> “Here!”
 
> A red faced Pinkie stands in front of you.
 
> She’s fidgeting in embarrassment for some reason.
 
> In her hooves rests a small box.
 
> And upon her face sits a furious blush.
 
> Pushing the package towards you, she turns away.
 
> The motion is almost sheepish.
 
> “Here… it’s for you.”
 
> A small pout graces her face as she talks.
 
“…”
 
> Having noticed your silence, the pink pony begins to speak.
 
> “I-It’s not a gift for you or anything; it’s j-just… It was something I was going to throw away anyway. I-I saw you and felt that taking out garbage is better suited for some as cute as you.”
 
> Pinkie turns her head upwards and snorts.
 
> ‘Humph-“
 
> It doesn’t take long for Pinkie to understand exactly what she did.
 
> The mares eyes go wide with realization.
 
> A small ‘Eep’ escapes her mouth.
 
> She faces away from you, obviously trying to hide her embarrassment.
 
> Her pout deepens, as does the red hue on her face.
 
> “A-Anyway, take it.”
 
> She says as she shoves the ‘trash’ into your hands.
 
> It’s a small wooden box, neatly wrapped in pink ribbon.
 
> Despite its small size it has a certain weight to it.
 
> Whatever’s inside must be expensive.
 
>”Why would Pinkie throw this away” you ask yourself.
 
> You look up from the package and towards Pinkie Pie.
 
“Umm, Pinks? Thanks but it’s not my birthday. I don’t know why y- ”
 
> “I told you! I was going to throw it away… I decided to give it to you instead…” mumbles a flustered Pinkie.
 
> She sheepishly digs into the ground with her hooves, not wanting you to press on further with the topic.
 
> “You can have it… I-I don’t need it anymore.”
 
“…”
 
> “…”
 
> The two of you are silent for a few minutes, neither of you knowing what to say.
 
“ Well… Thanks I guess Pinks, for… whatever this is.” You say as you lift up the box.
 
> She looks up.
 
> An awkward ‘smile like scowl’ now sits on her face.
 
> You smile at the ‘grumpy’ pink mare.
 
> Upon seeing this, her bright pink cheeks fall into a deep fuchsia.
 
> Her breath stops.
 
> Her frown falters.
 
> Her voice hitches.
 
> The mare just stops.
 
> She’s frozen there, right in front of you.
 
> This doesn’t last for long though, for soon she is back to her old ‘
 
> “W-Whatever… I-I don’t care if you like it. I-I’m leaving now. Goodbye!” and with that the pink mare runs off.
 
> Well almost.
 
 
> You stare off in the distance for a few seconds, watching the dust cloud settle.  
 
> It was the only sign that Pinkie had been there, well aside from the box that is.
 
“That reminds me.”
 
> You turn your attention to the package.
 
> Looking down at the box, you begin to move it around in your hands.
 
> The smooth wood feels nice to the touch.
 
> Your hands cradle the box as you look upon its form with curiosity.
 
> Running your fingers across the surface, you make out a carving of an Earth Pony sleeping under a tree.
 
> Directly above the sleeping pony is a stylized version of the sun with the number 12 etched into it.
 
> The craftsmanship is amazing.
 
> The smooth finish, the intricate design, the sturdiness of the box.
 
> You look over it for a few minutes, admiring the quality of the work.
 
> Succumbing to your curious temptation, you decide to open the gift.
 
> You hold the end of the pink ribbon between your fingers.
 
> Giving it a slight tug, the silk ribbon comes undone and slips off the package.
 
> Cracking open the box, you peer inside.
 
> Sitting snugly within the wooden chest is a bronze pocket watch.
 
> A complex design sits on the lid.
 
> It’s a picture of Celestia and Luna absorbed in dance, the sun and moon their partners.
 
> Its beautiful.
 
> You take the watch out of the box and move it around in your hands.
 
> Opening the watch, you stare at the timepiece.
 
> The glass looks of crystal, the hands of obsidian and the case that of gold.
 
> This must have cost a fortune!
 
> Why would Pinkie want to throw this away?
 
> You stare down at the pocket watch and the wooden case.
 
> A piece of paper sits where the timepiece used to be.
 
> Taking out the slip, you put the watch into your coat pocket.
 
> Looking over the paper, you realize that it’s a note and it’s addressed to YOU!
 
> “Dear Anon, you HAVE to be at Sugar Cube Corner at 6 PM tonight. You have no excuse for being late! Sincerely Yours, Pinkamena Diane Pie”
 
> You read on.
 
> “P.S. Don’t think too much about the ‘Sincerely Yours’ part! Idiot!”
 
> A trickle of sweat runs down your brow as you read the last part.
 
“I guess that answers one of my questions”
 
> This is definitely NOT trash.
 
> It was a gift from Pinkie, although as to why she gave this to you, you have absolutely no idea.
 
> But there was one sure way to find out.
 
> You check your new pocket watch.
 
> ‘5:47’
 
> Pocketing the watch, you head towards a certain bakery.
 
“Sugar Cube Corner huh? I wonder what that mare has planned?” you talk to yourself as you make your way down the path.
 
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> It doesn’t take long for you to reach your destination.
 
> You look at your watch to see that the time is 5:57 pm.
 
> You’re three minutes early for your ‘meeting’ with Pinkie Pie.
 
> Deciding that it was better to be slightly early than late, you proceed to knock on the door.
 
> ‘Knock, Knock, Knock’
 
> “COME IN!” answers a familiar voice.
 
> It was Pinkie.
 
> You could tell it was her, for she was the only mare that could pull off that ‘sweet yet commanding’, that ‘energetic yet aloof’ tone.
 
> Doing as you’re told, you turn the knob on the door and begin to make your way inside.
 
“Pardon my intrusion Pinkie-“
 
> “SURPRISE!!!”
 
> You are taken aback by the sudden uproar.
 
> You stand there in a stunned silence.
 
> There is nothing you can do but stare at the scene with a dumbfounded look upon your face.
 
> Standing in front of you is all of your friends, all of which donning huge smiles upon their faces.
 
> Party decorations cover every inch of the room.
 
> A huge banner with the words “HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY ANON!” stretches across the ceiling.
 
> This is a party… for you.
 
> Pinkie Pie soon approaches you.
 
> There, in her mouth rests a party hat.
 
> It’s a simple blue and pink stripped party hat, much like one you can get anywhere.
 
> You eye Pinkie as she trots up to you.
 
> She throws you a defiant glare in return.
 
> “Mmmph tth” mumbles Pinkie Pie into the paper hat.
 
> You just stare back at the mare.
 
> “MMMPH TTHSS!” she mumbles louder.
 
> A peeved look creeps up over her face.
 
> It takes you a while to realize that she wants you to take the hat.
 
> You grab for the hat, not wanting to tick of the ‘Pinkie Pie’.
 
> Fumbling around with it in your hands, you begin to place the paper hat on your head.
 
> Upon donning the party favour, you are met with a cheer from the crowd of ponies.
 
> You smile.
 
> It was nice having friends.
 
> “Happy Anniversary Anon!” they, once more, shout in unison.
 
> Your smile grows wider.
 
> You as if you have to say something, and so you begin to speak.
 
“Thanks everyone, it’s been one heck of a year, I can’t wait for the next one”
 
> “YEAH!” yell all the ponies.
 
> And with that the party begins.
 
> As all the other ponies get the celebration under way, you make your way over to a certain Pink mare.
 
> She was off over by the punch bowl, trying to drink herself silly.
 
“Hey Pinks” you call out.
 
> You startle the mare into dunking her head into the punch bowl.
 
> Not that ‘that’ was you intention though.
 
> Pulling herself out, she gives you a death glare before turning her snout up and ‘harumph’ing at you.
 
> You can’t help but chuckle.
 
“Hey Pinks… thanks.”
 
> Pinkie Pie peaks one eye open. As she over to you, a questioning glint reflects off her open eye.
 
> “For what Non-… Anon?” she asks.
 
“For the watch and the Party… and for everything”
 
> That last one must have struck a chord, for Pinkie is now as stiff as a board and as red as a tomato.
 
> Chuckling at Pinkie Pie predicament, you move yourself closer to the mare.
 
> You are now face to face with her, close enough that if you wanted to you could kiss her.
 
> Nahh, too soon.  
 
> You bring a hand up to her snout and precede to ‘boop’ her on the nose.
 
> This shocks her out of her petrified state.
 
> Gaining her composure, Pinkie Pie shoots you another glare before turning away.
 
> You can’t help but laugh at her reaction.
 
> It’s just so adorable.
 
> You snicker as Pinkie Pie huffs at you with her back turned.
 
> “I’m glad” she speaks.
 
> These words throw you off.
 
> ‘What does she mean?’ you ponder.
 
> “I’m glad you came here Nonny.”
 
> “I’m glad you came to Equestria.”
 
> “Y-you… mean a lot to me”
 
> And with that the pink mare rushes into the crowd and disappears.
 
> Leaving you alone with your thoughts and her words.
 
> Confused, you begin to stand up.
 
> As you stand up, the pocket watch falls from your coat pocket and on the ground, popping the case open.
 
> You move to pick it up.
 
> As you lift the watch off the ground you notice something.
 
> There, sitting with the inside of the case is an inscription.
 
> It reads:
 
> “Nonny, you make my life a party. – Pinkie Pie”
 
> You smile down at her words.
 
“Here’s to another year, Pinkie.” You say as you place the watch into your breast pocket.
 
> As you walk off into the party you make it a note to spend more time with Pinkie this coming year.
 
> Maybe, if you’re lucky, you could get her to shed that ‘tsun’ persona of hers by your next anniversary.
 
> You chuckle to yourself.
 
“Yeah, why not. Dere Pinkie doesn’t sound that bad at all.”
 
> This year was going to be even better, you just knew it and with Pinkie here that was almost a guarantee.