Happy Pinkie (Birthday Gift for Hesh) (Short)

>You are Anon.
>Anonymous, if you want to go all formal.
>And today, you are happy.
>For some reason, you just can’t help being so damn giddy.
>Must be all of that sugary cereal.
>But good god man, you need your dose.
>You tug on your jacket.
>The schedule said it was going to rain today.
>Not sure when, but hey, you wanted to be ready.
>You were also wearing your favorite shirt, which might have added to your mood.
>Good golly, you were happy.
>The writer can’t emphasize this enough.
>You can’t knock that shit eating grin off your face.
>You prance into town, saying hello to every pony you see.
>Looks like you are going to break into song.
>Damn ponies.
>After your little dance, you frolic through the town.
>You can hear the pegasi gathering the clouds now.
>Oh looks, there’s Rainbow Dash.
>You smile and wave.
>She flinches, and flies off.
>She never liked you anyway.

>Ponies slowly file into buildings, and you do the same.
>The home and workplace of the party-pony herself, Sugarcube Corner!
>Oh god, you’re using exclamation marks in your own narrations.
>You are beyond help.
>You slowly open the door, hearing the ring of the store.
>You can practically taste diabetes in here.
>Twilight notices you and waves you over.
>She seems smug over you brand of joy.
>”Well, aren’t you giddy today?”
>You smile and take a seat.
“I really am, Twilight.”
>Creepysmile.jpg
>”Ooookay- have you seen Pinkie?”
>You stop.
>What?
“What?”
>”She was going to have a party outdoors today, but no one came, since we were expecting a downpour today.”
“So you just left her there?”
>”W-we left a note! I even warned her until yesterday!”
>You stop and rub your chin.
“Remember last time you guys missed Pinkie party?”
>Twilight’s face goes pale.
>”Yeah…”
“Right I’m off.”
>”Where? It’s raining!”
“I need to find Pinkie.”
>”B-but-“
>You point at your ONE FINE ASS
“No butts, Twilight, I’m off.”
>”Well, then- I should come with you! She’s my friend too!”
“No, you stay here.”
>Twilight looks to you with worry.
“And prepare a surprise party. I’ll get Pinkie.”
>”How will you convince her?”
“I’ll just remind her what she reminded everypony.”

“Smile.”

>You tug on your jacket tighter, and rush out.
>The rain feels like shards of glass on your face.
>God, that was cold.
>You run faster, ignoring your soaked shoes and jeans.
>You just have to get her.

>Pinkie silently nudged a pile of rocks.
>”No, mister rocks, YOU rock.”
>She then sadly shuffled over to the ruined cake.
>”Would you like to have more?”
>Her mane was straight down, even more so in the rain.
>Her coat was darker than usual, and rain drops freely occupied her tear-welling eyes.
>She slices the cake slightly, and throws it over to the pile of rocks.

>You run as fast as you can.
>You don’t care you are soaked.
>You just don’t care.
>You just can’t leave the pony who was always there for you.
>Even when everyone else avoided you, she stuck by you.
>Your lungs are burning, but that’s fine.
>Because you set fire to the rain.
>Aw yeah.
>You soon see the hill where Pinkie was going to have her party.
>You can spot multi-colored balloons, and the ruined sweets stand.
>Also, the ruined cake.
>NOT THE CAKE
>You jump to the inclined bas of the hill, and start climbing wildly.
>You resort to your hands as well, grabbing what you can.
>You finally reach the top, and see the mare.
>Pinkie seems… less Pinkie.
>Her cold, sad eyes focus on you.
>She’s been crying, you can tell.
>She immediately rushes over to you, and you hold her in a hug.
>She bawls her eyes out, wetting your shirt.
>She pulls away and gasps, noticing the stain on your favorite shirt.
>It was the one she gave it to you.
>”Anon! Y-your shirt…”
>You smile and take off your jacket.
>DAMN IT’S COLD
>You put it over the pink mare, and don’t forget to put up the hood.
>She’s kinda cute like that, actually.
>”B-but your favorite shirt…”
>You shush her.
“It won’t matter much if I lose my favorite pony.”
>She looks to your eyes and blushes.
>You smile again, and bring your forehead to hers.

“Your name is Pinkie Pie…”

>You start to sing.
>The cold is making your voice shake.
>That could just make it worse.
>”H-hello?” She echoes.
>You grin widely and start to rock back and forth gently.
“And you’re here to say…”
“You’re going to make me smile…”
“And you will brighten up my day…”
“It doesn’t matter now…”
>You close your eyes.
>Did it really get that warm in here?
“If I’m sad and blue.”
“Cuz cheering up your friends-“
“Is just what Pinkie’s here to do…”

>You can feel the warm tears flowing from your eyes.
>That first time you got here…
>Everyone thought you were a monster-
>But one pony stood up for you.
>One pony.

>You can’t go on.
>Your tears block any voice.
>Pinkie’s voice then rings out slowly.
>It’s hollow, and tattered.

>”Cuz I love to make you-“
>She can’t go on.

>You remember waking from the ditch.
>Covered in bruises and cuts.
>Your head burned, and one single hoof was given to you.
>Her pink smile plastered onto your face.
>You smiled that day.

>You take a ragged breath.
“Smile, smile, smile-“
>There is a pause.
>”Y-yes I do…”
”It fills your heart with sunshine all the w-while…”
>“Yes i-it does.”

>You open your eyes, and stare into Pinkie’s.
>It never looked more beautiful.
“Cuz all you really need’s a-“
>Smile.
>You smile.

“Smile…”

“Smile…”

>”Smile.”

>She looks up to you, and let out a weak grin.
>She smiled.
>You wrap her closer, and the two of you embrace in a warm hug.

>As the world turned cold around you.