Making Pinkie Cry

(Here's one I posted as Anonymous, what seems like ages ago)

 

>day 5

>Walking through ponyville

>the bright colors clash with my dark mood.

>Suddenly, poofy pink pony bouncing in a circle around me

>She babbles on and on and on.

>I kneel down closer, then grab the pony's head between my hands.

>I stare deep into her blue eyes, willing every drop of pain, homesickness, and sorrow into and through my gaze.

>The pony whimpers a bit, lower lip trembling.

>She tries to pull out of my grasp, but I hold.

>Another whimper, then there's the sound of air escaping a balloon as the pony's hair deflates.

>Stand and continue on my way, leaving the pony bawling in the street behind me.

>Today was a bad day

>Just like all the others.

 

 

 

>Day 6

>Sitting in Twilight's basement

>Pink pony bursts into door at the top of stairs.

>Confetti, confetti everywhere.

>She's singing some inane song.

>Stare at her, grab her head again when she gets close enough.

>She gives a cheerful smile.

>It fades quickly as I again express my sorrows directly through my gaze into her blue eyes.

>As she breaks into great waterfalls of tears, I head upstairs.

>I tell Spike and Twilight about Pinkie and head out on the town for a while.

>Night falls, and I see Twilight leading a still sniffling Pinkie home.

>I return to Twilight's partially flooded basement.

 

 

 

>Day 7

>Twilight talks at me about Pinkie.

>Mention not the pink one's name, lest their attention be drawn.

>Too late.

>Pinkie pops out of a vase with a plate of cookies, jabbering away cheerfully.

>She gets too close as she jabs a cookie in my mouth.

>Grab her head and look into her eyes.

>"Oh no not again..." she whimpers.

>As she breaks down in tears, Twilight yells at me.

>Grab another cookie as the purple one pushes me out the door of the library.

>As she heads back inside to console Pinkie for the second day in a row, I walk off, somberly munching the cookie.

 

 

 

>Day 8

>Standing in Carousel Boutique

>Rarity is taking measurements for making me some clothes.

>Twilight is still lecturing me about Pinkie.

>She steps out for a moment, then escorts Pinkie in.

>Twilight insists on an apology.

>As Rarity trots off with her measurements to get started, I kneel down.

>Cautiously, Pinkie starts to approach.

>I sigh.

"... I am sorry, Pinkie Pie."

>"Awwww, that's okay, Anonanononamousus!"

>She continues on in her babbling.

 

>I grab her head and look deeply into her eyes once again.

>She changes in mid-sentence to a slight scream, followed by bawling.

>I walk out as Twilight yells at me.

>I see Twilight taking a sniffling Pinkie Pie to get ice cream later in the day.

 

 

 

>Day 9

>The pegasi had scheduled a slight drizzle.

>I had gone out to do a few errands that Twilight needed done.

>Spike was busy dusting and reshelving books.

>Return to the library late in the day.

>"SURPRISE!"

>The library is filled with ponies, streamers, balloons, and confetti.

>Music plays from a gramophone in the corner.

>I give a polite nod to the crowd, heading to the refreshment table.

>I sip some punch and watch ponies dance and play games.

>Cautiously, the pink one eases up to my side and asks if I like it.

>I nod.

"Thank you, Pinkie Pie."

>She beams cheerfully, then babbles a response.

>She grabs my hand, then pulls me out onto the dance floor.

>She dances eagerly, encouraging me to do the same.

 

>I grab her head, pouring the sorrow from my eyes to hers.

>She breaks into a sorrowful wail.

>Her sobs are a jarring counterpoint to the cheery music in the background.

>The other ponies move in to cheer her up as I go down to my cot in the basement.

 

 

 

>Day 10

>I wake.

>The world was filled with yaps, barks, fur, and wagging tails.

>I sit up.

>Puppies. Puppies from wall to wall in my basement room.

>They scamper and crawl over each other as they play.

>Blinking, I pet a few that get closer.

>I wade through the puppies, and the door bursts open.

>It's Rarity! Oh wait, no. No, it's Pinkie again.

>She babbles on and on about the virtues of puppies to cheer others up.

>Fluttershy quietly peers in from behind the door and her mane.

>Pinkie scoops up a couple of puppies and gives a grin wider than seems possible as she shows them to me.

>The grin falters a bit as I lean closer and impassively look into those blue eyes.

>She flinches and shrinks back a bit as I pat the poofy pink mane her atop the head.

>I walk past Fluttershy and out to face the day.

>I see Pinkie looking jittery and nervous later on.

>She gives a nervous smile, then zips away before I get too close.

>...I wonder why.

 

 

 

 

>Day 11

>I have been walking around ponyville all day, looking for a place that I might rent.

>Just past lunchtime, the pink one started sneaking around, following me.

>It looks like she's carrying some sort of box.

>I slow down a bit, walking down one street for a good way, then turn a corner.

>Out of sight, I wait for the pink, bouncing pony to slink into view.

>A few moments pass, then she pops into view.

>She jumps a bit, then gives a big grin.

>She starts reaching behind her back. I must act quickly.

>I grab her head and stare deeply into her blue eyes.

>Every line and crease my hard life has carved into my face deepens as I pour my sorrows out through my gaze.

>A slight whimper escapes Pinkie, escalating into all-out bawling.

>A box falls from her back. It's wrapped like a present.

>A label indicating it's for me bobs from a ribbon.

>Leaving Pinkie to wail great waterfalls of tears, I open it.

>It's a hat. Somewhat nice, too.

>...

>I pat the poofy cloud atop the pink one's head, then stroll off.

>I put the hat on as her sobs fade into that low, tired moaning sort of sob.

 

 

 

>Day 12

>I was reading a book in Twilight's basement.

>Above, I heard the door slam open, followed by the pink one's voice.

>"Twilight! TWILIGHT! I've gotta super-de-duper megahuge monster problem I need your help with!"

>You hear the telltale sounds of books shifting from a disorganized pile.

>"Err, okay, Pinkie. What's the problem?" asks Twilight.

>I mark my place in my book. This might be interesting."

>"Okay you remember how the last seven days I've been trying to cheer Anon up but I keep winding up in tears?"

>"Vividly." Twi sounds bitter that she was the one that had to cheer the pink one up. Just a little.

>I walk up the stairs to the door, cracking it open a little to peer out.

>"So I was thinking I really need to bust out ALL the stops because parties and snacks and presents didn't do the trick and he really really needs something cheerful because he-"

>She continues to babble.

>This may be a problem developing.

>"-and then I said to myself, 'Pinkie!' and I answered, 'What?' and then replied, 'Nop0ny deserves to be that sad! We should do something!' and then I went with myself to my room f-"

>I open the door as quietly as I can, then start strolling toward the pink pony.

>"-but there wasn't anything th- Uh-oh."

 

>She turns around, wide-eyed. Her pupils shrink to pinpricks as I grip the sides of her head.

>A universe made of grief spins in my eyes as I stare deeply into Pinkie's again.

>She shudders in my grip for a little bit, then there's the sound of a deflating balloon as her mane... deflates.

>I release her, and she stays put, frozen in place.

>I pet her long, straight mane a little, then quietly murmur in her ear.

"Pick your battles... You don't have to worry about me."

>Her lower lip trembles as I turn and stroll back to the basement.

>A heart-wrenching wail of sorrow erupts as I close the door.

>...

>I pack some towels under the door to prevent flooding.

 

 

 

>Day 13

>Twilight has been acting cagey all day.

>Applejack got fidgety when I mentioned it to her.

>The pink one is nowhere to be seen.

>Mr. Cake started to say something when I asked, but Mrs. Cake silenced him with an eclair.

>Something was brewing.

>As I passed the spa, I was grabbed and pulled inside by pink and blue hooves.

>Their services were nice, even though they were unsolicited.

>As I reclined in their largest tub, usually intended for multiple ponies, my mind begins to wander to life before Equestria.

>A sigh escapes my lips.

>"Awwww... why so gloomy, Anon?"

>I suddenly realize I'm not alone in the bath.

>Pinkie smiles over at me.

>I stare at her. Her smile fades.

>"Awww... shoot. I was sure this would work!"

>I stand, then start walking out.

>"Wait! Wait! Don'cha want some lunch or someth-"

>I grab Pinkie's head when she gets close enough.

>She dangles from my hands as I stare deep into her eyes.

>Her lower lip trembles as she bears witness yet again to my unspoken sorrows.

>The spa ponies sweep in to tend to the softly crying pony once I set her down.

>Twilight is still acting cagey when I return.

>They're up to something.

>I can tell.

 

 

 

>Day 15

>The six have been acting strangely for the past few days.

>The pink one has kept on trying to cheer me up, but she hasn't been getting so terribly devastated when I stare into her eyes as much.

>Today, I was awoken by a ruckus upstairs.

>Heading up to the library, I saw the six.

>Pinkie beams cheerfully at me, and before I know it, I'm blindfolded and being led out the door.

>"ANONANONANONANON! Come with us! Come with us! We've got a biiiiiiig surprise for you!" bubbles Pinkie.

>Eventually they stop dragging me.

>They pull off the blindfold.

>I'm facing a modest house.

>"Tadaaaaa! We got you a place of your very own!"

>They push and pull me into the house.

>I haven't had my own place before. Only renting.

>The house was even scaled to me, mostly.

>I smile slightly, though I can feel that it doesn't reach my eyes.

"I appreciate it. Thank you."

>"You're welcome, Anon," replies Twilight. "Later today, Princess Celestia is going to be dropping by as well! She wants to meet you."

>I nod. It sounds like she's omitting something, but I don't press the issue.

>My sparse few belongings are moved to the house.

 

>Not long after lunch, a chariot descends from the sky.

>A winged unicorn at least twice as tall as the rest of the ponies steps out.

>Greetings and bows from the ponies around.

>I nod a polite greeting, and she gives a calm smile.

>"You must be the Anonymous that Twilight has written to me about. I am Princess Celestia."

>I exchange a few polite pleasantries.

>Pinkie suddenly goes for a hug.

>Frowning, I grab her head and start looking in her eyes.

>I feel my head gripped in magic, then turned to face the princess.

>"Twilight wrote to me of her concerns regarding Pinkie Pie and you. I decided that I should see for myself."

>She gives a calm smile. Well, she asked for it.

>I give a slight smile in return, then look deep into her violet eyes.

>My sorrows pour into the pearlescent pony princess's gaze.

>Her smile remains, though it recedes from her eyes.

>She stares back into my eyes.

>I can see a galaxy of grief bloom into her gaze, boring into me.

>The two of us stand there for ages, the six looking back and forth between the two of us with concern.

 

>A passing filly looks too long upon our faces, and breaks into a sorrow-filled wail.

>Soon, the entire plaza is filled with sobbing ponies.

>A faint smile emerges from me, little joy to be found in it.

>I recieve one in return.

>I step forward, wrapping a hug around the princess's neck, as she hugs in return.

>We turn, then begin walking down the street, supporting each other with each weary step.

>At a hilltop outside of Ponyville, we share our sorrows.

>Princess Celestia gives another hug, followed by sage advice tempered over millenia with the fires of wisdom.

 

 

 

>Day 30

>I haven't made Pinkie cry in a couple of weeks.

>Princess Celestia's advice has helped me cope.

>She also took a moment to explain to Pinkie that sometimes, a sadness is too big to just sweep away in one go.

>The pink one still does little things to try to cheer me up, but she's not as obnoxious about it.

>She's a nice pony.

>It's probably for the best that she doesn't leave me alone.

>That'd just let me wallow in my pity.

>Pinkie smiles expectantly up at me as I eat an eclair.

>I give her a smile I picked up from the princess and kneel down.

>A moment of panic flashes through her eyes as I reach toward her.

>...I pull her into a hug.

>Once it registers that she's not about to be exposed to the expanse of my troubles again, she hugs back with a smile.

"Thanks, Pinkie..."

>I'm not sure how long I hugged the pony.

>...maybe there are better days ahead.

>Maybe.

 

>And they lived, if not happily ever after, at least a little bit less sad.

>end