something done we gotta get up and do it." I began, calming myself into a neutral expression. It was do us no good to get worked up and play the blame game for something neither of us had control over. Pointing hooves would only pit us against each other, which wasn't beneficial in the slightest.

"How are we gonna get up and do anything? We've been trapped in this house for little over a month! In case you haven't noticed, we haven't even gotten a slightest clue of what the time-line is! What season are we in?! How did we get here?!" Drew was freaking out by this point, he reared up on his hind hooves and comically gripped his head.

"Chill dude, chill. We're gonna get back." I placated him. "Anyway, we're in season two as far as I know. Or somewhere past it. Actually, one of the clues for that is right in front of our muzzles. There's the obvious question of "Where is Mr. Cake?". He's been ducking us for awhile now. And they keep covering for him, where ever he might be. Is there a season where he left for awhile?" I asked the only other pony in a crib with me.

"Not to my knowledge." Drew had calmly began assessing the situation, plopping back on his behind unceremoniously and crossing his arms. Happy that he had managed to cool down, I began trying to explain some of my theories.

"Might be some sorta alternate time-line, thing. See, the thing is unlike Spike as babies we can't go anywhere. At all. We can't really find out anything. No one can even understand us. The only clue that we might have to go off of is... Well, I've been having these weird dreams lately."

"Now's not the time to rip off a Kingdom Hearts line." Drew glared at me.

"No! Seriously! I have! Different every time. I'unno what they're even about. They keep changing, and they feel so real.. " I began trailing off, but realized I was getting off topic. "I'll talk about them later, but for now we need more clues. Preferably, we could go out again. I smell Pinkie cooking something sweet downstairs. Actually, like I did thought she was earlier." I point out. Drew took a few experimental sniffs of the heavenly aroma to confirm my words.

"Cupcakes." He pointed out the obvious. I however, didn't take a shot at him this time around. I simply nodded. "Maybe that's what happened to Mr. Cake."

"Dude, don't even joke about that, that's sick."

Drew didn't apologize. 

Shaking my head, I turned to gaze at the door with a furrowed brow. The same door Drew had been glaring at earlier. In order to get home, we needed answers. Beyond that door we could find clues, but as foals that's a little hard to do. As if answering my wishes, suddenly Pinkie Pie kicked in the door and came bouncing in with a giant smile on her face, and tray of cupcakes somehow not flying off her back. It was Pinkie though, I wasn't going to question it.  That poor door.

"Hi you two!" She craned her head making a big silly cross eyed expression. "Smiling yet?" She looked hopeful, but was quickly disappointed by the lack of amused faces of children. Her once wide smile faltered by quite a bit. That was another thing we hadn't been doing much of. Smiling. The whole time we've just been silently sitting here, blankly looking at any one who came in with no expressions. Rainbow Dash had come in once, and had quickly left as soon as she came- Which was quite quick for her- when she saw our faces. We simply weren't happy with our schedule. It broke Pinkie's heart, so we faked smiles sometimes- but she always knew they weren't real smiles.

After all, her talent is making people, ponies, and every other creature happy. Seems to me, we're the only ones exempt from this.

"...You'll get the hang of it." She whispered, silently with a sad smile. She reached behind her, and took the tray of cupcakes and sat it on a nearby table. "I brought you some snacks!" She began again, more cheerfully this time. She slid two cupcakes through the bars. "Cupcakes! Dig in! Don't tell Mrs. Cake though!" She giggled cutely, giving a cat-like smile and plopping her flank on the carpeted floor and watching us. I for one, was going to get my cake and eat it too. I took the cupcake with both of my hooves on the side, and began nibbling at the pink sprinkled frosting. I really hope she wasn't feeding us ponies. On the upside, if it is, it's meat.

That was terrible, and I should feel terrible. And I do.

I guess now all that's left to do, is figure out a way to get back home. This cupcake tasted amazing, which made me smile for real this time, even if it was a ghost of a smile. Out the corner of my eye I noticed the same thing could be said about Drew. 

Pinkie was content.