The Party is Over
I wrote this story in response to the claim that one cannot write a sad Pinkie Pie fiction without making it twisted. I believe that I just did here. You be the judge!
“Are you sure you don’t need anything Pinkie?” Pound Cake asked her, concern in his eyes.
Sighing, she shook her head again. It seemed all these days that was the only question anypony asked her. No questions about when the next party was, or even if she wanted to party or not. Whenever anypony came to see her, they always acted as if she was like a soap bubble, able to pop at the slightest touch. Well I can’t blame them I suppose. I mean, it’s not like I can move much anymore. Pinkie was dejected at first, her hair going all floppy like it did when she was sad. Eventually she got used to being unable to move around bouncing like she used to. Her legs itched with the urge to bounce, but she knew she couldn’t, she knew that she would fall down again and cause everypony to worry. And when ponies worry, Pinkie is sad. So I won’t make them worry about me!
Even from her bed, she tried to throw parties for all her friends. Whenever they came by her bedside though, the smiles on their faces slowly disappeared as they looked at her. Pinkie couldn’t stand it when they stood there, un-smiling with tears running down their faces. She always told them to smile, that it was something they did at a party. They always turned away from her then, sniffling as they walked away from her. She wanted to get up and pull them all into a big hug and tell them not to worry about little ol’ Pinkie Pie, but she knew she couldn’t. They would just move away, crying harder.
So now she didn’t throw any more parties. All she did was lie in her bed, reading the occasional “Party Pride” magazine that the mail mare Dinky delivered, or tried to. More than once Pinkie received the mail from her neighbor, being a grouchy grump from getting the wrong mail. Pinkie always giggled after he left. The mailmare was the daughter of Derpy after all. Pinkie never minded getting the wrong mail; it just gave her a chance to talk to other ponies that wouldn’t come visit her anymore.
Pound Cake gave her a hug, staying hoof distance away, almost afraid that he would break her. Pound Cake moved to leave the room, his hoof around Pumpkin Cake’s shoulders, tears running down their faces. As they reached the door, Pound Cake turned to look at Pinkie again. “Are you sure you don’t need anything Pinkie?” When she was silent, he turned to leave.
“Wait a second Pound Cake.” He turned and looked at her expectantly, eager to help. “What I could use is a-“She coughed violently. Pound Cake started to rush to her, but she waved him off. “What I need is a PARTY!” A hint of her old energy leaked into her voice. “I need to get down into the crowds again Poundie.” She struggled to remove her blankets. Pound hesitated, and then removed her covers.
She made her creaky way down the stairs to the lobby of Sugar Cube corner. When she made it into the lobby, she noticed that the shop was closed. If it was open, it would have a stream of ponies coming for the mid-day snack. She looked around for her special switch. With a snap, she flicked it. The entire lobby of Sugar Cube corner fluttered with party decorations. When Pound and Carrot made it downstairs, they were completely surprised at how fast she managed to get the decorations up. She giggled when they snapped their mouths shut and looked at her.
“Well? I said I wanted a party!” She pulled out a whole chest of invitations, with envelopes addressed to everypony in ponyville. She picked up the first one and held it up for the Cakes to read.
You're invited!
You sir or mare
are invited to join
me and the fare
with a party to enjoy
We hope you will agree
to come to the corner of Sugar
Where I will throw with glee
The greatest of parties!
Pinkie Pie, Party Pony
After she was sure they were done reading it, Pinkie tucked the note back into the envelope. She whistled out of the window, and watched as a flock of birds came down and carried away the envelopes. Turning around, she bounced towards the kitchen to prepare the treats. When the cakes turned to follow, she ushered them away. “Silly ponies, you two have to greet the guests!” She walked into the familiar kitchen like she had so many years past. She hummed that little song in her head that she made up when she was just a filly.
All you have to do is take a cup of flour
Add it to the mix
Then you take a little something sweet not sour
A bit of salt just a pinch!
Baking these treats is such a breeze
Add a teaspoon of love and care
I can make this dish with such good ease
So please oh please don’t despair
As she baked her favorite treat, Pinkie didn’t notice the tears coming from her big pink eyes. She was focused on making everypony else happy. That was what she did after all! She wiped away her tears and took the stacks of cupcakes she had managed to cook into the party room.
Everypony else was silent as she walked in, looking at her with sad eyes. They had completely changed her party decorations! Pictures of her hung from the ceiling and walls. In the middle of the crowd, there was the most delicious-looking cake perched on a table with her face iced into the side. Large, puffy and pink candles stood on top of the cake, flames flickering.
They all were as quiet as death as the cakes walked up to her. Pumpkin Cake took the cupcakes from her back and Pound walked up and hugged her.
“Pinkie, we all made this cake for you.” Pound Cake said with a sad smile.
“After all, we couldn’t make you make all the treats at your party!” Interjected Pumpkin Cake, tears building in her eyes.
“So please Pinkie, blow out your candles.” Pound Cake said, leading her closer to the cake.
Looking around, Pinkie smiled at all the sad ponies gathered around her. They threw this party for her, the party pony. They were always there for her, always going to her parties, even if they didn’t want to. They would always put up with her crazy antics. They always took care of her, even when she didn’t want it. Even as she threw parties in bed, they still came to see her, not wanting her to be alone. They would always be her friends. The first tears in the open began to flow down Pinkie’s face.
“Okie dokie lokie.”
The End