- >It is a beautiful Monday out in Ponyville. Too bad you have work at Sugar Cube Corner.
- >As you walk up, you notice that something is wrong.
- >There seems to be some massive globs of dough coming out of the front door and window.
- >Pinkie Pie is sitting on the front lawn with her hooves in her face, her hair is straight, and she looks a lot less vibrant then she usually does. This must be bad.
- “Pinkie! Are you alright?”
- >You jog up and kneel down beside her. It looks as though she crying.
- “Hey, are you alright? What happened to the Corner?”
- >“I only put two cups of flour.” She keeps her hooves in her eyes, and sniffles.
- “Hey, don’t worry now. I bet you can make a mountain of cupcakes with all that dough!”
- >You say it with excitement, but in the back of your head, the sound of random backed good made from the same dough that’s oozing out of the window and over the floor of the Sugar Cube Corner sounds less than appetizing.
- >Pinkie pie takes her hooves out of her eyes and looks at you with wide eyes.
- >“You really think so Anon?”
- >Judging by her face, you force the best fake smile you can muster.
- “Yes. You know what? I bet you could make two mountains full of cupcakes!
- >Pinky’s mane poofs up while her color returns to its usual bright pink.
- >She starts talking insanely fast, something about making a sea of gumdrops, and an airplane out of ice cream, while she bounces up and down like a kangaroo.
- >“Sorry dearie,” Mrs. Cake trots up to you. “It looks like we’ll be out of business for a while.”
- “If Pinkie gets her way, this mess will be cleaned up in no time.”
- >You give Mrs. Cake a friendly smile
- >She smiles awkwardly. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come down to that. Anon, don’t worry, we’ll get this fixed in no time.”
- “Would you like me to help, I mean I work here to.”
- >“No, no anon, you just enjoy your day. It’s wonderfully outside; I wouldn’t want you to waste your time cleaning up Pinky’s mistake.
- >You smile politely, trying to hide your excitement, but Mrs. Cake and see right through it.
- >“Now get going before I change my mind boy!!”
- Thank you Mrs. Cake!
- >You run off, and make your way to Rarity’s.
- >Sweetie bell said something about Rarity asking for your help with something.
- >As soon as her house is in view, you notice three obnoxious fillies. They are trying to climb a nearby tree for some reason.
- >They notice you, and start whispering to each other.
- >It is then that you hear Opalescence, Rarity’s cat. She is up in the tree meowing.
- >Now you can hear Rarity calling out for Opalescence.
- “Do you three need help?”
- >The three of them look at you for a second, and then go back to whispering.
- “Do you guys nee-”
- >Apple Bloom interrupts you, “Scoot want go on a da-
- >Sweetie Bell pulls Apple Bloom back before she can finish her sentence, and instantaneously Scootaloo face hooves
- >“Well what Apple bloom here is trying to say is that we need some help getting Opal down.”
- >You caught what Apple Bloom was saying and finish the rest of that last word in your head. Overall the three of them seem sketchy like always.
- “And how did that happen if I might ask?”
- “Well you….umm….see Anon,”Scootaloo looks at you timidly and avoids eye contact. “We were….ummm…”
- >Scoot always acts really weird around you for some reason, but you always hear that she’s loud and a little hard headed. She always tries to model herself after Rainbow Dash, but you have yet to see it.
- >“We saw Opal out here!” Apple bloom cuts in, “We was tryin to get her down, then we say you, and you’re soooooo tall Anon!!” She stands up for a second as she says this, then fall back on all fours, “Could you help us get er down?!??”
- >You spend the next five or so minutes trying to convince Opalescence to come down and climbing up the tree before you end up rescuing her and get torn to shreds in the process. And if that wasn’t enough, you had to hear the CMC preform some cheerleader chant about you being number one and saving cats.
- >You run like you’re holding a ticking time bomb and scream at Rarity to open the door, all while Opal’s death grip digs deeper into your arm.
- >Rarity levitates Opalescence off of you.
- >“Anon! dear, are you alright!!”
- >You brush your arms off and give her a playful smile.
- “Don’t you make this a joke, Anon