Oh God I'm Alive?

>With a low yawn, along with a stretch, you slowly but surely wake up for another day.
>One that you hope won't end as disastrous as yesterday. Not even two minutes and you're shivering from the memories.
>Unicorn horns aren't supposed to bend that way, not at all.
>In fact, you're sure they're not supposed to bend at all.
>Poor Rarity
>Then again, she called that homeless pony a dirty bum in your presence.
>She knew what horror she wrought when she spoke. You warned her when she had the hair around her rear burned off by that freak fire accident.
>But does the diva listen? Nope.
>Getting out of bed leads to most of your joints popping out in protest.
>'Just five more minutes' you think
>But, Pinkie Pie would be here in a few if you were to do that. An accordion at six in the morning is not the best part of waking up.
>With the pink menace now filling your thoughts with worry, you spring out of bed, ignoring your cold hardwood floors.
>Winter, the equivalent of whatever these multi-colored horses call it. The name escapes you.
>Not important, getting into the bathroom is.
>And so, with a quick shower, shave, including the average morning duties one engages in, you bundle up in your personally tailored clothing and set out.
>The icy wind is there to greet you alright, knocking out whatever remaining lethargy you had.
>"Jesus Christ," the heat of your breath blows around you, only signifying how far the temperature has dropped from earlier this week and the last.
>White, fluffy snow as far as the eye could see.
>But, you can't let its wonders, and your child-like urges deter you now.
>You've got a job to do, one that keeps you fed in this strange, usually colorful world.

>As your boots sink on your journey through the white expanse, you come across various members of the Ponyville Community.
>Time Turner, Lyra, Rose, and others can be seen with their shovels, trying to clear paths from not only their homes, but to the main road as well.
>You greet them with a wave, and some are sure to return the gestures, but, as you've grown accustomed to, there are still those that shrink away at the site of you.
>You'd think being apart of the populace over the last few months would help them to see you in a better light, unfortunately that isn't the case.
>It's bad enough your arrival here cursed you, but being a foreign thing in their land only added to the laundry list of problems you came here with.
>Well, it's fair to say it's less your human aspects, and more the voodoo magic stuff.
>Twilight, Celestia, not even Luna could discern the black aura that took its place in you.
>Nothing dangerous they assured you, so long as ponies around you acted in a kind in courteous manner towards you and one another.
>Should they do something bad however...
>You shake your head, trying to rid your mind of the crying foals and ponies alike as they learned far too late what was wrong.
>At least Discord was able to shed some light on the problem.
>"Instant Karma," was his explanation. He demonstrated by flicking your nose, hard.
>As soon as you uttered, "ouch" a hand-sized anvil appeared out of thin air, striking Discord in the head.
>One pat on the nose and apology later, the lump the anvil left faded just as quick as it appeared.
>Upon realization, the Princesses, once they tried integrating you into society, were sure to spread the news far and wide.
>"Try not to be too mean to our new guest," was what they used to try and soften the blow.
>It's not like they could tell their subjects that being rude could result in potential harm.
>Sadly, a great deal found out the hard way.

>Rarity and Rainbow Dash being the problem cases.
>"Wow, your feet are really big and weird!" the tomboy's first words to you, "I bet you're super clumsy, how can you run on THOSE things!"
>Within a minute every few steps Rainbow took resulted in her falling forward, right on her face.
>Sure it didn't hurt, but it certainly freaked the cyan pegasus out.
>And for the first hour, Twilight kept the secret to fixing the issue to herself.
>Something about six month overdue Daring Do books or something, you dunno you were too busy snickering to yourself at the time.
>So long as the bad wasn't extreme, the punishment wouldn't be too harsh.
>And it's not like apologies or good deeds didn't appease the curse, thus undoing it.
>As far as good karma went, If any pony you met exudes the possibility of receiving it, it'd be Pinkie Pie.
>A party, an initial place to stay, and a job without so much as a single question for help.
>Needless to say the third one became a necessity as business at their shop picked up drastically.
>Wonder why that could've been?
>Unfortunately for the Pie girl, and the Cakes, that lead to larger orders, longer hours, and more labor.
>They had to take on the extra help, but at least they were able to pay you your fair share of bits.
>Honest work, good money, favorable company, what was there not to like?
>And so, here you are, just a few yards from the gingerbread domain.

>Any attempt at getting to the shop at first is stopped by the line leading out of the entrance.
>Dozens of ponies in all shapes, sizes, color, and ages can be seen creating a large line out into the main road and down quite a distance.
>Despite the chilly air, that didn't stop them from bundling up in poofy layers and waiting their turn for their confections.
>A few regulars greet you with a smile and wave at your approach, offering you the means to get into the shop.
>As the deed is mimicked by the other customers, they'd find the air to lose some of its harshness, giving them much needed relief to the weather.
>That is, until one in particular waiting in front of the awning leading in got in your path.
>"Hey!" the mare cries, agitated, "get in the back of the line, ape! Wait your tu-"
>THUMP!
>A giant mound of snow slides off the awning, and right onto the poor pony, completely burying her.
>Not wanting to dally, as you see Mr. Cake running the register, filling orders, you scoot past the pile, duck under the doorway, and head inside.
>"H-Hey Anon!" Mr. Cake's timid tone is lost to the seven ponies trying to place their orders at once.
>You can sweet the sweat visibly pouring from him, and his eyes darting from patron to patron, trying desperately to discern their words among the others.
>Quickly taking your place next to him, you divide the crowd to try and settle the roaring tide of voices.
>You're not even given the opportunity to remove your coat, mittens, or anything else.
>Quite a way to start the day. You weren't expecting things to be like this for another hour or two, yet here they are.
>A somewhat hapless issue that comes with the Cakes and Pinkie treating you like one of their own.
>Not that they seem to mind, but you can't help but feel that the amount is overwhelming them at times.
>Maybe you should tell them to cut back on the gestures of goodwill, else they'll be liable to be swimming in bits and sleepless nights.

>Once you've written down the individual orders of the ones in your line, you make your way to the double doors leading into the kitchen. Carrot is right behind you with his.
>Thankfully for you, and his own nerves, he's visibly calmed in the few minutes you've been here.
>Were the roles reversed, you're sure you'd be the same. Such a thing put you into a panic in your first job back on Earth.
>But, just like now, you grew adapted to get used to the demand, and aside from that haughty mare outside, they're usually well mannered.
>"Hey Pinkie, Cupcake, got your first orders!" You waive the note in your hand as you call.
>"Alrighty, Nonny!" Comes the bubbly mare's voice from just beyond.
>A pink hoof suddenly bursts from within, swiping the thin slips from you and Cupcake's husband.
>Seeing as how you'll need to be on your toes, neither bother with a morning greeting, opting to let the feeling of being in each other's presence suffice for now.
>Even Pinkie has her moments of seriousness, and for good reason.
>The two of you about face and return to your places, ready to file another list of requests.
>Two dozen cupcakes, two chocolate marble cakes, one red velvet, apple cobbler, the demands grow larger and larger with each one you take.
>But, those two in the back can handle it, and if anything Pinkie can take on the load herself.
>You've seen that pink blur out speed Rainbow of all ponies with twice the finesse, this much should be nothing for her.
>And it proves to be that way sooner than you think.
>Despite the growing number of customers, the wait time manages to remain the same.
>The daunting odds mean nothing to the pink bundle of sugar as the first five orders come out on carts.
>Like a well oiled machine, you and Carrot see to each and every pony regardless of their requests, and the two in back work in tandem.

>Grins all abound come pouring out of the front, enticing the crowd with confection-based excitement.
>That, coupled with the faint scent accompanying it, exacerbates the mood.
> And you can't help but smile along with them. This kind of work held no manner of thanks back on your planet, but the ponies here are a different story.
>Plenty of "please" and "thank yous" are uttered by nearly every patron, hardly a complaint about the wait.
>It's too good to be true, even the weather can't seem to put a damper on any of them.
>Well, aside from the mare still buried out there, but no one cares about her.
>At least none of the ones stepping around her, or over her.
>But, that's not what's important right now, getting these orders filled is.
>And it's not too long before they become larger and larger.
>Future parties, weddings, and the like are starting to break through the average half to a dozen cupcake orders you're getting.
>Once Pinkie calls for Carrot to join them in the back is when you start to grasp the situation.
>A glance out the front window shows the line has no signs of shrinking anytime soon.
>Goodness what a morning this is shaping up to be.
>Soon, your hands are flying across the keys in a fruitless attempt to keep up the demand by yourself.
>But, you don't let it get to you, as you're not one to give in from something like this.
>There may be a metaphorical sea of colorful, eager eyes staring at you, but at least it Isn't Stuffed Taco Tuesday.
>No one knows the horrors, or the aftermath.
>Deep breaths Anonymous, you're away from that despicable place.
>Getting your head back in the game, you start using the empty carts left by the customers to roll the orders back to the trio in the kitchen.