Pinkie Pie's Picnic
Pinkie Pie twirled around herself. It was a glorious sunny day for a picnic. Seeing that she felt a hunger in her, she decided to double her stash of raspberry cupcakes and lemon swirl cake. Though there was a stinging feeling in her gut, she passed it off. Guilt ran through her body that there was no pony in sight.
She was alone and eating these sweets without anypony. This fact caused her mane to poof straight. All her friends didn’t want to come since they were busy. Rarity and Fluttershy went to the cream market to buy creamsicles. Applejack with Rainbow Dash went onward to the Everfree Forest for a meet-up with the nature club. Twilight didn’t want to go at all and was stuck reading books like a nerd.
With one stuff of raspberry cream, her mouth chewed in half strained chomps. The view outside was dazzling with the bright sun and lively greens. How could her friends want to miss all this? Pinkie Pie raised a lemony treat and paused her eating. She frowned with her mane all the way down.
This form was always a troublesome place to be. Right now, she wanted to be happy as can be. So what if her friends didn’t want to come? She looked around trying to find a positive thing. To get away from the thoughts that her friends had abandoned her. A manticore came up to Pinkie Pie, he had a top hat and a cane.
“Hello Pinkie Pie, I see you are sad,” said The Manticore. “Do you need some creature to be with right now?”
Pinkie laid back against the ground. She didn’t know if this manticore was a figment of her imagination. The best thing to do was to talk to her addled mind. Hopefully, it would deal with the stress of having no friends around.
“No mister manticore, I’m just all alone with a fictional manticore talking to me” she said.
The Manticore set his cane down next to the large tree. He gave a sunny smile and sat next to Pinkie with a soft thud. There, she grabbed his claw and caressed her head to it. Her eyes open to the sadness of no friends. His big claw was warm and fuzzy to the touch. Pinkie felt better by his welcoming embrace. He unveiled his hat and placed it down.
“Pinkie Pie, I have an announcement to make” he said. “Twilight Sparkle is a dummy head friend who got no time for good friends like you”.
Those sad eyes sparkled from the sound of his voice. She couldn’t believe how much that meant to her. If only her friends felt the same and weren’t galivating out without her. Her body leaped onto the Manticore, where she gave him a large hug.
“See Pinkie, you don’t need no friends, when you got yourself and your “real” friends” he said.
She nodded and then her perception changed. The manticore wasn’t himself, he was just, a stack of pillows that were modeled after a real manticore. There she gasped and fell back into another pillow. So many pillows everywhere, inside her room. They spoke such things to her brain, laughing at her, making fun of her chubby body. How she was a fat buffalo that needed to go to the ponyville gym and run on the treadmill. To stop eating so many lemon cakes and swirls.
Pinkie cowered from the assault of words in her loud mind. Then, behind her, Twilight Sparkle slammed through her door with a flamethrower and ignited all the mean pillows. They screamed as the flames singed their fluffy bodies. There once comfy structure now food for the fire.
“Pinkie Pie are you alright” said Twilight. “We haven’t seen you in weeks, what happened!?”
Pinkie Pie relented.
“It was my schizophrenia Twilight, the pillows took advantage of me and made my hair straight!” she said.
Her savior smacked her in the face.
“Pinkie, you don’t have schizophrenia, it was the curse of the dominant pillows, you're not the only one, they took over ponyville and many ponies are La la la, lalala, la la la, LALALA(affected and they were being mistreated by pillows and were being so mean to everypony and man they were so rude.)
Pinkie shook and sang in her tights. Walls of pillows around her. Until she fell asleep as the music in her tired her out. Her body went still as it went fast asleep.
Pinkie woke up, she was in her room at Sugar Cube Corner. She leaped for joy and went to the kitchen. There she began to bake some sweets so that she could get diabetes. There was a ding in the oven. Her smile came forth and raised her knife to slice down the jiggly cake with one hard swipe.
Then The Manticore smashed through the door. It was sent flying to the wall opposite. It created a crack before it fell flat on its face. Then it broke in two from the force.
“Pinkie Pie!” said The Manticore. “This isn’t real, you have to take the red pill!”
Pinkie Pie stepped aback.
“No, I don’t want to be the one, I’m not suited for this section of the Matrix”.
The Manticore paused and gave a sad face of discontent.
“No you dumb horse, you have to take your medication or else your schizophrenia will act up!”
Pinkie Pie kicked with all her might as the team of white shirted ponies grabbed her. She twisted and shook with all her power. They pinned her down and pulled a funnel down her throat. Her loud screech was accompanied by a large smack of her fat plot. One of the ponies was frisky today. The red pill went down and she felt calm. A stillness that wouldn’t worry anypony. Truth in all its distilled form. The quiet feeling of no noise, no pressure, no worries. Her body went limp and it drifted back into a hectic space. Discord was doing the floss and Twilight was making a nay-nay, and Fluttershy was jumping on a trampoline, and...