Title:           Raising Cakes Part 2
Author:          BuseyAnon
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First Edit:      Wednesday 9th of January 2013 02:51:35 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 9th of January 2013 02:51:35 PM CDT

"Pinkie, are you ready? It's time"
>The sun had risen early this morning
>There were no clouds to be seen
>By all accounts, it was shaping up to be a beautiful day
>And you were going to a funeral
>Pinkie came downstairs
>She had tied a simple black band around her mane
>It was still as straight as ever
>You'd kept it together as best you could to give her some time to process what had happened
>She had not
>The two of you had barely said anything to each other. You had taken care of the four of you, looking after the twins
>Looking after Pinkie
>Today you had dropped them off with Granny Smith
>No child should have to watch their parents being buried
>You had put on a black jacket
>With the weather you're sure to feel the heat
>You've been thinking like that a lot lately
>Cramming your mind full of trivial thoughts. Mainly so the important ones don't seep in
>You were taking care of everone now, whether you liked it or not. Grief can come later
>"I'm ready Anon"
>Pinkie's voice, monotone as ever, breaks your train of thought
>You open the door and step outside together
 
>Pinkie's friends are already here
>You're on first name terms with a few of them
>You're in regular contact with Applejack, her family is one of your best suppliers
>The rest you've only met once or twice
>They look at you, giving you small sympathetic smiles
>You nod back
>You aren't really in a smiling mood
>There are plastic seats laid out on the lawn in front of two freshly dug grave plots
>And beside them sit two boxes
>The service begins. An old grey stallion begins to speak about the Cakes life
>You hear little of it
>Looking around, you see many ponies in attendance
>Most are crying, or on the verge of tears
>You realize you are not
>You think to yourself, why?
>It's sad, funerals are sad, so cry
>Nothing
>You knew them, they were your friends
>They were your family
>Be sad! Show some sort of emotion
>Prove you cared at all...
>You look down at Pinkie
>Her face was blank, expressionless
>Just like yours
>The two of you stood, completely lost, as your loved ones were lowered slowly into the earth
>Unconsciously, you placed your hand on Pinkie's shoulder
>You felt her flinch as the caskets touched the bottom
>You untense your hand, realising you'd been gripping her tightly
>She didn't seem to register it
>You stayed until the last shovel full of earth had been heaped
>And long afterwards
>Slowly, everyone left
>Everyone but you and Pinkie
"Come on. Let's get back"
>Pinkie remained, unmoving
"Pinkie, we have to leave..."
>Finally, she turned to look at you
>Her face creased up, and the tears fell
>You knelt and held her tight. As if by holding her as tightly as possible, you could somehow make things right, turn things back to the way they were
>She didn't make any noise
>Just wept silently, in that quiet graveyard. Just her and you, alone with your grief
>After a time, she broke away
>She wiped her eyes with her hoof and gave you a weak smile
>"Thanks Anon" She whispered
>She turned and left. This walk home was for her and her alone
>You didn't want to leave just yet
>Leaving meant accepting they were gone and getting on with your life
>It was childish, but you wanted to put that off as long as you could
 
>Walking through the gravestones, you were surprised to see Applejack sitting alone
>She was holding her hat in her hooves
>As soon as she saw you, she stood up and replaced her hat
>"Well howdy Anon. Ah'm awful sorry about-"
>You nod, cutting her off
"Thank you, Applejack. I don't really want to talk about it."
>She cocks her head
>"Shucks, talking about it's the only way you'll feel better"
>You stare at her
>How could she possibly know what you're feeling?
>How dare she presume to know?
"Thanks all the same, Applejack, but I'd prefer it if you dropped the subject."
>"Ah was only-"
>That's it
"Only what? Only sticking your goddamn nose where it doesn't belong? You're talking about shit you couldn't even begin to understand!"
>She looks upset
>"Ah'm sorry Ano-"
"Yeah, I'm sorry too Applejack. Now why don't you just get out of here?"
>Tears fill her eyes and she turns and runs from the cemetery
>You kick the nearest gravestone in anger
>Not at Applejack, but at the situation
>How could they do this to you?
>Just leave?
>Your foot was killing you
>What did you just kick?
>You pay attention to the headstone for the first time
>'Ma and Pa Apple. Loving parents. Gone but never forgotten.'
>Wow. You fucked up.
>Applejack was just trying to talk things out with you, and you treated her like dirt, not to mention pretty much pissing on her parents grave
>The reasonable thing to do would be to head down to Sweet Apple Acres and apologise
>You aren't feeling very reasonable right now
>You make your way out of the cemetery
>Upon reaching the gate you turn
>One last look back
>That's all you'll allow yourself
>Got to keep it together Anon
>Like you kept it together with Applejack?
>You strode back through town
>You need to find someplace with a liquor licence
 
>You were back on the couch
>Only sideways
>You were staring at three strange receptacles made of a see through material
>And someone has stolen the Irish bathwater that used to be inside them
>Oh wait
>You jiggle about
>Sloshing sounds from your stomach confirm it
>You drank it all
>Silly Anon
>You so cray cray
>Not for real real though. Just for play play
>You itch your belly and sit up
"Why is this place so fucking pink?"
>You wonder out loud to yourself
>The day had dragged on, and still no Pinkie
>You figured Applejack had gone home and told her while she was picking the foals up
>You didn't want them to see you like this anyway
>You weren't normally a big drinker, but, you muse as you uncork yet another bottle you found in the folds of the couch
>Today has been not normal
>Wait, that doesn't sound right
>Un-normal?
>Disnormal
>Fuck it, disnormal
>The door creaks open slightly
>"Anon?"
>Oh good, Pinkie is home
"I'm *hic*- oh excuse me- I'm in here"
>She comes nervously closer
"Pinkameeeeena! That's a silly name, Pinkie"
>She bites her lip as tears well up in her eyes
>"You're drunk" Her voice cracks
"Ding ding ding! Give this girl a medal!"
>You begin to clap and giggle
>"I... Anon, you..."
>She runs from the house in tears
>Good going Anon, that's two mares in one day
>Shut up man
>What? I'm just saying-
>Just leave me alone
>You turn over on the couch
"Celestia, I'd do anything to have them back"
>You descend into a fitful sleep