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- >Heavy rain rattled against the windows as you stood staring down at her.
- >God damnit Anon, this really got out of hand.
- >You hadn't meant for things to turn out this way.
- >You were just gonna grab the bits from the safebox and be on your way out of this hellhole of a town.
- >You weren't counting on her, or anyone else for that matter, showing up.
- >It's just typical, ever since you came to this place these ponies just wouldn't leave you alone.
- >Why did she have to get involved?
- >What was she even doing here?
- >Did she somehow know you'd be there?
- >Well, it's too late to ask her now...
- >You should really get going, it wouldn't look good if someone else were to walk in on you, but you still linger.
- >You never took a life before, at least not by your own hand
- >You look at the bloodied frying pan lying on the floor next to her.
- >It had been more of a paniced reflex than a conscious action.
- >She just seemed to pop up out of nowhere and the frying pan was readily available.
- >It had happened so fast.
- >An alien mixture of woe, vexation and emptiness; this isn't how you had imagined it would feel.
- >Argh.
- >This is no time to repent, you have to get out of here.
- >There are still several hours till sunrise, if you move fast and mask your trail you should be able to... Hold on, what's this?
- >On the ground beside her lies an envelope.
- >She must have been carrying it with her.
- >Despite knowing you shouldn't, curiosity gets the best of you and you bend down to pick up the letter.
- >It's a smooth, thick paper with a pink tint; go figure.
- >"To Anon." it reads on the front, apparenlty written by hand, or hoof, as it were.
- >You open up the envelope and retrieve a note from inside, it's made from the same high-quality, pink paper.
- >The light of the moon shining through the dark clouds outside is just about enough for you to make out what's written.
- >"My dearest Anon.
- >Ever since you came here, it's been obvious to everypony that you've felt like an outsider.
- >I know that everypony gave you a hard time when you first came here, because you were so different from everypony else.
- >So when you said all those mean things, or when you acted like a big Grumpy-McMeanie-Pants, I understood.
- >Even thought you hurt a lot of ponies feelings and made everypony very upset, I know why you did the things you did.
- >Sometimes when a pony is all alone, when they're feeling hurt or vulnerable, they can be mean and hurtful because they feel like they have to protect themselves.
- >But I don't think that anypony should have to feel that way, not even if that pony is a hooman.
- >Because if there's one thing I love, it's to make my friends smile.
- >And that's what you are to me, Anon, even if you like it not.
- >You're my friend.
- >And as your friend it's my obligation to tell you that everthing is okay.
- >I know you got of to a rough start with, well, pretty much everypony in town.
- >But don't worry, your good old pal Pinkie is here for you, because I understand.
- >And in time, I'm sure everypony else will too.
- >
- >I don't know when your birthday is and since you didn't even show up for your Welcome-to-Ponyville-party, I decided to throw another party in your honor.
- >Since I take it you're not fond of crowds of ponies, this party would be just for you and me, for two friends.
- >A Pinkie-Pie-Understands-And-Forgives-You-And-Hopes-We-Can-Be-The-Bestest-Of-Bestest-Of-Bestest-Of-Friends-party, just for you.
- >I even baked you a great, big, humongous, giant cake, which I'm sure you'll love.
- >And I really hope that you can learn to trust us ponies, and maybe you can find your home here in Ponyville.
- >I sure would love that.
- >
- >Lots of smiles,
- >Your Bestest Friend Pinkie Pie"
- >Your hand falls to your side.
- >The letter drops from your grip, gently falling to land in the small pool of blood creeping across the floor.
- >Feeling numb, you once again turn to look at her as liquid dripplets start falling against the wooden floorboards at your feet.
- >You guess there must a leak in the ceiling...
- >Suddenly, all your former plans and ideas seem meaningless.
- >You no longer desire the bits that the Cakes have stashed away in their safebox.
- >There's only one thought in your head, raging through your mind, plaguing your very being;
- >You just killed the only person who ever cared for you.
- >You drop to your knees beside her, your only friend, and you weep.
- >You stay by her side, nothing else matters.
- >There are no more dreams now, only tears.
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