Pinkie plays with Pinkamena in a visit to her own mind.
Pinkie has a terrible accident where she is inducted into a horrible nightmare. Madame Mel is a pony she had long forgotten about, and has now appeared in her mind to torment and imprison her. Pinkie must find a way to relieve herself from this darkness, otherwise she will become trapped in her own mind forever.
Not a continuation or remake of Cupcakes, because there are enough of those.
“Are you crazy?!?” Twilight and Pinkie were in the balloon really far in the sky. “You are going to get yourself killed!” Pinkie just looked back at Twi and smiled.
“Don’t be silly! I’ll be fine.” Pinkie told Twilight. She then put her flight goggles and crash helmet on. “See, safety first!” She then hopped into her party cannon. “Plus rainbow Dash is flying around to make sure nothing goes wrong.” Pinkie gave Twilight a reassuring look.
Pinkie then attached her helmet cam and began to record. She crawled into the cannon, and gave Twilight a nod. Twilight reluctantly prepared behind the cannon and was ready to pull the string. Pinkie hit the big red button on her camera, and pointed towards the open sky.
“Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie, and welcome to Jackass!” Twilight pulled the string and with a loud bang, Pinkie flew into the air screaming out of joy. “Best. Idea. Ever!” her voice trailed off in the distance, and with a twinkle, she was gone. Twilight freaked out, the pressure in the cannon was too high and she already overshot her target.
Pinkie was soaring through the air and soon began to realize she had way overshot her target of a hay pile. She pulled the cord on her harness, and soon realized it was stuck. She was hurling through the air and the ground was closing in. She hit the tree line and soon began to slow down, only to be hit in the leg by a branch. She flipped and lost some of her momentum. She screamed out in pain as her leg had broken. And soon she was in the depth of the Everfree forest. She hit the ground pretty hard and may have broken a rib because there was a sharp pain in her side. She landed in some naturally occurring mushrooms. They had sprayed a powder all around her. She looked up, and was woozy from the landing. She got up, to only recoil from putting pressure on her hoof. She had a broken front leg. To make matters worse, her vision began to morph the things around her. The mushrooms powder was taking its effect on her. She slowly looked around at the trees as they all began to move away from her and twist and turn.
Out of the trees, there were shadows beginning to move, and then the mushrooms grew and began to engulf her. She moved as quickly as she could out of the mushroom patch, aware that the sharp pain in her side was not a good sign. She had blood covering the center of her face from a gash above her right eye. Everything was comfortably numb in her body as the neurotoxin invaded her blood stream. The world around her was just morphing in and out.
Pinkie knew she was going to have to stop moving to at least wrap up and stabilize her hoof at the very least. She had some supplies in her back pack, but not a lot.
“Okay Pinkie, you need to rest.” She sighed and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and the world felt like it morphed around her. She then laid down so she could think this through. She looked around, but she was unable to really get her bearings. Everything kept changing, shadows kept moving, trees would switch positions, and things kept popping up randomly. In her head she heard a voice.
“Pinkie,” The voice called to her. It was distant and almost ghostly. “Pinkie, we love your smile. Your smile Pinkie, give us a smile.” The voices called out. Pinkie gave a smile to the shadows that had begun to shape out of the trees. They teased and laughed at her. Pinkie’s smile quickly faded. She got an angry look.
“Why are you laughing at me? I want to be your friend.” She called out. The shadows continued to tease and laugh at her. Then they began to morph into shadows that looked oddly like her. They engulfed her, and the laughing had become echoes that bounced around in Pinkies head. Everything was becoming dark and twisted as the landscape faded to black, and now Pinkie was floating through space.
“Pinkie, the element of laughter.” The ghostly voice said.
“Wha-what?” Pinkie was frightened, never before had she faced death. She had a hunch to believe this was the end of her existence.
“Do not fear, this is all in your mind. I am the other part of you.” The ghostly voice had become rather familiar to Pinkie. Then there was a sudden flash. It was Pinkie, only as a filly still. The filly smiled at Pinkie.
“Where am I?” Pinkie was trembling.
“Do not worry. Your physical body is just passed out from exhaustion. Your friends will soon find you.” The filly came closer to Pinkie.
“So, what is exactly going on?” Pinkie began to calm down a little.
“Well, you are here to play with me” The flat haired filly said and smiled a big smile at Pinkie.
“Um, okay. Sounds like fun!” Pinkie began to become happy. She may have been in a dream state, but at least she could enjoy herself while waiting for her friends.
“Yay!” The filly jumped up and down in the air, smiling a big smile with her eyes closed. “Then come with me!” As soon as she said that, the black that surrounded Pinkie began to fade away. It revealed that they were back on her old rock farm. Pinkie began to be her normal self again. She was ready to play many games the filly Pinkie.
“What are we going to play first?!?” Both Pinkies hopped around the old farm in rhythm.
“I know! We should play tea time! I don’t get to have live guests very often.” The filly Pinkie exclaimed.
“Sounds fun! So Ms. Pie, shall we be off to indulge in our tea?” Filly Pinkie stopped hopping.
“Don’t call me that.” She lost her smile and furrowed her brow. She looked frustrated.
“Oh, I’m sorry. What do you want to be called?” Pinkie gave a reassuring smile to show her sincerity.
“It’s okay, please call me Pinkamena.” She then smiled again. The filly was just as happy as she could be. They both hopped off towards the house, smiling the usual Pinkie smile. Pinkie was excited to begin playing with her filly self. She remembered it being lonely and boring on the old rock farm. There was never much to do, even if this was a dream world. Pinkie somehow felt obligated to give her younger self some much needed company, even if it was with her older self. They reached the front door to the house, and Pinkamena unlocked the door. Pinkie thought to herself ‘that’s weird, why would she lock the door?’
The door opened with a creek, and the inside of the house was extremely tidy. It had every floor sparkling, every wall bright and cheerful, and the furniture looked near new. The place had a reclining sofa with a long coffee table placed in the middle of the living room. There were paintings of Mrs. and Mr. Pie, along with some portraits of skylines over various cities. Even over the fireplace there was a picture of Sugar Cube Corner. The only thing that seemed unusual to be in her mind, was a picture of some pony she had never seen before. The pony was a dark grey with a black mane and tail. It had a certain motherly appeal to her, and she even had a cutie mark that was a stitched heart.
Pinkie was so baffled by this pony. She moved closer to take a look. The pony had to be a little older, because she had glasses and streaks of grey running through her mane. Not enough to make out from afar, but it was noticeable. Pinkie was confused; she turned to Pinkamena with her curious look.
“Who is this pony?” Pinkie asked
“That’s grandmother, don’t you remember?” Pinkamena gave Pinkie a ‘matter of fact’ look.
“That’s not Gram Gram. She didn't have that cutie mark, or coat color. Her cutie mark was a ball of yarn.” Pinkie got a weird feeling in her throat. Gram Gram had died when Pinkie was extremely young. She has fond memories just speaking about Gram Gram.
“No, silly, don’t you remember. This is our other grandma. Our nanny, remember how much she cared for us?” Pinkie was even more confused. She didn't have a nanny as a filly. Why would her mind suddenly create this mysterious figure? Pinkie remembered that she was here for tea time, and shrugged it off.
“Are we ready for a cup of tea madame?” Pinkie smiled at Pinkamena, who nodded and smiled at Pinkie.
The table had been set according to the standard rules of tea time. There were saucers with tea cups on them, the tea kettle in the middle of the table, and the typical characters were placed around the table. Pinkamena stood next to the table in excitement as Pinkie entered into the room. To Pinkie’s surprise, there was even piping hot tea. She knew because the steam was emitting from the spout of the kettle. Pinkie looked around the solid oak table. There were a few stuffed animals, and for some weird reason there was a jar with a cricket in it. Also, there was a cardboard box with a heart on only one side of it.
“This is sir Reginald.” Pinkie tapped the jar with the cricket and moved on to the next seat. “This is Princess Fluffybutt,” as she touched one of the ears of a stuffed rabbit. She moved in a clockwise fashion “this is Togo, and this is Wheatly.” Pinkamena touched the bear and then the box. Each of which Pinkie smiled at, and she giggled a little bit at Princess Fluffybutt. Pinkamena pulled out a chair and motioned for Pinkie to come sit down. Pinkie trotted over and took her seat. Pinkie was excited and ready for tea time to start.
“Thank you so much Pinkamena, you are a super duper host!” Pinkie gave Pinkamena a smile as she was sitting down. Pinkie looked across the table to Sir Reginald chirping inside his glass jar. Pinkie was wondering what the cricket in a jar could mean. Each character that sat at the table Pinkie didn't recognize. Why would her mind create images that make no sense? Pinkie was beginning to grow a little concern that something might turn out bad. She had that twitch in her tail after all.
Pinkie tried to shrug the feeling, but the twitch kept her on edge. Still, she smiled and laughed as Pinkamena was having pretend conversations with all the interesting characters around the table.
“So, Princess Fluffybutt, have you heard about the guy who invented knock knock jokes? No? He won a no-bell prize!” Pinkie and Pinkamena laughed, Sir Reginald chirped loudly. The two ponies were having a blast, even if Pinkie found this whole thing to be pretty weird.
“Hey, Pinkamena?” Pinkie had one thing bearing heavy on her mind, and she finally had to ask, “Where is Grandma?”
“You mean Madame Mel?” Pinkamena looked at Pinkie with a serious look. Pinkie was beginning to become confused by the fillies games.
“You called her grandma before.” Pinkie took a sip of nonexistent tea.
“Well, you seemed to disapprove of that name, so call her Madame Mel, because she is such a lady, and her full name is Matilda.” Pinkamena gave a forced smile. Pinkie was still curious about this grandma, or Madame Mel, character.
“Who is she, I’ve never met her before, and trust me I remember every pony I’ve ever met.” Pinkie had lost her smile by this point, and had a curious look on her face.
“She is my nanny!” Pinkamena began to become angry, Pinkie flinched a little. “She helps me not be so scared.” Pinkamena was standing out of her chair now, with her front hooves slammed down onto the wooden table.
“Geez, I was just wondering. You don’t have to get defensive over her.” Just then there was a loud throat clearing.
“And who might you be?” There was an older ladies voice that came from behind Pinkie. She turned around to see a darker grey pony staring down at Pinkie. It was the same mare from the picture of Madame Mel, and she had a look of intrigue on her face. Pinkie quickly stood up to face the nanny.
“I’m Pinkie Pie, and I was wondering exactly the same thing about you!” Pinkie stood on her hind legs and put her front legs on her hips. She had a look of annoyance on her face, and Madame Mel just stared at her with an uncaring look.
“Yes, well maybe we should sit down and talk this through." Madame Mel gave Pinkie a look of expectancy, making Pinkie realize that maybe she should sit down. Pinkie sat, and looked up at Madame Mel with the same annoyed look.
“Well, to begin with, my name is Matilda, grandma, and as of lately Madame Mel.” She gave out a snort. “I am Pinkamena’s nanny.” With that Madame Mel looked Pinkie over. “That seems to have been established, but if you want further explanations, I will provide them.” Pinkie lost her look of annoyance, and became curious and ready to start the questionnaire.
“I know this is my mind. Why have I never met you before?” Pinkie asked
“Ah, because to be truthful, I am a part of your minds defenses. I keep bad thoughts away from Pinkamena.” Pinkie became a little confused.
“Wait, so who is Pinkamena?”
“Well, she is everything you oppress normally, like anger, sadness, and even darkness.” After Madame Mel said that, there was a familiar voice that rung out to Pinkie.
“Pinkie Pie? Where are you?” the voice was really loud, and sounded much like Luna.
“What the?” Pinkie got up to go outside. There in the distance was Princess Luna. The alicorn looked up and shouted.
“Pinkie!” Luna flew over to Pinkie and came in between the door and Pinkie. “You are in danger!” Luna had a grave look on her face.
“What do you mean Luna?” Pinkie had become even more confused and a little frightened.
“You must not associate with yourself like this. It’s not just a dream anymore!” Just then there was a flame that shot into Luna. Luna screamed out in pain, and vanished. There behind Luna was Pinkamena.
“Pinkie! It is rude to leave the table without excusing yourself!” Pinkamena looked furious, her eyes had dilated; her entire face was furrowed forwards, and her teeth were smashed together. “Get back inside and finish your tea!” ` ”Whoa, what are you doing?” Pinkie was scared to the point of trembles. She had no idea what was going on. Madame Mel came stepping out from behind Pinkamena.
“Pinkamena, calm yourself. This is not how we treat our guests. Now, Pinkie, I would highly recommend that you come inside. There is so much to discuss, and you really don’t have a choice in the matter. Suddenly shadows morphed out of the ground and wrapped around Pinkie’s legs. They lifted her in the air slightly and slid over towards the giant table. They slammed her back in the chair and held her down.
“What is going on!?” Pinkie yelled at the two ponies. Pinkamena just giggled at Pinkie, and Madame Mel shoved her a little.
“You really don’t understand. Pinkamena here has wanted a real play mate for a long time. This isn’t just your dreams, it is the part of your mind that you abandoned as a child. This is your old imagination. Here is your innocence, here is your emotions, and here is your prison. You are going to be Pinkamena’s playmate forever.” Just then there was a flash of white, that froze both of the ponies and became brighter and brighter.
Pinkie opened her eyes to see Twilight looking at her. Pinkie soon realized that she was in the hospital back in Ponyville. Pinkie had cold sweats running down her face. Twilight got a giant smile on her face and looked like a mess.
“Pinkie!” Twilight hugged Pinkie.
“Ouch! Twilight that hurts!” Pinkie cringed because twilight accidently hugged her rib cage. Twilight quickly let go.
“Oh, Pinkie, I’m so sorry… For everything.” Twilight began to get a tear in her eye, and Pinkie sat up rather slowly.
“What happened?” Pinkie asked, and Twilight looked at her.
“Well, the party cannon had too much pressure built up for your launch. You overshot the target and your parachute cord had malfunctioned. Luckily you hit the trees as you lost momentum, but the resulting crash gave you a broken rib and front leg. You were bleeding pretty badly from a couple of gashes made. You passed out from exhaustion, and we found you not even in ten minutes. Just I am so glad you are alive!” Twilight had streams of tears running down her face. Pinkie reached out with her non broken hoof and wiped Twilight's tears away.
“Don’t worry; I’m still alive and happy as ever.” Pinkie knew she was lying. The dream she had dealt with. There was so much about it that really did scare her. “How long was I out?”
“You have been out for almost an entire day. There was something else too. There were small traces of neurotoxins found in your blood. It causes ponies to go into a coma like state. What’s really weird though, you were talking in your sleep. I’ve been here for the last two hours recording what you said. What was your dream about, you seemed to have gotten frightened or something.”
Pinkie just looked at Twilight and gave a sigh. Pinkie had just learned about darkness inside her mind. She wanted to try and forget about the dream, but it seems like she had to tell Twilight about it.
