Title:           Just A One-Shot [AiE]
Author:          CorenKeitaro
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/Xirsayc8
First Edit:      Saturday 26th of January 2013 07:48:34 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 5th of November 2014 11:30:37 PM CDT

>Sitting there in the darkness, you sigh.
>It was that time of day, now.
>You were sealed here, in the depths of Canterlot, where Princess Celestia was to make sure you /never/ escaped.
>That damned Alicorn should’ve just killed you.
>Then you wouldn’t have to endure the same thing every day at precisely 6:32 in the afternoon.
>You sigh, a single blinding light tearing into your ocular organs like blades.
>Looking upon the silhouette of the pink mare that did this daily, you batten down the hatches, preparing for her.
>”Hey there, Nonny! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting!”
>Pinkie Pie walked in, holding a small basket that appeared to have several cupcakes in them.
>With a derisive snort, you respond [spoiler][/spoiler]“Oh yes, because there’s so much to do here but wait.”
>”Don’t be such a Grumpy Gus, Nonny!” She plopped down onto her flank, smiling widely. “So, how’re you today?”
“Shove it up your flank.”
>Pinkie’s smile doesn’t even flicker.
>”Well, I can’t really do that if you won’t even tell me, can I?”
>Damn her, and her jokes.
>”Well, here you go,” she said, sliding the basket towards you.
>You casually reach out for the basket.
>Your hand passes the protective circle that keeps you locked in the room, and your hand instantly ignites in black flame.
>Pinkie frowns, swatting your hand and smacking it back into the circle.
>”Don’t do that.”
>You simply laugh as she pushes the basket all the way into the circle.
“Still touchy over a little fire, hmm?”
>Pinkie sighs, but chooses to change the subject.
>”I brought you some of your favorites today,” she said, pointing at the basket. “And a few other ones, too. I even tried mixing and matching some of the old to make some new!”
>You nod. [spoiler][/spoiler]“Ah, yes. You certainly can cook, even if you’re worthless in all other regards.”
>Pinkie smiles slightly.
>Shit. She took that as a compliment.
>You’d think that over the last six months, you’d stop doing that.
“In any case, do you not have a job to attend to?”
>She frowns at that.
>”Well, yeah… But I can get there quick enough.”
“You’re in Canterlot now, yet you plan to arrive at Sugarcube Corner in a matter of minutes?”
>”Yup!”
>Her continuing jovial outlook towards the world still seems to sicken you.
>Perhaps you would become immune to such stupidity soon?
“…You don’t plan on letting up on this constant torture, do you?”
>”Nope!” she says happily.
“I see.”
>You lay down flat on your back, staring at the ceiling.
>If you have to keep staring at that pink blob of sugar for another minute, you’ll want to gouge your eyes out.
>That infernal light that burns at said tools of vision doesn’t appear to be helping, either.
>Silence filled the room for several minutes.
>Knowing Pinkie, though, that silence would be shattered in a matter of-
>”Surprise!” she suddenly screamed out, making you leap several feet into the air.
>You shoot a glare at the damn girl, who’s now wearing a party hat and managed to summon up a cake out of nowhere.
>You’d question it, but after the last six times she did it, you learned not to.
“Damnit, would you stop doing that!?”
>”Nope!”
>You growl at her in response, only for her to slide the cake into the circle.
>”You probably don’t remember what day it is,” Pinkie said, her happy tone faltering for a moment.
>…Let’s see, take the three, multiply it by the…
>…Oh.
>”Today’s the day we had our first date,” she said, smiling sadly. “We really just went around pranking the pants off of a bunch of people, but it was fun…”
>…
>”I really miss the old you, Anonymous. Why did you have to go?”
>You feel another feeling building in your stomach.
“…What had to be done, had to be done,” you say, turning away.
>This thrice-damned mare…
>As if staying here wasn’t Hell enough, she came by and rubbed the pain of the darkness in your face daily.
“…Leave.”
>”Nonny-”
“Leave!”
>You sit down, your back turned to her.
”I’ve grown tired of your incessant need to be around me; all it is is annoying.”
>”But-”
>She stops.
>”…I’m sorry. I’ll… Just leave you alone.”
>You hear her stand up.
“Good.”
>You close your eyes, trying to purge this memory from your systems.
>Then, you feel something on your cheek, then something else lands on your head.
>”I still love you.”
>The soft clopping sound of her hooves hitting the stone as she left resounded throughout this cold chamber.
>A party hat was on your head; the same one she’s been wearing moments earlier.
>And your cheek…
>Running your hand over where she kissed, you find that something seems to have gotten stuck in your eye.
>As you wipe your eyes softly, you mutter
“Fucking Pinkie Pie…”