The Pink Surprise.(Updated 4/6/14)

>Be home, cleanin', like a real nigga.

"-Still got ma' homies to watch my back, and they'll smoke ya ass, if ya wanna come chat-"

>*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

>Well, only person that knocks like that is your Adopted brother, John.

>But he hangs with those faggots down by the docks.

>Besides, it's midnight too.

>Walking up to the door, you look through the peephole.

>See nothing.

>Don't wanna be jumped.

>Grabbin' your piece, you open the door wide.

>Looking around, someone left a basket on your doorstep.

>Note on top says, "Have fun! -N"

>What?

>Pulling the semi-heavy basket into your house, you pull open the blanket to see...

>Oh.

>My.

>Fucking.

>Little.

>Pony.

>Somehow, Pinkie Pie, is in your house.

>In the real world.

>She still has her animated body too.

>She's sleeping.

>Looking at the note again, you flip it over.

>"Don't tell anyone about her. If they know, she will cease to exist."

>What the fuck?

>You should make some food for her.

>You think she'll like it.

>You start to make your best dish.

>No, it's not chef boyardee, or oodles and fuckin' noodles.

>A cake.

>Just because a nigga can bake, doesn't mean shit.

>You just like to bake.

>Cotton candy cakes, with sprinkles.

>Always gotta have sprinkles.

>Nothing gay about that.

>Takes you a total of an hour and a half to bake.

>When you finish, you place her near the dinner table, and the cake on said table.

>Waiting for her to wake up, you decide to clean the rest of the house.

>Your, two story, two bath, six room house.

>Nigga even has a basement, too.

>About half an hour you hear some rustling from the dining room.

>Walking close, you nudge the door open, to see her taking bites from the cake.

>Giant bites.

>You forgot how much this mare can eat.

>Like she knows she's being watched, she turns her head.

>Slow like.

>Extremely slow.

>You can feel the fear on your face.

>The only thing that you can comprehend on her face is the concern for something.

>She looks hesitant, "Oh, um. Hi, i'm P-Pink Pie."

>She even sounds like Andrea Libman.

"H-hi, i'm Anonymous, b-but most of my friends call me Anon."

>She gains a smile, "Hi Anon, most of my friends call me Pinkie Pie."

>You are utterly amazed at how she is handling this.

"Do you like the cake?"

>Her face brightens and she exclaims, "Oh my Celestia! It's the best i've tasted in years!"

>Told ya, sprinkles are the best on cakes.

>"Are these sprinkles?"

"Uhh, yeah, they are, actually."

>Her face brightens up even more than earlier.

>"Wow, I never knew that sprinkles could be this good!"

"Yeah, I make them myself, using-"

>She clamps a hoof into your mouth, "No, I don't want to know how you made these, i'll try and guess on my own, until I get it right."

"Oka, cahn yoo tahk yorh hoov out of mah mouf?"

>She looks sheepish, "Oh, hehe, sorry."

"You okay? Is there anything you need?"

>Her smile starts to shrink, "Nope, there isn't nothin' I don't need."

>Hmm.

"Well, is there or is there not, something, you may, or may not, need?"

>The smile intensifies, "No, there is not nothing that I need."

"Then, if you did need something, what may that thing be?"

>She smile is intense, "That thing, may, or may not, be milk that might go with the cake, that might be on your table."

>You back step out and continue to the kitchen, where you get two glasses and the gallon of milk.

>Pouring them, you walk back to the dining room.

"Okay, this may, or may not, be the so-called 'Milk' you asked, that might go with the leftover cake."

>What can you say?

>You may, or may not have, been a gangster before you were a white-nigga.

>Tony shouldn't have run.

>You weren't gonna break his legs that time.

>Well, back to now.

"Is there anything else you might need, my magenta mare?"

>God, you feel autistic now.

>She laughs at your question, "Yes, Anonymous, I would need a bed, to lay my head."

"The bed you request, mine, you'll find best. I can sleep on on the floor, but not against a door."

>She starts to laugh, "Your funny, Anon. Like, Ohio REAL, funny."

"I try my best, you cute lil' mare."

>I don't know man, this mare is the best.

>You lead her to your room, which isn't messy, because, of ya know, you cleaning it.

"Das ist Mein Zimmer, das bett ist bequem."

>Terrible german, Anon.

>Hey, I haven't gone to my classes for a couple of years!

>Pinkie has a cross between confusion and hapiness on her face, "What does that mean? Hahaha! Is it one of your weird foreign languages?"

>She jumps up onto your, Temperpedic™ bed,(You can get one at your local matress dealer!) and she sinks right into it.

>"Wow, Anon *Yawn* this bed is really comfy!"

"Yeah, it was worth the couple hundred dollars. So, you need anything else, before I go to sleep?"

>...

>*Snore*

>Guess that's your answer.

>Might as well get as much sleep as I can, tomorrow's gonna be hectic.

>Laying upon your most comfortable couch, you start to fall asleep.

>Your dreams are wonderful.

>They are of cheese.

>When you wake up, you look to the clock.

>You actually slept until about 10.

>Just about eight hours?

>Fine by you.

>Walking to your room, you peek inside to see that Pinkie is still sleeping.

>How?

>Walking down the front stairs, you head to the kitchen.

>Why didn't you use the back ones?

>Because niggas need exercise.

>You look into the dining room to find the small piece of cake still sitting there.

>Damn.

>Walking to it, you're surprised by the piece isn't stale yet.

>Picking up the plate, you bring it into the kitchen with the two empty glasses.

>You wrap the cake with plastic wrap, and put it in the fridge.

>When you put the glasses into the sink, you hear footsteps going down the back stairwell.

>With the stairs creaking all the way down.

>"*Yawn* I hope Anon is already awake."

>When she sees you, she smiles, "Hey, what's for breakfast?"

>Right to the point.

>You like that.

"I don't know, what do you want?"

>As she starts to ponder, you walk to the pantry.

"What about..."

>She looks at you, "What?"

>You pull out the batter.

"Pancakes!?"

>Her eyes widen, and she starts to bounce, "OH YE-"

>She realises where she is, and calms down.

>Considerably.

>"I mean, yes, pancakes would be good."

>She's so weird.

"Want anything to go with those?"

>She looks to you, "Some milk would be fine, Anon."

"Then some milk is what you'll get, Pinkie."

>That gets a smile out of her.

>Getting a pan out, you put it ontop of the heated smoke.

>You butter it up.

>You laugh internally at what you thought.

>Stirring the batter, you heat the stove.

>You finish heating the stove and grab a glass from the cupboard.

>You pour the milk into the batter, and into the glass.

>Pinkie looks at you, "Anon, where am I?"

"In my house."

>"On what continent?"

"The [Redacted] continent."

>She looks saddened by this answer.

>You notice this.

>It saddens you, too.

"What's wrong?"

>Her expression is unmistakable.

"Is it that you don't know where you are?"

>She starts to nod her head, "I wish I knew, I almost know precisely where I am, anytime, but, it's like my PGS is off."

"Your what?"

>Her frown changes to a small smile, "My Pinkie Guidance System! My PGS!"

"Oh, that's cool, I wish I had one of those."

>You suddenly think of something.

>Pinkie on Earth. (Huehue)

>"On" doesn't really work though.

>More like 'Pinkie, Including Earth.'

>PIE.

>Or like AI-

>Pinkie wakes you from your daydream, "Anon! Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry!"

>Good thing you haven't poured the batter yet. 

>Pouring the batter, you find that the pan is hotter than normal.

>Turning it to the right temperature, you get a spatula, and start to look at both sides of the pancakes.

>When you start to flip them, you wait a couple seconds, maybe ten to twenty seconds, you flip them again, then wait some more, then put the pancakes onto plate.

>Altogether, you made about 30 pancakes.

>You take two plates and stack five one each one.

>You then pull out the syrup and powdered sugar, just for such an occasion.

>Remember to pur butter on the shopping list.

>And, sugar, syrup, milk, batter, water, soap, and so-on.

>You're gonna head to the store tomorrow.

>But, today?

>Do your best to make Pinkie happy.

>Cuz bitches love to be happy.

>You set both plates and the sugar and syrup onto the dining room table.

"There ya go, dig in!"

>She climbs up onto a chair and grabs the fork with her hoof.

>You never really did get that.

>You look at her, a hoping expression on your face.

>She takes the piece into her mouth and chews slowly.

>Damn the god of time for being so slow.

>When she swallows(hue) her eyes color like a rainbow.

>She takes a large gasp and, "OHMYCELESTIA!IHAVEN'THADPANCAKESLIKETHISSINCEMYFIRSTDAYATSUGARCUBECOR-"

>She stops.

>Her face gets sadder.

>You get up and walk towards her.

>Kneeling down, you ask.

"Do you want a hug?"

>Ballsy dude.

>Shut it, I know what i'm doing.

>She turns towards you and moves into your embrace.

>Her tears are wet on your shirt.

>No shit.

>Holy fuck, she hasn't even known you for a full day, and she trusts you enough, to let you help her.

>Why are you putting emphasis on 'help'?

>No reason.

>Oh you.

>This hug is going for a pretty long time.

>Couple minutes?

>Not the longest.

>Well it's not short by my counting.

>Fine.

>She starts to move away.

>There's your cue.

>You let go, and look   at her.

"Is that better."

>She wipes a tear from her eye, "Yes, thank you, Anon, I knew you were going to be a bestest friend."

>She goes to talk, but you stop her.

"There's no need, you answered me the first time, there's no need to upset yourself a second time."

>She gets back into her chair, and you retreat to yours."

> The rest of breakfast was in silence.

>Intense silence.

>You hope all your meals don't go like this.

>You might make her some spaghetti for dinner, so it takes her mind off of Equestria.

>Especially Ponyville.

"Is there anything you'd like to do, today?"

>She looks at you with a saddened smile, "No, i'm fine, if you don't mind."

>It breaks your heart to see her like this.

"Hey, you know what we should do?"

>She looks to you, her face blank.

"We should make some Cupcakes!"

>Her small smile increases tenfold.

>"You know, Anon, that sounds like a genius idea!"

>This is going to be a fun day.

>A fun day indeed.

>About two hours later, you and Pinkie are in the kitchen.

"Well, this batch isn't too bad..."

>Taking the burnt batch of cupcakes, you set them on the counter.

>There's no need to throw perfectly good(not really) away.

>Pinkie has a happy expression on her face, "Well, number seven is always a lucky number!"

>Wow, you knew she was a glass half full pony, but still.

"Yeah, seven usually isn't my number, but, lucky numbers can change."

>All the tries before were burnt or weren't cooked right.

>She has a light bulb appear above her head.

>What?

>"Anon! I just remembered I have a song for making Cupcakes!"

>Oh yeah, when Applebloom wanted to be a baker.

>She was shite at it.

>She begins the song, "All ya need to do, is take a cup of flower, add it to the mix!"

>She dumps the flower into the into the mix.

>Well, duh.

>She continues, "Now just takes something sweet, not sour," she takes a Lollipop, and drops it right in.

>Where did she get that?

>"A bit of salt just a pinch." She picks up a bit of salt with her hoof.

>Song ensues, "Baking these treats is such a cinch, add a teaspoon of vanilla!"

>Pouring in the vanilla, "Add a little more, and ya count to four, you never get your fillup!"

>"Cupcakes, so sweet and tasty, cupcakes, don't be too hasty, cupcakes, cupcakes, cupcakes!"

>Wow, that was better than listenin' to it on the show.

"That was great! Now, what do we do now, all smarticle baker mare?"

>She looks at you, with a happy grin on her face, "Easy! We pour the mix, and bake!"

"Sweet. Knew that seventh times the charm."

>She gains a bigger smile, "Knew ya believed me!"

>This mare, man.

>About 30-40 minutes later, you pull out the pan of Pinkie's cupcakes.

>They seem to have done well.

>Looking to Pinkie, she states, "Wow, those look good!"

"Yeah, you made them."

>You see her blush, "Why, thank you, sir, you're too kind."

>She's so cute when she's humble.

"Wanna a taste? The first one should be to the biggest contributor."

>She picks up the confection, and tastes.

>Her smile grows, "Wow, these are actually really good! Now, you try, Anon."

>Might as well.

>As you take the small treat, you take the bite to find...

"Holy fuck, these are really good. How do you take a usually good recipe, when done right, and make it better?"

>She answers, "Baking is really like a second talent for me, say, what's your special talent, Anon?"

>Oh boy.

>Play it cool.

"I don't really have one. Is partying yours, guessing by that picture on your hind quarters?"

>She looks apologetic, "Oh, you don't have yours yet? And close, it means I am good at planning parties."

>What?

"Oh, what I mean, is that my kind doesn't get them, we're the sort of 'do what we find to be good, and stay with that' kind of species."

>Her frown grows to surprise, "Your kind doesn't get them? Then how do you find what you do best?"

"Some of us really don't, we drift from job, to job, not finding anything we like."

>This conversation is really starting to drift.

"Wanna decorate the cupcakes now?"

>Pinkie's ears perk up, "Sure!"

>When you get the icing ready, you take inventory of which ones you have.

>Cotton Candy, the one you used for the cake.

>Creamy chocolate, viscous vanilla, slick strawberry, and...

>Oh, it's just those four.

>You look to your pile of sprinkles.

>Your special ones are in a separate pile than the rest.

>The store bought ones are still in their packages, you look to Pinkie.

"So, is there any order you want the cupcakes to be in?"

>Pinkie ponders the question, "Nah, i'm no-good with order in sweets."

>Hmm, that's understandable.

>Taking a frosting spatula, you start to cover a cupcake with creamy chocolate.

>You turn towards the iHome, you have in the kitchen.

"Any music you wanna listen to?"

>She looks at you, with a questioning expression, "How are we going to listen to music, when we're the only ponies here?"

>You show her the various radio stations you have on Pandora™.

>She takes a minute to look at all the stations.

>"What about this?" She asks pointing to...

"Ohoho, good choice!"

>First song is...

"Early in tha mornin', risin' to tha street."

>She looks at you, while pondering what to do.

"Lite me up that cigarette, and I strap shoes on my feet!"

>She starts to count the beats.

"Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong, got to find a reason why my money's all gone."

>She joins in, "I got a dalmation, and I still get high."

"I still get high!"

>She finishes, "I can play the guitar like a mother bucking riot!"

>You and Pinkie burst into a laughing fit because of the lyrics.

"Wow, how do you know this song?"

>She shrugs, "When somepony is singing in the same room, you already know the lyrics by memory. No-pony ever realises it, except me."

"Hmm..."

>You have an idea, but you decide for another day to incorporate it.

"Now, lets get back to work!"

>You pick up two spatulas, and toss one to Pinkie.

>She catches it with her hoof, and starts to spread the viscous vanilla.

 >You take the other and scoop into the smooth strawberry, and spread with a single swipe.

>2 done, 27 to go.

>About 30 minutes later, your done with 3 full duets, and spreading icing.

"Well, they seem to be spread evenly."

>But, how is that possible?

>Pinkie inspects the confections for irregularities, "Nope, can't find a singl- *Gasp*"

>She picks one out of the bunch, and looks at it closer.

>Sudden ocular lenses.

>While she stares at it, more lenses flip-down, and she sees closer and closer to it.

"What?"

>"There's a sprinkle on this one, and we haven't used the sprinkles yet."

"*Gasp* What!? Who would do such a thing!?"

>"I don't know!"

"I got dis!"

>Taking a pair of tweezers, you remove the intruder and place him with the rest of his kind.

>Taking a couple of small bowls, you open up the packs of sprinkles, an dump them into the bowls.

"Okay, lets try to put the sp-"

>Pinkie grabs the bowls, and dumps each one on the cupcakes.

>When she's done, you find that none of the sprinkles were on the table, or floor.

"What..."

>When she sets the bowl down, she takes a look at her handiwork.

>"Aaaand done. What now, Anon?"

>Well, ya made cupcakes, what do ya do now?

"We eat 'em"

>You spend about five hours eating 29 cupcakes, telling jokes, and watching cops speed past your house, you look at the time.

>Seven, geez.

>Turning to Pinkie, you see her staring at the once full plate of cupcakes.

"You okay, Pinks?"

>She looks to you, "I'm thinking about the innocent cupcakes we ingested over the past couple of hours."

>She says that like it was a bad thing.

>"And I enjoyed every minute."

>Atta girl.

"So, we got, like, three and a half hours to kill. Besides, I, got work tomorrow."

>She looks to you sadly, "Why can't I come with you?"

>Oh boy.

"I don't think i'd be able to be respected, with a pink pony followin' me to work, no offense."

>She looks to the ground, "Okay."

>Oh shit.

"Hey, I leave for work at 11 and get home around 5 or 6, so, my workdays aren't that long."

>Her saddened expression turns to a questioning look, "So, what am I supposed to do while you're at work?"

>Shit.

"Bake, watch tv, bounce a ball, I don't know? The last time I was without a job, I had made enough to sit on my ass for a while, but that was a couple years ago."

>She still has the same look, "TV?"

>Oh, fuck.

"Television, it lets you watch plays and movies."

>"So, like a projector?"

 "Exactly, but without it being played from where you're at."

>You grab the remote, and turn on the TV.

>It's on The Science Channel.

>How it's Made.

>Hmm.

"Yeah, you can change the channel you're watching at anytime, just by pressing this."

>You emphasize by pushing the button-up button.

"But, there's also another button that lets you scroll the channels without switching what's on the screen."

>"Ohh, now I get it, so it's like a small 2-way projector"

"Exactly."

>"And you use theses buttons to see what's on other ones?"

"Perfect."

>You and Pinkie then go over the basic channels of your cable.

>Thank god you don't have hub.

>Spending three hours watching how they make pencils is very weird.

>Especially different kinds too.

>You notice the time is around 10.

"Hey Pinkie, time t-"

>When you look over, you notice that she's sound asleep sitting on the couch.

"Well, so much for trying to wait to fall asleep."

>Picking up her small form, you carry her up the stairs to your bedroom.

>Setting her down, you cover her with the blankets, and turn out the lights.

>Walking back downstairs, you turn off the TV and lay down on the couch.

>Long day tomorrow.

>Really long.

>Your dreams scared you.

>You saw yourself, sitting in a chair.

>In your empty house.

>A 40oz in your left hand, your gun in your right hand.

>You had taken a swig of the 40oz.

>Placing the barrel of the gun in your mouth, you utter one final thing.

"See ya soon, Pinkie."

>It had stopped as soon as you said 'Pinkie'.

>You don't have a good feeling about this.

>But, you can't focus on this today, you got work to do.

>Good thing you don't have an alarm in your room.

>Only on your phone.

>And you had the earbuds connected.

>*HEY FAGGOT, GET UP! HEY FAGGOT, GET UP! HEY FAG-*

>When you hit the snooze button on your phone, you see the time is 10.

"Well, better time than never."

>Walking into the kitchen, you pour yourself a cup of plain black coffee.

>And then add all this amazing shit to it.

>Creamers, sweeteners, and alot of little stuff in between.

>As you're drinking you get out 5 pancakes for Pinkie.

>Getting out the sugar, butter, and powdered sugar, you place them in a small order on the table.

>Just then, Pinkie starts to walk down the back steps.

>When you see her, she's yawning and rubbing the sleepiness, out of her eyes.

"Mornin' sunshine, how'd ya sleep?"

>She had a smile on her face, "It's this really weird thing, I fell asleep, laying on the couch, and when I woke up, I was in your bed."

"Ehh, at least you're not heavy, little pony."

>A small blush appears on her face.

"Any ways, just unwrap them from the plastic, then, place the bunch in the microwave, on the plate. Press the one button once, then the zero button twice."

>She laughs, "Anon, you're silly."

"Just tellin' ya how to microwave pancakes. Oh, and if they're cold in the middle, just separate them and heat them up, while on the same plate."

>Walking out of the kitchen, you walk upstairs into the bathroom.

>Stripping out of yesterdays clothes, you set them onto the ground and turn on the water.

>When it's finished with heating up, you step in, and start to wash all of the weekends dirt and grime off.

>Getting out, you cover yourself with a towel, and walk into your room.

>Pinkie is laying on the bed.

>"Oh, hey Anon, what'cha doin'?"

"About to get my work cloths on."

>You grab a clean white tank top, a plain white longsleeve business shirt, a pair of boxers, one pair of socks, a black two piece suit, and your pair of black oxfords.

>Because a nigga speak like dis, doesn't mean he ain't a business man.

>Walking into your other room, you put on the tank top, and put the business shirt.

>You then put on your gun holster.

>Setting your P226 sig saur, into the holster, you put the rest of the suit on.

>Walking downstairs, you look at the clock.

>10:45

>Cool.

"Hey Pinkie, i'm going!"

>Pinkie comes bouncing down the stairs.

>When she gets to you, she jumps and dives into your chest for a hug.

"Oh, umm, thanks, Pinkie."

>She's still holding on, "I'm just sad, that you're leaving.

"Hey, it's only gonna be for a few hours."

>You return the hug by grasping her and holding her close.

"I promise you, i'll be back."

>You hope you can keep it.

>Stepping out the door, you walk to your car.

>Getting in you drive to work.

>Like weekdays, like months, like years.

>Today is gonna be relatively long.

>Arriving back at your house, you get out of your car, and run to the door.

>When you unlock the front door, you look into the living room to find Pinkie sitting on the couch watching Auction Hunters.

>They had just bid on a storage locker.

"Hey, Pinkie, you okay?"

>Her eyes drift from the TV, to you.

>It takes her a minute to realize who's talking to her.

>Her face brightens up.

>Tremendously.

>*Gasp* "Anon, you're back!"

>She runs and jumps into your arms as you hold her up.

"I told you I'd be back, Pinkie."

>She has a happy smile, "But you'd been gone for such a long time, I didn't know what to think!"

"Well, what would you suppose I do, make a promise?"

>She gains a bigger smile, "I know exactly which promise to do! It's my 'Pinkie Promise'!"

>Be cool, Anon. We don't need to blow our cover.

"How would one go about, making this 'Pinkie Promise'?"

>Smooth.

>"Easy! First, 'Cross my heart and hope to fly,'" she crosses he chest with a hoof.

>"Next, 'Stick a cupcake in my eye!" Of course, she stops he hoof in front of her eye.

>No one wants to be a Twilight.

"Okay, Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a cupcake in my eye."

>As you say the promise, you make the correct hand movements.

"Is that better, Pinks?"

>Her grin is a meter long.

>Not literally.

>That would be outrageous.

>"Yup!"

>Cool.

>So, what to do now?

"So, what do ya wanna do now, Pinkie Pie?"

>She starts to ponder the question.

>You sit down on the couch.

>What should you do?

>You and Pinkie sit on the couch for a looong time.

>Five minutes.

>Pinkie pipes up, "Oh, I know! Lets bake something!"

"Like what?"

>"Muffins!"

>Haven't made those in a long time.

>They were bad.

>Really bad.

>Spending about 3 hours, trying to make an edible batch of muffins.

>Pinkie looks to you, "Gee Anon, for someone that's good at baking, you're not that good at making muffins."

"I-I was never really taught how, Ponk."

>"Oh, there-there, mama Pinkie'll show you how."

>That's when you notice the time.

>Almost 10 o'clock.

"You're gonna have to teach me tomorrow, Panka, I have work, again."

>She is saddened by this.

>Alot.

"Hey, it'll be okay, i'll be home at around 5, just like today."

>This cheers her up.

>A bit.

>"S-so, you'll be home at t-the same t-time, tomorrow?"

"Yes, Pinkie, I Pinkie Promise."

>She starts to smile a bit more at this.

>Maybe tomorrow won't be long.

>Or this week.

>A man can dream.

>The rest of the rest of the week goes by without a hitch.

>Finally, friday night.

>Pinkie has settled down pretty calmly over the past week.

"So, Pinkie, it's friday night! What do you want to do?"

>She has a questioning expression, "Why do I pick what to do? Why don't you do it? Just for today?"

>Well, that's an inconvenience.

"Well-"

>Fuckin' lightbulb.

"How about I show you something called a Playstation?"

>Not the computer, not yet.

>You grab two controllers and turn it on.

>That glorious music when it starts to life.

>When you get to the profiles, you pick your's.

>Richard Johnson.

>Is that really it?

>Yes.

>When you get to the menu, you see the disc that's already in.

>Little Big Planet.

"So, Pinkie, let's try something easy."

>Starting up the game, you load the tutorial level.

>This game.

>When you finally look away from the screen, the clock reads 2:45.

>That can't be right.

>Midday?

>Looking out of the window, you see nothing but black.

>No, it's not your neighbors, but the darkness of there being no sun.

>When you look to the television again, Pinkie is making a full ice coaster.

>Made of sponge pieces, ice base, and a grip switch for a rocket on the back.

>She has gotten alot better at the game, despite no fingers, and she's starting to make beautiful maps.

"Pinkie, it's three in the morning, I think we need to get to bed."

>Her words are monotone, "So Anon, you're saying, that you like sleep more than this?"

"I'm not, it's just that I want to atleast get a couple of hours of sleep in a day."

>she still has that voice, "Okay, Goodnight, Anon."

>You pause the game and save it.

>"Thanks."

>You then pull the power cord out of the wall.

"Now, can you go to sleep? Please?"

>She starts to blink rapidly, "Hey, Anon, what time is it?"

"Almost three in the morning."

>She gets up, and walks upstairs, "I'm gonna go to sleep now, wake me up never."

>You hear the door close and a pomf from landing on the bed.

"Well, I probably shouldn't of shown her this."

>You just hope she beat you at it.

>By the way she's going, she probably will.

>But, that will be tomorrow or later.

>Sleep sounds good.

>Laying on the couch, you fall asleep almost instantly.

>She beat you.

>In Killzone.

>With a sniper rifle.

>How?

>She's too good.

"Hey, best 5/9?"

>She has a funny look, "Sure, if I can keep beating you."

>Five minutes later, and she's still kicking your ass.

>You're tired of it.

"Well, i'm tired of losing, so i'm gonna go make some cake."

>This snaps her out of playing mode, "*GASP* CANYOUSHOWMEHOWTOMAKEIT?I'LL NEVERTELLANYPONY,PLEASE!"

>Anypony.

"Sure Ponk, but just watch, and keep a close eye on what I do."

>As the pair of you walk into the kitchen, you take the piece out of the refrigerator.

>It's still good.

"Wow, i'm surprised this lasted so long."

>You hand her the piece.

>She unwraps it and eats it in one bite.

>Didn't last long with her.

>You take the ingredients out, alongside the cotton candy icing.

>Dis gon' be good.

>The baking of the cake isn't that hard.

>But being a bigger size, it's gonna take longer.

>Takes about two hours to bake in total.

>Cool.

>Taking both of the layers of the cake out of the oven, you lay one on some wax paper.

>You spread Cotton Candy icing on the top, and lay the other layer ontop of the icing.

>Looks good.

>You then spread more icing on the top and sides of the cake.

>When you finish that, you go over again to make sure it doesn't have any fuck-ups on it.

>After you finish that, you take out your homemade sprinkles.

>You grab a handful, and slip out a couple out on the edge of the cake.

>Finishing the ring on the outside, you spread more in the middle.

>Covering the top with sprinkles, you take the cake and the wax paper and place it onto a plate.

>Taking out two smaller plates, you cut into the cake and place two even pieces onto the plates.

>Looking over the pieces, you don't see any deformities.

"And there we go!"

>Pinkie is still staring intently at the cake.

>"That's it?"

>You give her a small smile.

"Yeah, just about."

>"What else is there?"

"Just make sure that it's made with lots of love."

>Her smile increases, "You must put alot of love into your cakes, then."

>You surprise her with a hug.

"Yup, lots."

>Gon' be fun, devourin' this.

>Picking your face off of the dinner table, you look at the clock.

>9:26

>How many fucking clocks do we have?

>Lots.

>Standing up, you pick up Pinkie and carry her upstairs.

>She has icing all over her face.

>Oh, umm...

"Hey, Ponk, you alive?"

>You snap your fingers infront of her face.

>Her eyes start to open, "Anon... What are you doing?"

"Trying to wake you up, you have icing in your fur, you silly pony."

>Her smile has the risk of giving you diabetes.

>But it didn't.

>You walk her into the bathroom and put a little water on a face cloth.

"Do you want me to get the icing out? Or can you do it?"

>She doesn't even have an expression, "Can you do it, i'm... too... tired."

>You dab a bit on her muzzle and wash her face as softly as you can without hurting her.

>Wouldn't want that.

>Getting the icing out, you carry her into your room.

>Placing her on the bed, you go to walk out, "Nony, last night I had a bad dream, can, you, stay in here, for the night?"

>You could tell she was nervous in saying that.

"Umm, sure, yeah."

>Laying upon the bed, you feel the worries wash away.

>That is, until you feel Pinkie wrap her forelegs around you.

>Well.

>This is extremely...

>Comfortable.

>You wrap an arm around her and pull her closer.

>This feels too good to be true.

>But it is real life.

>You succumb to the tiredness, and fall asleep.

>When you feel a rustle next to you, you open your eyes and see Pinkie with a wide, dopey, grin on her face.

>She starts to get up, and notices you looking at her.

"Hey, Pinks, how'd ya sleep?"

>Her grin is still the same, "Better, with you here."

"Well, that certainly is reassuring."

>Unwrapping your arm from her, you get up and exit out to the hallway.

>Walking downstairs, you walk into the kitchen and open the fridge.

>Just about filled with assorted confections and meats.

>They look like they're about to go bad.

>Well, might as well give them to the cats in the backyard.

>Taking the meat, you put it on a plate, and put it on the back porch.

>Walking back inside, you see Pinkie trotting from the living room.

"Hey, Ponk, what should we do today?"

>She gives a small smile, "I don't know, Anon, maybe we could play some more of that Little Big Planet game."

>Well, you've got some ideas.

 

 

Will continue soon.